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[marleyelona]

LADY OF THE REAPER

ONE

[ The Devil Wears Stilettos! ]

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THE CLICKING OF SIX INCH STILETTO HEELS AGAINST THE HARDWOOD FLOORS echoed through the clubhouse as all eyes landed on the dark haired beauty, who had entered the musky establishment. The scent of sweat, tobacco, stale beer and the pungent smell of pussy filled her senses, making her scrunch up her nose in disgust. 

Everything went still as she approached. The murmured voices came to a halt, the background music became static, while the men's jaws dropped and eyes bulged out of their heads. The croweaters' eyes instinctively narrowed and some even went as far as muttered some snarky remark under their breath. The woman seemed to hear them as a sly smirk tugged at the corner of her mouth.

She exuded perfection and class, wearing confidence like a charmed bracelet. Her short brown curls flowed perfectly over her shoulders. Her olive skin glistened under the dim lights over the bar. But the thing that usually drew people in was her big, brown eyes and button nose, which she enhanced with her skilful hands and a make-up brush—going for the more natural look. 

"Who's that?" Tara whispered to Gemma, who sat beside her, while she held Thomas against her chest. 

Gemma let out a slight scoff as she barely glanced over at the woman, before turning back round in her chair, bringing her coffee mug up to her lips and taking a sip as the warmth flowed through her, "That...that's who we call Satan's first lady. She's trouble wrapped in a pretty package. If I were you I stay clear of that one." 

As the brunette past the matriarch, she ever-so-slightly nodded her head to the older woman, who acknowledged her with a sarcastic smile, which only made her grin properly form on her Iips as she made her way through the crowd, who have now went back to what they were doing, but some eyes still lingered on the woman's perfectly curved frame, until she reached Happy Lowman. 

"Where is he?" she demanded, her tone carrying sharp authority. Her hand rested on her hip as she held her head high, not showing one ounce of fear as she faced the Tacoma killer. 

Happy simply stared up at her, seemingly unbothered as he moved the tooth pick around in his mouth, giving her a simple shrug and grunt. 

The woman's features hardened, "Look, I don't care if he is deep in some whore's pussy right now, I need to see him." 

A sigh left Happy's lips as he noticed the slight glint of a tear forming. Standing up, her waved off the prospects' protests, "Don't look at my cards," he rasped, sending them all a threatening look that was enough to send chills down their spines, before dumping his cards down on the table, and making his way around the coffee table over to the woman. Placing a hand on her lower back, he led her over to the hall, leading up to the dorms. 

She didn't mind the placement of his hand, it felt friendly, familiar, not at all sleazy. Because back in the day, they used to be pretty close friends—but that was a long time ago. 

So, she allowed him to lead her all the way to the end of the hall to Tig's dorm room, "It's good to see you, sweetheart," Happy murmured, pressing his lips against her forehead, before gently rubbing her shoulder as he walked away, leaving her standing there, staring at the closed door. Her eyes scanned over the small cracks in the worn wood, trying to focus on anything but the unmistakable sounds of a girl moaning, as well as the creaking of the old mattress that probably hadn't been changed in decades and the familiar pleasurable grunt of her husband filling her ears.

Squeezing her eyes shut, she took a deep breath, composing herself, before she reached for the handle, her fingers wrapping over the oval shape, twisting the knob and pushing it open only to be met with a scene, that even though she was expecting it, made her blood boil. 

Tig lay back against the headboard, his hands gripping the hips of a young blonde woman, and from the absence of stretch marks and wrinkles on her bare back, she had to be in her early twenties at most. The girl, who was young enough to be his daughter, was straddling his waist as she rode him like she was competing in a rodeo. Her hair flying around in a tangled mess, her nails digging into his chest as her head snapped back, and a loud moan slipped from her lips and bounced off the four walls of the dorm room. 

Announcing her arrival, she slammed the door behind her. Tig's eyes met her stern gaze as she crossed her arms over her chest. 

"Annalise?" he breathed out, his breath hitching in his throat at the sight of the most beautiful woman in the world—at least in his world anyway. 

Tig immediately shoved the girl off him, causing her to fall to floor in a thud. His eyes widened, his head snapping to the side as he peeped over the edge of the bed to check on her, "Sorry, baby," he whispered, before his gaze landed back on his wife, who had barely moved a muscle, her stern gaze refused to falter. 

"You know, knocking is a thing, right?" The blonde groaned, pushing herself to her feet, placing her hands on her hips, not giving a damn that her chest was on full display. But Elise paid her no mind. "Who the fuck is this?" she snarled, her gaze turning to Tig when she received no acknowledgement from the older woman, who looked extremely good for her age. 

Tig sighed, casually reclining back against the headboard, "She's my wife," he announced, his eyes never leaving Elise's beautiful brown orbs that held a fire that could even tame him. 

