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hellooooo I saw you were taking requests so may I request a ragnarsons headcannons?? (Because I read your ivar works)

Can you do how they would…yk… because I can’t find any works of them ANYWHERE!! Can you include, bjorn, ubbe, hvitserk, ivar and Ragnar!

please and thank youuuuu 🥲🫶

𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐟𝐜𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮

(Minors do not interact)

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Including: bjorn, Ubbe, ivar, hvitserk and ragnar.

Warnings: SMUT, no use of the words 'length' we use proper autonomy here 🙂‍↕️, vulgar language.

Summary: how the Ragnarsons would fuck you. This is a FULL assessment, including positions, cock x-ray and there fuck rating.

A/N: Omg yessss of course I can!! Im always happy for new ideas and my ‘asks’ will always be a safe space for peoples ideas :) and I think i should just start a ragnarsons series tbh 🫣.

Bjorn:

Bjorn is a beast. In 99% of life and sex is definitely apart of that, I may never forgive him for being a shitty husband and father.

but..if I could I would.

When he fucks you it almost always after something has happened, it's never just spontaneous, (he's spontaneous with whores, not with you.) he's just got back after months away? Sex. just fought a battle? Sex. Just had an argument? Sex. Just finished a sacrifice? Sex...you get the point.

Positions: doggy, wall sex, matting press.

Cock x-ray: 7 inches, straight, veiny.

Rating: 8.9/10 he needs to work on the intimacy but everything else is good

Ubbe:

Oh my sweet Ubbe. Ubbe is a gentle yet feisty and protective man, a 'gentle giant' if you will.

but he is a freaky thing in the sheets, anything you want he's giving it to you, (we all know he's open to a threesome), you want him to eat you out like he's a starved man? just lay on the table for him why don't you, he isn't Just freaky in the sheets, in private when your not having sex he has no filter, once he outright asked you if you wanted to ride him when you were eating breakfast, (you can tell where that went).

he will do anything you want him to like some sort of dog (but don't think for one second he's gonna be submissive).

Positions: cowgirl, missionary, any position under the sun.

Cock x-ray: 8-9 inches, I definitely think he's bigger than Bjorn and he feels no need to flaunt it. His tip is only slightly pink but he has a curve to his and it got veins that his the right spots every time.

Rating: 100/10 🫡

Ivar:

Now...ivar..he is so difficult to write realistically for because of his legs so, ima try my best.

Ivar was rather insecure when you first started having sex, he didn't want another Margrethe situation and he didn't want to disappoint you (or have to kill you), but when he realise that he just needed a connection with someone before he could have sex with them?

Thor himself couldn't hold him back from you.

He was so desperate to make up for everything he missed out on, and best believe he is not waiting a single drop of cum.

When he fucks you he's a toucher, he's cupping ever since part of you as your ride him.

Positions: cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, 69, (occasionally missionary if he's feeling up to it)

Cock x-ray: thick thick thick thick.. at least 8 inches, he has one long vein on the underside of him and he is a bit more sensitive than others.

Rating: 9/10 when you...teach him...(he's a fast learner btw)

Hvitserk:

hvitserk is a gentle man. Hes an amazing fighter and an even better lover.

Im talking, fucking under moonlight.

im talking, making you fuck yourself on him.

im talking, making your voice horse from screaming.

Dat what im talking about. This man acts all soft and shit, in public..but when he gets his hands on you? This man is making you beg for more.

Cock x-ray: a firm 8 inches. Senstitive tip, just the right amount of thickness.

Rating: 10/10 this man cand bend me over any day

Ragnar:

Ok but disrespectfully i need this man to break my back and fuck me through the pain. (maybe that was a bit much...)

But you could not rip me from this man. He knows what he is doing. He knows

Hes a teaser, he will make you beg, just for the fun of it. And he dont need any help when it comes to it.

Hes up for it at any time, all day, from the kitchen to the bathroom sink type shit.

Open to all your kinks. (he has a lot tbh)

And i am a firm beliver in the hereditary ragnarson breeding kink. They all have it and ragnar is the sorce.

I can just image him saying something like “awe so desprate for me huh?“ as hes thrusting ever so slowly into you..

(Ima bout to start barking)

Cock x-ray: 9 inches. Thick everywhere. Lowkey has a scar on it from when he tried to shave with a blade ’down there’ (it ended badly).

Rating- 8/10 and I will offer no explanation

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Should I continue this fanfic???

Peaky blinders fanfic.

Thomas Shelby x reader.

Whispers and whiskey

I just wanted to apologise for any mistakes, English isn’t my first language and i am happy to learn more in the comments.but i have tried to edit as best i could. If something doesnt make sence just ignore it. ☻︎

“Dalia you're on!” The stagehand yelled once again, from outside the girls dressing room, tapping his pencil against the freshly drawn up timetable.

Dalia let out an exasperated groan as she slipped on her red feathered headband and finished lacing up her kitten heals before opening the dressing room door.

“Yeah, yeah I’m coming” Dalila sighed over dramatically, already starting to speed walk to the performance door, the stagehand trailing after her.

