#charlie hunnam x black!reader

[littlemelaninfics]

Ride

Jax Teller x Black!reader

"I'II be right there," Jax sighed as he hung up the phone and got off the couch. He grabbed his keys and headed for the restaurant on the other side of town.

He reached the parking lot and handed me the extra helmet. I used his shoulders to steady myself as I got on the back of the bike. I hung on and he peeled out of the lot and back to his house. On the way, my night replayed over and over again in my head. I hugged him tighter and put my face into his back while I let a few tears escape. I looked to my left and saw the cityscape below the mountain. We made a left instead of a right and cruised down the road. He pulled into his driveway and turned off the motorcycle.

"Why are we here?" I asked as I got off the back.

"It's closer and it's late to go all the way to your place. I can get you an Uber if you want." I shook my head. His voice was kind of monotone, like he had something to say. Jax didn't even wait for me before stalking to the front door to unlock it.

He walked in and headed straight for his bar. I closed and locked the door before meeting him in the other room.

"You're mad at me, aren't you."

He downed the rest of his drink before placing the glass back in the counter, "I'm not thrilled with you, no."

"How can you be like that right now? I'm the one who got stood up in the middle of nowhere.”

"And that's why. I told you that you didn't know that prick. To not shit where you eat and look where you are."

"Fuck you. Now you're just being mean. I just wanted a night with him. He's so sweet and I just don't know what happened."

"No. He was sweet when you met him 5 years ago. People change everyday."

"Yeah that's evident."

"What do you mean by that?"

"I mean I was expecting some kind of sympathy from you. You know, considering how fucking stupid I looked out there. But no. You have to tell me how right you are and how wrong I am. Basically driving it home that I am fucking stupid. So thanks a lot,” I turned to leave to the guest room when I heard him pouring another drink. I slammed the door and flopped onto the bed, tears streaming down my face once more.

I woke up the next morning with a blanket covering me and noise coming from the floor. I slowly sit up and look down to see Jax there shirtless with his own blanket and pillow, snoring softly. I reach for my phone but drop it against the nightstand, making a loud thud. Jax stirred and opened his eyes with a sigh,

"Morning."

"Hi. What are you doing?"

He sat up and slid his hands over his face and and back through his blonde bed head. He rested his arms on his legs and looked at me, "I didn't think you should wake up alone. Look, I'm sorry for making you feel stupid because you're not. I was pissed at that prick for getting you all excited and then not showing. I hate that I was right. You deserve someone who would travel the world to spend one hour with you. And I'm sorry he wasn't that. I really am.”

I looked down at him and crawled down to the floor. I wrapped my hands around his neck and started to cry a little bit,

"Hey, hey, hey. What's that for? I was trying to make you feel better," he said with concern in his voice. I unburied my face and kissed him on the cheek,

"They're happy tears. Thank you for being my best friend."

"I love you, kid."

"I love you too."

an: whoa! Cali writes fluff!?? Yes. Yes I do ;)

[swiss-mrs]

I NEED MORE!!!!

p.s. I love how so far, even though it's x black!reader, it's not written as a caricature of a black person😭🫶💕 essentially, anyone could read, but it's not "white-coded". I love to see it.

kiss it better.

request: jax being in love with his best friend but she's oblivious because he's always sleeping around with crow eaters

an: don't think I've given you all angsty Jax so let's try it out. might have a part ii in me if enough people say they want it. let me know if you’d vibe with it?

pair: jax teller x black!reader | rating: 💔 | words: 2.5 k

sum: there are moments when the weight of the crown feels unbearable. when Jax learns the one person who helps him bear it is leaving charming, he doesn’t take it well.

You sip your glass of whiskey as you lean against the bar. You pray the drink can dull the pounding in your head. The mix of laughter and music has given you a headache.

Or, it could be your disdain for parties--MC parties, to be exact. Watching crow-eaters circle patch members is not your idea of fun. Normally you are spared the cringe-worthy sight. You are often with Jax, his company keeping you preoccupied. Strangely, tonight, your best friend is nowhere to be found.

Surprisingly because Jax is responsible for the party, you are currently not enjoying. Your "going away" party is in full swing, and Jax is nowhere to be found.

Your eyes move to the clock hanging by the door as you take another sip of your whiskey.

He better show up before I reach the bottom of this glass, or I'm leaving.

It is a promise. One you must follow. With a red-eye to New York scheduled, you can't afford to wait much longer. You have less than an hour until check-in.

The party began nearly two hours ago. You have done your rounds, saying goodbye to the Sons--all but one. The one you have to say goodbye to hasn't even bothered to show up.

You refrain from rolling your eyes as you look towards the apartments. As if sensing your inner countdown, Jax has suddenly appeared.

His arm hangs over the shoulder of the newest addition of crow eaters. Her name eludes you, but her laugh is unmistakable--it can be heard down the block. A high-pitched giggle, drawn out the length of the long blond locks she twirls around her finger. It is a laugh that comes alive only in Jax’s presence.

The smile on her face stretches as Jax’s lips press against her ear. The words his whispers causing her giggling to float through the crowd towards you. You watch as her fingers catch his chin, Jax permitting her to guide his lips to meet hers. You take another sip of your whiskey, a second one quickly following as you look away from the messy kiss. By the time your eyes have ended their scanning of the room, you are safe to let your gaze return in his direction. Jax’s eyes briefly catch yours, the rolling of your eyes prompting him to wrap up his goodbye.

Your words are out before Jax can pull out the stool alongside you.

“I can’t believe you left me waiting for a hookup.” Your nose scrunches as you glimpse over your shoulder to find the young woman, still rooted where he left her, staring longingly at Jax. “For her no less, what is she? In college?”

Jax shrugs, taking the time to reach over the bar for a beer. Twisting off the cap, he tosses it aside before taking a long drink. “Didn’t realize you were waiting for me.”

You redirect your attention to Jax, your brow furrowing as you realize he looks different than the last time you saw him. With the croweater’s lips no longer pressed against his, the black eye is more apparent. The fresh bruise stops the sarcastic remark you planned to send his way.

In the few seconds it takes you to notice the black eye, Jax has already emptied the drink in his hand. It’s not until he tosses the cap of another freshly opened beer behind the counter you notice the fresh bruises painting the knuckles of his left hand.

“What the hell happened to your face?”

You reach out naturally, your fingers moving to push his unkempt hair back from his brow. Jax leans away, recoiling from the warmth of your touch, leaving your hand hanging in midair. He runs a hand through his hair. Resting his elbows against the bar, Jax lifts his bottle back to his lips as he mumbles, “club business.”

You wait for him to elaborate. Jax never chalks up the details of his day to “club business”--not with you. He often finds himself sharing the details of his day with you, seeking your brutally honest opinion--something he struggles to get from his fellow patch members.

But Jax doesn’t elaborate.

He doesn’t even bother to glance in your direction to acknowledge the genuine curiosity on your face. Instead, he focuses on polishing off his second beer in record time.

“Here.” You slide your whiskey in his direction. “Clearly, you need something stronger. What happened? Your girlfriend didn’t stroke your ego enough.”

“This shit hurts,” Jax snaps. The pounding, resonating beneath his bruised skin, prompts him to press his palm against his eye. He grimaces as he tries to flex his grip. The swollen and tender skin makes it hard for him to close his fist. The hiss he releases deepens the scowl on his face.

“Awe.” The drawn-out response is irritatingly sweet. The humor in your voice urges Jax to look in your direction for the first time since he’s sat down.

The smile on your lips grows. Jax’s eyes are trained on yours, watching as they roll. A pout sets on your lips, the action prompting him to shake his head.

“What?” You sigh, your voice dripping in sarcasm. “Need someone to kiss it better, Teller? Would that get you to stop sulking?”

Jax’s eyes roll, his jaw tightening at the giggle you release.

“Oh my goodness,” you groan. “Lemme see.”

Shrugging off the bar, you step closer to him. The smile on your lips softens as Jax allows you to take his face in your hands. The warmth of your skin against his manages to defrost the scowl on Jax’s face. The irritation he’s been harboring from the moment his eyes opened, and he realized what day it was, is knocked down a notch as he watches your eyes survey the damage to his skin.

A bruise he didn’t have to bear. The fight he picked earlier today a side effect of his inability to take out his anger on the one person it is directed to. Instead of manning up, to share what is on his mind, Jax found himself mouthing off at a meeting with the 9’ers. A fight Chibs is currently trying to reconcile over the phone by attempting to schedule a meet-up for Jax’s much-needed apology.

Your thumb gingerly touches the bruised skin, wincing as the overhead light catches it.

“You’re going to look like shit in the morning,” you note. The quietly spoken observation brings a weak smile to Jax’s lips. “Wanna tell me what happened?”

Your eyes lift to find Jax watching you.

“Pointless shit,” he sighs, running his fingers through his hair.

“Well,” you smile. "The good news is you’re still pretty. Lisa can’t stop drooling over you.” “

Jax chuckles, his eyes drifting across the room to where the young crow eater watches. The scowl setting in on her features does little to faze the Son. He finds his body relaxing, his hands instinctively settling against the curves of your hips as your lips press a single kiss against his eyelid.

His fingers press into your skin, his tightening grip keeping you in place as you move to take a step back.

What was meant to be a single, playful kiss melts into a series of featherlight, meticulously placed kisses. Your lips drift lower, pressing against the bruise settling beneath Jax's eye. His touch gently squeezes the curve of your hip in appreciation, it drifting to rest against the small of your back as you leave a final kiss against the skin.

“I gotta be honest,” you smile as your palms slide down to rest against his chest. Lightly pushing against him, you feel Jax’s grip on you loosen. “I have no idea how you’re gonna survive without me around to keep you out of trouble.”

You take his swollen hand in yours, your thumb tracing the bruised skin. The smile on your lips is stronger than the soft voice you manage. “ I haven’t seen you in twenty-four hours and you come back looking like this.”

It is a thought which has crept into your mind more frequently the past few days. For the last week, you have found yourself wondering the same question, “Is this goodbye?”

In the day and age of cellphones, the answer to your question should be a simple “no.” You can easily pick up the phone and call anytime you find yourself missing him, but there is one fear you have come to realize.

What if Jax doesn’t answer? What if the five years of friendship you have built dwindles and dies out the moment your plane touches down at JFK?

The questions are on the tip of your tongue, but you can’t bring yourself to ask them.

“Then I guess you gotta stay.”

“Right.” You can’t help but laugh at Jax’s words. “With what house? I’ve already sold it.”

Jax’s jaw tightens. It is not something he needs you to point out. On his way home, he is forced to drive past the giant red and white “SOLD” sign in your front yards.

“You can just stay with me,” he suggests. “Crash at my place--till you figure shit out. Wouldn’t be the first night you slept next to me.”

Jax is right. You’ve spent so many nights over, keeping Abel company when Jax was a run you had your own drawers. Drawers he’d silently watched you clear out a few days ago. The knots it set in his stomach have yet to come done. They prompt his gaze to meet yours.

The confusion he finds within your eyes brings his hand to your waist.

Your brow arches with uncertainty as his tongue wets his lips, his hand guiding your body forward until you’re resting between his legs.

“Hmm,” your eyes roll. You can’t deny Jax a smile as your head shakes. “So that’s where this is headed? Jackson Teller can’t let the one woman he hasn’t slept with in this god forsaking town escape?”

Your revelation is not what Jax is expecting.

“Hate to break it to you, Jax. I’m leaving with my dignity intact.” He blinks, as you lightly pat his chest before slipping out of his grip. “Anyway, I came to give you this.”

Jax’s brow raises as he watches you reach into the front pocket of your jeans.

“I can’t take this with me.”

Jax doesn’t respond. He feels like he’s been punched in the gut as his eyes fall on the scratched eight ball you dangle before him. The keychain has been stuffed into your purse and pockets for the past five years. A single key remains on the ring. A key to his house. The key he gave you to allow you to come and go at your own will. A key he never intended on you returning.

“I came by last night to give it back,” you continue. “But you’ve been hard to track down the past few days.”

Jax has yet to move to retrieve the key dangling before him. His expression is unreadable as you wait for him to take it. You place the key on the bar, forcing yourself to take a breath. It does little to suppress the tightening of your throat. When you look up, you find Jax’s head shaking.

“Wow. I didn’t realize it’d be that easy for you.” Jax scoffs. The sight of your furrowing brow stops him from trying to hide the bitterness of his words. “Leaving me behind.”

“Jesus Christ,” you mumble to yourself, your eyes rolling in exasperation as Jax shoves the key into his pocket. “I am not leaving you behind.”

“What do you call it then? I’m not the one hightailing it to New York. You’re leaving, y/n, not me,” he says, emphasizing the word ‘you’re.’

“That’s not what this is.” You pinch the bridge of your nose. “And you know that.”

Jax shakes his head. His eyes briefly meet yours. They’ve moved on too quickly for you to read them. They drift to the abandoned glass of whiskey.

Your words might be true. Jax doesn’t care. He knew why you were moving. The job offer you received better than any you could ever receive in the small town of Charming. It didn’t matter if you were leaving for a job, or just because you wanted a change of scenery. The reasoning didn’t matter, your leaving still left the same pit in his stomach. He’s spent the last few days trying his best to go about his day without stopping to see you--a feeble attempt to prepare himself for life without you. But he’s come to one conclusion--no amount of preparation can prepare him for losing you.

“I’ll let you head home,” Jax sighs, pausing long enough to drain the remaining whiskey in your glass. A wave of relief passes over him as he watches Chibs motion for his attention across the room. Sitting the glass on the bar, Jax gets up. “I gotta go handle something, and you got a plane to catch.”

His intention is not for you to follow.

Jax is hoping you’re too irritated to bother. You find yourself following in his footsteps as he stalks towards the door. Between his head start and the crowd, you don’t catch up with him until he’s in the parking lot.

“So that’s it?” You call out as Jax stops alongside his bike.

Removing his goggles from the chest pocket of his kutte, Jax allows his eyes to pass over your face. The unimpressed on his look, cold in comparison to the look of adoration he typically sends your way.

“Five years of friendship and I can’t get a proper goodbye, a hug, nothing—”

“Nothing? I threw you this fucking party! That fancy-ass job waiting for you might be a big deal for you, but I got more important shit to worry about right now!” The bitterness in Jax’s raised voice halts your tracks, bringing you to a stop a few feet away from him. The initial shock of his raised voice is responsible for your widened eyes. He'd never dared to speak to you that way before, the hurt that flashes across your face forces a harsh breath from his lungs. “What else do you want from me, y/n?”

“For you to stop acting like an asshole!” The hurt that had passed through your eyes is gone--replaced with a wave of anger that pushes you across the remaining distance separating the two of you. A shove meets Jax’s chest causing him to stumble a step back. His jaw sets as you push harder the second time, his bike allowing him to maintain his balance. “You don’t get to try to make me feel guilty for leaving.”

“I’m not making you feel anything,” Jax scoffs.

“Yes, asshole, you are. You’re supposed to be happy for me. You’re my best friend--”

Jax’s eyes roll. The humorless chuckle he releases cuts your words short.

“So, what? Now that I’m leaving, we’re not friends?” You scoff. "Real childish, Jackson."

“I’m starting to wonder if we ever were,” Jax challenges. “You didn’t stop to think about what would happen to me--or Abel--when you woke up and decided you were too good for us and this town. What are we supposed to do with you across the damn country?”

His head shakes, his irritation pushing him to continue once he's met with your silence.

“What am I supposed to tell Abel when he asks for you? We’re going from seeing you every day to never seeing you again--”

“I have been talking about this job for months, Jax. You never once said you didn’t want me to leave--”

“You didn’t care enough to ask me if I wanted you to stay. You just assumed I’d be fine with losing you--” Jax stops mid-sentence, his eyes watching as the realization sets into your features. The frown settling on your lips prompts him to swallow. Sighing, he runs his hand through his hair.

“Forget it.” Jax huffs. He shakes his head. His gaze drifts over your shoulder towards the audience, frozen in the clubhouse doorway. The raised voices were enough to pique the attention of the fellow Sons, None of them expected to find you to be the one Jax’s raised voice was directed at. “Look, I gotta go.”

