#Tig Trager Smut

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Reconcile

Sequel to Stepping Out- A Happy Lowman Story

As always 18+

It had been a year since you had stepped foot in the Teller-Morrow lot. A year since you watched your husband shove his tongue in another woman’s mouth and then carry her back to his dorm to fuck her. A year since you had been humiliated, hurt, left to heal not just a broken heart but also a broken body. What should have been joy at you being cancer free had been nothing but sorrow.

Parking your car in the full lot you looked around. Maybe you should just turn around and leave. Before you could though a tap at your window had you jumping. Looking over you couldn’t help but smile at the goofy grinning faces of Juice, Half-Sack and Ratboy.

“You came” stated Juice as you stepped out of the car. “Well you asked so nicely and all three of you begged….several times” you laughed as he pulled you in for a hug. “We missed ya. Not the same without you popping in” he murmured before letting you go. You met his eyes and gave him a smile. He was right things hadn’t been the same on your end either.

You had missed them all so much more than you realized. They had made a good effort to visit and call but you had been cold and distant. Not wanting to be shown pity. Be seen as the one who had been cheated on. Seen as weak, unworthy, unlovable. So you had stayed away. Until Jax had called you a couple of months ago. He wanted someone he trusted to keep the books for the new strip club and porn studio the club had opened. He also wanted you to give lessons to the new hires, vet them out. You had said no at first. You didn’t want to see your Old Man. Jax had been quick to assure you that you never would.

The four of you made your way to the clubhouse door chatting like old times. You had missed this more than you realized you would. Stepping into the darkened interior of the clubhouse you couldn’t help but cut your eyes over to where Happy would always be waiting for you. You weren’t sure if you were sad or thrilled when you saw the spot was vacant. “Want a drink?” asked Juice his breath hot on your ear as his hand rested gently on your hip as he guided you through the crowd by the door. “Please” you replied as he maneuvered you two towards the bar where Tig and Chibs sat. The other two disappearing to the pool tables.

“Lassie!” hollered Chibs as he caught sight of you as you slid next to him while Juice hopped behind the bar to grab you drinks. “Good to see you Doll” greeted Tig as his eyes traveled down the corset top and short skirt you had on. “Hey” you greeted both men as you took the drink Juice offered.

“You look good” stated Tig. “That top really makes the girls…pop” he added his blue eyes glued to your chest. Chibs simply sighed and smacked him in the back of the head. You laughed and turned away shaking your head. You couldn’t deny you loved the attention. It had been over a year since anyone paid any to you. “What? Just a fact” grumbled Tig before he slid off his stool and made his way over to a darkened corner.

Your eyes watched him go. Maybe you thought to yourself it wouldn’t hurt to test the waters. The toys in your nightstand hadn’t been getting you where you needed. A tiny part of your mind wandered about Happy, but if he cared he wouldn’t have started this whole thing in the first place. The last year wouldn’t have happened. The two of you were locked in stalemate of him wanting to reconcile and you denying him. It had been a few weeks since you last heard from him so you figured he had finally gotten it through his big bald head.

Happy sat lurking in a dark corner. His eyes on you from the moment you had walked in. All his assets on display for everyone in that damn outfit. The tooth pick he had been chewing on had snapped as he clocked Juices hands on you. Who did that punk think he was? Touching his woman like that? It didn’t matter that it was obviously to help get you through the crowd. Happy was pissed. Then that asshole Tig pretty much drooling all over your tits. Suppose to be brothers.

Happy was fuming and seeing red when he felt someone sit next to him. “Go the fuck away” he barked not even looking to see who it was.

“Its your own fault” stated Gemma as she took a drag of her cigarette. Happy turned to her watching as she nodded towards you. “You had it all. Tossed it away. You only had to wait a bit and you could have been getting your dick wet in your Old Ladies pussy, but no you had to go down the dead end road of pussy.” She continued as she smoked.  “You don’t get to be angry with anyone but yourself Happy. Don’t start shit tonight with whichever brother she lets between her legs. And believe me at least one of your brothers she will be letting in.” finished Gemma before standing up as she patted his head. Happy stared in shock as he watched her disappear into the crowd.

A couple hours later

“Hey” you giggled as you collapsed onto Tigs lap dancing and grinding.

“Hey Doll” laughed Tig as his hands went to your hips. “Having fun?” he asked as he felt his jeans start to tent.

“Yeah” you murmured as you turned to face him. Your skirt rising up more as you moved. Tig swallowed hard as he felt your smooth skin under his hands. “These are for you….sorry they got a little wet” you whispered as you shoved your lacy black panties into the pocket of his kutte. Tigss breathing was picking up and he licked his lips as his fingers kneaded your bare ass. “What you playing at doll?” he asked as his your lips found his neck sucking and nipping as you ground your core onto the tent of his jeans. Tig groaned as he looked around. He wasn’t sure if he wanted someone to help or to make sure no one could see.

“I want you to fill me up Tiggy. Make me cum on your cock” you murmured as your fingers found his belt buckle and started working on. “Fuck” muttered Tig as he stood up quickly. Checking to make sure no one was paying any mind he carried you into the hallway to his dorm room.

“Fuck love” muttered Tig as he sat your ass on his dresser as he undid his jeans as his mouth found your neck. Sucking at the pulse point as you used your heels to push his pants and boxers down. Tig moaned as his cock head pressed into your wet slick. “Fucking so wet already” marveled Tig as you whined and bucked your hips to push him in more. “Fuck me Tig” you begged as he kissed down your neck and onto your chest.

Tig chuckled as he grabbed his cock to line it up but before he could thrust into you the door slammed open.

"How could you hurt me like this?' whispered Happy as he stood staring at you and Tig. The latter who was hastily yanking his pants back up as you rolled your eyes and laughed.

"You have no idea what it means to be hurt or feel pain Tacoma Killer" you snarled as you grabbed ahold of Tig and pulled him back to you. Effectively dismissing the man who had barged in. Tig looked between the two of you. “Maybe” he started before you grabbed his jaw turning him to face you. “Fuck me now. If he wants to stay and watch me take your cock that is his choice” you snapped. “Stepping out has consequences sometimes that is watching your wife cum on another man’s cock” you added your eyes boring into Happys.

Tig nodded and shoved his pants down quickly before slamming into you. “Fuck” you moaned as your eyes remained locked on Happys. Tig filled and stretched you in a mix of pain and pleasure. “Shit so tight” groaned Tig through gritted teeth as he started to slam in and out of you. Each snap of his hips the driving you further back onto the dresser.

Happy simply stood watching as you squirmed underneath Tig. Your moans and whines echoing through the room as his friend fucked you.

“Tig” you screamed as his fingers found your sensitive bud and pinched and twisted it sending you over the edge of pleasure. As your orgasm ripped through you your body fluttered and clenched around his cock until finally he was releasing himself deep within you with a feral moan. The two of you sat connected as you caught your breaths.

You moaned once Tig finally pulled out of you. Sitting up slightly you saw that Happys eyes were now locked onto your dripping pussy. Watching as a mix of your and Tigs cum dripped from your hole onto the dresser.

“I’ll leave you two to…talk” murmured Tig as he pulled his pants up before kissing your cheek and leaving the room.

“Seems I know how to pleasure a man” you remarked as you dragged a finger through your folds. Happy watched your finger gather up the mix of cum before moving up to your mouth. You moaned and closed your eyes as you sucked on your cum covered fingers. Happy closed his eyes as he fought to decide what to do or say. He loved you and he couldn’t lose you. He was the one who had started you both down this path, the one who had made you vengeful.

Opening his eyes he walked over and dropped to his knees. You gasped as he yanked you to the edge of the dresser his long tongue licking a strip up your slit before dipping into your hole. “I will lick and suck any man’s cum out of you for as long as it takes for you to finally reconcile with me. If that means forever then so be it” he stated firmly before latching onto your clit as he sucked and nipped gently. Within seconds he had you cuming on his tongue as you screamed his name.

Happy kissed up your body until he reached your lips. “I love you. I am so sorry I did this too us” he whispered before placing a gentle kiss on your lips. Tears sprung to your eyes as you grabbed his kutte and kissed him hard opening your mouth and letting his tongue snake in.

“Make love to me Happy” you whispered as you pulled from him and met his eyes. Happy simply nodded as he picked you up and walked you over to the bed.

[little-horror-smut]

Behind the Stacks

Tig Trager x Reader!

