#(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?

[aduh0308]

you're like a fallen star [choi soobin]

kinktober 2024 !! summary: your beautiful, beautiful boyfriend has started to glow around you. genre: smut, p with no plot, non-idol au warnings: alien!soobin, tentacle fucking, ab grinding, vaginal penetration, his saliva is an aphrodisiac, dom!soobin, monster cock soobin lol, unprotected sex, cums inside, kinda soft sex, and then it's not, she calls him 'babe' and 'baby, soobin cums a lot, calls reader "baby" and "pretty girl", nipple play word count: 2.8k 🎧 — starboy (the weeknd) + down bad (taylor swift) + baby dont stop (nct u) + collide (justine skye) taglist: @hanhani29 @kissesmellow21 @little-shiny-starr @inkigayocamman @hkplushier @gyustoenails101 @pombeom @bambammtori @miukuui @warren-thedarkangel @juniesstar an: i have no idea what im doing with this

"Soobin?"

"Yes?"

"Do you have makeup on?"

"...No? Why?"

"You look sparkly."

You watch his expression closely and spy a catch in his breath. "W-what?"

Biting your lip with a confused smile, you shrug. "You look like you're glowing."

It was true— his skin had a shining-from-within look to it, like he'd rubbed the liquid from glow sticks all over himself. It was pretty, just unusual.

"I don't— I'm not— I don't know what you're talking about. I'm not glowing, that's crazy."

Soobin isn't meeting your eyes. Looking everywhere in the room but you, you watch his fidgeting increase. It wasn't like he ever sat still, usually a shake of his leg betraying his otherwise unmoving body. But right now, he's doing a lot more than just that. Messing with his fingers, shaking both legs, your boyfriend is a mess.

"Soobin, why are you being so avoidant?" You hum, scooting closer to him on the couch. Sitting in his living room together, you'd been talking normally just a moment before. His new demeanor was out of the blue.

"I'm not, just saying I'm not glowing, that would be ridiculous, right?" He's looking at you with desperation in his eyes, pretty heart-shaped lips pressed together tight.

You press your hand to his cheek, eyes widening when he flinches away from you. "Will you just tell me what the fuck is going on?"

Soobin looks like he might cry. Running a hand through his blonde hair, he huffs out a sigh. "I didn't want you to find out like this, so stupid..."

"Hey..." You graze your thumb over his cheek. "Just tell me, 'kay? Promise it can't be that big of a deal."

"No, no it is, you're gonna think I'm disgusting, gonna leave me, I didn't wanna tell you!"

You stay quiet, only looking at him in a silent plea to tell you whatever the hell was going on.

"I..-" His voice breaks, and he still won't meet your eyes. "'m not a human.."

"Hm? Speak up, babe."

"I'm not a human."

There are actual tears running down his cheeks now, and you're quick to kiss them away. "What do you mean, not a human?" You whisper against his skin, the salt of his tears on your lips.

"I'm not from Earth," Soobin whispers, and only then does he meet your gaze.

"You're fucking with me," you breathe, because there's no way this can be true. He's telling you he's an alien?

"I'm not.. that's why you think I'm "glowing", it's hard to keep the disguise up."

"Disguise?"

"I... don't actually look like this. Or I do, I guess, to a certain extent, but people from my planet glow more the happier they are. I don't usually have a problem with it, but since I met you, I've been slipping up more and more." He gives you a wry smile at this.

"So you're just, like, a human that glows?" You question, and his cheeks tinge pink.

"Yeah, almost..."

"That's so cute. You're like a fallen star!" You laugh as he goes even more red. "What else is different? I wanna know about you, can't believe you didn't tell me sooner!" you exclaim, seated next to him with your cheek on his chest.

Soobin's cheeks flush again. "You're not weirded out?"

"Not at all. I think it's cute, actually. Now I can tell if you're happy with me," you giggle, and he smiles for a moment before pursing his lips out, as if debating to tell you something else. "Oh, spit it out already."

"Alright, um, there's a... reason we haven't had sex. Because of me being an alien."

Your lips part in surprise. That is not what you expected him to say. "Y-yeah? What is it?"

