#alexander 'tig' trager

[mysticalmallard]

Lonely Nights

Description: Tig is struggling, and she knows he is but he hates these conversations and will do anything to distract her from them.

Word count: 2,470

Warnings ⚠️: Angst, suggestive wording alluding to smutty things but nothing graphic. But I am still gonna mark this post as 18+ MDNI

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Tig and his girlfriend lay in bed, struggling to get a descent nights rest. Tig stares up at the ceiling with one hand wrapped snuggly around her bare waist. She slowly turns on her side to face Tig, a sign she was still awake too.

"What's on your mind, Darlin' ?" Tig runs his fingers gently down her side in a soothing manner he knows that helps her relax.

"I can't sleep." She says softly, her voice still rasp from the lack of use. She lays her head on his chest, listening to his rhythmic heart beat.

"I've noticed" He responds, his large hand wrapping around her body and pulling her closer.

She sighs and nestles her head into the crook of his neck. He runs his fingers through her hair, massaging her scalp. "You worried about something?" He breaks the silence as he continues to soothe her.

"I'm worried about you." She looks up at him from her spot on his chest, her head resting on her arm that is placed against him.

He turns his attention to her, a surprised look on his face. "Me?" He almost laughs.

"Yeah..." she sighs "things at the club are crazy right now and you are barely home anymore.....and since...Donna....you know the way she died....I'm just worried about you.." she whispers wanting to get her point across without upsetting him.

Tig sighs and leans forward to place a tender kiss at the top of her head. "Ain't nothing gonna happen to me doll. I'm fine." He leans back against the pillow and pulls her closer once more.

"Please don't give me that." She rolls her eyes at his nonchalance. "I haven't seen you in almost a month. You look like you've barely been sleeping, I can see the bags under your eyes, and God only knows how much you've been drinking. I'm really worried Tiggy"

Tig looks down at her, a look of annoyance crossing his face. "You sound like my mother right now." He says with a hint of distaste in his voice. "Please, just let it go."

"No...I'm not going to let it go. You aren't looking good and I'm worried you're going to get yourself hurt or...." She trails off, not wanting the words to actually come out of her mouth, afraid of speaking it into existence.

Tig's eyes soften at her tone. He knows she was worried, but he was fine, damn it all. He tightens his grip around her waist, rolling her to her back while he holds himself over her body."I'm fine, Darlin' ," he says in a tone she knows is only meant for her. He leans down close to her ear, his breath hot on her neck. "Stop worryin' so much...you're gonna go grey before ya hit thirty."

She lets out a shaky breath at the feeling of his breath on her skin. She gently rests her hands on his shoulders while he peppers light kisses along her neck. "Stop trying to distract me." She responds, her voice soft.

"It's working, ain't it?" He asks in between kisses, his hands gently roam her body. "Besides, I'd rather do this than talk about all the crap that's going on." He leaves a slight bite to her sensitive skin, her gasp only encouraging him.

"Well, I-" Her mind goes blank as his kisses make their way across her collarbone and onto her chest. He knew damn well what this did to her and he was using it to his full advantage.

His touch is gentle but firm against her skin as his hands roam her body, exploring every inch of her body he could in this moment. The room is filled with her soft gasps and sighs, her fingers lightly tracing his shoulders and arms as he makes his way slowly down her body.

He smirks against her skin as her hands find their way into his hair, pulling softly to coax the sound of a quiet moan from his lips. All her worries seemed to melt away when he touched her like this, but she still couldn't shake the feeling in the back of her mind.

His lips continue their gentle assault down her body until he reaches her stomach. He kisses her hips before going lower and leaving a trail of kisses on her inner thighs. She moans when his lips meet the sensitive skin and he grins between kisses.

She's now a panting mess and every worry she previously held was gone the moment he started touching her. One of her hands grips the sheets while the other still held tightly to his hair.

He continues his slow, languid kisses, enjoying every soft moan and gasp that escapes her lips. This was a good way to distract her, he thinks to himself. Her mind was far too occupied to think about anything else.

