#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 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.

[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.

[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.

[razrbladekiss]

Thirty-seven minutes | Tig Trager

A/N: this is just a shitty little angsty one shot, which i put together in like fifteen minutes. it's supposed to be helping me get back into the swing of things with writing, but it isn't! but anyway, here 'ya go!

WORD COUNT: 900 smth

PAIRING: tig trager x fem!reader

WARNINGS: angst, strong language. you're in your cunt era

Thirty-seven minutes ago, malevolence was rippling through your veins, surging through each and every artery like hot, molten lava drifting toward that village at the volcano’s edge. 

You were mere seconds from an outburst, almost spattering your last morsel of equanimity when Clay’s pompous snarl reached the drums of your ears and all you saw was red. 

Ripping the man limb from fucking limb would’ve been so gratifying, you thought. Causing him that same abundance of grief that he had inflicted upon you, making him hurt, was the one thing you could only wish to happen. 

But slivering so deeply into Clay Morrow seemed borderline inconceivable. Because he was formidable, and tough, and you were yet to see him crumble under the wayward burdens bestowed upon him by his club. 

Frankly, getting to him was simply impossible. And, if you could strike a chord within that phlegmatic prick, Tig wouldn’t even let you try. 

It wasn’t worth it, he guaranteed that seeking revenge for the shit the SAMCRO President did to you—to the man that you love—wasn’t worth thinking about. 

Because he might’ve made Tig dive head first into yet another ire-fueled, gun-wielding battle that could’ve ended a hell of a lot more bloody than what it did, but that was a part of this life. 

You understood that. You understood what Tig’s life—his line of work—entailed, but it was tough. Coming to terms with it all—every last thing—was painful, and sometimes you wished that Clay didn’t depend on him so much. 

But he did. And there was nothing that you could’ve done to change that, or put a stop to it. So you got along with it. 

You got along with it until you couldn’t. 

Ten minutes ago your face was reddening, rage dripping from every pore as you became privy to the events of the day. Eagerly—desperately—you awaited an explanation. 

An explanation that never came. 

An explanation that you needed, but one that you never got. And, for that, you were irrationally angry. 

“I just hate that he’s got you wrapped around his little finger, Tig! It’s gonna get you seriously hurt one day!” You expressed your repugnance, stamping into the clubhouse. 

Tig was hot on your heels. 

“I’m sick of finding out through Jax, or Juice, that Clay has put you into yet another situation that you might not find your way out of—“

“Baby—“

“No! Don’t baby me, Alexander.” Pissed, you threw back at him as you stopped dead at the front door. “You’re not getting out of this by sweet-talking, or fucking me, like you always do.”

Being an authoritative figure suited you, he thought. Being put in his place by you was so sexy, he thought. 

But you had also yelled at him—“humiliated” him—right in front of his club, and he was irked at your boldness. 

The boldness that he lauded, of course, but the boldness that no old lady should’ve conveyed before the Sons Of Anarchy. 

Because old ladies were supposed to be submissive. They were supposed to take orders, know their place, and abide by the rules set in place by the club. 

That wasn’t your thing, however. 

“I—I can’t take this anymore.” Frustrated, you retorted. “This fucking club—“

“Hey!” Tig yelled, pointing at you. 

This unbending—frightening—look washed over his face, and for the first time ever, you felt yourself tremble underneath his gaze. 

“Don’t talk shit about this fucking club!” 

Your heart was pounding. 

“I’m serious!” He barked, cornering you. 

Tig was intimidating, everybody and their fucking dog knew that. Everybody knew what he did, or what he had the capability of doing. 

But you weren’t scared of him. 

Not anymore. 

You puffed out your chest a little, refusing to be backed up against the wall. You walked a little closer to him. Two noses almost brushed against one another. 

“And so am I.” You said, biting back tears. “I am so fucking serious about this—“

“About what?!” Tig was yelling again now. 

He was so short tempered. But never with you. 

Sucking in a deep breath, you began by saying “about how this club—more like fucking cult—is ruining our relationship that we have been trying so hard to rebuild!”

It was like a weight lifted, but it maimed him. 

Because you hadn’t known Tig before the Sons, nor would you ever know that version of him. But he thought that you enjoyed him being part of such a tight brotherhood, a ready made family that supported the pair of you, not just him. 

And there were benefits to Samcrow, there always were. But Tara had told you what it was like getting involved with them, and you chose to ignore the warning. 

Until now. 

“It’s like everything you do revolves around the club.” You say, as if it’s not the most obvious thing in the world. You take a step toward Tig, making him take a step backwards. 

Fists clenched. 

“We had something good, Tig. We really had a beautiful thing. But the Sons Of Anarchy have brainwashed you into thinking that, if you’re not here twenty four hours a fucking day, that some shit will happen and the club will crumble.”

He rolled his jaw. 

“I promise you, nothing bad will happen if you take a day to spend time with your old lady—y’know, the woman you married.”

“You spend too much time with Tara—“

“And that’s such a bad thing?!” You hurled his way. “I spend my days in this shithole! I have no other fucking friends aside from the club and their wives, and it sucks! And now you’re mad at me for spending time with the only female in this gang that I can tolerate?!”

“Not a gang!”

“Oh, fuck off!” You stomp toward the front door, leaving a bitter taste in the mouth of your husband. 