"I'd honestly rather just show you, if I'm being honest?" You can feel his heart pounding, and try to calm his nervous form by pressing gentle kisses up his neck.

"Go ahead and show me, baby, if you're ready?"

Soobin sits up with a slow exhale. Dragging his shirt up and over his head, your own breath hitches. Oh fuck, he was absolutely beautiful, tanned skin and defined muscle, like he was a statue carved by the gods themselves.

He looks at you expectantly, and you bite your lip, eyes stalling on his body before finally making their way back up to him. "You're fucking insane."

He laughs, breathless. You watch some of the tension ease from his body. "In a good way?"

"In a very good way. I might need to back up if you want me to keep my hands to myself."

"You can touch me in a little... if you still want to," he mumbles, and moves to slide his sweatpants off. You'd be lying if you weren't eyeing him at least just a little in those sweats, and what you saw had you more than a little hot under the collar.

"I think I'll still want to, I can't think of anything that would make me not want to touch you.." you giggle slightly, eyes still on him.

Soobin takes a deep breath, and your eyes blow out wide when you see something long, deep purple, and slick-looking slither out from behind him. Then another, and you finally realize what he meant.

Your boyfriend's got two tentacles, long and thick but tapered off towards the end, and you can't help but wonder how they'd feel inside of you. The places they could reach...

You realize you're openly ogling his body, and swallow quickly. "Why the fuck did you think I wouldn't want you anymore?? You're sexy."

The rest of his tension leaves him entirely and he manages a small smile. "Actually? You're not grossed out?"

"Not at all. Quite the opposite, if I'm being honest..." you hum, and you let out a sharp gasp when one of his tentacles meet your bare skin, resting on your thigh. You giggle slightly. "It's cold!"

Soobin relaxes entirely, leaning back to you, and you press a soft kiss to his lips. "Can't believe you thought I wouldn't like this."

He doesn't respond, only nuzzling into your touch, and you smile in content. "Soobin?"

"Hm?"

"You haven't made out with me either."

He laughs softly, doe-eyes looking up at you from where he laid on your lap. "There's a reason for that, too."

"Which is..?"

"What's the word for something that really makes you wanna have sex? Like gets you really horny?"

"An aphrodisiac?"

"Yeah, that. That's what my saliva does."

Your eyes grow wide for what feels like hundredth time in the last 30 minutes. "You have a fucking aphrodisiac in your mouth??"

He nods, and you bite your lip. "Can I test that out?"

"Only if you want me to fuck you..." The way he says it is lighthearted, but it twists your stomach in a way you haven't felt in months.

"Yes please."

He's on you in seconds, skin glowing so bright you squeeze your eyes shut to avoid getting spots in your vision. Lips meeting yours so fast that it takes your breath away, he's running his hands over you, gently, like he's worried he'll break you.

Soobin's tongue finally meets yours for the first time, and you tingle deliciously, moving so you're straddling his waist. You can feel his stomach tensing beneath you with every one of his exhales. "H-how fast does it take to work?" You pant, drool smeared all around your lips.

Right as he's shrugging, you're hit like a fucking truck. Soobin watches as your pupils blow out and your jaw goes slack, and he bites his lip in surprise when you throw yourself back at him.

"Fuck, fuck, touch me please!" you beg, tears glistening in your eyes.

His skin is on yours and he can feel the temperature of your body, skin hot and glistening with sweat at your neck. You, on the other hand, can only feel need. Pure, unadulterated desire. You're already drenching your panties, you can tell, and when his fingers move underneath your waistband and down to your cunt, his eyes go wide.

"Fuck, I think it's working..." Soobin breathes. Middle and ring finger spreading your slick around your pussy, you let out a whine, face falling to his neck.

"You think?" you hiss, rolling your hips against his palm.

"Want me to fuck you?"

"You're being such a bitch, yes I want you to!"

His hands tug your underwear down your thighs in one swift movement. "You're soaked, baby..."

Straddling his waist, your cunt presses against his skin so perfectly that your breath catches painfully in your throat. Rocking your hips against the lines of muscle underneath his skin feels better than you could've possibly imagined— waves of desire for him spike up your limbs at every twitch of your body.

