#charlie hunnam drabble

[ofcourseiwillmydarling]

❗I accidentally deleted the draft where I answered to the ask so I'm reposting it like this. Anyway, TYSM anon ! Means a lot to me ! I always feel like what I'm writing makes absolute no sense LOL. I hope you enjoy! 🫡🩵

a/n: Tomorrow I go back to class but we're up to a slow start, so I'll try to post as much as I can during these months ! If you guys have any other requests - about any soa character (both male and female) - dont be shy to send them, I have so much fun doing these & I looove hearing your thoughts ! ♡

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TW: mean !Jax & rough sex.

"Aw fuck - darlin' - what'd he do?" Your eyes are puffy and red - lashes clumping together from your tears - lips swollen from biting them. Jax makes a soft mouth sound as he sweeps his thumb over your cheekbone, rubbing slow, soft circles meant to soothe you.

"Clay," you sob. "He said I was jus' a cheap lay to you," your voice cracks and more tears fall across your pathetic, broken expression. "Jesus Christ," He hisses between clenched teeth. He's seething. "Where is he?"

You shake your head, digging your fingers into the lapels of his vest. "He left," you murmur. "Jus' leave it alone." The words hitched in your throat - blathering something incoherent.

"Baby," he urges. He can hear your heart beginning to thump - pounding too hard and too fast against your chest. "You're with me. You're okay." He rubs his cheek firmly against your own - skin sheathed in cool sweat - his nose probing your hairline.

It ends like it always does. He threads his fingers through your hair - tugging the strands gently - before he crashes his mouth against yours. "I love you."

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He wraps his fingers around the bends of your knees - forcing them apart. He is hard between your legs; tip leaking and heavy as it presses against your belly. Fisting his cock, he sinks into you in one brutal stroke. He's meaner today. He had hurt you with his words, even when he'd slam the thick of him inside your cunt till you'd bruise, but it never mattered. You were too in love for it to ever matter. This was for him. Not you.

You don't know the specifics about his 'jobs' - he couldn't tell you - but you do know the state that he comes home in. You let him use you as he needs.

"Jackie," You mewl - brow wrinkling in discomfort - as you reach for him. You're full of him. You wonder if you could feel him if you placed your hand on your belly. You cradle the hinge of his jaw and you're blathering against the slope of his cheekbone. You hiccup and sniff - you couldn't help it - he's stretching you apart and it aches something fierce. "Quit whinin'." he bits out as he hits balls deep - cock hitting something deep and sensitive inside of you.

You meet each thrust - even though your cunt is raw - lifting your hips to take his cock again and again. "Don't stop - fuck - m'close." He rolls his hips into you - grinding his pelvic bone against against the peak of your sex - knocking a sharp cry from your kiss-swollen lips. Rough and sharp. It's aggressive and a little ugly - still, you kiss him like you're dying.

He tightens his grip on your waist as you writhe against his hold. He ducks his head - rubbing his cheek firmly against yours - as he presses deeper. He can feel you tighten up - muscles clamping down his length - and fucks you through it. "That's it," he exhales against your teeth - you feel his cock pulse inside you - hips stuttering against your own. "Fuck - I love you."

Still — he leaves. But oh - it feels just like love.

[dallianceangel]

I’m Not Proud Of It

Writing this has given me another idea for a fic 💗

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You slip out of the clubhouse wearing the same clothes you wore last night, grinning as your mind plays back the wild night you had with Chibs. As you head toward the exit, Jax catches you as he works on fixing a motorcycle in Teller-Morrow. His gaze follows you, and he grows suspicious as he notices Chibs licking his lips, a subtle sign of the recent encounter he had with his girlfriend’s daughter.

Jax lowers his voice. “You and her...?”

Chibs sighs, nodding his head. “Aye, but you know, I’m not proud of it.”

Jax chuckles, not believing a single word. “Yeah, right. I bet you felt proud last night.”

Chibs smiles, but it soon fades when his girlfriend’s face flashes in his mind and the guilt resurfaces. “It shouldn’t have happened.”

Jax goes back to fixing what he is working on, but continues the conversation. “Was it just the once?”

Chibs’ silence gives Jax the answer he suspected, it’s happened more than once. “Fuck.”

Chibs sighs, the guilt eating away at him. A little while later, during lunchtime, your mom arrives outside Teller-Morrow, cheerful and unaware of the situation. She heads into the office and greets Chibs with a warm smile, holding a bag of delicious goodies.

“Hey, love,” she says, giving Chibs a kiss on the cheek. “I brought us some lunch.”

Chibs forces a smile. “Hey, doll. I’m so hungry.”

As she talks to Chibs over lunch, his phone buzzes in his pocket. Chibs discreetly checks it—it’s a text from you. He fights back a smile as he reads the message.

