#alexander tig trager x reader

[bullet-prooflove]

36. I got a hard head but her ass soft

for TIG TRAGER

Tagging: @kmc1989 @mortal--soul @spookyboogyuniverse @anime-weeb-4-life @nu1freakshow

Christ you have such a beautiful ass, Tig could spend all day tangled up in this bed, spanking it, biting it, fucking it. He’s already pressing deep, his hand tangled in your hair pulling your head back as he thrusts into you.

Already he can feel the climax building at the base of his spine, that ferocious wildfire surging through his nerve endings as you cry out his name for the third time that evening.

“That’s it baby, give it to me,” He mutters as your entire body tightens around his cock. “Come on, give it to me.”

You hit that peak and euphoria, it explodes thorough his body like an IED, tearing at his sanity as his hips stutter, his release spilling into you. When he pulls out, his palms come to rest upon your cheeks keeping them spread as he watches his cum leak out of you.

“God, I just want to fuck you all over again.” He whispers, smacking your ass and you moan like a whore into the pillow because you just can’t get enough of him. “Think you can take another load?”

“I don’t know Trager.” You murmur, glancing over your shoulder with that sinful smile of yours. “Do you think you’ve got another in you?”

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[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 you he can sniff them, he’s a weirdo.

[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.

[dallianceangel]

𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐍𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐲 🫦❤️‍🔥

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

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“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.

[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)

[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.

[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]

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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...

[ankhmutes]

WIP Wednesday: Sons of Anarchy

I saw somehwere it was WIP wednesday so here's a little piece from something I am working on for Sons of Anarchy, the title is yet to be determined and the length is I don't fucking know how long, just gonna keep going until I find a sweet spot to stop at and wrap it up in a pretty bow. <3

“Chibs, they want her.” the prospect said, coming up to the doorway. Chibs nodded and leaned back to look at you. “You’re up, Daisy.”

“If the shorts fit.” you say as you change your posture, taking a moment to channel your inner Daisy Duke. You smiled tightly at Chibs and nodded to show your understanding, that Amanda would be your responsibility. You half-saluted, and walked out of the office, turning on all of the sex appeal you could, sliding into your Irish accent as you spoke for the camera.  You could see Amanda with the crow eaters, her blue eyes shooting daggers of envy at you for being in an office with a Son. Even worse, he was not even a prospect! He was a full-fledged member.  You could see the jealousy rolling off her in waves.

You licked your lips as you kept your eyes on Chibs and his friend, their presence keeping you nice and relaxed. You pretended they were there for you, for the show, and it helped keep you going. You found yourself smirking saucily at the ice-blue eyes of Chibs’s friend, and putting on your best orgasmic performance. It got tiring having to repeat it for the camera, to re-do some scenes because of the lighting, but you didn’t think it was half-bad, especially if it could get Chibs and his friend all hot and bothered. The sons didn’t usually stay around, but you felt a slight smug glee at the fact that the two specific Sons had decided to stay behind just for your "Daisy Duke" performance. 

It was finally done, and you were able to leave the set. You moved out of the way before Amanda could intercept you, hurrying to get cleaned up the best you could. You felt sticky and gross, but you did like that sense of accomplishment you got when you walked by and saw Chibs’s eyes were a full-blown brown, full of heat. 

“Where do they find these girls, Tiggy?” you could hear Chibs grumble to his friend. Tiggy, you murmured to yourself. Of course. The one that Amanda had been shitting on. You smiled and hurried up with your cleaning, sliding on clean underwear and clothes, wishing you had decided to wear something cute and sexy instead of your well worn jeans, and faded Jack Daniels T-shirt. At least the T-shirt was very low cut and showed off your boobs decently. You at least had that to flaunt. 

“They offered me free candy from their windowless van.” you yelled out to the boys.

[abbatoirablaze]

Tig's Daughter, Chapter 4

Word Count:  3.1k

Juice’s POV

"Hey sweetheart," one of the girls smiled at me. I shrugged her off, rolled my eyes and went further into the strip club. I needed to forget what went down tonight. All of that bullshit.

