#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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[sparklemichele]

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!🙋🏾‍♀️.

- @royallyprincesslilly

- @dangerouslovefanfic

- @calif0rnia-lovers

- @giftofdreams

- @writingbychelle

- @honeychicanawrites has a few blub/imagines

- @sparklemichele

- @laketaj24

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

[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…

[littlemelaninfics]

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MUST BE 18+ TO READ

Titles marked with a 🦋 include smut

Titles marked with 🧸 include DDIg/littlespace

Titles marked with 🖤 include Dark! themes

Everything is written as a black reader in mind but everyone is welcome to read!

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[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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“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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[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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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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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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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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[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.

[midnxghtsunwrites]

PILLOW TALK | 18+

PAIRING —

jax teller x black reader

SUMMARY —

you give your husband a pleasurable punishment for annoying you.

WARNINGS —

18 + smut, pillow humping, penetration without protection, choking kink, daddy kink, slight (but not slight) breeding kink, praise kink, slight voyeurism, sexual degradation, oral (female & male receiving), edging, squirting, over stimulation, 18+ gif under the cut, fluff if you blink

NOTES —

idk why this is so fucking longggggg but it is so 🤷🏾‍♀️. also i can't spell so ignore all spelling mistakes. also also, while i tagged this story as x black reader, this goes for any poc or just anybody

when jax teller caught you fucking yourself on one of the decorative pillows on the shared bed, he wasn't surprised

you were always impatient — especially when you were annoyed with your husband

he came home with unexplained bruises the night before

you asked about it — he said nothing so you decided to punish him by not waiting for him to get home

he also didn't kiss you goodbye this morning

usually, he'd be fucking you senseless by this time of night, but presidential duties call for late nights and horny wives

you were hoping he'd call to let you know he'd be late, but recently, he seems to have forgotten what a phone is good for

so there you are, straddling and soaking the side of the pillow, naked and warm

you imagine jax's dick rubbing along your slit and occasionally sinking into you before popping out of your hole

you simulate this with your fingers as you dig into yourself

"fuu —" you moan out, "right there, jax."

you twitch as you speed up, the friction of the cotton against your pussy making you squeal

jax crosses his arms over his chest, taking in the sight of his beautiful wife's body — squirming and waiting for him

he glides across the room quietly before he ends up right behind you, licking his lips

"you impatient bitch." he announces himself. "where are the boys?"

you shiver at the name he calls you — you have such a weak spot for him and his words

"with gem." you take your bottom lip into your mouth with a moan, "i'm annoyed with you, you asshole."

even though you're mad, you allow him to rest a hand on your bare ass and spread your cheeks apart, revealing your glistening wetness

"and why's that, darlin'?"

"you didn't kiss me this morning."

jax chuckles at your whiny behavior, "you're a spoiled ass old lady, you know that?"

"hmm," you guide your ass back, closing your eyes as jax gathers your juices from your pussy before spreading it around your asshole, "whose fault is that, daddy?"

your outlaw biker rolls his eyes and scoffs, "you know i don't like you getting off without me, babe. guess i need to teach you a lesson."

ooo, you're excited for this one.

one hand wraps around the back of your neck and presses you down into the sheets while the other swirls around your cunt, gathering your cum from your previous orgasm

you're soaking wet, sweat and nut dripping down your thigh

with no time wasted, jax sinks three fingers into you and curls them

grinding your ass back, you drop your head forward into the bed and bite down on the sheets under you

"get your head out of the goddamn sheet, y/n." he lifts the hand around your throat for three seconds to slap your ass before pushing your head down further.

you twist your neck so your ear is pressed into the sheet instead of your mouth

"daddy," you moan aloud, trying to chase your quickly approaching high, his fingers digging into your softness without remorse, "fucccckkkk!"

"look at you — soaking my rings like the slut you are." his fingers plunge into you, hitting all the right spots

your body seemed to go into hyperdrive — you snake your hand down to your clit only for jax to pull his fingers from within you and slap your hand away

with a heaving chest, you groan out, "i hate you."

now he pulls away completely, "excuse me?"

you resist the urge to roll your eyes, instead grinding your ass back — he's stood directly behind you, his crotch pressing up against your cunt

you can feel him hardening and straining against his jeans

"i. hate. you." you repeat, words coming out as moans

"get on your knees."

his tone is so stern that you almost comply right away.

almost.

instead, you shake your head and arch your back as you crawl forward on the bed, risking your own pleasure just to spite him

you don't get far before he grabs your ankles, one hand wet against your skin, and drags you towards him, flipping you in the process

laid out under him completely bare, the sight of his eyes on you nearly leads you to another orgasm

"get on your fucking knees."

