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[rimunagenius]

Number

Pairing: Filip ‘Chibs’ Telford x f!Reader (soon will become an ‘x fem!OC’ during the second chapter)

Word Count: 897

Warnings: I think it’s just foul language

Summary: Getting a new neighbor is always fun or even interesting. But an annoyingly cute biker who makes too much noise, isn’t.

Note: I did totally get this from a movie or show i saw on my tt fyp soooo…i don’t own the plot, nor do i own the Sons or the SOA plot (my boy Kurt Sutter does) but i just own my reader inserts kids as characters. If you find the name or know the name of whatever movie or show this is (if you recognize the dialogue), pls comment it so i can put it in here.

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Part 1 of the Unexpected Treasure series !

It was hard to get your little one to bed. Recently she’s being crying all night long and when she sleeps, she only sleep for two hours and then wakes up. Your oldest ones weren’t bad at all. So easy even.

Tonight was a rough night. You had already done three laps around the back yard, two around the kitchen and living room, and 6 of her bedroom. Her eyes finally started to close as you were slowly and silently rocking her in the rocking chair in her room.

Laying her in the crib slowly, carefully calculating any moves to not wake her up, you stood up and closed the door, leaving a crack so you could hear her from next door.

You had applied moisturizer to your fresh and healing tattoo before hearing the an odiously loud rumbling of bikes outside the door.

Groaning loudly you quickly made your way outside the front door before crossing your lawn over to the neighbors. You saw four men outside and just one bike while they stood in the garage. The rumbling was loud that you signaling them to keep it down wasn’t heard.

“Hey!” You stood closely behind the two with their backs faced to you, and yelled in their ears so they could hear. They turned around quickly and looked upset at the loudness of your voice.

“What gives, lady?!” One with crazy messy curly black hair turned around, finger lodged in his ear.

“Bloody hell, woman.” The other one who seemed to have facial scars turned around. The rumbling of the bike stopped immediately after the two stopped yelling at you. A man with long blonde hair and another man with long brown hair looked at you.

“Why are you guys doing making so much goddamn noise!?” You were visibly upset that these men dragged you out of your house at 10pm to rev stupid bike engines.

“Introducing ourselves to the neighbors, darlin— his neighbors.” The blonde one pointed towards the man with the crazy scars. You knew someone was moving in but the bikes weren’t really a problem when they were leaving and coming back so little.

“Well, I’m the neighbors, and we’re introduced, so if you wouldn’t mind, could you please shut the fuck up.” You looked at all four then before turning around and walking back across your lawn. You made it to the door before the one with the accent started talking to you.

“Wait, hold on. Let’s start over okay? My names Filip, what yours?” He had long hair, salt and pepper colors and the leather and kutte were actually very attractive on this man. But you didn’t know him, and men weren’t exactly your specialty considering you have three kids who’s dads left them.

“That’s cool. Just think of me as the person next door who likes it quiet.”

“Aye, but come on, love. Don’t be like that. We live next door to eachother and I feel bad. I feel terrible. I’m sorry. Will ya accept my apology?

“I don’t need your apology, I just need the quiet.” You then turned to go up the 3 steps to your porch before he started talking once again.

“Why don’t I take ya out to dinner to apologize for my rudeness? You give me yer’ number and I already have your address. I’ll call you up like a proper lad, and ask ya out.”

You giggled, “You want my number?” You smiled as you looked at him, and back at the other three men who seemed to resume talking but kept looking over to listen. Your sarcasm evident to them as the snickered amongst eachother.

“I do. I do want your number.” He nodded as he fixed his hair, his eyes never leaving yours once.

“Which number do you want? Filip?” You knew his name, you just didn’t have the capacity to care about or spare his feelings considering you had three children to get inside to and a early shift at the hospital to get some of the very little sleep for.

“Filip, now I like the way you say that, darlin.” He huffed as he smirked while he looked at you and then back to his friends before looking to you again. “How many numbers do ya have?”

“Oh I have plenty, darlin,” you mocked his endearment for you. “I have numbers falling out my ears. For instance, nine.”

