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Paring:Chibs Telford x Fem!reader
Summary:He didn't even know your name but one look from across the club house was all it took for Chibs to be hooked!
Warnings:Just fluff! All the fluff and cuteness with Chibs!
A/n: another story found in my drafts! I love this song! For some reason thought it would go good with Chibs:) probably not my best writing but just a shorter then normal oneshot with my favorite Scottish biker!
Chibs spotted you the second you walked through the doors of the clubhouse with Lyla for her birthday party Opie and Gemma were giving her and he hasnt taken his eyes off you since. Now Chibs wasnt the one to believe in love at first sight but I think its safe to say he does now...
"Aye Opie whos tha lass with Lyla" Chibs asked his brother looking over at you and Lyla doing shots
"Oh thats y/n, they've been friends since they were kids, shes going through a rough breakup, the guys was a complete dick cheated on her with coworker"
"Well a broken hearted lady needs some Tiggy-"
"Uh-huh brotha shes mine" Chibs says cutting Tig off before leaving his spot near the pool table making his way over to you
đśI don't know who broke up with who, But she's in here chasin' tequila with High Noon, Don't know how long she's been movin' on. Maybe five weeks or five minutes, but it can't be too longđś
You stand there with Lyla downing another shot when you catch your best friend smiling, that wicked smile youve come to know over the years. You look over your shoulder to see what shes smiling about it that when you see the most attractive man you have ever laid your eyes on making his way to you...
"Dont do anything I wouldnt do" Lyla says in a sing song voice walking away making you laugh
"Wha a beautiful woman hangin like ya hangin round with a bunch'a old bikers" Chibs says Scottish accent coming out thick
"We'll ive always liked em older...and with an accent" you wink making Chibs smile
"Well thats a good thing fer me then lass"
"Yes it is" you smile "y/n"
"Filip but ya call mi Chibs is ya want"
"I like Filip very...sexy" you tell him smirking
"What ya drinkin sweetheart"
"Jack and diet coke"
Chibs gets the prospect behind the bar to grab him another beer and you your drink then turns back to you
"So where ya from darlin?"
"San Francisco. And what part of Scotland are you from" taking Chibs by surprise, most people think his accent is Irish
đśAnd we did that "What's your name?" thing"Where you from and what's your favorite drink?"
"Glasgow" he smiles
"Its Beautiful there! Went when I was in college almost didnt leave"
Beautiful! Sexy! Loves Scotland! Yep Chibs knew he was in trouble now!
You and chibs sit and talk and drink for the next 30 minutes. He tells you about his scars and you tell him about your asshole ex. He may have been a bit older but he was a breath of fresh air!
Then you hear it...your favorite song and you look at Chibs.
"Come dance with me"
"I got 2 left feet darlin"
đśShe said, "Shut up, come and dance with me" And now shes singing. "Girls Just Want to Have Fun" at the top of her lungs. Don't even know she's 'bout to wreck someone. And, boys, I'm in trouble now, ain't even tryna get out.So come on, baby, take me down, down, down, yeah.Don't know what happened tonight.Don't know what happened last week.Don't know what happened to her.But she's 'bout to happen to me (happen to me)She 'bout to happen to međś
"Come anyways scotty" you wink grabbing his hand making Chibs smile.
He hated dancing! Always hated it! But your smile was so big and so beautiful he was not gonna turn you down!
Chibs dances with you to a few songs before Lyla pulls you away "sorry Chibs im stealing her but ill bring her back"
"Aye you better" he says before walking over to the pool table where is brothers are, once again not taking his eyes off you
"Getting cozy with y/n huh" Opie says finally breaking Chibs from his trance
"Aye brotha and let m' tell ya boys something...'m gonna marry that girl ya just watch an' see"
đśAnd she keeps on singin'"Girls Just Want to Have Fun" at the top of her lungsDon't even know she's 'bout to wreck someoneAnd, boys, I'm in trouble now, ain't even tryna get outSo come on, baby, take me down, down, down, yeahDon't know what happened tonightDon't know what happened last weekDon't know what happened to herBut she's 'bout to happen to me (happen to me)She 'bout to happen to međś
And Chibs was right...
2 years later you were married a small ceremony with only your friends and family there to share in the love the 2 of you found with just one look the night of your best friends party!
"You know...I didn't even wanna go to that party that day" you confess to your now husband while having your first dance
"Well lass Im happy ya did" he smiles and kiss your head
"Kinda crazy to think about but if I would have stayed at home in my sweats we wouldn't be here"
"I would've found ya lass! If not that night, or the clubhouse then another night!" He says sweetly
"You really think so"
"Aye lass! I was in love that night! Ya wouldntve happened to me sooner or later!" He says making you smile
"I love you Mr.Telford"
"I love you too Mrs.Telford"
The star of the movie
To clarify Iâm specifically talking about the left nip
Definitely an old man fucker because I have never seen a man hotter than Chibs is Sons of Anarchy
Congrats on 1k! Thatâs amazing.
Could I please have đ˘ with female reader and Chibs please? Thank you đ¤Š
title; thinking of you
pairing; chibs telford x fem!reader
mood; yearing
a/n; hi i wasn't sure what 'mood' you wanted so i went with yearning, i hope you like it.
đ¸ââđ´ââđŚâ âđ˛ââđŚââđ¸ââđšââđŞââđˇââđąââđŽââđ¸ââđšââ | đ˛ââđŚââđŽââđłâ âđ˛ââđŚââđ¸ââđšââđŞââđˇââđąââđŽââđ¸ââđšâ | âđ˛ââđŽââđŠââđłââđŽââđŹââđââđšâ âđ¨ââđŚââđˇââđłââđŽââđťââđŚââđąâ âđ˛ââđŚââđ¸ââđšââđŞââđˇââđąââđŽââđ¸ââđš
The engine of Chibsâ Harley rumbled low and steady beneath you as the California wind whipped through your hair. The night air smelled of pine, exhaust, and the faint trace of his cologne, something warm and smoky that always made your chest tighten.
Youâd been riding with him for hours, no destination, just the road and the pull that had been growing between you for months. Every glance in the clubhouse, every brush of his fingers when he handed you a beer, every late-night conversation on the picnic table outside the garage had built this slow, aching yearning. Chibs Telford wasnât a man who spoke his feelings easily. The scars on his face told stories of violence and loyalty, but his eyes⌠his eyes always softened when they landed on you.
He pulled off onto a quiet overlook, killing the engine. The sudden silence was deafening, filled only by the distant crash of waves far below and the rapid beat of your heart. Chibs swung his leg over the bike and turned to you, his large hands gentle as they helped you off. For a moment, he just looked at you, the moonlight catching the silver in his hair and the faint lines around his eyes.
âBeen thinkinâ about this all night,â he murmured, his Scottish brogue thicker than usual, rough with emotion. His thumb traced your jaw, calloused and warm. âAbout you.â
Your breath caught. The yearning that had lived in your chest for so long surged forward like a tidal wave. You stepped closer, hands sliding up his chest to rest over the SAMCRO patch. âThen stop thinking, Filip.â
The use of his real name did something to him. A low sound escaped his throat, half growl, half sigh, and then his mouth was on yours. The kiss wasnât gentle. It was years of restraint breaking, an emotional rush that left you dizzy. His hands cupped your face, then slid into your hair, tugging just enough to tilt your head as he deepened the kiss. You tasted whiskey and need on his tongue, felt the tremor in his shoulders as he pulled you flush against him.
He broke away only long enough to rest his forehead against yours, breathing hard. âChrist, lass⌠Iâve wanted ye so badly it hurts. Every time ye smile at me, every time ye laugh⌠itâs like somethinâ inside me wakes up. Iâm noâ a good man, an old man. Ye deserve better than this life, but fuck if I can stay away anymore.â
Tears pricked your eyes at the raw honesty in his voice. Youâd seen him kill for his club, seen him bleed for it, but thisâthis vulnerability was rarer than anything.
âI donât want better,â you whispered, fingers tracing the scars on his cheek. âI want you. All of you. The chaos, the loyalty, the way you look at me like Iâm the only thing that makes sense.â
Chibsâ eyes darkened with that deep, aching yearning mirrored back at you. He kissed you again, slower this time, savoring, like he was memorizing every second. His arms wrapped around you, strong and sure, as if letting go would shatter him. The world narrowed to the heat of his body, the scrape of his beard against your skin, and the pounding of two hearts finally giving in.
Under the stars the emotional rush consumed you both. No promises of tomorrow, no guarantees in the life of an outlaw. Just this momentâraw, desperate, and real. And for tonight, it was enough.

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can you do an au one for me please? bounty hunter!Chibs, suggestive, one bed?
title; caught
pairing; chibs telford x fem!reader
au; bounty hunter!chibs
trope; one bed
đ¸ââđ´ââđŚâ âđ˛ââđŚââđ¸ââđšââđŞââđˇââđąââđŽââđ¸ââđšââ | đ˛ââđŚââđŽââđłâ âđ˛ââđŚââđ¸ââđšââđŞââđˇââđąââđŽââđ¸ââđšâ | đłââđŚââđťââđŽââđŹââđŚââđšââđŽââđ´ââđł
You knew better than to get sloppy.
Youâd dodged county lines, shaken patrol cars, slipped through checkpoints like smoke. You were careful. Smart.
But tonight? Tonight, you got distracted.
The motel door slams open before you can reach the window.
And there he is.
Tall. Broad. Leather jacket creaking as he steps inside like he owns the damn place. Silver-streaked beard. Cold blue eyes that drag over you slowlyâcalculating, amused.
Filip âChibsâ Telford, the Bounty hunter and the man whoâs been tracking you for three weeks.
âWell,â he drawls, thick Scottish accent curling through the air. âThere ye are, lass.â
You grab for the gun under the pillow, but heâs faster.
In two strides, heâs across the room, wrist caught in his grip, gun twisting from your fingers with humiliating ease. Your back hits the wall. His forearm pins you there, solid and unyielding.
You glare up at him as he smirks down at you. âThought yeâd make this harder for me.â
âStill can,â you shoot back.
His eyes darken slightly at that. Not angry. Interested.
âOh, Iâve no doubt.â He cuffs one of your wrists to the metal bedframe. Leaves the other free, just to prove he can.
You test the restraint.
Solid.
You look back at him. âThatâs cocky.â
âAye,â he says simply. âBecause I can afford to be.â He steps away to check the room. Window locked. Bathroom cleared. Phone unplugged.
