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bullet-prooflove · 9 months

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Weak: Alexander 'Tig' Trager x Reader (feat: Clay Morrow)

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It’s the vote over Cara Cara that makes Clay realise that you’re a threat. It’s the first time in years that Tig has voted in the opposite direction to him, and it makes Clay stand up and take notice.

He knows that Tig has been fucking you, he hasn’t taken much interest in it, he never does when it comes to Tig’s conquests. His Tiggy is a magpie, he sees something shiny, he taps it and then moves on to the next thing. He’s not the type to get pussy whipped, he’s dependable that way. That is, until he isn’t.

Clay starts to look into you after that. He thinks you must be some premium fucking pussy to keep Tig on the hook. However, the more he discovers the more he doesn’t get it, because you are just so normal. You aren’t a porn actress like he originally thought, you don’t have a great ass or huge tits. You aren’t even much to look at.

It’s only when he sees the two of you interacting that something clicks in his brain. When Tig kisses you, it’s soft, his thumb caressing the blush of your cheek, those rings of his contrasting against your skin. There’s a tenderness in it and Clay fucking hates it. His Sergeant at Arms is a rabid dog on a leash, when he lets him off, he expects him to go feral.

Clay decides to fuck it up.

He wants to break the hold you have on his Sergeant in Arms. He wants the other man violent, reckless, untamed. He needs the other man at his worst. The more blood thirsty the better.

He picks a night when he knows Tig’s going to be at the clubhouse and he stages a little private party. He picks a couple girls, ones that are just Tig’s type and he pays them to do whatever the fuck the other man wants. In his heart he knows that Tig’s still the same deprived son of a bitch he’s always been.

When the blonde climbs in his lap, Tig isn’t having any of it. Six months ago, he would have given her the ride of her life, he would have fucked her until she didn’t know which was up, instead he simply leaves.

Clay feels like he doesn’t even know the other man anymore.

It’s clear you’re a bigger influence than Clay realised. Tig’s become a different person since he’s taken up with you and Clay can’t have that. He needs him unhinged; he needs him loyal. He needs to destroy the other man so badly that there’s no coming back from the darkness.

In short, Clay needs to get rid of you and he realises that Amir Ghazeni is the solution to the problem because the disappearance of both his brothers ties directly back to you.

Clay remembers that visit up to Stockton four years ago, the one where Otto had asked him to get rid of a 22. and a shiny new red convertible registered to Omar Ghazeni. Nothing, related to the club, he’d assured him. One of Luann’s girls had had a problem with a Persian and taken care of it herself, Clay didn’t have to worry about the body but the car, it was distinctive. In exchange Otto had done a couple of favours for him, that had added a few more years to his sentence. Luann loved that girl like a daughter, and Otto would do anything for Luann. It’s not a leap to guess that that girl is you.

Clay has no doubt that Tig killed Kia. Jax had tasked him with cutting him loose after all that drama at the torture porn studio and he guessed that Kia must have said something Tig didn’t agree with because the next thing they know, the club are getting questioned about the younger Ghazeni’s fire engine red jacket floating in the docks.

He tries to confirm a couple of details with Otto but the other man is tight lipped. He thinks that maybe Luann wasn’t the only one, who saw you as more than just an employee. He discovers that you’ve been putting money in Otto’s commissary since Luann had been killed, and that you’ve been visiting him in prison as often as you can.

He meets with the remaining Ghazeni in secret. He keeps Tig out of it. After all he doesn’t want Amir coming after the club, just you. The terms are this, Amir can do whatever the fuck he wants with you, Clay doesn’t give a shit about the details, so long as your body ends up on Tig’s doorstep. That’s all he asks.

It goes wrong from the very fucking beginning because Clay doesn’t count on three things, the fact you carry a 9 Mil., that Tig has been teaching you how to shoot and that Jax is with you at the time.

When the Persians try to snatch you up, you’re finishing up a meeting with Nero Padilla about expanding into the escort business. Clay’s made sure that Tig is as far away as possible, he has him up in Bakersfield, checking in with Packer about a nasty spot of business regarding some ex-cult members. What he didn’t factor in was Jax attending the meeting on behalf of the club, because Jax didn’t tell him. He’d kept his cards close to his chest because he didn’t know how viable to deal would be.

