#(fuck soobin)

[hyukqi]

size training with soobin !!! 😵‍💫

(lawd help me im lightheaded just by imagining it)

soobin lying back against the headboard with one hand brushing his messy hair back and the other with a loose grip on your waist. sweat dripping down his forehead while he has an cocky smile across his face scanning your body up and down as you straddle his hips. whimpering quietly “b-bin…” while he coos softly “shhh.. come on pretty girl, you can take it, can you?” >_<

lifting your hips to align his cockhead with your sopping entrance, feeling overwhelmed with his intimidating demeanor that turns you oh so subby for him !!! gasping with short “ah”s and “hnn..!!”s while you sink down on him feeling his thick, long, girthy cock scrape your insides… he’s too big you can barely take his tip in!!

“too much…” with sobs pouring from your mouth and tears pooling in your eyes before they drip onto his toned body. “so good for me baby… it can fit ‘m promise, tight pussy ‘s sucking on it so well…” soobin murmurs enamored by how fucking hot you look forcing your pretty pussy down his massive cock. god he’s so soft with you but at the same time you want to wipe off his stupid smirk that revels in your desperation.

going so dumb on his cock shuddering once you sink down completely, moaning loudly at his girth rubbing against your gummy walls and tip resting right against that one bundle of nerves <33 god you might as well see his bulge protruding your stomach. “fuck… good girl… my good girl.. so small and tiny” lips pressed against your neck, behind your ear, and trailing to your jaw..

hah… he’s such a boob guy so soobin would definitely massage your breasts mouthing at your nipples while you ride him !! sloppily rutting against him and lifting your hips just to slam down on his huge cock leaving you both in shambles but only one grows increasingly desperate “nnnghh~~!! b-bin… soobin… p-please just ah!” soobin softly biting your nipples with his hands guiding you down and him thrusting upward at the same time making you arch back in sweet pleasure @_@

what a stupid baby you are… babbling incoherent whines and moans while he puts in all the effort into molding you into his personal cocksleeve. so so dumb for him and his big cock that you end up cumming too quickly with your juices gushing out from under, coating him with your sticky mess <333 and if you thought you were done, you are so wrong !!!

“came so fast already.. you can give me another, mm?” soobin suddenly pushing you down and hovering over with your legs hooked on his shoulders. sounds of skin smacking fill up the entire room while he deliciously ruts his dick against your pussy with eyes closed to concentrate on fucking his girlfriend dumb.

he still has yet to cum too yknow?

[tubattutu]

ׂ╰┈➤steam and skin

warnings: shower sex, blowjob + handjob, nicknames (baby, bunny), softdom!soobin, public sex..?, i think that’s all

a/n: made this bc i’m currently in my soobin hours and i miss him ☹️ also i wanna write for taehyun but my mind is literally blank so don’t be scared to send in taehyun asks !!!!

“ah- s-shit b-bunny..” soobin let out a cute whimper, his back pressed against the cold tile wall of the shower as his head leaned back, exposing his adams apple.

your hand stroked what you couldn’t take, moaning against his stiff cock that was in your warm, wet mouth, looking up at him sweetly and innocently as you bobbed your head up and down. the water cascaded over you both as you sat on your knees, watching his already fucked out expression.

you were almost 100% sure his other members could hear soobin letting out whines and whimpers and moans from your actions, there was no way they couldn’t. soobin had been attempting to stay quiet but he simply just let go and gave up.

