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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.”

1. No Limit

2. Broken Clocks

3. Church

4. Take Me Away

5. Thru Your Phone

6. Sandcastles

7. Let Me

8. Love on the Brain

9. Get You

10. We Find Love

11. Paramedic!

Anticipation I

Authors Note: it’s been a while lol be patient with me. Tag list open. Thanks 💕💕

Warnings: None Yet.

Pairing: Black Reader x Thomas Shelby

Thomas Shelby had a car waiting outside for you with a familiar face behind the wheel. You glanced out the window, nerves crawling up your spine. Everyone had said to turn him down. Thomas Shelby meant you no good, but how and why would you ever turn him down? The man oozed charisma. No words were needed. It was all in his presence. He commanded attention, and he’d definitely caught yours.

You walked toward the small table, grabbing the red clutch that matched your gown. He’d promised you a good time, and red dresses always seemed to bring one. The horn sounded outside. An impatient driver. You rolled your eyes, opened the front door, and stepped out of your apartment.

“I don’t have all day, eh?” Arthur Shelby peered through the driver’s window and waved you over. He’d never been one for patience. You’d learned that through the way he constantly interrupted Thomas whenever he was talking to you.

For months he’d tried to get a date, and for some reason, last week your tall wall finally crumbled at the words, “Y/N, give me one night and I swear, you won’t forget it.” Those words echoed through your mind once more as you stepped into the passenger seat.

“About time, pretty lady.” Arthur looked at you with warm eyes and a crooked smile. “Thomas Shelby waits for no one.”

“He waits for me.”

Arthur chuckled. “Sure he does.” He laughed.

The restaurant in downtown London offered no surprises. Soft jazz drifted through the air as you sat alone in a back corner booth, waiting. You’d finished two glasses of champagne and one whiskey neat before your impatience had you fighting the urge to leave. Y/N waited for no one.

In your mind, you’d decided he had three more minutes before you walked out. You’d rather take the alley home than wait around for a man who had probably stood you up.

Two minutes passed and you gave in. You were leaving. An hour of your Friday had been wasted when the works of Langston Hughes were calling your name instead. Your feet carried you quickly across the restaurant, your hips accidentally brushing seated patrons, but you didn’t care.

“Y/N!”

Thomas’s voice stopped you mid-stride.

You stood there, mentally deciding whether to slap him or simply walk away. Both felt like the right answer.

You turned to face him. His tailored vest hugged his lean frame perfectly. A cigarette hung lazily from his lips while his eyes wandered over every inch of you.

“What?”

“I apologize.”

He exhaled slowly. “Things always get carried away.”

“Sure they do.” You folded your arms. “I’d like a ride home.”

“After dinner?” It came out as a question, but everything about him made it sound like a command. He placed a hand gently against your back, guiding you toward the table. Pulling out your chair, he looked down at you. “Go on. Take a seat. No need to be angry.”

“I don’t like waiting.”

“Anticipation bothers you?”

“I anticipate nothing.”

“You anticipate me.” He nodded toward the chair. “Sit.”

The command sent heat rushing to your face.

Asshole.

You sat, dropping your clutch onto the table with a loud thud before clearing your throat.

“I see you’ve had a few drinks.” A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

“Yeah. Started a tab for you.”

“I don’t pay here.” He motioned for the waiter, who hurried over immediately. “We’ll have another round. And tell me, are you hungry?”

You scoffed and rolled your eyes.

“That isn’t an answer.” Thomas leaned across the table, folding his hands together. “Are you hungry?”

“Sure.”

“Have dinner delivered to my home in the next hour. Call my driver and send a bottle of whatever she’s been drinking as well.”

The waiter disappeared into the crowd.

You took a slow breath, trying not to let the thought of Thomas Shelby’s home make you squirm with excitement.

“Can we have a private dinner?” he asked.

“I guess.”

“I’d like to get to know you. All of you. Your pet peeves. Your favorite food. The way you dance.” He paused, watching your expression carefully. “The sounds you make in your sleep. Everything.”

You fought back a smile.

“Well, I guess you should know this. I can’t be bought, and I can’t be wooed by charm or aura or any of that.” You stood, picking up your clutch. “Take me home, and when you think you have the time to give me the date I deserve, we can try this again.”

Thomas stubbed out his cigarette, looking slightly irritated but far more amused.

“You’re going to make me work for it?”

“You should know, I’m a full-time job. Work is expected.”

You stepped closer until you were beside him. Leaning down, your lips barely brushed his ear.“Goodnight, Mr. Shelby. I’ll make my own way home.”

