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Clay Morrow - Pussy


A small childish voice called out as little feet pattered through the clubhouse. Clay turned around hearing the call of his princess as she came running his way.

Only to look at her with a frown.

In her arms was a small speckled kitten, no bigger than herself.

“Can I keep it Daddy? Can I pleeeeeease?”

His little girl begged. Tig watched from beside his friend as he looked down at the cat himself, both men wondering where she even found it.

“Sorry princess, but you gotta go put it back.”

He told his girl, who gave him big sad puppy dog eyes.

“Please Daddy? I’ll be good! I’ll take care of it! Please Daddy? Please!”

Clay shook his head, he wasn’t about ready to let a kitten run around in his house – Gemma would lose her shit.

“Let it live outside the clubhouse?”

Tig offered causing Clay to look at his friend. Tig shurgged.

“What? Ain’t like we don’t already have enough pussy around here. What’s one more?”

He asked in a rather serious tone. Clay made a face before he turned back around to look at his little girl.

“Alright princess. But it stays outside! Not in the – clubhouse.”

Clay yelled after his daughter as she screamed joyfully and rushed back outside with it thanking him before he could finish.

My Son (Jax x Reader)

A/N; Just an imagine based around the idea of Abel being taken. THIS IS NOT A HAPPY IMAGINE, it is not fluffy or cute, its sad. Please excuse any mistakes this is new to me and enjoy!

Warnings; Cheating, Swearing, Mentions of Kidnap and Death

This is fucking ridiculous
You fumed to yourself as you drove in to the TM lot. You had barely shut off the engine, but your mind was already trying to articulate all the emotions that you had held in for the past couple of weeks.
He had been going through a lot, Abel had been taken a couple of weeks ago and he was completely broken.
You had tried to comfort him, but he had done nothing but push you away and drink himself to oblivion. As far as you could tell that is, he was never home these days.
You where pissed.

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You Caught My Eye

Imagine being 21 and is moving back to charming after three years at university. You catch the eye of juice which your father Tig doesn’t take it very well

Word Count: 2690

Warnings: kind of smutty:):)

“I’m back!” I shout while walking into the clubhouse duffle bag over my shoulder, backpack on my back as I pull my suitcase along behind me.

“Y/N!” I hear my father before I see him and he’s making his way over to me, arms stretched out with a huge smile on his face to go with it. “How was your drive home baby?” He’s asks letting me out of his tight embrace.

“Fantastic, but I seriously need a whiskey right about now because the last few hours driving that old truck almost killed me” My dad laughs at this before throwing an arm over my shoulder and walking me over to the bar.


Later that day once me and dad had done some catching up, I sat in the office with Gemma after I had been fixing up my old Harley.

“So meet any guys at this University of yours?” Gemma asks as I clean my oil covered hands on an old oil rag.

“I met plenty of guys…” Gemma smirks at me “and some girls” She barks a laugh at this

“You’re your fathers daughter alright” she smiles “Any of these people look like they could be more than just fun?”

“Nothing promising but I’m still on the look out” As I say this I hear the rumble of motorbikes driving into the TM. Opening Gemma’s office door I watch as they all pull in just coming back from a run, dad said something about ‘dealing with Mayan shit’.

“Gemma who is he?” I ask motioning to one of the younger members of the group. He had tanned Puerto Rican skin, muscles practically bursting out of his cut and he was rocking a mohawk, both sides of his head tattooed adding to the ‘big bad biker’ look. And if it weren’t for his big brown puppy dog eyes and that cute smile he would pull it off.

“That’s Juice” she says as I continue to watch the handsome man man interact with his brothers when he suddenly turned towards me his eyes meet mine, he must have felt my stare. “Don’t get involved with him baby”

“Why not?” I question quietly as Juice sends a smile my way practically knocking the breath out of me before Chibs regained his attention.

“Your dad would have a heart attack, a brother bedding his golden girl? I don’t think Juice would be breathing for much longer” I did listen to what Gemma had said but I just didn’t choose to follow her advice. The guy was a god and I’d be damned is I don’t get to know him


Months passed and while nothing romantic wise had happened between me and Juice, the eye contact, shy smiles and blushing cheeks continued. We spoke often and whenever Gemma had a dinner we would sit next to each other. He wold give me a ride home every night and every morning he would pick me up on his way to the clubhouse.