“You said I never asked you,” catching his hand, you stop Jax from turning to climb on his bike. You wait until his gaze lifts yours to speak. “Fine, cut the bullshit. I’m asking you now. What do you want me to do?”

Don’t leave.

It’s not until Jax’s gaze drops to your interlaced fingers that you realize you’re holding your breath. The warmth of his touch disappears leaving your hand cold. Slipping his goggles over his eyes, Jax clears his throat.

“Have a safe flight.”

--

chapter 2

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[secretlysamcro]

Black female reader x Jax teller PLOT SPOILERS! smut, explicit language & violence If you're under the age of 18. haven't finished the show or dislike any of said topics, please read no further.

Request: Jax x black reader where reader is his old lady and deals with imas or Tara’s jealously/flirty comments and puts her in her place by beating the shit out of her in front of the club and Jax supports her control over lady’s business and ends with smut or not

Backstory: Jax Teller had always been a man of fleeting connections. Casual hookups and one night stands, that is until y/n came into his life. She was the little sister of T.O, the former Grim Bastards president, now turned SAMCRO. It wasn’t long before y/n became known as Jax’s old lady. Jax and Ima had a brief history. Meaningless encounters that were more convenience than connection. Even with y/n in the picture, she continues to flirt and beg for Jax’s attention, being the trifling whore that she is.

Jax strolls over from his bike as he began to approach the bar which was once the heart of the Lodi chapter of the Grim Bastards. With the former president T.O now a member of SAMCRO, an agreement has been made. The bar was now going to be used as a front, a place to launder any dirty money rolling in from future SAMCRO dealings.

“You lost, white boy?” T.O calls out to Jax as he strides down the side path of the bar. He lets out a laugh, Jax joining in. They pull each other into a tight embrace, Jax taking a moment to look T.O up and down, his gaze fixated on the new kutte he now wears.

“Looks good on you, brother” he says, a sense of pride from within, he’s proud to now call T.O a member of SAMCRO. The Grim Bastards had always been there when needed. Having their backs in ways that other clubs never did, their loyalty running deep, proving time and time again that they could be trusted when it mattered the most.

They step into the bar, Jax noticing a few familiar faces amongst the sparse crowd. Even the faces he doesn’t recognise, seem to know who he is, their respect clear in the way that they acknowledge him. As Jax continues to scan the room, he notices the GB memorabilia being taken down from the walls and carefully packed into boxes.

“What’s happening with all the old club stuff?” Jax questions, leaning against the bar beside T.O, he takes in the scene with a sigh.

“Sending it to the South Gate charter” T.O replies, slipping off his signature black shades and setting them on the bar “I'm sure them mother fuckers’ can find somethin’ to do with it all”.

They continue their conversation, discussing the future of the club, T.O’s new role within SAMCRO and the logistics of setting up the bar. They talk through how things will work and how they’ll manage everything moving forward. Then, out of the corner of his eye, Jax notices you.

You walk towards them, your knotless braids moving softly with each step. Jax’s gaze is immediately locked onto you. The lights above catching your perfectly lined lips, brown liner paired with a slick of clear gloss - chef’s kiss. The sound of your knee high boots grow louder, drawing T.O’s attention. He glances over, following Jax’s stare. The moment he clocks its you his jaw tightens, he turns back just as quickly. “off limits” he mumbles under his breath with an eyebrow raised, almost as if he could read Jax’s mind.

“Where the fuck you goin’ dressed like a ten dollar hooker?” T.O snaps, his eyes narrowing at the little black dress hugging your curves and your long leather jacket draped over your arms. “Fuck you, bald ass” you fire back with an unapologetic smile.

Jax leans back, arms crossed, holding back a laugh as he watches the interaction unfold. his curiosity getting the better of him as he tries to piece together the dynamic between the both of you.

You move around the bar, pouring yourself a drink without any hesitation. Jax cant help but notice how comfortable you seem, though inside your heart is racing. The man sitting with your brother is so damn fine its almost infuriating.

“You know you gone’ pay for that right?” T.O mutters, keeping a close eye on you.

“Put it on my tab” Jax cuts in smoothly, a grin tugging at his face as his eyes linger on you just a little too long, ignoring T.O’s first warning.

“Jax Teller” he says, extending his hand, the playful smirk never leaving his face as he eye fucks you just a little. No introduction was needed from him. You already knew who he was, even if he didn’t know you.

You place your hand in his, the slight squeeze of his grip sending a wave of tension between the two of you. Both of you have rings decorating your fingers, the soft clink of the metals meeting each other breaks the silence between the locked stares.

“y/n” you reply, maintaining the eye contact without faltering. “so... you're my brothers new boss?” you ask, a slight teasing in your tone as you throw a look towards T.O.

“Brother?” Jax repeats, his brow raised slightly, now understanding why you were off limits.

“Yeah, this my little sister” T.O confirms, giving Jax a stern look, that says everything without even saying a word.

It was the night of Jax’s birthday and despite his insistence that it wasn’t a big deal, his brothers couldn’t let the day go without a celebration. The SAMCRO clubhouse was alive, filled with laughter, music and conversation. Everyone affiliated with the club had shown up for the Presidents birthday, from patched members to close friends.

You were sat beside your brother at one of the central tables in the clubhouse. At the table with you were a few of the other patched members you had become more familiar with over time. Opie, Happy, Chibs and to your left, was Lyla. She was Opie’s girl, and although you had spent most of your life around your brother and his MC world, this club was different. There were new dynamics alongside a new set of rules. Lyla had been quick to help you when it came to any unspoken codes that came with being a part of this new family.

“Ugh” Lyla’s eyes flick to the entrance as she lets out a sigh. “I thought she wasn’t coming” she remarks, her voice portraying a hint of disgust, as she takes in the woman who just made an entrance.

She walks in confidently, as if she was familiar with the place even though you’d never met her. The boys glance at each other, their own irritation proved by their faces, especially Opie's. The way he looks between Lyla and the blonde, there’s definitely a history there, just one you weren't aware of.

You glance around, noticing the less than thrilled expressions on everyone’s faces, “Anyone gonna fill me in?” You ask, confused by the tension.

“That, my friend…is Ima, one of the Diosa girls” Chibs starts, only for Juice to cut in with a grin as he joins the table.

“Did anyone actually invite her, or does she just crash wherever she wants?” He jokes, finding her brazen confidence somewhat awkward.

“Word probably spread around Diosa” Happy adds, a man you’ve discovered, of very few words. You catch Opie fidgeting, avoiding Lylas gaze. When you meet eyes with her, she gives you a look, one that clearly says, I’ll tell you later.

“Well, that’s Jackie’s birthday ruined” Chibs chimes in with a chuckle, fully aware of how Jax will react to her presence. Juice nudges him to shut up as Ima confidently strides past the table, not acknowledging anyone sat at it.

The boys begin to disperse, leaving you alone with Lyla. She leans closer, the scent of alcohol evident on her breath.

“So.. you two have beef or what?” you ask, eager to get to the bottom of the tension. Lyla sighs, draining the last of her drink, “A while ago, me and Ope had a stupid argument. He never came home that night...” she starts, your face screwing with disappointment, already guessing where this is going.

“With her? are you foreal?” you interrupt, eyebrows raised. She nods, her expression now dim. “Yeah, I mean, you know... I wasn’t always behind the camera at Red Woody. I used to be in front of it...with Ima” she cringes. “When me and Ope first got together it put a lot of pressure on us” she sighs deeply, her eyes becoming distant.

“Girl, please tell me you beat her ass” you say with a sly smirk, your attempt at lightening the mood. Lyla lets out a soft laugh. “Not my style” she admits, her tone now sounding defeated.

“So why is the bitch still around?” you ask bluntly, the frustration creeping in.

Lyla shrugs, “The clubs dealing with a lot right now, you know and she’s the main attraction at Diosa. She brings in the money, and the club really needs it” Lyla, being a members old lady obviously knows a lot more than she’s letting on. However, you nod your head in understanding even though you think she still should have caught a beating someway or somehow. “and... her and Jax?” you try to sound casual, not wanting to sound too concerned.

“Ima and Jax?” she laughs, shaking her head. “that’s not been a thing for a while. They hooked up back in the day, on Jax’s terms obviously, but to be honest I don’t think he can stand her now, especially after the Opie thing. He doesn’t get involved with her Diosa stuff either, Nero handles all that. Its like he does whatever he can to avoid her”. She chuckles softly, gesturing with a tilt of her head “see what I mean?” you glance around and spot Ima following after Jax like a lost puppy. He’s clearly uninterested, his body language screaming avoidance but she’s relentless.

“Damn” you drag the word out, as you use your hand to discreetly cover your laughter. “It's giving desperate”. The two of you burst into laughter, leaning into each other and bumping shoulder’s as you can’t contain your amusement any longer over Ima’s shameless antics.

You haven’t actually had a chance to talk to Jax tonight, he is of course, a popular guy and always in demand. And when things did finally quite down, Ima was stuck to him like a fly on shit. None of that stopped either of you stealing looks at each other all night, just like you always do when you’re in the same room. It’s funny though, and not in a conceited way, but you’ve always known you were pretty, and so did everybody else. But being T.O’s little sister, none of the men around you would dare try anything. None of them, that is, except Jax.

This time, when you locked eye contact, he looked around to make sure no one was watching, motioning for you to come over. As you approached, you noticed he already had a drink waiting for you. “Happy Birthday” you say with a smirk.

“Thank you, y/n” he replies, his lips curving into a smile, raising his arms to pull you into a hug. It’s not the first time you’ve hugged Jax, but just like the first, it stirs something warm in your stomach, and lower. Igniting a feeling you cant quite ignore.

He takes a moment to admire you, his eyes, as usual, lingering a little longer than they should. He takes in every detail, biting his lip softly as he catches his distorted reflection in your chunky gold hoops as they sway with your movements. “I like what you’ve got going on there” he says with a small smile, lifting his beer to his lips as he casually twirls a finger in the air, gesturing towards your hair.

You slide onto the stool beside him, settling yourself into the corner. “And what’s that?” you respond, your voice teasing and your eyes holding his with a slow taunting glare as you sip your drink.

“Your hair” he says, his tone confident and eyes locked onto you.

“My hair?” you echo, raising an eyebrow as you cross one leg over the other, leaning back slightly, your upper thigh now exposed.

“Yeah, the twirly bits” he says with a soft chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck like he’s embarrassed. You bite back a laugh, nodding in response to him. “You mean my baby hairs” you add, nudging him gently with your shoulder, a silent reassurance that you’re not offended.

“If that’s what you call them” he grins, his laugh more relaxed now. “How’d you do them?” he asks, genuinely curious now. “It’s an art”, you tease, tracing your nail around the rim of your glass “Not as easy as you’d think” you take a slow sip, giving direct eye contact.

“Ahh, so you’ve got to be good with your hands?” he says, his voice dipping into a more playful tone, his eyes scanning over you in a way that mirrored the first time you met.

“You got that right” you reply, your smile widening as you shift slightly on your stool, trying to ignore the heat building inside of you.

“And are you?” his aura more serious now, like he’s asking for something much deeper than what he’s letting on.

Your tone, now matching his “Wouldn’t you like to know” a knowing smirk on your lips. You can feel Ima’s eyes burning into the side of your slicked back bun, but you really couldn’t give a shit.

“I mean, I wouldn’t say no” he chuckles, his face flushing slightly as he looks away for a moment, trying to mask the slight excitement.

“Hmm, not sure your lil’ friend would like that” you say, looking in Imas direction. You knew it was a cheap shot bringing her up but you can’t help yourself, you want to see how he’ll react.

He lets out a quick laugh, shaking his head. “Nah, I’ve learnt my lesson with that one” The way he says it, makes it clear there’s nothing left on his side and he really does regret it.

You giggle softy, “Post nut clarity and all that” you tease, giving him a knowing wink “happens to the best of us” you add.

“Wouldn’t happen with you though” he replies smoothly, his eyes lifting slowly to meet yours, waiting to see how you’d react, so he could work out if he should make his move or not.

Before you even have the chance to respond, Jax’s attention shifts to someone standing next to you. You turn to your left, of course. it’s Ima. You look her up and down, already bracing for whatever drama she’s about to start.

“I’ve got that birthday present for you, Jax” she says, twirling her hair and giving him a look dripping with lust. You hold your glass in front of your face, doing your best to not laugh at her mere desperation.

“Nah, I’m good” Jax shuts her down instantly, not even sparing much attention. You don’t miss the way her posture stiffens, her body language switching to frustration. She turns her attention to you instead, it’s obvious she’s got an attitude. “Sorry, and you are?”she asks, her tone irritable. It’s clear she’s annoyed that Jax’s attention is on you, and not her.

“y/n” you answer, giving her a sharp look before cutting your eyes back to Jax. You catch the faintest hint of a smirk playing on his lips. “Well, I’m Ima” she says, trying to assert her dominance.

“Good for you” you reply casually, finishing off your drink with a deliberate sip, refusing to give her the reaction she’s looking for.

You rise from the stool, adjusting your skirt as you do. Just to get under her skin, you lean in close to Jax, your lips brushing his ear as you whisper “I wouldn’t say no either, by the way” A sly smile spreads across your face as you pull back, sharing that same eye contact again, before you stroll towards the bar, a purposeful sway in your step.

“What’s her problem?” Ima snaps, watching you walk away with a scowl.

“She doesn’t have a problem” Jax responds flatly, his patience already wearing thin. He looks her up and down, silently willing her to leave him alone.

“Seriously Jax?” She scoffs “she was a total bitch to me. You’re just gonna let her talk to me like that?”

Jax raises an eyebrow, his expression a mixture of confusion and annoyance. “Let her? Ima, what the hell are you even talking about?” He hangs his head down.

“She disrespected me!” She insists, raising her voice slightly. Jax exhales sharply. “And why would I care? You’re not my problem” he retaliates. His voice steady but covered in irritation. Ima freezes, her mouth pressing into a thin line “I was just saying-”

“Yeah, well, dont” he shakes his head, turning and walking away from her. Clearly done with the conversation.

Jax then bumps into Juice, slapping him on the shoulder. “You good brother?” He asks, noticing Juice’s glazed over eyes as he tries to form a coherent response.

Jax chuckles, shaking his head “damn, you’re out of it man… hey you seen y/n?” He adds casually, but Juice just laughs, too high to fully grasp the question.

“You’re walking a fine line there, Jax” Tig cuts in, appearing at Jax’s side. His tone amused but the raised eyebrow says enough. Jax smirks, brushing off his comment “come on, Tiggy I can handle it”

Tig sighs “she stepped out not long ago” he says pointing his head in the direction of the door. Then, with a slight grin, he adds “Guess I better go distract big brother” Jax laughs, patting him on the shoulder. “Good man” he says, before heading for the door, already set on finding you.

Jax steps outside, discovering you tucked away in a quiet corner near the clubhouse door, the orange glow from the joint in your hand giving you away. “So this is where you disappeared to” he says with a smirk, his usual teasing tone present.

You take a slow pull from the joint, then hand it over to him gracefully. “Needed a breather from all the desperation” you let him know, he laughs, knowing you’re talking about Ima.

You watch him take a drag, exhaling the smoke smoothly. He presses his lips together, tasting the sweetness left behind from your gloss.

Wiping his thumb across his mouth, he tilts his head with a smirk “Vanilla?” He questions, his voice low and teasing. You laugh softly, shaking your head. “Coconut, actually” you say, biting your lip, daring him to disagree.

“Nah” he says, standing firmly. “That’s definitely vanilla” he says, keeping his eyes locked on yours.

“Why don’t you come and make sure?” You tease, your voice dripping with challenge, forcing him to make the first move.

He steps closer. His stride slow but the confidence impossible to ignore. His hand brushes your cheek, the warmth of it sending a shiver down your spine. Then, without hesitation, he leans in, kissing you deeply.

