#i definitely have already made gifs of at least 2 separate instances

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Charlie Hunnam: Lockdown Lovin’

A/N: Here’s a fluffy smutty little fic with Charlie being all cuddly and domestic! 🥰 Based on the below request, in which you are Mrs. Hunnam, spending quarantine with him. He’s recording this video for his fans, but your presence in the room is a distraction—and gets him in the mood for some action...

Pairing: Charlie Hunnam x F!Reader Warnings: smut, swearing, dirty talk, stupidly fluffy fluff, you & him behaving like silly little idiots in love Request: Request 1 (@rochyu) + Request 2 (anon)

Word Count: ~2.2k

Note: I definitely recommend watching the actual video for context! (It’s less than 3 minutes.) This fic quotes some of Charlie’s lines from it, plus some gifs! ✨

“Hey.”

It’s a very simple word for anyone to say. One of the simplest. But somehow the way Charlie Hunnam says ‘hey’ turns you on like nobody’s business. As he starts to record, he says it with a playful smirk like it’s some kind of dirty word, and makes it sound so hot it hurts, ‘cause he’s a cheeky little bastard.

The word wasn’t even addressed to your ass in this instance. Your loving husband—yes, your husband, be that as it may, you still pinch yourself damn every day—is recording a short video for his fans. Felt the need to condemn some nefarious hooligans, using his good name in vain, for their personal gain. Ordering them to never do shit like that ever again. And warning his fans not to interact with frauds on social media who falsely represent themselves as him.

Watching him from the other end of the room, you’ve never been happier to be Mrs. Hunnam.

Charlie acknowledges to his audience that he doesn’t do stuff like this very often. “So, I don’t usually, um—make videos like this, but...”

While he records you keep distant and quiet; your marriage is thankfully private. No one else in the world needs to know that a humble civilian girl is the love of his life, and his wife, and his full-time cock-worshiping slut.

Speaking of being such a slut... you’re currently wearing nothing but Jax Teller’s legendary kutte. It’s one of your husband’s most prized possessions, hung in pride of place in his closet—he never lets anyone touch it. It’s sacred, and strictly off-limits. But on certain occasions, he tells you to strip your ass naked... and then put his kutte on so that he can fuck you in it.

So right before this little video, no more than five minutes ago, that’s what he just did. You reminisce about it, while Charlie carries on scolding the scum of the internet. “You know—far be it from me to dictate what anyone is doing, other than: if you’re using my name to do some nefarious shit...”

Meanwhile you figure you should change into a somewhat respectable outfit, smiling to yourself as you think about all the ‘nefarious shit’ you and your husband do. The whole world has no clue...

And you have no clue—though you probably should—that as soon as you take off this kutte, to put some proper shirt and pants on... your bare skin captures Charlie’s attention. And just as any dirty bastard would, now he’s already thinking of the next nefarious thing he’s gonna do to you.

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Charlie mentions on the video that he hasn’t left the house in a long while. As he says it he looks over at you with a chuckle and a thirsty little smile. He tries to keep it subtle, but it’s hard for him to focus when you’re half-naked and all he can think about is just how lucky he is you’re his girl. In the meantime he’s saying on record how it’s a weird time for the world, what with social distancing and isolation, and how angry he is that people would be using his good name to manipulate others in the middle of such an insane global situation.

2020 has certainly been a strange year. But you’ve been so blessed to spend every damn minute of lockdown with your loving husband, in this house that you’ve made your home, as Mr. and Mrs. Charlie Hunnam. Home is where the heart is and yours is right here.

Your man signs off, sending his fans all of his love. Well, not quite all of it of course—to be sure, the best and biggest part of his heart is all yours.

So is 100% of his dick. The two of you have been fucking roughly five times a day in the midst of this global pandemic. ‘Roughly’ as in ‘approximately’—though fortunately for you, the other meaning applies too, more often than not. After all your husband is a literal sex god.

By now you’ve put on a pink lacy bra and panties with one of Jax’s SAMCRO T-shirts thrown over your torso. So you’re hardly respectably dressed but much more so, compared to when you were in only his kutte a few moments ago.

You had been considering pants but decided against it given that this men’s tee is plenty to cover up most of your skin. It’s all soft and comfy and smells of him. Wearing his clothes as often as you want is one of the thousands of benefits of being Mrs. Hunnam.

But the biggest benefit is the enormous piece of meat between his legs. Which always treats you to the world’s most epic sex.

“Well, that was distracting as fuck,” your man playfully scolds as he slams his laptop shut. Through his grey sweatpants you can see that he’s already hard as a rock. “Good thing the camera didn’t catch sight of my cock. You cheeky little slut.”

“What? Love, it’s not as if you’ve never seen me with my clothes off...” you scoff, with a provocative bat of your lashes as he slowly crosses the room toward you.

