SAMCRO SAINT

Hey, Dolls! I know it has been a very long time since I have posted, and I am so sorry about that. I just got so lost and confused and it became very difficult to do a lot of things, including writing. I felt that anything I wrote wasn’t good enough for you all. But I am back! I know this one is a little bit rough, but I hope you can still enjoy it! To everyone waiting on requests, I am sorry but they are coming! I love you all so much and thank you for the support! 

All my Love, 

Saint xxx

P.S - As always a massive thank you to the extraordinarily adorable @thirstygirlclub (Love ya boo x) for proofreading this, and motivating me to push through this slump! Go show her some love while shes drunk on this fine Tuesday night x 

Life was never boring when you were involved with SAMCRO. This morning you invited on a “charity run” with the Sons, normally not an event that would permit women, but the church decided that as Tig’s old lady you might help them avoid suspicion - after all, they’d never take you on something dangerous or illegal….unless you insisted. 

All had been going well until Bobbies Fatboy had an episode, crashing into Tig and sending you and him flying off the road. While you had been lucky enough just to take a tumble down the hill, Tig’s leg was cut open. Despite his injury, he was still more worried about you than himself, even after arriving at the hospital. 

But thanks to good old reliable American healthcare, Tig was being transferred to another hospital. 

“Wait, did someone get the insurance card?” Bobby asked as you all stood outside, awaiting transfer.

“I’ll go get it” you volunteered, dashing back inside. 

You walked back through the sliding doors of the hospital reception, Tig’s insurance card back in hand. When you saw Half-Sack and Bobby looking shell-shocked beside an empty wheelchair, fear shot through your entire body. 

“Bobby! What happened? Where is he?!” You asked failing to hide the panic in your voice as you rushed over to them. 

“Bounty Hunters grabbed him”

“Jesus FUCKING Christ! And you just let them take him?! What the fuck is wrong with you two fucking idiots?!” 

“No time to answer that let’s go!” He stated leaving no room for argument, grabbing your arm and dragging you to his bike, half-sack following quickly behind. 

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You ran your hands through your hair in frustration, while Clay and Jax were arguing, they were getting further and further away with Tig. As always, it looked like you would have to take this into your own hands. 

Jogging over to the truck, Piney looked at you and knew instantly what you were thinking. You climbed on the back, standing up to attract the others. 

“We could’ve got him by now! Come on, shit heads!” You called, excitement brimming as everyone but Clay and Ope jumped up with you. 

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Piney stopped the truck on the side of the road, behind a couple of hedges that bordered the hotel half-sack had tracked them to. Rain poured from the sky but you were all to focused to even notice. 

“So what’s the plan?” Jax asked, crouched down low, gun in hand. 

“Shit’ll get messy if you guys go storming in. Leave it to me.” You stated plainly. 

They all went to argue but the look on your face stopped them in your tracks. They knew how fiercely protective you were of all of them, particularly your old man. 

Climbing down from the truck you snuck down out of sight and hid behind a wall near the empty reception office, contemplating your next move. 

Peering around the corner, you checked to ensure there was no one hanging around outside the motel. Messing up your hair, you jogged to the door of room 3, frantically banging on the door. 

“Hello?! Please! I need help! Please! Open the door!” You called in feigned panic. 

A burly man, who you guessed might once have been a football player opened the door part of the way, his hand behind his back. 

“Please, you have to help me. These men are chasing me. I think I’ve lost them but I was wondering if I could use your phone or just wait here for a while?” You explained, panicked and out of breath. 

He must have taken note of your pitiful appearance, soaked to the bone, mascara running down your face, and obviously frightened because he opened the door and let you inside. 

“Come on in, Sweetheart,” he said with a sleazy smile. 

“Thank you. I’m s-sorry to be a b-bother” you shivered, adding just a bit extra to the performance, wrapping your arms around yourself. 

Glancing around the room you observed the three large men, and the weapons laid around them, before your eyes settled on Tig, who was tied to a chair in the corner of the room, visibly confused and beaten, his face questioning your actions. 

You paused for a moment, catching the attention of all the men as you walked towards Tig. 

“Wait…I know you….” You muttered, staring at Tig, a look of concentration on your face as though you were actually considering it. You gasped faking surprise before reaching out and striking him hard across the face, which caught even him off guard. 

“You’re the freak that flashed me and my friends in Stockton last month!” You yelled as the men pulled you back. 