His tongue explores your mouth and yours doing the same to his. He pulls back slowly, catching your bottom lip gently between his teeth. He deliberately runs his tongue over his lips, “Vanilla” he says, smirking knowing he’s right.

You chew the corner of your lip slightly, unable to hide your grin. “Vanilla” you admit, you knew all along, you just wanted to see if he’d take the bait. He lets out a soft laugh, shaking his head as if he can’t believe he fell for your game, a glimmer of admiration in his eyes though.

Suddenly, the air shifts. The silence between you both speaks louder than words. The weight of the moment settling in. It’s a rare moment for you both to be alone like this. No distractions, no eyes watching, just the two of you. Both of you knowing it will most likely be a while before you find yourselves like this again, so why not make the most of it?

He pins you against the wall with an urgent intensity, his hands moving over you with a hunger that speaks of all the times he’s had to hold back. You lean into his neck as his lips find your skin. Your fingers fumbling with his belt buckle, making your intentions crystal clear.

“You okay with this? Out here?” He asks softly, between kisses. His voice still low and full of concern, making sure you’re certain before he agrees.

“Why not?” You smirk, biting your lip just enough to drive him crazy. He leans back slightly, glancing past the wall towards the clubhouse “anyone could come out” he warns, though the hunger in his voice proves he’s more than willing.

His eyes flash with mischief, “gimme your leg” he says, gripping your thigh as you lift it, bending his knees and manoeuvring himself so he’s placed exactly where you want him to be.

You moan softly throwing your head back a little in pleasure as he unfastens his jeans. He places his throbbing cock between your legs, sliding your dampened panties to the side with his hardness.

Gathering your slickness with his tip just before he pushes himself into you. He bends down slightly, adjusting his stance as he scoops you up, holding you securely against him now.

You let out a loud whimper as he finds his way inside of you, his hand instinctively covering your mouth, loosening his grip on you. “If…you…want…me…to…keep…fucking…you…shut…the…fuck…up” Jax murmurs in a low hush, the words punctuated with each thrust.

He lets his hand fall away, wrapping his arms around you tighter. His movements are a bit uneven, caught between holding you steady against the wall, keeping you quiet, and giving you everything you’ve been craving. He can tell that you’re loving it though, the way you keep whispering his name and how your hands grasp at his hair like you never want to let go, lets him know that he’s doing just fine. The sounds of your pleasure pushing him further, making it harder for him to hold back.

The sudden creak of the clubhouse door startles you both, freezing you mid motion. Your breath catches, your body tense as you feel him still pulsing inside of you. Jax’s hand flies to your mouth, covering it firmly. His own breathing heavy as his eyes dart towards the sound. Your dark brown panicked gaze locks with his, like a deer caught in headlights, both waiting to hear who it is.

Gemma steps out with Nero, their laughter filling the quiet night. “Not bad for an old man” Gemma teases, covering her cigarette from the wind as she lights it.

Nero grins, pulling Gemma in for a kiss. “Old man, huh? I didn’t hear you complainin’ a minute ago mama” he says, pulling her in for a kiss. Jax cringing, shutting his eyes in disgust as your laugh bounces off the palm of Jax’s hand.

As they talk, you move ever so slightly, one of your gold hoops sliding from your ear, clinking softly against the pavement. Both you and Jax instinctively follow it with wide eyes, as it rolls just out of reach.

“What was that?” Nero asks, his head snapping in the direction of the sound. Jax clamps his hand tighter. “Don’t move” he mouths silently.

“Probably nothing” Gemma says, not paying much attention. “This place is falling apart” she takes another drag from her cigarette, looking upwards to the ‘Teller Morrow’ garage sign.

Nero tilts his head thoughtfully. “That girl, y/n, that's T.O’s sister, right?” Gemma nods, blowing out a cloud of smoke. “Yeah, why?” she questions.

He clears his throat. “Nothing, you know just saw her whispering somethin’ in Jax’s ear. Ima was standing there too... looked pretty pissed” Gemma smiles knowingly, flicking ash from her cigarette. She had sensed something brewing between the two of you though she’d kept her observations to herself, Nero’s comment now confirming her suspicions.

“I thought something was happening there” she tells Nero.

“and how do you feel about that mama?” he asks, now holding Gemma by the waist.

“Wouldn’t be the worst thing. I know she’d keep my boy in line, that’s for sure”. She smiles gently, thinking about it.

Nero smiles in response, nodding his head slowly. “She’s got that fire, huh?” he laughs, guiding Gemma back into the clubhouse as she finishes her cigarette.

The clubhouse door closes behind Gemma and Nero. Jax finally able to move, pulling away from you and adjusting himself back to normal. You smooth out your clothes and fix your hair, doing your best to look innocent.

Jax’s grin still plastered on his face. “Think my mom’s ready for some caramel grand babies” he jokes. You laugh shaking your head and smacking his chest “Shut up, Jax” you say, trying to hold back your own smile.

“Go on” he gestures towards the door, motioning for you to head back inside first. “Don’t wanna make it too obvious”. His dick is still hard, being restrained behind his jeans. He fidgets slightly waiting for it to settle, as you turn to leave, he suddenly calls out your name. You glance back, seeing him holding your hoop. “Don’t forget this” he says, handing it back.

“Thanks” you mumble, noticing ever so slightly how he’s shifting back and forth.

As you turn to leave, you raise your skirt just enough for him to see your ass cheeks, slipping out from the bottom.

“Not helping y/n” He laughs, biting his ringed knuckles. you giggle as you head back inside, that ‘I just had sex’ sway in your step.

As you step back into the clubhouse, still fiddling with your earring, T.O spots you immediately. His gaze sharpens, tracking your every move as you slide into the space next to him.

“You good?” You ask, keeping your tone light as you twist the hoop back into place. “Where you been?” He asks, his voice calm but a hint of curiosity there.

“Needed some air, just went for a smoke” you reply, looking around the room, as if you weren’t just getting sloppily fucked by your brother’s president.

He nods, almost convinced, until his eyes catch Jax, walking in through the doors minutes after you. Pulling at the waistband of his jeans, his expression relaxed, maybe a bit too much.

T.O’s jaw tightens, his teeth gritting together as he glances between the two of you. “You and Jax been breathin’ the same air out there?” He questions, the suspicion shining through.

You shrug pretending not to notice the obvious tension. “Didn’t see him” you reply before taking a sip of your drink. Your brother doesn’t respond, just leans back and keeps a sharp eye on Jax as he moves through the room. “Aight” he mutters, but you can feel the heat of his doubt.

Lyla slides into the seat opposite to you, her easy smile offering a welcome distraction from the tension with your brother. “Hey, where you been?” She asks, noticing you’ve been absent for a little while.

“Just stepped out for some air and a smoke” you smile in her direction. She leans closer, lowering her voice as if she was telling you a secret. “Ima’s pissed about whatever happened at the table earlier, with you and Jax”.

You open your mouth to respond, but your brother interrupts, his tall frame casting a shadow over the table. “Scuse me” he says, his voice deep, waiting for you to move your legs aside so he can step out. You do as he asks, your eyes narrowing as you watch him head straight for the bar where Jax is currently standing, another beer in hand.

“Oh shit” you sigh under your breath, your heart racing as the tension follows T.O to Jax.

“You and y/n outside together? What was yall talking about?” Jax chuckles, trying to play it off “Nothing serious, just talking” trying to sound as nonchalant as possible, but he knows T.O can sense the truth, he narrows his eyes slightly analysing Jax’s words.

“Look,” Jax says, finally meeting his gaze. “Id never disrespect you, or your family. You know that, brother” he’s telling the truth, sort of anyway, fucking his sister against a wall minutes away from him, could be classed as disrespect. T.O nods slowly, his stance now softening.

He trusts Jax, and knows that Jax respects him and wouldn’t do anything to purposely hurt you. In a way, he wouldn’t even mind if you and Jax became a thing, Jax is a good man and T.O sees that.

“It’s not about disrespect, brother” T.O replies, his voice calm. “It’s about her being my little sister”

“Yeah I get it” Jax nods, fully understanding. He’s your big brother of course he’s gonna do what he can to look out for you, and the idea of you being with any man is probably the last thing he wants to think about.

T.O gives him a long look before finally letting out a small laugh. “Just don’t make me regret trusting you with her, man” Jax smirks, slapping T.O on the shoulder. “You won’t, brother”.

It had been a few months since you officially became Jax’s old lady. To your surprise, the relationship was treated with total support and respect from the moment you both announced it. Even your brother, who you suspected might have a hard time with it, embraced it without hesitation. In fact, it seemed to have brought him and Jax even closer, solidifying their bond in a way you never expected.

The air in the room was a mixture of tension and banter as the sons sat around the table, the club meeting in full swing. Despite the serious matters at hand, everyone couldn’t help but notice how Jax seemed particularly cheerful today.

“So, what does T.O stand for then?” Rat whispers to Happy, his voice low. Happy glances at Rat, knowing that if T.O catches wind of the conversation, he’s going to be pissed. “Taddarius” Happy responds, hushed and with no emotion.

Rat laughs, thinking happy is just messing around. “Wait, you’re not joking?” he asks, slightly sceptical.

Quinn then pipes up, “Call him that and see what happens”.

The others, T.O included begin noticing the quiet conversation. He narrows his eyes “what are you guys whispering about?” he asks, in a low tone.

Happy and Quinn exchange a brief glance, a silent warning, which Rat, does not pick up on. “Nothing...Taddarius” he says aloud, almost proud of the newfound information he has discovered.

Chibs, overhearing mutters under his breath “Jesus Christ”.

T.O’s expression hardens. “Unless I came out of your goddamn womb, don’t ever call me that, ya dig? Lil indie biker boy” he snarls.

Chibs has his face hidden in his hands, shaking his head trying not to laugh, whilst the others chuckle.

Opie, leaning back in his chair, and a smirk on his face tries to break tension. “Alright, man. Spill it… why do you look so damn happy this morning?" He taps his pen against the mahogany table, pointing at Jax when the word 'you' leaves his mouth.

Jax tries to keep a straight face, leaning forward his usual unbothered demeanour. “Can’t I just be in a good mood?” He tries to deflect, though his mind briefly wandered back to this morning, his head buried in your perfect pussy.

He catches a faint trace of you still clinging to his upper lip. Every so often, he slyly brushes his tongue over his lip, reliving the taste and the way you left him wanting more.

Tig also leans forward now, grinning wide. “Come on man, we all know what’s up. Chocolates good for the soul” he gives a small wink.

T.O groans, “watch it” he warns, pointing a finger at Tig, though the small smile tugging at his lips shows he’s only playing.

“Don’t look at me brother” Tig interjects, with that signature smile on his face. “We all know what’s got him smiling like that. Ain’t it true, Jax? the darker the berry-” he raises his hand as if he was conducting an orchestra.

“The sweeter the juice” the others finish for him, as the table explodes into laughter, everyone expect T.O.

Jax shakes his head, trying to hide his amusement as he looks over at T.O “you gonna let em talk about your sister like that?” He says, sarcastically, making light of the awkward situation.

T.O finally looks up, shaking his head in disgust. “Man, I don’t even wanna know” he says, though he couldn’t help but laugh along with the rest of them. Jax raises his hands in a false surrender, flashing a knowing grin towards T.O. “All love, brother, all love”

On the other side of the chapel doors, y/n and Gemma sit sipping coffee and chatting casually. Gemma noticing a little glow about you, too.

“How's Jax holding up?" She asks, curious about her son “coping with the club okay?” she follows up. You let her know that Jax is doing okay. Of course he has his moments but that comes with being the president.

She soon shifts her questioning, her tone turning more curious. “and you? how are you adjusting to the whiter side of the biker life? You doing okay sweetie?” Before you can answer, the door swings open, Ima walking in, dressed in next to nothing, she struts in like she owns the place.

Gemma looks to you, her coffee cup in front of her face “what the hell is porn princess doing here” she retorts.

Ima flips her hair, getting closer to you both “I’m here to talk to Jax. My Diosa check hasn’t cleared” she says, leaning against the bar.

“Jax doesn’t deal-” Gemma starts, standing from her seat, you cut her off before she can finish.

“Jax doesn’t deal with your Diosa shit” you say firmly, staring her down.

Gemma gives you a quick look, her expression proud, clearly impressed with how you're standing your ground regarding Jax. Ima, however, doesn’t seem fazed and folds her arms. “Well, Nero hasn’t answered my call and I need to get paid” she insists.

You shake your head, voice sharp. “Then call him again, Jax ain’t handling shit for you” you say, rising from your own seat.

Ima still, not backing down, takes a few steps closer towards you “Ill just wait for him in the dorm” she begins taking off her coat.

You grit your teeth, letting your eyes trail slowly over her. Sizing her up as you weigh your options. The frustration simmers beneath the surface, your mind racing between keeping your composure or flipping the fuck out.

As the tension between you and Ima reaches boiling point, Juice is peeking through the blinds, his eyes widening at the scene unfolding. “Uh...” he stammers, unsure how to handle what he’s seeing.

“Jax...T.O...” he calls out, unsure of who to summon, your brother or your man. Everyone in the room looks over to Juice with puzzled expressions.

“Looks like things are about to kick off between y/n and Ima” he says, everyone now intrigued.

“What is that gash doing here?” Chibs questions Ima’s presence.

Jax, who’s been expecting something like this for a while now, exhales deeply, rubbing his hand over his face. Without a word, he gets up and the rest of the guys follow. Filing out of the room one by one.

As the door opens, Ima immediately zones in on Jax. She wastes no time, sliding up to him and grabbing hold of his arm, her voice dripping with forced sweetness.

Jax locks eyes with you from across the room, his expression apologetic. It’s Ima's next move that pushes things over the edge. She leans in closer to Jax as if she was about to whisper something only meant for him. T.O, who’s standing just behind Jax, immediately clocks the shift in your expression. The familiar fire in your eyes and the way your jaw is currently set. “Here we go” he mutters under his breath, bracing for the inevitable.

You lunge towards Jax and Ima, grabbing a fistful of her hair and wrapping it tightly, twice around your hand. Without hesitation, you drag her backwards just a little before throwing her to the ground, the back of her head hitting the concrete with a sharp slam. T.O starts to move forward, ready to pull you away, but Jax steps in, holding him back. “No” he says calmly, getting comfortable against the wall with his arms crossed. “She’s got this” he says unfazed and fully confident you can handle yourself.

You give Ima a moment to steady herself as she stands, but instead of backing down, she sneers “stupid bitch” she throws herself at you. Her bloody hands grab at your necklace. Snatching it clean off, shattering to the ground.

The sound of your chain hitting the floor fuels your anger. You grab her wrist, shoving her back against the bar, trapping her. With no hesitation, you start swinging, each punch landing, forcing grunts of pain to spew out of her.

Blood trickles from the corner of her mouth, smearing across her lips as she spits a crimson pool onto the floor. Her teeth flash red when she tries to speak. “stop” she manages to say, through her swollen trembling lip.

You don’t stop, in fact you carry on, each punch connecting harder than the last. “She’s gonna kill her” Gemma says, turning around to glance at Jax, both concerned and impressed. “I know” Jax replies with a proud grin, his eyes fixed on you.

T.O watches on, torn between pride and caution. “Jax, you know she really gone’ kill her right?” he mutters, agreeing with Gemma’s unease.

“Jax!” Gemma shouts, louder this time. She’s not defending Ima, but the last thing she needs is to help clean up after another dead body.

Jax glances over at T.O, who gives him a look that confirms Gemma’s right. With a heavy sigh, Jax pushes himself off the wall. “Fine” he grumbles, striding towards you.

He forces his way between you and Ima, grabbing your fist just as its about to land. “Enough!” he shouts, his voice firm. You struggle against his grip, trying to break free but he tightens his hold. “I SAID ENOUGH!” this time, his tone carries authority and it cuts through your anger.

