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drakoneve · 7 months

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Long Run

request: Just something cute and sweet for tig with a gn reader, please? Anything, bro I'm starved.

pairing: Tig Trager x gn!reader

word count: 600+

warnings: mention of a cartel? typical club shit

a/n: I LOVVVEEEEE this man <333

Three years into your relationship with Tig, you should be more than used to long club runs. And, for the most part, you handled the separation well.

You could keep yourself busy with work, chores, and upkeep at the clubhouse with Gemma and Tara while the boys were gone but this work would only last so long.

Tiggy kept in contact as much as he could on the road with calling in between stops and in the evenings while on your drive home. There was the old "what happens on the road stays on the road" club rule, but since the beginning of your relationship Tig made a promise to be loyal to you and he'd yet to break it.

You'd known his reputation with men and women of loving and leaving them before ever getting involved with him, and so you'd made him promise.

This run is different, however.

The club made a special trip to Santo Padre on a favor to Marcus Alvares to help the local Mayans in town handle some cartel business, and before anyone knew it their one week in Santo Padre had turned into three.

It's why tonight you sat alone in the home you shared with Tig, cuddled up in blankets on his side of the bed watching old Criminal Minds reruns.

Being on his side of the bed, resting your head on the pillow seeming infused with Tig's favorite cologne (the one you'd been getting him since your first anniversary together), brought you the comfort of Tig while he was gone.

After several episodes and half a bag of popcorn later you'd finally begun to dose off when you heard it... the soft rumblings of an approaching motorcycle.

Out of habit you reached for the spare gun in the drawer of Tig's nightstand. Before him you had never shot a gun, but after the incident with Tara and Margaret being kidnapped incited Tig to teach you to defend yourself, which meant being able to use a gun if necessary.

You crept your way into the living room to peek out from behind the window curtains to see exactly who it was pulling up in your driveway.

Even though his helmet covered most of his hair, you could see Tig's small curls poking out the bottom, unruly as ever. He shuts his bike off and begins to remove his helmet and you decide you just can't take it anymore.

You abandon the gun in your hand on one of the couch end tables before heading out the door, barefoot and wearing one of Tig's shirts.

Tig raises his head when he hears the door, confused at first, but his gorgeous smile overtakes him as he realizes it's you coming for him.

You go as fast as your legs will carry you, throwing yourself against Tig's broad chest and wrapping your arms around his torso. His arms follow suit, wrapping around you and pulling you up off the ground for a moment before setting you back down, yet his arms don't release you.

"What are you doin' awake at this hour, baby?" he asks, voice muffled in your hair as he breathes you in. "You've got work tomorrow. Well, today, actually."

"Missed you," you confessed into his chest. Finally you bring yourself to pull away slightly, taking in Tig's face.

The bags under his eyes were slightly more defined than when you last saw him, but his blues sparkled down at you with excitement.

"You've been gone far too long, Tiggy," you scold playfully. "I don't think I'm letting you leave me ever again. I don't like it."

His blue eyes flicker over your face as his hands cup either side. "I don't wanna be away from you either, baby. You're everything."

Tig pulls you into a soft kiss. He never moves his hands from your face as he pulls away just slightly, resting his forehead against your own.

"Let's go inside, doll." Tig peppers kisses across your face. "I'm in desperate need of some lovin' from my baby, okay?"

"Mmm," you hum, unable to stop the smile spreading across your face. "I can't exactly say 'no' to that, can I?"

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marvelous-slut · 5 months

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midnightlitterateur · 22 days

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Forbidden

Pairing - Tig Trager/Reader

Warnings - Underage, recreational drugs, cunnilingus, smut, 18+

Summary - You fidget. Unable to relax. This was new. Very new. Barely even been kissed and here you are being eaten out by the next door neighbour.

A summer afternoon spent with Tig was always something to look forward to. You had made friends talking over the fence and smoking together. Gradually it had moved from talking in the yard to watching movies on his couch and getting high when your Mom was at work. He had never once made you feel unsafe or uncomfortable and for you, the friendly relationship had blossomed into a crush.

This particular afternoon the both of you were watching a horror movie and passing a j between each other. A slasher movie full of blood soaked tits. When the ubiquitous sex scene came on the screen you both went kinda quiet and the air seemed to change. As the scene unfolded before you the air seemed to become charged with anticipation. The naked blonde on the t.v was bouncing on the guy's lap, as the killer advanced from behind axe in hand. You couldn’t help but feel a thrill of excitement and a little tingle between your legs.

“You a virgin?” Tig asked, like it was nothing. He was looking at you intently, waiting for you to answer.

“Um…wow, where did that come from?” you tried to laugh off the question but he of course persisted.

“Yes or no,” he smiled, loving the sight of you squirming beneath his gaze.

You stare at him for a moment wondering if you should just leave… but you don’t want to. No, you want to see where this goes.

“Ok, yeah I am. Why?” He seemed mildly shocked and the awkward silence that was growing between you needed to be filled, “I’m an awkward teenager that smokes weed with the creepy biker guy next door. Is it really a surprise?”

“Woah, woah! Creepy?” He laughed, seeing the funny side immediately, “Wow! and I thought we were friends!

“Well there are people that may consider this grooming. I’m sure we had a talk about shit like this at school. In fact they showed us a picture that looked just like…” you looked at him with mock surprise.

“Yeah, yeah…deflecting with humour, I gotcha. I do it too,” he smiled, that little twinkle in his eyes that drew you in. Like an angler fish. “So you really never been touched?”

You shook your head and took a sip of your soda. “Never been kissed, actually,” you savoured his reaction, “I don’t really attract that kind of attention.”

“Nah,” he smiled and shook his head in disbelief, “how old are you again?” He asked, turning his body towards you.

“Ugh, why? You gonna make fun of me? You had never told anyone what you just told Tig. There was no one to tell really. You relented, realising that you were being silly, “I’m seventeen.” You say finally, waiting for the inevitable questions.

