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A Proper Thank You (Tommy Shelby x Fem!Reader) [+18]

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x female reader Summary: You're Tommy's younger girlfriend who he loves to spoil. Thankfully, you always know how to thank him. Word count: 2,954 Contents: (Minors DNI) Age gap (reader is in her 20's, Tommy is in his 40's), smut, daddy kink (a serious use of the word "daddy"), oral sex (male receiving), cum eating. Author's notes: Another collab with my bestie @fuckiingloser. Don't forget to give her some love too! Mandatory "english is not my first language" disclaimer. Love ya!

You were not the first young woman to be with a man in his 40's. It was still very common even if the times were changing. But there was something about this relationship that did mirror the societal shift. You were his sweet girlfriend who he paraded around town, who shamelessly sat on his lap while he worked and who shared his bed. Quite the scandal for those still stuck in Victorian times who would expect this to happen only between a married couple. Good thing the Victorian times had ended over 30 years ago. 

Tommy loved having you by his arm half of the time. The other half he loved having you under him. Or on top, he wasn't picky. He got a kick out of the variety of looks some people would give him for having a pretty, young girl as his sweetheart. But above all things, he absolutely adored the way his pretty baby looked at him whenever he spoiled her rotten.

Today, you went with him to a horse ranch near Southam. A lovely place where Tommy intended to see that beautiful look in your eyes once more. He smirked, seeing you caress a beautiful mare’s nuzzle, the animal calm and docile under your touch.

“Aye, I think she likes you.” Tommy announced with pride, already planning to buy the horse for his beautiful girlfriend.

“You think?” You turned your head to look at him and admire his poise. The cigarette kissing his lips, the fine dark suit, the piercing blue eyes. So intimidating to many, so dear to you. “She’s beautiful…” Your thoughts and eyes returned to the mare, giving her another soft pet.

“You two make a very pretty picture, baby girl.” He dropped his cigarette to the ground and stomped it out skillfully before making his way to you. His big arms wrapped around you from behind while he rested his chin on your shoulder. You smirked when a surprisingly sweet kiss was planted on the side of your head. Thomas Shelby was never sweet to anyone, not even in the dark humor jokes of those who knew him. His portrait could have easily been annexed to the definitions of “rugged”, “serious” and even “ruthless”, yet, here he was. This was what his lips that had spat out curses and threats were doing. Kissing. And very gently at that. 

Above all women, you had a special place in his soul. You had him wrapped around your finger like those expensive rings you wore. Anything you wanted, you could have it. And if tomorrow you were to ask for a heart on a silver plate, he would tear anybody’s chest open and serve it to you himself.

You leaned into him, just in time to meet his husky whisper:

“If you want her baby… She’s yours.” 

With a big, spoiled princess grin, you turned around and looked at him in complete elation.

“Thank you, daddy!” Your sweetness intoxicated him, the way you looked into his eyes killed him, and the way you called him “daddy” raised him from the dead. He absolutely loved it. 

A calloused hand came up to touch your cheek, his thumb gently rubbing over your bottom lip. He admired the joy upon your beautiful face and studied it devotedly.

“Anything for my girl.” He spoke softly, his sexy Birmingham accent made your knees feel weak and your pussy become wetter. In a heartbeat, Thomas spoke to the farm owner, purchased the mare without even caring about the cost and made the necessary arrangements so you could have your pretty horse. 

After a successful purchase, Thomas helped you into the passenger seat of his car, driving you back to town. You would have your horse tomorrow morning, right now, business called.

He drove you to the Garrison, the Shelby's family owned pub for a Peaky Blinder business meeting. Usually, women were not allowed, but you were not just a woman. You were Thomas Shelby’s woman. And the people who knew would rather chop a limb off than dare to deny you access.

With his hand on your lower back, Tommy guided you inside the rowdy bar towards the private Peaky Blinders table. Everybody was waiting for your arrival between sips of irish whiskey and puffs of smoke. Thomas took a seat and you took yours on his lap, the feeling of your weight on him as natural as the feeling of air entering his lungs. 

The men at the table did not bat an eye, your presence was the new normality. And in a way, a sign that things were good, that Thomas was relaxed and no conflicts were on the horizon. If something bad or difficult was preying upon them, you would be hidden away in some safe heaven and not happily sitting on Tommy’s lap. Perhaps, the only other emotion a few of the men could feel when looking at you was a secret, deeply buried longing. Anybody would love to have a beauty like you sitting on their lap. Not that they would allow Thomas to hear them admit that.

The meeting started around you, some usual business and many details you didn’t care for. Thomas concentrated, his thumb mindlessly rubbing back and forth on your clothed thigh. You liked the skirt you wore, the fabric was soft, and it incited Tommy to touch. It was not exactly close to the feeling of your bare skin when you fucked him, or when he would make you sit naked on his lap while he worked in his house studio, but it was pleasant. 

The more the meeting dragged on, the more you started to grow restless. And a little bored, in all honesty. Sitting on his lap sounded glamorous and sensual in theory but in practice it was a test of resilience and patience. Being a sweet arm candy girl like you required more than a pretty face and a hot body. You also had to possess the skills to tell when a meeting was dying out and calculate the exact perfect moment to lean closer to Tommy’s ear and whisper something to save you from boredom.

“You know… I never properly thanked you today for getting me my beautiful horse… I think daddy needs a proper thank you…” Thomas turned to look at you with a raised eyebrow and a little smirk.

“Is that right?” He leaned closer to you until your noses bumped together, giving your thigh a squeeze. “And just how would you thank daddy, then? Hmm?” He whispered, the meeting a mere background noise now. You leaned towards his ear again, whispering so quietly so only Tommy could hear.

“I wanna suck your cock… Or you can fuck me over your desk in the back?” You purred so innocently despite the pure filth of your words. His cock told you all you needed to know about his opinion. The twitch inside his pants impossible to miss. You pulled back to stare into his eyes and take in his tiny smirk. He knew that resistance was futile and completely incompatible with him when it came to you.

Without excusing words or explanations to the other gentlemen, Thomas scooted you two out of the booth, taking your hand and guiding you to the back. He kicked the small office door open and locked you both in. You could almost feel his piercing blues tracing the shape of your ass under that fashionable skirt you wore. 

“So...” You started, walking over to his desk and luring him to take a few steps closer to you. He towered over you, his rough hands touched your hips with interest. “How does daddy want me?” You purred innocently, looking into his eyes.

Thomas’ cock hardened even more in his dress pants. Your figure, your soft face, your pretty eyes, your voice, you. Lust took over his eyes.

 “On your knees baby… you know what daddy wants.” His voice was husky, overcome with his need for you and your pretty little mouth. You grinned, a hungry look in your eyes replicating his own. Steadily, you sunk to your knees, the fabric of your skirt your only padding on the cold floor. Tommy leaned against his desk and watched you work your magic. Your fingers undid the button of his pants with torturous care.

“You know… If you wanted to fuck me in front that whole room of men… I’d let you. I’d let you do whatever you want to me..” You were a tease, you killed him slowly. His breath hitched a bit, his possessive streak driving him to total insanity. You were right. You would let him do anything he wanted. He knew. But hearing you say that made the fire of his lower stomach ignite him whole.

“Oh, I know you would… You’d be my good little girl, wouldn’t you?” He whispered, brushing a hair out of your beautiful face. You nodded so innocently, and then lowered his pants down until they pooled around his ankles.

“I'll always be your good girl… I’ll always please you and let you use me however you need…” You whispered back, a soft sensual smile gracing your lips. Tommy couldn’t help but groan at your words, his painfully hard cock pulsing in his boxer briefs right in front of your face.

“God, you’re such a good girl… You’ll be good for daddy now won’t you?” He cooed. 

“Always.” You purred in devotion. Your hands reached up to grab the band of his boxers and, with one swift, well trained motion, pulled them down. His large throbbing cock sprung free for you to drool over. Mere inches away from your face. 

“You gonna thank your daddy properly, hmm?” He asked with a sexy smirk, heavily accented and incredibly husky. You nodded obediently, your eyes going from his beautiful irises to his hard cock. It had been over four months since you became his sweetheart and you still felt enamored at his sheer size.

“Yes daddy…” You answered softly then looked back up to his pretty blue eyes. “Gonna suck your cock and drain these perfect balls just how you like…” You made it a point to speak so innocently, stirring something in him. He could have lost himself right then and there from your words alone. It took him a second to fully take in the idea. The dirtiest promises coming from the prettiest girl he has ever seen.

“Fuck baby… You’re gonna be the death of me someday, you know that?” He asked in a playful little smirk, and you attacked. Your soft hand wrapped around his aching hard cock. He groaned softly.

“But at least you’ll die happy.” You purred, gifting him a few seconds to prepare himself before finally leaning in to swirl your tongue skillfully over the head of his dripping cock. Thomas let out a guttural moan, his hand gripping his desk behind him in an attempt to steady himself. His head fell back, the texture of your wet, warm tongue erasing each and every thought off his mind. It all became you and you only. You licking him, tasting his sensitive tip, you pleasing him.