“It’s song 6, with no backing vocals-“ the stagehand, travis, said, moving the timetable into Dalia’s face as they kept walking. “We are busy today- the bars flowing, and fat Sam’s already pissy” Travis continued.

“I got it travis” dalila said trying not to raise her voice. As she stood in-front of the door, putting on her well-trained fake smile.

She hated this part.

the anticipation, the stomach dropping feeling, waiting for those doors to open and to reveal the ugly faces of rich men, fat men, even poor men, who paid to gawk at her instead of feeding their children.

Holding droopy cigarettes in their right hand and a glass of the finest Irish whiskey in the other.

but she put on the best smile she could muster and smoothed out her red sequinned dress (that was too short for her liking).

The door opened and the words “everyone please welcome the Birmingham angel” boomed out from the pianist.

she stepped out earring an array of whistles and cheers. She blew a kiss out to the crowd earning a round of wolf whistles “this is the last song” she thought to herself, as if it would make time go faster.

Smoke from cigars and cigarettes covered the air in ghosts of grey that cupped the low wall lights. The paint on the red walls was cracking but at the same time neat and elegant.

the lights on the walls were a dimmed orange and maroon, except the stage light that was on her and the dancers.

the smell of whiskey and alcohol from the bar in the centre of the speakeasy spiked her nostrils harshly.

You would think Dalia was used to the preying eyes on her and the foul smells of the speakeasy by now, but it never got any easier doing something you hated for 2 pound a month to try and keep yourself and your child alive.

On either side of the main stage there was ‘gold’ encrusted dark stairs leading up to a balcony type platform where she sung and the flapper girls danced below, trying keep the fake smiles on there dolled up faces.

A piano sat in the corner, its keys worn yellow, played by a man with a cigarette drooping from his lips and a tune in his fingers. It was not fair that he got payed more than the girls for just siting there and smoking.

Dalila wasn’t even focused the prying eyes, nor the uncomfortable itching of the sequins on her ruby dress or even the pins in her brunette hair that were stabbing at her scalp. She was just trying to remember the correct lyrics of the song and the movements she was ordered to do that caused the men to wolf whistle and holler at her.

The crowed was full of the same usual faces that were drinking and snogging their whores, apart from three who had just entered. One looked old, one looked young, and one was…short.

they looked serious except the fact that one of them, with a toothpick stationed in his mouth, was staring at the dancers a bit longer than he should have, earning and smack on the back of the the head.

They didn’t sit, they didn’t drink

they just walked straight ahead and backstage, dalila’s eyes followed one of them that was leading the way, he shoved the backstage doors opened and no one even tried to stop him.

He wore a flat cap, with something that shined slightly in the lights hidden inside it, he also wore a gorgeous, well tailored suit with a coat that reminded her of a vampires. with a red silk lining on the inside.

“i could stab myself on those cheekbones” she suddenly thought before feeling disgusted with herself. “What the hell am i talking about?, I’m not that desperate” she shook the thought away.

Dalila was so in her head that she didn’t even realise the song ended until a few seconds later but played it off and blew kisses to the crowd before walking off backstage and ripping off her uncomfortable red headband.

Backstage was a chaotic maze of narrow corridors and dimly lit rooms, the air thick with the scent of powder, perfume, and cigarette smoke that gave her a throbbing headache.

The wooden floorboards creaked under hurried footsteps, they were almost worn smooth by years of dancers, singers, and stagehands running back and forth. She narrowly avoided the traffic the of dancers and headed to the one place of peace

She pushed past the feathered headbands and barely skipped over the scattered dressed that were resting on the floor.

Before pushing the door to the dressing door open and was met with the drunken singin- no. Yelling of her co-singers.

It was usually quieter in the dressing room at this time, but payday caused the girls to start drinking at 10pm while still on there shift.

The dressing room had beige walls covered in mirrors, paintings even certificates and always seemed to have a gramophone playing music in the background.

“Dalila!” One of the girls named Samantha or ‘Sammy’ for short, yelled and stumbled her way over to her almost breaking her ankles in her silver heals.

“Come sing with usssss” the girl pleaded like a puppy begging for food.

“Sammy.. should you be drinking in those heels?” Dalila chuckled and gently sat her on the sofa with the other girls, Sammy’s body draping over their laps.

“Sorry mum” the girls said sarcastically causing dalila to playfully roll her eyes and move to her designated dresser, slipping off her red kitten heals while walking over to it.

She stood in-front of the dresser and saw the envelope on top

“Payday” dalila said to herself,today was the only day that working this shitty job payed off.

Now, don’t get it twisted, she loved singing and performing, but here? For men to gawk at like they were entitled to her.

No thanks.

She picked up the envelope with one hand while the other was picking the hair pins from her hair. She Dropped the pins and pried open the envelope to find half of her pay missing.

“What the...” she muttered and looked around her dresser for other envelopes but found nothing. “He can’t be serious” she spoke, feeling anger bubbling up in her stomach.

She took out the £1 note and shoved it into her hand

the envelope was dropped on the floor and she stormed out of the dressing room. Her red heals clicking again the floor and her sequinned Dress moving with her as she set for fat Sam’s office.