Def Leppard came on just as I sat down, and I watched as the next girl started her set. She danced along the pole, doing some tricks. Her body was grinding against the pole as she removed her top. As the second verse hit, she was sliding down the pole. She rolled onto her stomach for a brief second and a few guys threw bills at her because they saw her tits get pushed together. She rolled over onto her back and by the chorus she was looking me dead in the eye.

Her back arched and she slid out of her skirt.  I continued to watch her through her set.  Not putting any bills down, her attention went to other 'customers.'

Enjoying simply being a voyeur in the situation I put a drink order in. I watched her until her song ended and she moved down to the next pole after collecting her money. A few of the guys moved to the next stage with her.

I felt a little jealousy in the pit of my stomach as she continued to pay attention to the guys.

'they're paying her bills you asshole.'

I hadn't even noticed that she was gone until two songs later, when a waitress asked if I wanted another beer.  Shaking my head, she left me alone.

"So, is staring at strippers a hobby?"

I looked to my left, and there she was. She had wrapped herself in a robe and was smiling at me.

"More or less."

She laughed and sat a shot down next to me.

"Well, it's nice to see a new face."

"What are you staring at?"

"That girl?" I asked the prospect. He looked to where my hand went, "she been here long?"

"Alex?"  Her name sounded like a surprise coming out of his lips.  I gave him a look.

"Yeah, you know her?"

He shook his head nervously, "uh, no, not really. Got in town a few weeks ago. Just moved here."

"She with anyone?"

"I don't think so…at least not officially," he chuckled, shaking his head yet again while taking a sip of his beer.  I raised my brow as he smiled at her, "I think her-"

"KIP!"

He immediately ran over to her, and I couldn't help but feel jealous again.

How did he know her?  Were they friends?

He left her at the bar, but only for a second. He came back a few moments later with a case of beer which she began loading into the back of the cooler. He repeated the process a few more times and then came back with a bucket of ice before someone else pulled him in another direction.

"I don't think I've ever seen you give any of us any money."

"Just a place to unwind."

"Most men unwind with their wallets here," she laughed. I smiled as she leaned forward, "you know I've seen you here every night I've worked...none of the other girls have seen you when I'm not here...you following me?"

"Just a fan."

"Well do you have a name, just a fan?"

"Can I tell you it over a private lap dance?"

"That sounds amazing."

The prospect came back with a beer for me.

"What's this?"

"Alex noticed yours was empty," he said, referencing the empty bottle I held in my hand, "she told me to get you another one."

I took it from the prospect and handed him my empty and he was on his way. I watched as she smiled and chatted up members from her spot behind the bar.  It wasn't until two beers later that I'd managed to get one for myself.

"Was starting to think the prospect was gonna deliver em to you all night," she laughed as she saw me amongst the crowd at the bar, “want another?”

"Figured I say hey."

"Nice to see you outside of work, Juice."

Her lips met mine as she ground her hips against me.

"Wait," I paused, pulling away from her, "are you single? Is this allowed?"

"No one is watching us, Juice," she giggled, leaning forward. She caught my lips again. And for a second I caved and met her intensity, “I don’t think it matters behind this door.”

"Wait. Are you single?"

"For the moment," she laughed, "I don't exactly pull everyone into a dance and then spend that time making out with him."

"Well, I mean this is what, our fourth date?"

"Are you counting every time I give you a dance?" she asked curiousy, "are you calling them dates?"

"Shit, I-"

"It's cute," she smiled, cutting me off. Her hips ground against mine again and I groaned. She smirked so I pulled her hips down even more so she could feel how hard I was, "fuck."

I smiled as she moaned.

My jeans and boxers and her lingerie were the only material between us. But it all still felt like there was too much there. I wanted to be closer to her.

"Do you have a problem with that?"

"No," she said, shaking her head, "not at all."