But there were no questions Tig grabbed you by the chin and kissed you full on the lips. Taking your breath away. It was no peck either. His lips overlapped with yours and he gently teased open your mouth with them, slowly introducing his warm tongue to yours. It was a masterclass in how to kiss from an experienced older man. His hand moved to cup the back of your head when he thought that you were ready to deepen the kiss. He tilted his head and opened his mouth, guiding you with his skilled tongue. You hummed and grasped his wrist, meeting his movements. Your heart felt like it would burst out of your chest and your pussy ached painfully. Then just as you found your rhythm he pulled away with a grin.

“There ya go, now you’ve been kissed,” he wiggled his eyebrows and looked extremely pleased with himself. Returning his attention to the movie and drinking his beer.

Your face was flushed as you sat stock still, contemplating what the hell had just happened. Your body's reaction throbbing in your panties. “You kissed me…” you managed to say as you tried to process it.

“Yeah? You said you’d never been kissed. So I fixed it,” he said with a smirk.

“…Why’d you stop?” I asked quietly,

Tig stopped mid drink and gave you an amused side eye. “Ooh she liked it,” he teased.

You rolled your eyes and smiled feeling more than a little embarrassed for asking him that. Of course he stopped, he was just teasing you. Like he always does. You are intelligent enough to realise that you are too young for this - for him and you stand awkwardly.

“Hey, hey…you don’t have to go,”

“I should though, shouldn’t I?”

Tig stood a little too close, it was electrifying. “Yeah I guess…” he answered, though he didn’t sound very convinced. He gazed down upon you with his ridiculously blue eyes and searched your face for permission.

You bit your lip as you gazed back not knowing what to say to make this happen. ‘Make what happen?’ You thought, ‘your way out of your depth here, kid.’

“You want me to kiss you again?” He asked, placing his hand on the back of my neck.

“Yeah,” you breathed, uneasily. You didn’t want him to laugh at you again.

He licked his dry lips and pulled you close with his other hand, kissing you softly. He was so much more careful and considerate this time. He wasn’t trying to claim anything, he just wanted to make you feel good and oh god it did. The butterflies were escaping from your tummy and into your chest making your heart flutter but you lean into it. Kiss him back just how he showed you. You could hear the wet noises your mouths were making, it made you hungry for more and now that you knew what you were doing you chased his heat, matching his passion.

His hands slid down to your ass and pulled your hips against his body. It made your summer dress ride up your thighs, exposing your panties. His hot lips moved away from yours and down to your neck, kissing and gently biting the delicate skin. You let out a little gasp and arched your neck, it felt divine. Sending lightning to your pussy. Tigs fingers gathered up the hem of your cotton dress, sliding his hands beneath the cloth of your underwear and putting his bare hands on your skin. It happened fast and you didn’t quite know how to react to the sexual touching other than to pull away.

“I…” you began breathlessly, missing his arms immediately. Tig was equally breathless and flushed but his features were filled with regret.

“I’m sorry, that was too fast,” he said, passing his hand through his hair.

All at once you seemed to decide a lot of things. Just looking at him was driving you crazy. Like you didn’t know what to do with yourself other than run back into his arms. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him, trying to communicate everything you didn’t know how to say into it.

Your feet left the floor and you instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist. Tig spun you around and took you back to the couch, laying you down and covering you with his body. Feeling his weight between your legs as he kissed you made you ache and squirm around, needing the friction from his jeans more than your next breath. He knew it. Grinding into you and groaning into your mouth. You realise that you can feel his dick beneath the denim and it sends an aching thrill through your body and a feeling of deep trepidation.

Tig picks up on the change in your body language and pulls back, “you ok darlin?”

You decide to just be honest, “I can feel your dick. I don’t think I’m ready.”

“Hot as that is baby…so fuckin’ hot, we don’t have to do that if your not ready, I mean I am, obviously. Honey, I wanna fuck the shit outta you! But there's other stuff we can do…”

“Like what?” You asked innocently, relieved that he wasn’t going to push it.

“Take off your panties for me baby,” he said with a shark-like grin.

“I don’t know…umm…Ok…? “ you stammer as you move to do as you're told. Tig took off his white t - shirt and threw it aside.

“I bet you got a sweet little pussy, baby… lemme see.” He motioned with his head for you to spread your thighs for him as he unbuckled his belt. “Don’t be shy,” he said gently when he saw the indecision in your eyes, “I bet it's real pretty.”

Your eyes widen as you listen to his dirty talk. You had never heard anyone speak like that outside of a movie.

“Relax,” he smiled disarmingly with that little twinkle in his pretty blue eyes, “no penetration, cross my heart.” He crossed his body with his fingers and kissed the tips as he spoke, smiling that damn smile.

You opened your legs tentatively, avoiding his hungry gaze as your cheeks blazed with shame. You hear him click his tongue, chiding you gently for being embarrassed. “Oh honey…,” your eyes met his once again, and you melted beneath his gaze. “Baby, you're beautiful. Your pussy is beautiful.” He unzipped his jeans but didn’t take his dick out. You probably would have died right there if he had.

“This isn’t gonna hurt one bit, baby…just relax for Daddy and I’ll blow your fuckin mind,” he knelt between your legs and parted your trembling knees a little wider. Making your tummy turn over. You pull a couch cushion over your face with a squeal feeling the embarrassment keenly.

You don’t have to wait for him to begin. He parts your folds and dives right in.His soft tongue laps so…so… gently at your clit. Easing your virgin cunt into unbelievable new sensations. You let out a shuddering breath as you become accustomed to the pleasure. Sinful moans escaped your lips between indecisive pleas for mercy. His mouth had you somewhere between heaven and hell. Suspended in a warm aching haze of infinite pleasure.

“Tig…” you sighed his name and finally figured out what to do with your hand. It tangled in his curly black hair, as your hips began to rise and fall unbidden. The other stifled your moans when they grew too loud for comfort. The patio doors were open after all and your mom could be home from work at any moment.

He answered you with a long satisfied hum. Watching you arch your neck when he sucked on your clit. His experienced tongue laving your pussy with fervour. Sliding it up and down, probing the skin that covered your closed entrance before returning to spoil your tingling bud with his skilled muscle.