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Me waiting for the 28 years later fanfics

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── MORNING GLORY.

pairing: robb stark x wife!reader

summary: robb wakes up needy for his wife. good thing she's right there to help.

warnings: slight somno, fingering, spooning to prone bone, breeding kink (it's required), biting, lazy morning sex idk, this was written so quickly I just really needed to post something, not proofread cause I'm too lazy right now, mdni.

notes: this is not what I planned on posting today but I didn't get a lot of progress done on what I initially wanted to do, so enjoy this in the meantime. I woke up horny and I'm ovulating this week and this is the outcome. also regular text size won the poll!! I'm just keeping the notes and stuff small text.

word count: 1.5k

The ache between Robb's legs was the first thing he noticed when he awoke. The morning light was just beginning to filter in through the curtains, rays bathing the bedchambers in hues of orange and yellow. Even with the thorough love-making from the night before, his body ached for more before he was fully conscious.

Your soft form was curled beneath the furs, silky hair sprawled across the pillow, your lips parted ever so slightly as you slept. You were surely a pretty sight, one that only served to make him grow harder in his smallclothes. It was almost pathetic, Robb thought, that the mere sight of his wife could make him ache. He hoped the feeling was mutual. Your body was so warm and pliant against his own, one firm arm slung over your waist as he held your back to his chest.

Robb didn't want to disturb your slumber, not when you slept so peacefully, but his need for you was getting harder to ignore. He would make sure your abrupt awakening was well worth your while. His lips found your neck, planting gentle kisses over the marks he had left the night before. He could feel the shift in your breath, even if it was unconscious, your body responding to his familiar touch in your slumber. His hand, once splayed over the soft plane of your stomach began to dip lower, fingertips gliding across the skin of your thigh that was left bare from the way your shift had tugged up on the night. He savored the warmth of your skin and the subtle shift of your hips as you began to wake.

Robb's touch grew bolder as his fingers moved to the honey between your legs. He groaned softly at the wetness he found there, eyes squeezing shut as his calloused fingers found your clit. The little nub was already slickened with your arousal, two fingers easily gliding over it in tight circles. The whine you let out was so soft, so needy, it had your husband throbbing.

“Shhh, my lady,” he murmured, voice rough from disuse, “I've got you.” The scratch of his stubble against the delicate shell of your ear had you shuddering, hands clutching the bedsheets as you began to come back to reality.

“Robb.”

The breathy call of his name had his fingers speeding up on your clit, and it was then that he realized he was rutting against your rear, too desperate to stop himself like a dog in heat. His mouth found your neck again, teeth gently sinking into the sensitive skin before he soothed it with his tongue. It had you gasping, and Robb took the opportunity to slide a finger into your welcoming heat. “You're soaked, love,” the smirk was practically audible in his words. His hips rolled slowly, grinding the hard outline of his cock against your ass. “Were you dreaming about me?”

“Mhh… perhaps,” you replied, eyes fluttering shut with a small pinch of your brow. Your walls clamped around his invading digit, already wanting for more as you subtly rocked against his hand.

In tune with the tells of your body, and the soft little sounds that escaped you, Robb slid a second finger inside of you. He scissored his fingers for a few long moments, stretching you out for what was to come. “I hope it was a good dream,” he spoke huskily, lips still planting open-mouthed kisses along your neck and behind your ear until your skin glistened with his spit. “But never better than the real thing. I am here, my wife, let me love you.”

He withdrew his fingers from your cunt, reveling in the whimper of protest you let out, ready to be filled again. He made quick work of shoving down his smallclothes, his cock springing free. It was hard and aching, leaking with his need for his wife. One hand tugged up your shift in a haste, revealing the swell of your rear and the shape of your hips. His fingers sunk into the supple flesh of one of your cheeks, spreading you open for him. He grasped his cock, guiding the leaking tip through your folds. He watched, enraptured, as your folds parted around him, his length gliding easily through your arousal.

“Husband!” You gasped when his head caught on your clit, the delicious drag sending heat through your core as your body tensed.

“Shhh, my lady wife,” he repeated. Without more preamble, Robb lined himself up with your entrance. He groaned as soon as he slid inside, your warmth pulling him in further as he dropped his forehead onto your shoulder. His hand slid from your ass to your hip, fingers clutching onto you as he bottomed out. The moan you let out had him exhaling shakily, and it took all of his strength not to move until you adjusted.

Slowly, agonizingly so, Robb began to rock his hips. He dragged out of your clenching cunt until only the tip remained before pushing back inside. The pace was slow and deep, and he reveled in the soft moans he could draw from your lips, he reveled in the feeling of your warmth around him. It was what he had been aching for, and now he was lost in the pleasure. His hand slid up your body, arm looped over your waist, as his hand cupped one of your breasts through the thin fabric of your shift. He kneaded the soft mound, thumb circling your pebbled nipple as he sped up. Robb's hips slapped against your ass, the sound of flesh against flesh mingling with his grunts and your moans.

“So pretty,” Robb gasped, words falling from his lips without rhyme or reason, “so perfect. My lady. My wife. My heart."

As his thrusts grew more erratic, he eased you onto your stomach without missing a beat. His chest was flush against your back, body covering your own as he continued to run into you. “Robb!” You cried out, the noise strangled as his weight pressed into you. He pried open the tight grip you had on the pillows, fingers locking with your own. The other hand slid up your body, finger wrapping around your chin to tilt your head to look at him. His lips found yours in a messy kiss, though it was far too quick for your liking.