One shot short story

18+ Warning; Smut, Sexual Content

Your lips are in a heated encounter as you both stumble against the stock racks. Your hot breaths mingle as you slightly pull apart to steady yourselfs. Tigs hands roam your body. Each touch hightening your senses.

The secret encounters were becoming more daring each time. Your need for eachother growing with each makeout session.

"Hey Tig, you in here?" Jax called, as he walks in the invetory room. In one swift motion Tig pushes you down on your knees, you're now fully hidden behind a stack of boxes.

"Yeah, just checking the stock" he says, trying to catch his breath. Jax and Tig start a conversation about ordering some new parts.

An idea sparked your mind and your eyes filled with mischief. You softly unbuckled his pants and pulled them down slightly. Tigs eyes quickly shot down, giving you a look. You took his shaft out and started your magic. As he grew in size, your eyes widenend. As he had his full hardness you took him in your mouth.

His hand ran through your hair as he tightened his grip, clearing his throath.

He guided your head up and down his shaft.

Jax, oblivious to the situation still, was on his way out. As soon as the door closed, he pushed you down one last time. His thickness filling you up, all down your throat. With a feral and low grunt, he released himself. You felt his warmth slide down. You pulled away, taking a deep breath and need to cough.

"You look so pretty down on your knees, Y/N" Tig said in a low and satisfied voice, as he caressed the mascara tears with his thumb.

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A Modern Day Bonnie And Clyde {a Tig Trager X OC LoveStory} CHAPTER ONE

**********THIS LOOSELY FOLLOWS THE SERIES IN TERMS OF THE MAIN CHARACTERS DEATHS,NOBODY HAS DIED YET*********

Bellatrix Morrow commanded a reputation that preceded her, not merely because of her lineage as Clay Morrow's sole daughter or her role as Tig Trager's devoted partner, but rather due to her own formidable nature. Possessing a fierce and unhinged disposition akin to both her boyfriend and her adopted brother Happy, Bellatrix was a force to be reckoned with. Despite the notable age difference between herself and Tig, their bond was unbreakable, a testament to the deep and unyielding connection they shared.

In the depths of their hearts, Bellatrix and Tig found a love that bloomed swiftly and fiercely, yet they chose to shield it from the prying eyes of their motorcycle club brethren. Their clandestine affair, born of passion and forbidden desire, remained hidden until the fateful moment when Clay, Bellatrix's father and a prominent figure in the club, stumbled upon them in the throes of intimacy.

Despite the constant teasing and jokes that surrounded Bellatrix and Tig's relationship after its revelation, the club stood united in support of their bond when it truly mattered.

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Bellatrix lounged upon a picnic table, the tendrils of cigarette smoke swirling around her as she observed her stepbrother and Chibs laboriously attempting to affix a hose to a recalcitrant radiator. With a nonchalant flick, she extinguished her cancer stick and embarked towards the Ford Explorer, the distinctive click of her platform Louboutins resonating with each purposeful step. As she approached, Bellatrix assertively hipchecked her brother aside, disdain etched upon her features. "Move, you imbecile," she chided, her tone laced with impatience, before deftly reaching into the engine bay to expertly connect the radiator to the engine.

Jax's eyes rolled in exasperation as Bellatrix stepped back from the car. "I'm not an imbecile, baby sister," he retorted, "but one might question your judgment, given your choice in significantly older men." His words were delivered with a hint of playful mockery.

Bellatrix's visage hardened into a mask of ice, her jet-black acrylics digging into her palms as she prepared to retort. Before she could utter a word, however, her "knight in shining armor" appeared, approaching her from behind. His large hand gently pressed against her throat, pulling her into his embrace as he placed a tender kiss upon her cheek. "Hey, Punkin'," he murmured, his affectionate nickname for her cutting through the tension like a soothing balm.  She whirled around in Tig's embrace, pivoting to face him directly as she initiated a more intimate kiss. "Hey, Big Daddy," she greeted him warmly, her tone laced with a hint of playful teasing. "I didn't expect you back so soon. I figured Pops would have kept you out longer," she remarked, her words tinged with a sense of curiosity. As their lips parted, she leaned back slightly, her gaze locked with his. Tig's smile was warm as he idly toyed with a lock of Bellatrix's long, cherry cola-colored hair. "He wanted me to stay," he confessed, "But I told him I had to get back to your pretty lil' ass." His words filled with a tender affection.

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Hours later, the couple found themselves nestled in the comforting embrace of the clubhouse's common room, ensconced upon the plush sectional sofa. Meanwhile, Clay, Jax, and Opie were engrossed in the action unfolding on the massive 85-inch TV screen, which was broadcasting a live NFL game. As the game transitioned into a commercial break, Opie gracefully extricated himself from the opposite end of the sectional, intent on replenishing their libations. With a casual stride, he made his way towards the bar, his presence a stark contrast to the cozy tableau Bellatrix and Tig had created. "Could you two freaks not get all lovey and gross in the fuckin' common room?" he quipped good-naturedly, his words carrying a playful admonition. Tig shot Opie the middle finger, his other hand still gently stroking Trixie's hair. "Excuse me if my Ol'Lady laying on my lap offends you, shithead," he retorted, unapologetic in his response.

Opie rolled his eyes in response, making his way back to the sofa with a hint of exasperation. "It's not a matter of offense, Tigger," he remarked, his tone laced with a touch of amusement. "It's just... unsettling. I'm not accustomed to seeing you display such genuine affection. It's a bit of a departure from your usual sleazeball antics," he added, a playful jab at Tig's reputation.

Trixie looked up at Tig with a sleepy yet lustful gaze, pulling herself up to sit. "Take me to bed and fuck me to sleep, Tigger. Your lil' princess needs a good railing," she said, her tone brimming with sass and sarcasm.

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The next morning, Bellatrix awoke to the gentle warmth of the California sun cascading over her heavily tattooed back. The electric blue numbers on her bedside clock glowed, indicating noon had already passed. She reached out to Tig's side of the bed, expecting to feel his warmth, but was met with cold sheets and a chilled pillow instead. "Dammit, Tiggy," she muttered to herself, a hint of frustration coloring her thoughts.

The petite woman rose from the expanse of the king-sized bed, retrieving yesterday's pastel purple thong from the floor. With a deft motion, she slid it up her legs before wrapping herself in her lover's Teller-Morrow Garage button-down, using it as a makeshift robe. Once semi-clothed, Trixie grabbed her pack of Marlboro Red 100's and Zippo lighter from the nightstand before making her way to the clubhouse's kitchen,As she entered the kitchen, Trixie lit up a Marlboro Red 100, the smoke curling around her as she spotted her stepmother, Gemma. 

"Well, look who decided to wake up," Gemma greeted her with a sly smile. "Tigger must've worn you out good for you to be sleeping in this late, darlin'," she teased, the playful tone of an older woman who knew a thing or two about life's pleasures.

Trixie grinned mischievously as she blew smoke in Gemma's direction. 

"Well, Mama, I reckon you're onto something, especially considering I've still got  Tigger juice drippin down my thighs," she quipped, her words laced with a playful hint of innuendo.

Gemma rolled her eyes, a mixture of amusement and exasperation crossing her features. "Bellatrix Eileen, I did NOT need to know that," she chided with a playful shake of her head.

Trixie couldn't help but grin as she poured herself a generous cup of Folgers Black Silk coffee. With a flick of her wrist, she reached into the fridge for her favorite Mocha-flavored International Delight coffee creamer. "Y'all should know by now that I love to mess with you," she teased, the cigarette dangling from the corner of her mouth adding to her playful demeanor.

Once satisfied with her coffee, the petite, tattooed woman set out in search of her honey.She found him in the shop, diligently changing the oil on his motorcycle.

Trixie sauntered up behind Tig, her steps light and barely audible on the concrete floor of the shop. With a gentle touch, she leaned against his back as he tended to his motorcycle, her demeanor soft, sleepy, and innocent. "Good morning, Daddy," she whispered, the honorific carrying a sense of reverence and affection.

Tig laid the socket wrench he was using on the ground, rising slowly as his left hand traced a tender path up his Princess's tattooed calf, "Well, good afternoon, babydoll," Tig murmured, his voice low and soothing as he leaned in closer to Trixie. "Did you sleep good?" he inquired, his tone filled with genuine concern and affection.

Trixie rolled her eyes playfully as her big, bad biker, stole a sip of her so-called "frufru coffee." "Sure did, HoneyBear, slept like a rock!" she replied, her tone teasing yet affectionate.