"Last night was hot. Round two later? 😏"

Chibs quickly types back, his heart racing: “You’re trouble, lass. We’ll need to be careful.”

[theesirenteller]

ANGEL TEARS | Jax Teller.

Bunny stood in the doorway, arms crossed as she watched Jax pace back and forth in the dimly lit room. His hands ran through his hair, tugging at the strands in frustration. The tension between them was palpable, a thick cloud that neither had the courage to dispel.

“I’m not over you,” Jax finally admitted, his voice raw with emotion. He stopped pacing, turning to face Bunny, his eyes pleading for some kind of understanding. “I love her, but...”

“But what?” Bunny cut in, her voice wavering between anger and hurt. “You can’t just say that to me and expect it to be okay. I’m not a consolation prize, Jax.”

Jax took a deep breath, struggling to find the words. “Daydreams of fear, just another tear,” he murmured, almost to himself. “A tear that makes it seem real, again. You don’t understand, Bunny. She flows straight through me, like wine, again.”

“Then why are you here?” Bunny demanded, stepping forward, her eyes locking onto his. “Why come back to me if she’s everything to you?”

Jax looked at her, his expression tortured. “Riding into the Sun… what can I do? You’re everything to me, everything. I can’t quite tell you enough, again. I’m going through it now, back again.”

Bunny shook her head, tears brimming in her eyes. “It’s not that easy, Jax. It’s easy but it depends. You can’t keep doing this, keep tearing me apart every time you’re unsure. I deserve more than this.”

Jax took a hesitant step toward her, his voice barely a whisper. “I know, Bunny. I’m sorry. I just... I don’t know what to do without you.”

Bunny looked at him, the pain in her heart reflected in her eyes. “Then figure it out, Jax. Because I can’t keep waiting for you to decide if I’m worth it.”

[damsel-in-mistress]

dramione drabble - 328 words

Terrible Angel

by damsel_in_mistress (ao3)

Setting: second wizarding war, post-Hogwarts

He stares into the jagged piece of a mirror amidst the rubble, cracks pulling across the dulled surface like a spider’s web, and all that’s alive in the unmoving reflection is a pair of silvery eyes, ablaze with the feverish intensity of hunger.

[hotdamnhunnam]

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Charlie: chocolate, mouth, fingers

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Charlie Hunnam x GN!Reader

chocolate • mouth • fingers

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“Is there any pleasure in life greater than eating chocolate in bed?”

You roll your eyes as Charlie flops down next to you. “Yes, quite a few. Here I was gonna give you head, but seems you’ve got a bigger hard-on for that chocolate bar instead.”

His eager fingers gleefully unwrap his after-dinner treat; he knows just how annoyed you get when little brown specks end up all across the sheets. “Not such a bad idea if we both have something to eat—I’ve got my sweet... why don’t you get that pretty mouth down on your favorite piece of meat.”

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[daarkink]

drabble thingy. jax teller fluffy.. snuggle kiss home

JAX TELLER - Snuggle ♡ Kiss ♡ Home.

Thank you for requesting!

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The club has been taking too much of Jax's time lately. Dealing with new threats and problems that don't stop coming their way, he misses spending time with you.

After a long day planning with the rest of the Sons, at 2 AM he's finally ready to got back home to you.

Although you're in bed, you're never fully asleep, always waiting for him to get back to you no matter how late it is.

You can hear the rumble of Jax's bike at your driveway, soon enough stopping. Not long after he's quietly entering your shared bedroom, careful not to make much noise.

Still with your eyes closed you can feel where he is in the room, you can hear him get undressed and not long after, pull the covers back so he can snuggle up to you in bed. You love the feeling of his bare torso on your back and rhe way he puts his strong arms around you.

You hum a little in response, taking his hand and intertwining your fingers. Bringing it up to your lips so you can lay a few kisses on his skin. He hugs you a little tighter and kisses the back of your head, the worries of his day melting away as you lay in his arms.

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[yikeswtfmate]

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Anon asked: Hi. Your Raymond fics are always sooo amazing, thank you so much for them! Umm... Could I request 22. and 28. from the list, where the reader is Ray's wife and decides to do his job in Mickey's business when he gets ill? Thank you and sorry if this is too specific.

A/N: i hope this makes sense, babe! I’ve written it while on a massive writer’s block so hopefully you’ll like it!

[warnings: language; mentions of violence]

22. Oh, you’re just grumpy.

28. You call this luck? No, this is all skill.

“I don’t like this.” He mutters.

Y/N can only see the top of his head as he covers his mouth with a blanket from the mound he’s buried under. A coughing fit takes over him and she can’t do anything but wait for it to pass. Her fingers stroke his forehead, pushing the overgrown hair backwards, thankful that at least his fever finally broke.

“Babe, I’m not letting you out of bed today and Mickey really needs those deals sealed. I’ve been with you on enough work trips to be able to handle it, ok?”