He takes his time in leaving his mark, knowing she wouldn't complain about any of the possessive love bites he would leave in her body. He could never get enough of the way she fell apart in his hands, completely at his mercy.

The only coherent thought she seemed to be able to keep in her head is the thought of how damn good he was at this. His mouth and hands worked in perfect harmony against her skin, sending her into a dizzying whirlwind of pleasure.

He could feel the way her thighs trembled under his touch and how her breathing was uneven and ragged. His own breathing grew heavy and she could feel the way the quiet moans vibrated against her skin.

He continues his gentle assault until she is left writhing beneath his touch, her eyes squeezed shut as the first wave of pleasure takes over her body. He places gentle kisses on the inside of her thighs as she slowly comes down from her high.

He moves back up to her side and pulls her against his body, holding her tightly against his chest. He tucks her head under his chin and wraps his arms around her. His fingers trace soothing patterns across her skin and gently pulls the sheets up and over their bodies.

She nestles her face into the crook of his neck, breathing in his scent. As she starts to come back down to reality, the worries flood her mind again. Tig feels her tense in his arms, knowing what she was thinking about again.

"I can hear ya thinkin', Darlin'," He murmurs into her hair. His hand continues to move gently up and down her back.

"Can't help it," she says softly, her head still tucked under his chin. It was like a switch flipped and reality came back in full force. "I just...I worry about you. And...I worry about us."

Tig's grip tightens at her words, and his fingers stop their gentle patterns. "What do you mean you worry about us?" He asks, a hint of unease to his voice.

She lifts her head so she can look up at him, her lips slightly parted. "Everything is so chaotic with the club right now. You barely have any time to yourself and when you do, you come home either hurt, exhausted, or both. You barely eat or sleep at home and I'm worried you're going to get yourself killed. And on top of all of that, we barely spend any time together anymore." She says the last line quietly.

Tig's heart aches at her words, a pain in his chest as he stares down at her small form pressed against him. She was right, he knew she was. But she also knew the club came first. "Doll', you knew when we started dating I came in a package deal. The Sons come first, you know that."

"I know...and I'm fine with that, really I am" she sighs looking down tracing circles on his chest trying to find the best way to word it. "I guess I thought there would still be some time set aside for us...for you....I know its not realistic to have a fixed schedule and that you could be needed at any moment...but you deserve a day atleast..." she mumbles eyes down.

Hearing her say he deserves a day made his heart throb in his chest. He gently cups her face in his hand and guides her eyes up to his. "Darlin'...you know I-" he stops in the midst of his rebuttal as he sees the way her face looked. It was a mix of frustration, worry, and....sadness.

"I'm not asking you to set aside time every week, don't get me wrong." She sighs, her voice still a soft whisper. "But you're still human, you need to eat and sleep more than two hours a night. I just want you to...take care of yourself more. Be a little more careful with yourself." She says softly, her eyes pleading.

Looking into her eyes, he feels like he's looking into a wounded animal. She was worried about him, she genuinely didn't want anything to happen to him. He sighs and pulls her flush against his body once more, resting his forehead against hers. "You know I can't make any promises, Darlin'."

Her eyes close as he pulls her body against his, but a slight pang of hurt shoots through her. "I don't care if you make a promise, I just want you to try." She whispers, a desperate, pleading edge to her tone.

He winces at the tone in her voice. Damn it, he hated when she used that tone. He didn't want to worry her, but how could he make promises that he couldn't keep? "I-" he pauses for a moment, trying to find the right words. "I will try, okay? I'll fucking try, Doll'..." he says so softly she almost thinks she imagined it.

He opens his mouth to say more but his phone ringing interrupted him. He picks it up from the side table, they both recognise the number flashing on the screen.

Tig glances down at her to gauge her reaction knowing full well what the number meant. He had to leave now. He knew he did, but God damn he didn't want to.

He answers the phone anyway.He gives a simple "Yeah," to whoever is on the other end of the line. His gaze doesn't leave hers, but a guilty look is plastered across his face. He knows he's about to ruin her night again, it happens far too often now.