"That's good, darlin'," Tig replied, a hint of excitement in his voice. "We've been assigned the Costco run for the big summer bash this weekend. Let me finish up here, and I'll meet you in the shower," he added, his words laced with anticipation.

"Actually, I kinda wanted to watch you work. You look sexy when you're doing all that mechanicin'," Trixie grinned, leaning against the stainless steel toolbench, her gaze fixed on Tig.

The man shot Trixie a flirty grin as he went back to working on his bike, his attention divided between the motorcycle and the tiny woman who was staring at him with pure adoration.

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  An hour and a half later, Trixie emerged from Tig's dormitory transformed into a vision of allure. She was dressed in a black bustier top, paired with black leather skinny jeans that accentuated her curves. Her feet were clad in black Loubi Queen Alta's , adding an extra flair to her ensemble. A cropped black leather jacket completed the look, adding a touch of edginess.

Her cherry cola red hair was styled to perfection, teased and done up to the nines. Her makeup was equally striking, with a black smokey eye that highlighted her eyes, and a wine-red lip that added a bold finish to her appearance. She carried a large Louis Vuitton Neverfull, which was her signature purse.

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The psychotic couple cruised down the road toward Stockton, Tig confidently at the wheel of Bellatrix's prized midnight black 2012 Dodge Challenger. Beside him, Bellatrix sat, her presence a potent combination of danger and allure. Their hands were intertwined on the center console, a silent affirmation of their bond as they embarked on their journey together.

A comfortable silence enveloped the car, the only sound the deep growl of the engine as they sped down the highway. Bellatrix broke the quiet by cracking her window slightly. "You got the Costco card from Bobby, right?" she asked, her voice cutting through the rumble of the car.

Tig nodded, his eyes briefly leaving the road to meet Bellatrix's gaze. "It's in my wallet, punkin'. Did you get the list from Gem?" he replied, his tone casual yet attentive.

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Back in Charming, chaos unfolded as both Jax and his Ol'Lady, Tara, were rushed to Saint Thomas Hospital. The reason? A simple accident: they had fallen while making love in the shower. Both the matriarch and patriarch of the club were furious. While they might have expected such behavior from the Sergeant at Arms and his Ol'Lady, it was a shock coming from the Vice President.

Gemma sat in the absurdly uncomfortable chair of her son's hospital room, disappointment drenching her features. "You're a goddamn moron, Jackson Nathaniel. Leave that shit to your stepsister and Tig," she muttered, her words laden with frustration and concern.

Jax scoffed and rolled his eyes, trying to adjust to the jet-black cast encasing his wrist. "My bad for trying to have a happy marriage, Ma. Is Clay keeping an eye on Tara?" he asked, annoyance evident in his tone. 

"Yes, baby, he is. The doctors are making sure she isn't concussed, although I'm sure she is. She bounced her head off a cast iron tub," Gemma said, her tone informative.

Just then, Clay and Tara strolled into the room casually. Tara's eyebrows jumped to her hairline when she laid eyes on the cast on Jax's left hand. "Oh, Jax, honey, I'm so sorry. Are you okay?" she asked, her tone dripping with concern.

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The Sergeant at Arms and the Enforcer barreled down the highway, heading back to Charming. The trunk and back seat were loaded down with their spoils, while the lady Enforcer laid peacefully asleep in the passenger seat. The song "Luckenbach, Texas (Back to the Basics of Love)" played softly in the background, adding to the relaxed atmosphere of their journey.

Tig glanced over at Trixie with a loving gaze as he reached for the seatbelt she had refused to wear earlier on their journey. "Silly lil' girl," he muttered affectionately, a hint of amusement in his voice.

Pulling into the parking lot of Teller Morrow, Tig spotted Jax and Clay sitting at a picnic table, smoking cigars. Once the car was parked, Jax stalked over to the passenger side and slammed his large palms on the window. "SONOFABITCH!" Bellatrix hollered, jolting awake from a dead sleep.

The tiny woman removed her seatbelt in a flash and practically threw herself out of the car. "YOU MOTHERFUCKER!" she shouted, chasing after her brother.

Tig knew better than to get involved. He stood idly by, watching as Bellatrix chased after Jax like a jungle cat on the hunt. It was clear she could handle her brother on her own. True to form, she caught up to him and proceeded to kick the crap out of him, much like a jungle cat asserting dominance over its prey. 

Although he had to intervene once he saw Bellatrix reach for her blade. While SAMCRO was fine with their Vice President being beaten by his baby sister, knives were where they drew the line.

Tig marched over to the siblings, reaching for the twenty-seven-year-old and pulling her into his embrace. "Shh, shh, darling. Daddy's got you. Big brother got the message, huh, punkin'?" he whispered, trying to calm her.

He left Jax on the ground and carried Bellatrix to the picnic table where her father sat. Tig took a seat, sliding his babydoll into his lap, and then let her play with his left hand so she could self-soothe. 

Bellatrix grabbed his hand by the pinkie and thumb, her voice barely above a whisper. "He scared me, Tiggy. Wasn't expecting him to do that. Shit! We still have to get the groceries," she said, her words a mix of relief and concern for their unfinished task.

Clay eyed his only daughter with concern. "Jax! Prospect! Come here and get the groceries out of Princess's car," he bellowed, his loud voice only serving to frighten Bellatrix more.

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Miscellaneous Master List

*=smut, !=angst, #=fluff, (16+)= not exactly smut but not appropriate for under 16

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[Blurbs]

#Yami and his Vice-Captain

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[Blurbs]

*Uzui and his four wives

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[Alexander ‘Tig’ Trager]

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Tig and his ol’ lady(16+)

Tig who is obsessed with his ol’ lady(16+)

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“Weak” Tig Trager x Reader (GIF isn’t mine) SMUT / Violence . . .

You could see it in his eyes, it had been a tough day. The tension in his shoulders was visible from the kitchen as you watched him hang his kutte on his coat rack and lean down to untie his boots.

“You okay?” you asked, stepping around the kitchen island and closing the distance between you as he stood from kicking his boots off. You reached out to touch his arm, but he shrugged you off, “M’fine,” he grumbled, moving past you and into the kitchen, “Dinner done?” he asked, gesturing to the lasagna that was sitting on the stove, cooling. You took a deep breath, it wasn’t your fault he was being short, he was just stressed. “Its cooling, but its finished. Sit down, I’ll fix your plate,” you forced a smile, gesturing to his kitchen table.

He rolled his eyes and shook his head, “Alright,” he sighed, plopping down at the table as you approached the stove to dish out his meal. You sat his plate down in front of him along with a freshly opened beer and squeezed his shoulder before you returned to plate your own food.

On days like this, being with Alexander Trager was a tough job. It became even tougher when taking into account the fact that you weren’t his wife, old lady, or even his girlfriend. You were just his favorite croweater, the one he allowed to spend the night and didn’t kick out in the mornings. You had made it clear recently that you wanted more, and he had seemed open to it, you just had to keep your cool and take his bad moods in stride. You needed to prove your worth to him.

You sat down with your plate and a glass of water; across the table Tig had his head down, shoveling the food you prepared in his mouth. You chuckled, causing him to look up, “I guess it’s good then?” you smiled. “Too much sauce.” He shook his head, looking back down and continuing to eat. “I made it just like I usually do,” you spoke softly, looking down at your own plate which tasted fine.

“Obviously not.” Tig grunted, tossing back his beer and letting out a belch. He stood from his seat and pushed his plate away from him as if he was disgusted. You watched, trying to keep your cool, as he pulled another beer from the fridge and walked into the den to plop down on the sofa.

Just like that your appetite was gone. You pushed your plate away and stood up, taking a deep breath and walking lightly over to him. You sat down on the coffee table in front of him, placing your hands on his knees and while his head that was once leaned back against the seatback tilted down to look at you, you whispered to him. “Talk to me?” you pleaded, meeting his eyes.

“Nah…” he sighed, looking away and taking a swig of his beer.

“Tig I just–”

“–You just what? You’re not my old lady. I don’t owe you anything.” His words stung like the tears that you were trying to hold back as they welled up in your eyes. “K….” you huffed sadly, standing up and walking back to the dining room to gather the plates none-too-quietly to put them in the sink.

“Right. That’s how you get to be an Old Lady by throwing a fit like a fuckin’ baby when your feelings get hurt.” Tig bit out over his shoulder in your direction.

