#what do you peg him for? a non-loving husband?

[local-falsettos-obsession]

There’s definitely been times where Charles just disappears and all the X-men get extremely concerned, because y’know, everyone wants Charles for his telepathy. They all like go on search mission and can’t find him but when they return Charles is just waiting for them in his office and when they ask where he’s been he’s just like

“Erik took me to the Ritz :D”

[spro-o]

i noticed that in your art you referred to gowther as auncle and that had me kicking my feet so may you please spare your nnt gender/sexuality headcanons and fave ships? hope your exams have gone/are going well and that you have a great weekend :D

*laughs evilly* yes,,,, my time to shine,,, >:3

thank you very much for the ask!! indeed i would love to share my queer hcs and favourite ships for the gang!!

hcs (heads up, some references to horny preferences)

Meliodas:

trans man (he/him) (im not projecting, trust) (lie)

pansexual

he has a very high libido/pervy tendencies, yes, but also an equally strong potential for romantic love - i do think of him as quite the possessive/protective type on a very deep emotional level, he just covers it up by acting like a perv all the time (something something traumatised and doesnt want others to see him caring for people since he fears they will take them away from him)

top-leaning switch and much freakier than his appearances may lead some to believe

Diane:

cis woman (she/her)

bisexual

has definitely kissed elizabeth multiple times on their "girl's nights/sleepovers"

the type to blush and fawn over every woman in existence,,,, and her husband too ig

pegs king on the regular

Ban:

masc-alligned genderqueer (he/they) (not projecting again) (another lie)

bisexual

finds men and women attractive at about an even ratio

he picks his clothing to be so slutty for a reason (queer signalling + hes a sucker for that kind of attention, though he might act like he doesnt care) (he cares most when said attention comes from meliodas, which is affirmed every time mel takes the chance to feel him up)

bottom-leaning switch and the most masochistic masochist you ever will meet

King:

cis man (he/him)

bisexual (god damn all these bitches bi ‼️‼️)

i think we all know how king discovered his like of men (,,, cough,, helbram,,)

yeah helbram definitely pull a couple of those 'leaning in for a kiss/doing some other gay shit' stunts as a joke and was like haha got you and king was just sat there, bright red, blood streaming down his nose

denied these stunts had any effect on him whatsoever

gets pegged by diane on the regular

Gowther:

non-binary (they/them) (intersex??? i mean, theyre a doll, probably got interchangeable parts lmao)

demisexual and demiromantic gay/queer

they dont really have a specific label to describe what genders theyre attracted to, its just sorta 'anything goes if we vibe', and its gay either way, so they keep it broad

as mentioned, theyre referred to by gender-neutral titles, but dont mind the occasional "miss ma'am" for comedic effect

tends to prefer bottoming, but not exclusively

Merlin:

nb trans woman (she/they)

aro-spec lesbian

shes never had much luck or want for romantic relationships but has definitely had her fair share of thotin around with women

very skilled at rizzing up said women, but its really a 50/50 whether shes doing so to get someone laid or to acquire her next social-experiment subject (whom she will also probably dick down later, who knows)

Escanor:

cis man,,,, he/him

straight,,

sorry yall, gotta have the token straight ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

tho i do hc as being aware of the fact that merlin wont return his feelings, but having accepted that, so all the poetry he writes for her is more of a sign of appreciation of her as a friend, and not as an attempt to hit on her

Bonus!!

Elizabeth:

cis woman (she/her)

pansexual

the type to have gotten so so many crushes when she was younger,,, finding everyone really attractive and charming, and as a result being the most easily flustered person ever

as each sin rejoined the group, shed have her mandatory moment of "oh god,,,, its another very very hot/attractive person"

switch, but very gentle and caring no matter the position

Elaine:

demigirl (she/they)

sapphic

very easily flustered (extremely weak for elizabeth)

pillow princessing all over the place

Zeldris:

non-binary (he/they/xe)

bisexual, with a preference for women

tends to be pretty resistant to flirtatious remarks and whatnot, but is the absolute weakest when its from gelda (professional simp /pos)

,,,, also a massive bottom, but i digest

Gelda:

trans woman (she/her, also doesnt mind they/them)

demiromantic bisexual

knows exactly the effect she has on zeldris, but loves pretending she has no idea

shell say "oh, sorry just need to grad a book from the shelf behind you" and then get her boobs as close to zel's face as possible without making skin contact, and stay there until xe's gone bright red

hung

ships:

Melban - obviously, this one goes kinda goes without saying for me. i absolutely love the dynamic between these two, and their shared history as well. they are both very much sick in the head and have so many issues they each struggle with, but at the same time they cant take anything seriously. there are countless interactions between them which are just so so homoerotic, if not just really sweet. these two quite literally will go to hell and back for the other without a second thought, and i adore that (say its bros bein dude all you want, you cant convince me they didnt fuck in purgatory and on many other occasions)

Elilaine - theyre like melban but less punchy, more of the "normal about expressing love for the other". i know there arent many deep interactions between Elizabeth and Elaine, but i just, once again, think that they have a really adorable dynamic and would just make for the most lovely couple (with equally deceivingly harmless looks, but very much the potential to whoop ass if need be)

Geldris - these two, despite canonically being just a straight couple, are one of the most queer duos in the damn series,,, they just are, man, idk. big fan of them both being very gothic and stuff, and obviously im a sucker for how much zeldris buckles at the knees for anything gelda does,,, love them

Hendreyfus - old,,, old man yaoi my beloved (i just think theyre really adorable and are like and old married couple - very cutes!!) (also yeah old men)

i also do love the rarepair (? polycule) of all time, that being melban x elilaine,,, we should have seen more interactions between mel and elaine, and between ellie and ban!! they definitely got up to all sorts of stuff, i just know it

anyways!! thank you very much for the ask!! thankfully i only have one more exam left on monday and then im free from those :,) i hope you have a lovely day!! :D

[gr4yk]

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Hello! I'm Gray, a writer and comic artist with a couple published works. Right now, I'm opening fan-fiction requests! Read the rules below the cut, drop your request in my inbox and I might write it and post it on AO3. Hate it? Welp, no money lost there. Love it? Great! Consider tipping me through Ko-fi! That's all!

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I'm most likely to write for whatever's in bold. If you don't see a fandom in there but still want to see me write a fic for it, feel free to inbox me asking if I've seen it before sending a request in! Same goes for ships. I've too many things on there to list my ship preferences, so feel free to inquire about those too.

What I WON'T write:

Outright smut. Trust me, I won't do it right. SLIGHT foreplay and fade-to-blacks work fine though.

Pedophilia and Adult/Minor ships, incest, non-con, dub-con and other such bullshit.

Fics for media I'm unfamiliar with.

Anything I'm uncomfortable with.

Mulit-chap fics. ( Unless I feel like it )

What I WILL write:

Shipfics, even for ships I'm not into.

Platonic, familial, antagonistic, queerplatonic relationships and whatever else.

Fics where a character develops in one way or the other.

Fics where a character devolves.

Fix-its. ( Especially for BBC Merlin. )

First and third-person fics ( but third person is preferred ).

Here's a sample of my writing in the form of a quick mini-fic.

She was an Opera Singer. Shoddy but blessed with the luck of a thousand clovers. He was an architect. Top of the line. Designed the very site of their demise. I met them both on the same day. They didn’t seem to know one another and yet the glint in her eyes was so in-tune with his that I first pegged them for lovers.  I’m here to assure you they were certainly not. She had a husband that wasn’t him, and he had a wife that wasn’t her. It just so happened that they were in a similar predicament. Coincidentally. Otherwise there’s no way they would’ve come to me.  I took care of it at a fair price: a couple of dollars and two lifelong friendships. Lifelong for them, that is. My life's still ongoing.  It was throughout the span of that friendship with me that something not particularly favourable had blossomed betwixt them. A ponderable passion. It was nothing sensual or emotional, but maybe spiritual– it was like they were both part of something the rest of the world wasn’t in on.  You know– one day she came up to me and she said something to the effect of... “I wish we’d both just disappear together”  But also without one another.  Her eyes told me the latter bit.  I didn’t expect them to go out like that, though. Definitely not. I didn’t even know she could sew! Oh and with that joint will, too, no less! How ironic.  Somehow, they look happier this way.  But, what do I know, right?  I’m nothing but a humble apothecary, really, nothing more.  That’s all I can tell you — because it’s all I know. So won’t you go on with that marvel of a will now? It’s getting late. 

I'd recommend only tipping after you see the fic just to make sure you didn't send money out for something you don't like. This is also because I reserve the right not to fulfill every single request. So the only way to be sure it'll come through is to wait 'till the fic is up!

[liam-an-siorc]

BBC Ghosts pirate au?? Hmm?? Yes?? 🤷‍♂️🤷‍♂️🤷‍♂️🤷‍♂️???

Note: They are all alive at the same time like how they are as ghosts if you get what I mean

Robin: running away from a bear one day during a storm he runs to the doc and hides inside a ship that's tied up there because the bear is sceard of the water Robin is scared to go back on land after the storm ends because there might be bear so decides to take this ship he lives there for a year stealing from navy ships to survive

Humphrey: same sort of thing his thing with his wife happen but not catholic plot because different era but he gets blamed for it and runs out he runs to the doc and it’s spotted by a pirate going by who is robin, robin decides to help he but Humphrey is injured he has a scar on the back of his neck from this and now has a peg leg but robin helped him and he survived (peg leg and scar trying to represent how it is for him with the head cut off)

Mary: Accused of killing her husband and stealing from the town she’s thrown in jail and is going to be executed but her “friend” Annie breaks her out so they run away and find there way onto robins ship then later when we have more ghosts Annie and her get married !!! It’s one of them gay marriage on pirate ship things yes

Kitty: Polly (if you remember she was mentioned in Kittys death episode) is convinced Eleanore is going to murder kitty for the inheritance to tells kitty this kitty dose not believe her until kitty gets bitten by a non deadly spider and gets lightly poisoned from this Polly thinks this was Eleanore so when kitty wakes she tells her they need to go immediately kittys listens because she’s not fully in her mind and gose with her Polly sees robins boat passing and asked them to take kitty, kitty confused gose on the boat and Polly runs back (yeah i didn’t know how to do that one because kitty would not believe her sister wanted to kill her also ik Eleanore did not kill Kitty but in this it’s what Polly though)

Thomas: Similar thing to kitty he finds out about Francis wanting to kill him and foraging the letters so tried to get out because he was scared he would try again he made his way to the ship with or without Isabell you can chose if you want canon as we can be or happy ness

Fanny: I dont know she finds her husband cheating znd it breaks her mask a following the "ladylike" rules and so she decided fuck it I'm a pirate now I'm going to steal from stupid rich men who think I'm not clever and are less then them because of my gender but she's still quite strict bc can't take her character

The captian: Part of the navy yes ik he dose not like the navy but you understand why yes? So anyway part of navy his love havers leaves for some big battle or something he think he died but he did not but then there gay love is reveled and they run away and join the crew where they have a gaygay homosexual gay pirate wedding like Annie and Mary did to they find them married and stop hiding snd get married themselves I refuse to stick to Canon for the gays so sorry

Pat: I can't think of a way he would ever choose to leave his family so making alot of stuff up so same sort of carry on happens a child injures him badly and he passes out close to shore the kids are lids and afraid so they run off then Pat is found by the crew and they try to help him but the police ofthe time see and try kill them all so then they run with Pat and get away but then police are looking for then so they can't go back there so Pat cant go back bc he will be killed

Julian: Gets drunk ends up on the ship

Mike and Alison don't have anywhere to live they end up on a ship

If they are conterdicting eachother then I'm sorry this was in drafts for ages kept coming back to it and going away and also if its not fully historical accurate I am sorry this is only for fun

[wizardfrog69]

Decay of the Angel

Part ii

Key

♡ = headcanon

☆ = oneshot

♤ = more then one chapter

Genres

♱ = angst

❀ = fluff

✉ = suggestive/sfw

☾ = nsfw

˙ᵕ˙ = platonic

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷Fyodor Dostoevsky

Comforting you after/during a sensory overload ♡❀

Crocheting/knitting hobby ♡❀

What being in a relationship with him feels like ♡❀

Hand kink ♡☾

Halloween costumes ♡❀

Happy Halloween ♡❀

No nut November ♡❀

Christmas gifts ♡❀

Name ☆♱

Did you have a nice dream? ☆☾

I want everyone to know you're mine ☆✉

I hate you because I love you ☆❀

I don't know what title to give this so here is a random song, hope you enjoy the song which is in no way relevant to the thing I'm about to write ♡❀☾

Your brother wants to kill me ♤i❀

Overprotective ♤ii❀

To be in love with another man ☆♱

To die in your arms is like to die in heaven ☆♱

An unhealthy obsession ☆♱

Sick s/o ♡❀

S/o with pmdd ♡❀

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷Nikolai Gogol

Comforting you after/during a sensory overload ♡❀

Crocheting/knitting hobby ♡❀

What being in a relationship with him feels like ♡❀

Hand kink ♡☾

Halloween costumes ♡❀

Happy Halloween ♡❀

No nut November ♡❀

Christmas gifts ♡❀

Autistic reader headcannons ♡❀

Did you have a nice dream? ☆☾

An origami dove ♡❀

Nikolai Babysitter ♡❀

reader with a personality of scar from lion king ♡❀

Sick s/o ♡❀

S/o with pmdd ♡❀

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷Sigma

What he would cheat of you with ♡❀

Comforting you after/during a sensory overload ♡❀

Crocheting/knitting hobby ♡❀

Hand kink ♡☾

Halloween costumes ♡❀

Happy Halloween ♡❀

Christmas gifts ♡❀

Asexual reader ♡❀

Hobbies ♡❀

Falling in love with a coworker ☆❀

Celebrating Sigma's birthday ☆❀

Reader is touch starved ♡❀

Teach me to dance ♤i.i❀

Masquerade ♤i.ii❀

Reader who is shy and loves physical affection ♡❀

Nsfw headcannons ♡☾

Reader with pear shaped body (sfw+nsfw) ♡❀☾

What to choose ♤ii.i♱

The right choice is always wrong ♤ii.ii♱

False choice ♤ii.ii♱

I love you and your body (sfw+nsfw) ♡❀☾

Poker ☆❀

To be deadly ♡❀

Non-binary reader who had top surgery ☆❀

Fuck me ♡☾

Did you have a nice dream? ☆☾

Will you marry me? ☆❀

Please don't leave me ☆♱

I want to see you with my child inside of you ☆☾

Amnesia ☆❀

Peg sigma 2023 ☆☾

Would you still love me if I were a worm ☆❀

A little brat ☆☾

I want everyone to know you're mine ☆✉

Ghost ☆❀

I love your smile ☆❀

Ignore him ☆❀

What do I get when I win? ☆☾

I guess I have to give you your prize ☆☾

Artist ♡❀

Heights ☆❀

Balcony picnic ☆❀

To be in love with another man ♤iii.i♱

Alternative ending ♤iii.ii❀

Hey! Its you ☆❀

Rejection ☆♱

Stripper ☆❀˙ᵕ˙

From jealous to insecure ♡❀

Take a hint ☆❀

It's okay ☆❀

First time ♡❀

Calling him sir/manager in bed ♡✉

reader with a personality of scar from lion king ♡❀

Friends ♡❀

Sign language ♡❀

From an abusive home ☆❀

Cock warming ☆✉

Sick s/o ♡❀

Husband Sigma ♡❀

Pregnancy ☆❀

S/o with pmdd ♡❀

I'm scared ☆❀

I'll look away ☆❀

Protecting you ☆❀

[scrivenger-grimgar]

“Are zombie mushrooms legal in your church?”

