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Can I make another one? With Tiggy 21 and 23. Thank you!!!!!
You may have as many as your heart desires! Lets see Tig with prompts 21: Like, what you see? and 23: You are more than a one nightstand. Alright as always 18+.
More to Me
"She looks mad" murmured Juice to Chibs as he caught sight of you entering the clubhouse with your medical supply bag. Chibs nodded as he finished putting in a local block into Tigs ass. He had suspected you were upset when he had called you. Normally bubbly you had been cold and distant.
"Tig is there any reason that the only doctor we know would be upset with you?" inquired Chibs as he leaned down to next to Tig. "Not that I can think of. I showed her the time of her life couple weeks before we went on this run" replied Tig right before you opened the door and stepped in.
The men nodded to you but you ignored them as you set your bag down and sat up what you would need. After putting gloves on you examined the wound on Tigs ass. "This is the last time I help. You guys need to find someone else to call when you get shot in the ass" you stated as you continued to examine the wound. Juice nodded as Chibs sighed sending a look to Tig.
"I got this" whispered Tig before lifting his butt and wiggling it. "Like what you see Dollface?" inquired Tig mischievously as he turned to face you. "Stop moving Trager. I get you think I'm a joke but this isn't" you stated through gritted teeth. You wanted nothing more than to be at home. "I was just joking babe. Whats wrong?" asked Tig the smile wiped off his face and replaced with concern.
"It's stupid" you mumbled as you looked away. "Please, just let me do this so I can go home" you added you face turned down to the floor. "Boys can you all step outside" stated Tig as he watched you curiously. "Talk to me" whispered Tig once the others had cleared out. You sighed before speaking your voice cracking as you fought back tears. "The other night meant more to me.... I thought it meant more to you too. Its obvious now I was wrong, just another notch in your belt" you replied as you moved back to the table to start closing the wound.
Tig closed his eyes giving himself a mental kick. How could he have been so stupid. He had taken that call from Clay and hit the road without any explanation. He left you sleeping soundly in that hotel room with the intention to call you. Things had gone wrong on the run and he hadn't had a chance until today.
Tig remained silent as you worked. He didn't want to distract you and he wanted to make sure he had the right words. Once you started cleaning up he moved himself to a siting position. "You are more than a one nightstand to me. I didn't mean to hurt you. I forgot you don't get exactly how the club works, because you make me forget about all that bull shit when I'm with you." stated Tig as he grabbed your arm gently holding his eyes on yours. "I should have been more clear that night. "I want you. I understand though if you don't feel the same now" finished Tig as he gave you a soft smile.
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𝐃𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞
⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!
a/n: I made a quiz ‘Which Son Is Your Old Man’, so you can find out once and for all who you would be best suited to!
Warnings: swears, mentions of violence, smoking, drugs
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𝐉𝐚𝐱 𝐓𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫
・Yes, he does spend a lot of time doing club business. But it also means he’s home randomly throughout the day.
・His speciality is making breakfast; eggs, bacon, toast, french toast, waffles etc
・Yes, he did develop the skill from all the one night stands he’s had...
・But hey, at least now you’re the one that reaps the reward!
・Doesn’t snore in his sleep, but does toss and turn a lot
・Sometimes he has really really bad nightmares. He doesn’t want to wake you up, so he goes and has a smoke outside
・Really loves chewing on ice cubes. When you get McDonalds, he’ll eat everyone’s ice from their drinks (obviously after their done with it)
・When you’re feeling down; physically or mentally, he’ll read to you. Jax bought you a new edition of your favourite book for your birthday and he’s so used to holding it in his hands by now.
・Really likes when you light candles when he gets home, he prefers them over the overhead lighting
・Doesn’t like loud sudden noises - definitely has undiagnosed PTSD. He’s gotten really good at hiding it, but some days - when he has really long showers, you know it’s a bad day
𝐎𝐩𝐢𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧
・When he isn’t doing things for the club, he loves to work in ‘the shed’.
・He has a lot of projects going on - making garden beds for Gemma’s events,
・Opie usually ends up trekking dust, shredded timber and so on throughout the house. You make him have a shower as soon as he’s finished working outside.
・But you can’t lie, he does create some beautiful things.
・He made a dining room table - and the detailing was so amazing you nearly teared up
・Opie is great at painting as well, honestly, he’s just good at general renovations. Somehow he knows how to do stuff around the house - unclogging drains, fixing pipes, changing lightbulbs, stopping leaks etc
・Opie’s like your own handy man!
・Secretly a cat person. Don’t get him wrong, he doesn’t mind dogs. They’re great, but cats are so unpredictable - without the risk. He finds them so interesting.
・Loves Disney movies, especially the cartoon version of Robin Hood. You’ll find him humming the song about Robin and Little John
・Likes that he towers of you and will put things out of your reach just to rile you up
𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐬 𝐓𝐞𝐥𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐝
・Actively cleans up after himself and you.
・Really likes a clean home, and he’s lived on his own for a long time, so he knows how to run a house
・He also grew up around a lot of women, so he knows how to cook some great meals
・Chibs was also whipped into shape by these women, so that’s why it’s ingrained in him...