“Look at me!” he demands, gripping your face. Ima’s blood splattered across your skin. Jax’s eyes meet yours, calm but commanding “Thats enough” he echoes. He steps back, pushing your arm gently towards your brother and then gesturing towards the dorm “T.O, take your sister in there” he orders. T.O nods, his face unreadable as he guides you away before things escalates even further.

As T.O pulls you away by your arm, you manage to twist and break free, charging back to Ima. Your fist connects with her face one last time. “That was for Lyla, Bitch!” You shout in her face, Jax pushes you back, but you just laugh. T.O finally getting hold of you again, and forcing you back to the dorm.

The guys watch Ima for a moment as she slumps against the bar, hand pressed against her bloodied face. A few mutter amongst themselves, shaking their heads before heading back into the chapel, leaving her alone with Gemma and Jax.

Gemma stays back, her expression cold as Jax steps forward. Ima, looking up at him, not wanting y/n to have the last laugh. “you should learn to control your whore” she sneers, spitting her dirty blood directly onto his kutte.

Jax’s expression darkens, a snarl curling his lips as he grabs the back of her head, slamming it against the bar with brutal force. Ima lets out a sharp cry, but that doesn’t stop him. He spins her around, pressing her back against the bar as his hand tightens around her throat. “You ever bring that rancid pussy near my club or my family again...” he growls, his voice venomous. “I’ll kill you. You understand?”. Ima doesn’t respond, too stunned to speak, but Jax doesn’t care to hear her answer.

He curls his tongue, gathering a mouthful of spit before forcefully spitting it back straight into Ima’s face, pointing a finger directly at her, his voice drips with anger as he growls “Whore!”.

He shoves her face hard as he lets go, giving his mom a small nod, silently telling her to ‘deal with it’. Picking up a cloth from the side, he casually wipes Ima’s spit off his kutte, his movement calm but deliberate.

Chucking the cloth to the side, and without looking back, he strides down the hallway, his steps heavy with purpose. He has a swagger in his walk, but the rage is still unmistakable.

The anger fades slightly from his face, replaced with concern as he approaches the dorm door, making it clear his only focus is making sure you’re okay.

Gemma, tasked with the job of getting Ima out of here, picks up the same cloth, tossing some ice into it before shoving it into Ima’s hand.

Leaning in slowly, she locks eyes with her, the eye contact sharp and unforgiving.

“She’s not his whore” Gemma hisses, her voice filled with poison.

“She’s his old lady” She drags out each word, making sure Ima fully understands her place.

Photos & gifs do not belong to me, just edited them together.

Honestly, I fucking loved doing this one. I had so much fun writing this, literally played out in my head like an actual episode. Hope you all love it just as much. I also always try to write from a perspective so that multiple readers can connect with the story, so like not to describe skin or hair colour/texture etc. However this story is looking through the eyes of a black female reader. I, myself am black. So please don’t take anything said, described or done as a generalised or stereotypical view. I was literally writing as if it was me in the situation (which I always do, duh) but yes, I hope it portrays well! Oh and also I am from the UK which is why sometimes spellings are a little off depending where you’re from lol.

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Bet

Charlie Hunnam X Black Reader

The smell of weed hit your nose hard. You frown as the smell engulfed your senses.

“Jesus, what the fuck Candace! I’m going to get high just from walking in here.” You wanted to cover your nose but that would be rude as you were an invited guest to this party your best friend dragged you to.

“Girl chill. You act like you never smoked weed before.” Candace laughed at you suddenly acting bougie. “You need a drink asap!” You and Candace made your way to the makeshift bar in the kitchen.

“Where do you find these get togethers?” You asked as she handed you a dirty martini.

“Friends.” Candace smiled at you just before taking a tequila shot. You were three drinks in having a good time when the hairs on the back of your neck stood up. You looked down at your arm and notice goosebumps rising. What in the hell? You looked around and saw him staring at you from across the room. It caught you off guard how blunt and unapologetic his gaze was toward you.

“Candace, is that Charlie Hunnam?” You asked her taking a sip of your martini. Candace looked in the direction you were looking at.

“Fuck yeah it is. Holy shit! He is fuckin staring you down.”

“I know…what is up with that?”

“Bitch you better find out.”

“Wait…isn’t he with someone?”

“Well the way he is looking at you it seems not.” Candace chuckled. “Go over there.”

“No! Are you crazy?”

“Why not?”

“Because…” You had no excuse.

“You are actually standing here being a scared little cat when fine ass Charlie Hunnam is a few feet away undressing you with his eyes?” Candace was dumbfounded.

You were usually bolder than this but for some reason your legs would not move. You watched as Charlie took a long drag of his blunt not losing eye contact with you.

“Girl!” Candace started to head in his direction. You could not stop her without making a scene. You tried to look busy as you watched out the corner of your eye Candace say something to Charlie. Within seconds they were heading in your direction.

“Fuck!”

You smiled your winning smile when they stepped in front of you.

“Y/N, this is Charlie. Charlie, this is Y/N.” Candace disappeared after introductions. Charlie leaned over and sat his blunt on the edge of the counter you were by. You held your breath at how close he was to you.

“Nice to meet you.” He extended his hand and you shook it. He was more breathtaking in person and his accent had you weak in the knees. 

“I was on my way over here just before your friend came over.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Really?” You took a long sip of your drink.

“Yeah, I could not help but notice you as soon as you walked in.” He smiled a sexy smile at you, and you knew instantly you would be fucking this man by the end of the night. He oozed sex appeal and confidence.

“What did you notice?” You eyed him while biting your bottom lip. You just knew he could lay it down.

Charlie slowly looked you up and down as he contemplated what caught his attention first. That ass for sure but he could not tell you that.

“Your beautiful eyes.” He decided to tell you. You started laughing. Your laugh was infectious, and he found himself laughing with you.

“I call bullshit.”

“Honestly?”

“Always.”

“Your beautiful face and then your ass.”

“Nothing like an honest man to turn a girl on.” You teased. Charlie winked at you as he took a hit of his blunt.

“Would you like a hit?” Charlie asked as he offered his blunt to you.

“Oh no….I’m good thanks. I got my drink.” You lifted your half empty cocktail glass.

“Looks like you need a refill.”

“I’m good. I already had three and they are pretty strong.” Charlie leaned over and stubbed out his blunt in the ashtray that was beside you on the counter. He did not move after he was done. Despite the strong smell of his blunt you caught the smell of his cologne. He was so close you just needed to lift up on your toes and you could kiss his beautiful lips. You unconsciously backed up to only hit the counter. Charlie pulled on one of your kinky twist. He wrapped the twist around his finger and caressed your cheek.

“I wonder what you taste like.” He whispered in your ear. Your knees buckled embarrassing you as Charlie quickly wrapped his arm around your waist.

“Are you ok?”

You looked at Charlie like he was crazy. “Am I ok? You can’t say that to a woman an expect her to be ok?”

Charlie laughed again. “I’m sorry.” Charlie took your hand and placed it on his chest. “Scouts honor.”

“No, you’re not. You are enjoying this.” It was Charlie’s turn to bite his bottom lip as his eyes wandered down to your cleavage.

“Maybe a little.” He pushed up against you and you officially lost your breath as his hands cupped your face. You closed your eyes as his lips softly landed on yours. As your tongues met you tasted weed and whiskey on his. You felt his hand glide along your back as he pressed deeper in your kiss. You forgot you were surrounded by other party goers as you wrapped your arms around his neck. Charlie moaned as his tongue explored your mouth and pulled you closer against him. You gasped as you felt his erection against you. Charlie smiled against your lips, pulling your bottom lip with his teeth before mummering in your ear.

“Damn you taste good. Do you taste this good all over?” his teeth tugged at your earlobe. You pulled away from his grasp and looked at him seductively.

“I do actually. Are you planning to find out?”

Without answering you Charlie grabbed your hand and pulled you out the kitchen.

“Where are we going?” You asked as he maneuvered through the crowd. You grabbed his hand tighter as you followed him upstairs. You were about to ask again where you both were going when you received your answer when he led you to a huge bedroom.

“Is this your house?”

“Yes.” Charlie answered as he shut and locked the door behind you. You marveled at his room for a few moments while he stood behind you.

“This is beautiful Charlie.”

Charlie did not verbally answer you but wrapped both arms around you. You leaned against him as his fingers undid the button of your jeans. You let out a soft moan as his fingers brushed your clit.

“Open wider.” You felt his hot breath against your ear as you did as you were told.  Charlie leaned his body against the door as your full body weight pressed against him. You found one of your hands grabbing Charlie’s wrist begging him to push deeper in you.

“You like this?” You nodded unable to form words as his fingers worked you. “I want you to cum for me. You think you can do that, Y/N?” You moaned in response. His fingers moved to your clit again and in seconds you came all over his hand. Charlie held you tight you as your body trembled against him. It seemed as if you laid against him for a long while as you gathered yourself. When Charlie pulled his fingers from you, you heard him licking his fingers. You turned around to watch him as his eyes penetrated yours as he sucked your essence off his fingers. He took his time licking all his fingers and you found your juices flowing again just from looking at him. His gaze was becoming too much. You had to look away as you felt heat take over your body. He was going to make you cum again just by looking at you. You shuddered at the very thought. Charlie finally finished licking you off his fingers. He pulled you back against him.

“I’m going to be honest with you.” Charlie lifted your chin to have you look into his blue eyes. “I’m not looking for anything serious. I just got out of a relationship and I am not looking to settle down again right now.”

You smiled softly at him. “There is that honesty again. A man after my heart.” What he just confessed did not faze you one bit.

“I’m not looking to settle down either Charlie.” You found your fingers playing in his beard.

“So, where does that leave us?” Charlie held his breath waiting for you to answer.

“I mean Charlie if you want to fuck, we can with no strings attach. We are both adults and can handle that, don’t you think? I’m already all over you fingers.”

Charlie’s face broke out into a huge smile.

“Yeah, I think we can handle that.” He smiled at you and grabbed you by the waist, lifted you up, walked to his bed and gently laid you down.

“You not gonna catch feelings, now are you?” You teased as you unbutton your blouse. Charlie watch you undress. He slowly took in your beautiful, dark complexion and felt his cock jump. He licked his lips eager to get you in his mouth. You watched eyes wide as he undressed in front of you. Your eyes took in his body from head to toe just before he snaked his way on top of you. “Me catch feelings?” He leaned over and grabbed one of your nipples in his mouth causing you to fall back in the bed, back arched up to him. “Na, when I’m done with you that will be all on you.” He teased as his traced your nipple with his tongue.

“You want to make a bet?” You sighed as your fingers ran through his hair. His teeth nipped your nipple before pulling it. A deep groan escaped your mouth as he fingers found your clit again.

“I think I will put up a wager on it.” Charlie scooted down between your legs. “I bet before the nights over I’ll have you wrapped around my finger.” You lifted on your elbows looking down at him.

“Ok…bet.”

Charlie grinned up at you just before taking you in his mouth. Fuck! He just might win the bet.

[chaneajoyyy]

Can You do a Charlie hunnam x reader like smut verrryyyyy smut HAHAHAHAHA

Unfortunately, I am not a writer but I can link you to some who write for Charlie Hunnam? I, too would like to read it!🙋🏾‍♀️.

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*I DON’T KNOW WHO ALL WRITRS FOR HIM. IF ANYONE DOES WRITE FOR HIM HIT ME UP!*

[chaneajoyyy]

Why was so nervous at the alter?👀. Why does Charlie have this stoic and somewhat annoyed look and stance at the alter?👀. What does he mean by the first point belongs to me?!?! What an awkward first kiss! This is a whole affair!! His dad really went all out and seems genuinely happy for us. Who was he on the phone call with? Oh wow that ballroom is beautiful as was my gown!😧. Oh the first dance. The celebration didn't last long. What does he mean that I wanted into this family so bad! I'm so outta place! Why did he want to stay? Left me to endure it all by myself! At least fake it! And again his father seems genuine and happy and welcoming but what doees he mean by "No marriage is perfec; no marriage is easy... The important thing is building your strong foundation and not taking a wrecking ball to it prematurely." What does he know about him that I don't?👀👀. Lemme make my way to this suite so I can try to have a good time🙁😕. The views!!! I KNOW THAT'S NOT WHO I THINK IT IS!!!!! WTF IS CHARLIE DOING?!?! This our wedding night and here I'm we're gonna try to have a good time or just go to bed! Here he is having sex with the wedding planner!!! On the rose petal covered bed that was for us!!! EYE KNOW HE'S NOT TALKING ABOUT THIS POINT IS FOR HIM. AND TO EITHER JOIN OR CLOSE THE DOOR?!?1 WHO DOES HE THINK HE IS!!!! WHAT EVER IS GOING ON DON'T MATCH!!! WHAT IS HE KEEPING TRACK OF?!?! Am I at least gonna get one lick in? So I can get his and her flat ass?! He didn't even at least fake to act shocked that he was caught!! Now what am I supposed to do? Barely been married for a hot second. Seems like a divorce or annulment is on the way. I can't wait to see how this plays out!!! FANTASTIC JOB SIS!!!🙌🏾👏🏾👍🏾❤️‍🔥!

Title: CheckMate: Till Death Do Us Part {1}*

Charlie Hunnam x OFC Livvia Jones AU

Warning: Plot, Mild Cursing, Very Mild and Tame NSFW

Words: 2.9k

Summary: Not Yet.

Note: All right guys. This one is an ALTERNATE UNIVERSE. In this AU, Charlie is NOT an actor. He is a filthy rich playboy heir to a multi-billion-dollar company. I repeat THIS IS AN AU.

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As always, thank you for reading!!! ❤️❤️

***NOT Edited/Proofread***

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“Livvia!”

Your head snapped to the officiant in front of you who looked at you with an expectant look on his face. He was waiting for something, but you didn’t know what.

“Y—yes?”

The greying man smiled timidly and nervously looked around the room. Your eyes followed his and you looked where he did. Before you, there was a sea of people watching you. They were all dressed to the nines and looking at you with adoring looks.

What the hell?

“Em…the words,” the officiant clarified.

You still didn’t know what he meant. You felt someone’s hands holding yours and you dropped your eyes to them. Large, veined hands that were decorated with a fancy gold Rolex clasped yours. following the hand, it led you up a toned and muscular arm that fanned out to broad shoulders. Continuing the path, you went over a bearded chin and a neatly trimmed mustache. Finally making it to eyes, your breath hitched taking in the blue eyes that were more like dead blocks of ice. You flinched slightly as it all came back to you.

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[ingeniousmindoftune]

STORIES I HAVENT WRITTEN AND ARE GETTING Around to finishing…

• The Class Trip” / Method Man

• His Muse / Lewis Tan

• Speeding / Lewis Hamilton

• Revise / Chapter one

• Too Much To Drink / Part three

• Hey mamas / part two

• If I wanted/ Part 2

And many more…

[chaneajoyyy]

Oh we better be careful!👀. Nine more minutes?👁👁. Great job!!!👍🏾♥️👏🏾🙌🏾👀!!

Fifteen Minutes

Author’s Note: Restarted SOA and got infatuated with this sexy man again. I had a dream and everything lol I tagged my forever tags and those who requested but this list is open!! I hope you enjoy!! Let me know what you think!! Charlie/Jax requests are open ❤️ Taglist too.

Pairing: Reader x Jax Teller

Warnings: SMUT

“What’re you doing here?” Jax watched you walk from your Porsche to his Harley.

“I need a tune-up.” Your eyes search him; he wore what he usually did, a white t-shirt beneath his cut, and that wild hair pulled into a bun.

“The shop is that way.” Gemma pointed to the office, “and we can get to it tomorrow, honey.” His mother had never been a fan of you, but then again, she was a fan of no one, so it didn’t bother you that her attitude was foul each time you were around. She snarled her nose, “Were you not here last week?”

“Yeah.” Jax bit his lip. “That was for bodywork, mom,” He paused, hiding his entertainment beneath the smile. “Come on, Mrs. Haddock. Wouldn’t want to keep you waiting.” He took your hand and pulled you to his chest.

“You keep fucking with her, and it’s going to bite you, Jax.”

“Bye, mom.” He waved as he spun you towards him. “I called you yesterday.”

