I'm trying something a bit different with this story. In fact, it isn't a story at all, but a collection of short stories containing Tig Trager. The bulk of it will be AU smut-shots based on the many stories mentioned in the show, a few will be originals from yours truly.

I've compiled a nice list after re watching the entire series, but if anything comes to mind or you have a particular Tig-fantasy, feel free to message me. I'll give credit accordingly for anything I use.

Warnings will be posted before each chapter because, well, it's Tig. I'll also try and give a time frame as these may come off jumbled and in no particular order.

As for this chapter, language and explicit smut follows. This is set just before season one starts.

2008

It had been a long, rough ride. Tig was more than ready to get back to his dorm room with a cold one and sleep this one off. He and Bobby parked by the wall and stretched on woozy legs before walking to the clubhouse door.

Without looking, Tig made his way to the bar, opening the cooler to pull out two tall bottles and popped them on the opener behind the bar. He looked up to Bobby to hand him his brew, then noticed what the stout man was staring at... the two gashes on the leather couch. Half-Sack lay between them head on one of their chests as they pretended to laugh at something he said.

"New recruits?" Tig huffed.

"Naw, man. You recognize Sarah, right?" Bobby muttered before heaving himself up on the bar stool. He was talking about the brunette with the tanned skin, the one bulging out of the skin-tight leather. "She cut her hair or some shit."

"I mean Red." Tig said, leaning against the bar. One hand went to his crouch casually as the other held his beer. His clear blue eyes were on the newbie, with the fire engine red hair dusting just past her shoulders. He had set plans for the night when he entered the club house, but those suddenly became negotiable.

"That's Rob's daughter from the Devil's Tribe*." Bobby smiled, taking a long pull from the neck of his bottle, emptying it and placing it on the bar.

"Shit... She grew up."

"I suspect that happens naturally." Bobby scoffed. "I'm turning in for the night. Don't do anything I wouldn't do, brother." He laughed, dropping off the stool to walk down the hall of dorms.

Once he heard the door shut behind Bobby, Tig chugged the rest of his cold one and slammed the bottle down on the bar. "GRUNT!"

"Shit..." the young prospect shuttered, hopping up to his feet. "Yes, sir?"

"Time to turn in!" Tig yelled, standing up straighter, both hands on his belt now.

The prospect hesitated, looking back to the girls on the couch who were now silent.

"NOW!" Tig insisted. "Clear out!"

The girls got up, set to follow Sack to his room for the night.

"Not you, Red. You stay put."

She froze in place, feet still beside the couch, watching her friend follow the prospect to the hallway until she couldn't see them anymore.

"You just get to town, doll?" Tig asked, taking a few long strides closer.

"Last night." She nodded, quietly.

"You're Rob's girl?" She sighed, looking off to the side as he came closer. "I heard about what happened to your father. He was a good man." Tig was now standing in front of her, brushing a bright red curl from her eyes. They were dark green and heavily rimmed. She had a little star shaped diamond underneath her right eye. On a whim, he brushed his thumb over it gently. It was a piercing. The action caused her to flutter her lashes and look up at him. "What's your name, beautiful?"

"Vega*." She whispered.

"Vega?" He asked quietly, close to her ear.

"Like the star." She said smartly.

"Star Girl..." He muttered, kissing her jaw lightly. "Tell me, baby, you let anyone else in those tight leather pants yet?" He trailed a hand up her thigh only to let it linger over her zipper, feeling the heat radiating from her core. It wasn't that he was adverse to someone else's leftovers, he just liked picking off the fresh ones a bit better, ruining them for his brothers. Unfortunately that meant, more often then not, that the girls head for the hills after their first night in the club.

"I didn't spend the night here, if that's what you mean."

"What about tonight, then? You looking to earn yourself a bed for the night?"

"Actually," she slipped by him, walking over to the giant doors of the chapel. She stopped in front of the wall beside it, the wall of mug shots. "I'm more interested in what's in here." She pointed to the doors.