・Knows a lot of Scottish drinking songs, and he always sings them when he’s had a few too much to drink
・And his voice is actually quite lovely
・He also sings in the shower
・A loud gruff Scottish man singing in your shower always brightens your day
・Automatically turns the kettle on when he gets home (and will make tea for two, knowing exactly how you like it)
・Not a lot of random visitors, he likes to keep business and his home life separate. Even though the club is his life, he likes having his own space
𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐋𝐨𝐰𝐦𝐚𝐧
・Many, many takeout and movie nights
・Especially when he’s been gone on club business
・Does the washing and folding for both your clothes. It was his main job when he lived at home too.
・Also mows the lawn without a shirt on, so that’s...a fun sight to see (he likes showing off in front of you)
・Loves the movie Avatar; would definitely go into a deep dive of how it all works and how they created it.
・Would die if you showed interest in it as well. You bought him a book about the characters and he spent a whole afternoon reading it
・Surprises everyone with how much he loves books
・A man of few words, he actually has really profound things to say. Some of it can be really poetic...
・Likes having his shoulders rubbed, and in return, he massages your feet
・Is really good at looking after you when you’re sick. He has a lot of homemade recipes; soups, oldwives tricks etc. (Except the term ‘oldwives tricks’ shouldn’t be overlooked. A lot of their
𝐓𝐢𝐠 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫
・Rescue dogs galore
・Tig hates seeing any animal hurt, but he has a special place in his heart for dogs
・Big fucking snorer, and is out as soon as his head hits the pillow
・Hates cooking but doesn’t mind doing the dishes - yeah he’s fucked up that way
・So you handle the food; he’ll get the groceries, but for the love of god he cannot make a proper grown up dish
・In return, he doesn’t mind doing the vaccuuming and mopping (he would so dress up in a maid’s outfit and do it)
・Whenever he wakes up in the middle of the night, he goes into the loungeroom to watch cartoons - like popeye
・Cried while watching Titanic btw
・Oh and has a stash of different types of drugs. Nothing too hardcore though.
・He also makes you have an unregistered firearm so you can protect yourself
・Also loves comic books. He’s a DC kinda guy...yes, his favourite character is Joker
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My Savior
Chibs Telford x reader (minors DNI)
Warnings: implied kidnapping, injuries described, disassociation due to trauma, death (only the bad guys), nothing too graphic overall but please be gentle to yourself and skip this one if it will make you uncomfortable ❤️
AN: idk why I am so in my feels lately but I just love this man 😭
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Your head hung low as the fatigue of hunger, exhaustion, and fear weighed on your body. There was commotion outside the bolted door to your back and you prepared for more abuse to ravage your body and mind. You shut your eyes and willed yourself to go somewhere else in your mind, anywhere else.
You floated to an unlikely oasis, the Sons’ clubhouse. The smells flooded your senses: booze, cigarettes, weed, even the slight fragrance of sex brought you comfort, silly as it was, because it smelled like safety to you. You tried to place yourself at the bar top, surrounded by the laughter, arguing, chatting of the guys. Next to you and all around you, like a blanket of safety, you felt his arms around your waist, hands pressing into the small of your back in a comforting embrace; Filip.
Baby, you heard in your head, his voice washing over you like a summer breeze.
Baby.
“Christ, baby. Come back to me, love, please,” A desperate plea caused you to tense your body, “I’m gonna take ya home, lass, come on.” The familiar accent you loved so much sounded like it was right in front of your battered face.
You fluttered your eyes open, daring to leave your dreamscape just for the slim chance your mind wasn’t lying to you.
“There ya are, love, tha’s it,” You shuddered as a calloused, gentle hand brushed against your cheek, “Oh, lass, ‘m so sorry, my love. Come on, I’m gettin’ you outta here.”
You started to believe what you were seeing, close enough for you to touch. He was here.
Your Filip was here, right in front of you, reaching out to hold you, to wrap you in that warm embrace you so desperately willed yourself to imagine.
“Filip?” You croaked, your voice breaking as the realization finally sank in that he found you. He saved you.
“Aye, M'annsachd (my blessing), ‘m here,” He cooed to you, staring deep into your bruised eyes as you reached out to cling to the black cotton of his plain sweatshirt, “Put yer arms around me, lass. Come on.”
You did as he said, not thinking, just giving yourself over wholly to Filip, your savior.
He slid one arm around your back and the other under your bent knees, grasping you as gently as he could as to not cause you any more pain. Like you weighed nothing at all, he lifted you from the cold, hard concrete you’d lived on for god knows how many hours, maybe days. Exhausted and relieved beyond measure, your head fell to his broad shoulder as you slipped back and forth between awareness and unconsciousness.
You felt the heaviness of the room change as Filip carried you through the doorway, into one hallway, and turning down another.
“Oh Christ, sweetheart,” Another familiar voice filled your ears; Tig. “Is she alright?”
“Aye, for now. Let’s go,” Filip answered as you felt Tig’s hand brush over your hair affectionately.