The pleasure was soon too much to bear. Your tummy was coiled tight as you teetered on the edge of something you had never experienced. It was all too much but you wanted more. As much as he could give you. You tingled unbearably in places that had only just been awakened by his touch.

You panted loudly and your legs trembled. Sweat prickled your skin… then it happened. You fell spectacularly into a mindless aching pool of throbbing delight. A smile, wide and strained, wreathed your face and your eyes rolled to the whites. Tig had to hold down your bucking hips to continue eating you through it.

Tig rose, wiping his dripping chin with the back of his hand. A triumphant smile, equal parts smug and proud on his face. As he looked down at the quivering mess he had made of you.

“Oh my god.” You push the damp hair away from your sticky forehead as you stare vacantly at the ceiling. You felt Tig crawl over you, your hands rising almost instinctively to guide him.

“How’d that feel, Princess?” He asked smugly as he stared down at you with those damn eyes.

“Good…so good,” you say, still breathless from your orgasm. He leaned down and peppered your face with little kisses, making you giggle girlishly.

“You want another one?” He asked, wiggling his eyebrows and biting his lip as he pressed his hips into yours. Letting you feel his cock, big and hard in his unzipped jeans.

But even if you had dared to take him up on his offer your afternoon activities were rudely interrupted by the sound of your Moms truck pulling into the driveway from across the yards.

“Shit!” You pulled down your dress and jumped up, you spun around in a tizzy looking for your underwear. It was nowhere to be seen but you had no time and as you tried to run out through the open glass doors Tig pulled you back and kissed you hard whilst he shoved a couple of grams of weed into your pocket before he let you run home. Watching you climb the shared fence with a faraway smile. Your balled up panties clutched tightly in his hand.

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bullet-prooflove · 9 months

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Weak: Alexander 'Tig' Trager x Reader (feat: Clay Morrow)

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It’s the vote over Cara Cara that makes Clay realise that you’re a threat. It’s the first time in years that Tig has voted in the opposite direction to him, and it makes Clay stand up and take notice.

He knows that Tig has been fucking you, he hasn’t taken much interest in it, he never does when it comes to Tig’s conquests. His Tiggy is a magpie, he sees something shiny, he taps it and then moves on to the next thing. He’s not the type to get pussy whipped, he’s dependable that way. That is, until he isn’t.

Clay starts to look into you after that. He thinks you must be some premium fucking pussy to keep Tig on the hook. However, the more he discovers the more he doesn’t get it, because you are just so normal. You aren’t a porn actress like he originally thought, you don’t have a great ass or huge tits. You aren’t even much to look at.

It’s only when he sees the two of you interacting that something clicks in his brain. When Tig kisses you, it’s soft, his thumb caressing the blush of your cheek, those rings of his contrasting against your skin. There’s a tenderness in it and Clay fucking hates it. His Sergeant at Arms is a rabid dog on a leash, when he lets him off, he expects him to go feral.

Clay decides to fuck it up.

He wants to break the hold you have on his Sergeant in Arms. He wants the other man violent, reckless, untamed. He needs the other man at his worst. The more blood thirsty the better.

He picks a night when he knows Tig’s going to be at the clubhouse and he stages a little private party. He picks a couple girls, ones that are just Tig’s type and he pays them to do whatever the fuck the other man wants. In his heart he knows that Tig’s still the same deprived son of a bitch he’s always been.

When the blonde climbs in his lap, Tig isn’t having any of it. Six months ago, he would have given her the ride of her life, he would have fucked her until she didn’t know which was up, instead he simply leaves.

Clay feels like he doesn’t even know the other man anymore.

It’s clear you’re a bigger influence than Clay realised. Tig’s become a different person since he’s taken up with you and Clay can’t have that. He needs him unhinged; he needs him loyal. He needs to destroy the other man so badly that there’s no coming back from the darkness.

In short, Clay needs to get rid of you and he realises that Amir Ghazeni is the solution to the problem because the disappearance of both his brothers ties directly back to you.

Clay remembers that visit up to Stockton four years ago, the one where Otto had asked him to get rid of a 22. and a shiny new red convertible registered to Omar Ghazeni. Nothing, related to the club, he’d assured him. One of Luann’s girls had had a problem with a Persian and taken care of it herself, Clay didn’t have to worry about the body but the car, it was distinctive. In exchange Otto had done a couple of favours for him, that had added a few more years to his sentence. Luann loved that girl like a daughter, and Otto would do anything for Luann. It’s not a leap to guess that that girl is you.

Clay has no doubt that Tig killed Kia. Jax had tasked him with cutting him loose after all that drama at the torture porn studio and he guessed that Kia must have said something Tig didn’t agree with because the next thing they know, the club are getting questioned about the younger Ghazeni’s fire engine red jacket floating in the docks.

He tries to confirm a couple of details with Otto but the other man is tight lipped. He thinks that maybe Luann wasn’t the only one, who saw you as more than just an employee. He discovers that you’ve been putting money in Otto’s commissary since Luann had been killed, and that you’ve been visiting him in prison as often as you can.

He meets with the remaining Ghazeni in secret. He keeps Tig out of it. After all he doesn’t want Amir coming after the club, just you. The terms are this, Amir can do whatever the fuck he wants with you, Clay doesn’t give a shit about the details, so long as your body ends up on Tig’s doorstep. That’s all he asks.

It goes wrong from the very fucking beginning because Clay doesn’t count on three things, the fact you carry a 9 Mil., that Tig has been teaching you how to shoot and that Jax is with you at the time.

When the Persians try to snatch you up, you’re finishing up a meeting with Nero Padilla about expanding into the escort business. Clay’s made sure that Tig is as far away as possible, he has him up in Bakersfield, checking in with Packer about a nasty spot of business regarding some ex-cult members. What he didn’t factor in was Jax attending the meeting on behalf of the club, because Jax didn’t tell him. He’d kept his cards close to his chest because he didn’t know how viable to deal would be.