You threw your water glass in the sink, causing it to shatter as your top finally blew. You were livid. “I don’t deserve this Tig!” you cried out, breathing heavily, your anger bubbling over at how easily he insulted you over and over again.

“You’re right,” he said, standing up from the couch and turning around to face you, “So why are you here?” he asked.

You let out a humorless laugh, “You’ve got to be kidding me. You know what? I’m done with your abuse.” You stomped towards the door, struggling through your anger to put your own boots on as Tig continued to make things worse.

“I hope you’re not bluffing, thinking I’m gonna beg you not to go.”

“No. Tig. I wasn’t expecting that from an asshole like you!” You didn’t care about pissing him off anymore, in fact, you wanted to piss him off like he pissed you off.

“I’d rather be alone anyway!” his voice was getting louder.

“Well you’re getting your wish,” you answered matching his volume, “I’m gone.”

“Am I supposed to be sad?” he was bitterly mocking you now, getting louder.

“No,” you spat, “And neither am I because unlike YOU, I won’t be alone tonight.”

“So?!” Tig growled.

“So! Your. Dick. Ain’t. Shit!!!” You yelled finally before turning and fumbling for your keys in your purse, your anger boiling over making your hands tremble and your breathing unsteady. You could feel the uneasiness in the air as Tig processed the last words you spoke.

“…… What did you say?” His voice was shaking lividly as he questioned you through gritted teeth. He was still standing at the sofa, his fists were clenched, and his jaw was set.

“You heard me,” you growled as you continued to look for your keys.

With that, Tig was striding over to you, his eyes were intense and furious. You were actually afraid for your safety but you held your ground, swallowing your fear and looking him in the eye as he stepped toe-to-toe with you.

“You wanna say it again,” he was daring you.

“Your dick,” you paused, studying his face, “is weak.” Your top lip curled into a scowl before turning into a menacing smile. Of course you were lying, but insulting Tig’s manhood was the only card you had to play, so play it you did.

Tig looked down, tilting his head to the side and cracking his neck. His mouth was moving, but no sound was coming out as he shook his head and flexed his hands, talking to himself.

You had just begun to turn around to leave Tig standing there in his own company when he grabbed your arm, spinning you back around to face him, and pushed you backwards. You couldn’t help the squeak that left your throat as your back hit the door and you threw your free hand up in front of you defensively.

It was Tig’s turn to laugh humorlessly, “It’s not smart to piss someone off who can beat your ass.” You squirmed against his grip, “Tig, let me go.”  His grip was bruising your arm as you tried to pull away.

“Unh Uhh,” he growled, pushing you with even more force against the heavy wooden front door, securing one hand around your throat as he did, and leaning into you, “Remember who you’re talking to, who I am. And next time you decide to get your feelings hurt, remember who you are,” he whispered aggressively in your ear as your chest heaved, both with residual anger from your altercation only moments ago, and now in fear of what Tig was capable of when he was truly angry.

He let go of his grip on your arm, but his other hand remained clasped around your throat as he pulled his face away from your ear to stare into your eyes with his piercing blue ones, his alcohol-ridden breath ghosting across your face while he watched you.

There was a beat of silence where you thought he might let you go and tell you to get out, but then out of nowhere he pressed his lips against yours. Shocked, you tried to pull back but his grip around your neck tightened as he held you in place and stepped in closer, pressing his body against you. He reached up with his free hand, roughly grasping your breast and squeezing it through your shirt as he ground his hips into you. You could feel him becoming hard through his jeans as he rubbed against you. Soon your fear gave way to excitement, his touch eliciting an involuntary moan to escape your mouth. “You like that? Huh?” he whispered against your lips, and you nodded while his fingers uncurled from around your neck and shot down to your jeans to unbutton them.

“You dirty little girl….” he growled, kissing you again but harder this time, biting your bottom lip as he did.

He shoved his hand inside your panties, moving his lips from your mouth down to your neck and biting down on your pulse.

“God, Tig…” you panted, looking up at the ceiling as his assault on your neck continued and he circled your clit with his middle finger. As quickly as he began, he removed his hand from between your legs, tangling his fingers in your hair and pulling your head back to look into his eyes. He kissed you one more time.

“On your knees.” he scowled.

“Fuck you,” you spat, scowling back at him.

He grinned menacingly in response, licking his lips before forcing you down by your hair and unbuckling his own belt to pull his dick out.

“Come on,” he ordered. You just stared at him.

Tig let out an exasperated growl, “You’re just making it worse for yourself.” He warned, yanking you back up to your feet and dragging you into the kitchen.

He stopped when he got to the dining room table, stepping aside and pushing down on your back to bend you over.

“Don’t move,” he warned, moving behind you and jerking your jeans and panties down. You had to stifle a giggle as he delivered a smack to your ass cheek, soothing the sting with a sloppy open mouthed kiss. Just as the sting began to subside, he bit down harshly, causing you to moan loudly.

“You like that?” he mumbled against your skin, “But I’m weak, remember?” he taunted you before pressing his mouth against your exposed core.

“Ohh fuck Tig,” you moaned aloud, your nails scratching at the tabletop you were pressed against as he worked his tongue against your center.

“God… Don’t stop.” You breathed, pressing your ass back against his tongue.

Tig pulled away from you, a low chuckle coming from his throat as he did. He knew how much you hated being teased and he was punishing you for insulting him. He stood up behind you, kicking his own jeans off and stroking himself as he traced the bruise forming on your cheek from his bite.

You began to stand up from your doubled-over position but Tig had other plans for you, placing his palm between your shoulder blades and pushing you back down, “I said…. Don’t move.” he warned as he ran the tip of his length across your entrance.

“Dick ain’t shit, huh?” he asked, as he pushed inside of you and you gasped at the intrusion.

Tig chuckled at your reaction, “What was that baby?” he taunted as he thrusted inside you, making you yell out.

“Shh….” Tig cooed as he stilled himself inside you, “Be quiet, doll. This weak dick shouldn’t be making you scream…” you could hear his smile in his voice as he began to move again. In an attempt to keep quiet, you covered your moans with your hand as he set a fast and violent pace, pounding into you. You knew he was trying to make you moan, scream, yell, and you knew you really wanted to, but you didn’t want to give him that satisfaction. Your body betrayed you though, as your orgasm approached quickly, rippling through your body as your inner muscles spasmed around his dick. You turned your head to the side, a silent ‘Oh’ etched across your face as your knuckles turned white from the grip you had on the table.

Tig bared down on you, reaching forward and tangling his fingers in your hair, pulling your head back so he could press his lips to your ear.

“Tell me the truth, doll,” he teased, “you love this dick.”

You couldn’t keep it in anymore, you let out a moan as he bit down on the shell of your ear, “I love it, Tiggy.” “You fucking love it?” “Yes baby I love it!” You answered just as he shoved his dick in you one last time before pulling out and spilling himself all over your ass. His free hand squeezing tightly on your left cheek while he stroked himself. The two of you let out a sigh at the same time, finishing in a snicker.

Tig slapped your ass, “Get off my table, girl,” he joked, beaming at his job well done.

You turned to him as you stood from the table, kissing him briefly on the lips before walking down the hall to his restroom.

“Hey, start my bath water while you’re in there!” he yelled to you as you reached the bathroom door.

“Watch who you’re ordering around, weak dick,” you winked at him from the doorway as his expression fell into a scowl again and he started down the hall after you.

“You are one hard-headed bitch,” he growled, a smirk beginning to pull at the sides of his mouth as he reached the doorway and pushed you inside the bathroom.

[thisreadswhatever]

The Chase: Part One

Pretty Sweet

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[description]: jax teller x female reader

[wordcount]: 2.7k+

[summary]: Jax Teller is used to getting what he wants. At least that was the case before he met you.

[cw]: 18+ only minors do not interact - AU, follows some canon characters & themes but timeline is different. otherwise none yet, but stick with me, I have a smutty plan!

[authors note]: this has been really fun to write. thank you so much to this anon for requesting this idea! I plan on writing a good few parts of this.. as I am really loving writing this reader insert. if you have any ideas or suggestions on where you would like this to go, please let me know! I absolutely love getting your suggestions. I really hope you enjoy!

It had been a long sixteen hour drive. You sighed with relief as you sped past the large wooden slice, “WELCOME TO CHARMING”. You rolled your windows down, the wind blistering through your hair as you took in the warm California sun. 