“You feel so good beneath me, my darling,” Robb panted, eyes glued to the way your brows furrowed, your hair clung to your sweaty forehead, your lips parted around soft gasps and whines. He felt his balls begin to tighten, threatening with his incoming release. He dropped his head upon your shoulder again, teeth biting at the bare skin he found. “My love, my lady, I'm close.”

“In… inside!” You managed to gasp.

That was all it took.

“You want me to cum inside, darling? Want me to fill you up and fuck you full of my seed?” The words were ragged as his hips stuttered, his hand sliding away from your jaw to clutch your hip. Robb squeezed your hand, and though his next words were spoken in a daze of lust, he meant them. “I can't wait to see you round with our babe. Let the whole North know you're mine.”

With a few punishingly hard thrusts, Robb stilled, and spilled inside of you. He felt your walls clench and spasm around him, a shrill cry falling from your lips as you met your orgasms together. He screwed his eyes shut, lips parted around gasping breaths and raspy moans. His hips stuttered as he rode out the waves of his climax, each pulse of his cock sending jolts of pleasure shooting up his spine. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the last spurts of his release dribbled out.

You were both panting, trembling with the aftermath of pleasure. Robb rolled his hips lazily, feeling his softening cock still nestled inside you. He could feel their combined releases starting to leak out around him, dribbling down your thighs. Marking you. Claiming you. He let go of your hip, hand propping himself up so he did not fully crush you with his weight. Nuzzling against the crook of your neck, he placed a reverent kiss to your skin.

“Are you alright, love?”

His question was almost laughable.

“Never better, husband. Only.. tired.”

Robb grinned against your neck, peppering kisses up the expanse of it until he met your jaw, your cheek, your forehead. “Well-spent, hm?” He hummed. He hissed as he slipped his softening cock out of you, rolling onto his back to gather you on his arms. He didn't miss the way you clenched your thighs together, an attempt at keeping his warm seed inside of you. It made his heart stutter, not entirely with lust, but hope. Hope that it would take.

“Sleep, wife,” he whispered, placing a final, lingering kiss upon your forehead as you rested on his chest. “I will be here when you wake.”

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𝐅𝟏 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐬 - 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬

Drivers: Lewis Hamilton, lando Norris, Oscar piastri, max verstapan, Charles leclerc, Carlos sainz.

Summery: f1 divers as dads

Pairing: drivers x reader

Warnings: none, fluff, suggestive things

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Ivar the boneless - be quiet 18+ (request)

Anonymous: ”Hello! I’ve read your Ivar short and I was wondering if you could do an ivar smut? I don’t really have any ideas for it but i was thinking a puplic thing… if your up for it.

Because ivar is so abjfcbtscb 😫🤭”

Ivar x partner!reader

Warnings: SMUT, fingering, public fingering. No orgasm

Description: you started flirting with Hvitserk to make ivar jealous and it wasn’t well received.

P.s: Idk what point it the series this is set so just go with it.

Ivar watched as you laughed at Hvitserks terrible joke. Why the hell were you laughing?.

You and ivar had an argument last night and honesty neither of you could remember what it was about.

You were obviously flirting with Hvitserk and you were doing it to annoy ivar. Ivar was sitting next to you while Hvitserk sat across from you both the table In between you two

You weren’t really acknowledging Ivar until you felt his large hand on your thigh.

You snapped your head over to him and he just looked away, you shook your head and just continued to talk with Hvitserk, trying to ignore his touch.

Ivars fingers worked slowly to scrunch your dress up to your thigh, causing your breath to hitch.

Your dress was scrunched up to your thigh and Ivar had was running along the bare skin. Merely brushing over the mound behind your undergarments causing you squeeze your legs together tightly.

Hvitserk gave you a look and you cleared your throat and apologised, and as you did Ivar gently circled your clit over the fabric of you panties.

You could only feel the light teasing pressure against your clit, causing you to desperately move your hips to feel more. And ivar smirked to himself

Ivar pushed your panties to the side and slipped a thick finger through your slick, you let out a shaky sigh and tried to save face

He gently circled your clit and rolled it between his two middle fingers causing you to press your lips tightly together to. You almost chocked on your drink when he slipped a finger inside you and curled it in a come hither motion. Ivar smirked and started to thrust his finger in and out and you gripped your cup tightly as Hvitserk refilled it.

Ivar slipped in another finger and moved his hand faster, you leaned over to ivar and whispered “ivar stop it” you whispered desperately.

Ivar smirked and shrugged and simply slipped out his fingers leaving you empty.

Hii! Feel free to give me suggestions i write for, Peaky Blinders, HOTD, GoT and Vikings trust me I’m very excited for new suggestions all are welcome <3 (all so check out my master list if you wanna)

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Michael gray- with a polar opposite partner

Michael x partner!reader

Warnings: smoking, polly trying to be a wingman, reader trying alcohol.

