My name is Tj and I love Sons Of Anarchy, obviously Tig being my favorite. But I also like supernatural and heavily favor Sam <3. Other shows I enjoy are TWD, 9-1-1, Animal Kingdom and The Pitt but I probably won't talk about those much.
I write for masc people because there's not too many writers who cater to them and honestly there just needs to be more x male reader fics. I also like to write in gender neutral terms so hopefully everyone can enjoy it :D
A little more about me is I'm a 19 year old bisexual trans guy who is a freak. I am a loser emo boy who loves all things early 2000's and older men. Idk what else to share about me but if you have questions I am a very open book so just ask :P
And obviously I hate racists, homophobes, transphobes, I could keep going. Just don't be a piece of shit and respect everyone <3
Requests?
They're always open, I love to write. It's a good way to wind down after work. I'll write about most SOA characters (Clay is always on very thin ice with me) and i'm all for the women in SOA. Plus I love a lot of supernatural characters. Especially Sam, Bobby, and Gabriel.
I'd give you a list of rules for requests but just have common sense. I like dirty stuff, not crimes 🫵🏻
Characters: Filip “Chibs” Telford, Alexander “Tig” Trager, Jackson “Jax” Teller, Happy Lowman, Herman Kozik, Juan Carlos “Juice” Ortiz, Harry “Opie” Winston, David Hale, Nero Padilla, George “Ratboy” Skogstrom, Kip “Half” Sack” Epps, Chuck “Chucky” Marstein,
A/N: like zero people write for Chucky. He’s such a sweetheart so needed to include him. Struggled to find a decent gif for Ratboy. Will also do this for Mayans characters at some point.
Chibs:
Chibs never planned on cheating. He drank too much whiskey. And a crow eater slid into his lap. By the time it was over he instantly regretted it.
You suspect something happened when he comes home smelling of another woman’s perfume. But he tries to distract you with kisses, and pulling you close, telling you he loves you.
Chibs is able to keep it secret from you, even though you suspect. Part of you isn’t even sure you want to know the truth. Especially since he spends so much time making you feel good. And doting on you. It makes you think that maybe it was all in your head.
The cycle keeps happening. When he’s stressed with pressures of the club. You start suspecting when he comes home later and later each time. A look of guilt on his face. Scratches on his back that he can’t explain. He says “just club shit love”
You can’t bring yourself to confront him because you’re terrified of losing him. Despite suspecting that he’s cheating the thought of losing him completely hurts more than his cheating ever could.
Surprisingly it’s Tig who is telling Chibs to be honest with you. Tig knows it’s better for Chibs to be honest then to hide it any longer. Maybe there is a chance of salvaging your relationship if he’s honest.
When he finally tells you the truth he can’t stop apologising. “I’m a selfish bastard and you deserve better”. He has a feeling that you will leave him. He’s surprised when you pull him close.
The makeup sex is intense. Rough. Gentle. All at the same time.
He promises it will never happen again. And he sticks to that promise. Instead whenever he is feeling stressed or shit is going on with the club that becomes too much, he comes straight home to you. Which is what he should have done in the first place.
Tig:
At first Tig didn’t even consider it cheating. He was “just blowing off steam” with a random crow eater
But when he remembers you’re at home waiting for him it starts to sink in what he has done.
He’s terrible at trying to hide it. You notice the lipstick on his collar. The smell of cheap perfume. Scratches down his back.
He tells you that it doesn’t count. That it’s you he’s coming home to. All of that other shit doesn’t mean anything.
The guilt starts eating at him. He’ll show up at your place, flowers in hand, ready to get down on his knees and grovel.
You tell him you need some space to figure things out. It hurts him but he understands. He knows he fucked up. Big time.
Tig is the type to self sabotage. So while he gives you space he still fucks crow eaters. He knows he’s just going to fuck things up further and push you further away but he just can’t seem to help himself.
Chibs tells him if he keeps this up he’s going to lose you for good. But it doesn’t seem to sink in.