Tonight however was going to be different, tonight there was going to be a party, it will be the first time Juice has seen me in something other than jeans and a crop top. I decide on wearing a tight black leather shirt with a tight black lace belly top with Juices favourite pair of my black heels. The skirt made my butt look awesome and my make-up was all out tonight. When I had perfected my hair into perfect loose brown curls I pulled on my leather jacket and ride my Harley to the clubhouse.

Walking into the party is in full swing, members with croweaters by their sides, old ladies by the bar talking or feeling up their old men and everyone was drinking and getting high. I spotted Juice after greeting my dad and the rest of the guys, he spotted me seconds later. His smile dropped when he saw me. His eyes traveling down my body as I remove my jacket exposing a small portion of my stomach. His big brown eyes never left mine as I walked towards him as I did so I take in his appearance. He wore simple clothes, black jeans, black top, simple but it worked wonders for him.

“What you drinking Juicy Boy?” I ask sitting on the bar stool next to him. He shakes his head coming back to the real world and the smile that I love comes to his lips.

“Just beer, nothing special…you look great by the way” the familiar blush on my cheeks return and he watches with pride in his eyes, happy that he was the one to redden my cheeks.

“Thank you, you don’t look to bad yourself babe” I smirk at his reaction it was always the same when I called him that.

The rest of the night we spent together people coming and going from our little pair but we stayed together the entire night. It was all quick glances when the other wasn’t looking, touching of arms when we laughed, the casual touching of knees when we where only talking, and looking into each other’s eyes and. It realising we where starring. Finally it came to the point in the night where old ladies had went home drunk and stumbling with their men, members had passed out with croweaters some on the pool table, on the couch and even the sticky floors. However me and Juice stayed at the bar making fun of all our friends and the conditions they had gotten their selves in. We where both laughing so hard hat I ended up spilling my drink all over myself.

“Oh shit” I giggled as Juice laughed along with me

“Come on I’ll give you one of my shirts” he offers and I agree still laughing as you followed Juice into the apartments and into his room. You waited as he rummaged through his closet finally getting his hands on a top “here this is the smallest one that I have”

“Thanks Juicy” I smile making my way into the toilet and quickly changing into his white top. Looking at myself in the mirror I noticed that even though it was one of his smaller tops it still went down to my mid thigh. What made it worse was the fact that I had spilled the drink on my skirt which meant I was left in only my underwear and Juices top. Walking out of the toilet I suck in a breath seeing Juice in only his boxers. “Em…Juice thanks for the top I’ll give it back tomorrow” he turns around, having the same reaction to me as I had to him.

“Y-yeah s-sure no problem-m” He stuttered breathless making me smile softly. I move past him to the door whispering him a good night before exiting the room. With a smile still on my lips I move towards my dads room where I planned to sleep tonight. But upon entering seeing my fathers bare ass on top of one of the croweaters. I check all the other rooms and they are either occupied or so discussing that I would not be able to sleep. With no other option I slowly make my way towards a certain Puerto Rican mans room. I knock lightly on the door before entering “hey” I whisper softly

“Hey” he answers back in a sleep voice. the room is pitch black the only light coming for the window across from the bed. “I thought you where going to crash in your dads room?” I close the door quietly before making my way towards the double bed stopping at the edge.

“Dads occupying it with a croweater, i checked all the other rooms and they are all in use…so this is really the only place I can come because I’m in no state to ride home” I sigh trying to look though the darkness to see his face but having no luck.

“Sure you can sleep in here” he answers hesitantly pulling the duvet back allowing me to jump in.

When I pull the blankets back over myself the bed is suddenly a lot smaller than what it looks. Our shoulders are pressed together and he doesn’t dare to move. I sigh, I don’t want it to be uncomfortable between us. I move onto my side so that I’m facing him, now able to make out his face from this close up. He doesn’t look at me so I scoot closer my body as close to his as it could get from the angle. He still doesn’t look at me, I decide on a different tactic. I move my head forward and leave a wet open mouthed kiss on Juices bare shoulder, this gets his attention.

“What’re you doing?” He asks his voice raspy and just above a whisper

“If you want me to stop tell me…other wise shut up…” I continue to kiss my way up his shoulder slowly my body over lapping his, my leg wrapping around his waist.

“Y/N” he warms but his body is telling me something completely different, as I move to his neck, making him moan, his hand automatically moves to grip my ass and their is a very noticeable bulge in his boxers.

“You want it Juan. You know you do babe” I whisper into his ear. He starts to breath faster and all the muscles in his body are tense. I’m kissing his jaw now deciding to play my final card considering that even though one of his hands are placed firmly on my ass, he’s still not encouraging me but also not stopping me. In one swift movement I am straddling him, my hands on his chest and he’s looking up at me with a pleading look.