Description: ain’t it obvious? :)

She don’t drink, she don’t smoke, she doesn’t do snow? She seems pretty boring if you ask me” issah told him “she’s really not boring.” he assured him. “She actually has common sense, unlike us” Michael told him.

He tries his best not to smoke around you because you said you hated the smell and that he was ‘killing himself’ but at the time you never see him without a cigarette in his mouth.

He told polly about you after he met you and she found it adorable how shy and sweet you were. “She sounds really sweet” polly said and Michael nodded his head and only just realised how long he’d been talking about you

When he introduced you to polly she was so sweet and was definitely the kind of mum to try a be a wing man but you ended up getting really flustered.

He once convinced you to try some whiskey once and you honestly almost threw up, Michael had never laughed so hard before.

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Jacaerys velaryon- riding the crown 18+ smut

King!jacaerys x wife!reader

Warnings: smut, ‘heir making’, p in v , cowgirl, AU no dance of dragons. Teasing, slight humiliation ig, slightly dark Jace. Conception.

Description: riding the most powerful man on the most powerful seat.

“How did this happen?” You thought, your king husband summoned you to the throne room to discuss something, but now you were both on-top of the iron throne as you bounced up and down on his cock.

You felt every inch of him sinking in and out of you as you slowly moved up and down on his lap, your hands griping his shoulders for support. “Fuck..Jace” you moaned and you felt his hands grip your hips tightly.

You sped up slightly, trying to find something to grip onto that wasn’t going to stab you.

Your dress was hoisted up to your hips and your undergarments were torn open desperately. Jaces britches and trousers were pulled down just a bit past his hips to allow him to pull out his cock so your could ride it.

You felt your legs getting tired and doubled down in your efforts. “Aw getting tired already huh?” Jace teased and you buried your head into his neck and nodded into it. “My poor love” Jace taunted and griped you hips tightly to move you faster.

“You’re the one who wanted this-” you desperately panted, getting cut off by a moan as he hit your g-spot.

“Yes I did..and your the one who said you wanted to have more children that king Jaehaerys” Jace reminded you and thrusted his hips up.

“I-I was drunk…you know that” you protested, feeling a rush of energy and moved faster. “Oh gods~ right there” you moaned louder.

Jace chuckled and felt his cock throb slightly. “Even if you were drunk…I do need heirs. And what better way to make them than on their ancestors seat?” Jace groaned feeling his balls tighten but he wanted you to cum first.

“Jacearys” you moaned loudly and pulled on his luscious curls.

You felt your core tightening and you desperately tried to chase it but couldn’t push yourself over it. Jacaerys noticed and smirked, he licked his thumb before bringing it to your clit and rubbing it fast causing your orgasm to hit you like a fait train.

You froze and let out a string of curses but tried to keep moving to make Jace finish.

Jace pressed to your neck and kisssed it softly and rode you down from your high before thrusting his hips up fast before releasing his seed inside you.

“We might have just made our heir”. Jace chuckled.

“What a worthy ruler they will be then” you said sarcastically, slipping his softened length form you.

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Arthur Shelby - polar opposite wife headcanons

Arthur Shelby x partner!reader

Warnings: none, Arthur in love

Description: you know why your here

He knew you hated violence, which was ironic because he was surrounded by violence all the time.

He saw your face when he came home with blood on him and in truth it kind of broke his heart.

He’ll never forget seeing you cry at a book for the first time.

You were both reading a book together (1920s version of watching a show together) and when it got to a bit where a main character died and you started crying.

“It’s not even that sad” Arthur chuckled as he flicked over that page. “It is your just heartless” you sniffed dapping your tears away with a tissue.

He once gave you a gun, not anything to fancy, but it was good just to store I’m your purse for defence. To this day you refused to even test it out.

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John Shelby - polar opposite wife headcanons

John Shelby x partner!reader

Warnings: none

Description: isn’t it obvious?

He knew he made a mistake by bringing you to the pictures for your first date when you started tearing up but it was the perfect opportunity to hold your hand and comfort you.

He brought you flowers every other week when the one he brought you previously had died. And he saw the look on your face when you had to throw out the dead ones so he made sure to keep new ones coming.

He never told you about what happened while he was working as to not upset you, and he tried his hardest not to get battered up as to know worry you, considering you nearly cried when he came home bleeding once.

He once saw you stop to pet a stray cat once so he decided to buy you one of your own and you let the kids name it (they called it Catsby).

You were the sweetest most kindest person he’d ever met and he saw the way you care for him and others, especially the kids he falls in love with you all over again

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Thomas Shelby- polar opposite wife head canons

Thomas Shelby x cute!reader

Warnings: none

Description: obvious

He found it adorable how sweet and kind you were, his type was usually bold and smart-arsed woman and you definitely didn’t fit the criteria in his head.

But something about you punched its way into his tough heart and exterior.

He saw how caring you were and felt the need to shield you, no matter how many times you told him you told him you didn’t need his protection.

He found it strange but sweet at how you cried at the pictures or when you read a sad book.

He loved that you didn’t really understand him and his brothers more unsavoury jokes and how you blushed when he showed you any attention in public or called you a nickname.