Your eyes fluttered open and shut as Filip carried you through some rooms and up a flight or two of stairs. You caught a glimpse of who you could only assume used to be your captors. Their bodies slumped in an unnatural way, blood dripping down the wall behind them. Filip would tell you what they’d done to them if you asked, but you decided right then that you didn’t care. All that mattered is they found you, and those monsters got what they deserved.
A heavy door swung open and you felt the warmth of the sunshine beaming onto your skin for the first time in days. It washed a relief onto you that was only amplified when you saw the faces of more of the guys fleeting past you. Bobby, Opie, Jax, Happy, and Juice came into your view as Chibs kept walking towards the van, each with a look of despair or sympathy on their faces. Half-Sack sat up in the driver’s seat and turned the engine over as you got closer, his eyes widened.
You knew you must be looking worse for wear, but it must be worse than you thought given the looks each of the men gave you.
Filip settled you into his lap as the guys filed into the van and headed off towards home. Your bones began to ache as the shock wore off and the reality of your condition set in.
“Sleep, lass. We’ll get you home,” Chibs cooed into your ear, his hand brushing over your bloodied hair in the most comforting touch you’d ever felt.
You weren’t sure how long you were in the van, but you heard murmurs here and there as you faded in and out of sleep.
“Aye, she’ll be alrigh’, she’s gonna need all of us to get through it,” Filip spoke quietly during one of your short periods of awareness.
“We’re here both of you, brother,” Jax responded first.
“For anything, bro,” Bobby added warmly.
A chorus of mmhmm’s and yep’s followed the sentiments, undoubtedly accompanied by nods.
The next several hours went by in a blur. You were vaguely aware of the familiar voices coming and going, offering sweet encouragement and reassurances. You lost count of everyone who was there, but you made a note to thank every one of them for being there for you.
When you finally came to for more than a moment, the comfortable weight of a broad, calloused hand in yours pulled you fully into the waking world.
“Baby?” You croaked as best you could, throat dry from being under for so long.
“There’s my girl,” Filip smiled as he brought your hand to his lips, “Back wi’ the livin’”
“Thanks to you, Filip,” You weakly reached for his face, fingers gliding through the scruff on his chin, “You saved me.”
He leaned into your touch, pressing another sweet kiss to your knuckles, careful not to pressure on the bruises blossoming there.
“Aye, lass, maybe so,” He stood up to wrap you in his arms as best as he could over the rails of the hospital bed, “But you saved me long, long ago just by bein’ you, my angel.”
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HCs for Juice, Tig, and Happy being asked out on a date with a note written on a bag of weed? Maybe they've been flirting for a while, but haven't actually gone out on a date, so she decides "fuck it, he won't ask, I'm gonna do it." And she just tosses the bag at him from across the clubhouse with a big, cheeky grin.
He's shocked and then immediately down. He was hesitant, worried that maybe he was just reading into it too much and didn't want to ruin the friendship. He just thought you were sharing, but when he sees the note, his eyes are soft as soon as he lays his eyes on you. And will follow you wherever you'd like.
He still probably thinks it's a joke. Just more friendly banter with some flirting. But when he looks over at you and expects you to be laughing but sees you there with a face as serious as ever, the twinge of a hopeful smile tugging at your lips, he's nodding. Standing up and making his way over to you. Ready to take you out wherever you'd like.
He still thinks you're just trying to joke. Might blow you off with a wave of his hand and just take the weed then toss the bag. You'd probably have to throw another noted with a :( balled up at his head for him to realize that you're completely serious and not just trying to tease or be childish. He might not even answer that day, take some time to think it over before he finally says yes.
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Okay so I'm going to start writing fanfiction. I will write for the following:
Sons of anarchy:
Jax
Opie
Tig
Chibs
Happy
Half-Sack
Juice
Kozik
RatBoy
Mayans MC:
Angel Reyes
EZ Reyes
Gilly
Coco
Creeper
Bottles
Guero
Manny
Bishop
Yellowstone:
Kayce Dutton
Rip Wheeler
Ryan
Walker
For any other requests feel free to send an ask or dm and I can do my best to get it written for you.
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PSA - Sons of Anarchy Muses
Unless discussed and plotted, I write Gemma, Jax, Tig, Chibs, and Tara pre-seasons five to seven. I have to work out the details (aka go back and either rewatch or read the wikis) but their verses can be from season 1 up to season 4 where some of SAMCRO gets released from prison.
Unless writing with a Jax/Tara, Jax and Tara are both single for multi-ship purposes. For their separate threads, after Jax was released from prison he and Tara exist as co-parents to a four year old Abel and infant Thomas Jr. While visiting Jax in prison is where Tara and he decide to break up and co-parent their kids. They are close, but have fallen out of love due to the business.
For his verse, Chibs remains separated from his wife Fiona who is still living in Ireland with their daughter Kerianne. He remains in contact with Kerianne and maintains a close yet distant relationship with her (dependent in the event I happen to write with a Kerianne).
I am opening to write with a Venus Van Damme ship for Tig and we can work out the details/plot.