“Oh, you want to peg?”

“I cast Plague of Rats” -Warlock

“He’s a bottom? (Lenny face)”

“… it’s not a rubber rat room…” -DM

“You were about to be apart of an mpreg fanfic!!” -Druid “I already was!” -Bardbarian

“Roll me a nat20 on slight of mouth.” -DM to Warlock

“Rat rat rat rat rat rat rat” -DM

“(Hesitation)… Buoyant wood…” -DM

“What do you see with your frog eyes, Zoë?” -Warlock “… creatures… ⊙＿⊙”

“We could have an awakened pig for 2 pots of oil!” -Warlock “Barbecue pig!” -Paladin/Fighter “What’s the pig’s AC?” -Bardbarian “it’s ten (unsure) … it’s ten. (conclusive)” -DM

“Tie me to the mast like Jesus and let me nap in the rain!” -Warlock

“Oh yeah, they’re being irradiated!” -DM

“Oh my god I give cancer! First rabies now cancer!” -Druid

“It’s bonkin time!” *proceeds to bonk all over the place* -Bardbarian

“Surely 7 people wouldn’t try to siege our keep!” *proceeds to be sieged*

“This is my father I swear he’s single!” -Druid, about Warlock

About the siege quote, my party has 6 people, all lvl 5: paladin/fighter, kobold artificer, 2 Druids, kobold Bardbarian, and half-elf warlock. We ran into a lion-turtle dragon and warlock only just managed to talk it out of killing us, which gave us 3 months to sweep an entire island of the undead army occupying it or be killed by the lion-turtle.

We managed to get the help of a dragonborn npc.

The first part of sweeping the island is in progress. It has been 3 sessions, 1 per week, and in game it has been 5 minutes.

The only reason we are alive is that we got to surprise attack them. We are fighting 80 skeletons (some with stone armour), and 3 acid slimes.

Only 3 of us actually look like adults. We managed to kill like half the enemies before the others actually left their posts, all because they had the very rational thought that 7 people would not actually siege their keep.

Also, at one point our party consisted entirely of spellcasters. Artificer, 2 warlocks, a Druid, a sorcerer, and a bard. Two of our PCs keep dying in unfortunate accidents.

One of our original artificers tried to open a puzzle cube, but they had been cursed to take double damage to any non-physical attack, and the cube hit them with like 120 psychic damage. The players next character, thalaxodon warlock, got turned to stone and almost sunk our ship bc they suddenly weighed twice as much as before, so they got pushed overboard and sank into the open ocean.

The other PC was killed in the 2nd session, and then their next character got sent to actual hell bc they kept stealing shit while wearing a cursed item.

Our Bardbarian kept eating the diseased slime remains of some guy we killed and almost actually rebirthed him.

Our Bardbarian and artificer both got turned into were-rats.

One of my character’s (half-elf warlock) abilities is “Are My Kids In Danger” which is legit just an insight check to see if my preternatural dad senses are senses bullshit (ie. Bardbarian eating diseased slime again).

Our drow Druid is trans and literally nobody knew but warlock figured out that our sorcerer was a fae shapeshifter within a month.

Literally only drow Druid knows that warlock has a husband and was married by his patron, and that’s only because he’s adopted her and taught her primordial.

Anyways, I love d&d.

[chain-link-smut]

Hello all you Beautiful Beasties! Here is some gentle male bondage and overstimulation between Time and Malon. This was originally a FDxReader fic, but I felt like these two fit the roles perfectly. Hope you enjoy!

"What's your color?" Time didn't answer, only panted. "I need words, love."

He closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths. "Green."

Malon looked her husband over just to make sure he was okay. It was his third time cumming in just under twenty minutes and he was starting to get touchy. The first two times he came, it was while she was riding him and the third was while her mouth was wrapped around him.

His eyes opened again, giving a smile to her. "I'm good, it feels good."

She trusted him to not push himself too far. Rules were set in place for his physical and mental safety. He was required to use his words when asked a question and if he couldn't, then this was stopped. He got to pick a safety word that would be obvious: peaches. If that word was uttered or even sounded like it, she was to untie him.

There was also a non verbal safetie. The deep red, silk, ropes that beautifully wrapped from his shoulders to his wrist had a single quick release knot placed in his hands. If he needed to pull it, the ropes that forced his knees to stay bent and spread apart would be loosened with it.

Malon made it a point to set boundaries because this was supposed to be pleasurable for him even if it was torturous. His absolute nos were pegging and having a gag. His 'we can try it' s were prostate massagers or her fingers in him if you couldn't touch him anymore due to sensitivity.

Getting back into it, she grabbed the larger vibrator and lube. Starting it off slow had him humming, but putting it to one of the higher settings had the ropes groaning and him holding his breath. "Breathe love." she reminded him. He did as he was told and was verbally rewarded.

She allowed him to move his hips up and down to help his climax flow and it didn't take too long. A decent, but smaller amount of white spilled onto his abs. Malon had the idea to lick it up, but he said he wanted to see her handy work when this play was done.

"Green."

"I didn't ask."

"You were about to."

"Brat." He just laughed breathlessly at her, fully amused.

The gaps between cumming and restimulation were now getting shorter. Two minutes tops.

When he hit his sixth time cummimg, he was starting to tremble and wiggle around more. His breathing was quicker and he was keeping his eyes closed. She was impressed by his self control and his desire for more. She thought he was joking when he mentioned wanting to get to ten, but was now thinking he was going beyond that.

Number eight was caused by a smaller vibrater steadily held to the underside of his cock, just below the tip, as well as her licking his shaft and sucking on his heavy balls.

"Please, don't stop!"

"Color?"

"I just said-"

"Color or we stop." She firmly reminded him of the rules.

"Green."

"Good boy." His playful growl made her giggle. "Do you want to try anything?" She saw him hesitate, looking around the room. Running a soothing hand along his leg she added, "You don't have to."

"I uh… I want to try your fingers." The blush on his cheeks went to his ears as well.

Malon crawled up his very warm body and kissed his lips. "No need to be nervous, especially if it feels good." He chased after her sweet lips when she moved away.

After lubing two of her fingers and his entrance, she circled his virgin hole and pushed one finger in. He arched his back off the bed, mouth open.

"Yellow!"

She stopped. "What do you want me to do?"

"Let me adjust to you, please." She didn't dare move, feeling him clench and unclench as he got used to the new intruding feeling. She didn't expect him to just take this kind of play without needing to go slow. "Okay."

Movements were shallow, curling her finger forward, until he was stretched out and she could put the second finger in. Then she scissored her fingers so he wouldn't be in pain later if he chose to use the massager.

Malon knew when she found his set of internal nerves because he jolted and called out her name. "Fuck! Ha-ah, right there!" She wrapped her other hand around him and he hollered. She pushed against his prostate in a way that would cause electrifying pleasure and stroked his cock, forcing his next orgasm in seconds. Pearls of white liquid flowed onto her hand, adding to the lubrication.

He tried to get out of her grip when she brought back the friction to draw out his ninth. He didn't say red, peaches or pull the quick release knot, so the friction continued. She smiled as he screamed and hit number nine. The ropes holding him were groaning from the stress of him pulling against them.

His wife kissed his bent knee, asking, "Color?"

"G-ha. Green. Can…"

"Can what?"

"Massager only… hurts."

"Of course." His cock was a darker red due to the amount of arousal and movement it had so far. No doubt it was painfully throbbing.

He took in the prostate massager easily and withered as it pulsed. He flexed and she got to admire the hills and valleys of his muscles as sweat accumulated on his skin. She licked across his nipples to add to his sensory. He came again and the one following was a few moments after that.

He was no longer screaming, moaning or responding to her actions and she knew he was at his peak of pleasure and that anything more would be actual pain.

Before she could get the toy in him to stop, he pulled the release knot in his hand. The ropes unraveled from his arms and bent legs, and he just let her pull the toy out. He was worse than a leaf in a wind.

She cooed over him as he followed the sound of her voice and tried to get to his side. She helped him and told him how great he did for her. She pepper his face with kisses and removed his tears with her thumb as he hummed into her chest and gave his own sweet kisses to the smooth skin. His hands clung to her just to know she was there.

"Do you want me to get a cloth to clean you up?" He shook his head and pulled her closer to him. At least he could hear what she was asking. She could wait until the rest of his senses came back before getting him cleaned and dressed.

This was the most importants part, aftercare, and Malon was going to do whatever he needed her to do to get over the extreme high he was in after that many climaxes and overwhelming stimulation from her playing. For now it was holding him, scratching his scalp and reassuring him with positivity.

Keep it Naughty you Beautiful Beasties!🖤

[admhawthorne]

My husband was a good man, which was always a problem for us because his goodhearted nature combined with the fact he was clearly the main character in our universe meant everything happened to or about him, which is what ultimately killed him.

I was in labor, and he was rushing to the hospital, but his arch nemesis caught him on the way, and my husband lost the fight because his super over powered armor malfunctioned. His death was a tragedy, and it set up the perfect backstory for my daughter who was born with the same striking pink hair of her father.

As soon as I saw her, I cried, but not out of love. I was terrified for her. Being the main character is a terrible burden, and I had no way to help her through it as her father would’ve been able to do. He could’ve shown her what places, people, and scenarios to avoid so as to not start her main character arc too early in life. He could’ve guided her through at least a normal childhood. I had no chance in helping her. I was always a secondary character.

As it turns out, I worried for nothing.

Her tragic backstory about the death of her father was something she took well and never developed a need to avenge him. In fact, when his nemesis tried to start a running battle with her, she completely misunderstood what he wanted from her, told him she wasn’t interested in buying anything, and left him dumbfounded in the middle of the street.

There were multiple times during grade school she should have been in the middle of a love triangle or a non-sexual harem type situation, but she always seemed to avoid it by either changing after school clubs because she was bored or obliviously getting the other two who would be in the love triangle to date each other.

Over and over again, she unwittingly avoided starting her hero journey because she had no idea what the signs were. If someone came looking for an adventurer to help them, she’d direct them a local guild. When she started manifesting powers, she shrugged them off as annoying and actually didn’t tell anyone but me, so no one has ever pegged her as some kind of chosen one.

She cooks and creates the most extraordinary things that no one has ever tasted or seen before, but only for the two of us because, and I quote, she’s “too lazy to start a business or whatever, and why should I when I could just go to work for 40 hours a week and call it a week? God, owning a business is too much work.”

She’s never liked sports, so her superpowered abilities like her strength and speed are hardly ever used. No one knows she has them, so no one pressures her to use them. A few weeks ago, she found she could actually fly, and the first thing she did was buy a bus pass because flying, she said, would just mess up her clothes and hair.

It has been 25 years now, and it still blows my mind how good she is at accidently not being the main character. I marvel at it every day because almost every day she manages to simply not take the bait the world is throwing at her.

Today, I asked her if she felt as though she were missing out on something in her life since it was obvious she was supposed to be a main character but she was living a secondary, or maybe even a lesser than that, character’s life, and she looked at me like I was the dumbest person she’d ever known.

“Mother,” she said incredulously, “do you really think I’m not the main character?”

I was baffled. I thought it was clear she wasn’t and said as much, pointing to all the times she’d so far obliviously dodged being so.

She rolled her eyes at me and leaned over the table to ask me in a mock conspiratorial voice, “Maybe my main character power is the power to not be the main character. Have you ever thought of that?”

As I leaned back in my chair, dazed by this possibility, she stood up with a bounce and leaned down to kiss my cheek. “I’m headed home. Call me if you need anything,” she called over her shoulder. She yelled out a ‘goodbye’ and a ‘love you’ before the door closed behind her, and I’ve been sitting here in stunned silence ever since.

[red-talisman]

In modern au I see a lot of people portray jc as the house husband. I know he loves his family and he would enjoy that! But I think of jc as someone who would love to work. In canon he is the sect leader, and maybe he doesn't like everything about his job, but I think he enjoys what he does, because he wouldn't be so good otherwise. He has plenty of good qualities that are often overlooked. I imagine him as a vet (he loves animals), or an architect (he builds lotus pier) or a ceo (sect leader). But maybe I'm just projecting too much, lol. I'm the kind of person who needs to work to satisfy themselves. So, lol. Also, I see this in fics where he is with wq. And he is a bottom, but I don't appreciate how this is stereotyped. But Jc is something that can be so personal. What do you think about that?

