#cause jax has long ass legs and a long stride

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HC that Graves automatically falls into step whenever he walks next to Jax

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ALEXANDER ‘TIG’ TRAGER x READER ⨟ PROMPT

@lucillewinchester asked: Hi! My name is Carmen. I'm new to tumblr. I recently discovered your stories and I love it. I love sons of anarchy. Could you write an imagine about Chibs Telford or Tig Trager with numbers 87 and 42? Although the truth has been difficult for me to decide, almost all of them seemed very interesting to me. P.D: English is not my first language, sorry if there is an error :)

Prompts:

42. “I can’t watch you with another man/woman”.

87. “Put on my kutte”.

WARNINGS: NSFW, SMUT

Word Count: 1.6k

Thanks to my lovely beta reader @chibsytelford ✨

Author comments: I hope you all enjoy. Gif isn't mine, credits to the author.

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You have a goofy smile installed on your lips, crossing the crowded yard to the clubhouse. All that you can see are Sons of Anarchy everywhere, and even if you see them like your family, you're going right to the SOA meeting room where the boys must be to talk to them about your date night. It was really amazing. You met John at the hospital, when he came with an allergic reaction to peanuts, and after all he asked you for a dinner. The restaurant was on point, as your outfit and your companion. And you can't wait to tell it to Jax, Chibs and Tig.

But when you enter into the club, you didn't expect that scene. The inside is fully empty. There are broken stools all around, alcohol of all kinds spilled on the ground, as if a battle had happened there. Jax comes out from the hallway to the dorms, snorting with a cigar in his lips.

“Hey… Wha—”.

“You should go to talk with Tig. I beg you, (Y/N)”.

You don't say anything else, nodding just one time biting your lip ashamed for something you don't even understand. The president takes your jacket and your bag, before continuing your steps to the specific bedroom. Knocking it, you enter without waiting for an answer, finding Tig sitting in a corner with his knees curled against his chest and a bottle of whisky in his bloody left hand.

You don't doubt, running towards him and squatting to have the bottle and put it away, so damn worried that you can barely breathe. Pulling down your long hair behind your ears, you cup his cheeks in your hands.

“Hey, hey, Tig. Look at me… What happened?”

The man raises his face covered too by his own blood, mixed with the tears falling down of his eyes. He shakes his head, freeing himself from your grip, crying as a scared child.

“Tig, please… Talk to me…” Begging him and narrowing his knees, you try to call his attention too desperate.

“I… I just… Please, leave”.

“No, I'm not leaving, Alexander”. You say firmly, forcing him to look at you again. “What happened, my tiger?”

“I can't watch… you with another man”. He finally says, after some long second in holy silence.

You swallow hard, licking your lower lip, understanding why he has been so distant with you the last week, and why he's suffering like that.

“I love you… I didn' want to see it, but I really do”.

“Why you… Didn't want to?”

“'Cause I'm a fucking pariah. I can't offer you anything good. And that… fucking ‘Johnny boy’ can give you the world”.

Stretching his hand, he grabs back the bottle to have a long drink, until the whisky rips his throat making him cough. Drowning with his own cry, you sigh, taking it off again, getting up to step out of the room without any words pronounced. Chibs intercepts you as soon as you close the door, knowing that you probably would like to fix up that silly man.

“Call me if ya need halp'”.

“I don't want anyone jumping around here”.

“At your command, lass”. He replies back, offering you the medical kit, at the exact moment you hear a big glass colliding to the door at your back. Probably, the bottle. “Go'head, tiga' tamer”.

Rolling your eyes, you don't say anything because you know this is kinda your fault. Turning over your sneakers you come in again. Tig looks at you somewhat confused, getting up with some difficulties and having to support a hand on the wooden wall. You leave your eyes fall to your feet, lifting up one a little to find the glass pieces on the floor. Taking a deep breath, expelling it by your nose, you close the door pointing to the bed to make him know that you want him to sit on it. He does without complaining, resting his forearms on his lap.

Opening his legs, you place your body kneeling among them. You wet a piece of cotton in peroxide to clean the blood on his face, looking for the wounds. One under his left eye, on the cheek. And another cutting his upper lip by a side.

“I'm sorry… I didn' want to ruin your night, my sunshine”

“You didn't, Tig. And don't move”. You demand rolling your eyes, grabbing the stitches to cover the gaps.

“But…”

“No, Alexander”. You growl, supporting your arms on his leg to get up. “Who the fuck said I want the world? 'Cause no one asked me”.

