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Tommy Shelby wanting to get you pregnant would include...

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Warnings: breeding kink, swearing, smut

It all comes out of the blue really

Some fella had tried chatting you up at the pub, not realising whose wife you were, and that night, tommy had slammed you up against the shut bedroom door, pressing needy , sloppy kisses to your lips

You loved him like this- having him utterly desperate for you made you feel so powerful, having Tommy Shelby practically on his knees for you

Such feelings of power were very quickly demolished as he pulled you away from the door and towards the bed, pushing you down on the bed, his broad thighs on either side of you as he pinned your arms above your head

“You’re fucking mine, YN,” he grumbled, his voice harsh though not with anger.

You could tell by the stormy spark in his eyes that he was brimming with protective possessiveness, feathers clearly ruffled by the stranger’s drunken flirting.

You tease him about this (of course) rolling your eyes playfully, though he quickly shut you up by pressing open mouthed kisses to your throat, tongue tracing your pulse point before he left a small but dark mark.

The first of many

Eventually he ends up on his back, shirtless and stripped down to his underwear as you straddle him, stark naked but for the string of pearls around your neck, hanging most temptingly between your breasts

Tommy can’t resist, his hands that are resting on your waist trailing up to palm your breasts and pinch your nipples, tugging you down to mark your chest. You whine, rocking your hips and- holy fuck- he can feel your arousal on his shaft even through his underwear

“‘M yours, Tom,” you breathe, fingers curled tightly in his cropped hair. “All yours. Fill me up and prove it,”

He growls, and it’s almost primal, the sound making your innermost walls flutter with anticipation as he rolls you onto your back

“Want me to fill you up, Ay?” He groaned into your neck before squeezing your cheeks together and kissing your lips. “Want me to fill you with my cum until you’re full of my child?”

Your eyes roll back under the intensity of his gaze and you nod, desperately, trying to buck your hips up for something, anything

He nods, kissing you sweetly, before lining up with you

His thrusts are slow at first, and your eyes lock as he fucks you tenderly, gasping out and grasping onto any inch of one another

When you wrap your legs tight around his waist and rock your hips up to meet his, his slow pace goes right out the window (much to your satisfaction) and he fucks you with reckless abandon, holding you up against his chest as he pounds into you, his fingers digging bruises into your flesh

The first wave of your orgasm sends him over the edge and he stills, digging his nails into your shoulders as he pumps your womb full of his come, kissing your neck and cheek as you settle down from your highs

Over the next few weeks, you and Tommy fuck a LOT, discovering that the previous incident wasn’t just a result of tommy being jealous- you both want to at least try to start your family

Several months later, Tommy is thrilled to see his wife’s body swell with his baby, and his love of watching your pregnancy progress is very convenient, especially when your hormones kick in...

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Things that just make sense as the Yan!Batfamily's shared Darling.

A/N: slight smutty hc's at the end but so slight, Yandere shenanigans, shared Darling NOT EDITED

Alone time simply no longer exists, someone is constantly vying for your attention, even when you think you're alone one of them is lurking nearby

All of them are terrible with boundaries but Dick! is! the! worst!! First son means first dibbs in his brain, sure he may not have spotted you first or met you first but he makes damn sure to be your first in everything else he can.

I just love the idea of you being 21-23 around Damian's age and him being the one to befriend you initially, be it as a fellow student or an intern at Wayne Tech, he would notice you immediately and always have his eye on you from that point forward.

He holds it over the others heads forever, he genuinely wants them to get smart about something with him, way too quick to pull out the "I'm the reason we have her card." Which instantly shuts all of them up including Bruce.

He'd know you were their Darling before your first conversation, and when you two inevitably do speak and hit it off, it only furthers proves his initial thought- you were the one.

When you first come home and are, understandably freaked the fucked out, Bruce is the one to come in and calm you down, undoes your restraints with a tender hand, massages the sore areas with an apology, goes on to explain that you're safe and nothing would ever hurt you again.

Tim uses his big brain to trick you into thinking he's not as bad as the others.