You turned the music up, attempting to drown out the events replaying in your head that led you here in the first place. 

Charming wasn’t exactly on your bucket list of places to travel. Your parents had split a few years back, after your mom decided she could no longer handle the baggage that came with the Sons of Anarchy MC. Your Dad was an avid member of the Denver Charter, and she soon realised she couldn’t sit back and watch as he grew deeper into the Club. It was a quick and amicable divorce, made easier by the fact you were an only child and more than understanding of why the relationship had to end. You were old enough to see the pain your mom went through trying to make it work, and you knew that it was the best decision for them both. Your Dad on the other hand, never really got over it. 

When your mom remarried last year, he decided to leave Colorado and transferred to the SAMCRO Charter. Charming was his home now. He’d been begging you to visit him for months, and despite the fact you were genuinely pleased that he was happy, seeing him so far from home and content without his family wasn’t something you’d looked forward too. 

Charming was a small place, and from what your Dad had told you, it had never really left the seventies. Denver was the total opposite, a city full of life and people, and ever growing with new expanding chains of business. Even with the freezing winters, there was always something to do in Denver. But Charming? They barely had a population of fifteen thousand. 

You had evaded the trip for as long as you could, blaming college assignments and exams for the reason you couldn’t make the drive. Now that you’d graduated, the excuses had run thin, and it was time to visit your Dad in Charming. 

You pulled into the road of the address he had given you, entering a long unpaved driveway that ended on the outside of a dainty cabin. Your Dad’s bike was parked stagnant on the dirt. You dug your suitcase out from your trunk and walked up the wooden steps to the porch, bringing your hand to the door to knock. Before your knuckles could meet the wood, the door flung wide and your Dad lunged at you with open arms. 

“You’re finally here!”, he squealed in excitement as he grasped you into a giant bear hug.

“‘Finally’ is right. That was a serious drive, Dad.”

He took your suitcase and carried it through the entryway. “Sure is. I’m so glad you got here safely, kiddo. Come on, let’s get you settled. You hungry? I was just about to make some lunch.”

You followed him inside as you observed the interior of the quaint, dusty cabin. “I could definitely eat.” 

—

Your Dad showed you to your room and then became sidetracked from lunch, giving you a full tour of his new home and the complete low down of all things SAMCRO. He’d explained that the place was owned by the Club, but nobody ever frequented it unless they were in hiding. Your Dad was housed here for the long term, or at least until he could find something he liked better inside the Charming suburbs. 

Once he’d caught you up, he made his start on lunch. You watched as he strolled throughout the kitchen, sitting patiently at the small round dining table. 

“It’s a nice place, Dad. Not sure how I feel that you’re out here all alone though.”

“I’m barely here, kiddo. Spend most of my time down the Clubhouse.” He shrugged nonchalantly as he continued to make sandwiches, dropping a piece of turkey in the process. “I can’t wait for you to meet the guys, y/n. A lot more warm than the ones up in Denver. Some of them are your age too.” He placed the plate in front of you, and you grimaced at the site. Your Dad had never claimed to be a great chef. 

“Thanks.” You smiled at him politely, taking a bite and struggling to swallow down the piece of dry sandwich. “I’m sure they’re great, Dad.”

“So, how’s your mom?” 

You shrugged dismissively, unsure how to broach the uncomfortable topic of the newly weds. “She’s doing well. Mike is good to her.” 

He nodded. “That’s good. I’m really glad she’s happy.” 

It was hard to see your Dad try to be okay with the fact that your mom had moved on. The awkward silence was interrupted by his chair scraping against the floor as he stood up from the table. “Finish lunch and we can head on out. The guys are getting together at the Clubhouse tonight, you can meet them all there.”

You knew an evening with a bunch of Californian bikers was going to be inevitable during your trip. At least you could get it over with on the first night. 

“Sounds great, Dad.” 

—

You weren’t thrilled to be back in the confines of your car so soon after your long road trip, but your Dad knew better than to ask you to sit on the back of his motorcycle.

You rolled the windows down of your car as you followed his bike through the winding road from the cabin. As you re-entered Charming, you passed by locally run stores and cafes. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think this was a quiet, peaceful town. But you did know better. You knew what the Club’s presence actually meant for a small community like Charming. If SAMCRO was anything similar to the Denver Charter, the underworkings of this town would be anything but quiet and peaceful. 

You pulled into the lot of Teller-Morrow Automotive Repairs, instantly drawn to the huge row of Harley motorcycles lined up on the inner bays.

Your Dad parked up and met you outside your car, telling you all about his new job in the garage as you walked together. He led you across the lot towards a small black door, entering into the SAMCRO clubhouse. It was impressive, a comfortable space with its own bar and lounge area. The place was full of MC memorabilia and pictures from the club’s long history. The furthest wall was centered by two large double doors that were surrounded by mugshots of the SAMCRO members. You had visited the Denver Clubhouse enough to know that room was where the decisions were made.

Your Dad introduced you one by one to several members that were there, a few of which he’d mentioned to you that afternoon. Bobby, Chibs, Trager, Juice and Opie all greeted you with open arms. They were extremely friendly and welcoming, just as your father had promised. The one your Dad called Trager seemed very pleased with your arrival, hugging you for a little too long. Your Dad managed to break the long embrace, pulling you away to start touring you around the building. 

“Don’t get too close to that one, kiddo. He’s a little out there.” 

You giggled as you nodded in agreement, “I’ll keep my distance.” 

—

You sat alongside the club’s Secretary, Bobby, on a leather bench that faced out with a view of the entire room. You observed as the Clubhouse filled with more members and women, a handful of which were old ladies. The rest of them, very clearly single. Of all the members you’d met so far, Bobby had been the easiest to talk to. He clued you in on some of the Club’s legitimate businesses, Cara Cara and Red Woody Productions. You figured that’s where most of the girls came from, retired and current porn stars. 

It was a little strange, and anyone else may have felt uneasy seeing their father in this kind of environment. But you were used to the life of girls and guns from growing up with a dad in a motorcycle club. The Denver Charter had its fair share of women in and out of their doors, but mainly just bartenders and the odd crow eater looking for a way in. These girls were more forward, scantily clothed, makeup on point, and obviously comfortable with their surroundings.  

Bobby nudged your shoulder, regaining your attention from the party happening around you. “You know your Dad talks about you constantly. He’s so happy that you’re here, kid. We all are.” 

You glanced over at your father, a huge smile forming as he collected a drink from the bar. 

“He does seem happy. Just weird seeing him away from home.” 

“You got a home here with us too now, y/n.” He placed his arm over you and squeezed your shoulder reassuringly, “we’re your family as much as we are his.” 

“That’s really sweet, Bobby. Thanks.” 

He pulled his arm back as he chuckled to himself, his large stomach bellowing as he laughed. “I am pretty sweet.” 

Suddenly, the front door opened and a roar of drunken welcomes filled the clubhouse as two more members entered. The President of SAMCRO, Clay Morrow, walked in smiling ear to ear, hands held up as though he was a celebrity greeting his adoring fans. You’d heard a lot about Clay from your father, mainly that he was the initial sponsor for his transfer from Denver, and some remarks about what an ass he was. Behind him, a much younger member followed, embracing Opie as he entered. He was different from the other members, not totally clean cut, but you could at least tell he had showered. Not only was he bathed, he wasn’t harsh on the eyes either. You watched as he talked with Opie, his hands pushing his long blonde hair behind his ears as he spoke. 

“Who’s that?” You asked Bobby, your eyes never feigning from the man. 

“That’s Jax. Club’s VP.” 

As you watched him converse with Opie, he suddenly glanced your way, locking eyes with you. You quickly turned away from him and back towards Bobby. 

“He looks a little young to be Vice President”, you mumbled as you took a swig from your beer, still conscious that he was looking at you. 

Bobby laughed, “Yeah, well, he’s a Teller. His Dad was First 9 alongside Clay and Piney Winston, Ope’s pops. Jax has been SAMCRO since he came out of the womb.” 

You raised your eyebrows, glancing back over your shoulder. Jax’s attention had now been obtained by one of the Cara Cara girls. She was pulling him in by his cutte, batting her eyelashes at him as she leaned against the bar. 

Bobby watched as you observed Jax. He sipped his drink, amused by your interest. “He’s known for his way with the ladies.” 

You wanted to press Bobby further, but your Dad suddenly was stumbling over beside you, placing a hand on your shoulder. 

