And how does the club or maybe other people react to it since yk they're supposed to be Uncle and niece type of relationship
hi nonnie. this post has a partial answer—whole uncle tiggy backstory. but i have new thoughts & am happy to share em for this SWEET ask! & thank u SO much for being here. love u mean it
let's begin...
if they're walking together the pda is tig holding her by the belt loop right at the small of her back. always leaning forward to whisper dirty secrets in her ear.
outside smoking; either one of them is on the bench, the other with their ass parked on the table, legs on both sides of the partner sitting below them. sharing cigarettes together.
hugs & kisses only happen if she's drunk, inhibitions lowered, insecurity about people watching her gone, she's hanging around his neck, pressing kisses up his neck. messy kissing too, lots of tongue, lots of spit.
and then people will get in tig's ear about it.
chibs is first, "such a pretty lassie hangin' on an'ol FUCK like you, ay brother?"
happy makes eye contact from the other end of the bar, "where do you find em like this?" he grins as his eyes trail over tiggy's baby.
gemma is last. with the same thing she always says as soon as you're out of earshot. her gaze on the door as happy walks you outside for a smoke, his hand at the small of your back walking you out into the moonlight, "playin with fire. workin' that little girl up like that tigger."
side note: after he's been on the inside tig is a habitual LICKER. as soon as he goes in for a huge he stills you and his tongue licks a stripe up your neck and jaw.
hey howdy fuckin' hey! so unfortunately i have fallen back into my sons of anarchy phase and also remember the uncle!billy trope some of us brain worm infested PRINCESSES loved on here. and thought about how much better it works for tig. (MDNI UNDER CUT PLEASE)
you're JUST shy of jax and opie's age, late 20's. been in and around this club for ages started hanging around more and more, especially after you left college—your dead father was a deadbeat and you were mostly left to fend for yourself, tig being one of his close buddies, took care of you when you needed. it's a found family type thing. you now help gemma run invoices at teller-morrow and when you finish with that, you're a mean bar back for these fucking ANIMALS.
you've hooked up with tig countless times, nothing beats it, he's rough, but there's passion, you can tell.
never a solid relationship tho, he can't do that. he's your uncle tiggy, he's just taking care of you. nothing more; nothing less.
you're standing behind the bar, popping caps off of beer bottles, pouring liquor into shot glasses, and passing them down the bar from memory.
tig says nothing, just observes. watches his pretty little thing doing her job so diligently. dishing back what shit the other men give her; half tuned into what chibs is prattling on about, a wicked grin growing across his face as he hears you shut bobby down, quick and full of sass.
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you start to grow impatient, you just want to take care of him. you wanna be an ol' lady. you know you fit the bill, gemma always reminds you.
you're pouring him a cup of coffee, nothing but a pair of panties on with one of his samcro shirts on like it's a fucking wedding dress, "not a fuckin' kid anymore." you'd grumble.
tig just grins and he slides his palm across your stomach as he pulls you to an embrace from behind, letting his hands wander slightly. "believe me, i know." his raspy voice is grunting in your ear as you hand him the cup of coffee.
fucking bastard.
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and when you've had a long day at the club, just ready to go home, you meet him outside on the bench, and stand between his legs, grabbing his cigarette and bringing it to your own lips for a drag. "take me home, uncle tiggy." you blow the smoke away from him as you're leant down to beg in his ear.
a low chuckle erupts from the back of his chest. "say it one more time, baby, say it just like that." his hands are holding your sides steady as you're in his ear.
pervert. (🥵)
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and moving onto the bedroom with tig is nothing short of a wild ride.
he's holding your head down on his throbbing, uncut cock. (tig is not cut you cannot change my mind on this, sorry.) you're gagging so hard you're ready to puke, you're tapping his legs as you desperately suck air in through your nostrils. "c'monnnnnn sugar, you can take it all. lemme paintyer belly with my fuckin' babies."
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THE END FOR NOW—gave foxie my fuckin' hulu to watch this show with me so i can yap about it again and now it's everyone's problem, sorry!!!!!!! no i am not :))
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just got done reading your uncle!tiggy post and i NEED more. i need to know everything about that relationship. did he gr**m her? did she lose her virginity to him? how did they make that big a jump in their relationship? does the club know? and if they do, what do they think about it??
hey bestie girl! so i actually JUST started thinking about all of this last night and the gears have been running FUCKING rampant. MDNI UNDER CUT; mention of gr**ming. did not take place just mentions the act of.
tiggy did not gr**m her no. no she did not lose her virginity to him, they didn't have any relations before she was legal, and he didn't look at her at that way until after her dad died and he was REALLY in the nitty gritty of helping take care of her and making sure she jad what she needed, a roof over her head, fixing her car, minor plumbing work and shit she needed at her house. she stays with him a few nights a week when she is bar backing, and then stays at her own house when hes away ok club business. (SUPER ironic bc he sees his fuckin girls once or twice a year lol) of course this is how it goes in my head but you build onto it in your hc as you please baby, seriously! this is meant for us to have so much fun with!)