It isn’t until you come walking into the clubhouse one night, you see a crow eater sat on his lap, his hand resting on her thigh as she’s kissing his neck. It isn’t until Chibs punching him in the arm that he looks up and sees you stood their frozen. Tears falling from your eyes. That’s when he pushes the crow eater off of him. And runs after you after you run away.
He finally catches up with you, grabbing your wrist and pulling you against him. His arms wrap around you, and he holds you close as you cry into his chest.
You should pull away. Hit him. Anything but you can’t help but melt into his arms.
He takes you home and he can’t stop apologising to you. He tells you he knows he fucked up, but part of it is because he thinks he doesn’t deserve you. The makeup sex is rough and involves teeth.
He ends up crying afterwards holding you close and admitting that the thought of losing you kills him inside, but also the fact that he feels like he doesn’t deserve you is why he tried to sabotage everything.
He agrees to let you cut his dick off he ever looks at another woman again.
He also promises that if you give him the chance that he will try and be better because he does genuinely love you.
Jax:
You catch him in the act with Tara.
He tries to explain himself to you. How it’s complicated. How he has history with Tara. He felt bad but it was difficult to say no to her. Especially after so many years of loving her.
At first you tell him to leave you alone. That you can’t bear to look at him let alone be around him.
He stays at the clubhouse knowing you wouldn’t want him coming home.
The guilt eats him alive. He focuses on club shit. Avoids Tara. Telling her to stay away from him when she does show up. And he doesn’t go near anyone else.
He writes in his journal. Pages full of self loathing and how much he loves you. It’s then that he realises he can’t lose you and he will fight for you and your relationship.
He comes home and despite you telling him that you aren’t ready he tells you he isn’t going anywhere. He grovels begging for your forgiveness. Telling you how he’s hated himself ever since it happened and that it will never happen again. How he regrets hurting you.
The makeup sex is passionate, rough and emotional. He tells you how much he loves you and that he will do everything he can to prove he will never hurt you again.
Happy:
Happy doesn’t cheat often. But sometimes things get too much for him. The darkness, the blood shed. Even the Tacoma Killer can’t handle everything all the time.
It was supposed to be a one time thing. To let off some steam. Then it started to become more regular.
It’s always with someone who will never show their face around the club house again. No chance of getting caught out. No chance of them coming back for more. No names shared just something raw with someone who doesn’t mean anything.
He’s very good at hiding it at first. No scratches on his body, no scent of perfume lingering on his skin. No late nights. Nothing that makes him seem suspicious.
The guilt manifests in small ways. He starts doing more for you. Fixing things around your house, bringing you coffee exactly how you like it. Holding you closer when you’re sleeping.
You get suspicious when he starts doing more. Seeming like he’s trying to make up for something.
When you question him he can’t lie. He doesn’t say much. He’s always been a man of few words but he does say “it didn’t mean anything.”
He doesn’t beg you to stay. He actually tells you that he understands if you want to leave. Even though it will kill him he doesn’t say that. He does tell you “I’m a killer. I’m not a good man, but you do make me want to try and be better.”
The makeup is silent and intense. Raw passion. Hands rough but controlled. Afterwards he holds you close. Showing you how much he does really care about you by showing you his softer side. A side only you get.
Kozik:
Kozik’s cheating usually happens when he’s been on the road away from home for too long. He’s missing you. And he knows it’s no excuse. But he’s imagining it’s you the entire time.
Every time he tells himself it’s meaningless and it will never happen again. Until he’s on the road again.
He comes home with gifts from the road a way of trying to make it up to you. And then he always makes love to you.
The guilt eventually gets to him though. He becomes quieter, almost distant. When you confront him he tells you the truth. Promises you that it meant nothing, and that it was only because of the stress of him being away from you for so long.
You’re upset but you can’t be mad at him for long not when he looks at you with so much guilt in his eyes.
He admits how disappointed he is in himself.
Makeup sex is playful at first. Lots of teasing. Laughing between kisses. Then he’s passionate. Kissing you roughly. Hand stroking your face. He holds you close telling you how much he loves you.
He apologises profusely afterwards. Saying that if he has to go on the road again for a long time you’re coming with him. No questions asked
Juice:
Juice is extremely drunk. Plus the girl looked so much like you. At least when he was drunk she looked like you.