“Nine?”

“Yeah, that’s how many months my baby girl is.”

“You got a little girl?” He looked intrigued and surprised in your statement. The guilt for being too loud already getting to his conscience.

“Yeah. Sexy huh? And how about this? Four is how old my oldest boy is. Two is how old my other son is. Two is the amount of time i’ve been married and divorced. Twenty is the amount of money I have left in my bank account. 850-3943 is my phone number, and im guessing zero is the amount of times your going to call it.”

“That impresses me, and your wrong about the zero thing, sweetheart.” He spoke as you walked inside and shut the door. He turned around and walked back to the boys as she looked back at your house, the living room light being shut off at the same time.

“Damn, she was pissed.” The man with long hair spoke, adjusting his beanie.

“Yeah, Chibs. Opies right, you gotta stop moving and pissin off your neighbors. This has happened like four times already.”

“Oi, shut up, Tiggy.”

“You got her number though, right?” The blonde asked, his eyebrows wiggling in a mockingly manner.

“Aye, Jackie boy.”

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Hey, heads up! future chapters will be longer, but i made this one short bc i didn’t have any idea on how to make further scenarios where they interacted more.

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Weak: Alexander 'Tig' Trager x Reader (feat: Clay Morrow)

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It’s the vote over Cara Cara that makes Clay realise that you’re a threat. It’s the first time in years that Tig has voted in the opposite direction to him, and it makes Clay stand up and take notice.

He knows that Tig has been fucking you, he hasn’t taken much interest in it, he never does when it comes to Tig’s conquests. His Tiggy is a magpie, he sees something shiny, he taps it and then moves on to the next thing. He’s not the type to get pussy whipped, he’s dependable that way. That is, until he isn’t.

Clay starts to look into you after that. He thinks you must be some premium fucking pussy to keep Tig on the hook. However, the more he discovers the more he doesn’t get it, because you are just so normal. You aren’t a porn actress like he originally thought, you don’t have a great ass or huge tits. You aren’t even much to look at.

It’s only when he sees the two of you interacting that something clicks in his brain. When Tig kisses you, it’s soft, his thumb caressing the blush of your cheek, those rings of his contrasting against your skin. There’s a tenderness in it and Clay fucking hates it. His Sergeant at Arms is a rabid dog on a leash, when he lets him off, he expects him to go feral.

Clay decides to fuck it up.

He wants to break the hold you have on his Sergeant in Arms. He wants the other man violent, reckless, untamed. He needs the other man at his worst. The more blood thirsty the better.

He picks a night when he knows Tig’s going to be at the clubhouse and he stages a little private party. He picks a couple girls, ones that are just Tig’s type and he pays them to do whatever the fuck the other man wants. In his heart he knows that Tig’s still the same deprived son of a bitch he’s always been.

When the blonde climbs in his lap, Tig isn’t having any of it. Six months ago, he would have given her the ride of her life, he would have fucked her until she didn’t know which was up, instead he simply leaves.

Clay feels like he doesn’t even know the other man anymore.

It’s clear you’re a bigger influence than Clay realised. Tig’s become a different person since he’s taken up with you and Clay can’t have that. He needs him unhinged; he needs him loyal. He needs to destroy the other man so badly that there’s no coming back from the darkness.

In short, Clay needs to get rid of you and he realises that Amir Ghazeni is the solution to the problem because the disappearance of both his brothers ties directly back to you.  

Clay remembers that visit up to Stockton four years ago, the one where Otto had asked him to get rid of a 22. and a shiny new red convertible registered to Omar Ghazeni. Nothing, related to the club, he’d assured him. One of Luann’s girls had had a problem with a Persian and taken care of it herself, Clay didn’t have to worry about the body but the car, it was distinctive. In exchange Otto had done a couple of favours for him, that had added a few more years to his sentence. Luann loved that girl like a daughter, and Otto would do anything for Luann. It’s not a leap to guess that that girl is you.