My lips caught hers as I pulled her into my room. The door slammed behind us and I slammed her against it. She moaned and bit my lip playfully.

"Fifteen minutes, right?"

"Juice that's only at the club," she giggled, “we’re obviously not at my club.”

I smirked as I felt her hands go down to my jeans, "what are you doing, sexy Lexi?"

"Don't you want this," she whispered against my ear. She began kissing down my neck and I had to stifle a moan when she started nipping at my collar bone, “isn’t this what you’re looking for, Juice?”

"Oh I do," I moaned, gripping her hips a little bit more, "I just want to make sure you want this too."

"What date?"

"Tonight, makes six?"

"Yeah," she whispered softly, “I want this.”

Half-Sack’s POV

"Hey, where'd you go?"

"Just talking with one of the guys," she shrugged. I leaned against the door frame, not entirely believing it, “What…”

"I was starting to think you didn't want to do movie night."

“Of course I want to do movie night with you,” She smiled at me, "you really wanna…even after our last conversation?"

“I can’t keep doing this,” she muttered sadly as she drew little shapes on my chest, I looked down at her and my heart broke.  I pulled her closer against myself, “Kip…”

“We have to keep it a secret,” I muttered, “you-“

“I’m eighteen now…have been for weeks…that’s how we got here,” she said delicately, her nails dancing across my chest.  I felt my heartstrings tug as I looked at her bare form against mine, “Kip…I want more.”

“Alex…we can’t…”

I nodded, "Of course.  I still have feelings for you, Alex…that didn’t change."

"Give me two minutes," she offered. She reached into the dresser and grabbed something and then ran into her bathroom, "you can pick the movie."

I chuckled as she ran into the bathroom. I walked into her room and closed the door, "do you have any preference?"

"No," she yelled through the door, “it’s up to you.”

I went over to where her movies were and started looking.  What did I want to watch?  What would she want to watch?

"So what'd you pick?"

I turned to look at her and lost my breath. She had changed over into a simple cami and sleep shorts, but she was beautiful.

"Kip?"

"I don't know," I admitted, knowing suddenly that this would end up just like every other time the two of us had spent together alone since she became legal.  I cleared my throat and shook my head, trying to push the image of her moaning beneath me from my mind, “wh-what um, what do you want to watch?"

"Pick something scary," she giggled, "I want to see something good."

"You see the last Saw movie that just came out?"

She shook her head. I smiled and ran over to my room, grabbing it quickly. When I came back, she was gone. I got the DVD popped into the player and fast forward to the title screen. A few minutes later she came back with popcorn.

"I could have gotten that."

"You were getting the movie up," she smiled, “it’s no big deal.”

I nodded, ignoring the pang in my stomach.  I hope the other guys didn't see her like that.  Jealousy began to surge through me.

"Come on," she smiled, leading me to her bed. She laid down and put the popcorn on her night table. Removing my shoes and kutte I sat down on the edge of the bed, "come on Kip, I don't bite."

"You can call me Eddie you know," I smiled, "Kip and Half-sack are nicknames.  You don’t have to only call me Eddie when we…”

"Edward Kip Half Sack Epps," she smiled, poking my cheek.  I could see the slightest bit of sadness behind her eyes as she snuggled up with her blankets, "somehow that fits you."

"Yeah." 

"I like it," she sighed.  When I started the movie, she looked at me, "come closer.  Lay down.  We're watching a movie." 

I nodded, delicately moving closer towards the middle of the bed.  When I made it far enough, she put the popcorn in my lap.  

The movie opened up with some guy being strapped to a table, a pendulum ready to cut him in half if he didn't crush his hands.  I wasn't too focused on it.  I mostly stared at my lap.  

Alex had snuggled up to me.  That wasn't the issue.  She had been eating popcorn, but her other hand was resting on my thigh.    It wasn't until she jumped and gripped my thigh that I actually looked at her.  

"I’m sorry, I didn't expect that." 

"You okay?" 