"well," you tease, "when you say it like that..."

he helps you slide off the bed with shaky legs — you sink to your weak knees and face his wet crotch.

you can smell your own juices and see his dick strain against the constricting material

without wasting time, you pull his pants and underpants off, his manhood slapping against his abdomen

you take him into your mouth, swirling and spitting and gobbling and gagging and all things nasty — jax grabs a hold of your head and fucks into your mouth like it's just another warm, wet hole

when he releases in your mouth, you don't even think about swallowing it all — you just do.

his moans ignite something deep within you — something that craves him deep in you

"on the bed."

this time you abide by his command without question

you lay on your back and watch as he pulls his kutte and hoodie off, revealing his toned and tattooed chest

he steps out of the pants that had pooled by his feet and gets down on his knees

guess it's your turn

his lips latch on to your bud, a hum of pleasure escaping you at the feeling

you swear you've never met someone who eats the 🐱 like your husband

he releases a string of spit before spreading it with his tongue, and capturing your pussy lips in his mouth

your chest heaves at the build up and sensitivity of your clit

"jax," you squeal loudly and lift your head from the bed to watch him

your hips move at their own accord, chasing the high jax is so good at giving you

one hand grabs a hold of your crumpled sheets while the other entangles in his soft hair

he grabs a hold of your closing thighs and pushes them apart, opening you up more to his assault on your coochie

you can hear your wetness as he tongues your pussy, his eyes closed as if savoring in your taste

subconsciously, your body twitches, your orgasm quickly approaching

as if it couldn't get any better, jax adds his long digits into the mix

his fingers pump in and out of you with such ferocity

then suddenly, he slows down, his tongue licking a long and agonizingly sluggish stripe from the hole of your ass up to your clit

"w-what —" you see stars behind your eyelids, "stop edging me."

he glances up at you and through hazy eyes, you can see a hint of a cocky smirk and a charming wink

your eyes flutter closed as you feel him shift to kneel beside you

"jax..." you moan and writhe under his stare — you can just feel him looking at you

leaning forward, he kisses your chapped lips, transferring the taste of your juices to your mouth

the hand that was submerged in your heat trails down your skin from your throat to your pelvis — your body twitching at his warm touch

without warning and his lips still attached to yours, he dips three fingers into your honeypot and curls them up

his hand flashes up and down inside you, brushing against your sensitive clit and hitting your g-spot relentlessly

"f —" you pull away from jax's lips and transfer your gaze to his hands moving in you

your brain and body turns to mush as a wave of ecstasy rushes through you

your hand shakes as you grab a hold of jax's wrist that flexes and relaxes in you

"jax, i'm gonna squirt." you moan as your grip tightens, "fuck, fuck, fuck! don't stop, please!"

the pleasure is so immense, tears begin to flow down your face

and then you squirt, your juices leaking on your sheets

you don't even focus on the fact that you have to change the sheets before bed (which you have no energy to do)

all you can think about is the feeling of jax's hands on and in you

fuck, you just love when he touches you — solidifying the fact that you're his and his alone.

especially in a heated moment like this

feeling powerless, you use your remaining energy to bring his head to yours

he peppers sweet kisses all over your face, removing his fingers from your hole and trailing them up your skin

they land around your throat, gently squeezing the sides of your neck as he meets your lips

you moan into your husband's mouth

suddenly, he grabs the lower part of your body and turns your hips towards his

with his body over yours, propped up by his elbows, he slips his tongue into yours, the kiss growing into one that seems to give you your strength back

jax teller just has that effect

before you can register what is happening, jax slips into you with his thick cock

fuck — you just love his body

he's blessed in places that other people could only wish for

he groans against your lips at the feeling of your wet warmth

"fuck, baby. you feel so fucking good." he moans out as his hand cradles the side of your face, "so nice and tight for me. so fucking wet around my dick."

