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the art of yearning- pt 1 | jjk (m)

>>pairing: jungkook x reader / dilf!jk x grocery store clerk!oc

>>genre: friends with benefits, smut, angst

>>word count: 15.7k 

>>warnings: dom jk, sub oc, age gap, taekook heart to heart, a lot of self-directed negative thoughts from nari’s father </3, jaykay being a dumb man 😕, jaykay needing everything spelled out for him 🙄, tae to the rescue <3, hobi for comedic relief bc jfc 😭 the YEARNING, guilty jerk sesh lets goooo, lots of memories n fantasies <3, omg slight hinting at jk’s subby era!!, 1 finish followed by many regrets n thoughts ~~

>>notes: part 1 of 2 <3 this part is the post-fight happenings from jk’s pov! i split it up bc as we can see it’s already quite long 🥲 pls dont be mad at me <3 i hope u guys are able to understand jk’s reasoning n thought process a lil more after this !! 

this is part of my dilf jk series that can be found on my masterlist

>>summary: jungkook wants you as much as he misses you.

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Cillian Murphy (Characters) Masterlist

Thomas Shelby

Makeshift Mistletoe- Thomas Shelby x Reader. Thomas finds his wife in the kitchen, and in the absence of mistletoe, he gets creative with a bit of parsley

First Christmas- Thomas Shelby x Reader. Thomas’ gift to Y/n promises that their first Christmas together is only the first of many.

Snow Day- Thomas Shelby x Reader. Thomas and his wife take a walk in their garden after a night of heavy snow fall.

Baby, Please Come Home- Thomas Shelby x Reader. A late night call between Y/n and her estranged husband, Thomas may lead to the start of mending their relationship. Warnings- Angst

Only if Its With You- Thomas Shelby x Reader. Thomas and the reader fantasize about a future where their relationship is more than just an affair.

Tolerate It- Thomas Shelby x Reader. Thomas’ wife feels like her husband becomes more and more of a stranger to her everyday. Warnings- Angst

One More Time- Thomas Shelby x Reader. Thomas hopes for one more night with Y/n after telling her that he's chosen to marry Lizzie after all Warnings- SMUT, Angst

Nobody Moves Me Like You- Thomas Shelby x Reader. Thomas realizes that he doesn't love anyone else the way he loves Y/n. Warnings- Angst with a happy ending.

Lucky- Thomas Shelby x Reader. Set in the 'Only if its With You' Universe. Thomas and Y/n share a sweet, private moment on their wedding night.

Angelica- Thomas Shelby x Reader. Set in the 'Only if its With You' Universe. Y/n receives some news that she's excited to share with Thomas.

The Beauty of a Long Night- Thomas Shelby x Reader. Set in the 'Only if its With You' Universe. Y/n and Thomas spend their first moments with their newborn daughter, Angelica.

Is That Alright?- Thomas Shelby x Reader. After years together, an evening spent at Thomas' office leads to something Y/n has been waiting for.

Satisfied- Thomas Shelby x Reader. Even with riches at their reach and the people they ones loved at their side, Thomas and Y/n are never satisfied. Warnings- Angst

Gone- Thomas Shelby x Unnamed OFC (can be read as reader insert). Thomas visits his wife and shares everything everything he's been holding onto, even if she's long gone. Warnings- Angst

Undisclosed- Thomas Shelby x Reader. Y/n's secret kept from her husband ends in tragedy. Warnings- Angst, mentions of gun, descriptions of gunshot, miscarriage.

The Girl at the Factory- Thomas Shelby x Unnamed OFC (can be read as reader insert). On a stormy night spent drinking, Thomas has a strange encounter with a mysterious woman.

The Secretary- Thomas Shelby x Reader. Y/n knows that she's Mr. Shelby's favorite employee, and she always does her best to keep it that way. Warnings- SMUT/NSFW, oral sex (fem receiving), brief mentions of vaginal fingering, infidelity, brief use degrading language, abuse of power(?)

Wrapped Around Your Finger- Professor!Thomas Shelby x Student!Reader. Inspired by Wrapped Around Your Finger- The Police After months of wondering if her attraction to Professor Shelby is mutual, Y/n takes some initiative during one of their private tutoring sessions. Warnings- SMUT/NSFW, student/professor sexual relationship, slight power play, vaginal fingering.

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Mr. Gallagher and Me- Jim x Reader. Professor!Jim AU. Five years after his divorce, Jim, now a lecturer at Trinity College Dublin, meets Y/n, a new T.A, pursuing her master's degree under his supervision. When tensions rise between the two, they find themselves caught up in a relationship that everyone else may deem unsavory. Playlist Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11

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Reckless-Thomas Shelby x OFC (Sara Mosley). When Thomas meets the mysterious Sara Mosley at a ballet party, a forbidden attraction ensues, even if he knows he shouldn’t trust the woman with the devil’s last name. (Series)

Ghosts of Christmas- Thomas Shelby x OFC (Charlotte Shelby). A fight with his wife on Christmas Eve leads to Thomas being visited by the ghosts of Christmas. (Mini Series) Completed.

The First Move- Rpf. Cillian Murphy x Reader. Cillian is nervous about asking out his friend and costar, Y/n. (Oneshot)

Like Night and Day- Thomas Shelby x OFCs (Vivian and Annalise Graham). At a party thrown by their father, Thomas meets Vivian, a young socialite who’s being pressured to marry and her younger sister, Annalise. When the girls’ father suggest a marriage to join their companies, Thomas must chose between the sister he truly loves and the one he’s proposed to.

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Wrapped Around Your Finger

Professor!Thomas Shelby x Student!Reader

A/n-Inspired by Wrapped Around Your Finger-The Police. I have very minimal experience with university level math so don't even try to figure out what they're doing, I don't know either.

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Warnings-NSFW/SMUT, infidelity, student/teacher sexual relationship, mentions of power play, vaginal fingering.

“Do you understand?” The professor probed. They were both standing at his desk, where several pages of handwritten equations, notes and diagrams littered the varnished oak surface. Dropping the pen on a page featuring a complicated calculations in his messy scrawl Thomas slipped his ink stained hands into the pockets of his navy trousers, glancing towards her, awaiting a response. 

Y/n hesitated, before responding with a subtle nod. “So I’m supposed to…simplify to find K and then multiply K by L?" Quickly, she did the calculations, "That means X would be……seven twenty five?" She offered unsteadily, almost completely sure of her ability to understand what they’d just gone over but still eager to have her final scraps of self doubt chased off. 

“Yes,” Thomas hissed softly, “Very good,” he added, his praise sounding almost apathetic, but Y/n didn’t take it personally; he was like that with almost everyone. Almost; sometimes, she thought got to see a different side of him. A softer, more personable side that might have been reserved for private moments, that he sometimes shared when they were together. 

“We can stop here,” he sighed, pulling his round-framed glasses off, holding onto one of the wirey handles, “Or we can go over putting these calculations into diagrams.” Thomas seemed hopeful as he extended the offer and his subtle eagerness to be around her was one of the things that differentiated his interactions with her from the ones he had with his other students. He always seemed short-tempered and employed harsh criticism when he worked with them, but with her, he was…..quieter; still frosty, but never mean. There were other noticeable differences, but most times, Y/n tried to not think about them, the last thing she wanted was to lead herself on. “I would love to,” she really would, he seemed to enjoy spending time with her and Y/n couldn’t say truthfully that she didn’t feel the same, but the face of her dainty French diamond watch said that it was just after six and she wasn’t sure if it would be safe for her to walk back to her flat unescorted after dark. “But its already so late.”

“Its only six,” Thomas shrugged, moving away from his desk, heading towards the liquor selection at the corner of his office. She knew, primarily from acting as his unofficial assistant during that semester and from their private sessions, that he routinely had a couple glasses of whiskey in the evening. Most times, instead of offering her one, he usually just poured an extra one and brought it over. “I can drive you home, if you want,” he offered nonchalantly, setting her glass down on a cleared spot amongst the papers. “Cigarette?” he fished a couple out of a little silver case in his breast pocket. 

“Are you sure that’s appropriate?” Y/n probed, relieving him of a slender, paper cylinder and perching it between her lips as he collected a silver lighter from another pocket.

“No one would know,” Thomas shrugged again, bringing the flame to the tip of her cigarette. 

“I wouldn’t want you to go out of your way,” Y/n blew a stream of pale blue, minty smoke from a slit made by her rosy lips as she held the cigarette between her middle and pointer fingers.

“I want to, wouldn’t be outta my way,” he countered casually in this attractively thick Burmmie accent, drawing in an extended sip as he half sat on his desk, one foot still planted firmly on the checkered floor, “I’d just have to call home,” he said, a sudden weight descending on his tone and absently, Y/n glanced at the gold band encircled around the professor’s ring finger. Her heart drop a little; she hated that ring, it was a constant reminder that he wasn’t hers to admire. 