Then he pulls a chair over and sits, elbows braced on his knees, watching you like youâre something dangerous he hasnât decided to tame or shoot.
âYou couldâve taken me in already,â you say quietly.
âAye.â
âBut you didnât.â
He tilts his head slightly. âYe run,â he says. âBut ye donât hurt anyone unless ye have to. Smart jobs. Smart exits. Makes me curious.â
âYou profiling me now?â
âOccupational hazard.â
Thereâs something different in his tone now. Less hunter. More⌠man.
A storm rolls in outside, rain slamming against the windows. The motel sign flickers, then dies as the power cuts out.
The room goes dark, and you both pause.
âBrilliant,â he mutters.
Lightning flashes through the blinds as thunder shakes the walls. A storm has rolled in, and a big one at that.
âAre you kidding me?â you snap, knowing there would be no getting out of the motel room any time soon. Now you were stuck with him as the storm raged on.
Chibs stands, assesses quickly, then looks at the bed. Before he looks at you. You stare back, knowing, and immediately shake your head, understanding what he wasnât saying.
âNo,â you say immediately.
He huffs a quiet laugh. âRelax, sweetheart. Iâm not sleepinâ in the bath.â
He uncuffs you from the frame, but keeps the cuff on your wrist. The other cuff, he loops around his own. âYou try to bolt,â he says calmly, âIâll wake up.â
âYouâre assuming Iâd share.â You scoff, frowning when you canât cross your arms in annoyance.
He steps closer, close enough that you can feel his body heat in the dark. âYe donât have much choice.â
The rain gets worse as another crack of thunder rolls outside.
You hesitate only a second before climbing onto the bed, staying as far to the edge as possible.
He joins you not long after, the mattress dips under his weight, and the space shrinks instantly. His arm, cuffed to yours, forces you closer than either of you probably intended.
Your back presses lightly against his chest as his breath fans against your hair. Neither of you speaks for a long moment.
Thenâ
âYe couldâve disappeared,â he murmurs softly. âWhy didnât ye?â
You swallow as you shift, listening to his breathing and the storm outside, wondering if the truth will help. âGot tired of running.â
His thumb shifts slightly against your wrist. Not restraining.
Just there.
âAye,â he says quietly. âI know the feelinâ.â
Lightning flashes again, illuminating the roomâand for a split second, heâs not looking at you like prey anymore, heâs looking at you like a problem he doesnât want to solve.
Your voice lowers. âYou going to turn me in tomorrow?â
Thereâs a long pause as his nose brushes lightly against your hair when he exhales. âDepends.â
âOn what?â
âIf yeâre worth more to me free⌠or claimed.â
Your heart stutters at his words, âThat a threat?â
His grip tightens just slightly, but not painfully, more possessive. âCould be.â
You twist carefully in his hold until youâre facing him, inches apart.
His eyes drop to your mouth. âYeâre trouble,â he murmurs.
âYou tracked me across three states,â you whisper back. âSounds like you enjoy it.â
A slow, dangerous smile spreads across his face. âMaybe I do.â
The bed creaks softly as he shifts closer. His hand slides to your jawâfirm, guiding. Testing, but you donât pull away. The tension between you stretches, tight as a wire.
He rests his forehead against yours, âCareful,â he warns quietly.
âWhy?â you breathe.
âBecause if I kiss yeâŚâ His thumb drags slowly across your lower lip. âI wonât be thinkinâ about the bounty anymore.â
Your pulse pounds as you look into his eyes, âThen donât think.â
Then his mouth is on yoursâslow, deliberate, claiming. Not rushed or frantic. Controlled. Like everything about him.
His hand anchors at your waist, pulling you flush against him. Heat builds fast in the dark, in the storm, in the cramped space of one narrow motel bed.
The cuff between you presses cold against heated skin.
A reminder.
Youâre still technically his catch.
He breaks the kiss first, breathing heavier now. âIf ye try to run in the morninâ,â he says low against your mouth, âIâll chase.â
You smirk faintly, âAnd if I donât?â
His eyes burn with promise and a smirk that makes your stomach tighten. âThen we renegotiate the terms.â
Thunder crashes overhead, but neither of you moves away, and by morning, the storm isnât the only thing thatâs shifted.
Just a Friend? Bullshit
Welcome to near 12k of pure self indulgence of SAMCRO fluff and smut. I've been in the trenches of lack of motivation so when I started this and it just kept going I wasn't about to stop. Please enjoy loves. â¤ď¸
Pairings: Reader x Jax, Reader x Chibs, Reader x Tig
Warnings! Smut, fluff, drinking, drug use mentioned, vnp sex, blow jobs, cum eating, pna sex, spit roasting, dirty talk, foursome, finger licking good
You are already feeling overwhelmed by the stink of sweat and alcohol, loud music echoes around you, making your eardrums throb each time the bass shakes the building. Your hands are sweaty, and you are terrified that youâre going to drop your glass at any second. You should have known that coming here would be a terrible idea, but once Louise got an idea in her head, no one could change her mind.
So, like a good best friend, you sighed and got ready with her, fixing your hair and applying makeup to the best of your abilities. Louise let you borrow some of her clothes, skimpy little shorts and a sweater crop top that showed off too much of your soft stomach for you to be comfortable. A pair of cute black booties completed the outfit. You felt out of place with so much skin on display.
Lousie had run into a pair of bikers the other night at the bar, and they had invited the two of you to a party at their clubhouse. You had already been cautious about them being bikers, and that feeling only got worse when you realized that it was SAMCRO she had run into.
Youâd lived in Charming your entire life, had even gone to school with Jax Teller and Ope Winston. Theyâd been several grades ahead of you, but you remember them always getting into something, always in trouble. SAMCRO was bad news, and you really didnât want to get mixed in with them, but you werenât about to let Louise get into some kind of trouble without you there to get her out of it.
But she was already gone, swept up in the chaotic mess that was SAMCRO. You stood off to the side near the pool tables, teeth digging into your painted lips as you desperately searched the crowd for your best friend.
âYa look lost there, sweetheart.â
You jump at the sudden voice and turn, sloshing your drink over the rim. You cringe at the sticky mess it leaves on your fingers. The man whoâd spoken looks like any other biker, dressed in dark jeans and a grey button-up, scuffed boots, and the ever-present leather kutte over his shirt. His eyes are blue, and his black hair is curly. The patch on his vest reads Redwood Original.
You grimace and lick the sticky mixed drink from your fingers without thinking, giving a one-shoulder shrug.
âYou could say that,â You admit, âIâm here for my friend.â
The biker laughs, his eyes growing dark and interested at the sight of this tiny girl with curves for days licking her hand like a pretty little kitty. What luck.
âYeah?â he drawls and shifts his weight, taking a half step closer to her. He breathes her in, mouth watering at the scent of her light perfume and something thatâs her. He always did love a natural woman.
âWhereâs she at now?â
You stall at the question and wipe your spit-cleaned hands on the creamy sweater you wear, shrugging again and tossing your hand out at the crowd of people drinking and laughing.
âIn there somewhere,â You say and then frown, âI hope anyway. She was my ride here.â
The biker barks a laugh and gives you a crooked grin, âWell, since it looks like your friend has ditched you, why donât you come hang out with me and mine?â
He gives you a once-over, shameless, âUnless youâd rather stand around like a loser.â
A surprised laugh bubbles out past your lips at his tease, and you find yourself smiling at the biker, accepting his offer.
âDonât wanna be the loser, now do I?â you tease right back.
He laughs again and drapes an arm around your back, his fingers snagging the loops of your shorts as he begins to lead you deeper into the clubhouse. You flush and try not to let his presence affect you so much, but itâs difficult to say the least. It has been way too long since the last time a man had paid you any attention.
âTig,â the biker introduces as he walks, âYour turn, kitten.â
Kitten?
You swallow down the noise you want to make at the nickname and introduce yourself. The table he leads you to is full of men. At the head sits a younger blonde, and you recognize Jax instantly. An older man with scarred cheeks sits on his right. You immediately feel like a rabbit in a den of wolves the second they catch sight of you standing beside Tig.
âWhatâs this?â The older man drawls, and you can hear his Scottish accent over the loud drawl of music, âA wee lass, Tiggy?â
Any feelings of safety go right out the door when Tig gently pushes you forward and sits down before snagging your hip and tugging you down to his lap. You grunt, and your spine locks up, eyes wide as you look between the men.
âMhm,â Tig drawls, and you suck in a sharp breath when his hand lands on your thigh. Itâs warm and big and sweaty. You feel heat bloom in your cheeks when he uses his hold to drag you back, your ass meeting his crotch, âA lost little kitten. Her friend left her, so I offered her our company.â
You look back up when you hear a familiar, raspy chuckle. Jax is watching you with those blue eyes you remember meeting back in high school. Him, a senior, and you, a freshman. Jax had been on his way to the office, his cheek bruised from a fight. You canât help but wonder if he remembers you.
âHow generous,â The Scot drawls and tips his head at you, âCall me, Chibs, love. The broody one is Jax.â
âI know,â You say and curse yourself when you get a round of raised brows. You clear your throat and gesture at Jax, âI went to high school with you. I was a freshman when you were a senior.â
Jax smirks then and shifts from his careless sprawl to something more calculated. He leans forward, head tilting to the side, and rests his right ankle on the opposite knee.
âLooks like we got a little high school reunion going on, Chibs,â He murmurs, and a round of laughter rumbles around the table, âHate to say that I donât remember you though, sweetheart.â
You shrug, unbothered, âI didnât expect you to. We didnât exactly run in the same circles.â
Chibs looks you up and down, his scars stretching along his cheeks as he drags his tongue over his bottom lip. âSo whyâd you come here, then?â
âYeah, Kitten,â Tig drawls behind you, and you feel him adjust his weight, his thighs spreading to better support your added weight, âWhy?â
You swallow and fight down the urge to squirm under their combined gazes. Christ, this was awful.
âI guess some of your members met my friend yesterday and invited us to the party. I didnât want her to come alone, but then she disappeared the second we got here, so..â
You trail off and shrug, chewing your bottom lip, a nervous habit that youâve not been able to break. You know that you shouldnât be here. This wasnât a place for a girl who once cried because she spilled a bowl of ice cream on her cat.
