#Charlie Hunnam oneshot

[intoanotherworld23]

Deep Water Master List

Updated 6/29/23

Summary: Drowning your sorrows in another bar since the mysterious murder of your family, your luck seems to run out that night when you witness a horrific murder done by the most ruthless mob in the city known as The Frontiers

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

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Celebrity Masterlist (A-K)

In an attempt to organize the blog and keep everything in order, masterlists are being made to join together into a masterlist of masterlists to make it easier for those on mobile. Thanks for being patient! 

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Adrien Brody

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine being married to Adrien Brody, and both of you being petty after an argument.

Imagine getting your boyfriend, Adrien Brody, into board games.

Alton Brown

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine Alton Brown giving you tastes of his desserts.

Andrew Garfield

Oneshots

Where is the Line?

Sideways

Adore ⭐

Imagines

Imaging falling for Andrew Garfield after filming together.

Imagine surprising Andrew Garfield with a new tattoo.

Imagine a late afternoon tea with Andrew Garfield. 

Imagine getting caught with Andrew Garfield in the rain, and him surrendering his umbrella to you.

Imagine making out with Andrew Garfield and your parents come home.

Imagine bringing Andrew Garfield to your house for the first time.

Imagine Andrew Garfield listening to you talk but thinking instead of the things he wants to do to you.  

Andrew Scott

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine Andrew Scott catching you baby-talking with the family pet.

Imagine Andrew Scott making sure you get home okay.

Imagine being a morning person while your husband, Andrew Scott, is not.

Imagine Andrew Scott describing you in an interview.

Imagine making a bet with Andrew that he would win an award.    

Andy Serkis

Oneshots

Fiction

Imagines

Ben Barnes

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine surprising Ben Barnes with breakfast, but him being upset that you left bed.

Imagine Ben Barnes working on a love letter for you.

Imagine playing a character in a movie starring Ben Barnes, and his expression when he sees you in your costume for the first time.

Imagine Ben Barnes seeing you dance with another man.

Imagine your family telling you and Ben Barnes they don’t want you to be together.

Benedict Cumberbatch 

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine spending a cloudy day on the beach with Benedict Cumberbatch.

Imagine having a romantic candlelight dinner with Benedict Cumberbatch.

Imagine yourself and Benedict taking your child to their first day of school.

Bill Skarsgard

Oneshots

Losing Touch

Imagines

Bruce Langley

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine teasing Bruce Langley about his fluffy hair.

Cara Delevingne

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine taking a trip with Cara Delevinge.

Imagine coming home on yours and Cara Delevingne‘s anniversary.

Channing Tatum

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine house hunting with Channing Tatum.

Imagine being in class with Channing Tatum and him trying to make you laugh.

Charlie Hunnam

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine your boyfriend Charlie Hunnam being proud of you when you win a Grammy.

Chase Crawford

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine thinking you’re alone in a room and singing to yourself, and turning around to see Chase Crawford watching you.

Imagine Chase is feeling down, so you rake up the most perfect pile of leaves to jump in.

Chris Evans

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine buying Chris Evans an array of hats for Christmas since you understand his anxiety.

Imagine taking your child to visit their daddy, Chris Evans, on set.

Imagine being on your first date with Chris Evans.  

Chris Hemsworth

Oneshots

Classic Scrapes

Imagines

Imagine winning a contest to meet Chris Hemsworth.

Imagine coming out to Chris Hemsworth.

Imagine Chris Hemsworth giving you a footrub.  

Chris Pine

Oneshots

Pregnancy is Agony

Imagines

Imagine your daughter wanting you and Chris Pine to be together.

Imagine Chris Pine surprising you by showing up at your charity event with a very large donation.

Imagine Chris Pine picking you up for your first date.

Chris Pratt

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine a cottage retreat with Chris Pratt.

Imagine shopping for your new house with Chris Pratt.

Christian Bale

Oneshots

Perfect

Video Kid

Imagines

Imagine being nervous to attend Christian Bale’s movie premiere.

Imagine Christian Bale taking you to a special place.

Imagine Christian Bale falling in love with you.

Imagine practicing your acting on Christian Bale.

Imagine Christian Bale catching you, his assistant, tipsy at a bar.

Imagine Christian Bale trying to make things good again after an argument.

Imagine telling Christian Bale that you’re pregnant with his baby.

Imagine doing tiktok pranks on your husband, Christian Bale.

Imagine coming home to find your daughter braiding your husband’s hair.

Imagine surprising Christian Bale on set with your daughter.  

Cillian Murphy

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine Cillian Murphy admitting his love to you for the first time.

Imagine meeting Cillian Murphy at a bar, and him buying you a drink.

Cole Sprouse

Oneshots

Empty Handed

Imagines

Daniel Radcliffe

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine Daniel Radcliffe coming to your play debut.

Imagine Daniel Radcliffe dressing up to take you on a romantic walk.

Imagine Daniel Radcliffe trying out pick-up lines on you.

Imagine Daniel Radcliffe saying Hello to you right before commercial on a talk show.

Dave Franco

Oneshots

Evening Wear

Imagines

Imagine being Dave Franco’s childhood best friend.

Imagine Dave Franco getting angry because you’re wearing too much clothing.

Imagine surprise tickling Dave Franco.

Imagine being the youngest Franco and having Dave and James finding out that you have a tattoo.

Imagine Dave Franco distracting you while you’re attempting an audition tape.

Imagine going over to Dave’s house for some Netflix and Chill.  

David Tennant

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine David Tennant finding out that you’re pregnant.

Imagine having a movie night with David Tennant.

Imagine waking up in the hospital to find David Tennant worried about you.

Dev Patel

Oneshots

Give and Take

He Will Love You

Reunions

Imagines

Imagine Dev Patel surprising you at work.

Imagine getting into a huge fight with Dev Patel.

Imagine Dev Patel being struck with awe when he sees you for the first time.

Imagine Dev Patel taking you out for an early breakfast.

Dita Von Teese

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine surprising Dita with roses after her show.

Imagine meeting Dita Von Teese at a party.

Dwayne The Rock Johnson

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine accidentally blurting out to Dwayne Johnson that you’re attracted to his black wrestling gear look.

Imagine rewarding Dwayne ‘The Rock’ Johnson during his workout routine.

Elijah Wood

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine telling Elijah Wood you’re pregnant.

Imagine trying to take care of Elijah Wood when he’s been overworking.

Imagine catching Elijah Wood taking photos of you.

Imagine adopting a puppy with Elijah Wood.

Imagine arguing with Elijah Wood and him asking for forgiveness afterwards.

Elizabeth Olsen

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine watching Wandavision with Elizabeth Olsen.

Imagine being a DC actor and getting married to Elizabeth Olsen.

Imagine preparing for your second child with Elizabeth, and thinking about the work load.

Imagine taking Elizabeth and your kids to your family reunion.

Elliot Page

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine moving in with Elliot Page

Imagine Elliot Page surprising you at school.

Emma Stone

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine working with Emma Stone, and realizing you have feelings for her.

Evan Peters

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine making Build-A-Bears with Evan Peters.

Freddie Highmore

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine Freddie Highmore talking about your son in interviews.

Imagine being a young director, and bringing Freddie Highmore to your premiere.

Imagine filming a scene in Bates Motel with Freddie Highmore.

Imagine going to a meet and greet for Freddie Highmore, and him being enamored with you.

Imagine your ex bugging you while on a walk with Freddie.

Imagine meeting Freddie Highmore at a coffee shop.

Gaspard Ulliel

Oneshots

Dark Light

Imagines

Imagine Gaspard Ulliel saving you from a drink-spiker.

Imagine being pregnant with Gaspard’s baby.

Imagine bringing Gaspard Ulliel to your first awards show, and him being extremely proud of you.

Imagine Gaspard Ulliel wanting to spoil you.

Imagine Gaspard Ulliel attending your book reading.

Imagine Gaspard Ulliel bringing you flowers.

Imagine being seated with Gaspard Ulliel on a train. 

Heath Ledger

Oneshots

Saying Goodbye is Never Easy

Tears on the Red Carpet

Imagines

Imagine yours and Heath’s first day at home as a new parent.

Imagine being married to Heath Ledger

Imagine going camping with Heath Ledger, and taking in the beautiful sights of nature, but all he does is smile at you.

Imagine being pregnant with Heath’s baby, and him seeing you eat your strange pregnancy cravings.

Henry Cavill

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine Henry Cavill building you something special.

Imagine going on a camping trip with Henry Cavill and forgetting your sleeping bag so you have to share with him.

Imagine being told you would meet your soulmate by a fortune teller, then running into Henry Cavill.

Imagine a rather disheveled Henry Cavill leaving your hotel room in the morning.

Imagine flirting with Henry Cavill while doing an interview with him.

Imagine looking at fanart of your character, Doctor Doom, and Superman, with your best friend Henry.

Iwan Rheon

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine Iwan Rheon taking a chance and asking you out on a date.

Imagine Iwan Rheon seeing you getting assaulted.

Imagine Iwan Rheon getting ready to propose.

Imagine Iwan Rheon surprising you with his musical side.

Imagine Iwan Rheon waiting for you with flowers.

Imagine spending a weekend in a summer cottage with Iwan Rheon.

Imagine Iwan Rheon stealing your glasses during an interview.

Imagine Iwan Rheon being constantly teased on set for having an obvious crush on you.

Jaden Smith

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine cozying up with Jaden Smith after a long day.

Imagine Jaden Smith being utterly smitten with you.

Imagine Jaden Smith thinking that you two are alone in the house.

Imagine Jaden Smith giving you a night to remember in a hotel.

Imagine Jaden taking you to one of his favorite spots to eat.

Imagine attending an awards show with your sisters Kylie and Kendall, and Jaden Smith makes an announcement to you.

Jaeden Martell

Oneshots

Play Dead

Imagines

Jake Gyllenhaal

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine phone sex with Jake Gyllenhaal.

Imagine making out with Jake Gyllenhaal.

Imagine trying to have a baby with Jake Gyllenhaal but it continuously failing.

Imagine being a small town girl and Jake Gyllenhaal falling for you.

Imagine spending your birthday with Jake Gyllenhaal.

Imagine Jake seeing you out with someone else and growing jealous.

Imagine being an actress and going on your first date with Jake Gyllenhaal.

Imagine Jake Gyllenhaal spending his time off with you.

Imagine trying for a baby with Jake Gyllenhaal.

Imagine Jake Gyllenhaal realizing how lucky he is to have you.

Imagine Jake Gyllenhaal sneaking into your house to surprise you.

Imagine Jake Gyllenhaal bringing Winter to LA for you.

Imagine Jake Gyllenhaal erupting after a fight with you.

Imagining winning your tenth Oscar, and celebrating with your husband Jake Gyllenhall at the after party.

James Franco

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine being the youngest Franco and having Dave and James finding out that you have a tattoo.

Imagine tickling James Franco.

Imagine James Franco letting you stay overnight.

James McAvoy

Oneshots

Killing Loneliness

Every Me and Every You

Noir

All This and Heaven Too

Itsy Bitsy Spider

Imagines

Imagine James McAvoy being your Valentine. 

Imagine a cold evening walk with James McAvoy.

Imagine being in an interview with your husband, and being asked when you knew he was the one.

Imagine celebrating Halloween with James McAvoy.

Imagine James McAvoy seeing you self-harm.

James Ransone

Oneshots

Moment

On It

Imagines

Jamie Bell

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine Jamie Bell stopping a mugger.

Imagine going to the beach with Jamie Bell and your child.

Jeremy Renner

Oneshots

Bang! Bang!

Imagines

Imagine sticking with Jeremy Renner, even when there’s speculations about him as a person.

Imagine defending Jeremy Renner against slander.

Imagine Jeremy Renner helping you out of the rain.

Imagine walking in on Jeremy Renner practicing his wedding proposal speech.

Jesse Williams

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine flirting with Jesse Williams using puns and pick-up lines.

Imagine Jesse Williams finally shooting his shot with you.

Jimmi Simpson

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine Jimmi Simpson running lines with you.

Imagine filming a rough, emotional scene with Jimmi Simpson.

Imagine being in an interview with Jimmi Simpson, and the interviewer teasing you two about the tension.

Joseph Gordon Levitt

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine Joseph Gordon Levitt trying to convince you to stay home with him rather than go to work.

Imagine Joseph Gordon-Levitt being possessive over you.

Karl Urban

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine Karl Urban showing you around New Zealand.

Imagine Karl Urban surprising you with a picnic.