"Ex-wife," she corrected, a smug smirk tugging at the corners of her lips. 

Tig matched her grin, chuckling to himself as he shook his head in amusement, "Ah, technically we're not divorced, beautiful." 

Elise's eyes narrowed at the smug bastard that she was still legally married to, "Because someone won't sign the bloody divorce papers!" she snapped, her composure finally cracking, she hated that—how much he got under her skin. But what she hated more was that he knew, and he loved it. 

Finally, Elise's attention went to the crow eater awkwardly still standing in the room, "Leave," she ordered, motioning with her head to the door. 

The young twenty year old with the flawless body that would make any woman jealous, didn't argue with the woman that held the threatening aura of authority, quickly throwing her clothes on and exiting the room so quickly she almost tripped over her own feet. 

"So, where'd you find her?" Elise asked, gracefully sitting down on the edge of the bed, delicately flattening down the cotton sheets, scrunching up her nose as she pulled a black g-string out from under her thigh with two fingers, tossing it aside like it held some sort of disease. 

This amused Tig, a chuckle rumbling through his chest, "Club hang around." 

"Ah..." Elise nodded in understanding. 

Tig shuffled down the bed, wrapping his arms around her waist and resting his chin on her shoulder, immediately her familiar scent filled his nostrils as he closed his eyes taking in the feeling of having her in his arms again, "Don't judge, baby," he whispered, his lips brushing against her ear, while his warm breath hit the sensitive spot on her neck, sending a shiver down her spine. "Remember how we met?" 

Elise's eyes closed as she instinctively leaned back against him, allowing the familiar warmth engulf her, "In my defence, I only ever wanted you," she said, turning her head slightly, and their eyes locked and the familiar electrical pull they always felt toward each other was still there—and Elise hated that. 

Tig reached up to caress her cheek as he admired her soft features, "You look good, baby." 

And she did. She wore a tight fitted, red dress that reached her ankles with a long slit up one side that finished just below the outline of her lace panties. And of course, she was sporting her classic stiletto heels to match. 

The spell was broken in an instant, "Don't call me that," she hissed, pushing his hand away from her face as she went to stand. 

But before she could, Tig grabbed her wrist and pulled her back, pushing her down on the mattress and pinning her there with his hand wrapped around her neck, a certain body part pressing into her inner thigh, "Then what do you want me to call you? Huh?" 

Elise swallowed the large lump that formed his her throat at the close proximity of their bodies. Their lips were inches apart, and his warm breath against hers set her skin on fire. 

Tig knew what he was doing, a smug smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, while his hand wandered up the slit of her dress, making her shiver, "When's the last time a man touched you the way you like to he touched?" 

"A-awhile..." she croaked, her voice getting caught in her throat as her breathing picked up as Tig's free hand moved her panties aside, giving him access to her heat, his fingers agonisingly slowly brushed against her clit. 

Suddenly, Tig's eyes darkened as his hand that was wrapped around her neck travelled down to her chin, his fingers wrapped around it and he roughly pulled her into a hungry kiss. 

The kiss was aggressive, his tongue immediately meeting hers as their lips moulded together like two warriors looking for a fight. His teeth pierced her cherry lips, drawing blood as he devoured the taste of her, all the while, his fingers were relentlessly working their magic on her core, eliciting deep, animal like moans from the woman struggling to keep herself composed. 

But as Tig's fingers slid into her tight folds, her eyes shot open and she shoved him so hard off her he stumbled back into a nearby wall, "Jesus Christ," she hissed, wiping her mouth with her hand, trying to remove some of the smudged lipstick, but only managing to smear it across her rosy cheeks. "I'm not here for that." 

Tig glared at her as he pushed himself to his feet, throwing on his discarded shirt, his kutte sitting draped of a chair behind Elise, "Then why'd you come, huh?" he asked, his tone sharpened with frustration—he needed some form release.

It wasn't unusual for the couple to play a twisted game like this. To keep things interesting in their marriage they had come up with a game where Tig would bring a good looking girl back to his dorm, usually one of the newest crow eaters, or some dumb bimbo from the club and as things got heated, Elise would storm in, catching her husband in the act and throw the unexpecting target out on her ass. Filled with adrenaline and a lustful need for one another, the couple would proceed to fuck each other's brains out, not giving a damn who might hear. But that was all over now. 

"I'm not signing no fucking papers," Tig sneered, pulling on his pants and doing up his belt. "You're my wife!" 

Elise sighed, "It's Gracie..." she started to say, her voice strained with emotion as she lowered her head. 