âLike I said,â Tig rumbles, and your eyes flick to his hand when it flexes along your thigh, âLost.â
âYouâre scaring the lass,â Chibs drawls and stands suddenly. You watch him round the table and pluck your watered-down mixed drink from your hands, âLetâs get ye a proper drink.â
âSo,â Jax says and catches your attention again, âWhat have you been up to since High School? Got kids, boyfriend? End up going to college?â
You blink at him, surprised that he was even interested in anything that youâve been doing. You thank Chibs when he passes by with a fresh glass, glancing down at the amber liquid and taking a careful sip. You grimace when the whiskey burns down and settles warm in your stomach. Youâd always preferred fruity drinks, but you werenât about to complain.
âUhm, College,â You begin and shift on Tigâs lap. You are short enough, and he is big enough, that you can cross your ankles and swing them back and forth. Youâve no idea that the longer you sit there, so fucking adorable to these hardened men, you are creating a very big problem for yourself.
Because you see, these men didnât get soft things in their lives, so when they did. Well, they stopped understanding the concept of letting go.
They listen to you chat; the sound of your voice, soft and a little airy, makes them relax back into their chairs. They take turns asking you questions, anything to keep you talking. You donât even notice your glass emptying, having grown so comfortable in their company. It isnât until you yawn and check your phone that you frown.
âDamn,â You mutter and tuck your phone back in your shorts, âI should head home. Itâs late, and all Iâve done is talk your ear off.â
Tigâs hand tightens on your thigh when his brain registers your words. He shifts under you, his free arm winding around your waist to keep you from getting up from his lap. Tig noses at your hair, breathing you in again.
âNo need to rush off, kitten,â He murmurs and shares a look over the table with his brothers, âStay a while, have a couple more drinks.â
Chibs is already rising to refill your glass, dark eyes locking with yours over the table when he leans forward to grab the bottle of whiskey and pour before you can protest. Your cheeks go pink, and you are swiftly reminded that these men arenât the kind old men who come looking for directions at your job. No, these were hardened, dangerous people who were most likely criminals. You lick your lips and debate with yourself.
You could do what you usually did and refuse the drink, take a cab home, and text Louise in the morning to make sure she survived. Or, you could accept the drink and stay.
Maybe if you hadnât been drinking for the past couple of hours, you would have made the right choice. Instead, you sit back, allowing Tig to take your weight and bring the glass to your lips, taking a slow, deliberate sip.
â...I guess I can stay a little longer,â You murmur and seal your fate with those few words.
Tig grins against your hair and presses a featherlight kiss there before leaning back in his seat and taking you with him.
âThatâs a good girl,â He rasps behind you, and you flush at the praise, lips twisting into a tiny, pleased smile. Their attention was addictive, and you could easily see yourself falling into them if you werenât careful.
Who knew that rough bikers with bad pasts were your kryptonite?
One drink turns into two and then a third. By then, you are feeling the liquor more than you might at home. The party is in full swing still, and the SAMCRO men have yet to let you go. You had watched other women, ones wearing less than you, slide into the dark corner only for Jax or Chibs to dismiss them casually, their focus on whatever you were talking about. You blushed and stuttered out each time, not used to anyone giving you their attention like they were.
âThere you are!â
You blink at the voice and look, giving Louise a shy smile when she happens to spot you. She stops at the edge of the table, a pout on her pretty lips as she looks at your seating arrangements.
âHey, Louise,â You greet. You are genuinely glad to see her. Trouble followed her like a bad stink.
âIâve been looking everywhere for you,â She bites out, and you jerk, eyes going wide at the heat in her voice. Your hands clench around your glass, and you feel Tig tense under you.
âAnd here you are, being a fucking slut.â
âWhoa now,â Jax drawls and sits up from his lazy slouch, blue eyes narrowing in on your friend, âWeâve been keeping her company. Youâre the one who left her the second you two got in.â
Louise sets her jaw and crosses her arms tight over her chest. You loved her, but she was the type of girl who couldnât stand not to be the center of attention. You could feel the jealousy pouring off her from across the table.
âSo? Sheâs a big girl,â Louise snaps back, and you flinch at the glare she sends her way, âI thought you were better than this. Youâre supposed to be the innocent one.â
Your jaw clenches and your frown, lip wobbling, âIâve just been sitting here, Louise.â
She scoffs and rolls her eyes, cocking her hip, âYeah, right. Why would men like them want your attention?â
âOi,â Chibs barks, and his expression is dark when you cut your eyes over at him, âI think thaâs enough, girly.â
âHeâs right,â Jax says and cocks his head, jerking his chin back across the room, âShe doesnât need you right now, so go on back over there and hang off the prospectâs arm.â
Louiseâs face goes bright red, and you wince when she stomps her foot like a literal child before rounding back on you and pointing a manicured nail in your direction.
âFine. Find your own ride back home,â She spits and turns on her heel, marching back into the crowds.
You watch her go, dumbfounded and hurt by her bad attitude. You suddenly feel very small, and your teeth dig into your bottom lip, your shoulders hunching in embarrassment.
Tig shares a look over the table with the other men. Your change in demeanor is obvious after your friend's departure, and it makes them burn with annoyance. Not at you, but at Louise for dragging you down.
âDonât listen to her, Kitten,â Tig murmurs in your ear. He is close enough that you feel his breath, warm and smelling like whiskey, on the back of your neck.
âSheâs a jealous thing,â Jax comments and leans back in his seat, relaxing again now that the corner had been restored to order once more.
You clear your throat and lean more of your weight into Tig, his broad chest warm and comforting, âYeah. Sheâs always been like this. Canât stand not being the center of the world.â
âWhy are you friends with her?â Jax asks, and Chibs grunts, also curious.
Tig tightens his grip around your waist, his biceps flexing against your stomach. You can feel the muscle twitch against your tummy where your cropped shirt rides up. You swallow hard and tug at your shirt, but your messing just makes it worse.
âI, uhm,â You begin and shrug, âI dunno. Iâve been friends with her since first grade, so not being her friend doesnât sound right.â
The men make low sounds of understanding. Before Ope passed, he had been Jaxâs best friend since elementary school, so he could understand your situation with Louise. But that didnât give her the right to talk to such a sweet thing as you as she had, though.
âShouldnât be friends with someone like that, baby girl,â Jax comments idly and watches as Tig shifts under you, tucking you into his chest like he is trying to hide you away from the world. Chibs sends him a look, and the blonde just smirks back.
Your lips draw into a little pout, and you take a pull from your glass to hide your displeasure at his comment.
âJackie Boyâs right, pet,â Chibs drawls, and you look at him over your glass. He shifts in his seat, thick legs spreading out as he balances a bottle of whiskey on his thigh. The VP had stopped using a glass about an hour ago. His accent had only gotten thicker the longer the night went on.
âDonât need wee cunts dragginâ ye down with them.â
Your cheeks burn, and you open your mouth to defend your friend, only for Jax to beat you to the punch.
âMhm,â he grunts and rolls his shoulders, âShe talk to you like that often?â
You nibble your lower lip. You shouldnât answer. You feel like a bad friend from what little youâve said about Louise so far. Still, you find yourself shrugging.
âOnly when she drinks,â you say and then frown heavier, âWhich is⌠a lot.â
âSee,â Tig rumbles behind you. His lips brush your ear with every word, making heat bloom with each time his voice rasps, âThatâs borderline abuse, kitten. You shouldnât deal with that.â
He shifts and lifts a hand to cup your jaw, gently guiding you to turn and look up at him through your lashes. Tig has a very hard time controlling himself at the sight of those pretty eyes looking at him like that. All it would take is a little nudge, and he could kiss you.
But not yet.
âHow about we be your friends instead?â Tig drawls and his lips curl into a soft smirk, his thumb smoothing along your jaw, keeping your attention on him.
âWeâd treat you much better than she does, baby.â
You make a low sound in the back of your throat, eyes going wide and glassy. Tig says friends, but you feel like itâs far more than that with how the three of them keep looking at you. Like all things with these men, you know that any choice you make with them will probably be a bad one, but you canât bring yourself to care. Not when you want this something fierce.
âI-,â You clear your throat and look between them, nodding along, âI would like that. To be friends.â
Chibs laughs, low and rough, and Jax echoes the sound, his blue eyes darken into something stormy, and he drags his tongue over his teeth.
âYeah, baby girl,â He drawls, and the three of them share a look over your head, âFriends.â
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Louise moved out of the apartment after that night. She had been pissed after Tig had dropped you off a day after the party. Sheâd yelled and screamed, furious and jealous that boring you had somehow gotten the attention of three very handsome men. You had tried to explain that it wasnât like that. That you were just friends with the bikers, and Louise refused to believe you.
The three of them had been nothing but courteous to you while youâd stayed at the clubhouse on the TM lot, going so far as to let you borrow some of their clothes and let you sleep in Chibsâ room since his was the cleanest. Tig had bought you breakfast, and they had entertained you with wild stories and memories. It had been the most fun youâd had in a very long time.
Only for your good mood to be flushed down the drain the moment you stepped into the apartment you shared with Louise. She was still pissed, still seething over the fact that you had stayed at Teller-Marrow instead of coming home with her that night. You had stood there, dumbfounded and struck as she laid into you, face red and voice pitched loud enough that Tig had heard it from outside on the sidewalk.
Louise had tried to demand that you pack your things, but youâd been quick to remind her that you were the main provider between the two of them. You constantly covered for her half of the bills, her half of the food. And maybe that had been hanging over your head because you suddenly find yourself snarling right back at her.
If anyone was packing their bags, it was going to be her.
Youâd grabbed a bag and a couple of changes of clothes after that. You didnât want to be around the apartment while Lousie packed her things. Your room had been locked, so it wasnât like she could take anything if she was feeling truly petty.
Tig had caught you after fleeing the building, snagging you by the arm, his grip tight but not enough to actually hurt you. Heâd toss himself into oncoming traffic if he ever happened to do something that fucking stupid.
âHey, hey,â He steps in front of you, big hands on your shoulders, steadying you, âWhatâs goinâ on, baby. Talk to me.â
You sniff and wipe your face, unaware that you had even started crying, âLouise is whatâs going on. Sheâs still pissed at me.â
Tigâs jaw sets in frustration, and he gently tugs you closer, one hand splaying across your back. He leads you back to his bike and carefully manhandles you back on, his hands shifting to bracket your hips and keep you steady.