Clay has no doubt that Tig killed Kia. Jax had tasked him with cutting him loose after all that drama at the torture porn studio and he guessed that Kia must have said something Tig didn’t agree with because the next thing they know, the club are getting questioned about the younger Ghazeni’s fire engine red jacket floating in the docks.

He tries to confirm a couple of details with Otto but the other man is tight lipped. He thinks that maybe Luann wasn’t the only one, who saw you as more than just an employee. He discovers that you’ve been putting money in Otto’s commissary since Luann had been killed, and that you’ve been visiting him in prison as often as you can.

He meets with the remaining Ghazeni in secret. He keeps Tig out of it. After all he doesn’t want Amir coming after the club, just you. The terms are this, Amir can do whatever the fuck he wants with you, Clay doesn’t give a shit about the details, so long as your body ends up on Tig’s doorstep. That’s all he asks.

It goes wrong from the very fucking beginning because Clay doesn’t count on three things, the fact you carry a 9 Mil., that Tig has been teaching you how to shoot and that Jax is with you at the time.  

When the Persians try to snatch you up, you’re finishing up a meeting with Nero Padilla about expanding into the escort business. Clay’s made sure that Tig is as far away as possible, he has him up in Bakersfield, checking in with Packer about a nasty spot of business regarding some ex-cult members. What he didn’t factor in was Jax attending the meeting on behalf of the club, because Jax didn’t tell him. He’d kept his cards close to his chest because he didn’t know how viable to deal would be.

It ends up with three dead Persians, one of which Jax recognises from the torture studio leading them straight back to Amir Ghazeni. The whole fucking story plays out around the table that evening, when Tig, for the first time in his life comes clean about the whole fucking thing. He tells his brothers about what happened to you, about Omar’s death when he came for you a second time, about the video and how he lost his fucking shit when Kia rubbed his face in it.

Strip me of my rank, he tells them, take my kutte, but don’t tell me that any one of you wouldn’t have done the same thing if it was someone you loved.

In the end Tig loses his position but keeps the kutte because there isn’t a soul in the room other than Clay that can begrudge his actions. Of course, the story endears you to them even more. Prior to this you were just a business partner and the girl that they knew Tig was fucking.

Now he’s telling everyone you’re his old lady, that he’s killed for you. It makes you part of the family and just like that you have the protection of the club.

It infuriates Clay but he’s sure that none of this shit can lead back to him because they’ve already found Amir Ghazeni on his yacht with a bullet in his head.

Clay doesn’t realise that they’ve taken a vote until two days later. He’s done a lot of dirty shit up until this point, the waters are so muddied that even he can’t tell what’s in the name of the club or for himself.

When he comes to table that night, he sees Jax sitting in his seat at the head of it, the gavel grasped firmly in his hand. He recognises the hardened expressions on each of his brothers faces as they march in, one after the other.  

It’s Tig he looks to, the one he’s always been able to turn to in his time of need. There’s murder in those vivid blue eyes of his, he runs his tongue along his bottom lip as if he can already taste Clay’s blood in his mouth because he knows what he’s done, what he tried to do.

It’s Otto that blew him up. Otto that heard about what almost happened to you and put the pieces of his last conversation with Clay together. Otto, who summoned Tig and Jax to Stockton.

They find the recording on Amir’s yacht, the one that the Persian had made of the conversation between the two of them. Bobby thinks he was planning to use it as leverage in case the rest of the MC ever found out it was him that had taken you. The worst part Jax tells him is that he knew what Amir would do to you, that he looked at your history and decided to play it out all over again, that he told Amir to leave your body on another brother’s doorstep.

There isn’t a person in the room who doesn’t understand the implications of that, of what that level of brutalisation would do to another man, to someone that Clay was supposed to care about.

“For what?” Jax asks him. “What the fuck was all of this for?”

Clay turns his head to Tig and meets his gaze. There’s a moment of understanding between the two of them before he says.

“She makes you weak brother.”

“No.” Tig responds, shaking his head. “She makes me human.”

Clay throws back his head and laughs.

“Pussy can’t give you redemption Tiggy, you know that.”

It ends with Clay kneeling over an open grave on the outskirts of Charming, staring into the depths of the soil below him.

