#alexander tig trager x reader

[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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[dallianceangel]

Happy Christmas... Not 🎄🏥

another drabble for you x

🎅🏼 comments, likes and reblogs are highly appreciated 🎅🏼

“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.”

[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.

[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.

[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.

[brunettemarionette]

The living room is dimly lit, save for the erratic blinking of the multicolored Christmas lights strung haphazardly around the tree. It's not just the lights; the whole thing looks like a fever dream of holiday chaos.

The ornaments don't match—half of them are cracked or missing hooks, so they dangle at awkward angles. The tinsel? It's thrown on in clumps like someone gave up halfway through. And the star on top? Crooked. Obviously.

You rub your temple, trying to process the scene in front of you. "Tig, what… what is this?"

He's standing beside the tree, his arms crossed over his chest and a grin that's somehow equal parts mischievous and proud. And, of course, he's wearing a Christmas sweater. Not just any Christmas sweater, but one with a giant reindeer face on it, complete with a red pom-pom nose.

"This," he announces, gesturing grandly, "is Christmas cheer; it's festive!" He gestures grandly toward the tree like a game show host, revealing the grand prize.

"Cheer?" You squint at the flashing lights that seem almost determined to give you a migraine. "It looks like Christmas threw up in here."

"Come on, babe, don't be like that," Tig says, stepping closer. He hooks an arm around your waist, pulling you against him. "You can't tell me you don't love it."

You raise an eyebrow, fighting to keep a straight face. "Festive doesn't mean chaos."

Tig just laughs with a nod. "Chaos is kinda my thing," he says, nuzzling your hair. "Besides, I saw you smile when you walked in. Mission accomplished."

And damn it, he's right. Despite the absurdity of the tree, the clashing colors, and the ridiculous sweater, you find yourself grinning. He looks so pleased with himself, like a kid showing off a macaroni ornament they made in kindergarten.

You bite your lip, pretending to be unimpressed, but the warmth of his hug and the genuine pride on his face starts to melt your resolve. He's looking at you like you're the only thing that matters, and suddenly, the mismatched ornaments and clumpy tinsel don't seem so bad. "Okay, fine. But next year, we're decorating together."

Tig chuckles, pressing a quick kiss to your temple, his hands sliding to your waist as he gives you a playful squeeze. "Deal. But only if I still get to wear the sweater."

"Only if it's a better sweater," you counter with a playful smirk, your eyes sparkling with mischief as you pluck at the hideous sweater jokingly as if the sight alone is offensive.

"Babe, there's no such thing as a better sweater." Tig grins, pulling you closer with a mischievous expression that you know can only mean you'll be getting that exact same jumper next year to match.

As the two of you stand there, wrapped up in each other and surrounded by the most atrocious tree you've ever seen, you realize that maybe Christmas chaos isn't so bad after all.

[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...

[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.

[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]

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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[dallianceangel]

Sweet Revenge 🎄🤣

a random tig fic for you x

🎅🏼 comments, likes and reblogs are highly appreciated 🎅🏼

You’re still tied to Tig’s bed when the door creaks open. Tig forgot to untie you, having to rush off to go on an important run with the Sons. It’s been three hours now. You’re aching everywhere. You shift slightly, trying to get comfortable, but it’s fucking useless. 

“Well, look at you. All tied up and nowhere to go.”

You roll your eyes, recognizing Gemma’s sarcastic tone. She steps in, the door clicking shut behind her. “Tig forgot about you?” she asks, arching an eyebrow.

“It definitely looks like it,” you mutter, the pain getting worse by the second.

Gemma fights back a smile, studying you for a moment before walking over. “You’d best think of a revenge plan,” she says, untying you effortlessly.

The ropes fall away, and you’re finally free. You stretch, sighing in relief.

“Thanks, Gemma,” you breathe, sitting yourself up.

A few hours later, you have Tig in the same position. Tied to his bed. You step back, taking in Tig’s tied form one last time. He’s still grinning, but it soon fades when you walk out of his dorm room. Gemma gives you a high-five as you meet her outside the clubhouse. You hear him call out for you, but you ignore him.

“We’d better get going,” you say with a smirk, “The casino waits for no one.”

And with that, you walk away, leaving Tig alone to think about what he’s done, getting some sweet revenge. The game isn’t over yet—it’s only just begun.

[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…🙏🏻

[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)

Main Masterlist || Rules and Requests

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. 

[ravennaortiz]

2/4 A: Boxed Chocolates with Tig requested by @privatetruths As always 18+

“Chocolate?” you inquired innocently as you held out a Heart shaped box to Tig as you stepped into the TM garage.

Tig eyed you suspiciously as he wiped his hands on the rag hanging from the hood of the car. You and him were not enemies but not exactly fans of each other either. You offering him a treat seemed like a trick. Though maybe you were trying to extend an olive branch and if he was honest he had come on to strong when you first came around.

“There cream filled. I know you like when things are filled” you teased as you shook the box at him.

“Doll. You know the way to get to me” replied Tig as he gave you a smile before reaching for one in the center and popping it into his mouth. His eyes flew open about the time you started laughing.

“The fuck is in these” demanded Tig as he spat the chocolate out and wiped at his tongue.

“Oh you know things to help clean that filthy mouth of yours up” you replied with a smirk as you started to turn and leave the garage.

Tig chuckled before quickly moving and grabbing your arm. You let out a gasp as he spun you to face him. Pressing you up against a tool box. “Good thing I got my mouth all minty fresh cause I’m about to get it dirty again. I got you figured out Doll” sated Tig lowly into your ear before lifting you onto the tool box sending items clattering to the floor.

Minutes later he was buried between your thighs as they squeezed his head. Your hand buried in his wild dark curls, nails digging into his scalp as he made you come again. “Fuck Tig” you groaned as he pulled from you with a smirk.

“If you think that was good wait for my next trick. I’m going to  make something disappear” stated Tig as he pulled you from the tool box and pushed you to the car he had been working on. “Bend over and spread those pretty thighs” he ordered as he undid his pants.

“Oh” you moaned as he slammed into you with a hard thrust that sent you further over the car.

“Now I will make it reappear” murmured Tig as he slowly pulled from you. Eyes locked on where your bodies met. “Disappear again. Calling me a magician” he joked as he slammed into you once more.

“Just fuck me Trager” you demanded as you looked over your shoulder at him.

“Happily” replied Tig as he placed one hand on the small of your back and use the other to grab a handful of your hair pulling it back as he pounded in and out of your soft fluttering walls. Your moans and the lapping of skin echoed through the TM garage. You were almost at the brink of another orgasm when you heard someone speak.

“Glad to see you two getting along finally” called Gemma as she stepped out of the office making Tig pull quickly from you spraying your ass and back of your thighs with cum as you screamed to pull your dress down. “Don’t stop on my account. I’m gonna get lunch so office is free” she added as she left laughing.