Kiernan Shipka

Oneshots

In Between Days

Imagines

Imagine a glamorous trip to France with Kiernan Shipka.

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Liability

Will Ironhead Miller x Reader

warnings: angst, swearing, unwanted male attention, mentions of a fight 

authors note: here it is! first time writing for Will, I mean maybe not writing but first time actually posting it. I've been very anxious to post this since im scared I didn't get his character quite right but Will’s my biggest comfort character and I've been wanting to write him for a while so here we go!

thank you to my lovely @starksoutcasts​ for this idea and for encouraging me to write for my favorite man.

You and Will never really fought much, you’ve been quite close friends long before any romantic feelings developed between the two of you and you often considered that to be a big reason why your relationship worked so well. Maybe that's also why you felt so terrible now, why you were still processing what happened back at the apartment. You checked your phone quickly.

3 missed calls.

You didn’t feel like talking, not now. He was probably worried, after you stormed out so quickly, maybe he was looking for you now. But you, as an adult, were responsible for yourself, you didn't need permission to go out and get a few drinks on your own. You hid your face in your hands and sighed heavily as the thought of ordering another glass of whiskey crossed your mind.

„Here you go.” The bartender set a glass full of some kind of alcohol in front of you.

„Oh, I didn't order anything…yet.” You looked up at him confused and pushed the glass back in his direction.

„I know. it's from the gentleman in the corner.” 

You turn your head in the direction he pointed at and quickly caught eye contact with the elegant looking guy in a suit. You’ve never seen him before and frankly, didn't feel like getting to know him at all. He smiled and raised his glass with a smile, clearly expecting you to do the same, but handing him the „you owe me something” argument wasn’t something you wanted to deal with. Looking him up and down you shook your head and turned back around hoping that was enough for him to lose interest in you. A glance at your phone.

5 missed calls.

Another one incoming. You decided to pick up.

„Will?”

„Where are you?” You could barely hear him over the music.

„Will listen I don”t-„

„No” He didn't let you finish.  “Please just tell me where you are…I'm sorry, fuck, I know I shouldn’t have-” You could hear he was worried, you knew he hated when you’d leave like this, when he didn't know where he could find you if something happened. You almost felt bad.

„Will please.” You cut him off.

Suddenly you felt an arm on your shoulder, a bad feeling, knot in your stomach, you didn't see the man but you were almost certain it was the guy who’d just sent you a drink moments ago.

„Mind if I join you?” He asked completely ignoring the phone in your hand.

„I’m a little busy…” You answered as you brought the phone back up to your ear.

„I can wait.” He smiled and you rolled your eyes slightly.

„Are you at the bar down the street? Is that where you went?” You heard Will from the phone again. 

„Yes.” You answered after a moment. “I’m sorry  I…I just needed to clear my head.”

A pause.

„Will you talk to me when ill get there?” He asked quietly. “

“Of course... I'm not going to ignore you, Will. I'm not a kid.”

„Okay…just don't go anywhere.” 

He hung up quickly  and left you staring at the blank screen. Part of you wanted to get up and leave, go somewhere else, but the other just wanted him to be here already, to hold you, to kiss you. You cursed yourself in your mind and slipped the phone Into the back pocket. 

„Ah, I was hoping to get your number from that thing you know?.”

You snapped out of your thoughts and glanced over at the man next to you.

„Sorry?” You asked hoping you misheard something.

„Oh come on I know that's a bit cheesy, the drink? But one of us had to make the first move right?”

„I can't say I agree.” You mumbled as you checked your phone again.

„So.” The man started again as he sat down next to you. „I'm Dave.” He reached out for you to shake his hand but you only nodded at hm.

„Sorry…Dave, I'm not here to make friends. I'm actually waiting for someone.” You hoped that would discourage him a bit but something told you that wasn’t going to be the case.

„Well, they’re not here yet right? So what’s the harm in me keeping you company ey?”

He moved closer and you dodged his arm that was about to wrap around your shoulders.

„Please don't do that.” You spat out as your body tensed up.

„Oh come on, I'm just flirting a little bit, relax.”

The music seemed a lot louder and the entire bar felt a lot smaller than it did just moments ago, more crowded. You chest ached with anxiety and you struggled to take a full breath.

„I don't think i will, fuck off.” You snapped.

„Hey, easy.” He chuckled at your frustration what only made you more anxious and frustrated yeah you could take care of yourself and he probably wouldn’t try anything here, inside, but the whole situation still felt overwhelmingly uncomfortable

„You’d be a lot prettier if you just smiled.” He wasn’t gone give up on this. „Besides, you do owe me something for that drink right?”

There it was.

„I didn't drink it specifically so you couldn't cover your inability to read the room with that shitty argument” You sat up in your chair, and tried to maintain eye contact with the man, you wanted him to see that you weren't scared, that you wanted nothing to do with him.

„Yeah well, I still paid for it right?” 

He reached over brushhis fingers over your hand before you had the chance to pull it away. Just as you were getting ready to possibly break his nose with the beer bottle from the bar you heard a familiar sounding voice behind you.

„Sorry buddy.” A small tap on Dave’s shoulder „I don't think you’re very welcomed here.”

You didn’t look but you knew it was Will. He was here now so nothing bad was going to happen, not today, not if he had something to ay about it.

„I think ill stay, thanks.” Dave didn't look back but, oh how you wished he did.

„Well I don't think so.” Will pulled him back as his grip on the man’s shoulder tightened.

„Listen here.” Dave snapped „I'm already a bit on the edge so why dony-„

He turned around quickly but clearly didn’t expect to have to look up to face the man behind him. Will was a big man, even without his military background he would've looked pretty intimidating but the years of service and intense trainings stayed noticeable in his appearance. He towered over Dave and almost effortlessly made the man question all of the choices he made earlier this evening.

„Well, that makes two of us friend.” He spoke quiet but loud enough for Dave not to miss the warning. 

Will stayed calm and collected through the entire interaction, but his posture, gaze and the tone on his voice made it incredibly clear that if it would come to this, he wouldn't hesitate. Hs eyes left Dave only once, once to check on you, too see if you were alright.

„So how about you apologize nicely, and go check if someone isn’t looking for you in the other room before I stop being so nice and you’ll have to pick your teeth up from the fucking floor.”

If it was anyone else you’d probably worry about a bar fight of sorts but it was Will. Your Will. „Strategy over violence.” He told you many times.

„Right…well I was about to go anyway so…” Dave pointed over Wills's shoulder and cleared his throat. „I'll be on my way now.”

„Good choice.” Will noodled slowly as he watched the man leave the room before he turned to look back at you. Your eyes dropped to the floor.

„…Thank you.” You stated but he only shook his head.

„Let’s just leave. Come on.”

He turned around and you followed him to the door, you left the building and slowly walked into the direction of the apartment. You hated the silence, you hated it so much, it wasn’t that calm, soft silence you enjoyed so much when you two were alone. This time it was heavy, heavy, and overwhelming. You tried to collect your thoughts to say something but Will was quicker.

„That's exactly why I worry when you leave like that.”

He spoke without looking at you.

„So it's my fault?” You mumbled the question, still looking down at your shoes.

„What?”

„The bar thing, you think that's my fault.”

„Who said that?” He asked as he glanced over at you.

„You did.”

„No. Jesus…” he stopped and turn to you „Don't do that. Don't put words in my mouth okay? You know very well that's not what I think.”

„Well, clearly I don't.”

„Stop. Just stop it I didn’t say anything like that.” He reached for your hand but you pulled away.

„you didn’t have to.” Your eyes were stinging, and you could feel the tears slowly forming at the corners.

He sighed heavily, running his hand through his short blond hair.

„This isn’t fair. You can’t just do that I-„

„But you can?!” You snapped. „You can tell me what to do right? You can tell me when I can or cannot leave our appartment, where I should and shouldn’t be?! weather or not something is right or wrong for me to do?  You can? How is that fair Wil?.”

You finally looked up, his expression softened when he realized what was happening.

„You’re crying.”

„That's not the point Will.” You shook your head and wiped the tears from your cheeks with your sleeve.

„I just, you know I do those things to protect you.” He spoke quietly, softly, his entire attitude changed the moment he realized how to hurt you were. And all he could think about, was that this was his fault.

„I know…” You started as you breathed in heavily „ I know...because I know you, and I know you’d never want to intentionally hurt me but …Life isn’t just black and white Will. Bad things happen and you won’t be able to protect me from everything that comes my way. Not always.”

„Listen I-,”

„I'm just..,” You continued  “I'm sick of you treating me like that, like a kid, who doesn't understand what's going on around them, who doesn't know how anything. I know you feel like you need to protect me like I'm some kind of responsibility. But you’re not in the military anymore William…I'm not just another…mission.”

Your voice broke a little and you could see it hurt him. It hurt to realize that he made you feel that way, that he let this happen.

„I never…I never wanted it to be like this, I just-„ He stumbled over his own words „Fuck.” He looked away and closed his eyes for a moment. „I wished I’ve realized earlier.” He looked at you. „I wish you’d have told me.” He looked down at the pavement, not sure what to say next.”

“Dont say that...that makes it seem like it was all you, like I wasn't at fault either...and like its too late to change now, but its not.”

You said and he looked up at you, hopeful. The little spark in his eyes you loved so much was back now.

„It's not?” He asked.

„Of course not, I-„ You stepped closer and cupped his face between your hands. „Listen to me, were are by no means perfect-”

“Hey, speak for yourself.” He joked and you rolled you eyes with a soft smile.

“I am not leaving you. You understand?”

„You’re not?” The fact of how surprised he sounded stung your heart so bad. The way he didn’t believe he deserved to be held, to be kissed, to be loved. It hurt.

„Listen here, I love you. Love you. Fights happen, they always will, but it's what you choose to bring out of them, that’s important. How you work on fixing those issues. I'm not going to throw this entire relationship, we both worked so hard for, away because we hit a bump. Do you hear me?”

He smiled for the first time today and it melted your heart.

„Yes, Ma’am.”

You chuckled and sighed heavily, feeling the tension and anxiety slowly leaving your body now as he rubbed your wrists with his thumbs tenderly.

„I'm sorry.” He spoke quietly and pulled you closer, wrapping his arms around you. „I'm so fucking sorry.”

You stood on your those and pressed a kiss onto his lips.

„Oh shut up I know you are, and im sorry too...„

„No don't, I understand now.” He looked down at you and placed a kiss on top of your head.

„I’ll work through this. I promise. I’ll get better for you.”

„No.” You pulled away to look up at him „We’ll do it together. Like we always do?”

He huffed out a little soft laugh.

„Like we always do.” He nodded as he pulled you close again.

You wrapped your arms around him, burring your face into the soft fabric of his hoodie. You felt completely hidden from the world, calm, safe in his arms. You trusted him and you knew he trusted you too.

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Let me know what you think about it! Feedback, likes and reblogs are always appreciated! I hope I didn't butcher the character too much.

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Secret Relationship (Jax Teller Imagine)

Summary: You and Jax Teller are in a secret relationship, but it’s starting to take its toll.

I wrote this a while back and thought I would share it on here.

Secretly dating Jax Teller was no walk in the park by any means. Especially since he was Vice President of SAMCRO, one of the most notorious motorcycle clubs. He was well known for his title and for being someone who didn’t take anyone’s shit. You mess with him then you may as well say your goodbyes. Men worshipped him and women adored him. He was a very attractive guy so of course women were throwing themselves at him daily, which was something you certainly didn’t appreciate. Not only that, but he was constantly in danger of getting hurt or worse because of his involvement with the club. You were constantly worried about him and his safety.

So why even bother dating this Jax Teller you ask?

Because nobody knew the Jax that you knew...and you were absolutely in love with the man. Jax may be rough around the edges, but with you he’s different.

You began seeing each other a little over a year ago. You were working at a diner that he frequented with a few of his buddies. At first it was just some harmless flirting between you both. Hey, he was good looking and flirting meant more tips. As long as he wasn’t some creep and kept his hands to himself then you’d go along with it. This went on for weeks before he started showing up at the diner by himself almost everyday. You would talk when you weren’t busy with other customers as he drank endless amounts of coffee just so he wouldn’t have to leave. He began staying till your shifts were over so he could take you home because, in his words, “this place may be called Charming, darling, but it’s anything but.” He always made sure to be at the diner when your shift was over so that he could escort you home on his motorcycle. You should’ve been iffy about him seeing as how he was part of SAMCRO. You’d heard plenty about them since moving to Charming. You’d also heard plenty about Jax, but you didn’t care. Jax had been nothing but good to you.