“Your wife will be worried?” She tilted her head curiously as she leaned her hip against his desk. If it weren’t for the pesky ring, one might have assumed that Mrs. Shelby didn’t exist at all, there weren’t any photographs of her in his office, even if there was one of his children, a boy and a girl, situated on his desk. He never talked about her either.

His shoulders and chest shook in a dry, sarcastic chuckle, “No, but she will throw my fuckin' clothes in the fire.”

Y/n sucked in a surprised breath, eyes going wide, “Well I wouldn't want you to get in trouble.”

“I’m always in trouble,” he smiled, faint and wickedly, “Do you want to stay or not?” Thomas’ gorgeous  blue gaze met her eyes, willing a response out of her. 

Despite what she’d just heard, and knowing what people would think if they saw her getting into her professor's car, Y/n was as tightly wound around Thomas’ finger as the wedding band put there by another woman; “I’d love to.”

She could have sworn he smiled again, but the expression faded so quickly that she wasn’t sure. “Good,” setting his glass down and he pushed off the desk, “You’re smart, the diagrams won’t be that hard,” Thomas shuffled closer and Y/n’s breath hitched audibly when he rested his hand on the center of her back. Quickly, he snuffed out the cigarette in a crystal ashtray, and when he leaned over to collect a pencil, the hand on her back slid a little lower, “I’ll do the first one.”

Y/n glanced at Thomas, pulling in her lower lip at the sight of his profile; sharp and remarkably handsome. She couldn’t count how many times she’d laid in bed at night before falling asleep, and sometimes even during class while he was teaching, fantasizing about him; how his hands, dried out from using chalk so often, would feel as they traced her naked curves, the taste of his liquor stained lips and the weight of him on top of her. 

When his hand deserted the small of her back so he could properly draw the diagram, Y/n tried to hide her disappointment and pay attention. As usual, he made it look significantly easier than it was, and she figured that his fluidity came from twenty plus years worth of practice and the fact that he was one of the Mathematics department’s best professors- anyone who enrolled there with the intention of reading for a Math degree hoped to have at least one course with Professor Shelby, he was the best of the best. That was why she was so lucky that he’d offered to tutor her privately, there weren’t many women in her class-it was still very difficult for women to get into traditionally male programs, especially at such a prestigious university- and Thomas had made it exceedingly clear at the beginning of the semester that he did not do individual sessions. 

Two weeks later, he’d pulled her aside and said if she were interested, he would be happy to give her a few hours in the evening three times a week- he’d said it was because he thought she had the potential to do remarkable things, Y/n had wished that there was more behind his intention. 

“Try one,” Thomas interrupted her thoughts, and Y/n realized that she hadn’t been paying attention. Still, she put out her dwindling smoke and took the pencil when he offered it, giving his diagram a long, hard look before shifting her gaze. They’d never done that in class before, Thomas had already gone beyond the syllabus with her, and because her mind had strayed so far during his demonstration, she was completely lost; all she had was his example without explanation. But she didn’t want to annoy him, so instead of telling him that she had no clue on what she was doing, Y/n gave it a shot. 

Well, tried to.

“Not like that,” Thomas intervened after she drew the first line, “Here,” he rasped, stepping closer, “I’ll show you.” Expecting Thomas to reclaim the pencil, she gasped when reached behind her, draping his arm across her back so he could put his hand over hers.

His palm was rough against the back of her hand, his chest was pressed to her back and she could feel his breath fan the side of her face as he went over every step. Y/n was also acutely aware of one of his feet positioned between hers, keeping her legs slightly separated. To anyone walking into the room, it would look significantly worse than it would if he'd been caught driving her home. 

Thankfully he always kept the door locked during their sessions and they were also rarely bothered- despite being one of the department’s main attractions, it was no secret that Professor Shelby’s behavior had resulted in most being very scared of him. Y/n though had spent enough time with him to become accustomed to his brash nature; she’d actually found that it was part of his charm. 

“Do you understand?” He asked when they were done, his hold on her hand loosening while he rested the other on the lip of his desk as she dropped the ruler they were using. He’d effectively boxed her in and Y/n was quickly losing her ability to think civil, coherent thoughts. 

“Uh….” A shuddered exhale seeped off her slightly agape lips, “Yes,” she managed, angling her head awkwardly so she could see his face. She’d meant to meet his eyes, but fell short when her gaze instead flicked to his lips. “Thank you."

“‘Course,” Thomas breathed, and Y/n’s eyes were still fixed on his lips. She was hoping he would kiss her and couldn’t accurately count how many times she’d wondered how it would happen if it ever had to; would he push her up against the chalkboard while she helped him pack up or catch her in an empty hallway? 

Perhaps right that very minute?

Briefly she met his gaze she found that there was a dark glint there, though Thomas didn’t seem particularly intent on doing anything about it. Trying to keep her anticipation at bay, she spared him a couple more seconds and then, just as she thought he was going to step back and look away, Y/n leaned upwards on her toes and boldly pressed her lips to his. 

Shocked, Thomas stiffened and removed his touch, he didn’t even kiss her back. “You’re one to talk about what’s inappropriate,” he huffed dryly upon pulling his head back to search her eyes, “You don’t want’ta do this,” He warned, pocketing his hands as Y/n turned, so her chest would be no more than a couple inches away from his. 

“I do,” she protested firmly, gripping the edge of his desk as she leaned on it, pressing her knees  into his thighs, “Don’t you?” She enticed. 

Thomas licked his lips, “You’re young and stupid-”

“I thought you said I was smart?” She teased with a pout, pausing for a minute to think about her next words. “I see the way you look at me,” Y/n had never been the most forward person, and her mother often reminded her that it wasn’t becoming of a young woman to act provocatively, but Thomas wasn’t being much help and she was tired of hoping and waiting. “Is it your wife?” She questioned. 

“No,”  casually, he shook his head. 

“Afraid we’ll get caught?” Y/n furrowed her brows. 

“No,” was all he offered once more, that time, his lashes flitted and she caught the way he appraised her body appreciatively before meeting her eyes again. 

“Then I’ve been mistaken,” she tipped her chin indignantly, not believing that one for a minute. 

He raised his brows and smirked, “No,” he briefly scrunched his nose and pursed his lips and Y/n huffed, ducking her head. “Shy already, eh?” He taunted. 

Lifting her head, Y/n scoffed, pushing off the desk in favor of draping herself on his chest and looming her arms around his neck. “No,” she jeered quietly, “But I’m sure you’d like that; you want me shy and sweet and stupid.”

“I would,” Thomas admitted in a low tone, finally reacting; his hands slowly slipped out of his pockets, landing on her waist so he could curl his fingers into the powder blue fabric of simple dress. 

Y/n hummed, “Too bad.” Arching upwards, she planted her mouth on his again. When they’d started their tutoring session earlier, he’d taken his jacket off and rolled his sleeves up to his elbows, affording Y/n the opportunity to skim his forearms before letting her hands settle on his firm biceps. His grip on her waist tightened and he responded eagerly to her feverish kiss, battling for control. 

But he’d lost his opportunity- he had his chance and he was going to let her go. 

He was stronger, but still gave in when she pushed him, stumbling backwards as she walked blindly, their lips still locked. As they moved, Thomas’ hands glided from her waist to roughly cup her ass, and she could feel the heat of his large, rough hands through the fabric of her dress and the fine silk of her knickers. Her fingers trailed downwards, fumbling with the button and zipper of his trousers shoving them, along with his boxers, down a little. 

Pushing her off a little, Thomas pounced at the pretty buttons holding the top of her dress closed. His fingers worked far more fluidly than hers had, easily undoing the line of buttons that ran down her left breast to her waist, before pushing the dress off at the shoulders, revealing her gray, silk undergarments. As he pulled her close again, Y/n absently kicked her dress while pushing off his waist coat, letting it crumple to the floor so she could wrap his striped tie around her fist to tug him closer.

Kneading her ample hips, Thomas inched her knickers down, the roughness of his fingers contrasting with the delicate, lace trim. As they eventually slid down her exposed legs, his hands roamed the newly exposed skin, the stark coldness of his wedding band reminding Y/n of how out of line she’d been in seducing him. Still, guilt was the last thing she felt- it was actually quite empowering in some twisted way; despite having a wife, Thomas was locked office with her. He’d been lusting after her, she didn’t care for love, not in that moment, all Y/n wanted was triumph. And him. 

Kissing him hungrily, they stumbled towards his chair, and after his pants and boxers had fallen to his knees, she lightly pushed against his chest, urging him to sit. Thomas was barely afforded a moment to admire Y/n in her scantily clad form before she clamored into his lap, his hands easily taking her waist to guide her positioning. “Am I your favorite?” Y/n inquired headily as she slowed down, undoing his tie before getting started on opening his light blue dress shirt. 

“My favorite?” he hummed, pressing searing pecks to the column of her neck. 