âDonât listen to her, kitten,â Tig murmurs and cups your face, smoothing his thumb over the apple of your cheek, âSheâs just jealous. You donât need her anymore, got me?â
âI kicked her out,â You rasp and let out a slightly hysterical wet laugh, âI canât believe I did that.â
Tig shares your laugh and shifts his weight, lips curling into a smirk at your breathy admission, âYeah? Thatâs great, baby. Way to hold your own.â
And it was a good thing. Because if you hadnât, then he was, and that wouldnât have been a very pretty sight to see. So instead of marching into your apartment and tossing Louiseâs shit off the balcony, Tig sets his spare helmet on your head and buckles it under your chin, blue eyes meeting your own when he hooks a finger under the strap and gently tilts your head back.
âYou can stay at the clubhouse with us while she moves out,â Tig murmurs and searches your face, blue eyes catching yours again, âThe guys wonât mind having you around.â
You drag your teeth over your bottom lip, uncertain, but wanting, â I dunno. I donât want to impose.â
Tig scoffs and rolls his eyes, lips tugging up in a grin thatâs all teeth, âBaby, you wouldnât be imposing. Besides, weâre friends. And friends let friends help, right?â
You canât help but laugh, your eyes squinting at the corners as you give a reluctant nod. Tig had you there.
âYeah,â You murmur and wipe your face again, your laugh softening, âYeah, weâre friends.â
And thatâs how you ended up back at the clubhouse, your bag of clothes tucked away in Chibsâ room, and your ass parked on a stool at the bar. The clubhouse was a lot nicer without dozens of bikers and croweaters crowding the place, and you could feel yourself really start to relax. The glass of bourbon certainly helped, and so did the three men who lingered around you.
Jax and Tig stood on either side of you while Chibs manned the bar, the three of them listening as you recounted your reunion with Louise earlier that day. You sigh heavily when you finish and then sip from your glass, lips tugging up into a grimace.
âWell,â Chibs breaks the silence, âYeâll have a quiet apartment when ye go back home, lass. Thaâ sounds like a win to me.â
You huff a laugh and nod along. Chibs wasnât wrong about that, and it felt pretty freeing to admit. It would just be one more thing you would have to get used to.
Though you really should have known that being just friends with a bunch of rough, possessive bikers wasnât going to last very long. Not when you would be here, in the clubhouse with them for the next couple of days. Where they would have unrestricted access to your attention while you werenât at work.
Things started off innocently enough at first. A lingering hand here, a whispered word there. Youâd come home from your little office job, wearing a blouse that made your tits look perfect and a little pincle skirt that they wanted to see around your hips instead. Jax would pass you a glass, his fingers brushing yours and his free hand settling on your hip, gently leading you to sit on the couch with him.
Chibs would be there in front of you, sitting on the table, reaching down to tug off your heels and dig his fingers into the tense muscles of your ankle and calf. Tig would loom behind you, big hands working a stubborn knot out of your shoulders.
And you let them. You didnât say a word of protest as these dangerous men doted on you after a long day dealing with corporate assholes.
One would think that their behavior would change after you went back home to your apartment, but that wouldnât be the case at all. If anything, they got worse.
At first, as the weeks progressed, youâd get a text from one of them. Short and to the point while you were at the office.
<dinner tonight?>
Youâd stare at the message from Jax, debating whether you had the energy to deal with your friends after a long day, before messaging him back.
< Bring your own booze this time.>
Youâd arrive at your apartment building to the sight of at least two bikes in your extra parking spot each time, and if one wasnât present, then they surely would be before dinner was served. Things felt far more intimate inside your apartment, three pairs of sturdy boots, and three kuttes hung up by your door. Standing in your kitchen, watching the men bicker over the TV remote in the living room, everything feels a lot more than just friends.
But that was just wishful thinking on your part.
You busy yourself with turning the oven off and then carefully removing the pan from within. Jax takes his chance then, shuffling into the kitchen and sliding in behind you, big hands settling on your hips after you set the pan down on the counter. He snickers when you jump, meeting your scowl with a smirk of his own when you turn to glare up at him.
âEasy, baby,â He rumbles. He digs his fingers into the meat of your hips, his thumbs dragging along your lower back, âJust me.â
You huff at him, lips quirking up as you roll your eyes at his touchy behavior. You can smell the whiskey on his breath. They always got more handsy after a couple of drinks.
âWhat are you doing, Jax?â You question while you check the bottoms of the rolls, making sure that none of them are too burned. His hands flex, and you tense when his thumbs drag dangerously close to the top of your sweatpants, sliding just under the elastic. You feel your cheeks grow warm, and you almost drop the next roll you pick up.
âTakinâ care of you,â Jax rasps behind you, and his thumbs sweep lower this time, his nails dragging into the skin just above your ass, âYouâve had a long day, and then you come home and take care of our dumbasses.â
You lick your lips and shrug, pretending that you donât feel like youâre about to explode from his touch alone, âItâs just dinner. You know I like to cook.â
âStill,â Jax murmurs and gently tugs you into him, your back meeting his chest. He dips down, dragging his nose along the shell of your ear and up, breathing you in, âAinât gotta do all this for us, mama.â
You feel heat explode in your face and in your stomach. That was new, and you definitely liked it. A shiver wracks up your spine, and you tuck your bottom lip between your teeth, eyes going heavy with sudden arousal that youâre having trouble shoving down.
The three of them catch your reaction, and Jax grins behind you. He pulls you back again, pressing a kiss just behind your ear, âGo sit. Let us deal with the rest.â
âAye,â Chibs drawls, and he is suddenly there, reaching across the counter bar and curling his fingers along your jaw, gently lifting your head so you could face him. He smooths his thumb over your lower lip, pressing down just so with his nail.
âDinner is done, so sit a spell, ma. Let us take care of you.â
You find yourself sitting at the dining table with a plate of food in front of you and your brain feeling just a little fuzzy. The boys are acting like that hadnât just purred filth in your ear moments before. You blink and eat your dinner, watching them laugh and cut up like children until their plates have been cleared. Before you can take them like you usually would, Jax and Tig are already up, taking over your sink while Chibs slides into your space and tugs you back to the living room.
A bottle of wine and a slim-stemmed glass wait on the table, and Chibs lowers you to the couch before cracking open the bottle and pouring you a healthy glass of the red. You take it and sip, watching him over the rim as he turns the TV down and settles beside you on the couch.
The atmosphere feels different, charged. Still comfortable and easy, but there is a lingering feeling of more that lurks in the room.
âSweetheart,â Jax begins once the dishes have been done and everyone has found a seat in the living room. You feel yourself tense, not liking the tone of his voice. Jax sits in front of you, pushing the bottle of wine down the table, âWe need to talk.â
Your heart immediately lodges in your throat, and every worst-case scenario you can imagine runs through your mind. Your hands tighten around your glass, and you have to unstick your tongue from the roof of your mouth physically. Your voice is a soft croak.
â..OkayâŚâ
âAinât anything bad, Kitten,â Tig says from where he lounges in your armchair, socked feet kicked up on the coffee table, âSo donât freak out.â
You give a little wheezing laugh and nod, doing your level best not to do exactly what he said not to do and freak out.
âWe just wanna talk to you, propose something,â Jax continues and clasps his hands together, his thumbs rubbing over scarred knuckles. He watches you closely, blue eyes raking over your sweatpants and t-shirt, looking adorable and rumpled like usual.
âListen,â Chibs chimes in from beside you, and his hand finds your thigh, squeezing the flesh there, thumb digging into the meat, âWeâve done some soul searchinâ, love, and weâve all agreed that we want to be more than friends with you.â
You feel your mind go a bit blank at his words, each one bouncing around your skull like a ping pong ball. You blink and look between the three of them, brow furrowing.
âWhat?â
Tig huffs from his seat and leans forward, his elbows resting on his knees, âLook, Kitten. We wanna share you, in every way that your little brain can think of.â
He meets your eyes, his own dark with arousal and need, âDo you want that?â
âTig,â Jax bites out and sends the other man a glare, âWe said weâd give it to her slow, not toss her in the fuckinâ ocean.â
Tig shrugs, impatient and unrepentant, âShe can handle it.â
You could definitely not handle it. You feel like youâre in a daze, mind fuzzy and full of their words as you sit there and listen to Jax and Tig bicker. These men wanted you. They wanted you in the way that you wanted them.
Was it crazy? Absolutely. But you had learned a lot by being friends with these men, and one of those things was living life by the edge. They lived by their own rules and conduct, and didnât care about social norms.
Maybe you shouldnât either.
âLass?â
Chibsâ voice breaks through your spiraling thoughts, and you turn to give him your full attention. He smiles at you, a tiny thing that makes the scars on his cheeks stretch across his face, âAinât gotta decide anything right now.â
But despite his assurances, you did want to choose right now. You were tired of pretending that what you felt for these men didnât exist when it damn well did.
So, you throw caution to the wind and say fuck it.
Chibs grunts when their kitten suddenly snaps a hand out and grabs his kutte, tugging him forward and kissing him like it was going out of style. He immediately falls into the kiss, lips tugging up in a smug smirk when he hears twin groans of want coming from his brothers.
He cups your cheek with one hand, the other curling around your waist and tugging until you sit in his lap. He adjusts so that your knees sit on either side of his hips, effectively straddling him. His hand grips your hip, and a low groan escapes his throat when you grind down without thinking. Chibs tightens his grip, moving you how he wants and hissing through his teeth when he feels your heat through the layers you both wear.
âAh ah,â You hear Jax tut, and then there was a hand threading through your hair, his fingers tangled in the thick strands as he leads your head back. Jax stands, looming over you with a smirk, while Chibs leans in, his beard scraping along your throat, where he presses open-mouthed kisses along your flesh.
âShare, VP,â Jax rumbles and leans down, his lips brushing against your own, his eyes locked with yours, âThereâs enough of her to go around.â
Jax kisses you then, rough and needy, his tongue sliding into your mouth to explore you with a low groan of pleasure. Itâs sloppy and wet, but fucking perfect.
Not to be left out, Tig stands and shoves Jax out of the way, leaving you a panting mess with kiss-swollen lips and flushed cheeks before he closes the distance to claim your waiting mouth for himself.
Kissing Tig comes with a lot more teeth. His tongue is hot and heavy in your mouth, demanding all of your attention as it curls around your own slick muscle and sucks. The action makes you whine, eyes rolling with pleasure before itâs suddenly taken away again, only to be replaced with another set of lips that leave you desperate for oxygen.
âThaâs it, lass,â Chibs purrs in your ear. His accent curls around each word, and you feel slick start to bloom in your core, leaking down to soak into your panties.