He'd never chain you to the bed out of possession like Dick or beat a man's skull in for looking at you too long like Jason.

He wasn't as intense as Damian or controlling as Bruce. He was perfect for you.

If anyone of them ever overwhelmed you with their love Tim was the one you'd bury your face into, lucky him, you miss the evil little smile he shoots the rest of the family every time.

Jason is s lot like a shelter dog. On guard 24/7 and always ready for a threat, the only way to calm him down when he gets like this is to pull him into your chest and let him melt into you for a few hours.

Dick takes you to the roof to watch the stars, he's a pro at this by now and always makes you feel safe. He likes to sit with his back against the wall of the roof, knees spread on the side of your huddled body as you say on his lap. You'd be in a pair of his sweats and an old hoodie, surrounded entirely by him, just the way he liked it.

Your birthday is a warzone, fistfights have broken out about who gave the best gift.

If Jason is in his city girl era he will leave a bloody heart on the wall at every one of his fights for you. A little J+(Y) in the middle to really seal the cheesy deal.

Bruce hires you as an assistant for three reasons.

1. You were complaining about being bored while they went about their day jobs and he loved the cute way you'd brighten whenever he got you what you wanted.

2. He knew he'd gain some huge brownie points

3. He got an excuse to see you more than the boys and you wore a tight little Secretary outfit while he did.

Plus he loves the idea of taking you against his desk while on the phone with some nobody shareholders, trying so so hard to keep his voice level while you're twitching and creaming around him.

Damian would read with you in the garden, your days with him would be softer than you'd imagine, comfortable silences and moonlit dancing, he's a true romantic at heart.

Tim loves everything you do, he makes it a mission to be a like you as possible, so much so now whenever you wanna indulge in one of your favorite activities he's the first person you think of, he's got you trained well.

There's a schedule made to adequately divide your time amongst them, of course you know nothing about it, but they'll hold meetings in the cave to talk about you, how you're adjusting, if they have any gripes or complaints- this is when they're aired out.

They know their love language is illegal unconventional in societies eyes so they account for it, in public you're their fathers loyal assistant, they'll allow themselves to be photographed with random women to keep suspicions off the true nature of your relationship.

And if you're thinking "hm I bet I could use that against them. Maybe say they couldn't love me as they claim if they're sleeping around" Don't. You'd be getting that poor random woman eviscerated.

I hear you asking "Surely Batman wouldn't break his sacred rule for a Darling." And you're right, he wouldn't.

But Jason would.

And all of a sudden Batman doesn't find it so hard to look the other way, so long as he gets to look at your pretty face while he does it.

You get fucked in the Batmobile at some point

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Do u think the young justice girls would have girl nights? Artemis seems like to type to keep it to themselves

At first, they don't. All of the Young Justice girls are a little more subtle and private, Artemis especially....they don't even know she is a yandere (which caused a few misunderstandings and awkward moments) until, one night, they find Artemis panicking and searching the city madly for her escaped darling, the girls stepping in to help her.

After "recusing" darling, there's a deeper bond between them and only them girl's nights become a tradition for them.

(also imagine being a darling and FINALLY escaping your crazy superhero yandere...only for a team of them to show up and help capture you again lmao the darlings are so unlucky)

💙 Artemis is learning how to be a better lover to her Sunfire. The others are more experienced yanderes but she's far darker, an expert at stalking, sabotage, and so much more. After your little escape attempt, you're on lockdown, watched by cameras and surrounded by booby traps. They laugh about her coming home to find you tangled in a net, Artemis dragging you home time and time again.

"I turn my back for a minuet and catch her picking locks and climbing out windows! My darling is so silly."

💙 M'gann has all kind of telepathic tricks for soothing her Moon and stars. Manipulating memories or deleting them entirely, calming an upset darling, confusing them in order to gain the upper hand. She even knows how to make a darling a little sweeter and a little more loving, something that's worked wonders with you! She's more then happy to help her friends out, if a darling needs...correcting.

