welcome to the bar.
no windows. bad lighting. red so dark it looks like dried wine.
i’m shelbee m'lynn
i’m barely 22, sitting sideways in a leather-clad 58-year-old man’s lap, trying to remember my middle name while he keeps sliding me whiskey cokes like they’re holy communion. my lipstick is gone, kissed clean off, and my thoughts are sticking to the booth like spilled sugar and smoke.
this blog is for:
ashtray hearts.
older men with ruined knuckles.
young girls who know better and do it anyway.
slow songs. bad decisions. dive bars that feel like confessionals.
Summary: Tig is greeted with disobedience on his last foray with Gemma and leads to an even better video for his collection than he had expected.
TW: Cheating. As always 18+
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Tig hummed to himself as he dismounted his bike in Clay and Gemmas driveway. There was no need to hide it given the fact he was Clays right hand man and the fact he was always the one told to keep watch of his wife while he was locked up. No one had ever questioned his bike being parked at all hours or for long durations because Tig was as loyal as they came. He would never dare cross a line well he would but everyone knew he would never sleep with someone’s Old Lady. Especially his Presidents. This blind trust was what had let him bag not one but a total of four of his brothers wives. Not just once but many times, hell even sometimes in pairs and that one time all four of them were in his bed for a weekend. Tig grinned at the memory as he used his key to let himself inside, closing and locking the door behind him before kicking his boots off and shrugging out of his kutte.
The sound of faint moans traveled down the hall from Gemma and Clays bedroom. He frowned as he had firm rules about once he contacted them the women should wait patiently for Daddy Tig, never start without him. He sighed as he made his way down the hall to the dimly lit bedroom, the moans getting louder and the slight sounds of a toy as well could be heard making him more annoyed. Pushing the door open his eyes landing on a sight that had his semi erect cock, completely at attention greeted him, even though he was pissed at Gemmas disobedience. In nothing Gemma was face down on the mattress she and Clay shared. Hips bouncing back to meet the thrust of the machine behind her that held what Tig knew would be two of his replica cocks he has made for the Old Ladies to use when they had to be apart for long periods of time.
“Mmmm Tiggy” moaned Gemma as she turned her head to look at him over her shoulder, eyes rolling as she came. Manicured nails digging into the bed sheets as her body spasmed. Tig was quite as he undid his belt and jeans. Shoving his pants and boxers down he dug into the bag by his discarded clothes and grabbed a wooden paddle he kept specifically for Gemma. She always had been the most difficult and he knew she needed firmer punishments than the others. Moving to the bed he delivered to swift smacks to her bare ass, one to each cheek causing her to cry and pitch forward to escape the blows.
Tig was quick to grab her hair pulling her back as he delivered two more blows to each ass cheek delighting in the quickly blooming red welts that were showing. “Naughty whore, won’t be able to explain these to hubby tomorrow” he cooed as he watched tears leak down her cheeks as she murmured she was sorry for being bad. Tig swiped a thumb down her cheek catching a couple tears before bringing it to his mouth and sucking, moaning at the salty liquid. As much as he loved the taste of pussy he loved the taste of a whores tears more. Glancing around to the cameras he had placed years ago he confirmed they were all recording already as he had hoped. He was so glad he had Juice help him get the best set up even if the kid didn’t know what Tig was truly using it for. He would have to give him a special present soon he thought to himself as a mental note.
Tig continued to stroke Gemmas cheek as the sex machine continued to pump the replicas cocks in and out of her holes. He reached towards it and turned the speed and vibration down as low as possible making Gemma grumble before stopping as he smacked her face slightly as a warning. Tig was running though his checklist making sure he had all he needed from her before he could delve into the true fun and just let himself go. He had plenty of photos, videos of Gemma with not just him but also her indulging in her Bi side he enjoyed. The two of them had tag teamed plenty of women together over the years, in fact it had been the thing that started it all when she had drunkenly confessed to him one night how she missed the taste of pussy and Clay did not allow her to partake once they started a relationship. Tig had been appalled and quickly got one of the crows for her. Since then they had moved on to better things such as Jax’s wife Tara. Nothing he loved better than ordering those two to play together and please him, especially while he sat at the head of the table at the clubhouse.
A shake of his head quickly had Tig back to the scene in front of him and back to his list. He already had done the replica exchange, while Gemma had made good use of his pieces he had kept hers locked away in pristine condition in a glass case in his basement alongside Taras, Donnas and his best friends wife. He had all he needed and his checklist for Gemma was complete as it was for the other three regulars as well. Since he had Tara booked for tonight he figured he would just get a blowie from Gemma before leaving her tied to the machine until he came back to collect her tomorrow for the drive to get Clay from prison. He would let the cameras record all night since they instantly downloaded to the servers in his basement.
Letting go of Gemmas cheek he set the wooden paddle on Clays nightstand and climbed onto the bed. Moving on his knees he got in front of Gemma and grabbed her chin with one hand gently as he moved his cock towards her mouth. “Keep your eyes on me Gem and suck” he murmured as he painted her lips with his precum a small grin appearing as her tongue darted out to lick up the salty mess before opening wide for him. He slowly inched his cock into her mouth groaning as her tongue snaked along the underside of his shaft, her lips stretching around the girth of him in a way that looked painful but he couldn’t care. Once he was halfway in he grabbed the sides of her head and thrusted forwards harshly. He delighted in the struggles of her body as she jerked around, nails digging into his flesh and sounds of gagging filling the room along with the squelch of the toys in her pussy and ass as the machine continued to fuck into her.
“Settle” he cooed as he looked down into her shining eyes as tears spilled down them again, lids droopy as she lost oxygen. Drooling bubbling between her lips and his cock. He could feel her losing consciousness in his grip, pulling back so just the tip was in, he watched her gasp for air like a fish out of water before slamming back in again. He did this teasing game for several minutes until he decided to finally get his release. He quickly started violently thrusting into her throat as his hands came to wrap around it. His grip making Gemmas throat constrict around his cock even tighter than before. She choked and gagged, vison tunneling as he used her mouth like his personal fleshlight until he came with a growl down her throat, pulling back as he continued to twitch and leak cum spraying her face and hair. Gemma slumped forward as drool and cum leaked from her mouth, whimpers and low moans falling from her as she came hard again on the toys inside her.
Tig moved off the bed his cock still dripping on the bedding and floor as he moved to his bag and carried it to the nightstand. Tucking away the paddle he grabbed out the restrains and spreader bar and began assembling them and locking Gemma into position on her bed. Keeping her face down and ass up. Once that was complete he dug around for the spare camera and set it up so he could get close up recording of her holes as the machine fucked her throughout the night. Once that was placed he, kissed Gemma on her sweaty forehead before placing a gag to muffle her moans. Once dressed he flipped the light switch off and shut the bedroom door before flipping his phone open to shoot Tara an on the way text before moving to the app that controlled the machine and setting it to the punishment setting he had saved specifically for Gemma before heading out the door and onto his next conquest.
ok I've been reading your uncle tiggy and his little lady and I've noticed that she's always self soothing by grabbing his fingers in her mouth does she have an oral fixation?.And if so how did she discover it, how did Tig react to this the first time and does she ever take his fingers in her mouth while having sex and his being a bit too rough on her? I'm sure his icky about it too I just can't prove it!
uncle tiggy is fucking nasty and icky at all times w his little lady.
it started because one time she was crying and he could not get her to shut the fuck up, while he's trying to last as long as he can while he's balls deep.
hand cradling her jaw, digging in slightly to keep her still, he shoves his thumb past her lips, her quiet sobs vibrating against the salty pad.
it started as a sex thing.
then he noticed her buying cigarettes more often, skin around her nails torn apart, pen caps chewed to hell and back, a fucking vape in addition to the cigarettes, going out with juice to smoke more.
then when they're home and shes moping around, crawling into his lap at night, he starts offering it to her. she's holding his warm hand against her cheek rubbing her face along his knuckles. tig lays his thumb on her lip and shoves it in, same as he always does.
he would DIE for his little lady, letting her suck on his thumb is nothing!
so…. shelbee’s gonna bet on your 2k celebration, and ima throw it all on red with Daddy Tig…. and your build a fic..
nsfw ofc, and that’s gonna be 4,C,and the giraffe emoticon….
and IFF (BIG FAT IF) i can have it,, can this be sweet readers first time filming a dirty movie???