It ends up with three dead Persians, one of which Jax recognises from the torture studio leading them straight back to Amir Ghazeni. The whole fucking story plays out around the table that evening, when Tig, for the first time in his life comes clean about the whole fucking thing. He tells his brothers about what happened to you, about Omar’s death when he came for you a second time, about the video and how he lost his fucking shit when Kia rubbed his face in it.

Strip me of my rank, he tells them, take my kutte, but don’t tell me that any one of you wouldn’t have done the same thing if it was someone you loved.

In the end Tig loses his position but keeps the kutte because there isn’t a soul in the room other than Clay that can begrudge his actions. Of course, the story endears you to them even more. Prior to this you were just a business partner and the girl that they knew Tig was fucking.

Now he’s telling everyone you’re his old lady, that he’s killed for you. It makes you part of the family and just like that you have the protection of the club.

It infuriates Clay but he’s sure that none of this shit can lead back to him because they’ve already found Amir Ghazeni on his yacht with a bullet in his head.

Clay doesn’t realise that they’ve taken a vote until two days later. He’s done a lot of dirty shit up until this point, the waters are so muddied that even he can’t tell what’s in the name of the club or for himself.

When he comes to table that night, he sees Jax sitting in his seat at the head of it, the gavel grasped firmly in his hand. He recognises the hardened expressions on each of his brothers faces as they march in, one after the other.

It’s Tig he looks to, the one he’s always been able to turn to in his time of need. There’s murder in those vivid blue eyes of his, he runs his tongue along his bottom lip as if he can already taste Clay’s blood in his mouth because he knows what he’s done, what he tried to do.

It’s Otto that blew him up. Otto that heard about what almost happened to you and put the pieces of his last conversation with Clay together. Otto, who summoned Tig and Jax to Stockton.

They find the recording on Amir’s yacht, the one that the Persian had made of the conversation between the two of them. Bobby thinks he was planning to use it as leverage in case the rest of the MC ever found out it was him that had taken you. The worst part Jax tells him is that he knew what Amir would do to you, that he looked at your history and decided to play it out all over again, that he told Amir to leave your body on another brother’s doorstep.

There isn’t a person in the room who doesn’t understand the implications of that, of what that level of brutalisation would do to another man, to someone that Clay was supposed to care about.

“For what?” Jax asks him. “What the fuck was all of this for?”

Clay turns his head to Tig and meets his gaze. There’s a moment of understanding between the two of them before he says.

“She makes you weak brother.”

“No.” Tig responds, shaking his head. “She makes me human.”

Clay throws back his head and laughs.

“Pussy can’t give you redemption Tiggy, you know that.”

It ends with Clay kneeling over an open grave on the outskirts of Charming, staring into the depths of the soil below him.

“Any last words?” Tig asks him as he jams the barrel into the back of Clay’s skull.

“She’s not right for you Tig, you know it and I know it…”

Tig pulls the trigger, splattering Clay’s brains into the earth before his body tips forward landing in a crumpled heap at the bottom of the hole. He stares down at the man he’s served for the majority of his adult life and wonders when the presidency started to twist him, when the power sunk it’s claws into his skin and shredded his soul.

“He’s wrong you know?” Jax says as Tig passes the gun to him. “She’s good for you.”

“I know.” Tig tells him, his gaze shifting back to the mass of flesh and bones in the depths of that hole. “That’s why he tried to take her away from me.”

“Go home.” Jax tells him, his gloved hand clasping Tig’s shoulder and squeezing tightly. “Tell your girl she can sleep easy tonight.”

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dallianceangel · 17 days

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𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐍𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐲 🫦❤️‍🔥

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

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“Well, Alexander, I think we’re alone now.”

“Yeah, I think we are,” Tig replies before looking over at you and noticing you swinging your black thong around your finger. He sighs, “Really? Now?”

“Why not? Chucky will be gone for ages so we need to kill time,” you laugh, dropping to your knees before crawling to him. Palming him through his trousers, it isn’t long before the van starts rocking.

Getting carried away, you both fail to realise that you’re not the only people in the parking lot, and that people can hear you. Soon enough, the police are called.

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ankhmutes · 11 months

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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.

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ill-heart · 1 year

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Tig: Being a creep isn't a choice.

Chibs: Really ?

Tig: It's a game and I'm winning.

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abbatoirablaze · 2 years

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Tig's Daughter Master List

This series is complete! ✔️

Alexandra Traeger was a normal fresh-faced eighteen-year-old. You know, if being normal is your mom riding biker dick and following it up to Northern Cali after leaving your dad when you were seven years old. But now that she's no longer receiving child support, she's ready to kick Alex to the curb. And you know, they always say there's no better time than the present.

