Summary: Tig gets paid a visit by his third conquest and lets her take control.
TW:Cheating
Tig was freshly showered and sitting on his porch when Donna pulled into his driveway shortly after eight the next morning. He smiled at her as she waved at him as she parked in his garage. Once she was walking up the steps Tig hit the button to close the garage door to hide her car from prying eyes. Donnas cheeks were already tinted with blush as she giggled slightly as he took her hand gently and kissed it. “When you gonna stop being so nervous Doll” he teased as he opened his front door and ushered her in. Donna simply looked away and shook her head. “Been coming over here to get this cock for a couple years now” he added making her swat his arm and murmur language.
Tig snorted as he shook his head. He had to admit he had quite the soft spot for the demure little housewife in front of him. She was a small, quite thing but in the bedroom she could erupt like a volcano. Something he knew Opie had never been able to experience given his complaining that she just laid there and didn’t make any sounds. Too Tig this was like with Jax a simple skill issue that any man worth his merit in the bedroom could easily fix. But you had to be willing to and neither of the latter wanted to it seemed. Which is what left room for men like Tig to come along and please their women without their knowledge.
“Can we go to your room?” inquired Donna as she swayed nervously. Tig grinned as he nudged her forward to the hall that led to his bedroom. “Getting right to the point, you naughty kitten” teased Tig making her blush and giggle as she let him guide her to his room. Once they were inside Tig shut the door as he knew she preferred it. Never mind no one else was here to hear them. Tig watched as Donna set her purse neatly on his dresser before starting to remove her shoes and clothes. He was happy he had gathered all he needed already for her so that this could simply be an in the moment hookup. Of all his regulars she deserved that.
“Tig” called Donna again braking the man out of his chance.
“Sorry Doll, what were you saying?” inquired Tig as he blinked a couple of times and met her gaze.
“Would you mind getting undressed and on the bed?” asked Donna with a smile as she continued to fold her clothes into a tidy pile on his dresser.
“of course” he stated as he quickly stripped letting his clothes drop into a messy pile before launching himself onto his bed causing pillows to fly off. Donna shook her head as she moved around and tidied up his clothes and the pillows before moving next to the bed.
“Donna, its all about you Doll. Do whatever ya want to me or tell me what you want done” stated Tig as he reached out his fingers tracing along the crow on her hip.
Donna nodded as she moved onto the bed and kissed him gently. “Want to ride your face please” she whispered making him grin as he moved down the bed for her.
“Well pop a seat then love” he stated as he patted his cheeks making her shake her head. Carefully Donna straddled his face, her hands gripping his headboard tight as she hovered over him. Tig moved his hands to her hips and gently pushed her down as his tongue began to lick slow strips up her slit. Donna whined slightly before gasping as he nipped at her clit. By the time Donna slumped backwards and told him enough she had soaked his face and the sheets beneath him after coming at least four times. Her legs ached and her whole body tremored with pleasure.
Tig groaned as he felt her turn and take him into her mouth. Sitting up he watched as she teased his tip before slipping two fingers into her still clenching pussy. Donna cried out as his fingers pumped in and out of her hitting that sweet spongy spot just right. Her vision tunneled and lights flashed as she came hard again this time squirting.
Hours later Tig was laying fucked out and covered in sweat and cum on his bedroom floor.His cock honestly ached from all the usage today and he hoped he would be able to recoup for tomorrow with his last regular. Toys his weapons and leather gloves were scattered about. Donna was stepping out of his bathroom freshly showered and clothed with a huge, blissed out smile on her face.
“Sorry about the mess” she stated as she looked around the room before her eyes came back to him.
“No worries Doll” he called with a grin. “Gonna just take a nap then I’ll get this all cleaned up” he stated as he closed his eyes.
“I’ll put the casserole in the oven for you” stated Donna before heading out of the room with her purse to go pick up her and Opies kids from school before going home to make dinner for her husband.
okay i know its a different culture and sons of anarchy is a great show (in the middle of s3 rn) but the casual infidelity and sexism (except for maybe gemma but she is more of a comfort and anchor for the men rather than the 'matriarch' she is named as) is so disturbing and triggering. especially the one sided cheating because it pisses me off and takes me out of the moment. no wonder i can never watch this show in one go ugh. the way they chose to write stahl leaves a funny taste in my mouth along with taras transformation from s1-s3. its almost like they dont really know how to write a good female character. maybe i am just prejudiced because of the cheating and patriarchy idk but it feels like a woman can only be good if shes willing to put up with all that shit and basically treat those grown ass men like a forgiving mother does a child
Synopsis: A grief-stricken Donna finally decides to visit her brother's grave.
CW/TW: OC / original character, character death, smoking, suicide mention, angst, swearing. angst to fluff..? maybe.
