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I Want To Be ManHandled By Tommy Shelby Like My Life Depends On It

tommy shelby smutty blurb because i’m bored and horny

(warnings: SMUT, age gap (age isn’t specified but i will say reader is at least 20+, and tommy is older), Daddy kink, size kink, rough sex, Tommy is a bit mean, degradation kind of??, praise, unprotected p in v, ADULT CONTENT)

18+ MINORS DNI :)

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It would be a good way to go out. Your face stuffed in a pillow as Tommy fucked you like you were just a doll. Suffocating to death isn’t ideal but having his cock stuffed in you certainly was.

“Takin’ it like a whore would, aye?” Tommy grunted in your ear as he pressed his body over your bent and twisted shape. His body weight on top of you was addicting but you were growing lightheaded from the lack of oxygen, as one would.

You were so wet you could hear the slick between your thighs every time Tommy bucked his hips into yours, ass red and sore from all his previous roughings. Each thrust left you wincing yet whining, whimpering for more.

“T-Tommy fuck I can’t… can’t breathe…” You huffed out, eyes drooping and drool drizzling down your chin. “Pl-Please…”

And then another harsh smack was placed on your sorry ass, you yelped out a cry. “What the fuck did you just call me?” He roared deep in your ear, breath hot with disapproval. You squeezed your eyes shut at the sting. And the clap.

“Daddy… sorry… daddy!” You quickly corrected your minuscule mistake. He didn’t seem to care much that you said you couldn’t breathe, he knew you would be fine. In fact, you responded very well to his ‘lack of care’ you got off on the fact he used your body, and only yours, for pleasure. You loved the arrogance of it all. “Please… go softer… too much, daddy… too much…” You mumbled into the sheets, going dumb at the feeling of being full.

“Shut the fuck up,” He grinned from ear to ear, letting out satisfied grunts as he felt you squeeze around him, gushing out more of your own cum. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head, his grip tightening on your hips and moving your body for you… back and forth… back and forth… back and forth over and over again. You were cock-drunk and brainless on his stupidly good dick. “See? See what happens when daddy fucks you?” Tommy huffed, chest pressing into your arching back as he fucked you into the mattress.

He moved so gracefully that it only turned you into more of a mess. “You cum… over and over… and over again and don’t act like you don’t fuckin’ like it when I stuff it in ya and toss you around a bit, you like being nothing but a hole for me, eh? And a nice pair of tits too…” All of this whispered directly into your ear made you collapse further into the bed, sheets underneath you damp with your own spit.

“Oh,” You moaned, vibrations muffled into the bed as he continued to rock you through it, still destroying you on his cock. It was almost hypnotic the way he moved, the pace reassuring your body over and over again that you were his. You’d be feeling each stroke even when he pulled out later on.

“Fuck… and let’s not forget your pretty mouth either, eh?” Tommy nipped at your ear, before pulling out of you entirely and leaving you a gasping mess. Before you could let out another word of complaint he was flipping you over onto your back and throwing your legs over his shoulders, slipping right back in to continue his mind-numbing assault on your body.

You squirmed and wriggled, back arching off the bed as your tits bounced with each ragged rock of his hips. Tommy’s hands slid up your hips, squeezing at your waist and molding you into his perfect little sex doll. He pressed down on your ribs, using the advantage of you having such a tiny frame to coax you into compromising positions. Tommy fucked you like you were just a mere fleshlight to him, holding you up to bounce you on his cock. God this was the best thing to ever happen to you.

He held you down to stop you from squirming, hands squeezing at your waist and thighs. You were like clay that he could mold perfectly into shape. You were perfect for him, your body absolutely divine.

