Ps. I Woof You

Ps. I woof you

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Word count: 26K

Summary: The one with a happy accident of the furry, four-legged kind - “Are you calling my dog a slut?!” 

Warnings: Extreme fluff and domesticity, cursing, mild angst, smut inclusive of: fingering, oral sex (female receiving) and unprotected penetrative sex 

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“Seriously?!” Sitting up with a suddenness that borders on miraculous given how fast asleep you were just a few blissful moments ago, you glare out into the darkness that fills your room.  

The wall opposite your bed may as well be vibrating, so insistent is the thud of bass that’s thumping through from the apartment next door, and if you thought you were pissed about being so rudely awakened in the middle of the night, that’s nothing compared to the indignance of your dog, Remi.  Barking her head off, you’re met by the sight of her pacing up and down the span of the wall once you turn on the light, blinking as your eyes adjust to the offending brightness.  

“This is just so not the time,” you hiss as you swing your legs out of bed and then stalk across the room to hammer your fist against the plaster, swearing under your breath.  Usually, you’re quite quick to try and stifle Remi when she gets her knickers all in a twist, but not right now - not when her yapping is perfectly justified and the dog next door then has the sheer gall to start barking back.  

“Oh, it’s on,” you grit out through your teeth, banging your fist against the wall with renewed vigour ‘til your fist is sore and Remi’s so worked up that she’s up on her hind legs pawing the paintwork right alongside you.  

Thankfully, your next-door neighbour soon gets the message and turns off his music, no doubt feeling cowed at having been met with such vehement disapproval from the opposite side of the wall.  You sigh, satisfied, but it seems Remi has no such intention of letting it go so lightly, her barking match with her nemesis next door carrying on despite the battle being over.  

“Hey, hey,” you hush as you squat down to her level, running your fingers through her fur, “It’s ok, you can stop now, Rem.  We won, it’s ok.”  She quietens slightly at the reassuring tone of your voice but, stubborn as she is, she remains determined to get the last bark in, growling low in her throat and staring at the wall until she’s absolutely sure that the dog next door has been forced to back down.  

She’s always been the same; vocal even as a pup.  She’s a canine of very few faults (or so you like to believe), but you’ll admit that she can be a little too loud at times - a little too quick to run her mouth off at the slightest unfamiliar noise despite you discouraging her from it as best you can.  

It was actually one of the reasons you and your ex broke up, as silly as that sounds.  He’d always been intolerant of Remi’s noise - of anything being anything other than perfectly perfect, frankly  - and the final straw had come when one day, in a fit of red-faced rage, he’d taken off his shoe and thrown it at her from across the room.   She’d yelped and ran off to hide, and that’d been it.  By dinner time that evening, he’d been in the process of moving out his things.  A two-year relationship over, just like that. 

Good riddance, as far as you were concerned.  Remi was your roommate years before he ever had been; your loyalties lay with her, as they do to this day.  

And boy, does she know it.  You think it to yourself now, as you lay back down in bed and she sits at your bedside with her chin rested on the covers looking up at you with her big, brown puppy-dog eyes.  

“Oh come on then,” you grumble, shifting over and patting the space you’ve made for her atop the duvet.  She leaps up, tail wagging, and quickly circles on the spot before lying down snuggled up against you, exhaling noisily in contentment as you fuss her soft, pointed ears. “You’re never going to make any friends if you keep barking at everyone all the time, you know.”  Remi closes her eyes, utterly unrepentant.  

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Lately been watching k-drama’s with me mum ‘til the wee hours of the morning... Well, new normal ig

Title: Beloved

Word Count: 17.4k

Rating: M

Genre: Drama/Thriller/Smut

Warnings: Yandere Behavior, Violence, Blood, Character Death, Emotional Manipulation, Hint of Dubious Consent, Unprotected Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Cream Pie, Oral Sex (Female Receiving), Mild Dirty Talk 

Pairing: Emperor!Yoongi X Reader

Summary: Court was just a game of politics after all. And you intended to win

Written By: Admin B

Note: This was entirely inspired by Daechwita and everyone should thank A for indulging my madness and encouraging me

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I died...

That was exquisite😭

The story continues and Thomas Shelby remembers moments with his mysterious horse rider that make him realise something important.

Word count: 2.206

Author’s not: I let my self carry and made this. My second lenguage is English so apologies in advance. I hope you like it. Maybe it will have a final part but I dont know. The parts in italics are Tommy's memories. Part one here.