The man bow his head because of the truth in your words. Yes, John looks like a good guy. But he? He's all that you really want. Maybe he's not a very sane man, but what he does, he does it with passion. Sometimes he looks like the typical rider that the only things he cares about is to fuck, and to drink. But, even if people around you don't see it, he has a golden heart.

“What if I just want a mechanic? What if I want a… pariah to break into our house at three in the morning, with a bag full of… guns or whatever? Did you ask me?”

“No”. He replies confused, raising his eyes. “Do you love me?”

“That… wasn't the question I was waiting for”. You say upping both eyebrows, picking up the medical stuff to leave it on the desk. “But, yes. I do”.

You can't even finish to turn yourself, when he takes two strides to reach you, colliding your mouth with his in an awkward kiss. And the time looks like it goes so fast that you get somewhat dizzy. He undresses himself, as you're doing it, so desperate to feel your nudity against the other, pushing him to the bed.

“Put on my kutte, I wanna see you wearing it”. He asks you grabbing it from the floor.

And you do. You wear it, before Tig lifts you up in his arms laying you down on the bed. As soon as he's on top of you with a simple move of his pelvis, Alexander digs his hard cock inside you, making you moan loud and clear his name. He sinks his face in your neck growling because of the pleasure of your pussy narrowing his erection.

“God… It feels better than I've been dreaming, my sunshine”. He mutters with a weak thread of voice. “So warm, so wet…”.

“Only for you, my tiger”. You sigh, curling a leg around his lower back, pushing him deeper, taking your time to enjoy your tightness. “I want you to fuck me hard, please… I need you, Tig… You don't know how much”.

“As much as I do”. He cries out, thrusting you again losing his control.

His waist moves faster than you can handle with, pounding you once and again, drinking his shaky breathing with his mouth pressing yours. A constant push that makes you feel plenty full. Complaining when he goes back, and whimpering when he hits you again. And probably you won't last long, but enough for him to mark his territory on your body.

His tongue explores your neck with curiosity, finding the perfect place to draw a pinky bruise on. His lips suck gently your skin, contrary to the furious lunges that fill your wetted pussy with no regrets. You look so good in his kutte, knowing that you're really the one for him, too anxious to show you that fact.

“Fuck, my sunshine…” He grunts with closed eyes, supporting his hands on the headboard, pounding you harder as you turn your moans into screams begging him for being more rough. “You got it… baby, you got it…”

And when you think it's impossible, he starts to hit your soul, so hard that it almost hurts you. But the pleasure is so intense that you don't want him to stop, only to turn you, leaving you on top of his body. And now, you're riding him. You ride him as fast as you can, sobbing too pleased when Tig slaps your ass, with rings included. He's going to leave his mark all around your body and that only excites you more. One of his hands gets nailed on your ass, while he uses the thumb of the other to rub your clit, running you out of air about to fall because of the orgasm shaking your body.

“Shit, Alexander!” You moan arching your back and spreading your legs for him, going somewhat deeper.

“Don't stop, my sunshine… Don't stop”. He begs you slapping again your ass, raising his hand to your throat making you lean on him. “Make me cum, baby…”

You nod biting his lower lip, with your pelvis crashing against his, until his breathing becomes inconstant and hectic. He fills you, flooding the room with a throaty snarl, feeling the heat that emanates from his cock spilling inside you for some long seconds that make you touch the sky. You fall exhausted on his chest, chuckling because you're just two idiots that have been wasting a valued time being able to spend it like this.

“Call ‘Johnny boy’ and tell him to fuck off”. He laughs holding you between his arms, infecting you so easy. “My sunshine… I don' wanna live without you”.

“Look at that… I didn' know you could be this romantic, Trager…”

“Really?” He raises both eyebrows, before rolling his eyes. “You will see, baby… You will see”.

[outlaws-of-anarchy]

Tainted Love (Chapter 3)

Pairings:  Tig Trager x Reader, Herman Kozik x Reader

Warnings:  Love triangle, swearing

Words: 2100

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“You’re a doll, always bailin’ me out.” Tig said softly, brushing his lips across Y/N’s cheek.

She could only lean into his familiar touch, before giving his hand a gentle squeeze. “Yeah, I know. But you’re my favorite guy, so it’s only natural that I do.”  

“Come back to the clubhouse with me, I wanna make it up to you.” He said with a seductive growl.

Her lips slowly peeled back in a grin, knowing he always made good on his word. “I’ll meet you back there a little bit later, I got a few errands to run.”  