!!FIRST PERSON POINT OF VIEW!!
Word count— 928 words. short read
Losing Dally did something to me. It gave me this funny feeling in my gut, like I was gonna be sick. Honestly, I might have preferred being sick to dealing with this.
I still remember that night. I was bawling like a baby. I'd never in my life cried in front of anybody 'til then, but I just couldn't help it. Glory, I sure could cry. Nowadays I spend most of my time at the Curtis house. They say they don't mind me staying, but I know better. I'm just takin' up space, and we all know it.
I figured I'd been avoiding it too long, so I decided I'd go and pay ol' Dally a visit. I didn't want to. I really didn't. Well, I did want to, but I didn't think I could handle it. I still don't. Either way, I forced myself to go anyway.
There I was, sitting down, lighting up a cancer stick, and wondering whether I should say anything or not. Eventually, I did.
“Hey, Dal,” I could hear the quiver in my voice and I knew I was gonna start crying. I didn't know exactly what I wanted to say, so I just said whatever came to mind and hoped it wasn't just word vomit. “It ain't fair. It ain't fair at all. Why'd you have to go and leave me all alone? I know I shouldn't be mad at ya, but I can't help it. You were all I had left, and now you're gone. I think I'm more mad at myself than I am at you. I don't think I ever told you 'I love you'. I regret that now. I should have said it more, even if you woulda laughed at me or called me a mean name. Sometimes I wonder if you knew it. That I loved you. I sure hope you did. I don't think I could go on if you didn't. I don't think I can go on at all. Golly, if you could see me now, you sure wouldn't be happy. You'd bop me upside the head 'nd tell me something like, 'stop smoking, stupid' like you used to. I used to get mad when you were on my case like that, but I think I get it now. You wanted to keep me safe, I think. I don't think you wanted me to be like you. I was always trying to, though. You're the toughest guy I know, even now. I thought if I was tough and cool like you, people would like me.“ By now, I could feel hot tears running down my face. I don't think I cared very much though. I took a long drag of my cigarette and without wiping my face, started again.
“Boy, was I wrong. Dead wrong. It's rough, Dally. I'm a mess. I can't go a day without gettin' in a fight. Fuck, I think somethin' might be wrong with me. I know the gang's worried about me.. I appreciate it, I do, but it hurts. It ain't the same without you, Dal. It ain't the same. No matter how much I whine and cry, you ain't comin' back. Not this time. It just ain't fair. Why'd it have to be you? Gosh, I can't go on like this. It's all just too much and I don't know how much more I can take before I end up killing myself! Maybe it's better if I do. Maybe if there is somewhere you go after you die... well, maybe we'd be together. Who knows. I like to think we would, but I'm scared, Dally. I'm real scared. I don't know what to do. I don't want to die! That's crazy talk. I 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 want to die, but I can't do this without you. Maybe there's some kind of bright side to this, but I can't find it. I miss you, Dallas. More than anything. I thought I didn't need you, but shit, now that I don't got you, I can see how wrong I was. I need you. I need you more than ever, but... well, that just ain't gonna happen, so I might as well suck it up 'nd stop cryin', huh? Maybe things will get better. I don't know. Here's to hoping, I guess.” With a sigh, I stubbed out my cigarette, pushing myself off the ground and wiping my tears on my sleeve. For a while, I just stared at his headstone, drawing a blank. I could feel my eyes welling up again and I knew I'd start crying again if I didn't leave, so I shoved my hands in my pockets, turned on my heel, and started walking away. I felt a little better, I guess. Maybe I just needed to get that outa my system or something.
Once I made my way back to the Curtis's place, I pushed the front door open and bent down to unlace my boots, which I carelessly threw aside before making my way up to Soda and Pony's room. Soda wasn't there. I figured he was at work or something. Pony was, though. He was on his bed, nose deep in a book. I don't think he knew I was there. Not until I threw myself at him, at least. I nearly knocked the wind outa him, but once he caught his breath he gave me a little smile and I curled up there next to him, and next thing I know, he was readin' out loud to me while I struggled to stay awake.
Thinking of writing a Sons of Anarchy fanfiction but one in which Opie and Donna have a teenage daughter along with Ellie and Kenny. Like maybe she's 13 when the show starts. I don't know. Maybe.
If Donna had lived she and Opie gave off first marriage and third marriage vibes. They were going to end up divorced when the violence, guns, or drugs got too close to the kids or her. Or he went back to jail/prison. Probably within a couple years.
But could definitely see them getting back together in 10 or 20 years. After the kids are more grown and/or Opie is over the bullshit. She’d always be that ex wife nobody could live up to. The one that actually gets spoken of with a measure of respect. For not leaving while he was locked up the first time, for doing right by the kids and being a good mom etc, etc. And I’m guessing Opie was Donna’s first love. I can definitely see him being able to work his way back into her life, especially as he’s the father of her children.