“Favorite student,” she kissed the side of his head as he continued down her neck, “Favorite thing to look at,” her voice dropped melodically and when Thomas tugged on the ribbon of her bra, allowing it to fall between them so he could grab her breasts, Y/n drew in a sharp breath, “Favorite person to touch.” 

“Yes,” he hissed, nipping at the smooth skin near her collarbone. His hands roved her back, their warmth and calluses sending shivers up her spine. “I fuckin’ love looking at you, thinking of you-”

“Thinking of me how?” She elicited, arching towards his chest when Thomas dropped his head lower, kissing and nipping at the swell of her breasts.

“Like this,” he mumbled, suddenly reaching between her thighs so his fingers could invade her soaked folds and graze her swollen nub. The hint of contact made her shiver excitedly and just the tip of his fingertips on her throbbing bundle of nerves was enough to double her arousal.

When two of his fingers slid into her tight entrance, Y/n’s jaw hung slack and her mind slowly became less of her own, much to Thomas’ amusement. “Look at you, eh,” he mumbled, face still pressed into the valley of her pert breasts, “I bet I could make you come around my fingers, like a fuckin’ whore.” 

A pitched yelp and nails curling into his broad shoulders acted as Y/n’s only response. “What do you think, hm?” He pumped rhythmically, “You come ‘ere for me to teach you, so why don’t I teach you somethin’, eh?” Vaguely, she was aware of Thomas pulling his head back a little so he could admire her wanton expression; unfocused eyes, mouth agape and lips quivering. 

“Uh…teach me…..what?” She fumbled out, unable to coherently articulate her thoughts.

Thomas didn’t respond immediately, instead kissing the hollow of her throat before offering with a smirk, “About why young, stupid girls should respect their teachers.” As the words fell off his lips, Thomas slowed his pace, prompting Y/n to whine frustratedly. 

“Please….” Y/n begged, trying to stir some friction, only to be stopped by Thomas grabbing one of her hips to hold her in place. 

“I don’t think you’ve learned your lesson yet.”  His fingers moved to make a ‘v’ around her cilt, and as he rubbed up and down, he pressed his thumb into her mound extracting a pattern of audible, ragged breaths. “You’re a quick study though,” he praised, pressing his mouth to the warm skin behind her ear and sucking a dark bruise into the skin there.

Her hands slid from his shoulders, palms spreading on his back. “Pro…..professor….” She crooned huskily, heavy breaths mellowing to a sharp whine when his fingers gravitated to her core once more, curling erotically inside her. In her shoes, Y/n’s toes clenched in and she melted against him, feeling herself inch closer to climax. All it took after that was Thomas quickening the pace of his ministrations for euphoria to come crashing down on her, pushing a ragged cry off her lips and hastening her heartbeat erratically while her walls pulsated around his thick fingers. “Oh, professor!” Y/n’s depraved moans ricocheted off the walls, undoubtedly loud enough for anyone walking by to hear.  

As her explosive high settled to a pleasurably electric buzz, Y/n’s quick breaths waned into longer, slower ones and her vision refocused. An airy smile tugged at her lips as she relaxed into his lap, just in time to catch Thomas  bringing his fingers to his own lips, cleaning them of her juices before hungrily pressing his mouth to hers, the salty taste of herself lingering on his tongue as it slipped past the barrier of her teeth.

“Would you like to see what I’ve learnt, professor?” Her sultry words melted onto his lips as their mouths worked in tandem. Not awaiting his response, Y/n teased him, her slik, drenched slit grazing the very tip of his hardened member. 

A sharp exhale broke off his lips, pouring into her mouth and involuntarily, he bucked his hips. In anticipation, Y/n raised herself a bit higher, so he wouldn’t achieve the contact he’d sought. Frustrated, Thomas groaned throatily and Y/n smiled faintly, “Quick study, remember?” Even if she was desperate to feel him, she wanted to taunt Thomas the way he’d taunted her, make him wait the way she had. 

Thomas huffed, flashing a brief, breathless grin, “I remember,” he pulled away slightly to drag his thumb along her lower lip, “Show me what you’ve learned then, sweetheart.” Sweetheart, the way he said it sent shivers up her spin in the best of ways. 

Flicking her tongue against his thumb, Y/n laughed softly, “With pleasure….professor,” rasping the word, Y/n angled her hips and sank down on his erection, a hollow moan vacating her throat as she lolled her head back.

“Fuck sweetheart,” Thomas drawled, grip on her hips going so tight it might have left more bruises. He filled her up perfectly; girth stretching her to the point of the most delicious burn, length reaching so deeply that Y/n could barely think straight and bulging veins excitingly rough against her still sensitive walls

Clinging to him to steady herself, she stirred her hips, igniting a leisurely pace; fast enough to rouse salacious friction but slow enough to make them both desperate for more. “Professor,” she heaved as her own name left Thomas’ lips in a lewd praise. 

“Faster,” he urged harshly, trailing hot, open mouthed kisses along her jaw and down her neck, jerking his pelvis to match her pace. When Y/n circled her hips sensuously Thomas tugged her silken skin between his teeth to suppress a low moan. “Fuckin’....” He gritted into her skin, one hand rounding her waist so he could flatten his hand on her lower back when the rhythmic roll of her hips finally grew faster. 

Eagerly seeking release, Thomas thrust faster, the force eliciting sinful yelps from Y/n. His hand stationed at her side journeyed upwards to grope one of her swollen breasts, his thumb pressing into her pebbled nipple. “I need to feel you,” he managed through clenched teeth. 

Y/n’s response was incoherent, but her pace stuttered as she felt her legs start stiffening again. In an instant, she was quaking around Thomas, bright colors dancing on her lids as intoxicating ecstasy washed over her for a second time. “Open your fuckin’ eyes,” Thomas barked, length twitching between her thighs as his release joined hers, “I want….to see you,” he strained. 

Her lashes fluttered open at his harshly delivered order and simultaneously, Y/n’s jaw fell slack. The combination of their climaxes seemed to multiply the gratification, making it feel almost otherworldly. His veins throbbing against her heat and his product drenching her core while her walls contracted, cocooning him tightly as stickly warm made their thighs slick. They tried to ride out their mutual highs, his rigid pace clashing headily with her slowing one. “God….fuck!” She cried, clutching his nape and consequently pressing his face into her breasts. 

As they slowed to a halt, Y/n and Thomas breathed heavily, and she finally registered that his office had started going dark- the sun had almost completely set and they hadn’t turned on any lights while working earlier. It must have been well past seven by then. With a pronounced wince, Y/n detached herself from Thomas, though still lingering in his lap, simply shifting so she could relax against his chest. He was slouched into the chair and her legs were draped horizontally across his bare thighs, while her shoulder was wedged comfortably between his arm and ribs. Just as they settled into the new, surprisingly amorous position, Thomas casually pressed his palm to the side of Y/n’s head, wordlessly urging her to rest it in the crook of his neck. 

“I think this may have been our most productive session yet, Professor Shelby,” Y/n noted with girlish mirth.

Thomas hummed and she could have sworn that she heard the glimmer of a smile that spread on his cheeks, “It might have been,” he agreed softly, then bending awkwardly to press his lips to her hair, “Tomorrow after class, we should have another.”

Despite her earlier confidence, the firmness in his tone sparked an undeniable warmth in her face that spread to her ears and chest, “I would like that,” she offered softly, absently tracing the rising sun tattoo on the left side of his chest, “I look forward to……learning from you, professor,” Y/n’s tone dropped seductively at the word, finding that she quite enjoyed the sound of it. 

“Mhm,” Thomas hummed lowly, “I look forward to teaching you, sweetheart.”

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Life After You

They Shall Not Grow Old (AO3 only)

The Future We Lost And Found (AO3 only)

Peaky Blinders

Tommy Shelby

The Highest Price - Part 2 - Alternative Ending

On A Gathering Storm

Hate To Love You

Will I Have To Say Goodbye

The Destiny We Didn’t Choose 

For This Love - Part 2

A Little Slip (Dad!Tommy)

What Could Have Been

John Shelby

Saviour

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A Piece Of Me

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Girls and Guns

The Last Song

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Different Is Okay

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All We Have Is Each Other

No One Left

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The Shelby Way Pt 1. - Pt. 2 - Pt. 3 - Pt. 4 - Pt. 5

The One You Never Knew

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What Could Have Been || Tommy Shelby x Reader

Summary: Love is not enough. Not even for soulmates.

Word Count: 4270

Warnings: Angst, no proof reading

Author’s note: Nothing to see here, move foward to the reading. Enjoy!

Ever since you were ten years old, everyone around you commented on the same thing. 

You would marry the boy next door. Tommy Shelby. 

He had been your playmate since the most tender infancy, being born one day after the other, you being the oldest of the pair, which you would use against him every time you had the chance. 