Tig noticing this, approached, cupping her chin and gently lifting her head, his eyes bore into hers. A sigh left his lips as he noticed the tears that welled like a pool inside her orbits, "Baby, what's wrong?" His features and tone softened instantly. "What's happened? Please, tell me." 

Elise Trager never cried, well, at least not in front of people. She wasn't one to show emotion around others, not wanting them to see her as weak. So, as her husband, Tig knew something must be seriously wrong for her to look this broken. 

Elise couldn't answer his question as a sob escaped her lips and her head dropped onto his shoulder. Tig didn't wait a second, his arms wrapping around her shaking form. She clung to him like he was her lifeline, her cries filling the room, making Tig's heart ache as he held her close, her face buried in the crook of his neck, her tears soaking the collar of his dark blue button-up. 

"It's gonna be okay, baby," Tig cooed, running his fingers through her hair soothingly. "I'm right here." 

Tig's mind raced with all the awful possibilities that could of caused such a heartbreaking sight, but he wasn't going to question his wife in this state. He just needed to comfort her—be there for her. And when she was ready, she would tell him. Tig just had this feeling that whatever it was...it was bad, and nothing was ever going to be the same again. 

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[thesagittarianmind]

[makotafi]

Sooo in muriels route themc learns how to make magic arrows soo I tried to draw what I think that would look like with my mc

Tho I don't like it much hihi soo yall only only get a sketch mwehe

My commissions!!

[ask-mikitama-suzuki]

Okay, this is getting out of hand. -Eunomia

what can I say? you wanted ði- oh, hey! -Iris

Oh. It's you. Hey, I guess. -Eunomia

*She smiles excitedly and runs to hug both of themc giggling excitedly* “Hello!!”

[footytea]

okay so i’m the anon who got accepted on raya, vini and hakimi are messaging me. i wonder if i sent it to you will i get sued by themc etc??😭 i rlly wanna show you guys how easy these guys are😂

whatever you do, don't screenshot directly, just take a pic or video with another phone

and you won't get sued lmao, but if you take a screenshot/screenrecording directly you might get banned, also even if you take a pic/video with another phone and post it publicly, if it gets spread around and they find out you could get banned as well

you can send it to me if you want, i won't share it, raya anon and any other anon who has sent screenshots and didn't want me to share can vouch

[venusmintog]

the month after pride month is the true pride month for queer people. cant wait until pride month is over, cant wait for these post gay month deals on stuff like lgbt cutlery and non stick pan deals and stuff 😋😋😋 might even be able to cop fresh themce of bel aire on blue ray

[lilmothgf]

Uploading my beloved Lilith, above artwork credit to @macabrevampire (gogo commission him!! hes does themc heap for the amount of work he puts into them!!)

below is the reference i've drawn for her!

CW: self harm scars, nudity

[serenitywinter-twe-if]

Now THIS- THIS is the definition of an interactive fiction story!! The music, sounds and background ambiance is absolutely delicious. I like this a lot. It's a little frustrating when you can't figure out the answers; but hey, the whole point is for us to use our brains. Teaches us to focus on what we're reading and makes us HAVE to comprehend it as well. But you also give us a helping hand if needed, with the hints. Which is a huge plus for people like me who could read and reread something and still, somehow, can't come up with any answers Lol. 💕

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Just for reference, Here's a few highlighted mistakes to fix and or look out for in future updates:

(when going to Elias pov) He has a dutty to accomplish tonight. He will see the end of it, preferrably quickly. And then, he will fortunately go to sleep again. Preferrably quickly. Even more so, for a long time.

2. (after choosing to kick the monster) As you're kincking it. With everything you have. Marking the creature with the imprinf of your sneakers

3. Honnestly, given the answer he has given you this morning, you doubt the man will be of anymore help to you. 

4. poeple (a few times; should be people)

5. But yo feel like the less you know about those person, the better. What if you know their name and them bam, you know too much already. Same thing if you were to tell themc your name.

6. You flinch. Because you haven't told those(these) people your name.

Honestly, it's up to you, idk what you use to write in, but WordDoc or Grammarly are a huge help, when it comes to checking over peoples work. I'd say run your stuff through one of those(if you don't already) before every update. So far it's mostly just the spelling mistakes that are most prominent. Outside of that the writing is really good.

Ah ! Thank you so much Anon ! ✨

It's so heartwarming an rewarding when all the work I've put through is felt and makes the reading experience all the better !

Haha, I like to put a little frustration with the keywords, but I'm sure that if I was a reader, I would be stuck as well 😂 That's why the idea of the hint page came to me and I thought, "This would be a good idea" 🤔

Thank you for the correction ! I have corrected all the problematic parts (and noted Grammarly) to avoid further mistakes. I was writing like my life depended on it and it was cringe to see so many mistakes 🤭

Thank you for you feedback and take care ! 🤗

[marleyelona]

WELCOME TO...