All things Elijah ‘Smoke’ Moore & Elias ‘Stack’ Moore

Fluff, Smut, Angst, 18+ NSFW CONTENT

Anticipation I

Authors Note: it’s been a while lol be patient with me. Tag list open. Thanks 💕💕

Warnings: None Yet.

Pairing: Black Reader x Thomas Shelby

Thomas Shelby had a car waiting outside for you with a familiar face behind the wheel. You glanced out the window, nerves crawling up your spine. Everyone had said to turn him down. Thomas Shelby meant you no good, but how and why would you ever turn him down? The man oozed charisma. No words were needed. It was all in his presence. He commanded attention, and he’d definitely caught yours.

You walked toward the small table, grabbing the red clutch that matched your gown. He’d promised you a good time, and red dresses always seemed to bring one. The horn sounded outside. An impatient driver. You rolled your eyes, opened the front door, and stepped out of your apartment.

“I don’t have all day, eh?” Arthur Shelby peered through the driver’s window and waved you over. He’d never been one for patience. You’d learned that through the way he constantly interrupted Thomas whenever he was talking to you.

For months he’d tried to get a date, and for some reason, last week your tall wall finally crumbled at the words, “Y/N, give me one night and I swear, you won’t forget it.” Those words echoed through your mind once more as you stepped into the passenger seat.

“About time, pretty lady.” Arthur looked at you with warm eyes and a crooked smile. “Thomas Shelby waits for no one.”

“He waits for me.”

Arthur chuckled. “Sure he does.” He laughed.

The restaurant in downtown London offered no surprises. Soft jazz drifted through the air as you sat alone in a back corner booth, waiting. You’d finished two glasses of champagne and one whiskey neat before your impatience had you fighting the urge to leave. Y/N waited for no one.

In your mind, you’d decided he had three more minutes before you walked out. You’d rather take the alley home than wait around for a man who had probably stood you up.

Two minutes passed and you gave in. You were leaving. An hour of your Friday had been wasted when the works of Langston Hughes were calling your name instead. Your feet carried you quickly across the restaurant, your hips accidentally brushing seated patrons, but you didn’t care.

“Y/N!”

Thomas’s voice stopped you mid-stride.

You stood there, mentally deciding whether to slap him or simply walk away. Both felt like the right answer.

You turned to face him. His tailored vest hugged his lean frame perfectly. A cigarette hung lazily from his lips while his eyes wandered over every inch of you.

“What?”

“I apologize.”

He exhaled slowly. “Things always get carried away.”

“Sure they do.” You folded your arms. “I’d like a ride home.”

“After dinner?” It came out as a question, but everything about him made it sound like a command. He placed a hand gently against your back, guiding you toward the table. Pulling out your chair, he looked down at you. “Go on. Take a seat. No need to be angry.”

“I don’t like waiting.”

“Anticipation bothers you?”

“I anticipate nothing.”

“You anticipate me.” He nodded toward the chair. “Sit.”

The command sent heat rushing to your face.

Asshole.

You sat, dropping your clutch onto the table with a loud thud before clearing your throat.

“I see you’ve had a few drinks.” A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

“Yeah. Started a tab for you.”

“I don’t pay here.” He motioned for the waiter, who hurried over immediately. “We’ll have another round. And tell me, are you hungry?”

You scoffed and rolled your eyes.

“That isn’t an answer.” Thomas leaned across the table, folding his hands together. “Are you hungry?”

“Sure.”

“Have dinner delivered to my home in the next hour. Call my driver and send a bottle of whatever she’s been drinking as well.”

The waiter disappeared into the crowd.

You took a slow breath, trying not to let the thought of Thomas Shelby’s home make you squirm with excitement.

“Can we have a private dinner?” he asked.

“I guess.”

“I’d like to get to know you. All of you. Your pet peeves. Your favorite food. The way you dance.” He paused, watching your expression carefully. “The sounds you make in your sleep. Everything.”

You fought back a smile.

“Well, I guess you should know this. I can’t be bought, and I can’t be wooed by charm or aura or any of that.” You stood, picking up your clutch. “Take me home, and when you think you have the time to give me the date I deserve, we can try this again.”

Thomas stubbed out his cigarette, looking slightly irritated but far more amused.

“You’re going to make me work for it?”

“You should know, I’m a full-time job. Work is expected.”

You stepped closer until you were beside him. Leaning down, your lips barely brushed his ear.“Goodnight, Mr. Shelby. I’ll make my own way home.”

keeping his customers satisfied.

Here are a list of my works. 💕🤭☺️I Hope you enjoy!!!  I feel like there are more!! but here are @ least most of them. (**indicates series) Please just assume they are all NSFW and have smut. 