When she turned, he could see the cuts in the back of her tee shirt. They opened up revealing colorful shooting stars covering the bulk of her back. He found himself wanting to bend her over so he could kiss and bite every single one. "No, babe. No bitches at the table. You should know better. Your dad was VP, right?" He came up behind her, placing a hand on her neck, one on her lower stomach.

She nodded, answering his question silently. "What a shame. This is you?" She pointed to his mug shot near the top of the wall. It was a few years old, but it was unmistakably him.

"Guilty." He growled, grinding his tight jeans against her ass, nudging her with his hard cock through the fabric of their pants.

"Tig Trager." She breathed his name out effortlessly. "I've heard about you."

"Yeah, baby?" He smirked into her hair, urging her chin up to look at him. "Your daddy warn you about me?" She snapped away from him, out of his grasp, leaning her back against the giant wooden doors. She looked at him with sad doe eyes. "Too soon?"

"Sergeant." She said, looking at his right breast, the patch proudly sewn over his heart. She gave him a mocking 'About Face' followed by a playful salute. "The Tig I heard stories about wouldn't hesitate to unlock this door."

In one long stride, Tig boxed Vega in, pressing her into the door. One hand pressed flat against the wood, just beside her face, the other lingered on the door handle. "I hate to disappoint such a pretty face." He growled before sealing their lips together.

She melted at his touched, nearly sliding down the length of the door to puddle at his feet. The door opening caught her off guard, causing her to stagger a bit as she lost the support behind her. She steadied herself once inside the dark room and Tig closed the door behind them and leaned against the door, keeping the lights off. The two windows behind Clay's seat let enough light in for him to still see her eyes light up as she took in the room.

"You realize if we get caught in here I'll lose my kutte."

"Yeah? And I'm pretty sure I'll get kicked out." She crossed her arms over her torso and gripped the lower hem of her shirt, pulling it over her head. She tossed the shirt on a nearby chair, Chibs chair, and flipped her hair. Tig noticed that the stars over her back continued on to dwindle out over her right collarbone. That wasn't all. On her right ribcage, she had a large tattoo of a black and blue Harley Davidson Knucklehead. A red ribbon weaved over the top of it. "Daddy's Little Girl" it read in black script.

"This is where you sit, right?" She motioned to the chair to the right of the gavel. She ran her hand over the back before pushing the chair out.

"Yeah, that's about right. You want me to fuck you in the chair, doll?"

"Not exactly." She smirked. She kicked off her heels and undid her tight leather leggings, pulling them down her long, lean legs. She placed both hands on the redwood, pushing herself up so her ass rested on the table above Tig's place at the table. "I wanna be able to see the reaper." She looked over to her left, trailing a black fingernail over the bloody scythe carved into the wood. She shot those gorgeous eyes at him, smirking. "And the kutte."

"That so?" He chuckled, pushing himself up, hands still clutching his belt buckle. He had to give it to her, this is probably the hottest thing her had done in months. Clay would have his leather if anyone found out, but who would tell? It was a few hours until dawn. If things went well, no one would catch them. The forbidden element was enough of a turn on to have Tig already close to the edge with out even touching this half naked creature laying herself in front of him. This night was definitely looking up.

"Are you backing out, Sarge?" She hummed the question, unclasping her bra only to lay it over the back of Chibs chair. She kept one arm over her breasts for a few seconds until Tig convinced his feet to move, pushing his chair out of the way so he could stand between her legs.

He took her hand, grazing his rough fingertips over her breast to clutch her hand, guiding it to the growing bulge aching between his legs. He noticed then that her nipples were pierced, making his mouth water. "It look like I'm backing out, baby?"

In response, she squeezed harder, causing him to groan, falling over her on the table. She moaned as her bare back hit the hard wood table. Tig's hands fell beside her head and he kissed her, bruisingly rough. Her hands rose up, tangling in his hair, one wrapped around the collar of his kutte.