He hesitated briefly, a flash of concern lighting up in his eyes, but was soon brushed away. He straddled his chopper before landing a playful swat to Y/N’s ass. “Be safe babe, see ya later.” Tig revved his engine before taking off down the road.

It was one thing to “bail” Tig out of jail, but it was something else entirely to bail Kozik out. There was still so many things left unsaid to him, and in a sick way, she felt bad that he was locked up. Knowing, it was a majority of her fault. If he didn’t know her and Tig were a ‘thing’ than they would have never gotten into a fight.

Unser had been on SAMCRO’s payroll for many years, so it was easy to slip members in and out of their cells without too much speculation. However, Kozik wasn’t from Charming, and although he was a man of mayhem, he couldn’t be freed from jail without a hefty sum of bail money.

If she would have asked Jax for the money to do it, he would have without hesitation. They all saw one another as brothers, but she didn’t feel right going to the President of SAMCRO, asking for bail money to save her ex-boyfriend. Especially, if that meant Tig would find out.  

“It’s his first offense in this town, therefor the cost won’t be as much. However, if there is a repeat, he could face jail time or a larger fine.” Said one of the Deputy’s.  

Y/N merely nodded her head before handing her 800$ in cash, impatiently waiting for her to fetch Kozik.

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His anger had quickly faded the moment he was put in the back of a cruiser. However, the frustration, the betrayal still latched onto him like a leech. He never expected Y/N to wait around for him, but he also never thought she would move onto one of his own brothers. He especially never thought that Tig would submerge into a relationship with his ex, the woman who had been ole lady worthy.

“Kozik, your bail has been posted.” Said a guard.

“By who?” He replied curiously, but there was no response. Instead, the Deputy had unlocked the holding cell and allowed the outlaw to step out.

The time he had reached the lobby, he found Y/N sitting there, gaze directed to the window beside her. Rays of sunlight captured her in a golden halo, only enouncing her flawlessness. Did she bail him out? Why would she? Didn’t she hate him?  

His strides were slow, overly cautious as he approached her. The rattling of the chain that dangled from his jeans had caught her attention, eyes shooting to him almost immediately. In that moment, he froze, completely blown away by the woman he had left months ago. The woman he had tried desperately to forget but couldn’t. Who could ever forget a woman like her? No one, not even god himself.  

“Hey.” She greeted, eventually rising to her feet.

“Hey.” He repeated, carefully eying her with a questionable expression.

“Did you bail me out?” Kozik asked, hands shifting into the front pockets of his jeans.

He watched her run a hand through her hair tersely, it being one of her nervous ticks. He could spot it anywhere, but he also knew her better than anyone else. He knew she was unsure, and nervous about being around him. “Yeah, I did. I wanted to talk to you, we didn’t get to finish our conversation last night.” She said.

To say he was shocked, would be an understatement. He for sure thought she would just bail Tig out and continue on with life. So, to hear her say that she wanted to talk to him, made his hopes rise up. Hopes that she would take him back, hopes that they could start fresh.

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They stood feet apart, aimlessly walking down the main street of Charming’s quaint little center stone. It was a sunny morning, the heat of it pouring down on the back of their heads. She had said she wanted to talk, but for the last ten minutes all they had done was walk in silence. She couldn’t find the words she wanted to say to him, because his sudden reappearance had brought up old feelings, old love.

So, she started from the beginning. “When you left, you took a piece of my heart. A piece that you will forever own, and I hate to say that, to admit such weakness, but it’s true. I loved you in a way that terrified me, because I had never been so codependent on someone else before. I never needed or wanted someone so damn much, not like I did with you.”  

His blue eyes darted to her, comprehending everything she had to say.  

“But you were selfish, you only cared about yourself. You couldn’t handle a relationship, and while you lived in Tacoma, I had to patch myself up. I had to find a way to heal, and I did. I found Tig, and it wasn’t supposed to last as long as it did, but it has. While you own one half of my heart, he owns the other. You are my kryptonite and he’s my saving grace. And I feel so confused, so hurt, because I love you both so much.” There was a wavering to her voice, which made him tense and her gaze to focus ahead. Not wanting to expose anymore vulnerability than she had already.  

“You weren’t my first, but you were my first love. My first, true love. And Tig, he’s the second love of my life. You both live inside my chest, taking up space there and now that you’ve come back. I can’t think straight, I can’t. Because you’ve now taken space up in my head. You come back professing your love and the mistake you made in leaving me, expecting me to take you back.”  