“Fuck, baby… My perfect girl…” He managed to choke out, affected yet addicted. Your tongue swirled over him expertly, and you looked up at him. A sweet happy hum reverberated in your throat as you tasted the salt of his precum. Every drop that ran down his tip not making it far thanks to your eager licks. Your hum sent vibrations up his cock, making him feel like his knees were about to buckle under him. The only time he appreciated feeling vulnerable.

Tommy looked down at you servicing him, taking your sweet time on his sensitive tip. The fire in your eyes recognized his and burnt with it. 

“Holy-f-fuck.. my girl knows how to suck her daddy’s cock so good….” He groaned, and you took more of his lengthy cock in your mouth, working your way down and sucking it, your tongue massaging it slowly.

He tried his best to maintain his composure and control, but another swirl of your tongue made him admit to himself that he would not last long.

“F-fuck, baby girl… You keep going like that…” He groaned, gripping the edge of the wooden desk harder and urging you.

You bobbed your head on his cock in a skillful rhythm. The sounds coming from you were so filthy and obscene. Nothing could have torn his gaze away from you. It was a war between him and his throbbing cock. He wanted more, desperately needed more, but his orgasm neared closer than his next breath.

 “You’re too good to me, baby girl… You’re gonna make daddy come… And it’s gonna be right in your pretty mouth, and you’re gonna take every last drop, aren’t you?” He cooed with one hand touching the top of your head for support. You bobbed your head, up and down his shaft, with your nose bumping his pelvic area. You looked up and hummed in response. You always swallowed.

Noting his increasing pleasure, you pushed yourself to take more of his thick cock. You gagged a little and earned a loud moan from him akin to music to your ears.

“Goood girl… Good girl.” With his praise like a mantra, he watched over you, almost out of breath. “That's it. I'm gonna come for you… ‘m gonna come in this mouth and you’re gonna swallow all of it, aren’t you baby?” He repeated, unaware by now. No thoughts inside his head, only your perfect mouth that pulled back for just a second.

 “Yes, daddy.” You purred, looking up at him with innocent eyes before taking him in your mouth again, this time working faster and with much more intensity. Constantly swiping against the underside of his thick cock.

Thomas had to resist the urge of bucking into your mouth and fuck your face just the way he likes, but he found the willpower to stay calm. This was all about you pleasing him, putting that mouth of yours to work and thanking him. 

“Good girl, such a good fuckin’ girl…” He praised, his orgasm so close to hitting him and knocking him flat out. “Now, remember, baby girl… What’s my rule?” His voice almost cracked. Dominance was a hard thing to upkeep when his balls tightened this hard and your throat hummed around him. Your pussy grew wetter at the mention of the rule, one you had committed to memory.

“Before you can swallow, you have to show it to daddy... Need to see my come all over your pretty tongue, hmm?” Thomas said, barely hanging on at this point. One of his hands holding your hair back and the other gripping the desk behind him for stability.

You hummed as loud and as best as you can, his thick cock barely giving up space for sound to travel. You kept sucking him, and his resistance was hung on by a thread, ready to snap at any moment. His moans, his heavy breaths, the hot puffs of air he lets out, the way his cock throbbed in your  mouth… You wanted him done for. 

Your hand came up, gently cupping his balls and giving them a soft squeeze. His breath hitched and he cursed under his breath.

“Holy fuck, baby-” He choked out, and everything snapped inside him. “Coming..” That was the only word he managed to utter before his resolve crumbled and his orgasm hit him like a tidal wave. His hand grabbed your hair firmly, but not painfully, keeping you there, ready to take it all.

Your movements stopped in anticipation and his cock pulsed inside your mouth. A salty load of cum coated your tongue completely and his sensual low groan filled your ears. His eyelids fluttered shut for a moment and his lips stayed parted. When every last drop was unloaded, he opened his eyes back again and looked at you intently.

“Show daddy…” He murmured, his voice a little strained. You obeyed, pulling off him and sitting back on your knees. With pride, you stuck out your cum-painted tongue for his viewing pleasure.

“My good girl.” Tommy praised. You were indeed so good. So obedient. So perfect for him. “You can swallow now, baby girl.” 

His hand petted the top of your head with appreciative softness, and you, living up to his praise, did as he said. The salt taste of his cum mixing with your saliva before passing down your throat. A soft hum of approval coming from you made him smile ever so gently.

He reached down to pull up his pants, tucking his now soft, sensitive and tired cock back into his boxers and buttoning his dress pants. He reached his hands down, pulling you up from the floor easily into his arms. When you were close to his face, you gave him a cheeky little smile. His hands cupped your face and gently pulled you in for a burning hot, passionate kiss. His tongue invaded your mouth, making him taste himself on you. A pervertedly satisfied smile crept into the kiss.

Slowly, he pulled back, looking at you with half-lidded eyes.

“You know… If all it took to get you to do that for me is to buy you a horse… I think I'll buy you a horse, or anything else you want every single day for the rest of your life.” Tommy whispered in a mix of sensuality but also pure, deep love. 

Your eyes twinkled a bit and a soft smile appeared on your face. He was just as obsessed with you as you were with him. 

“Deal”.

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Cute story. I love it! Your creativity never ceases to amaze me. @garrison-girl-08

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Pairing - Modern Thomas Shelby and Reader (not blind date)

This story is party of @look-at-the-souls 900 follower celebration. You are such a kind soul, Mar. And deserve your recognition. 🥳🍾🎉

Pulling up into your vast driveway, you gritted your teeth. Oh no...Your husband was home. That itself was unusual. Glancing at the time, on your Range Rover it read 4.40pm. Why was he home now? Had something happened?

Your plan, would now fail. To carry it through, you would need Tommy to be out. Tapping the wheel with your nails, you debated what to do. Glancing nervously at your handbag. Shit…. there was no choice but to go for plan B.

Climbing out, you carefully hooked your Louis Vuitton handbag onto your arm. Checking your lipstick in the reflection of your car. And fluffing up your hair. Game face on.

Closing the door, you clip clopped through the house. Heels clicking, on your karndean flooring as you went. Peeping around Tommy’s office door, you were surprised to find it empty.

“Tommy,” you called out, heading for the kitchen. To find him smoking by the back door. Shirt sleeves rolled up, tie discarded, as he sucked on the nicotine stick. Gently placing your bag onto the floor, you approached him with a big smile.

“Hi darling, how was your day?” Before he could answer, you pressed a kiss to his lips. Frowning, he pulled back. Looking you over from head to toe, cigarette perched between his thumb and forefinger. Suspicious.

“Darling, eh?” He asked sarcastically, an arm snaking around your waist. Returning your kiss. “Something happened?”

“Happened?” You asked, running your fingers through his longer hair. Keeping your smile fixed tight. “No, what makes you ask that, Thomas?” Leaving him smoking, you walked to the fridge, reaching for a bottle of water. Subtly eyeing your bag. Please keep quiet, you prayed.

How would you drop this bombshell?

“You’ve called me darling, and Thomas in the space of two minutes,” he observed. He truly didn’t miss a thing. Always on the ball.

Chuckling lightly, you waved your hand. “You’re being paranoid. You’re home early, aren’t you? I didn’t expect you to be here,” This wasn’t going to go as well as you thought. You couldn’t trick this man.

As you turned around, he was directly behind you. Making you jump. “Y/n Shelby, you are a bad liar. Where’s the car keys?” He demanded to know. Feeling in the pockets of your jacket.

“Why?” You asked, defensively. Hoping he wouldn’t look inside of your bag.

“You’ve scratched the car again, haven’t you? Ey?” Tommy accused you. “I won’t be mad this time, hmm? Just tell me,” Walking through the house, he opened the front door. Marching out to check the car, pacing around, bending to check the bonnet.

"Tommy, you really don't have faith in your wife. I am actually a good driver. That was a small mishap," you defended. Walking back into the house, sneaking a peak inside of your bag.

Hearing the door close, Tommy wrapped his arms around you from behind. "Ok, I'm sorry I doubted you baby. Why you being so nice, ey?" Moving your hair, he let his head settle in the crook of your neck. As a small whining sound filled the room. Shit.

You froze, feeling Tommy pull away. Turning you to face him, as another little whimper could be heard. "Y/n..." he warned, face stern as he looked towards your bag.

Busted!

"Ok... just listen.. don't burst a blood vessel." Walking towards your bag, you bent, scooping the puppy out. Nuzzling her against your neck, as she snuggled into you. "Just take a deep breath, hmm. Like we talked about,"

Tommy's nostrils flared, "No amount of fucking breathing, is gonna make me agree to this," Raising his eyebrow, Tommy watched in astonishment, as you stroked the puppy. Whispering words of comfort to her.

"Look," you announced holding the puppy towards him. "She is just soo cute," Moving her little paws, she wriggled against you. "Oh Tommy, I could just squish her! I'm thinking..." you trailed off, spinning around the kitchen with happiness.