It ends up with three dead Persians, one of which Jax recognises from the torture studio leading them straight back to Amir Ghazeni. The whole fucking story plays out around the table that evening, when Tig, for the first time in his life comes clean about the whole fucking thing. He tells his brothers about what happened to you, about Omar’s death when he came for you a second time, about the video and how he lost his fucking shit when Kia rubbed his face in it.

Strip me of my rank, he tells them, take my kutte, but don’t tell me that any one of you wouldn’t have done the same thing if it was someone you loved.

In the end Tig loses his position but keeps the kutte because there isn’t a soul in the room other than Clay that can begrudge his actions. Of course, the story endears you to them even more. Prior to this you were just a business partner and the girl that they knew Tig was fucking.

Now he’s telling everyone you’re his old lady, that he’s killed for you. It makes you part of the family and just like that you have the protection of the club.

It infuriates Clay but he’s sure that none of this shit can lead back to him because they’ve already found Amir Ghazeni on his yacht with a bullet in his head.

Clay doesn’t realise that they’ve taken a vote until two days later. He’s done a lot of dirty shit up until this point, the waters are so muddied that even he can’t tell what’s in the name of the club or for himself.

When he comes to table that night, he sees Jax sitting in his seat at the head of it, the gavel grasped firmly in his hand. He recognises the hardened expressions on each of his brothers faces as they march in, one after the other.

It’s Tig he looks to, the one he’s always been able to turn to in his time of need. There’s murder in those vivid blue eyes of his, he runs his tongue along his bottom lip as if he can already taste Clay’s blood in his mouth because he knows what he’s done, what he tried to do.

It’s Otto that blew him up. Otto that heard about what almost happened to you and put the pieces of his last conversation with Clay together. Otto, who summoned Tig and Jax to Stockton.

They find the recording on Amir’s yacht, the one that the Persian had made of the conversation between the two of them. Bobby thinks he was planning to use it as leverage in case the rest of the MC ever found out it was him that had taken you. The worst part Jax tells him is that he knew what Amir would do to you, that he looked at your history and decided to play it out all over again, that he told Amir to leave your body on another brother’s doorstep.

There isn’t a person in the room who doesn’t understand the implications of that, of what that level of brutalisation would do to another man, to someone that Clay was supposed to care about.

“For what?” Jax asks him. “What the fuck was all of this for?”

Clay turns his head to Tig and meets his gaze. There’s a moment of understanding between the two of them before he says.

“She makes you weak brother.”

“No.” Tig responds, shaking his head. “She makes me human.”

Clay throws back his head and laughs.

“Pussy can’t give you redemption Tiggy, you know that.”

It ends with Clay kneeling over an open grave on the outskirts of Charming, staring into the depths of the soil below him.

“Any last words?” Tig asks him as he jams the barrel into the back of Clay’s skull.

“She’s not right for you Tig, you know it and I know it…”

Tig pulls the trigger, splattering Clay’s brains into the earth before his body tips forward landing in a crumpled heap at the bottom of the hole. He stares down at the man he’s served for the majority of his adult life and wonders when the presidency started to twist him, when the power sunk it’s claws into his skin and shredded his soul.

“He’s wrong you know?” Jax says as Tig passes the gun to him. “She’s good for you.”

“I know.” Tig tells him, his gaze shifting back to the mass of flesh and bones in the depths of that hole. “That’s why he tried to take her away from me.”

“Go home.” Jax tells him, his gloved hand clasping Tig’s shoulder and squeezing tightly. “Tell your girl she can sleep easy tonight.”

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lanadelray-gurl · 2 months

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Just starting re watching sons of anarchy prepare….

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willowsages-blog · 4 months

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The silent treatment: tig trager

You were mad at your husband tig he spent so much time at the clubhouse with the guys and there wasn't much time for just you, missing his touch missing the way he’d talked to you and the way tig touched you always wanting him bad but when he always got late and left early,

However today tig came home early than usual you were reading on the bed, pretending not to notice he was back,

You heard him call out your name but you didn't respond. ‘’Babe? Are you home?’’

Hearing a light knock on the door, ‘’Honey? Oh there you are.’’

He smiled, his bright eyes lighting up. I called out for you didn’t you hear’’?

You didn’t answer, tig came closer and sat on the bed next to you.

I planned something special for us to do, something special to make up for not spending time with you, still not answering you were trying to so hard to resist

‘’Baby..’’ you turn your head away from him trying not to give in on him.

C’mon look at me, i know you want to.’’ shaking your head pouting

I’ll make it up to you, i promise i’ll do anything you’’

You finally turned to him and tig’s smile grew bigger. ‘’There she is,

Thank you so much for reading ❤️

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mysticalmallard · 6 months

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Diner Girl PT 1

🦆: First Post in awhile took a break as I was busy with work but I'm back now with lots of things in my drafts to keep me busy

Pairing: Tig Trager x FemOC (can be read as xreader)

Summary: Tig meets a cute waitress

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Tig sees a diner on the way back from a run for the club and notices a cute little waitress in the window and thought this seems like a great place to stop for some grub. Approaching the counter, Tig flashes the waitress a warm smile. He then orders a coffee and takes a seat, keeping his eyes on the girl as she tends to the few other patrons in the small diner.

As he finishes his coffee, Tig decides to make a move. Rising from his seat, he walks over to the counter where the waitress is wiping down glasses and taking orders from a man in a suit. Tig, leaning on the counter in a laidback manner catches the waitress looking at him out of the corner of her eye and smiles. She returns the smile and continues working. Tig decides to see if he can strike up a conversation.

Looking down at the waitress, Tig speaks in a gentle and friendly tone.

"Hey there, you seem like a sweet girl, what's your name?"

The waitress takes a moment to glance at Tig, seemingly surprised by the question. However, her warmth and sweetness never leave her expression as she answers.

"Oh, I'm Grace.. Nice to meet you...."

"I'm Alex"

Tig smiles warmly, liking the girl's name and her friendly attitude.

"EXCUSE ME DO THEY PAY YOU TO IGNORE CUSTOMERS IN THIS DUMP OR DO YOU JUST HATE YOUR JOB?"