Gemma is married to Clay, however, their marriage is strained - perhaps on the verge of a divorced - and has no problem sleeping with other men as she knows 100% that he cheats on her. (Again, this is dependent on if I write with a Clay, we can always discuss plots).
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Adult!Abel and Adult!Thomas verses are post-season 7. No matter if I write with a Jax/Tara or anyone deceased character who is alive, their verse remains the same: Wendy and Nero took the boys to Norco to the farm where Abel became a rancher and Thomas went to school to become a veterinarian. They were raised away from the club and club business just as their father and Tara wanted. Unless writing with a Wendy and/or Nero, they are both deceased in their main verses.
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tig is 100% the type of guy to fall asleep at tv, then get mad when you try to change it saying "i was watching that"
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@strnza it gives tigliza
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I would like to request 24 and 38 for tig, that man has a sex drive like no other 🤣 I can see his eyes wide looking up at you in total shock and lust.
Welcome! Alright we are getting right to it! Tig with 24:No panties? and 38: Beg * rubs hands together* As always 18+. Smut below the cut.
You smirked as Tig looked up at you from where he lay on the garage floor. He had been working on his car all morning and you were bored and wanted some of his attention. You had slipped a short green sundress on and had barely made one pass when his hand had snaked out grabbing your ankle. "No panties?" he repeated as he licked his lips at the sight again before turning his icy blue eyes back to yours that radiated mischief.
Tig rubbed his face as he scooted farther out from under the car. "Sit on my face now." he demanded as he grabbed your other leg trying to pull you down quickly. Biting your lip you heard him groan as he realized your other surprise. Moving your dress so he could peek at you he shot you a stern look. "You touched yourself without letting me watch." he huffed his breath warm on your core. Your laugh at his disappointment was cut off quickly as he latched onto your clit like a starving man.
Tig cupped your ass firmly keeping himself firmly planted between your legs as you rocked on his face and cursed his name. Waves of pleasure crashed over you making you feel like you would drown as you fought for air in between orgasms. Tig loved nothing more than the taste of your sweet nectar as it washed over his tongue making him thrust up into the air.
"No more Tiggy" he heard you whimper as he made you come again, your body over stimulated and heavy feeling. Tig pulled you off his face and let you sit on his bare chest for a moment as you played with his hair. "Feels good babe" he murmured as he slid his hands over your ass kneading the soft flesh.
"I'll let you get back to your car" you stated with a smile as you stood up smiling. "Not so fast doll" chuckled Tig as he scrambled up after you. "My little friend here still needs to be handled" he whispered as he grabbed your hand and rubbed it against this pants. "Well what do you want me to do about that?" you replied coyly as you pulled from his grip. "I want you to put your hands on the car miss" replied Tig as he undid his pants and slid them down to his ankles.
Once you were in position Tig shuffled behind you lifting your dress before sliding into you. With one hand on your clit and another wrapped tightly in your hair he fucked you mercilessly. "Tig. Fuck" you hissed through clenched teeth as your body convulsed under his torture. "Should. Have. Worn. Panties" stated Tig each word punctuated with a strong snap of his hips before cumming deep in you.
As you lay panting beneath him you felt him pull from you. Before you could react you felt him at the entrance to your ass teasing you. "Tig" you started as you struggled to move your worn out body. "Lessons gotta be learned babe" murmured Tig as he chuckled used to this game the two of you played.
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𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐬' 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞
⤷ female, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!
Warnings: swears, mention of blood and bruising, also creeps
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𝐉𝐀𝐗
・Not surprised, but a tad shocked. He was used to this behaviour from his mother.
・But when he laid his eyes on you, all he could feel was pride.
"How'd the other guy look?"
"Way fuckin' worse, sweetheart," you said with a smirk.
"That's my girl."
・His arm wrapped around you as you left the station, Unser already pulling strings to get you out. Plus, the guy wasn't going to press charges.
・While getting on the back of Jax's bike you said, "You know what, it felt pretty good."
"I know it does babe, but please don't make it a regular thing," he replied and lightly slapped you on your thigh.
"I'll do my best..."
𝐎𝐏𝐈𝐄
・"The hell did that come from?" He asked as you walked through the front door, nursing a very swollen black eye. Apparently punching first doesn't mean you've won the fight.
・"Ugh, would you believe me if I said I ran into a pole?"
"You hate running."
"Fuck, you're right."
・Out of all the guys, he's the most surprised. It took him a while to process it, the story, the lump on your forehead.
・But to him, it meant you accepted this life.
・From his first marriage, Opie was used to having a s/o who was against the club, but with you - you took it in your stride.
・Completely intergrating with it.
・He pulled you onto his lap, cupping your face.
"That's a fucking big one," Opie said, tracing the outline of the bruise.
"I know. But I was the only one left standing."
𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐁𝐒
・Taken aback, mostly upset because you were arrested.
"You're saying my Old Lady, Y/n Telford, was arrested?"
"Yes," Unser said on the other side of the call. He watched you from the door.