“I was at a meeting.” You chuckled, and he opened the door to the clubhouse, the smell of the cigarettes and liquor hit your nose, and as always the nostalgia hit you. You were no stranger to this place, even if some things had changed for you.

“You have fifteen minutes to make me cum.” You leaned against the door, the Kate Spade purse hung from your arm, weighted with things you should have been doing instead of Jax Teller.

“I won’t need the whole fifteen.” Jax’s shirt hit the ground, and the door closed, your purse outside of it, and you didn’t care. Fuck that purse. His hands slid down your arms before tossing you over his shoulder and then onto the bed. “How are yah, first lady?” Jax made quick work of pushing your pencil skirt up your thighs.

He liked to tease you about your husband, The Mayor of Charming, and their biggest rivalry, yet here you were for the second time this week, getting a fix before you returned to the Women’s Society Brunch. Jax knew the routine; there was no time to get naked, foreplay, or anything else. He unbuckled his belt, pushing his pants down enough for you could feel the tight globes of his ass and his cock could push into you, and that he did. He slammed into you, knocking your head against the wooden headboard, but fuck that tinge of pain, all you could feel was him fucking into you. His thick cock was gripped between your walls, hitting the right spot each time.

“When you fuck him do you think of me?” he laughed playfully as he sunk into you, pushing legs wider and further into the bed.

“Shut up.” You nodded your head right as your eyes rolled. He snapped against your body once more, and his hands rested on your neck, cutting off the air each time he thrust.

“Mad, because you have to get yourself off to cum when you’re with him?” He teased again. Jax changed positions, pulling himself up to his knees and pulling your body towards him, he was back inside of you, pressing your legs together and draping your legs over his shoulder. he was so fucking deep. “Huh, say something.”

“Shu-,”

Jax spread your legs again, slapping the three-fingers to your clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through you, and you shook. “Yeah, keep that smart ass mouth shut. I know he doesn’t fuck you like this, Y/N. He has all this fine pussy and doesn’t even know what the fuck to do with it.” He came down on you again, this time pressing his hand against your neck so tightly you couldn’t breathe. “Make that pussy shake for me, baby.” He smiled cockily.

Your body convulsed against his, your legs spasmed as your breath hitched in your throat, suppressed by his choking. You scrambled to move away from him, but Jax secured your legs. “Ja-. Shit! Jax.”

“You can take it,” He laughed. “I have nine more minutes.”

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[littlemelaninfics]

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[calif0rnia-lovers]

sleepover.

pairing: will “ironhead” miller x black!reader | rating: 💙 | words: 1.9k

sum: when he first met you, Will was given a single rule: no sleepovers. each night he brought you home, he woke to find you had disappeared. the first night you bring him to your house Will figures you have no where to escape to, so he breaks your rule.

William Miller found you at the bottom of a glass of whiskey. Literally. His eyes caught sight of you amid his debate--should he get another shot or head home?

Across the crowded bar, seated at a high table, you were focused on trying to keep up with the story spun by your best friend. Elbows on the tabletop, chin in your hand, you listened as she recounted her latest sexual encounter with her ex-boyfriend--or possible boyfriend, depending on how he responded to her text message. A text message she was asking you to help craft.

As a group of men seated at the bar erupted into a boisterous laughing fit, your eyes had drifted past your friend’s shoulder. The knots in his stomach, as your eyes briefly met his, prompted Will to settle for that second whiskey. It took a few more sips, and stolen glances, for Will to realize his stomach wasn’t in knots. What he was feeling was a release of butterflies--but when it’s been years since you’ve felt it, the feeling is hard to mistake.

What started as a planned night of drunk sulking had melted into a heated night with a pretty-eyed stranger. A stranger who was gone by the time Will’s alarm went off the following morning. If it weren’t for the number left on the kitchen counter, Will would have thought he’d dreamt the whole thing.

As the days passed, a late-night hookup turned into late-night hookups. Soon, days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into two months. Each encounter was the same. Whether it be day or night, you never stayed longer than the time it took to shower.

If he were any other man, maybe Will would have complained. But the truth is, he was afraid. The moment you begin hassling someone about spending the night, you open the gates to the ‘talk.’ ‘The talk’ is the one thing Will has become skilled at avoiding. Relationships are complicated and messy--they’re not good for anything else. So, each morning he rolled over to find the other side of his bed empty Will bit his tongue. It was easy the first few weeks--hell, even the first month--but each kiss was slowly adding another knot to the string which tied to him to you. Soon, Will was biting his tongue for an entirely different reason.

He wanted to roll over and find you asleep next to him. The chance to kiss you beneath the morning rays spilling through the bedroom window. To get lost in time and your hips instead of heading to work the second his alarm blared.

Nearly two months passed before Will saw his wish come true.

He’d showed up at your apartment unannounced. The late hour, making him wonder if you’d turn him away, ask him to leave. Instead, he found himself falling down the same rabbit hole with you. One where his courage, to tell you how he’d felt, was put on the back burner--drowned out by the feeling of your lips against his.

When he initially wakes, his surroundings are muddled by a haze of confusion.

The uncomfortable heat he usually feels from the sun pouring through his curtainless windows is gone. Instead, the sun is cast through a lacy pattern of curtains. The soft yellow sheets against his skin are unfamiliar. Instead of rolling over to find he’s alone, Will can’t move.

At some point in the night, your bodies had become tangled in an unfamiliar way. Your cheek is pressed against his chest, your legs tangled with his.

Though he’s found himself wanting to wake up alongside you, it takes a moment for Will to realize he hasn’t thought it through. Because, as it slowly sinks in, he realizes he has two options.

Adhere to your simple request of not complicating things by silently slipping out before you wake.

Stay alongside you, give the chance to wake to the warmth of his lips and touch.

Five minutes later, Will finds himself dressed in an unfamiliar kitchen. His keys are on the counter, alongside his phone--both forgotten. He’s staring at a blue blinking light, fingers running through his hair as he tries to determine the right button to push. The Keurig machine is nothing like his outdated yet uncomplicated one-pot machine at home.

He is so focused on not pressing the wrong button, and breaking your machine, that the highly-trained veteran doesn’t detect the shuffling of feet across the floor.

“Hi.”

He will deny it if ever asked, but Will jumps at the sound of the voice behind him.

He turns, expecting to find you, but finds someone much shorter. A silence falls over the room as Will takes in the five-year-old boy standing in the doorway.

Dressed in a pair of shorts and a Spider-man shirt, he allows his eyes to pass over Will’s face. His eyes mirror yours perfectly. They lower from Will’s to rest on the blue mug Will is still holding.

“Hey…” Before Will can string together the remainder of his sentence, your son has crossed the length of the kitchen.

“I’m Colby,” he announces as he drags the step stool across the floor.

Once positioned to his liking, Colby climbs up and helps himself to a bowl from the cabinet. His eyes move to Will for a moment before he retrieves a second bowl.

“Will.” Accepting the bowl, Colby sat before him, Will adds. “I’m friends with your mom.”

“You guys had a sleepover?”

“Yeah, we had a sleepover,” Will chuckles, watching as Colby silently studies the containers of cereal on the counter.

“You must be best friends.” Reaching for the container of Lucky Charms, Colby concentrates on filling his bowl. “My mom doesn’t have sleepovers.”

“Is it okay that I slept over?” Will asks as Colby reaches over to pour Lucky Charms into his bowl for him.

Colby’s response does not come until he’s retrieved the carton of milk from the refrigerator and he’s back on his step stool alongside Will.

“If you’re a nice friend. Yes.”

Accepting the carton of milk, Will tops off both bowls of cereal.

“Thank you,” the smile on Colby’s face brings one to Will’s. He points towards the drawer across the kitchen. “Mom keeps spoons in there.”

“Thanks.” Will cross the room, retrieving two spoons.

He turns to find Colby waiting patiently behind him, a bowl of Lucky Charms in hand.

“She likes cream and sugar,” Colby announces as he watches Will stick a spoon into his cereal.

“Thank you for sharing your cereal with me.”

"You can watch tv with me if you want."

Colby gives Will a final smile before disappearing into the living room. Will follows, watching as Colby carefully lowers his cereal onto the in-table. Taking a seat, he turns on the tv. The sound of Sponge-Bob fills the air as he picks up his spoon.

When he turns back towards the kitchen, Will finds the Keuring sputtering to life. He chuckles to himself as he watches coffee slowly stream into the waiting blue mug.

A cup of coffee and a bowl of Lucky Charms later, Will is quietly shuffling his way across your bedroom.

The lack of an alarm means you have slept past your typical early morning rising. The Saturday morning sun has warmed the spot he left open alongside you. You’ve replaced the warmth of his chest with a pillow.

Carefully balancing the steaming mug of coffee in his hand, Will settles onto the mattress alongside you.

It’s the warmth of his lips against your shoulder which slowly begins to lure you out of sleep. They drift along your skin, the scruff on his beard against your pulse, opening your eyes.

“Morning, sleepyhead.” The brush against his lips against yours earns him a soft smile. “I have coffee.”

The smell of coffee is promising, but it is discarded as your fingers slip into Will’s hair keeping his lips locked against yours. The brush of his tongue against yours is enough to distract your brain from realizing your situation.

It’s not until you’re upright, back against your headboard, that Will’s words have set in. He watches as your eyes widen.

“I met Colby,” he shares, passing over the coffee. “He’s a pretty smart kid.”

Your eyes drift shut, a groan falling from your lips.

“Have a little faith, sweetheart,” Will chuckles, the sound opening your eyes. “It didn’t go that bad.”

Your brow arches as you lift the mug to your lips.

“I think we got along pretty good,” Will admits as he takes your hand in his, the smile on his lips softening. “He treated me to breakfast.”

“He must really like you,” you giggle as his thumb brushes against your knuckles.

A silence falls over the room as Will concentrates on the pattern he massages into your skin.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.” He places a kiss against your knuckles as you release a sigh. “I was going to. I just…didn’t think I’d see you again after that first night and then…”

“You realized I was irresistible?”

The wink he sends your way makes it impossible to suppress the smile that spreads across your lips.

“It’s just, his dad and I promised we wouldn’t bring people around unless things were serious.”

“You don’t have to explain anything to me, y/n.”

“Yes, I do.” You lift the mug of coffee in your hand. “Bringing me coffee in bed...eating breakfast with my son...seems like things are getting serious with you, Will Miller.”

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Female reader x Jax Teller SMUT, violence, explicit language & possible spoilers. If you're under the age of 18, haven't finished the show, or dislike any of said topics, please read no further.

Request: “The reader loses her job and needs money to pay her mothers medical bills, she goes to see Lyla who is her friend at diosa, Lyla feels awful about the situation speaks to Opie about offering you a job at diosa to pay for the bills and he speaks to the sons about it, They let her work there and Lyla shows her the ropes of the place, after a week the sons come for a for a visit after a long day to relax and let’s just say that the reader catches jaxs eye and requests to spend the night with her. (he and Tara aren’t together)”

Backstory: Desperate to cover your mother’s medical bills, you’re willing to do whatever it takes to make ends meet. Even if that means stepping into the world of escorting. Resulting in one of the Sons, taking a particular liking to you.

“Shit” you curse as you notice another letter has been slipped through the mail slot, your mother not bothering to pick it up, which can only mean one thing. More medical bills. It’s been over two weeks since you lost your job, and no matter how hard you’ve been trying, nowhere is hiring and it’s starting to feel impossible. Soon enough you’ll be unable to help cover your mother’s bills, and when that happens…everything falls apart.

Adding the letter to the growing stack of unopened envelopes, you make your way up to your room. With a heavy sigh, you throw yourself onto the bed, eyes fixated on the ceiling as your mind races, scrambling for your next move having no idea what to apply for or where to even start. That’s when your friend Lyla pops into your head.

Y:N: Hey Lyla is it ok if I drop in and see you at Diosa tomorrow? I might need some help.

You and Lyla had known each other for a while now, but ever since she took over at Diosa, your friendship had faded slightly. Not because either of you didn’t care, but because life got in the way. You had your mom to worry about, and she had Diosa to run. You let out a faint laugh as you wonder why you never thought sooner to see if Lyla had a job for you, but then again working somewhere like Diosa would be completely new territory.

Lyla: Hi y/n. Sure thing I have 2 help Ope in the morning but will b in after 12. Hope everything is ok?

You stand up, getting undressed for your shower, catching your reflection in the mirror. Your hands trailing over your body as a flood of thoughts race through your mind. Can I even do this? Can I really be an escort? You tilt your head, studying yourself, doubt lingering over you but so does determination.

You step up to the doors, hesitating ever so slightly. You’ve driven past this place hundreds of times but stepping inside, is something you never even considered. You take a deep breath as you push the door open and take your first step inside.

Stepping into Diosa Norte for the first time, you stop to take in your surroundings. Women moving effortlessly through the room, leading men upstairs, their different conversations causing a low hum. The environment is some what warm and inviting, definitely different to what you had expected.

“Hey, can I help you?” A dark haired man approaches you, a phone pressed to his ear, but his conversation on pause to acknowledge you. His arms have intricate tattoos placed on them.

“Hi, I’m uh… looking for Lyla?” You say, glancing around the room before landing your eyes back onto him.

“Lyla? Yeah, she had some things to take care of, you know, but she should be back in a minute. Go ahead, take a seat” he looks at his watch before gesturing you towards a very comfy looking sofa.

“Thanks” you reply, offering a polite smile.

The man returns to his call. “Jax, you know what your Moms like if she said…” his voice fading as he walks deeper into Diosa.

As your eyes scan the ‘XXX’ menu in front of you, your attention is diverted when you hear someone calling your name.“y/n? hey!” Lyla greets you with a warm smile as she steps inside. Approaching you for a hug. “Hope you haven’t been waiting long” her tone light as she rubs your shoulder in a sympathetic way. “Let’s go upstairs” she says, leading you to the staircase.

You follow her, as you get to the top of the stairs you cant help but hear the sound of muffled moans accompanied by laughter and the slight creak of bed springs from behind the closed doors. You inhale a large breath as the smallest bit of uncertainty creeps in. Is this really where you belong? Lyla looks over her shoulder, catching the slight uncomfortableness written over your face. “Yeah, I never said it was any quieter up here” she laughs, as she opens the office door in front of you both.

She shuts the door behind you, the sound of pleasure fading away into silence. The rooms feels quieter as the weight of your situation hangs in the air. Lyla leans back against the desk, her stare sharp as she looks towards you.

“Come on then, what’s up?” She asks casually, a hint of concern underneath. She could tell from your text that something is wrong. She knows a brief history about your mother and her medical issues. She knows things have been rough these past few years so she’s already assumed it’s something to do with that.

“Where do I even begin?” You say with a shaky laugh, your throat tightening as you try to hold back the tears.

Lyla watches you closely, sensing the weight of your situation and the vulnerability you’re trying to keep hidden. You take a deep breath, the tears settling for just a moment as you begin to explain.

You tell her everything, a few tears spilled in between. You tell her all about your mother’s mounting medical bills, the ones you can’t keep up with no matter how hard you try. Losing your job, making it even harder. You tell her how it feels like the world is on your shoulders and there’s no way out.

“I just… I don’t know who else to turn to…” you say quitley. ”…are you hiring here?” You look towards your feet, knowing Lyla knows this isn’t your usual scene.

Her face immediately softens, stepping closer, the concern in her face evident. “I’m so sorry” her words are gentle yet reassuring. She knows what it’s like to be stuck, backed in a corner with no way out.

“I’d need to talk to Jax and Nero, I can’t just hire on the spot, it’s a process, but I’ll do everything I can to help” Her words aren’t the solution you’re looking for, but you can only try…right?

“Look, keep looking around just incase but I’ll talk to Ope tonight, I’m sure I can get him to talk to Jax… okay?” She holds your hand now. Her touch sincere.

“Thanks Lyla” you squeeze her hand, truly thanking her, this really could be your last life line.