XOXO,
𝕊𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕓𝕖𝕖 𝕄’𝕃𝕪𝕟𝕟 💋🥃
title; be his star (Tig Trager x fem!reader)
prompt/s; ꒰ 4 ꒱ a pebbled nipple, ꒰ C ꒱ cigarette smoke, and ꒰ 𓃱 ꒱ “look up into the lens and give me something good to watch back, yeah?” — from build an nsfw fic
warnings; established relationship, implied age gap (unspecified but tig is older), use of pet names (baby, sweetheart), he calls her a good girl and a sweet/pretty thing smut, minors do not interact!!!, unprotected p in v, creampie, sex on camera, daddy kink!!, don’t like it don’t read, they both call him daddy x, i took the daddy kink and ran with it lol, allusions to another round, i also got lost in writing this so i hope it doesn’t disappoint (if it does then my bad..), i lowk forgot about the cigarette smoke part so added it in super last minute (so if it doesn’t flow that well, that’s why!!), if i missed any warnings lmk!! (2,973 words)
a/n; i’m so so sorry for the wait on this !!!
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you and Tig had been dating for almost two years now, and nothing was left untouched by either of you.
except for filming while having sex.
it was the one thing Tig had asked about time and time again, though he always received the same answer.
though, the more he asked, the more you questioned the idea.
you weren’t against it, you just weren’t sure about it. every time you explained that to Tig, he reassured your worries and stopped asking.
but now you were thinking about it and wanting to finally let him record.
Tig had gotten home after a long run, finding you in the bedroom wearing one of his old reaper t-shirts and a teasing smile.
your back was to the rest of the room, but you knew when Tig walked in by the sound of his boots drawing closer and the wave of his cologne as it filled the bedroom.
you turned to him with your smile still in place, watching him step closer until he was a foot away. his cologne wrapped around you like a warm hug after a long day, followed by the distinct smell of a cigarette that he likely smoked before coming home from the clubhouse.
“hey baby”
he greeted, shrugging off his kutte and setting it aside before leaning in to kiss you. his hands cradled your face as he quickly and easily deepened the kiss, using his teeth to nip at your bottom lip and then using his tongue to soothe the sting.
you gasped into his mouth, which allowed him to deepen the kiss further. the taste of the gum he had been chewing mixing with the lingering taste of beer and cigarettes on his tongue, but they were so distinctly him that it made you moan softly against his lips.
both of you got lost in the kiss, Tig’s body settling against yours on the bed and his hips shallowly rocking into yours.
“baby.. can we talk?”
you murmured once you managed to break the kiss, earning a confused look from Tig as his eyebrows pulled together and a worried look pulled at his lips.
“nothing bad, i promise”
Tig’s shoulders tensed slightly, even with your promise and reassurance, worry quickly filling him as he waited for you to continue.
but instead of speaking, you reached into the nightstand and pulled out a camera while flashing him the same smile you had when he first walked in.
his eyes flicked between you and the camera, as if he was assessing what you were implying and trying to make sure you were serious.
“really?”
he asked, carefully reaching for the camera while you watched him, amusement twinkling in your eyes and your smile morphing into a smirk.
the camera wasn’t anything special, just a standard video camera but you knew Tig would get good use out of it.
“you want to?”
you nodded in response, slowly moving your hands down his chest and towards his belt. his eyes darkened as you worked open his belt with a practised ease, your fingers deftly tugging down his zipper to allow you to slip your hand under his waistband.
a groan fell from Tig’s lips as your fingers wrapped around his already hard cock, pumping him slowly and easily earning a string of groans from him.
“please?”
the plea fell from your lips like honey, a teasing lilt wrapping around your words and sending heat rushing through Tig’s body.
he could only nod in response, making quick work of his clothes until he settled between your legs again.
his lips crashed against yours again as he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of your underwear, slowly dragging them down your legs with a knowing smirk.
Tig broke the kiss to pull his t-shirt up and off over your head, tossing it aside and letting his hands cup your boobs.
a gasp slipped from your lips as his thumb circled your nipples, his touch easily working you with a practised ease that had you mewling beneath him.
“such a good girl”
he murmured, continuing to circle his thumbs until your nipples pebbled beneath his touch. his smirk tugged at his lips before he leaned in, using his tongue to circle your nipple and elicit another gasp from your lips.
“baby..”
his teeth grazed your skin at the petname, his eyes dark and knowing once you met his gaze. another whine fell from your lips as he closed his lips around your nipple, using his tongue to circle the pebbled peak and pull another gasp from you.
each circle of his tongue made you moan out above him, your fingers making their way into his curls to hold him in place as he lavished attention to your nipple.
he drew his tongue around your nipple again, his eyes on your face expectantly as he waited for you to correct yourself.
“fuck daddy”
Tig hummed approvingly into your skin, letting his eyes flutter shut as he focused on your chest, sucking harsher and earning a needy moan from your lips.
your fingers in his hair tried pulling him up and away from your chest, but he stayed rooted in place, latched to your chest with a need only he ever seemed to get when that specific name fell from your lips.
“please.. need more”
at your words, Tig pulled off of your chest with a wet pop, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he glanced down, his smirk widening at the wetness gathered between your legs while his left hand hooked under your knee to open you up to him.
“that all for me?”
your hips canted towards him at his words, as if that was answer enough, but you knew Tig wanted to hear you say the words.
“all for you”
he hummed in approval, his free hand moving between your bodies and his thumb finding your clit just like it did every time you cuddled on the couch.
a moan tore from your throat at his touch, your head throwing itself back into the pillows while your back arched up off of the bed.
Tig reached for the camera and started to record, his smirk widening as he watched you writhe beneath him.
“such a pretty thing”
another whine slipped from your lips at his words, your hips continuing to rock into his touch while your lips parted in a breathy moan.
above you, Tig had the camera completely focused on you, making sure he got all of your body in the frame.
“daddy’s pretty girl”
he murmured, drawing his thumb in teasing shapes just to hear you moan again. each draw of his thumb sent heat bubbling throughout your body, unable to hold back your moans and the pleasure that tugged at your features.
“need more”
you whined, your hips rocking towards him again while your hand reached between your bodies to take hold of his cock.
Tig grunted as your fingers wrapped around him, pumping him languidly and in time with the now rhythmless draws of his thumb.
“you want it, baby?”
he asked, camera still pointed at you while his free hand moved to cover yours, helping to guide your hand on his cock with a building need.
“use your words, c’mon baby, know you can”
another whine fell from your lips at his words, a mix of his tone and the loss of his hands on your body, creating a needy pitch as another whine followed.
his hand continued on his cock, each stroke sending heat flooding through your body and drawing your eyes to the motion.
“fuck me please”
Tig chuckled at your words, but nodded anyways.
carefully, he moved the head of his cock through your wetness, a groan slipping from his lips and his hips rocking towards you.
“so fucking wet for me”
you didn’t respond to his words, instead focusing on the feeling of Tig so close to where you wanted and needed him.
slowly, he moved between your legs, carefully pushing the head of his cock against your entrance before starting to push in.
a breathy moan fell from your lips at the feeling while your head tipped back, unable to hold his gaze as he started to push in the rest of the way.
“c’mon baby, look at the camera for daddy”
he told, his free hand moving you your body to cradle your face. gently, he tilted your gaze back to him and the camera, before another whine tumbled from your lips.
“there we go, good girl”
his hand lifted from your cheek before coming down in a soft smack, making Tig chuckle above you.