âYe look divine, sat âere in my lap, our hands on you.â
Tig chuckles, the sound low and rough, and noses against the side of your head, eyes locked on the way Jax licks into your mouth like you were the best-tasting thing left on this planet. Your cheeks are flushed, eyes glassy with lust as you squirm on Chibsâ lap, surrounded by the three of them. He wants to see more, wants to see how well you could take all three of them. To see you worked open, pleasure painting your face until you couldnât remember anything but their names.
But not yet. Not when this thing between the three of you was so new.
Chibs is the one to put a stop to the mess of kisses and wandering hands. He shoves Jax and Tig away, giving you the chance to take a much-needed breath as you lean back and settle against his chest. He holds you close, his hands smoothing up and down your sides as you calm down.
Tig pouts but sits down beside you, leaning back on the cushions as you run a hand through your hair and take a couple of deep breaths. Jax watches you closely, blue eyes sharp.
âYou okay, babygirl?â
You nod. Your brain still feels a little fuzzy, but youâre pretty sure thatâs from lack of oxygen and not feeling stunned.
ââM okay,â you rasp and laugh softly, âMore than okay.â
âSee,â Tig crows and snags one of your hands, lifting it up to press his lips against your knuckles with a grin, âI knew she could take it.â
Jax rolls his eyes and sits back, though his eyes never leave your face, âNever said she couldnât, brother. Just didnât want to chance scaring you away.â
You huff a soft laugh and shake your head at them. Your other hand is snagged by Jax, and he tangles your fingers with his own, âI donât think you guys could ever scare me.â
Chibs hums behind you, his dark eyes soft as he leans in to kiss the back of your skull, lingering there to breathe you in, âWe donât ever want to scare you, sweet girl.â
Jax cuts in then, and any butterfly feelings you were having in that moment sober up at the look on his face. You swallow hard and meet his eyes, knowing that whatever he was about to say is important.
âYou know we arenât good men,â He begins, and you nod even though it wasnât a question. Jax licks his lips, looking appeased when you do so, âWe arenât nice men, sweetheart. This isnât a happy hold hands and go watch a movie relationship.â
You nod along then. Youâd understood that the night Louise had dragged you to the clubhouse.
âGood,â Jax intones softly, âBecause we donât want to scare you, baby, but sometimes we have to do scary things. You understand that?â
You swallow hard at that. You werenât ignorant about SAMCRO. Youâve lived in Charming your entire life after all. But you also knew that while they were dangerous, no one in the club ever went out of their way to hurt anyone in the town they lived in. That would be an insult to what they stood for.
âYeah,â You say and meet his eyes, steeling yourself at the intensity you see there, âI understand.â
Jax searches your face, the other two doing the same, looking for any kind of doubt you might have over your choice. He smirks when he finds none there and lifts the hand he holds to press a kiss to your knuckles, lingering there with a heavy look in his eyes.
âGlad we understand each other then, sweetheart,â Jax murmurs and then leans in, his lips pressing against your brow, âWeâll make sure you donât regret this.â
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Having three different boyfriends was a lot of work. Surprisingly, they were easier to deal with when they were all together. They balanced each other out, leaving you there to bask and enjoy their presence with ease. But there were days when youâd only see one of them at a time, and their greed knew no bounds.
After receiving a key to your apartment, there would be days when you would come home, and Jax would be lounging on your couch, white shoes by the door, and his shirt tossed in the recliner while he stretched out on the couch. Youâd smile and pet his blonde hair, gently tugging until he woke up.
âSorry,â Heâd say and give you that weary smile Jax wore when he felt the world closing in around him, âNeeded somewhere quiet.â
Youâd just smile and shrug, not bothered that he had used your apartment as a safe space, âGo back to sleep. Iâll make you some tea.â
Jax would grumble and drag you down to the couch instead, wrapping his arms around your waist and smooshing your face in his chest, his face buried in your hair as he breathed you in. Heâd roll the two of you, slotting his body over yours as he pressed greedy kisses to your cheeks and throat, his lips finally meeting your own when you whined at him to stop teasing.
Other times, it would be Chibs. He liked to swing by the office you worked at for your lunch, always bringing by your favorite but never the same thing too many days in a row. Your coworkers would coo and caw, whispering loudly about you dating an older man, andâŚwait.
Didnât they see you with someone else just the other day?
But you donât pay them any mind, too busy greeting Chibs and pressing a kiss to his scarred cheek when he offers you a to-go cup of your favorite tea.
âYer lucky I like ye, lass,â Heâd grumble, but you could hear the smile in his voice, âHard to drive a bike with a flimsy cup in hand.â
âYou donât have to keep bringing me lunch,â You point out one evening, and Chibs scoffs, giving you a glare.
âLike hell, lass,â He rasps and reaches out, thumbing away a crumb that had lingered on the corner of your mouth, âYeâd miss me too much.â
And then there was Tig.
Tig, who liked to call you in the morning, his voice slurring over the speaker as music blasts in the background and someone else starts yelling.
âHey, babycakes,â Tig would slur, and you would sigh, already getting out of bed and putting your house shoes on, âThink you could come save your poor boyfriend?â
Youâd show up at the bar, and Tig would drag you in for a sloppy kiss with too many teeth and tongue, leaving your lips swollen before promptly passing out in the passenger seat of your car. Youâd roll your eyes and drag him inside, setting a bottle of water and some painkillers on the table for him to take in the morning.
Tig would drag himself up and drape across your shoulders, pressing soft kisses to the back of your head, his voice rough with a hangover.
âAlways takinâ such good care of me, mama.â
It was something new with them almost every day. They would surprise you with something, whether it be good or bad. And if it were bad? Well, they knew how to go all out.
The first time their way of life had affected you, you had nearly ended everything that night. Youâd been fast asleep on the couch, having dozed off during a movie on the rare night that you were without one of your boys.
The loud pounding of your front door jerked you awake, making you tumble off the couch and to the floor. Before you could try and figure out what the hell was going on, youâd heard Jax through the door.
âBaby, come on,â Heâd snarled and smacked his hand on the door, âOpen up, baby, we need your help.â
Youâd scrambled to open the door, terrified and with your heart in your throat. Jax and Chibs came stumbling in, Tig limp between the two of them. Blood soaked their clothes, and you could feel your hands start to shake when they carefully laid him out on your couch.
âTowels,â Jax barked, and you jumped when he snapped his fingers at you. Chibs had already dropped and was tugging Tigâs jeans.
âSweetheart,â Jax snarled, âTowels. Now.â
Your feet were moving before you could consciously think to move. You drag out every towel in your hallway closet and shove them at Jax and Chibs. Your stomach turns at the smell of iron, and you canât look at how red everything was.
âSnap out of it, baby,â Jax barked, and you jerked your head up to face him. His brow was furrowed, his face pale and strained. âWe need you with us.â
âBowl of water, love,â Chibs grunted then and jerked his chin in the direction of the kitchen, âOn to it, lass.â
Youâd toiled at the edges after that, fetching whatever they needed to stabilize Tig until their doctor could make it to your apartment. You stand beside Tig when they are done, carefully avoiding looking too close at the blood-soaked towel wrapped around his upper thigh.
âHey.â
You blink, glancing down at Tig when his raspy voice meets your ears. He lifts a hand and cups your cheek, wincing when it makes his leg twitch, âDonât cry, baby. Iâll be right as rain.â
You sniff and wipe at your face. You hadnât even realized that youâd started to cry until he pointed it out. He grins up at you, but the sight of blood in his teeth and his pain-filled eyes does little to make you feel better.
âWhat happened?â You ask and look away from Tig to the other two, eyes raking down their bodies, searching for wounds or blood that isnât from Tig.
âNot for you to worry about, Kitten,â Jax had immediately said and fished out a cigarette, lighting up as he began to pace the living room. Chibs settled by Tig, keeping the towel tight around the other manâs thigh as he watched Jax smoke like a chimney.
âWhat?â You demanded and narrowed your eyes. Your voice went sharp, and your jaw set stubbornly, âTigâs bleeding out on my couch and youâre going to tell me not to worry about it?â
You flinch at the look that Jax sends you, but you donât apologize or take anything back. You couldnât not over this.
âYeah,â Jax drawls and stops in front of you, looming, âI expect you to be a good girl and not ask any fucking questions.â
You swallow hard at his harsh tone and frown. Your hands clench at your sides, and you feel an unfamiliar well of anger begin to burn in your chest.
âYou donât get to say that when something like this-,â you gesture at Tig and your ruined couch, âIs going on. I wonât be kept in the dark.â
Jax glares at you, taking a step forward, making you tilt your head back to stare up at him as he chain smokes like a train, âWatch your tone, girl.â
Before either of you could start arguing, your front door burst open, and you were forced to move when a dark-haired woman with a medical bag strode in and began to ask questions. You grit your teeth and fall to the wayside, watching as Chibs explains that Tig had been shot in the thigh and that your apartment was closer than the clubhouse.
Jax snags your arm, and you find yourself dragged into the kitchen, away from the gruesome sight of one of your boyfriends getting a bullet dug out of the meat of his leg. Jax presses you against the fridge, making sure that he has your full attention.
âListen to me, baby,â he rumbles and grabs your jaw, fingers digging in just enough to make your nose crinkle in discomfort, âYou donât know shit because not knowing keeps your ass safe.â
You glare up at him, lips pursed in frustration, âThatâs not fair. I donât want to be kept in the dark, Jax.â
The blonde sighs heavily and scrubs a hand through his hair, fingers gripping for half a second before he lets his hand fall back to his side, âWe canât do that. It ainât safe for you.â
You feel true anger swell up in your chest. You wouldnât do this thing with them half-assed. You would be in all the way or not at all. Even the thought of something happening to one of them and being uninformed about it makes your stomach hurt.
âI donât want secrets between us,â You say tightly, your voice is loud enough that the ones in the living room could hear you, âYouâll be open with me about everything, or I donât want to be a part of this.â
You force yourself to meet his startled expression. It was obvious that Jax hadnât expected you to go that far right off the bat, but you are firm in your choice. You cross your arms tightly, eyes swelling with tears that you sniff back.
âI canât handle secrets, Jax.â
The silence that settles over the room is only interrupted by the pained wheezing from Tig while their doc stitches his thigh back up. Jax stares at you, his jaw set, before he shoots a look at Chibs, whoâd been listening in the entire time. They share a silent conversation before Tig groans dramatically and tosses a hand over his eyes.