“Easy there, Sweetheart, he’s going to get what he deserves - the sick bastard.” One of them said, sneering towards Tig. 

Tig chuckled looking up at you. You knew that look, that mischievous look meant he was probably about to get his ass kicked. 

“Aww yeah, I remember you….you looked real pretty that night,” he said in the sleaziest voice he could muster. This earned him a backhand across the face from one of the hunters, but it didn’t take the cheeky look off his face. 

“Gag the bastard.” The football player instructed as he pulled you away from Tig when he noticed your tears. 

“Hey, you’re okay, he can’t hurt you. Come here” he whispered, pulling you into an embrace.

While the other two were distracted by Tig, and this one was distracted with his hand on your ass, you wrapped your arms around him, and before any of them had time to understand what was happening, you had the man on his knees, gun to his head. 

“Okay boys, listen very carefully and this’ll all be done. All weapons thrown into the back corner, one at a time very slowly.” You instructed sweetly, the picture of sweetness and innocence. 

They did as instructed begrudgingly, looking more than a little-pissed off that they had been overthrown by a girl. 

“Good lads, would one of you be so kind as to untie this prick,” you said, motioning towards Tig. Once was released, Tig hobbled over behind you

“Face down, on the floor. Hands behind your heads. Count to 100.” 

They looked to the man in front of you, before slowly lying getting down, looking at you with disgust. As soon as they were face down, Tig opened the door and you grabbed your hostage by his collar, dragging him out with you while he struggled. 

Dragging him up the driveway, Tig leaned against you for support until you stopped just before the hedges that bordered the property. You leaned down close to the ear of the bounty hunter to ensure you were carefully heard. 

“Sorry about all this buddy, but some people want this guy more than you. And trust me, he isn’t worth all this trouble.” You said with a kiss to his cheek. 

“You stupid bitch” he grunted. 

Tig’s eyes widened, knowing full well what was going to happen, nobody got to speak to you like that. You let out a small chuckle before cracking him in the back of the head with the butt of the gun. 

“I am so hard right now” Tig muttered in awe, staring lustfully at you. 

“Oh not now! Come on!” you scolded, slapping his shoulder before putting his arm around your neck, you helped him hobble around the hedges to the flatbed. 

“Took your time” Jax chided as pulled you up onto the truck, a big smile stretched across his face. 

“Oh shut and help me” you laughed. 

You helped support Tig to keep him from falling off the truck as Piney sped away from the motel. Noticing him staring up at you, you raised an eyebrow, looking for an explanation. 

Hey, Dolls! I know I haven’t posted in a while, so this is my very poor attempt at a comeback. I wrote this when I was pretty drunk, so there is absolutely no storyline, it was written purely to be smut. As always thank you for the support!

All my Love, 

Saint xxx

Her [H/C] hair shone brightly under the gentle party lights of the clubhouse, flowing in thick waves down her back, complimenting her porcelain perfect skin. With large [E/C] eyes, framed by thick black lashes, and full rosy lips, she was the picture of perfection. She had captivated the attention of both Chibs and Tig, who watched with tight pants from the bar, over the top of their beers.

You weren’t oblivious to this of course, and when you had come out tonight, you knew you were looking for fun but had never expected it to be this easy. After 10 minutes of your most seductive dancing, it became apparent they weren’t going to make a move.

‘If you want something done, you’ve got to do it yourself’

Strutting up to the two gawking sons, you leaned in close to them, allowing a quick peek at your ample cleavage.

“Are you two just going to stare all night or are you going to do something about it?” You questioned.

When they both continued to stand there like stunned deer, you learned in pressing a hard kiss on their lips, first to Tig and then to Chibs, biting his lip playfully. You turned and started to walk away, before looking back over your shoulder, wiggling a finger for them to follow.

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They let out a shuddering breath as you exposed your silky skin to them, making their manhoods rise to attention. Turning to give them the full view, they’re mouths fell open in awe, your supple skin was visibly soft, practically glowing, and your breasts….they swallowed hard knowing there was no other way to describe them but absolute perfection.