She's watching him with a hint of desperation and sadness in her eyes, already knowing the conversation will end the way it normally does. With him leaving.

As the person on the end of the line responds, Tig reluctantly tears his eyes away from her and glances at the clock. "I'll be there in twenty." He says before hanging up.

His heart clenches as he looks back at her, knowing exactly what she's thinking. This is how it always is: him getting a call at night and having to leave, leaving her in bed, alone, after she just poured her heart out to him. "Darlin'...I'm—" He stops mid sentence and sighs. It was pointless to even try to justify it, she knew the club came first.

She says nothing, sitting up off of him pulling the sheets to cover her chest....pausing looking up at him a small frown on her face "Ride safe, yeah?" She whispers with a small forced smile on knowing there was nothing she could say to make him stay.

Tig sighs as she sits up, knowing she's trying to push her feelings aside for now. "Yeah." He says, his eyes never leaving her's. It felt like a knife to the gut seeing her trying to pretend to be okay in this moment. "I'll be back before you know it." He tries to soothe her nerves but he knows it's pointless.

He sits up now too and turns away from her, his bare feet meeting the cool wooden floor. He stands and quickly grabs a pair of jeans from the dresser and pulls them on before grabbing a t-shirt and his socks. He gets dressed as quickly as possible, knowing he didn't want to draw this out any longer.

Once he's fully dressed he turns his attention back to her, still sitting on the bed looking so small and vulnerable. The sight makes his heart ache but he pushes the feeling down and moves back to her. He cups her face in his hands and gently kisses her forehead, feeling her body tense under his touch.

"I'm sorry, Darlin'." He whispers as he continues to hold her face in his hands. He sees the sadness in her eyes, the loneliness, and it hurts him to know he was the cause of it. He gently kisses her forehead again before moving his hands away from her face. She doesn't say a word, just continues to look at him, the hint of a lonely frown evident on her face.

He sighs and turns away, glancing at the clock on the bedside table once more. "I gotta go." He says finally, though it pains him to say the words. He hates leaving her like this, but he had a job to do and the club was waiting for him.

He moves around the foot of the bed and to the bedroom door, not stopping to look back at her knowing he'd lose his will to leave. He pushes the bedroom door open and walks through it, pausing in the small hallway for just a moment. His heart is in his throat and it feels like he's about to choke on it but he says the line he always does and he does it as gently as he can. "Don't wait up, Darlin'."

She waits until the sound of his bike completely faded out, and the silence of the night returned before she allowed herself to let her tears fall. She held them in as he got dressed and left, but now that she was left in the quiet of the house, alone, she couldn't stop them anymore.

She curled up in the bed, pulling the covers tightly around her body to try and seek comfort from the absence of Tig now. The quiet sobs shook her body and her tears soaked the pillow under her head and face.

The situation they were in was an endless cycle; he would leave, she would be alone and sad, he would come home, a short amount of time would be set aside for 'them' and then they would be on a timer until the next time he had to leave. It was the same cycle over, and over, and over again, and if something didn't change soon, she had a feeling it was the beginning of the end for them.

[bullet-prooflove]

4000 Follower Celebration Bingo Card

I am coming up to 4000 followers on the old blog and I would like to say a massive thank you to everyone who has taken the time to follow me, it means everything to me that you enjoy my work!

Secondly let's celebrate with a little bingo!

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One Bingo Square per Character

One Bingo Square/Char per ask

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If a Char/Square isn't working for me, the Square will be reset.

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Any questions just ask!

[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.

[dallianceangel]

Happy Christmas... Not 🎄🏥

another drabble for you x

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“Jesus Christ, babe, you really know how to ruin Christmas Day.”

You roll your eyes as you say it, wincing as you shift in bed. Tig is leaning against the doorframe, grinning like he’s won the lottery.

“Takes two to tango,” Tig replies, still smirking. “Besides, you’re the one who bought the damn sex positions book.”

“Yeah, and I wish I hadn’t, Tig.”

He chuckles, walking over towards you. “You’ll walk it off.”

“I’ve got a fucking broken leg, you dumbass.”

