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²⁶⁵⁾ “bit kinky for a monday morning, don’t you think?” and tiggy bc he’s always kinky 😉
title; Mondays (Tig Trager x fem!reader)
prompts; “bit kinky for a monday morning, don’t you think?” — from three hundred assorted dialogue prompts
warnings; established relationship, they own handcuffs lol, allusions to oral, so minors do not interact!!!, but that’s it i believe? (603 words)
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you’d woken up to the bed cold and empty by your side, a deflated sigh falling from your lips at the realisation.
today was supposed to be just for you and Tig, no interruptions from the club, but of course that didn’t happen.
it never worked like that, and you knew it, but you still wanted some uninterrupted time with him.
with a tired grumble, you curled into Tig’s side of the bed. cold, yet so warm with the memory of him, the way his aftershave lingered on the sheets.
the smell of him easily lulling you back to sleep, acting as a blanket that he often acted as himself.
you were out for who knows how long, but the sun was now shining in through the curtains.
it was nice, a quiet morning like this with the sun casting a golden hue through your room. but there was a noise somewhere else in the house, the distinct sound of boots moving closer, any other time it would’ve struck panic but you knew those steps all too well.
after a minute, Tig opened the bedroom door, a low chuckle falling from his lips at the sight of you curled into his side of the bed.
“mornin’ doll”
you turned to the sound of his voice, humming as he moved towards you and pressed a kiss to the top of your head.
“just grabbin’ something”
he murmured, opening his bedside table and fishing out the pair of handcuffs he kept in there.
the sight made you pause.
it was first thing on a Monday morning, why was he pulling out the handcuffs? especially when he wasn’t staying to use them with you?
“what are you up to?”
the skepticism was obvious in your tone, slowly sitting up in bed as you quirked a brow at him.
“grabbin’ these”
he told while holding up the cuffs, earning a shake of your head in return.
you couldn’t pin why Tig would need to grab them, but it didn’t stop the amusement that laced your tone.
“bit kinky for a Monday morning, don’t you think?”
you asked, brow still raised curiously even with the amusement filling you.
“club business, but you can never be too kinky for a Monday morning—you know that much”
he leaned in to kiss you again, setting the handcuffs down on top of the nightstand as he lost himself in the kiss.
Tig only pulled back as you grabbed a fistful of his hair, forcing him to meet your eyes.
“why do you need to use our handcuffs?”
a smirk broke out on his face, rugged and wanting, even with his current mission to collect the cuffs.
“great question”
he murmured, not attempting to hide his disinterest in answering your question, instead Tig was kissing you again, hungrier this time.
before you knew it, he was on the bed and his hips nestled between your legs, the bulge in his jeans prominent.
his mouth moved down your throat, across your chest and down towards where the subtle ache throbbed between your thighs.
“Tig”
your breathy call of his name had him lifting his head, smirk still on his face under his perfectly trimmed moustache.
“yeah doll?”
he answered without a care for anything else, attention now set firmly on you and your pleasure.
and god did you love him for it.
his willingness to focus solely on you, even if he was meant to be doing something else.
“your thing.. with the handcuffs?”
Tig only chuckled, shaking his head while helping you out of your bottoms and underwear.
“can wait, hungry now darlin’,”
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I have one braincell and I use it to overthink
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Tommy Flanagan as Petrov in 40-Love (2021)
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This man knows exactly what he’s doing posting selfies like this…
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“The best part of life is just being happy and smiling” — Damian Priest
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I may or may not be writing a Chibs story. Here's the description. Let me know what you think.
Ashes & Embers
A Sons of Anarchy Love Story
She came to Charming to disappear.
He never expected to be the one who saw her.
Kassandra Monroe is running from a past soaked in shadows and scars, from a man who won't let her go, and from the version of herself she barely survived. She lands in Charming, hoping for quiet, crashing on a friend’s couch with nothing but a fake name and a frayed duffel bag.
She didn’t plan to cross paths with SAMCRO. She didn’t plan on him.
Filip "Chibs" Telford is a seasoned outlaw with blood on his hands and grief in his bones. At 38, he's seen enough to know love doesn't last, not in his world, not with his sins. But there’s something about the guarded girl with fire in her eyes that pulls him in, even as everything about her screams trouble.
When the club starts questioning her presence and danger from Kass’s past begins creeping into Charming, loyalties are tested, secrets unburied, and the line between protection and possession starts to blur.
She's not looking to be saved.
He's not used to being chosen.
But in the ashes of their pasts, they just might find something worth burning for.