“Come on over here, kid. I want you to meet my sponsor.” 

“The asshole?”, you whispered to him as you stood up from the chair.

He snickered back at you, patting you on the back. “He’s having a good day.” 

—

You were impressed by the brotherhood the Redwood Originals shared. It wasn’t unfamiliar to the Denver Charter, but the way the members of SAMCRO loved one another was palpable. You observed quietly throughout the night as they all ripped into each other with lighthearted banter and spilled beer all over the place. You were conflicted by the fact your Dad fit in so well here. It was painful to know he had chosen this life over one with you in Denver, but you still felt at peace knowing he had found a place in this family. 

He was now slumped over a leather armchair in the lounge, snoozing after one too many beers. You nudged his shoulder, trying to wake him. “I’m gonna head back to the cabin, Dad. I’ll meet you here in the morning?” 

“You sure, y/n?” He tried to stand up as he slurred, but his balance failed him, collapsing back into the seat. “I can lead you back-” 

You chuckled, placing a hand on his head as he closed his eyes, “No way are you getting on a bike in this state. I remember the way.” 

Tig overheard and slid himself beside you, placing an arm across your waist. “We’ll take care of him, sweetie. Don’t you worry. Get back safe, okay?”

You unwound from his grasp, collecting your bag from the coffee table as you searched through the contents for your keys. “Thanks Trager.”

A strange laugh left his throat as he watched you leave, before his face turned straight as a board. “Call me Tig.” 

You said your goodbyes to the members that were sober enough to communicate, and made your way to the parking lot. 

Jax Teller was sitting outside the clubhouse, journal and pencil in hand. He glanced up at the sound of the door opening, a lit cigarette hanging from his lips.

He smiled boldly, in a way that perplexed you. Almost like he was happy to see you, even though you’d never met. He took the cigarette from his lips as he asked, “you’re Ralph’s kid, right?”

“I usually just go by y/n.”

He placed his pencil inside the journal and tucked it snug in his cutte, standing from the bench. “It’s a nice thing you’re doing, coming all this way to see him.”

You nodded, “had to make sure my Dad wasn’t living with some crazed psychopaths, you know?” 

He exhaled, his lips forming a perfect O as the smoke left his lips. “Pretty sure a few of those knuckleheads could pass for psychotic”, he teased. His mouth pulled into an infectious smile, and you couldn’t help but smile back. 

Jax walked closer towards you, your bodies now inches apart. He held out an open pack of cigarettes, prompting you to take one. You shook your head, declining the offer.

 “And what about you? How’s your level of sanity?” 

Jax hesitated. “A work in progress.” 

You smiled politely as you walked past him, making your way to the car. “Anyway, I was just leaving. Was nice meeting you.” 

Jax’s brow creased in concern, “you heading to the cabin on your own?” 

You looked over your shoulder to see him pacing behind you, flicking his cigarette to the cement.

“My Dad’s not exactly in riding order.” 

“I can take you back.” 

You stopped outside your car and turned to him, scoffing at how forward he was. “I met you thirty seconds ago.”

“So?” He shrugged. 

“I don’t really think that’s appropriate.” 

“I’m not asking to get in bed with you, y/n. You can ride the Harley with me and I’ll leave the second you’re in the cabin.” 

You opened the car door, sliding into the seat. “Not gonna happen.” 

“I won’t lay a hand on ya, darlin’,” he raised his hand up, smiling, “scouts honor.” 

You pressed your lips together, suppressing yourself from giggling at his innocent gesture. “I don’t ride bikes.” You affirmed. 

Jax cocked his head at you, confused at the statement. “Denver girl’s scared of bikes?” 

Your eyes rolled at his assumption. “No offense, but I just met you. I’m not sure my safety is your concern.” You shut the car door, realising your window had been left ajar from the way there. You wanted to curse aloud that the good Californian weather enabled the opportunity to ride with the windows down.

Jax didn’t push further, nodding his head as he watched you settle into the driver's seat. “No offense taken.”

Jax leaned his head into the open window, resting his arms on the roof of the car. You turned the ignition, letting the engine roar to life. “Nice to meet you, Jax.” 

“You too, darlin’. Will I see you again?” 

You were looking directly at him, your faces parted only by the frame of the window between you. “I’m here for the week, darlin’.” 

His lips pulled from ear to ear, smiling playfully as you put the gear in reverse, forcing his hands off the car as you pulled out of the parking lot. You peaked in the rear-view mirror, finding Jax still watching you drive away into the Charming night.

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[ravennaortiz]

August 6th features Tig with the prompt "You remembered? Of course I did I'm not a complete asshole" requested by the lovely @hatersaremymotivators .As always my stories are 18+

It was late when you heard the rumble of Tigs motorcycle as it pulled into the driveway. “Happy Birthday sweetheart” called Tig as you met him at the door. His arms filled to the brim with gifts, balloons and sweets. You were taken aback and just stared in awe as your eyes brimmed with tears. The way things had been with the club lately you figured he would have forgotten. “You remembered?” you whispered as you offered him a small smile as he made his way inside grinning at you. “Of course I did! I’m not a complete asshole love” chuckled Tig his blue eyes a light with mischief as he kissed your cheek.

You laughed as he deposited everything on the couch before pulling you into his arms and hugging you. “I’ve missed you doll” he murmured into your neck as he inhaled deeply making you shiver as his lips ghosted your neck. “Missed you too” you whispered as you felt him grab one of your hands.

“What present do you want to open first?” he asked quietly as he moved your hand over the bulge in his jeans making you grin. “Hmmm, so hard. Maybe that green one” you stated smirking as he huffed into your neck. “Funny doll” replied Tig as he quickly tossed you over his shoulder and carried you off to your bedroom as you giggled.

Within in minutes Tig has your pajamas off and you pinned underneath him on your bed. His tongue shoved down your throat as he ruts against you. He moans into your mouth as you wind your fingers through his hair tugging gently. Quickly he starts to kiss down your neck to your breast. Nipping and suckling at your tender flesh as he goes.

“So pretty,” he coos with his mouth full, rolling his tongue over your nipple before nipping the bud with his lips.

He switches to the other one, wrapping his mouth around it, sucking sharply before pulling back, taking your nipple with him before releasing it with a pop. You watch with lidded eyes as he drools all over your tits.

You feel your breathing speed up as he kisses down your body, starting with your lips and ending right above your clit. You feel the little bud twitch in anticipation as he tongues the skin above it making you whine. “Tig… please”.

He meets your gaze and moves his tongue lower finally, sliding the flat of the muscle over your clit. You gasp and toss your head back into the pillows, eyes rolling back as he noisily slurps at your cunt. 

“O-Oh god!” you wail, moaning out noises of pleasure as he pushes his tongue deep within you as one of his thumbs grazes your clit. “Tig” you sob, kicking your feet mindlessly against his back as he captures your clit in his mouth, suckling at the bud, “You’re so good, so good, oh god!” you moan as your back arches off the bed as pleasure courses through you. Tig moans into you as you twitch and pulse around him, flooding his mouth with your sweet nectar.

You barely had time to register what was happening or finish your high before Tig quickly impaled you on his cock. Capturing the moan of his name with his mouth he pumped into you with an animalistic vigor you had never felt before. Each quick snap of his hips had you seeing stars and cuming with such force it leaked around his cock and down your legs. Tig bit down on your shoulder as he slammed into you one last time before coating your soft tight walls with his release.

Panting he collapsed on top of you as he kissed your neck. “More where that came from Doll” he murmured into your neck as his fingers worked there way between your bodies to your swollen sensitive bud making tears pool in your eyes. “Tiggy… too much” you started to whine before he covered your mouth with his as he kept on his torturous touch.

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[little-horror-smut]

Unexpected Encounter Part Two

Kim Coates x Reader (yandere)

18+

Warning; Smut, Sex, Daddy/Kitten play, Kidnap

Disclaimer; This is a 2 part series. Read the first one before you start this. This has more yandere themes in it. This story was requested by a friend.