She nodded, and snuggled up to me even more, putting the bowl on my side of the night table.  

"You sure you’re okay?" 

I wrapped my arm around her so that she could cuddle up into my chest a little more.

"Yeah." 

"We don't have to watch it if you don't want," I offered, “I just thought…”

"No," she said, shaking her head at me, "I want to. " 

"Listen," I chuckled, pausing the dvd, "if it's too scary we don't have to watch it.  Especially right now.  We can watch something else.  I won't get mad." 

"I want to watch it," she said, sitting up and staring at me, "Please Eddie?" 

Shit.

The way she said my name was a cross between a plead and a moan, and it sent a pulse straight to my cock.  I was quick to change the subject, trying to avoid my now growing problem.

"Okay," I sighed, tucking her back under my arm, "but if it becomes too much, you tell me, alright?" 

"I will." 

I smiled again, pressing play on the dvd again.  I continued to mostly ignore the movie, and instead, found myself studying her.  There was just something about her.  I couldn't help but feel like this was so right.  

Fuck the fact that she's younger.  She gets me. And she's the coolest fucking girl I've ever met. 

"Eddie?" 

I felt her shift slightly, but she wrapped her arms around me even more.  Her legs intertwined with my own, and she was partially on top of me. My breath hitched in my throat as her thigh brushed over my erection.

"You okay?" 

She looked up at me through sleepy eyes.  She nodded softly and I felt all my worry washing away. She hadn’t even noticed.  She was so exhausted that none of it mattered.   

"I can pause it and we can finish it tomorrow." 

"I'm fine," she yawned, "you're just so comfy." 

I paused the movie, but she didn't seem to notice. "What are you thinking of, Alex?" 

She shrugged, but her hand reached for mine.  I let her hold my hand as she pulled it closer to herself.  She inhaled deeply and I felt myself relax into her.  

“I love you, Eddie…”

"Eddie." 

Her voice was soft.  

Her hand brushed my cheek.  The warmth of her skin against mine made me not want to open my eyes.  Maybe if I pretended to be asleep still, we could pretend this was okay for a little bit longer.  

"Eddie." 

When I didn't respond she shifted, but my body wanted hers close.  The warmth left and I felt myself roll onto my stomach, grabbing her pillow so I could at least have something that smelled like her. 

"Why do you have to be my best friend?" she whispered. It almost sounded sad.  I felt her lips against my temple, “god…I wish you wanted to be more.” 

A few seconds later I heard the door open and close.  

Fuck. 

I sighed, sitting up, wiping the tiredness from my eyes.  When I checked my phone, I laughed.  6:45 AM.  We'd fallen asleep just a few hours ago, and no one was going to be awake yet, but here she was, up this early on a Saturday morning.  

I got up, grabbing the kutte of her desk and started putting my shoes on. 

"Where are you going?" 

I looked back. I hadn't even heard her come back. She had a tray in her hands that smelled heavenly. 

"I-I made breakfast if you wanted it," she began, "I remembered you had to work at the garage today and I wanted to let you sleep bu-" 

"You made this for me?" 

"Of course," she smiled.  She sat it down on the night table, "I uh-I was gonna shower, but there's pancakes and some hash browns there.  I didn't make any bacon or sausage because you're vegetarian." 

"You remembered that?" 

"Of course," she laughed, ruffling my hair, "you're my best friend, Kip." 

God I wish you were more.

Juice’s POV

I smiled to myself. Hell, I couldn't stop from smiling all damn week.

Ever since the party I couldn't wait to see Lexi again...I just had to wait until her next shift at the club and then I could chat her up.  I could ask why she was gone by the time I woke up.

I could ask if I could see her outside of the club and outside of a club party.Maybe take her to my place and show her a good time...and actually remember it this time.

"So tell me about this girl."

"What?"

Sack looked at me, "you've been daydreaming damn near all day. Any time anyone's talked to you you've been out of it. It's gotta be a girl, right?"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Sure," he laughed, "but you've been giddy since the party a few days ago."