Chibs pushes you back onto the bed, as Tig steps to stand by your side, you can’t help but practically drool as both guys pull off their shirts, and unbuckle their pants. Leaning down, Chibs kisses down the center of your body, the soft sensation sending shivers through your body, while Tig palms himself beside you. Chibs kisses move lower and lower, a desperate moan escaping your lips as his tongue lightly traces your slit, both hands on your hips, pulling you in closer as his tongue goes deeper, making your back arch, and you knew there would be marks from his fingers in the morning but you didn’t care. Your moans only get louder as he traces figures of eight around your clit, removing a hand from your side to slip a finger into you, pumping slowly, adding another finger as your juices continue to flow.

In your ecstasy you had completely forgotten that Tig was even there until he decided he couldn’t take it anymore, and stood over the side of the bed, reaching over to circle your nipples before you took your cock in hand and began to stroke him, a guttural moan emanating from him. Climbing onto the bed, he straddled your chest as his brother continued to eat you out. Stroking himself in front of your face, he thrusts his hips into your mouth as you gag slightly until you adjust to his size. Your tongue swirls around his shaft, as Tig continues to fuck your face while Chibs sucks on your clit making you moan around his member, which causes his mouth to drop open from the sheer sensation.

Chibs pulls your legs up to rest over his shoulders allowing him to reach a deeper angle, and you were almost unable to contain yourself, especially as Tig slides himself further down your throat, your arms pinned at your sides.

“Oh fuck, she’s good” Tig groans through practically clenched teeth.

“Ya can say that again brother”

Chibs pulls back to tease you and you thrust trying to reach him, and you would have begged had it not been for Tig filling your mouth. He slams back into you, every nerve in your body alive. Both of their thrusts grow more rapid, Tig reaching to wrap his hands around your throat, the slight dizziness that comes from oxygen deprival was extraordinary, his cock rests against the back of your throat, your eyes water, and you gag, trying to move. When he pulls back you moan and gasp for air as Chibs pounds you harder and harder, his thumb finding its way to your clit.

“Oh my fucking God…ahhh fuck” is all you can manage out.

Tig shoves himself back into your mouth, his pace never slowing, his growls becoming louder and louder, a mixture of pre-cum and spit running down your chin from the rushed pace of the blow job, if you could even call this a blow job. His hands tighten around your throat as his cock twitches in the back of your throat, a loud groan escaping his throat, the warm cum flowing down your throat as you swallow every drop of it.

Seeing the cum dribble down your chin after Chibs pulled away, was enough to send Chibs over the edge, biting his lip he leans against her allowing his thrusts to become harder and faster, her sounds of pleasure pushing him further, as she digs her nails into his back.

“Cum baby….come on, I know you want to…cum…for….me”

He leans in and bites her neck, causing her to scream as she clenches around him, reaching his thumb to her clit causing her to scream so loud she could be heard at the party, her nails scrape down his skin, the pleasure and pain too much for him and he thrusts into her a couple more times, grunting as he spills himself inside her.

They both stood and started to get redressed, looking down at you lying on the sheets, the mess on your face, both heading to the bathroom to get you a towel.

‘Such gentlemen’

After helping you clean yourself up, they walk you back outside, you in the center with both of their arms wrapped around you.

Request: The reader is Tig old lady and she is trying to settle things between him and Fawn

[Hi everyone, how are you?

Fawn was right to be mad, but Tiggy was so sad when he met her ☹ I just wanted to hug him.

Enjoy! Love you all!]

Nightmares were part of the routine of being Tig’s old lady. In his worse days he used to wake up at night, sit on the bed, breathing fast after a nightmare. He would calm down after a couple minutes, but then he would spend the rest of the night holding you close to his body, almost suffocating you with his arms.

These nightmares got worst and more frequent after Dawn’s death. He would get up, walk to the bathroom to wash his face, only coming back to bed after your insistent calls.

He had fought with Fawn too. She was furious about her sister’s death and didn’t want to see Tig at all. She was out of town, her boyfriend took her away after Jax convince them to go. It was for the best, Pope was after Tig and wouldn’t hesitate to kill all his family if he didn’t get what he wanted.

You refused to go away, Jax tried to convince you, but it was in vain. You wouldn’t go anywhere and Pope could fuck himself. Your gun was always on your purse. Happy, one of your best friends, had taught you to use it well.

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After all the heat, club seemed to be going through a peaceful time. You had seen enough to know that it could turn into a world war in just seconds, but you had hope.

One of your hopeful thoughts was to make Tig and Fawn talk again. You had a good relationship with her, so when Juice tracked her down, Fawn was willing to have a coffee with you.