Months passed from their first encounter and Tommy was fascinated with her, more than he already was. She was sweet but rarely answered questions. With her he feels like the boy he was before the war.

Sometimes they go to the beach and ride. Those days remind him of the happy and easy days. All the weight in his shoulders from the weeks of work to no end disappear when he's with her. Today was one of those days. He was in his office listening to his brothers yell at each other and the paperwork was growing on his desk. He just closes his eyes and imagines Margate and everything that awaits him there. The way the sun touches their skin, when they have to put their hands in front of their faces because the sun is too much, when the sound of the waves doesn't let them listen to what the other is saying and when she makes him take off his shoes to feel the sand underneath him.

He is well aware that it is not the place that makes him happy, it's her. She makes every mundane thing memorable, she makes him happy. He wants to keep her a secret as long as he can. He doesn't want his world to catch her, but she already know who he is and what he does because she ain't stupid. The drop to dam the glass was when he appeared on her doorstep with bruises all over her face, a bullet wound in the shoulder and a burst blood vessel in his left eye, that memory put a grin in his face.

It was three in the morning and he was in a lot of pain but that didn't stop him, he needed to see her. So the only razonable idea it occurred to him was to drive to her house in the middle of the night and stand at her doorstep with a bullet wound, bruises all over his face and nearly blind from one eye. Brilliant idea Tommy, brilliant.

When she opened the door her face was priceless. Her long hair was braid, sleepy eyes and in a nightgown that reached three fingers above her knee. She shouts at him the entire time she cheeks his wounds, although he tells her a doctor already checked him.

“I didn't want you to worry about me when you heard what happened.” It was a lame excuse, both of them know it. The rumors of Birmingham woundt travel to Margate, the real reason was that he wanted to see her. She took care of him the entire time he was with her, he left all the work and the worries in his house.

That memory brings a smile to his face, the way he wakes up and sees her or when he goes to sleep and she is by his side. That confort feeling he feels with her in his arms, the feeling of being at home. All those feelings he thought were long gone he feels it with her

He remembers that day she was his. The look in her eyes, the moans, the feeling skin on skin. All of it.

After spending the entire afternoon with the horses on the beach they were putting them in the small barn. The way her skin glowed with the last sun rays, the tender way she made every move, every little detail. Tommy already knew he wanted to make her his, but he wasn't sure of her feelings. He can read people like a book but he couldn't with her. But she can read him without looking at him. But that's for later.

“Thomas, If you keep looking at me that way you are gonna make a hole in my head.”- Her tone was playful. But he didn't say anything, he just kept staring at her. If he was mesmerized with her the first time he saw her, now he was completely lost. “What? I have something on my face?”- Her palms whent to her face but he caught them.

“No love. You are the most beautiful woman I ever lay my eyes on.”- His words were serious but she only rolled her eyes.

“Yeah sure. And you tell that to every woman. I know your reputation Thomas Shelby.”- She playfully smacks his chest and gives him a peak.

“I'm not gonna deny my reputation but believe me when I tell you I'm falling in love with you, you have me at your feet from the first day I saw you and you didn't even know that I was, you didn't even know me. We were meters away but you still had my heart in your hands.”- She didn't even flinch, so he started to panic. Million scenarios appear in his brain where she turns him down, slaps him, even laughs at him. But she just stood there, watching him. “Please say something”- He almost backed down from his words but for that was too late and It was the truth, he was falling in love with her.

She seemed to snap from her daydream and walked slowly towards him. His blue eyes stay fixed on her without blinking for fear of her disappearing. She wraps her arms in his neck and one of his arms clenches to her waist and one of his hands is grabbing her neck firmly but without causing harm.

“I hope you are telling me the truth because if you break my heart Thomas Michael Shelby Im gonna be so fucking mad that the world would be a very little place to hide.”- She smiled at him and he was sure the world was brighter. Every time she smiled he did it too, it was innate.