Tig misses his youngest daughter, the one that was named after him, and he wants to make up for the time that he missed...but he never knew what it was going to take stepping back into his daughter's life.

There will be no warnings before each chapter. This will take place in the vein of SOA before Half-sack's death (obviously), but OC isn't really aware of the club's shit. Will include mentions of sex, angst, tense relationship, gun violence, knife violence, and death. If you've seen SOA you know.

Chapters

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

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little-horror-smut · 27 days

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This man makes my heart beat fast. Ooff, hes even more handsome in real life. So i happy i got to meet the man behind the blue eyes ❤️🔥

#kim coates #tig trager #tiggy #coates #blue eyes #alexander trager #selfie

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yourwinchesterbros · 1 year

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Tig Trager to the Scrapbook - It’s the bowlegs for me

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mrsfilipchibstelford · 2 years

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ravennaortiz · 3 months

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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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mysticalmallard · 6 months

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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.

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bullet-prooflove · 4 months

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Special Delivery: Alexander 'Tig' Trager x Reader

Part of @storiesofsvu Holiday Bingo! The square was Winter Cabin!

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Part of the Crazy, Fucked Up Love Arc:

Crazy, Fucked Up Kind of Love - Tig discovers your secret.

Not Leaving: - Tig tells you he's not leaving.

Show You - Tig shows you how beautiful you really are.

Welcome Home (NSFW) - You welcome Tig home in a very special way.

Tig decides he wants his first Christmas with the baby to be special, even if his son still resides inside of you. It’s the reason he plans a babymoon a fortnight before your due date. He has everything planned to perfection. He heads up to the cabin a few days before Christmas Eve with Juice and Kozik, together they set up the tree and decorate the cabin. Jax chops firewood outside, leaving the stack alongside the hearth.

The only problem is Tig can’t cook, he has a couple of recipes under his belt but beyond that he’s out of his depth. He asks Gemma for help and as usual she comes through for him.

“You gonna propose or something?” She asks him as she plans out the shopping list.

“Suzie’s been a trooper while I’ve been running between Stockton and Reno trying to smooth over all this shit with the guns.” He tells Gemma as he sits down at her kitchen table with a cup of coffee. “I haven’t been around as much as I would have liked.”

“You’re trying to make it up to her before the baby comes.” Gemma says knowingly, tapping her pen upon the surface of the notepad.

“I want to remind her how special she is.” Tig explains to Gemma, his thumb tapping against the mug. “How much her and the baby mean to me. It’s not been easy, being apart, especially when she’s so far along.”

“Hence Christmas up in the cabin.” Gemma summarises as she sits back in her chair. “It’s rustic, it’s quiet, the perfect place to have a little mommy and daddy time before baby Matthew arrives. I’ll cook something up for the two of you and get Chibs to bring it up later with the gifts from him and Evelyn.”

“Thank you, you’re a godsend.” Tig says, kissing her on the cheek as he raises to his feet.

When you step into the cabin, he can see how much you love it. You’ve always wanted to have Christmas in a cabin, you remember telling him that on your second date. You’d been talking about favourite holidays; he wasn’t big on them, but you were. You loved everything about the Christmas season, the lights, the magic, even the Santa suit…

Especially the Santa suit as he had learned last year. He’d noticed the way you’d got a little hot and bothered while editing a Santa porno and decided to test his theory. It had been the most debauched night of his life, the things the two of you had gotten up to…

He can’t look at old St Nick without a blush creeping across his cheeks and he certainly could not return that suit.

You spend the evening in front of the fire, resting on Tig’s chest as you doze on the couch. You listen to the sound of his heart beating in his chest, your fingers playing over the fine chest hair. You’re half asleep when Chibs lets himself in. Tig tilts his head towards the other man who holds up a gift bag of presents in one hand and bag of carefully prepared food in the other.

“Just dropping off.” He says softly, a smile tugging at his features.

You struggle into a sitting position on the couch, your palm smoothing over the roundness of your belly before you say.

“Actually Chibs, I think my water just broke.”

It moves quickly from there.

There’s been a crash on the country road leading up to the cabin, there’s no way an ambulance can get through until the cars have been cleared from the road. It’s a fast labour, before you know it Chibs is between your legs telling you to push. Tig sits behind you, your back pressing against his chest as he murmurs soothing words into your ear.