“It’s your father’s birthday”, you said, “Please darling, put this aside”

“No way”, she closed her eyes, shaking her head, “I’m not going to forgive him so easily”

“Fawn…”, you started.

“Y/N, I know you love him, but don’t be blind”, she said, “He doesn’t think before doing something, he just does shit after shit…Don’t “your dad is a good man” at me. Please”

That pushed you away for awhile, but Father’s Day was coming and you knew Tig would be depressed, walking around the club, drinking his beer and avoiding Jax’s little happy family. You decided to do one more try to reach Fawn, if she said no again you would give up, better not have such hate next to your old man.

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Gemma was planning a big Father’s Day brunch at the clubhouse and as an old lady you were there to help. You put the plates on the usual place where you and your old man sit, but put another one next to him too.

“Gem…”, you said, “Tig is bringing a guest”

“Okay”, she said without even think, but then she realized what you said and stopped, looking at you, “Wait… Don’t tell me crazy daughter one is coming?”

“Yes”, you shrugged, “I convinced her”

“Well, I don’t like her”, she pursed her lips, “But Tiggy will be so happy. I’m proud of you”

“Thanks”, you said before keep doing your job.

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You were outside the clubhouse, smoking and waiting for Fawn. It didn’t take long for Tig to come after you.

“Hey baby”, he put his hands on your hips, “Gem is calling”

“I’m going”, you said.

“Wanna share that?”, he asked, taking the cigarette from your hands.

“Sure”, you smiled and you two sat at the picnic table to smoke. Soon, a car parked next to yours and finally Fawn was there. You looked at Tig and he was frozen in his place.

“Fawny?”, he mumbled. You took the cigarette from his hands and Tig looked at you. “Do you have something to do with this?”

You nodded. Fawn was closer now, she cleared her throat making Tig turn his eyes to her. “Hi dad”, she was holding a gift,“Happy Father’s Day”

“Oh baby girl”, Tig wrapped her into a giant hug, the gift falling at their feet, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry”

“It’s okay dad”, Fawn patted his back, “Now let me breath”

“Sorry, sorry…”, he let her go and took her hands between his, “I’m happy you are here”

“Yeah, me too”, she shrugged, “Y/n convinced me… She just don’t give up right?”

Fawn looked at you smiling and Tig did the same, his smile wide and his eyes sparkling, “Yeah, she is amazing”

“Come on guys”, you got up, “Gemma is probably freaking out now”

You walked in the clubhouse, Tig and Fawn following you, their arms around each other’s waists. Gemma hugged Fawn and the Samcro family sat by the table. You looked at your old man laughing with his daughter and then you saw Gemma, smiling to you.

“Thank you”, you heard your old man whispering on your ear.

“My pleasure baby”, you whispered back.

“Yeah”, he bit your earlobe, “Your pleasure… Later baby, later”

Hey Dolls! So as promised my first smut. Please keep that in mind when reading that, as well as the fact that I am a very shy person and blushed quite a lot when writing this ahaha. As always requests are always open, and I appreciate all the support. 

All my Love, 

Saint xxx

WARNING: NSFW

It was last night when the idea had popped into your head, and you began to formulate your plan. You had been sitting on the clubhouse couch with your old man, Tig, several whiskeys in, when you began talking sex.

“I guess I’d like to try something kinky” you said boldly.

Tig let out a loud laugh of disbelief, you turned to him with a pout while simultaneously looking confused.

“I wish that were true, Doll, but you’re to much of a good girl, but I love you regardless”

He took in your unimpressed look, before he leant in to press a kiss to your lips, that you didn’t return.

You jumped off his lap, “you’re sleeping here tonight”, before going home.

That night you had sat up, doing a little research, to ensure you were properly prepared for your little excursion the next day. After a visit to an adult store in Oakland, where you felt significantly out of your depth, you texted Tig to meet you at the cabin.

You arrived ten minuets early to make sure everything was prepared, and to apply your sultry make up with meticulous precision. In fact the makeup looked quite out of place with the floral sundress you were wearing, but not with the black stockings and heels you had on. When you heard the sound of his Dyna pulling up to the Cabin, you straightened you dress before walking to stand in the doorway.

“Hey Baby. Listen I’m sorry about what I said yesterday, I didn’t mean to-” you cut him of with a finger to his lips.