Something cool meets your hip, contrasting distinctly with the heat of your skin, and your eyes widen. One of Soobin's tentacles rests on your body. It pulls you closer to him, hard enough that your swollen clit is flush to his abs.

"Thought you wanted to fuck me... how desperate, must be really working, if you're trying to get off from my abs alone?" His lips are by your ear, cooing soft words while you're only nodding quickly.

"Yes, please, n-need you so bad, now, please?"

Your pathetic, begging tone gets to his head and he's moving to tug his boxers off while one of his tentacles slowly traces your clit. Soobin's lips twitch in a smile when your whole body jolts in response, hips bucking towards what little touch is being supplied. "Be patient, won't you?" You shake your head and he laughs, forehead pressed to yours. "Don't want to hurt you, don't go doing anything too fast, alright?"

You nod again, gaze dipping when his thumbs catch the hem of his sweatpants. Soobin looks up at you again. "This is a little different too... Don't be grossed out, please, I don't think I could handle that.."

"Won't, promise, just let me see? Need you so bad it hurts."

His boxers are off and on the floor in seconds, and your jaw falls slack.

He's big. Long, but on the skinnier side, with a mushroomed head and his tip flushed a shade that's almost purple.

"Is it... okay?" Soobin exhales, eyes meeting you with such tender anticipation that your heart flutters.

"Fuck... better than okay, fucking insane." You reach to stroke him once, and his head rocks back momentarily before snapping back up.

"No. Don't, gon' fuck you good, alright?"

Your breath hitches when his hands grip your hips and pull you down onto him. His tip breaches your entrance, and you have to hold onto him for support, because holy shit, he's so big that you can feel him in your stomach. "S-Soobin, don't, don't move, can't take it right now, give me a— hah— give me a second, p-please?"

Soobin nods. His eyes flutter shut and you're so busy watching the expression on his face when your walls convulse around him that you jump in surprise at the feeling of his tentacle on your nipple. It circles your slowly hardening bud, once, twice, again, while you arch your back into the sensation. Soobin lets out a low groan and you realize you've just inadvertently let him farther inside you.

"Go ahead, move now, need more, fuck, give me more, oh fuck!" And he only smiles cutely at you before fucking his hips up into you so fast that you can hear the smacking sounds of your skin on his.

Every single one of his motions does nothing to quench the thirst your body's developed for him in the past 15 minutes. If anything, it only makes it worse, the way he catches your lips with his again. His palm slips from your waist to your backside, cupping the swell of your ass and dragging you up and down on his cock.

"You're so pretty, so fucking pretty..." you gasp out, noticing the way his glow flickers just a little brighter when you sick back down on him. You cup his face in your hands. "All mine, aren't you?"

"All yours, baby, never want you to leave me... stay forever? Please?"

There are tears sparkling in his eyes, you're surprised to see, and you press a soft kiss to his lips again. "Never, promise."

Something in him snaps at that, and he flips you so you're under him. "That's right, isn't it, fuckin you so good you don't need anyone else, do you?"

His tentacle's playing with the puffy bud of your nipple again, and the whimpers that leave your lips are so embarrassing you cover your mouth with a hand. He frowns at the muffled sound, and his other tentacle moves to drag your hand away. "Don't you dare, wanna hear every sound you're making."

The drag of his cock along your throbbing walls makes fresh tears slide their way down your hot cheeks. But they can't satiate the burn in your stomach that craves him closer, the little voice of a chant in the back of your mind, "more, more, more, more..."

And soon you're whispering it, so fucked out on his cock you can barely breath, and your pretty, pretty boyfriend answers all your prayers. Soobin wraps an arm around your waist and draws you up until your back is flush with his chest. He fucks into you at a pace so brutally animalistic that your mouth is hanging open, tongue hanging out of your mouth like some sort of dog.

"Love you so fucking much, gonna fucking marry you, fuck this pretty pussy every night, how'd you like that?" Soobin sucks splotchy, purpling hickeys along the line of your shoulder, then presses soft kisses to the bruising marks.