Eventually you began seeing each other outside of the diner. He would take you for rides on his bike outside of town and you’d find some place to stop at to just talk. You found out why he was in the club and why he felt it was his duty to stick to it. You told him about your past relationship and why you had moved there in the first place. Your ex had broken your heart and you just had to run away to find a fresh start. You opened up to each other. He told you things that he had never told anyone else.

It all just went from there. Your relationship progressed to more and he had asked you to be his girlfriend. He promised you that he wouldn’t break your heart like your ex had and that you would be his only girl. He wouldn’t sleep around anymore or any of that. He only had one condition though...that you date in secret.

“It’s not that I’m ashamed of you, Y/N,” he told you. “I swear I’m not. It’s just that you’re too sweet and innocent to be around the club. It’s best no one knew about us.”

And you believed him. It was probably for the best anyways. His mom, Gemma, would probably not approve. She was a hard woman to deal with. You knew that from waiting on her at the diner and from the stories Jax would tell you. His stepfather, Clay, probably wouldn’t approve either. You didn’t know if any of them would approve.

So your secret relationship began. As far as everyone knew, you were just the girl that Jax liked to flirt with at the local diner for fun. You would sneak around to each other’s houses or go out of town together so no one would see you together. At first you thought it was romantic. Almost like Romeo and Juliet. You were in your own little world and it was yours. No one knew about you and it was actually nice.

It became hard though. Sneaking around, making sure nobody saw you together, not being able to tell people that you were Jax’s girl...it was so hard. Not to mention the stories you were hearing about him, about the women he was with. You just ignored them at first. People in Charming spoke a lot about Jax and most of it was bullshit. You knew that, but it became hard to ignore.

You managed to leave work early and walk yourself home the one night that you couldn’t take it anymore. You usually waited for Jax to pick you up and take you home, but you weren’t in the mood to deal with him. Once you were home, you headed straight for the bathroom and took a shower to wash the diner smell away. You stayed in the shower longer than usual just thinking about everything before you finally got out. You dried yourself off and put on a pair of panties along with one of Jax’s shirts. You couldn’t help yourself. As you finished drying your hair, you heard your phone ringing. You checked it and found that it was Jax. You sighed before you answered it.

“Y/N, where are you at?” He asked before you could even say hello. He sounded a bit worried.

“I’m at home,” you responded. “I managed to leave work early. Sarah came in to take over so I left.”

“Why didn’t you call me to come pick you up then, darling?” He asked. “I was worried when I didn’t see you at work. I thought something happened.”

“Didn’t feel like bothering you,” you told him simply. “Might interrupt your time with one of those other girls I’ve been hearing about.”

There was a pause before he finally spoke. “What? What other girls?”

“Yeah, it’s all over town,” you told him. “You haven’t heard? Sounds like you’ve been quite busy.”

“Sweetheart, I honestly don’t know what you’re taking about.”

You sighed. “Jax, I’m tired and really not in the mood to talk about this right now. I’ll talk to you tomorrow or something.” You hung up the phone before you sat it back down with another loud sigh. You’d never acted that way towards Jax and you hated it, but you were fed up.

You left the bathroom and went into your room, laying your phone down on the nightstand before you crawled into bed. You laid there just staring up at the ceiling as you let your thoughts run wild. You thought about Jax and how much you cared about him, but also about how hard this relationship was becoming. The secrecy and the rumors. It was becoming too much.

You were so lost in your state of thinking that you hadn’t even noticed someone walk into your room and crawl into bed with you. You jumped and gasped, but settled when you found it to only be Jax.

“Jax, what the hell?” You asked and sat up in bed.

“I used the spare key,” he told you. “Wanted to check on you and ask what the hell is going on? What’s with this other girls shit?”

You sighed and ran a hand down your face. “Jax, I told you I didn’t feel like talking about this right now.”

“Tough shit because we’re talking about this now,” he retorted and you knew he meant business. He didn’t use that tone with you much. It didn’t scare you. It would actually turn you on if you weren’t so upset with him.

“There’s been talk around town that you’ve been with other girls,” you finally told him. “Apparently you and Haley are quite cozy. There’s talk that she’s your old lady now.”

He stared at you as you told him all of this and mumbled a profanity under his breath when you finished before he sat up. “And you believe that?”

You shrugged. “Doesn’t matter does it? It isn’t like we’re really together or anything, right?”

Jax was quiet and you could feel him looking at you hard even though you weren’t looking at him. You took to playing with the hem of the shirt you were wearing so you wouldn’t have to look at him.

“I used to wouldn’t believe something like that, Jax, but things have been weighing heavy on me lately. This relationship in particular.”

“What do you mean, darling?” He asked softly.

“I mean that I love you, Jax,” you whispered and felt your eyes tearing up. “I love you so much, but this whole secrecy shit is getting hard. I hear that you’re with other girls and I can’t tell anyone that you’re actually with me. I have to stay quiet and listen to that shit even though it’s ripping my heart apart then I can’t help but wonder if you’re actually with other girls... if that’s why we can’t go public. I feel like you’re ashamed of me and don’t want anyone to know that we’re together. Like you care more about your reputation than you do me. Am I that shameful, Jax?”

The tears were spilling out by then. You wiped at them furiously, angry that you were letting yourself be upset in front of Jax. You couldn’t help it though. You were pouring all of your feelings out that you’d been keeping bottled up for weeks.

“Baby,” Jax sighed out sadly and reached his hand out to take your hand in his. You tried pulling your hand away, but he kept a firm hold on it. It wasn’t like you were really trying to fight him hard anyways. “Baby, please look at me.”

You sniffled and took an unsteady breath before you finally made yourself look at him. He was looking at you softly with a sad look in his eyes.

“I am not ashamed of you,” he told you firmly. “Far from it. I love you, Y/N. I love you so much. I’m so lucky to be able to call you mine and that you deal with my bullshit. I’ve kept our relationship a secret because...because I don’t want anything to happen to you.”

You looked at him curiously and he sighed softly.

“My line of work is dangerous,” he began explaining. “I walk around with a target on my back everyday and anyone close to me has to suffer the same consequences. Anyone I’m associated with is in risk of getting hurt because of me and I can’t do that to you, sweetheart. I can’t put you in danger like that. I already feel so selfish being with you because I put you in danger if someone finds out.”

You hadn’t known all of this. Jax had never voiced all of this to you before. Of course he told you to be careful and he told you about most of the dangers that surrounded him, but he never told you he was worried about you. You guessed he didn’t want you worrying too.

“Also, I’m not with any other girls,” he told you firmly. “I swear it’s only you. I send any girl away that tries anything with me. Hell, the guys think I’ve become celibate or some shit. They just say stuff to keep my reputation up, but I didn’t know.”

You let a few more tears slip and he wiped them away before you could. He cupped your cheek as he looked at you and waited for you to say something.

“I believe you,” you told him and he let out a relieved sigh, “but it’s still hard, Jax. I’m tired of keeping us a secret. I knew what I was getting into when I got with you. I don’t know if I can keep doing this if we can’t really be together.”

Jax was quiet for a few moments before he leaned his head down and kissed you softly yet passionately. He pulled away after a minute and looked into your eyes.

“Then let’s tell everyone in town we’re together, sweetheart,” he told you and smiled. “I’m tired of keeping you a secret. I’ve been wanting to show you off since the day I asked you to be mine.”

You smiled wide and looked at him. “Really?”

He smiled even wider and nodded. “Really. It’s time we show everyone we’re together. I love you and I’m going to let everyone know it.”

You were so happy to hear that. You wrapped your arms around Jax and hugged him tight. He chuckled and wrapped his arms around you in return. You sat there like that for a while, enjoying each other and the moment.

“Tomorrow everyone’s going to know you’re my girl, darling,” he told you. “I’ll make sure of it.”

[winchester-writes]

You’re my Queen

Pairing: Arthur Pendragon x Reader

Word Count: 1,532

Warnings: self- hate, angst (shocker), fluffiness at the end 

Summary: The Queen starts to feel alone no matter how many people she’s surrounded by and starts to have these depressing feelings that she’s never dealt with before, does Arthur even notice? 

Author’s Notes: I really needed to write this out for myself the other night...so sorry not sorry lmao. Shout out to @mamapeterson for the beta!! I just copied the tag list from the King Arthur series I’m doing with @mrs-squirrel-chester, sorry if you didn’t want to be on it! Please let me know if you want to be taken off when I post other Arthur fics! 

**Feedback is greatly appreciated!!**

Never in your life had you thought this was how you would end up feeling; completely and utterly alone. No matter how many times you were surrounded by people, even your loving husband, that feeling that had deeply rooted itself inside your body loved making itself known. The hardships that came with being a Queen pressed down on your life more and more with each passing day. You thought you weren’t suitable in the first place, that just because Arthur loved you didn’t mean you were fit to be Queen. Standing before the people on special occasions, all you felt was humility, knowing that they were constantly making fun or talking about how poor of a Queen you were.

So you mostly kept to yourself, not venturing out into the village with Arthur, making excuses as to why you couldn’t attend balls or other special events. Being the center of attention was what a Queen was supposed to be; something you were not, it wasn’t your personality.

Cruel thoughts plagued your mind throughout the night as Arthur slept peacefully beside you none the wiser. You questioned every minute detail you did throughout the day, making sure you didn’t do or say anything too stupid to make Arthur look bad.

Soon thoughts on if he was happy with you filled your entire being, which usually caused you to silently cry because you knew he wasn’t. Arthur hadn’t touched you in weeks, barely spoke to you, and hardly looked your direction when the two of you were in the same room. At this point, you thought it was just a matter of time before he found a much younger, prettier woman to accompany his bed at night.

One morning, as Arthur got dressed for the day, you stayed nestled under the bedsheets, feeling safe beneath the warm material.

“Do you wish to accompany me today? I’m headed out to the edge of town, but I was thinking if you came with me, we could go out to that big tree we used to lay under.” Arthur spoke as he tugged his shirt on before shrugging his jacket over it, grabbing his belt next.

Gripping the sheets tight, your heart raced as you weren’t sure what to say. “I-I…”

“Please say yes. I have things I wish to discuss with you… alone.”

Sitting up in the bed, you kept your gaze on your hands in your lap, afraid to meet his own as you nodded your head. “Thank you. I’ll be in the dining hall. Come out whenever you're ready, love.”

It was a small word, a tiny four-lettered nickname that he rarely used anymore towards you, yet it still made your heart soar. “Yes, my King.”

With that he nodded and left the room, holding the door open as the hand maid walked in to help you start getting dressed for the day.

Once you were ready, you met Arthur in the dining hall as he requested, following behind him as he started to make his way towards the door that lead out to the stables. You weren’t even given the chance to eat breakfast. You held a hand over your stomach the moment it growled, but regardless, you remained quiet.

“What was it you wished to discuss?”

“You will find out once we reach our destination Y/N,” Arthur replied as he got the horse saddled up, not even sparing you a glance.

“Ok.” You spoke almost above a whisper as you stood outside the stables, waiting for your husband quietly, giving a tight smile here and there to the stable hands who happened to pass by.

After waiting no less than five minutes, Arthur’s hands were on your waist as he lifted you onto the horse before getting on himself. Hesitantly you wrapped your arms around his waist and the moment he felt your hands touch his stomach, he kicked the side of the horse and took off in the direction of the big willow tree.

With how fast the horse was running it took mere moments to reach the beautiful tree that held so many memories underneath it. The leaves and vines hung down from the limbs like a curtain swaying in the wind. Small white flowers bloomed all around and the grass was soft beneath your feet, just as you remembered.

Arthur helped you off the horse before walking towards the tree and brushing a part of the vines back so that you could enter first. Giving a small thank you, you walked in and sat carefully at the base of the tree, watching and waiting as he tied the horse up to a long hanging branch. He joined you on the ground with a loud huff.

“So, we're alone now and I have an important question to ask you and I would like you to be completely honest with me Y/N.” Arthur waited for your answer, casting his eyes down to the grass when you only nodded.

“Are you not happy with me anymore?”

That question all but stunned you. You didn't think that with the way you had been acting that he had even taken notice or cared. “O- Of course I am Arthur.” You moved to set your hand on top of his, but he pulled away.

“Then why are you sad all the time? You never join me in any festivities, you act as though you never want to be around me. We only see each other at dinner, sometimes only before bed. If there is something the matter I need you to tell me.” Arthur was standing at that point. Pacing in front of you, leaving you speechless.

He cared.

“No-Nothing is the matter with you, Arthur, I can assure you that.” You spoke softly, making him stop in his tracks and turn towards you, arms open in a questioning manner

“Then what is the problem here Y/N?!”