“You okay babe?” Opies voice is soft but filled with concern as he sits at the edge of the bed, watching as Lyla enters the room. She exhales slowly, her mind still caught up in y/n’s situation. She gets comfy as she straddles onto Opie, her voice steady but tinged with worry as she starts to explain.

“It’s y/n, she’s struggling. Her mom’s bills are piling up, she's lost her job it’s just a lot for her right now you know…” her expression filled with empathy for her friend.

After a long pause, hesitantly she speaks up. “Do you think Jax could help? Maybe hire her?” She doesn’t want to sound too desperate, she knows Opie and the club already have a lot on their plate.

Opie closes his eyes softly, considering the question. “I’ll talk to Jax, but it’s not up to me” he responds “you think she could handle that?”. Lyla nods slowly, knowing you’ll do whatever it takes. She appreciates his honestly, hoping there’s a slight chance Jax and Nero will agree.

Jax is taking in the fresh air, enjoying a rare moment of quiet before Opie walks up, flipping open his lighter and sparking a cigarette. He takes a long drag before speaking.

“Lyla’s got this friend, names y/n” his tone starting casual. “She’s been dealin’ with a lot, moneys tight and her mom’s not doing too good. She's trying but it ain’t easy, brother”.

Jax takes the cigarette from Opie's hand, before inhaling himself he mutters “you tellin' me this for a reason?” Knowing Opie isn’t one to bring up something unless it mattered.

Opie takes a deep breath. “Lyla's been on my ass about helping her out. Figured I’d ask before she chews my ear off”

Jax smirks “and what can I do about it?” He passes the cigarette back to Opie.

“You got any jobs open at Diosa?” His eyes lay on the ground as he takes another drag.

Jax tilts his head, considering the idea “Lyla think she’d be a good fit?”

“Lyla thinks she just needs a break” he lets out a dry chuckle. “Nice set of tits though” He adds, continuing to laugh.

Jax rubs his jaw, thinking it over. “I’ll talk to Nero, see what we can do” he finally says. “Looking at another woman’s tits” he shakes his head, clicking his tongue in a mocked disapproving tone.

“Appreciate it” Opie nods, flicking his cigarette away.

“No promises” Jax insists, as they head back into the clubhouse.

Jax pulls up to his mom’s house, turning off the engine before stepping inside. Gemma and Nero are standing in the kitchen, coffee in hand. He leans down behind his Mom, pressing a kiss to her head.

“Hey ma” he says softly.

“Hey baby” Gemma says raising her hand to soothe his face.

Moving over to Nero, he pats him on the shoulder as he passes by, taking a seat at the table. “Wassup homes?” He smirks.

“You tell me mano” he says, watching Jax over the rim of his cup. “You look like you about to drop some shit in my lap”.

Jax exhales, rubbing the back of his neck “need a favor” he smirks just a little. “Lylas got a friend. Girls in a tight spot, needs money to help her mom or some shit. Looking for a bit of work. Lyla thinks she might be a good fit at Diosa” he waits for Neros response.

Nero takes a seat, leaning back in the chair. “She got experience?”.

Jax rolls his shoulders, “not sure” he admits. “I don’t have time to meet her myself, clubs got me running shit all over. Think you can handle it?”.

Nero studies Jax, making his own mind up. “And you trust Lyla’s judgment on this?”

“Lyla knows what she’s doing when it comes to the talent, and if she’s not cut out for it, no hard feelings send her packing” Jax smiles “I trust your judgement too” he fiddles with the toothpick in his mouth.

Nero nods, a small breath leaving his nose, like he’s already regretting his decision. He nods anyway “Have her come by tomorrow, I’ll check her out”

“Thank you brother” Jax responds as Nero shakes his head with a chuckle.

“Yeah, yeah” he waves his hand “just don’t make a habit out of it, Diosa ain’t a damn charity”

Jax’s pushes his chair backwards, preparing to stand up. “Tell that to the girls paying your bills”.

Nero just laughs, shaking his head as Jax approaches his Mom. They exchange a few quick words before he leaves her with another kiss, signalling a small nod to Nero and then leaving, back into his own world of chaos.

As you walk into Diosa, your heart is racing, even more than the first time. Knowing you’re actually here to get the ball rolling. The scent of perfume and something sweet fills the air as you try to push your nerves down, the anxiety building in your chest.

Lyla spots you almost immediately, as she leans casually against the bar. “Hey girl, you ready to meet Nero?” Her eyes sparkling with reassurance.

“Hey” you say in response, swallowing your nerves and nodding as you followed her over to where Nero was stood. He was leaning against a wall near the back of the reception room, arms crossed scanning the place with calm authority. That’s when you realise he’s the same guy from the other day who you spoke to when you had first walked in.

As you got closer, Nero’s eyes flickered to you, a small hint of recognition lighting them up. “You… were here the other day right? Waiting for Lyla” you took a steady breath before speaking.

“Yeah that was me…I don’t really know what I’m doing but I’m willing to learn, anything and I’m down” you practically plead.

Nero doesn’t respond straight away, he looks you up and down his expression unreadable. Finally he speaks. “Experience matters here mama…” his eyes soften ”…but having Lyla vouch for you? That means a lot… I’ll give you a shot. You got a week to prove to me how bad you want this… think of it as a you know, a sort of trial run” his eyes smile but his mouth doesn’t move.

“Lyla will show you the ropes and shit” he goes to walk off but turns round suddenly “it ain’t all about sex though mama, you remember that. Some of these men, want connection” he flickers his fingers in the air mimicking fireworks.

You smile at Nero, mouthing a silent ‘thank you’ he gives the smallest nod before turning back to his business, already moving on from the conversation. Lyla rests a reassuring hand on your shoulder. “you got this, okay?” she says as she squeezes you slightly.

Lyla walks you through the dimly lit halls, gesturing to the different rooms as she explains what (or who) goes down in each. “I’ll show you how things work, what the guys expect, what to look out for and all that stuff” and that’s exactly what she does, no sugar coating it either.

“Before we go any further, let’s talk safety” she says, her tone switching to professional. “First rule. You don’t do anything you’re not comfortable with, ever! I don’t care how much money they offer or how sweet they talk, if you ain’t feeling it, you say no, got it?” You nod, her tone coming down a notch.

“Second… protection, always. No exceptions. If they try to argue, tell them to take that shit somewhere else, every room has one of these alarms, use it if you need to. Someone will be up straight away” she then hands you a small bag full of condoms. “We keep these stocked, you’ll never run out. Every top drawer will be full of them, make sure they’re wrapped before anything happens” she pauses tilting her head, “you on birth control?”

You laugh, hesitating for a second, all of this feeling a bit surreal before you answer “yeah”, looking through the condom bag, different brands, sizes, styles and color.

“Good. If you ever need anything, pills, a doctor, whatever just come to me okay, no shame, no judgement” she straightens up, “you’ve got a week, I have faith in you sweetie” she says, giving you a sense of hope.

She gives you another small smile, seeing the nerves flow through you. “You won’t be getting down to the good stuff tonight, there’s a room just down there, clothes shoes and everything you’ll need, all different sizes. Find something that suits you, okay?” She says, you’re starting to feel at ease now. “Tonight’s about getting comfortable. We’ll have you mingle a bit, meet some of the girls, chat with the guys keep them happy with conversation while the others handle the rest… how does that sound?” She asks, leaning against the door frame, noting that you don’t look as tense as before.

“I think I’m good” you laugh, taking another deep breath, mentally preparing yourself for tonight.

“Go on then, go find something to wear” she says with a laugh, pointing you to the room a few doors down.

Despite the nerves that held you back in the beginning, as the days go by you were starting to feel much more comfortable in your skin. It hadn’t been easy, but you were beginning to see just how well you were adapting to this new routine. Everyday felt a little smoother, and even though you had your moments of doubt, they weren’t as regular as before.

At first, everything had been a blur of awkwardness, especially your first client. The nerves were overwhelming and the experience was uncomfortable at best. But after that, something shifted. The second client was easier, all tension gone as soon as you found your hidden confidence. By the third, you realised Nero was right, it wasn’t all about sex, this guy just wanted to be listened too, be held as he cried about the dramas he was having with his wife. It was pretty sad actually.

Tonight, as the last day of your week, it was your chance to prove to Nero and the others that you were ready and that you wanted to stick around. There would be no turning back after today.

Jax stepped into Diosa with the rest of the club. It had been a long day, the kind of day that made you want to shut everything else out a lose yourself for a while. Diosa being the perfect place to do that. No questions asked, no drama, just the freedom to let off some pent up steam.

Jax slid onto one of the bar stools, catching the eye of Lyla behind the bar. He gave her a nod, and she waved back. His attention is shifting around the room as the rest of the guys settled in. His eyes finding you immediately.

You’re leant against the furthest side of the bar talking with a few of the other girls you had made friends with this past week. His gaze lingered, drawn to you without even realising why. He leant back on his stool trying to shake the feeling off, it’s a rare thing for him to feel something so quick for a woman he barely knew.

Nero, moving into the stool beside him. “I see you eyeing up the new girl” he laughs, waving one of the other girls attention for a drink.

Jax doesn’t take his eyes off you, watching as you laugh and engage in conversation. He couldn’t explain it but he felt drawn to you. “She new?” He questions.

Nero chuckles “you serious?” His eyebrow twitches “that’s y/n, the one you wanted to help out….” He says shaking his head.

Jax let out a dry laugh, rubbing his face “shit… that’s her?” He remembers the conversation he had with Opie, about Lylas friend needing help, but with him being too wrapped up in club shit he never had the time to actually sit down and meet her himself, passing the task onto Nero, that is until tonight.

Nero's grin grows wider “No shit mano, that’s your employee though can’t keep staring at her like you’re about to eat her alive”

Jax laughs, a yearning look in his eyes. “let’s call it quality control”.

Nero, shaking his head “sure, sure, but you might wanna think twice about sleeping with your workers” he raises his eyebrows.

Jax’s smirk faded just a little as he looks over to you once more, a whole new set of thoughts running through his mind. “Wish me luck” he says, standing from the seat and patting Nero on the back.

“That boy ain’t ever gonna learn” Nero muttered as he watched Jax make his way towards you.

Both you and Lyla are unaware of his approach. He took a moment, sweeping over you, trying to read you. You looked comfortable enough, but he could sense something slight in your posture, the way you carried yourself like you were still deciding if you belonged here.

Lyla clocks him first, smirking as she makes eye contact just over your shoulder. “Look who finally decides to show up, huh” she teases lightly. “y/n, meet Jax Teller. The other half of Diosa” she smiles.

For the first time, your eyes meet, and for a brief moment, the noise of Diosa fades into the background. There was something there. A pull neither of you could explain.

You held his stare, refusing to shrink under the weight of it. Instead, you offer a tender smile. “I just wanted to say... thank you...you know for the opportunity” your words stammering slightly as you try to hold his gaze.

A slow smirk grew from the corners of Jax’s mouth, something unreadable you noticed in his eyes. “No problem...good to finally put a face to the name” He gives you a small nod.

Opie walks up, wrapping his arms around Lyla from behind, whispering something into her ear. Whatever it was made her blush and smile. Opie nodded at you with a friendly smile “Hey y/n”.

He then slaps Jax on the shoulder. “Catch you later brother” Jax smirks in response, knowing exactly what their about to do. With that, Opie and Lyla excuse themselves from the conversation, leaving you and Jax alone, the sudden quiet between you, forcing a conversation.

Jax leans against the bar, getting closer to you now. “So...” he began, his tone smooth and casual “How’s your first few days been?” an edge of curiosity behind his tone.

You turn your whole body to face him now, he takes in what you’re wearing. A lacy black two piece hugging your body, with a long robe, feathers hanging off at the arm sleeves and its base veil, its soft fabric catching the light as you settle in your seat.

“It was... a lot to take in, but I...” you stop mid sentence as you realised what you’d just said, the unintentional innuendo slipping out from your mouth. Jax’s smile beaming, clearly catching on.

“Not... like that” you say quickly, laughing through your embarrassment. "not that it wasnt...but...I'm just gonna stop talking now…" you try to save yourself

Jax’s laugh grows louder, his shoulders dancing up and down with amusement. "It's okay, you ain’t gotta explain yourself” he teased, sensing how flustered you just got.

“So you busy tonight or...” he questions wondering how long he has left to talk to you.

Running your finger over the rim of your glass before drinking it, you begin to respond “Depends…if someone asks for me, then yes, if not then no, I'll just be down here floating around” You let your eyes trace over Jax’s form, a deliberate smile creeping onto your face.

“What about you?…” you ask, treading lightly, your tone low but teasing. “…you got a favorite girl here or...”

Jax’s eyes light up ever so slightly as a grin spreads across his face at your question. He chuckles whilst shaking his head. “I don’t mix business with pleasure” he says softly, as if he’s not entirely letting his guard down, not wanting to give away his mission of the night.

You let out a laugh, clearly not buying his answer. Before you go to question how he eases his tension, a client walks in. You glance at Jax with a mischievous glimmer in your eye. “See ya around…boss” you say, your tone playful, before making your way over to the man.

His gaze sharpens, the faintest hint of jealousy creeping in as he watches you sway towards the new comer. He continues watching intently as your figure moves, the sheer fabric of the robe barely concealing you as the feathers caressing the edge of the lower veil trail behind you. A restless twitch stirs just below his belt, his eyes sharpening as he takes you in. His eyes don’t leave the interaction as he watches you welcome the new client into Diosa.

Jax grits his teeth, his grip tightening around his beer as he watches you intently. His eyes narrow when the man moves in too close. Jax can see now that the man is completely intoxicated, swaying and mumbling things that don’t make sense.

You look left and right, clearly getting uncomfortable now, his breath is heavy and he’s pushing too close, not taking the hint.

Jax groans, pushing off from the bar and striding towards the both of you, every muscle in his body tense with readiness.

“We got a problem?” Jax’s voice is deep, causing the air around them to thicken. Nero, who is currently talking to an employee begins to steal looks almost as if he realises something is off. Chibs doing the same as he’s sitting with a Diosa girl.

You turn to him, thankful of his presence. “He’s too drunk to be in here” you say, looking back at the drunken figure. “I’ve told him hes gotta got but he’s insisting”.

The drunk looks around in your direction “just... s-suck my dick like I asked... you wh...” he hiccups in between words “...you whore”. He sneers, leaning closer again.

Before you can react, Jax is on him. His fist connects with the man’s jaw with a sickening force. He stumbles back, but not for too long. He retaliates, throwing a wild punch that catches Jax in the side of his face. Nero and Chibs appear from nowhere, rushing to break them both apart as the fight escalates.

The others upstairs, completely oblivious, lost in their own worlds of pleasure, as you experience your first down side of working at Diosa.

It doesn’t take long for the dust to settle. Nero throwing the man out, but not before adding a few punches of his own. Jax touches the cut now bleeding from above his eyebrow. His jaw tightens with lingering anger as he notices the blood. Without a word, he turns and walks off into one of the rooms, slamming the door behind him.

Nero gives you a once over, his look full of concern. “You good, Mija?” He rubs your shoulder gently. He’s impressed with how you handled that. No panic, no drama, just calm and collected. Jax though, will be hearing Neros thoughts later.

“Yeah, i’m okay, he was just too much…sorry” you admit, Nero nods in total agreement.

“We’re all about safety mama, don’t apologise. You did the right thing” he lets you know, before walking back over to Chibs.

You hesitate for a moment, the adrenaline still rushing through your veins. As the others continue talking, dissecting what had just gone on, you decide to quietly slip away and check on Jax, easing open the door he just slammed shut.

Jax was sat on the edge of the bed, his head in his hands, elbows resting on his knees. His once perfected hair now messy giving him more of a rough edge. His knuckles were raw, and a small trickle of blood ran from a cut just above his eyebrow. He exhaled deeply, lost in thought, but second he noticed you, he straightened. His blue eyes locking onto yours.

“You good?” He asks, his voice steady. Scanning you for any sign of distress.

You scoff just a little, “I should be asking you that” you say, walking further into the room, closing the door behind you.

