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One shot
Warning. Smutty AF.

You were a wild ball of excitement and energy and he couldn’t get enough of you. Alexander “Tig” Trager had never met anyone like you in his life. You weren’t like a trashy crow eater only good enough for a one night stand. You were more. He would never get tired of you and your thrill for life. And your thrill for him. After almost a year together, and every day still felt like the first day you’d met.

You giggle as you pull him along with you by his kutte. Your man was tall and sexy and completely insatiable. Which was good because so were you.

“Baby where we going” He whispered to you. You put your finger to your lips. It was a surprise. A club party was underway in the background but you didn’t care. You wanted your man and you wanted him now. He was smiles ear to ear. He knew you were up to no good and he knew he’d love it.

There was renovations and rebuilding going on at T. M. at the moment. A lot of things were In boxes and stored in one of the extra rooms. Completely private. If anyone walked in they wouldn’t see you behind the walls if boxes and junk. You led your old man into the storage room and behind one of the bigger stacks of boxes.

You knew your old man well enough to know that he was already getting hard at the thought of what you were about to do. Your suspicions were correct. As you pushed him back against a the wall you felt his rock hard length through his jeans. You crashed your lips into his. The kiss deepened and he begin to bite and nibble on your bottom lip. You tore open his shirt and ran your hands through his chest hair. His hands were digging into your ass as he pulled you closer and harder to his erection.

You pushed away from him leaving him breathless and slightly confused. You bend down to your knees and look up at him. A moan roars through his chest. You unbuckled his belt and jeans then unzipped his zipper. You rubbed your hands eagerly against him. You licked your lips and looked into his eyes again. The look in his eyes was savage. Animalistic. You sprung him free from his boxers and began to tease him with your lips. You kissed and licked the tip while you pumped him with your hand.

“Do you like this daddy?” You asked him to further tease him. He was completely hungry for you and you for him.

“Mmmhmm” he moaned. “Sooo much baby”

Before he could say anything else you took him into your mouth. He groaned as you got your rhythm going. He had his hands through your hair as you continued your assault on him. His eyes rolled back and his hips began to involuntarily buck up into you. Seeing him so turned on was taking its toll on you. You were soaked and ready for him. Your core ached and throbbed and longed for him. You stopped and stood up crashing your lips once more to his. The absence of your mouth on him made him ache for more.

“Fuck me Trager…” You whispered in his ear. He immediately began taking your clothes off. You aided him to make the process faster. He spun you around with your back against the wall. He began to bite and suck at your neck as he ran his hand through your center.

“Oh baby you’re so wet for me” he said. He bent down and took ahold of one of your breast. He bit down on your nipple as he sucked it into his mouth. His other hand still doing circles around your clit. It was more than you could bare.

“Oh baby please fuck me” you begged.

He obeyed and turned you over to face the wall. You pushed your ass out to meet him. He spanked it as he slid himself into you. He groaned loudly as he began to thrust. He adored the way your ass bounced as he fucked you. He spanked you again sending waves of pleasure through you.

“God baby you’re always so tight. It feels sooo good.” he had one hand gripping your ass with his nails and the other around and to the front part of your neck. His thrust turned harder and faster. The sound of your bodies against each other got louder and the room got hotter. Your moans of pleasure threatened to push him over the edge. He was hitting all the right spots over and over.

“Fuck baby right there!” you hollered. You were building up to your release. “Oh fuck Tig!” You threw your head back and enjoyed the powerful orgasm that was rushing through your body.

“Shit! Baby!” Tig let go of his release and collapsed against you on the wall. You both sat there trying to gain your breath back. “Damn woman. You’re killing me.”

“Would you like me to stop daddy?”


When you both regain your composure you get dressed and head back out to the party. You were going to be the death of Tig Trager. And what a sweet death it would be.

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This Life of Chaos - Part 1


So this is about the 5th time I’ve tried to upload this, cause Virgin Media’s a piece of shit.

