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Lonely Nights

Description: Tig is struggling, and she knows he is but he hates these conversations and will do anything to distract her from them.

Word count: 2,470

Warnings ⚠️: Angst, suggestive wording alluding to smutty things but nothing graphic. But I am still gonna mark this post as 18+ MDNI

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Tig and his girlfriend lay in bed, struggling to get a descent nights rest. Tig stares up at the ceiling with one hand wrapped snuggly around her bare waist. She slowly turns on her side to face Tig, a sign she was still awake too.

"What's on your mind, Darlin' ?" Tig runs his fingers gently down her side in a soothing manner he knows that helps her relax.

"I can't sleep." She says softly, her voice still rasp from the lack of use. She lays her head on his chest, listening to his rhythmic heart beat.

"I've noticed" He responds, his large hand wrapping around her body and pulling her closer.

She sighs and nestles her head into the crook of his neck. He runs his fingers through her hair, massaging her scalp. "You worried about something?" He breaks the silence as he continues to soothe her.

"I'm worried about you." She looks up at him from her spot on his chest, her head resting on her arm that is placed against him.

He turns his attention to her, a surprised look on his face. "Me?" He almost laughs.

"Yeah..." she sighs "things at the club are crazy right now and you are barely home anymore.....and since...Donna....you know the way she died....I'm just worried about you.." she whispers wanting to get her point across without upsetting him.

Tig sighs and leans forward to place a tender kiss at the top of her head. "Ain't nothing gonna happen to me doll. I'm fine." He leans back against the pillow and pulls her closer once more.

"Please don't give me that." She rolls her eyes at his nonchalance. "I haven't seen you in almost a month. You look like you've barely been sleeping, I can see the bags under your eyes, and God only knows how much you've been drinking. I'm really worried Tiggy"

Tig looks down at her, a look of annoyance crossing his face. "You sound like my mother right now." He says with a hint of distaste in his voice. "Please, just let it go."

"No...I'm not going to let it go. You aren't looking good and I'm worried you're going to get yourself hurt or...." She trails off, not wanting the words to actually come out of her mouth, afraid of speaking it into existence.

Tig's eyes soften at her tone. He knows she was worried, but he was fine, damn it all. He tightens his grip around her waist, rolling her to her back while he holds himself over her body."I'm fine, Darlin' ," he says in a tone she knows is only meant for her. He leans down close to her ear, his breath hot on her neck. "Stop worryin' so much...you're gonna go grey before ya hit thirty."

She lets out a shaky breath at the feeling of his breath on her skin. She gently rests her hands on his shoulders while he peppers light kisses along her neck. "Stop trying to distract me." She responds, her voice soft.

"It's working, ain't it?" He asks in between kisses, his hands gently roam her body. "Besides, I'd rather do this than talk about all the crap that's going on." He leaves a slight bite to her sensitive skin, her gasp only encouraging him.

"Well, I-" Her mind goes blank as his kisses make their way across her collarbone and onto her chest. He knew damn well what this did to her and he was using it to his full advantage.

His touch is gentle but firm against her skin as his hands roam her body, exploring every inch of her body he could in this moment. The room is filled with her soft gasps and sighs, her fingers lightly tracing his shoulders and arms as he makes his way slowly down her body.

He smirks against her skin as her hands find their way into his hair, pulling softly to coax the sound of a quiet moan from his lips. All her worries seemed to melt away when he touched her like this, but she still couldn't shake the feeling in the back of her mind.

His lips continue their gentle assault down her body until he reaches her stomach. He kisses her hips before going lower and leaving a trail of kisses on her inner thighs. She moans when his lips meet the sensitive skin and he grins between kisses.

She's now a panting mess and every worry she previously held was gone the moment he started touching her. One of her hands grips the sheets while the other still held tightly to his hair.

He continues his slow, languid kisses, enjoying every soft moan and gasp that escapes her lips. This was a good way to distract her, he thinks to himself. Her mind was far too occupied to think about anything else.

He takes his time in leaving his mark, knowing she wouldn't complain about any of the possessive love bites he would leave in her body. He could never get enough of the way she fell apart in his hands, completely at his mercy.

The only coherent thought she seemed to be able to keep in her head is the thought of how damn good he was at this. His mouth and hands worked in perfect harmony against her skin, sending her into a dizzying whirlwind of pleasure.