Tig grunted above you as he pushed in the rest of the way, easily bottoming out and earning another moan in return.
“oh fuck..”
you moaned, gasping as Tig’s hand moved from your face to under your knee, carefully hooking under your knee and pulling your leg high around his hip.
the sudden angle change made him push in deeper, his hips flush against yours and his thumb stroking back and forth across your skin.
“such a pretty thing, always so responsive”
his tone was laced with that teasing tone he used to elicit a slew of moans from your lips, and he always seemed to use it against you.
just like now.
you knew Tig was using all of his tricks to make you put on a show for the camera, and there was nothing you could do. you were helpless to his tools and teasing.
Tig smirked down at you, camera still pointed right at you while he rocked into you, his hips pulling back almost all the way until only the head of his cock remained inside, before he pushed back in.
the pace Tig set had you moaning out loud, your arms crossing over your eyes while the bed creaked beneath you both.
“hey hey, move your arms”
he murmured quickly, humming in approval as you slowly in uncrossed your arms and let them fall back to your sides.
“want you to be a star for me, baby. can’t do that with your pretty face covered”
moans fell from your lips like water as Tig’s pace started strong, rocking into you with the strength that had your walls fluttering around him.
his hips continued to rock into yours, pleasure painting itself across your features while the room filled with your joint moans and the steady slapping of skin on skin.
the bed creaked and groaned in protest beneath you both again, but Tig ignored it, too focused on your moans and making sure the camera picked them up.
“daddy’s good girl”
he added, causing another moan to fall from your lips before he angled his hips, pushing in deeper and easily hitting that one spot with a precision that made your back bow off of the bed.
Tig chuckled above you, his hand moving up your body until he cupped one of your boobs. using his thumb, Tig circled the pebbled nipple just to hear you gasp.
“please keep fucking me”
another laugh fell his lips at your words, but he complied.
his hips drew back enough to make you whine before he slammed back in, creating a brutal pace that had you moaning shamelessly and the headboard banging against the wall.
each thrust Tig gave was precise and calculated, making you moan over and over again.
you were already hurtling towards your climax and both of you knew it.
Tig’s thrusts were relentless, causing your lips to part in a string of moans and your eyes rolling back into your head.
“there we go, so close for me”
any protest you would’ve normally had and thrown his way died on your tongue, instead replaced with another moan as you drew closer to your peak.
his hips continued against yours while he shifted the camera to focus on the way he disappeared inside you, the dim light of the bedroom highlighting the wetness that coated his cock every time he pulled out and then pushed back in.
“please..”
your whine had him looking back to your face, the desperate glint in your eyes and the way your lips parted in your plea.
Tig hummed, pointing the camera back to you as your cunt fluttered around him, earning a throaty groan from him as he spoke.
“you close baby? gonna cum for daddy?”
he wanted to hear you say it this time, each thrust pushing you closer and closer, and adding to your already slipping vocabulary in the moment.
“Tig..”
you mewled as the head of his cock hit that one spot again and again, another groan falling from his lips and helping to stoke the flame of arousal in your core.
your head lolled to the side as you teetered right on the edge with another needy whine, unable to hold off.
“tell me what you need baby”
his thumb made another pass against your nipple, eliciting another moan from your already parted lips.
he was toying with you every way he knew how, and you were right on the edge because of it.
“need to cum, please let me”
Tig smirked down at you as you reached for him, pulling him down and into a needy kiss, not caring for the camera and the sudden lost frame of his hips snapping against yours.
but he kissed you back anyways, muffling the next slew of moans to slip from your lips as he continued to move against you, continuing to hit that one spot over and over.
“gonna cum for daddy?”
his question only received a weak nod in response, his smirk returning as he pointed the camera back at you, capturing the pleasure contorting your features.
“i’ve got you baby, there we go”
each knock of his hips against yours had your moans growing more desperate, reaching a needy pitch you didn’t know was possible.
though, you knew Tig was loving it for his film.
your head was still lolled to the side, your eyes screwed shut and your lips parted in another moan, trying to focus on the pleasure rushing through your body.
Tig hit that one spot over and over again, the bed creaking out beneath you both while each deep thrust sent you closer and closer.
the pleasure was too much, your body wound like a perfectly coiled spring ready to snap.
“look up into the lens and give me something good to watch back, yeah?”
he murmured, watching you with a predatory gaze as the pleasure painted your features, unable to rein them in as your orgasm crashed over you.
his hips rocked into you once more as you fell over the edge, a breathy cry of his name falling from your lips as your eyes rolled back into your head.
above you, Tig groaned in approval, clearly liking the show you were now putting on for him.
“that’s my girl”
Tig cradled your jaw again with his free hand, keeping your head tilted perfectly towards the camera as your orgasm continued to crash over you.
your cunt clmaped down around his cock, causing his thrusts to falter and another groan to slip from his lips.
“good girl, daddy’s good girl”
his thrusts were rhythmless now, no longer holding that sharpness that had previously while your walls spasmed around him, soaking his cock in your release and easing his remaining thrusts.
“fuck..”
you cursed, your back still arched off the bed as Tig leaned over you, his free hand braced on the bed next to your head and your hands grabbing at his shoulders to support yourself.
he rocked into you again, quickly losing the last remnants of his enthusiasm before he buried himself to the hilt with a shallow thrust.
“shit baby, there we go”
Tig groaned lewdly above you, the sound making your walls flutter around him again as he finally found his own peak.
a rugged sound tore from his chest as he followed you over the edge, spilling himself into your wet warmth with another groan and a shallow rock of his hips.
you giggled under him at the look of pleasure etching itself onto Tig’s face, hidden from the camera’s lens, but your reaction clearly caught on camera.
“what’s funny?”
he asked once he finally regained his composure, though you only giggled under him again, amusement clear on your face.
“i’m not laughing”
his fingers fiddled with the camera before he was setting it down on the bed next to your head, allowing him to lean over you and finally catch your lips in a claiming kiss.
you moaned against his lips, your hands pushing at his shoulders to try and push him away, but he stayed against you with no intention of pulling away.
“you gonna tell me?”
Tig asked, searching your eyes again and shaking his head when you giggled out again.
but then something dark flickered through his eyes, a low chuckle fell from his lips and he was pulling out of you quicker than you could comprehend that he was.
his hands pulled at your hips, quickly rolling onto your stomach and pulling your hips back against him.
a gasp fell from your lips at his haste, but Tig ignored you, already focused on the camera again and leaning over you to turn it back on.
the smell of sex was strong in the air, but so was his cologne and the heady mix of cigarette smoke that always seemed to linger around him.
he had flipped the viewfinder around so that he could watch and make sure you were still in frame, causing his smirk to return as he pressed flush against your back and whispered lowly against your ear.
warnings: post outbreak au, mentions of stockholm syndrome, negan made you love him, he's a bit obsessed, dd/lg themes (im such a whore im sorry), dirty talk
summary: negan needs you by his side at all times in the santuary and he doesn't care who likes it or not
word count: 0.5k (i just wanted to write something quick to fuel my negan obsession)
"why don't you be a doll and give daddy some sugar, hm?" you were sitting on one of negan's long, lean legs in your white nightie that could simultaneously be worn as a flowy day dress. your legs had been swinging back and forth as you listened to negan make plans of punishments to rick's group if they didn't up the ante on supplies soon.
you shake your head, pushing your bottom lip out in a semi-playful pout, crossing your arms over your chest. truth be told, you were still a bit sad because he had promised that when he came back last night, he would wake you up and read your favorite book that was currently taking up your pastime, lately.
his arms wrapped a bit tighter around your torso, holding one of his wrists in his adjacent hand, ensuring you wouldn't go anywhere. "and why not?" he nudged.
you were the only one who could actually push back with negan. when he first found you all alone in an abandoned house, you put up a damn good fight: cursing him out, hitting him, biting him, the whole nine. eventually, somewhere along the time spent here, you began to want to see him.
the other wives didn't think you would last, but...jokes on them. at some point, negan let them all go, promising that they wouldn't have to be his wives anymore because he had you.
all he wanted was you.