The man in the suit loudly exclaims to the room with a sour expression on his face

Startled by the man's sudden outburst, Tig looks up at him and gives him a stern glare. The waitress quickly turns to face the man in the suit, looking annoyed with his behavior. Tig turns his attention back to the waitress.

"Relax, buddy. This is a small, family-run diner. If you're looking for customer service, try the Olive Garden or something. Now, why don't you go back to your table and let Grace do her job in peace hmm?"

Tig says confidently, shooting a sharp glance at the rude customer.

The man seems surprised by Tig's bold response and grumbles to himself before going back to his table. Grace quickly looks up at Tig, clearly appreciating the sweet way he defended her. She smiles at Tig and nods her thanks. Tig smiles back, then continues to talk with the young waitress.

Tig likes talking with Grace, enjoying how genuine and kind-hearted she is. She's a nice girl, he thinks, and way nicer than any girl he's ever been with before. He can feel a strange connection with her, something that he's never felt before. He's drawn to her in a way that he can't quite explain.

The two chat for a while longer and Tig's charm seems to be working as Grace becomes more and more comfortable with him. As she leans on the counter, Tig puts his hand on her elbow to get her attention. He leans in close and says quietly,

"Can I ask you something?"

Grace looks up at him, and the look in her eyes makes his heart flutter. He thinks she is the most beautiful woman he's ever seen. He nods slowly as he waits for her reply, and Grace smiles sweetly as she whispers,

"Sure, what is it?"

Tig's heart starts pounding as the tension mounts, and he takes a beat before finally asking the question that's been haunting him.

"Would you wanna go out sometime?"

As the words leave his mouth, his stomach clenches with nerves, and his brain feels like it's short-circuiting from the rush of adrenalin. He can't believe he just asked her that, but he felt like he had no choice. As the diner gets quiet and Grace thinks about his question, Tig can hardly breathe.

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twistnet · 11 months

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morning moments [ tig trager ]

⋯ SUMMARY ; waking up to find your husband and child attempting to make breakfast for you — although both seem to be failing (badly) it doesn’t stop the rush of affection you feel seeing the two so focused on making this the best morning ever // @cherieann-2001

⋯ WARNINGS ; gn!reader + general fluff [ soft!tig, sweet family moments, one little joke ]

sun rays peaked just over the horizon, slowly illuminating the bedroom and warming your face in greeting. you stretched, arms and legs fanning out along the bedsheets before retracting at the feeling of coolness seeping in from the other side the mattress.

something that quickly caught your attention as you rolled over in haste, in fact finding the other side of your bed empty with the blankets thrown back haphazardly.

stifling a yawn, you tumble from the bed. now intent on finding your husband at this ungodly hour of the morning. he was supposed to be in bed -- a promise from the night before that nothing was on the club or his own personal agenda to accomplish today.

in your rush, you nearly passed your babies room, wincing slightly to yourself as you hoped your little stamped from the bed wasn’t enough to wake them. and yet, worry sank further into the pit of your stomach after finding your little one absent from their crib.

the worry present in your gut only fueled the question ringing through your mind -- where were your husband and child? frantic footfalls down the hallway, turning towards the stairs and quickly descending as you hoped they were just relaxing in the living room for the better part of the morning.

at the last step, you caught the noise of a pan hitting another -- rising loudly through the kitchen followed by a muffled curse and some joyful giggling. gently peeking around the corner, you caught the sight of your husband -- back turned towards you as your child sat comfortably in the highchair beside him. although far enough away to prevent the curious child from being able to reach anything hazardous.

now stepping a little further into the kitchen, you are now able to get a better look at the scene in front of you. bowls and batter littering the kitchen counters, opened containers and bags of flour huddled together. mixing utensils lay either in the bowls or upon the countertop. all caked with various batters and substances.

“what’s going on in here?” you finally ask after a few moments, your voice scaring your husband -- based solely on the way he seems to jump at the sudden sound of your voice. whirling around with a spatula in hand and a frenzied look in his eyes.

at the sight of his face, you bust out a laugh. hand coming up to cover your mouth as you giggle to yourself -- thus prompting your child to start laughing along side you. although, you are sure they are only mimicking you and not actually sure what is funny.

“what?” tig asks lightly, watching as you step closer to him with a bright smile on your face before reaching up and pressing the pad of your thumb against the swell of his cheek. brushing away the flour and pancake batter caked to his skin.

drawing back, tig’s brow raise in understanding, before a offering you a sweet smile, “is there a chance i can convince you to stay for breakfast?” he asks, gesturing to the pan of freshly made breakfast and sides before eyes trail over to where your child sits happily babbling to themselves.

“there is definitely a chance, wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

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razrbladekiss · 8 months

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Thirty-seven minutes | Tig Trager

A/N: this is just a shitty little angsty one shot, which i put together in like fifteen minutes. it's supposed to be helping me get back into the swing of things with writing, but it isn't! but anyway, here 'ya go!

WORD COUNT: 900 smth

PAIRING: tig trager x fem!reader

WARNINGS: angst, strong language. you're in your cunt era

Thirty-seven minutes ago, malevolence was rippling through your veins, surging through each and every artery like hot, molten lava drifting toward that village at the volcano’s edge.

You were mere seconds from an outburst, almost spattering your last morsel of equanimity when Clay’s pompous snarl reached the drums of your ears and all you saw was red.

Ripping the man limb from fucking limb would’ve been so gratifying, you thought. Causing him that same abundance of grief that he had inflicted upon you, making him hurt, was the one thing you could only wish to happen.

But slivering so deeply into Clay Morrow seemed borderline inconceivable. Because he was formidable, and tough, and you were yet to see him crumble under the wayward burdens bestowed upon him by his club.

Frankly, getting to him was simply impossible. And, if you could strike a chord within that phlegmatic prick, Tig wouldn’t even let you try.

It wasn’t worth it, he guaranteed that seeking revenge for the shit the SAMCRO President did to you—to the man that you love—wasn’t worth thinking about.