This is the first fic I’ve ever posted on my personal (I run an imagines blog too), so let me know what you guys think!

This will DEFINITELY have more parts, I’ve already planned the whole thing out, I will link the other parts on here.

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“Auntie Am!” Abel screamed, running at full speed towards me. I turned my head to give him a grin, opening my arms wide to catch him. When he reached where I stood, I scooped the boy up in my arms and spun us both around, planting a quick kiss on the top of his head as I set his feet back on the ground.

He smiled and then looked past me, searching. A puzzled expression graced my features before I realised who it was he was looking for. His mother hadn’t picked him up from school for a week now and he’d done the same thing every day, looking for her. He knew better than to think she would actually come back, he’d already been through this before.

Yet every single day, there was that blind faith that maybe she’d be here with me, coming to pick him up from school like normal. I sighed, holding my hand out for him to take. He dipped his head to look down at his shoes as he walked by my side.

I had already told him what had happened to his mother, Wendy. Of course, I left out the details. I had told him that she had gone to heaven, to be with the angels. He had replied that she was in heaven with his other mummy. Wendy had already told me that his father and adoptive mother had both died, leaving her with Abel and his little brother, Thomas.

But the weight of the situation, the idea that these children had already seen so much death and chaos in their short lives, it had haunted me. I didn’t know how they would take the news that Wendy had died as well. If anything was going to ruin these kids, it was losing all of their parents.

When we reached Thomas’s classroom, Abel cheered up a little. His brother had that effect on him. The teacher gave me an apologetic smile from across the classroom. I knelt down to Abel’s level, placing my hands gently on his shoulders. “Why don’t you go ask Tommy what he’s been doing today in class?” I said, pointing over to where Thomas was still working on a drawing. Abel nodded before speeding off to see his little brother.

I straightened up as the teacher approached me and I gave her a half-hearted smile. She would have already heard about Wendy, no doubt Thomas would have mentioned it and someone must have informed the school. “How’s he been?” I asked, nodding towards where Thomas sat, still scribbling furiously while his big brother handed him different crayons.

She sighed deeply, pausing for a moment to watch the boys. She probably knew about their parents; the school must have been aware of their history. After a moment, she turned to me, her face a picture of pity. “Honestly? He’s been perfectly fine.” She said, shaking her head slightly. “I think he might still be a bit young to really understand.” She explained.

I nodded. Thomas probably was still too young to grasp the idea of his mother being dead, but Abel definitely understood. “I just wish I could think of something to cheer Abel up.” I told her honestly. I was desperate, the boy was devastated. The teacher’s brows furrowed together, seemingly thinking of something. Her eyes widened as she got an idea.

“What about reaching out to their father’s family?” She suggested. I narrowed my eyes at her, contemplating whether that was a good idea or not. I knew nothing about their father’s family, only that their dad had owned an auto-repair shop in Charming and that he was the president of an outlaw motorcycle club. I also knew he was dead, but I hadn’t ever found out how he’d died. Other than that, Wendy hadn’t told me much about his family. I wasn’t even sure if he had any.

She continued, as if to back up her suggestion. “It might do them good to see a familiar face from when they lived with their dad.” I found myself nodding at her suggestion, while still watching the boys. Abel was helping his brother get his coat on, holding it behind him while Thomas flung his arms around trying to find the sleeves.

It might be a good idea, provided they had any family to visit. “I’ll have a think about it.” I told her, smiling. She stretched a sympathetic smile in response.

“How are you?” She asked. “You know, with all of it?” She said, gesturing to nothing in particular. I nodded my face expressionless.

“I’m ok.” I replied, glancing back over at the boys. “I’ve got to be.” I said, to which she responded with a knowing nod of her head. I had to be strong, I’d promised Wendy. She was my best friend. Of course I was hurting from losing her and furious because it wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair that I had lost my best friend and it certainly wasn’t fair that the boys had lost the only parent they had left.