"Lola, what do you think? She looks like a Lola?"

Beaming at your husband, he stood with his hands on his hips. Looking at the ceiling, breathe Tommy, just breathe he thought. "She doesn't need a name. We are not keeping her! Not! I'm serious I am not giving in this time. It's a no, a firm fucking no!"

Your mouth dropped open in shock. Time for the waterworks you thought, you had it down to perfect timing now. In under two minutes you could turn it on. "Thomas," you sniffed, wiping your eye against the puppy. "How can you be so cruel? She is homeless, homeless!"

Placing her onto the floor, you knelt down next to her burying your head into your hands. "For fucks sake," Tommy mumbled kneeling down next to you. He hated it when you started crying, he couldn't cope.

"She's not homeless love. We can just take her back, to where you got her." he tried, wrapping his arms around you. As the puppy scratched his knee. "What's gonna happen when the baby comes, eh? A puppy and a new born, you aren't thinking straight,"

Huffing, you stood up, scooping Lola with you. "The baby isn't coming for six months, Thomas! And we are keeping her! It's a firm yes!" You bellowed, storming from the kitchen taking the puppy with you.

Tommy knew he was defeated.

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Tit for Tat

•• Modern Tommy Shelby x Reader ••

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I’m so sorry, babe, just running a little late. I’ll be there around 7:30. Just have to pop in at home to change first and then I’ll be there.

I could have sworn we talked about this already. I have a very clear memory of telling you it starts at 7. Several times. Or was I dreaming? Silly me.

Arching her eyebrow in mild annoyance, Y/N replied to his text.

Wow, passive-aggressive much?

Moments later, Tommy answered her.

Late much? You always do this.

I do not! I was on time to the last event, and the one before that.

That’s only because we went together, love, but nice try.

Yeah, but I was ready on time.

Only because I was there to make sure you didn’t take a half hour to choose your shoes.

You realize that the longer you lecture me now, the longer you’re delaying me?

So if I lecture you later, will you move faster now?

Smiling to herself, Y/N replied.

Who says you should lecture me at all?

Would you prefer a spanking instead, love? Because that can be arranged.

Promise?

Y/N smiled to herself again as she watched the bubbles dance across the screen as Tommy typed his reply.

My hand. Your ass. Guaranteed. Now hurry up and get over here so we can get this night over with and go home, and then I can fulfill my promise.

I’ll see you soon.😘

Slipping his phone back in his pocket, Tommy couldn’t stop the smile that briefly spread across his face as he picked up his drink once again and headed back into the large gathering.

Little minx, he thought to himself.

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Hurriedly walking into the building, Y/N paused and then quickly headed down the short hallway to the left. Entering Tommy’s office, she dropped her purse off on his desk before then going back the way she came and closing the door behind her. She then made her way back out into the office building’s lobby and down the larger hallway to the main meeting room, a huge space that would often get converted to the event venue whenever the Shelby’s had a work function to host. Y/N could hear the boisterous voices and commotion of the gathering before she’d even reached the door.

Discreetly entering the room, Y/N tried to slip inside unnoticed, not wanting to call attention to the fact that she was late. Truly, it wasn’t her fault this time, as one of her clients had demanded on seeing a house that had just gone on the market prior to anyone else. She’d tried to persuade them to wait until tomorrow, explaining she had a very important event to attend with her fiancé, but they’d essentially assured her that they wanted this one, and promised her an additional twenty-five percent of whatever her commission would be if they could see it tonight. Now, although she was late, she was also twenty-five percent richer than she had been four hours ago. And if anyone could understand seizing a good business opportunity, it was Tommy.

Y/N helped herself to a glass of champagne as one of the event staff walked by her with the tray, and then she headed over to greet Polly and Ada, who were standing off to the side of the room and apparently people watching.

“There you are, darling! Where have you been?” Polly asked as they quickly embraced. Y/N then also gave Ada a quick hug before stepping back and explaining.

“I was on my way out the door when the Morrison’s called and demanded to see a brand new listing right away,” Y/N explained. “They offered me twenty-five percent additional on my commission if I showed them tonight.”

“Well, Jesus on the cross, I hope they bought it,” Ada said then, her eyebrows raised.

“Closing paperwork is being processed as we speak,” Y/N replied with a smile. “I know Tommy hates when I’m late, but he’ll understand this one.”

Ada nodded, but Polly spoke again at that.

“He’ll understand that, but I don’t think he’ll be as understanding when he sees what you’re wearing,” she said with a smirk of amusement as she assessed the dress Y/N had chosen for the evening.

Looking down at herself, Y/N second guessed her dress choice yet again. The dress was a bit more revealing than the outfits she typically wore to Tommy's work events, but she'd been in such a rush that she had grabbed the first dress in their closet that she saw, and the rich red color had stood out amongst everything else on the hangers. When she'd quickly looked herself over in the mirror before leaving home, she had second guessed it then, too, but when Ada had texted her to ask where she was, she quickly grabbed her heels and flew out the door, no more time for second guessing or outfit changes. Besides, Tommy loved her in this dress. If she was going to be late, she may as well show up in a dress he loved seeing on her, she reasoned. Never mind that she knew he only liked her to wear it when he said she could.

"He loves this dress," Y/N replied as she came back to the moment.

"I can see why," retorted Polly, and Ada snorted a laugh. "But I don't think he'll love the fact that your ladies are on display for every single one of his male business colleagues to ogle at." Polly then gestured to Y/N's chest. "Can you even wear a bra with that dress?"

"A certain kind, yes," Y/N answered, then looked down at herself again. "Do you really think it's too revealing?"

"Considering more of your tits are outside of the dress than in it, I'd say yes," Ada giggled then. "Tommy's face is going to be as red as that fabric when he sees you."

Y/N nervously looked over her shoulder, scanning the room for Tommy, but she didn't see him anywhere.

"Well, it's his fault," she replied as she turned back to Ada and Polly. "He was rushing me so much and scolding me for being late, so I just threw on the first thing I could find and ran out the door. He has no one to blame but himself."

"I don't think he'll follow your logic, darling, but I give you an A for effort," Polly grinned.

The three women stood there and chatted for a bit longer, but now, Y/N's mind was on Tommy. As she looked down at her chest again, she thought that perhaps she should have taken the extra two minutes and changed into a different dress, but it was too late now. And besides, Tommy had been so snarky with her that he deserved whatever annoyance he'd feel at her wearing this in front of his colleagues. As much as he adored her breasts, she could use them against him as well, she thought smugly to herself.

Wrapping up his current conversation with some of his banker friends, Tommy then parted from the group and looked down at his watch. It was nearly 8 o'clock now, and Y/N had to be there somewhere by now. After briefly looking around the large room but not seeing her, he decided to head to the bar for another drink, and then he would walk around until he found her; she was likely chatting with Polly and Ada somewhere.

After the bartender handed Tommy his glass, Tommy turned around at the familiar sound of Y/N's laugh. As a few people moved and the small crowd in front of him parted, Tommy spotted her instantly. She was un-missable in a bright red dress, her beautiful smile highlighting her face. But Tommy's own smile at seeing her quickly turned to a frown when he took another second to fully assess her and he saw exactly which red dress she was wearing.

It was one of his absolute favorites to see her in. The bandage-style front pleats ran separately down each side of her torso, only connected in the lower center by two thin straps. This created a drastically deep and open neckline, which consequently highlighted a very generous amount of her skin and offered a near sinful view of her breasts. In fact, more than less of her breasts were revealed in this particular dress, and while ordinarily, Y/N’s breasts were his absolute favorite sight (and personal toys) in the whole world, he was not at all happy with the fact that she had them on display like this when surrounded by so many other men.

Tommy only allowed her to wear the dress when they were out together for dinner or at a club and he could have his arm securely around her or have her seated in the middle of his lap the entire time. No way would he approve of her ever wearing it without being within arm's reach of her, because while he fucking adored the way she looked in it and the way it put her gorgeous, full tits on display, that display was only ever to occur when he could control who she was in the company of and how long she paraded around in it for. Any time she wore it, they wouldn't be out for long before he'd drag her back home, away from prying eyes. He'd then proceed to bury his face directly in her chest, enjoying the way that ungodly sexy dress just barely hid her luscious mounds, before then peeling it off her and resuming his position, his lips, mouth, and teeth devouring every plump inch. To say he adored her breasts would be an understatement. If Tommy could somehow still function day to day with his face permanently buried in her chest, he would.

However, the fact that she had chosen to sport this dress to a stuffy work function full of his male colleagues was another story. Y/N knew she wasn't allowed to wear it without his permission, and yet, there she stood, laughing and flaunting herself as she spoke with several men from his staff, delicately holding her champagne glass in one hand, shamelessly standing up straight and allowing all of herself to be seen. She didn't even have the decency to pull some of her long hair over her shoulders and down her front to hide some of her skin.