Warnings: 18+, smut (daddy, breeding kink), language, slight mentions of suicidal thoughts, mentions of pregnancy/babies
Word Count: 2,178
A/N: This story takes place before any of the other ones that I've already posted. Enjoy!
This day was nowhere close to what I expected it to be. My mother wasn't helping me get ready. My dad wasn't waiting to walk me down the aisle. I didn't even have a bridesmaid But, I wouldn't change a thing about it. I knew that I felt safe and secure with the man that I was vowing to spend the rest of my life with. I knew that I loved him more than anything in the world and that we would be able to make it through anything together.
I run my hands over my dress one last time, admiring the midi dress's satin material and corset-style top that made my waist look as thin as a pencil and made my boobs almost spill over the top. Chibs was gonna lose his mind once he saw me and I couldn't wait. I make sure that my dark hair is perfectly curled one last time before Donna hands me my bouquet of white roses mixed with baby's breath.
"You ready, El," Gemma asks as she peeks her head into the main bedroom of the cabin.
When I told Chibs that I didn't want a big wedding and would be fine just doing it at the clubhouse or the courthouse, he said that he wouldn't marry me unless it was in a white dress in a place that we both loved. We agreed that the cabin would be perfect and that we could do the ceremony in the backyard, surrounded by the club. I didn't really have anyone else to be there, but I wouldn't want anyone else there anyway.
"Let's get married," I say with a smile, turning away from my reflection and heading out for the rest of my life.
Jax agreed to walk me down the aisle and I could tell that he felt pretty smug about me picking him over Piney or Clay. In all honesty, I didn't think that Piney would be able to safely or quickly make it to the altar and I still didn't fully trust Clay. Something just felt off about him.
"Darlin', you look beautiful. Chibs is gonna come in his pants when he sees you," Jax says as he stands in the kitchen waiting for me. I roll my eyes but accept his warm hug.
"Thanks for putting that oh so nicely, Jackson." He kisses my cheek as his response before looping our arms together. We walk out the front door to where everyone is gathered, not a suit in sight but plenty of Sons of Anarchy patches. We decided to go without chairs because it was gonna be a short ceremony and would be much more hassle than it's worth.
We stand at the end of the aisle and I can finally see him. I can't help but grin at his dropped jaw. He looks so incredibly handsome, his hair actually styled for once. He's wearing his 'nice' jeans as he likes to call them, and black boots on his feet to go with his kutte. Jax leads me down the aisle, my mind totally blocking out the music and everyone whispering. We finally make it to Chibs and Piney, who's officiating the wedding.
"I would warn you to take care of her and make sure nothing happens to her, but I think we both know that she would cut your dick or your head off before I could do anything so we'll skip the speech on that," Jax says cheekily, Chibs throwing his head back laughing because he knows that's exactly what would happen.
"You're so beautiful, little lamb," Chibs whispers to me as he grabs my hands and pulls me so that we're almost chest to chest. He keeps our hands clasped together as Piney begins to do the typical wedding ceremony. Chibs and I each wrote our own vows and I say mine first.
"Filip, this is gonna be cheesy as hell and I hope you'll still say I do when I'm finished. When I met you, I was a scared little girl fresh off of a plane from Ireland with no money, no family, and no friends. All I knew was that I would hopefully feel safe away from my past and that I had a guaranteed job at Teller-Morrow. You walked out of that garage, wearing those coveralls that make your ass look really good, wiping your greasy hands on an already greasy towel and I was hooked. Just when I thought you couldn't get better, you opened your mouth and a piece of home came out of it.
It didn't take long for me to fully fall in love with you, despite my fears of being too young for you. I fell in love with your laugh and your smile. I fell in love with the way that you were always checking up on me and making sure that I was okay. I fell in love with your love for your brothers who took me in as one of their own. But most of all, I fell in love with that snake that you keep in those tight pants." There are hoots and hollers at that, but I keep talking.
"You kept me alive at a time when I really didn't wanna be anymore, Filip. You put me back together after my family broke me. You showed me your love and care every day, even if you were hundreds of miles away. When you asked me to marry you, I knew that I didn't deserve you, but I was gonna keep you forever because there is no one else I would rather be than your wife, your partner, your little lamb. I love you, Filip Telford. Today, tomorrow, and forever after that."
I have to wipe away my tears once I finish, but Chibs just lets his fall. He brings my left hand up to his mouth, kissing my palm three times before joining our hands again between us. He clears his throat and throws me a warm smile before he beings his vows.