“Me, Arthur! I'm the problem!” You all but yelled, thankfully this spot was secluded and you could let out all of your built up emotions.

Arthur's face dropped and confusion replaced the hint of anger. “What do you mean you're the problem?”

“I don't know and it scares me. What I'm feeling…. I'm lonely every second of every day, even when I'm surround by people. I used to be Vortigern's slave, Arthur, I'm not fit to be Queen! How much more of a joke could I be?! I'm surprised you have not found a much more suitable woman to rule by your side! Let alone another woman to comfort your bed at night! You don't touch me or look at me. No man does or would want to any how. I'm just….nothing.” Your voice got relatively smaller as tears started to stream down your face. You continued to stare at the ground until Arthur walked up and tilted your chin towards him with his hand extended.

“Stand up, please.” You did as he asked considering he was still your King. However your eyes went wide when he cupped your face and planted a kiss to your lips, shocking and comforting all at the same time.

He broke away, setting his forehead against your own. “No other man should ever touch you or want you, you're my Queen, no matter where you came from and I am deeply sorry if I made you think otherwise. My love for you will never dwindle or fade out. There's not even a word to be used to describe how much I love you. There is no other woman in this universe that I would want but you. I vowed on the day I married you; you were it for me for as long as I'm alive.” He brushed some of your hair behind your ear before pulling you close to his body. “It looks like I have been failing if you are not feeling loved.”

Tears were cascading down your face, emotions all over the place, but relief was the most overwhelming. Your marriage wasn't in ruins and he did still love you. “You and I are going to get away, go on an adventure like we used to when we were younger. Except this time we can actually go anywhere you would like my love.”

Nodding your head you gripped him close and breathed in the smell of Arthur you knew all too well. “I would like that very much.”

“And as for the rest of this day, we're not going back. We're going to stay here until we decide to leave.” He sat the both of you down and maneuvered you so that you were in his lap, “We'll start off with me showing you how much I love this perfect body of yours.”

Arthur smirked and wiggled his brow which caused you to giggle right before his lips landed on your own. Your hands found their way to the back of his neck and held his face close to yours. The kiss was soon interrupted by the sound of your stomach growling, causing Arthur to chuckle.

“Maybe we should start after we get some food into you.”

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[calif0rnia-lovers]

Date Night.

Request: Charlie picks up his wife at the hotel bar

A/N: ya’ll wanted smutty Hunnam, you got him.

Words: 3312

Dating is surprisingly easy for you.

Could it be that you have been subjected to so many terrible dates that you can spot a bad one from a mile away? Or maybe you just attract bad men like moths to a light. You can only count the number of semi-decent dates you’ve had on one hand. Although it’s been three years since your last date, you can’t find a single strand of nervousness as you sit at the bar.

Are you slightly uncomfortable? Yes. But nervous? No.

Though that might stem from the three empty glasses you’ve already traded out with the young bartender.

You keep your posture straight as you analyze your reflection in the mirror behind the bar.

You had quickly changed after your flight, changing out your jeans and hoodie for something a bit…sexier. It was a necessary action if you planned on meeting your one goal for the evening: leave with a man.

Correction. You plan on leaving with a decent man tonight.

You didn’t bother doing much to your hair. The dress is simple and black. You know your friend would have encouraged you to dress up a little more, but would at least applaud the form fitting dress.

“Need a refill, Miss?”

Meeting the eyes of the bartender, you find yourself wondering if he thinks four drinks is your limit.

His bright green eyes scan your face before drifting down to the front of your dress. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were trying to get me drunk.”

Noting the rising eyebrow and the smile on his lips, you shake your head.

“I just figured you might need something to keep you company until your boyfriend shows up.”

It is a statement most people are subjected to at some point in their lives. The lack of a wedding ring surely should be enough to divert the mentioning of a boyfriend or husband. But being as he had watched you shoot down three different men in the past hour, maybe he had his hopes up.

“No boyfriend,” you sigh, the smile on his face growing at your admission.

“That’s too bad. Might lead to a lonely night.”

You let off a soft shrug as your attention drifts to the mirror behind the bar. “We’ll see.”

You see him before you hear him.

A man that sends a heat so powerful across your skin, you find your posture straightening in your seat to hide the instinctive arching of your back. His reflection can’t surely do him justice, you find yourself thinking as you watch him reach up to scratch at his beard.  

The navy blue suit he wears compliment his inquisitive eyes. They scan those seated along the bar before resting on you.

You let your gaze focus on the nearly empty glass before you as the seat alongside you is pulled from beneath the bar. You follow the path of the olive circling the bottom of the glass as you guide it along with the thin black straw in your hand.

“Excuse me, Miss.” The sound of his voice is nearly enough temptation to refocus your gaze. “Is this seat taken?”

You take a soft breath as you mull over the question you’ve been asked nearly twenty times tonight. Instinctively you shrug in response earning you an arched brow. You wait until you are certain your heart can remain under control before turning to face him.

“…it depends…”

Raising his brow, the man clears his throat. “On?”

You take a moment to ponder his question, part of you wondering if you actually had a response.

“Why you want it?”

The smile you bring out in response causes you to rest your chin in your hand. You allow his cerulean eyes to study your face, your mind buzzing as you wonder what is passing through his.

“Just looking for a bit of company for a few hours.”

Your brow furrows as you watch him leave it at that. Instead of taking the opportunity to assess your response to his admission, he directs his attention to the bartender.

“I’ll take a whiskey on the rocks.”

Taking a sip of his drink, once he receives it, he points his glass towards where his eyes already set.

“Mmm,” shifting in his seat, Charlie watches as you fish the olive from the bottom of your glass. “What’s a beautiful young lady, such as yourself, doing out without a wedding ring?”

Lifting your hand you take a moment to admire it as you chew on the olive. Offering him your hand, you smile as he accepts it.

“Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you, Y/N. I’m Charles.”

“Charles,” you repeat, earning you a nod. The soft kiss which brushes against the knuckle of your index finger is enough to grant him the giggle he is hoping for. But you slip your hand out of his touch before he can get any bright ideas. “And what is it you do Charlie? Apart from picking up single women at a bar?”

You watch as the corners of Charlie’s mouth twitch. “I like to…entertain people.”

“Mmm,” biting your lip, you can’t deny those bright blue eyes a smile. “Entertain…like…an escort?”

Charlie’s brow rose, the twitch of his lips bringing a heat across your skin. The heat spreads across your thighs as your eyes follow his tongue on its course over his lips. Taking a sip of his whiskey, he waits until he meets your gaze to speak.

“Will it be easier for me to leave with you if I were?”

Charlie studies your face as his question resonates in the air between you. He studies how your teeth toy with your bottom lip, the slight furrow of your brow making him smile. “I’m gonna say…yes.”

“Really?” he chuckles, the slight look of disbelief on his face somehow leaving you a tiny bit offended.

“Is that surprising to you?”

“Just a little.” Charlie’s response is accompanied by a light shrug of his shoulders.

“Only because I’ve never done anything like that before.”

“I guess my luck’s running out,” Charlie smiles as you push your empty glass to the side. “I’ve acted in a few things…here and there…”

“Mmmm, that’s too bad,” you giggle. “I’m sure you’d have a lot of tricks up your sleeve from all your experience if you had decided to take the former route.”

You’re watching him drink, your chin resting in your hand, as his eyes study you.

“Did I lose my chance?” He asks quietly.

Maybe its the mix of the alcohol, or the noise surrounding you that have pushed your bodies closer, but it’s not until his fingers brush against your cheek that you realize how much your body has betrayed you. With his right leg resting between yours, his fingers sending heat across your skin as they brush your hair from your eyes, you suddenly realize how easy it would be to kiss him.  

The moment his touch is gone the heat clouding your judgment allows you to remember he had asked you a question. The smirk on his lips lets is the only indication your lack of an answer has not gone unnoticed.

“No.”

“Then let’s get outta here.” His voice is deep, shivers running through you as reaches inside his jacket to retrieve his wallet. Your body can already tell what’s in store for it as you stand. A simple act of leaving a bill on the bar top eliminated any remaining distance between your bodies.

With your heels, you still fall a few inches short of his lips, yet they are the only thing you can think of. Your fingers instinctively tug against his loosely hanging tie pulling him closer.

You let your weight rest back against your heels. You want to kiss him. Part of you knows if you let this man kiss you neither of you might remain decent for too long. Charlie bites his bottom lip as he watches your eyes become transfixed on it. He grazes his fingertips over your hip, tracing the outline until the tingles beneath the fabric have drifted between your thighs.

“I don’t like the attention you’re getting in this dress.”

The soft admission sends a rush of heat across your cheeks, but it’s the lingering of his eyes that pull your fingers down the soft fabric on his chest to the waist of his pants.

“Wait until you see what’s beneath it.”

Placing his wallet back into his pocket, Charlie found it nearly impossible to suppress the smile tugging at his lips as your fingertips brushed along his. He allows you to step around him, his eyes following as you move towards the door. You find yourself thankful that you’re only an elevator ride away from your hotel room. If you had been forced to drive home you might not have made it all the way.

You can feel the electricity flowing through your body as Charlie’s hands find your waist, once you’re inside the security of the elevator, his impatient tug nearly diverting you from pressing the correct floor.

Charlie doesn’t let you escape his touch as he holds on to your waist guiding you towards the back of the elevator.

Finally, as the doors drift shut, his lips find yours.

You’re both cautious at first, softly experiencing each other as if for the first time. Not being able to kiss one another for nearly two months placed your bodies in between a strange desire of taking things slow and satisfying the quick high right where you two stand.

Charlie’s mind focuses solely on the latter as his hand disappears beneath the skirt of your dress, his lips pausing as he brushes against your bare hips. You kiss him in his moment of relapse, smiling as your arm slips around his neck.

“I missed kissing you.” His soft chuckle comes out muffled against your lips.

You’re not certain how the two of you manage to make it down the hall and into your room. When you’re able to think clearly, Charlie is dumping his keys and wallet as you shove at the jacket on his shoulders. With his arms freed, Charlie focuses on your zipper. Guiding the fabric down your body, he pauses long enough to leave a series of soft kisses against your hips and neck.  

Allowing him to steal a kiss, you step around him before crossing the room towards the bed.

As soon as your palms and knees press against the welcoming comfort of the mattress, Charlie’s breath has escaped his lungs.  

“How long did you know I was there?” He asks as he focuses on the task of ridding himself of his tie.

“About ten minutes,” you respond, him knowing you well enough to know there is a smile on your lips as you speak. “It’s kinda hard not to notice how other women react when you show up.”

Your answer nearly falls on deaf ears as your husband’s gaze tracks the movements of your body on its way towards the top of the bed. The feeling of his repp tie beneath his fingers suddenly made him aware of the amount of fabric he dawned in comparison to you.

A gasp escapes your lips, your heart fluttering as a tug comes against your left ankle. Pulling your body back in his direction, Charlie allows you enough time to roll onto your back before leaning forward.

“Are you sure?” His brow rises as your fingers find the front of his shirt, allowing you to guide his lips closer to yours. 

“Mhmm…” You nod

“So what was all that with Curly? Seemed like you were putting on a show with that one.”

“Curly?” Your head cocks to the side, the unknowingness and innocence almost being executed perfectly.

“Your third martini.”

Taking a moment to think, you ignore his intake of breath. It was hard to forget the slightly over nervous, green eyed, curly haired young man from the bar.

“Oh goodness,” you giggle, the sound bringing a smile to Charlie’s lips. Or it might have been the wandering hands drifting into his slacks after managing to undo his zipper. You give him a smile in return at the shift in his breathing at the feel of your hand. “Please don’t tell me you were jealous of that kid? What was he, twenty-two?”

“Jealous?” The soft chuckle he releases falters as your lips press against the corner of his mouth. “Over protective is more like it. He was kinda handsy.”

“I thought you liked handsy.”

You can’t help but smile at the sight of his eyes drifting shut as you gently begin stroking him. The soft groan he releases causes your movements to continue until you begin pushing against his pants.

You sit up as Charlie stands to make the process easier. Lifting your hands from the mattress, you hold them out before your body resting your left wrist against your right.

A glint of mischief sparkles in his eyes, as Charlie completes the act of kicking his slacks from around his ankle. Instead of utilizing the tie in his hand, he leans forward to place it on the bed alongside you. He makes you watch as he removes the remainder of his clothes, his silence warming your body in anticipation. You know, although appearing composed, Charlie’s mind is full of all the things he’s been planning for you in his absence.