Personally, I'm more open to a variety of modern AU takes based on how well an author can sell me on it. Like, some of the things you describe seem like more natural or obvious fits for my own interpretation of JC as well, and I tend to default to those in my own unwritten imaginings. But finding a writer who can sell me on a take that I never considered is always a fascinating adventure! It's probably the academic in me being like, "You have A Premise with a high burden of proof but low emotional stakes compared to real-world bullshit? THAT'S SO INTERESTING PLEASE ARGUE IT FOR ME." 🤣

I do agree that JC would go stir-crazy as a kept man, but now that I think about it, I bet there are some LOVELY possibilities to explore a 24-hour D/s dynamic that would keep him very busy AND address some of those delicious vulnerabilities where he's wrapped himself around his own axles and needs some straightening out by one or more loving but very determined partner(s).

Re: bottoming - oof, I feel like men bottoming (who does it, who doesn't, etc) is a weirdly Complicated one in fandom? Especially when it runs up against cultural differences. I find it unfortunate that a fair number of folks confuse bottoming and subbing, and occasionally you get it taken to places which are very OOC even in the context of the fic itself and clearly conforming to some kind of preconceived This Is How Sex Works template. Or, like, certain acts like pegging get written with an uncomfortably (and ironically) patriarchal tone to it in a way that a) flattens what is fundamentally just a sexual activity, no value judgment necessary, and b) an activity with the potential to be explored with nuance, sensitivity, and emotional impact in regards to the genders of the sexual partners involved.

(I mean, it's disingenuous to pretend that pegging and similarly 'subversive' acts don't often come with gender-related baggage for everyone involved, but the question is whether it's done with the intent for mutual empowerment and/or intimacy and/or just the pleasure of it, or if it's done for non-consensual humiliation.)

That said, I'm one of those folks with a serious "get JC railed until he cries with catharsis" fandom bicycle agenda, soooooo. 😂 When I'm in doubt, I always default to looking at the scene in the context of the fic to analyze the perspective from which it's being addressed, and make my personal decision on whether or not I'm the target audience from there.

JC IS INDEED SOMETHING THAT CAN BE SO PERSONAL, UGH, FUCK THIS GUY, LOOK AT ALL THIS RAMBLING FOR AN OTHERWISE STRAIGHTFORWARD ASK

[vinetae]

BTS Min Yoongi Fics Recs List

!Credits to all owners!

Date: October 26th, 2022

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Forbidden - MYG (Smut, Slight Age Gap au!)

Synopsis: you knows you shouldn't do this. You know it's forbidden. But why can't you stop? Why can't you forget him and be his brother's wife like you should be? Why now, of all the times did you decide to want something for the first time in your life?

Genre/warnings: mafia yoongi, yoongi, legal age gap(6 years), forbidden relationship, smut,fluff,angst, unprotected sex,fingering,oral(m receiving),inexperienced reader, mentions of killing, protective yoongi, younger brother's fiance au, deep throating,nipple play, breast play,riding, gun play.

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The One That I Adore - MYG (Smut, Camboy!au, camgirl!au)

Synopsis: When your boyfriend's subscribers get too comfortable, you can't help but be a little bratty.

✿ pairing: camboy!yoongi x camgirl!reader

✿ rating/genre: BTS | 18+ | smut | established relationship | sex work au

✿ word count/date: 2.1k | August 2022

✿ warnings: crying | cunnilingus | dom!yoongi | edging | handcuffs | overstimulation | spit | squirting | sex toys | sex work

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Poison Fruit - MYG (Demon!au, Angst, Smut)

Demon!Yoongi because I wanted it to be a thing. Smut as usual. Shoot me a message or reblog if you want more Demon!AUs for BTS! I’d love to hear from you all! Please take this as a break from your finals ;)

A/n: I actually think I read this. IT. WAS. SO. DAMN. HOT. OMg Yoongi's character is just- *chefs kiss*

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stay (3tan) (m) | myg

title: stay (the weekend, pt. 2)

pairing: 3tan!yoongi x reader(f)

rating/genre: m (18+) ; fluff , smut ; brother’s best friend au, implied age gap au

summary: after almost a whole weekend of misses, you and yoongi finally hit your stride. and after almost a whole year of almosts, you finally capture those moments you’ve been waiting for. 

warnings: cursing, choking, protected sex, penetration, more overthinking, fingering, restraints (his hands), cunnilingus, body worship, spanking, cockwarming, his hands yall don’t say i didn’t warn you, breast play, sl*t mentions, light slapping, …a mirror……., a jk appearance..., min yoongi in general, does fluff count as a warning bc i think it rly should lol

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Bet On It | MYG

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: smut, fluff, enemies to lovers, non-Idol!AU

Rating: M (18+)

Warnings: swearing, kissing, drinking, fingering, getting frisky in a public bathroom, uh i'm gonna say light bondage, dirty talk, oral (f receiving), Yoongi is a blond menace, undercut warning

Word Count: 6.5K

Disclaimer: NSFW, obviously I don’t own BTS - they just inspire me

Summary: What's a little wager between enemies? How about if it's your body on the line?

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Peaches In Bed - MYG

“You have a talent for making Yoongi want the craziest of things. Such as eat sour candy or take a strap up his butt.

Alternatively: A story about how you pegged your husband.”

Pairing: husband!Yoongi x f.Reader

Genre: Smut, married life!AU, domestic!AU

Warnings: sub!Yoongi, dom!Reader, first time trying out pegging, spooning, hand holding, oral (m.recieving), rimjobs, anal fingering, body worshipping, praise, they are in love, Yoongi being a shy cutie

Wordcount: 8.2k

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fwb with bts ♡ yoongi

♡ how yoongi acts as your friend with benefits

⤑ word count: 1k ⤑ pairing: yoongi x fem!reader ⤑ genre: non-idol!au, friends with benefits, smut ⤑ warnings: smut (unprotected sex, mentions of creampies, use of pet name 'baby'); use protection! ⤑ rating: 18+

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Listen - MYG

➤ pairing: yoongi x f. reader

➤ genre: f2l, slight crack, demon au

➤ summary: Your best friend, Yoongi, warned you about using the Ouija Board, but did you listen? No.

➤ wc: 1.4k

➤ warnings: cursing, mentions of stealing your soul, mention of ghosts, use of a ouija board (i did a tiny bit of research but the vibes were off so if anything’s wrong it’s gonna have to be), otome game mention (obey me!), i think that’s it?

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Eargasm - MYG

– synopsis: The idea of having your first ever orgasm by talking to a hot, random stranger through your phone scares the living hell out of you, but maybe it won’t be as bad as you think.

alt: What someone does for a person can be outstanding, sometimes.

↳ Pairing: yoongi x f. reader

↳ rating: 18+

↳ genre: phonesex!au, sexhotline!au

↳ word count: 14k+ (teehee)

↳ warnings: A LOT of dirty talk, age gap but OC is in legal age, college girl!OC, dom!yoongi x sub!OC, virgin OC, possessive yoongi, oral sex (m & f receiving), pronebone, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, breeding, spit play, praise & degradation aka the unholy combination, face slapping, just so much smut but that's my forte

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[angry-geese]

Jujutsu Kaisen Masterlist

I'll continue to update this as I post more. For now, this is what I have

Last updated: 1/11/24

misc/headcanons/multi

what various jjk charachters smell like - characters: nanami, choso, gojo, yuji, megumi, nobara, sukuna, toji - sfw, crack

asking various jjk characters to kill a bug for you - characters: nanami, choso, yuji, sukuna, gojo - sfw, crack, some fluff

video games I think jjk characters would play - characters: nobara, megumi, geto, nanami, yuji, sukuna - sfw, crack

oddly specific crimes i think various jjk characters would commit - characters: nobara, gojo, geto, toji, megumi, mahito, choso

Retail au headcanons - sfw, crack

Rating various jjk men meeting your parents for the first time - characters: nanami, gojo, geto, sukuna, mahito, naoya, toji, choso, ijichi

Taking care of them while they're sick - characters: nanami, gojo, geto, sukuna, naoya, toji, choso

After Hours Masterlist

Gojo/reader/Nanami - nsfw, threesome (f/m/m)

Choso

Spa Day Fluff - sfw, relationship fluff, mention of nudity

To You Someday - sfw, fluff, afab reader

Blood Ties Masterlist - It's just easier to make a separate masterlist since it has quite a few chapters

Absinthe - nsfw, vampire!choso, slight yandere!choso, dark content warning

Dad!choso drabble - sfw, light angst

Roommate au smut - nsfw

Gojo Satoru

Smut Oneshot

Homesick Remedy 18+

Alien Blues - sfw, fluff

My Neighbor the Sorcerer - nsfw, neighbors/modern au, afab reader

My Neighbor the Sorcerer - nsfw, neighbors au, amab reader

Mochi - sfw, domestic fluff, reader and Gojo spend a night at home together after work, afab reader

When We Meet Again - nsfw, established relationship, afab reader

After Dark - nsfw, established relationship, jealous gojo, afab reader

rises the moon - nsfw, makeup sex, afab reader, slight dubcon warning

Ex-husband!Gojo headcanons - nsfw, toxic relationships, gn!reader

Domain - sfw, reader celebrates their birthday with gojo, fem reader

Gaslight Gatekeep Gojo - ex-husband!gojo x reader, nsfw, fem reader

Night Shift - nsfw, not actually unrequited love, one bed trope, fem reader

Sea, Swallow Me - nsfw, ex-husband gojo smut, fem reader

Geto Suguru

Slasher!geto x reader - nsfw, modern au, dark content warning- dubcon, afab reader

Itadori Yuji

Flourescent Adolescent - sfw, flluff

Nanami Kento

Married life smut

fluff Oneshot

Jealous Nanami Smut

Sage - dad!nanami fluff, sfw

OSHA Non Compliance - nsfw, sex pollen smut

Pregnancy Fluff - sfw, afab reader

All That's Left is Us - nsfw, established relationship, afab reader

nanami comforting the reader after a bad day - sfw, gn reader

Naoya Zenin

Naoya x reader - another one i didn't title - nsfw, pegging, femdom

Naoya x reader - nsfw, femdom, shibari

As Blue as Indigo - nsfw, fem reader

Sukuna

Flourescent Adolescent - sfw

Honor Among Thieves 18+, arranged marriage au

Domestic Parenting Fluff aka i didnt title this one - sfw, unhealthy relationship dynamic, pregnancy mention

For Myself - sfw, nsfw mention, sukuna comforting the reader when they're sick

Oddity - sfw, fluff, sukuna taking car of his s/o with a cold, gn!reader

The Definition of Human - sfw, sukuna with an s/o who makes fun of him/is stronger than him

Curses - nsfw, fem reader

"He's a ten but he licks your wounds" - sfw-ish

The Weight - not osha compliant, fem reader

Toji Fushiguro

Smut oneshot - nsfw, face riding, not the healthiest relationship dynamic, fem!reader

modern au smut oneshot - nsfw, age gap-older man/younger woman, fem!reader

Love Bites - nsfw, afab reader

What's a Devil To Do? - nsfw, dub-con, predator/prey

Introspection - nsfw, professor!toji, fem reader

[sweetsweetkpop]

My Lil’ House whore

Genre: Smut

Rating: 18+

Aus/Tropes: Non-idol, Established Relationship, Domestic

Pairing: Sub!Jinyoung x Dom!Fem Reader

WC: 2.7k

Sexual Warnings: Pegging, Toys (Butt plug), Handjob, Nipple Play, Anal Fingering, Oral female receiving, Praising Kink, Aftercare, Fingering, Dirty Talk, Slight Degrading

Notes: This is a request that @crzy-devil has asked for me and I enjoy writing sub idols even though I don’t do it often. I hope you like this one! Enjoy!

Taglist is at the bottom! If you would like to be added, fill out my form that can be found here

You were fresh out of the shower, drying yourself off as you hummed, “Yeah, I’ll be in my office today. I have a meeting at 11, so don’t do anything too loud around that time.”

Jinyoung nodded as he grabbed the iron and the clothes he planned on ironing. You looked over at him before grinning.

Jinyoung nodded as he grabbed the iron and the clothes he planned on ironing. You looked over at him before grinning.

You can’t help but admit that you were happy to stay home to be here with your lovely husband. You usually are stuck at the office, but knowing you can just open your door and be with your lovely husband for a few minutes puts you in a better mood.

A lightbulb went off in your head as you made your way over to him. Your hands reached up and cupped his chest, making him jump.

“Baby-” Jinyoung questioned before he gasped, as you toyed with his nipples, nearly forgetting to move the iron so he wouldn’t burn your clothes.

“ Since I’m home, that means I can play with you more in between work.” You tell him as you pinched his nipples and he pressed his hips against you, making you grin, “ But I won’t be able to take my time like I usually do, so I’ll have to do something different.”

“Something different?” Jinyoung asked as you let go of him for a split second, only to pull his pajama pants down in one swish movement, along with his underwear. You groped his ass just for a little bit, can’t resist grabbing the little peach before placing a quick spank, having him whine.

Jinyoung had to stop ironing as you touched him, knowing he can’t focus whenever your hands are on him. He watched you step away and head to the closet. It didn’t take you long to come back with some lube and a blue-colored plug that you sat on the bed.

You coat your fingers generously before you come back and have your chest pressed against his back. Your fingers circled his rim as your other hand came back to play with his chest. You slipped a finger inside and he sighed.

“ Keep ironing the clothes, love. Don’t let my ministrations distract you.” You tell him as you fingered him slowly. You watched as he slowly ironed the clothes as you fingered him. He had to stop again when you added a second finger and scissored him open. Jinyoung let out a shaky breath as his cock started to leak. You pinched and teased his chest and nipples until you thought he was spread open enough.