Your head was leaning against the cold brick wall. Eyes shut, nose bleeding, but that was the extent of your injuries.
"And may I ask why, she got arrested," Chibs growled.
"She assaulted someone," with Unser's reply, a smile grew on your face.
"She fuckin' what-" then the line went fuzzy and all Unser heard was "I'm coming," before Chibs hung up.
・You weren't worried. Not about being arrested. Because you knew Chibs wouldn't let you stay in here.
・And you were right, because that very afternoon you were released and Chibs grabbed ahold of your face, checking for injuries.
"What were you thinking lass?"
"Oh honey, I wasn't-"
𝐓𝐈𝐆
・Surprised and kinda turned on by it
・It had been pure luck that you weren't arrested. The Sheriffs had been occupied with actual crime ... not a woman punching a creep square in the face.
・However, once Tig came home and saw the swollen, bruised hand of yours, he instantly knew what had happened.
"Look, all I'm gonna say is ... I'm proud of you baby. You put those creeps in their places. But next time, I want a few rounds too."
・You smiled up at him, and went to push yourself up from the couch but grimaced as you used your hand.
"Yeah, it's gonna be a bit tender for a while. Just relax. I'll do whatever you need me to."
・And then he came over and kissed your hand, examining the darkness that was still developing, the splits in the skin.
"Sheesh, you did a good job," Tig mumbled and went to go get your first aid kit.
𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐘
・The PROUDEST.
・The next day he told everyone in the meeting what happened and all the Sons clapped him on the back.
"Happens to all of us," Jax said with a wink.
・Not only was happy, Happy, he was ecstatic. Because it meant you weren't averse to violence...
・Not that he would readily bring it into the home now, it just meant that you didn't find him or his work disgusting.
・He's always worried about that. That one day, you'll just up and leave because this life isn't for you.
・But you know how he feels, and it was part of the reason why you gave that guy a shiner.
・He would've been only a few years older than you, but he wouldn't stop hitting on you. Not even when you told him you weren't single.
・So you thought, "fuck it, my family is a fucking bikie club," and you went for it.
・Explaining that to Happy made him ... kind of emotional.
𝐉𝐔𝐈𝐂𝐄
・Completely shocked.
・Not in a million years did he think you would be in a fight. Or at least a punch up.
・You were quite fiesty, and that's part of the reason why he loved you
・But he never thought that side of you would become physical.
"Babe, why?" Juice asked over his bowl. He had made dinner that night, wanting to do something.
"The fucker kept on staring at me. Even after I told him to knock it off, twice."
"Oh, he had it coming then."
・A part of him was upset that you had to defend yourself. He always wants to be the one to do that.
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Hi and for the love of God hello 👋🏼 after going back and forth i’ve decided to try my hand at writing for the mayans boys and the sons we all know and love! Please feel free to hit up my ask box <3
Requests: Open
who i write for:
- Mayans MC
• Angel Reyes
• Ez Reyes
• Coco Cruz
• Nestor Oceteva
• Neron “Creeper” Vargas
• Bishop Losa
• Hank Loza
• Gilly Lopez
• Michael “Riz” Ariza
- Sons Of Anarchy
• Jax Teller
• Juice Ortiz
• Opie Winston
• Happy Lowman
• Herman Kozik
• Filip “Chibs” Telford
• Alexander “Tig” Trager
What i take requests for:
• Headcanons
• Preferences
• Would includes
• Most likely to’s
What i don’t take requests for:
• Smut
• Self harm of any kind - talking about the reader having a mental illness is fine but i’m not comfortable writing about them harming themselves
• Reader being related to any of the characters
• Toxic relationships - We’re all about healthy, loving relationships in this house!
any gifs used are not mine!
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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…🙏🏻
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NSFW ALPHABET | Tig Trager
Author’s Note: obviously, as the title suggests, this is an NSFW alphabet. so it is very explicit. and, i mean this in the nicest way possible, but if you are under 18 years of age, don’t interact with this piece.
Pairing: Tig x Fem!Reader
A = aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
he’s used to fucking around with hookers, so tig is definitely getting re-acquainted with the whole “sticking around after sex” thing. he does try, though. it takes him a while, but he eventually realizes what would be classed as “aftercare”, and he really makes an effort for you.
he’ll pull a SAMCRO shirt from one of the drawers in his dorm—either to clean you up, or for you to shimmy on over your head—and get back into bed with you. he’d shower with you, if that’s what you wanted. but, really, he’d just want to lay there with you. holding you close, and peppering the occasional kiss against the top of your head in between conversation.
and, like, he’d obviously tell you how fucking good the sex was. and try to get another round out of you. or two, maybe…
B = body part (their favorite part of theirs and also their partner’s)
his favorite body part? his cock. sure, he loves his hands. he loves to feel things brush over those rugged, calloused palms. he loves to grab, to tug and pull anything he can. loves to choke you during sex. but his thick cock is certainly what tig admires the most about himself. purely because of what it does to you…
on you, however, he loves your ass. loves to look at it, to touch and tug at it. loves to slap it in passing, in hopes of leaving a crimson mark. he hopes that people notice the red protruding from beneath your shorts. tigger loves tits, too. loves to squeeze and suck them, looooves it when they bounce in his face when you’re on top.
really, tig is an easy man to please. he loves every last inch of you.