âJusâ fuckinâ tell âer,â He slurs, voice rough from blood loss and the shit show that had happened that night, âAinât losinâ my fuckinâ kitten over somethinâ stupid.â
You and Jax stare each other down for a full minute after Tigâs outburst, neither of you willing to back down until Chibs sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose, âJust tell âer, Jackie Boy. This wonât be the first time somethinâ like this will happen.â
You shoot a thankful look at Chibs and then focus back on Jax, who looks like he is seconds away from blowing his top at having his men turn on him. He chews his lips and then closes his eyes, nostrils flaring before he opens his eyes and meets your own.
âI sent Tig and Juice for a little recon into Niner territory. Theyâve been moving product through our parts, and I wanted to know what it was. They got caught, and Tig got shot in the thigh before they could get out.â
You donât necessarily feel better knowing what happened, but you do feel better, more settled, now that there wasnât anything being kept from you. You lick your lips and peek at Tig, who catches your eye and winks at you like he wasnât bleeding out on your couch.
âSo what are you gonna do about it?â You find yourself asking. There is an odd detachment to your voice. You understand that you are asking a dangerous question, but seeing one of your lovers hurt as this pisses you off now that youâve gotten over the fear.
âRetaliation,â Chibs drawls from where he leans in the doorway of the kitchen now. He smokes his own cigarette, the cherry burning bright red as he takes a pull, âAinât lettinâ them get away with somethinâ like this.â
You nod slowly and prop yourself up on the counter. Your eyes slide back over to Tig, and your stomach rolls at the sight of the red towels that have been tossed around him. He is pale, gaunt-looking, and you hate that there isnât really a way you can help him right now.
Jax, even if it was like pulling teeth with him, kept you more in the loop after that. SAMCRO had their retaliation a week later, and a party was thrown in honor of stealing the rival gangsâ product. The clubhouse blasted with loud music, and you were swiftly reminded of your first night here. It didnât feel like nearly half a year had already passed by then.
You take up the role of Tig Watcher, which wasnât a very hard job when the man didnât feel like leaving your side. The two of you took up one of the couches in the common room, your feet tucked under your body, while you sipped from a glass of whiskey, and Tig used your lap as a pillow. Your free hand had made a home in his curly hair, absentmindedly petting him while you listened in on Jaxâs conversation with Chibs and Happy.
Only for a frown to grace your lips when an unfamiliar woman decided to step into their space. Your eyes narrow at the sight, watching the other woman lean into Chibs. Tig follows your line of sight and laughs, blue eyes squinting in amusement.
âUh oh,â He drawled and pinched your thigh with a snarky grin, âSomeone is jealous.â
âSheâs new,â You comment instead of admitting that you are indeed jealous, âEveryone knows that weâre together.â
âNot her,â Tig murmurs and shifts with a wince, rolling so that he faces the crowds of drinking bikers and hangers-on, âYou gonna do something about that?â
You tap a manicured nail against the glass you hold, jaw setting in growing annoyance. The longer she hangs off your boyfriend, the tighter your chest begins to feel. Finally, you huff and tap Tig on the shoulder, gesturing for him to rise, â...yes.â
It didnât happen often, but the boys werenât shy in giving or receiving affection from you. Every now and then, you had to get possessive. Because your boys are flirts, and would stand there and just let another woman hang off of them if you didnât step in. You still arenât sure if they do that on purpose or not.
Tig giggles like the schoolgirl he is and flops back down on the couch, stretching like a house cat as he watches you lope across the floor, âGo get âem, Tiger!â
You ignore Tig and slide into Chibsâ space, leaning into his arm as you steal his beer and take a sip, grabbing his attention as you did so, âTiggy needed you, love.â
Chibs glances down at you, brow cocking up as he looks from you to Tig, who is still grinning like a cat who got the cream. He then cut his eyes at the woman whom he just now really noticed, and a smirk curled his lips when he understood what was happening.
âAye, does he now, love?â Chibs drawls and gives you his full attention, his back to the woman standing half a step too close. âHe looks fine ta me.â
You roll your eyes at him, though your little act is already starting to break when your lips twitch with amusement. Jax steps in seconds later, a big hand setting firm on your lower back. You see the newbie huff and puff like an ornery hen and have to bite back a smirk. Thankfully, Happy is an actual saint and snags her attention, grumbling as he guides the poor woman away.
âWhat's going on here?â Jax drawls curiously, blonde brow cocked as he looks between you and Chibs.
âI think our wee lass is jealous,â the Scot murmurs, accent full of humor as he smirks over your head at Jax.
âOh?â The president says, and his hand slips from your lower back to your hip, where he gently shoves you into his brother's chest. You grunt, but Chibs just grins and sets his beer away so that he can grip your waist with both hands and loom over you. âThat right, baby?â
You pout at both of them, but then break immediately, cheeks going pink as you laugh, unrepentant.
âMaybe just a little,â you say and tug at the zipper of Chibsâ kutte, fixing the leather over his shoulders, âCan't have anyone thinking that they've got some kinda chance.â
They both snicker at you before Chibs shifts and catches your chin in a scarred hand, tilting your face up so that he can kiss you gently, âWeâre yers, ye possessive beastie.â
You sigh into the kiss and drag him into another right after he stops calling you names, licking into his mouth while Jax crowds in from behind with a low sound of pleasured interest. His hands slide down your back to cup your ass through your jeans, and you feel the blonde grin against your hair when he squeezes his hands, massaging the thick globes of your cheeks.
âOi,â Tig grouches from his spot on the couch when he sees the three of you tangled up in the corner, âInjured one over here. I demand attention.â
You laugh as you break your kiss with Chibs, and you hear the other two scoff, their hands staying right where they were.
âYouâve had her all night, Tig,â Jax called back, and then bends, his lips finding the smooth arch of your neck. Your eyes flutter with pleasure, and Chibs hums, one hand inching up the front of your shirt to splay his hand over your soft stomach. He slides it up. Fingers ghosting just under the curve of your breast, nails picking at your bra.
âAye,â Chibs drawls and snags your lips in a quick kiss again, âLearn ta share, brother.â
-----
Your favorite days, however, are the ones where the four of you can justâŚbe.
Itâs the weekend, and the boys have taken over your apartment like usual. The atmosphere is heavy in a lax, slow way. It was hot outside, and none of you felt like venturing out just to be soaked with sweat within the first couple of minutes. Tig and Chibs shared the couch, both nursing beers and watching some fake crime show that you listened to them commentate on with half an ear.
You sat with Jax in the recliner, dressed in a pair of lounge shorts and one of their shirts that had SAMCRO stamped across the back of it like a brand. His arm was wrapped around your waist, your face tucked under his chin while he scrolled his phone with his free hand, eyes heavy-lidded as he watched you and his brothers. It wasnât often that they were able to indulge like this, and Jax wanted to make sure that it stayed that way for as long as possible.
He feels you shift in his lap and immediately makes room for whatever you were doing, watching you with soft blue eyes. Jax knew that his relationship with you was the exact opposite of traditional, but the four of you made it work, and that was all he cared about.
âTired, baby?â He asks, voice low so as not to bother the others. He watches you shake your head and shift again, your legs sliding to bracket his hips as you face him. The blonde is interested very quickly, his hands landing on your hips and squeezing. He gently tugs you forward and then kisses you, the embrace soft and sweet, but not short of passion.
One hand smooths up your back, fingers tangling in your hair as he angles you to deepen the kiss, his tongue dipping past your lips to stroke your own, slick muscles twining together in a wet dance of spit. You shift, sitting up on your knees so that you can bury your hands in Jaxâs hair, fingers tight in the blonde strands.
His other hand cups between your thighs, and he groans at the heat he finds waiting for him there. Jaxâs lips curl into a grin when he presses further, fingers sliding under your baggy shorts to stroke over slick-soaked panties. You huff into the kiss, brow furrowing as you sigh at the exploratory touch.
âOh,â Tig rumbles from the couch, âChibs, look. A show just for us.â
They watch your face contort in pleasure, teeth digging into your lower lip when you break the kiss to groan. Jaxâs fingers had wiggled past the barrier of your underwear, stroking folds sticky with arousal. He circles your entrance, a rough laugh escaping his throat when his teasing makes you leak all over his hand.
âFuckinâ soaked already,â He rumbles and smirks at the other two, extracting his hand so that they can see shiny, slick stringing between his fingers. Jax brings his fingers to his lips and sucks them in his mouth, tongue swirling to clean them off as he meets your eyes.
âTaste better every time, doll.â
You make a rough sound when Jax suddenly moves. His forearms slide under your thighs, and he stands, lifting you with him as he turns and lopes to your bedroom. He kicks the door open, and you grunt when he tosses you on the bed. Tig and Chibs have already appeared, their eyes dark with growing arousal as you stare up at the three of them.
âBeen a couple of weeks since we all three had you, kitten,â Tig murmurs and slinks forward, one hand sliding into your hair and gripping tight, âYou want that again?â
A low whine escapes your throat at the harsh treatment, but you wouldnât want it any other way. He tugs your head back, angling your chin up to look at him while he smirks down at you, âStuff all those pretty holes you have.â
A ragged breath left one of the others, and when you look past Tig, Chibs looks near feral, his eyes blown with lust and memories of the last time they had you like that. He lopes forward, His thumb sweeping over your bottom lip when Tig tugs your hair to angle you at the other man.
âLooked like a god damn temptation,â Chibs rasps, âYou leaked us for days, lass.â
âAnd she will again,â Jax says as he appears on the other side. You feel like a rabbit surrounded by a pack of vicious wolves, all ready and salivating for just one bite.
âAinât that right, mama?â
Sex with all three of them is always a filthy, filthy series of events. Hands everywhere, your focus on who is who absolutely destroyed, and so much fucking pleasure that it teases on the edge of pain. You lie over Jax, brow sweaty and hands clenched in the sheets as he grinds up into you, cock thick and dragging over sensitive nerves that make stars flash behind your eyelids. A mix of drool and precum drips from your lips, cheeks hallowed and lips stretched taut around the cock in your mouth.
âThaâs it, lass,â Chibs rumbles and hisses when you swallow around him. His hand tightens in your hair, holding you still as he shoves forward, cock bruising the back of your throat. You gag, tears welling and streaming down your cheeks to mix with the mess thatâs already there.
Behind you, Tigâs eyes are locked on the way your ass takes his lube-slicked fingers as he works you open. He drops forward, pressing wet kisses to your spine, grinning when you whine and arch under him. His fingers scissor and circle, dragging over velvety walls as he preps you.