“You think that makes the sight of you any less stunning?” he asks as he takes in the view. Although your top is mostly covered by this tee, your legs are bare to see, and Charlie loves seeing his clothes on his woman. “You know nothing, Mrs. Hunnam.”

He then approaches till he’s close enough to place his hands upon your hips, to hear your heated breathing, taste the next words from your lips: “Enlighten me, then.”

Your husband clicks his tongue at you as if he seriously disapproves. You often jump at any chance for 50 Shades roleplay given the role that he turned down some time ago and Charlie is all too familiar with your moves. “Now, Y/N, I think you just mixed up two very separate pop culture references.”

“Then maybe you should educate me on the differences...” you suggest. Of course you’re well aware that Christian Grey and Jon Snow are two very different men, and Charlie knows that but it’s fun for you to both pretend. “You’re the movie star, after all. What does this so-called ‘enlightenment’ involve?”

He smiles and shakes his head, referring back to the first time that he played Mr. Grey in the bedroom as if you could ever forget. “I’ve already given you a lesson in proper submission.”

“Well, I guess I didn’t listen.”

“I doubt that,” he purrs, suddenly reaching to rip the shirt off of your shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. “You look prettier without that.”

You hadn’t resisted at all but it’s fun to pretend that you had. Scowling at him as if you’re mad, you then reach up and tap your palm against the top of his head with a patronizing pat. “Well, you looked better with the hat.”

Charlie gasps as if appalled, insulted to the core of his soul. “Hey, that’s not fair...!”

“I told you to do something with your hair,” you remind him of the brief conversation you’d had before he recorded. Acting as if you’re seriously scolding him though you both know you’re not at all. “Or at least to keep that fucking hat on over it. Instead you showed up looking like a chicken with that ridiculous tuft sticking out at the back of your head, and then admitted to the world you need to get your hair sorted.”

There’s a mirror on the wall nearby, and you gesture toward it, so that Charlie can see with his own two eyes. He realizes he really does look like the world’s sexiest chicken. “So what, now looking like a chicken is a sin?”

“Of course it is.”

He flashes you a precious pout, knowing you’ll be desperate to kiss it off his mouth. “But you once told me I could strut around in a potato sack and still look gorgeous.”

It’s all too true yet you refuse to take the bait. Instead decide to make him wait. “I just said that to butter you up so you’d marry me, sucker.”

“Motherfucker—!” Charlie gasps again, as you start running away from him flapping your arms like a chicken.

You laugh back at him. “More like motherclucker!”

The two of you are very adult—perhaps to a fault—when it comes to the hot filthy sex that you have with him. Honestly filthy as hell. But when it comes to foreplay and teasing and everything else... you are literally just a couple of overgrown idiot children.

Charlie chases you all through the halls and downstairs to the kitchen. “Don’t tempt me into punishing you!”

Needless to say you want him to. “Oooh, you mean with that big cock-a-doodle-doo?”

He finally catches you as you run to the living room, your laughter picking up in volume, pinning you down to the sofa as he ruins you with his icy blue stare. “Shut up about the fucking hair.”

His hands are so close to your neck and you just wish that he would put them there and squeeze. “Mmm, but you’re so much fun to tease...”

Instead of choking you, he drops his hands down toward your chest, tracing the lacy fabric of your bra to grab your breasts, tenderly stroking you. “I bet you think this is when I say to get on your fucking knees.”

You moan at the touch of his talented fingers, begging in a breathless whisper. “Fuck, yes please...?”

“No,” he responds, so brutally denying what his woman wants. “For once, that’s not how this is gonna go. Sit up.”

He props you comfortably in position, amidst all the cushions. Ignoring your urge to get down on the floor, in submission, serve him as his cocksucking whore. Play your usual role as the good little slut. “But—”

“Stay up,” he interrupts. “I don’t wanna play rough. Today I’m feeling soft.”

“Well, that’s a lie...” you reply, lowering your eyes, one hand reaching to graze the prize bulging between his thighs.

“Hands off the merchandise. Let me indulge in playing nice.”

“But whyyy?” you protest with a sigh. “I’ve been such a bitch, hoping that I would get punished for it...”

Your man just shakes his gorgeous chicken-haired head. “You mean rewarded. There’s no point in getting punished when you’re gunning for it.”

Well, fuck him for being so fucking correct. “Charlie...”

“Shhh,” he hushes you softly, as you realize that this is how you’re getting punished: he hears your inner cockslut loud and clear but is determined to ignore it. “Just lie back and let me love this body that belongs to me. Admire and adore it.”