You turned to reach the plug, coating just as well as your fingers before you carefully slid the toy inside of him until it was all the way in, “ There you go~ You always look so pretty with that plug in you.” You gave his ass a little smack and he jumped before turning around to look at you.

“ I have to keep this in me all day?”

“Of course you do. Now go ahead and finish what you're doing. I have to get dressed and get ready to clock in for work.” You tell him as you head back to the closet for some clothes as he stared at your back with a blush.

“ Then I’ll bring you some breakfast when I’m finished,” Jinyoung says as he pulls his bottoms back up.

“ I would appreciate that love, thank you”

12:24 pm

Music filled the house. The tune was fun and light-hearted as Jinyoung’s hips swayed from time to time.

His mind focused as he washed the dishes, squinting from time to time to ensure that they got every speck. He didn’t even notice you walking up behind him. He couldn’t see the state of undress you were in as you slowly went behind him, arms wrapping around his waist.

Jinyoung jumped as he looked behind and saw you with a grin, “ Don’t scare me like that.”

You giggled as your hands found themselves on his waist, rubbing circles as he tried to focus back on washing the dishes. He tried to focus on the music and not your wandering hands as they skillfully undo his belt and pants, easily pushing them down as he instinctively spread his legs.

“ Are you wearing your plug today?” You whisper against his ear and he nods as he tries to rinse the pile of dishes he had. You pushed his pants down further until it was gathered at his ankles. You didn’t have to tell him to bend over as you kissed his neck, toying with the plug, enjoying his soft sighs.

You dragged one of your hands up his shirt, fingers dancing over his nipples as the other slowly pulled the plug out of him and smiled at the way he moaned, “ Spread yourself open for me Love.”

You stepped back as he reached behind himself, spreading himself openly as he looked behind and gave a small laugh, “ You already have it?”

He watched you coat the toy generously with lube that you brought out of the room before stepping closer. He felt your chin rest on his shoulder before you slowly pushed inside of him.

“That’s right Jinyoungie~ Take me in completely.” You whisper in his ear and he lets out a shaky breath. He could feel you snug against his prostate as his hands gripped the sink counter. You pulled out of him slowly before slamming back in.

The grip you had on his waist was tight as you kept a steady rhythm as you thrust into him. Every thrust earned you a moan as Jinyoung’s head hung low. His eyes shut and mouth agape.

You didn’t take long to speed up the pace. The sudden change of pace had Jinyoung cry out as a hand reached behind to hold your wrist, but that only made you reach for him and hold the arm behind his back. You held it tight as you looked down, watching the way he took the toy so well.

“ You are a good Lil slut for me. You keep taking me so well. Do you want more? Hm?” You leaned against his back, hips never stopping as you switched the angle to hit his prostate even more and Jinyoung cried out. You released his wrist before your hand moved to wrap around his aching cock that’s been neglected since earlier this morning.

You could feel the precum coat your hand as you moved it in time with your thrust.

“ Cum! Can I cum?! Please?!” Jinyoung begged, legs wobbly as he desperately held on as you thirsted wildly into him. He loved every moment of it. He loved being fucked into abandoned as he felt his cock twitch in your hand.

“ You can cum whenever you want? I’ll take care of you.” You grinned, thumb pressing into his slit and you bottom out inside of him, taking in the way his backbends as he cums into your hand. Cum drips onto the floor from your hand as you pull it back up. You grabbed some paper towel that was nearby to wipe off your hand. You leaned back to kiss his spine as you listened to his breath even.

“ Let’s get you all cleaned up and I’ll clean the floor when we’re done.”

“ I still have to wear the plug?”

“ Of course you do.”

3:17 pm

“W-Wait what are you-” Jinyoung mumbled low as he found your hands groping his body again. You cornered him as he was taking the laundry out of the washing machine and into the dryer. He wanted to put in another load before he started on dinner for tonight.

“ You know I can’t get enough of your love. Think you're up for some more?” You ask him as you rub his hips, patiently waiting for his response.

He turned around so you were facing each other, arms reaching out to wrap around you, “ How can I say no when you always make me feel so good but aren’t you still on the clock?”

“ I finished all my tasks for today and I clock out at 4 pm, so we can make this quick before I have to clock out

You grinned before he leaned down for a kiss that didn’t take too long to get heated, hands gripping at each other and quickly pulling at each other's clothes.

Jinyoung shouldn’t have felt so embarrassed at the position that you put him in, but it didn’t take him long to throw that embarrassment out the window and just focus all his attention on you.

You had him sitting on the edge of the washing machine with his legs spread apart. You removed the same plug and sat it to the side. It wasn’t too hard for you to press back inside of him as his arms wrapped around his shoulders.

Jinyoung’s legs stayed wrapped around your body, keeping you close as you leaned in to kiss him, around his thighs as you thrust into him. You swallowed down every single moan as you fucked into him. You enjoyed the way the washing machine slightly rocked along with you as you moved down to kiss at his neck.

His pants were intoxicating as it only motivated you to fuck him more. You reacted down and wrapped your hand around his length once more, stroking him fast as Jinyoung let go and leaned back. His elbows propped him up and you had to mentally snap a picture of how disheveled your husband looked.

His bangs were sticking to his forehead. His brows were furrowed and his mouth was agape. His cock was moving with each thrust, tip red and leaking in your hand. You watched how his hole pucker as you thrust in and out of him.

You brought up your hand and licked at the precum that coated your hand, “ You're ready to cum already? You can’t stop twitching~”

Jinyoung nods as his legs tighten around your body and it made you laugh as you leaned back down, forehead pressing against his forehead, “ I’m not going anywhere love. I’ll pleasure you until you can’t hold on anymore. Cum for me and let me see you come undone.” You looked into his eyes as you shifted to hit his prostate.

Your hand cupped the back of his neck as you kept eye contact with him until he couldn’t handle it anymore. His eyes shut as he stilled, cumming between your bodies. You looked down between the two of you and giggled, “ I’m glad my meeting was this morning. You got my clothes dirty.”

“I..I’m sorry…I’ll wash it.” Jinyoung leaned in to kiss your cheek and it made you smile.

“ Such a good husband~”

6:48 pm

Work was over and done with and that meant you could spend the rest of the day with your lovely husband. He made your favorite dish for dinner and fed it to you, even though his legs were a little wobbly from another quick fuck before dinner was done.

You were now relaxing in the living room in a robe. You got real cozy after the bath you two took after dinner. You made sure to put in essential oils and some salts as you laid against Jinyoung’s chest. You hoped it would soothe his aching muscles and back after the barrage of sinful acts you two did that day and wanted to properly praise and pamper him after it all. You washed his hair and body before he happily returned the gesture before y’all got and dried each other off.

Jinyoung was finishing some last minute chores as you idly watched the show that was playing on the tv. You were close to drifting off until you heard his voice.

“ Going to sleep already?” Jinyoung spoke from behind you and he watched you lean your head against the back of the couch.

“ Wasn’t intentional. I just felt comfortable and relaxed.” You answer as he makes his way to sit beside you. You could tell just by how he was sitting that there was something on his mind, “ Jinyoung, what is it?”

Jinyoung scooted closer, hand landing on your thigh and your eyes looked down, “ Well…you made me feel really good today and…I just want to return the favor.”

“ Baby you know it makes me feel good just making you cum like that. There’s no reason for y-”

“But I want to…please?” Jinyoung looked up at you and you cupped his face and smiled at him.

“ What did you want to do to me, love? You planned on fucking me the same way I did to you?” You asked him as he shook your head.

“I wanted to taste you.” Jinyoung glanced down and away from your gaze and you grinned.

“ Go ahead, baby. Make me feel good~”

Jinyoung leaned in to kiss your throat and you let him. You loved when he felt confident. His hand gripped at your thigh and you slowly spread your legs for him. His kisses trailed lower, dipping past your collarbone as his hand moved to grab the tie of your robe. He looked up at you and you nodded, watching him pull as the sides of the robe slide to the side.

Jinyoung adjusted his position to be between your legs, face leaning in to quickly place one of your erect nipples into his mouth. He suckled needily as the other hand came up to pinch and pull at the other nipple, making you moan low. It only motivated him as his tongue rolled the bud in his mouth until he let go with a ‘pop’ sound before switching to the other.

Once he had his fill, he kissed down your stomach and down to your thighs. His eyes trailed down to see how you were wet for him and he licked his lips, not wasting any more time as his mouth descended on you.

His lips wrapped around your clit and suckedm, earning him a moan from your lips as his mouth moved and licked a stripe from your entrance and back to your clit, catching some of your wetness on his tongue and he moaned himself.

Your finger reached down to tangle in his hair as he ate you out messily. His mouth was pressed right against you as you watched him. While you did enjoy simply making him cum all day long, being on the receiving end was still just as good.

“That’s right love~ Make me feel good just lik-fuck!” You praised before throwing your head back as he pressed two fingers easily inside. You clenched around them as he scissored you open. His fingers moved in time with him sucking on your clit and it had you grinding against his mouth.

“ My baby boy knows how to please me so well~ Keep doing that and I’ll cum around your fingers in no time.” You tell him and he moans, the vibrations going right to your clit.

Your nails scratched his scalp lightly as his fingers curled to press into your g-spot and you nearly cried out. His fingers moved faster as you could hear how wet you were down there. His eyes were looking up at you and just falling in love with the way you looked. Hair disheveled with a faint blush as he watched your chest rise up and down. He wanted to watch you cum just like how you watched him earlier. He wanted you to feel just as good as you make him feel. He wanted to please you.

“Jinyoung…I’m gonna cum soon…” You warned him as he moved his fingers even faster asit pressed into your g-spot, eyes never leaving you as he sucked harder on your clit, moaning around you. Your grip in his hair tightened as you threw your head back, crying out as you came around his fingers.

Jinyoung quickly moved his fingers and his mouth replaced them as he caught every last drop of your orgasm.

You panted as you spent him a dark look before pulling him up to meet your face, admiring his puffy lips and messy chin.

“Don’t think I’m done with you after you did all of this for me.” You grinned and he smiled back, cock obviously hard as it twitched with anticipation.

“ I was hoping that you would say that~”

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↳ summary- There’s no one who riles you up more than Kim Taehyung, your best friend’s brother.  He knows exactly how to make you fly off the handle.

↳ rating- explicit / 18+

↳ word count- 6.8k

↳ pairing- taehyung x reader

↳ genre- smut, minor angst i guess in the form of fighting, this is one big pile of smut, there’s some fluff too

↳ warnings- yikes where to begin.  angry sex, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (don’t be like dis), slapping, spanking, pain kink, dom/sub elements, facefucking, really rough sex, finger sucking, derogatory names, uhhh name calling, hate sex, tae is fuckin nasty yall im thriving

↳ a/n- I HAD TO REUPLOAD bc tumblr sucks lol well folks. here we are.  i was given a prompt by @ladyartemesia​ so i blame her.  as for tae, he really came for me this week and completely wrecked me, love that for me. i really popped off here and it’s only edited by me so i’m SORRY if there’s a lot of mistakes.  fun fact i actually wrote almost 10k of another version of this but it frustrated me so badly i scrapped it lmao  🤡 HERE WE GO! Enjoy!  feel free to send in your requests and i promise to try and get it done for you! 

Kim Taehyung could only be described in a few words.

Infuriating, bothersome, vexing.

Gorgeous, breathtaking, suave.

Absolutely, inherently maddening.

And you hate how much you absolutely melt underneath his gaze, the way your heart leaps into your throat with a single word.  Your body, the ultimate betrayer, opens up to him as your brain screams to abort, reverse, go back to start and do not pass go.

Kim Taehyung is not just the bane of your existence, no.  He’s the little brother of your best friend, Kim Namjoon.   Joonie had been in your life since you were in first grade and he in second.  Taehyung was your age, but you hit it off with the older boy and haven’t separated since.  Your mothers joked that you would get married one day and continue on the Kim line.  Until they found out that Namjoon was 1) bisexual and 2) hopelessly in love with, ironically, a man named Kim Seokjin.   He reasoned to his parents that they would at least carry on the Kim name.  

Where Namjoon was sweet, caring, and deeply compassionate towards you, Taehyung was his alter.  Taehyung was brash, cocky and relished in watching you squirm, whether it be out of fury or the god forsaken sexual tension.  All growing up, he was the one to pull your pigtails, trip you into puddles of mud, and tease you in front of your friends. Namjoon, ever the faithful companion, was always there to pick up the pieces of what Taehyung broke.

It’s been that way with Taehyung ever since. A constant tug of war with each other, both unwilling to give a single inch to the opponent.  

Your relationship with Namjoon remained steadfast as ever.  Namjoon eventually moved in with his now-husband, Seokjin, who easily settled into your life as an additional partner in crime.  You spent most of your days and nights settled into the couch, snuggled somehow in between or next to one of the two men you cherished most.  You had the two best friends you could ask for and a happy life, blissfully Taehyung-free.

Until it wasn’t.

A loud knock wakes you from an unexpected nap on Namjoon’s couch.  Your eyes crack open against the glare of the sunlight streaming through the windows.  It takes a moment to gather your surroundings.  You recognize that you’re in Namjoon and Seokjin’s apartment, and judging by the silence, you’re definitely alone there.  As you reach for your phone, the screen lights up the time.  5:34 pm.  Well, shit. You remember eating brunch and drinking mimosas at noon with your best friends and then lying on the couch to watch Netflix.  How had you fallen asleep for five hours?  How did you not wake? What the fuck did Jin put in his mimosas?

The knock is insistent again, louder this time.

“Joon! Jin! it’s me! Open up!”

The voice sounds familiar in your sleep-addled mind, but not quite enough to pinpoint it.   You push your limp body off the couch and wince at the feeling of sore muscles.  Couch sleeping isn’t all it’s cracked up to be once you’re past the age of 25.