“I don’t want you to get shot.” He grumbles and reaches for her hand.

“I won’t. I’m an excellent shot, and you know it because you taught me.” She giggles and squeezes his fingers.

Five hours later, Raymond is woken up from a fitful sleep by a call from Bunny. His worst fears wash right over him, making his spine tingle with more than the cold that is currently in his bones. He sits up in bed, feet on the floor, ready to put on a jacket and jeans and go kill whoever dared touched his wife.

“She’s fine. She shot all of his men before they even took a step further.” Bunny says as way of greeting, knowing full well what Ray’s protectiveness over Y/N could bring about. “We’re on our way over, dropping her off. You can yell at her.”

So when Y/N steps foot in the house, followed by Mickey, Bunny and Big Dave, Raymond is ready to shout until his throat is raw again. He assesses the damage – blood on all of their shirts, a cut above Dave’s eyebrow, but nothing major. He leans on the back of the sofa, arms crossed, and waits for an explanation.

“Hi, baby!” She says cheerily, completely ignoring the furious look on his face.

“Don’t ‘hi, baby’ me.” He grunts and turns to Mickey. “What the fuck went wrong? I thought you were just going to talk about expanding the lab.”

“Yeah, the fucker decided it’d be a good idea to hand over everything to the Italians, so we were kind of ambushed.”

Mickey takes a seat on the couch, pouring himself a glass of scotch. Dave and Bunny just silently move over to the kitchen to put a kettle on, trying to not get dragged into the conversation that will follow. Y/N tip toes around Ray, the same thought going through her head, and she joins the two men behind the kitchen island. They’re all paying attention to every uttered word, as they take out mugs, tea, sugar and milk in the utmost silence.

“And why the fuck was my wife dragged in the middle of it?”

“She wasn’t dragged into anything.” Mickey waves his hand dismissively. “She literally shot three of their guys before any of us could react. Apparently something about them looking strangely at her?”

Ray then turns to Y/N who just smiles innocently. A half shrug and she doesn’t offer much as way of explanation. “They were looking at my tits too insistently and I didn’t like it.”

“Well, you were lucky. You could’ve been killed.”

“You call this luck? No, this is all skill. I know how to read people better than you, babe, but you just won’t admit it.”

Mickey chuckles, gaze following the two like a tennis match. He can’t help but notice the similarities between his own wife and Y/N. After all, they’re not sisters for nothing; apparently the stubborn cunning runs in the family.

Raymond takes in a deep breath and he rubs the bridge of his nose. Y/N simply brings over the mugs of steaming tea, as they all finally settle around the coffee table. She forces her husband to sit next to her, pulling at his arm until it’s around her. He grunts, but finally lets her cuddle herself into his side.

“You’re not allowed to get involved in this anymore. I’m going back to work tomorrow.”

“Oh, you’re just grumpy I’m a better shot than you are.” She rolls her eyes but kisses his cheek with a loud noise.

“And you’re not coming back to work tomorrow. You’re a fucking mess, mate.” Mickey adds.

“And you lot are the ones to talk.” Raymond barks and points to their sorry states.

“You should have seen the other guys.”

Ray looks down at his wife and raises his eyebrows. “Is this really a time to piss me off even more, love?”

“If I don’t who will then?”

[laurfilijames]

It really does!! That moustache is 🥵 It's an outcry there isn't more out there for him but I'm going to link an absolutely yummy little drabble by an extremely talented Hunnam Hoe like us for you to check out as well! @hotdamnhunnam has written SO MUCH for Charlie and his characters and I can't wait to have the time to go through all of her fics, but what I've read so far has been phenomenal.

There's something about forbidden sex that's just so hot and u had to add a little bit of it in this just for ✨effect✨

While I wasn't a huge fan of the film itself and the aspects of canon, I really think Percy is a sweet man who would love so good and so hard (😏) and I was happy to write this for him!

Thank you for reading and enjoying this!! 💗💗

For So Long

Pairing: Percy Fawcett x female reader

Words: 3k

Warnings: Rated E, 18+. Fingering. Unprotected intercourse.

Summary: All the time spent yearning for each other is finally rewarded when Percy returns home from war, fulfilling every shared desire.

A/N: And here we are yet again ignoring the plot and events of a film and throwing canon right out the window because I like this better! I had this idea a while ago and was finally able to finish it, so as random as this is (and not what I should've been working on) enjoy!! A big thank you to @spaghettificationandpretzels for the beautiful banners and also to @wackyharpy for both of you showing so much encouragement and excitement for this story! 💗

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The town had been spirited and bustling for days; everyone anxiously preparing for a long-awaited arrival.

The soldiers were coming home.

Your soldier was coming home.

Letters had been exchanged over the course of the months Percy had been away, his handwriting enough to temporarily sate how much you had been missing him, but now that his return was happening within a matter of hours or days, your heart ached for him even more.