But I was strong, for them. I had promised Wendy before she died that I would take care of her boys and until my last breath, that’s what I would do. I owed it to her and I owed it to them. All that mattered in my life right now was making sure Abel and Thomas were safe and happy.

Thomas finally had his coat on and he and his brother raced back to the doorway where I stood. Thomas slammed into my shins, wrapping his arms around my legs. I chuckled a little and then reached down to lift him up.

“Auntie Amelia!” He shrieked excitedly. “I made you a picture!” He pointed over to the rack where all the kids’ pictures were drying. I flashed him a grin, before reaching my hand down for Abel to take.

“Wow!” I said, mimicking the excitement in his voice. “I can’t wait to see it!” I told him. I turned away from the classroom door and began to make my way through the school hallway towards the front doors. Thomas chattered away to me and Abel as we walked. I thought about the teacher’s suggestion while walking through the playground towards the car.

The boys continued to chat as I buckled them both in, my mind wandering. It was almost summer, what harm could it do? If we arrived to find out that the boys had no family left, we could always just treat it like a vacation. I just didn’t want anything to upset them and the thought of their father might just do that.

I mulled it over for the rest of the night as I meandered through my new chores. I’d gone from occasionally babysitting the boys to being a mum. It took its toll on me, but it was worth it to know that the boys were alright. After we’d all eaten our dinner, I sent the boys to play for a while in the living room while I washed the dishes.

I thought about Abel’s reaction to his mother not being there to pick him up today as I scrubbed the pasta sauce from a bowl. I had to do something to cheer the boy up, a child his age shouldn’t have been this miserable. I decided. We would go to Charming, see if we could find someone familiar. If not, the boys would have a nice holiday in a quiet little town.

I grabbed a towel to dry my hands, calling to the boys. “Come on, boys!” I said, making my way into the living room. There was a noisy cartoon playing on the T.V and Abel and Thomas were both lying on the couch, watching with heavy lidded eyes.

Chuckling at the scene in front of me, I grabbed the remote control and flicked the T.V off. I stooped down to pick up Thomas, who leaned his head on my shoulder. Abel hopped off the couch, following me through the house towards the boys shared bedroom.

I placed Thomas down in his bed, tucking him in while Abel climbed into his own bed. Thomas fell asleep almost instantly, snoring lightly as soon as his head hit the pillow. I placed a gentle kiss to his forehead and then stood up and moved over to Abel. I tucked him in as well, stroking his hair. “Get some sleep, little man.” I told him softly.

“Goodnight, Auntie Am.” He said, closing his eyes and snuggling down under the blanket. I smiled. Only a child could still be this innocent and pure after all the destruction and tragedy he’d seen. I leaned down to give him a kiss as well.

“Goodnight, baby.” I whispered, flicking off the light as I left the room.









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Lovely name and face! :))) And actually no, Clio has a different preset, you can see it when you look at the eyebrows as their shape can’t be changed once you have chosen a base head. Your preset is 9 (I have the same), Clio’s might be 8, not 100% sure.

Thank you! And you’re right. Apparently spending 35 minutes in the CC isn’t enough to make me remember them ;)


Request from the lovely @crystalbaby12 for a Jax x Reader based on the following prompt:

#78 - “I need you to be my girlfriend for about 5 minutes.”

Sorry I didn’t include both prompts that you originally asked for!!! Hope you still like it x

Originally posted by journeyslegend

A whistle catches your attention, Jax smiling widely at you from across the room. Getting up, you move over to him, eye brows raised in question.

“Last time I checked, I’m not a dog. My name will do if you need my attention.” He continues to grin as you eventually end up smiling, a common reaction when faced with the man you love.

“I always need your attention, darlin.” he flirts, the playful banter a daily occurrence for the two of you. Though you expect it’s harmless on his end, you can’t help but fall deeper and harder for him, him having no idea about your feelings.