“just like that baby..” he managed out, his breath a bit laboured. he felt closer and closer to his sweet orgasm the more you continued, his pretty, perfect lips parted with the cutest moans and whimpers slipping from them. he didn’t even try to be quiet at this point. his hand reached down to rest on your head, his fingers holding onto your now wet hair as you felt his cock slightly twitch inside your mouth, signalling that he was close.

you pull away, pulling out a whine in confusion from soobin before you started stroking his stiff cock, pointing his tip into your mouth and on your tongue, your hand going quickly up and down his hard cock. “f-fuck—b-baby-!” soobin cried out, his breath coming out in soft, small gasps as the knot in his tummy tightened.

you stroke him faster if even possible, his cock finally erupting in big spurts of cum shooting onto your tongue and into your mouth, some even landing on your upper lip.

you hum in satisfaction, stroking out the last few drops of cum leaking from his cock and licking it off his slit before swallowing it all, soobins legs slightly weak as he panted. he helped you to stand back up, both of you smiling as he leaned in and kissed your lips.

“i’m not done with you yet by the way”

[spookyji]

politely… he needs to change careers to professional husband

[taegimood]

thinking of subby switch soobin getting fed up with being edged to outer space for the last 45 minutes, you calling him your big dumb bunny as he whines underneath you — “so much bigger than me and still can’t do anything but lay there and take it” — and in his desperation he decides he’s had enough.

flipping you over onto your back with a strength you should’ve expected him to possess, your thighs slung over his and your hips pressed down against the mattress as his giant hands grip tightly onto your waist, and without hesitation he’s pistoning in and out of you like a madman — making you squeal and moan at the sudden shift as you quickly grab onto the sheets to keep yourself from jolting up the bed from the force of his thrusts.

he’s panting and breathless and desperate; “still a dumb bunny? huh? still a big dumb bunny?” and you can’t even formulate a single response as you go slack-jawed from the way he’s completely rocking your shit.

fucking into you fast and deep, all messy and on the verge of letting go himself as he continues his breathless babbling, “dumb bunny fucking you so good, huh, can’t even speak? gonna make you cum? gonna cum on your big bunny’s cock even though he’s just so stupid?”

he’s now not only degrading you but degrading himself at this point, and all you can do is moan for him, gasping out his name as he takes you how he wants, fat cock bulging in your tummy as he cums hard, collapsing on top of you and filling you up for what feels like forever with his huge load as you clench and tremble around him in your own mind-numbing climax.

“soobin, what the- holy fuck.”

you’re panting, staring up at the ceiling in disbelief as your boyfriend’s large frame lays draped over you, his own heavy breaths hot against your neck.

he lifts his head tiredly with a sheepish smile; “sorry,” he breathes, but you know that he isn’t.

“soobin. i’m pretty sure that was one of the hottest things you’ve ever done and i’d definitely be lying if i said i wasn’t still insanely turned on right now.”

and from the flicker in his eyes and the way his cock twitches inside you, you can tell that he doesn’t mind that one bit.

all i’m saying is that soobin sure seems to live up to the stigma around rabbits and how they breed like crazy ‘cause 😗

[bamgeut]

daily soobin until he returns [66/?]

[yeonzzzn]

user yeonzzzn was found fucking dead

[holocene-sims]

next // previous

june 3, 2022 5:05 p.m. casbah gallery

[henry] hey, i wanted to thank you. this wouldn’t have been possible without you.

[cerise] oh, i didn’t do much, just poked around my contacts until i found someone with an open gallery space. you did all the talking and organizing, and grant was the one to approach me for help.

[henry] either way, my mom and i aren’t involved in the highbrow art scene anymore. it wouldn’t have been easy for us to find someone and then get them on board. there are lots of artists and not a lot of gallery space. but you know people, you have some sway, you felt like you owed grant a favor, and he called it in for me, so that’s all unusually convenient.

[cerise] well, you're very welcome. i'm happy i could be useful!

[soobin] by the way, where is your brother–never mind, there he is!

[grant] hi! i'm sorry i'm just arriving now! not that you need an explanation, but i will give you one anyway. i had to go home and change clothes after my visit with therapist, and i hit rush hour traffic coming back this way. did i miss anything?

[henry] oh no, you’re three minutes past opening! horrible news, they’ve removed all the art already. absolutely all the art. you missed everything.

[grant] darn, i guess i fucked up big time. i guess i'll just have to look at all this “definitely not art” stuff on the walls instead.