C = cum (anything to do with cum, basically……)
tig trager is fucking disgusting, it’s no secret. he cums anywhere and everywhere, making sure to mark his territory like some rabid beast. he’s into cum eating too, for sure.
D = dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
he’s pretty openly gross, right? there’s hardly anything tig would hesitate to elucidate to his brothers or you, but there is one thing he likes to keep under wraps to make things…interesting.
tig trager absolutely adores it when you two would fuck in a more public place (e.g. the clubhouse bathroom, or the back of one of the vans), finishes inside of you, and then sends you on your way. it’s just the thought of his seed spilling from your cunt as you’re walking back to a place full to bursting point with his brothers. his cum trailing down your legs while you’re talking to clay, or jax, or juice—completely oblivious to what the two of you had just been doing.
it turns him on more than he’d like to admit.
E = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
do we even need to think about this one? it’s tig! he’s a whore. he’s been around the block more times than most of the guys, and it shows. he’s a great lay, and he certainly knows how to please his sexual partners.
F = favorite position (this goes without saying)
oh, it’s absolutely doggy style.
the man loves it when you take him from behind, writhing beneath his hold. when you raise your hips, grinding against him, tig all but loses his mind. and, of course if you’re into it, he’d take advantage of the angle and take a fistful of your hair to tug right from the root.
he’ll slap your ass, too. y’know, considering he wants to mark you as his own. and he loves the way you moan when he thrashes your already stifling skin.
G = goofy (are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous?)
depends on the situation at hand. usually, he’s focused on getting you both off. but he might crack a joke, or make a strange passing comment, or even a weird face every so often.
H = hair (how well groomed are they?)
the hair on his head? obviously, it's very well groomed despite having a mind of its own at the best of times. his facial hair? eh. it depends on how he feels, but he’s usually got a little bit of something going on.
downstairs, however, his curls are just as unruly, though relatively neat and tidy. and, of course, the carpet certainly matches the drapes. just as dark, maybe even more so.
his chest is possibly the hairiest part of this man, though.
I = intimacy (how are they during the moment, romantic aspect……)
very. his hands are all over you, pulling, tugging, squeezing, caressing absolutely anything he can. his lips, too. they’ll ghost over your stomach, your chest and down to your breasts when he has you laying flat on your back.
when you’re in his lap, too, he’ll love to encircle your waist with his strong arms, and scatter kisses against your clavicle, before sucking on your tits.
J = jack off (masturbation hc)
he’s a very horny man, and he’d possibly die if he didn’t tug one out every so often. he has you, of course, but there are times where he’s away on long runs, or you aren’t there to (pardon the pun) lend a helping hand.
K = kink (one or more of their kinks)
he is into quite literally everything. but he especially enjoys it when you take a little bit of control over him. it doesn’t happen very often, but it’s always a fun time.
tig is also cool with knife play, gun play, he’d definitely have an affinity towards blood and possibly even fire. choking and spanking, too.
if you called him daddy, then tig would lose his fucking mind, too.
L = location (favorite places to have sex)
anywhere. his dorm, or just about anywhere in the clubhouse, anywhere that might get you two caught, the bathroom of every club or bar or restaurant that you two visit.
he’s even taken you on one of the picnic tables outside of the clubhouse.
M = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
absolutely anything. he’s horny 24/7. it does not take very much to get his blood pumping and dick hard.
N = NO (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
haha…tig doesn’t know what a turn off is. he is constantly turned on…
…unless you have dolls anywhere in the room.
O = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)
like we’ve said, he’s used to hookers. traditionally, he’s the one that gets head. but tig’ll love to pin you to the bed, spread your legs, and lap at your pussy every once in a while. and he wouldn’t expect you to return the favor because seeing you get off—watching your release hit like a semi-truckload of bricks—is enough for him.
as for skill?…it’s tig…he’s fucking incredible at eating pussy.
P = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual?)
it depends on the situation, the location, and whether you just want intimacy. by nature, he’s a pretty full on guy. but he’s adaptable. the fast and rough thing works for him, and you definitely enjoy that a little more than the slow and sensual. but, of course, there’ll come a time where you just wish to savor the moment, and tig is always down for that.
Q = quickie (their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc)
he really, really likes quickies—especially when you come to visit him at work, or attend parties and fights with him—but, with you, tig enjoys proper sex. purely because he can take his time, make you cum properly.
R = risk (are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc)
he will do absolutely fucking anything. it’s tig. he has no shame, no morals, and hardly any boundaries. if you want to fuck him in the chapel, right atop that damn table, he’ll take you there. if you want him to hold his knife to your throat, or gun to your head—empty, of course—then he’ll do it.
there’s nothing he won’t do when it comes to his sexual escapades with you.