“Now. We’re going to have a little bit of fun. Im going to speak, and you are going to do everything I say” you purr as you lead him by the hand into the back bedroom.

You slipped the kutte from his shoulders, hanging on the hook behind the door, having been around long enough to know the proper way to respect the MC colours. While slowly unbuttoning his shirt, you look up deep into his celestial blue, softly nibbling your bottom lip.

Pushing him back wards, allowing him to sit against the head board, you got to work securing his hands in the handcuffs that were secured to the bed post. He turned his head to look at you, a sinful lust deep in his eyes.

“How can you switch from cute to sexy in a matter of seconds?”

“Oh you know me, baby” you cooed while locking the last handcuff, turning to him with a mischievous grin, “angel in the streets….freak in the sheets”

You walked around to the front of the bed, making slow work of the buttons of your sundress, smirking as you saw Tig’s eyes widen at the show in front of him, unable to help but notice the growing bulge in his trousers.

“Is that your gun in your pocket or do you just really love this outfit?” You say with a wink

Sliding the straps gently down your shoulders, revealing the black lace lingerie set you were wearing beneath it, finally allowing the dress to fall to a puddle around your feet. Stepping away from it, while still wearing your black heels, you crawl up the bed, elegantly coming to straddle your old mans hips.

While wantonly grinding your hips down against his ever hardening bulge, you silkily trace you finger down his chest towards his waist line, his breath hitches in his throat as you stop to run your finger over his zipper, biting your lip as he looks at you desperately.

“I know that look. You’re really going to make me beg for it?” He rasps

“Maybe I’d rather take my time” You drawl out teasingly

You lazily pull down his zipper, followed by his boxer, allowing his large, throbbing member to spring free. You start to ghost your finger along his length, his breathing deepening.

Placing a gentle kiss upon the head of his length, he lets out a wanton moan.

“You make a sound and its game over baby” you state matter-of-factly.

He nods slowly, his eyes still wide with disbelief.

Grasping him firmly in your hand you begin to slide firmly along his cock, before bending forward, allowing his entirety to slide down your throat. With that he lets out a guttural moan, you sit up, stopping all contact, your eyes giving him a ‘what did I just say’ look.

After waiting a moment, you return, you hand stimulating what wont fit in your mouth, while simultaneously massaging his balls.

Your plan seemed to be working, Tiggy didn’t look like he could hold out too much longer, and you didn’t think you would either. You could feel your own arousal increasing, your core begging to be touched. It took ever fibre of self control in your body not to give in and fuck him senseless.

You continued to bob your head, feeling the familiar tension in his balls. You pulled backwards, your lips swollen and red, you jumped from the bed, much to his dismay. Pulling a chair over to the bed side, you sat, propping your legs up on the bed, you pushed your underwear as side, slipping a finger inside your core.

The room filled with the sounds of your slickness as you sensually slid two and then three fingers into your wetness. Soft moans left your lips, as you began to caress your breast. He was staring and you could see the wildness in his eyes, begging to be set free, shuffling his hips in an effort to get some release.

After a few minuets you climbed back onto the bed on all fours, crawling on top of him and turning your ass so that your cunt was inches from his face, before running your tongue along his twitching cock.

Your breath hitched in your throat as you felt his mouth begin to move along your core, before his tongue reached your bundle of nerves. As you continued to suck on his dick while swirling your tongue around the head, he began to flick his tongue along your womanhood before delving into your wetness, lapping at your juices. You knew you both wouldn’t hold out much longer, turning back to face him, placing a lip bruising kiss on him, savouring the taste of yourself.

You lowered yourself so that your lips were brushing against his ear.

“I will release you on two condition” you paused as he shook his head frantically, while looking at your questioningly

“One. I want you to use” you started while moving to a dresser drawer and removing something, “this on me”, you breathed while holding up a black, leather, riding crop.

He smirked, before you continued.

“Two” you said as you walked back to him, leaning close to his face, while straddling him, looking deep into his eyes, “I want you too fuck me. Hard. Rough. Like the dirty little girl that I am.”

At that you reached each arm to the handcuffs attached to the bedpost, conveniently teasing Tig by stretching your ample breasts in his face.

The second you had released him from the handcuffs, he had his hands on your hips, flipping you on your back so that you were pinned to the bed.

“Don’t think I’m letting you get away with that, doll” he growled almost animalistic-ally.

“All fours. Now.” He ordered with an authority in his voice.