"you didn't wake me up last night..." you turn your head slightly to look at his awaiting eyes that always turned soft when gazing at you.
"oh, sweetie i apologize for that. it was too late, i didn't want to wake you up like that," he paused, awaiting your expression. "you forgive me?"
you feign thinking for a brief moment, meanwhile negan's eyes roamed over that face that he just thought was so perfect, the curls coming from your scalp that were so perfect, everything just perfect to him.
"hmm, i don't know daddy."
negan got the gist you wanted to play. and play with you, he would.
not long after, you were straddling his lap, both your knees digging into the chair beneath you two and your body sandwiched between him and his desk. his soft lips ghosted over the pulse in your neck before pressing a kiss there, his hands splayed along your back, caressing you in them.
the adrenaline that was now running through your veins tended to make you a bit more bold, softly grinding your core over the bulge that was now visible in his dark jeans.
negan chuckles and you feel his smile against your cheek now, his lips trailing closer to your own. "my dirty girl, naughty little girl. that feel good t'ya, honey?" his voice comes out more husky than usual, his breathing picking up as well.
you capture your lip between your teeth while nodding your head, keeping up the motions.
"good. now be a good girl and make that pussy cum."
There’s a bird, chirping outside the window. It woke Tiggy up thirty minutes ago. She’s still knocked out, cuddled up into his side. The way she looks, hell, the way she feels, soft and naked against him makes him wonder if he’s still dreaming.
The bird chirps again, though, and a low sigh streams from her. Mox shuffles in his hold, pressing her nose into the bridge of his neck as she blinks her eyes open.
“Mornin’, pretty lady.” Tiggy’s voice is a little deeper than usual, and when she peers up at him through mascara crusted eyelashes, his hair is even more unruly.
“Good morning, handsome.” Her eyes close again, a tiny smile finding its way onto her face. A big hand, calloused and rough but soft in its actions, tickles down her spine and pinches her hip. Mox giggles and pushes the rest of the way on top of him, shooing his hand away.
She scooches farther up against his chest, wrapping her arms around his neck. “I tire you out last night, old man?” She grins, nipping at his jawline before he moves his head back to take the sight of her in once more.
A loud smack! fills the room, alongside her screeching laughter. She jolts, not expecting the hit to her ass, and topples back off to her side of the bed.
“I don’t know, you tell me, baby, I seem tired to you?” Tiggy grabs her around the waist, pulling her back in with a teasing smile.
“Mmm….” Mox pretends to think, disguising a grin under fake confusion, and carding her fingers through all of his wild curls. “Maybe we’ll just have to test it out real quick, hm? Just to make sure we’re both real awake and ready for the day.”
“I don’t see nothin’ wrong with that.” He grins back.
An hour later, Tiggy has proven to, in fact, be tired. Mox stumbles from his room in a big black shirt that reads ‘Reaper Crew’ over the front of it.
Jax is there, for whatever reason. Maybe he’s finally decided to actually work like a normal human being, and is taking a ‘quick’ break in the clubhouse. A couple others are scattered around, because when are they not. Jax hears footsteps, soft and clearly bare feet against the cold concrete, padding across the floor, and looks over.
“Jesus Christ, Mox,” His eyes close, and his head swivels away. Her hair is frizzy, a purple bruise swells over one side of her neck, and mascara is still muddy on her cheeks.
“Good morning to you, too, Jackson.” Jax is pretty positive this is the happiest she’s ever sounded this early. At least, early in her sense; Mox is rarely up before 2 in the evening considering her night shifts. “Wonderful day isn’t it?”
She pours a mug of coffee once she reaches the bar, and throws in a dash of Baileys while she’s at it.
“Can you atleast put some underwear on? I didn’t need to see the hand print on your ass cheek.”
“I have underwear on, dummy.” After a big sip and a quick refill, she’s back off towards Tiggy’s room.
“Doesn’t count if I can still see your whole ass!” Jax shouts as she walks down the hallway.
“Stop acting like you don’t like women in thongs, you big slut!” Mox yells back, before the door shuts behind her figure, and she reappears in Tiggys vision. He’s sat against the headboard, sheets pooling at his waist. “Well, look who’s back up.” She sets the mug on the TV stand, because insanely enough the room doesn’t have a side table, and crawls back up into his lap.
“You gettin’ into trouble out there, pretty mama?” His big hands are quick to hold her waist, running over her sides as Mox straddles his thighs.
“Not enough to cause any harm.” She gives him that big, sly grin — the same one that got them exactly where they are now.
“Get why they call you Mox, now,” His hands travel down her waist and circle over her thighs. They move up, picking at the tiny bit of fabric around her waist, and then run back down. “You’re all kinds of naughty, girl.”
She scooches up in his lap, fingers twirling curls and now, forehead-to-forehead with the older man.
“You ain’t any better, mister.” She whispers against his lips, before pressing a chaste kiss to them, and leaning back, pointing over to the mug left on the TV stand. “Brought you some coffee.”
“None for you?”
She shakes her head, pouting a little.
“I gotta get outta here. It’s already one, and I gotta run some errands and do my laundry for tonight.”
“Why, what’s tonight?” He nods at her, curls bouncing against the bed frame and eyebrows scrunching. “There another party?”
She giggles, moving back up towards him with the shake of her head.
“No, silly. I gotta work.”
“You work nights?”
“Mhm. That’s why i’m never out here, gotta make my money.”
“The hell you doin’ at night?”
“Why don’t you come find out?” She teases, grinning against his lips before stumbling out of his lap. Tiggy watches her, dazed and happier than ever while she bends over and grabs her little shirt, and even smaller skirt. Her purse and shoes are tangled in them as well.
Mox bundles the clothing in the crook of her elbow, turning back around to give Tiggy a goodbye.
“Bye-bye, Alex,” She mutters. His name, his real name, sounds like heaven falling from her lips. Especially when she’s looking at him like that, with those sultry eyes and her devilish grin, blanketed in his shirt with a big ol’ hickey he placed. “I’ll text you the address later.”
“I ain’t got your number, baby,” He murmurs back, stealing another kiss.
“Don’t question my ways.” Finally, she tosses her purse over her shoulder, along with her huge heels, and leaves the man stunned, and just about in love.
On her way out, she passes by Jax once again, now accompanied by Chibs and Opie. Happy sits a few chairs over with a glass of whiskey.
“Goodbye, everyone, my time with you was lovely. Jax, send me Tigs number.” Mox basically demands, stopping next to the group while she fishes her keys from her purse.
“Talk about a walk of shame, jesus christ, what’d he do to you?” Opie eyes her with wide eyes. Chibs whispered something that sounds very Scottish under his breath.
“I know,” She grins, biting her bottom lip. “Talk about a perfect man.”
“You just fucked a necrophiliac.” Jax states, looking the girl in her eyes. Sometimes, often, actually, he’s concerned about what goes on behind them.
“Well,” She shrugs, keys jangling as she throws her hands out. “I’ve been told i’m cold blooded. Bye!”
The group watches her leave, still barefooted and basically nude from the waist down.
“What the fuck is wrong with her?” Happy speaks up.
“You tell me, man, you tell me.” Jax shakes his head.
bb pleeeeeaaaaaase drop more tig fics i am on my knees for that man
tiggy meets his match pt.2! (og post!)
Listen to: She Rides - Danzig
Night comes slowly, and with the Autumn weather, coldly. Not that is stops her, and every other woman who flocked to the clubhouse from wearing as little as possible.
She’s late, though. Makes everyone she promised an appearance to sweat it out a little bit. Jax looks at his phone every couple minutes, pretending to pay attention to the girl trying to get into his pants. Tig’s playing pool and glancing at the door when no one else is watching.