“Sorry, Namjoon isn’t here-,” You open the door to explain to the guest and you’re cut off.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

You rub at your sleepy eyes and allow your vision to focus, only to feel your blood stand still in your veins.

Kim Taehyung.  Of fucking course.

“What do you mean, why am I here? I’m always here,” you tut as you fold your arms to your chest.  “What are you doing here?”

He rolls his eyes and holds up his hands, two suitcases clutched in each.  Who the fuck carries 4 suitcases up three flights of stairs? Kim annoying ass Taehyung does, apparently.

“I’m moving in.”  He pushes past you and into the living room.  

Your mouth gapes open.  Namjoon certainly didn’t tell you this.  Taehyung looks back at chuckles at your reaction.

“I’m guessing your best friend didn’t tell you the happy news?”

You shut your mouth, quickly jumping back into composure.  “No, he failed to mention that,” you sniff.  “I thought you lived with your girlfriend in Gangnam?  What was her name? Rose or whatever?”

Tae stiffens, just slightly for a moment, before he plasters back on the bravado.  “Obviously not anymore.  We broke up, she kept the apartment.  Got tired of moping at my mom’s house and I told Namjoon I wanted to come back to the city.”

You feel a slight tug at your stomach, guilt, perhaps?  You clear your throat.  “Oh, I’m sorry.”

He laughs as he sits on the couch, instantly throwing his feet onto the coffee table, like a heathen.  “No, you’re not.”  

“What do you mean, no I’m not? God, sorry for being polite!”

This, you reason, is why you can’t sustain longer than 5 minutes of civilized conversation with your best friend’s younger brother.  He’s impossible.

He just smirks, and you know he loves the rise he gets out of you.

“Because I know you, and I know you don’t give a fuck about my love life.”

Au contraire. If only he knew just how much you gave a fuck.

“That doesn’t mean I can’t be nice to you!” you nearly stamp your foot in frustration but hold yourself back. That would be too good of ammo for him to use against you.

“Okay, fine,” he acquiesces. “Whatever helps you feel you’re a good person.”

You’re seeing red and you know you want to continue screaming at him but you will not stoop to his level.

“Christ, I haven’t seen you in months and you’re still an asshole,” you say as you grab your keys and shoes. “And also, Jin will kill you if he sees your feet on his coffee table.”

You whip yourself around and open the door to leave and hear him call over your shoulder.

“Good to see you too, doll! Love the hairstyle, by the way.”

You close the door with a growl leaving your throat.  The absolute audacity of that man.

You stomp towards the elevator to take yourself to the ground level, when you catch your reflection in the shiny metal. Your hair is in what you can only lovingly call a complete hornet’s nest. It’s ratted and sticking out in places and you feel your cheeks burn.  Your first reintroduction with Taehyung is with a fight AND with you looking like a fool.

This would not do. No, sir.

“Kim Namjoon!” you shriek into your cell phone.  You’re awkwardly pressing it against your ear with your shoulder as you walk out of the convenience store under your apartment building with 3 bottles of soju and a six-pack of beer. You needed to drown your shame and sorrow, and fast.

“Hello, love of my life and moon of my stars,” your best friend replies and you can hear Seokjin chuckle in the background.

“No!” You chide, already cracking a beer open as you storm into your apartment building. “Don’t you Khal Drogo me, mister! Why the fuck didn’t you tell me your fucking asshole brother was moving in with you?!”

Namjoon is silent and you can tell he’s wincing on the other end of the phone. “Oops?” He offers.

“Yeah, big oops! A heads up would have been nice! Like, ‘hey best friend, your worst enemy of all time is moving in today. Maybe you shouldn’t fall asleep on my couch and wake up looking like Frankenstein’s ugly wife. Oh, and also my handsome boyfriend and I will just happen to not be there when he arrives’.”

By this time, you can tell Namjoon has put you on speakerphone because you can hear their rich laughter loud and clear. Rude bitches.

You stab your key code into your door and lock yourself in, chugging as much of the beer as you could handle.

“At least, even in her rants she thinks I’m handsome,” Jin gloats.

“I’m sorry babe,” Namjoon sighs as he finally calms down. “I didn’t know he would be there today. I just found out about it last night.”

You nibbled at your bottom lip, the annoying pit in your stomach feeling simultaneously guilty that he went through a breakup, unbridled joy that something brought him down a peg, and just a dash of excitement that he’s single now.

You let out a breath. “It’s okay, Joon.  It just surprised me to see him.”

Jin butts in, “And because you have a big, fat, unresolved crush on him.”

“Jin!” You admonish. The couple laughs again and you roll your eyes, asking yourself why you put up with the two. “I do not!”

They both hum a non-committal answer, implying they don’t believe you in the slightest.

“Whatever.  What are you guys doing, anyway?”

“We just got home from shopping.  God, Jin looked so good in these jeans he tried on.  I was actually just about to suck his coc-,”

“Kim Namjoon, do not finish that sentence! I do not wish to hear it!” You try to remain firm, but dissolve into giggles with the pair.

You could never stay mad at Namjoon long, even if his brother was the devil incarnate.

“Darling,” Jin calls through the phone.  “I still expect to see you at our place tonight for our sleepover.”

Christ, you had forgotten all about your scheduled sleepover night.  It was tradition and one of your favorite parts of your friendship with the couple.  Jin, a literal chef, prepared a five star meal along with dessert for you while you binge watched Netflix and talked incessantly.

But you also usually slept in their spare bedroom.  The exact one that Taehyung would be occupying.

“Fuck, while he’s there?”

“Oh suck it up,” Jin chides, like he’s your mother. “He’s probably not even going to leave his room.  You’re not getting out of this.  I’m making strawberry cheesecake.”

Your mouth waters at the idea of Jin’s famous cheesecake.  

“Fine, but I get to lick the bowl and not Namjoon.  Those are my terms.”

Namjoon squawked in defiance as Jin laughed.  “I agree to your terms.  Be at our place by 8.”

As you hung up the phone, you checked the time.  6:40.  God, he hadn’t left you with much time to get ready, did he?

And you definitely needed to get ready.  There was no way you were entering a room where Kim Taehyung exists looking like booboo the fool, not again.

Your fingers press the 6 digit passcode to Namjoon and Seokjin’s apartment, arms heavy laden with your bag of toiletries and pajamas, and a bag full of wine.

“Honey, I’m home!” You announce as you toe off your shoes and slide into the combined kitchen and living room.

You receive no reply, but greeted with the amused face of none other than the object of your filthiest dreams, Taehyung.

“Pet names already?  We’re moving pretty fast, wouldn’t you say?” He asks you as he lounges at the kitchen table.  He watches you open the fridge to set the wine, as comfortable in their home as you are in yours.

“Fuck off,” you grumble. “Where’s your brother?”

Tae seemed absolutely tickled by your disgruntlement.  “I think they mentioned something about taking a shower.  That was 20 minutes ago, though.”

“Great,” you sigh. “Those fucking horn dogs act as if they’re still newlyweds.  We’ll be waiting awhile.”  

You tug off your sweater, leaving you to remain in a fitted tank top and yoga pants.  You tried to maintain a comfortable look as you dressed for the evening, while keeping in mind which leggings hugged your ass and showed off your toned thighs, and a tank top that dipped low to your cleavage.  Okay, so maybe you had ulterior motives. You wanted to make up for your dreadful appearance earlier and make him squirm, payback for the years of him doing it to you.

You watch him as he lets his eyes roam your body, eying you like he wants to ravage you completely. You feel victorious… and also turned on. Fuck, you played yourself.

You flop onto the couch in a huff and Tae snorts before joining you.

“What’s so funny?” You eye him suspiciously.

“Nothing,” his smile feigns innocence. “I’m not allowed to laugh?”

You sniff in annoyance, not eager to fall for his tricks. “You’re allowed to do whatever you want, your highness.”  Sarcasm drips from your voice and Tae finds it even more humorous.

“I see you’re still a sassy bitch.”

You gasp, audibly startled by his language and rise from the couch, fists clenched.

“I see you’re still a conceited dick!”

He rises to meet you where you stand, eyes boring into your own with his stupid sexy grin on his face.  “I see you’re still not one to back down from a fight.”

You step closer, close enough to feel his breath on your face.  Idly, you note it smells like peppermint and you move closer on reflex.

“Yeah? I see you’re still not one to avoid starting a fight in the first place!” you huff.

“Oh, I started it?”  

“Yeah, you started it! You called me a bitch!”

You can’t believe this is happening.  You feel as if you’re 6 again and fighting with him over a toy.

“A sassy bitch, actually,” he corrects, taking another step forward, bodies touching.

“Fuck you!”

“Only if you say please,” he quips before he closes the distance and presses his lips to yours in a scorching hot kiss.

There’s not even a moment of hesitation on your end, immediately pulling him even closer and wrapping your arms around his neck and allowing his tongue entrance to your mouth.  Your body reacts to his instantly, as if it’s wired to respond to him and him only. Your mind was blank of anything except Tae, only Tae please, and you acted purely on instinct alone.  And instinct was pulling him closer and begging, more, anything he could give.

The sound of laughter coming from the hallway pulls you apart, neither of you wanting to get caught by Namjoon or Jin.  You stare at him, his lips are cherry red and slightly swollen and the image burns into your retinas.  He has such pretty lips after you’ve kissed him.

“Oh hey! What’s going on here?” Namjoon asks as he notices the intense eye-battle you’re engaged in with his younger brother.

It shakes you out of the spell, eye contact broken and hypnosis halted.  

“Just, errrr,” you falter to find the right words to explain the situation.

“Just getting reacquainted.”  Tae sounds completely unaffected, as if the passionate kiss you shared with him seconds ago was but a distant memory.  Asshole.

“I’m surprised you two haven’t thrown anything at each other yet,” Jin laughs. “Or thrown yourselves at each other.”

Both you and Taehyung whip to look directly at Jin.

“Her!?” Tae is incredulous. “Gross.”

You’ll never admit out loud that his words wound you.

“You’re an asshole, Taehyung,” you punctuate your words by turning away from him and towards Namjoon, who appears amused as ever.

“Ah, I love when my best friend and my little brother are screaming at each other.  Feels like old times.  Can one of you cry now to complete the moment?”

Taehyung grumbles under his breath, something you can’t catch, and stalks off to his room.  The slam of his door reverberates in the apartment and Jin jumps and turns to yell down the hall at his brother-in-law.

“Yah! Don’t break my apartment! I still owe money on this!”

Despite Taehyung’s appearance every so often in the kitchen or living room, the rest of the night goes on with no annoying disturbances.

Jin spoils you and his husband with expensive food, and the best cheesecake you’ve ever eaten in your life.  Plus, you’re given the bowl to lick clean despite a desperately adorable pout from Namjoon you were sure would persuade Jin.

You’re settled on the couch, snuggling in the middle of the couple as an action movie flickers across the big screen tv.  Truthfully, you haven’t paid attention to a single thing happening, your thoughts entirely too absorbed in Taehyung and that deliciously infuriating kiss.  

Why did he do it?  You couldn’t comprehend his reasoning.  Perhaps he was doing it to piss you off.  He’s never angered you with that level of intimacy before, but you didn’t put it past him.

You’re surprised when the credits of the movie start rolling and Jin and Namjoon fake loud yawns.

“Oh man, I’m beat,” Namjoon lies.

Jin is quick to join. “Me too, I think I’ll pass out the moment I hit the pillow.”

You roll your eyes at the men. “Will you two please go fuck already, I know that’s what you’re going to do.”

Namjoon blanches, but Jin laughs and kisses your cheek. “Ah, my smart, beautiful and chaotic child,” he coos. He leans in to your ear, voice low to keep his husband from listening. “I don’t think I’m the only one in this house who’s going to get pounded into a mattress.”  

He pulls back and winks at you, deftly ignores Namjoon’s confusion and sadness of being left out, and drags him to their bedroom with a loud ‘goodnight’.

You’re left to stew in your own emotions, which is never a good thing.  Was the tension that obvious? You always assumed it had been one-sided, but the kiss befuddled you more than you’d like to admit.

It finally snapped in your mind, all the dots connecting. That’s why he did it.  

He kissed you so you’d stew and simmer and eventually erupt, like you’re doing now.  Taehyung knows you too well for your comfort.

You grab your bag of clothes and storm towards the bathroom to change, promising yourself to forget about the kiss and not give Taehyung what he wants.

Except you’re not very good at promises, especially to yourself.

You can’t say you’re excited to sleep on the couch again.  While it’s a nice couch, it’s definitely not a bed and your back will pay the price tomorrow.  You supposed it was better than the floor, but not by much.

After dressing in your pajamas, a purposefully picked out combination of tiny shorts and a sports bra in case Taehyung happens upon you, you return to your bed for the night in the living room.

Namjoon graciously left blankets and a pillow out for you, and you’re complaining internally about Taehyung the whole time you make yourself a spot to sleep.  If it wasn’t for stupid Taehyung and his stupid existence, you’d be sleeping like a baby on the guest bed that you loved.  But no, they relegated you to the couch like an animal.

Sleep was not in the cards tonight, it seems.  You toss and turn and try to press at the cushions to move a lump around and get comfortable, but it’s all for naught.  You’re wide awake and very, very uncomfortable.  You didn’t understand how you fell asleep on this very couch earlier in the day.  Maybe the mimosas you had at brunch with the couple had been helpful.

A thought crosses your mind. Alcohol.  Maybe a nice glass of wine would help tuck you into a peaceful, dreamless sleep.  A nightcap. Of course.  You were angry at yourself for not thinking of it hours ago.  

You slipped out of your disagreeable bed and into the kitchen, trying not to make a sound.  Jin’s beloved kitchen was also an echo chamber of noise, even the slightest sound bouncing off its walls and amplifying it through the whole house.  You still remember the way you jumped five feet in the air when Jin accidentally broke a plate.  It sounded like a bomb explosion.