“Yes, Daddy” you obeyed

He grabbed the riding crop from where you had laid it from the end of the bed, landing a sharp smack across the porcelain skin of your ass.

You gasped, shiver going down your spine at the sting.

“Did you like that baby?”

“Yes, thank you daddy, can I have some more” you begged

He placed another two quick whips along your cheeks, before sliding his member through your slick folds

“Oh please…Tiggy please”

“Say it, doll. Tell me what you want” he murmurs, while continuing to tease you as he caresses your ass.

“Fuck…please, Daddy, please fuck me”

With one hard thrust he pushes his whole length deep into your dripping cunt, as you moan in pleasure. He alternates his thrusts from jackhammering to slow, teasing strokes, before he begins to slam into you, the sound of slapping skin filling the room.

He grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling you up so that your head was against his chest, forcing you to look into his cold, blue eyes, never once releasing your hair. He begins to suck against that sensitive spot on your neck, nipping at the skin, sure to leave a mark in the morning.

Your breathing begins to become more laboured, before he pushes you down firmly against the mattress, fucking you into it - his hand splayed across your back, your ass displayed in the air, as another crack of the riding whip sends an electric sting through your body.

You felt the familiar coil beginning to tighten in your core.

“Oh God! TIggy I-I’m so c-close” you whimpered

His lips brushed against your ear, “Cum for me, doll. Cum for Daddy” he grunted as he continued to thrust harder and harder into you. He was close to his finish himself, but he always waited for you to go first, making it so much more satisfying for him.  

He felt you pussy tighten, and your knees buckle as your body shuddered at your release, the sound of your screams sending him over the edge. He grunted, biting into your neck, as his warm seed spilt inside you, while you rolled your hips slowly, milking those last drops from him.

You both fell back against the mattress, your chests heaving as you tried to catch your breaths. He looked over to you, admiring your glow.

“I thought…you said…you…were a virgin…when we met…” he laboured out

“I was!” You giggled, as you reached over to slap his chest He tensed up in mock pain before going on “Then where….did you learn that! Because I didn’t teach you!” He puffed

Warnings: 18+, SMUT! Minors DNI, unprotected sex

Idk man I’ve been watching Sons and this man just has me feeling some type of way, enjoy

“Can I have a minute?” You ask Chibs, taking him away from one of the crow eaters that straddled his lap. He motions her off, the blonde rolling her eyes and making sure you saw the smug smirk plastered on her face. As badly as you wanted to rip it off, you decided to save your energy for a bigger and better task. He stands up, the smell of cigarettes and cologne hitting you.

“What lass, I’m in the middle of something.” You let out a chuckle, feeling anger pulse through your body. You lead him down the hall to his dorm, locking the door behind you. You grab him, pulling him close and slamming your lips onto his.

“You’re so worried about those crow eaters,” pausing as you push him slightly onto the bed, “when I’m right in-front of you.” You straddle him, placing your lips onto his neck. “Maybe i should go, I’m sure Tig or Happy would gladly have me instead of one of those crow eating bitches.” You go to stand up, he grabs your hand pulling you back into position.

“Now dear, you know that’s not a good idea. Do you think they can make you feel the way I can?” He asks, brushing his hand under your skirt, dangerously close to the wet fabric that sat between your legs.

“Oh you’re right baby, they could make me feel better.” You tease, knowing this would get him going. He flips you onto your back on the bed, pulling down your lace thong and skirt all in one motion. He immediately slides a finger in, forcing out a moan from you.

“You think so lass? Why are you in my dorm and not theirs then? Couldn’t stand another woman giving me the time of day, aye?” He slides another finger into your wet slit, pumping in slowly but harshly.

“None of them compare to you darling.” He whispers into your ear, moving his lips down your body, his mouth grazing over the thin fabric of your shirt. You pause, taking a moment to rip it off and throw it with the rest of your clothes. He’s still pumping his fingers into you, making sure you feel every thrust of them.

“Chibs,” you moan out, grabbing a handful of his hair, pulling him to your face. “I need you.”

“Aw lass, now you need me? Maybe I should send ye back out to the party. Soaking wet, let Tig or Happy handle the mess I’ve made.”

“No baby, I want you.” You let out, he removes his fingers, licking them slowly. He pulls his pants down, placing a hand around his thick cock and lines it up with your entrance.