Tig laughs, shaking his head as he pulls up a chair beside your hospital bed. “Yeah, yeah, drama queen. But you gotta admit, it was one hell of a ride.”

You try to stay mad at him, but a smile escapes. “You’re lucky I love you, I’d have killed you if I didn’t.”

Tig reaches out to hold your hand, laughing. “I love you too, babe.”

[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.

[ravennaortiz]

Tales of a Free Use Old Lady Masterlist

Summary: A tale of how an Outlaw Biker finally found and felt love with a woman who had never felt truly wanted and needed.

As always my stories are 18+. This particular series has darker themes so adding Dead Dove Do Not Eat. The Rules chapter gives you a idea of what all you might find in this series!

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1) The Rules :Read this to get an idea of content!

2) The Beginning -A jealous Tig makes his move in an unorthodox manner.

3) Next -Tig sends back Half-Sack to finally get his turn. While he is gone he announces his engagement to Juice and Chibs.

4)

[bluecruz97]

Sons Of Anarchy One Shots Part.1

Gemma: I sleep with a gun under my pillow.

Tara: I sleep with a knife.

Y/N: Both of you are pathetic.

Tara: Oh yeah? What do you sleep with?

Y/N: Tig!

Tig: 🤭

[drakoneve]

Sons of Anarchy Masterlist

Requests are OPEN. Who I write for listed below the cut;

Tig Trager

Long Run.

Tig w/ a cat person

Chibs Telford

coming soon...

Jax Teller

coming soon...

Juice Ortiz

Destined Meetings.

Opie Winston

coming soon...

Happy Lowman

coming soon...

[bouncehousedemons]

Max has been rewatching Sons of Anarchy over the last month or so, and I usually quietly sit and write while he does this, but I'm never beating the old man fucking allegations, because every time this man is on screen it feels like I forget how to breathe.

[could-they-be-a-pro-wrestler]

How successful would Tig Trager…

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[mrsfilipchibstelford]

[mysticalmallard]

Summary: Tig messes up and hurts the one he cares about

Word count: 458

Pairing: Tig Trager x OC (can be read as xreader little to no description)

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Swing and a miss

You were drinking with Tig at some random run-down bar just outside of Bakersfield.  

When the next thing you know you are standing in the middle of a huge bar fight. Of course, Tig is right in the middle of it. 

As the fight was calming down you went up to Tig as he was about to take a swing at a boy, no older than 15, as you grabbed his arm, he took a swing at you which connected right in-between your eyes. The impact of the punch made you fall flat on your ass and made you grab your nose frozen in shock.

After this the entire room fell silent, everyone just waiting to see what would happen next. Tig was absolutely horrified at what he had just done. His face immediately paled, and his body failed him, he wanted to run over and hold you, but all he could do was stare at you with a guilt-ridden face. It was left to Juice to pull you up and back onto your feet. after he inspected your, now blood covered, nose and chin he gently corralled you into one of the bathrooms away from prying eyes. 

The moment you were behind the door the bar erupted into loud accusations of whose fault it was, but Tig could not hear any of them he was still in shock. He hit you. He actually just hit you. What has he done? He could not lose you. As he slowly came back to reality everyone else had stopped their arguments and were all just staring at him.  

Chibbs was the first to approach Tig “you alright mate?” 

No words left Tigs mouth he just slowly shook his head with a look of pain on his face. What the fuck was wrong with him why does he mess up everything good in his life?  

A few minutes pass you and juice still haven't left the bathroom. He desperately wants to go in and see if you were okay but he didn’t know if you wanted to be anywhere near him right now...god he feels like shit how could he be so careless around you he should have stayed out of the stupid fight which was over nothing and stayed by your side to make sure you were safe, instead he was he let his petty rage take over him.  

By now everyone was just sat at the bar giving tig a hard time, joking about how much trouble he was going to be in and that they didn’t want to be him... 

Tig was not looking forward to the argument that was sure to unfold the moment you step out of the bathroom he was dead, and he knew it. 