You had a habit of taking detours or getting distracted with the most random things. A new bakery opened? you dropped everything to go there and filled the cupboards with cookies and pies. But how could he be mad when he saw the adorable smile on your face, and don’t get him started if a new library opened, He always found you 1 hour later with a bag full of the most lovey-dovey books ever written.

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Ivar the boneless-

‘Little princess’ domestic!ivar x wife!reader

Be quiet. 18+

The Ragnarsons-

How the ragnarsons would fuck you

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Thomas Shelby-

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John Shelby-

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Arthur Shelby-

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Michael gray-

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Jacearys Velaryon-

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Formula 1 🏎️

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‘Little princess’ ivar the boneless short

Domestic Ivar the boneless x wife!reader

Warnings: none.

Description: ivars “little princess’ wants to train so you help her out

you and ivar had 3 children together now. Uhtred age 10 and the twins Finan and Iselut age 7, and another one on to be born very soon. (or so the healers say.)

You were beginning to think that ivar was going to get you with child as many times as possible, just to prove he could.

Ivar took up training the boys, they were natural fighters already, they were skilled in there own ways just like him, but they just needed some tutoring to rein in there stubbornness and there egos that caused them to think they were better than each other.

every time they would train, iseult would sit close by, aimlessly picking at the threads and the seams of her dress or trying to build the confidence to ask to join. She didn’t know why she was frightened. She was her father ‘little princess’ who could do wrong, any harm done to her ivar would chuck the culprits into the water and hold their heads down until the bubbles stoped and then offer there corpse to the gods.

But in truth she was scared her brothers were going to embarrass her or she was going to embarrass herself infront of them.

you were a shield maiden for most of your life before you married ivar and you were a darn good fighter as well, you only stoped fighting when you got pregnant and ivar wanted to keep you safe. And iseult looked up to you.

you watched the boys train occasionally when you were bored of being confined to your chambers and you tried not to snicker as the boys fell sometimes, then your eye caught iseult, she was always sitting on on top of a barrel in the yard anxiously picking at the seams of her dress as she kept looking over to ivar and her brothers.

it broke your heart at her being nervous to ask to join, she was a good girl, shy, sweet but she had a temper like ivar and the rest of her family. she was just nervous and you wished ivar would notice that.

One day you had enough and walked over to her. “You know. If you want to join just ask them” you told her, making her jump.

“I-I can’t ask them, uhtred said I’m to small and won’t even be able to hold anything.” she pouted softly and glanced over to the pile of weapons in the yard.

“Uhtred also thinks he will grow up to marry a Valkyrie” you said matter of factly and iseult giggled. “Besides who said anything about a heavy weapon?” You asked her and she looked at you confused

You looked around and found a small bow and arrow on the table, you picked it up and gestured her to jump down.

She hopped down and you handed her the bow and slotted in the arrow for her. “Ok keep your hand here…and draw back to your cheek” you instructed and she did as you said.

You helped her position and aimed it at the barrel that was in the direction off ivar and the boys. “Ok…when You’re ready ok” you told her and she nodded nervously before letting go.

The arrow file past the ivar and the boys. Almost catching finan on the cheek as it hit the barrel.

And all the 3 boys turned to look at her and ivar let out a suprised laugh

Masterlist

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John Shelby nsfw alphabet

John nsfw alphabet

A = aftercare

He usually passes out quickly after sex but not before make it sure you are comfortable and clean before he crashes out. He likes to hold you while he smokes and strokes your hair. Holding you after is the only reason he prefers this to quickies. He loves it when you just talk to him as you play with his fingers or run your fingers softly up and down his chest. He just loves listening to your voice as you get sleepier and sleepier…

Positions:

The normal just cuddling into his chest : classic but he obviously likes it

B = body part

Him:

He loves his biceps and hair , he likes how you grip his biceps while your out or cuddle into his arms when your cold or when you sleep. It makes him feel protective and comfortable around you.

You:

You love his lips and hands :you like how soft they are, how they kiss you, how they move when they talk….how they eat you out… you also love his hands. How they hold you. How they rest on your waist, hips and thighs. How they guide you when you’re walking sometimes.

C = cum

He always finishes after you and he does cum a lot (he has a lot of kids for a reason) after he finishes he can either keep going like a rabbit or pass out as soon as your cuddling with him. He always slows down when your about to cum to draw it out and then keeps going after you finish to keep the pleasure going.

D= dirty secret .

He wants to see you with a woman, he doesn’t know why but when he thinks about you with another woman he feels his cock twitch. He hates the idea of you being with another man but you being with another man but for some reason picturing you with a woman gets him going.

He would never ask you to do that, especially after you experienced your dislike for adding another person.

E= experience .

My guy has 6 kids and probably more that we don’t know about. He knows what he’s doing.

F= favourite position .

I feel like he would like it when you wrap your legs around his waist or on his shoulders and any position where he can see your face in pleasure and see his cock sliding in and out of you is ideal for him.

G= goofy .

Sometimes, he likes to make you laugh with his teasing and he wants you to relax and for you to let your guard down and sex is an amazing way to do that for him. But he also likes it to be intimate and passionate, it just depends on the situation you are in.

H= hair

He likes the idea of looking good for you, after the war he fell back on his ‘self care’ but when you agreed to a date with him he freshened himself up and now you keep him in the routine of cleaning himself and shaving down there.