The first set of troops rode in the day prior, the streets lined with all the loved ones left behind who had prayed endlessly for their husband, father or son to be among the ones alive and safe, your heart in your throat the entire time as you scanned through the war-torn faces for a glimpse of the man who didn’t even belong to you yet.

You busied yourself as much as you could to preoccupy your restlessness, baking bread and even a small cake to celebrate, but even as much as you attempted to drag out all your chores, you ended up completing them too quickly and left yourself with even more time to spare in agony.

A long exhale blew through your lips as you swept the stable floor for the third time that day, watching the dust stir up and dance in the sun’s rays that were shining in through the open doorway, the smell of fresh straw in each stall and the distant sound of the horses whinnying in the pasture closest to you helping to calm you.

It was a beautiful day to go riding, the need to gallop through the vast fields with the sun on your face and the wind in your hair calling to you, but without Percy it didn’t seem as appealing.

It was how you met and quickly became your routine; you caring for the horses used by the military, your introduction to Major Fawcett nothing short of electrifying, drawing you to each other at any given opportunity. You would spend hours together out in the fields, riding to places you hadn’t discovered yet, the day ticking by without care as your focus was simply on each other, the lingering looks shared from atop your mounts something you would never be able to erase from your memory.

Charged glances weren’t the only things shared, the tension that had grown between you over the time knowing each other building with every brush of his hand against yours, how his lips would hover so closely to yours that you could feel his breath, waiting to give in to every desire the moment he said to.

“I would have thought you would be in the crowd with everyone else, but I should have expected to find you here instead.”

Percy’s smooth, low voice echoed behind you in the quiet of the stables, causing you to freeze before whipping around, throwing your broom to the ground as you took two quick strides toward him, his bright smile greeting you along with his laugh.

“Percy!” you exclaimed, your eyes dancing over every part of him as your brain worked to believe he was standing before you, your hands instinctively landing on his forearms where you gripped at him through his uniform.

His chuckle continued as he pulled you into his embrace, holding you so closely you could feel your hearts hammering through your chests against each other’s, his hands carefully gliding up the length of your back where he paused and gave a gentle squeeze. His face dipped to nuzzle the side of your neck, his long inhale replacing his laugh as he breathed you in, the intimacy of such a simple act making your eyes close as you in turn did the same.

“How I missed you,” he whispered, his nose grazing against your ear as he moved away slowly, feeling his moustache tickling your skin in his retreat.

His blue eyes were bright as he looked at you with complete adoration, his smile creeping across his full lips until all the creases that flanked his mouth were revealed to you.

“Shall we?” he asked, nodding his head in the direction of the rolling hills and forests, his suggestion to go for a hack made without saying.

“Are you not tired?”

You watched his expression change to something curious, his head tilting slightly while his smile remained.

“Never too tired for you.”

It was all perfect; the entire afternoon spent exchanging stories as you rode along, the weather working to keep you out for as long as you possibly could be, your cheeks sore from smiling so much.

Percy was leading, taking you through a narrow path that led to a small opening, the sound of a creek running up ahead registering as your horses brought you closer.

“Oh, it’s beautiful!” you breathed, shocked at the view before you when you halted your horse beside Percy’s, feeling his eyes fixed on you as he took in your reaction.

“I came across it on my last hunt,” he explained, his smile prideful. “I couldn't wait to bring you here.”

Percy dismounted and walked over to where you remained perched in your saddle, smiling up at you while extending his hand for you to take, assisting you in a graceful dismount of your own as you swung your leg over the front of the saddle and slid down the side into his arms.

He didn’t rush to remove his hands from your waist, in fact, tightening his hold on you as you allowed your own hands to linger on his arms, a touch so familiar between you and that of which only lovers would know.

“How do you do it?” he asked, his eyes searching your features as a playful smile dressed his perfect lips.

Your eyebrows knitted as you smiled back, your head tilting. “What?”

“Grow more beautiful each time I lay eyes on you.”

His admission made your smile fade, your heart pounding in your chest as you watched his eyes shift with something more serious, a passion glowing in them that you had seen many times before.

Your mouth opened and closed, struggling to find a suitable answer but not knowing how to respond, thankful when Percy leaned forward to touch his forehead with yours, his nose nudging your cheek.

“I never stopped thinking of you once,” he whispered, his breath fanning on your heated face, closing your eyes where you felt yourself relax and melt into his simple affection.

You knew it was true, having experienced the same in his absence, and even in all the times he wasn't away at war, he was the constant occupant of all of your thoughts.

Everything was charged and felt so emotional, and you still felt unable to find words to appropriately convey how you felt, your breath shaky when you let out the air you had been holding in your lungs.

“Please tell me I'm not alone in this,” he begged, his voice still soft but holding an urgency, his lips brushing against yours as he spoke.