"makes me wanna cum deep in this pussy and give you another kid."

at the thought, you run a hand over abel's name tattoo on his chest

abel wasn't biologically yours but he is very much your son

jax parts your legs so your knees are practically by your head and slams into you, going balls deep in you

"give me another baby then." you pant, running your hand down his chest to grab his chain

he slows down for a millisecond to give you a look, "you sure?"

you take your bottom lip into your mouth and snake your hands down to grab his beautiful ass

"fuck yeah."

with the go-ahead, he wreaks absolute havoc on you

his thrusts are hard and relentless, chasing his high as much as he's bringing you yours

"oh my g—" you scream out as his dick repeatedly jabs your cervix, "jax!"

"that's it, baby," he meets your y/c/e eyes as he plunges into you, mercilessly, "scream my name."

you can feel the familiar sensation approach, "fuck! i'm gonna cum, jax."

your eyes cross and your mind becomes slosh, yet again

jax has that effect too

your pussy walls clench around his throbbing cock, milking him as much as he milks himself off

"fuck, y/n," he grunts, shakily as his orgasm approaches

he doesn't usually come this fast but the mixture of your wetness and the prospect of cumming in you to make a kid has him yearning to do just that

you cum before him, your body trembling and writhing unintentionally.

"fuck," you try to push him off slightly to relieve some of the intense pleasure but he has the exact opposite in mind

he drives into you once more, feeling as he ejaculates inside of you, strings of cum painting your insides

he stills, breathing heavily as he rests his weight on top of you

you exhale deeply, your hands trailing up to rub his back

he would never tell the boys but he loves being in your arms after such a hard fuck like that

"i think i should punish you more often..." you giggle, turning your head slightly to look at him

he pecks your cheek sweetly, "you can try."

you two linger in the silence before jax grinds into you once more for good luck

"i love you." he says, sincerely.

you smile, joyfully. you love hearing him say that.

"i love you more."

"and this baby we just made."

you can't help the laugh that escapes you. suddenly, you remember a moment from the morning, a pair of lips ghosting yours.

suddenly, you whip your head around to look at your man who was already admiring you

"you did kiss me this morning!"

he winks, "never go a morning without."

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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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Revise - Prologue

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Description: After the sudden illness  cosuming his wife, Tommy, is left being a single father. He finds comfort in an unlikely love, his wife’s doctor.

Warning(s): This story is an interracial story, and as a writer I always focus on REALISTIC activities and what’s transpiring in the world. There will be some racial slurs, there will be some attacks that are racially motivated and so much more. This will contain mature content, as in vulgar language, some hardcore sex scenes (possible), some matters that go undiscussed. If you have any ideas, I won’t knock your feedback.

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Charlie Hunnam x Black Woman!

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Prologue

After years of watching his wife battle her untimely battle with Cancer on and off, Tommy has needed a shoulder to cry on. For years, he found that comfort in an unlikely source. But, sometimes not everyone will agree. Tommy comes from a long line of wealth, his family were high-end mobsters with a certain code. A code he has to uphold.

“Tommy.” His wife calls out holding her hand out for him to hold as he laid by her bedside.

He took her hand in his and smiled softly. “Hi, babe.” He was happy to see that she had finally woken up. She had been sleeping alot after her last chemo session, doctors said the cancer was moving rapidly and they didn’t know how long it would be before she kicked the bucket. Of course they didn’t say that exact terminology but that’s what it was. He got tired of waiting around and watching his wife suffer like this. Deep down, he wanted to take her out himself to spare her this pain, a slow agonizing death.

“I missed you,” She smiles.

He leaned up planting a kiss on her forehead, her lips were becoming chapped again, many days she would never let him see her without her ‘face’ as you call it and here he was, seeing his wife for the first time without caked up make-up. Lily was always little miss perfect, she wanted everything perfect. Together they shared one child, a son, his name is Ricky. He always hated that name but it  was what his wife wanted so he never fought it. That’s his thing, he always agreed to whatever with the women in his life, so much so to the point he took her word for it when she said she was okay. It took her passing out, for him to find out the truth. He felt like less of a husband, “I missed you too.” He smiled, planting a kiss on her knuckles.

“God, I hate having you see me like this.”

He glanced up at her, a warm smile leaving his face. “I don’t care about all of that and you know this, all I care about is you.” She smiled softly. “Hey, if I don’t fight this thing, Don’t be afraid to remarry just choose wisely okay? Maybe someone is as good as me?” Her quiet southern accent drawled. He chuckled and pecked her hands a couple times. Sure he and his wife had problems but they had been through the ringer together, there wasn’t another woman in sight who could touch her. He loved her so much. They were high school sweethearts, and continued dating after he took over his inheritance at eighteen. From there, they married and have been together ever since, they were supposed to grow old together so in this sense, it hurt like hell. His only love was dying, and this was one thing he could not control. Their son laid rested on the hospital couch, unsure about what was really going on. He wasn’t prepared to tell him that mama may not be coming home.