“You could, but I asked first” he smiled, seeing you approach. You roll your eyes in response, feeling the way your chest tightens as his gaze lingered on you. He looked at you as if you were more than a woman he barely knew.

You don’t respond with words, you were too busy grabbing a paper towel from the nightstand and wetting it with some of the bottled water, the sound of soft rustling coming from the towel seems to fill the room as he tracks you with each step you take.

You kneel down in front of him, parting his legs slightly with your own. You were close to him now, a little too close, but neither of you seemed to mind. Your focus mainly on the cut above his eyebrow, his strong scent hovering around you, sweat, leather and smoke tinged with his personal smell. His hands are resting on the bed beside him, as if he was trying to maintain his composure. You could tell he was hurting but he wasn’t one to make a scene of it.

“Hold still” you mumble, as you dab the towel gently against the cut. His body shifting slightly in response to the pain. His eyes never leaving yours, except for the occasional quick glance down at your chest, so close he could almost feel the heat radiating off you.

“You always this caring for the guys you barely know?” He asks, his voice playful and almost teasing.

“You always checking out the tits of the person patching you up?” You shoot back with a smirk as you continues to clean the blood away from his face.

He falters for a second, a bit of colour rising up his face but he shakes it off just as fast. “Lyla told Ope about your mom, the bills and everything” he studies your reaction “That’s the only reason you’re here? Wanting the job?”

You finish cleaning the cut, then press your hands into his thighs as you push yourself up, the warmth of his skin seeping through his jeans. His eyes linger downwards, watching the way your hands move against him. “I’m not exactly here for the exercise” you laugh, but there’s a hint of something guarded in your voice.

He catches the way your shoulders tense slightly, he doesn’t want to push you any further, he tilts his head, taking you in. But he just can’t help himself. “Can I just ask you one more thing?” His voice is softer now, somewhat sympathetic. He doesn’t wait for you to answer “if you get the job and make enough money, will you quit?”

You pause slightly, giving him a small shrug “that’s the plan, but I’m not sure how long it’ll take for me to make what I need”

“How much we talkin’?” His expression unreadable.

You shake your head inhaling another deep breath “too much to count” you decide to open up a little “I need five grand by the end of the month” you sigh saying the words out loud making it feel even more impossible to achieve it.

He doesn’t say anything, just runs a hand over his jaw, taking in everything you’ve said. The silence making your chest tighten again, so you decide to end the conversation before it gets even deeper.

“You’re all cleaned up” you say, brushing your hands off against each other as you turn towards the door.

His voice stopping you before you reach the handle “where you going?”

You look over your shoulder, “back out there, someone’s gotta be there to welcome them, pour drinks and all that” you laugh, confused as to where exactly he thought you would be going.

“What if I don’t want you to leave yet?” His voice dips lower, a look in his eyes as if his mission is about to succeed.

You turn towards him fully, raising your eyebrow just a little. “Then you’d have to do like the rest…and pay for my company” you smile cockily, your words teasing but clear.

He chuckles, clearly impressed by how easily you slip into the role of the confident woman who knows her worth. With a half smile he goes into his pocket, still not breaking the eye contact. He pulls out a thick roll of cash, tossing it onto the bed next to him with casual confidence. There’s no arrogance in the way that he does it, it’s more of a silent agreement, a sign that he’s more than willing to pay if it means spending more time with you. Your pulse quickens, then as if making a decision that could complicate things, you reach and turn the lock.

You take slow steps back towards him, letting your robe slip off your shoulders and pooling behind you, the motion looking effortless. Jax watches on, his tongue flicking over his lips as the anticipation darkens his gaze. Then, you kneel down once again. Undoing the laces of his airforces, slipping them off one by one.

Your fingers press into the arches of his feet, kneading out the tension that resides there. He exhales deeply, the sound rough and full of relief. “Damn” he mutters under his breath, leaning back onto his elbows as he watches you with his hungry eyes.

You smile in response, your eyes matching his. Working your thumbs over a tight spot before your hands start trailing upwards, slowly and deliberately. His breath hitches, as you reach for his belt buckle, undoing it with ease. You pull back for a moment, standing up straight and extending your hand to Jax with confidence, almost as if you were daring him to join you. He takes your hand in his. His fingers curling around yours as he stands. You kick off your heels, your height declining a little, as he looks down at you with his dominant presence.

You step closer, reaching for his kutte as you slide it off of his broad shoulders, placing it carefully on the back of the chair behind you. He watches you, not a word leaving his lips as you begin to take control of the situation.

A look of appreciation and desire in his eyes. Up until now, you have never allowed yourself to feel anything for any of the clients you’d been with, whether it was sexual or not. You’d kept them locked away. But with Jax, it's something you can’t ignore.

You slowly pull his crisp white tee over his head, revealing his muscular frame, slick with sweat from the events of today. Your fingers trace the ‘Abel’ tattoo on his chest, and he can feel the curiosity in the way you look at it. “my son” he says quietly, his voice carrying a tenderness you haven't heard from him yet. Your hands move lower, brushing over the rough scars left behind from the stabbings just below his ribs, the same thoughtful expression on your face. Without having to say a single word, he answers you. “prison” he mumbles, his voice almost sounding detached, as if its everyday you meet someone with the same scars.

You know nothing about Jax on a personal level, but of course you knew of SAMCRO with Lyla being your only real connection to the club, and that’s enough to keep you aware, but from a safe distance.

Over the past few nights, you’ve learned not to ask questions, not to pry into the lives of your clients but to just go with the flow. And right now, that’s exactly what you intend to do.

You catch your bottom lip between your teeth as you look at him, your hands picking up where they left off. Gripping the waistband of his jeans, you give them a firm tug. He kicks them off without any hesitation. With a slow and deliberate push, you guide him back until he’s bracing himself against the bed. Climbing on top of him, you move upwards, your hands trailing his thighs. You start by pressing messy, open mouthed kisses along his neck, feeling how his body reacts beneath you.

His breath fastens, his hands coming up to touch you in the middle of your back as your lips trail lower. Turning your attention to his boxers, you kiss him over the fabric, letting the tension build as his eyes lock onto you with raw desire. His hips shift beneath you, betraying his need for more. You slide his boxers down, revealing him full as he springs free from the cloth. Your approving eyes meet his, and the way you look at him has him swallowing hard.

Your eyes examine him with admiration, taking in every detail like his dick has been sculpted just for you. He stands thick and ready, his precum catching the light, shimmering under the soft glow from above. Every pulse and twitch letting you know just how ready he is. The moment your lips wrap around him, he sucks in a sharp breath, tensing beneath you. His hands move, not knowing where to place them fighting the urge to grab hold of you, to guide you deeper. You move your head with a slow and steady rhythm, taking your time before your lips finally meet the sensitive skin at his base. The feeling of his shaven pubes brushing against your upper lip. You take all of him whole and he cant hold back any longer. His fingers grip the back of your head, pulling you in closer, leaving you breathless as you struggle for air.

You grunt, as he releases the pressure, finally allowing you to breathe again. A trail of saliva drips from your mouth, falling back onto him. “Fuuuuck” he mutters, his body instinctively arching towards you. You let out a teasing laugh, a proud smile curling on your lips, pleased with yourself for taking him all in at once.

“Come here” he instructs, his voice low and seductive. Sitting up, he gently guides you closer. His fingers curling around your chin as he pulls you into him. His lips crash against yours, both urgent and demanding. He can taste himself lingering on your tongue. Each movement driving you wild, the sensation making your pussy salivate as it begins to drip for him.

Jax looks at you, his voice deep. “You got anything?” You point to the top drawer next to the bed in response. He moves quickly, opening it, his hands focused as he searches.

You watch him closely, your breath catching in your throat at he rolls it down with care, his every movement precise, the tension thickening with every passing second.

As soon as he finishes, he’s on you, grabbing you with a force that takes you by surprise. He lays you down on your back, his body pressing against yours. He can feel the wetness on his thigh as he uses it to guide your legs apart.

“you look so fuckable right now” he says, leaning back on his knees as he prepares to enter. He teases you gently, stroking his cock as he taps it against your wanting clit. Your jaw clenches with eagerness, “Fuck me then”. Jax did not need to be told twice.

He slowly enters you, as you let out an involuntary gasp at the sensation of fullness he’s causing. There's a lot of him to take in. “you good?” he laughs, checking in with you before he continues. When you nod, he increases his pace, his movements becoming more powerful.

You try to form words, to let Jax know he’s doing a good job, but you’re unable to form any, only short breathy pants and moans. Jax has a smug look on his face, enjoying the effect he’s having on you.

“You usually fuck your boss?” he asks, his voice authoritative as he continues to drive into you, his blonde hair grazing against your ear as he nestles his head into your neck.

You grab the back of his head, pulling it so that you make eye contact “Only if they seem worth it” you huff in response.

Jax cant help but laugh, even more turned on by your response. He quickly pulls out, only to turn you around guiding you onto your stomach, facedown. The audacity in your words fuelling his assertiveness. He grabs you by the waist, taking hold of you possessively, firmly forcing you to arch your back into a submissive position. “It’s like that is it? darlin’” his sudden aggression making you even wetter than you once were.

Your face is pressed into the pillow, but you manage to look slightly to the left, sneaking glances at him over your shoulder. His messy hair falls across his face as you watch his eyes roam your body, his expression dark.

He enters you again quickly, watching intensely as your ass crashes against his pelvic bone, sending waves through your skin. His hand reaches over pushing you down further into the pillow, the sound of your bodies meeting sounding like a round of applause.

Together, you move in perfect sync, your bodies working together to bring one another closer towards the edge. The room echoes with a mix of moans and gasps, each sound a testament to the intense pleasure you’re both currently experiencing.

Your hands reach back, spreading your cheeks giving Jax a newer sensation as he pounds in and out of you, he almost cant believe his eyes, how vulnerable you’re being for him. “Good girl” he groans, the slight difference in position making your walls tighten around him.

Jax, the man of many positions, now lies beneath you, the roles reversed. He can’t take his eyes off you. You’re the one in control once again. There’s a way about how he’s looking at you, taking in every moment unable to take his eyes off you. He’s lost in you, the way you look, the way you move, fucking beautiful - inside and out.

You hover above him, just out of reach, teasing him and keeping him wanting more. His hands grip at your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh, but you manage to stay in control. Loving the way his breath becomes rough with anticipation. Without warning, you take him in again, slamming down hard and deep.

Another moan leaving his mouth, his whole body tense again as the pleasure takes over. Your fingers glide over his body, as you ride the aftershocks surging through him.

Your hands are at his neck now, your body shielding his. He moves his hands, grabbing you by the ass with one and the other cradling your head in place, keeping you where he needs you, by his actions you can tell he’s used to being in control and taking what he wants.

He lifts his knees up gaining his own balance, his feet digging into the bed before moving his hips furiously underneath you, curving through your walls, each thrust forcing a gasp from your mouth.

“Ja- Jax…fuck…I’m gonna” you confess, unable to actually get the words out.

He smiles at your confession, his grip firm as he continues to hold you in place. Pressing desperate kisses onto your open mouth. “That’s…what I like… to hear” he mumbles, his words getting lost as you whimper into him.

His thrusts are getting slower, more sporadic. He’s close, and he can tell by the way your body trembles above him that you are too. His grip shifts once more. The hand placed on your ass, is now pushing firmly against your lower back, forcing him deeper. The pressuare sends you spiralling, you cry out as your body convulses around him, causing his cock to pump out cum.

He’s panting heavily along with you, his head buried onto your shoulder, his eyes wincing in pleasure. “y/n…fuc-” he pleads into your ear.

You don’t hear him of course you’re too busy wrapped up in your own climax. Your fists balling at the sheets beneath you, your head finding solace in the crevice of Jax’s shoulder. He releases the tension in his body as he throws his head back against the pillow, breathing hard with a satisfied smile on his face. He waits for you to come down and join him.

As the last waves of pleasure fade, you lift your head, meeting Jax’s eyes with a breathless laugh. Your bodies still tangled together, the heat dancing off the both of you.

With a slow movement, you slide off him, removing the condom carefully in the process. You tie it off and toss it into the nearby bin before crashing back down beside him.

Both your chests rise and fall in sync, the silence between you tessellating with satisfaction. Jax turns his head, a full smirk playing at his lips as he watches you, “Think I changed my mind” he admits, lazily resting his hands behind his head.

You raise your brow slightly, your breaths finally in regular rhythm again. “About what?”.

“Think you’re my first favorite” his smirk deepens, as he grabs his cigarettes off the side and lighting one up, the flame flickers, causing a slight glow against his face. You playfully smack his chest before retrieving your scattered clothing and getting them back on.

“Where you goin now?” He questions, a neediness in his voice, but you can tell he’s joking with it.

“What? Did you expect me to stay and cuddle” you respond tying the feathered robe back around your waist.

“Would have been nice” he chuckles, running a hand through his hair before standing up. The cigarette clinging to his lips as he exhales a stream of smoke, taking his time getting dressed as if he had nowhere else to be.

You watch him pull on his clothes, a small curve to your lips. Once he’s finished, you grab his kutte, stepping up behind him and sliding it over his shoulders, putting his pride back where it belonged.

“Thank you” he uttered, adjusting himself. He then spots the rolled up cash on the floor, the same stack he had tossed earlier.

With a lazy bend, he picks it up, handing it to you. Then, without a word, he reaches into his pocket and pulls another roll out, pressing it into your hand. His own hand lingering a little longer than it needed too.

The weight of the cash feels heavier, much more than it should as your fingers tighten around the stacks. A quick mental count tells you it’s close to four thousand, way more than you had expected. You look up at him, your eyes flickering with disbelief.

“Jax?… this is… a lot” you say, shocked but thankful.

Jax shrugs, feeling generous. “It’s a start..,handle what you need to” he says, like it’s nothing.

You stare at the money he had placed in your hand. Between this and what you’d already made this week, you now have enough to cover this months debt, something that less than an hour ago felt impossible.

Jax observes how you accept his help, with a slight tilt of his head he says “See you Monday night” throwing you a wink before you could even say thank you out loud, strolling out like he didn’t just change everything.

Nero glances up as Jax walks over, a knowing look in his eyes. “So… how’d your test run go?”

Jax can’t help but grin in response, flicking his cigarette into the ashtray upon the bar. “She’s got the job” he tells Nero confidently, no doubt about it.

Nero chuckles, a low sound of understanding as he pats Jax on the back “didn’t take you long to make up your mind, eh ese?”

Jax laughs, a low but genuine sound. “What can I say?” he says, throwing his hands up in a dramatic gesture, his shoulders lifting with the movement. “I’m a simple man” the familiar smirk spread across his face.

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I’m with someone else? Damn Charlie’s done worked his charm👀. Will we make it work again? What does Joseph have to ask?👀. You did what was need to be done!!!👏🏾👍🏾😭🙌🏾♥️!!! Please do a part 2!🙋🏾‍♀️.

Missin You - Charlie Hunnam

Summary: Ever had a thing with that special someone? Ever feel like you don’t fit into their world? You and Charlie known each other quite sometime. You tried with him before but what happens when You and him talk things out?

Pairing: Charlie Hunnam x Female Reader

Warnings: some smut, fluff, angst

Note: I hope you guys like it :) saw @henrythickcavill posted Charlie hunnam and that gave me sort of an idea. This is my first time writing about him.

You couldn’t bare to look at him. Every time you were around him your heart beats like crazy. You never question yourself on how you feel about him you were just better at hiding them.

Someone who means the most to you that you tried having that special relationship with them you just couldn’t do it with him. It’s almost like you missed him. How could someone like you try to be the person who fits into his life? You had some special you love dearly but something wasn’t clicking between you and your lover Joseph.

Painting a person wasn’t so hard for you to do, that’s where you spend most of the time in your painting room so you wouldn’t bother anybody. You love painting, but you knew it wouldn’t get you a job anywhere.

“Y/N hey.” You heard that familiar voice. “Keke said I would find you here.”

“Charlie.” You began to speak. “You that bored you had to find me.” You laugh painting on the canvas board.