“Any last words?” Tig asks him as he jams the barrel into the back of Clay’s skull.

“She’s not right for you Tig, you know it and I know it…”

Tig pulls the trigger, splattering Clay’s brains into the earth before his body tips forward landing in a crumpled heap at the bottom of the hole. He stares down at the man he’s served for the majority of his adult life and wonders when the presidency started to twist him, when the power sunk it’s claws into his skin and shredded his soul.

“He’s wrong you know?” Jax says as Tig passes the gun to him. “She’s good for you.”

“I know.” Tig tells him, his gaze shifting back to the mass of flesh and bones in the depths of that hole. “That’s why he tried to take her away from me.”

“Go home.” Jax tells him, his gloved hand clasping Tig’s shoulder and squeezing tightly. “Tell your girl she can sleep easy tonight.”

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[ravennaortiz]

Can I make another one? With Tiggy 21 and 23. Thank you!!!!!

You may have as many as your heart desires! Lets see Tig with prompts 21: Like, what you see? and 23: You are more than a one nightstand. Alright as always 18+.

More to Me

"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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“Well, Alexander, I think we’re alone now.”

“Yeah, I think we are,” Tig replies before looking over at you and noticing you swinging your black thong around your finger. He sighs, “Really? Now?”

“Why not? Chucky will be gone for ages so we need to kill time,” you laugh, dropping to your knees before crawling to him. Palming him through his trousers, it isn’t long before the van starts rocking.

Getting carried away, you both fail to realise that you’re not the only people in the parking lot, and that people can hear you. Soon enough, the police are called.

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Tig (nodding): Okay 🙂

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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.

(NOT FOR MINORS, PLEASE, under the cut)

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.

Part 2 to come soon!!

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Sakuverse Characters As Lyrics From The Fairytales Album

Andrew

"Let's make our love become reality

Oh, how I pray for that day to come.

When we'll be joined together close as one."

- Why (1997)

Kayson

"Like a trick of illusion you will rescue me

It's the magic love that you give to me."

- Mr. Magic (1997)

Isaac

"You're the hero of my heart

You're my guardian light

Through the darkest of nights."

- You're The Hero Of My Heart (1997)

Elias

"And I've been waiting

For all the stars to shine

Anticipating this love of mine."

- Waiting (1997)

Alex

"It's over

And you know it

Any day, any way, it's over."

- It's Over (1997)

Zaros

"He was proud, he was true, he was strong

He was the only hope for his land."

- Warrior (1997)

Niall

"Give me love, give me time

'Cause I'm thinking of you

Won't you change my lonely heart."

- Give Me (1997)

Luca

"All fairy tales are filled with love and passion

For us to learn about the true romance."

- Ring A Ling (1997)

This album makes me want to write stories based on the lyricss

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Binge-played Sharkbait last night, trying to romance GW which is definitely not the wisest choice seeing as peep is ready to kill the playable character at any given chance. That said, I love the oblivious baker. Also forgive said baker for the easter egg ep.

Anywho, here's some moodboards around the shark characters.

Top row; Lee (lemon shark), Tiggy (tiger shark)

Bottom row; GW (great white shark), Rhin (whale shark)

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Valentine's Day Bingo: Commitment - Alexander 'Tig' Trager x Reader

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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.

Hitting the Expensive Jewellery Bingo Square

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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[ravennaortiz]

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.

[mrsfilipchibstelford]

[little-horror-smut]

Its unnatural what this man makes me feel

[ankhmutes]

A Charming Journey Home (SOA) Chapter 4

This is filth, so as always, putting the good stuff under the cut because, minors are not welcome. Someday I'll go back and edit everything so it's nice and easy to find in one place and all my fics look prettier.. but I figure you appreciate a chapter drop now and then fresh off the press.

“Let’s make this party private.” Tig said as he grabbed Chibs’s hand, the two men ushering you towards a back room in the clubhouse, what you later discovered to be Chibs’s room at the clubhouse. The night blurred by in snatches of moments and sensations. 

