content warning: 18+ MDNI dark themes, cheating w ex!shane etc, idk yall know my shit is cray
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shane didn't know why his feet were dragging him down the sidewalk of the busy city to your hotel to speak with you. you'd been broken up for a little over two years, and even though it was on good terms and mutual, he was bringing some little bimbo to your wedding purely out of spite, because he couldn't stomach the idea of you settling down with someone who was less than him.
the bottle in the brown bag was slung upwards against his lips, as he swallowed the last of it and pitched it to the ground. his tear stained cheeks and neck freezing as the night breeze broke against his face.
he looked up and saw the lights of the hotel, pushing through the revolving door, making his way to the front desk.
the poor little girl at the desk looked frightened when she turned around to see shane's big stature leaning over the desk, with a tear stained face, reeking of booze and sweat. she did her job anyways,
"hi sir, can i help you?" she smiled, meekly at him with soft eyes.
shane sighed as his thoughts ran a million miles a minute,
"my uhโmy fianceโshe's stayin' here with her bridal party, there's been an accident i need to get to her room. now." he lied.
she nodded at him,
"yes i remember her, let me get her information pulled up." he couldn't believe this girl was just going to give him what he wanted, but hey, who was he to look a gift horse in the mouth?
"room 674, here's a key." she slid it to over to him.
he nodded and turned as he staggered his way to the elevator. the ride up to the sixth floor made his stomach turn and head spin as the box ascended through the hotel walls. after an eternity, it seemed it ground to a halt and the doors opened and he stumbled his was down along the hallway reading the numbers on the rooms counting them out loud.
669, 670, 671, 672, 673, 674......
even though he had a key, he knocked heavily on the door, leaning his arm against the door frame praying that you'd answer.
click
and the door swung open, and there you stood in your satin pj set, hair pulled back with a cocktail in your hand. your eyes growing wide at the sight in front of you. fucking christ.
"shane? what the fuck are you doing here?" you checked your watch for the time, no sooner than shane was pushing his way inside.
"baby please, need to talk to you, just need five minutes." he sniffled and slurred as his hands held onto your arms.
you just watched him as he held you in place, no objections, no fighting, eyes just tracing him, too tired to argue. at least that's what you told yourself. and with that, you nodded and let him sit you down at the table.
"this is not right, baby, s'posed to be you and me. please don't throw that shit away." he slurred as his hands grasped yours. it was a desperate grip, pawing at you.
poor thing had tears flooding his waterline as his voice cracked at the end of his sentence.
"shane where is this coming from? we haven't been together for over two years." you whispered to him as he held your hand in his tightly.
"let you go cause in my head, there was no choice, girl. you don't understand, baby. you were tryin' ta better yourself and i thought i was holdin' you back. just wanted to do right by you and give you a shot at your dream." he pleaded, referencing your schooling and work promotion.
you stood up and his hand gripped yours tighter, his bulky form slipping from the chair to his knees, his arms wrapping around your thighs, his face laying at your hips.
"never stopped thinkin' about you, us, our home, baby, please come home with me, don't do this to me, let me take care of you the way it should be." he slurred more, blubbering as his face turned to face you dead on looking up at you.
maybe he was right. not maybe. he was right. you were shattered when shane and you decided to split, he had convinced you it was in your best interest to be single as you navigated school to work your way to the manager position you wanted. and though it broke you to pieces, you listened to him because shane always wanted what was best for you, and he always shifted your perspective to look at things in a broader sense.
maybe that's why you didn't kick him out of the hotel room. maybe you did love him the way he loved you. maybe he was right. maybe that's why your hand snaked to the back of his head pulling him forward to your hips.
his nose brushing against you, inhaling deeply as a sigh of relief washed over him and he knew you were giving into him.
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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 collegeโyour 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. (๐ฅต)
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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 NOWโgave 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!
hellooooo:) i just wanna say that your uncle tig stuff is the hottest thing ive ever read thank you for your service ๐ซก
hiiii baby! thank you so so much, i will be back to write more soon. been in the midst of a promotion and adjusting to corporate professional world lol! if ya have any scenarios you wanna see please let me know! :)) thank u for looking 100 kissies for ur forehad bae
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