You moved your head side to side, your nose rubbing against his face, your lips threatening to slot together where there would be no stopping.

“You're not. I have wanted you for what has felt like an eternity, Percy,” you breathed, your voice desperate. “I need you…” you added in another breath, exhaling as if your air was a prayer being sent for all of your dreams to come true.

Percy met your lips with his, softly and tentatively, a long moan resounding into your mouth when you returned his kiss with fervor, feeling his hand cradle the back of your head to press you together hard as you finally indulged in what had been a constant yearning.

His taste and scent was overwhelming and everything you had imagined it to be, his lips full and soft and the way his moustache brushed on your face with each kiss reminded you of all the times you had fantasized of how it would feel all over your body, the ache between your legs unrelenting.

The horses were left on their own to graze, the only focus earning your attention being of each other, Percy clearly as lost in his desires as you were.

His hands were everywhere on you, and you were equally as guilty, tearing at his uniform to try to free his body from its formal confines, the neckline of your shirt torn open and the tie on your skirt unraveled.

Percy paused in kissing you, shrugging out of his coat quickly and carelessly tossing it on the ground, allowing you an opportunity to make work at tugging his necktie down and then unfastening the buttons on his shirt, your hands smoothing over his bare chest the moment it was exposed to you.

A hungry growl sounded from him, your blood heating up more in your veins as you watched his eyes fall closed in such a simple act of pleasure, your excitement to see how he would react to more rushing through you.

Percy grabbed at your waist roughly and spun you around, turning both of your bodies so you were now pressed up against a tree, his mouth diving to your neck and lower to your chest as he revealed more of it.

You moaned loudly, unashamed to be heard and too proud to attempt to stifle anything you felt, your breathing growing faster as he kicked your feet apart with his boots and began lifting your skirts, his hands searching for where you needed him.

His fingers easily found you, stroking over your mound before slipping inside your folds, smearing your slick from back to front to make you jolt against his hand, his thumb pressing on your clit while his other fingers continued to tease you.

“Percy…” you whined, your nails clawing at his shoulders, his shirt hanging loosely from them.

He continued his exploration, slowly breaching your entrance with the tips of his fingers before retreating again, your body trying to follow whenever he backed away, your cry echoing in the trees when he finally inserted them fully inside you.

You were no stranger to pleasure; his letters sent to you scattered across your bed as you touched yourself to thoughts of him, the sound of his voice in your head encouraging you to do so over and over until you felt some satisfaction, knowing that nothing could ever compare to him once you had experienced something so divine.

“I need you to be mine,” he growled, his mouth smearing over your chest as he covered it in sloppy kisses, his other hand tearing your blouse open even more to let your breasts spill out.

“I am yours, Percy,” you complied, arching into him as he sucked at your nipples in turn, his fingers bringing you close to your high.

Your submission seemed to spark something more in him, hearing your own scream faint in your ears as he took your nipple between his teeth and tugged sharply on it, his fingers hooking inside you to rub against that tantalizing spot with purposeful movements.

He stopped his assault right when you were about to explode, his hands leaving your body to furiously unfasten his belt and trousers and whip out his cock, your eyes fixed on his large, leaking member that had your mouth watering and more arousal accumulating between your legs.

You took hold of it, sliding your hand up and down his length in a careful grip, seeing him melt into you, his cheeks flinching as his teeth clenched together, his hips angling back and forth to meet your pace.

He cursed under his breath, opening his eyes to peer down at you working him before his gaze traveled up your disheveled form, watching your heaving breasts before landing on your swollen lips that he brought his thumb up to hold, the blue of his irises darkened with pure lust as he crashed his mouth against yours in a rush.

Deft hands rucked up your skirts again, gathering them at your waist where both of you pushed them as much out of the way as you could, feeling his groin line up to yours, a gasp blowing out of your lungs when his cock nudged at your aching core.

Percy settled between your folds, not pushing past your threshold but instead letting himself linger, both of you breathing and enjoying the sensation.

You kissed him, both urgently and with a hint of hesitation, waiting for him to make his next move.

He broke the seal of your lips, breathing heavily against you, your desperate bodies eagerly wishing for this tormenting tease to end.

“We shouldn't be doing this.”

His words came off his breath in a mix of humour and agony, pretending like he was trying to do the honourable thing by attempting to refuse what you both knew you couldn’t resist any longer.

“No,” you replied, half a question and half a lie.

He moved slightly, his head slipping from between your folds, feeling yourself adjust so that you made contact again, his shaky breath fanning on your lips as he inched forward and his cock returned to where it had been, pressing a little deeper inside you.

Percy kissed you, focusing on the dance of your mouths as you allowed for him to remain no more than an inch within your walls, almost as though this wouldn’t count as being a scandal and frowned upon by those who took purity until marriage seriously.