She finally bursts through the door an hour late with a cigarette between her lips and her ridiculous heels covering more of her legs than that tiny mini skirt does.
Chib’s lets out a low whistle in the middle of Tig’s play, and She Rides starts playing over the speakers. Tiggy drops his cue on the table when he looks up to the sight of her swaying hips and smirking mouth strutting over to him in tune with the song.
“Fuck me…” He mutters under his breath, shaking his head. His eyes are dark, and he holds his hands out in a gesture that says, holy shit this woman right here is all i’ve ever needed.
“Yeah, looks like she plans on it, Tigger.” Chibs slaps his shoulder from behind him, but there’s no use in trying to take the curly haired man’s attention away from the woman gliding over.
She rides
Let loose upon the world
She is the night
And my loneliness in bondage
Tig doesn’t know what the hell to do with this girl. He tries to open his mouth, at least get something out, but she takes his open hands and gently folds them over her gyrating hips, and all that comes out is an aching sigh while he pulls her closer.
There’s a clanking noise when the back of Tiggy’s belt hits the side of the glossy, wooden pool table. The chuckles and snarky words of the men he’d been playing with go straight through one ear and out the other - she waves her fingers at them over his back, and pays them no further attention.
She’s black
And sin runs down her back
She rides
From the daylight in chains
She rides the night
Black lipstick stains his jaw where she mouths at him and whispers the lyrics into his skin. Her hands fall from his when his thick fingers start to trail up, up, up, and then back down, down, down. Her long nails somehow feel pointier than earlier when they trail over his kutte and up his chest.
Now, Tig does try to stay a little respectful. His fingertips only just graze the fabric of her little black skirt, and his palms stay right on her lower back. She’s the one to grab his hand and push it down lower over her ass.
She slides
Down inside your skin
In time
She will make you scream
She is death
She’s perfect, Tig thinks, sent to him from God, or maybe it’s the the devil thanking him for his years of nasty work. An early house warming gift into hell, he thinks, while his head falls back and her hips move along with his, and his big hand palms over her ass. While she’s practically tonguing over his whole damn neck, and draping herself over his front. While the pointy heel that brings her closer to his height travels over the dark denim of his pants, and he lets his hand squeeze down her thigh to hike her knee higher. While her leg wraps around waist, and she bites down on his pulse point. Hard.
She rides
In the night of your mind
She rides the night
Tig’s eyes roll, and he can’t find it in him to stop the very loud groan from leaving his mouth. He gives her ass one last good squeeze, followed by a little pat, before his hand glides down to her thigh, and he hauls her up onto the table. The previous snickers turn into groans and complaints when she steadies herself with a hand on the green fabric of the table.
She swipes her hand out in response, and a couple of the balls dart against each other with big a ‘clink!’. She pulls him in with the heel of her pump pressing into his thigh, until there’s no possible way they would be closer.
“Oh, babydoll,” He groans into her mouth, his open hand graces up her back, and his big fingers tangle in her roots. “Oh, baby,”
She rides the night
Yeah
She’ll take you down
She’ll take you, take your around
Jax thinks she stood him up. Ope catches him at the bar, alone and sulking with a glass of something stronger than he usually drinks.
“What’s up with you?” He nods.
“Mox didn’t show.” Jax’s jaw clicks, and he takes another sip of the amber liquid. “Not answerin’ her phone either.”
That’s what everyone in their graduating class had called her - Mox. Nobody really knows when it started, or why it happened, but it started as Moxie, and it just fits. She’s always had a confidence, and an energy surrounding her, and a little bit of a snark.
“Really? You sure, brother?” Opie’s brows furrow. “Doesn’t seem like something she’d do.” He turns from Jax, and scans the room. She isn’t sneaking up behind Juice, or poking at Happy in the corner, Gemma’s at the other side of the bar with no Mox in sight, and Tig ruined a pool game splaying some chick out on the table.
She’ll take you down
She’ll take you, take you around
Opie turned back around to grab his beer before rethinking that last one, and the earlier occurrence he was forced to watch, and his beer never makes it to his mouth.
Mox is splayed out on the fucking pool table.
“Uh, she’s here.”
“What? Where?” Jax turned now too, searching everywhere he already has. Ope gestured the lip of his beer bottle towards the pool table.
“Getting indecent exposure charges with Tig.”
“Jesus fucking Christ, Mox,” Jax mumbles while he runs a hand down his face and grabs his drink from behind him. He downs the rest of it. “Are they actually fucking over there?”
“Can’t really tell, and I don’t think I wanna know.” Ope shrugs.
“This ain’t gonna end well for anyone.”
“Seems like it’s going pretty well for them.” Ope finally takes a sip of his beer, but quickly throws his hands up in a surrender when Jax starts glaring over at him. “Gem already tried prying that apart - it’s just not gonna work. It’s inevitable, those two.”
tig trager meets his match (another perverted freak)
They officially meet the first time she pulls her absolute shit box of a car into Teller-Morrow Automotive. Her hair is messy, and a huge pair of sunglasses (like Paris Hiltons, is what she’s going for) cover dark makeup.
She’s been before, Gemma greets her like she’s here every week. From the look of her car, she honestly could be. Somehow, though, this is Tigs first time seeing her. In tight black pants and the tiniest shirt he’s seen, an angel has been bestowed at his feet.
Unfortunately, it seems like the angel is close to Jax, who is currently making his way over to her with a wide grin, and unfortunately, it seems like any women in a fifty foot radius of the kid has a thing for him these days. Especially, out of this world, mind blowingly hot ones.
Jax stretches his arms out while he swaggers over and wraps around her easily. He looks down on her, while she points to her car and explains what’s wrong. She tosses Jax the keys, with way too many keychains. Clunky silver and a black fuzzball hanging from his fingers, while she walks towards the office Gemma resides in. Turns back around briefly when Jax turns the keys and Type O Negative is blaring through the open window to shout an amused apology at him.
Tig digs out the paperwork he was supposed to give Gemma a few days ago as an excuse to follow her into the office.
“Gem, I found em!” He makes his entrance known, and pretends to be surprised by the hot slice of ass sitting on the older woman’s desk. “Well, hello pretty mama.”
She giggles. Her face splits in a grin, wickedly.
“Hi.”
Gemma sighs and yanks the papers from his hands.
“Don’t you dare encourage her.” Gem gives him that look, that makes every man on the plot of land cower back. She swivels her head, mouth open and scoffs.
“I didn’t even say anything yet!”
“Let the little lady use her free will now, why don’t we?”
Opie clambers into the small room, and makes it feel about four times smaller. He sends her, still perched on top of the desk next to all of the stacked up papers, a warm smile.
“Back already?”
She grins at him too, but the look in her eyes is different. Teasing and familiar.
“Hey, somebody’s gotta be putting that blond little whore to work.” She shrugs. Opie laughs, shakes his head. “Nah, I promised i’d take a night off and come party if he gave me a free oil change, but he’s taken pity on little ol’ me, and is fixing a bunch of shit.”
“You comin’ out tonight, sweet thing?” Tig jumps back in, and Opie takes his moment to speak with Gem about whatever he’d walked in for.
“Depends.” Her head tilts back, and that look in her eyes is back. It’s sharp, darkening, and has Tig’s pants growing a little (A LOT) tighter. “You gonna be there?”
Gemma hits her on the back of the head with a stick of bills.
“Baby, i’ll go wherever the hell you tell me to.” She hops off the table, and saunters over. Her nails are long, sharp and pointy, while she drags them over his kutte.
“I guess I better go tell Jackson i’ll be seeing him tonight then.” She mutters, finger tucking around his belt and pulling him just a tad bit closer.
“Oh, yeah? Trying your chance with the blond little whore?” He sounds a little jealous, the way he repeats her words back. She scoffs, and suddenly her hand is over him through his jeans and his breath is stuttering for just a second.