He does prefer for you to shave just a bit down there, especially if he eats you out.

he thinks that shaving is like being clean and taking care of yourself and that goes for the rest of your body, (he doesn’t care of it’s a bit of hair he just doesn’t want it to be a lot).

I= intimacy.

As said before he doesn’t mind being a little silly during it but he does like the closeness that come with it. He likes to be more connected to you, but if it’s a quickie he will tease a lot more.

J= jack off.

He used to do it as much as a horny teenager but when he met you he managed to control his urges a lot more, but he will occasionally rub one out to the thought of you if he can’t wait.

K= kink.

I’m not sure what kinks he has but if I had to think I would say he likes to threaten you with people hearing or walking in, he would say things like “you need to be quiet..do you want them to hear you?” “What if I let them in and see what a mess you are for me huh?”

L= location

Anywhere and I mean anywhere.

M= motivation .

You. You are his motivation, no mater what you are wearing what you’re doing what you’re saying. There will always be the voice in the back of his head telling him that he can fuck you whenever he wants to.

N= no’s

(As most) sharing you. He can’t stand imagining you with another man, but as before he does like to imagine you with other woman even if it’s never acted upon.

Also degrading you or hurting you . He can’t Imagine hurting you. You are the woman he loves and for him sex isn’t just about fucking but if he really really loves you it’s a connection thing.

O= oral.

He prefers receiving but he will eat you out if you want him to, and he loves to watch you Squirming as he does it.

P= pace .

Pase can vary depending on his mode but he’s usually is deep but goes at a regular pace but will do whatever you want and whatever you need

Q= quickies .

A quickie is what usually happens with the kids and the fact that he’s busy a lot. Buthe does prefer to take his time with you.

R= risk .

He is the living embodiment of risk, he will do it whenever and wherever you want. It’s as simple as that.

S= stamina

He has around a normal amount of stamina but he can go for LOTS of rounds like the average is 4-6 rounds per time. He is horny right after sex most of the time.

T= toys .

It’s 1920…but even if if they did exist he would most likely only use a vibrator for your clit sometimes so he could put more energy into fucking you.

U= unfair

Teasing is his foreplay. He can wind you up to the point of orgasm and then not let you cross. Over and over again so your final orgasm is more intense.

V= volume.

He might let a small moan slip but he’s more of a groaner and a talker.

W= wild card .

He wants to take you to a whore place and fuck you until your eyes roll back.

X= X-ray

He is average girth maybe a bit thicker and he’s got a few veins that you can feel. It’s a good 7 inches and it’s straight and hits the perfect spot every time he puts it in.

Y= yearning .

He can have sex any day or time if you are up for it he’s up for it. His sex drive his high. If he can get his dick wet them he will. But if he (by some miracle) gets tired he will finger you until you tell him to stop

Z= zzz

He passes out instantly when he’s cum enough times as soon as you are cuddling him he out like a newborn baby

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Thomas Shelby nsfw alphabet

Nsfw alphabet with Thomas Shelby ;)

A = aftercare

At first Tommy didn’t really know what aftercare was, he was used to just leaving like he did with one night stands and whores but, he actually cares about you, so at first he would just clean you up and cuddle. He likes to make you feel comfortable after sex and seeing you calm makes him calm so he would just hold you until he managed to sleep which wasn’t an easy task most nights.

Positions:

The normal just cuddling into his chest : classic but he loves it.. He will stroke your hair occasionally if he isn’t smoking after it.

Cock-warming: again he loves it. You would straddle his hips and lay down on his chest as his cock sat inside you and his arms wrapped around your waist.

(He doesn’t like spooning, he wants to see your face)

B = body part

Him:

He loves his hands, there very skilled and thick and they can do so much, they can kill somebody and then they can finger you until you’re screaming. What’s not to like?

On you. He loves your waist, not matter how big or small it is he just loves to wrap his arms around your waist, guide you when your walking and hold it when your riding him or wrap his arms around it while cuddling you.

You:

You love his arms: you like how he can just lift you up or move you around when he wants you somewhere, you like scratching them and holding them when he’s fucking you, you also love when he grabs the headboard and they flex (🤭)

And his eyes like how could you not? They’re so pretty and you could quite literally drown in them.

C = cum

You will ALWAYS cum before him, it’s non negotiable to him, he likes to feel you squeeze around him as you finish (that usually sends him).

He prefers cumming inside you if your married especially if your trying for a baby, but if your his girlfriend or just a whore then he will try pull out to avoid any “accidents”. He also will never pass up feeling you swallow his cum after a blowjob

D= dirty secret.

He wants to fuck you while heavily pregnant just to see if it feels different. He wants to know if your tighter or looser while pregnant and he also wants to know if your more sensitive (easier to make cum). But he also wants to feel what it would be like to try and fuck you on a horse, it’s always been a strange fantasy he has.

E= experience.

I mean..is it not secret that Tommys experienced. He knows what he’s doing especially after all the whores.

F= favourite position.

Ok soo I have a few.

Normally: (idk the actual name) when both your legs go over his shoulders or cowgirl. He loves to watch your face as he fucks you.