“Trying to be dominant back fired. You know better.” He says softly, pushing into your throbbing cunt as slow as humanly possible. “You know I’m the boss here.”

“I know baby.” You try to silence your moans and avoid eye contact with him. He pulls you back and makes sure you are face to face with him, eyes looking right into his.

“Darlin’, I want you to look at me when I fuck you. I want all those boys to know how I’m fucking you.” With this, you let out a moan that was sure to be heard through the club house. He pumps into you harshly, running a hand up around your throat, making sure to not hurt you but to let you know who’s in charge.

“Chibs, oh my God.” You let out, he smirks, picking up his pace, slamming in and out of you.

“That’s right doll, let them all hear you. Make sure those damned crow eaters know who I’m fucking like this.” You run your hands up his back, leaving marks up and down. “Now, I want you to cum for me darling.” The words he says, the thoughts of those women and his brothers hearing him fuck you senseless sends you over the edge. Seeing you reach your climax sends him to his. Once he’s done, he pulls out, letting his seed seep out of you. Throwing you a towel he had sitting beside his bed.

Because I love their early-seasons dynamic, and I think it would be absolutely fucking hysterical, Juice being the one getting injured in this scenario would be sooooo good.

Tig doesn't forget and he definitely doesn't forgive. He especially won't ever fully forgive something like Juice accidentally pumping a junkyard dog full of crank and getting him bit in the ass.

So, when Juice is the one getting half-carried into the clubhouse for Chibs to patch up, Tig is giddy. When Jax rolled up to the clubhouse a few minutes before saying that someone busted their ass, Tig was already stoked that he wasn't the one Jax was talking about. But then when Juice was the one limping along? Tig was ecstatic.

He lurks while Chibs has Juice lying on the table to patch up, but he doesn't offer to help. At first he doesn't say much either way, but the look of amusement on his face is impossible to miss. Juice shakes his head at him, wincing in pain because of everything that's going on, but Tig takes no pity on him.

"What goes around comes around, brother," Tig laughs as he sits down in one of the chairs at the table.

"I didn't even do anything!"

Which was a lie. From a very basic standpoint, karma was going to come for all of them at one point or another. Juice knew that, but in these specific circumstances, he was pretty sure he had done nothing to deserve this.

"No?" Tig leaned forward, bracing his arms on the table, "The bitemarks that I still have scarred on my ass say otherwise."

"Which ones?" Chibs quipped with a laugh as he continued to stitch Juice up.

Tig rolled his eyes but there was still amusement in them, "Fuck off."

"You're still mad about that?!" Juice was trying to focus more on the conversation than the pain of what Chibs was doing, "That was forever ago! And also an accident."

Tig leaned back in his chair, interlocking and resting his hands behind his head. He ignored Juice's attempt at a justification with a satisfied smirk, knowing that misery truly loved company, "Welcome to the club, Juicy Pants."

Tig Trager x F!Reader

Request by @winchestershiresauce​: Could I request the prompt “I’m gonna pretend I didn’t just see that” with Tig and a younger woman? Maybe somebody in the club’s friend or sister?

Warnings: language, mentions of blood/injuries, steamy things

Word Count: 2.6k

A/N: This is my first fic like this for Tig, and I have to admit I had such a blast writing it haha. I was rewatching the pilot the other day for ~research purposes~ and the fight scene with him and Happy seemed like such a good little piece of inspo for this. Hope you enjoy it! xo

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Pairing: Tig Trager x Reader

Summary: as your roommate, Juice has one request: don’t sleep with his brothers

Warnings: swearing, mentions of sex, nakedness

Note: Just when I think I’ve got my Tig feels under control, he has the audacity to show up on my Twitter feed. I’m okay. I’m fine. I’m - totally cool.

So firstly, this is my first imagine. Ever. So I really hope you like this. It hasn’t been proof read so sorry about that. Secondly, if you do like it, requests are always open 😊

You sat at the bar of the SAMCRO clubhouse, inhaling the smell of alcohol, smoke, weed and sex, as you sipped your whiskey, smiling as you looked around taking in the regular site of the place on a Friday night, waving at each familiar face that passed you by. Home.