Because he might’ve made Tig dive head first into yet another ire-fueled, gun-wielding battle that could’ve ended a hell of a lot more bloody than what it did, but that was a part of this life.

You understood that. You understood what Tig’s life—his line of work—entailed, but it was tough. Coming to terms with it all—every last thing—was painful, and sometimes you wished that Clay didn’t depend on him so much.

But he did. And there was nothing that you could’ve done to change that, or put a stop to it. So you got along with it.

You got along with it until you couldn’t.

Ten minutes ago your face was reddening, rage dripping from every pore as you became privy to the events of the day. Eagerly—desperately—you awaited an explanation.

An explanation that never came.

An explanation that you needed, but one that you never got. And, for that, you were irrationally angry.

“I just hate that he’s got you wrapped around his little finger, Tig! It’s gonna get you seriously hurt one day!” You expressed your repugnance, stamping into the clubhouse.

Tig was hot on your heels.

“I’m sick of finding out through Jax, or Juice, that Clay has put you into yet another situation that you might not find your way out of—“

“Baby—“

“No! Don’t baby me, Alexander.” Pissed, you threw back at him as you stopped dead at the front door. “You’re not getting out of this by sweet-talking, or fucking me, like you always do.”

Being an authoritative figure suited you, he thought. Being put in his place by you was so sexy, he thought.

But you had also yelled at him—“humiliated” him—right in front of his club, and he was irked at your boldness.

The boldness that he lauded, of course, but the boldness that no old lady should’ve conveyed before the Sons Of Anarchy.

Because old ladies were supposed to be submissive. They were supposed to take orders, know their place, and abide by the rules set in place by the club.

That wasn’t your thing, however.

“I—I can’t take this anymore.” Frustrated, you retorted. “This fucking club—“

“Hey!” Tig yelled, pointing at you.

This unbending—frightening—look washed over his face, and for the first time ever, you felt yourself tremble underneath his gaze.

“Don’t talk shit about this fucking club!”

Your heart was pounding.

“I’m serious!” He barked, cornering you.

Tig was intimidating, everybody and their fucking dog knew that. Everybody knew what he did, or what he had the capability of doing.

But you weren’t scared of him.

Not anymore.

You puffed out your chest a little, refusing to be backed up against the wall. You walked a little closer to him. Two noses almost brushed against one another.

“And so am I.” You said, biting back tears. “I am so fucking serious about this—“

“About what?!” Tig was yelling again now.

He was so short tempered. But never with you.

Sucking in a deep breath, you began by saying “about how this club—more like fucking cult—is ruining our relationship that we have been trying so hard to rebuild!”

It was like a weight lifted, but it maimed him.

Because you hadn’t known Tig before the Sons, nor would you ever know that version of him. But he thought that you enjoyed him being part of such a tight brotherhood, a ready made family that supported the pair of you, not just him.

And there were benefits to Samcrow, there always were. But Tara had told you what it was like getting involved with them, and you chose to ignore the warning.

Until now.

“It’s like everything you do revolves around the club.” You say, as if it’s not the most obvious thing in the world. You take a step toward Tig, making him take a step backwards.

Fists clenched.

“We had something good, Tig. We really had a beautiful thing. But the Sons Of Anarchy have brainwashed you into thinking that, if you’re not here twenty four hours a fucking day, that some shit will happen and the club will crumble.”

He rolled his jaw.

“I promise you, nothing bad will happen if you take a day to spend time with your old lady—y’know, the woman you married.”

“You spend too much time with Tara—“

“And that’s such a bad thing?!” You hurled his way. “I spend my days in this shithole! I have no other fucking friends aside from the club and their wives, and it sucks! And now you’re mad at me for spending time with the only female in this gang that I can tolerate?!”

“Not a gang!”

“Oh, fuck off!” You stomp toward the front door, leaving a bitter taste in the mouth of your husband.

Tig couldn’t wrangle his composure. He couldn’t bring himself to go after you as your heels clicked along the uneven concrete, and you mithered to yourself about how worthless he was.

He didn’t care.

He couldn’t find a reason to care.

You disrespected his club, so he threw away the vows that he made to you.

Only temporarily, of course.

Because in thirty-seven minutes, he’ll be at your knees begging for forgiveness.

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bluecruz97 · 28 days

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Sons of Anarchy One Shots Part.2

*In the clubhouse after a week-long run Juice is on the Computer, Jax walks in with tara while Y/N is sitting on Tig's lap on the couch.*

Y/N: So...Shower first?

Tig: Yeah, fuck Later?

T/N: Sure

Tig: Cool

Y/N: Cool

*Y/N and Tig walk to his room to shower and fuck as they discussed.*

*Extra*

Tara: Did they just discuss that in front of us?

*She said towards Jax and Juice.*

Juice: I don't think they notice us anymore.

*He says without looking away from the computer while Jax chuckles at the interaction.*

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drakoneve · 7 months

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How do you think tig would be with a cat person since he's the resident dog lover?

ooo okay okay!!

so the first time Tiggy comes over to your place you'd already pre-warned him that your two fluffy felines, Margie and Skit, would be curious about him. He didn't think anything of it at first because cats are cats.

In all his years Tig had never connected with a single cat the way he had his precious dogs. Cats were too independent for Tig, who needed the emotional connection of a more dependant loyal little friend. But he knew, from the way you spoke of them, the way your face light up as you turned the key and pushed your front door open to be greeted by Margie and Skit, that these cats were something special.

That evening as you made dinner in the kitchen, Tig was determined to befriend your kitties. He first started with the treats you handed him, which warmed Margie and Skit up to the biker.

As you chopped vegetables to fry, you stole glances into the living room. Tig had shed his precious kutte and his boots to sit on the floor. He had one of your feather on a stick toys in one hand playing with Skit, the other hand petting Margie who laid next to his thigh.

Tig looked up just then to catch your eyes. His face broke out into that big goofy smile you loved. "I think they like me, baby," he says triumphantly."

You smile at him, heart swelling with the love you had for this man. "I had faith in you, Tigger."