[henry] no, but you really haven’t missed anything. my mom hasn’t even come out to start schmoozing yet. she’s, uh, somewhere.

[soobin] she said she was going to meet someone and walk them over here because they weren’t sure where to go. she’ll be back soon.

[grant] oh, okay, okay, got it! i was wondering where she was so i could go say hi. she is, for all intents and purposes, the star tonight, in lieu of resident artist.

[grant] have you guys done the big tour of the room yet?

[henry] cerise has, soobin and i haven’t. to be honest, i was waiting for you. i'm beyond happy to see my dad’s art out of storage and displayed somewhere nice, but…

[grant] but it’s emotionally intense to go and look at each piece up close?

[henry] exactly. i could use another emotional support figure before doing it. i haven’t seen any of these paintings in almost a decade. i mean, yes, i saw them when i helped my mom pack up her house and when we transported the paintings here a few weeks ago, but that’s different. that’s just glancing in their direction.

[henry] you know me, i don’t cry, but if i could, i would. it feels like i'm saying goodbye to my dad a second time.

[grant] well, it's perfectly fine if you do cry.

[henry] also, i thanked cerise, but i should thank you for the billionth time, too. thank you for helping us save my dad’s art. we’ve had room to keep it all because we’ve had my dad’s studio room to store it, even after he passed, but my mom can’t take everything with her to the new house.

[soobin] we would have tried, but we don't have the space now, and we won't down the line either because we agreed to move in with her in korea.

[henry] and no one else we know has room to take anything other than a favorite piece or two, so it was sell it or try to display it somewhere. you know all this, though.

[grant] ah now, we couldn’t sell it, could we? your dad was fond of ranting about the "evils" of private collecting.

[henry] right. my mom briefly considered it, but it felt wrong. he really was a big believer in “art is for the public.” she also considered just renting some kind of space to store it again, but that felt wrong, too. all these years, it was at least in the room where he loved to paint. shoving it all in a storage unit seems cruel. his work deserves more respect than that. it should be seen.

[henry] trying to get it displayed was the dream, but it felt entirely like a pipe dream for a while. so, yeah, thanks for being on the same page about it and doing what you could to make the dream come true.

[grant] you don’t have to thank me. i know how terribly it hurts to lose the last reminders you have of someone you love. i want you to have his art preserved.

[imrllytootiredforthis]

OMG CY IMMTHINKING thinking about fucking soobie or seungmin (cause those are both my biases) with a dildo that squirts fake cum, you'd be fucking them ofc and they'd be unaware, then before they cum you yk idk push the button or smth and "cum" in them and they squirt☹️☹️ idek like it was a bit inspired by you and that other person talking about having a dick🤲🏾

no bc i might be a tiny little bit obsessed with breeding and cumplay-like😵‍💫 (i am sincerely sorry for my filthy thoughts)

fucking them with one of those, them completely unaware of the fact. as loud as they usually are, clutching at your shoulders and trying to pull you in for a kiss, threading their fingers through yours because they wanna feel close to you so bad.

legs shaking, whimpering out incomprehensible nonsense from how fucked dumb they are.

until they're about to cum.

"Deeper-deeper, please fuck me deeper, i need it!"

the smirk curling at your lips, with a particular harsh thrust and a significantly loud gasp they're clawing at your back. "want me further in you? want me fucking you full of me, of my cum? wanna be full of my babies? huh-make you a mommy?"

they'd probably lose they're fucking mind at your little 'surprise', cumming harder than they've ever in their entire life. eyes crossing, watering, crying, back arching, clutching at you, trying to stay sane as you fill them up.

they'd watch so closely too when you pull out. watching, going completely hard again at the sight of it leaking out of them, using their fingers to push it back in, or even better, your fingers to fuck it back in. perhaps using it as lube to finger them until they cum one more time. even as they'd whine all the while, deliriously telling you to be careful, not wanting to waste a single drop of it.

putting a plug in afterwards to keep everything inside, they could go about their entire day like this, feeling warm and horny. knowing that they're filled to the brim with your love.