"It's been almost a week."

"Exactly."

Shit.

I shouldn't have corrected him.

Now he knows it's a girl from the party, "So what about her?"

Maybe if I play it cool, he won't think that much about it.

"Well, I was running errands for people all night," he shrugged, "Just thought maybe you'd wanna talk about it. Was she a crow eater?"

"No," I said quickly, "I wouldn't make a crow eater my old lady."

"Ahh," he said curiously, "so you wanna make this chick your old lady."

"Shut up prospect."

We walked through the gate of fun town together. Looking around it seemed like a good time. This would have been a good place to bring Lexi.

I wish I had her number.

"Hey, yeh made it," Chibs smiled, wrapping an arm around my shoulder, "took the two of yeh long enough."

"Sorry," Half sack grumbled, "Tig had me detail his bike before I was allowed to come down. Then Bobby had me do the same."

"Well shite prospect, if I knew yeh were doing the bikes I'd have left mine there and had yeh jump on er."

"I can do it when I get back," he sighed, “If you want.”

I chuckled, "add mine to that list, would ya?"

"An what about you Juicey boy?" he asked, "everyone's here. You'll finally get to meet Tig's youngest, Alex."

"How many kids does he have?"

"Just the three," half sack commented, "Alex has been staying with us for a while now. I'm surprised you haven't run into her."

"She's barely legal," Chibs laughed, "the only one that hangs out with her is you prospect. An that's because you're her chauffer during the week."

"I've been wondering why they pulled you off mechanic shifts."

"Sack ere has been payin his dues by driving Tig's kid around."

"Speaking of." Sack smiled. He jogged up to Tig stopping in front of someone I couldn't see

"E's become quite smitten with her," chibs laughed, turning around and leading us over, "you know if she wasn’t Tig’s, I'd be all over that. She's a little sex kitten for sure."

"Tigs kid?" I laughed, "Yeah. Okay."

"Hey Juice, Sack said you haven't met Alex yet."

I looked from Tig to the woman he'd had his arm around.

"This is Alexis."

"She goes by anything really," Tig chuckled, "I call her Alex. Few of the guys call her Lexi."

"I answer to most anything," she smiled, pretending not to know me, "Juice did you say your name was?"

But my breath was caught in my throat.  Somehow, she looked younger.  But there was no doubt in my mind that this was her.  Her brunette bob.  The flower-patterned dress which stopped at her thighs.  She wasn't innocent but she sure as hell looked it today.  

"You?"

"Hi." she smiled, acting innocent as ever.

"How old are you again?"

"Woah Juice," Tig growled, "That's my kid."

"She's eighteen brother.  Just turned it a few weeks ago," Chibs laughed, trying to make a joke of it, "Lexi here is off the table for a few years, least til Tig finally kicks the bucket."

I felt like my heartrate was going a million miles a second.  I made out with her.

Fuck.

The party.  I don't remember it.  Did we do more?

"You okay Juicey boy?" Chibs asked, "ye look a little green around the gills."

"Sure he's fine," Tig shrugged, "Come on Alex. Let's go on some rides. I remember you loved the little coaster when you were little."

"Okay dad!"

I felt sick to my stomach as the two of them walked away.

"Come on juicey lets get ye some water."

"Yeah,"I nodded along, "Water." 

Chapter 5

[your-space-brain]

Friends

Filip “Chibs” Telford x Reader - One Shot

Gif does not belong to me.

Moved from @spacedbrainnn .

Little Clay.

That’s what they called you, Little Clay. You were the daughter of Teller and Morrow, Jax’s half sister who was untouchable. You were a princess, the pride and joy of Gemma and Clay, and everyone knew not to flirt with you, unless they planned to be intimidated.

And threatened.

That’s why you’d been talking to Chibs. Late night drinks here, a smile there, a wink thrown in the mix and you found yourself festering with feelings for the man twice your age.

But, you couldn’t care less.