Quickly darting his eyes to his colleagues, Tommy could clearly see that each of the men were taking generous glances at Y/N's chest, their eyes lingering for much longer than he'd ever allow, and Tommy immediately felt his blood boil at the sight. When he saw one of them literally lick his lips as he stared at Y/N's chest, Tommy strode across the room to them in angry urgency.

"There you are! Hi, sweetheart!" Y/N said as she turned her head slightly and saw Tommy approaching them. "I've been looking all over for you."

"I've been in the same spot all night," Tommy replied, barely disguising the anger in his voice. As he reached her, he not-so-gently wrapped an arm around Y/N's waist and roughly pulled her into his side, but he immediately regretted it when he realized that that had just caused the bands of her dress to shift slightly on her chest and reveal even more of her skin than was already showing.

"Travis and Martin here were just telling me all about the very successful meeting you guys had this afternoon with the bank," Y/N said then after recovering from Tommy's rough grasp. She beamed up at him as she finished speaking. "It sounds like you all had a very good day."

"Right," Tommy replied then, still barely disguising his temper. "A good day, indeed. But you two didn't seem nearly as eager to discuss the meeting with anyone else so far tonight as you have with my fiancé."

As he said that last part, Tommy directed a heated gaze at Travis and Martin, both of whom then looked back at Tommy with expressions of nervous guilt.

"Oh, Tommy, stop it," Y/N replied as she gave a lighthearted laugh and innocently patted his forearm. "I haven't seen these two in weeks; we're just catching up."

"Right," Tommy replied again through gritted teeth. "Well, I hope your little reunion is complete, because we have other people to chat with, love." Tommy then turned to Travis and Martin one more time before roughly ushering Y/N away. "Gentlemen," he said in parting, giving them an unmistakably threatening glare that was an obvious warning, and each of them simply nodded a nervous goodbye.

Still tightly in Tommy's grasp, Y/N had no choice but to move with him as they crossed the room. But rather than heading over to another group of people to chat, he walked them through the room and out into the lobby, then practically shoved her down the little side hallway and into his office. Once the door was closed, Tommy flicked on the small light in the corner, immediately meeting her eyes as Y/N stepped back and braced herself against the front of his desk.

"What are you doing? What the hell was that?" she asked him as she frowned. "You're dragging me around here like a damn rag doll."

"Don't even dare to get smart with me right now, Y/N," Tommy replied, still standing near the closed door. "You show up late and then parade around here in that dress with your tits falling out for everyone to see, and you dare to ask me what's wrong? Why in your right mind would you ever think you could wear that dress to something like this? You're never allowed to wear that without my permission."

Briefly, Y/N looked down at her chest, and then back up at Tommy, a look of sheer indignation on her face.

"You think you're going to tell me what is and isn't appropriate to wear? I'm my own person, Tommy, and especially when you're bitching and moaning at me to hurry up and get here, you better be happy that I showed up at all. I'm your fiancé, not your dog. You don't get to tell me what to do."

The truth was, Y/N knew she wasn't supposed to wear the dress without Tommy's permission, but the need to get to the party as soon as possible and also the slight desire to piss him off had won out. And although she secretly loved how possessive and dominating he could be, she always had to challenge him, too. It was a dynamic of their relationship they each thoroughly enjoyed.

"That's where you're wrong, love," Tommy spoke then, his eyes still locked with hers. "I tell you what to do and you listen. Plain and simple. Especially when it comes to how you behave around other men. Or have you forgotten that that ring on your finger means you belong to me?"

"You are unbelievable," Y/N said then as she crossed her arms, intentionally pressing her breasts as close together as possible and allowing them to nearly spill out of her dress. She tried to ignore the desirous shiver that ran through her at Tommy's words and the way he was looking at her. "You may as well just put a collar on me and lock me in our room and never let me come out. Just make sure you leave me a food and water dish."

At that, Tommy strode across the room and stopped in front of Y/N, pressing himself firmly into her and causing her to grip the edge of his desk behind her.

"That's not a half-bad idea, love," he growled as he lifted his hands and roughly squeezed her ribs, causing her to release a small squeak of pain. "Test me any further and we'll give it a try."

Glaring up at him, their faces inches apart, Y/N spoke again.

"Bastard," she muttered.

Inwardly, Tommy was smiling to himself, this little game of theirs a thoroughly enjoyable dynamic of their relationship. While it was true that he was very possessive and protective of Y/N, he also genuinely respected and worshipped her. But she absolutely fed off his dominance, and when it came down to it, she knew that she belonged to him. But he still didn't like for one second the fact that she'd pushed it so far as to offer everyone at the party the naughty visual that she had, and he wasn't going to let her get away with it. He absolutely loved when she gave him a fight, but in the end, he still always had her crumbling.

"Say that one more time, love," Tommy said as he reached up and grabbed a fistful of her long hair, roughly tugging it and yanking her head up to meet his eyes. "I dare you."

Her heart pounding and a wet patch already forming in her panties, Y/N narrowed her eyes and opened her mouth.

"Bastard," she muttered again.

Immediately, Tommy crashed his lips against hers, his hand still tightly gripping her hair as their lips connected. Devouring each other in a physical battle of wits, Y/N whimpered when she felt Tommy suddenly press his hardening bulge against her as he pushed her harder against his desk.

"Always running that mouth," Tommy said in a low voice as he pulled away from her lips. "You'd think by now you'd have learned your lesson."

Breathing heavily, Y/N reached up and gripped the end of Tommy's tie, yanking it and pulling him closer again.

"Maybe if you weren't such a shitty teacher, I would have," she bit back, and as soon as the words left her mouth, Tommy squeezed her ribs again, so tightly that this time, it wasn't a squeak, but a loud cry that escaped her.

"Then let's make this a lesson that has you walking away with plenty of reminders," he growled.

With that, Tommy immediately grabbed the edges of the two sides of Y/N's dress and roughly pulled them down her torso, revealing her utterly divine breasts. Although Y/N had told Polly that a bra could be worn with the dress, she'd foregone the undergarment that night, and so Tommy had no other barriers to her gorgeous mounds as the fabric dropped to her waist.

Immediately, Tommy hungrily sucked her left breast into his mouth, swirling his tongue around her nipple and filling his mouth with as much of her plump flesh as he could as he simultaneously roughly palmed her right breast, squeezing her and sinking his fingers into her skin as Y/N moaned loudly. Instantly, she lifted her hands to his head as he hovered in her chest and she desperately ran her fingers through his hair, scratching at his scalp and tugging the longer locks at the top of his head.

"Uggghh," Y/N moaned as she felt Tommy knead her flesh and suckle her, her heart pounding and her head dropping back in bliss as she felt her pussy begin to throb. The attention he paid her breasts was always a pleasuringly agonizing torture, always being so satisfying and feeling so insanely good, but also leaving her with wanting so much more, every lap of his tongue over her nipples sending a charge down south that had her panties soaking.

"Every inch of you belongs to me," Tommy growled into her chest as he briefly released her nipple and roughly squeezed her again. "Every. Fucking. Inch. And the only one who ever gets to see as much of you as this is me. Do you understand me, Y/N?"

Her hands were still desperately clawing at his scalp, and when she didn't immediately reply, Tommy harshly nipped the skin of her breast just above her nipple, no doubt leaving an immediate mark. The pinches to her flesh that he was also doling out had already left bright pink spots on her skin, and Y/N cried out in pain as she felt Tommy nip her. But it hurt so good.

"Do you understand me?" Tommy said again, lifting his head and meeting her eyes, which had fluttered open as Y/N felt Tommy brush his lips against hers.

"Yes, Tommy," she breathed out, trying to shove his head back down to her chest as she ground her pussy against his thigh. God, she wanted him everywhere all at once.

"I can't hear you, love," he tormented her.

"YES, TOMMY!" Y/N cried out again, and she crashed her lips against his, still grinding herself against him as they locked their lips in another roughly passionate kiss. Tommy's cock was rock hard as he heard her outcry fall from her lips and felt her pour herself into the kiss, and when he could feel her wetness soaking through onto the leg of his pants, he growled.

"Not yet, love," he said regarding her grinding against his leg as he pulled away from her mouth. "We're not done with your lesson yet."

As Y/N whimpered her protest, Tommy lowered his face to her chest again, now sucking her right breast into his mouth and relishing in the feel of her soft, plump perfection, his free hand cupping her left breast as he held her steady with his other hand. As he sucked and nipped at her right breast, he pressed her left to his face as closely as he could, essentially drowning himself in her chest, a form of death he would gladly succumb to any day of the week. He teethed her nipple again and again, then released her with a lewd pop. He then proceeded to suck her left nipple again, until finally freeing her and instead sucking and nipping harshly all over her chest, covering her breasts and the valley between them with hickey after hickey, marking his territory and leaving her with physical, visual reminders of just who she belonged to. Not that she'd actually ever forget.

Panting now, Y/N was desperately clinging to Tommy as he finished his work, the air having been accented with moan after moan as she felt the pleasure of his mouth devouring her breasts. When she finally felt him pull away from her chest, she was needier than ever before for him to now direct his attention to her pussy, but as she began to grind against his thigh again and lowered her hand to his cock, Tommy stopped her, holding her palm against his bulge but not allowing her to unbuckle his belt.