He kissed a trail down her jaw, pausing to bite her pulse point. He lapped circles around the tiny stars on her clavicle before his mouth found her budding nipples. He suckled them into his mouth, tugging the studs there with his teeth before continuing down. Once he reached her turquoise colored panties with the skull and crossbones over her mound, he hooked his thumbs under the cotton and lace but she grabbed his wrists, steadying his hands. "You any good with that knife?" She asked playfully, nodding to the large bowie knife strapped to his leg.

"Let's find out." He countered, going straight for it. Once unsheathed, he took little time to slip it between her hip and her panties, cutting each side just over her hipbone. The ruined fabric fell off underneath her and was quickly forgotten. Tig stood up straight, watching her squirm below him.

His hands rested on his belt buckle before he popped the clasp and opened his jeans. He didn't bother pushing them down his hips, he just reached into his boxers to whip out his hard cock. She keened her body towards him, rolling her nipples in her fingers. She was begging for it. Tig gripped the base of his cock firmly in one hand. The other he placed on her groin to hold her down.

Eagerly, he used his thumb to nudge her folds open. He barely skimmed her clit, causing her to hum. Tig used the velvety head of his cock to skim through her slick cunt, up and down, brushing her clit on every pass as he coated himself in her sweet liquid. With no warning, he plunged into her, filling her until his balls slapped against her and she drew her legs up so her feet rested on the table.

"Fuck, Sarge." She groaned. Music to Tig's ears. He took a few moments to revel in the feel of her adjusting around her, her cunt swallowing him. He withdrew slowly, only to dive back in.

His hands closed around her folded thighs and pulled her closer to the edge of the table. Her head lolled to the side, intent on the reaper as Tig found a perfect pace between rhythmic pounding and jack hammering. "Eyes on me, babe." He instructed, gripping her chin to turn her head. His hand lingered on her neck.

His thumb nudged her clit in time with his thrusts as he sped up his thrusts. Vega wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer so her hands could clutch his kutte. Her fingers tangled in the leather and he felt the fluttering begin, her muscles contracting to strangle his cock. "That's it, baby." He growled.

"Sarge..." She purred, her head rolling back and her hips jerking upward. "This is so fucking hot. Jesus. I'm so close."

"Come on, baby. Don't hold back." He urged. "Come on my dick. Daddy's little fucking slut."

Her whole body convulsed as she came, clamping around him like a hot, wet, tight vice. He could feel every nerve ending catch fire as his balls drew up and he shot himself into her. He fell forward, catching his body on his arms beside her shoulders as they both came down from their high. Her thumbs lovingly stroked the soft, buttery leather as she caught her breath.

"Fuck, I think I love you." He chuckled as he withdrew his softening member from her. He tucked himself back into his jeans, not bothering to redo them. "You definitely earned that bed tonight, doll."

Chapel filled up quickly after Clay made the announcement. Tig took his usual seat, scanning over the room to make sure it was perfect like he had left it the night before. He made sure to fix the chairs and move the gavel just so.

Star Girl left early that morning once Clay pounded on the door of Tig's dorm. She didn't protest, just got up, pulled on her jeans, and left.

Clay pounded the gavel and Tig kind of blacked out. All he could think about was how Vega's ass sat where he rested his hands, how her body contorted as he fucked her over Clay's position at the redwood, one of the most sacred symbols of the club. Tig had managed to defile that too.

"Final order of business." Clay said, staring at Tig. "I found these on my seat this morning." He held up a pair of turquoise and black panties, ruined by a knife. Tig struggled to control his thoughts. Simply breathing wrong could give him away. "Now, I don't have to tell you morons that there are no bitches in chapel. I don't know whose these are, but if I find out..." He looked pointedly between Tig and Happy. "I'll have your fucking leather. Church dismissed."

*SOA's Indian Hills, Nevada charter that gets patched over in season one, episode four

*Vega is the brightest star in the constellation Lyra, the fifth brightest star in the night sky