Thinking back it was hard to believe that it hadn’t always been this way, hard to believe that just over two years ago you were the stereotypical good college girl. A cardigan wearing, ponytail sporting, good girl. Who never smoked, drank, and was always to shy to ever talk to a guy, never even having had your first kiss. Deciding to run away, and relocate in the middle of the night to some small town in California was the best decision you had ever made. And becoming one of the SAMCRO princesses was the best accident, after Gem had taken a liking to you and offered you a job at the garage. The boys had all become family, one in particular.

You fought a smile as you thought about how gorgeous you looked tonight, a Burgundy halter neck crop top, paired with black, ripped high waisted skinny jeans, your favourite black boots, all tied together with a simple smokey eye and nude lip, your thick [H/C] hair, in its naturally wild state. But you couldn’t hide it any longer when you looked across the room, your eyes locking with the icey blue ones of your old man. Tig, who cast you a cheeky smirk, even from the other side of the room you could see his eyes skimming your body. You and Tig had confessed your love for each other after a rather tumultuous first year, and you had gotten his crow, a couple of months later. It was a strange relationship but it worked. You loved the wild side he bought out in you, and he loved the way you calmed his demons.

However, that smirk quickly turned to an angry glare, which confused you until you noticed the man standing next to you, causing you to role your eyes.

Brayden. Brayden was a new prospect who had only joined in the last day or so, and had had his eyes glued to your chest since then, that coupled with the creepy comments you had been receiving all day had you at wits end. So when he started to speak, there was no hiding your look of disgust, which he was clearly oblivious too.

“Hey sweetheart, what do you say you and I go check out the apartment together” he drawled out with a wink.

You scoffed, although he hadn’t been around the club very long, you found it hard to believe he could be so dense as not to realise you were Tigs old lady.

“Yeah, not gonna happen.”

“Come on baby, you know you girls are just around to look after the members”

This cant be happening, you laughed to yourself, he thinks you are a crow eater. You could see Tig start to make his way over, stopping to give you a look of questioning concern, you gave him a subtle shake of your head. You were going to handle this your way.

“But the last time I checked you weren’t a member” you said, looking up at him from your whiskey. This seemed to touch a nerve for him, because his face suddenly got very plain, the shit eating, cocky grin from before long gone.

He placed him arm around your shoulder, his hand sliding down over your breast. Now this really pissed you off. At this point you could have just handed him over to Tig, Happy, Chibs, or Jax, really any of the boys who were now watching protectively out of the corner of their eyes. But regardless whether you were a crow eater or not, this prick should have known better than to disrespect any girl.

You turned into him with your most sultry expression, your [E/C] eyes looking deeply into his.

“Go wait outside near the ring, i’ll be there in just a minuet” you said in a low voice with a seductive wink.

With a cocky smirk he turned to strut outside.

You walked over to Jax who was now standing with Tig, leaning in close to whisper to them both.

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You walked through the club door, towards Brayden who met your eyes with a look of such self confidence it made you want to vomit. That look slowly faded when he noticed the boys behind you.

“Hey, whats, whats uh, whats goin’ on?” He stuttered out.

You strutted right past him, climbing over the ropes into the ring, as Jax addressed Brayden.

“Get in the ring” he said, his face stoney, his voice full of seriousness.

“What?”

With a raise of his brow, Happy and Juice, grabbed Brayden by the arms and threw him into the ring.

He hauled himself up off the floor, as you locked eyes with him, before he glances back at Jax.

“Listen, if she’s one of your sluts, thats fine Ill back off, just don’t hurt me” he blubbered out, slightly pathetic for a man of his stature.

“Oh we’re not gonna hurt ya’”, Brayden breathed a sigh of relief at this “She is.” he stated matter of factly.

He looked up at you, in time for you to land a punch square to his jaw before stepping back, allowing him up.

“Im not going to hit a -“ he was interrupted as you landed a kick to the side of his head, followed by several blows to his gut. After less than a minuet he was down, clearly not getting back up.

You crouched down close to him, grabbing a fistful of his hair, pulling his head up to look at you, as you pulled up the base of your crop top to reveal the crow tattoo that resided below your bust.

“See this. I belong to him” you state, dropping your shirt to point at Tig. “Understood?”, he half heartedly nods, as you climb out of the ring, the blows clapping at cheering, patting you on the back as you saunter to Tig.

He wraps his arms around you, as you rest your head against his chest inhaling the familiar scent.

“Is it wrong that that really turned me on?” You laugh, slapping his chest, as he presses a kiss to your forehead.

Chibs: Because I’ve got no clothes