Part One

You decided you wanted to leave, it was late. “I’m gonna call a cab and go. it’s getting late” You said as you stretched. “Let me call a cab for you. There is no service out here, we need to use the land line.” Kim offered. You nodded “Thanks” You walked over to get your jacket and put it on. You said goodbye to Kim and walked towards the door. Turning the knob you noticed it wasn’t budging. You tried harder, thinking it was an old door. Still no movement. You were confused, why was the door locked? “Hey Kim! Can you open the door, it’s locked.” You called out, thinking he might have locked it because it was already late. You turned around and there he stood, mere inches away from you. “I’m sorry Y/N, I just can’t let you leave”

Kim said as he had a tormented look on his face. Your heart skipped a beat. “Stop fooling around. Open the door” You said, now more serious than before. He looked up at her. “I can’t” He whispered, as he walked up to you. Pushing you against the door. “You’re too beautiful to let go” His hand caressing your cheek. Panic set in, you tried to get free but he was stronger. He gave you a sedative in your arm. “Shh Shhh.. It’s just to relax you” As you felt yourself slip away, he carried you to a bedroom. Tying your hands to the bed frame.

It was the break of dawn, as the light hit your face. You woke up in a blur. It felt like you have had a bad dream. Trying to get yourself up, you realise that your hands are tied above your head. The realization kicking in, that the man who you admired, had kidnapped you in his cabin.

“Good morning kitten” his voice broke through. Your eyes widened and panic sat it. “Don’t worry. I’m not gonna hurt you” His voice was warm and gentle. The weirdest part about this whole ordeal was, that you didn’t even feel that threatened. It didn’t make sense at all. “My wrists hurt” Is all you could say. Your eyes spoke of pleading and pain. He sighed, running a hand through rough curly hair. “I can only loosen you up, if you won’t escape. And right now, I’m not sure that you would stay” There was confusion edged on his face. A clear struggle with his morale. He got up frustrated and walked out the door with a sigh. As you lay there, contemplating what has led you to this moment, you hear Kim muttering to himself. Your mind races with thoughts, wondering what his plan was gonna be. You had a clear confrontation with yourself, why weren’t you as scared as you should have been? Why did the voice of your kidnapper still make your heart flutter?

After about an hour, your bladder rang with need. “Kim!” you called out, hoping he’d hear you. No response. You scraped your throat. “Kim?” You asked a bit louder this time. He opened the door. “Yes?” He asked, as if it was the most normal situation in the world. “I need to use the bathroom” You said, your voice soft. You saw him thinking. He walked over towards you and put his hands on your cuffs. “Alright, kitten. I’m gonna open these up for you and guide you to the bathroom.” He said as his piercing blue eyes locked on yours. Your heartbeat raced, still mesmerized by his eyes. You nodded. “I need to hear you say it” He said with a little frustration in his tone. “I will obey you” You said softly. He smiled and nodded. Kim opened your hand cuffs and led you to the bathroom. You relieved yourself and after splashed some water in your face. You looked at yourself in the mirror, confusion setting in. You took a deep sigh and walked back over to the door. “I’m finished” You said, hearing the door click as you spoke. He guided you back and cuffed you to the bed again. “I don’t want to tie you up, you know that right, kitten?” He spoke, sincerity laced his voice.

A few days had passed. He had been taking care of you, he fed you, let you shower, gave you fresh clothes. Still there was a part of you that didn’t want to leave. You gave in to that feeling, more and more. He slowly became more demanding, there was a power dynamic growing. He told you to speak to him in a certain way. You also noticed he had never called you by his name after the first night. Your new name was Kitten. He came into your room, slowly walking over to you. “You’re so beautiful kitten” He said as he slowly caressed your face. He brought himself closer to you, his lips touching the skin of your neck. It send shivers down your spine. Each one of the kisses on your neck, felt like electric jolts. You felt yourself getting wet as he went down your neck. Slowly adding more sucking to his kisses, little bites and sliding his tongue up and down. You let out a soft moan. His eyes sparkled, seeing you enjoy this. He moved his hand on your thigh, slowly bringing it up. “Beg me for more kitten” He demanded. “Please touch me..” You softly moaned. He stopped, looking into your eyes. Confusion gathered on your face but then you realized what it was “Please touch me, Daddy” You corrected yourself. A smile appeared on his face and he let his hand ride up. His fingers reaching your pussy. He kept his eyes locked on you this entire time. He pressed against your lips and moved his fingers up and down. You leaned into his hand an let out a small moan. He slowly took of your pants, leaving your panties on. He spread your legs and let his fingers find your pussy once more. He caressed it lovingly, making small circular movements. He felt your wetness seeping through. You could see his dick growing in his pants, it wasn’t hard to miss. He had quite the size. Your eyes grew wider at the sight of it. “You like what you’re seeing, kitten?” He asked you with a low and raspy voice. “Yes, Daddy” You replied, purring. He took your panties off and smelled them. Closing his eyes as he took a deep breath. “You smell so sweet” He almost whispered. He spread your legs once again and placed himself in between. He was looking at your beautiful pussy. Taking in each and every fold, every drop of wetness. At first he kissed her, then he let his tongue glide, savouring every little bit. “Mhmm” He moaned as he tasted you. The movement of his tongue was electric, you could feel he had done this a many a time. Moans filled your body, arching your back with every touch. He played with your clit, sucking on it. His fingers teased your entrance, he slid them in one by one. Each movement triggering more and more. “Fuck, you taste so good, Kitten” He said, turning you on even more. His fingers had found the right spot, he curved them and caressed you G spot. Bringing you close to your climax. The combination of his skilful tongue and talented finger work got you on edge. “Daddy, please keep going. I- I’m almost there, fuck!” You moaned aloud. “Beg for it, Kitten” He said in a low rumble. “Please Daddy, I want to cum so badly. Please Daddy, I beg you” And with one final suck, he made you reach your climax. Pulsations and pleasure filled your body. You were shaking and trembling like you never had before. This man made you have the best orgasm in your life. He kept sucking your clit, the pulsation get more. “Daddy, please stop. It’s too much” You begged him. He slowly stopped and dressed you up again. “ You’ve been a good girl, Kitten. This will give you an extra treat.” He said sweetly as he caressed your face and kissed your forehead. “Get some sleep, goodnight Kitten” His voice soft and caring. “Goodnight, Daddy”

[ravennaortiz]

Oh tig lol

𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐍𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐲 🫦❤️‍🔥

This is a random drabble, I just needed to write something 🤣

🫦 comments, likes and reblogs are highly appreciated 🫦

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

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

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

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

[purplerain85]

Betrayal

Pairing: Happy x Reader

Summary: You catch Happy cheating with someone you never expected and Happy clearly needs a reminder why he’s not to mess with you let alone your heart (you are as crazy as Happy if not a little bit more nuts) that person pays the price for your anger and pain and Betrayal.

Warnings: Angst, Swearing, Smut (mentions of Blowjobs, protected and unprotected sex, Oral female receiving, fingering) and a small murder 🙈 at the end.

Tag 🏷️ @withmyteeth @darklydeliciousdesires @jvalentinesworld-cokes-hyna @yourwonkywriter @drabbles-mc @darqchilddaydreamz @reyeswritesmc @samcro-saint99 @happysoldlady @chibsytelford @twistnet @nessamc @indefiniteimagines @raewritesfiction

When you arrived at the clubhouse after working a 12 hour shift, walking up to the doors you can hear two people fucking somewhere in the dark corner, you giggle to yourself and then stop dead in your tracks when you hear his name being moaned…. You brain doesn’t comprehend what you heard at first because you know that voice but there is no way she would do that to you she knows better. But your feet are already walking toward the noise. Hoping and praying that you are wrong.

Unfortunately you are not it’s your “best friend” Brenda (who is smaller than you, blonde hair fake boobs, and prettier than you, in your opinion) and your Husband he has her bent over one of the picnic tables with he has a hand between her shoulders and one on her hip. You know it’s an emotionless fuck at least to him but to her it’s probably not. He has never cheated on you as you never counted the crow eaters from the other charters who just gave him a blowjob and moved on he never did anything like that at home.

Because he knows better he knows how insane you are, besides Gemma you are the only other woman that scares the pants off of him. When you two started dating a certain crow eater refused to get the message, she showed up at the clubhouse trying to get with Happy and you caught wind of her and she disappeared and no one knew what happened even though you were investigated there were no charges because there was no link between you and her as you said you never seen her and no one ever saw you two in the same place and there was no body like the last missing person you were investigated for when you first came in contact with Happy.

Brenda looked up and made contact with you and she gasped and said “Y/N fuck…. I” that was enough to get Happy to look up at you and he went white and pulled out of her ripped the condom off and threw it at Brenda (you were at least happy he used a condom) you just glared at them then turned and walked away back to your car you barely made it out of the parking lot when you heard his bike come to life. You knew he would be home the same time and you were ready to all but kill him or her at this point it didn’t matter this was the worst kind of betrayal you have ever had.