He had treated you like another mate, despite being the only girl of the Watery Lane’s rascals gang. He taught you to climb trees, shoot rats with a slingshot and whistle different tunes to attract birds. You taught him how to feed said birds from his hand and to steal sweets and fruits from the market’s stands while you distracted the owners.

Everyone down Watery Lane noticed the special connection you two seemed to share. While some neighbours advised your mother that boys and girls should not mix up, for fear of spoiling your upbringing and reputation, others smirked for themselves and augured a future where you two shared a house down the road and half a dozen children swarming around you.

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A Shelby Mistress - Masterlist (Complete)

Summary: A plan is made. A deal is struck....and you are unable to escape the consequences. Then Thomas Shelby intervenes and you are left wondering if you should be grateful or concerned. You never know when it comes to the Shelbys. 

Series Warnings: Language, mentions of canon-typical violence, smut (18+ only), Tommy being emotionally constipated yet soft, brief domestic violence, Polly is queen, fluff and humor.

Word count: 20k

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Before I Leave You (Masterlist)

(Omegaverse au, Mafia au, Bts x Reader)

Summary: Someone always has to leave first; They just didn’t expect Yoongi to come back with a new omega (who’s clearly been through some shit).

Pairing: Beta! Yoongi, Omega! Reader, Omega! Jungkook, Omega! Seokjin, Alpha! Namjoon, Alpha! Hoseok, Alpha! Taehyung, Alpha! Jimin,

Tags: Polyamory, groupsex, sexual and non-sexual Dom/sub undertones, heat sex, praise kink, brief humiliation, Spanking, knotting, breeding kink, emotional abuse, physical abuse, forced mating marks, graphic murder scenes, negative self-talk, self-esteem issues, non-verbal characters, abandonment, PTSD, hurt/comfort, gluttonous fluff, agoraphobia, implied/referenced self-harm, suicidal thoughts and brief desperate suicide attempt, unreliable narrators. Gender dysphoria, transgender characters, internalized transphobia, internalized misogyny, unintended outings, epilepsy, slowish-burn,  

W/c: 200k+  

A/n: long time no see~ this is what I’ve been working on for the last few months! I hope everyone will like it. Updates will be once a week on fridays or Saturdays at 5pm EST. This will also be cross posted on Archive of our own. The M/c won’t appear until part two! 

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Extra content: Honey cake Recipe 

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Prologue: The Beta 

Summary: The pre-story is as sweet as honey and as simple as every other love story. Namjoon’s pack falls together before it falls apart. 

Part One: Sweet Regret  

Summary: Yoongi Disappears- leaving behind a shattered pack. 8 months later Jimin finds Yoongi in an H-mart of all places. 

Part Two: The Don  

Summary: On the worst days, Yoongi is judge, jury, and executioner. But he judges you and finds you worthy of protecting (and loving too).

Part Three: The Gala 

Summary: Yoongi tries to steal you away, Geumjae takes something instead. 

Part Four: If I’ve Got You 

Summary: Yoongi makes his choice. 

Part Five: An Unlikely Enemy 

Summary: Namjoon’s pack reunites with Yoongi. With some…unexpected results.

Part Six: Stupid Instincts

Summary: it takes three visits for you to trust Jimin. 

Part Seven: Yoongi’s Worst Fear 

Summary: it’s easy to forget that your bond is still new, but luckily, the pack is there to fill the gaps. 

Part Eight: Seokjin’s Secret

Summary: Everything takes a little getting used to. Namjoon’s a little in love already.

Part Nine: Aura  

Summary: Oh Jungkookie 

Part 10: Blame Me For it

summary: you couldn’t expect everyone to love you instantly, but still- yoongi kind of hoped.

Part 11: Before I Love You 

Summary: what is love other than a particular kind of envy? Hoseok envys you in more ways than one. 

Part 12: Civil Midnight 

Summary: A love story that starts with a train ticket, an old jean jacket, and a cup of shitty coffee.

Part 13: Moving Day 

Summary: Namjoon has royally fucked up, luckily the pack has a place to go. “what if this is a bad idea hyung?” 

Part 14: Like a Sigh 

Summary: Seokjin isn’t ready to forgive namjoon just yet, luckily he has you and yoongi to turn to for some good old omegan comfort (ie: cuddling)

Part 15: The many Shades of Kim Taehyung: Celedon Green

Summary: Tae is at one moment, overcome with fear and longing, “Get out! don’t look! please! i don’t want you to see me!”

Part 16: The many Shades of Kim Taehyung: Babygirl Pink

Summary: A secret for a secret is exchanged. “You’re so pretty Tae.” 

Part 17: Just a little Nip

Summary: Things are often clearer the day after, but if anything Taehyung only feels more confused about where she stands with you.

Part 18: Mine, mine, mine

Summary: Tae’s rut hits and hits hard, luckily the pack is there to soften its blow.

Part 19: Honey bunny 

Summary: discussions about your past cause some troubling facts to come to light, but amidst the sadness- there is also love.

Part 20: No Sinners

Summary: try as you might, you just cant get the idea of those sex-toy boxes out of your head.

Part 21: No Saints 

Summary: The thing about Jimin is that he’s a little bit of a psycho

Part 22: Playing Dead 

Summary: After finding you in such a compromising position, the pack has their questions (and a few confessions)

Part 23: Heart shaped Hickey’s 

Summary: you don’t know what you expected this discussion to look like, but Jungkook dumping his sex toy collection in the middle of the nest definitly isn’t it. 

Part 24: Cynosure 

Summary: if Yoongi could comment “first” on your pussy’s yelp review, he would. (he’d also rate it 10/5 starts, because whatever he expected- it’s twice as good.)

Part 25: Just Try 

Summary: You hate hospitals.

Part 26: Mommy issues 

Summary: getting drunk with Tae is a TERRIBLE idea, but it does lead to some surprising developments.

Part 27: The Dregs of the Midnight Coffee club 

Summary: A trip to a local diner at midnight prompts you and Hoseok to confront your budding friendship.

Part 28: Collars 

Summary: Since you’re officially on the way to getting better, namjoon and Jin see no reason why they cant give you what they’ve promised; an intimate look into their sex life- with Yoongi’s supervision of course.

Part 29: Jimin’s second secret 

Summary: Like a criminal undercover~

Part 30: Bubbles 

Summary: As Jimin and Taehyung’s date grows closer and closer, you’re confronted with one fact; you have nothing to wear.

Part 31: Strawberry Soda (COMING SOON)

Summary: Taehyung thinks that girl dates are better than regular ones, but she could just be biased because it’s a date with you. 

Part 32: big friends, small spaces

summary: your first time with namjoon is as much of a failure as it is a seucess. and oh…poor yoongi

Part 33: You kiss Like poetry (and love like a euology)

summary: your date with jimin and tae goes as well as you can expect it, certain events prompt seokjin to make an decision

Part 34: found at sea

Summary: Hobi isn’t courting you, won’t court you but, he picks up a small peice of sea glass “here, found one” 

Part 35: Noodle

summary: vmin couldn’t be the only one to take you on a date, although the pack alpha is intent on yours being a more private affair. 

A Shelby Mistress - Part 4

Here it is, lovelies! The final part! A huge thank you again to everyone who has liked/commented/reblogged this story. Y’all are the best! Let me know what you think about the ending! 

Words: 3800

Warnings: some swearing, smut(ish), fluff, Aunt Polly is a gem (and no one can convince me otherwise)

Tag List: @geekandbooknerd​ @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie​ @webreathfandoms​ @slytherinicequeen​ @20th-centu-fairy-girl​ @kasaikawa​ @namelesslosers​

Catch up here -> Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

The walk down Watery Lane was as familiar once again as the way to your own home, possibly even more so. 

Pushing open the door to the betting shop, the sounds and smells assaulted you, bringing a smile to your face. That sharp scent of whiskey and smoke, now tinged with male sweat, was the first for you to notice. Then the sounds of people yelling numbers and calling bets came next. The upcoming weekend held a race at Cheltenham, so people were already trickling in to place their bets. You knew that come Friday, the betting shop would be swamped with people fresh from receiving their paychecks and ready to gamble it away. 

Over the past eight months you found yourself coming to Watery Lane more and more often. On your days off of work, Polly had convinced you to come have tea and lunch with her, so the two of you could chat. Other days, you would swing by to drop off a stew or cake you made, much to everyone’s enthusiasm.  

Somehow your life had become further entwined with the Shelby family as each month passed. A fact you did not mind. If anything, they had begun to feel like extended family, welcoming you and your sisters with open arms. 