Christmas was right around the corner, around this time she would be all jolly and merry. She was a Christmas Junkie. And to see her like this, all down and out crushed his soul.

“Now, you know I could never love another woman.” He smiled at his wife, pulling the scarf that was on her now bald head, most men would’ve left when time got hard, but he wasn’t most men. He was a little rough around the edges but he was different whenever it came to women, he was more understanding, nurturing and loving. Sure, he has a temper tantrum that rolls out sometimes without him trying but he was never abusive. He always walks away if he feels he can't control himself.

She smiled weakly. “Let’s be realistic, Tommy.” She moved her head slightly so he had her undivided attention. “I love you, I don’t want to see you with another woman but, let’s face it. I want you to be happy. And, I don’t want you growing old and alone. I know we promised it would be us but it’s not and no matter how hard you will try,” She coughs. “You will find a love that’s worth fighting for.” There was a knock at the door, He glanced over at his wife before yelling come in. In came one of the second most beautiful women he had laid eyes on, but he was far too focused on his wife to actually see that. “Hi, how are you feeling today, Mrs. Hannam?” His wife smiled. “Just fine and dandy, how are you?”

Little did he know his wife had already picked out the perfect woman for him. And her name was Devanity Roe. Her doctor. Devanity was top at every single thing she’s ever done. Being Latina and Black, she had a lot of obstacles she had to bulldoze through.

That combination alone, a lot of people didn’t care for. She was thirty years old, she had a four year old daughter with her ex-husband who was actually another highly respected doctor on this floor. She had been single and dating for the last two years. Although their divorce has been silent, since it was still pending… She felt ashamed, out of all the things she accomplished. She couldn’t keep her marriage together. Of course she waited til she was at the top of her class and the top surgeon before she even thought twice about going public with her husband.

She made sure the world knew that SHE was the reason for her own damn career. But then again, she never cared what the world thought of her. Because at the end of the day, she wasn’t there to please them.

She was smart and heavily educated. She had all of her doctorate degrees, masters, bachelor and phd. She was not your typical woman either and that’s what Lily liked about her. She was the perfect woman for him, no matter what his family had to say about it. And she was doing whatever to prolong her life. She had Lily’s respect and that was hard to get.

But of course she would never get around the chance to tell her husband about her little choice.

“I am doing good, Mrs. Hunnam,” She smiled at Lily, grabbing her chart, “How are you Mr. Hunnam?” Tommy looked away from his wife and for the first time, he actually saw the beauty his wife would go on and on about. “I’m good, thanks for asking, Could I possibly trouble you for some ice for her lips?” Devanity nods her head. “Of course.” Walking over to her side, she checked her IV and morphine drip. “Are you still in pain, Lily?” Lily was but she was done with all of these pain killers, she just wanted her last few moments to be pure, she didn’t want to sleep away. She wanted memories to take with her. “No, I’m fine. Thank you.” Devanity placed her clipboard to her chest, “Okay well if you are in pain, I need you to let me know. These last few moments are highly crucial and I just want to make you as comfortable as I possibly can.” There was another knock, the door slightly opened revealing Devanity’s husband, pending husband we should say, “Devanity, when you have a sec, I would like for you to be my second on this operation.” Devanity nods at him, turning her attention to her patient. “I will send one of my nurses in with your ice. Just please, let her know if you are feeling uncomfortable.”

Lily nods her head at the stunningly beautiful woman, her mocha toned skin glistened under the hospital lights. Her fro was up in a slick ponytail today and she wore light makeup with a simple toned lipstick with a glossing coat. She was too beautiful for words.

In fact you could say Lily was a little envious of the woman’s unmatched beauty.

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I think now's a good a time as any to remind everyone that not everyone who engages in fandoms across the board have white features. I can't relate when a fanfic says y/n has pink nipples, pink lips, or curls her hair for dates, puts it in a messy bun. It alienates more of your readership than you realise with those little things.

While I'm on the subject of exclusivity (especially this month being pride month), I think content creators should consider dropping a fic or two with x male!reader, they're on here too, they share in our fandoms too, and they're constantly being left out.