“Doesn’t everyone?” you ask sarcastically, moving to stand beside him, the two of you watching as Gemma and some of the others set the table, a family dinner about to take place. You had of course been invited, Gemma loving you like her own, you and Jax being as close as can be since the two of you met each other four years ago.

“You know how you love me?” Your heart stops for a moment, until your mind catches up and realise he’s just talking platonically, your face flushing all the same. “I need you to do me a favour.”

“Is that so? What’s in it for me?” you question, lifting your bottle of beer to your lips, Jax watching you intently. He continues to smile at you, the look of pure adoration as clear as day to outsiders. But not to you.

“Can’t you just help me out of the goodness of your pretty, pretty heart? You wound me.“ He places his hand on his chest, faux offense on his face. Rolling your eyes, you nudge his body with your own, your skin tingling at the connection.

“What do you need?” You wait for him to respond, genuine curiosity on your face. You had no idea what he needed from you, but knowing Jax, it wouldn’t be simple.

“I need you to be my girlfriend for about five minutes.” The alcohol gets stuck in your throat at his request, an unattractive cough breaking out as you try to recompose yourself. Jax chuckles, shaking his head as he watches you with amusement, liking that he can catch you off guard after all this time.

“No way! I refuse to put myself through such torture.” you say, covering up for the fact that you’d actually love to be his girlfriend. Not just for five minutes, though. For a lot longer.

“You haven’t even heard my reasons yet!” he laughs, used to your stubborn behavior. He grabs your hand, his huge one covering your smaller one so perfectly, his skin warm and comforting as he leads you outside the back, the others not noticing as you slip away.

Once you’re outside, Jax pulls a cigarette from his pocket, offering you one in the process, you declining. “Those things’ll kill you, you know.”

“I’ve heard there’s quite a queue, they’ll have to get in line.” Jax jests, his lungs inhaling the nicotine before the smoke escapes from his lips, your fingers tightly gripping your bottle as you remind yourself to breathe.

“So, please entertain me. Why do you need me to fake date you? I’m sure you’re not short on potential candidates.” You hike yourself up onto the brick wall, your boots just about touching the floor.

“Straight to the point, as usual.” He takes a seat next to you, your thigh brushing his in such a delightful way. “My mom has invited some chick round, thinks we’d get on well.”

You feel like you’ve been punched in the gut, the thought of Jax with somebody else so painful even though you should be used to it by now, females seeming to be everywere he goes.

“You never know, you might like her. Your mom has good taste.” you encourage, trying to keep your expression as natural as possible, not wanting to let on how you really feel about this idea.

Jax shrugs, taking his last drag before throwing the stub to the floor, his eyes finding yours, you looking down from the intensity of his gaze. “Of course she has good taste. She’s been trying to hook us up for years.”

You smile into your lap, a red hot blush covering your cheeks as butterflies flutter in your stomach as Jax gauges your reaction.

“Is that so?” you challenge, the tension between the two of you rising as you look up at Jax, determined to hold his gaze as your faces stay only inches apart.

Jax hums in confirmation, his tongue running over his bottom lip. You break away, your eyes moving in front of you. His thigh moves from yours as he pushes himself off the wall, his body coming to stand in front of you as he pulls you up, you letting him.

“This is new.” you say as Jax pulls you closer to him, his hands resting on your back to keep you from moving away, not that you would. Nevertheless, you remain stiff, not wanting to make a move incase it’s too much.

Jax senses this, rolling his eyes dramatically, huffing as he leads your arms, placing them around his neck, his hands going back to where they were before as you’re pressed up against one another.

“Does that bother you?” he mumurs, the distance between you so small that even if he whispered, you’d hear it as clear as day. You shrug your shoulders shyly, your cheeks definitely a bright shade of red. “You’ve gotta get used to this if you wanna be convincing.”