You both arrive home at the same time but you were faster than him as you were able to slam the front door literally in his face which you know is something that set him off. Happy walks in slamming the door so hard the house shook and the smirk on your face told you it was show time. “What the fuck Y/N!” He shouts turn on your heels so fast that he stops in his tracks yelling “no you don’t get to what Fuck the you jerkwad! You! not only did you cheat! you cheated with my best friend the one you think is an air head and keep saying is fake, the one I killed for!” Happy just stand there letting you vent cause he knows you are right and his anger over a door is nothing compared to the anger he can literally feel radiating off of you. “Did you get on your knees for her? Did you eat her out? Because we both know you have eaten me out in forever and she all but fucking demands it with who she is fucking so have you been fucking her all this time?” Happy goes to respond and you cut him off “You know what ? I don’t give a fuck, get the fuck out of my face” you take your wedding ring off and throw it at him and walk to your room and slam the door shut.

Happy stands there in shock as he picks up your ring and starts pacing the living room, trying to figure out why he fucked Brenda he can’t even stand her and her fake ass. At first he tried to blame it on your working so much but he cannot blame you, even after working 12,13,14 hours you still came home and even though you were dead on your feet you still took care of him and he realized that he neglected you and fell into a routine of not taking care of you, and just out for himself. He was literally just looking for a fuck when Brenda hit on him and Jax told him to think about what he was doing. He stopped mid pace and sneered at his clothes all he could smell was her, he ripped his clothes off and walks out back in his boxers and out his clothes in the fire pit and set the clothes on fire. Then went back into the house and had a hot shower so he could wash away everything from his Fuck up away.

Happy walks into the bedroom and sees you laying there in your fuzzy pjs and you watch him (well still glaring daggers at him) while he walks in naked and he slightly touch’s your toes as he walks by and you jerk away and say “don’t fucking touch me” he rolls his eyes and grabs his ankles and pulls you to the edge of the bed (you fight him a little bit but not much that he thinks you don’t want it) and yanks your shorts off and pushes your legs apart and his face is instantly attached to your core and he runs his tongue back and forth from your opening to your clit and eats you like a starved man, moaning so loud at your taste that you can barely keep it together you put your hand on his head to keep yourself grounded, he removes them and places his and your hands on your stomach to hold you still. He pulls to strong orgasms out of you before he is starts to use his fingers while keeping his mouth and tongue working your clit, he finds your g-spot in a matter of seconds and then he pulls your hood back exposing you clit fully to his tongue you are moaning about too much but he keeps going, you have no idea what to do with your hands, they go from his head to his arm trying to pull it lose so his will let go of your hood, to your hair pulling it to the sheets.

When he finally gets your to cum again his fingers are coated with your cream and he sucks his fingers clean while moving up your body you barely register what he is doing tell you feel him pushing into you and you say “I can’t cum again…” he hushes you with a kiss and says “yes you can, I have a lot to make up for” he starts moving slowly passionately while kissing you, sucking and nibbling at your neck, sucking and biting your breast to leave marks and sucking on your nipples. He moves back up to your mouth and says “I am so sorry, there is nothing I can do or say that will make what I did ok, I don’t even know why I did it.” You pull him into a kiss and then slap his ass and tell him to “fuck my like you mean it”. Some how he manages to pull four more orgasms out of him by the second one your are begging him to cum.

You wake up before Happy does and you see about 100 messages from Brenda and what set you off is the fact that she couldn’t even admit that she was wrong she was putting it all on Happy and basically said that he took advantage of her. You messaged her back saying you wanted to meet before she went to work at 8am. And the dumb bitch replied back with “okay 😊”

Happy woke up to Chibs and Jax barging into his house asking “where is Y/N at? Brenda never showed up to work and her mom and boss called the Sheriff” he looked over at the clock and realized it was 4:30 pm he said “I didn’t even realize she left, she was suppose to be off today so she could be anywhere”

Chibs said “well you fucked her best friend and now both girls are missing and both their phones are off but Y/N phone last pinged her and Brenda’s phone pinged North West of here there’s nothing out there” Happy for a look on his face and quickly grabbed his stuff and said he had to go and would call if he needed back up. He got in his van and called Tig “did Y/N ask for that fucking key again?”

Happy and Jax arrived at the factory 3 hours later he saw Y/N car and the side door of the abandoned Factory open and walks toward the door he gets close to the door and all he can smell is acid.

The factory use to make and sell acid but closed down for some reason or another Happy never knew why, he explains to Jax that he knows of this place because this is where he first met you, when he was hired to get rid of someone’s abusive husband but you had found him first as he later found out you had inside information on where he would be because it’s was Brenda’s husband he had been hired to kill and he never trusted Brenda from the get go.

He and Jax walk in and they can hear Brenda crying and begging and calling for help. Jax says “I know a lot of the other guys are scared of her but I had no idea why and I know she is loyal to a fault and is protective of what is her’s but I never imagined she was a killer! How many people has she killed?” Happy looks at him and shrugs “15 that I am aware of and that is including the two she was questioned on since we have been together, I kept her quite tame after we got together, but I think my Fuck up from last night might derail her.” Jax looks at him with wide eyes and says “15? 15! Wait so she did kill that crow eater? Here?” Happy nods to both questions “the acid is so strong nothing is left behind. And since she leaves her phone at home for all her killings and when she goes to work and has an old ass car with no gps and has access to acid vats she know she won’t get caught unless someone snitches on her and she knows that will never be me or Tig will and the weak link is up there begging for her life so don’t piss her off. She scares the piss out of me but I love her more than anything.”

Happy calls out “babe! We are walking up the stairs!” You reply with “who’s we?” Happy says “just Jax and I” as the step up onto the platform which was about 9.5 feet above the massive vat of acid, he assets the scene Brenda’s face is bloody and swollen and is tied to a wooden chair (probably not a good thing) and restrained with strips of cotton (nope definitely not good little Miss Brenda is not coming out of this alive) you look and Happy and say “oh great another person who I have to watch so they won’t tell on me.” Jax raises hands and says “darlin’ I am not telling anyone anything because unlike the rest of my crew who may be scared of my mother and you. I am scared of Happy and I like living! So what is your plan just going to toss her in?”

You smile at Jax and look at Brenda and say “You know after all I did for this bitch she was planning of snitching on me and all of you because she got caught hiring someone to kill her sister but then the guy chickened out and reported her but there was no proof so she decided to seduce you in hopes that I would kill you and then she would kill her sister and she thought she could work it so I would be caught and blamed for everything.” Brenda is crying “no, no, no, I promise I wasn’t going to tell on you, Ha-happy raped me I swear I would never betray you like that.” You look her in the eyes and say “I know Happy and he doesn’t rape woman let alone like to hurt them and as far as I know he has only killed one woman.” Brenda starts going on again about how Happy is this and that that you just roll your eyes and are about to walk over to her but Happy grabs the chair and flings her and the chair off the platform and you hear Breanda screaming tell you hear a splash. You stand there shocked looking at Happy with a fire he knows all to well and he says “now that, that is done can we please go home?” He hands you your ring and you three leave Jax takes the van and you and Happy drive home. Where you rode that man tell you passed out.

[redwood-orginals]

wanted to let everyone know, I see your requests and I’m getting to them!! I had to take a little longer of a break but I’m coming back!! I’m in the process of writing two requests as of right now!!

[shelbsmlynn]

hi lovelies! so if there’s anyone who follows me who also is a writer on this lovely app in any of the fandoms that I am in, I want y’all to understand if I-randomly re-blog a work, it is usually because I am saving it to read for later. I hope this doesn’t offend anyone and you’ll have a wonderful evening.

[love-fictional-ppl]

Tig Trager who is obsessed with his ol’ lady.

Tig Trager who definitely has one or two tattoos dedicated to his ol’ lady.

Tig Trager who will give his ol’ lady head better than anybody else, he’s a pro.

Tig Trager who can only think about his ol’ lady when he’s locked up. Her calls and visits are the only thing keeping him sane.

Tig Trager who will lay his head in his ol’ lady’s lap while she’s reading or watching tv just so she’ll play with his hair.

Tig Trager who steals his ol’ lady’s panties. He keeps them in his pockets so that when he misses her he can sniff them, he’s a weirdo.

[marvelous-slut]

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Happy Lowman

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Juice Ortiz

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