His brow rises as you remain in your position, the biting of your lip causing him to pick up the previously discarded fabric. Taking your hand in his, he guides you to your feet. Ignoring your silent request, he turns you around before slipping the fabric over your eyes.

A low, breathy chuckle vibrates from deep in his chest, as you turn to face him with a slight pout of your lip.

The warmth of his skin overtakes your cheeks as he takes your face in his hands, the kissing of your lips erasing away any signs of slight irritation.

He doesn’t let his hands wander as he kisses you, the action making your self-control seem inferior as yours trace along his skin. It is moments like this you remember the first time he’d whispered, “I’ll always be yours,” to you.

They are the same words you find yourself whispering against his lips as he lays you back against the mattress.

An all too familiar pleasurable, yet unsatisfying, heat creeps across the surface of your body as his eyes trail up to your exposed chest. You know if you could see how the sight tugged his teeth against his lip, you would have mustered up a witty comment. But, with your body completely exposed to his in this way you suddenly don’t have much to say.

You find your heart escalating as your chest is met with the heat of his mouth, as opposed to his itching fingers. Instead, they disappear between your thighs.

He builds the pressure softly with each of his teasing touches. He lets your breathing guides his movements, the moment it gets uncontrolled his touch is nearly ghostly. You know if you attempt to guide his hands the pressure will disappear, and the pleasure will quickly and surely fade. Tonight was one of those nights where rushing you to a quick ending was at the bottom of your husband’s list. He was going to make sure you finished long before him.

Free reign of his mouth is all he’ll grant you tonight.

Keeping your lips against his, you allow your satisfaction with his movements to be told through the fingers buried in his hair. As your fingers tighten around the strands, he gives into your desire and increases the pressure not stopping until body trembles against his hand.

The words whispered in your ear are lost beneath the soft giggles they produce from your lips.

Guiding your legs around his waist, Charlie presses his mouth against your neck. Beginning to suck bruises into your skin, he welcomes the hitch in your breath as he slowly enters you. His quiet swear gets lost against your collarbone as your body gives his a welcoming clench.

The soft shift in his hips encourages an in-sync moan from the both of you, halting his movements as your touch drifts down his back. His hips move with a slow, steady pace feeding the desire the two of you have to stay close to one another for the longest time possible.

Every sound you release strokes your husband’s ego, the praise encouraging him to quicken his pace. Each thrust became fueled by his selfish desires to keep your pulse spiked, and his name against his lips. Charlie wakes a heat inside of your body as his pace becomes near relentless as he feels your body tense around his.

He buries his face into your neck as he lets your body ride its wave to the kind of mind-shattering orgasm that you’d only ever experienced at the mercy of this man. The kind that left you feeling completely satisfied, but allowed the soft desire for more to linger in your mind as your high slowly ebbs away. Lifting the fabric from over your eyes, Charlie presses a soft kiss against your eyelid. He lets his lips pepper a series of soft kisses along your face as your grip around his neck tightens. The soft shifts of your hips, as his arm snakes around your waist, pull a soft chuckle from his lips.

Keeping your eyes shut, you focus on the breathing of the man atop of you. You bite your lip as his pulse slowly begins to settle, the kisses he is leaving along your heated skin making it hard for yours to do the same.

You don’t need to see Charlie to know there is a smile on his lips as he watches you begin to welcome the pull of sleep as he begins to detangle himself from you. If it weren’t for the invisible swirls his fingers paint across your stomach you might have fallen asleep already.

Nuzzling into the crook of your neck, he mumbles against your skin as you curl up against him. “Where’s your wedding ring at?”

You wait to respond to his question. Opening your eyes, you watch as he gently massages the fingers of your left hand.

“At home.”

“At home?” Despite the feeling of your lips against his, Charlie finds himself trying to continue the conversation. “Why is it there? I didn’t convince you to marry me so that your ring sits at home.”

Realizing this question will continue to plague his mind, you roll your eyes.

“I was trying to pick up a handsome guy.” You explain, the furrow of his brow making you smile. “Wearing a wedding ring is the ultimate repellent.”

“Not for all guys.” Charlie mumbles, his mind drifting downstairs to the highly interested bartender.

You giggle as a breath of fresh air fills your lung. Charlie allows you another kiss before his brow rises. “What would have happened if I hadn’t gotten to you when I did?”

To you, the question seems silly but you can’t let this perfect opportunity go to waste.

“I already had three glasses while waiting for you,” you tease. “Who knows, I might have let Curly take me home.”

[rebelwrites]

Can’t Fight The Moonlight Part 2

Jax Teller x Reader

Part 1

A/N: I wasn’t planning on doing a part two but listening to the song “oh my love” by the score and dancing around my kitchen cleaning it I wanted no needed to do a part two 😂

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Jax was serious about opening up a coyote bar in charming. Within a month of you revealing your old life to him, the Sons had brought a bar not too far from the compound. Every spare chance you got you were all hanging out there. Making the bar what you had visioned.

Today was the day you chose your girls, it would be a two part recruitment process. The first step was seeing if they could handle serving drinks. To put them to the test Jax had arranged a massive party, Sons from other charters had been arriving all afternoon. And so had the girls.

Lets just say everyone loved having new girls around the place however you had warned them all that they were off limits for now.

“Right tonight is going to be hard” You said sipping your beer as you leant against the bar looking at the 15 girls standing in front of you. “Trust me the guys you will be serving tonight are animals, I should know I am family”

Out of the corner of your eye you saw Jax walk in, his famous panty dropping smirk on his face as he threw you a wink. You also notice some of the girls practically drooling over your man. Making a mental note of the ones who did you jumped onto the bar so you were now sitting on it.

“First rule” You said, leaning your forearms on your thighs. “You see the blondie over there. He is off limits, and if I find any of you trying to seduce him, well I will cut you”

You knew Jax heard every word you said whilst he was sorting some paperwork at the reaper table as he had left the door open, it also meant you heard him laugh slightly.

“This isn’t your normal gig okay, like I said you will be serving animals tonight” You said sipping your beer again “so if you know you aren’t going to be up for it then I will not be offended if you walk out the door”

You paused for a moment and 5 of the girls walked out the door.

“Okay then” You nodded “Yes this is part one of the recruitment process but the main thing is have fun. Now go get ready the party starts in an hour”

As they all filed outside to do whatever you saw Jax leaning against the door frame, smirking at you.

“Seen something you like Teller” You giggled jumping off the bar, walking over to him, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Mmmm very much so” He said huskily “You got me feeling certain ways watching you be a boss bitch”

“Well we have a bit of time to kill before the party starts” You whispered against his ear, nipping slightly as you squeezed his dick through his jeans, earning a low growl from your man.

“You don’t need to ask me twice darlin’” He smirked, throwing you over his shoulder practically running to his dorm.

Tonight was the night, the grand opening of the bar. Your girls were getting ready in the back room. Whereas you were standing in the middle of the empty bar taking it all in. Apart from the financial backing from the club this was all you. Feeling Jax wrap his arms around your waist you leaned back against his chest.

“I am proud of you darlin’ this place was a shit hole when we brought it” He whispered, placing a loving kiss on your forehead “Tonight is going to be amazing, you have worked so hard for tonight”

“I couldn’t have done it without you” You smiled kissing his knuckles.

“Anything for you darlin’ now you go get yourself ready” He grinned letting you out of his arms slapping your ass as you walked off.

You were now standing on top of the bar, in your denim shorts, your white SAMCRO shirt which you had ripped the sleeves off and turned it into a crop top and paired with your trusty converse along with Jax’s reaper crew cap. Placing your fingers in your mouth you whistled, gaining everyone's attention as you were joined on the bar by some of the girls.

“So I just want to say thank you for everyone turning up tonight” You grinned taking the mic off Opie. “Now I am not gonna bore you to death speaking because we all know what you came here for, so have a good night, drink loads and don’t forget to tip the girls”

Nodding at your girls, you then nodded at Chucky to high the music.

“Oh my love, let me be your fire, We're a thousand miles up and I'm 'bout to get higher. Feel my heart beating out my chest. You're the only prayer I need to make me feel blessed. Singing oh oh oh” You sang as you walked across the bar “Rest your head like it was made of stone. Next to mine, darling lay your bones. Hold you closer, let me show. We'll shape this world like it was meant to be. Made of clay for only you and me. Awake with you is better than a dream. Better than a dream”

“Oh my love, let me be your fire. We're a thousand miles up and I'm 'bout to get higher. Feel my heart beating out my chest. You're the only prayer I need to make me feel blessed. Singing oh oh oh”

Everyone was watching intently as you sang your heart out, dancing around the girls. One thing you were glad about was they picked the dance up pretty quick.

“Safe and sound is all you'll ever know. Shake the ground, the higher that we go. We'll take the stars and show 'em how to blow. Yeah, 'cause life is more than just a waiting game. And we're not waiting 'til it's time to play. The only rules I play by are you. Play by you”

“Oh my love, let me be your fire We're a thousand miles up and I'm 'bout to get higher. Feel my heart beating out my chest. You're the only prayer I need to make me feel blessed. Singing oh oh oh.” Your body moved to the beat of the music, smirking to yourself as Jax didn’t know what was coming, in fact no one did as you all jumped off the bar finding a man.

You sauntered over to Jax, smirking at him whilst you were still singing.

“I won't be afraid. If my spirit fades. 'Cause when I see your face. I know that I am saved. I won't be afraid. If my spirit fades. 'Cause when I see your face. I'm saved. Oh my love, let me be your fire” You sang as you ran your spare hand over his body, dropping to the floor like you did when you first danced for him, spinning around on the ball of your feet you pushed your ass out as you stood back up straight, grinding on your man.

The song came to an end when you were back on top of the bar. Jax had never seen your smile as bright and as wide as it was just night. He knew this decision wasn’t just the best for the club but for you, his future old lady. Seeing how happy this made you made him happy. Little did you know that tonight would be the night that Jax made you officially his old lady, and his fiancee.

“So it is official” You shouted slightly out of breath “The bar is open you fuckers, lets get drunk”

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[charliehoennam]

in sickness and in health

A/N: A fluffy request made by ❤  @the-multiverse-of-fandoms ❤ for the lovely Raymond Smith. Hope you enjoy it! Sorry I took a while to post this.

Pairing: Raymond Smith x genderneutral!reader

Warnings: Mention of sickness (Flu)

SHARING IS CARING, SO REBLOG!

The relationship between you and Ray began taking shape months ago. What started as glimpses caught by each other in a pub blossomed into romantic candlelit dinners at restaurants with dishes more expensive than your monthly bills; long deep talks over hot cocoa and intentionally slow walks through a park; home videos filled with laughter, smiles and kisses during road trips out to a countryside cabin for the holidays. 

Although you took turns, Ray certainly had a knack for planning your dates and spoiling you like no one ever had before. The sweet gestures proved he’d put much thought into your amorous encounters and worriedly shared their plans with you beforehand to make sure you were in agreement, always having a back-up prepared for your little getaways, taking into consideration that your day might have been too exhausting to do what he originally planned. If, due to some unfortunate reason beyond your control, you had to cancel, he’d rearrange his schedule and happily settle for a short lunch or a simple morning coffee. Anything to have you to himself even if it was just for a few minutes; what mattered was seeing you. However, since mentioning he’s been under the weather, you insisted on cancelling the reservation you had made at a restaurant given that it was your night. Concerned about his comfort and health, you thought a hot, hearty minestrone soup and cozy night in might lift his spirits.

“I told you, Ray. You’re not helping tonight” you giggled, swatting his hand away from the bunch of carrots you’d finished peeling. “I promised I would take care of you tonight, didn’t I?”

“Well, yes. But I don’t think it’s fair to let you do all the cooking. I could help you prep at the very least.” His golden brows narrowed at you.

“You could, but you won’t because I won’t let you. Why don’t you go soak in a nice hot bath, hm? It’ll help you feel better.” You couldn’t help but smile at his persistence to help despite his nose bright pink from wiping with tissues; the teary eyes he occasionally rubbed behind his glasses that wouldn’t stop blinking nervously; the shoulders that were undoubtedly aching judging by the frequent massaging of his large hands. All very well-known signs of the common flu that he was very reluctant to admit even though he had already started taking medicine to cure it, being as stubborn as a mule. 

“I thought we were taking a bath together after dinner?”

“I know we usually do, but I think it might really help your flu.”  

“It’s just allergies, love.” He said flashing a cheeky smile.

“Allergies, huh?” You chuckled, shaking your head in disbelief. “Is it really that hard for you to let me take care of you?”

“Only when I know I should be the one taking care of you. It’s my fault we had to cancel dinner tonight. We wouldn’t have to be cooking at all and I just feel kinda guilty about it.”