You can’t control your change in moods as you realise Jax is only doing all of this so you’ll help him get rid of some chick, a sigh leaving your lips as you push at his chest, a confused expression on his face as he removes his grip from you, you stepping back to create distance.

“Is that all I’m useful for, hm? Helping you make excuses so your entourage backs off?” Jax goes to defend himself, you stopping him with your hand. “Save it, Jackson. Thanks for making it clear.”

“Making what clear? What are you talking about?” He grabs your wrist as you turn away, you snatching your arm back as if you’ve been burnt by his touch. He looks completely clueless as he studies you, you trying to compose yourself before you start blubbering in front of him.

“I’m talking about us!” you say, gesturing between the two of you. Sighing, you run your hand through your fringe, trying to think before you speak. “I get that I’m not enough for you, that all I’ll ever be is a friend. But really, asking me to be your girlfriend for five minutes before you drop me again? I’ll pass, thanks.”

“I didn’t think you’d mind! You’ve done it for me before-” Jax stops mid sentence, realisation hitting him in the face like a bus. You frown as he begins to smile, his tongue slipping out of his mouth slightly as he nods towards you. “You’re jealous aren’t you?”

You freeze for a moment, shock on your face, before you feign disgust. Scoffing, you cross your arms defensively. “You wish.”

“Don’t try and lie to me, don’t forget I know you better than anyone.” You curse under your breath as you realise you’ve stepped in a big pile of metaphorical dog shit, and you’re unable to see a way out of it. “You like me.”

“Obviously. You’re my best friend.” you say, trying to remain casual. Jax slowly moves closer to you, you moving backwards until you come into contact with the side of the house, the brick firm against your back. Jax continues to move as you stand, trapped, your palms sweaty due to your nerves.

“That’s not what I mean and you know it.” he teases, his hands being placed either side of your head as he boxes you in, his face hovering just above yours. “You like me, like me.

“What are you, twelve?” You keep your eyes focused on his, your anxiety almost getting the better of you. Your stomach flips when you see his gaze flick to your lips, you swallowing nervously.

He moves even closer to you, your eyes fluttering closed as he brushes his nose against yours, his breath fanning onto your lips. “I don’t hear any denial.”

“Just kiss me if you’re going to, you idiot.” You open your eyes quick enough to catch Jax with slight shock on his face, before you close them again at the feel of his lips upon yours. You grip his shirt in your fist as you enjoy the moment you’ve been dreaming about for years.

Jax sucks on your bottom lip teasingly, a moan erupting from inside of you. You’re embarrassed for a moment, that is until Jax moans in response, his hands sliding to your ass as he squeezes, lifting you up and pushing you against the brick.

“Guys-” Chibs’ voice interrupts the two of you, his sentence cut short as he sees how you’re occupied. He smirks, you red faced as Jax remains calm and collected. “Gemma is looking for you. No rush, though, take your time.”

He winks at the two of you before disappearing back inside, Jax still holding you as you wiggle to get down. Chuckling, Jax complies with your request, placing you carefully back on the floor. “Continue this later?”

You hum, slipping your fingers up his shirt, his skin warm as he flexes under your touch. Leaning up, you move to his ear, your hand drifting to the waistband of his boxers.

“We’ll see.” With that, you separate from him quickly, slipping back inside with a parting wink.

A/N - Longer than usual but I hope you guys liked it anyway! Xxx



Originally posted by tatsuo29


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Without Him

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Counting Sheep

God Loves Her

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Whore (smut)

Your Call

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The Wrong Girl

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Why Don’t You Do Right

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Knock Knock

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Shower Time (smut)

Lets Go (smut)

Wicked Games  Wicked Games Part Two  Wicked Games Part Three

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Lockdown Part Two Part Three

The Garage (smut)

The dress (smut)

Piece by Piece


Double Trouble

Someone Nice

What Happens in Vegas

Birthday Boy

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Inside Out

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No Scrubs

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