You’d never talked about anything exclusive. There were never any lines drawn, anything. So when you saw him with a Crow Eater hanging around his hips, you couldn’t be jealous.

But, everyone else saw it plain as day.

“Oh come on, Clay Jr.” Tig was dancing on your last nerve while you were attempting to finish up an audit for the garage. You sat in Jax’s mechanic shirt while you wrote on a clipboard and typed on your calculator. “Give me one chance.”

“I’m not in the mood, Tiggy.”

“Why do you gotta give me such a hard time?”

“Because I’m a giver. It’s what I do.”

“But one chance. Let me take you out on the dance floor. We can even dance around the shop.”

“I’ve got two left feet.”

“Please—”

“Alexander Trager.” You spat the words colder than you intended and he feigned offense.

“What? Can’t stand to see Scottie have another woman—”

“What about Scottie?” The thick accent boomed throughout the garage as his boots preceded him. You looked up and tried not to show that your heart was pattering for him.

“Nothing. Just talking.” Tig smirked knowingly as he backed up and walked off, a toothpick in his lips as he exited. You looked down at your paper and tried to force yourself to get back to work.

“Lass? He givin’ ye a hard time?” His accent was undeniably bouncing around in your head while you tried to focus, unsuccessfully, due to his intense stare.

“No more than usual.” You replied to him as your pen marked against the paper, before you looked at the calculator.

“Ye sure?”

“I’m sure.” You didn’t give him that pretty smile you normally did. Hell, you didn’t even hardly look at him.

“What’s the matter, sweetheart?”

“Nothing.”

“Ye can’t lie ta me like that.”

“I’m not lying.”

It was becoming a war of who was more stubborn, who would outlast. He gave a sigh before you heard the flick of the lighter, then cigarette smoke filled the air and you felt the scent of tobacco wash over you.

“Ye can’t lie ta me.”

“I’m not lying, Chibs.”

That’s when he knew. He was always Filip to you. Always.

“Tell me what’s eatin’ that pretty li’l head up.”

Sighing, exasperated, you gave up. Dropping your pen down, you stared up at him as it clattered and rolled off the desk.

“What are we?”

“Whataya mean?”

“I mean, what the hell are we? You can’t tell me we’re just friends. You can’t tell me that we haven’t been shamelessly flirting, dancing around the idea that we’re not something. It doesn’t make any sense.”

Your eyes searched his dark ones as he sighed, before he took another drag of the cigarette.

“Lassie, ye’re…”

“Half your age. I know. I don’t care. What are we?”

“What do ye want us to be?”

“More than this. I want you to not have fucking women—”

You were cut off by his little smirk. “Is that what this is about? The women?”

“Shut up.”

His smirk widened before he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “I’m yers, sweetheart. I’m yers.”

— end —

[bullet-prooflove]

Can I please get Tiggy with prompt: Untroubled by the chaos of our lives

Thank you!!!

Tagging: @kmc1989 @mortal--soul @spookyboogyuniverse @anime-weeb-4-life @nu1freakshow

References to:

Unburied - You're forced to make a choice when one of your secrets becomes unburied.

Kings & Queens - You and Chibs marry under terrible circumstances.

You look beautiful. Perfect, wild and untouched by the chaos that surrounds Tig’s life.

That’s the way it needs to stay, he thinks that as he lies next to you, his thumb tracing over the apple of your cheek as he watches you sleep. The two of you have a baby now, a child that depends on you because Tig, he knows he’d be a terrible fucking parent if he was left to fend for himself.

This shit with Evelyn and Chibs, it’s twisting him up inside because all he can think about is you, what if it was you going to prison instead of her. He knows he wouldn’t make it, that he’s lose his fucking mind without you in his life. He’s end up turning himself in for all the dumb shit he’s ever done, long before you had the chance.

Chibs can’t afford the same luxury, the club is in state of transition and he’s the one with all the connections. He can’t throw himself on his sword for the woman he loves so he has to watch as her life crumbles around her, as her reputations stripped away, her freedom.