And at those words off of his lips, which he seals with a loving kiss... you lose all power and desire to resist. You’re so completely fucking his. As eager as you always are for rough and filthy sex—as much as part of you will always want to beg—you’re equally obsessed with this. Getting lost in his touch, sweet kisses and caresses from the man you love so much, drowning in the pure magic of romantic bliss.

You love each other so much it’s ridiculous. Hilarious. Downright nefarious.

Within seconds both of your clothes are gone, like they were never even on. His every move is slow yet sudden all at once. The warmth of his soft lips and tongue lavishing love across your chest, his mouth latching around your breast, two fingers slipping in the hot flood of your cunt. Thumb playing with your swollen clit, as he keeps passionately sucking on your tits. 

Time fucking bends, seconds to minutes, hours even, as your man descends, until his mouth is where his hand had been—when did that even happen?—every inch of his tongue sending you to heaven. Soon enough he seamlessly replaces his mouth with his cock, and by then... fuck, you’re honestly done. So far gone. He never has to ask to know exactly what you want, because he’s everything you want. And need and love.

As mind-blowing as Charlie is at playing rough, he’s just as good at being soft. He’s all about the fluff and stuff. One tender hand sweeping a strand of hair behind your ear, the other reaching down to pull you near.

There are so many words he doesn’t have to say for you to hear. 

Just how grateful he is, that you are his. To have you here. It’s been a weird and crazy year—so fucking weird—and heavy with the weight of blood and tears, the whole world literally plagued with pain and fear. But the love that you share with your husband, is the one thing that’s always constant, true and clear.

And the love he makes... cradles your heart till it’s so full it aches, fucking breaks, as your whole body quakes and the earth fucking shakes. Knowing that he will spend all his life putting every last piece into its perfect place, and holding it together whatever it takes.

It’s not fair that a man like this even exists. Let alone that you’re so fucking blessed to be his. It’s some serious, downright nefarious shit. Gazing up into his eyes of endless blue, you realize for the thousandth time no girl in all the world is luckier than you.

And of course once this session of soft tender loving is through—then, to make all your deepest and dirtiest dreams cum true... there are at least fifty thousand shades of filthy shit your nefarious husband can do.

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A reconstruction of how the Grace Field children were settled in the three bedrooms (revisited!!)

09/09/2019 Update: thanks to @temporoom, who kindly pointed out some manga panels that I hadn’t noticed, we were able to figure out more precisely the members of Ray’s room, as well as the complessive number of kids in his and Norman’s room!

18/04/'21 Update: Who would have thought I would have updated this post again yet here we are! Noticed a panel that shows Norman's room in chapter 30, so Hans has been confirmed to be in Norman's room.

I was bored in the break between one chapter and the other so I tried to guess how the children were divided in the three bedrooms back at GF.

I was mostly curious about two things:

• To see if the children had been separated according to a particular scheme (dividing them according to their ages, for example)

• How the children within the same room could have influenced each other personality-wise, since at the end of the day not only they spent a little more time together than they did with the rest of the children, but we also know that the older ones were in charge of looking after the younger in their own room (I think I can affirm I was quite right about there being a connection: for instance in Emma’s room can be noticed the biggest concentration of perky children).

I think the results I came to are fairly close to the actual disposition so I thought I could as well share them!

Those marked by a star are the ones I’m 100% sure of, while the others are suppositions based on how the children are shown interacting both in the manga and in the anime. Besides from Emma’s room, whose members are all certain, the children from the other rooms are listed from what I personally consider more likely to be true to the less likely.

38 children in total (29 in rooms, 9 with mama) (including Conny)

Emma’s room (11 children) (In the order of the beds’ disposition)

First row:

*Phil ★

*Lani ★

*Chamberlain ★

*Marnya ★

*Chris ★

*Yvette ★

Second row:

*Thoma ★

*Tom ★

*Jasper ★

*Gilda ★

*Emma ★

Norman’s room (9 children)

*Norman ★

*Sherry ★ (her bed is the one on the right of Norman’s)

*Damdin ★

*Hans ★

*Nat

*Vivian

*Dominic

*Mark

*Naila

Ray’s room (9 children)

*Ray ★

*Conny ★

*Alicia ★

*Don ★

*Eugene ★

*Anna ★

*Nina ★

*Jemima

*Rossi

Under the cut the details on which scenes made me come to each conclusion, together with some observations I made about the data!

Now, I just spent four hours trying to figure out how to make the “keep reading” thing show in the app too… If Tumblr will anyway decide to make this post appear in its full length, I’m terribly sorry for having polluted your dash with this.