[bullet-prooflove]

Thursday 'Bring the Noise' Prompt List

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Give me grace, bury my sins

I’ve been watching you for a while

only you have shown me how to love being alive

You ain't nothing they can handle

I was told not to love him

Strike to kill, you know I will

'Cause I loved you, I swear I loved you Til my dying day

A winding road where strangers meet

Youll only have yourself to blame when you let everything go bad

She was sweet like honey

If I'm on fire, you'll be made of ashes too

With a single word And a gentle touch You turned a moment Into forever

Give me one kiss for the road, boy

Shattered glass 

Driving past a graveyard on a lonesome street

I was left here to die

They don't know a thing about you

You're so gorgeous 'Cause you make me feel gorgeous

When something hurts this much I know its real

If she's gonna go Well then I'm going with her

When I fold, you see the best in me The joker and the queen

Count the days I survived

There's a place for me, Somewhere we can sleep

She's mean and she's mine

All the little flowers gave me something to believe in

And I know you could fall for a thousand kings And hearts that could give you a diamond ring

She's on the tip of my tongue

You make him so god damn handsome

Can't hold me back from where I need to go

Now you can fight the feeling only for little while Until she's back in your dreams with her beautiful smile

Hidden in the pages of the New York Times at home

She's on the top of my thighs

I'm gonna live my life like I'm gonna die young

Been a couple years of living on the road

so pretty whenever you're around

Don't have to say what I'm thinking now

And if I'm dead to you, why are you at the wake?

You could have my heart and I would break it for you

Its the best love Ive ever had and I dont want to let you go

I wanna see Paris, I wanna see Tokyo

Don't tell me that you didn't try and check out my bum

Weepin' in a sunlit room,

We rattle this town, we rattle this scene

Though you try to tell me that you never loved me, I know that you did, Cause you said it and you wrote it down

You had to kill me, but it killed you just the same

I'm gonna spend my time like tomorrow won't come

I won't regret cause you can grow flowers from where dirt used to be

I wanna be careless even if I break my bones

'Cause when I'd fight, you used to tell me I was brave

Cursing my name, wishing I stayed

Ain't gonna stop until you win this fight

You turned into your worst fears

And you're tossing out blame, drunk on this pain

[love-fictional-ppl]

Miscellaneous Master List

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

[Yami Sukehiro]

[Blurbs]

#Yami and his Vice-Captain

[Tengen Uzui]

[Blurbs]

*Uzui and his four wives

[Joker]

[headcanons]

*#Heath Ledger’s Joker as a bf

[Alexander ‘Tig’ Trager]

[Blurbs]

Tig and his ol’ lady(16+)

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

More coming soon…🙏🏻

[dallianceangel]

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You’re on the kitchen table, legs spread as Bobby’s head rests between your thighs, him sucking and licking at your clit. The pleasure is intense, and you moan softly.

The door swings open, and Tig walks in, eyes widening at the scene. “What’s going on in here?”

You look up, breathing erratically but managing to smile at him. “Tig, join in.”

Tig grins, stepping closer as he pulls down his pants, watching Bobby shift your position by helping you off the table and bending you over it, kneeling on the floor as he continues to suck and lick at your clit, finger fucking you as well. “No need to ask me twice.”

You gasp as Tig enters you from behind, adding a new layer of pleasure. “Holy fuck.”

The door opens again, and Chibs walks in. He takes in the sight, then approaches. “Room for one more, lass?”

You nod as you eagerly open your mouth, and Chibs enters you.

Your moans become louder, overwhelmed by the sensations from all three men. You were only too happy to oblige, enjoying every moment of this encounter, knowing that life is too short and you’ve just got to do crazy shit once in a while.

From a distance, Clay and Gemma walk out of their dorm room and into the bar area. Clay smirks, nudging Gemma having noticed the scene. “Looks like they’re having quite the time.”

Gemma looks shocked, shaking her head. “Oh, Jesus. I hope they clean up the kitchen afterwards.”

Moments after Clay and Gemma exit the clubhouse, pleasure overwhelms you, and you let out a cry as you squirt, the sensation hitting you hard.

[little-horror-smut]

I just love this one