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long way home masterlist | jjk

pairing: dilf!jk x best friend!reader

genre: single dad jk, friends to lovers, angst

summary: jungkook's life makes an 180 degree turn when he's suddenly a single dad and while you're trying to help him come accustomed to the new circumstances, your long-standing friendship takes new turns as well.

part 01: cockblock

the one where you babysit jungkook's baby and somehow let the night end up with being a cockblock for him.

part 02: promises

the one where jungkook breaks his promise for the first time.

part 03: drunken confessions

the one where you had a little too much to drink and, oops, your lips are pressed against someone else's.

part 04: oh, you mean the babysitter?

the one where jungkook fucks up.

part 05: girlfriends and boyfriends flashback_01_

the one where you think calling jungkook will make you stop missing him but it actually worsens the ache in your heart.

part 06: apologies and excuses

the one where jungkook tries to apologise for his behaviour.

part 07: first time

the one where jungkook has to deal with your rejection for the first time.

part 08: the night i lost hope flashback_02_

the one where you're drunk and ask jungkook a question and he unknowingly crushes all your hopes with his answer.

part 09: birthday surprise(s)

the one where jungkook wants to surprise you on your birthday but then he gets surprised with a half naked jimin in your apartment.

part 10: best friends

the one where you're reminded why you love jungkook so much.

part 11: needing him flashback_03_

the one where you're absolutely broken and there's only jungkook you need.

part 12: weird behaviour

the one where jungkook is acting weird but you can't tell why.

part 13: little bear

the one where you miss nabi.

part 14: needing her flashback_04_

the one where jungkook is absolutely helpless and there's only you he needs.

part 15: concerned granny

the one where even the grannies in the coffee shop start missing jungkook.

part 16: unwanted guests

the one where jungkook proves to you that he's always there for you when you need him.

part 17: betrayal

the one where you're not enough for jungkook.

part 18:

part 19:

part 20:

part 21:

part 22:

part 23:

part 24:

part 25:

part 26:

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drabbles:

• baby

jungkook calling you "baby" for the first time.

• mummy milkers

you taking care of nabi.

• can u give me a hickey?

you asking jungkook for a hickey.

↬ your mum's reaction to the hickey

• fake mama

jungkook pretending you're nabi's mum in front of a stranger.

• first meeting

jungkook meeting nabi for the first time.

• why are ur cheeks so red?

you making jungkook flustered.

• jk's spa salon's special treatment

jungkook helping you to relax.

• can i cuddle u?

your first sleepover at jungkook's place.

• tummy hurt

jungkook comforting you during your period.

Before I Leave You (Pt. 26)

(Omegaverse au, Mafia au, Bts x Reader)

Summary: Getting wine drunk with Tae causes several problems and countless discoveries. But after the week you’ve had- you deserve to let loose a little.

Tags: themes of recovery, relapses, discussions of anorexia, brief bulimia mention, vomiting not specific to bulimia, non-verbal characters, non-verbal episodes, alcohol, drunk conversations about kinks, discussions of past underaged virginity loss, drunk sex, conversations about consent, kink discovery, mommy kink, mentioned collar kink, voyeurism, cuteness kink, Dom/sub undertones, Trans characters, mentioned dysphoria, Trans taehyung, Mommy Dom Tae, Submissive reader, non-sexual dominance, fluff, courting gifts, hurt/comfort,

W/c: 13.5k

A/n: two different people vomit in this chapter, this is your warning for that, it builds on a few of the angsty themes and im not saying the end isn’t funny but to me it is. i really liked exploring not only the tae m/c dynamic in this chapter but also the hobi m/c one! they are very quietly becoming friends and i think this is the first chapter where the affection is really aparent. 

Previous Chapter - Masterlist

Your first courting present comes a few days after the hospital in the form of an unassuming brown paper bag. Stamped with little flowers and a neat pink sticker that reads ‘Stella’s luxury omega emporium’ on the front and tied with a pretty purple ribbon. 

A perfect batch of love lined with sparkly rose-scented paper just for you, much like the cheeks of the pack alpha that had presented them to you. His large hands holding the bag so gently, chin tipped down but watching you- like he’s waiting for some reaction. 

No one ever said that Namjoon wasn’t shy, wasn’t stuttery like a schoolboy presenting a confession even though he’s already told you he loves you. But it’s endearing to be reminded of it, his shoulders pinned to his ears as he stammers through an explanation. 

You’re tucked into the hallway outside your respective bedrooms where he’d cornered you after getting back from work. Private but only for the distance between you and the kitchen where Yoongi shouts about someone putting their flour-covered hands on his ass (not that he’s really upset about that anyway, but afternoon teasing is one of his favorite hobbies). You’re unable to resist your curiosity and anticipation, pulling the gift from the delicate crepe paper confines.

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Linked by fate

A series of oneshot scernarios of the eight wolves who where linked by fate.

Memory Sheet

Introduction Kindergarten Shifting Snowflakes 

Involuntarium Invidia Rain

Werewolf AU

the lion the witch and the wardrobe + letterboxd reviews

Mie, after the recent episode I’m in need of healing…And the cure would be some headcanons about porco pretty please 🥺❤️

I want to make it abundantly clear that Porco is, in fact, my boyfriend, and I love him very, very dearly. He’s so sexy for no reason lmfao it's kind of ridiculous. Anyway, here are some thoughts about him <3

sfw

He’s a Starbucks slut. He won’t admit it, but he is. Uses your name for the order to keep it all under wraps, but he’s a whore for it. He’s there a minimum of five days per week, and he is very particular about the standards of his drinks.

Pretends not to care about anything, but cares about everything pls. He’s good at the nonchalance act, even better at sarcasm and masking everything behind it, but the truth is Porco cares a lot. Especially about you.

Sure, he’s an asshole, teases you to no end, pushes you onto the couch and walks away laughing, smushes your face with his palm to throw you off balance, tells you there’s a bug on you just to watch you freak out… but he also opens every door for you, encourages you to tell him about your problems, buys you food even when you say you’re not hungry. He’s a good boyfriend, alright, even if his methods of affection aren’t so… traditional.

He loves to make fun of you, will literally point and laugh sometimes, but he’s not gonna let anybody else do that. He gets to laugh at you because he loves you and would kill a man for you; nobody else is doing that shit, so nobody else is making fun of you while he’s around.

He’s a car guy, and is very particular about his car maintenance; which is why he does it all himself. So, expect at least one Saturday out of your month to be booked just watching Porco clean and detail his car; and yes, you’re booked too because he drags you by the collar, sits you on a fold-out beach chair, and tells you to, “Sit there and do your assignments, or fix your little animal villager island.”

(Quality time is one of his love languages, he just won’t admit it. In fact, if you asked him about love languages, he’d scrunch up his face because, “What the fuck do they mean by that? Can’t a dude just say ‘I love you,’ in peace anymore?”)

He also cleans your car for you, and if you ever bring up going to a car wash, then prepare to meet his death stare for the remainder of the day. The premium air prank thing wouldn’t work on him—he wouldn’t even care about you potentially being scammed, he’d be more miffed that you went to some random man to put air in your tires lmfaooooo

That bomber jacket he wears… that’s yours now LMFAOO. He gives you shit for it, always calls you out on stealing his stuff and not even wearing it when it’s actually cold outside, but he loves to see you in it, don’t be fooled.

He used to smoke/juul in highschool, until Marcel forced him to stop. He rarely gets the urge to pick up a cigarette anymore, but when he does, he tries to curb his craving with candy—and he hates candy, so it’s a punishment in itself. Occasionally, when he’s stressed, you’ll find Porco angrily making his way through a sleeve of Starburst, and that’s when you know he needs a shoulder massages, and maybe a couple of kisses to calm him down.

Him clearing a pack of candy is also a telltale sign to his friends that the two of you have had/are in an argument. When Pieck sees Porco buying his third pack of Twizzlers for the day, she knows she had to intervene no matter how much Porco says, “It’s none of your fucking business, Pieck.” Porco might be intimidating to everyone else, but not to her; which is why she has no qualms pulling him by the ear to his brother.

Because the only other person besides Pieck who’s not scared of an angry Porco, is his older brother. Marcel definitely sets him straight, tells him to pull his head out of his ass and to stop ruining his teeth and his relationship over a petty argument. And Porco has the audacity to scoff when you and Marcel actually get along pls.

In theory his haircut should allow him to pull off hairstyles similar to Levi’s and Armin’s… if you every try that shit on him he might just bite your hand bye.

Bitches about all the stuff you buy when you’re out shopping, but won’t let you carry any of the bags. You offer to hold your own purchases, and he just scowls, clicks his teeth, starts walking ahead of you, and then tells you to hurry and catch up. Chivalrous asshole <3

He remembers all your anniversaries and in-between special dates, and he’s a pretty good gift-giver. He’s not all that sappy about it in the moment, preferring to just hand you your present and stick his hands in his pockets, but it’s easy to tell that he put a lot of thought and effort into it.

He likes being kissed. Kiss him, even if he complains about you “smothering him in affection.” He likes it.

If you’re walking next to him, then you guys are gonna be holding hands. He’s not crazy about PDA, but he doesn’t think hand holding is anything drastic. Plus, he likes that you sometimes squeeze his hand. You could hold his arm if you want, he’s into that, too.