"I'm afraid the lesson stops here, love," he said with amused smugness, "for now, that is." As badly as he wanted to fuck her right here and now, he was set on torturing her a bit longer. After all, she'd dared to wear the dress, so now she had to pay the price.

"Tommy," Y/N whined as she realized she wasn't going to get what she wanted. Her pussy was throbbing and she felt insanely deprived.

"You know how much I love hearing you say my name, baby, but you lost any rights to a happy ending when you put that dress on tonight," Tommy said to her, his eyes full of amusement. "Just a little tit for tat." He then stood up straight and fixed his tie, which had become sloppily loosened when Y/N had tugged it earlier. After running a hand through his hair to neaten it, he gave her a devilish grin.

Looking down at her chest, Y/N could see the countless hickeys and marks that Tommy had left on her from his assault, and even after she'd pulled the straps of her dress back up and arranged herself, there were still dozens of visible indications of Tommy's work.

"There's no way I can go back out there looking like this," she panted as she still tried to catch her breath. She gestured to her chest, and Tommy just grinned again.

"Exactly," he said, and as he spoke, he began shrugging out of his suit jacket. Once he had it removed, he placed it behind Y/N and encouraged her to slip her arms through the sleeves, then he buttoned the front, her previously exposed chest now hidden beneath his jacket.

"I had to get you to cover up one way or another," he finished slyly.

Narrowing her eyes at him, Y/N clutched his jacket closer to her body, and then she stepped forward. Pressing herself against him, she spoke seductively against his lips.

"For all that you just did to my tits, I better get what I want from your 'tat' later on," she said.

Tommy grinned back and gave her a quick kiss.

"Maybe you will, but only if you behave yourself the rest of the night," he said. "And only after we finish your lesson back at home."

Y/N frowned.

"I thought the lesson was over?" she said, wiggling against him and nipping at his bottom lip.

"Do you not recall our conversation from earlier?" Tommy asked her, still grinning. "My hand. Your ass. Guaranteed. Lesson's not over until I've left similar reminders all over these." He then reached down behind her and squeezed her ass cheeks in indication.

Shivering again in delight, Y/N smiled once more and kissed Tommy again as she wiggled her hips, his hands still on her bottom.

"Then let's get this party over with as soon as possible," she said.

"My thoughts exactly, love," he replied, placing a single, sensual kiss on her neck before grabbing her hand and leading her out of his office and back out to the party. "My thoughts exactly."

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˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗ 𝑻𝑶𝑶 𝑪𝑳𝑶𝑺𝑬 | Cillian Murphy

𝑁𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑠 — Are y'all sick of my "ushy gushy" smut yet? LOL. Also ya'll fw this new layout? I fear it's kinda cute and slay...

𝑆𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦 — Cillian's wife and kids are out of town, and your parents are in Italy for the next month, leaving you home alone. What's the harm in getting close and spending some time with your slightly awkward, DILF neighbour?

𝑊𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝐶𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡 — 3.3k

𝑾��𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑺 -> 18+ ONLY smut, age gap (unspecified but reader is in college, Cillian is late 40's), cheating on both ends lol, Cillian is married with kids but reader dont give a fuck like ok baddie

𝑴𝑨𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Cillian watched you in your window from his window, in his home, across from yours. Curiosity gets the best of everyone; sometimes you just wonder what your neighbours get up to. 

That’s what Cillian was doing — he was just curious about what the young, beautiful, sweet college student next door was up to. His house faced yours, which meant if you left your curtains open, he could see into your home…but in the year you’ve lived across from him, it’s not like he’d ever seen you do anything except the most mundane things. 

Flipping through the pages of your textbook and taking notes, calling your friends on the phone and giggling at something they said, posing adorably for some selfies in your kitchen to send to god knows who or post to god knows where. He didn’t understand it, but it was cute, reminding him of the years so far behind him now. 

It was innocent…until it wasn’t. 

You moved from your hometown with your parents to Dublin, Ireland a year ago, leaving your life behind and attending college here instead. Cillian talked quite a bit with your parents, hence the whole “neighbours” thing, but he always found you to be sweet…and his wife and kids seemed to think so too.

Last week, you’d mentioned to his wife that your parents were going to Italy for the next month to travel, and he couldn’t help but find himself wondering what you’d do when you were home alone. Probably studying, she seems pretty invested in school, he thought. 

It was almost time for his kids to go to sleep, and he could hear his wife talking to them as she got them ready for bed, but he stood in his living room and watched you through your bedroom window. You were giggling on the phone with who he assumed were your friends, and he sighed to himself as he saw your youthful smile. He was reminiscent of his younger years as he watched you.

He observed as you threw your phone down for a second on your bed, before getting up and— 

His jaw went slack as he did a double take. You casually started to take your clothes off and tossed them onto the floor of your bedroom, but that’s not what caused him to lose his composure. 

His eyes widened and his heart rate accelerated as his blue eyes wandered all over your figure, watching you from the window and unable to look away as he took in the lacy, intricate and extremely sexy lingerie you were wearing under that baggy sweater you had on not even a minute ago. 

The see-through lace hugged your body beautifully, and the material allowed him to see your perky breasts through the sheerness of it. He almost choked when you bent over to grab your phone from your bed again, as the lingerie left pretty much nothing to the imagination. 

“Fuck,” he mumbled aloud to himself, feeling his cock starting to strain against his pants. This was wrong. Oh, it was so wrong — but he couldn’t bring himself to look away. 

He watched with a clear hard-on now as you held your phone up, giggling to yourself as you started to pose and take pictures in the lingerie, presumably sending them to some very lucky guy. Who were you sending them to? Who was getting to see your body up close like that? Who—

“Honey?” His wife’s voice cut through his thoughts, and he turned around as she came into the kitchen. He leaned against the island in the middle of his kitchen to hide how hard he was. God bless this kitchen counter, he thought. “What are you looking at? I kept calling you upstairs.” 

“Right, erm,” he coughed, clearing his throat and turning around to your window to see you were no longer in your room. It was just an empty, dimly lit bedroom in his view now. “Nothing. Thought I saw a deer or somethin’ in the yard.” 

His wife hummed in acknowledgment, clearly unaware that he was just basically participating in some form of voyeurism with the girl next door who was young enough to be his daughter.

“Don’t forget to drop the dog off next door tomorrow at noon,” his wife reminded him, and Cillian’s breath hitched at the reminder.

Fuck. He forgot that his wife and kids were going to visit his wife’s side of the family for the week. He couldn’t go due to a conflict in his work schedule, but he was going to drive them there and pick them up the following week. He also forgot that his wife asked you to watch Scout, the dog, for the day while he drove them up there. 

“Cillian?” His wife asked as she looked at him with a raised brow. “Did you hear what I said?”

“Yeah, I heard you,” he said as he swallowed the lump in his throat. “I’ll bring Scout over at noon tomorrow.” 

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

You’d just tossed on your most cozy oversized sweater and some short-shorts as you headed downstairs, hearing knocking at your front door. As you swung the front door open, you saw Cillian standing there with Scout, who started to wag his tail happily. 

“Hey,” you smiled at him before you started petting Scout. “And hello to you too, Scout!” 

As you took the leash from Cillian, he looked flustered as he swallowed, giving you a small smile. “Thank you again for watching him.” 

“Oh, it’s really no issue!” You assured him with a friendly smile. “I’m home all day studying anyways, and my parents are out of town for the next month. I could use the company — plus, me and Scout are best buds anyways.”

Scout barked happily, and you continued to give him a few more pats. Cillian couldn’t help but let his thoughts wander back to last night; the image of you in your sexy, lace lingerie was still fresh in his mind. He cleared his throat, “Well, I’ll come and swing by around 6 to pick him up. Not too late, is it?”

“Gosh, not at all,” you giggled, letting Scout roam through your home as you started to close the door slightly. “I’ll be up late studying so…” 

“Thanks again,” Cillian said, waving goodbye to you as you shut the door softly.

Later on that day, once Cillian returned home after dropping his wife and kids off at his mother-in-law's house, he knocked on your front door once more to pick Scout up. 

You opened the door and smiled sweetly as soon as you saw him, “Hi, Cillian! How was the drive?” Your voice gave him butterflies, and he knew it was wrong, but after seeing you and what you got up to after dark, he couldn’t help it. 

“Ah, it was good — boring,” he joked, his smooth, Irish accent making you blush a bit as you handed him Scout’s leash, to which he handed you something as well. 

He handed you an iced coffee with a warm smile, “Here — just a little thank you for watching Scout. I remember you saying iced coffee was your favourite a while back, plus you mentioned you’d be studying all night…” 

“You didn’t have to do that!” You said sweetly, returning his warm smile, and taking the coffee from him. “But thank you, I could definitely use the caffeine.” 