"A tweak here or there, and it's all better!"

💙 Mist just adores her Dream and, in general, is such a gentle yandere. So much so that you don't even know that your sweet girlfriend and the stalker you've been so scared of are one in the same. At their encouragement, she's used the "stalker" to draw you closer and keep you there, her obsession masked as the sweetest love. They love helping her come up with new plot lines, writing an entire horror-romance novel with the two of you as the main characters.

"Sometimes I feel a little bad but it's all for the best, isn't it? We're happy and in love and that's all that ever matters!"

💙 Stephanie can be a little overprotective of her Sweetheart. Cameras all over the apartment, a thousand locks, passwords on everything. And can anyone blames her? You're a tricky little darling, something she and Artemis bond over. But you're slowly becoming everything she knew you could be, dreaming of the day you've finally stopped fighting and just love her.

"Deep down, I know my darling loves me and that makes it all worth it."

💙 Zatanna has all kinds of magic tricks and treats to help her with her Love. She's so convinced of your little love story and you are too, having been slipped small amounts of ( a somewhat diluted) love potions for years. You're so in love with her that you question nothing, allowing Zatanna to do as she pleases (also, I really like the idea of her and Dick sharing a darling, they'd be a terrible and romantic pair).

"A little magic goes a long way!"

𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐨

Day three: a prequel to this letter

This was originally day four but I didn't like what I had planned to do so enjoy

It was Jon's idea, or atleast he was the one to tell suggest it to you and you had denied it claiming your inexperience, and the embarrassment was adorable Damian had taken so many screenshots of the camera recording the two of you. You seemed so coy, so meek, Damian couldn't wait to have you under him. Jon and him had been so patient, waiting for you to realise the love which was so close.

Things had changed though. It seems as though you were running from them, avoiding them entirely. Damian suggested kidnapping you if this continued, infact they should just do it now, what if someone was forcing you to do this? But Jon had an even better idea! They should talk to you! Damian had never been good at this communication thing but Jon knew the three of you would work it out.

This is what lead Jon to your home.

Tap, tap, tap.

Tap, tap, tap.

Tap, tap, tap.

He kept tapping. Each one heavier than the last, eventually it came down but Jon heard you run long before it dropped but he knew where you were, hearing you sweet sobs broke his heart and your heart which had been beating like a rabbit with a fox biting it's cotton tail. This thought made him realise that he had become the fox, but he wasn't a fox he was Jon, dumb bunny Jon, but you were trying to embed yourself within a bathtub while he was yelling your name, he doesn't know when he started yelling but your bedroom doll was the second one to fall, in were in the ensuite. Jon felt himself leave his body, a hot rage consumed him as he heard you ring someone else, begging them for help.

Help was outside the door, he was right there, help is here, tearing your home apart, he had began to wreck your room due to the white rage that clouded his vision, Damian had been right.

The third door had not fallen, instead ripped from its hinges. You were pinned against the cold tile, up in the air, Jon's grip was tight and his pretty face covered in tears made you wince momentary. Your face was pulled to look at him and his hand held you in place as he brought his lips to meet yours, your eyes locked shut as did your jaw. This wasn't Jon, it couldn't be. Jon grew tired of this rejection quickly and moved his hand down, restraining your airways until you gave into the kiss, his tears falling on your skin. The kiss was sloppy. But it only got worse as Jon began his baby-brained questions, what did he do wrong? Did you still love him? Why were you being so mean? He is your Jon, your best friend Jon Jon and yet your treating him so creuly blocking he and Damian out, they loved you so much and you were being very nasty.

Thankfully Clark had appeared before his tantrum could continue but you knew this was not the end

welcome to burlesque

synopsis - tommy attends to this new burlesque club and he didn't expect to see you there

pairing - tommy shelby x reader (dancer!)

warnings - SMUT +18, breeding kink, creampie, p in v, unprotected sex.

notes - rushed, this is my favourite song and movie ><, divider by saradika-graphics

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After the first World War, the inner-city of Small Heath, Birmingham is not lively that it used to. Loads of soldiers coming home from the war were traumatized; only finding comfort in whores, cocaine, alcohol, and betting.