“He couldn’t fucking handle me if he tried. See you tonight, handsome.” The way she looks up at him from this close, he can tell this woman is no angel. She may have been, from faraway, deceiving enough for it to be thought, but that look in her eyes held what could only be the devils thoughts.
Tiggy leans against the wall where she left him, grin clouded over in absolute delight. Tucked away in his mind, he prays to see the devil again tonight.
please ignore this ask if you don’t like it when people add to your works/ideas. i completely understand!
shelbee has thotz (yes, thotz with a Z.)
uncle!tiggy, with his lady, and the first time she encounters his souped up, rumbly ass bike and almost has a come apart (southern for break down)
she’s sat infront of him, as he’s leaned back on the seat of the bike so she has room, and he’s got her by the hips, rolling her hips, practically guiding her to hump the bike…..
anyway, that’s all my brain could think up before i got the giggles bc that’s HAWT. So please tell me how you think that would go…..
XOXO,Shelbee M’Lynn💋🥃
content warning: 18+, MDNI. dead dove. fauxcest. dubcon. piss kink. squirting. kind of humiliation? age gap. dry humping (is it really dry if there's piss involved?) warnings you read are exactly what you get. i am not your mommy. you are responsible for your media consumption.
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so it's most CERTAINLY a few months after her dad passes away. he's checking in on her more and more. she's calling once a day to ask him what he's doing and if he wants to come by for dinner. he just can't say no, this sweet baby just loves his attention sooooo much. and he's just helping her out. it's harmless.
she hears the roar of the bike outside and shuts the sink off abruptly, dishes scattered between the sink and dishwasher.
he's so fucking pretty perched on that bike. she can't believe she's pining after an old man so badly but christ, when he's sitting on a dyna that looks like that how can she help it!?
after dinner, a cocktail or two and a few puffs of a joint he stole from juice she's rambling to him. "you look soooooo good on that bike, uncle tiggy. and it sounds so nice.." she grins and leans into him as they stare at the bike from the garage.
the sun has gone down, it's nice and dark. "wanna test it out, see how it fits, sugar?" he's in her ear, his teeth nipping her lobe.
an eager nod as she rushes over and climbs on. tig settles himself behind her, his hands running to her bare thighs, thumbs stroking back and forth soothingly.
"fits good, hm?" he asks, letting his hands walk themselves to her hips, fingertips digging into the fat of them slightly.
without saying a word, she starts wiggling and sliding her hips back towards him.
he's trying his best to be good. can't be fucking an old war buddies daughter silly when he's watching from the grave.
"c'mon baby, know we can't be doin all this. gimme a break." he's pleading with her.
ignoring him, she continues and just lets a lazy little moan out, her head laying back on his shoulder.
"cannot be doin' this. not here." he warns again, hushed.
before either of them know it tig has got his hands at her sides, sliding her back and forth up the seat of the bike towards the gas tank and back to him as hard and as quickly as he can.
poor thing is just soaking that leather seat with her slick, ready to burst from the embarrassment alone.
"m'sorry, tiggy, please." she's begging, a lump forming in her throat.
"uh, uh. you wanted to play dirty, let's get dirty." he's moving her back and forth quicker, one of his hands sliding up to press on the bottom of her belly.
her moan this time is a little louder. the seam of her shorts hitting her swollen clit just right and this time tears do fall, "can't take it, uncle tiggy."
he chuckles, ignoring her and rolling her hips a few more times, soon following; a loud splashing as his pant legs become dampened.
sweet girl is riding out the euphoric feeling as the liquid gushing between her legs and the seat runs clear.
tig wastes no time getting her up off the bike, standing up with her, her legs shaking.
"seen newborn deer stand up better than this, babydoll. let's get you cleaned up, hm?" a crooked grin growing in his face as his nose crinkles at her mockingly. he isn't talking about a shower either.
remember when tig was turned around when ope took the last blow to his head? he does the same thing when you have to put your animals down at the vet. cannot watch them drift into a sleep. loves them too deep to watch them go. and has cheated death one too many times to continue to watch it happen. hes such a softie. has a huge portrait of your first dog together on his shoulder blade. there isn't a thing he wouldn't do for you or your fur babies.
content warning: some explicit content. my works remain 18+ across all posts and i kindly ask that minors & ageless blogs do not interact with them, regardless of present explicit content. i am not your mommy. you are responsible for your media consumption.
a/n: an ode to @livfastdieyoung69 with the sun & moon on the moodboard. that juice fic changed my life. :) go follow em for some wonderful works :))
juan carlos who's ol lady is five years older than him & is jax's irish twin. got close with juice when jax sponsored him. i changed my mind, she's opie's little sister. got close with him as a prospect. you and opie are connected at the hip, you're always at the shop pitching in where you can.
you strictly call each other baby. no other pet names.
lets you dye his mohawk all sorts of crazy colors, usually matches whatever vivid is in your hair at the moment.
gives the BEST hugs. when he squeezes you its like he's manually pumping a heart.
his skin is so soft, and he runs HOT. he's like a heater.
juice is a MASSIVE gamer, built his own fucking gaming server and shit. still plays with his buddies he met on xboxlive when he was a teenager.
loves photography, is always taking photos of you. and is a whiz at photo editing. they always look GORG.
brings you the best carts home from his dispo.
before you're together he often lets himself in to smoke and clean the house for you. he is incredibly neat and teaches you the place for every object in your house, thanks to his crippling ocd.
canon panty sniffer. this fuck has a pair of yours dangling from the rearview in his vehicle.
always tastes like spearmint and weed.
i wish juicy wouldve had his ears pierced :( he would look so good with them done :((
being with juice and being a member of the teller winston family means your entire world is a shitstorm. to distract from this, traditions are huge for the two of you. you do family dinners often for the club, always decorate your christmas tree together.
juice loves vegas. is a phenomenal gambler. chibs loves to go with him.
physical touch is his no. 1 love language, poor baby is so touch starved. loves when you leave little heart shaped hickies on the bottom of his neck, and before everyone knows you're his little girlfriend it's a fun little secret. wants to be dommed so bad. huge mommy kink. with a crazy oral fixation. your tits are always in his mouth when you're having sex. juicy wants to be choked during sex, loves when you get into it enough to slap him as you're straddling his lap on the couch, draining him for all he's got.
content warning: cheating. age gap (like 25-30 years). dacryphilia if you squint. blowjobs. dirty bathroom sex. p in v. MDNI. my works are always 18+. i am not your mommy and YOU are responsible for your media consumption.
a/n: may this serve as a small, shitty kinktober works for your reading pleasure.
it was a sunny thursday afternoon when you pulled your luxury vehicle into teller-morrow.
you stepped out of the car, kicking it shut behind you, hoisting your bag up onto your shoulder. oversized sunglasses adorning your face, golden curls falling around your shoulders.
everyone had told you to go to teller-morrow. “they’re a little rough around the edges, but they know what they’re doing, my dad drops my car off there for me when it needs a tune up,” kelly from the sales department had explained to you. what you failed to realize is that this mechanic shop was run by an mc. not that it mattered, you just needed the damn car looked at.
you ring the bell for service at the counter and shove your sunglasses to your head as a tall woman approaches you and looks you up and down, “can i help you?” the woman takes her glasses off.
“a friend of mine recommended this shop to me, said i should bring my car here to get looked at. i think it might be the transmission, but i don’t know shit about cars.” you chuckle nervously and look around as you slide her the keys.
a smirk grows on her lips, “you got it, sweetie."