He could feel the way her thighs trembled under his touch and how her breathing was uneven and ragged. His own breathing grew heavy and she could feel the way the quiet moans vibrated against her skin.

He continues his gentle assault until she is left writhing beneath his touch, her eyes squeezed shut as the first wave of pleasure takes over her body. He places gentle kisses on the inside of her thighs as she slowly comes down from her high.

He moves back up to her side and pulls her against his body, holding her tightly against his chest. He tucks her head under his chin and wraps his arms around her. His fingers trace soothing patterns across her skin and gently pulls the sheets up and over their bodies.

She nestles her face into the crook of his neck, breathing in his scent. As she starts to come back down to reality, the worries flood her mind again. Tig feels her tense in his arms, knowing what she was thinking about again.

"I can hear ya thinkin', Darlin'," He murmurs into her hair. His hand continues to move gently up and down her back.

"Can't help it," she says softly, her head still tucked under his chin. It was like a switch flipped and reality came back in full force. "I just...I worry about you. And...I worry about us."

Tig's grip tightens at her words, and his fingers stop their gentle patterns. "What do you mean you worry about us?" He asks, a hint of unease to his voice.

She lifts her head so she can look up at him, her lips slightly parted. "Everything is so chaotic with the club right now. You barely have any time to yourself and when you do, you come home either hurt, exhausted, or both. You barely eat or sleep at home and I'm worried you're going to get yourself killed. And on top of all of that, we barely spend any time together anymore." She says the last line quietly.

Tig's heart aches at her words, a pain in his chest as he stares down at her small form pressed against him. She was right, he knew she was. But she also knew the club came first. "Doll', you knew when we started dating I came in a package deal. The Sons come first, you know that."

"I know...and I'm fine with that, really I am" she sighs looking down tracing circles on his chest trying to find the best way to word it. "I guess I thought there would still be some time set aside for us...for you....I know its not realistic to have a fixed schedule and that you could be needed at any moment...but you deserve a day atleast..." she mumbles eyes down.

Hearing her say he deserves a day made his heart throb in his chest. He gently cups her face in his hand and guides her eyes up to his. "Darlin'...you know I-" he stops in the midst of his rebuttal as he sees the way her face looked. It was a mix of frustration, worry, and....sadness.

"I'm not asking you to set aside time every week, don't get me wrong." She sighs, her voice still a soft whisper. "But you're still human, you need to eat and sleep more than two hours a night. I just want you to...take care of yourself more. Be a little more careful with yourself." She says softly, her eyes pleading.

Looking into her eyes, he feels like he's looking into a wounded animal. She was worried about him, she genuinely didn't want anything to happen to him. He sighs and pulls her flush against his body once more, resting his forehead against hers. "You know I can't make any promises, Darlin'."

Her eyes close as he pulls her body against his, but a slight pang of hurt shoots through her. "I don't care if you make a promise, I just want you to try." She whispers, a desperate, pleading edge to her tone.

He winces at the tone in her voice. Damn it, he hated when she used that tone. He didn't want to worry her, but how could he make promises that he couldn't keep? "I-" he pauses for a moment, trying to find the right words. "I will try, okay? I'll fucking try, Doll'..." he says so softly she almost thinks she imagined it.

He opens his mouth to say more but his phone ringing interrupted him. He picks it up from the side table, they both recognise the number flashing on the screen.

Tig glances down at her to gauge her reaction knowing full well what the number meant. He had to leave now. He knew he did, but God damn he didn't want to.

He answers the phone anyway.He gives a simple "Yeah," to whoever is on the other end of the line. His gaze doesn't leave hers, but a guilty look is plastered across his face. He knows he's about to ruin her night again, it happens far too often now.

She's watching him with a hint of desperation and sadness in her eyes, already knowing the conversation will end the way it normally does. With him leaving.

As the person on the end of the line responds, Tig reluctantly tears his eyes away from her and glances at the clock. "I'll be there in twenty." He says before hanging up.

His heart clenches as he looks back at her, knowing exactly what she's thinking. This is how it always is: him getting a call at night and having to leave, leaving her in bed, alone, after she just poured her heart out to him. "Darlin'...I'm—" He stops mid sentence and sighs. It was pointless to even try to justify it, she knew the club came first.

She says nothing, sitting up off of him pulling the sheets to cover her chest....pausing looking up at him a small frown on her face "Ride safe, yeah?" She whispers with a small forced smile on knowing there was nothing she could say to make him stay.