He has this habit of just… watching you. He probably doesn’t mean for it to be as intense as it is, but Porco is always watching you, and he notices everything about you—no bad mood, or slight annoyance is flying under his radar.

With that tho, sometimes you’ll just be… doing normal things (cooking, cleaning, reading, doing homework), and he’ll just eye you up and down. Like he’s looking over every part of you and committing it to memory. He doesn’t even intend for it to be sexual, but with the way he’ll sit a little leaned forward, with his legs spread a little bit, and stalk his eyes over you—it definitely is less than innocent at times.

He’s not too much into matching couple items (at least nothing too obvious), but if you give him something or buy something for him, he’ll wear it. Maybe you don’t have matching clothes, but all the beanies he owns are because you bought them for him; or maybe he’s sporting a new chain because you picked it out; and maybe, just maybe, he didn’t peel that stupid little sticker off of his back window because you put it there and he loves you or whatever.

He’s an early riser :// he’s not up at 5am, but he is awake by 8-9am most days, even on weekends. It’s not even that he does it to be productive; it’s more that he’s a creature of habit, and getting up that early in high-school kind of stuck with him. If you’re not an early riser, then too bad; when Porco is around you will be.

I’m talking, ripping the covers off of you, and rolling you off the bed if he has to. Tells you to get your ass up and eat breakfast with him, but he’s just likes to spend his mornings with you when he can.

He’s very cognizant about what you eat and where you eat. He’s not tracking your calories or forcing you to eat “healthy”—he’s not saying or doing anything to make you insecure. But it is important to him that you eat well and eat enough to sustain yourself. So if he drags you to the kitchen and forces you to eat dinner with him, it’s because he cares.

He’s a pretty good cook, too. He just fucking hates when anyone is in the kitchen when he’s cooking, so if you’re looking to be his sous chef, or hoping for a picturesque moment out of a movie, then good luck LMFAOO.

He’s, unsurprisingly, athletic, too. Along with disciplining himself at the gym, he’s played sports since middle school, pretty much anything he could get his hands on to keep himself busy. It gets narrowed down to just rugby or lacrosse in the fall, and hockey in the winter at university. He doesn’t do much in the spring because he’s got allergies LMFAOO.

His teammates usually refer to him by his last name. You are not to refer to him by his last name unless you want to be body slammed into the mattress, and tickled without mercy; or have your forehead flicked if you’re in public. He will classically condition you out of it, because what does he look like going around with his girlfriend calling him Galliard.

He boxes, too, but that’s more for the sake of working out, not to compete. Definitely takes you to the gym when it’s pretty empty, sticks a pair of gloves on you, hangs up a punching bag and smiles, “Show me what you got, pretty girl.”

He turns out to be a good trainer—for boxing, and just being at the gym in general; if you need a workout buddy, he’s a great option, even if he does mess with you a little. If he teaches you his best tricks just to watch you take down Bertolt, then no he didn’t <3

Encouragement when you’re working out usually comes in the form of him tapping your ass and telling you good job. Or him patting your head, and saying he’s proud of you for keeping up.

Head pats are a frequent form of affection outside of the gym, too. Even if they are teasing sometimes, it’s Porco-talk for “That’s my girl.”

nsfw/suggestive

Occasionally, you’ll catch him having a lollipop in place of other candy to curb his smoking cravings. Usually, your presence is enough to calm him down, which is why he’ll take it out of his mouth, and put it in yours instead, and tell you to, “Hold onto to this for me, baby.”

And while he’s stopped the cigarettes and juul pens, he’s not averse to a joint every now and then, and one of his favorite things to do is shotgun with you. Makes you sit right on his lap, keeps one hand on your jaw to make sure your mouth stays open while he blows smoke over your tongue. Tells you how pretty you look for him.

He’s got a thing for you sitting on his lap in general. Particularly because he likes to keep his hands on your ass, but he’s also a fan of the way you paw at him when you’re riding him.

He can be pretty rough with you—manhandling you, smacking your ass as punishment, forcing your hands above your head or behind your back—but he never wants to hurt you.

Does this thing where he’ll smush your cheeks between his fingers while he’s fucking you, likes to watch you cheeks get puffy, likes to hear for you to beg him to kiss you or let you cum. He’s mean, will smile, get close enough to your lips, and then turn his hand so that your mouth is covered with his palm and his only order is, “Keep quiet, doll. I’m not done with you yet.”

Would he let you slap him… probably, if you ask.

If you wear his jerseys to his game, then expect to get fucked in it afterwards—in it is key, because he’s not letting you take it off. Will bunch it up, stuff the bottom of it in your mouth, and tell you to keep it there while he fucks you.

He’s not a biter, but he does have a nasty habit of sucking wherever he can get his mouth on you. On your neck, your tits, your stomach, your clit, your thighs.

HopeKook Single’s Inferno AU

Ally Thoughts

Hoseok x Reader x Jungkook

Warnings: Sexual Content (Nothing in detail)

A/N: I binge watched Single’s Inferno yesterday and I have thoughts! I wiped this up in like 30 min while watching TBBT, tho, so sorry if it isn’t good.

You’re a contestant on the show. Searching for real love while joining this adventure and learning new things about you.

There you meet Jungkook. The energized bunny charming his way into your heart with his bright smile, sparkly eyes, and funny tendencies. He took you down to the beach, spraying water on you and carrying you on his shoulders; constantly wanting to proof his strength to impress you. He makes you laugh and warms you heart. You feel electrised whenever you’re with him.

And then there is Hoseok. Comforting, safe Hoseok. You could see how much he cared in every single action he took, in every word he said, in the fiery eyes contact you shared.

How he put a pillow on your lap the day you were wearing a short dress. How he refills your bowl with the last piece of meat. Throwing an angry glare over your head at Jungkook when he asked if you were going to eat that. Turning your head back to your food by your neck and answering for you. Letting the younger know that you were going to eat what he gave you.

None of the other guys even dared to look into your direction after Jungkook beat all of them at wrestling so they would keep away for you. The only thing Hoseok was grateful for about the youngers presence on this island.

Unsure of what to do with the both of them you voted for one of the other guys during another Paradise-Voting-Round. It backtracked when it ended in the three of you being the only ones left in Hell. The both of them cooked for you, working surprisingly well together when they wanted to. You sat at the table, head leaning on your close fist that was propped up on the table. A soft smile playing on your lips while you watched your cute, slightly annoying, reliable boys.

After dinner and washing the dishes – which was filled with fleeting touches and soft laughter – all of you found yourself at the beach, watching the sun set while slurping on the cold alcohol. The boys continued their growing inappropriate touches and flirty words. Their actions gaining confidence.

You turned your head towards the older boy, the last rays of sunlight getting caught in his eyes. Before you knew what was happening your lips were touching, soon tongues slightly prodding at each other. He tasted of happiness and laughter, of comfort and safety.

A second pair of lips found the weak spot at the end of your neck, goosebumps arising on your skin. You shivered in their hold.

Soon a tattooed hand settled on your jaw. Jungkook turning your head and taking what he wants from you. Pressing you into Hoseok in the process.

After making out until the stars sprinkled the nights sky the boys brought you to their sleeping quarters. Taking of your cloth and then taking you apart. Piece by piece, layer by layer. Their marks claimed your body. Their liquids filling your holes. Their handprints painting your skin.

The next morning you woke up with your face pressed up against Hobi’s pectoral. His skin warm beneath you. His lean muscles beneath your right hand on his tummy. His happy trail tickling your palm. Kookie pressing his hard body against your back, slightly snoring into your messy hair.

You laid there for a while just listening to their breathing mixing with the waves of the ocean. Soon all of you made your way to the cafeteria, enjoying a healthy breakfast while you made light conversation.

The boys much more at ease with each other, playful banter ensuing between the two. You watched happily; glad they finally got along.

“So, hyung, wanna take her from the back over the table while I stuff her throat?” Kookie using the form of respect so naturally, as if it wasn’t the first time, he called Hobi that.

“That’s a good idea, Jungkookie”, a mischievous smile painting Hobi’s beautiful heart shaped lips. “Let’s show our little princess some of the torture she put us through. Baby, how do you feel about edging?”

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When she said that, my own blood froze👀

I woke up feeling a little....evil 😈. But I'll be nice...for now.

Would you rather make Mafia Steve jealous as you ride Mafia Bucky's thigh or

Or make demon Bucky jealous as you show priest Steve the real road to heaven?

My NSFW thots below. Happy Thristday!

Pairing: Mafia Bucky x Reader x Mafia Steve

Warnings: Thigh riding, Minors DNI, smut, 18+

Steve doesn’t know what he did to upset you, but he’s dangerously close to not giving a fuck about why you’re angry with him. He’s ready to snap and remind you who’s really in charge here.

You’ve been taunting him all day. Showing off your body in a black pleated skirt and a striped blouse. He bought you the damn outfit. You know it’s his favorite.