It was like everything was in slow motion. The kiss they shared held all the love and care the words can't explain. At one point it came a voracious kiss, it healed so much desire. Tongue fighting against tongue. Their breaths became erratic and moans filled the room. Hands wandering in each other's body. The room became hotter and the air heavier. The need to feel skin on skin was too much, so they tore their clothes. He kisses every inch of her neck, the valley in her breast, leaving a bruise here and there. She pulls his hair at times and brings her head back to give him more space. But she needs to kiss his jaw, she fantasizes about that since she met him. That specific part of his body drives her nuts. She kisses every centimeter from his lips to his collarbone. She left her mark, a tiny bruise. where the ear and the jaw met. Sweaty bodies, before slow movements now sloopy, her nails in his back living marks, his hands printed in her hips and ass. They lost track of time there. Giving themself to each other over and over again.

There in that barn, in Margate, far away from his responsibilities; far away from being the most feared gangster in Birmingham; far away from every little thing that bothers him; far away from her past; far away from everything, they give in. They let happiness in. Those poor souls gave their souls to each other with mind and body. Sharing cigarettes and thoughts. She memorizes his scars like a map, tracing them with her fingers. He kept that image in his brain till his last breath, she was all sweaty with her hair messy and the marks of his kisses in her skin, lips swollen and lust in her eyes. She was worthy of being in the most important museums and being admired. She was a work of art, his work of art.

The memory seemed taken from a love novel, it was like their love was forbidden. It was like he was a stable boy and she was a rich girl. In that moment he wasn't Thomas Shelby the important business man or the gangster, he was Tommy Shelby the completely and utterly boy in love with his girl.

He also remembers the day she almost kicked him in the ass out of her house and put him in place, without the need to yell and staying in calm. Like the queen she was.

He had a horrible day, enemies were everywhere and they were trying to take his place, his family was too much, the legal business was being threatened by strikes. He was exhausted. Everything started well, but at some point that he didn't remember he snapped and yelled at her. Yelled all his problems at her and she had nothing to do with all that. She didn't flinch, she just squinted her eyes and breath. Her face completely changed and in a second she was serius.

“Sometimes I think I must be a burden to you being like this. I get it that in some points it's a gift.”- He had no fucking clue what she was talking about. So he lit up a cigarette. “Being the smartest in the room, always being three steps ahead from the others. I get that you are used to yelling and the people around you bow their heads and follow your orders. That they think of you as a god.”- She was being so harsh and yet her voice was calm and she moved around with grace doing what she was doing before he snapped. He was speechless. “At first I thought you thought that relationships were futile, meaningless, that your brain works so fast that you didn't see the need to have one. But the way you treat me convinces me otherwise, that I misjudged you. ” Wait a second, they were in a relationship? When? He wants to ask her to be his girlfriend but that sounds so childish in his brain. He opened his mouth to ask her about that but she held her finger in the air and he shut his mouth in an instant. “You remember what you told me when you met me?” She narrows her eyebrows at him, waiting for his answer.

He was so fucking lost that he didn't know if he had to answer or stay quiet. “What?” Really Thomas? The only thing that you could say was ‘what?’. Fucking great.

She rolls her eyes and repeats. “I ask you if you remember what you told me when you met me.”

He thinks and nods his head. Took the cigarette away from his lips and moved his hand. “Yes, I do remember.”

“Great, because I remember too. But I will refresh it for you.” She stands straight a meter from him, holding his gaze firmly. His icy blue eyes meeting hers. “You said that you spent a year searching for me and when you were nearly giving up you found me. That you found me interesting, that you were sure that I could understand you, that when you saw me riding I brought you that feeling of peace that you thought was forgotten and that you would never find again. I made you feel that way, not the other way around. So don't think for a second that things can't go back to the way they were.”- He was astonished. She was dumping him? “No Thomas, I'm not dumping you.”- She definity can read him like a book. He was sure that Polly would love her.

“So what was all of that?”- He wouldn't admit it but he was a little afraid of her nexts words.

“First of all, I don't like being yelled at in my own house. I'm not one of your gang or your brothers that you can yell at me, I don't like it. We can be fucking civilized. Second, don't you ever think of treating me that way again because if you do I'm gonna kick your pretty ass out of my house and shut the door in your face and you would never see or hear from me ever again.”- With every word she said she was coming closer to him. “Remember, I can live without you but I chose not to because I like you. Very much may I add.”- He wanted to smile but he wasn't sure if it was the right time. “And third. but not least, greatme properly. I want a real kiss Shelby, not that thing you gave me when you came.”- She didn't have to tell him twice. He grabs her face and kisses her until they can't breathe anymore.