With lots of men now drinking and snorting on their snows, alcohol businesses, betting shops, and cocaine distributors are now on their peak of their business like the well-known gangster, the man himself, Thomas Shelby.

It was the usual day for the gangster. His family running their businesses and sorting out gangster fights. Tommy is miserable in a way that he has no one to talk to or engage something with. Sure, he has his family but all he can talk about to them is business. With women, he still cannot find the right women for him.

As Tommy walked on the bland streets of Small Heath, inhaling his cigarette, he was approached by his friend, Johnny Dogs and his other workers. As Johnny walked to catch up with Tommy, he placed his shoulders on the gangster's shoulders.

"What ya up to, Tom?" Johnny Dogs asked, a smile planted on his face.

"The usual, John, business," Tommy sighed before he replied, continuing to inhale the cancerous stick.

"You should go to this club, Tommy! There's a lot of women in there, I heard. Just recently opened," Curly joined the conversation.

Tommy's eyes began to look at them. Recently opened? A club? In Birmingham?

He began to be interested and curious at the same time.

"Curly's right, Tom." John said. "Maybe you'll find someone there, eh? Or maybe just loosen up."

"There's nothing new with that, Johnny. There's whores everywhere. What's so special about this club," the older Shelby replied.

"Heard the women there are.. unique. Dancers."

Strip clubs in Small Heath isn't new for Tommy. But it's a bit confusing for him to see why his friend is very invested in this club. Maybe there's something more and special about these women and dancers. He cannot help but think.

"What ya say, Tom?"

After a few minutes of deciding, he exhaled.

"8:00 PM."

The boys cheered and clapped, playfully hitting each other's shoulders with their elbows as they cheered. A huge smile were planted on their faces

• • •

It was finally 7 in the evening. Tommy Shelby was already dressed for the man's night. A velvet red tie decorated his grey suit. His long black trench coat keeping him warm. The golden pocket watch with the engraved 'Shelby' name on the back hanged on the small pocket of his charcoal vest.

"Where are you going, Tom?" Polly asked as he saw his nephew exiting the manor.

Tommy placed his newsboy hat on his head, styling it properly as he replied to his aunt,

"Night with me boys. We'll be back by morning."

"Hope you're not plotting something again, Thomas."

"Yeah, no, aunt Pol." he coldly replied before finally shutting the door.

• • •

The ride was a little long, especially how this club is in the Northern part of Birmingham. The Blinders have finally arrived. Getting off their cars and entering the club like they owned it. The entrance fee lady didn't even bother asking them to pay since, well, they're the Peaky Blinders. Other customers hurriedly gave way and emptied the tables for them.

The club was lit in a red color. Circular tables with lamps were placed everywhere in front of the medium sized stage. Renaissance paintings were hanged all over the walls of the club. Tommy was suprised by this new club, it shows how the owner definitely has a budget for this.

The gangsters finally sat on their chairs just near the stage, ordering up a few drinks before the lights turned off, only focusing on the stage.

"This club is a Burlesque?" Tommy asked as he sipped a glass of whiskey he ordered.

"Yeah. Can't you believe it? The first every Burlesque club after a decade!"

The small band on the side of the stage started to play a jazz-like original song. A woman with a black top hat decorated on her (h/c) hair, a combination of black and white colour painted her tight corset while a pair of black fishnet stockings kept her warm appeared on the stage with a few dancers.

As the song started, you began to sing. Swaying your body seductively to the melody of the song, you looked at the guests. There were a lot of people in the club making you nervous but you decided to brush the anxiety away.

Tommy was widened by the performance but it wasn't the first time that he witnessed it; it's just that he haven't seen this kind of performance in years. His baby blue eyes followed you as you sang, mesmerized by the shift looks on your face. He kept a close eye on your legs as they moved fluidly and elegantly to the music. His eyes lingered on the way the tight corset tightened in your curves and making your form seem more beautiful with each breath. He was lost in focus, taking in each detail of your performance.