The language that comes out of your mouth...

A sailor would be proud.

Chibs delivers the baby on the rug in front of the fire.

“Welcome to the world bonnie wee lad.” Chibs grins as he holds up the baby. He has a flock of Tig’s dark hair and the most beautiful blue eyes you’ve ever seen. Chibs wraps the infant up in a fleece blanket from the back of the couch before handing him over to you.

Tig’s cheek comes to rest against yours as you cradle your son close to your chest, his lips ghosting across your skin.

“You did good Suzie Q.” Tig whispers as he looks down at Matthew Filip Trager. “You did so good.”

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dallianceangel · 2 years

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𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐨 𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐀𝐭 🤳🏼😜

I think I've finally found my writing mojo again👏🏼 Hope you enjoy reading.

Credits to the owner for the Halloween divider.

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“You did what, Tig Trager?!”

Tig can barely hide his mischievous grin as he reaches for his cell phone to show you the photo that he recently sent to your ex-boyfriend. Your ex-boyfriend who can’t seem to move on and give you the peace that you deserve. “Gave that stalker of yours something to look at.”

Your eyes widen as you look at the photograph that Tig had you take a couple days ago. It’s a close-up of your pussy that your boyfriend is worshipping with his skilled tongue, his eyes looking at the camera as if to say look at what you’re missing, cheating asshole. “Won’t that just piss him off even more?”

“If it does, they’ll be something waiting for him if he shows his face round Charming again,” he replies, pretending to cock his gun that he just pulled from out of his pocket.

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love-fictional-ppl · 1 month

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Tig Trager who is obsessed with his ol’ lady.

Tig Trager who definitely has one or two tattoos dedicated to his ol’ lady.

Tig Trager who will give his ol’ lady head better than anybody else, he’s a pro.

Tig Trager who can only think about his ol’ lady when he’s locked up. Her calls and visits are the only thing keeping him sane.

Tig Trager who will lay his head in his ol’ lady’s lap while she’s reading or watching tv just so she’ll play with his hair.

Tig Trager who steals his ol’ lady’s panties. He keeps them in his pockets so that when he misses you he can sniff them, he’s a weirdo.

#tig trager x reader #tig trager #alexander trager x reader #sons of anarchy #tig trager smut #samcro #my hubby 💕

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drakoneve · 7 months

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Sons of Anarchy Masterlist

Requests are OPEN. Who I write for listed below the cut;

Tig Trager

Long Run.

Tig w/ a cat person

Chibs Telford

coming soon...

Jax Teller

coming soon...

Juice Ortiz

Destined Meetings.

Opie Winston

coming soon...

Happy Lowman

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abbatoirablaze · 2 years

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Tig's Daughter, Chapter 1

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Tig’s POV

"I don't know what to do with her anymore," she sobbed over the phone, "that girl is an absolute demon. She drinks. She parties. She whores herself out to any man that looks at her. And it's all your fault."

"What?" I all but yelled at her through the line, "how is this my fault? You took Alex away the second you found some other dick to ride, Brenda! I wanted to keep my daughter here, but you said no."

"You weren't even allowed unsupervised visits with your first two daughters," she scoffed, "do you really think I was going to let you take care of her?"

"How in the hell is this all my fault then?" I asked, "I wasn't even allowed to see her! I haven't seen her since she was six."

"Well maybe if you and your stupid friends didn't give Dawn and Fawn your guns to look at it would be a different story," she wailed, "our baby would be a good girl. But instead, she's a whore, and a dropout just like her father!"

"That's a crock of bullshit and you know it, Brenda."

"You're taking her now though!" she exclaimed loudly, "you get to deal with the little tramp that she's become!"

Without anything further, my ex hung up her phone, leaving me empty on the other side of the call. My heart raced as I thought about what we’d just argued over. I would have Alex…my youngest daughter. Yeah, I loved my daughters, but could I handle raising one of them?

I didn't even have a house. I just had my dorm room. What about Charming? She hadn't lived here since she was a little kid. Would she be able to readjust, or would it be too much for her?

What did she mean that she was a dropout?

"You okay, Tig?" I turned around to see my president, Clay.

"I gotta talk to you about something, brother."

"Yeah," he agreed, sensing something was off with me, "everything alright with you, Tig?"

"You look a little pale," his old lady sighed, coming up and touching my face. I brushed Gemma off and she gave me a concerned look, "is everything okay, sweetie?"