Juice doesn’t realise what he’s done until he wakes up the next morning, a strange woman in his bed. He yells at her to get out.
He then races over to yours. He can’t keep this to himself because the guilt will eat him alive. So he is honest with you.
He knows he screwed up and he’s crying, and begging you not to leave him.
You hold him close while he cries and try to reassure him that you’re not going anywhere. You know it was an accident and you are glad he was honest with you rather than trying to hide it.
He promises he will do whatever it takes to make it up to you. He continues to beg and grovel. And he will need constant reassurance that you aren’t leaving him.
Opie:
He doesn’t intend to cheat. But the pressures of the club. And the reminder of everything he’s lost becomes too much to bare. So he seeks comfort elsewhere.
He knows he shouldn’t. He loves you but he’s also terrified of losing you because of the club. Like he lost everything else. He shuts down emotionally and makes bad decisions. Ones he later lives to regret.
He is terrible at hiding the guilt. He gets quieter more distant, he avoids eye contact and throws himself further into club business.
When you notice something’s wrong you push Opie for an answer. He can no longer keep it a secret. He tells you everything. But also tells you why he did it, as well as that he regrets it, he loves you, and that he didn’t tell you because he was scared of losing you, like he’s lost everything else.
Makeup sex is intense, and emotional. Opie holds you close. His large hands wandering your body. Keeping a firm grip on you, like he’s scared he’ll lose you if he lets go. Whispering how sorry he is and how much he loves you. Begging you to stay.
When he finally realises you’re not going anywhere he becomes more present. Spends more time with you and the kids. Becomes the man you need him to be. And keeping his promise that it would never again true.
David Hale:
You catch him in the act. You had decided to surprise him at the office. You knew he was working late so you decided to bring him coffee. What you didn’t expect was to find your boyfriend with his head between Agent Stahl’s legs.
He doesn’t notice at first as you stare on in horror. It isn’t until Stahl taps him on the head and said “looks like we’ve got ourselves an audience Davey.” A disgusting smirk on her face that you just want to punch off. She knows exactly who you are.
David’s head whips up and he is shocked to see you stood there. He pulls away from Stahl completely. You just throw the coffee at him not caring that he now has scalding hot coffee burning him. It’s the least he deserves.
You tell him to leave you alone. Not to call or text. Don’t show up at your place.
You’re friends with the MC, more specifically Jax. You find out from Jax he walked in on them together a couple of weeks ago. But he didn’t tell you because he didn’t want to hurt you. At least you know this hasn’t just been a one time thing.
After weeks of no contact David shows up at the club house. Jax gets protective and tells him to back off, but David begs you to hear him out.
He tells you Stahl has this hold over him and was manipulating him. You find it hard to believe but David begs you to give him another chance.
The makeup sex is raw, emotional. Full of tears because you’re so mad and hurt. He holds you close begging you not to leave him. You agree to take things step by step, as long as he doesn’t do it again. If he does then you’re gone. He promises it won’t happen again.
He knows he messed up. But Stahl is a master manipulator. You end up seeing that first hand when it comes to the MC.
Nero:
Nero doesn’t intend to cheat. It just sort of happens. During moments of weakness or stress with shit from his past life or club drama. He knows it’s not an excuse but it’s just an escape
He is relatively smooth about covering it up at the beginning. Nothing that could suggest he’s cheating. No scent of perfume, no lipstick, no unexplained marks. Nothing that would make you suspicious in anyway.
The guilt slowly starts showing with how more attentive he becomes of you. Like always bringing you flowers afterwards. Helping you out more around the house. Cooking for you. Even full body massages.
He hates himself for what he’s done. But he continues to try and hide the truth from you.
You eventually start suspecting with how above and beyond he’s going for you. So when you confront him he can’t deny it any longer.
He tells you he messed up. That he regrets it and that it meant nothing. He looks you in the eye as he promises it will never happen again.
The makeup is passionate and tender. He calls you “mi amor” the entire time. Whispering sweet nothings in your ear. Peppering kisses all over your body.
He becomes even more devoted to you. And is more open and honest with you about everything.