“Sweetheart, you have nothing to feel guilty about. It’s not like you intentionally got sick. It happens.” Your smile reassured. “Besides, it was my idea to do this in the first place because I want you to get better. And part of getting better is to rest.”

“I’ll have plenty of time to rest later on.” He reached again for the carrots to chop them up. With a hand on his forearm, you stopped him and pulled him closer. Your hands fell to his waist as you looked up at his towering figure. He couldn’t hide the fact that he felt out of his element, unsure how to simply do nothing. Perhaps it was part of his nature, an emotional response defined by his rough upbringing or a habit of working for his boss, usually being the one carrying out orders and getting things done with very little hesitation. Whatever it was, you were certain of the fact that this was foreign to him. He was usually the one taking care, not being taken care of.

“Ray, I love you more than anything or anyone in the world. You know that. But you know what your problem is?” He stayed quiet to let you continue, watching you intently as his arms around your frame to lock his fingers together against your back once he set the dish towel down from wiping his hands. “Your problem is you don’t know how to be loved and that’s the saddest thing I’ve ever seen.”

He couldn’t be too sure if you were joking, judging by your smile, or if you were serious. A mix of emotions bubbled inside his chest. Should he feel embarrassed? Ashamed? Insulted? He’d never stopped to think about it before.

“Of course I do, love.”

“Then let me take care of you, hm? You know, I once heard that refusing to let someone do something nice for you is refusing to accept their affection. So will you pleaseee accept my affection and let me finish the soup? Don’t make me kiss you!” Having relieved some of his anxiety enough to pull a grin and nod in agreement out of him, you puckered up and stood on the tips of your toes chasing his lips with a playful giggle. The threat of a kiss was hardly ever really a threat; he would never pass up the opportunity to kiss you or deny the chance to savor your taste. However, Ray was paranoid enough with germs already and a kiss now would ignite of a never-ending cycle of sickness passing back and forth between you. Though it was the hardest thing to refuse, he knew he had to fight hard to resist the urge in order to fully recover. You hated the restrictions imposed for a limited amount of time, but you understood and respected them knowing fully well that Ray would make up for it.

“Alright, alright. I’ll go upstairs and take a bath, but only with the promise of lots of cuddles later on.”

“You got yourself a deal, babe.”

[waywardodysseys]

One To Grow On - Oneshot

Pairing: Raymond Smith x female reader

Warnings: cussing, SMUT, female oral receiving, unprotected sex (wrap it up), slight roughness

Author’s note: this character is from The Gentlemen

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You’re sitting at the wooden dining room table eating dinner when Ray walks in. You hear him place his keys on the kitchen island. Seconds later he walks up behind you and places a kiss on your temple.

“Sorry I’m late,” he whispers.

You shrug and take a sip of wine, “it’s not like tonight was special.”

Yet it was. You and Ray had been dating for three years.

Ray was consumed with working for Mickey and you were consumed with teaching. You still don’t know how you ended up being in a relationship with Mickey Pearson’s right-hand man. You were a lowly teacher walking home from work one day when a group of rowdy teenagers approached you, trying to rob you.            

Raymond had appeared with his slick accented voice threatening them. They all exchanged words. Eventually Raymond got fed up, moved his hand to his hip, revealing his gun. The group had become panicked and backed off.

He had then turned and looked at you.

“May I escort you home?” He had asked.

You had taken in his slicked back blond hair, blue-gray eyes behind the plastic red eyeglasses he wore. You had nodded your head in silence as you stepped away from the wall you had your back against. Your body was jittery from the near attempt on your life that the walk home was uneventful yet when Raymond walked you straight to your door, you couldn’t help yourself by placing a small kiss on his lips.

You had stepped away and looked at him sheepishly with a wicked smile. You had opened the door to your apartment, almost closed it but you had reached out with your hand, pulled him in. He didn’t stop you for paying him back for the rescue. Since then, it had been you and Raymond.

Now you lived under his roof, under his watchful eye. He kept you safe and secure. He loved you and needed you in his home when he returned from his long days with Mickey.

Your eyes now glide over to Raymond who’s leaning against the kitchen island. He shrugs off his jacket and sets it on the counter. He’s wearing a white button-down top which is covered by a black vest. A sleek black tie is tucked into the vest. His pants are black and tapered, held up with a sleek black belt with a simple silver buckle.

You grab your silverware, empty plate and wine glass. You make a b-line for the sink, avoiding his gaze and crossed arms.

Raymond knows you’re upset. He knows what day it is too.

“Y/N,” his voice his quiet.

“Please don’t,” you whisper.

Raymond walks to the dining table and takes a seat in front of the plate of food you had prepared for him. “Come here.”

You turn and face him. Part of you wants to leave him to eat alone, the other part of you desperately wants to walk over to him, sit in his lap and soak him up.

Your sinful side wins as you walk towards him, in your knee length black dress, and sit on his lap. You wrap an arm around his shoulder as his mouth nips at your neck. His beard sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. You feel his hand, which is light as a feather, travel up your inner thigh.

“Feed me dinner, while I get my dessert ready,” Raymond whispers as his fingers find your slit, “no underwear?”

You’re quiet as you suppress a moan. He was to be home over a couple of hours ago. You had been in a robe waiting for him to come home but when the food was ready you changed into a simple black dress and ate dinner alone.

Ray’s fingers dance along your slit as your body begins to hum under his touch.

“Ray,” you moan as you reach over and grab a forkful of food.

“Y/N,” Ray whispers as his thumb grazes your clit.

Your body’s flooded with heat as you move the fork towards his mouth. He opens his mouth as you move the fork closer. He closes his mouth around the fork, chews and swallows the food, and releases the fork.

“Delicious, but I want my dessert now.” Ray remarks as he looks at you with those blue-gray eyes.

You straddle his lap and with the strength he has Ray stands up. You wrap your legs around his waist as he wraps his arms around you. Your mouth feverishly at his as he walks you towards the bedroom.

Ray pulls away from you breathlessly as his legs hit the mattress. He gently leans down and lets you slide off him as you sit on the bed. You reach back to find your dress already unzipped. You pull it down and off your body.

Ray hisses at your naked flesh as he places a finger under your chin, dips his head down and brushes his lips against yours.

Your fingers move along his shoulders and through his hair. You bring him down on top of you as you lie back against the bed. Your hands move down his back, running over the fabric of his vest. You roll your hips up and feel his hardness through the material of his pants.

Ray pulls faintly away, “how many you want tonight?”

You grin as you trace his lips with a finger, “as many as you’re willing to give.”

Ray leans down, nips at your neck. His teeth gently pinch your skin. “One.”

You moan lowly, “more.”

Ray dips his head down and moves his mouth over the valley between your breasts. His teeth graze your skin as he moves his mouth up one breast. His tongue flicks the bud which causes you to arch your back and moan.

“Two.” He whispers as he moves to the other breast.

“Fuck Ray,” you moan as you arch your back again. Your hands grasping at the bedding underneath you.

“Two then?”

“No! More.” You whimper as his mouth moves down your stomach. His beard sending volts of heat through your body as his fingers dance along your slit again.

Ray stands up, which leaves your body cold and you immediately sit up.

“Keep the clothes on,” you ground out as you watch his hands move towards his tie.

Ray smirks as he reaches for his glasses instead. He throws them towards the nightstand as he kneels back on the bed in between your open legs. Ray leans back down and sweeps his mouth against yours.

“Three?” He pauses. “One for each year you’ve been with me.”

Your heart skips a beat. “You remembered?”

“I did. Mi—”

“Please don’t say that name in this bed,” you silence him with a lone finger to his lips.

Ray smirks, “we’ve had our trials and tribulations Y/N, but I wouldn’t want anyone else within these walls, in this bed, in my life. Only you.”

Fuck, you think. You knew Ray could be sentimental. You only saw that side of him when he was with you, alone and in the privacy of these four walls he made home.

Ray runs a finger down your cheek. It had been you since the day he had swooped in and stopped you from being robbed, or worse. He had walked you home, straight to your front door. He had seen the kindness in your eyes and the shyness in your smile and he let himself be dragged into your flat by your hand and he found home, over the course of time, with you.

Ray’s mouth finds yours. He knows you’re at a loss for words, you always are when he reveals his emotions to you. He knew it surprised you because of his line of work – drugs, money, sex, violence. Ray was a hardened man because of his job but with you he had found his heart.

You cup his cheeks and lift his mouth from yours, “I love you Raymond.”

“I love you Y/N,” Ray looks at you, “now let me ravish you and makeup for being late.”

You blush as Ray kisses his way back down your body. He settles between your open legs and dips his head. His tongue licks up your slit as his fingers open it.

“Fuck,” you hiss as your hands grasp the sheets when his tongue circles your clit.

Ray swirls his tongue around your clit then sucks on it as he hears you inhale a sharp breath and release a gasp and low moan. He knows your orgasm is rising inside of you as you move your hands to his head and run your fingers through his blond hair.

“Fu—Ray—mmm—fu,” you pant out in low moans as your orgasm reaches the edge.

Ray teases your clit lightly as your fingers apply pressure to his scalp.

“Ray!” You moan out loudly as your orgasm moves through your body and his tongue keeps lapping at the sensitive nub.

Your body trembles with aftershocks as another orgasm begins to build inside of you. Your heart is beating over a 100 miles per second as you begin to roll your hips, meeting the teasing licks of Ray’s tongue.

“Ray—fuuu—mmm,” you breathlessly pant as your toes curl and your second orgasm makes your body tremble under Ray’s tongue once again.

Seconds later Ray moves his mouth against one inner thigh, scraping his beard along your flesh. He knows this sends shivers down your spine and goosebumps across your skin.

One of your hands reaches for his absentmindedly, and you sigh as his hand finds yours and he interlocks fingers. He scrapes his beard along your other inner thigh. He grins to himself as he feels your body shiver and the light goosebumps under his mouth.

Ray kneels between your open legs and looks down at you. He takes in your Y/H/C hair, your Y/E/C eyes watching him as he lets go of your hand and begins undressing. He makes quick work of his vest, tie, and shirt.

You bite your lip as you reach out and run your hands up his muscular abdomen and chest. You lean forward and kiss his warm skin. You help him undo his belt and pants. You reach into his pants as he pushes them down his hips. Your hand finds his thick cock hard.

You stroke him slowly as you look up at him. You swirl your thumb around the tip as Ray leans down and brushes his lips against yours, not caring about tasting yourself on him.

Ray moans lowly as he pulls faintly away and runs a finger along your lips then jaw.

You see the pure lust he has in his eyes. You grin and remove your hand then lie back against the mattress as Ray slides off the bed and removes his pants hurriedly.

After he’s fully naked, Ray climbs back onto the bed then lies down. He watches as you sit up and straddle his body. He moans lowly as he watches you rise and wrap a hand around his cock. His moan becomes louder as he feels your pussy sink slowly onto his cock inch by inch.

Ray’s hands grasp your hips as you begin to roll them slowly back and forth. His eyes sweep over your body as you tilt your head and arch your back. He intakes a breath and releases it slowly as he feels your hands on his chest and your fingers digging in.

Ray thrusts up into you, trying to match the rolling of your hips. His own orgasm rising inside of him as your slick walls clutch him tightly inside of your wet and hot depths.

“Fu—mmm,” Ray moans lowly as his hands tighten on your hips.

You begin to pick up the pace of rolling your hips as you feel Ray tighten his hands on your hips. Another orgasm building rapidly inside of you as the grinding of your hips against his groin hits you in the right place.

“Ray,” you moan deeply as your fingernails dig into his flesh, leaving marks.

Ray sits up and thrusts into you roughly once, then twice. He wraps his arms around you as your body trembles inside his arms. He knows your orgasm is rolling through your body, and he still needs to climax himself.

“Ray,” you half moan, half whisper as you lazily wrap your arms around Ray’s shoulders.

“Y/N,” Ray whispers as he pulls you slowly down then flips you onto your back and lies between your open legs.

You reach up and place your hands on his shoulders as he begins thrusting in and out of you hungrily. Your body is spent, yet full of euphoria from the three promised orgasms he’s given you. His rapid thrusts are hitting you in the right place as you feel another orgasm rise inside of you.

You keep your eyes on his as Ray as he places a hand on your hip. His touch sends more heat through you as you feel his cock twitch inside of you.

“Y/N,” Ray pants before capturing your mouth with his.

You moan as you roll your hips up, getting the last few of thrusts to grind against you which causes you to dig your fingers into his shoulders and kiss him back deeply.