The thrill only encouraged you more, your hips rocking back and forth on his leaking tip as if you had no control, your kisses growing harder and faster while your hands clawed furiously at each other, feeling your wetness spread out over his cock each time you brought him in and back out again.

“Percy, please!” you begged, pausing your kiss to make your desperate plea and take a breath. “Take me…”

“Is that what you want?” he spoke, his tone low and rough, his eyes flitting over your needy form.

He continued to tease your entrance, having not yet pushed past the depth he had penetrated, his gaze dropping to watch his tip move in and out of you.

“More than anything.”

Percy’s hand wrapped under one of your legs, lifting it and pushing it outward so to spread you more, his fingers digging into your flesh as he pushed further inside you, a low moan sounding from him as he filled you completely, your breath hitching in your throat as your body stretched to fit him.

His lips teased yours, brushing against them before capturing them completely, his kiss frantic to match the way he started thrusting in and out of you, his body moving powerfully into yours that was secured against the tree behind you, the way the bark was scratching into your back going unnoticed.

Your hands wove through his dark blond hair, tugging at it when your pleasure almost became too much, feeling the sweat coating the back of his neck when you let them fall down to his shoulders, hanging onto him as if you were trying to have all of him as part of you.

His pace quickened, each blow against your hips harder and making your body thud violently against the tree, and like the gentleman Percy always was, he wrapped his hands around your back to act as a barrier between you, his hands now taking the brunt of the assault.

Without the support of him holding your leg, you hooked it higher on his hip and squeezed him into you, allowing for each thrust to hit deeper, working with him as you began to feel that build to your release grow inside you.

“Percy…” you whined against his mouth, his name shaky off your tongue as you felt your body start to succumb to his efforts.

“That’s it,” he encouraged, not changing the tempo of his movements. “Let go for me. I want to feel you.”

It would’ve been impossible to hold back even if you wanted to, that blinding, electrifying heat weaving through every inch of you, your entire form tensing as you clenched tightly around him, feeling yourself soak his length as your wails filled the air, the sound of him joining you making each second all the more blissful.

Broken groans fell from his mouth as his hips stuttered into you, his mouth hanging slack against your collarbone while he pumped in and out of you, his thick, hot seed filling your walls and spilling out with each drag.

His breath cooled your heated, dewy skin as he worked to catch it, the messy markings that had resembled kisses turning to be soft and caring, pressing all along your neck and jawline until he met your lips again and brought his hands up to hold either side of your face.

“I have loved you for so long,” he confessed, his thumb rubbing your flushed cheek as his forehead rested on yours.

A small laugh escaped you despite feeling so overcome by emotion, feeling moisture pooling at the corners of your eyes as you smiled, the upward movement of your cheeks making the tears spill out.

“I love you too, Percy.”

You felt him release the breath he had been holding, relieved to know you felt the same, his nose nuzzling your face as he continued to relish in this moment.

“I am going to make you my wife,” he vowed, and you saw an earnest, devoted look dress his features when you took hold of his face and angled to look at him, his eyes as wet as the waters they resembled.

A joyous laugh was exchanged between you as you worked to believe this was all real, having imagined a moment like this time and time again in your days of yearning for him while he was away at war, his lips meeting yours in a kiss that made you trust this was something you would never have to wait for again.

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Can I do “You are the bravest person I know” with Jax Teller as angst with a happy ending?

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The sea and all her evils

Contains Angsts with a happy ending, thalassophobia (fear of the ocean), descriptions of drowning, hurt/comfort, protective Jax.

440 Words

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Jax helps you face your fear of the open ocean.

"You cannot expect me to get on that boat."

Jax smiled softly, "I know you don't want to but this has to look real or the cops are going to get suspicious. It's only till tomorrow afternoon."

You shook your head, "no, take someone else. I'm not getting on that fucking canoe even if you pay me."

Jax put a hand on your shoulder, "it's not a canoe and Bobby knows what he's doing."

Jax didn't like the look in your eyes, "do you know what the open ocean is like Jax? It's unforgiven and it doesn't care that we have a child at home."

Jax took your arm and sat you down on the picnic table overlooking to dock, "you went cageless diving with Great Whites, how is this any different?"

You took a deep breath, "I'm not afraid of sharks Jax, I'm afraid of drowning in the ocean. Do you know what happens when you drown? Because I do and it's horrible, it's ranked as one of the worst ways to go."

Jax's tone was kind, "you're a great swimmer, you're not going to drown."

You shook your head, "oceans storms can come over before you know it, after that all it takes is the boat going over or taking in water and we're all dead, not to mention how cold the ocean is at night."

"We're not going out that far, you'll be able to see the lights from the docks."

You shook your head, "you think that matters, the amount of hidden debris under the water makes being this close to the docks worse. You think drowning in the ocean with nothing but blackness below you is rough, try being trapped under an old anchor."

Jax chuckled softly, it wasn't condescending, "you wanna tell me where all of this is coming from?"