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I was wondering if I could get a chibs fic maybe 😊😊♥️ where him ans reader are really good friends people always think they're dating and they literally do everything together she even sometimes goes on runs... but its when chibs gets blown up and is in the hospital and shes there all the time never leaves and sleeps in bed next to him waitinf for him to wake up and when she meets Fiona she hates her immediately (bc i do😫its a slot of feelings there) and they bicker and argue and glare until he wakes up and Fiona finally says shes his wife and reader pretends not to care and just focus on chibs..... anyway fast forward to thw scene with chibs and Fiona in the bathroom and thwy end up hooking uo and readers been looking all day for him worried and he comes back and tells her everything and when he tells her that part he sees her go through every emotion and she slaps him and instantly feels bad bur feels like shes been cheated on... anyway but it maybe ends smutty 🙈🙈🙈🙈 sorry that was so much😭🤣🤣🤣 but also when they do it Chibs just keeps grunting " i love you." Like it's a fact he does and the reader can't say anything shes just moaning 🥵😫🙈🙈
I LOVE THIS REQUEST OMG. It is a lot of information indeed, sooo I tried my best on writting a fic including it all!
I hope you like it! 🖤😊
WARNING: EXPLICIT SMUT UNDER THE CUT
"WHAT DO YOU WANT TO TALK ABOUT?, LOVE"

Your relationship with Chibs was so close that the kids thought there was something going on between you, except you hadn't put a name to it yet.
After all the deliveries you made, Jax watched surreptitiously as Chibs came to visit you at your house to tell you how it went, a smirk on his lips, while Tig whispered to the president that he had a crush on you, but he didn't know how to tell you.
Everything was going well until one of the transactions went wrong, and the Scotsman came away badly injured.
When you got the call from Tig telling you your best friend was in the hospital, you thought you were about to die.
It wasn't possible someone with Chibs's strength could be taken down so easily.
But in that world, it didn't matter who or what you were; bullets affected everyone equally.
You rushed into St. Thomas's.
The kids were already there, and as soon as they saw you, they rushed over to greet you and tried to get you to calm down.
"Where is he?" "You asked nervously, looking from Tig to Rat, then back at the President. "Jax… Him?"
"He's alive," he replied, calming you down a little. "He's resting," he murmured, nodding toward the door at the end of the hallway. "He'll be really happy to see you, but I don't think now's the time."
"Why?" you asked, your eyes wide open. "Is there someone with him?"
"It's hard to explain, doll" Tig intervened. "You'd better stay here for a while, trying to relax"
"Don't tell me to relax, Trager, because that'll only make me more nervous," you said, causing him to nod, understanding what you were saying. "I'm going to see him, and I don't care who's there"
You headed down the hallway toward the room where the Scotsman was, walking at a brisk pace.
Tig tried to follow you, but Jax placed his hand on his chest to stop him.
"No, bro" he whispered. "She has to do this alone"
Tig nodded, realizing he was right.
So the kids stood in the middle of the hallway, watching you disappear around the corner, where the bedroom was.
You took a few deep breaths before gripping the door handle in your hands and turning it to open it.
As soon as you were inside, you saw a woman standing next to her bed.
She had long, curly hair and a sour face.
The expression on her face didn't improve as she looked you up and down, as if she was evaluating whether or not to let you in there.
Too bad, because you didn't need anyone's permission, much less hers, to be there.
You were going to stay no matter what, and if she wanted you to leave, she'd have to kick you out of the room herself.
You observed each other for a few moments in silence, until, fed up with her scrutiny, you broke it with a question.
"Who are you?"
"I'm Fiona, his wife," she said, frowning as she crossed her arms over her chest. "And you are…?"
"His best friend, y/n," you introduced yourself, using the same tone she had used. "What are you doing here?"
"Taking care of my husband," she muttered, as if offended by your question. "I couldn't possibly say what YOU are doing here"
"I have the right to be here as much as you do," you defended yourself. "In all these months of friendship, he has never mentioned you," you blurted out. "That must be for a reason, don't you think?"
"Stupid bitch," she growled. "If you think that wearing leather outfits and looking like a cheap whore is going to get you anywhere, you're sorely mistaken"
You clenched your fists at your sides, containing the rage that was starting to build up in you.
You had an overwhelming urge to kick that moron's face in, but you knew you shouldn't make a scene, especially not here.
So you did what you knew would piss her off.
You spoke to her calmly, as if everything she said didn't matter to you in the slightest.