Ratboy:
After Rat cheats on you he comes clean immediately. He feels immense guilt and has to be honest with you, because he genuinely loves you.
He swears it was just one night after a bad run. Blowing off steam. But he deeply regrets it.
He avoids eye contact when he tells you “it doesn’t mean anything”
He is scared of losing you. And becomes extra clingy afterwards.
He screws up again after you tell him you don’t know if you can trust him again. That you need a little time.
He stays at the clubhouse and ends up sleeping with some random croweater. He’s mad that he fucked up, and that he hurt you but he does the exact thing he did wrong to take his frustration out.
He comes clean again. And knows you won’t ever forgive him. You get mad and it causes a massive fight. He lets you scream at him. Hit him. Whatever it takes. When he realises how much he truly has broken you. He promises that you he won’t do it again.
The makeup sex is passionate, and sweet, but also rough.. He tells you “I’m so fucking sorry baby”
He lets you take control. Punishing him. Being rough if that’s what you want.
You end up giving him an ultimatum. That if he cheats one more time you are out of that door, and out of his life for good.
Half Sack:
Half Sack never planned on cheating on you. It just happens after to much alcohol during a party, and a crow eater consistently flirting with him.
You’re across the room talking with Tara and Gemma to engrossed in conversation to see Half Sack sneaking off with the crow eater.
When you notice that he’s disappeared you go looking for him. Only to find him with his cock buried in someone else’s pussy.
He doesn’t even realise you’ve walked in until you’re screaming at him and throwing stuff at him.
He quickly gets dressed after you run out of the room, and he chases after you.
He tells you he’s sorry, and says it meant nothing.
He begs for your forgiveness but is met with a slap across the face instead.
For weeks after you avoid him. Wanting nothing to do with him. Despite him showing up at your place, consistent texting. Sending you flowers.
You eventually show up at T.M so you can finally say what you need to say to him.
You tell him it will be difficult to forgive him, but if he promises it will never happen again, you can try.
Makeup sex is soft and sweet. Full of him kissing you all over, and apologising over and over again.
Chucky:
Chucky never planned to cheat on you. He’s working the bar when a random crow eater notices him tinkering with his prosthetics. She starts flirting him. Daring him to use them on her.
You aren’t around and he doesn’t even fully comprehend what he’s done until it’s too late.
He feels extremely guilty afterwards, and he grows a little distant and quiet around you.
When you confront him, his mouth runs faster than his brain and before he can stop himself he’s blurted everything out to you.
He tells you he wasn’t thinking straight, and that it was a mistake, he admits she was interested in his hands which he is insecure about, so her taking interest made him feel good about himself. He worries that he’s a freak and that he doesn’t deserve your love and he’s worried you hate his hands.
When you take his hands in his and resssure him that you love him for him, hands included, he breaks down crying in your arms.
He keeps apologising through the tears.
He’s terrified you’ll leave him so he starts being more attentive. Bringing you flowers. Being more clingy.
Makeup sex is interesting. You ask him to use the prosethetics on you to show you how much you love him and them. He’s sweet. And telling you how much he loves you and how sorry he is.
He knows he can trust Gemma so he begs her to make sure he doesn’t mess up. Because he can’t lost you, and he also can’t do that to you again.
Tiggyyyy so cute so cute so cute oh so cute HES SO ADORABLE oh mgod so cuuuute my little ball of disgruntled sunshine ouhhhhhh inwantto crumple him up andthrow him at the wall because I love him so so so so much sooooooo so so cute
Tig Trager who is submissive in such ways. There's only so far he'll go with it. You trying to boss him around? He'll have pushed up against the nearest surface, holding you down, trapping you, until you know your place.
He likes being in control when he can. He doesn't have much say in the club, his ideas often tossed out or his concerns waved off. So when it comes to you? He makes you listen. If he says you two are having a certain thing for dinner, you're having it. If he says he's leaving? If you wanna go with you better hurry because he's leaving now.
During sex? He's putting you in the positions he wants. He's telling you what to do. The only control you have is a safe word. Other than that? He's the one in control.