Tig sighs as she sits up, knowing she's trying to push her feelings aside for now. "Yeah." He says, his eyes never leaving her's. It felt like a knife to the gut seeing her trying to pretend to be okay in this moment. "I'll be back before you know it." He tries to soothe her nerves but he knows it's pointless.

He sits up now too and turns away from her, his bare feet meeting the cool wooden floor. He stands and quickly grabs a pair of jeans from the dresser and pulls them on before grabbing a t-shirt and his socks. He gets dressed as quickly as possible, knowing he didn't want to draw this out any longer.

Once he's fully dressed he turns his attention back to her, still sitting on the bed looking so small and vulnerable. The sight makes his heart ache but he pushes the feeling down and moves back to her. He cups her face in his hands and gently kisses her forehead, feeling her body tense under his touch.

"I'm sorry, Darlin'." He whispers as he continues to hold her face in his hands. He sees the sadness in her eyes, the loneliness, and it hurts him to know he was the cause of it. He gently kisses her forehead again before moving his hands away from her face. She doesn't say a word, just continues to look at him, the hint of a lonely frown evident on her face.

He sighs and turns away, glancing at the clock on the bedside table once more. "I gotta go." He says finally, though it pains him to say the words. He hates leaving her like this, but he had a job to do and the club was waiting for him.

He moves around the foot of the bed and to the bedroom door, not stopping to look back at her knowing he'd lose his will to leave. He pushes the bedroom door open and walks through it, pausing in the small hallway for just a moment. His heart is in his throat and it feels like he's about to choke on it but he says the line he always does and he does it as gently as he can. "Don't wait up, Darlin'."

She waits until the sound of his bike completely faded out, and the silence of the night returned before she allowed herself to let her tears fall. She held them in as he got dressed and left, but now that she was left in the quiet of the house, alone, she couldn't stop them anymore.

She curled up in the bed, pulling the covers tightly around her body to try and seek comfort from the absence of Tig now. The quiet sobs shook her body and her tears soaked the pillow under her head and face.

The situation they were in was an endless cycle; he would leave, she would be alone and sad, he would come home, a short amount of time would be set aside for 'them' and then they would be on a timer until the next time he had to leave. It was the same cycle over, and over, and over again, and if something didn't change soon, she had a feeling it was the beginning of the end for them.

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You’re on the kitchen table, legs spread as Bobby’s head rests between your thighs, him sucking and licking at your clit. The pleasure is intense, and you moan softly.

The door swings open, and Tig walks in, eyes widening at the scene. “What’s going on in here?”

You look up, breathing erratically but managing to smile at him. “Tig, join in.”

Tig grins, stepping closer as he pulls down his pants, watching Bobby shift your position by helping you off the table and bending you over it, kneeling on the floor as he continues to suck and lick at your clit, finger fucking you as well. “No need to ask me twice.”

You gasp as Tig enters you from behind, adding a new layer of pleasure. “Holy fuck.”

The door opens again, and Chibs walks in. He takes in the sight, then approaches. “Room for one more, lass?”

You nod as you eagerly open your mouth, and Chibs enters you.

Your moans become louder, overwhelmed by the sensations from all three men. You were only too happy to oblige, enjoying every moment of this encounter, knowing that life is too short and you’ve just got to do crazy shit once in a while.

From a distance, Clay and Gemma walk out of their dorm room and into the bar area. Clay smirks, nudging Gemma having noticed the scene. “Looks like they’re having quite the time.”

Gemma looks shocked, shaking her head. “Oh, Jesus. I hope they clean up the kitchen afterwards.”

Moments after Clay and Gemma exit the clubhouse, pleasure overwhelms you, and you let out a cry as you squirt, the sensation hitting you hard.

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There’s nothing Tig loves more than being between your thighs, he loves the taste of you, the scent of you and the sensation when you come all over his tongue.

Your hands are bound behind your back with one of the silk ties you used to use before Matty came along. He has you sitting on his face, his palms gripping your thighs, holding you open as you writhe against his mouth.

You’re oversensitive, overwrought but Tig knows you have another in you. He’s determined to give it to you because his Suzie Q, she deserves the world. When you climax again, he holds you steady, his fingertips digging into your thighs. You ride him hard, before you try to pull away, your hands straining at your bonds. He holds onto you tighter, keeping you in place, pinned against his mouth because Tig, he isn’t finished with you yet.