You looked at the audience again and now your eyes caught him.

Thomas Shelby.

The man himself.

You felt your heart drop, you know that one day he will visit the club but you didn't expect that it will be today. It was like a faraway memory coming to life the first time you saw him since the war. You remembered the moment that ignited everything between you, helping him with his broken arm in that dark tunnel. You can still feel the warmth of that kiss you had under the sycamore tree, and the letters you wrote one other later that carried shards of your hearts. That gentle kiss represented the silent relationship that has become stronger with every written word and every memory exchanged.

The way he looked at you felt the same: soft and genuine.

Tom had already shown many signs of trauma during the war, but he always felt safe and well while he was with you in the medic tent or on walks. You ended the gazing exchange between you two by continuing to dance.

You got a lot of "woo" and "yeah" remarks from the crowd as you went on singing and dancing sensually with your girls.

Tom began to be curious. You seem so familiar to him but he's not sure where you guys met.

"Who's the singer, Charlie?" Tom began to ask, leaning, his mouth just behind Charlie's ear.

"Oh her? That's (Y/n) (L/n). I heard she served in the war as a medic. Lovely ain't she?"

Oh.

Now Tom can recall who you were.

It was you, the nurse, who saved his arm after a bullet struck him in that tunnel. His memories of the war flashed back, and for the first time he wasn't afraid. Rather, he was somewhat happy. He recalled how you carefully applied a white bandage on his arm with your soft, delicate hands. She asked about how he was while exchanging life stories with him. How you kissed each other beneath the sycamore tree.

"Welcome to Burlesque!" The dance finally ended. A huge smile plastered on your face as you bowed, the big curtains coming down the stage. Loads of men including Tom's gang stood up and cheered, their claps echoed the club.

As you went backstage and sat on your vanity, you cannot help but recall who you just saw. His eyes were still the same; his blue eyes shining as his eyes locked yours. Memories of you and him talking, kissing, walking together flashed on your mind, making you frown at the memory that you hope you can still experience it again.

Meanwhile, Tommy excused himself, telling his gang that he'll be visiting the backstage to talk to someone. They didn't interfere nor asked who and why.

Tom finally arrived at the backstage, seeing women changing to their next-performance clothes. The dancers gasp at the sight of the notorious gangster, immediately covering up their bodies with their clothes. He cleared his throat due to the awkward moment, starting to ask where you were. "

Where can I find (Y/n) (L/n)?" Tom asked.

"B-back room, Mr. Shelby."

As Tommy walked towards the wooden door of your own vanity room, his heart raced. He felt his muscle goes numb every step he took. He doesn't know how you will react if he saw you. Will you be mad for him leaving you all of a sudden after the war? Will you be sad? Will you be happy? He doesn't know and he cares about that.

Taking a deep breath, his pale palms twisted the door knob, opening the door. He finally saw you. Sitting on a circular chair in front of your well-lit vanity mirror, loads and loads of make-up scattered on your table. You were wearing your long black corset only.

As you noticed the door opening, you looked at who it was while trying to remove your earrings. Finally looking at the person, your heart instantly dropped. You finally saw him up close after years of having no contact.

"Thomas..?" You stood up, feeling every electricity in your body flinched.

"(Y/n)."

A part of you wants to run up to him and give him the tightest hug and another part of you wants to scream at him for leaving you just like that.

"Why are you here?" you answered coldly but your voice softy broke, trying not to cry.

"I'm sorry," he spoke up. "..for leaving you just like that. I didn't mean to. I-It's just that - I didn't knew what to do."

As a former medic, it's understandable due to his mental state during the war. But as his lover, you just wished he stayed.

"Where were you, Tommy.."

"I'm so sorry, my love," Tom apologized, slowly walking towards you, cupping your cheek with his palms, stroking your chin.

"I missed you, Tommy. I thought you were gone." you whispered, holding his palms that were cupping on your cheeks, a tear finally fell from your sad eyes.