Charlie laughed. “Uh, Yeah. Your roommates Keke and Sasha are boring.” He sat down on the chair you had up against the wall by the door.

“Mhm.” You continued to paint.

Charlie laughed again. “What? Y/N were not the same anymore and I just wanted to see how you were doing.”

You nod, trying to see if your painting wasn’t too sloppy. “I’m good at painting.”

Charlie leaned forward watching you as he spoke with his fingers touching each other. “I heard Joseph coming by today with a surprise.”

You sigh. “Yeah, that’s what he says.”

He let out a scoff. “So if he asks you to marry him would you?”

You stood there for a second turned a little to look at him. “Why you ask that? He told you he was?”

He shakes his head. “No, I just don’t think he’s the right guy and you don’t love him like you say you do.”

You place your paintbrush in a cup of water. “Charlie I believe I can love anybody I want.”

“So you would say yes if he got down on one knee?” Charlie somewhat needed to know about this. He was never a fan of you dating Joseph again. Ever since he came back around you been distance.

You shrug, not answering the question.

“I see.” He ran his hand through his hair. “You gave him a chance, but you wouldn’t give me one?” Pissed written all over his face.

A confused look appears on your face. “What’s that supposed to mean? Charlie we were never going to work.” You spoke the truth for once.

He got up, taking a step slowly towards you as you continued to talk. “I’m not having this discussion again. I can’t.” Tears dwell in your eyes you blink, trying to hide them.

“We tried and tried.” You sniffle feeling a tear roll down your cheek. “Charlie we just wouldn’t make sense.”

He slowly walked up to you and tried to grab your face, but you moved his hand. “No No. We tried I couldn’t do it.” You turn around cleaning your paintbrushes for the day.

“You mean you couldn’t love him like you love me?” You and Charlie did try going out and dating each other but you knew you didn’t fit into his world. You knew maybe you weren’t the girl for him.

You closed your eyes, shaking your head. You could feel his presence behind you. What do you say to someone special in your life that you tried with him once before, but something else kept holding you back.

“Y/N.” He said, softly slowly closing the space between you and him. “Look at me love.”

You shook your head no. Charlie wraps his arms behind you, his face buried into your neck as he whispers against it. “I missed you.”

Y/N sniffles move away from him until he grabs her hand pulling her back into him. This time face to face. Your eyes travel from his gorgeous face to his lips.

He let his hand caress your cheek gently as his thumb wipe the tears from your cheek. He carefully looked at you.

“Don’t be with him.” His voice cracked his eyes were still staring at your lips.

You were about to say something until his lips pressed against yours. This time you didn’t hold back so you kissed him back wrap your arms around his neck. You didn’t know you dropped the paintbrushes because you were too busy kissing him.

Charlie picked you up and lay you on your bed gently. He got comfortable in between your legs as he continued to kiss you until he lifted up your shirt. He kissed from your neck to your chest, then your stomach. You bite your lips feeling his teeth on your stomach when he began to unzip your jeans.

Your hand fully grips his hair as you were trying to catch your breathing. Charlie got your pants down fully then your panties also.

Charlie’s eyes showed hunger. He couldn’t wait to taste you again. It has been a minute since he did so. You looked at him for a second until you felt his tongue on your clit.

“Oh.” You gasped gripping his hair almost tightly.

His tongue flicks up and down on your clit. You were pretty certain that he spells his name CHARLIE on it. You almost forgot what his tongue felt like. You were enjoying every minute of it.

“Charlie.” You moan grip the bedsheets. You move your hips upward while running your hand through his hair. “Fuck!”

“Mhm.” He mumbled letting his tongue play with your clit some more.

You were almost at your climax ready to cum into his mouth when there was a knock at your door.

“Charlie oh god!” You moan quietly roll your eyes arching your back.

“Y/N Joseph is here!” That right there you pushed Charlie away from your legs.

You got up quickly putting your pants and panties back on feeling flustered as fuck.

“Y/N really?” Charlie watches you fix yourself.

You sigh locked eyes with him. “Charlie not now.” You rub your hand over your face, realizing what the fuck both of you just did.

Y/N rushed to put her shoes on then grab her jacket from the closet. She put her jacket on when Charlie grabs her hand pulling her into him.

“Y/N pleases.” He trailed off. “Don’t do this.” You notice tears dwell in his eyes. He did well at hiding them.

“We can make this work this time around.” He said above a whisper.

You let your hand caress his face for a moment. You took one more good look at him and said. “I missed you too Boo Bear.” You pressed your lips against his cheeks, then left out the door going to meet Joseph downstairs.

Charlie smiled to himself hearing you call him that nickname you gave him a year ago. He chuckles a bit headed out the door thinking about what just happened.

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Charlie Hunnam X Black Reader Drabble

Since there are none. I am going to post a Charlie Hunnam and black reader story soon and I am even thinking of doing one for his King Arthur (have to watch movie again.....because I fell asleep in the theaters. LOL) and Triple Frontier characters. So we shall see.....

 “I’m going to be honest with you.” Charlie lifted your chin to have you look into his blue eyes. “I’m not looking for anything serious. I just got out of a relationship and I am not looking to settle down again right now.”

You smiled softly at him. What he just confessed did not faze you one bit.

“I’m not looking to settle down either Charlie.” You found your fingers playing in his beard.

“So, where does that leave us?” Charlie held his breath waiting for you to answer.

“I mean Charlie if you want to fuck, we can with no strings attach. We are both adults and can handle that, don’t you think?”

Charlie’s face broke out into a huge smile.

“Yeah, I think we can handle that.” He smiled at you and grabbed you by the waist.

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[chaneajoyyy]

There should be more charlie hunnam x reader stories

I’m just making my way over there (only because I was trying to catch up with everything else first). Wait there aren’t that many? I’ve only read 2 so far and just found another.

[hotdamnhunnam]

Kutte Open

A/N: Okay bitches, I don’t even know why I did this 🥲 I guess it’s no secret that I’m emotionally masochistic?! I’m also a masochist sexually, when it comes to Charlie, fucking obviously, but (shockingly for me) there is no sex in this. I mean there sort of is I guess? But I digress. This takes place in the KutteVerse series, set near the end of Kutte to Black Part 3. But it can also be read as a standalone angst thingy.

I saw the gif and was listening to this song, one that I’ve loved since I was young – Coldplay’s “A Message” – and that resulted in this absolute wreckage 💔

Pairing: Jax Teller x F!Reader Warnings: swearing, tiny bit of smut, death death death angst angst angst like I’m sorry but also I’m not?? 🙃 

Word Count: ~1.5k

He doesn’t dare.

It kills him but he doesn’t care.

Thumb hovers just above the low light of the screen. He keeps these messages from you to fill the empty in between. Between this life and what comes after. Pray against all odds you’re waiting for him there. He doesn’t have a fucking prayer. Still he’s hoping. Fill the silence with the echo of your smile as it shatters into laughter. Heart cut open. Hopes to find you in the tear.

You’re everywhere.

Rush of your breath. Brush of your hair. Crush of your skin, crashing in love so deep it had to be a sin. The absence crushing him to death. The weight of nothing just too much. Broken and bare. Desperate to touch. Just heavy air.

You’re everywhere.

You knew the risk you chose to make, the chance you had to take, and you were never scared. You looked the reaper in the eye and fucking dared. Fuck’s sake, he wishes you had left some of that strength here in the hollow of his heart now as it aches. Each beat a break. But you left nothing in your wake.

Just heavy air. It hurts to breathe and so some nights he doesn’t dare.

You’re everywhere.

You’re everywhere.

You’re nowhere.

Dark of night—into the light—he wants to go there.

Spends himself into his hand. Release spills dull and pale without a place to land. To you this pearly white had promised love and life and you’d have died for just a drop. You’d take it all in every hole and never stop. Beam up at him with beauty brighter than the beast in him could stand.

The fairytale ended as fast as it began and he won’t ever stand for anything again.

He’d tried, and failed like hell, to be with someone once. After a spell of many months. You’d understand. It’s what you would’ve wanted, everyone had said—as if they had a goddamn clue what you would want—the beast has needs that can be fed only in bed. Jax could still hold you in his heart and in his head. Just seek release inside another nameless cunt. No vow is broken now you’re dead.

But that’s the thing. You’re fucking not.

You’re still breathing. As long as his heart is still beating. You had always been the reason. Summer rose outlives its season. Bright hot memory of you the only breath of life he’s got.

He doesn’t dare to play the record of your voice. His wrecked heart shudders at the thought. But doesn’t have a fucking choice.

The message on the screen from years ago demands that he descend into the void knowing full well that it destroys.

Hits play, just as he had that fateful day, and holds it up against his ear.

Pretends you’re here.

“J-Jax.”

Parted for years, still tastes the salt spill of your tears. Comes flooding back. All of his bones are dashed to ash as your voice cracks.

“Jax, someone’s here and I…” pause as you hear a muffled sob—the infant son, you’d come to love just as your own, those bright blue eyes—sweet baby Abel, in his crib upon the table. There beside you in those moments when your heart was doomed to stop. You’d save the son from that same fate if it’s the last damn thing you’d do. “Baby, don’t cry. Mama’s got you. Shhh little angel don’t you cry.”

Don’t cry. How dare you tell him not to cry. Don’t die. How dare you fucking die.

“Whatever happens, Jax, I just…” Jax feels your heart echo its last beats in his chest. You fear the few men standing watch will fail in their noble defense no matter if they try their best. There was no reason to expect that you’d have uninvited guests. But just to live this life of chaos ran the risk of sudden threats. Such is the price of life as queen to your beloved king. “…want you to know I wouldn’t change a fucking thing.”

Cut your heart open with the diamond on that godforsaken ring.

“Coming back home and staying here to be with you was the best thing I ever did. Don’t you dare blame yourself for anything,” you say knowing full well he’s a self-hating piece of shit. “Any of it.”

Another pause looking down at the little kid. Someday he might’ve called you mom. Jax sees the smile break across your face although he wasn’t home. He wasn’t there. Soft hand sweeps over sun-gold hair. Angel eyes so much like his father it’s not fair.

He feels you now. Deeper somehow. The reaper feeding on his fears. His eyes fall shut to weep your tears. He isn’t here—he’s somewhere else—he wasn’t there. Don’t blame yourself. You make him vow. Don’t break that vow. He doesn’t dare.

“Don’t fucking dare. I love you so much if it kills me I don’t care.”

God, it’s just not—not fucking fair…

“I’ll love you still. I always will.”

Last words before the line goes dead just as the reaper comes to kill.

Words echo long after the message ends. The weight of truth no line could ever send. Words are violence. In his heart he’d always heard you best in silence.

When your young love had first blossomed in that rosy Redwood haze, the two of you had vowed to love each other till your dying days. Swore it again eleven years later when you became his bride.

Only at death’s bed did you realize you would love him harder from the other side.

I said I’d love you till I died.

I fucking lied.

Reaper can’t keep this heart from beating for you even if he tried.

He tried.

God knows he fucking tried.

Yet true to your words Jax can feel your heart still beating ‘cause it’s his. Hole in his chest cut open wide. That’s what this is. You never left since you first made your home inside.

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The message from the day you died—the fatal seconds just before—there shouldn’t have been any record that could cut him open more.

But so there is and so he listens here tonight.

Bleeds on the knife, cleaves to it tight. It bleeds like life. The life that lost a dying fight.

Message from just a few days prior to the night he lost his light.

“Hey,” voice is quiet but bright—almost as if you knew you were holding the reaper at bay—fighting, hiding away. But you didn’t know shit. You just knew that you’d never been happier than on that day. Had no clue that the door was flung wide for the reaper to close it. “Just wanted to say I can’t wait to come home, babe. Been so fucking giddy all day and maybe it’s the hormones but work is a bitch and I’ve got to escape.”

Night before. You and him on the bathroom floor. Seated against the wall both breathing deeply—you in his reaper tee, him in his leather. The black of his kutte the backdrop to the little white stick in your hand that could open a whole other door. Promise I haven’t taken a peek at it, Teller. Let’s check it together.

“Who even leaves voicemails these days? I’m a fucking disgrace. I just miss you. I want to just run home and hug you and fuck you and kiss you. I still can’t get over that look on your face. When the truth of it hit you.”

Hits him to this day. All his days. In his cut open heart the dead weight of the truth here to stay. Once had given such life—in the wake of his wife, it just slays.

“It still hasn’t hit me in some ways. I’m feeling so much but I’m numb. Maybe later today it’ll come?”

The hope in your voice hits across time and space. Through the rift that cut open to reap you and keep you away from his loving embrace. Hope he’s fated forever to chase.  Just come home. Just come home.

Sitting there in your office you grumble at something that somebody says. How could anyone dare cut through your happy haze? How dare they. That’s just dumb. Almost as if you knew, that the happy days left in your life were so few. Take them now as they come. 

Run to him through the wide open door before fate tries to seal it shut. Lock it. “Know what—fuck it, I’m getting out of this place.”

In his bed all alone, dead and gone, he feels you in his bones. Not your voice through the phone. Your heart beats in his own.

The crow always flies back to its calling, no matter how far it may roam.

Flying still. Always will. Carried on the last words that you spill.

“Baby, I’m coming home.”

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… Sooooo yeah I mean if you loved this or hated this or anything at all, please let me knowwwww and I’ll love you forever lol 🥲♥️

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Everything happened so fast for us!😭! And him getting caught up!😞. Even though he didn’t cheat, he still shouldn’t have put himself in that position. Trying to raise CJ and co-parent!😒. The feeling were always still there and when he showed up announced! That messed me up!!! CJ was soo excited to see him!😥. He was definitely working his charm on us. When CJ wasnted him to stay, it was gonna be something. All I wanted to do was sit the towel on the bed, not get worked up over his...👀. The oogly eyes he was giving too didn’t help either. So much was going on and talking about it would’ve added it to it but it was necessary. That whole apology, his confesstion of still being in love, admitting he was wrong and recognizing each moment was a tipping point of why the marriage ended. Wheew the reunion!!!👩🏾‍🦲👩🏾‍🦲!!! He wasn’t letting me go!👀! He held on the wedding and engagement ring!?! The vows!!!😭😩!! CJ is gonna be so excited! Why do you always do this to me!!!!!!🙌🏾👏🏾👍🏾💛💛💛!!

Title: That Old Thing Back {One Shot} ***

Charlie Hunnam x Ex-Wife Reader

Warning: Cursing, Angst, POV Changes, LOTS OF WORDS, NSFW, Mentions of miscarriage

Words: 8,888k 

Note: Okay, this is a first for Charlie. I am not familiar with his mannerisms at all, so I hope this hits well. If not, anon, I am sorry. As always, thank you all for reading! Also, y’all see 8888 words. 8888 must mean something right.

***Loosely Edited/Proofread***

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When you meet someone, within minutes, you know what you want from them. After the first conversation, you know what capacity you want them in your life. After a week, you know just how you feel about them. Charlie could attest to this. When he first saw you, he couldn’t keep his eyes off you. He was mesmerized by you and just sat and marveled as you danced around the great lawn of the park he happened to be in that afternoon. You looked carefree and so full of life. Nine other women were dancing with you, but he could only see you.

That led him to stalk you for the remainder of the afternoon. Once the class was finished, he followed behind you and listened to your conversation as you walked through the streets and fell deeper under your spell. Your voice was like a finely tuned melody that sounded better than any song he’d ever heard. He sat in the same restaurant you did and just watched you as you spoke and laughed. Every story you told was so animated he felt like he’d been right there when it happened. You were the most captivating creature he’d ever seen.

By the time he knew what had happened, he’d pushed his entire day to the side and had followed you, and he didn’t regret one thing. When he least expected it, you confronted him and called him out on his stalker antics, and that only made him want to know you more. It was the perfect imperfect meet. From that day, the two of you had been inseparable. You spent all your free time together. When he told you his aspiration to be an actor, you didn’t laugh or tell him to forget it and be more practical. You were his biggest supporter, and he fell harder for you.

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