“Y/N we can’t …"he moans as I start to grind against his hips “your dad…” he’s says but again his body betrays him and his hands come up to my hips guiding me on the pace of my movements “he’s going to kill me”

“Don’t worry baby…I’m a big girl, your a big boy” he laughs when I say this “we can handle my father” I mutter while sliding my hands up his toned chest and leaving them on his broad shoulder digging my nails into his skin slightly as he moves to take off my top.

“Your trouble” Juan says moving to catch my lips again

“I’m a Trager, what’d you expect” I mumble against his lips


I wake up to the sunlight shining though the window and onto my naked skin. Sighing I try to move but I’m restricted but the arm wrapped around my waist and I smile. The events of last night slowly coming back to me. I twist my self round so I am facing Juice and I watch him sleep, he is so peaceful but all I want is for him to wake up so I can see his beautiful eyes. And he does eventually, smiling as soon as he’s sees me, my body pressed against his as I tangle our legs together, rubbing mine up and down his.

“Good morning beautiful” he murmurs in a sleep voice while burying his head into my neck, leaving sloppy kisses there as I sigh contently.

“Good morning Juan” I reply quietly enjoying the movement as I run my hand up onto his head feeling the stubble there and running down the line of hair on the top of his head.

“What time is it?” He’s asks against my skin making me laugh from the vibrations of his voice, he chuckles in response. I lean over to the bed side table making him detach himself from me. I pick up the phone seeing jay it was 11:04

“Just past eleven babe” I sigh, placing my phone back where it was sand falling back into the bed next to the naked god.

“They will be getting up soon” he states as I move closer to him.

“I know” I reply

“When he finds out he will kill me” Juice states again


“Maybe?” He questions. I prop myself up on my elbow and place one of my hands on his chest

“Their is a high chance that he will most probably kill you but” I say holing on of my fingers and pointing to him “their is also a chance that we have enough time to grab the drug money and run to Canada”

“This isn’t a laughing matter Y/N” Juice says but yet again his body betrays him by letting out little giggles from his mouth. It melts my heart

“You have to admit it’s a good plan” I say a huge smile in his face

“Yeah it’s totally-”

“Juicy do you know if Y/N got home okay last night cause-” we freeze and the tension is immediately there surrounding us all and suffocating us as it fills the room in mere seconds. Alexander Trager, Tig, Tiggy, my father stands at the door his face emotionless as he takes in the scene in front of him. His daughter in bed naked with one of his brother who is also naked, you don’t need to be a rocket scientist to work out what went down last night. “Okay well obviously you do know if she got home safe…I’m just going to be outside..” he says nothing more and walks down the hall closing the door behind him even.

“I’ll talk to him” I say quickly standing to my feet and pulling on Juices top from last night then a pair of his boxers before rushing out behind my dad. I jog to catch up to him and as I’m walking though the bar I pass Chibs

“What in the name of Christ did you do ta upset yer da lassie? He’s looks like he’s gonna kill something” he gives me a questioning look.

“Not something someone. I slept with Juice last night” Their is silence and then-

“That’ll do it alright” he laughs then takes a shot “I’ll get Juicy” I nod before making my way out into the front of the building to find dad bent over with his hands on his knees, he looks like he could throw up

“Dad it’s not as bad as it looks” I say moving towards him

“Out of all the people, Juice, you have to pick Juice” dad groans as he’s stands up straight “my brother, one of my brothers? Why? And please do not tell me it was a one time thing because you will not become a croweater or a sweet butt, understand”

“It’s wasn’t just a one night thing dad, I really like Juice and I’ve been getting to know him more and more over the past months. He sweet and he’s kind, he’s got a big heart and he has never said anything mean to me. He is always making me laugh and I want to be with him dad” we stare at each other for a long while, ice blue meeting ice blue as we don’t break the contact “I know it’s too late but I’m asking for you to let me see if this turns into something” we stand in silence one again and I can tell by the look on his face that he’s thinking everything over once, twice, three times before his concentration is broke by Juice and Chibs emerging from the club house. As soon as he sees Juice his mind is make up.

Within seconds Dad strides towards Juice and hads pulled his fist back and made contact with Juices beautiful face. “DAD!” I scold before rushing to Juices side, their is blood coming of his noise and mouth but that’s about as far as the damage goes.


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