"Be careful what you say, or I'll be forced to ask the hospital staff to throw you out of here"
"You can't do that," she whispered. You raised an eyebrow defiantly
"Do you want to check it out?" "You asked, nodding where the Scotch was lying. "The fact that he hasn't mentioned you says a lot about your relationship," you blurted out. "Look, where you two are is none of my business, what is," you murmured. "He's my friend and I care about him, and you're not the one to tell me whether I can or can't worry, because no matter what you tell me, I'll do it anyway. Do you understand?" Fiona nodded slowly. "Why don't you go get some coffee? I heard the one from the machine next to the X-ray room is really good"
With a grimace of anger, the girl silently got up and without saying a word, she got up and left the room, which left you free to be with Chibs.
You slowly watched as he opened his eyes, and the first person he saw when he woke up was you.
A weak smile formed on his lips when he saw you. You held his hand gently in yours.
"Hello," you murmured when you saw that he started to look around. "You're in the hospital," you explained. "Relax, everything's going to be okay."
"What happened?" he asked, wincing as he sat up in bed.
"You were shot," you explained. "Tara says the bullet almost pierced your spine," you murmured. "You're lucky, two centimeters higher and you'd be dead."
"Lucky," he repeated, laughing. "Fuck, it hurts so much," he complained, and you couldn't help but laugh.
"I can imagine," you murmured, helping him lean his back against the pillows. "You'll be okay. I'll come check on you every day."
"Thanks for doing this, Y/N. You don't have to…"
"You would do the same for me," you whispered.
And the look he gave you next told you he would do it without needing to say a word.
Days and weeks passed, and just as you'd told him, you'd sit on the couch in front of his bed and talk to him about your day and how the boys were doing until one of you fell asleep.
There were many times when you fell asleep first, and Chibs would have to call a nurse to cover you with a blanket to keep you from getting cold at night.
Time passed so quickly that before you knew it, the Scotsman was walking again, as if nothing had happened.
The club took care of paying for his hospital stay and the rest of his expenses.
Meanwhile, you had no idea where Chibs was.
You thought maybe he needed a little time to process everything and would be talking to Unser, with whom he had a good relationship, so you weren't worried about that.
Back at the TM, Jax gave you a comforting hug while whispering in your ear how proud he was of you.
"You've behaved like a true Old Lady" he smiled, placing a loving kiss on your cheek. "No one had ever taken such good care of Chibs since he was very little, not even us"
"You have to talk to him, sweetheart" Tig murmured, watching you closely with his intense blue eyes. You nodded.
"That's just what I was going to do," you smiled nervously. "Thanks, guys"
"Don't thank us, honey," the president smiled as he lit a cigarette. "You're part of the family, and we take care of our own"
You nodded before walking down the hallway to the bedrooms before stopping at Chibs's.
Just as you were about to knock on the door, he yanked it open.
You stared at each other intensely for a few seconds before he spoke first.
"I was just going to come find you," he whispered. "I need to talk to you"
"I was going to…" you shook your head. "I need to talk to you too"
He nodded and stepped aside so you could enter.
"Come in," he said before closing the door behind you. "Sorry for the mess, I'm still settling in," he murmured as he stood by the door. "What do you want to talk about?"
You took a few deep breaths before starting.
"When you were in the hospital, there was a woman in your room," you blurted out, getting straight to the point. "Is she really your Old Lady?"
"It's complicated," he replied, avoiding your gaze. "Fiona and I… our relationship isn't what it used to be…"
"But you fucked her."
"What?" I don't…
"Don't lie to me, Telford. I can see it in your eyes," you whispered, feeling your eyes watering. "How could you? I thought we…" You shook your head. "Forget it, it doesn't matter."
Chibs held your chin between his index finger and thumb, looking directly into your eyes, where he could see all the feelings you were experiencing at that moment, the same ones you saw reflected in his own.
"Let me explain, darling. I…"
You didn't give him time to continue. Your body acted on its own, causing you to slam your hand against Chibs's cheek. He didn't flinch from the blow. In fact, he knew he probably deserved it. "Fucking sorry, I didn't mean to…" you murmured. He shook his head. "It's okay, I'm sure it wasn't deliberate." He gave a half-smile. "I'm so sorry for whatever you might have thought about Fiona and me, but I promise there's nothing between us anymore, and…"
You didn't give him a chance to continue, as you had leaned in to kiss him.
His lips covered yours with desperation and affection at the same time, as if he wanted to show you that his relationship with Fiona was in the past, and that at that moment, in the present, the only person he wanted to be in a relationship with was you.
You soon removed each other's clothes.
Chibs tortured you, tasting, sucking, and licking all the spots on your body that after a while he discovered were his favorites.
"You're beautiful, love" he murmured as he began to move gently inside you. "I love you" he growled, placing his hands on your hips as you moved in time with his. "I fucking love you" he said in a sound halfway between a gasp and a growl
"I love you too, Scotsman," you replied making him laugh
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