You bite your lip as you carefully pry the cabinet of wine glasses open, careful to not even allow a squeak of a hinge.  You silently beg to stay silent and not wake anyone in the house.  You didn’t want to be caught drinking wine at 2 am in the dark, that’s difficult to explain without looking like an alcoholic.

With glass in hand, you tiptoe the fridge to pull out the bottle of merlot, thinking the heavy red wine would be the best to get you sleepy and quick.  

You tug the cork from the bottle and pour a healthy amount into the stemware with a smile.  Liquid sleep.  And you had done it without making a single sound. Perfection. The smell of the alcohol permeates through your nose as you lift the glass, placing it to your lips to take a sip.

“Wine at this hour?” the unexpected voice of Taehyung echos through the kitchen, making you yelp and jolting you hard enough that you drop the hard-earned glass of wine to the tile floor, red wine splashing as the sound of glass shattering is reverberating off the walls.

“Fuck!” You screech at the intruder.  Taehyung doubles over, laughing as if he’s seen nothing funnier than what just transpired.  “You asshole!”

You listen past Taehyung’s incessant laughter to ensure the owners of the apartment hadn’t awoken during the ruckus. You definitely did not want to face a tired and agitated Jin to tell him you shattered one of his Tiffany crystal goblets.

Beyond Tae, the house is silent and you’re thanking whatever god is listening for keeping your best friends asleep.

The wine is everywhere, spilling into the cracks of the tile and splattered on the walls.  The crystal stemware is too; it shattered with such force that you see flecks of the shrapnel in all four corners of the room.

Tae wipes a tear from his face and you square a tempestuous look at him.  

“Fucking help me!  You made me drop it!”

Through snorts, he replies. “I didn’t make you do anything.  You did that on your own.”  Although he is arguing with you, he’s gingerly stepping into the kitchen and kneeling to pick up shards of glass.

“I wouldn’t have dropped it if you had come into the room like a fucking normal person,” you grit.

He collects the glass, the delighted grin on his face now permanent.  He’s relishing in your annoyance, you know he is, and it burns you from the inside out.

“It’s not my fault you didn’t hear me.”

“You could have turned on the light! Why were you in the dark like a freak?”  You’re grasping at straws, anything to pin this all on him.  It would quell the fire in your belly to push it all onto him, make you feel as if you’ve won.

Taehyung levels a look at you.  “And you weren’t also in the dark? Pouring a gallon of wine for yourself?”

Your cheeks flare red. Fuck, he definitely caught you there.  You’re playing verbal poker with him and the hand you’re dealt falls flat compared to his royal flush.  He grins, knowing he has you.

“Fuck you,” you snark, you go to insult when you’re backed into a corner.

“Ah, doll,” he winks.  “We talked about that.  Be careful what you wish for.”

The fire inside you is roaring to an inferno now, flames licking to your core. It’s a complicated mixture of anger and sexual energy. It’s infuriating that he’s able to make you feel every single emotion to the extreme. You hate that arguing with him turns you on, like it’s some perverse foreplay.  

You moisten your lips with your tongue as you process his words, and Tae’s eyes hungrily track the appendage as it glides over your lips.

“Fuck. You.” You emphasize perfunctorily.

All thoughts of wiping up the mess are forgotten as Tae drags both you and himself off the floor and steers you to the living room, lips feverish against your own.  He pushes you into the couch and tugs his shirt off, before replacing his lips to yours.  

“Fuck, you’re so fucking hot when you’re a bitch,” he groans as he snaps the strap of your sports bra. “Seeing you get all worked up makes me so hard.”

He’s not wrong. You can see through his mesh basketball shorts that he’s sporting an impressive package, rock hard in its clothed prison.

“Yeah?” You bite at his lip.

“Hell yeah.”  His hands work to the elastic band under your bust and tugs the offending material off, tits springing free as he throws it to the floor.  

“Holy shit,” Taehyung breathes as he gets a good look at your chest.

You shake them gently, grinning as he watches them jiggle.  “You like what you see?”

He smirks and pinches a nipple, wiping the coy smile off your face and turning it into a moan.  “I like when you’re mouthy, but don’t push it.”  

He lowers his head to the nipple he’s still pinching in his fingers, licking at it and replacing his fingers with his mouth.  He’s moaning around the nipple, and you’re gasping for more.  His hot mouth sucks at you, teeth nibbling and pulling it until you’re whimpering in delicious pain.

“Fuck!” He cries as he pops away from your nipple.  “You’re so fucking hot.”

Your body warms at his words, arousal pooling between your legs.  You’re sure that your thighs are drenched in your essence.

He slurps your neglected breast into his mouth, ensuring your nipples are equally abused.  His tongue is skilled but his mouth is messy, saliva dripping all around your tit and it’s the hottest fucking sight you’ve ever seen.

He’s pulling away again and pinching both nipples with his hands simultaneously. “And you’re so fucking annoying.”

You’re pleading for more or to stop, you’re not sure.  He continues.

“Mm, I’m gonna fuck you until you’re a good little bitch for me. Listening to every fucking thing I say.”

He releases your nipples, and you finally find the ability to focus again, staring directly at him.

“Oh, you think you’re that good?” you sass as you attempt to catch your breath.  “Put your money where your mouth is.”

Tae grips your chin roughly, face inches away from yours with a sadistic grin. “You’re going to regret those words, baby.”

Instantly, he’s standing up and tugging his shorts down to let his cock spring free.  Your brain misfires as you visually measure his cock and your mouth goes dry. He’s thick and long. The bulbous head is dripping pre-cum, begging you to slurp it up.

“How about I put my money where your mouth is,” he suggests as he grabs a fistful of your hair.  

He teasingly rubs his cock on your lips and cheeks, makes you whimper with need. Your tongue is sticking out, desperate for him to lay it on you.

“Already so fucking greedy,” he grunts and in one motion, directs his dick into your open mouth. “I’ll fuck your throat, yeah? Greedy bitches love getting face fucked.”  He is still for a beat more, eyes searching yours for consent and you nod with his cock still in your mouth. He winks, then begins a rapid pace, his cock fucking into your mouth and throat.

You’re sure you look like a goddamn mess with saliva dripping from your mouth as Taehyung punishes your throat with his thrusts.  You gag and moan around him, and he tightens his grip in your hair as you see stars.

It’s indescribable. Never have you felt such pleasure from sucking cock, but Tae commands your entire body, willing you to drip with anticipation.

“My little fuck toy, god you feel so fucking good,” he hisses. “You’re gonna swallow my cum, baby.”  

His hips are stuttering, he’s close, and you’re sucking him harder, cheeks pulling in harder to vacuum him in. The pressure makes him groan out loud.

“So good, so fucking good. Get ready for your prize, baby,” his voice cuts off in a gasp, as his cock twitches violently. His legs shake and he doesn’t hold back the moans of his orgasm, gasping as he feels rope after rope spill down your hot throat.

Your big doll eyes are twinkling up at him, lips still wrapped around his cock. Taehyung is sure it’s the hottest thing he’ll ever see in his lifetime.  You on your knees, subservient to him and thriving for it.

“Mmm, I like it when your mouth is full like this,” he slowly pulls out of your mouth, albeit reluctantly. “Can’t talk back to me when you’re sucking my cock like a whore.”

You smile and stick out your tongue, pleased to show him you happily accepted his cum.

“Good fucking girl,” he coos as he grips your chin again. “Did you like my cum?”

You nod, brain fried from the heat of the room.

“Use your words,” he grits and grips your jaw harder. It’s enough to shock you into compliance.

“Y-yes! Fuck, I love your cum, Tae.”  Your words are breathy and raspy, throat raw from his barrage.

“I knew you would, filthy slut.  Sit on the couch.” He orders and you’re quick to scurry and sit on the makeshift bed you made.

His hands are tugging down your shorts quickly. No teasing or seduction here, not now. You lift your hips, and he throws them aside. Your legs close on reflex, making him growl.

“Do not hide yourself from me.” His tone is dark and you can’t help but shiver as you open yourself up to him. You want to talk back, want to fight and bite at him, but you’re quickly losing the ability to even speak, and you’re aching for him.

“Where’s my mouthy little bitch? You’re awfully quiet. Did I finally break you?” He teases, pressing your legs upward, knees to your ears. It’s pornographic how on display you are for him, soaking wet cunt front and center.

“The great Taehyung thinks he can break me with his cock,” you mewl, mustering all the false confidence you can. You’re lying through your fucking teeth and you both know it, but you continue. “You’ll have to do more than that.”

Your pussy is quaking with need now, desperate for a single touch. His hands maintain purchase on the backs of your thighs, holding them up.

“There she is,” he bites at the flesh of your leg closest to him which makes you jerk in his hold. “Gonna fuck the brat right out of you.”

He removes a hand from your thigh and you’re quick to pick up the slack, holding the thigh in place to maintain his open show of your pussy.

“Try me,” you murmur, and you’re instantly regretting your words as a harsh slap descends and lands square on your cunt.

You nearly scream, pain flooding your wanton pussy, before turning into delicious pleasure that stings and tingles right at your clit. It sizzles, and warmth blooms where his hand was.

“That’s for not believing me.”  His eyes are feral and you want to bottle this memory forever.  

Another slap has your legs trembling, eyes rolling back as the burn turns to a low heat.  You’re dripping your wetness down onto the couch and Jin will kill you, but you don’t care.

“That was for calling me a dick,” he smirks.

Smack.

Tears spring in your eyes as the slap brings more pleasure than pain, desperately close to your edge.

“Look at you, you could cum just from this, couldn’t you?”

“F-fuck! Yes, please, I need more, please!” Your cunt is clenching around nothing, desperate for friction and leaking out of you like a faucet. Taehyung marvels at you, legs spread so far, with a cunt weeping with arousal for more. He can’t wait to dive in there, but he’s not finished with you yet.

“More? I don’t know if you deserve more, baby, you’ve been awfully mean to me,” he tsks, breathing hot air on your clit, making you whine.

“P-please! I’m sorry!” You’re sure you will black out with how desperately you need him. You need him more than you need oxygen.

“Beg.”

You’re quick to submit. Thoughts of fighting back are long gone, you’re his wanton little slut now.

“Please, please! Pleaseeeee, make me cum! I’ll do anything.”

“Anything?” He asks with an arch of his eyebrow.

You’re nodding wildly, gazing at him with desperate, watery eyes.

“Anything, I need you so f-fucking bad it hurts!”

By the time the words leave your lips, he’s thrusting two fingers into your cunt viciously, fingering you ferociously. He arches them, rubbing against your spongy g-spot and making you scream. He knows you’re close, knows you only need one little push off the edge. He plays your body like a skilled practitioner.

“Cum on my fingers, baby. Let me see my greedy little bitch milk my fingers.”

Your body and mind react accordingly, deep down you know your body is owned completely by him, all his.  Your orgasm explodes and you think you actually scream, your vision is black and your hearing goes silent for a moment as you cum harder than you have in your life.  You’re squeezing his fingers with your pussy so tight and Taehyung is gently licking all the juices from his hand with his fingers still inside you.

It takes time to descend from the separate plane of existence Taehyung sent you too, but you come back and watch as he laps at the liquid of your cunt and on his hand like it’s a vital necessity. His fingers remain in your walls, and he refuses to break eye contact with you. You’re positive you could cum again from the sight.

“My little cockslut tastes so good, just how I like,” he tells you tenderly. “Like cherries, so sweet.  My little cherry.”

Your cunt is aching and warming back to life as he pulls his fingers out of you. The loss is immense and you’re whimpering for more.

“Ah, ah,” he hushes you. “No whining. You’ll take what I give you.  Suck my fingers clean. Taste yourself.”

He presses his fingers into your mouth, earning him a sigh, the taste of you filling your mouth. You swirl your tongue around his fingers and suckle each one to ensure your tongue laves the entire surface.

“Fuck,” he whispers and it’s his first crack in his steel reserve. “Needy.”

He pulls his fingers from your mouth and presses against you to kiss. It’s gentle, sweet, and nothing compared to the man assailing your pussy with slaps moments ago. It thrills you just the same and you return in kind, threading your hands in his wavy hair.

He pulls away and presses his forehead against yours, a moment of gentleness you actively welcome.

“This little cunt ready for me?” He whispers and you’re whimpering your reply.

“Please, fuck me. I need you to fuck me until I can’t walk.”

He grins and presses a kiss to your lips again, sweet and chaste, before he pulls away and slides down to attach those same sinful lips to your pussy.

It’s so unexpected you flinch and manage a cry as his tongue slurps up more of your delicious essence and his mouth moves to suckle on your clit. You’re not sure where the fuck he learned these tricks, but you know now you will never let him go.

“Taehyung!” You cry at the sensation. “Fuck!”

After receiving the reaction he was desperate for, he slips his tongue into your walls deep and gathers as much of you as he can, before he’s pulling back and swallowing you down.

“I couldn’t resist. Your cunt was made for me to devour.”

He doesn’t allow for a response as he throws your legs over his shoulders and lines himself up at your core.

“Condom?” He asks you, and you level a quick look at him.

“I don’t live here! I don’t have any!”  You’re savage, terrified he’ll pull his cock away when all you want and can think about is the way he’ll feel pounding into you.

“Don’t be rude, baby,” he reminds you with a swat to your ass. “I’m clean, promise. You?”

You nod quickly, reveling in the spank’s tingle. “Same. I have an IUD too,” you sigh. Thank god for medical birth control implants.

“Good. You’re the only pussy I’m gonna fuck from now on,” he promises. You know you must talk about this later, when you’re thinking rationally and not with your aching pussy.  

Your heart stutters and leaps into your throat but all is forgotten as he plunges into your tight heat.

“Ohhhhh shit, ahhh,” he gasps. “Baby, you’re so fucking tight and wet.”  He’s on the verge of whining, becoming just as needy and greedy as you.  He wastes no time in setting a pace.