You shrugged, "I read an old story in college, it was written by a privateer, a pirate who was in three shipwrecks. I had nightmares for weeks and the fear never left." Jax reached across the table and took your hand in his.

"You are the bravest person I know. There's nothing you can't do, and this, will be easy, I'll be by your side as much as I can. Plus, If we go down, you can always use Galen's giant head as a floatation device."

You laughed softly, "thanks Jackson, I love you."

Jax brought your hand to his lips, "I love you too, now put on that nice sun hat and get ready for some fun."

You shook your head, "there will be nothing fun about seeing Galen without a shirt on."

Fin

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TW: ! brief mention of choking.

He pins you down, covering your body with his as he fucks you into the mattress. He noses at your cheek, his beard rasps across your cheek just as he surges forward, burying himself to the very bottom of you.

You've gone boneless. Your cheek scraping up the white cotton sheets as he rocks his hips in a lazy rhythm, barely easing out your sopping cunt before shoving forward again. He gets off it - overwhelming you until you cant think straight. "Too deep Jackie..! s'too much!" He's heavy. He drives further - and it would hurt if you weren't used to it - stretching your cunt obscenely. Your pussy is so desperately full it's overwhelming. Consuming.

He takes a pause to pull his weight off of you, wrapping an arm around your midriff to pull you into the air until your back is flush against his chest.

You can feel the scratch of the hair at his groin against the curve of your ass as he rolls his pelvis upwards, ass jamming back against his hips as he hits balls - deep. "That's my girl," he coos - rubbing his bearded jaw against the soft skin of your cheek. “Still with me?” He‘s arrogant. Condescending. He knows that he has you.

His palm circles your neck - he thrusts faster, snapping into you with the full brunt of his weight - constricting your air flow. Its risky. Dangerous. He could break you if he wanted to. Your eyes are glossy. You look drunk. Fucked out. “You cock - drunk or somethin’?” You have no words left - nothing else to give him but pathetic, needy whimpering. He enjoys every part of it. Every spear of his cock makes an indecent sound. Its filthy. Indecent. He's pushing you right to your limit. "C'mon," he croons. "Let go for me, darlin'."

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Crisps and Milk. Raymond Smith

Dad!Raymond Smith.

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The British hitman had savored the rich flavor of his latest scotch. Compliments of a dear friend of his from yorkshire. It was a quiet night that was rather chilly and Raymond was working late. The night called for something smooth and strong to relax his mind and warm his throat.

"Mummy said no snacks after bedtime," A mousy voice echoed through the wide-spaced kitchen. 

Raymond closed his eyes and cursed under his breath before clearing his throat, "Yes Richard." He turned on his heel and looked down at the pint sized boy in yellow striped pjs and square rimmed glasses. "But that only applies to you lad. You should be asleep."

The boy crossed his arms against his chest. Scrunching his button nose as he turned it up at his father. The pair both adjusted their glasses with a single finger pressed against the metal center. "Call her and ask her then."

Raymond sighed as he ran his hand across his hair. That was out of the question. "What'd you want lad?"

A cheeky grin spread across the boy's face. Stretching so widely that his pink gums showed "Mr.cow and I have requested cheese crisps and milk."

"How original." Raymond chuckled, "Why am I not surprised."

"You drink apple juice daddy." Richard frowned in disgust, "It smells like puppy poo."

A rumbled laugh escaped Raymond's lips as he set his glass down. He holsted the boy up into his arms before ruffling his chocolate-brown coils. The boy's laughter filled his heart with joy. He hadn't known his son for long but the moment the boy stepped into his life; Raymond's world grew brighter and his heart grew softer. The pair shared a pack of Richard's favorite cheesy quavers. Cheese dust covered Raymond's beard after Richard had finished tossing a few into his father's mouth. 

The boy was tuckered out after the last two crisps but still yearned for milk. "Time for bed lad, you can have your milk there." Raymond once loathed drinks or food in the bedroom. But once Richard had come along, all that had changed. The four-year-old had required a sippy cup of milk to sip on in bed, He specifically liked to be tucked underneath multiple blankets, and his plushie Mr. Cow laid beside him.

Richard was soon tucked in the right side of Raymond's bed. Raymond laid Mr.Cow underneath the boy's arm before placing a soft kiss against Richard's forehead. The boy patted his father's broad shoulder in return and placed a milk-stained kiss against Raymond's cheek. "I love you, Daddy, Get some sleep or you'll get old mummy says."

"I'll take your word for it, I love you too." Raymond smiled as he removed the boy's glasses before standing up and leaving the room.