Steve seethes across the living room, seated in a plush leather chair, a glass of whiskey in one hand, the other cupping his aching cock. The feeling of the seams of his pants brushing over his throbbing tip as he adjusts himself, fighting the urge to jump out of his chair and grab you by the throat.

You look over your shoulder with a barely contained grin. God, he looks so pissed right now. You hold your hand over your mouth, the sounds of your giggles slipping through your fingers. Good. You want him to suffer.

“Aw, princess, don’t you think you’re being a little mean-“ Bucky starts, a soft grunt escaping his lips when you reach down and fist his cock. You twist your hand up and around his thick, warm shaft until you reach his leaking tip, pushing your thumb over his swollen head, his hips jerking into your touch. “-nevermind, nevermind princess, fuck him.”

“Traitor,” Steve mutters under his breath, his fiery blue eyes narrowing in Bucky’s direction.

You tilt your head, moaning Bucky’s name. Steve’s eyes snap up, locking with your vivacious gaze. He knows what you’re doing, his leg twitching as you settle over Bucky’s thigh. Steve doesn’t need to look down to see your pretty pussy sliding over his thigh. He remembers how you feel, so soft and wet and warm, your little clit greedily pushing over his corded muscles.

His hand clenches around the glass, his cock straining and leaking. Fuck, what did he do to piss you off, princess? Steve’s breath hitches at the sound of your wanton groan, your mouth going slack as your hips circle down over Bucky’s thick thigh.

You clasp Bucky’s shoulder with your other hand and pump him faster. The wet sloshing of your cunt as you ride him filling the room. Bucky’s keeping his thigh flexed the way you like. “Yesyesyes, that’s it right there baby, do that again,” you pant. He does and oh fuck he does it again, harder and faster, making you bounce over his leg.

Steve wants to look away but you look so fucking pretty. A decadent sight he can’t get enough of. He wants your pussy on him so bad it hurts. His chest heaving as he watches Bucky’s head drop back, your little hand working him so good that the mobsters’ eyes roll back.

Damn it he wants to rip your hand off Buck and wrap it around his own cock before he shoves it in your mouth. Steve is seconds from apologizing when your bundle of nerve hits a soft ridge and you keen. The frantic, high wail making both men stare at you, mesmerized and needy.

You keep your eyes on Steve, your hips erratically circling as the coil tightens. “Gonna cum, ‘m so close Steve, so close,” you cry out, your hand twisting and squeezing Bucky’s cock.

Steve bites his lip, a coppery tang taste washing over his tongue. He leans forward; the glass falling to his feet, whiskey rolling across the hardwood floor.

Both men murmuring for you to come for them, their deep voices speaking over each other. “Be a good girl and let go. That’s it, princess, I can feel you throbbing doll, cum for me, there you go, go on and cum for me.”

Another wet sloppy glide over his thigh and the coil shatters, your back arching painfully as white-hot pleasure bursts inside you, spreading across your entire body. You sob, riding out your orgasm, your hand gripping Bucky’s cock so tight he moans with you.

“Fuck, princess,” he grins, “you look so pretty when you come.”

Your hips still, small aftershocks snapping through you as you lift up. “I know,” you sass, tearing your gaze away from a dazed Steve to Bucky’s glossy blue eyes. Your own raking over his face, down to his swollen lip. You viciously twist your wrist, making him gasp and stutter. “And I know I’m mad at you too.”

You let go just as his stomach tenses in and gleefully climb off his lap. Pulling your skirt back down, you smooth down the front of your shirt. Ignoring Bucky’s confused ‘what did I do‘, you saunter to the doorway and turn to the stunned men. “I also know you have an hour to figure out why or I’m going to crash your little Drysdale meeting and let him decide if my pussy really only gets wet for you.”

There’s a pause, a heavy thick silence filling the air as you smirk. You can tell the second your words sink in because Bucky slowly stands, cracking his knuckles.

He always gets so quiet when he’s angry. Steve, on the other hand-

“Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to?” Steve growls, jumping out of his chair. “You fucking brat, get your ass over right now.”

You sigh, running your tongue over your lower lip. “Pass.”

Steve cants his head, placing his hands on his hip. “What?”

“You heard me.” Turning on your heel, you stroll out of the room. “One hour boys,” you toss over your shoulder.

Steve and Bucky share pointed glances, listening to the sounds of your fading steps.

“We could figure out what we did, apologize and make her happy,” Bucky says, shoving his hard cock into his boxers before rolling up his sleeves.

“Or-“ Steve counters, removing his tie. “We can spank her until she can’t sit for a fucking week.

Bucky nods, taking his belt off in one smooth motion. “Make her choke on our cocks, put that bratty mouth to good use.” He finishes wrapping the leather around his hand. "Edge her until she begs us to come."

Steve stretches his arms over his head. “Ruin her greedy little cunt."

"Cancel the meeting. She wants our attention, she's getting it. Every last inch until she remembers who she belongs to."

This gif of Seb owns me😫

Which of the following do you feel the safest with which biker?

-nothings really wrong, but maybe you heard a weird noise/watched too much true crime and now you’re too freaked out to be alone in your home. He’s offered to come over whenever you need something, even if it is 11pm

-your new puppy is demanding to go out at all hours of the day, and sometimes that’s night trips outside to make sure he learns to be housebroken. You want to mention it to your biker neighbor so he can keep an ear out. Your neighborhood is very safe, but it would make you feel better.

-your shift ends super late and your asshole boss won’t let you park close to the bar or spare anyone to walk you to your car. There’s a really nice biker group who often lingers. Which guy do you think wouldn’t mind walking you to your car?

Steve is the guy you can call to come over at 11pm. He shows in a t-shirt and grey sweatpants, immediately raids your fridge before sitting on the couch with you so you can finish the show. He might eat all your snacks but he's going to stay up with you until you fall asleep. And he won't make you feel embarrassed the next morning. "Trust me darlin' I'll never let anything bad happen to you."

You mention it one time and Bucky said all you have to do is text him when you and the puppy are ready and he'll go out with you. This seemed like a good idea but you have to wrangle a puppy that adores Bucky almost as much as you do. And it wouldn't be so bad if he came outside wearing more than a pair of black briefs and a smile.

You didn't have to ask. Ari knows that your boss is an asshole who hoards all the parking spots close to the building. He also knows it's not safe around here at night unless you're a 6'6" biker.

The first night Ari saw you scurrying down the street with your bag clutched to your chest, fear brimming in your eyes, he promised that you wouldn't have to worry about getting home safely again.

He offered to walk you to your car and if he wasn't around he told you to ask for his brother, Steve. What he didn't tell you was that Ari warned everyone in the criminal underworld that you were off limits and if anyone tried to mess with you, they would have to deal with him.

👀hey god, me when?

About dilf!mafia!stucky, how do they treat the reader? Are they romantic? Do they dote over her? I'm already excited for their dynamic

She's going to make these men work for her attention!!! They are going to be so romantic and dote over her so damn much. Like you don't even understand 🥴🥴🥴 and of course they'll keep her safe and handle all the creeps who bother her.

Ngl I'm proud of my past self for sending this ask😌😅

No but in all seriousness: THIS WAS AMAZING👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻 thank you so much for sharing. It was fucking hot‼️

Not sure if you do this but do you have any thoughts on dilf!bucky and/or milf!reader?

Do I have thoughts about mafia dilf!Bucky? Yes Yes, I do.

Pairing: Mafia!Dilf Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 1.5k 

Warnings: Smut, rough smut, oral (fem receiving), age gap, possessive behavior.

A/N: Unbeta'd, written on my phone.

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Bucky Barnes is infamous.

Everyone knows of him, although few people know him. The mobster established his reputation early in his youth, claiming his family’s empire before he was old enough to drink. He exudes power, intelligence, and experience. This man can command a room with a smile and level a grown man with a glare.

He met you by accident; he was browsing the local bookstore, searching for one of Puzo’s books when he spotted you standing in front of the romance section, your large wicker basket full, a soft alluring smile pulling at your lips as you studied the selection of novels.

Bucky is a decisive man, he can read people before they even open their mouths it’s a skill that’s kept him on top of the criminal underworld. And he knew you were special the instant your eyes met his.

Did he use his influence and connections to learn everything about you? Yes. Does he regret any of it? Absolutely not.

Not when he uses what he learned to convince you to go out with him and give an older man a chance. Although how could you say no to the tall mafia boss, his jet black suit highlighting his muscular arms, his bright blue eyes warm on your skin, god you swear he can see right through you.

And it’s so refreshing and nice to be with a man who knows exactly what he wants and just takes it. The power and strength radiating off him goes right through your chest and sinks into your belly, warming you from the inside out like whiskey rushing through your veins.

One date turned into six and the next thing you know he’s spoiling you with gifts. You tried to turn them down at first until he wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you against his broad chest, lips ghosting over the shell of your ear. “Kотёнок, I get off on spoiling you, don’t take that away from me.” His very large erection pressed into the small of your back emphasized his point more than his gruff baritone voice ever could.