“Come to Tiggy.” Tig crooned, his hands all over you as Chibs spread you open for him, his hot hands sliding up and down your thighs. 

“You don’t need to be quiet- let’s just let go.” Chibs whispered hotly in your ear, as you felt the hot flames of a climax consuming you from the inside out, someone was eating you out, and you saw stars. Someone’s dick was in your mouth, and you swallowed liquid heat, Chibs’s voice searing you alive as if his voice was as hot and bitter as his come had been. Tig took his turn, his hot come marking you across your breasts, drops of come decorating your hair and you didn’t care. 

“You’re a good girl, such a good, dirty girl, aren’t you, darling?” Chibs’s voice echoing with Tig’s, the two men calling you a good girl, or a dirty girl, both of them endearing you with “princess” or “darling” which you held close to yourself, letting yourself go and trusting the two men to take you to the heights of pleasure with their mouths and hands. An Eiffel Tower came later, you somehow found yourself being spit-roasted by the two men, and not minding one bit when you felt yourself falling apart to pieces, being consumed by the flames of orgasm after orgasm, the waves of pleasure shooting through you like flames over a fire pit. 

Your screams were muffled, and your head was muffled. You were still delighting in it, it was the first time you were able to truly let go after a long, long time. Even before Connor, you vaguely found yourself thinking as you dropped to the bed after the third round, Tig and Chibs sliding a blanket over your sated and relaxed body. Tig was already getting dressed, his belt clinking loudly in the silent room. 

“Just rest for a minute, alright, lass? We’ll make sure no one disturbs you.” Chibs said gently as Tig nodded, cradling your head against his chest for a moment before dropping a kiss on the top of your sex-tousled hair and exiting the room. You let out a long exhale, wondering what you had just done with the two of them, as you listened to Chibs getting up from the bed and trying to get dressed and straightened up near you, the quiet clinking of metal and creak of leather, a cigarette being lit. 

“You okay?” he asked after a moment. 

“Never better.” you exhaled as you sat up slowly, reaching for a stray T-shirt to clean come off of you. You knew you’d have to shower and wash when you got home, but at least now it wasn’t obvious at first sight, at least, that someone had shot a hot load on you. “I didn’t realize I needed that. I mean.. Thank you.” you ended lamely, smiling a small, shy smile at Chibs who nodded. 

“Yeah, you’re just one of the good girls, aren’t you, princess?” he asked with a wink and his smile was genuine, with a light tease at the ends of his mouth. “Just gotta make it through the gauntlet out there, I’m sure your friend won’t be too pleased with you though.” Chibs put a shirt on, finishing his cigarette.

“Oh shit. Yeah.” that left you with a problem, but you were pretty sure if Amanda had drunk enough she’d be passed out on the pool table, or in a room with a member, hopefully. “I’ll be fine. Worst case, I’ll get an uber.” 

“If you say so. Tiggy and me, we’re okay with giving you a ride if ya need it.”

“You sure?” you ask after a beat, making sure your clothes were back on and cleaned up, no signs of any come or alcohol. You didn’t want to come home and have your parents, or even the kids, seeing something you missed if they had come back early from their trip. 

“Yes, always.” Chibs said with a confident nod, ushering you out of the room and into the main part of the clubhouse, him and Tig sweeping you up in a flurry of distraction through a small crowd.

You managed to spot Amanda, half-passed out over the pool table as predicted; she looked like she was having a moment with one of the prospects, but you knew she was okay. Gemma had sent you a confirming nod, silently letting you know she was keeping an eye on things for you, as she had spotted you leaving the room with Tig and Chibs. You found yourself ushered into a truck, the doors slamming shut shooting you back to reality. You weren’t drunk, just in a crazy out of body experience, not quite believing the situation you had just experienced. Tig sat by your side, his hair wild as ever, his blue eyes sharp as his hands expertly navigated the truck over to your parent’s house with no assistance. 

“How did you-”

“Your shitty jeep. You’re the Cherokee girl.” Tig said with a grin. “We all know you. Didn’t know the name, but knew the car.”