Tig can’t imagine what that must be like. They all have ghosts in their pasts, heinous acts that they’ve committed, even you and this thing, it’s just a reminder how at any point, someone could just grab the rug and yank it right out from underneath you.

“I won’t let it happen to you.” He whispers fiercely to your sleeping form. “It won’t ever happen to you.”

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Like My Work? - Why Not Buy Me A Coffee

[love-fictional-ppl]

Tig Trager who takes his ol’ lady on bike rides, just because.

Tig Trager who will argue with his ol’ lady for no apparent reason. He gaslights her and yells at for minimal things, then comes home and makes love to her as an apology.

Tig Trager who steals his ol’ lady’s cigarettes. She gets so mad over it but she can’t stay mad at him for long.

Tig Trager who after doing a hard job for the club, likes to just lie his head in his ol’ lady’s lap. Sometimes he eats her pussy, anything that makes him forget the faces.

Tig Trager who sometimes lets his curiosity get the best of him, he pictures himself leaving the M/C, taking his ol’ lady out of charming and starting a family with her.

[mysticalmallard]

Diner Girl PT 1

🦆: First Post in awhile took a break as I was busy with work but I'm back now with lots of things in my drafts to keep me busy

Pairing: Tig Trager x FemOC (can be read as xreader)

Summary: Tig meets a cute waitress

MainMasterlist || Series Masterlist

Tig sees a diner on the way back from a run for the club and notices a cute little waitress in the window and thought this seems like a great place to stop for some grub. Approaching the counter, Tig flashes the waitress a warm smile. He then orders a coffee and takes a seat, keeping his eyes on the girl as she tends to the few other patrons in the small diner.

As he finishes his coffee, Tig decides to make a move. Rising from his seat, he walks over to the counter where the waitress is wiping down glasses and taking orders from a man in a suit. Tig, leaning on the counter in a laidback manner catches the waitress looking at him out of the corner of her eye and smiles. She returns the smile and continues working. Tig decides to see if he can strike up a conversation.

Looking down at the waitress, Tig speaks in a gentle and friendly tone.

"Hey there, you seem like a sweet girl, what's your name?"

The waitress takes a moment to glance at Tig, seemingly surprised by the question. However, her warmth and sweetness never leave her expression as she answers.

"Oh, I'm Grace.. Nice to meet you...."

"I'm Alex"

Tig smiles warmly, liking the girl's name and her friendly attitude.

"EXCUSE ME DO THEY PAY YOU TO IGNORE CUSTOMERS IN THIS DUMP OR DO YOU JUST HATE YOUR JOB?"

The man in the suit loudly exclaims to the room with a sour expression on his face

Startled by the man's sudden outburst, Tig looks up at him and gives him a stern glare. The waitress quickly turns to face the man in the suit, looking annoyed with his behavior. Tig turns his attention back to the waitress.

"Relax, buddy. This is a small, family-run diner. If you're looking for customer service, try the Olive Garden or something. Now, why don't you go back to your table and let Grace do her job in peace hmm?"

Tig says confidently, shooting a sharp glance at the rude customer.

The man seems surprised by Tig's bold response and grumbles to himself before going back to his table. Grace quickly looks up at Tig, clearly appreciating the sweet way he defended her. She smiles at Tig and nods her thanks. Tig smiles back, then continues to talk with the young waitress.

Tig likes talking with Grace, enjoying how genuine and kind-hearted she is. She's a nice girl, he thinks, and way nicer than any girl he's ever been with before. He can feel a strange connection with her, something that he's never felt before. He's drawn to her in a way that he can't quite explain.

The two chat for a while longer and Tig's charm seems to be working as Grace becomes more and more comfortable with him. As she leans on the counter, Tig puts his hand on her elbow to get her attention. He leans in close and says quietly,

"Can I ask you something?"

Grace looks up at him, and the look in her eyes makes his heart flutter. He thinks she is the most beautiful woman he's ever seen. He nods slowly as he waits for her reply, and Grace smiles sweetly as she whispers,

"Sure, what is it?"