[snowbaamgyu]

not only Soobin but Kai also looked under the weather at that interview, he was sweating and overall looked sick too, Beomgyu was by his side doing everything he could to help him, Yeonjun looked like he wanted to cry, Taehyun seemed tired too, still pushing himself for their leader

they are all exhausted, burnt out, they need proper rest omg, how bad is it that Soobin can't attend even future schedules? Soobin, the one who takes a lot of vitamins and takes care of his body as best as he can, Soobin who never skipped a schedule? and hybe didn't say anything until the very last minute, they've had concerts, encores, promotions, and then more events it's not enjoyable as a job anymore.

let's all wish for them to be able to rest, that Soobin feels better soon and takes all the time he needs for him to be healthy again, and also for the rest of the members, they really need to gain their strength back.

[hywi2n]

E no final, meu sonho é igual . . .

[spookyji]

as a society we need more baby trapping soobin pls & thanks 🙏

hehe well this is certainly the right place 4 this <3

kissing away tears as he feels the bulge in your tummy, soobin’s reassuring coos as he smiles down at you, arm caging your vulnerable body under his as he thrusts hard and deep, a low sigh escaping his throat as he stares at your teary face, eyes clenched shut and crying from his cock. sweet darling,,, is it too much? your pussy leaking his cum as his cock pulls out, only to ram deeper back inside, pushing his cum deeper into your abused cunt. tears of pleasure… of tears of fear?

so much semen staining the sheets beneath you, thighs painted in his release, warming your tummy as he sighs, big hand pressing in slightly just to hear your whimpering cry, the pressure too much as his cock twitches in your cunt. and soobin’s never felt more in love, as he presses sweet kisses to your lips, so beautiful when you’re full of his cum, when he knows you’re thoroughly bred with his seed. darling, soobin murmurs, you’re so perfect like this… i’ll make sure you’ll have my baby. and never for a second has soobin hesitated… after all, he knows you’re meant to be with him forever… have his baby, be his, even if you never said you were ready.

shhh, don’t cry, soobin sighs, i’ll take care of you, love. you and our baby, so don’t resist, okay? but he’s a liar… soobin loves your tears. he wants you to cry and whimper you’re not ready yet… because god, he loves the thought of his sweet darling being unprepared and needing him more than anything. his soft lips leaving a sugary kiss to your lips before leaving a trail of kisses down your neck to your soft tits, sighing as he softly sucks on your nipple… and he already can imagine how swollen your tits will be, heavy with milk and needing his help to relieve the weight, your swollen body resting in his arms, so accepting and vulnerable… god, he’d do anything to realize his fantasies. s-soobin, c-can’t—nnngh– take anymore! you cry, feeling his cock twitch, pussy swollen and throbbing with overstimulation, burning with the stretch of his cock, hot, fat tears spilling down your cheeks as soobin suckles your tits, giving each a kiss as he leans over your body once more, cradling your exhausted figure in his arms as he presses kisses to your cheeks… shhh, darling, you can take another, know you can.

and his hard cock ramming into your pussy as you wail, feeling hot spurts of cum fill you to the brim, beyond what you take… and feeling his kisses on your head as he sighs with love and relief… his hand on your tummy as soobin gazes at you with so much love, he’s glowing as he murmurs, pretty, so beautiful, you’re mine… can you feel here, sweetheart? his hand taking yours, holding it against your soft tummy, my baby’s going to grow here… in my beautiful angel. tucking your vulnerable body into his arms and chest, his hand on your tummy, cock nestled in your pussy,,, sweetheart, give me a kiss, tell me you love me, soobin whispers, his lips meeting yours as you comply,,, and he knows his future’s secure as he dreams of the months to come… and makes a mental note to monitor you even more than he does, wanting to be there for your every change. hmm,,, should he lock you up, doll~? should make the decision to protect his cute lover who’s going to carry his child, after all.