Ivar The Boneless

Mine **

Game On **

Played **

The Alliance ** Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

Careless**

Concubine Masterlist

No Saviors

The Pact

Shameless

I Had that Dream Again

Mr. Fix It

Banana Pancakes

All the Foul Things (Alex H. Andersen)

I’ve Wanted this for so Long 

Routine

The Library

Admiration I, Admiration II

The Scout: Ivar/Ubbe

First Date, New Years with Ivar

Gratitude I, Gratitude II

Mr. Lothbrok

It was Just a Fling

Modern Ivar on Your Camera Roll

Loaded

Choked up

Dating the Youngest Lothbrok

Explanations Pt. 1

Untamed

All Hail Your New King 

The Devil Wears Lace

Big Dick Energy

Ivar and The Mini Terror

Friends I, Friends II, Friends III, Friends IV, Friends V, 

Kinks [X]

Ubbe Lothbrok

The Arrangement**

Thoughtless**

Gladiator Masterlist

Songbook Book: Friends

Fucking Ubbe

Settling

Anxious

Drunk in Love

Drunkard

Dinner is Ready

Can I have a Taste

House Party I, House Party II

King Ubbe , King Ubbe II

Lazy Day, Wedding Day

Griffenholm Confessionals: Teacher’s Pet

Modern Ubbe on Your Camera Roll

I Think that’s an A

Snow and the Prince

Again

Dirty, Sexy Ubbe

Bet

Bet Pt 2: Ante Up

Halloween with Ubbe 

Sparring

The Punishment

The Spoils of War

Informalities

Maestro Ubbe

Kinks: [X]

Marrying Ubbe 

Onlooker

Disgraced

My Woman

Hvitserk

Bus Trips

The Itch 

Taste Test

Is there Somewhere 

Don’t You Trust Me?

Modern Hvitserk on Your Camera Roll

Kinks: [X]  

Bjorn 

California Dreaming

Too Good at Goodbyes

Bittersweet 

Ragnar:

Bound, Bound II, Bound III

Mandatory

Texting Stories:

Ragnar and Lagertha

Bjorn and Ubbe

Ubbe and Ivar

Ubbe and Hvitserk

HeadCannons: 

Kitchen Nightmares

Walking Dead AU Headcannons

Meet the Daddies

Ragnarssons Proposals

Vacationing with the Ragnarssons

Shopping with The Ragnarssons

Third Wife Headcannon Ragnar

Drabbles and One Shots

The Escort: Harald Finehair  Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

The Splendor of His Works: Heahmund

Is that My Shirt: Sigurd

Is that My Shirt Harald Finehair

What a Beautiful sight Halfdan

Isn’t it Amazing: Harald Finehair 

Moodboards:

Bjorn and The Fire Nymph

Ragnar and the Queen of Fae

Ubbe and the Woodland Goddess

Hvitserk and the Goddess of the Sea

Ivar and the Fallen Angel

Ivar and the Werewolf

Saturday’s with Ivar

Ivar x Bohemian!WoC

Domestic Life with Ubbe

Hvitserk x Albino!Woc

Werewolf Ubbe , Movie Nights with Hvitserk

I Lied (Ivar)

Erik Killmonger

All the Stars

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6

Selfish

Bite

The Aftermath

Guess What

Queen I, Queen II

Humble

Jackets and Shit

Dressing Rooms and Shit

Treehouses

Songbook Series: Erik

Scratch That

Baby Making

All Made Up

Good Guys Break Hearts Too

Firsts Masterlist

Twisted, Twisted II

Mended, Mended II

Incubus

Cheaters

Christmas with Erik

Enough

Panty Thief

T’Challa

Pointless

Stall

When In Morocco

Come Again

Boundaries

Test

Fight

Toxic Series

Escort: Mrs. Davenport

Escort: Soccer Mom

M’Baku

Nirvana,

This Mine Too

Twisted

Just Fishing

Falling Short

Checked

Black Panther Headcannons:

College Life,

Pregnancy and Labor,

Dating,

Erik Dating his Bestie,

BP Men being Jealous,

Wedding Day

Love and Hip Hop: Wakanda

Other

Friends with Okoye

What’s my Name Again: Ryan Coogler

Good Morning: Trevante

Partition: Trevante Rhodes

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MY OTHER WORKS ARE HERE!!! 

Needy, William x black!Reader

Sleepy Sex Headcannons, William x black!Reader

Summary: a Fluffy story about Y/N x Henry Cavill, how they met, and thier huge family life. ❤️ The parts are listed in order and I plan to add more. If you don’t want to read as a series each part can also be read as a stand-alone. The story is continuing as more prompts are requested about Henry and this outlandish family lol🙃 Requests can be submitted HERE. Happy reading loves!!

Abroad

Our Fault

Brigade

Let Them Eat Cake

Coupon