The first time he fucks you, oh god it’s good. Actually, no just calling it good can’t begin to explain how he makes you feel. It’s indescribably incredible. Guys before him claimed you would “feel them for days” when in reality, you barely felt them during the act, let alone afterward.

But Bucky is not any guy.

Every filthy, obscene thing he said he was going to do, every orgasm he promised to take from your little pussy, every last thing he swore you were going to feel when you’re wrapped around his cock—he meant every single word, every promise and he was going to show you just how much he meant it.

Starting right now. The second you step into his bedroom, Bucky is all over you, his hands and lips roaming over you, learning your curves as he strips you down until you're naked and splayed across his bed.

Oh fuck.

You’re not sure you’ll survive the way he rips you apart with his tongue and fingers, alternating between smooth and tender licks and deep, vulgar sucks that you felt in every cell of your body, moaning with every salacious kiss on your clit like it was making him feel good.

He’s eating you out because he craved the taste of you on his tongue, his fingers rubbing tight little patterns on your pulsating clit while his tongue swept across your velvety walls until you soaked his face, your slick dripping off him.

Bucky runs his thumb over the damp gray patch in his beard, popping it into his mouth. “Fuck I’ve never had anything as sweet as you.”

He takes his time getting you ready for him, ignoring your shamelessly begging for him to please fuck you. You needed to be filled so bad tears leaked out of your eyes.

But when you finally see his cock, you understand why he needed to prepare you first. He’s so big you don’t think you can handle even half of him.

“Your pretty pussy is made for me. We’ll make it fit.”

His cock is long and thick with a prominent vein leading to the swollen head and you wanted to fit, fuck at this point you didn’t care if it didn’t, you just needed him inside you. You must have said those words aloud, because Bucky grinned with a smug pride burning in his eyes. “That’s my sweet girl, now open up for me.”

The stretch as he eased inside of you sent a pleasurable burn up your spine. Each powerful thrust brought him deeper inside you until he’s all you could feel.

He praises you as he slides each thick, veiny inch inside your cunt. “Look at you taking every inch like a good girl. I knew you could do it, just a little more, yeah you can take it, this greedy little pussy is going to take all of my cock, there ya go, a little more.”

You don’t recognize the noise that spills out of your mouth when he bottoms out, the fullness, the stretch, all the sensations prickling across your skin makes you keen. You’re uncontrolled yet tethered to the intense white-hot pleasure he was giving you. He places one large rough hand under your hips, keeping you right where he wants you, your leg over his tattooed shoulder, letting him go deeper and faster until he was slamming in your cunt.

Over and over and over again until you’re crying and begging him, please I can’t take it, it’s too much, it’s too-oh fuck, oh god right there please, babbling into the crumpled pillows around your head, unable to think as your vision blurs into an array of sparkling lights.

“Eyes on me. I want to see your pretty face when you cum for me.” His feral gaze collides with your dazed eyes. His hand pushing on your belly. “You feel me right here, don’t you, Kотёнок. This is my pussy now.” He grunts, a lock of damp hair curling on his forehead.

His hips shifting so his next stroke strikes something inside you, a soft sensitive spot that has your back arching off the bed, only stopped by his warm, firm chest pushing you back down, pleasure spreading through you so swiftly your body felt like its imploding.

“Oh god, it’s yours.” You cry out, a surprisingly fierce thrust making the headboard crash into the wall. “Please, ‘m so close.”

Bucky’s lips slotted over yours, his tongue delving into your mouth. I know, I know whispered as he deepened the kiss.

When he feels you tightening around him, your orgasm winding tighter and tighter inside you, he breaks the kiss, resting his sweat-slicked forehead on yours, gazing into your eyes.

“Kотёнок, I told you I was going to do things to you that would make you forget anyone you’ve dated before me. I’m going to fuck you so good that I’m going to ruin you.” He promises, his hips grinding, pounding into yours, the wet slapping of skin echoing around you. “But first you’re going to cum for me. Now.”

His voice, his command, his control over your body unravels the coil inside you and it hits you, pure, raw bliss surging through you. You’ve never cum so hard in your life. It’s too much and not enough at once, you can’t take much more, but you don’t want it to end.

Bucky’s pace slows to languid yet devastating strokes, his lips on your neck, kissing and sucking bruises on your skin, murmuring soft praises.

Your mouth goes slack on a thin wail that turns into a wordless scream when he continues to fuck you through your orgasm, sensations waving up, crashing into you until you’re drowning in pleasure.

When you finally come down from your intense high, your eyes drift open at the sound of him asking if you’re ready for round two or do you need some water first. Bucky chuckles at your shocked expression. “Oh Kотёнок, I think it’s going to take more than one orgasm to get you addicted to me.” He shifts his weight onto his arms, grinding his hips down so you feel his cock, still hard and throbbing inside your sensitive fluttering walls.

Bucky peppers soft kisses on lips, his lust-blown pupils drifting over your face. “Something tells me you’re going to need a lot more convincing and by the time I’m done with you and this sweet tight little pussy—,” he smiles at you, his ring adorned hand moving over your throat,"—you’re going to want my cock inside you more than you’re going to want to breathe.

Oh fuck.

The confidence in his tone makes you shiver; he feels you tremble, his smirk spreading across his handsome face.

He winks, his voice breathless and shaky, letting you know he’s just as affected by this as you are. And that feels so good, too. “And since I’m the one that did this to you, guess I’ll have to keep your pretty pussy filled won’t I?”

And those are some of my thoughts about dilf!Bucky.

Let me know what you think!

FATWS Series Masterlist

PAIRING: BUCKY BARNES X AVENGER!READER

!TAGLIST IS CLOSED FOR THIS SERIES!

!FATWS SPOILERS AHEAD: READ WITH CAUTION!

Series based on the Show - updates every Friday as new episodes come out!

Series Warnings: !SPOILERS!, Lots of Angst, Fluff, Some Idiocy, Cursing, Slow-Burn (I’m sorry, it was an accident!)

*Please don’t repost this anywhere! Especially without my permission! I’ve worked hard on this and these characters are very dear to me so please don’t repost! Thank you to everyone who helped with the scare I just had! I just started posting my work this year so I’m new to that kind of thing! *

1) His Only Contact - Takes place after Episode 1; Angst and Fluff, phone call between Reader and Bucky; Bucky’s Perspective (Also written for HBC’s Lucky in Love, Day 19 Prompt: Odds)

2) Not Your Captain - Takes place right before Episode 2; Lots of Angst and feelings between Reader and Bucky; Reader’s Perspective

3) Inner Conflict - Takes place during Episode 2; a little more action packed and scene-for-scene of the show than the previous two parts; Reader’s Perspective

3.5) Rocks, Shoulders, and Ears - Second Half of Inner Conflict; loads of Angst!; the Couples Therapy Scene; Reader’s Perspective

4) In Need of a Breath - First Part of the Third Episode; Zemo’s Entrance; Reader’s Perspective

4.2) Suits, Dress, and Heels - Second Part of the Third Episode; First Half of Madripoor; Sharon’s Entrance; Reader’s Perspective

4.3) It’s All in the Perspective - Third and Final Part of the Third Episode; Second half of Madripoor; Mainly Reader’s Perspective

5) Right From Left - First Part of the Fourth Episode; First little bit in Latvia before Walker comes in; Reader’s Perspective

5.2) The Shield - Second and Final Part of the Fourth episode; Walker, Karli, Zemo, Everything; Proceed with Caution on This One; Reader’s Perspective

6) It Always Ends in a Fight - Very First Part of the Fifth episode; Warehouse Fighting Scene; Reader’s Perspective 

6.2) Windows Down, Music Up - Second Part of the Fifth Episode; Doesn’t Have Much of the Actual Show in it Besides Zemo Getting Arrested; Reader’s Perspective

6.3) The Conversation - Third and Final Part of the Fifth Episode; Feelings and Fluff; Louisiana Scenes; Mostly Reader’s Perspective

One Shots of Reader’s Backstory - NOT BUCKY X READER 

It’s more Avengers x Reader with a heavy emphasis on Steve x Reader, but it’s platonic! I’m gonna try to do it chronologically.

Read Series Before!

One Shot #1: Back to the Beginning - Reader Meets Captain Steve Rogers; Takes place directly after Captain America: The First Avenger in 2011

One Shot #2: The Beginning of a Family - Reader Meets the Avengers; Takes place during the first half of The Avengers in 2012

One Shot #3: Stars, Stripes, and Bubbles - Reader and Steve have some fun in the kitchen; Takes place right after Steve’s mission in the beginning of Captain America: The Winter Soldier in 2014

One Shot #4: Best Girls, Good Guys, Hand Art, Joy Rides - Reader Meets Sam Wilson; Takes place during Captain America: The Winter Soldier in 2014 before/during/after Sam’s VA session

One Shot #5: COMING SOON