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"She looks mad" murmured Juice to Chibs as he caught sight of you entering the clubhouse with your medical supply bag. Chibs nodded as he finished putting in a local block into Tigs ass. He had suspected you were upset when he had called you. Normally bubbly you had been cold and distant.

"Tig is there any reason that the only doctor we know would be upset with you?" inquired Chibs as he leaned down to next to Tig. "Not that I can think of. I showed her the time of her life couple weeks before we went on this run" replied Tig right before you opened the door and stepped in.

The men nodded to you but you ignored them as you set your bag down and sat up what you would need. After putting gloves on you examined the wound on Tigs ass. "This is the last time I help. You guys need to find someone else to call when you get shot in the ass" you stated as you continued to examine the wound. Juice nodded as Chibs sighed sending a look to Tig.

"I got this" whispered Tig before lifting his butt and wiggling it. "Like what you see Dollface?" inquired Tig mischievously as he turned to face you. "Stop moving Trager. I get you think I'm a joke but this isn't" you stated through gritted teeth. You wanted nothing more than to be at home. "I was just joking babe. Whats wrong?" asked Tig the smile wiped off his face and replaced with concern.

"It's stupid" you mumbled as you looked away. "Please, just let me do this so I can go home" you added you face turned down to the floor. "Boys can you all step outside" stated Tig as he watched you curiously. "Talk to me" whispered Tig once the others had cleared out. You sighed before speaking your voice cracking as you fought back tears. "The other night meant more to me.... I thought it meant more to you too. Its obvious now I was wrong, just another notch in your belt" you replied as you moved back to the table to start closing the wound.

Tig closed his eyes giving himself a mental kick. How could he have been so stupid. He had taken that call from Clay and hit the road without any explanation. He left you sleeping soundly in that hotel room with the intention to call you. Things had gone wrong on the run and he hadn't had a chance until today.

Tig remained silent as you worked. He didn't want to distract you and he wanted to make sure he had the right words. Once you started cleaning up he moved himself to a siting position. "You are more than a one nightstand to me. I didn't mean to hurt you. I forgot you don't get exactly how the club works, because you make me forget about all that bull shit when I'm with you." stated Tig as he grabbed your arm gently holding his eyes on yours. "I should have been more clear that night. "I want you. I understand though if you don't feel the same now" finished Tig as he gave you a soft smile.

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A Charming Journey Home (SoA)

This is probably my first attempt at an actual fic for Sons of Anarchy. This is not for minors. So I will post the actual story after the cut.

You ran away from Charming at 18, chasing Connor McGregor, a wannabe of the Sons of Anarchy all the way to Belfast, Ireland. You come back nine years later, older and wiser, and you find just what you need when you come back home....thanks to a surprising source, your crow-eater partying best friend Amanda.

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You had recently left Connie, finally- fucking finally, and you were able to go back home to your parent’s in Charming. Mom and Dad loved having the kids back, and You had finally gotten that job at the bar. It was good enough for now, until you could find something better. You had been a nurse, but the hours weren’t what you wanted and you wanted to be there for the kids for now. Especially after what Connie had done to your daughter Shane. The kids needed you more, and your parents were enjoying the opportunity to be grandparents, even if it was a little late. Bartending seemed to work, and your parents didn’t really seem to care as long as everyone was okay, after what everyone had gone through with Connie. Shane’s face was finally starting to heal and the boys were finally sleeping all night.

“Come on, you’ll love it. You got to live a little. Your mom and dad have the kids so You can just chill.” Amanda bosses You around, just like old times as she tugged you over to her side. Amanda had been begging You to go to a SAMCRO party, and You Weren't sure. You had seen the Sons around, but never really bothered with them. You were too busy doing your job, serving drinks and making sure tabs were paid. Biker boys were the last thing You wanted. 

“Mandy, really? You’re still a crow-eater wannabe?” You Asked with a slight laugh, mildly surprised that Amanda was still chasing that dream of being an old lady in the Sons of Anarchy. It was one thing to be twelve and dream and watch the Sons on their gleaming motorcycles, whispering about how gorgeous Gemma Teller was, and how cool all the women on the motorcycles were, and how cute the bikers were to piss off your parents. 