âGotta open you up good, ma,â Tig purrs filth in your ears, lips dragging over your flesh with every word, âYou know how big I am.â
You make a muffled whine, eyes rolling when Jax suddenly snaps his hips up and forces Tigâs fingers to slide deeper inside of you. You clench, shuddering and quaking between the three of them as they use you for their own pleasure.
Tig eventually eases off and then shifts, taking his cock in hand and dragging it over your lube-soaked hole with a grin. The sounds in the room are like music to his ears, and Tig relishes the muffled moan you make when he nudges forward and slides the tip inside.
âFuck,â Jax hisses, and his head falls back, brow furrowed as the added pressure makes your cunt squelch and tighten around his dick, âFeels like fucking heaven, baby.â
Chibs locks onto the way Tig begins to work his way inside, his mouth watering when he watches your body stretch to accommodate the biggest of the three of them.
âThaâ feel good, sweet girl?â He purrs above you and slows his snapping pace into slow rolls of his hips, choking you with his prick, âArse stretched around Tiggyâs cock?â
You garble around his cock, drool falling in great globs from your chin, hitting Jax in the chest where he lies under you. He laughs and scoops the mess up in his fingers before pressing it back up and smearing it around your lips, swollen and tight around Chibs.
âDonât waste, baby,â He coos meanly, âYou know better than that, Ma.â
You are gone, fucked dumb, and raw between the three of them. Your thoughts circle around nothing but the feel of them, each moving, using you. It was degrading and demeaning, but it was the best fucking feeling in the world to be stuck between the three of them.
âGettinâ close, love,â Chibs warned you, voice tight as that edge grew closer and closer. His hips stuttered when your throat worked him, and he cut his eyes down at Jax, âWhere do ye want it, Prez?â
Jax grunts, face red and glistening with sweat, hips a steady rhythm as he fucks you, cunt sucking him in over and over. He laughs when the question registers, lips curling into a smirk.
âPaint that pretty face, Chibs,â he rasps and hisses when his words cause your pussy to leak even more, gummy walls dragging him closer to the edge, âWe can help clean her up afterwards.â
âFuck,â Tig snarls, and your entire body jars with his next thrusts, balls smacking the thick fat of your ass, âNot fucking fair. You know I love cleaning her up.â
Jax snickers, a ragged sound cutting through the laughter when your nails dig into the muscles of his arms. He smirks up at you, meeting watery eyes that didnât hold a fucking thought.
âFucking animal,â Chibs growls above you and grits his teeth. He tightens his grip on your hair, holding you firm while his free hand fists his cock tightly, brow furrowing as he curses and slides free of your mouth.
Hot spurts of cum splash you in the face, landing across your forehead and over the bridge of your nose. More hits your cheek and then your lips, sliding down to pool in your mouth. You swallow the load and then lick your lips, eyes clenched shut as you search for more. Chibs laughs and scoops up his spend, feeding it to you bit by bit, watching as your pretty tongue licks it up like itâs the best tasting thing in the world.
âChibs,â Tig whines from behind, and the Scot takes pity on the other man, fingers dragging through the mess of cum and drool before pressing the sticky mess against his lips. Tig groans and laps it up, cock twitching where itâs buried in your ass.
The sight makes Jax swear, hands clenching around your hips as that tension snaps and he comes with a low snarl of your name on his lips. You whine at the feel of his cum filling your cunt, walls quivering and cunt pulsing as you clench and cream around his dick, body shuddering as you come for the umpteenth time that evening. You breathe heavy, eyes still clenched shut, and mouth full of cum. You sag down, brow pressing against Jaxâs chest while Tig whines and ruts into you from behind.
Tig grunts around Chibsâ fingers as he comes, drool sliding past his lips to splatter across your back, his hips stuttering as he empties himself inside of you. Chibs wipes his hand on the sheets, and the hand in your hair softens, petting you instead of restraining.
âYou okay, love?â He rumbles and cups your cheek, rubbing his thumb just under your eye.
â...Canât see,â You rasp, voice wrecked from taking his cock, âPlease clean me.â
Jax laughs softly and shoves at Tig with his food, âCome on, man. Youâre crushing us.â
Tig groans and reluctantly extracts himself, whining again when he pulls out. His hand grasps your cheek and spreads you open, and Tig watches his spend leak sluggishly from your puckered hole. Below that, the mess from Jax stubbornly clings to puffy folds, and Tig grins as he swipes his fingers through both, gathering the sticky mess on his fingers before he shoves it in your mouth.
You hum and curl your tongue around his fingers, cleaning his digits without a thought, body still loose and pliant between the three of them. Tig backs off after that, sliding off the bed to escape to the bathroom and gather a couple of damp rags.
Chibs helps you rise from Jax, big hands steady on your body when Tig comes back to clean you up. You hiss against Jaxâs chest when the lukewarm water meets your cunt, body recouping after the thrashing the boys left you with.
âYou did so good for us, baby,â Jax coos in your ear and cups your cheek, leaning up to press his lips to your brow, lingering there for a long moment, âAre you okay?â
You nod after a moment, eyes heavy with exhaustion. You know that youâll be sore to the point of immobilization after all the aches and pains settle in. You twitch and roll off of Jax now that you are clean, groaning when you curl up on your side, and it makes pain twitch up your spine from your backside.
âI thought we agreed that Tigâs too big?â You rasp and send them all looks of betrayal. Only Chibs has the decency to look even the slightest bit apologetic; Tig just grins, smug, while Jax shrugs one shoulder, trailing the tips of his fingers along your back.
âI wanted it,â Tig rumbles and crawls up the bed. He settles in behind you, tossing an arm around your waist as he nuzzles into the crook of your neck, âWanted that tight little ass around my cock. Donât tell me it was too much for you, sweetheart.â
Jax scoots up the bed and rests against the headboard, taking the offered cigarette when Chibs taps one out where he has taken up space at the end of the bed. Jax sits back, one arm behind his head, toned body on display, and takes a long drag, the cherry glowing bright.
âNo,â You grumble and roll so that you can bury your face in Tigâs chest. Chibs wraps a hand around your ankle, thumb rubbing soothing circles into your flesh, âSome warning next time would be nice, though.â
Tig just huffs and kisses the top of your head, rolling his eyes as the other two snicker at your pouty behavior.
âYou love us,â Jax teases from her perch and nudges you with a foot, lips twisted up in a smirk, âAdmit it, baby.â
You sigh heavily and roll back to your back, eyes meandering from Jax to Chibs to Tig before you huff and smile, eyes soft with affection.
âYeah,â you murmur, and smile when Tig buries closer, âYeah, I do love you guys.â
End
Part of the Christmas 2025 choose your own. As always 18+
âNeed something kitten?â he cooed as he undid his jeans and slid the head of his cock through your already wet folds. "That why you been texting me all those naughty pictures during the party?"
âYou, pleaseâ you begged as you tried to look back at him but was unable because of the belt he had placed around your neck tying you to the headboard.
Chibs hummed as he pushed himself all the way into you with a force that had you calling out his name. Giving you no time to adjust he grabbed ahold of your restrained arms pulling them back and putting pressure on your throat as he fucked you. You could only take it as Chibs used your body. Whimpers and wines flowing from your open mouth as your eyes rolled back and toes curled at the pleasure flowing through your body.
âGood girl, taking it for me so wellâ grunted Chibs as he fucked you as his cock started to twitch before your body started to milk his release from him making him groan.
âChibs!Its your turn to pick a giftâ called Tig from the club doorway making Chibs frown and sigh as he pulled from you.
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It started with the ring.
Not the flash-and-fire kind you saw in jewelry store windows, not the kind Tig or Jax would probably pick out â gaudy and loud, more sparkle than sentiment.
This one was different.
A vintage gold band with a small, deep-blue sapphire set low in the metal, the edges worn smooth by decades of love before it ever found its way into Chibsâ calloused hands. The kind of ring you didnât buy to impress anyone. The kind of ring you bought because it reminded you of her.
He kept it in the breast pocket of his kutte, tucked in a worn velvet box.
And tonight⌠tonight was supposed to be the night.
Heâd imagined it a hundred times â not the place, not the theatrics, but the moment itself. Her hair falling into her face as she laughed at something stupid he said, her knee brushing his under the table. Heâd slip the box out, clear his throat, and ask her. Quiet. Simple. Just them.
That was the plan â until Tig opened his big mouth.
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They were in the clubhouse garage that afternoon, oil in the air, sunlight cutting through the dust in sharp beams. Tig spotted the little square outline in Chibsâ pocket when he reached for a wrench.
âWhatcha got there, brother?â Tigâs voice carried that lazy, dangerous amusement that always made Chibs wary.
Chibs didnât look up from the bike engine he was working on. âNone oâ yer business.â
Tig smirked. âOh, itâs my business if youâre about to go all Hallmark Channel on us. Youâre gonna propose, arenât you?â
Chibs just grunted. That was enough of an answer.
Tig grinned wider. âSo, whatâs the plan? Paris? Violin quartet? Champagne in some fancy-ass tower?â
Chibs shook his head, smirking despite himself. âNah. Just somethinâ quiet. Me anâ her. Nothinâ fancy.â
Tigâs smile faltered, and he tilted his head. âSheâs intelligent and classy, brother. You sure you wanna half-ass it?â
It was said in jest â but it landed like a sucker punch.
---
By the time the sun dipped behind the horizon, the words had burrowed deep.
Half-ass it.
He found himself imagining other men â the ones who got down on one knee in candlelit restaurants, who flew their girls to some foreign city just to pop the question on a rooftop. Men who could give champagne and violins and luxury.
What was he giving her?
Takeout boxes on his coffee table. Cheap whiskey. A worn leather couch in a cluttered living room.
A man twice her age, scarred and dangerous, with blood on his hands and ghosts in his past.
He almost shoved the ring back in his drawer and locked it away.
Almost.
---
She arrived just after seven, hair in a messy bun, wearing one of his hoodies over her leggings. No makeup, no jewelry â just her. And Christ, she was beautiful.
He made them plates of lo mein, poured them both whiskey. Tried to act normal. But she noticed the way he kept shifting in his seat, fingers drumming against his glass.
âYouâre quiet tonight,â she said, studying him with that warm, steady gaze that always made him feel like she could see straight through him. âEverything okay?â
He opened his mouth, closed it again. Tigâs voice whispered in the back of his mind. Half-ass it.
And then⌠he just moved. No big speech, no perfect lead-in. One minute he was sitting, the next he was on one knee beside her, his kutte creaking as he pulled the little velvet box from his pocket.