Tig couldn’t wrangle his composure. He couldn’t bring himself to go after you as your heels clicked along the uneven concrete, and you mithered to yourself about how worthless he was. 

He didn’t care. 

He couldn’t find a reason to care. 

You disrespected his club, so he threw away the vows that he made to you. 

Only temporarily, of course. 

Because in thirty-seven minutes, he’ll be at your knees begging for forgiveness. 

[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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[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]

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Tig and his ol’ lady(16+)

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

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[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

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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 🫦🍑

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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+.

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"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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[little-horror-smut]

Unexpected Encounter Part One

18+

Kim Coates x Reader

Warning; Non i think, might be some kissing and suggestive text.

Disclaimer: This is a longer one and i'm gonna post it in 2 parts. The second part might not be everyones cup of tea, as it is more of a Yandere. I made this story on a request of a friend.

One evening as you where sitting at a bar with your friends, you noticed these intense blue eyes staring at you from across the room. You tried to wave it off, thinking it was probably nothing. As the night continued you felt these eyes burning on your back. You told your friends you were gonna buy the next round of drinks and walked away. Little did they know, you just wanted a closer look at this stranger.

As you walked up to the bar, you tried to steal glances. Only his blue eyes were visible in the darkness of the bar. You ordered your drinks, quickly looking at the corner again. He was gone. You sighed and let out a little chuckle. You felt foolish to think he was looking at you the whole time. Looking up at the bar again, waiting for your drinks, you felt a warm presence behind you. It send a shiver down your spine, almost electric. “There is something about you, that i just can’t let go” a soft and husky voice said. His warm breath against your skin, sending goose bumps all over. The voice had sounded familiar but you couldn’t quite figure out where you had heard it before. As turned around with hesitation, your eyes met his. Even a brighter shade of blue up close. “wow, you’re even more beautiful up close” he said. Your eyes grew wide as you realized who was standing in front of you. It was Kim Coates. Your mind went rushing, your heart had never beaten this fast. A red colour flushed your cheeks, as you tried to think of something to say. Your mind and lips failing you at the same time. “Th-thank you..” You stuttered. “I’m Kim” He said as he reached out his hand. You reached for his hand. “ My name is Y/N” Your voice barely above a whisper. He grabbed your hand and kissed it. “A pleasure to meet you Y/N” A grin appeared on his face.

“Miss, here are your drinks!” And just like that, you snapped out of this electric moment. Quickly turning around and grabbing the drinks. “Promise me you’ll come by later?” Kim asked, his voice low and sultry. Stirring all these feelings inside of you, you tried to play it casual. “I’ll see if I can catch a moment” And with that your turned around, walking back to your friends. There was a playful twinkle in Kim his eyes, as you walked away. He walked back over to his table with a satisfied grin.

As the evening continued, your thoughts kept going back to Kim. You barely could process that he was captivated by your presence. You and Kim had stolen glances all night. Your friends noticed your distraction and teased you about the “old” man hitting on you. They never understood your love for these older man. “I’m gonna go for some fresh air. Be right back” As you excused yourself.

Kim caught you walking outside and knew he didn’t want to miss his chance. He quickly but smoothly followed you. “You can’t get rid of me that easy” He grinned. Your heart skipped a beat, not expecting him to be right behind you. “I wasn’t leaving yet” you said with a smile as you looked up at him. “I just needed a break from all the noise” Kim nodded understandingly. He leaned back against the brick wall. “Isn’t it a beautiful night?” He asked smiling, the stars reflecting in his eyes. Your heart skipped a beat. “Yeah it is..” You sighed in agreement, leaning against the wall next to him. “I bet I can make it even more unforgettable” Kim said with a mischievous grin playing on his lips. You raised an eyebrow “ And how is that?” He reached out his hand. “Follow me” You looked at him, hesitation crept over you but you reached out and placed your hand in his. He took you to his car. “Let’s go for a ride. I know a beautiful spot” He assured you. “I-i don’t know. My friends are waiting for me inside and i barely know you and-” You ramble, trying to suppress your nerves. He steps closer and cups your face. Before you know it, he cuts you off. His lips meeting yours. Your eyes widen at first but then you let yourself melt away in his kiss. There is an electricity jolting through your body. This was a moment you never expected to happen. You both pulled away reluctantly, breaths heavy. “C’mon, let’s go for a little adventure” He said smiling. You thought, what the hell, why not? What could go wrong? Little did you know what was to come.

As you drove through the night, he led you to a rural area. In the meantime you had texted your friends, that you went home. You didn’t want to worry them by saying you were with Kim. You stared out the window “Where are you taking me? It’s a long way from the bar” You ask curiously. “I own this cabin, around these woods. I often come here to clear my mind. Hide from the outside world”

Once arrived at the cabin, he led you inside. It was this beautiful wooden home, decorated in a Nordic style. It felt cosy the minute you laid your eyes upon it. “Wow, it’s gorgeous here” You said, while looking around. Kim helped you take your coat off. His touch sending shivers down your spine. “It really is my escape from the world” He smiled, his voice sounding genuine. “Make yourself comfortable” He said, as he walked over to the kitchen. As you sat down on the couch he came in with two glasses of wine. As he sat down next to you, the conversation flowed with ease. You took in every little line that marked his face. When he smiled even more were showing. Beautifully laying out a map on his face. Telling his life story. You both talked all night long, filling up the glasses more than once.