"Yeah, look Gem," I sighed before looking to my president, "Clay. We got an issue. My old lad-"

"Colleen?" Gemma asked, cutting me off, "oh god, is everything okay with Dawn and Fawn?"

"No. No. It’s not Dawn and Fawn or Colleen for that matter," I said, shaking my head, "the girls are good. It's Brenda."

"That nasty crow-eater!"

"Yeah, Gem," I sighed, “her…she just called me.”

Clay started laughing, "she finally getting on you about not paying child support?"

"No, I paid up more than enough to her," I said, shaking my head, "She said I have to take my youngest or she's kicking her out. Alex is only seventeen."

"Oh my god," Gemma gasped, "she can't kick that baby out. She lives in Oakland."

"How do you know where my old lady moved to?"

"I keep tabs on people," she shrugged as though it were no big deal, "plus, I send the kid a birthday gift from you every year."

"You do?"

"Well, someone had to let that kid know that she was loved," Gemma shrugged, "I only have Jax in my life. I wish JT gave me a baby girl."

"I coulda given you something," Clay chuckled deviously, “but you got that locked down tighter than Fort Knox.”

"Yeah…given me something with what," she scoffed, "all snipped nine inches."

"Listen," I laughed, very grossed out about hearing about Clay's dick, "I don't need to know some shit. I just wanted to know if I could bring Alex here. You know, at least until I get a place. I can't let Brenda throw the poor kid out."

"Of course, brother," Clay smiled, "she's your kid."

"I'll make sure we prep the extra room," Gemma smiled, "does she need anything? You know what, I've gotta run to the store for Jax anyways, I'll get her some toiletries."

Before I could say anything against it, she was out the door.

"Women," Clay laughed, “swear she’s looking for reasons to run and do shit.”

"You think it'll be alright here, Clay?"

"You sound nervous," he chuckled, "what makes you think she won't be safe here?"

"Just in Charming," I admitted, "I know shit can get kind of dangerous around here. Guess I just don't want her to be part of that. It's why I didn't fight Brenda very much with the custody. Just like I didn't fight Colleen."

"You didn't fight either of those bitches because you and Kozik were dumbasses that left your piece out around children," Clay chuckled, throwing an arm around my shoulder, "but you're a different man now, Tig. If those kids could see you, they would know that. And trust me when I say we'll keep your little girl safe."

"Thanks brother."

"Now you go call that crazy bitch back and tell her that you're picking up your daughter," he laughed, "I'll get you out of the protection run tonight and Gemma can ride up with you to help get some things that she can bring back."

"Thanks Clay."

I turned around and reached for my phone once more to call my exes number. She picked up on the second ring, "What in the hell do you want now, Alex?"

"I'll pick her up tomorrow."

She scoffed, and I could hear something going on in the background.

"Well tomorrow isn't good enough," she said very matter-of-fact, "I just told that little bitch to pack her shit, because she's out tonight."

"Tonight?"

"Yeah, tonight," she laughed, "I'm giving her an hour to pack, and then I'm throwing her shit out and I’m done with her.”

"She can't be that bad, Brenda," I sighed, running a hand through my hair, "come on. Just let her stay tonight, and I'll pick her up tomorrow. I gotta get shit ready for her."

"Well guess what Alex. I'm sick and tired of raising this little monster. She's every bit as much like you and I'm out of my mind trying to keep her in line. In an hour I'm kicking her out of the house, and she can find her own way to Charming. She’s not my problem anymore. She’s yours. You can figure it out.”

"Shit," I growled, "Brenda, I can’t even get up there in an hour, let al-“

“Not. My. Problem. Alex.”

"Dad?"

I nodded at my little girl. It looked like the breath was caught in her throat as she stared at me, "hey pumpkin."

"Wh-what are you doing here?"

"Your mom."

"What did Brenda do now?" she asked sadly, "is she in jail again? Did CYS reach out to you?"

"She's letting you come live with me," I said simply, pulling out a cigarette and lighting up, "thought you knew. She was on the phone with me earlier."

"No," she said, shaking her head, "I thought she was joking when I came home between shifts. It didn't even look like she was on the phone when I was leaving for work again. She really called you?"

"Yeah," I nodded, "told me that I had to take you tonight. After a few calls back and forth she finally told me that she was throwing your shit out and you were on your own."