But there's moments, quiet, soft, peaceful where he's just there. His head in your lap as you play with his hair. Or when he's had a terrible day he'll drop to his knees and sit at your feet like a dog. Tears in his eyes that are usually from anger. Waiting for you to do something, say something, make him your bitch. Because at those moments he just wants his brain to shut off and shut the fuck up. He wants to remember even if he has a hard shell and four walls he barely takes down that he's still capable of being soft. That he's capable of breaking just like everyone else.
But he'll only break for you on his own terms, on his own time. But it's always worth it. Because at the end of every day he's your Tig. Even if he feels like he doesn't deserve it.
Dean finding out Sam liked to regress because he wet the bed after a nightmare ):
ᯓ★ SFW agere, cg!Dean, little!Sam, mentions of Lucifer and SA
(NOT WINCEST, please keep that away from me it makes me uncomfortable)
Age regressor Sam who's constantly regressed after being in the cage with Lucifer and Cas breaking down his wall. Sam never told anyone he regresses but lately he's been crying himself to sleep with thoughts of Lucifer. At first he did it just because he never really got a childhood, not a good one anyway. But the way that the archangel had his hands all over him just made him want to slip away all the time now. Even if Sam didn't remember all the details he knew what happened, he could fill in the blanks.
Sam eventually started to fall asleep, arms wrapped around himself in a way to self soothe. Especially because the motel room was empty and Dean was out at the bar. Probably finding some women to drag to the backseat of Baby. But Sam didn't dwell on it. Not when his mind was slipping some place smaller. A place that made him want to suck his thumb and be wrapped in a blanket.
When Dean finally did get back from the bar, tipsy enough to struggle with the key, he immediately sobered up seeing Sam in the dim light of the motel room. Watching Sam whine and thrash around. He didn't want to wake him, especially because the younger Winchester hasn't been getting much sleep. So he did what he would do when Sam was younger. He turned the tv on some late night sit com, keeping the volume low. He walked over and turned the bathroom light on so the bathroom wasn't so dark. Then kicked his boots off and crawled into bed next to his little brother. Just rubbing his back, humming some Van Halen song he heard at the bar.
Just like when Sam was little he calmed right down. Like even in his sleep he knew his older brother was there to keep him safe, to keep him grounded. Dean was gonna get up and move over to his own bed so he could sprawl out in his boxers but the bed was warm and he still had alcohol in his system. He closed his eyes, mumbling to himself about just resting his eyes for a moment until he just fell asleep. Hand still absentmindedly rubbing Sams back.
When Dean woke up the clock read four twenty seven am. So he was only out like three hours. It took him a second to fully wake up but when he did he realized what actually woke him up. The bed was wet, someone pissed the bed wet. At first Dean thought it was him. He'd never admit it but there has been a few times where he got shitfaced drunk and his alcohol filled bladder didn't wake him up in time. Mostly when Sam was away at college and getting drunk was the only way to deal with dads bullshit. But his pants were almost dry, too dry.
He turned on the lamp and pushed the blanket back, Sam's pj pats were soaked. Deans first instinct wasn't to get mad, it was to get worried. Sam has always been the more put together sibling, not the piss your pants when you're too drunk sibling. Sam barely even got drunk to begin with.
Dean gently shook Sam, tapping his cheek a few times. "Sammy, Sammy wake up." When Sam finally opened his eyes he immediately caught onto the way Dean was looking at him. Then he felt it. If he was feeling big he would've said something, made up an excuse, but he felt small. Too small. So instead he just started to cry, his bottom lip quivering before letting out a soft and childish "Sorry.. nightmare."
Dean stared at Sam for a second, confused and a little more worried. All while Sam just stared at his lap and cried. "Hey, it's okay, accidents happen. I cleaned them up all the time when we were kids, remember?" Sam just shrugged, picking at a loose thread on the blanket. Deans stared a little longer, trying to piece together a puzzle he didn't have very many pieces for to begin with. Then some little spark went off in his brain. He remembered in his knee deep research about trauma to try to help Sam he read about something called age regression.