Tig's heart starts pounding as the tension mounts, and he takes a beat before finally asking the question that's been haunting him.

"Would you wanna go out sometime?"

As the words leave his mouth, his stomach clenches with nerves, and his brain feels like it's short-circuiting from the rush of adrenalin. He can't believe he just asked her that, but he felt like he had no choice. As the diner gets quiet and Grace thinks about his question, Tig can hardly breathe.

[dallianceangel]

Got My Mind Set On You 🫦🍑

Some Tig content for you all 😏

🍿 comments, likes and reblogs are highly appreciated 🍿

You’re sitting on the couch with Tig, an action movie playing in the background, but neither of you is paying much attention to it. His hand lands on your thigh, his fingers tracing slow, deliberate circles.

“Not really into the movie?” you ask, smirking.

Tig shakes his head, his gaze filled with lust. “Got my mind on something else.”

He pulls you in, kissing you hard, his hands exploring your body. You melt into him, getting more turned on by the second.

He spins you around, and you settle into one of his favourite positions. “You want this?” he murmurs, settling himself behind you on the couch.

“Yeah, Tig,” you gasp, resting your arms on the armrest.

He pushes inside you slowly, wasting no time in taking you fiercely from behind as the movie fades to background noise.

[ravennaortiz]

Can I make another one? With Tiggy 21 and 23. Thank you!!!!!

You may have as many as your heart desires! Lets see Tig with prompts 21: Like, what you see? and 23: You are more than a one nightstand. Alright as always 18+.

More to Me

"She looks mad" murmured Juice to Chibs as he caught sight of you entering the clubhouse with your medical supply bag. Chibs nodded as he finished putting in a local block into Tigs ass. He had suspected you were upset when he had called you. Normally bubbly you had been cold and distant.

"Tig is there any reason that the only doctor we know would be upset with you?" inquired Chibs as he leaned down to next to Tig. "Not that I can think of. I showed her the time of her life couple weeks before we went on this run" replied Tig right before you opened the door and stepped in.

The men nodded to you but you ignored them as you set your bag down and sat up what you would need. After putting gloves on you examined the wound on Tigs ass. "This is the last time I help. You guys need to find someone else to call when you get shot in the ass" you stated as you continued to examine the wound. Juice nodded as Chibs sighed sending a look to Tig.

"I got this" whispered Tig before lifting his butt and wiggling it. "Like what you see Dollface?" inquired Tig mischievously as he turned to face you. "Stop moving Trager. I get you think I'm a joke but this isn't" you stated through gritted teeth. You wanted nothing more than to be at home. "I was just joking babe. Whats wrong?" asked Tig the smile wiped off his face and replaced with concern.

"It's stupid" you mumbled as you looked away. "Please, just let me do this so I can go home" you added you face turned down to the floor. "Boys can you all step outside" stated Tig as he watched you curiously. "Talk to me" whispered Tig once the others had cleared out. You sighed before speaking your voice cracking as you fought back tears. "The other night meant more to me.... I thought it meant more to you too. Its obvious now I was wrong, just another notch in your belt" you replied as you moved back to the table to start closing the wound.

Tig closed his eyes giving himself a mental kick. How could he have been so stupid. He had taken that call from Clay and hit the road without any explanation. He left you sleeping soundly in that hotel room with the intention to call you. Things had gone wrong on the run and he hadn't had a chance until today.

Tig remained silent as you worked. He didn't want to distract you and he wanted to make sure he had the right words. Once you started cleaning up he moved himself to a siting position. "You are more than a one nightstand to me. I didn't mean to hurt you. I forgot you don't get exactly how the club works, because you make me forget about all that bull shit when I'm with you." stated Tig as he grabbed your arm gently holding his eyes on yours. "I should have been more clear that night. "I want you. I understand though if you don't feel the same now" finished Tig as he gave you a soft smile.

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