"Stupid bitch. It's probably because of the new guy that's been living with us for a few weeks. He'd been eyeing me up lately and last week he tried hitting on me," she growled, "you know, I pay for that apartment...she hasn't had a real job in years. Before I started working under the table here, she would whore herself out to the closest guy."

"What you mean?" I almost yelled. A few people looked at me, and I lowered my voice, "you said a man's been living with you and your mother. That fucker didn't touch you, did he?"

"No," she said quickly, shaking her head, "but mom's treating me like I'm fucking him. That worn out cunt won't believe anything I say."

"Hey, that's your mother," I said simply, "regardless of how you feel about her, don't say that shit."

"Why not?" she asked, folding her arms, "do you know the kind of life I've had to live since she took me away from you?"

"No, bu-"

"Alexis," a voice called from the back, "order up! Table eighteen."

"I'll be back," she sighed. She grabbed a cup and saucer from under the counter and poured me a cup of coffee, then handed me a menu, "you're probably hungry. Pick something out. It's on me. I'm technically done once table eighteen is gone. We can eat dinner and talk."

"Any suggestions?"

"Stay away from the fish," she laughed, "it's turning."

I watched as she walked away from me and over to the food window. She picked up the plates and rushed over to a table of guys in their twenties. Fighting back every urge to beat the shit out of them when they flirted with her, I forced myself to look at the menu instead.

She ran between them and a few other people that were along the bar of the diner before coming back to me.

"What do you normally get?" I asked.

"You'll laugh," she smiled, "but I remember when I was little...when mom would leave on her benders you would make the best chocolate chip pancakes. They make them the exact same, I swear. After a day like today I usually get that."

I felt a small pang in my heart as my little girl told me that. I was her comfort. I was her safe space. Her fond memory that she held onto was of me burning chocolate chip pancakes because that was the only thing I could make.

"Chocolate chip pancakes it is then," I smiled. She took my menu and put it into the pos. When she'd collected the bill from the table of jackasses and a few others the bell dinged, “damn it…”

"Go sit down," an older woman laughed, playfully elbowing my baby girl, "your food's up. Clock out."

"Edie, I'm fine," she laughed, “I can take this table for you.”

"No, no," she cooed, shooing her from behind the counter. I watched as Alex sat next to me and she put her apron on the bar next to her, "so, who's this gentleman you've been chatting up."

"Oh, uh, yeah," she sighed, "this is my dad."

"The father of our little Alexis?"

"Yeah," she smiled. She looked at me and it felt like her eyes were glowing. Like I was some amazing figure to her, "I haven't seen him in forever.”

"Well, I feel honored to finally meet you, Mr. Trager," the old woman smiled, "finally getting to meet the person our amazing little one was named after."

"That's me." I smiled, throwing my arm around my daughter as I was unable to hold back my enthusiasm.

"You know I've heard so much about you," she laughed, "Alexis has told me so many stories about when she was growing up."

"Nothing bad I hope."

"No," she laughed, "she said that you work as a mechanic and that you love motorcycles. She's told me about her childhood dog, Missy, and her older sisters. I'm so glad that she has someone positive in her life other than that wretched woman."

"Is she talking about your mom?"

"Mom," the woman laughed, "more like pimp. That woman comes in here every Friday acting like she was the one that worked. She tries to get everyone to give her Alexis' pay checks."

"Edie."

"No," she sighed, "I'm glad someone's finally here to be in your corner. Maybe your father can set your mother straight."

"That's the last thing I wanted to talk to you about," my daughter sighed, sliding her apron across the table, "my dad is here because my mom kicked me out after my first shift. He drove up from Southern Cali because I'm going back with him...I uh-I guess this was my last shift."

"Oh sweetie," the woman cooed, “oh lord.”

She shot around the counter and spun Alex around, wrapping her in a big hug, I swore I could have heard the two of them holding back a few sniffles.

"You better call me once a week," the woman sighed, "I want to know you're doing okay."

"I will Edie."

"And you," she said, turning to me, "you better make sure this baby gets to be a little girl. Her mother robbed her of that."

"she will ma'am," I sighed, putting a hand on my daughter's shoulder as I saw the little girl my daughter really was instead of the picture my ex had painted. My heart ached for her, "don’t worry ma’am, she will."

Chapter 2

#tigs daughter #soa tig #tig trager #alexander trager #soa #sons of anarchy season 1 #sons of anarchy #motorcycle #motorcycle clubs #charming #clay morrow

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