"Ellie, my little firecracker, I've loved you since I saw your ass and hips in those black jeans that day that you walked into the garage. I didn't know you yet but I knew that you were strong and beautiful and you sure as fuck weren't gonna take any shit from me. I would've married you then if I didn't think you would file a restraining order soon after. I don't think I'll ever love you more than I do now, except when I finally put some baby Telfords in ya. You're the best thing that ever happened to me, Eleanor. I was sad for a really long time before you found me and you breathed life into me once again.
I promise to wake up every morning with you on my mind and in my heart. I promise to always make you happy, whether it be with my cock or my hilarious jokes. I promise to give you the life that you deserve, no matter what it costs me along the way. You're it for me, babe. You're stuck with me until we're both six feet under. But, most importantly, I promise to treat you as good as my leather and ride you as much as my Harley. Cheers, babe."
His brothers say the last line along with him, biker boys through and through. Bobby hands Chibs my wedding band and Donna hands me his. I take his rough and calloused left hand and slide the thick silver band on. He slides on a thin white gold and diamond-encrusted band that goes perfectly with my engagement ring. Finally, Piney says the perfect words.
"You may now kiss the bride."
I barely have time to register his words before Chibs is sliding his tongue through my open mouth, his hands grabbing onto my ass and pressing me against him. I cradle his face between my hands, deepening the kiss before the loud cheering behind us interrupts our kiss. He swings me up into his arms and carries me through a crowd of our friends and family. He quickly takes me into the cabin and back to the main bedroom where I got ready. He pushes me onto the bed before locking the door and pouncing on top of me. He claws at the top of my dress, pulling it down to expose my tits to his waiting mouth, moaning as soon as his lips wrap around the peak.
"Filip Telford, if you rip my dress, this will be a very short marriage," I breathlessly get out in between moans as I dig my hands into his salt and pepper hair.
"Yes ma'am, Mrs. Telford," He says with a grin before turning his attention to my other nipple. He pushes the bottom of my dress up and is greeted with my bare pussy. "No panties? Naughty, naughty girl."
He gives me no warning before he thrusts two fingers into me, leaving me to arch my back which pushes his fingers further into me. He must feel my walls contracting around him, knowing that's my cue that I'm going to come soon because he sinks to his knees at the end of the bed. He slides one heeled foot over his shoulder, the other one following soon after before he fully pushes my silk dress up to expose my soaked pussy to the cold air.
"Such a pretty little pussy. Be careful, lamb, or you'll drip all over that sexy little dress. Maybe I should clean that up for you. That's what nice husbands would do."
He dives in like a starved man, lapping up the moisture between my lips before gently sucking my clit between his lips. I scream his name as my orgasm begins, and he eggs it on by sliding his fingers back into me, three this time. Tears roll down my cheeks as I come around his tongue buried deep into my cunt. He only stops when I shove his head away from me, the overstimulation taking over my senses.
He smirks up at me from the floor, his lips and facial hair glistening with my wetness, and he slowly sucks my essence off his fingers. I drop my head back onto the mattress, and the menace quickly climbs on top of me.
"You're gonna be the death of me and we've only been married for twenty minutes," I pant out as I undo his belt and quickly pull his rock-hard cock out of his pants. I quickly scoot down so that his cock is right in front of my lips, a drop of come tempting me to taste him. I quickly swipe my tongue over the head before pulling him into my mouth fully. I work to get him as far down my throat as I can before he's pushing me off.
"I'm coming in that pussy, lamb, so you best stop now. Now, come ride your husband like a good little wife." I'm positioning his tip at my entrance before he's even finished his sentence and we groan together as he slides in. He loves when I'm on top because he becomes a man possessed when he sees my tits bouncing up and down as I ride him.
He grips onto my hips and meets my thrusts with his own. The sound of our moans and skin slapping together emanates throughout the room, drowning out the noise outside the cabin. As I get closer and closer to coming again, my body gives up on me and Chibs flips us over so that he's on top. He wraps one of my legs around his waist and pulls the other one so that my ankle rests on his shoulder. As he pounds into me, he uses one hand to hold both of mine above my head and the other to rub tight circles on my clit. We both look down at the head of his cock bulging under the skin of my lower stomach and he lets go of my hands to press down on the thin skin that we're staring at.
"Come on, lass. Come around my cock. Squeeze around me until I fuck a baby into you. That's it, baby. Come around daddy's cock."
Tears once again roll down my cheeks as I come the hardest I ever have at his words. He's quick to follow, burying his face in my neck as he moans my name over and over again. We lay there breathing heavily for a minute before he gently kisses me as he pushes my hair out of my face.
"So proud of you, my love. I love you so much. Let's get you cleaned up and then go enjoy the rest of our wedding, hm?"
"Leave it." He stops at my words and stares down at me, his brown eyes bearing down into my blue ones.
"What?"
"I wanna walk around with you dripping out of me." He groans at that before flopping down onto the bed next to me.