Her breath caught, eyes wide.
âIâve been thinkinâ âbout this fer a long while, lass,â he said, his voice low and rough, every word scraped raw from his chest. âI dinnae have anythinâ flashy. No fireworks. No grand bloody gestures. Just thisââ he opened the box, the sapphire catching the light ââanâ my heart. Which has been yours since the day I met ye. Will ye marry me?â
For a beat, there was nothing but the faint hum of the fridge and the pounding of his own heartbeat in his ears.
Then she laughed â a small, wet sound as tears gathered in her eyes. âOf course I will, Filip.â
Relief crashed over him so hard he almost had to sit down. She held out her hand, and he slid the ring onto her finger, the gold warm from being pressed against his chest all day.
She cupped his jaw, thumb brushing the edge of one of his scars. âThis is perfect,â she whispered. âI wouldâve hated a big scene.â
---
Later, when they were tangled together on the couch, her head on his chest and her fingers tracing idle patterns over his stomach, he thought back to Tigâs words.
Half-ass it.
No. He hadnât half-assed a damn thing.
Heâd done it his way.
And it was enough.
thinking about chibs telford refer to himself as old man during sex.. 18+
fem!reader, mdni. cw. implied age gap. 'old man' in the dirty, dilfy way, not club way
the position heâs got you in is simple, quite comfortable really: laid flat on your stomach, side of your face resting on tightly crossed arms. a scrunched pillow sits under your stomach, acting as a prop of elevation for chibs.
he cages over you from behind, arms bent beside yours, lips ghosting the shell of your ear from the closeness. his slow and laboured rhythmic breathing matches the pace of his leisure fucking â the focus on depth and feel rather than the speed. every small, half wind of his hips produces the faintest of exhales from you both, your blissed sounds merging and muffling.Â
every slight bump of his cock into your cunt moves you, the pair of you fluid in motion, moving like tiny waves against the bed. your ankles cross and lift as your knees bend, another point of elevation tightening your pussyâs hold on chibs.
âaye, wee lassie,â he murmurs at the new feel, muttering into the patch of skin behind your ear. ânot gonâ last,â he adds between a couple pumps, pressing a needy littler of kisses to where he just spoke â beard skimming the sensitive spots along the back of your bare shoulder.
his pace quickens ever so slightly, barely noticeable really. but itâs as if heâs chasing the edge. his chest brushes up against your back with the subtle increase of speed, strands of his greying hair falling from the pushed back position and mixing with yours below.
âyou gonâ come with your old man?â he asks, the question practically rhetorical â no need for a vocal answer. voice low and accent thick as he whispers directly into your ear. âaye?â he hums, waiting for acknowledgement and nipping at the lobe of your ear.
you muster a nod, the motion rather haste. a measly whine accompanies the action and your eyes flutter closed. with his hands planted just in your view, his fingers only a short couple inches away â you reach for his hand. and when he feels your touch, heâs lifting a palm to place atop the back of your hand, fingers lacing into yours.Â
you clench around him intermittently, your breathing hitching and growing all the more strained with every rock of his cock.Â
âyer right there, arenât yer, lovie?â he muffles into your hair, his forehead resting on the side of your head â strength in his neck seeming to be lost.
âyeah,â you murmur, the whinge following the word is rather pathetic.
his grip tightens on your hand, knuckles whitening atop of yours. âthen let go.â
⯠â âŻ
id actually give my last ÂŁ7.42 to spend a night with this man. pls man youâre my fav scot PLS. fully prepared for no one to read this bc have never spoken about him on my page before
day four â mistletoe
ââşââ . â summary; Tig helps decorate for the holidays, though he has different intentions for his 'helping' hand (Tig Trager x fem!reader)
ââşââ . â warnings; established relationship, they decorate for the holidays, tig being tig, itâs mostly just fluff with some innuendos, a brief mention of sex, he admires her bending over into a decorations box, but thatâs it? (1,200 words)
ââşââ . â a/n; you cannot tell me he wouldnât. imo tig is a big mistletoe enjoyer
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Tig had stopped by the house around mid day, catching you mid decorating for the holidays, boxes of decorations scattered around everywhere.
âhey dollâ
he greeted, leaning against the living rooms doorway with a smirk on his face, clearly admiring you every time you leaned into one of the particularly deeper boxes.
âyouâre home earlyâ
you commented as you stood upright again, a ball of lights tangled in your hands, once you turned to him.
his eyes flicked between the tangled lights and your face, amusement drawn across his face.
âgot some time, thought we could..â
he trailed off, and the innuendo was loud enough that he didnât even need to finish his words. you knew what he was thinking.
of course thatâs what he was thinking of.
normally, you would have said yes, given Tig got you off before himself, but tonight you were in full Christmas mode.
âhelp me decorate and iâll think about itâ
an overexaggerated sigh came from Tig, followed by his best attempt at puppy dog eyes and a pout.
you laughed, shaking your head before handing him the ball of lights, a silent ask for him to untangle them for you.
Tig sighed again, looking down to the ball of lights in his hands and attempting to untangle the ball before him.
âuntangle them please, theyâre for the treeâ
at your words, Tigâs eyes shot up to meet yours and a look of mock offence crossed his face.
âyou were going to decorate the tree without me?!â
dramatic, of course.
but you did expect him to be gone all day, and heâd told you to decorate earlier before he left.
so you took that as an âa-okayâ to decorate, hauling out all the decorations boxes to start the festivities. but you shouldâve known, Tig always changes his mind with these sorts of things.
âyou said i could decorate before you leftâ
his head tilted while you rested your hands on your hips, giving him a pointed look.
âyeah but the tree?! come on, babyâ
Tig mirrored your look and pose, lights momentarily set aside, making you unable to hide a smile or any frustration at him.
definitely typical Tig.
âlet me helpâ
he prompted as you turned back to the boxes, leaning in to fish out the tree topper before earning a low whistle from Tig, eyes no doubt falling lower than they should have.
âlights Tig, i need those lightsâ
you said from halfway in the box, finally pulling out the tree topper and setting it aside. Tig had resumed with the lights, fiddling and cursing at the tightly wound ball after disappearing into the kitchen.
if anyone could untangle Christmas tree lights, it was definitely Tig, even if his mind had currently wandered off from the task at hand.
while he fiddled with the lights, you moved on to the next box of decorations. the miscellaneous items that were put up around the house, like couch cushions or the blankets you had on the couch.
âbaby theyâre stuck!â
Tig shouted, annoyance lacing his tone, before it was followed up by the lights hitting the nearest counter.
you let out a sigh before moving towards him, hands poised on your hips and a look on your face. but Tig only offered an apologetic smile in return, moving towards you and wrapping his arms around your waist.
he pulled you against him, even as you protested and tried to pull away.
âguess weâll just need to find something else to doâ
his innuendo was back in full force, followed by a suggestive wag of his eyebrows that made you roll your eyes.
âat least help with some other decorations first?â
Tig huffed like a petulant child being told no to candy, before he was moving back towards the living room to the boxes of decorations.
instead of following him back into the living room, you stayed in the kitchen and tried your hand at untangling the lights.
lifting the ball, you pulled and pried at the lights, searching for any give they mightâve had.
even with Tigâs attempts at them, it was clear they werenât going to miraculously become untangled.Â
âhey babe? i think we need to buy new lights, they just wonâtââ
you cut yourself off as you walked back into the living room, stopping in your tracks at Tigâs all too smug and suggestive smirk.
âwhat?â
he only wagged his eyebrows in response, making your confusion grow.
Tig took a step towards you, taking the lights from your hands and tossing them down onto the kiss, before both of his hands cradled your face.
his lips pressed to yours in a deep kiss, catching you by surprise. you quickly melted into the embrace, humming as Tig nipped at your bottom lip before soothing it with his tongue.
âwhat was that for?â
you asked against his lips once he had pulled back, confusion still swirling around in your head.
but Tig was leaning back in for another kiss, smirk firmly planted on his face and his hands keeping you from squirming away from him.
when he finally pulled away, letting you take in some air, he pointed above you.
mistletoe.
mistletoe was pinned to the doorway, just out of view that you wouldnât have seen it if it wasnât pointed out. slick bastard.
âreally?â
his smirk widened, his eyes glinting with mischief and his thumbs stroking across your cheeks.
âreally, best decorationâ
you couldnât be mad at him, not really. you did ask him to help decorate, you just didnât think you had mistletoe.
so this, Tig being Tig, wasnât a worry when you set him off on his task.
âdidnât know we had any mistletoe, babyâ
he hummed, stroking his thumbs across your cheeks again, admiring you for a long minute before he spoke.
âbottom of the box, under your many blanketsâ
still, you had no recollection of ever buying or receiving mistletoe.
even as you tried thinking back on the previous holidays youâd spent with Tig, mistletoe was never there. not even a tiny bit of it.
âwhen did we get mistletoe, TIg?â
you asked, using that tone he couldnât lie to, hoping to get the truth out of him.
âlast year? when we bought those new decorationsâ
the memory was still fuzzy, but you could vaguely remember Tig slipping away while you looked at various decorations and blankets.
heâd only returned when youâd found your new âkeepsakeâ ornament for the year, though he didnât have a bag or anything with him.
it still left you puzzled.
âyouâve had that hidden for a year?!â
Tig laughed, offering a small nod before amusement flickered across his face again.
âand as iâve waited patiently for a year, i do believe i deserve another kissâ
you were about to protest him on it, though he was already leaning in to kiss you again, more heated than his previous kisses.
this was your Tig all right, keeping mistletoe hidden away for a year for a kiss he couldâve gotten anyways if he asked. but you werenât one to complain once his lips were on yours, especially not if it was during a silly holiday custom.
âI like you. The sex is great. And when youâre not tearing apart every single moment weâre together, youâre actually a lot of fun. But noâŚIâm not gonna make up your mind for you.â
Chibs Telford and Althea in Sons of Anarchy (7x10)
"Okay, lass. Now you tell me who that was and why you were flirting with him."
You stop and turn at Chibs - shocked. "Flirting with him!? Is that who I am!? I am the old lady, Chibs! I'm YOURS!"
"Lass..."
"No!" exclaims you. "We're done!"
You turn and slowly walks, but stop. Chibs looks at you.
"Oh, by the way, it was my brother, Chibs. Fuck you, asshole!"

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âlass go home and take a nap, after that please put on that black lingerie set i bought for you. when iâm home you can do whatever you want with me.â