(addition). the moment he knows he’s succeeded, toxic, manipulative soobin who sits you on his lap, rubbing circles on your tummy as he buries his face in your hair, darling,,, maybe it’s best if you only ever stay here at home, after all, it’s so… dangerous outside for you and his baby, listen to him? he’ll protect and take care of you <3

[taegimood]

oh for fuck’s sake for fuck’s sake FOR FUCK’S SAKE FUCK I’M ???????? SOOBIN YOU LITERALLY CANNOT DO THIS FUCK PLEASE I’M-

[f4iryfever]

soobin head locking you from behind and fucking the living shit out of you 😵‍💫😵‍💫 and drool just spilling from your mouth onto his biceps, mixed with sweat and it’s all just so messy and hot 😫😫😫

GUYS I NEED HIM SO FREAKING BAD 😩

[yeonzzzn]

user yeonzzzn can’t come to the phone because she’s too busy foaming at the mouth and down on all fours barking like a mf dog over choi soobin

[bows4tyun]

okay but he literally looks so ceo sugar daddy coded in that suit and omg HIS HANDS in the first picture I'm foaming at the mouth

[corrupte3d-mindz]

Blood Brothers

Thomas Shelby x F! Reader

Summary: Thomas is so in love with her and he believes nothing will ever happen to her.

Wordcount: 3.1k

Warnings:

Angst, Death, Blood, Gunshots, Suicide, Graphic Depictions.

Inspiration: Brother Joe — Ole 60

True love—Thomas could remember it like it was just yesterday. Meeting her at the Garrison and going a date was one of the few things that made his life better. The memory of that day was seared into his mind, a bright spot in an otherwise dark existence.

Thomas stood alone in the smoky confines of the Garrison, nursing a glass of whiskey that glinted amber in the dim light. The familiar hum of conversation and the clinking of glasses seemed distant, mere background noise to the memories that had come rushing back unbidden. He thought back to the first date, a night that had set the course of his life on a path he could never have anticipated.

It had been a rare warm evening in Small Heath, Birmingham, the air thick with the promise of summer. Thomas, usually so composed and unflappable, had found himself uncharacteristically nervous. He’d dressed carefully, his suit impeccably tailored, his cap perched at a rakish angle. Yet, as he approached her door, he felt his heart pound in a way it never had, not even in the most perilous of situations.

She had answered the door with a smile that stole his breath away. Her dress, simple yet elegant, accentuated her natural beauty in a way that left him momentarily speechless. He had fumbled for words, his usual eloquence deserting him. “Good evenin’,” he managed, his voice sounding strangely foreign to his own ears.

“Good evening, Thomas,” she had replied, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of amusement and something deeper, something that drew him in like a moth to a flame. “Are you ready for our night out?”

He had nodded, offering his arm with a gallant flourish that felt both archaic and perfectly right. “Shall we?” he said, his nerves momentarily soothed by the touch of her hand on his arm.

They had walked through the bustling streets of Small Heath, the sounds of the city creating a symphony that seemed to underscore the importance of the evening. Thomas had taken her to a small, intimate restaurant, one he knew would provide the perfect backdrop for their first date. The proprietor, an old friend, had greeted them warmly, ensuring they were seated at the best table, tucked away in a quiet corner. As they perused the menu, Thomas found himself sweating, a fine sheen of perspiration gathering at his temples. He cursed inwardly, wishing for the easy confidence he displayed in every other aspect of his life. But here, with her, he felt exposed, vulnerable in a way that both terrified and exhilarated him.

She had seemed to sense his discomfort, her laughter light and musical as she reached across the table to touch his hand. “Thomas, it’s just dinner,” she said, her eyes meeting his with a reassurance that steadied him. “No need to be nervous.”

He had laughed then, a genuine sound that felt like a release. “I know,” he admitted, squeezing her hand gently. “It’s just… I’ve never seen a woman as beautiful as you.”