"Really, I should have known," he shrugs. "Pussies usually like me."

You can't help but laugh and shake your head before turning back to dinner. "Oh my god. How did I not see that coming?"

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marvelous-slut · 1 year

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Trash - Tig Trager x Clays Daughter!Reader

WARNINGS: minors DNI, 18+, female receiving, unprotected sex, implied age gap but doesn’t really mention it, reader is of age & in mid 20’s, I write these on an iPhone btw so honestly if something is spelled wrong or a word seems funny I blame auto correct cause I’m not a big proof reader

I have an idea for a part two already but I need to write this filthy part to the story so enjoy. The song Trash by Korn gave me the idea to write this, but probably would be seen more in part two.

It had been a rough shift at the hospital, you decided to pay a visit to your dad, Clay Morrow at the club house, the plus side was you could drink your frustrations away. Being a nurse and being involved in your fathers corruption & illegal acts was mentally draining at times, today that had hit hard. One of the patients who had come in to the ER had took a toll on you, you knew your father and the MC were behind the mans injuries. Trying to keep your morals to help others and your love to your father and some of the men you had grew up around destroyed you at times, The rain was pouring down, trying to avoid getting soaked while coming in was nearly impossible. It was a quiet night at the club house, a few crow eaters surrounded Happy, Tig, Chibs & Bobby. Juice was already passed out asleep on the couch. You assumed Jax & Opie were at home with their wives. Your father was no where to be found.

“Hey sweetheart, what brings you in so late?” Chibs asked, motioning the crow eater away from him. It was 12 at night, of course you were supposed to be off at 7 but had to fill in for a call in.

“Long day. Dad here?”

“No darling, him and Gemma left about an hour ago.” You let out a deep sigh. Throwing your bag to the empty bar stool.

“Thanks anyways.” You made your way to the bar and got the prospect to get you a drink. Placing your head into your hands, trying to hold back tears. Frustrated and sad we’re the only words you could think of that could describe how you felt. Beginning to get deep into thought, they were interrupted by a chair sliding beside of you. You looked up to see Tig, his blue eyes meeting your tear filled eyes.

“You okay?” He asks, sitting beside of you, taking a sip of his beer.

“Yeah. I’m good.” You cough out, pushing back the tears.

“Those tears in your eyes say different doll. What’s going on? Did someone hurt you?” You chuckle, taking a sip of your drink and placing it down gently.

“Yeah, my dad. This life. What’s new.” You grab a pack of smokes that sat on the bar, lighting it up and taking a deep drag. “Tig, how do you guys do this? I mean how do you guys get to decide who is supposed to die? Why does my dad get to play judge, jury and executioner?” He sighs and places a hand on your shoulder.

“You know there’s reasons for all of this.” He already knew what you were upset about, thinking about today’s attack. “We do what we got to do to protect the club.” You wipe the tears from your face.

“I got to go.” You let out, Tig grabs your hand and pulls you back.

“Just stay, you’re not in a good mind set to be our driving around.” He knew if you left you’d go straight to Clays and give him a piece of your mind. Although Gemma helped raise you, she also would do whatever she could to protect Clay and if that meant throwing a few punches your way she had no issues with that. Your small tears turned into a full on sobbing session. “Come on doll.” He says, dragging you away from the bar to avoid the crow eaters and the rest of the MC staring at you. He takes you to his dorm and shut the door. He knew if Clay knew you were in his dorm, he’d be a dead man. Tig couldn’t help it, a lot of people saw him as an opportunist on women who were broken but he didn’t see you that way. He cared for you, you were part of his life and although he loved Clay and respected him dearly, he loved you more and cared for you more.

“I’m sorry Tig. I didn’t mean to have a melt down. When I decided to be a nurse it was cause of all the bad shit I’ve seen my dad do through these years, not cause I wanted to be in the ER and them bringing in his work. I thought maybe if I helped save people’s lives, it would even out for all the shit he’s done. Instead, it’s like I have a duty to protect him and the MC or save lives. I have to step away from so many cases cause I know it’s him and the MC who have done it. I don’t know if they deserve it and I don’t care, I signed up to save people.” Tig sighs, sitting down beside of you on the bed.

“You’ve got a beautiful soul dear. Too beautiful to be crying and too beautiful to keep getting your heart broken over your dad and our shit.” He places his hand on your thigh.

“I just can’t walk away. I love Clay, I love you guys. It’s just hard to find a balance between both. If there’s even such a thing as balance with this.” You look up, meeting his eyes. He moves the hand that caressed your thigh to your face, wiping a tear away and pushing your hair behind your ear. Before you can think twice, you land your lips onto his. Tig knows it’s wrong and he knows he’d be laying in a unmarked grave if Clay knew anything about this.

But Clay wasn’t here and you were. He loved you, more than Clay, so he kept kissing you. He did more than that, he moved his hands to the bottom of your shirt, tugging at it. Silently begging you to rip it off. You lift your arms and he slides it over your body, tossing it to the side.

“Jesus. You’re beautiful.” You push him back onto the bed, standing up to shred your remaining clothes and he follows your lead. He sits back up and you’re on your knees in-front of him. He pulls you back up, flipping you onto the back of the bed.

“No doll. You’re hurting, you let me take care of you tonight.” His warm lips kiss down your body to your wet core. He pauses, looking up at you.

“Are you sure you wanna do this?” You giggle and he comes undone inside.

“Alex, just make me forget everything, please.” He doesn’t need anymore reassurance, he slides a finger into you, causing you to let out a moan, he takes this as a sign to add another and does so. He adds his tongue, making you let out a noise that could put any porn star to shame.

“Darling, as much as I love hearing you make those noises, you gotta stay quiet.” He goes back to your throbbing cunt, doing his work. He was slightly shocked at himself, it had been a long time since he had went down on a woman. He had gotten used to the crow eaters sucking his dick and expecting nothing in return. He wanted you to feel good, to forget everything that had happened today. By the way you had a death grip on his sheets, forcing back the moans he figured that he was doing a good job. You tug at his hair, begging him to come up to you and he does. He wasn’t used to this either, usually it was just him getting his dick sucked and fucking someone from behind and sending them on their way. It was more intimate with you and he loved it.