Ray feels your pussy pulsating around him as he empties himself inside of your depths. He pulls you up with one arm then wraps both around you as he lets the two of you sink slowly into the soft mattress.

Minutes later you and Ray pull away from one another. His eyes searching yours and yours searching his.

You cup his cheek and stroke his skin. “Four.”

Ray smirks, “one to grow on,” he pauses, “forgiven?”

You smile and laugh, “yes. You always know when you are.”

Ray kisses you lightly then whispers, “I love devouring my dessert. She’s the sweetest thing on this earth.”

[komotionlessqueenmm]

Imagine # 674

Gif NOT mine. (Found on Pinterest.)

If this gif is yours please let me know, so I can give you credit.

Gif credit goes to - Unknown.

Year posted - 2020

[willowsages-blog]

Summer plans: Will miller x female reader

- Sharing an ice cream cone together

- enjoying that feeling on the beach and being exhausted & ( feeling the suns warmth on his skin.

- feeding each other fresh berries, will presses the juice onto your lips,

- making date lists/ bucket lists

- wearing his favorite dress that will got for you.

[samcroslut]

Why Are You Wearing My Shirts? (Jax x Reader)

A/N: Hay guys! I know, I know, I’m a terrible person! but I just haven’t had any motivation to write and honestly, I’ve been binge watching Supernatural (6 seasons in two weeks, and that’s with school work. I’m proud!)

 Feedback and opinions are helpful and I hope you enjoy!

 The body was a complicated thing, all the little bolts and cogs working together; so when something was off, you knew. However, it was usual for you when things were late, or wanting food randomly. What was off thought: was the sickness. It was rare for you to get ill. Granted, you had had your fair share of colds, hell, you even had chickenpox when you were a kid. That doesn’t make up for the fact that you rarely just threw up at the smell of one of Jax’s fry ups. Which lead to now. Head down the bowl of the toilet, hair knotted from just waking up and the scent of frying bacon wafting through the air. Normally that smell would of forced you to zombie walk into the kitchen and eat anything in sight, but right now? It made you shove your head further in the bowl. Brushing your teeth and brushing through your mane of what you would call hair, you glanced up into the mirror in the bathroom and groaned. “Great. Looks like the dead’s alive today.” Sluggishly, you moved into the kitchen and dropped onto the kitchen chair. 

Jax was topless, arms working over the stove. The sight brought a smile to your face, knowing that he was yours. The muscles in his back contorting and pronounced made your mouth practically water. 

 “Morning, darling’. Breakfasts almost ready.” Now that statement made your mouth dry in an instant, the thought of food making your empty stomach heave.  

“No! No, uhm, I’m not hungry.” you rushed out whilst standing up and going over to the fridge. Reaching down, the top that covered the majority of your body hiking up, showing your panties. Just as your hands wrapped around the neck of the orange juice, you felt a harsh slap on your rear causing you to shoot back up and a deep blush cover your face. Rolling your eyes at him as your poured yourself a glass, the famous Teller smirk was his response. ~~~~ 