“Fuck. Was I that obvious or stupid?” you asked with a laugh, opening the door and shutting it after you let yourself out of the truck. Tig shrugged, leaning back in the seat as he set himself up for reversing the truck out of the driveway. 

“I like to think you were just enthusiastic. We liked your creativity. Hell, we even had a pool going.”

“What the fuck?” you exclaimed, as the tires squealed, Tig putting the pedal to the metal as he took off out of the driveway and down the street like a bat out of hell. Probably to avoid your questions, you thought with puzzlement and amusement. You yelled again after them, raising the bird high and proud. 

“Fuckers!” 

You got a two-fingered salute back from Chibs, and a wave from Tig as they left your block, turning at the Millers’ place. You hoped Mr. Miller wouldn’t have woken up from their squealing tires, but you didn’t really care. You had gotten railed so good, by the two men you had been eyeing for the longest time ever… You didn’t have a care in the world at that very moment. You loved the feeling, milking it while it lasted as you sauntered into the house, humming the first AC/DC song that came to mind. You were sated. You thought you should write Amanda a thank you text later, but first, it was time to wash all that cum out of your hair….

The next weekend, you went to your usual shift, getting the bar ready for the big rush in the evening, there was a lot of bikers, and a huge group had just come in. You prepped fruit for the garnishes, and you were bringing up crates of beer from the basement for the big group when you heard rough voices. 

“The sons’ll never know what hit ‘em. Fuck, we got real good intel from one of their girls. mad at ‘em, so….”

“Are you sure your intel is good, though? You know Jax n’ Clay  are—” there was an interruption and you scowled, glancing over at the trapdoor, walking up since you knew you wouldn’t be getting more. You moved up into the storeroom, and you could see the back door was ajar, the smell of cigarettes and marijuana drifting in the area. You shuddered slightly, knowing how close you had been to someone who would wish the Sons harm. You knew just what you had to do.

*~*

So, feeding this monster is much welcomed, and any of my stories. I usually write where the dopamine takes me and I fandom-hop. So far, this is the best streak I've had, so encouragement is welcomed and might help. Thank you! I also want to take a minute to thank @kdogreads for all their kind words and encouragement. Thank you!

[vulgar-display-of-escapism]

10ish Things I'll forever be disappointed we didn't get to see on Sons of Anarchy part 1

Happy's mom. Can you imagine Hap picking groceries for her and his aunt, fixing their sink, hanging a framed picture just the way his momma wants even if it takes forever and getting bashful while fielding questions about 'giving her some grand-babies to love on'? Oh, to see the woman who raised The Tacoma Killer...

2. More of Filip's mean streak. Look at that smile.

Whenever it came out to play it was glorious. My favorite moment is probably in 'Black Widower' (7.1) When he shoots a guy in the knee, without looking mind you, and asks "Anyone else wanna go rolling down the ramp?" and then, of course the zoom zoom moment. I need more of that.

3. {And while we're at it} The boys doing more of the -FUN- outlaw shit. Who remembers the good ole' days of grave robbing with zombie bikers? (Or the similar scene in season 7 "I call heads". )

And the epic run in with Eden's crooked-cops.

"What you wanna do Boss?"

"What you're supposed to do when you find stolen merchandise, call the police"

BTW, one of my favorite Bobby lines: "If you're gonna go outlaw boys, use half a brain."

Which led to the cops apologizing for their behavior.

Or that one time they actually STAGED a crime scene? Using Darby's Suburban?

4. More Charity Work

One lousy toy run in seven seasons?! One?! No Piney suggesting participating in a run supporting veterans, to honor Kip? Or Chucky bringing up the idea to donate time to BACA? My personal HC is that Tig would be the one to love the idea and get most of the guys on board.

5. And speaking of Tig. Him interacting with Opie's kids;

Picking them from school when Lyla was working late, taking them out for ice-cream ( and letting them over-indulge), telling them how awesome their mom and dad were. And Gods help anyone who tried messing with either one of the Winston children.

Those babies are so low-key that I couldn't find any good-quality pics of them. Charming's very own Big Footsies.

PART 2