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Dramione Drabble 539 words

Wish

by damsel_in_mistress (ao3)

Setting: post-war, post-Hogwarts; beware of the plot-twist Summary:

The sight that met his silver gaze spoke volumes: her breathing ragged, her eyes shut tightly, her skin flushed and damp with perspiration she lay in front of him on the bed. But this couldn’t honestly be real. She would never ask him to do that – she was Hermione Jean Granger, after all. This had to be a dream. And a vivid, visceral one at that.

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Dr. Alan McMichael (Crimson Peak) x F!Reader

crimson • peak • lips

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His golden mane is swept impeccably off to the side. Bow at his neck perfectly tied. White flowers on his sharp black jacket set just right.

Then you walk in and he has no hope to remain composed tonight.

That crimson dress, the sin that it suggests... the siren’s smile upon your lips, the sultry swaying of your hips... He’s never felt such primal lust consuming him from deep inside.

Before you even speak, his passion has already reached its peak... A fire of desire that he couldn’t fight, not even if he tried.

Such is the fire you ignite.

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Jax Having A Crush On Someone

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Jax having a crush on someone, would include;

A LOT of flirting. I mean, it’s Jax.

Him always finding reasons to speak to them

Bike rides.

Protecting them at all costs.

Inviting them to the club parties.

Keeping her away from the other guys.

“She’s with me.”

Getting jealous when other guys flirt with her/touch her.

“If you wanna keep your hands, get them off her”

Little cute dates, which he says they’re not, but they definitely are.

“Jax, this seems a lot like a date.”

“Nah darlin’,were just hanging out.”

Always staring at them.

Finally, seeing her looking gorgeous as ever, at a club party

“Fuck it.”

Going over, and kissing her in front of every one.

“I’ve been wantin’ to do that for a while, darlin’.”

“This mean I get a proper date now?”

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Rise and Shine - Drabble in Bacon Bits A William "Ironhead" Miller Fic

Pairing: Will “Ironhead” Miller x F!Reader

Notes – So this drabble is Will perspective of the two of your sleeping on the same bed in chapter 6.

Warning - Smut. Male masturbation.

Word Count: 700

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Will was awoken by the morning sun rising above the horizon. He had had the best night sleep in a long time. He went to move but felt a weight on his chest. He looked down to find you. Your head resting on his bare shoulder. Your arm was layer over his chest. Looking further down saw your leg was hocked over his hips.

Looking back up the checks the time. 7am. It was his normal wake up for a run. But looking down at your face he did not want to wake you. You must have moved to the night because you were both originally on opposite sides of the bed. He did not mind it though. The weight of someone laying on you was reassuring to Will. Maybe that was my he had slept so well.

Quickly though his mind went somewhere else. He watched as you repositioned yourself on him. Your knee brushed against him. Unfortunately, it was in an awkward place. He watched as your knee settled just below his crotch. Your hand moved to his shoulder.

He tried his best to stop it from happening, but it was no use. He could feel the blood rushing down to his groin. The sleep shorts he was wearing were starting to get uncomfortable. Yes, he had thought about it. How you would look. The swimsuit yesterday didn’t help. God, he really wants to know all of that.

Using his free hand to move your knee further down his leg. Trying his best to not wake you he slipped out of the bed. He watched to make sure you didn’t wake and more to the small shower. He stripped himself of his clothes and looked down.

“Get yourself together Will.” He said while turning on the shower. This morning called for an ice-cold shower. He leaned his head in his arm as the cold water battered his back. But even this did not work. So he moved his hand down and gripped his member. He hissed at the contact. He was painfully hard. As he started to work himself all he could think about was you. What you might sound like beneath him, on top of him. As he continued, he turned his head to look at the bathroom floor.

“Ohh Fuck!” he whispered as he spotted a bundle of red fabric on the floor. He must not have spotted them last night when he showered. Turning back to face the shower wall he felt all too familiar tightness in his abdomen. He knew it wouldn’t take long. He bit into his shoulder to hush his voice as he reached his peak. “Y/N”

He said your name. With that, he came so hard his knees almost gave in. He watched as the white substance fell on the tiled floor and then into the drain. He had you in his grasp yesterday. If it weren’t for that wave, he would have kissed you yesterday. It might have been you in this shower with him. He really needed to do something sooner rather than later.

Stepping out of the shower he dried off. Leaning down he picked up a scrap of fabric. His suspicions were right. It was your swimsuit from yesterday. Putting them back he got changed into his shorts and shirt for a run. He really needed to clear his head and the shower had not really helped. Hopefully, a run might Slowly he opened the door to the bathroom as not to wake you. As he walked in, he saw that you had shifted to place your head on his pillow. Your leg was slung over the duvet with your arm hugging the pillow. Turning his head he saw a notepad and pen. He quickly wrote down that he was going for a run, and he would be back soon. Placing it on the pillow next to you he looked down at your sleepy face. He longed to wake up next to that face every day. He kissed your forehead and quietly walked out slowly as to not make a noise. Shutting the door behind him he leaned against it. “Get a grip, Will.”

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