“I'm sorry love. For everything. And I really like you too.”- He pecks her lips. “And I may add that you look fucking hot when you are bossing me around. It's like you were born to be on the throne, like a perfect queen.”- She simply smiled and kissed him again.

All the memories Tommy had of her bring a smile to his face. He was fucking sure that she was made from him, that she was the one. He was with her for the long run. She only had to meet his family and dont run for the hills, but if he knew his girl, the Shelby clan were the ones that were gonna run for the hills.

tumblr isn’t considered a social media because everyone on here is just talking to themselves

So stellar, as always😭😭😭

"An Art Signed By Shelby" Hubby! Tommy Shelby x Reader

Warnings: Big Fluff.

{gif credits to @cillianparadise from this post}

Summary: Tommy being so obsessed with you he keeps staring at you while you work.

A/N: I wasn't truly present on Tumblr as I am moving out and all... But I'm still working on my next multi-chapter fic about the arrange marriage tho!

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Tommy was never the type to trust people, whether it was professionally or personally, he was restless. He wanted to have a hand on everything and everyone, but not because he was power thirsty, no. It was because he thought he was the only one who could bring everything to the people he cared for, his family.

Deep down, you always knew this part of himself was just that, a part of him and that somewhere else there was a Tommy that wanted someone to take care of him the way he took care of everything and everyone.

It may look like he was distant and absent-minded, always lost in thoughts and that he only cared deeply for his own comfort over anything else, but it didn’t take you long to see clear in his shenanigans.

“I can take it from here, you have a meeting with Arthur and the women tomorrow, you need to sleep.” You let out, already focus on the tones of papers surrounding the desk.

You would never let him do all the paperwork alone. Of course he didn’t want you to go on the field, he didn’t want you to be in any sort of danger, he just couldn’t lose you, and you understood that, but paperwork was safe, and his mind was so clouded at times that he could barely sleep if he was up too late at night.

That’s why you would take over when it was only papers, you could manage some papers for your dear husband. He didn’t need other wrinkles at the corner of his eyes, and you wanted to preserve him as much as you could.

You were sitting behind the huge desk of his office, while Tommy was seated right in front of you, in one of the two armchairs facing the desk with a cigarette hanging at the edge of his fingers.

His eyes staring at each of your movements, from the way you grabbed the pen to the way you were writing and signing documents. He wouldn’t miss that scene for anything in the world.

Tom will never admit it, but having you entering his space was maybe the best idea ever. You were brilliant, with numbers and with strategies. You could even see through people’s bullshit which helped him from time to time from getting fucked up.

There was a time when he wouldn’t even let you go to the betting shop by yourself, afraid you might be approached by some men wanting to hurt him through you, but with time, Tommy learned to trust you.

As hard as it was for him to accept it, you could manage a lot of harsh and desperate situations with a disconcerting serenity. And he somehow knew he might be overthinking even more than usual when it was about you.

He at first thought you were too naive to see and sense danger, but it turned out you were just capable. You could handle enemies and he just had to get used to this.

You never ceased to pressure him to let you inside business, he couldn’t understand it then, but he ultimately got that you needed it to feel like a part of the Shelbys.

Add to that your determination to “ease the burden a bit” as you would say when he grabbed your waist, putting his head on your stomach as he was holding you close. In those moments you would simply run your fingers into his mane while fondling his neck tenderly while humming a lullaby.

His eyes met with the golden plaque with his name on it and he patted it, “Going to put your name there one day, eh?” His eyes lift to yours a quick instant, before he glimpse the smile drawing on your lips.

You shook your head faintly before putting a strand of hair back behind your ear, to Tommy’s greatest pleasure, “Y/N & Tommy Shelby.” You paused quite satisfied, “We’re quite a team.” You giggled, and his facial expression changed, as well as wrinkles appeared at the corner of his eyes, he was smiling.

He hated when you said that you were easing the burden, because he knew you were doing more than that, he knew you were more than that, more than just an associate, more than just a wife, you were his Y/N, his Shelby and the value he gave you couldn’t be counted.

But each time you would say that to him, he felt as if you were standing in the shadow of his heart screaming that you weren’t afraid of his darkness, and that simple idea that you were accepting him despite all, was enough.

Not only were you taking charge of business when he was occupied with something else, but you were also perfectly taking care of the house and its matters.

Everything was in order under your management, and he knew he didn’t need to worry about a thing when you were in charge.