You watched Amanda mingle with the crowd, sliding up to the prospects in their vests. You just trailed behind her, finding a quiet spot just inside, right near the bar. You sipped on a bottle of Guinness and watched the crowd, noticing quite a few handsome men in their cuts, noting which ones You thought were the most handsome and those You wouldn’t give the time of the day to. You listened to the voices of the crowd, blending in the music and soon You couldn't really decipher any specific conversation, just simply enjoying the random cacophony of lively noise. 

Soon, You found your eyes frequently going back to two men, A gray-streaked man who was the  and a wild-haired mischievous sergeant at arms. You couldn’t catch their names, it was too loud, and wild, as You watched the sergeant at arms yell about pussy, and taking swigs out of not the first bottle of beer of the night. The gray-streaked man was much more calm, his energy radiating quiet confidence as he sipped at a bottle of hard liquor and watched the entertainment with amusement. You just couldn’t decide- solid and dependent, or wild and mischievous. They seemed like a perfect yin and yang. 

“Hey! Ya a friend of Mandy’s?” a prospect asked, slinking up to you. You shrugged and sipped at your beer, smiling slightly up at him. He was cute and handsome, but too puppy-dog for you. “How about a dance?”

“Nah, maybe later. I’ve gotta keep an eye on Mandy, make sure she gets home in one piece.” You used your beer bottle to point out Mandy, who was dancing on a stripper pole someone had set up, a small semi-circle of prospects lurking around her. Mandy was eating up the attention. 

“Nah, she’s always here. You’re new.  You’re interesting. Got a name?” You half-shrugged and gave the prospect your name, sipping your beer and making sure you didn’t overdo it. You had a feeling you’d become Mandy’s designated driver before long but you did want to have a drink or two. Mandy ended up half-naked on a pool table, spread-eagle, and only the prospects were all over her. None of the actual members seemed interested in Mandy.

“Let’s go, Mandie– “ you said as you tried to coax Mandy off the pool table, promising her Taco Bell on the way home. You and a couple prospects finally poured her in the backseat of your Jeep, and you were finally able to go home. You went back to your parent’s house, and dragged Mandy in with you, dumping her on the couch with a bucket and blanket. Your parents were asleep, your parents in the large love seat with Shane in their laps, her wild curls spread all over his arm. The two had a large comforter draped around them, Shane’s face with the pink scars criss crossing over her cheek was peeking out from under the blanket. She didn’t stir, your father’s grip on her keeping her secure and calm. You tiptoed down the corridor to the boys’ room, the twins in their bunk bed, soft snores coming from the dog sprawled on the lower bunk.

You loved the peace and calm, and you could finally relax, sliding in your room and shedding off your clothes. You relished the cool feel of the sheets against the exposed skin of your body, just too tired to change. Your mind went to the two men you saw at the party. You weren’t into biker boys anymore but… there was something about them. Perhaps it was the fact they were actual members, you vaguely remembered them from a decade ago. You remembered the smell of the leather, alcohol, and smoke from the clubhouse, and you lost yourself in one of your old fantasies. You laid back naked in bed, your hand sliding down to your belly. You remembered how your jeep was broken down right near T & M and you had to flag down one of the Sons to take it in the shop. You remembered the gray haired one, but he had brown hair back then, his scars giving him a scary and sexy air. You couldn’t remember if he had always had the beard or not, but you didn’t care. You remembered hearing his voice and getting wet from his voice. You remembered you used to call the shop, hoping to get him to answer the phone. Whenever you did, you would ask for your jeep to be taken in, sabotaging it every time he answered the phone.

You were not sure if he remembered you, but you knew if he saw your jeep, he sure as hell would recognize it. You were surprised your parents had kept it, right down to the Sons of Anarchy MC logo you had drawn on it with a sharpie. It had looked badass to you at sixteen, but now you were a mother of three and definitely over twenty five, you just cringed at that girl and wondered why your dad had not sand-blasted the shit out of it already. 

Your brain switched to the fantasy of the man in the cut giving you a tow yet again. He would see your jeep, exclaim at how hot you were, and demand a blow job for service rendered. You’d of course protest, but then give in at the sight of the bulge in his trousers and get on your knees for him, his hands sliding through your hair and guiding you until he would come hard down your throat, telling you what a good dirty girl you were for him. 