— a week passes by before you get your car back and when you go to pick it up, the man assisting you with understanding what they did to your car, has got your stomach in knots.
a mop of jet black curls on top of his head, with a goatee to match. his blue eyes weirdly shimmering under the hot california sun. not your usual type. christ's sake—he was every bit of thirty years your senior, why was this old man making your pussy clench around nothing? tig—the name tag read.
he waved you over to the car, pointing out everything he fixed and showed you some areas to keep an eye on if you ever wanted to bring it back.
you honestly aren't even sure how you end up in the bathroom of this place on your knees with his heavy, uncut cock gagging you. your fingers splayed gently on the backs of his thighs as you rock yourself back and forth, making desperate attempts at creating the friction you so desperately needed.
when you wiggle your hips tig's hand is at the back of your skull, dragging you impossibly closer, your nose wrinkling up in his mess of pubic hair as the head of his cock slid further down your throat. "you'll fuckin' get yours." he growls toward you. a few more bobs of your head and one big gag on his cock, and he's shooting hot ropes of his cum down your throat, the salty taste coating every taste bud in your mouth. he pulled you upwards and let his lips crash on yours, shoving his tongue in to get a taste.
"mm..sugar. you taste like fuckin' candy." his canines sink into your bottom lip to tease you.
you're bent over the bathroom mirror next. you're watching your eyes roll to the back of your head as tig's angry erection bullies itself against your cervix. tears are brimming your eyes, your gripping the granite so hard you think it may snap off. the thought of that does immediately go out the window as you're blinded by a white heat, your cunt quickly pulsing and spilling onto him, a very loud moan falling from your lips.
his hand quickly grips your chin forcing you to look at yourself in the mirror. "look at all those tears, sweetheart." he's gritting in your ear as he's spilling himself into you.
— you were surprised he'd helped you get yourself back together and walked you back outside. "just remember, keep an eye on that oil & air filter. bring it back & i'll take care of it." he handed you the receipt, holding the car door open for you.
both of you already halfway down the slippery slope that this would become.
uncle tigggyyyyy 🌶️ please tell me you have more planned for this else I fear I will simple cease existing x (your writing is fabulous I am immediately making my way through your masterlist)
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CONTENT WARNING BAE THIS IS FUCKING MEAN AND NASTY. 18+. MDNI. nasty dbf trope. uncle!tiggy being uncle!tiggy. dacryphilia. degradation if you squint. plan b pills. breeding. finger sucking. uncle tiggy loves seeing his baby cry, but he loves watching her try and hold it together while he tells her to shut the fuck up. not proofread well. intentionally lowercase.
an: i am not kidding yall please if anything taboo triggers you do not move forward with reading this. my work is all disgusting and brain worm powered here and i am not your mommy. you are responsible for your media consumption. thank you for looking!!!!
the house was dark, the only lights on above the stove and out on the front porch. dishes were drying on the rack, dinner packed away in the fridge. to the outside world, it was a quiet night—but just down the hall in your bedroom, your right leg was hooked over his shoulder, his dark curls sticking to his neck and forehead, as he grunted, burying the rest of his length inside of you. your whimpers and cries filling the stale air that reeked of scotch, cigarettes and pussy. tears were bubbling up on your waterline. incoherent sounds rambling from your lips. and above you as his hips met yours, he was fucking mocking you. “look at this poor baby, fuckin’ cryin’ cause she’s so full of this cock, hm?” his stark blue eyes catch your even in the dark. his hand rising to cradle your jaw, the cold silver of his rings giving a light burn to your reddened cheeks. “c’mon baby, stop cryin’ fer me..know you can take it all. you always do.” there go his lips pressing themselves to yours.
you’re so overwhelmed a sob croaks out of you. “uncle tiggy, please…it’s t’much.” your eyes wrench shut as sobs continue to rack your body, your breathing uneven as he presses further into you.
he scoffs, “no it’s not.” the tip of his cock digging into your cervix moving his hand from your jaw to your belly, pressing down on the bottom of it so he can feel where he’s at. “buried so deep in there baby, c’mon you know it feels so good, tell uncle tiggy how good it feels right here.” he presses further, and you’re a moaning mess under him.
without warning, that tight coil in the pit of your stomach snapped, and your walls clenched around him repeatedly as you cam around his cock, your slick splattering against his dark pubic hairs. tig speeds his pace up, chasing his own high as you continue to bite your lip and sob through the rest of your orgasm.
your breath quickly catches in your throat when his fingers and palm lay on your throat, squeezing it a bit. “told you to quit that fuckin’ cryin’. not gonna tell you again.” he grits in your ear. you bite your lip so hard you taste fucking blood.
with a sputter of his hips and a groan out of his lips, tig ruts into you once more, fucking his release back into you. “should make this one fuckin’ take. fill you up for good.” his head crashes down onto your shoulder, as he pulls out and rolls next to you.
the tears are silently rolling down your cheeks as you hold the cries in your throat. seamlessly, an arm threads between your shoulder and the mattress, tugging you closer, a prickley kiss pressed to your temple. “s’okay baby, let it all out now. i gotcha.” he shushes you as the hot tears roll down your neck. “poor thing, huh? just cryin’ for cock. you got your fill, yea?”
after you calmed down and got cleaned up together, you’re sat on the counter in the kitchen wet hair sticking to the baggy samcro t-shirt you have on, and he’s fumbling with the packaging of the pill. “open.” he turns to you and you stick your tongue out for him to place the pill on the back of your tongue. his salty fingers dragging their way off of your tongue. next he’s offering you a drink of his scotch to chase the bitter taste out of your mouth.
he rubs your thigh after and extends his hand for you to grab the cigarette he's lit. you oblige and breathe in a drag of the deep tobacco smoke, blowing it out the side of your lips. “uncle tiggy come lay with me?” you hand it back to him and grab his hand that’s still stroking your skin.
“come sit with me out here.” he nods to the recliner, helping you down off of the counter, guiding you to the living room. he’s got some old movie on while his baby is perched in his lap, playing with his fingers. his fingers grazing your bottom lip where it's bruised from your teeth digging into the flesh, his thumb shoving it's way past your parted lips, for you to suck on. your eyes grow heavy and your head eventually nuzzles into his shoulder as you drift off to sleep in his lap.
content warning: uncle!tiggy, large age gap, this is all fluff, mentions of death, mentions of marijuana usage and selling. my works remain 18+ regardless of present explicit content. i am not your mommy. you are responsible for your media consumption.
uncle!tiggy hc because i am SICK.
he very regretfully was not tuned in with his twins & he will not let you feel that way, so he is on top of all the shit you have going on. (speaking of which, dawn immediately stops coming around when she learns of you. fawn never really hangs around anyways, in chicago doing her own thing and no one breathes a word of you to colleen.)
NNNNNNNNEEEEEEEWAYSSSS
lets you put all sorts of curl product in his hair. the same shit you do yours with.
is a PRO at painting your toes for you. he prefers dark polish—lincoln park after dark is your go to.
lets you sit on his lap when you're upset so he can wipe your tears for you, baby. let uncle tiggy make all the bad stuff go away.
he passes your favorite coffee place on the way home from TM, always grabs you your go to order.
after really heavy shit happens with club business he wants a bath with you. nice, steamy water with your honied cherry bubble bath, he's sat behind you, water up to his chest. you learn quickly not to pry too hard for information. "s'it bad uncle tiggy?" he blows weed smoke out the side of his mouth, "real bad, baby, yea." and sometimes it's bad enough he'll get in his own head—the way he does—and he's mute. (ie. ope shooting clay or dawny dying) you have to go to gem for help because he opens up to her more. "just tryin' to help him, mama." you whisper as tears roll down your face, your lips pursed around a cigarette. "i know, baby. just too much for you sometimes, huh? he's alright—always is. that's just him takin' caruh you." she rubs your back, tig watching from across the lot unsure of why he can't let his baby in all the way.
tig is also everyone's weed dealer by the way, grows it in his house. and when you come along you start packaging it for him. you hate the ziploc bags, so you order nice legit looking packaging for him and you package all his "orders" for him. you even deliver to all the boys at the clubhouse. always a plain, nice thank you from everyone, except chibs. he always pats your cheek with a "good lassie".
when rat starts prospecting and he and tig get placed on lots of missions together, he eventually starts coming home with tig to hang out with you. rat is astonished a pretty little thing like you is wrapped around tig's finger. for the first few times he's over—he stares—a lot. "her eyes are a ruler length higher, dipshit." tig smacks the back of his head. but eventually a nice sunday dinner is had at least once a month with the two of you hosting rat, giving him a nice little family feel.
lots of dogs. your house is a fucking zoo. and he also has one mud room cat. and he has lizards. dk why, but he does. he has two. jekell and hyde. and their enclosure is built into a huge double vanity/dresser at the end of your bed.