The door opened on a maid, “Your children are at table waiting for you Mrs and Mr Shelby.”

“Thank you, Brie. We will join ‘em in a minute.” You answered, not even lifting your gaze from the paperworks.

Numbers were filling your eyes, clouding your mind and making your ears steam, but that was worth it because it was for you Tommy.

The maid gave a look to your husband before looking back at you, “If I may, Mrs, working at night will wear out your eyes.” That’s only when your head got up, and that you offered her a warm smile.

“We will drink tea in the living room after dinner, I will rest there.”

Your maid nodded to you, genuinely satisfied you will not work as late as usual.

It was a habit with you, to always provoke people around you to care for your well-being.

When she got out of the office, your eyes dropped into Tommy’s, and you knew he wanted to say something, “Go on, honey.” You muttered before returning to your papers.

From that smile you gave to the way you looked at your maid, it seemed like you were determined to finish all your paperworks before dinner.

It’s true you would always take into consideration the advice of your staff, but when you had something to do, you wouldn’t stop until you were finished, so you would always find a compromise. Most of the time you would finish your work before supper so after it you would be able to satisfy them by resting in the living room with some tea afterwards.

It was your technique, this way your staff felt heard, and you wouldn’t have to torment them for them to listen to you. It was a win-win scheme.

Tommy always was admirative about your way of dealing with things and keeping everyone satisfied, and that was the reason for his coughing, desperately wanting to dismiss the wave of feelings rooted inside of him.

Your husband got up, exhaling deeply and you glimpse him walking to the counter before returning and putting a cup of whiskey right under your nose.

His fingers went fondling your cheek softly before he cupped and lifted it so you would be looking at him, “Get it done before 9, else I can’t assure your children will wait after that.” He muttered, his lips only inches away from yours. His icy blue eyes were staring at your slightly parted mouth, an urge to feel your lips against his building inside of him.

You closed the space in between your lips in a hurry, and were met by Tommy’s hands, grabbing your head as his thumbs were stroking your skin.

Seconds later and gasping for air, you pulled away, both of your foreheads still connected, “The children have more of you than me, Tommy.” You stole a kiss from him, the call for his lips being too loud, “Their impatience is your legacy.” You smiled against his lips.

Tom scoffed and straightened back up without responding to your teasing. He turned on his heels and walked away, a hand in his pocket, and you would swear to God that at this moment, a smile was on his lips.

It always made him laugh how devoted you were to the business, even though he didn’t want you to know a single bit of it in the beginning of your marriage. Now, he would often sit in front of you without saying a word while you were working. Just staring.

It wasn’t everyday that you would see him looking at something with that much of a sweet face expression.

He, who was always so tense and cold, was sitting in front of you, staring at you with nothing in his icy blue eyes other than tenderness.

When you and Tommy started to be “a thing”, never would you ever thought of it to be serious, you knew his ways with women, or should you say you heard of it. Who didn’t hear it in Birmingham?

Each time you would bump into one another in the streets or in pubs, you would realize how intensely he was eyeing you, he was simply devouring your entire being with his eyes.

You thought of it at first as lust, but the more you got to see each other, the more you noticed he never wanted to get too close to you, to touch you or to talk to you more than needed.

He just wanted to stare, as if you were some kind of piece of art from which he tried to discover its most deep and unknown truths.

You would pay anyone in the world to know what was in his mind during those hours he would spend watching you do paperwork, but you could only imagine, and you let yourself believe he was simply proud of you, for taking charge when you judged he was working too much.

If only you’d be in his mind, you would understand that Tom was no more than bewitched by you, each of your moves ignited something in him he could never recall, because each time he would see you, you would bring him something different, you would make him feel different in the most pleasing way.

He felt accepted, welcomed and loved around you, he felt like he belonged. And that was huge for a man like him to be able to feel that.

Normally, he wasn’t the type to feel things, but here he was, his skin burning like hot coals whenever your sharp eyes would cut him like razors would. The only difference being that the scars you would leave on him would instantly get healed by the warm embrace your simple presence would bring him.

You were indeed a piece of art to Tommy, and even if he would never be able to put words on how your beauty and grace burnt down the earth beneath his feet, he was still able to make you feel some tenderness through his glassy eyes, it was his way of telling you he loved you, and that he was grateful for having someone that cared about his health.

You were his most precious thing, an art signed by Shelby that he will keep close for as long as you will want him still.

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