Your fingers slid through the slick, deftly and quickly bringing you a sense of relief with a decent orgasm in the silence of the night, but you did miss the thrill a real cock could bring you. Especially if it was attached to one of the men you fantasized about. Your heart beat heavily in your chest, as you righted yourself and curled up in your comforter and pillows. You let yourself sink into the dark abyss of sleep and comfort, finally realizing you were home. The Sons were here. You were safe.

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My sweet country girl // Ch 12

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As the party goes on, Tig sneaks away with you into the dark empty hallway and pins you against a wall, his body pressing against yours.

He whispers in your ear, "You look so sexy tonight."

He leans in and kisses you deeply, his hands running down your sides. You can feel his body trembling against yours. He's crazy about you, and it shows.

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You’re sitting on the couch with Tig, an action movie playing in the background, but neither of you is paying much attention to it. His hand lands on your thigh, his fingers tracing slow, deliberate circles.

“Not really into the movie?” you ask, smirking.

Tig shakes his head, his gaze filled with lust. “Got my mind on something else.”

He pulls you in, kissing you hard, his hands exploring your body. You melt into him, getting more turned on by the second.

He spins you around, and you settle into one of his favourite positions. “You want this?” he murmurs, settling himself behind you on the couch.

“Yeah, Tig,” you gasp, resting your arms on the armrest.

He pushes inside you slowly, wasting no time in taking you fiercely from behind as the movie fades to background noise.

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Crazy, Fucked Up Kind of Love - Tig discovers your secret.

Not Leaving: - Tig tells you he's not leaving.

Show You - Tig shows you how beautiful you really are.

Welcome Home (NSFW) - You welcome Tig home in a very special way.

Bonnie - Tig brings home a new addition to the family.

Special Delivery - Tig and you get a special surpise on Christmas Eve.

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You’re playing with the baby when Tig gets in that night. Both you and Matty are lying on his playmat, his tiny fist clasped around your finger as he kicks his legs and burbles to you. Tig can’t help but smile at the sight, he never expected to fall in love, have a family but here you are with his son, in the home the two of you share.

When he puts Matty down in his crib that night, he spends a long time standing over his son, watching the raise and fall of his chest.  Sometimes he can’t believe that this is real, that he can be this lucky. He knows he doesn’t deserve it, he’s done some terrible shit in his life but when he looks at you and Matty, he counts his blessings because he’s never been as happy as he is with the two of you.

You’re folding laundry in the bedroom when he finds you. You smile as he wraps his arms around your body, drawing you back against his chest. He buries his face into the curve of your neck, his lips trailing lightly over your skin.

“You know I’d be a shitty husband right?” He murmurs into your ear as you reach up behind you, your fingers threading through his unruly dark curls.

“I’d be a shitty wife.” You remind him.

It’s a familiar conversation. The women in his life before, they wanted to settle, get married. Crow eaters aspire to become old ladies and getting pregnant is the ideal way to trap a man. It doesn’t matter with who.

You’ve always been an anomaly in his life, unpredictable and unrelenting. You don’t want a ring on your finger, you don’t agree with what it symbolises, you belong to yourself and yourself only.

 For Tig the idea of marriage feels like a stranglehold, he’s been there done that and he hated every single second of it. The love he has for you it goes far beyond anything he’s ever felt for anyone else but a wedding ring isn’t where it leads.

He withdraws the necklace from the pocket of his jeans, his fingers fiddling with the clasp before he drapes it around your neck. Your fingertips skate over the three little circlets entwined together, gold for him, silver for Matty and rose gold for you. He’d had it made especially by a jeweller up in Stockton because whilst neither of you wants a ring, he wants to show his commitment to you, his dedication.

“I love you Suzy.” He whispers as you settle back into his arms, his cheek coming to rest upon the top of your head. “I hope you know just how much.”

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Ravennas Randoms Tig #1

"If it isnt my favorite body snatcher" called Tig as he spotted Jax's younger sister behind the bar at the clubhouse. The younger Teller rolled her eyes at him. He was always giving her a hard time for choosing to work in a morgue.

"Think you could get me a cold one?" he asked as he took a seat on one of the stools. "What kind?" asked the younger Teller. "Like freshly cold, luke warm, multi colored, bedazzled? Oh! I know how about I get you one that has some little maggots in it, i bet a freak like you would love the feel of that." continued the girl as she locked eyes with him. Hoping this time he would get her point to stop asking for body parts.