S = stamina (how many rounds can they go for, how long do they last….)
oh, he’ll go all night. again, quickies are cool and he’s totally into that, but he can and will last for hours. as long as you’re game to get fucked by tiggy until dawn, then so is he.
T = toy (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
he doesn’t own toys, but if you happen to have a few, he’s more than happy to utilize a vibrator or cock ring every once in a while. if it makes you happy, then he’d especially be down for using toys on you to give you that extra stimulation for a more fervent orgasm.
U = unfair (how much they like to tease)
he is a bastard. he’s definitely into edging, i can just sense it. tig loves to tease, particularly when you’re having sex after an argument, or when you’re acting a little brattier than you usually might—just to see how far he can push you.
V = volume (how loud they are, what noises they to make)
the man doesn’t give a fuck how loud he is. he grunts and groans, of course, but most of his noise comes in the form of praise for you, and the occasional slap against your ass, or the headboard hitting against the wall.
when you moan, he wants everyone to hear who’s in there fucking you. he’ll get rougher with you, urging you to scream or cry out in complete ecstasy until he’s certain the whole club knows that you’re in his dorm.
W = wild card (get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)
tig would literally die if you ever mentioned this to the guys, but he’s always had a thing for getting pegged. you’d tried it out once—after a little convincing—and he fell in love with it.
he enjoyed the feeling of it, for sure. it was so different, so nice to feel pleasure that wasn’t from getting his dick sucked or hammering into you.
but, really, what he enjoyed the most was the power that it gave you. used to being the dominating force in the relationship, tigger lauded the thrill of taking a back seat and letting you show to him just how much you liked to take control over your man. he thinks it’s so, so hot.
X = x-ray (let’s see what’s going on in those pants)
oh, it’s a lot. despite most sweet talking guys not living up to expectations below the belt, tig is most definitely an exception to the cause. he’s about six or seven inches, and it’s thick. like, almost painfully so.
Y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
despite not being in his prime anymore, tig’s sex drive is still remarkably high. he’ll throw you down, fuck you senseless, and demand another round. and another. until you’re both completely exhausted.
but it doesn’t take very long until he’s talking you into bed again, just desperate to fucking destroy your pussy.
Z = zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
it’d depend on whether you are quick to fall asleep after you two finish. if you’re in the mood to talk for a while, take a shower, watch TV, or head out, then tig is happy to follow your lead. but if you feel like sleeping, then he’d lay there and trace circles over your back, or play with your hair, until you drift off. he’d do the same too, eventually.
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IM SO PUMPED
A Charming Journey Home (SoA)
This is probably my first attempt at an actual fic for Sons of Anarchy. This is not for minors. So I will post the actual story after the cut.
You ran away from Charming at 18, chasing Connor McGregor, a wannabe of the Sons of Anarchy all the way to Belfast, Ireland. You come back nine years later, older and wiser, and you find just what you need when you come back home....thanks to a surprising source, your crow-eater partying best friend Amanda.
(NOT FOR MINORS, PLEASE, under the cut)
You had recently left Connie, finally- fucking finally, and you were able to go back home to your parent’s in Charming. Mom and Dad loved having the kids back, and You had finally gotten that job at the bar. It was good enough for now, until you could find something better. You had been a nurse, but the hours weren’t what you wanted and you wanted to be there for the kids for now. Especially after what Connie had done to your daughter Shane. The kids needed you more, and your parents were enjoying the opportunity to be grandparents, even if it was a little late. Bartending seemed to work, and your parents didn’t really seem to care as long as everyone was okay, after what everyone had gone through with Connie. Shane’s face was finally starting to heal and the boys were finally sleeping all night.
“Come on, you’ll love it. You got to live a little. Your mom and dad have the kids so You can just chill.” Amanda bosses You around, just like old times as she tugged you over to her side. Amanda had been begging You to go to a SAMCRO party, and You Weren't sure. You had seen the Sons around, but never really bothered with them. You were too busy doing your job, serving drinks and making sure tabs were paid. Biker boys were the last thing You wanted.
“Mandy, really? You’re still a crow-eater wannabe?” You Asked with a slight laugh, mildly surprised that Amanda was still chasing that dream of being an old lady in the Sons of Anarchy. It was one thing to be twelve and dream and watch the Sons on their gleaming motorcycles, whispering about how gorgeous Gemma Teller was, and how cool all the women on the motorcycles were, and how cute the bikers were to piss off your parents.
You watched Amanda mingle with the crowd, sliding up to the prospects in their vests. You just trailed behind her, finding a quiet spot just inside, right near the bar. You sipped on a bottle of Guinness and watched the crowd, noticing quite a few handsome men in their cuts, noting which ones You thought were the most handsome and those You wouldn’t give the time of the day to. You listened to the voices of the crowd, blending in the music and soon You couldn't really decipher any specific conversation, just simply enjoying the random cacophony of lively noise.
Soon, You found your eyes frequently going back to two men, A gray-streaked man who was the and a wild-haired mischievous sergeant at arms. You couldn’t catch their names, it was too loud, and wild, as You watched the sergeant at arms yell about pussy, and taking swigs out of not the first bottle of beer of the night. The gray-streaked man was much more calm, his energy radiating quiet confidence as he sipped at a bottle of hard liquor and watched the entertainment with amusement. You just couldn’t decide- solid and dependent, or wild and mischievous. They seemed like a perfect yin and yang.