Over the next few weeks, the sickness was still there. You tried to shake it with everything: your grandma’s chicken soup, sleeping more, everything. But on the 3rd week, you were desperate. After booking an appointment with the doctors, a few blood tests and a little bit of waiting, you had the results. So taking a deep breath and being sat at the kitchen table, you opened the letter… Pregnant.  You read the letter over and over again, the truth not sinking in. We had just figured out a proper schedule with Abel and Thomas, and now this? The stress started to rise in your mind. Shaking your head and stuffing the letter back in its envelope, you decided to ignore it and find a way to break the news to Jax.

 ~~~~

 Everytime that you even attempted to tell Jax, the confidence left you. Even after talking and trying to hype yourself up, every damn time. But now you were two, going on three, months pregnant and it was near impossible to hide. To others, like the club, it was easy just wearing Jax’s tops and basically anything baggy, but with your husband? That’s another question. The intimacy and late night cuddles where he would wrap his arms around your stomach made you on edge. You wanted to tell him, you really did, but you just couldn't find the right words or moment for that matter.   

“I’m home!” the sound of his boots hitting the floor and the motorcycle keys hitting the table warmed your heart. It was mind blowing when he came home before eight, so the fact that he was home at six brought a smile to your face. Walking up behind him and snaking your arms around his waist, cheek pressed against his solid back, the silence lulling the two of you along. 

 “Well hello to you too.” Taking your hand and pressing a kiss to the top of it. You loved it when he was like this. As you pulled away from his body to sit on the top of the counter, his eyes clocked what you were wearing. His top and jeans.

 “Not that I have a problem with it, love, but why are you wearing my tops so much lately?” His voice wasn’t harsh or imposing, but calm and neutral. He just wanted to know. Sighing, you decided that now was better than ever. Hopping off the counter, you walked up to him slowly, as if he was a bomb waiting to explode.

 “I didn’t want anyone knowing before you but I couldn’t find a right way to say it because the boys and us have just found a routine and-”  Jax walks up to you, cupping your face and looking you in the eyes. 

“Hay, shhh, It’s okay. You can tell me, whatever it is.” The look in his eyes showed so much honestly and love that you felt bad for not telling him earlier, he deserved to know. Taking his hand and pulling up you top, placing his hand on your slight bulging stomach. You didn’t say a word, hoping that he would get the message. Needless to say, he did. His eyes shot up, glazed with hope and admiration.

 “Are.. are you sure?” You nodded, rubbing your thumb over his hand.

 “I just got the blood test results back about a week ago…” You whispered out, not wanting him to think that you have been keeping it from him. 

“I love you, you know that?” Your eyes watered at the confession that you had become so accustomed to, yet this time it felt different. Smiling and nodding, you kissed him, mumbling against his lips: 

“Yes, and I love you too.”  

[jaxteller87]

birthday boy

I had just gotten home from helping Gemma setting things up for Jax’ birthday party at the TM. We had gotten all the booze and the food set up so now all I needed was to get ready and pick up the birthday boy.

I was in the bedroom changing into a different and nicer outfit and heard Jackson talk to me from the bathroom.

“So I had a surprise for you,” he started, “but then I realized there’s a surprise party waiting for me at the club, so it’s going to have to wait,” I could hear the smile in his voice and I poked my head into the bathroom.

“Wait,” I said with a frown, “how on earth did you…”

“The way you and my mom kept whispering today, my favorite booze and food, it’s just a wild guess, baby,” he laughed at the look of my face, “but by the look on your face I can tell that I’m right,” he ran his hand through my hair.

“Yes,” I sighed and rolled my eyes.

“Don’t worry, Amber. I’ll act surprised,” he laughed at my annoyed face and I couldn’t help but smile.

“Fine,” I said, “and a surprise for me? It’s your birthday,” I left the bedroom and he followed along.

“Oh don’t worry honey, I’m going to enjoy this just as much as you,” he smirked.

“Oh Teller, what am I going do with you?” I giggled as we reached the front door.

“Well…” Jax started as we went out the front door and to the car.

 Everyone was at club to celebrate Jax - Bobby, Chibs, Opie, Donna, Clay, Gemma, they all looked happy to finally rewind and relax a little.

“I know it’s hard,” Donna came over and stood next to me, as we watched a bunch of croweaters swoon over our boys.

“I know Jax would never cheat on me,” I said with a confident voice as I took a sip of my coke, “he’s happy with me, but you’re right, it is hard to watch.

“Come on girls,” Tiggy emerged from behind the bar, “have a shot of tequila,” he beamed with that silly smile on his face and a bottle of tequila in his hand.

“How about whiskey, Tiggy? If I drink tequila, I’ll be in the bathroom for the rest of the night,” I turned to him and smiled, and he laughed briefly.

“Whiskey it is,” he said as he sat the tequila down and replaced it with a bottle of whiskey, as he poured me a shot.

“Cheers,” Donna said and clinked our glasses together before we downed them in one go.

“Holy crap, that burn,” I said as the whiskey went down my throat and left a warm sensation in its path.

“I’m going to get another plate of food, do you want some?” Donna sat down the shot glass and started walking to the table with food.

“Yes please, just get me anything,” I smiled, and she nodded as a response.

I’m not a big drinker, but I thought that since it was Jax’ birthday I would try and partake a little in their drinking culture. Every so often Jax would scout over at me and give me a comforting smile, as to make sure I was having a good time. I was fine, mostly because I had Donna around, it was nice to have someone who understood how it was to be an old lady and have all the ladies fall over your man constantly.

 A while later I found myself sitting on the bench outside, I needed some fresh air and the inside was getting a bit too crowded and hot.

“There’s my old lady,” Jax said as he stepped outside to find me looking at the night’s sky.

When he was in my reach, I playfully smacked his ass and laughed, “that ass is mine, remember that, Teller.”

“Yes ma’am,” he smiled and sat down next to me with his legs over mine.

“Are you having a good time, babe?” I whispered as he kissed my forehead.

“Yeah, I am,” he kissed my neck and bit my earlobe and I couldn’t help but giggle.

“Jax,” I smiled, and he leaned closer to let his lips gently brush against mine, “you’re such a tease,” I whispered and unwillingly rolled my eyes.

“You love it,” he smirked and placed his hand on my thigh. “Why don’t we get out of here?” he leaned his mouth as close to my ear as it could get and whispered before he started nibbling my ear again causing me to whimper.

“What about…” I started as I looked back at the room behind us packed with people.

“Naah, they’ll be okay without me,” Jax said as he quickly looked back before returning his attention to me.

Jax was right, we hurried up and left without anyone noticing.

 When we got home, I was lying under the blanket in the bed, as I waited for Jax who was in the bathroom. I busted out with a small laugh as he came out only wearing his kuttle.

He looked at me with raised eyebrows and my reaction was to remove the blanket and revealing my bare body to him.

“Great minds think alike,” he smirked before he crawled into bed with me.

“So let me guess,” I whispered as I felt Jax nuzzling my neck, “this was my surprise?”

He knew how it always turned me on when he only wore his kuttle sometimes when we have sex. Both of us couldn’t control ourselves for long and before I knew it we were moving together in a slow but sensual rhythm. Jax carefully picked me up and placed me on his lap. He held me tight with his arms around me and I moaned as he slipped deeper inside of me. He started rocking me slowly back and forth in his lap, and I can’t keep my hands or my lips off of him as I constantly kiss and nib on his shoulder.

“Don’t stop,” my breathing gets heavier and Jax held my body tight against his as he started to rock me harder and faster.

Moans filled the room as we both came together and for a while afterwards Jax just held me tight before we laid down in each other’s arms. “What?” he asked and kissed the top of my head as I was looking at him intensely.

“I feel like you got cheated tonight, babe,” I giggled, “we did all my favorite things in bed, but it’s your birthday.”

“Amber,” he laughed at my statement and stroked my hair, “hearing you moan and say my name like that is the best gift I could get,” he smirked and kissed the tip of my nose.

“Oh Jax,” I slapped his chest softly, “you spoil me,” I snuggled even closer to him and enjoyed his warm skin against mine.

“I love spoiling you, no matter if it’s here in the bedroom or anywhere else,” his hand started to run down my back sending tingles up my spine.

“So really, did you have fun tonight, babe?” I gave him a few kisses on his chest.

“Yes, I did. You and my mom know how to throw a party,” he tightened his arms around me and kept stroking my back with his hand.

It didn’t take long before we both drifter off to sleep in each other’s arms.

[paradiseinaverno]

Stubborn~King Arthur x Reader

This was a prompt request by a very kind anonymous user! Thank you so much!

Prompt: #8, “Y/N no-“ “Y/N YES”

Warnings: idk a bit of blood, swords, the usual medieval stuff, bit of swearing

Notes: should I do a second part? i wanna do a second part. y’all with me? Also, E/C stands for Eye Colour.

Generally, Arthur didn’t disagree with Y/N much. They got along well, and even backed each other up against the Vikings-Arthur needed to get Lucy’s money, and Y/N needed a thrill of adventure.

And a few coins too.

However, Y/N had a habit of getting into trouble. A lot of trouble.

When the Blacklegs first came knocking, she had slipped from her perch on the roof-right onto the second in command. Arthur had to go through a bit of trouble to convince them that she meant no harm, even though he could see the glint of her dagger just in her belt.

This led to him promptly pulling her against him, which led to her elbowing him slightly.

“She’s with me,” he’d said, and that was that.

When Arthur was being held by Vortigern, she had swooped in after the eagle, freeing his bonds and pulling him along.

“Run, you idiot!” She had screamed at him. When they reached the end of the cliff, she pulled him along with her, landing in the water abruptly.

So now, walking along the road with the little party, Arthur felt something was going to go wrong. He kept looking back at Y/N, who seemed to be getting irritated with every glance.

“Is there a problem?” She snapped. His cheeks turned a deep scarlet, and he stumbled over his words, mortified to have been caught staring.

“It’s-I um-yeah-“

“He’s been staring at you for a while,” Bedivere replied, chuckling.

Y/N scowled, urging her horse to go faster. The knot in Arthur’s stomach turned and, despite the fact that he was still bound by his hands, he kicked his horse, which also cantered.

“Wait! Don’t go there!” He cried out, making Y/N turn back at him momentarily. Then her horse skidded to a stop, throwing small stones off the edge of the cliff face.

“That looks interesting to fall into,” She mused aloud. Arthur looked at her with wide eyes.

“Y/N, no-“ he warned, knowing of her daring nature. Her face contorted into a devilish smirk.

“Y/N YES!” She announced, jumping off her horse and to the cliff edge. Her feet had just left the ground, and in that split second, Arthur had grabbed onto the hemming of her dress, and then they were both falling slowly in mid-air, her hair blowing up softly in the breeze.

It was then that Arthur looked at her, really looked at her. Her eyes looked back at him-a beautiful E/C shade. They looked afraid, slightly alarmed, with a hint of excitement.

He took hold of her hand as they fell, squeezing it tight.

Not long after, they both felt the impact as they hit the ground. Luckily, the cliff wasn’t as steep as they originally thought, so when Y/N landed on Arthur, she was very grateful for his muscular frame, else they’d both be dead-or in the very least, very, very broken, had they fallen a metre further.

“You alright?” He asked, holding on to her arms. Y/N looked up at him.

“Quite. Although, I think my ankle-ouch!” She winced, crumpling to the ground. Arthur sighed-for all her skill, Y/N was not quite as…adept at being free from accidents.

Arthur took a look at it.

“You’ve sprained it.”

“And you’d know this how, Arthur?”

“I’ve spent enough time with George to know what a sprained ankle looks like.”

“I’m fine,” she said, gritting her teeth as she got up and turned. Immediately, the searing pain in her foot took over and she fell once more.

“Y/N. I’ll carry you back.”

“I’m not weak!”

“No one’s saying you are. Just accept the help, darling.”

“Fine. But I’m not your darling.”

————

The night was peaceful, Bedivere noted-everyone was sleeping, without any interruptions. Everyone except for him, Arthur and Y/N, of course. The two were laughing as they sat by the fire, Arthur bandaging her sprained ankle, Y/N chuckling fondly at his jokes.

The pair got on well together, he noted. Perhaps when Arthur was on his rightful throne someday, then Bedivere would tell him the truth about Y/N.

Namely the fact that Y/N and Arthur were betrothed once.

For now, however, he simply shut his eyes and drifted off to sleep, smiling at the sound of their laughter.

[winchester-writes]

A Queen for the King #12

Summary: With a righteous blow, Arthur defeated Vortigern, destroyed the looming tower, and had taken his rightful place on the throne, vowing to do whatever was necessary to defend the kingdom, and her people. He was a King of the people; honest, compassionate, hard working. Everything that Vortigern was not. There was just one thing missing; the woman he was betrothed to as a child. There is a saying, after all; every king needs a queen. Characters in this chapter: Arthur Pendragon, female reader, Uther Pendragon II [omc], Blue, Bedivere, Wet Stick, Adeline Pendragon [ofc], King Henry Denholm, Prince Alexander Denholm Pairing: Arthur Pendragon x female reader Word Count: 1,851 Warnings: FLUFF & ANGST. We're not messing around.  Author’s Note: Thank you so much for all the support and positivity you have shown us! This series would be nothing without you.

Co-written with @mrs-squirrel-chester

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  Releasing the boy’s wrist, Arthur set his hand on Blue’s shoulder. “What I said that day was out of line. I do not think you understand how scared you made me when Y/N woke me saying you were missing.”

“You's got a funny way of showin’ it boss. You always tellin me the stuff I do wrong or pointin’ out all my mistakes.” Blue wiped his face with the back of his sleeve, sighing heavily, frustration and sadness weighing him down.

“I only do that so you can fix them and they're usually so small, no son of mine wi-”

The both of you heard Blue gasp, it was small but it was there, “S-Son…?”

Arthur gave a giant grin and pulled Blue into a hug of his own. “Yes Blue, you're my son. I'm so immensely proud of the young man that you've become and are becoming. I’d be honored if you'd let me continue to call you my son?”

Blue got a grin on his face wider than Arthur's as he nodded furiously.

“Arthur!” His name fell from your lips the moment you saw him in the training field. Turning around, he saw you, skirts bunched in your hands, running towards him with a giant grin on your face. He turned towards Bedivere and Wet Stick with a confused expression as if they knew what you were coming to tell him, but they both shrugged.

Arthur thought you were going to stop but you took him by surprise when you both toppled to the ground, the both of you laughing before you kissed him hard on the lips. Arthur pulled away when he remembered people were surrounding the two of you.

“My love, I suggest we go back to our chambers for this.” He smirked up at you as he tucked a piece of hair behind your ear.

After smacking his shoulder lightly, you pecked his nose, the wide grin never leaving your face. “I have wonderful news to tell you.”

“News that was worth pushing me to the ground?” He asked trying to sit up but you wouldn’t allow him.

“Arthur... I’m pregnant.”

The look on his face the moment the words left your mouth was what you were hoping for. There was a sparkle in his eyes, one you would have missed if you weren't staring right into his beautiful blue orbs, a sparkle of pure love and adoration.

“I'm to be a father again?”

The emotions built up within you and the lump in your throat made it hard to speak out loud, your answer barely leaving your lips as a whisper, “Yes, my love.”

“Whoa! There's a baby in mama’s tummy?!” Uther asked in awe as the two of you had sat him and Blue down to tell them the news that night after dinner. Uther turned to Arthur, utter confusion written on his face.

“Daddy how it get there?” He pointed to your stomach and bent down getting close. “Baby, can you’s hear me?!”

You and Arthur, even Blue, couldn't help the laughter at the way Uther was reacting, but he was still unsure as to what was going on and how his mother had a baby growing inside of her belly. He held his little hands up and shrugged, his lips puckered out in an annoyed expression. “What so funny?”

Brushing his hair to the side, you leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to his forehead, “Nothing little one, we aren't laughing at you so do not fret.”

Uther gave a smile, accepting what you said and climbed into Arthur's lap, setting his little hands on Arthur's shoulders. “Daddy, you not love dis baby more than me, right? I number one boy?”

You sucked in the small gasp before it even left your mouth, this was something you didn't want him to feel, left out and replaced. Blue must have sensed how you felt and placed a hand on your shoulder before you wrapped your arms around him in a hug.

“Uther you will always be my number one boy.” Arthur snuggled his nose against Uther’s. “But when momma has this baby, both of us are going to have to help her.  This baby is going to be very tiny and won't be able to do things like you can. Can you do that for me? Can you help me and momma take care of it?”

Uther nodded his head in excitement and threw his arms up. “Yeah!”

“Alright, the two of you, off to bed,” You spoke up, earning a groan from both of them.

“Blue, you know you are allowed to stay up later but you have to stay in your room. No more wandering out to steal a snack in the middle of the night. Uther, I want you in your bed by the time I come to say goodnight. Now go on.”

In unison they got off your bed, Uther jumped on Blue and at the same time both said, “Goodnight mother and father.”

Once the door creaked shut, you looked over at Arthur with tears in your eyes. “D-Did you hear that?”

Arthur nodded with a bright smile before bringing you in to kiss your lips softly. “I did, my love. You need your rest as well. I'll go make sure they're asleep.”

“Thank you.”

Arthur stood outside the large wooden doors that lead to your bed chambers, your screams filling the entirety of the hall. He wrung his hands together in front of him as he paced back and forth. It was taking much longer than when Uther was born and his nerves were more on edge.

“Mate, it's going to be okay. She's strong,” Wet Stick spoke from behind him, sitting in a chair as he watched his friend continue to pace, only now he was biting his nails.

“Why is it taking so long?” Arthur grumbled out only seconds before he heard you give one final scream and then there was the sound of a baby crying. His whole body seemed to relax the moment the doctor walked out holding a bundle of blankets. Bowing before handing over the delicate bundle.

“Congratulations your majesty, the mother is doing perfectly fine and looks like the two of you now have a beautiful Princess.”

Arthur felt as though his heart was about to beat out of his chest. A girl. Never in his wildest dreams did he ever think that he would have a daughter. She looked so small and fragile as he held her in his giant calloused hands. “May I see my wife now?”

“We are cleaning her up your majesty, you can see her whe-”

Arthur didn’t let the doctor finish, walking into the bedroom, smiling brightly when he saw you smiling weakly up at him. “My love, what is it?”

“We have a girl.” Arthur moved to sit down next to you before handing the little girl over, kissing the top of your head the moment she was transferred from his hand to the skin of your chest. “We have a beautiful Princess. What shall we name her?”

“Adeline. Adeline Pendragon.” You spoke softly as your finger traced down her soft quaint nose.

Arthur’s smile couldn’t get any bigger as he looked down at the two beautiful girls in his life, he set his fingers under your chin, bringing his lips down on yours. “I love it.”

It had been a week or so since the announcement to the Kingdom was made that the King and Queen now had a daughter. Within that week, many of the village people climbed up to the castle to bring gifts to your precious Adeline. Most were hand crafted toys while others were hand crafted clothes. All in all she was already loved and spoiled by her people.

As of now, all of you were sitting in the throne room, a special guest was to arrive today; a King from a neighboring country. Arthur and yourself were not told of the reason behind his visit, but he knew it was very important that the three of you meet.

The next morning, he was announced as he stepped through the doors, King Henry Denholm and his son Prince Alexander Denholm. You stayed seated in your throne, holding Adeline closely while Arthur stood to greet the guests. Uther and Blue were off in the corner playing, you could only hear their giggles, for your eyes never left the young boy standing in front of you. He looked to be about the age of seven, maybe eight. He had fair dirty blonde hair, and when he walked up to you, after his father had done the same to kiss your hand, you noticed his chestnut brown eyes.

Arthur moved to sit back down in his own throne next to you when the King and Prince took a couple steps back out of respect.

Henry opened his arms and gave a smile. “I am here today to ask that the hand of your daughter go to my son, Alexander.”

Arthur sat up in his chair, and by his posture, you knew this wasn’t going to end well. Needless to say you were just as shocked when the words left Henry’s mouth. “What?”

“I’m merely stating that when…”

Arthur waved his hand, effectively silencing the neighboring King. “I know good and well what you are stating. You are stating that my daughter be wed to your son when they are old enough. Adeline is barely a week old here, and you’re already trying to make these decisions. Are you barking mad?”

“I-I beg your pardon Arthur, this is something of high importance. Our two countries united and allied.”

You lay your hand on Arthur’s forearm when he moved to stand, which was something you were not going to let happen. Already foreseeing the outcome of his anger, leaving the guest on the ground with a bloodied nose, King or not. Arthur was highly protective over his family.

“My love, remember, we were betrothed the moment we left the womb,” you stated calmly, hoping you could get his nerves to settle.

Arthur scoffed. “This is different, this is my daughter. I will not force her into any relationship she does not wish to be in.”

Nodding your head, you knew this was a discussion for later in private. You stood slowly, handing over Adeline to the maid that was standing beside you. Clasping your hands in front of you, you made your way down the steps until you were standing in front of Henry. “You are more than welcome to stay as the King and I discuss your proposal. Until a decision has been reached, there shall be no more talk of whom my daughter is and is not marrying.”

King Henry thought for a moment before he bowed his head. “Of course Y/N.”

Bending down to his level, you ran your hand through Alexander's hair and down his face to cup his cheek. “My sons, Uther and Blue, are over there playing, I know you’re dying to join them. Go on.”

The smile on your face got wide when he finally smiled and took off in the direction of the other boys. Straightening your posture you looked back at King Henry. “If you will excuse us, someone will take you to your room shortly, but my husband and I have many things to discuss.”

Without waiting for his answer, because technically you didn’t need one, you turned around and took Adeline from the maid, laying a hand on Arthur’s shoulder. His muscles instantly relaxing under your touch. “Come now, my love, there’s nothing more to say.”

Arthur looked up at you and stood, knowing it would be better to listen to you than let his anger out irrationally.

Once making it out of the throne room and into your chambers, you set Adeline down in her beautiful white lace crib. You turned to face a still seething Arthur. “Arthur… you need to consider-”

“I am considering nothing here, Y/N. This betrothal is never happening. Not now, not ever, and not to my baby girl.”

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