Sure he found it ridiculous at first. But after thinking about it he couldn't judge. Dean would watch Scooby doo and wear cartoon boxers because he liked those things as a kid. Maybe this wasn't much different. Except instead of just liking childish things, Sam just was a little childish.
Dean reached out, nudging Sam's head to look at him. "You feeling a little dazed, Sammy?" Sam nodded, sniffling. Dean nodded as he thought for a second. "That's okay. We'll talk about it more later. But right now let's get you situated. I'll go start the shower for you and find you some new clothes."
Dean got up, motioning for Sam to follow. But Sam just sat there, holding his arms out expecting to be carried. Dean sighed, feeling bad. "I can't carry you, kiddo. But I will hold your hand." Sam thought for a moment before slowly nodding. Sticking his thumb between his lips before grabbing his older brother's hand. "There we go, one foot in front of the other." Dean said softly like he was trying not to spook an animal.
He got Sam into the bathroom and turned on the shower. Making sure it was warm but not too hot. He set the shower products in order. Shampoo, conditioner, and body wash. Naming them out to Sam. "Alright, I'll set some clothes and a towel on counter for when you're done. I'm gonna go change your sheets." Sam mumbled a few things that Dean didn't catch before starting to undress. Dean quickly left the bathroom, leaving the door cracked before moving towards Sam's duffel bag. Digging around for another pair of pj pants, fresh underwear, and a shirt.
He found what he was looking for and set the pile in the bathroom. Trying to ignore the sniffles coming out from behind the shower curtain. He walked over to the bed and just stripped all the sheets off of it. Shoving them in a pile in the closet. He didn't remake the bed, the mattress was still wet. So he just made up the other bed. Tossing more pillows on it, untucking the tightly tucked blankets, and even slipping out to grab the blanket then he kept under the seat in Baby.
As he was locking his car back up he noticed something. A twenty four hour drug store right across the street. He glanced at the motel door before mumbling "fuck it" and running across the street. He knew what he was looking for. Something for Sam to hold, to press his face into, to carry around. Like the teddy bear he had a kid. The teddy bear John threw away because Sam was "too grown." At that time Dean didn't dare to speak up, to tell his dad that Sam couldn't sleep for a month without that bear.
Dean walked over to the small section of stuffed animals, looking over the selection. Colorful sea creatures, regular brown and black bears, and after pushing them around and making a mess of the shelf he found a dog. It was a little big but it was soft. Dean tucked it under his arm and walked up to the counter. Coming face to face with a sweet old lady.
She picked the dog up and scanned it. "A little comfort away from home?" Dean shook his head. "Not for me, for my little brother. He's having a hard night." The old lady smiled. "I har plenty of grandkids to know the little one will enjoy this." Dean nodded. "Yeah, he will."
After handing the lady cash he walked back over to the motel, walking in to find Sam sitting on the bed in just his boxers. Sam held the rest of his clothes out to Dean. "Help." He whined, a pout on his lips. "Alright kiddo, arms up." Dean grabbed the clothes and tossed the pj pants over his shoulder before helping Sam pull his shirt on. Then he crouched down and helped him pull his pants on.
It was almost bitter sweet. Dean missed helping his little brother. He missed the squeaky "Dean, Dean!" When Sam wanted his help as a kid. He just wished it didn't take literal hell to be Sams rock again. Dean stood up and reached into his jacket, handing Sam the stuffed animal. The sad look on his face instantly disappeared. "For me?" Dean nodded. "Yeah, for you."
Sam stood up and wrapped his arms around Dean. The stuffed dog squished between them. Dean softly smiled, his chin on Sams shoulder as he rubbed his back. "No problem, kiddo. I'll change into my comfy clothes and we can watch some cartoons. Sound like a plan?" Sam pulled back with an eager nod. Already making his way into the fresh bed. Plopping down right in the middle, giggling as he pressed his face into the new stuffed animal.
Dean knew it was gonna take some adjusting to get used to Sam's new quirk. But if it makes Sam feel better Dean will watch cartoons and buy stuffed animals every night.
Tired talks: So ughh, anyone else think about age regressor Sam? Because I do. Sam deserves the world. Would you guys want more of him? Because I wanna write more of him. Oh my sweet Sammy ):