Her cheeks had flushed a delicate pink, her smile widening. “You flatter me, Mr. Shelby.”

“It’s no flattery,” he had replied earnestly. “Just the truth.”

The evening had unfolded like a dream, each moment etched into his memory with a clarity that defied time. They had talked for hours, sharing stories of their lives, their hopes, and their fears. He learned that she had a sharp wit and a keen intelligence, traits that only deepened his attraction. She, in turn, seemed genuinely interested in his life, his ambitions, and the shadows that sometimes darkened his gaze.

After dinner, they had walked back through the streets, the night air cooling the lingering heat of the day. The city felt different, almost magical, transformed by the connection they had forged. When they reached her door, Thomas had paused, uncertainty flickering in his eyes. He wanted to kiss her, to seal the promise of the night with a touch that would convey everything words could not.

She had smiled, reading his thoughts with an ease that unnerved him. “Goodnight, Thomas,” she said softly, stepping closer. “Thank you for a wonderful evening.”

“Goodnight,” he replied, his voice a low murmur. And then, gathering his courage, he had leaned in, his lips brushing hers in a kiss that was both tender and electric. She had responded with a sweetness that left him breathless, her hand resting gently on his chest.

When they parted, he had looked into her eyes, seeing a future there that both thrilled and terrified him. “I’ll see you again?” he asked, his voice betraying the depth of his desire.

She had nodded, her smile lighting up the darkness. “Yes, Thomas. You will.”

As he walked away, the night closing in around him, Thomas had felt a sense of hope and possibility that had long eluded him. He knew that he had found something rare and precious, something worth fighting for.

Back in the present, Thomas took a deep sip of his whiskey, the burn of the liquor grounding him. He had never been a man to dwell on the past, but tonight, the memories seemed to demand his attention. He thought of the woman who had changed everything, the woman whose love had become the anchor in his tumultuous life.

“Thomas,” a familiar voice broke through his reverie. It was Arthur, his brother, looking at him with a mixture of concern and curiosity. “You all right?”

Thomas nodded, setting his glass down with a decisive clink. “Just thinkin’, Arthur. About the past, and the future.”

Arthur raised an eyebrow, a rare moment of insight crossing his rugged features. “Thinkin’ about her, eh? She’s somethin’ special, that one.”

“Yes, she is,” Thomas agreed, a faint smile touching his lips. “She’s the reason I keep fightin’, keep pushin’ forward.”

Arthur clapped him on the shoulder, his grip firm and reassuring. “Well, you’ve got us behind you, Tommy. Always.”

“I know,” Thomas replied, his voice steady with conviction. “And with her by my side, there’s nothin’ we can’t face.”

As the night wore on, Thomas found a renewed sense of purpose. He knew that the road ahead would be fraught with challenges, but he also knew that he was not alone. With his family and the woman he loved, he was ready to face whatever the future held. For now, he would cherish the memory of their first date, a reminder of the love that had blossomed against all odds. It was a love that had transformed him, given him hope, and made him believe in a future worth fighting for.

And so, as the last patrons filtered out of the Garrison and the bar quieted, Thomas Shelby allowed himself a moment of peace. He raised his glass in a silent toast to the woman who had changed his life, and to the promise of all that was yet to come.

His mind drifted back to the past once again, to the years that had flown by like leaves in the wind. He thought of his children, of the laughter and joy they brought into his life despite the darkness that often surrounded him. The image of their innocent faces brought a rare, genuine smile to his lips. And then, as if conjured by the music, his thoughts turned to her.

A few years had passed since they first started talking about having children, and now, their home echoed with the laughter and cries of two little ones. His heart clenched at the memory of their births, the overwhelming surge of love and responsibility that had washed over him the moment he held them for the first time.

“Tommy?” Her voice, soft and steady, brought him back to the present. She stood a few paces behind him, wrapped in a woolen shawl against the night’s chill. Her presence was a grounding force, a beacon of warmth and stability in his often tumultuous world.