You waved him off as he left with Scout and closed the front door behind you. As you got back to your kitchen, you felt yourself getting giddy for some reason after your interaction with him, though you tried to push it aside. He was just your much older, super attractive, neighbour — oh, and he was married with kids. 

You shook the thoughts out of your head as you placed the coffee down on your kitchen counter, suddenly noticing some scribbled letters on the side of the clear, plastic coffee cup. When you spun it around, you saw a handwritten message on it, and your heart stopped for a split second. 

Thank you, pretty girl :) 

You blinked a few times as you stared at it. Your eyes lingered on the handwriting, momentarily caught off guard. Was he just being friendly or was there an ulterior motive behind it? 

The following day, you returned home from your classes, and as you got out of your car, you noticed Cillian coincidentally unlocking the front door to his house with some grocery bags in hand. He glanced up as he pushed open his front door and saw you, a friendly smile crossed his expression. 

“Following me home?” He teased, and you giggled whilst you shook your head, textbooks in hand. 

“I mean, if I was following you, I’d definitely be trying to sneak a peek at what you’re cooking for dinner.”

Seizing the moment, he decided to just be bold with it. “Yeah? Why don’t you come over then?” 

“…What, like right now?” 

“You can tell me all about your classes while I cook dinner,” he replied innocently as you walked over to his front door. His words made you feel awfully juvenile…and excruciatingly hot and bothered. 

As you got comfortable in his kitchen, he unpacked the groceries and you sat on a barstool against his counter, watching the way his t-shirt was ever so slightly too tight against his arms and chest, showing his muscles off. 

“Make yourself comfortable. How does pasta sound?” 

“My favourite,” you giggled. “...So, do you always invite your neighbours over to help with dinner or am I just special?” 

Cillian glanced over his shoulder as he prepped the ingredients. “You’re definitely special. I’m not usually this straightforward, but something about you…” He trailed off and the unspoken tension lingered in the air. 

“Speaking of being ‘straightforward’ — I have to ask about that coffee from yesterday.” 

“Oh? What about it?” He feigned innocence. 

“Well, I couldn’t help but notice the cute note on the cup. ‘Thank you, pretty girl’? It definitely caught my attention...” 

“I’m glad it did,” he chuckled before pausing for a moment. “…I meant it, though. You’re very pretty.”

You looked at him with wide eyes, and he turned back to look at you again, his blue eyes making your breath hitch. “I– well, thanks,” you laughed thinly with a blush. “Sorry–I just didn’t expect you to think…I just…” 

His gaze continued to linger on you as his expression softened. “I hardly think you find this surprising considering you must get guys chasing after you all the time,” he said as he took a step closer to you. “You know, this isn’t the first time I’ve…noticed you.”

Your breath caught in your throat as you sensed some weight behind his words. “Oh? Noticed me how?” 

Cillian hesitated for a beat before he decided to push the boundaries, seeing how far this could go. How far you would allow him to take it. “I saw you the other night, through your window. Taking those pictures…”

You went wide-eyed as you let his words sink in. “You were watching me through my window?!” Your voice came out in a shocked whisper, and he bit his lip shamelessly.

“I didn’t mean to at first–” he choked out in an attempt to defend his behaviour. “But once I saw you I couldn’t look away…”

You paused, and the silence hung heavy in the air before you spoke up.

“Well, if you’re that curious, I could always show you the pictures. Or…” You swallowed as you looked at him, feeling your cheeks heat up. “I could just show what’s underneath my clothes right now...”

His eyes went wide and he got closer to you, hesitantly reaching his arm around your waist as he pulled you into him. His eyes darkened, breath catching on your words. He hesitated, clearly torn morally. “You know I’m married…” he whispered, but it seemed like he was attempting to remind himself that rather than telling you.

“Right…and I was sending those pictures to my boyfriend,” you casually replied. 

Cillian’s eyes flashed with something dark, a mixture of surprise and unspoken jealousy. His resolve broke completely, unable to hold back anymore. There was no point in pretending to resist now, and he let out a sigh as he cupped your face.

“So, we’re both breaking a few rules then?”

Your eyes sparkled with mischief as you looked up at him far too innocently for what was happening right now. “You know what they say about rules,” you whispered. “They’re meant to be broken.” 

Cillian suddenly closed the gap between you two, kissing you with a hunger that felt insatiable. His hands came to pull you right up against him, and you gasped into the kiss when you could feel how hard he was already. He’d barely even touched you. 

You kissed him back with a hunger that surprised you both, and your hands came to clutch onto his shirt. He backed you into the countertop, which started to dig into your back, but that was the last thing on your mind — him fucking you being the first. You continued to kiss each other feverishly until neither of you could stand the build-up anymore. 

Between sloppy, dirty, messy kisses and wandering hands all over one another’s bodies, he started to undress you right in the middle of his kitchen. You only hoped your other neighbours weren’t as “curious” as he was and god forbid they looked through his kitchen windows as he ran his warm hands all over you at this very moment.

“Shit,” he choked out when your clothes hit the floor, revealing some rather racy lingerie underneath. “Are you tryna’ kill me?” 

“Am I getting you all worked up?” You teased, as you ran your hands against his chest. “You know I’m young enough to be your daughter, right?” 

“C’mon, baby,” he groaned, tilting his head back as you cupped his cock through his jeans. “That shouldn’t turn me on but, fuck, you keep talkin’ like that and I’m not gonna last…”

“We haven’t even fucked yet,” you giggled, pulling him in for another kiss. “Do me a favour — try not to give yourself a heart attack when you put it in, okay old man?” 

“Shut up,” he scoffed a laugh before kissing you passionately again. His hands snaked behind you, unclasping your sheer, lacy bra before it fell to the floor, leaving you in nothing but your matching panties. In retaliation, you got him out of his shirt before he turned you around and pressed you against the cold marble of his kitchen counter.  

“Fuckin’ perfect,” he mumbled as he gave your ass a light slap, causing you to moan. He slowly pulled your panties down from behind you, letting out a groan as he took in the sight of your drooling cunt, all soaked and ready for him to fuck.

He hoisted one of your legs up onto the kitchen counter and placed one of his hands on your hips. You heard his belt being unbuckled and his jeans being unzipped as he pulled his throbbing cock out, the tip flushed and leaking. He inhaled sharply as he pumped his cock a few times with his hand, before running his fingers through your dripping folds. 

“Look at that,” he cooed by your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. “All soaked and ready for this cock, yeah?”

“Fuck,” you sighed, feeling him poke your entrance with the tip of his cock. “Need you inside of me, please.”

“Yeah, I bet, baby,” he said softly before pushing himself into you fully with one swift, long thrust. You let out a strangled noise at how he stretched the walls of your cunt and he moaned as his hands found purchase on your hips. Cillian wasted no time as he started to rock his hips back and forth, his thick cock going in and out of your wet, warm hole with ease.

He watched in awe as he looked down at his cock disappearing into your pussy, all warm, tight, and wet for him. “You’re so– fuck, baby. God, you’re so much tighter than my wife.”

“Oh my god,” you whined, his words only making you wetter as you heard your pussy making those squelching sounds. “A-am I?”

“Fuck, yeah you are,” he agreed, ramming into you faster now. You let out choked moans as you felt him pound his thick cock into your cunt, the tip of him reaching the deepest places inside of you. “Takin’ my cock like a good little girl, aren’t ya honey?”

“M–hmmm,” you mindlessly babbled, cock-drunk on his thickness. “Your good little girl…” 

“That’s right,” he purred, slamming himself as hard as he possibly could into you. “You’re my fuckin’ girl.” 

“Yeah…” You sighed, your body going slack as you tightened up around him. You hadn’t realized how close you were, and his arms came to wrap around your chest, pulling you against him as he rammed himself up into you deeper. Your head went slack too as you let it fall back against his shoulders. 

“Gonna come?” He cooed softly as he noticed how fucked out you were starting to get. “Can you be a good girl and come on my cock for me?” 

“Mmm,” you groaned as you saw stars, creaming his thick cock as you shut your eyes and continued to let him pound you senseless through your orgasm. “I’m…I–”

“And what was that earlier about me being old?” He joked as you failed to formulate a proper sentence, feeling himself about to come with you as he watched your mind go blank from his cock in your dripping, slick cunt. “Yeah, fuck — tightest fuckin’ pussy I’ve ever felt.” 

Cillian felt himself pour his warm cum into your worn-out cunt, and he rested his head on your shoulder as he gave you a few more lazy thrusts from behind, still holding onto you tightly. The two of you were silent as you caught your breath in his kitchen, your body continuously being pressed up against his as he stayed buried deep inside of your hole. 

After a solid few minutes, he finally pulled out gently, making you whine. “Hang on, honey,” he said softly, placing a gentle kiss behind your ear. “Let me get a cloth.” He grabbed a towel from a kitchen drawer as his cum ran down your leg and dripped out of your cunt, before wiping it up gently. 

As he cleaned you up, he turned you around and you got lost in his hypnotizing blue eyes again. He laughed under his breath, cupping your face with his hands. “You’re so pretty,” he breathed, taking in your youth, your beauty and…you. All of you. “Just…beautiful.”