Tig sat in stunned silence for a few moments. "I meant a beer hun, not a deceased pussy" he stated trying not to laugh.

"Oh....of course....my bad" stated the girl as she grabbed a beer from the fridge and handed it to him.

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A Charming Journey Home part 3

I just had to... I mean, it's been awhile but finally, got down to writing SOMETHING. suggestions welcome, please! As always, the dirty story is under the cut.

It wasn’t even three days, and you had noticed an uptick in customers with Sons vests at the bar. It was clear that they were keeping an eye on you and Amanda, or something was brewing with the other guys that they kept meeting. You weren’t too sure but you could lip-read conversations if they didn’t lurk in the dark corners. You gathered snatches of information, and something was gonna go down soon. You felt weird, but safer with a little extra information tucked away in your brain. 

It was a few weeks before you got dragged to another party by Amanda. She had been abandoned by her usual partying buddy, she had been arrested for something or other, and you had been available that night, your parents taking the kids out camping for the weekend up north. 

You took care this time, to wear something even sexier than last time. This time, you actually kind of hoped you’d see Chibs and his friend Tig. You decided you’d tolerate more of the parties, if it meant you’d get to hear the Scotsman for more than a few seconds in passing. His soulful eyes did something to you every time you saw them aimed in your direction, and you wondered what exactly had made them so full of feeling. You prayed Amanda wouldn’t fuck this up for you. Your life was yours to fuck up, not hers. 

“You haven’t worn that in years. I’m surprised you could fit in that.” Amanda said with a giggle as you got into her car. You just rolled your eyes and shook your head as you put on the seatbelt and leaned back in the seat as Amanda shot out of the parking space. 

“In a hurry?” you asked as you sipped at an energy drink. Amanda nodded, murmuring her plan of trying to get there early enough to get her picks and work them over and see if she could get in good with any of the prospects, or the higher-ups. She had set her goals high, hoping to land Jax now that he and Tara were on some kind of a break, but you weren’t too sure if that goal was reachable. You had a vague feeling that Amanda was on the warpath for something, and you wanted to stay far, far away from whatever hot mess that was guaranteed to explode.  

An hour after you and Mandy had arrived, you had been helping Gemma and Cherry with some of the final details for the party while Mandy had been lolling around with some prospects and keeping them distracted with her bullshitting and her boobs.

“So you’re a friend of Amanda? I kind of remember you guys from way back. At least, I remember that shitty  jeep.” Gemma asked slyly, leaning over the bar. You nodded with a shrug. “Yeah, you guys were hard to forget, weren’t you the one stealing Jack Daniels from the store?”

“Yeah, I kinda was. With the Pall malls. Mandy was more the vodka type.” you said with a half laugh. “Still have that shitty jeep though, it still works thanks to your boys.” 

“I knew I saw it! Welcome back.” Gemma said with a laugh, pouring you a shot. “About some time some class blew through here. Not to shit on anyone, but these girls…” Gemma tilted her head, indicating that Amanda was just one of a dozen women surrounding various members. There was nothing distinctive, or nothing to set her apart from any of the other crow-eaters. 

“Well, I’m just like anybody. I mean, no one is that special.” you said with a chuckle swinging back the shot. 

“You’re normal. You’re one of us, I suppose. Saw you with those cute kids yesterday.” Gemma said with a smile. “You got your shit together. That’s what I like to see.” You were surprised to hear approval from Gemma, but it was clear you weren’t a member of the Sons or anything, but it was nice to hear that you passed muster and could be accepted in some kind of …. Thing, you thought vaguely, unsure of what exactly this was. 

“The twins are nine, Donal and Dean. Shane’s six.” you told Gemma with a proud smile, showing a few photos you kept on your phone. Shane, Dean and Donal all smiled up at you, either beaming proudly or making silly faces. “They were born in Ireland. I just.. Finally managed to get home a while ago. It’s been…a journey back home.” you said with a slight grimace as you put away the phone and nodded for a real drink, not a shot. 