He turned to face her, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips despite the weight on his mind. “What are you doin’ out here, love? It’s cold.”

“I could ask you the same,” she replied, stepping closer. “Couldn’t sleep. Thought I’d find you thinkin’ out here.”

Thomas chuckled, the sound low and rough. “Aye, well, you know me too well.”

She reached out, her hand finding his in the darkness. “What’s on your mind?”

His breathing slowly calmed down and he pulled her in a tight embrace as his hands snaked around her waist. “Just the business, love”

The warmth of her body and the subtle scent of her perfume filled his senses, grounding him in the moment. His hands rested on her stomach, feeling the gentle rise and fall of her breath. She leaned back into him, tilting her head slightly to rest against his shoulder. Thomas could see the soft curve of her neck, an invitation he couldn’t resist. He lowered his head, brushing his lips against her ear, and whispered, "You know I love you, _______”

Her smile was small but genuine, her eyes closing as she savored the closeness. "I know, Thomas," she replied softly, her voice filled with affection. "I love you too."

Thomas tightened his hold on her, pulling her even closer. His hands moved from her waist to her hips, holding her firmly but tenderly. He bent his head further, his breath warm against her skin, and began to place gentle, lingering kisses along the nape of her neck. Each kiss was a silent promise, a testament to the depth of his love and the bond they shared. She shivered slightly under his touch, her hands coming up to rest on top of his. She turned her head just enough so that their cheeks brushed together, her lips tantalizingly close to his. Thomas moved one hand from her hip to her chin, guiding her face towards his. Their lips met in a slow, tender kiss, full of the unspoken emotions that words could never fully capture.

He kissed her deeply, savoring the taste of her lips and the softness of her skin. His other hand remained on her hip, anchoring them both in the moment. She responded with equal fervor, her hands slipping behind her to grip the back of his neck, pulling him even closer. The kiss deepened, growing more passionate as their need for each other intensified. Thomas's hand moved from her chin to cradle her face, his thumb brushing against her cheek. He kissed her with an urgency that spoke of all the times they had been apart, all the dangers they had faced, and all the love that had brought them back together.

She turned in his arms, wanting to face him fully. Their kiss broke only for a moment, their breaths mingling as they gazed into each other's eyes. There was a fire in Thomas’s eyes, a raw intensity that made her heart race. He captured her lips once more, his kiss fervent and consuming.

Thomas sat at his mahogany desk, sorting through papers and signing certain things that needed his signature. It was a task that gnawed at him with the persistence of an old wound.

He strode purposefully towards the storage room, the heels of his polished boots clicking against the wooden floor. The room was dimly lit, shadows pooling in the corners, and the faint smell of old books and dust filled the air. Thomas reached for the heavy black phone mounted on the wall, the cold metal a stark contrast to the warmth of his hand. He dialed the familiar number, each rotation of the dial bringing him closer to the sound of her voice.

"Hello?" Her voice, soft and melodic, crackled through the line.

"It's me," Thomas said, his voice low and steady, the Birmingham lilt unmistakable. "I'll be a bit late tonight. There's something I need to finish here first."

There was a pause on the other end, a hesitation that spoke volumes. "Alright, Tommy. Just be careful, please."

Thomas felt a pang of guilt. She always worried about him, knew the dangers that lurked in every shadow of his world. "I will," he promised, though he knew it was a promise he might not always be able to keep. "I'll see you soon."

"I'll see you soon."

He hung up the phone, the finality of the click resonating in the silence. For a moment, he stood there, his hand lingering on the receiver, his mind drifting back to the days when life was simpler. A song she had sung to him to help him sleep was weaving its way through his thoughts, pulling him back to a time when his only concerns were the next race, the next deal, the next drink. Thomas shook himself from his reverie and turned to the task at hand. He needed to go through the inventory, ensure that everything was accounted for and ready for the next shipment. It was a mundane task, but one that required his meticulous attention to detail.