You blushed, smiling up at him dopily with a sigh as you leaned into his touch. For a moment, the silence between you was comfortable, but there was an undeniable weight to it. His eyes said something…unspoken. 

He let out a shaky breath, his thumb brushing against your cheek. “I’ll…I’ll figure something out,” he murmured, voice steady with emotion. “About my marriage. About us. About everything”

“Cillian,” you blinked, caught off guard by the sudden seriousness in his tone. “You don’t have to–”

He shook his head, his thumb still brushing against your cheek. “I do because we’re already too close,” he murmured, voice low and steady. “Too close to go back, too close to pretend this doesn’t matter.”

You felt your breath hitch in your throat at his words, your heart beating much faster now. He softly bumped his nose against yours as he left a soft, lingering kiss on your lips. “We’ve already crossed the line, crossed every boundary,” he whispered. 

“But your family—” You started, the weight of reality pressing in. You could easily break things off with your boyfriend, but he had much more at stake than you did.

He cut you off gently, his gaze soft but unwavering. “I know what I’m risking, but I can’t pretend this doesn’t matter. You matter to me,” he paused in thought before he pulled you in again, tangling his hands in your tussled hair. “Like you said; rules are meant to be broken. If we’ve already broken every rule, then what else do we have to lose?”

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

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Dear Dr Crane,

I'm ready......

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Dear @garrison-girl-08

💎 you perfectly portray the mind and thoughts of your characters

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🧛‍♀️ crave your new stories like a vampire craves blood

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Date Night

Once a Year

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As a Kinktober special, who’d be interested in a list of a few teaser quotes and/or lines from upcoming chapters of Anything You Need ? Just thought I’d sprinkle around a little extra fun if people are hungry for it.

🎃🤍🔥🤭🎃🤍🔥🤭

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A must read! Thank you Writer for your creativity

Baby Fever

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Pairing | Tommy Shelby x wife!reader

Summary | Free use wife.

Warnings | Smut, breeding kink, free use lol, in public, exhibitionism, pregnancy (very few details cause… c’mon lol… I’m the one who wrote it💀), light humiliation.

Words | 1.5 k

Notes | Yeah this gif still makes me feral

Ao3 link | <3

Masterlist

Kinktober | day 2: free use + breeding kink

Tommy didn’t expect much from you as a wife. There were already staff who cooked and cleaned and you didn’t have any children yet. The one thing he did expect from you though, was being ready and willing to take his cock at any time of the day. 

Sometimes he’d be more gentle about it, coaxing you away from whatever task or conversation you were involved in to somewhere more private where he’d ravish you until you could only think about him and his cock. Other times, he’d be more desperate. 

If you happened to bring him lunch on a particularly stressful work day, he’d drag you in his office and bend you over the desk, fucking away all of his stress, if at least for a few minutes. 

Sometimes at the race track he’d pull you away to a more secluded— but still very public— area and cover your mouth as he plowed into you, rough and desperate, borderline animalistic. If the sound of your muffled moans didn’t give you away, the loud slapping of skin definitely did, but he didn’t care. If he wanted you, nothing was stopping him from taking you. 

A few times you even woke up to him lazily rutting into you, fucking you deep, but keeping the pace slow. He’d moan quietly, kissing and biting your neck, even sucking on the sensitive skin to leave marks. 

If he was ever short on time, he’d force you to your knees and fuck your face, making you gag and choke on his cock until tears streamed down your cheeks. Sometimes he’d blow his load down your throat. But if you weren’t in public or in too much of a hurry for anything, he’d paint your pretty face with his come, marking you as his. 

He knew you were embarrassed everytime you came back after he dragged you away. Every single time, without fail, you always looked like you were just fucked stupid. But that only encouraged him. He liked showing people that you belonged to him— that his wife was more than happy to satisfy him, even in public. 

It was also common for him to pull over and make you ride his cock in the car, smiling at all the people who drove past. If he couldn’t pull over, he’d grab your hair and force you down on his cock. Even if he arrived at the destination, he wouldn’t stop until you drained his balls and swallowed every last drop. It didn’t matter if it was the middle of the day or if it was pitch black out— it didn’t even matter if the window was open or not. He’d fuck your face and throw his head back as the pleasure consumed him until he finally fell over the edge. Sometimes, his sounds would attract attention, and he loved the look on people’s faces when you lifted yourself up, smiling and wiping the lower half of your face with the back of your hand. 

This didn’t happen often, but if he were ever in the middle of fucking you, too consumed by the feeling of your tight cunt squeezing his cock, and someone knocked on the door, he’d tell them to come in. It was usually someone you didn’t even know— one time it was Arthur… that was a particularly humiliating experience for you— but he wouldn’t stop. He’d keep you bent over his desk or on his lap and continue fucking you as you tried to not make any sounds. He always thought it was amusing when you tried to be quiet. 

One time, he walked in on you holding Ada’s baby, smiling and cooing at him, making him giggle relentlessly. As soon as Tommy got you alone, his cock was inside you and he rambled on about fucking a baby into you, breeding you nice and deep until he knocked you up. His words were almost incoherent with arousal as he described this fantasy of your belly full with his kid, your tits swollen with milk, and the glow that you’d have from all of it. He rambled on about raising them together, how good you’d look as the mother of his kids, how he wanted to fuck baby after baby into you… breed you until he fucking ran out of come. 

That sparked a conversation between the two of you. While the original plan was to wait a few years, you both agreed to shorten that time frame. So less than two years later, you were off of birth control and he was breeding you every chance he had. Honestly you were getting a little worn out, but you never complained. No matter how tiring it could be, you still absolutely loved it. 

It became even more of a frequent occurrence for you to be walking around with either come soaked panties or come running down your thighs. He also took a liking to cock warming. In bed, on his desk chair, in the car— anywhere he could— he’d fuck you and fill you with his come, then keep you plugged up, wanting to make sure it really had a chance to take. 

At home, he’d put you in the mating press position, then stuff you full of his come. Only instead of letting you relax, he'd keep your hips tilted up so none of it could leak out and make you come again with his mouth as a reward for staying in that position. 

The first time he fucked you after finding out you were pregnant… he was practically feral. The fact that there was a baby inside you— that it was his baby, made him all but lose control. He ravaged you with an intensity he’s only had a few times, rambling on about how he planned to fuck you like this for a while since he would eventually have to be gentler— if he could even fuck you at all. The problem was that his promise didn’t just apply to when he fucked you in the privacy of your own home, but it was just a problem for you. Tommy loved that you couldn’t keep quiet. 

Months down the line, rough, hard fucking turned into gentle love making. He’d kiss you tenderly as his hips rocked into you, keeping the pace almost tortuously slow. He tended to kiss over your stomach whenever he could and caress it with gentle hands. Both of you were surprised and disappointed by the fact that your breasts were far too tender for any touch to feel good. So he kept his hands and mouth elsewhere. 

The love making usually took place in bed. But every once in a while, he’d come up behind you and wrap his arms around your small frame, placing his hands on your belly as he kissed your neck until he finally got too impatient and lifted your dress to slip his cock inside. 

Around eight months, and even for weeks after the birth, he showed no sign of needing you like that. He never made you feel pressured either, even when he’d hold you at night. You were grateful though because your body definitely wasn’t ready for that yet. 

It was a little after two months postpartum that you were becoming a bit too needy though. One day, after watching him play with and hold the baby, you finally snapped. The second you were alone you practically jumped his bones, kissing him almost animalistically and pulling on his hair until he moaned into your mouth and finally grabbed your hips. 

“Love,” He started, but cut off when you unzipped your dress and let it fall to the floor, pooling around your feet.

“If you don’t fuck me right now I’m going to lose my mind.” You warned breathily, working on ripping his clothes off. 

“Slow down, darling. You have to be careful.” He said gently, making you more frustrated.

“Thomas Shelby, I swear to god if you don’t fuck me, I’ll go find someone who will.” You growled, giving him one last warning. He raised his brows, shocked and amused by your words. “I carried your child for nine months. The least you could do is make me come on your cock until I forget my own name.” 

“You’re that needy, eh?” He smirked, making you scowl. “Calm down, Mrs. Shelby, I’ll give it to you…” you still get butterflies when he calls you that, “but you know I can’t resist teasing you.” 

“You’ve teased me for months. Either fuck the shit out of me or I’ll get it from someone else.” You said, voice low and almost threatening, but you knew it only made Tommy more amused. 

“How have I teased you for months?” He asked innocently. 

“Christ, Tommy— just fuck me already. You have to do what I say because I just birthed a whole baby for you.” 

“I guess you're right.” He said with a sly smirk. “Until you forget your own name?” You nodded eagerly and he walked you backwards until your legs hit the bed. Once you were laying down, he crawled over you and kissed you deeply, making you moan against his lips and bring your hands up to his hair. “As you wish, darling.” 