“Hey! Ya a friend of Mandy’s?” a prospect asked, slinking up to you. You shrugged and sipped at your beer, smiling slightly up at him. He was cute and handsome, but too puppy-dog for you. “How about a dance?”
“Nah, maybe later. I’ve gotta keep an eye on Mandy, make sure she gets home in one piece.” You used your beer bottle to point out Mandy, who was dancing on a stripper pole someone had set up, a small semi-circle of prospects lurking around her. Mandy was eating up the attention.
“Nah, she’s always here. You’re new. You’re interesting. Got a name?” You half-shrugged and gave the prospect your name, sipping your beer and making sure you didn’t overdo it. You had a feeling you’d become Mandy’s designated driver before long but you did want to have a drink or two. Mandy ended up half-naked on a pool table, spread-eagle, and only the prospects were all over her. None of the actual members seemed interested in Mandy.
“Let’s go, Mandie– “ you said as you tried to coax Mandy off the pool table, promising her Taco Bell on the way home. You and a couple prospects finally poured her in the backseat of your Jeep, and you were finally able to go home. You went back to your parent’s house, and dragged Mandy in with you, dumping her on the couch with a bucket and blanket. Your parents were asleep, your parents in the large love seat with Shane in their laps, her wild curls spread all over his arm. The two had a large comforter draped around them, Shane’s face with the pink scars criss crossing over her cheek was peeking out from under the blanket. She didn’t stir, your father’s grip on her keeping her secure and calm. You tiptoed down the corridor to the boys’ room, the twins in their bunk bed, soft snores coming from the dog sprawled on the lower bunk.
You loved the peace and calm, and you could finally relax, sliding in your room and shedding off your clothes. You relished the cool feel of the sheets against the exposed skin of your body, just too tired to change. Your mind went to the two men you saw at the party. You weren’t into biker boys anymore but… there was something about them. Perhaps it was the fact they were actual members, you vaguely remembered them from a decade ago. You remembered the smell of the leather, alcohol, and smoke from the clubhouse, and you lost yourself in one of your old fantasies. You laid back naked in bed, your hand sliding down to your belly. You remembered how your jeep was broken down right near T & M and you had to flag down one of the Sons to take it in the shop. You remembered the gray haired one, but he had brown hair back then, his scars giving him a scary and sexy air. You couldn’t remember if he had always had the beard or not, but you didn’t care. You remembered hearing his voice and getting wet from his voice. You remembered you used to call the shop, hoping to get him to answer the phone. Whenever you did, you would ask for your jeep to be taken in, sabotaging it every time he answered the phone.
You were not sure if he remembered you, but you knew if he saw your jeep, he sure as hell would recognize it. You were surprised your parents had kept it, right down to the Sons of Anarchy MC logo you had drawn on it with a sharpie. It had looked badass to you at sixteen, but now you were a mother of three and definitely over twenty five, you just cringed at that girl and wondered why your dad had not sand-blasted the shit out of it already.
Your brain switched to the fantasy of the man in the cut giving you a tow yet again. He would see your jeep, exclaim at how hot you were, and demand a blow job for service rendered. You’d of course protest, but then give in at the sight of the bulge in his trousers and get on your knees for him, his hands sliding through your hair and guiding you until he would come hard down your throat, telling you what a good dirty girl you were for him.
Your fingers slid through the slick, deftly and quickly bringing you a sense of relief with a decent orgasm in the silence of the night, but you did miss the thrill a real cock could bring you. Especially if it was attached to one of the men you fantasized about. Your heart beat heavily in your chest, as you righted yourself and curled up in your comforter and pillows. You let yourself sink into the dark abyss of sleep and comfort, finally realizing you were home. The Sons were here. You were safe.
Part 2 to come soon!!
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PDA With Tig Trager Headcanons
-Constantly being shown off by Tig, because he is beyond proud of the fact that you are actually with him.
-Tig keeping his arm around you whenever he is by your side, usually around your waist, but often around your shoulders as well.
-Him always greeting you with a kiss, whether it is at home at the end of the day, in front of the guys when you stop by the garage to see him, when he visits you at work, etc.
-Him coming up behind you and placing quick, playful kisses on you neck. While also ending up tickling you neck with his facial hair and making you laugh.
-You both have a lot of fun at SAMCRO parties hanging out with all of your friends, but you do still manage to never be far apart.
-Sitting on the couch in the clubhouse and Tig pulling you close. Him leaning into your neck to press a few soft, slow kisses there before starting to nibble on your ear.
-When he’s excited he put his hands on either side of your face as he leans in for a sloppy kiss, both of you smiling.
-Tig absolutely loving it when you call him by any term of endearment in front of other people.
-He is definitely not one to shy away from playfully grabbing your ass.
-Him pulling you close and whispering in your ear about all the things he wants to do once you two are alone.
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