The old rotary phone in the corner of Thomas Shelby's dimly lit office began to ring. The sound, usually a harbinger of business or bad news, was a jarring intrusion into the rare tranquility he had found that evening. Thomas was in the midst of humming an old gospel hymn he had learned from his sweet, sweet _______ a rare moment of sentimentality for the man known more for his ruthlessness than his piety.

“Nearer, my God, to Thee,” he sang softly, his voice a low rumble that echoed in the sparse room. The hymn was a link to a past long buried under layers of soot and blood, a memory of a simpler time after the war, during the Peaky Blinders, while everything had become so damned complicated.

The phone's incessant ringing persisted, pulling Thomas back to the present. With a sigh, he stood and crossed the room, his footsteps heavy against the worn wooden floor. He glanced at the caller ID, his sharp blue eyes narrowing as he recognized the number. It was the Bobbie’s office.

He picked up the receiver, the cold metal a stark contrast to the warmth of his thoughts. "Thomas Shelby speaking," he said, his voice steady but with an edge of impatience.

The call had come just as dusk was settling, the sky outside painted in hues of deep blue and purple. The voice on the other end, urgent and breathless, delivered news that made his blood run cold. "Mr. Shelby, sir, it's the parsonage... someone broke in. The neighbors heard poppin’…”

Before the lady on the other end could finish, Thomas felt his knees buckle. He clutched the edge of his desk for support, the world around him spinning. "Caught him... two broken locks and three little bodies... and _______”

My sweet, sweet _______

The receiver slipped from his grasp, clattering to the floor. For a moment, he stood there, paralyzed by the weight of the words that hung in the air. His mind raced, memories of her laughter, her touch, her warmth, flooding him like a tidal wave. The image of her lifeless body, of the innocent children who had been in the wrong place at the wrong time, seared into his consciousness.

With a guttural cry, Thomas sank to his knees, his hands gripping the edge of the desk as he fought to regain control. The room felt stifling, the air thick with a suffocating silence. He took a deep breath, forcing himself to stand, to think, to act.

The caller on the phone spoke once more; “Were sending a Bobbie to come talk to you…” The line went silent.

Thomas Shelby sat alone in his dimly lit office, the weight of the world pressing down on his shoulders. The events of the past few hours had taken their toll on him, and he found himself at a crossroads, unsure of which path to take. The image of his wife, _______, lying lifeless on the ground flashed before his eyes, and he clenched his fists in anger and frustration.

He knew that he was a man that would hurt anyone but circumstances had pushed him to the brink. He believed that he needed to leave a bullet in a man's head to set things right, to protect his family and his empire. He knew that come the risen sun, it would all be said and done, and he would have to live with the consequences of his actions.

With a heavy heart, Thomas reached for the gun that lay on his desk, its cold steel sending a shiver down his spine. He didn't want to do this, but he felt that he had no choice. Tears welled up in his eyes as he pressed the barrel of the gun against his temple, the weight of his decisions bearing down on him like a ton of bricks.

"Jesus wept," he whispered, the words catching in his throat. What the hell was all this for? He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, steeling himself for what was to come. With a steady hand, he pulled the trigger, the sound of the gunshot echoing through the empty room.

As Thomas fell to the floor, his lifeless body hitting the ground with a thud, his soul began its journey home. Home to his three boys and his sweet _______, the only light in his dark world. His sweet _______, who had stood by him through thick and thin, who had been his rock in times of trouble.

Thomas Shelby was gone, but his legacy would live on, a testament to the man he had been and the choices he had made. And somewhere, in the great beyond, his soul found peace, reunited with those he had lost along the way.

Author’s Notes:

Btw the places he’s in are jumping all over for a reason!

If I ruined your night and that was the plan I’m not sorry. I honestly do recommend listening to what they have out it’s so good. Peace and cheers my babies! Ole’ 60!!