“Tig, I need you.” He doesn’t ask questions, he reaches for his bed side table to grab a condom, but you pull him back. “Don’t worry about it.” He’s basically a mess at this point, not what he was used to. He slides into you slowly, making sure you were okay. Your body jolts, it had been awhile since you had a man near you like this, and Tig was bigger than the average man.

“Jesus. You’re so fucking tight. Are you okay?” He asks, he felt like a virgin again. Trying not to come so quick. You just pull him down for a kiss, unable to think or speak at this moment, this lets him know to start moving.

“Oh my god.” You let out softly as your eyes roll back. He starts a steady pace in fucking you. You turn your head, but he turns you back to look at him.

“I wanna see you doll.” He breathes out, his lips attacking your neck, careful not to leave any marks on your delicate skin. Making sure no one has evidence of him fucking you. The feeling of him inside of you is better than anything you’ve felt in your entire life. He is slow and takes his time, making sure you know he is there to pleasure you.

“Alex,” The sound of his real name being purred out by your sweet lips is enough to make him go insane. You can’t even finish your sentence before you begin biting back an orgasm. “Oh my God.” He places a hand over your mouth, softly but enough to make sure you don’t scream out.

“Let it go doll.” The words are enough to send you over the edge, seeing your eyes roll back and force shut are enough to send him there as well.

“Fuck.” He shakily exhales, letting himself spill into you. After this he collapses beside you. He stares at the ceiling for a minute, realizing what he’s done. Silently praying to whoever is up there that this never left his room. Praying that the rest of the MC was too busy with the crow eaters or passed out drunk to know what just happened. You on the other hand had no regrets, had no care in the world of if your dad found out that his daughter was fucking what was supposed to be his right hand man. You sit up, finding your clothes, gathering them in your arms. You wanted to blame the words you let out on the high you just got from sex, but you knew it wasn’t from that.

“I love you Tig.” You turn to go to the bathroom, to hide the redness that flushed your cheeks from that sentence. Once the door is shut, Tig runs a hand through his hair.

“Fuck me.”

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love-fictional-ppl · 1 month

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Tig Trager who is obsessed with his ol’ lady.

Tig Trager who definitely has one or two tattoos dedicated to his ol’ lady.

Tig Trager who will give his ol’ lady head better than anybody else, he’s a pro.

Tig Trager who can only think about his ol’ lady when he’s locked up. Her calls and visits are the only thing keeping him sane.

Tig Trager who will lay his head in his ol’ lady’s lap while she’s reading or watching tv just so she’ll play with his hair.

Tig Trager who steals his ol’ lady’s panties. He keeps them in his pockets so that when he misses you he can sniff them, he’s a weirdo.

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bullet-prooflove · 3 months

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Valentine's Day Bingo: Commitment - Alexander 'Tig' Trager x Reader

Tagging: @mortal--soul @thatonesexycancerian @chaoticqueenie98 @buddinglinguist @fleureeee @spookyboogyuniverse @thanossexual @anime-weeb-4-life @redpoodlern @nu1freakshow @lexondeck @adaydreamaway08 @goblinenby @fanfic-n-tabulous @just-a-girl-who-wrytes @ankhmutes @keyweegirlie @lora21 @trublu2u @thebaileybugle @joyfulfxckery @jp1019 @im-just-a-mississippi-girl @multiflixshelves @luvvstvrkeyy @goosterroose @parkersbunny76 @hatersaremymotivators @@fictional-fantasy @courtney-elizabeth93 @fanfic-n-tabulous

Crazy, Fucked Up Kind of Love - Tig discovers your secret.

Not Leaving: - Tig tells you he's not leaving.

Show You - Tig shows you how beautiful you really are.

Welcome Home (NSFW) - You welcome Tig home in a very special way.

Bonnie - Tig brings home a new addition to the family.

Special Delivery - Tig and you get a special surpise on Christmas Eve.

Hitting the Expensive Jewellery Bingo Square

You’re playing with the baby when Tig gets in that night. Both you and Matty are lying on his playmat, his tiny fist clasped around your finger as he kicks his legs and burbles to you. Tig can’t help but smile at the sight, he never expected to fall in love, have a family but here you are with his son, in the home the two of you share.

When he puts Matty down in his crib that night, he spends a long time standing over his son, watching the raise and fall of his chest. Sometimes he can’t believe that this is real, that he can be this lucky. He knows he doesn’t deserve it, he’s done some terrible shit in his life but when he looks at you and Matty, he counts his blessings because he’s never been as happy as he is with the two of you.

You’re folding laundry in the bedroom when he finds you. You smile as he wraps his arms around your body, drawing you back against his chest. He buries his face into the curve of your neck, his lips trailing lightly over your skin.

“You know I’d be a shitty husband right?” He murmurs into your ear as you reach up behind you, your fingers threading through his unruly dark curls.

“I’d be a shitty wife.” You remind him.

It’s a familiar conversation. The women in his life before, they wanted to settle, get married. Crow eaters aspire to become old ladies and getting pregnant is the ideal way to trap a man. It doesn’t matter with who.

You’ve always been an anomaly in his life, unpredictable and unrelenting. You don’t want a ring on your finger, you don’t agree with what it symbolises, you belong to yourself and yourself only.

For Tig the idea of marriage feels like a stranglehold, he’s been there done that and he hated every single second of it. The love he has for you it goes far beyond anything he’s ever felt for anyone else but a wedding ring isn’t where it leads.

He withdraws the necklace from the pocket of his jeans, his fingers fiddling with the clasp before he drapes it around your neck. Your fingertips skate over the three little circlets entwined together, gold for him, silver for Matty and rose gold for you. He’d had it made especially by a jeweller up in Stockton because whilst neither of you wants a ring, he wants to show his commitment to you, his dedication.

“I love you Suzy.” He whispers as you settle back into his arms, his cheek coming to rest upon the top of your head. “I hope you know just how much.”

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