38 children in total (ep 1, 04:32)

9 children in mama’s bedroom (chapter 7, page 1)

29 in the other three rooms (38-9=29)

Emma’s room (11 children)

All of the children except from Yvette can be seen in ep 1, 02:51 and 20:21, when Emma’s room is shown from above

*Phil ★

*Lani ★

*Chamberlain ★ (also confirmed by chapter 9 extras)

*Marnya ★

*Chris ★

*Yvette ★ (ep 1, 03:03: is shown running with Chris in the room immediately after Emma has woken everybody up)

*Thoma ★

*Tom ★ (also confirmed by chapter 9 extras)

*Jasper ★

*Gilda ★

*Emma ★

Norman’s room (9 children)

*Norman ★

*Sherry ★ (chap 15, page 6 / ep 5, 13:01: is shown waking up Norman; her name is also visible on the bed on Norman’s right at 13:07; chap 30, page 104: is waking up in Norman's room)

*Damdin ★ (chap 15, page 6 / ep 5, 13:01: is shown waking up Norman; chap 30, page 104: is waking up in Norman's room)

*Hans ★ (chap 30, page 104: is waking up in Norman's room; ep 1, 03:20: is shown in the cafeteria before anyone from Ray’s group has entered)

*Nat (chap 2, page 4: is shown entering the cafeteria together with Norman)

*Vivian (ep 2, 02:32: is shown entering the cafeteria together with Norman)

*Dominic (ep 1, 03:12: is shown following Nat)

*Mark (out of exclusion, since he and Naila are supposedly in the same room (are said to be good friends by chapter 9 extras, are often shown together in the morning scenes) and I think it’s more likely for Jemima and Rossi to belong to Ray’s room and not viceversa)

*Naila (See above)

Ray’s room (9 children)

*Ray ★

*Conny ★ (chap 13, page 16: Norman says that Ray and Conny where in the same room)

*Alicia ★ (chap 14, page 19: is shown in Ray’s room)

*Don ★ (chap 14, page 19: is shown in Ray’s room)

*Eugene ★ (chap 14, page 19: is shown in Ray’s room)

*Anna ★ (chap 14, page 19: is shown in Ray’s room)

*Nina ★ (chap 14, page 19: is shown in Ray’s room)

*Jemima (chap 2, page 4: is shown being already in the cafeteria before Norman enters) (chap 15, page 6: is shown being already in the cafeteria before Norman enters, and she also greets him, so chances are that that’s the first time seeing him in the morning)

*Rossi (ep 1, 03:12: is shown being assisted by Anna while he’s washing his face (this follows the rule: older siblings help the younger siblings of their respective room))

Observations:

•As you can see, most of the children besides from Emma’s room were placed keeping in mind that in the early morning children of the same room are more likely to be together; this is in some way confirmed from how in episode one we see Emma exiting from her room and entering the cafeteria with all of his group, without mixing with the others.

•Differently from what I first thought, it’s evident that the children aren’t disposed in a way that equally distributes those of the same age across the rooms: Thoma and Lani for example are surely sharing the same room. Anyway on second thought a disposition of the kind couldn’t have been done in the first place: since GF receives 6 children per year, and they for sure survive till their sixth birthday, there must be at least two children per room of the same age till they start being shipped. I can assume then that either Anna-Nat, Gilda-Don and the trio were in different rooms since the very start, or that some sort of redistribution of the older children happens with the children that are 10+ years old (it would make sense since each room needs some old children to take care of the youngest).

•I still have no clue on why Emma’s room has more children than the other two, when the more logical disposition would clearly be 10/10/9. Maybe it’s because in hers the number of candidate to become mamas amounts to two; another guess is for the redistribution to not happen immediately after one’s shipment (this way if the previous shipments where from Norman’s and Ray’s rooms those would have stayed emptier than Emma’s).

•Turns out Norman and Ray’s rooms have the same number of children in their rooms (9)! Here’s how @temporoom ended up with that number (thank you again for this information!!!)

•As previously stated, Emma’s room seem to welcome those with a big energetic and cheerful inclination; other symilaries that I menaged to notice between the tempers of the children sharing rooms are that in Ray’s there’s this type of quiet and thoughtful children (Anna, Jemima, Rossi); I can also see some similarities between Norman and Nat but I can’t really seem to explain this one.

•Also, apparently Conny shared room with Ray, making everything even more angsty ;;;

•Ray also shared room with Jemima, so it’s nice to think about their interaction in ep 12 keeping this in mind; Jemima had probably been shocked (but in a good way) seeing the change in Ray: if I’m right it wasn’t the first time for him to take care of her, but she definitely must have noticed the difference in taking care of his siblings because that was his duty (that him had probably fulfilled in a very cold and distanced way, since he didn’t want to get attached to children he knew he would have later left to die) and taking care of them in a tender way because he actually did care a lot and he could finally allow himself to care about them.

•Lastly, to the delight of RayAnna shippers, these two supposedly shared room too, so they actually where a little closer than with the children from other rooms!!