His head hung low in regret, and she could only continue to keep that distance between them.

“Everything you said, I waited for a year, I waited everyday for you to come back and tell me how sorry you were, how much you loved me. But I’m not sure if I continue to love you cause’ you hurt me, or because I want something more from you. I don’t know, the pain you inflicted on me has become my drug. I’m addicted to it, but it’s not good for me.” She sighed softly, tears falling quietly down her cheeks.  

Kozik stopped walking and immediately gripped her bicep, causing her to stop as well. He forced her to look at him and when she did, they both felt that intoxicated love coming rip-roaring back to life.  

“I don’t know what it was about you that caught my eye. Maybe it was your wild hair, or your daring eyes, or the fact that you weren’t afraid to put anyone in their place, but something in you, made me gravitate towards you. From the moment I saw you walk into that bar, I’ve loved you and every day after. I made a mistake in leaving, and it’s one I’ll always regret. Because you are the only woman for me, I don’t want to be your kryptonite babe, I want to be your superman.” He said, his thumb stroking circles over her damp cheek.

She couldn’t help the free-roaming tears, or the utter adoration she had for Kozik. And all she could think about while looking at him is how much she wanted to kiss him. However, he seemed to have had read her mind because he was soon leaning down and placing a searing kiss across her plump lips. His hands roaming down the length of her body before encircling her waist.

And while two old lovers reunited, there was a man scorned across the street, staring idly from an ice cream parlor. Tig would never admit it, but he swore that day he could feel a bit of him die off.  

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It had been two hours later when Y/N had returned to the club house. Kozik had taken a ride with Happy to Stockton State Prison to visit a member who had been locked up for years. There was an underlying guilt nestled in the pit of her stomach as she stepped through the club house doors. Mainly because she hadn’t only kissed Kozik but also had sex with him.

Shoes pattered against the floor as she made her back to Tig’s dorm, only wanting to hide beneath the sheets. However, when she entered the room, she was stunned to find him sitting on the edge of the bed. He lacked any visible facial expression, in fact he was so still and quiet that it unnerved her. Setting her bag down on the small table near the door, she’d frown. “Tig, what’s wrong?”

He remained silent, until he barked out a question that made her sick. “Did you fuck him?”  

And all she could do was play stupid, pretend that she hadn’t just been devoured by Kozik. “Who?”

In a flurry of rage, Tig was at his feet, tossing aside the wooden chair that was a few feet away from him. “Don’t play fucking stupid Y/N, you know god damn well who I’m talkin’ about.”  

She bit into her bottom lip to keep back a yelp, before taking a cowardice step back.  

Icy blue eyes darted to her, legs drawing him closer to her. “Answer me!” he growled.

“Yes! Okay! Yes! I did, I slept with him.” She cried, guilty and frustrated tears forming.

His face was only a few inches from hers, his gaze narrowed down at her while his upper lip quirked into a scowl. “You’re a dirty fuckin’ bitch.”  

His words were like a slap to the face, and in a sense, she couldn’t blame him for what he said, for what he thought. She had slept with her ex-boyfriend, while simultaneously screwing Tig on the side. Yet, she couldn’t deny how much his words broke her.

“Don’t call me that.” She mewled.  

Tig was soon cornering her against the wall, trapping her between his arms as his hands dug into the wallpaper. “That’s what you are.”

Hands formed into fists at her side, trying her hardest not to unleash on him. But it couldn’t be helped, because the way he was staring at her, made her realize that she was never priority in his life either. He was always fucking her, and other women as well, it was never her, it would never be just her.

“Says the man who fucks me, then an hour later goes and fucks someone else. Don’t you ever try to shame me for what I did, when you go out and do the same thing every day. You’re not better than me, and you’re not in my shoes, you don’t understand what I’m going through.” She snapped.

He scoffed before pulling away from her. “There differences between me and you doll, is that I only love one woman that I fuck, and I come home to her every night.”  

Tig was soon grabbing his kutte and stalking out of the dorm, slamming the door behind him.  

While she had waited for Kozik to admit his wrongs and come back, she had also been waiting for Tig’s confession of love.  

And when he had finally said it in the midst of the jumble, she could only feel the piece of her heart that belonged to him, cry out for its owner. Y/N slowly slid over to the bed where she sat on the edge, looking blankly at the floor as incoherent sobs shook her body.  

The one person who had been there for her, she had hurt. She had betrayed him so effortlessly, and now he was gone. All for the sake of a man who had left her broken and torn in the dust.

Chapter 4