Gemma shot you an understanding look as she listened to your brief and edited story,  you giving her the highlights of Connor and Ireland, of how he had promised you so much and didn’t deliver squat, instead chose to hang his cut in someone else’s flat for quite some time, and made sure you didn’t forget ‘your place’. It had been nightmarish for a while, but you had finally gotten up enough courage and money to make it out of Ireland, thanks to a visiting priest who had been an Army medic, a lifetime ago, named  Father Mulcahy. He had given you the last few hundred dollars you needed, and finagled you and the children on his flight out of Ireland, calling you his daughter and the kids his grandchildren to the airport worker’s faces. You still kept in touch with him, since he had literally saved Shane’s life with his knowledge and skills, and even his creative finagling of the truth. 

“He was a retired army chaplain, and somehow got us on a flight out of Ireland the next day. Just packed up the kids and clothes and left everything behind. I still talk with him sometimes on the phone, and the kids like him. They call him Grandad, and he’s still helping out sometimes with Shane.” you said, not wanting to get in too deep with what happened to Shane. It was still fresh sometimes, and you didn’t want to ruin the night. Gemma seemed to understand, the both of you sharing knowing looks. 

“Ireland ruins things.” Gemma said simply, shaking her head and sending sidelong glances to Jax, who was leaning against Opie, the two of them chatting up some of the Caracas girls that had come to the party. Mandy was looking cranky at not being the center of attention, so you decided to make a lap and see if you could distract Mandy before she started trouble. She was sidling up to Jax and Opie, making sure she was part of the girls that were hanging off of them, at least, and making sure her boobs were in someone’s face.

“Hey baby, come here.” A prospect called out with a grin, moving up from a crouch at the pool table. “Gotta get me some luck o’ the irish over here.”

“I ain’t a leprechaun.” you said with a scoff, shaking your head and smirking at the prospect, whose face flushed pink. “I don’t give out my lucky charms.” you mocked the accent, shoving past him to walk up towards the small crowd. You picked up a bottle from the table, still sealed and intact, from Tig’s hand who had been busy trying to get busy with a caracas girl. 

“Hey bitch, fancy seeing you here, I thought you'd be with Gemma at the bar all night.” Amanda snarked, tilting her head and smirking at you saucily. You shrugged and watched Jax with Opie, and snuck a smile over at Tig and Chibs, raising your bottle up to them, Tig finally noticing his lack of beverage. You giggled and stuck out your tongue playfully at Tig, and popped open the bottle, the fizz tickling your nose as you took a decent sip. You could see Tig’s eyes sparking with mischief and interest, as well as Chibs’ eyes. 

“What are you doing? You’re just being annoying.” Amanda said with a roll of her eyes. “That’s not even sexy. You’re not even blowing the bottle- like this.” Amanda stuck her bottle in front of your face and then she turned slightly, making eye contact with as much men as she could, her tongue sliding along the bottle and slurping it slightly. Your brows rose up with amusement and you just giggled, hiding your smile behind your bottle, as you edged further from her. 

“I think less is more, probably- I mean, you’re competing against this.” you said to Amanda gently, nudging her towards two girls who were working the bar, doing belly-button shots with Bobby and Piney, and another was flat out giving a blowjob to one of the prospects. Amanda wrinkled her nose and turned towards the pool table where Half-sack was busy racking them up with Happy and Juice. 

“These boys are better anyway.” Amanda said in a snotty tone, and you shrugged, taking a swig of your beer and licking your lips as you let Amanda wander off towards the pool table, making sure to draw attention by taking off her top, hollering for more shots. You let out a sigh, taking another sip as you wandered off to the couch where you had last seen Chibs and Tig. 

“I promise I'm the good one this time around.” You found yourself whispering in Chibs’s ear, leaning forward, your thighs against the back of the couch as you stood in between him and Tig, as girls gyrated around them as music blasted. 

“What?”

You repeated yourself, laughing at the irony of the situation, you promising to be a good girl, with a beer in your hand that you had stolen from Tig earlier. “I’m not even tipsy enough yet.” you hollered as Tig turned, smirking. 

“We need to remedy that, sugar.” he said as he leaned back, holding up a small shot glass of amber liquid that you instantly recognized as whiskey. 

“Bring it on, Tiggy.” you said with a nod as you held up the shot glass, winking at Chibs. “If Scotty here can keep up.”

“I sure can, darling.” Chibs said smoothly, and you somehow blanked after that. All you remembered were his brown eyes glinting with mischief, Tig’s rough curls brushing against your breast as he licked up errant drops of whiskey that had run down your throat and into your cleavage,, and Chibs’s hot mouth claiming yours after a second shot of whiskey.