His cock fills you completely, his angle allowing him to go as deep as he can, pressing the beginning of your cervix.  This is surely what heaven feels like.  It feels like the completeness you feel with Taehyung fully sheathed inside you.

It comes alive with flames and explosions as he fucks you, hips pistoning to plunge in and out of you with tenacity.  He fucks you like he laces every single thrust with more, more than just sex. He fucks you with purpose.

You’re moaning like a pornstar now, high pitch wails and gasps and breathy moans are all you can manage. “Taehyung, yes! Feel so g-g-good!”

“That’s right baby, scream my fucking name. Make sure all the neighbors know who fucking ruined you,” he nearly spits, cock thrusting into your core at an impossible speed. “I want you to tell all of Korea who owns you. Who owns this tiny little cunt?”

The wind leaves you, and you’re gasping for air, gaping mouth open as you try to reply. It takes him fucking into you harder a few times before you feel it rush back into you.

“You, Taehyung!  You!  Fuck, I love your cock!”

His thumb rubs at your engorged clit, allowing it the friction it seeks.  He bends forward and wraps his other hand around your throat, squeezing.  

Losing air combined with the friction on your clit has you keening, so close to the edge. You try to babble his name but nothing comes out.

“Look at my pretty little slut taking my cock so well,” he praises.  “You have the greediest pussy, don’t you? You need my cock daily, baby. Need to put my mouthy bitch in her place, remind her who’s in charge.”

He slows his pace but his thrusts are punishing, fucking into you as hard as he can. Your orgasm is climbing so impossibly high.

“F-fuck!” You gasp as he releases his grip on your neck. “Gonna cum! Please let me cum!”  

“Yeah baby, cum for me.  Cream your greedy pussy all over my cock.”

The world stops spinning as you hit the height of your climax and plunge down.  Your vision goes black and your body is quivering and convulsing nearly as hard as your cunt is. Taehyung hisses at your walls sucking him in, as if you’re begging for his cum, begging for more.

“Fuck, good girl, baby, holy shit,” he’s breathless and so close.

You’re overstimulated, boneless, but he wrought two of the best orgasms you’ve ever felt in your life and you’ll be damned if you leave him high and dry.  You bite your lip as you move with him, hips pounding against each other. His face is scrunched up and you know he’s close when he’s stuttering on his words.  You take over for him.

“Please cum in me baby, please.  Fill me up. I’m yours, baby, mark my little cunt as yours.”  You don’t know where it’s coming from, but you keep it going. It feels as natural as fucking him does. “Please, Taehyung!”

At the sound of his name leaving you in a whine, he spirals down his own completion. He feels his cock pulse as he empties his load into you, your walls still reverently beckoning for him. He’s calling out your name, grasping at your tits as he finishes and you’re smiling from ear to ear. Your pussy is warm with his seed and you’re positive it’s the way you want to feel every single night.

“Holy fuck,” Taehyung rasps as he pulls his cock out of you. He thrills as he watches his cum follow, slipping out your folds and down your thigh. “I definitely marked you.”

You hum in reply, finally allowing yourself to soak in the haze of orgasmic bliss. Tae presses his head to yours again, kissing you sweetly.

“Come sleep in my bed?” He asks. He means more behind it. He wants to ask you to sleep in his bed every night, stay with him every day, be the one he grows old with. He knows there’s still more to talk about, wounds of the past to heal, but now you’re with him, and he knows he’ll work through anything.

You nod, and kiss him again, understanding his hidden meaning laced in his words.

A sly smile spreads across his face. “Last one to bed has to take the blame for the wineglass,” he teases. Your head spins as if you’ve got whiplash.  He can switch from dominating to sensitive to the little shit he is so quick.

“Hey! No fucking fair! You fucked my ability to run out of me!”

“Shouldn’t have been such a sassy bitch,” he winks before he tears away towards his room.

“Taehyung, you’re an asshole!” You call as you limp your way behind him.

From behind Joon and Jin’s door, a critical voice bellows, “YAH! I’ll kill you if you got your jizz on my couch! And what is this I heard about my glass!!? HEY!  Those are TIFFANY. CRYSTAL. THE DISRESPECT!”

You slip into Taehyung’s bed and wrap yourself around him, the two of you gasping with mischievous giggles.

Kim Taehyung will always be the one who knows how to drive you wild. He’ll always aggravate and infuriate you, send you reeling.

But now you didn’t think you minded it at all.

© ppersonna - 2020 - do not repost on any site, or translate without express permission from author.

[wizardfrog69]

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷Sigma

Sigma masterlist ii

Other polyamorous relationships including Sigma

Fyodor Dostoevsky x Sigma x Nikolai Gogol x reader

♡Headcannons♡

What he would cheat of you with

Comforting you after/during a sensory overload

Crocheting/knitting hobby

Halloween costumes

Happy Halloween

Christmas gifts

Asexual reader

Hobbies

Reader is touch starved

Reader who is shy and loves physical affection

Nsfw headcannons

Reader with pear shaped body (sfw+nsfw)

I love you and your body (sfw+nsfw)

Can I hold your hand?

To be deadly

Kpop idol life

Non-binary reader who had top surgery

Fuck me

Artist

From jealous to insecure

First time

Calling him sir/manager in bed

reader with a personality of scar from lion king

Friends

Sign language

Sick s/o

Husband Sigma

S/o with pmdd

White noise

First time in bed

S/o with a lot of piercings

how do I ask them out?

aaaaaaaa

catching Nikolai and Fyodor making out

Anemia

History special interest

Don't you try and escape

Hyper s/o

♡One shots♡

Falling in love with a coworker

Celebrating Sigma's birthday

Poker

Did you have a nice dream?

Will you marry me?

Please don't leave me

I want to see you with my child inside of you

Amnesia

Peg sigma 2023

Would you still love me if I were a worm

A little brat

I want everyone to know you're mine

Ghost

I love your smile

Ignore him

What do I get when I win?

I guess I have to give you your prize

Heights

Balcony picnic

Hey! Its you

Rejection

Stripper

Take a hint

It's okay

From an abusive home

Cock warming

Pregnancy

I'm scared

I'll look away

Protecting you

Sing

Coffee love

I want to ask you something

Summer wine

Comfort

Written love

sacrifice

cutting your hair

Kisses

Jawline kisses

Crushes

Enemies to lovers

I'll protect you

Pain tolerance

♡Series♡

Teach me to dance

Masquerade

~next story~

What to choose

The right choice is always wrong (alternative ending)

False choice (alternative ending)

~next story~

To be in love with another man

Alternative ending

[babylooneytoonz]

Fear - Tommy Shelby x Fem! Reader

Requested by: Anonymous (Thank you! ❤️)

Summary: Tommy and his second wife, Reader, an independent, successful business woman are living a fairly happy marriage until the reader finds out she's pregnant. Things take a wrong turn when their work life clashes with this news and in the end, the Reader takes a devastating decision. Without consulting her husband.

Warnings: Light angst , mentions of abortion, unplanned pregnancy

A/N: Not my best work, I'm so sorry if it wasn't that good.

Gif credit: @nofckingfighting , @thepeakyfookinblinderss ❤️

By the time you and Mr. Thomas Shelby were celebrating your first wedding anniversary, you were swimming in riches, riches not given to you by your husband in love, but gifted to yourself by you, as a part of self pampering. You had been your parent's only child, a girl, and this is how you had been brought up, extremely loved and pampered, but still carved out in a way to face the hardships like a man. While men and young boys left England to fight the war, which included your father, who never returned, you took it upon yourself to take over his business of running the pub he owned, which automatically fell to you after his death.

Soon, your twenty third birthday was upon you, and you found yourself going to Birmingham city for the first time, with the motive in mind to expand your business and open a pub in Birmingham city as well. But for doing that, you realized you needed a plot, and of course, you needed the Peaky Blinders backing you– because Birmingham City was a city of gangsters, latched to each other's throats, fighting their own internal wars and an independent business run by a woman would hardly grow in a city like this.

So, you'd done what any other person would have done in this city. You had met the leader of the Peaky Blinders, who you had no idea would be your husband just two months after that encounter, with the mind to strike a business deal with him.

Of course, you didn't get the plot you had your eyes on– he was not ready to sell it to you for any price that you named, but you did end up piking the gangster's sudden interest. It was only two days after the meeting you started unknowingly bumping into him at all the odd places– the supermarket, the theater and even outside the railway station when you were travelling to and from London.

Finally, giving in to your own secret temptations– it would have been a lie to say that his icy blue eyes did not haunt you at nights, when you were alone in your cold bed ; or that you didn't think twice about his cheekbones, or imagined his taut chiseled body underneath his ivory shirt– you finally agreed to go out with him. And it was amazing. Tommy Shelby courted you for two months until he finally propped the question of marriage.

You could feel Aunt Polly's piercing gaze on you, but you didn't look up from the file you were going through, doing your math in your head, your glasses pushed over the bridge of your nose.

"Jesus, (Y/N), when was the bloody last time you had anything to eat?"

Polly tapped her manicured fingers against your desk, loud enough to make you snap your head towards her. You almost shrug your shoulders incoherently.

"In the morning? I don't remember."

Polly's lips broke into a weak exhale, her hand reaching out and grabbing your file, pulling it away from you.

"What the fuck?" You protested, trying to take your file back but Polly had it securely held, tucked under her arm.

"Enough, love. I'm not going to bloody sit and watch you starve yourself."

"Pol, I'm really not hungry." You whined but let the older woman drag you along towards the dining room anyway because you really needed to stretch your legs.

You and Polly stepped into the dining room of the Arrowe House, sliding yourselves down on chairs next to each other. While you slowly nibbled on a loaf of bread, Polly sat comfortably, her back resting against the backrest of the chair, a lit cigarette in her hand, her eyes on you. You grabbed the cloth, wiping the remainder of your food from the corner of your lips when a loud gasp escaped your lips. You looked down to see Polly's hand groping at your breast, causing you to wince and slap her hand away.

"For fucks sake, Polly? That hurts!." You snapped at her, only to watch a smirk break out over the corner of her lips.

"Sore you say?"

"Its-Its nothing." You whispered, your face suddenly feeling flushed. It was not a surprise to you, for you had known it since a week. The midwife that lived in back in London, the one your mother often went to, before her death, had confirmed it for you. It had been a week of planning and plotting, worrying endlessly, and you had still not made up your mind whether you wanted to have a baby yet or not.

"Does my nephew know?"

You couldn't help but swallow the bile forming in your throat. You had no answer because you couldn't build up the courage to speak to Thomas about it. You wondered how he would react. Of course, he was just as busy with work as you were. You two had two very similar lives. You were two devoted people, devoted and swimming in work and business. You doubted if there was a place of a baby in either of your lives.

"I peg your silence for a no. Let me ask you this, love. When do you plan on telling him? This is indeed a good news."

You were snapped out of your thoughts when Polly spoke again. You drew a faint forced smile over your lips, a pathetic attempt to mask what you were feeling inside – emotional turmoil. As if on cue, Polly's warm palm took your hand in hers, her fingers clasping shut around yours.

"What's on your mind?"

You parted your lips, unsure of how and what you were going to say to her. How were you supposed to tell her that you didn't think that neither Tommy nor you, were perhaps, ready to be parents yet? Your mind was distracted and your hand unknowingly flew to your almost non existent bump, unconsciously stroking over it. Finally, with a finality in your eyes, you pushed your head up and gave Polly a stare down. You knew what you were thinking was the biggest sin in the eye of God, but somehow, it scared you, thinking how this baby's life would be if you actually decided to have it. You feared how this little life that you had created with Tommy would be subjected to a life neglected by the both of yous. Worst of all, you had this deep, lingering fear coiling deep within the pit of your heart, that maybe Tommy wouldn't want it. So before you could let your own heart shatter, hearing him say how he didn't care for the baby that was growing inside of you, how he would ask you to visit this woman who was an expert to deal with these kind of situations, you will confront him yourself and tell him that before he can say it to you.

"I just – I don't feel so well, Pol." You pursed your lips and lied blatantly to her.

• ───━━━━─ ● ─━━━━─── •

Your eyes were fixed on the massive pendulum of the grandfather clock in the dining room, swinging sidewards, your palms nervously tapping against the surface of the dining table. You were waiting for your husband to return home because you couldn't delay speaking about this anymore to him. A part of you felt guilty for having kept this a secret from him from such a long time, after all, the baby was his as much as it was yours.

He had every right to know, even if you didn't want to keep it.

Your thoughts were disrupted by the sound of the front door opening. You waited a few minutes until a familiar silhouette approached the dining room, the footsteps getting louder and louder, probably owing to the fact that the lights were switched on. Tommy poked his head through the door and when his eyes fell on you, his eyes softened and he walked inside, towards you.

"Why aren't you in bed, love?"

You could see how tired your husband was, his eyes were droopy, dark bags crimson underneath his swollen eyelids, his face a paler shade. He never listened to you – he just worked and worked and worked, pushing beyond his capacities often, pulling in all nighters, mostly when you didn't even have a clue where he was or what he was doing. The truth was, it were all these reasons that made you feel not ready to be a mother, yet. What were you supposed to do alone? You didn't want to raise this child alone. Just having Tommy's name as his father but hardly ever getting to spend time with him, that scared you.

"I wanted to speak to you." There was a deep silence lingering in the room, only to be broken by the sound of your weak voice.

His lips parted in confusion, his usually calm ocean like eyes slightly widened. He gave you a shake of his head.

"Tommy, I –" You swallowed the lump forming inside your throat. Your heart was wildly hammering inside you chest and it felt like it was going to pop out any second. You took a step closer to him, nervously fiddling with your fingers.

"You want a divorce? Is that what this is?" Tommy's words caused you to take a sharp intake of breath.

"No! I – A divorce? No. I just – Tommy, I'm pregnant." You blurted out.