[ LADY OF THE REAPER ]

A Tig Trager Fanfiction 

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'TIG & ELISE'

Synopsis

TIG TRAGER's life is turned upside down when his estranged wife shows up at the clubhouse one day, informing him his daughter is in hospital after she attempted to take her own life.

Shattered and heart broken, Tig immediately rushes to the hospital to be by his daughter's side, only to realise he hasn't been the best dad in the world.

With a new perspective and appreciation for his family, Tig wants nothing more than to rebuild what they all lost, while Annalise "Elise" Trager, who has built a life away from him and his club as a successful business woman in both the porn and escort industries, wants nothing more than for him to finally sign the divorce papers, so they can both move on with their lives.

LADY OF THE REAPER is a story about the woman who was crazy enough to fall for Tig Trager.

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'TIG & GRACIE'

" I was young—a sixteen year old high school drop out with a rebellious streak. And he was the older guy with a motorcycle—dangerous and mysterious—he made my heart race—adrenaline pump. Your grandpa didn't approve, which only made me want him more. And then, you were born...and reality set in. You can probably guess what happened next... "

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LADY OF THE REAPER | (meet the cast)

ANNALISE "ELISE" TRAGER 

(NATHALIE KELLEY)

42/Co-Founder & Owner of CaraCara Studios/Former Nude Model/Porn Director/A Madam/Successful Business Woman/5'7

CHARISE "GRACIE" TRAGER

(KATHERINE LANGFORD)

26/Troubled mind/Struggling Artist/Bartender/Single Mum of Twins/5'5

ALEXANDER "TIG" TRAGER 

(KIM COATES)

45/SAMCRO Member/Stg. At Arms/Distant Father/6'2

VENUS VAN DAM

(WALTON GOGGINS)

40/Trans/Prostitute/5'10

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ALSO STARRING...

THE CARACARA GIRLS

(LYLA & IMA)

THE SAMCRO BOYS 

(HAPPY & JUICE)

THE TWINS

(ELLA & ETHAN)

the rest of the Sons of Anarchy cast as their own respective characters

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DISCLAIMER: I do not own Sons of Anarchy. All rights go to Kurt Sutter, FX and any others that made this amazing show possible. I do, however, own my characters, Elise, Gracie, Ethan and Ella Trager, and any other OCs I might add in the future, along with their backstories and their storylines within the show.

GRAPHICS: I MAKE the majority of the gifs that are used throughout this book, including the ones on this page. On occasion I will use gifs I find on google. Any gifs I haven't made, all rights should go those whom created them. I also DO the aesthetics, covers, tags and trailers that are made. 

CHANGES TO PLOT: Tig was never married to Colleen, therefore Dawn and Fawn do not exist in this story. 

⚠️TRIGGER WARNING⚠️: violence, coarse language, mental health issues, self-harm, suicide attempts/thoughts or tendencies, mentions of underage pregnancies, inappropriate relationships, toxic relationships, strong alcohol and drug use, criminal activity, guns, death or talks of death, mentions of sex work, LGBTQ, inappropriate racial slurs (things said in the show) and detailed sex scenes will appear in this book. 

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STARTED : March 17, 2025

ORINIGALLY PUBLISHED ON WATTPAD : March 17, 2025

PUBLISHED ON HERE : March 18, 2025

FINISHED : ongoing 

[shaqthemc]

Get high with me The Music Connoisseur navigating these grateful skies, crossing the globe from Hip-hop through Dancehall, Reggae, Afrobeats, Amapiano, Neo-Soul and Hip-Hop/ Soul.

[malleusmaleficent]

musk calling the AFD centrist 😭😭😭

good for germany but honestly just ban the party, go 1984 on themc

[nespounta]

#Paris2021 #MassyPalaiseau2012 #SomeWhereNearTheCity #BlockParty #DaPro #ThankYouForThePicture #DjKozi #Myself #TheTeam #TheDj #TheMc #DuringFestival #FirstTimeWeMet #RestInPowerMyFriend #WeWontForgetYou #Rap #HipHop #StillGuerrilleros #StillForLife #StillHastaLaMuerte #StillMore https://www.instagram.com/p/CMUHp66DNuo/?igshid=16p1u8btalnkt

[cometforever]

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[w-n-t-d]

Bye 👋🏼 2017 #happynewyear #themc #turntable #memories #bw #music #tb @pioneerdjglobal (à Leipzig, Germany)

[coolnessempire]

Happy Birthday to the Blastmaster KRS One @teacha_krsone ✌🏾 #TheMC #TheTeacha #Blastmaster #BDP #SouthBronx #HipHop #coolness https://www.instagram.com/p/B1YyUTllqrl/?igshid=1p7mjlna30bpp