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Writer Chronicles Challege

Dear @lau219

⏰ admire how fast you write and that you publish regularly

💌 love your answers to other people's asks about your stories

🥵 your smut scenes make me die of thirst

📗 when I read your story I feel like I'm reading a book

💎 you perfectly portray the mind and thoughts of your characters

🍇 your intimate scenes are written with great taste

From An Appreciated Reader

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Yes take me now.....

Me: oh God I hope evil cillian Murphy doesn't awaken anything in me

Evil cillian Murphy:

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Dear Writers,

I'm ready to reflect you will see me positing by the end of the day ❤️

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👀 eagerly await updates from you every day ⏰ admire how fast you write and that you publish regularly 💀 your scenes of violence grab me by the throat 💌 love your answers to other people's asks about your stories 🤡 love the way your characters use irony 💖 adore literally everything you write 🥵 your smut scenes make me die of thirst 💔 your angst scenes ruins me every time 🍓 your fluff scenes always make me feel pleasantly blissful 🩸 living for your terrifying, disturbing psychos 🎀 you describe tender, soft intimacy wonderfully 🧠 love how your brain works and how you solve plots 🌺 you make me root for your heroes every time 🍄 love how crazy some of the scenes you write are 🩰 have been waiting for a writer like you all my life

🌞 reading your works cheers me up and makes me feel better ⭐️ everything you write draws me in immediately 🎨 Iove your references to art, history, mythology, culture 💡 your ideas are always fresh and surprising 🧸 often go back to your old stories to re-read them 🍀 you can describe emotions and feelings perfectly 📗 when I read your story I feel like I'm reading a book 🧩 adore how you connect different threads together 💐 love your female characters and what they are like 🧶 your dialogues are as if real people were talking to each other 🧊 the changes your characters make don't feel forced 💎 you perfectly portray the mind and thoughts of your characters 💧 there were times when I cried reading your stories 🌌 I love that your stories create whole additional universes 😱 your fics have amazing, unexpected plot twists 🎵 specific songs remind me of your stories 🍇 your intimate scenes are written with great taste 🍆 love the way you write male characters 🪀 your stories are very easy, quick and enjoyable to read 🔮 when I think that nothing will surprise me anymore, you do it 💣 you can build tension in your stories incredibly well 🎬 love to imagine your stories as if I was watching a movie 🎱 you write very satisfying, non-obvious endings 🎩 while waiting for your new chapters I read old ones 🧛‍♀️ crave your new stories like a vampire craves blood

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Whats the next level after kink? Whatever it is ...this is its @lau219

For My Eyes Only

•• Tommy Shelby x Reader ••

Lingerie mood boards and headcanon requested by the lovely @runnning-outof-time

…………………………………………………………………………….

• Although Tommy’s wardrobe (and everything else he owns) consists of nothing but black, grays, and the rare navy blue, you’re quite different. While his look is always somber, your look is always inviting, a mirroring of your personality, which is a lovely contrast to the vibe he gives off.

• It’s not extremely bright, flashy colors you choose, however, but deep, rich hues that portray elegance and sophistication. You always look nearly regal, down to the complimentary shade of your lipstick and nail polish.

• While one would assume Tommy’s preference on you would be black, he actually has a fondness for color whenever it’s on you. This extends to your everyday undergarments and lingerie, as well.

• Of course, Tommy absolutely loves seeing you in lingerie, and although you buy a bit on your own, he buys you something himself about once a month. It’s a decent mix of singular pieces (teddies, slips) and multi-piece sets (bra and panties, bra and panties with garter belt). At this point, you have quite the extensive collection of sensual garments, which of course, are only for Tommy to see you in.

• His absolute favorite colors on you are deep, emerald greens, rich, plum purples, and saturated, seductive reds. Tommy finds the richness of these colors and the vibrant contrast of the deep, jewel tones against your soft, fair skin an incredibly beautiful, tempting vision. It’s like paint against porcelain, and it’s his favorite sight.

• An addition of a touch of black is always a killer look, however, be it with a black lace edging or frills on the lingerie itself, or the accessory of some semi-sheer black thigh-high stockings with a lacy top hem. Add a pair of black heels, and you may as well start digging Tommy’s grave.

• Upon seeing you in lingerie, he will always behave in one of two ways, however, and you know what that will be, based on who chose your pieces. If you put on something he bought for you, Tommy will have no problem telling you exactly what he’s thinking. He’ll say you look absolutely stunning (which you do), and that he chose it because he knew instantly how incredible you would look in it. He’ll then tell you that you’re gorgeously sexy and downright irresistible, and will want to take his time enjoying the visual of you in the piece(s) before then equally enjoying removing it from you with a similar look of hungry desire. He unwraps you like a gift. He looks at you with such adoration and want, and he loves having you straddle him as he lays back in bed, looking up at you like a work of art.

• If you bought the piece(s), however, and surprise him, Tommy initially acts as if he’s disinterested and unaffected at the sight of you. It’s a harmless control thing, where his thought process is, “How dare you catch me off guard and rile me up when I wasn’t expecting it?” Of course, he secretly loves it, but it’s just that he always expects to be in control. You’ll saunter into the bedroom in what you’ve chosen or reveal yourself from beneath your robe in his home office, and he’ll keep a straight face and act unaffected when he looks up when you ask him what he thinks of your new purchase.

• While he acts unaffected and pretends to barely notice, it’s actually the complete opposite, though. Any time you surprise him with your own purchase, he’s even more aroused than usual, because he knows you’re asking for it.

• He’ll make you work for his reactions, though. You have to pretty shamelessly present yourself for him, and there have been plenty of times where you’ve had to climb into his lap in bed while he’s still pretending to read the paper, or straddling him in his desk chair and he’ll still make a phone call. Your breasts can be pressed into his chest and your lips devouring his neck and he still carries on as if he hardly notices you.

• You, of course, know this little game, and you always play along, and it isn’t until you start removing his clothes and have your hands on his cock that he finally starts showing signs of noticing you. He gradually becomes more interested in what you’re doing as he watches your every move, still saying nothing.

• It’s when your hand is grasping him and your mouth is hovering over his cock that he finally comments on your lingerie. “If you’re going to dress like a little slut, then you better act like one and put that cock in your mouth.” Of course, he knows you’re only his little slut, and he truthfully respects and worships you, but when you dare to get smart like this, you both know things are going to get dirty.

• When your mouth is around his cock, Tommy finally fully gives in, and the dirty talk continues as he watches you eagerly suck him. His hands alternate between threading aggressively through your hair and tugging at the hems and straps of your lingerie, while telling you what a naughty girl you are for buying it without his permission or input.

• When it’s something Tommy bought you, he typically will spend plenty of time adoring you and warming you up with foreplay while you still have the lingerie on. But then, as said before, he will undress you from it, unwrapping you like a gift before the main event. During these times, he’ll have you fully naked for sex.

• When it’s something you bought and surprised him with, however, the foreplay is limited to the blowjob you give Tommy, and there’s no warmup for you. After you’ve gotten him nearly ready to come, he’ll shove you off of him and then take control, holding you down as he quickly finds the best way to move your lingerie out of the way for him to fuck you. When you surprise him, the lingerie stays on during sex, with Tommy tearing it aside to access your pussy and pulling it away to reveal your breasts, but still keeping it on your body. After all, a little slut like you isn’t worth wasting time on before he helps himself to you.

• When it’s lingerie you surprise him with, you can expect rough, dirty sex from Tommy. He’s gonna punish you for taking him by surprise and remind you why that’s such a bad (good) idea.

• When it’s something he bought for you, you can expect to be admired and worshipped before he makes love to you with so much tenderness and affection, making sure you know how much he adores you.

• Both scenarios lead to downright amazing sex, just in very different ways. He’s always got you near tears by the end. If you surprised him, he’ll edge you repeatedly before finally letting you come. If he bought it for you, he’ll take his time working you up to the edge, and then he’ll push you right over.

• In both scenarios, Tommy is very affectionate with aftercare. Once it’s all said and done, you’re still his angel, and regardless of whether the sex was rough or sweet, he’s gonna take care of you afterwards. Lots of spooning, loving words of what a good girl you are whispered in your ear, telling you how well you took it all and how beautiful you are.

• Either way, it always ends with an, “I love you,” from him and a kiss on the top of your head. You say it back to him as you lay on top of his chest and you both relish in the afterglow.

• Needless to say, your lingerie is something that you both thoroughly enjoy.

• Thoroughly. 😉🔥

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Now I don't write but I love appreciating writers...so for my challenge of Kinktober I'm gonna post writers and stories i read this month!

Check email out 😉

❤️ 🦄

@lau219

Stories:

~Tell Me The Truth

~ Anything You Need

@lovelybucky1

Stories:

~Treat Me Wrong

@queenshelby

Stories:

~Massage Therapy

@paradiseprincesss

~ Tornado Warning

Also a fellow writer and artist I appreciate and admire ❤️

@mrs-bond

*fans self*

Also if you all for a kinky chat 365 and stories:

@tommyshelby87

5 handsome gentle and a gorgeous writer ❤️