When he’s angry or stressed: doggy style. It’s easier to take out frustration and he can go as fast and hard as he wants to go. As a plus he can pull your hair, and he also likes you to suck him off if he’s stressed.

when your trying for a baby: missionary only he takes it slowly so you can feel everything inch of him thrusting in and out

G= goofy.

Two words. Hell no.

He takes sex seriously or as an intimate moment, so no messing around is taken kindly, that is if you can even talk with you eyes rolled in the back of your head and the moans falling from your mouth.

H= hair.

He likes to be trimmed down there, appearance is important to him and he will expect you to do the same, but he doesn’t want you to be completely bare cause he doesn’t want to picture you as a whore. (The carpet matches the drapes btw)

I= intimacy.

He takes sex seriously and will be whatever you want, whether it’s hard, soft, fast, slow. He just wants the pleasure and conection with you. But he does pefer it quick and hard he will try his best to keep it together to make sure you get what you want.

J= jack off.

Why would he do it when he has you in the next room? But if he’s away from you he will try to have some self control but he starts picturing you and gives up, but he would much prefer just having g sex rather than that.

K= kink.

Breeding kink: 1000% he loves the idea of you carrying his baby and he loves the idea that he’s to one who put it in you.

Sir kink: he’s dominant and if he’s mad at you he will make you call him sir but he only makes you call him it when he’s mad at you but if you say it when he’s not it will just get him hornier. (I hope that makes sense)

L= location

Anywhere with a bed so he can take his time, but he will do it in a more risky place.

You have done it:

the garrisons: after closing behind the bar.

somehow at the races: in the bathroom and he fingered you in your seat secretly.

while Arthur and the others were in the other room: you were both drunk and you got caught.

in the family car (s1): you were teasing him and he got you in the back seat.

and so so so many other places (and you have been caught a lot)

M= motivation.

When you’ve been teasing him all day/night: you’ve been teasing him all day and secretly palming him under the table at the garrisons while others are there. When your home he will bend you over so fast.

You in lingerie: if he enters your bedroom after a stressful day and sees you in a slutty lingerie suddenly he is in the best mood he’s ever been in.

Seeing other men eye fucking you: if you’re out and he sees another man ogling at you best believe he will kiss you/ pull you onto your lap and whisper dirty things into your ear.

N= no’s

Sharing you. Hell no, he won’t even let another man touch you let alone put there cock in you. Even thinking about it makes him feel angry. But he’s less defensive if it’s a girl with you (it kinda turns him on) but you wouldn’t ever go for it if it means him fucking the girl.

Hurting you. He would never ever want to hurt you except if it’s a spank. As soon as he hurts you he will pull out and apologise.

You degrading him. Just a no from him.

O= oral.

Tommy will never turn down a blow job, he would do anything to feel you mouth suck and swallow his cock, especially when he’s stressed or working. But on the other hand he will eat you out until you cry from the overstimulation. He knows what you want him to do when you want it, wether it’s thrusting his tounge inside or wether it’s sucking your clit until you can’t take it, he knows what he’s doing.

P= pace.

If it’s a quickie then it’s fast and he takes no regard for how long it takes for you both to finish. But he prefers to do whatever your in the mood for, as long as you both cum he’s happy with anything you want.

Q= quickies.

A quickie is usually when he’s busy and can’t fuck you probably but they can also be used to relieve stress or anger he has built up, it’s better than yelling and getting angry at people.

R= risk.

Similar with pace anything you’re up for so is he. Want to have sex in an alleyway? Sure why not. Want to have sex on the dining table? He’s kicking everyone out. Want to try a new position or him to spank you? He’s up for it. Want to have sex infront of a fireplace? Time and place. As long as he knows your safe and he can keep an eye on you to make sure your not in harms way he’s up for it.

S= stamina

He can go for however long you need him to. If he feels like it’s going to end to quickly he will pull out and start eating you out while slowly jerking off to keep him on that edge. He can have as many rounds as needed, you want it in the morning the evening in the middle of a meeting? He will do it.

T= toys.

It’s 1920 but even if if they did exist he wouldn’t use them he doesn’t want you to use anything except your fingers and his cock to pleasure you.

U= unfair

He is the king of tease and foreplay, during the day he will smack your ass whisper in your ear finger you until your about to cum and then stop, he will whisper in your ear, pull you onto his lap and grind himself against him until your soaking through your panties.

V= volume.

He’s not a moaner he’s a dirty talker. He will listen to you moan and scream in pleasure all while whispering in your ear. “You like that don’t you” “you feel so good” “that’s it take it” “oh such a good girl”

W= wild card.

He has secret tally in his head about all the places he’s fucked you

X= X-ray

He is the definition or big dick energy and has earned it. He is thick and stretches you every time he puts it in you have to adjust for a second. He his just a bit longer than average 7-8 inches and is curved to hit the perfect spot every time.

Y= yearning.

He can have sex any day or time if you are up for it he’s up for it. His sex drive his high. If he can get his dick wet them he will.

Z= zzz

We all know sleep doesn’t find Thomas Shelby easily but after fucking you it makes it easier and the people in the walls take a break.. actually screw that even he hasn’t had sex with you he sleeps easier just because you’re with him

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