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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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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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hobi saying that having jimin there supporting him meant the absolute world ♡🥺😭(trans. cr. @taee)

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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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

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