Tommy froze for a split second, only to finally relax in his posture and reach for his box of cigarettes while his eyes were fixed on you.

"Is it true? Are you really?"

His voice was neutral, you couldn't figure out if he was angry or ecstatic.

"I know Tommy, I know we are fucking busy people, and there's no room in our marriage for a baby. Which is why I'm going to go see that woman the next town, to you know–" Your eyes had watered up and your throat suddenly felt parched. You slowly turned to your side, your face now shielded from Tommy's views. You quickly brought up your sleeve to your eyes and wiped your tears.

"You want to go to that woman next town? To get rid of–" It was as though Thomas was repeating your words to himself, his index finger swaying in the air. Suddenly, he took a step closer to you and snatched the lit cigarette from your hand, bringing it up to his lips, casually. He looked so casual, how could you even know that a storm of rage was brewing up inside him.

"Should I not, Thomas? Are you ready for a baby? Are you then?"

A part of you wanted to hear him say yes, a small maternal side of you, that had already started to love that little foetus inside you deeply. That part of you wanted Thomas Fucking Shelby to stop you and tell you that you two could work through it, that he would make this work. A baby. He would love to have one with you.

"I think it would be for good. You should take Polly with you."

It would have been a lie to say that your heart didn't break at his words. Of course, he wasn't ready. You gave him a weak nod of your head and turned around, walking into your bedroom.

Three days passed and the tension between you and Tommy didn't wash away. He barely spoke to you twice in these three days– not that you had wanted him to– you were as mad as he was. With each passing day, your anxiety and your reluctance had grown. But finally, the day was here. Today, Polly was taking you to this woman the next town.

You and Polly sat at the back of the car, a young Blinder boy driving you to the the location. You couldn't bring yourself to meet her eyes at any cost, so you kept your eyes placed on the passing silhouettes of the old, greying buildings.

"Look at me, will you?" Polly's voice beckoned to you, forcing you to sharply turn your head towards you.

Her eyes were soft, you could see pale wrinkles under her eyes. Her warm palm took yours in hers and squeezed it.

"Us fucking women have been always forced to make difficult choices, love. You know I–" Her lips trembled, her eyes started growing moist. "– If I could bloody go back in time, I would stop myself from giving up on my children. I curse myself (Y/N), every night, even though Michael's here with me now, but I missed his childhood. I missed watching him grow. You know you don't have to do this."

You swallowed the lump in your throat and parted your lips, struggling to push words out of your mouth, to vent out how you really felt, so you lied.

"Polly, we are not ready to be parents. The life we live, as long as it's just me and Tommy, it doesn't worry me. But bringing a child into this world of crime, of death, it would be wrong of me to be so fucking selfish."

"And isn't it selfish of you to deny your baby the chance to choose his own life?"

It felt as though someone had wrapped his palms around your neck and blocked out your oxygen supply. Lucky enough, the car came to a halt and the Blinder boy turned towards you, his eyes drawn to Polly as he informed that you were here. Polly nodded and stepped out, you following.

The street was quiet and lonely, with not many souls in view, unlike the bustling streets of Small Heath. The woman's house was the corner most so you and Polly, wrapping your coats tighter against your bodies to shield yourselves of the chilly wind, walked along until you both were standing against an old looking door with a massive lock on it.

"What the fuck?" You cursed, frowning. "Are we at the right address?"

Polly nodded and shrugged, pulling out her box of cigarettes.

"Of course we are, this is where she lived. Wait, I'll ask the neighbours."

You kept standing there, underneath the porch as Polly walked up to the house next door, her heels clicking against the gravelled floor. You saw her talk to a woman with greying hair, their eyes momentarily turning and fixing on you, making you feel uneasy. Soon, the woman had shut the door and Polly was making her way back to you. You could see that there was a faint smirk ploying across her face.

"Well, seems like your husband was here."

"What? Tommy?" Your eyebrows perked up.

She hummed and nodded, her hand mechanically moving up and her cigarette pressed to her lips.

"The woman said that the Peaky Fucking Blinders paid the woman a visit, and ever since, the woman's gone."

It all made sense now. Of course, Thomas Fucking Shelby. You wondered if he had killed the woman, or just threatened her enough to run away.

"Do you know anyone else?"

"Unfortunately not, but I will see what we can do. For now let's just go back love."

• ───━━━━─ ● ─━━━━─── •

You were fuming.

To say the least, your cheeks felt like they were on fire.

Three days.

Tommy hadn't looked you in the eye.

But today you wanted to confront him.

Ask him the reason why he was interfering in women's business.

So you were waiting. Sitting on the loveseat in your shared bedroom with Thomas Shelby, tapping your fingers against your thighs. It was almost midnight when the door to your bedroom finally opened and Thomas walked in, as usual his cigarette held in his fingers. He had probably hoped to find you in bed , sleeping but when he saw the empty bed, his head sharply turned towards you at first before he forced himself to ignore you and move towards the closet to grab his t-shirt and his boxer shorts.

"Where is that woman Tommy?"

You saw him stiffen for a second before turning around and raising his eyes, until his blue eyes were fixed on yours.

"London, Bristol, I don't care where the fuck she went."

You stood up, walking up to him until you were standing in front of him.

"Why Tommy? What the fuck?"

"Why. Why? WHY? If you can decide and fucking come to a conclusion without even letting me know, why can't I eh?" He screamed, causing you to flinch and step back, still furious.

"This isn't fair Thomas, this fucking isn't fair. These are our matters."

Tommy suddenly grabbed you by your arms, his nails almost digging into your flesh as he almost shook you.

"What did you expect me to do? To just let you go and end what we had created?"

Your heart skipped a beat, your eyes filling up with water.

"You said you didn't care." Your words came out a mere whisper and your body felt like jelly, almost ready to melt into his arms.

"Of course, I fucking care. Is that what you fucking think about me? For fucks sake, I - I know I might not be a good father, I might even fucking be like my own father but that doesn't mean I want you to fucking go and end what we created." Tears were brimming in your eyes and when you blinked, they spilled out, warm salty water rolling down your cheek, a faint smile breaking out on your lips. Tommy's expressions softened and he found his palm reaching for your face, his thumb stroking over your cheek, over your tears. "Why did it even cross your mind? The fucking thought of doing what you were going to do."

You closed your eyes for a brief second and fluttered them open again, leaning into his touch.

"How can we be good parents Tommy if we have a life of our own? Where you can't stop risking your life everyday and I'm not even sure if I would fucking see you again?"

Tommy looked like he could kill you. He had a burning red rage lingering in his eyes but yet, he had a soft look on his face, a look that was only reserved for you. He slowly let go off your arms, looking down at your stomach for a quick second and then back up.

"That child deserves to be allowed to live as much as you or I did, (Y/N). I don't care if I have to change my lifestyle. I don't care if I have to give up on some things that I did before this. I want this child, love. I want this. With you."

A small smile broke out against your lips, but as soon as it had broken out, it washed off again, when the realization hit you.

"Tommy, it's not easy. It's a lifetime commitment. From you. From me. It means keeping our baby safe from whatever it is that could potentially harm it."

His warm palms grabbed your cheeks, pulling your face upwards to meet his gaze.

"I promise you love, no one would lay a fucking finger on you or our baby and live."

You knew what he meant was true – every single word of it – and you didn't doubt on what Thomas Fucking Shelby could do for his family. This scared you a little but you closed your eyes, telling yourself to trust on the man that loved you, and who loved the baby growing inside of you, he would never let any harm come to you or your baby.

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[arhvste]

congrats on 900, u deserve it!! 🥰❤️ for the event, 10 or 13 for atsumu please? 💖

a-bsolutely 🤩,, sorry this turned out a little long i got a little overexcited 👁👁

❛i’m tired of pretending ❜

“auntie y/n, you’re meant to stick your pinky out!”

“sorry princess, please forgive my poor manners!”

your pinky flicked out immediately as your niece corrected you poor table manners at the makeshift tea party table where you were sat amongst countless teddies and dolls and in front of you an array of various coloured plastic pretend foods and crockery laid out for each ‘guest’.

your boyfriend snickered beside you earning himself a quick side glare from you.

“yeah y/n, yer table manners are awful! i say she gets beheaded!”

your niece scowled at atsumu who had an amused expression as he watched a frown form on your face.

“auntie y/n will not be beheaded you pee pee head!”

“p-pee pee head?!” atsumu’s eyes widened as your niece aimlessly took hits at his ego while you silently praised her for taking him down a few pegs.

“yeah pee pee head! now shush and clink your cups with each other!”

atsumu scoffed and begrudgingly clinked his little plastic cup with the two teddies sat next to him and drank his non existent drink from it.

you had been asked to babysit your little niece while your brother was called out to work for an emergency on his day off and his wife was unable to leave her own workplace to take over from him.

he’d called you in panic while you were lounging around with your boyfriend. hearing the panic in his voice and not having anything better to do with your afternoon, you ensured your brother you’d take good care of his daughter while both parents were gone. atsumu had naturally accompanied you and drove the two of you over to your brothers house 15 minutes after he’d called.

“okay, im bored now let’s play princess wedding!” your niece announced as she hopped off the chair.

you grimaced slightly at the announcement of scenario change and mustered the softest smile for your niece.

“don’t you think we should keep playing this? we’ve only just stopped playing princess mermaids-”

“-yeah and princess pirates, princess explorers and princess rockstars!” atsumu added on.

your niece narrowed her eyes at the two of you which meant her decision was final and neither of you had any say. “okay then.” you muttered in defeat as your niece squealed and dragged the two of you back over to her dress-up wardrobe.

atsumu offered an apologetic smile at you which you waved off. if anything, you were the apologetic one as he’d been dragged into this in the first place. sure, he willingly came along but you were sure atsumu didn’t wake up this morning with the intention to be playing ridiculous scenarios while wearing tutus all afternoon.

“y/n! you can be the bride! pee pee, you have to marry her i guess.”

you snorted at the nickname she’d branded atsumu which caused him to poke your side quickly.

“why don’t you want to be the one who gets married huh?” you knelt down so you were eye level with the little girl who’s face scrunched up in disgust.

“pee pee is the only boy here and i would never want to marry him.” she sneered as you held back a laugh.

“i’m heartbroken.” he muttered a slight twinkle of amusement in his tone.

you sighed and stood up taking the flimsy plastic tiara your niece offered out to you. atsumu grabbed the small plastic crown in the pile of disgarded dress up clothes on the chair nearby.

“well then princess y/n, will ya do me the honor of marryin me?”

you laughed and took his hand as your niece watched the two of you in slight awe.

“mhm i’d love to prince atsumu.”

your niece scrambled between the two of you and acted as the priest.

“you may now kiss the bride.” she bounced on her heels waiting in anticipation for you to ‘officially’ marry your prince.

atsumu shrugged and pulled you close to him. a quick and soft kiss was pressed to your lips as neither of you would’ve been able to stop the disgust growing on your nieces face had you of kissed for a longer amount of time.

“i now name you husband pee pee and wife pee pee!”

“i’m thrilled.” you muttered as atsumu hummed humouring your little niece.

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the rest of the afternoon was spent playing various other scenario games until you’d finally cleaned up the mess and got your niece settled down to eat dinner and watch a movie after she was all cleaned up.

she’d become drowsy after her bath and you knew she’d pass out soon after so you let her stay downstairs with yourself and atsumu as she drifted off between you.

“hey, sorry about today, i’m sure this isn’t how you wanted to spend your afternoon.” the quiet hums of the tv playing in the background, neither of you paying particular attention to it.

“nah it’s not a problem, got to spend the day with ya anyways.” he turned to you with a small smile content on his handsome face.

“yeah well, i’m sure my niece had fun with prince pee pee this afternoon too.”

atsumu raised an eyebrow and slung his arm over your shoulders.

“that’s uncle prince pee pee to you, we got married remember?”

you rolled your eyes and turned back towards the tv.

“you’re right we did get married didn’t we? guess that makes me y/n miya now huh?” you softly teased back resulting in a slightly flustered atsumu.

“well i mean, i’m tired of pretending that yer not my wife already so...”

this caught your attention.

“w-what?!”

atsumu smugly grinned at your now flustered state.

“ya heard me. we already act like a married couple we might as well stop this act and make it official.” he stated casually. you felt the heat rise to your cheeks as he removed his arm from your shoulders and grabbed both of your hands.

“look, i don’t have a ring on me now it’s back at the apartment and i did plan on askin ya soon i swear. i’ll give it to ya when we get home but since i’ve basically just proposed, y/n, will you marry me? and not pretend this time?”

tears welled up in your eyes as you did your best not to sob and wake up your sleeping niece still snugly cuddled up between you both.

“y-yes! only if i get to marry atsumu though, i don’t want to marry a prince pee pee.” you laughed as a thin stream of tears pooled out the lash line of your eyes.

atsumu laughed and gave your hands a quick squeeze.

“god i love ya.”

pressing his forehead closer to yours until they were touching, the two of you could practically hear your heartbeats over the drowning volumes of the tv and the sounds of a car pulling up to the driveway.

“sounds like my brothers home.” you mumbled as atsumu pulled away and stood up, offering his hand to you.

your brother was in fact home now and had just unlocked the door to the sight of his little daughter all washed up and sleeping on the couch.

he thanked the two of you profusely before insisting he owed the two of you a favour now. atsumu shook his head and said it was okay and the only favour he owed the two of you was his attendance at your wedding.

your brother was surprised but not totally shocked. he knew you’d marry astumu from the first time you’d brought him home in your third year of high school. he got on well with both your parents and him and your brother mentioned how he approached of your choice in boyfriend as your parents agreed.

you left after sharing a few moments of excitement with your brother who promised that when everything was planned him and his family would be there and to let them know if they needed any assistance beforehand.

atsumu unlocked his car and opened the door for you as you got ready to drive home where a proper proposal and engagement ring was waiting to be presented to you.

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