it was never really a huge jump, she moves home from college because her dad has died, and she clings to the man that helps take care of her simply because it's all she really knows. tig knows this and this is why he will not cross into a romantic relationship with her "officially". he can't ruin his baby like that, he's just doing whats best for her. they're drunk one night, she's whining in his ear, sitting on his lap, spilling all her dirty secrets in his ear. one thing leads to another they end up in his room at the clubhouse. (does he actually have one? idk in my story he fuckin' does!) he knows he shouldn't but he just can't fucking help it. he's got his pretty baby sitting on his lap, wiggling and whining in his ear and he can smell the honey & cherry scented perfumes and products on her skin and it's making his fucking mouth water. and from then on out after they really get settled and acclimated she's essentially just his ol lady without the official title of it and they do NOT say i love you. he will not let her and that's the boundary she will not cross. when shes sober.
so many nights of her drunk or high petting the dog, "uncle tiggy.. i gotta tell you somethin'.." and he shakes his head and covers her up, "no ya don't baby, go to sleep." it's stern but it's because he cares and he's trying to make sure neither of them get hurt; and then he's back out to his garage working on his bike.
club knows, gemma DEFINITELY gives him the most shit for it. "playing with fire, working that little girl up like that, tigger." but at the end of the day she sees the companionship & how it's not just one sided & reluctantly leaves it be. she checks on you a lot and discreetly pries for information from you, you know how she does it! and also in any of my sons works just always assume she is bestie girls w gem. she is always a mother figure and wants the best for her too!
i feel like the men of the club don't care. i think half sack might be a tad confused when he sees her locked between tig's legs but you know that sweet baby doesn't bother anyone or confront so he just watches and jax finally clues him in when he asks, "is he.. really.. her uncle?" and jax, ope & chibsy blowing smoke from their lips outside doubled over laughing. while juice looks over and chimes in, "is he not?"
sorry this is actually 1 bajillion years long but i LOVE this trope and i LOVE sons of anarchy! if you have any questions at all ab anything or even any requests please send them to my inbox and thank you so much for asking these questions ive never been able to fully articulate my ideas out to someone like this so if u requested this u fucking rock and i love u!
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.
saw that clip of jax yelling at tara telling her "you wanna be an ol lady? act like one. do what you're told." and i want you all to know i have THOUGHTS about how uncle!tiggy would handle it.
NEWAYSSSSSS. it's some petty ass argument. in the middle of their actual work day for the mechanic shop, you were handing him a new invoice and brought it up. wrong choice because it was NOT going your way, "i know you just wanna help, baby. but s'not safe. need ya to stay home." he brushes a piece of your hair behind your ear and presses his lips to your forehead.
you immediately go full brat. "doin' what gem fuckin' taught me. stand by your man. i'm fuckin' comin with and i'm fucking helping you." you shove him away.
tig hardly moves. "quit makin' a scene, goddammit. you're not goin' with & i'm done talkin' about it with you, go." he warns, hushed, and you have tears bubbling in your eyes, storming to the office.
it's not your fault, babygirl. everytime he leaves the poor guy is getting mauled by a fuckin' dog or worse. you just want to make sure your uncle tiggy comes back in one piece. you love him you can't help it.
it's the end of the night and the guys are all rolling out from church. you serve everyone their drinks, and step out for a smoke.
your ass is parked on the table of the picnic bench, feet resting on the seat as you take a long drag and look out at the parked bikes, noting the bell hanging from the back of tig's that you gifted him the first christmas after your dad passed when he stepped up to help you.
you hear the door open, and don't even move.
"you done poutin'?" speak of the devil.
"not talkin' to you, alex." you flicked the ash from the end of the cigarette.
"c'mon sugar, don't do me like that." he squats in front of you to make you look at him. "you know i'd take ya with me if it was safe. but it's not and it's not just for me; it's for the club. you know the rules. askin' for trouble to happen if i take ya. need you to hold the fort down at home til i come back. can you be a good girl & do that for me?" his ring clad fingers are brushing your bare calves.
you sigh and flick the cigarette to the ground. a slow nod.
"you wanna go home?" he stands up a hand out to grab yours.
another nod. "m'sorry uncle tiggy," you rise to your feet and he helps you step down and your arms are around his torso in a second, your head pressed into his chest.
"s'okay baby." he assures you and presses his lips to the top of your head, smoothing your hair down with his free hand that isn't holding onto your waist.
in a few hours you won't even remember why you were mad at him. uncle tiggy always makes time to love on his sweet baby. especially before he leaves.
Does really uncle tiggy consider to sharing his baby?😋
uncle tiggy only shares with happy, sexually. (spoiler alert i am writing a fic ab this right now !!) however, everyone else is free to get their platonic love and support from little lady. always greeted with big bear hugs, kisses to her head or temple. she is just everyone's baby and they know if she doesn't have tiggy she doesn't have anyone, so that's why everyone is so heavy on loving her :))
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?
I love your writing btw I deep dived in to your blog and it's honestly amazing you give such prefect explanation on everything and so much detail that UGHHH it makes me wanna read more,keep posting love🥰💕💕💕
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.