"Yes p-please, wan— wan' you all the time, not gon' be able to look at you without remembering..."

He lets out a breath of a laugh, and your walls flutter around him helplessly. His tip is kissing your cervix with every forward rock of his hips— it's driving you fucking crazy. The need for him in your body is as ever prominent in your mind as it was before he was even inside you.

The other of his tentacles dips between your legs to toy with your poor swollen clit. The contact makes your legs jolt, a sudden wave of ecstasy winding tendrils up your limbs, and at every rut of his hips towards your shaking form, you find yourself inching towards your peak.

Hands gripping the cushion in the couch, all that's running through your mind is how good he's making you feel. "Soo— baby, gon' cum, don't stop, please?"

"I'd never stop, love you too much for that, now go ahead, cum all over my cock, pretty girl's done so good..."

And you're spasming under him, fat tears rolling down your face, broken whimpers of "fuck, fuck, fuck!" all that you can manage.

Soobin holds you close throughout your orgasm, whispering reassurances in your ear, and you can't help but notice the way his hips are still rutting towards you with increased desperation. His pace has slowed in order to allow you to recover, but the fervor in which he's fucking you with now is nothing short of frantic.

You fuck yourself back against him to try and edge him off the cliff of his own orgasm, taking note of the way his whole torso tenses against you before his hips stutter, warm cum painting your walls. And it's a lot. Rope after rope of his seed filling you up so good, the noise he lets out is nothing short of pornographic as his body trembles from behind you, hands gripping your waist so tight that it's almost bruising.

The moment his cum meets your cunt, the desperation for him in you leaves your body so fast it's surprising. Oh. That must be how he gets the aphrodisiac to go away...

The two of you lay side-to-side on the couch after he pulls out slowly. The white ring of cum around the base of dick is nothing compared to how much leaks out of your abused cunt. He eyes it with a small smile, then presses his forehead to yours. "So you don't think I'm weird?"

You shake your head, eyes glassy and brain foggy. "Not at all. I think you're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen in my life."

Soobin exhales shakily, a small smile tugging the corners of his heart-shaped lips. "Thank god."

His eyes drop again to the way his cum is dripping from your cunt, and the smile turns to more of a smirk. An almost predatory one, that makes your stomach twist.

Lips by your ear, he coos, "So glad, otherwise I would feel a bad about saying that I want to fuck you til you're swollen with my cum, til it's leaking out of you for days after I'm done with you..~"

[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 😗

[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.

[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

[hywi2n]

E no final, meu sonho é igual . . .

[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 😩

[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!!

[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-

[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

[lexawoah13]

LISTEN 🫠🫠🫠

I know I just posted a whole story about Bin devouring you whole but like…🙃

COULD HE BE ANY MORE OF A FUCKING PRINCE!? 😍🥹❤️👑💍

Jesus if Disney doesn’t give him his own live action film

IM COMING FOR THEM! 👊

[jjunieworld]

hey guys so unfortunately this will be the last you will be hearing from me. wips and upcoming projects cancelled.

[huenistar]

still have not recovered from this

[ggyutarist]

im so done with this ass company. soobins sick now?? so sick to the point hes not able to attend any year-end activities?? jesus christ. im not rlly religious but this fucked up company makes me want to pray to god and manifest their downfall.

yes we all get sick sometimes but i think its clear to everyone that soobins sickness isnt any normal one that people get once, twice, thrice in a year.

its sad honestly. what if the constant overworking makes them lose interests in their jobs?? and for soobin to have to go get medical attention just for hybe to give a fuck about his worsening health…

(theyre all in bad health honestly but it looks like they have to go to the damn hospital for hybe to actually believe theyre sick and tired.)

hybe didnt even say anything abt soobin at first. it was a damn japanese program that announced it! the insanity is crazy. “we believe in music” no you fucking dont. you believe in money and have full intentions of milking it all from your idols. are they even seen as idols, let alone HUMANS, in that crazy shit called hybe?

this company is so doomed. right from the very start.

[sseishiross]

i decided to pay attention to enha for awhile cause of the cb so who was gonna tell me in my time away SOOBIN WENT BLONDE AGAIN???