What if uncle tiggy saw his girl with another guy?
baby uncle tiggy does not care about this. like at all. that leash on you is for your security, not his (not that you ever really stray far from him.) he's so safe, he's so familiar, he's so him.
he is fully aware of the caliber of woman he has; who is always prancing around with her tits spilling out of tops, jeans a half a size too tight, white liner in your waterline—your dumb doe eyes he calls them—mascara on a coat too thick, just the way he likes. just the way they all like.
half sack can barely make eye contact with you, eyes glaring to the floor, juice is always yapping in your ear staring at you, practically drooling. chibs has told you on more than one occasion that tiggy is too rough for such a sweet, young, thing like you. every..last..son.. just enamored by you.
you'd been so observant & obedient. had done exactly what tig wanted—without him even asking—following in gemma's footsteps to take care of everyone and now you have a hoard of men to entertain while he's locked in his seat, listening to all of bobby's comments about your body every time you bend over behind the bar to grab a bottle.
so, of course he doesn't care baby, especially when his cock in the one filling you to the hilt and spilling into your cervix every night. he knows you know where home is.
For some reason Tik tok just keep pushing SOA edits on my fyp (not that I mind😝) so I started rewatching and oh my GOOOOOOODDDD my love for the FREAK HIMSELF is still there
So while I was searching Tumblr for some good Tig trager smut I came across the uncle tiggy fluff (ate it up) and I want to ask
How would uncle tiggy react to his beautiful girl getting high on accident, could be some edibles left by juice that she thought were normal gummies or hush that was in Bobby's cooking
Would it lead to smut or fluff or both?
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firstttttt of all. anon—message me we MUST be besties and discuss soa together. lets BRING this shit back!!!!
secondllllly, since uncle tiggy & little lady smoke together all the time i can only see her accidentally getting wayyyy too high on shrooms & it's no fault of her own. and it's all fluff, poor baby just wants to go HOME & sleep. as much as tig likes to ruin his baby he would never ever want her to feel unsafe or uneasy while she's under the influence. he's icky but not that kind of icky.
so i see it this way, they're having a welcome home party or some shit at the clubhouse and you've been bouncing between a smoke circle and pool for the last 3 hours. you meet juice over at the bar who offers you an edible. obviously you accept, you're letting loose, you know tig has an eye on you and you're safe, so you know you can be a little extra wild.
except—it's not the edible you're expecting. it's fucking mushrooms. and you're way too high. not scared, but not having the best time either.
after he comes in from having a cigarette, tig is scanning the clubhouse for you, he sees you on the couch, legs crossed, tears down your face, watching the tv. sinking down next to you, he opens his arms, "s'tha matter baby, what happened?"
you take all of two seconds to lean into him mumbling that juice happened.
tig's raspy voice immediately hollers for juice. rushing over tig yanks him down to the couch next to him. picture the, "you fed crystal to a killer doberman..?" scene.
juice explains he thought you knew they were mushrooms as you continue to stare at the television, mma fights on, tears rolling down your cheeks still—just fuckin' zoned out trying to chill.
"well if she's too high, you're gonna be fuckin' higher. finish that shit." tig shoves juice's head away from him. "fuckin' idiot."
poor juicy didn't know. you're completely nonverbal at this point, just want to go to sleep. you look over at juice who is in fact finishing that chocolate bar like a fuckin' champ. the rest of the night you and juice are silent, he ends up passing out on the couch, you aren't far behind him.
you wake up when someone shakes you gently—uncle tiggy. hes gonna take his baby home and let her sleep it off while he holds her in bed watching smoky & the bandit for the one billionth time.
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex) —— bubble bath afterwards, this man has a fucking jacuzzi inside, i mean the bathroom is decked out. this man is the ultimate hookup, great little place to get railed. however, you are falling asleep in the living room together watching either smokey & the bandit or the dukes of hazzard, those are his favs. he's petting your hair to sleep, a joint between his lips, real softie afterwards.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) —— tiggy loves your mouth. for a myriad of reasons, whether you're mouthing off to bobby, calling him a motherfucker, or telling juice he's a jerk off, or you've got spit bubbles gathering at the sides of your mouth, his cock choking you, your head bouncing against the edge of the mattress. this man is obsessed w his nose. and let me tell you why: because he's a fucking munch, loves to have his tongue buried inside of your crying hole while his nose is rubbing back and forth against your swollen clit until your juices end up all over his face.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically) —— breeding kink goes fucking crazy. after he divorced colleen he knew he'd never be married again, so he opted for a vasectomy. however, he definitely doesn't go to his annual checks to make sure there is no swimmers left. if there are any left? he doesn't even really care, he's still coating your gummy walls with his spunk & he'll feed you your plan b after a nice hot shower.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) —— i think tiggy & kozik have fucked before & i just can't prove it.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?) —— yea this man is in his early 50's. he's plenty experienced, baby. way more than any of us could ever be.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying) —— again this man is in his early 50's, he is TIIIIIREDDDD. he loves a good lap dance, face to face, you can bounce on him lazily, or he can drill up into you fast and hard, but your chest and neck right at his mouth for him to mark up. however, if he's reallllly in the mood, he is pounding you doggy style. pulls you flush against his chest by your throat, squeezing enough to make your vision blur.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) —— "i'm a very big man, gemma.. and a little lube sometimes? it's just the humane thing to do." he's goofy about sex but not during. this man is fuckin' nasty & very much serious about everything he says he's going to do to you. definitely uses a solid mix of praise and degradation.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) —— trimmed up but a decent amount of bush. looks like he's fresh out of the fucking 70's.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) —— romantic sex happens before he goes on a job with the club. this is when you swear you know he loves you write back. it's heavy, it's slow & it is passionate. long, spit filled kisses, his tongue practically taking dental xrays for you. his hands roaming over your body, squeezing your hips, rolling your nipples, nails digging softly into all your supple flesh.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon) —— mutual masturbation lover one HUNDO. when he's away from you he definitely keeps some sort of your clothing items with him to wrap around the girth, his pre soon covering his entire length.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) —— i feel like i can't produce any new kinks for the necrophile, but in my head he has a nasty piss kink (probably because i watched him drown a man in a tub of it once. anyways whatever, next.)
L = Location (favorite places to do the do) —— getting mad water bed vibes from tig, additionally outdoor sex is a biggy for him.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) —— man is bricked just looking at you. loves your tits, loves listening to you argue with anyone, can't wait to shut your mouth for you. (you're about to gag on his cock)
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) —— can't think of something this dude wouldn't do once. this is tig trager.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) —— as previously stated, a fucking munch.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) —— see letter i :)
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) —— no go, this man wants to take his time. doesn't matter if you're making love or he's fucking you like he hates you.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) —— this man would do everything twice.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) —— one round but it's HOURS long. you are getting fucked brainless.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) —— has a nice collection. nice wand vibrator, clamps of many kinds, cock rings, sex furniture.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) —— tig once had you so worked up you start crying & he is gritting in your ear to 'shut the fuck up' while he fucks you silly. he is ruthless.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) —— decently loud, lots of grunting & groaning. swears a lot.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character) —— loves having threesomes with happy. & love to WATCH. suchhhhhh a fucking voyeur.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) —— 7.5" hard, he's thick. solid bush.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) —— he's more horny now than he was when he was 20 lmfao.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) —— only after you're asleep. he gets like 30 minutes into whatever show or movie is on, you're curled in his lap in the beaten recliner and he is out.
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