You tried finding him during and after the war but you failed. You forced yourself to move on, thinking that it was just for his comfort that time and you mean nothing to him now.

Slowly, his lips met yours. Allowing himself to be reunite with you. Tom's hand gripped your side hip as the kiss began to deepen. And there it is, you felt the same feeling when the both of you kissed under that sycamore tree.

He gently pushed you on the door, continuing the make-out session as his fingers locked the doorknob.

"Fuck, I missed you.."

"..so much," Tommy whispered in between kisses.

Your spine tingled with electric shocks as he sucked and kissed your neck, causing you to gasp and sigh with a mixture of pleasure and excitement. With an ache that made it seem as though he hadn't tasted anything like this in years, his lips finally discovered that sweet spot he had been longing for.

Every kiss was intense, every suck a confession of his insatiable appetite, making you insanely addicted. You got caught up in the moment, losing yourself in the heat of the moment as your fingers became tangled in his hair and gripped harder with every pleasure pulse.

"You taste so sweet, my love," he said.

You began to undo your black corset, leaving you with your black lacey bra and underwear, and your fishnet stockings. Trying to undo the stockings, Tom interfered.

"Leave the stockings on."

Nodding, your lips and his met each other again. Tommy's lips were stained with your red lipstick. The two of you ran to the vanity table, your hands removing all the items and make-up that was placed there while Tom began to unbutton his trousers and then his underwear.

You felt so aroused as your black panties were soaked wet. Your hole aching for Tommy inside.

"So wet already?" his deep voice made you wetter.

"Please, Tom. I need you.."

His cock sprung free out of his boxers, revealing how hard he was. He pumped it first with his hand before he moved your panties to the side instead of fully taking it off, allowing him to enter you.

You gasped aloud as his long, thick length began to gently and deeply penetrate you, each inch sending waves of powerful pleasure through your entire body. Tom, at the same time, moaned lightly as he enjoyed the way your close warmth surrounded him, the closeness sparking a fire between you both. His movements had a steady, deliberate pace, and your bodies seemed to melt together as each thrust was delivered with delicate passion. Your in unison breathing and softly spoken confessions of love filled the room, each one increasing the sensual, romantic connection between you.

Your body faced the mirror so he was fucking behind you. After a few minutes of you adjusting to his length, he began to thrust slowly.

"Oh fuck," you moaned.

"You feel so good — fuck!"

Your breasts bounced in time to every thrust he made, and your moans got louder and stronger. Euphoria rushes over you, bringing you closer to the brink with each move. You realized how much you had missed his presence and the way he filled you up entirely because of the pace of that moment. The overwhelming happiness served as a clear reminder of the intense touch and need you had experienced while he was away.

Your head lowered and your palms gripped the side of the bright vanity table. Your head was messy, a few strands of hair covered your face.

You can hear the breathy moans that Tommy let out. His rough fingers gripping your waist as his lower body jerked up, his head rolled back.

As he noticed your head looking down, his right palm gripped your jaw, making you look up and look at the mirror forcely.

"Look at yourself while I'm fucking you, honey."

Nothing but your shared moans, grunts, and skin slapping echoed the whole room. You didn't care how loud you guys were, you just want to think of him and him alone.

Feeling your orgasm build up, you began to let out a louder series of moans and gripped his arm.

"Tom—fuck! I'm close.."

"Yeah? Go on, cum on my cock."

"Yes Tommy, yes! Oh my god!"

"I'm gonna fill you up, yeah? Put a baby inside you. Gonna be the mother of our children, mhm?" he whispered on your ear as his pace quickened.

Finally, your orgasm came, making a mess on his massive dick. After a few more thrusts from Tommy, he came inside you, filling your walls with his sticky white cum.

The both of you panted, catching your breaths. Tom finally pulled out, making your aching hole leak out your shared juices. He let out a satisfied groan.

"Fuck, that was hot," he said, giving you a passionate kiss.

"I love you, Thomas Shelby."

"I love you, (Y/n) (L/n)."