Tommy's eyes locked on your cunt and his cock disappearing inside of you. It was a sight to see. One he would try his best to memorize no matter how many times he fucked you. "God I love you," Tommy huffed, leaning down to connect your lips in a sweet kiss. Spit dribbled out of your mouth as you kissed him back... in a sloppy manner. Too fucked out to focus on his lips... too spaced out to fully process the feeling of his kiss. "So sweet... mmm.... my sweet little girl..." His thighs tensed as you squeezed around him, muscles spasming with each thrust. He was getting close and you knew it. "You want my cum?" He moaned gruffly in your ear, cock twitching against your quivering walls. "Y-Yeah... daddy... please..." You mewled out, back arching to the point it was nearly painful. "Fill me with your cum, baby.... I need it... need it... mmph! Need it so bad..." And he did just that, he fucked into you harder, like an aggressive animal trying to prove its dominance over you... as if he hadn't already done that a million times ago. Eventually, he stilled, letting out a long, choked groan as the tip of his cock spurted out hot and heavy ropes of cum into you. "Fuuuuuck..." Tommy drawled out, eyelashes fluttering as his jaw hung open. His hands held you in place, forcing you to take it.

Oh, you just loved being his.

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Hi everyone :) This is just a short little blurb I wrote ages and ages and ages ago. I don't know how many times I've said this by now but I want to sincerely apologize for my absence over the past like ten months or however long it's been. If I'm being honest, I've been really struggling with my mental health and I've barely had the energy to do anything at all really. I think about writing everyday and I want to... I've been experiencing writer's block sooooo badly. Anyway... I am very sorry... if there is anyone out there who still cares idk... I hope you liked this! I've got a couple of other things in the works at the moment so I'm hoping to become more active on here again! I love and miss you all!

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If I had a time machine brother.....I would go to the point we made that grilled cheese... this can't be it.... D.N

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If everyone could treat each other with a little more kindness then wouldn't we all be a little happier right now? Maybe?

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My phone calls always have a part II XD

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Do not worry.....tea will be back on the menu

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Blow the dust off the record and put the needle down slow.... 🎶

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Confession time...

Please re-blog this if it is okay to anonymously confess a fantasy to you.

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Do to elevated levels of stress please be advise that @mrs-bond will be away from tumblr for sometime. She will return soon when she can. Please respect her wishes during this time

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This was a very awesome interactive post please do more!

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I did something like this a few months ago but I changed it a bit, have fun! :))

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Your Chauffeur

Him and Craig be my chauffeur. They'd be doing more than chauffeuring me.

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You either do what you fear or do what you dream of staying in the middle is not a way to live

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Dear Monday,

Please stop showing up....I have no strength for you.

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Current mode:

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Me: Walking into the class with a dress on

My Students:

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When I'm being told rumors about me.. .

That's cool..didn't ask why XD

Family Ties

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Do they sew wings on tailored suits?

SRK ~F.O

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What a delightful story!! All for the creativity

👀 *One Shot Preview* 👀

Every Inch of You

•• Tommy Shelby x Plus-Sized Reader ••

Currently working on this one shot that was a general writer request by my dear friend @novashelby , and I offered to have a go at it for her. Please enjoy this preview, and PLEASE comment/reblog if you enjoy. Thank you!

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“It’s not very ladylike to stand on the furniture.”

Her heart skipped a beat upon hearing his deep voice from somewhere in the room behind her, and as she lowered her arms and slowly turned around, she met his eyes across the room as he stood watching her from the doorway.

“The owner of the house expects the tops of even the highest hung paintings to be free of dust,” she said softly in response, a small smile tugging the corner of her mouth. “If he wasn’t so particular, then I’d still be standing firmly on the floor.”

A similar hint of a smile curving Tommy’s lips, he pushed himself off the doorframe and walked further into the room. They held each other’s eyes his entire stroll, and as he stopped before her in front of the tall wooden hutch, he looked up and then spoke again.

“At least you had the decency to remove your shoes,” he said.

At his words, Y/N instinctively scrunched her stocking-clad toes and quickly looked down at her feet.

“Of course I did,” she said as she looked to Tommy again. “I wouldn’t dare risk leaving a scuff or scratch on such valuable furniture. As I said, the owner of the house is very particular.”

Tommy smiled up at her, the soft way in which she delivered her slight teasing to him always amusing.

“Yes, he is, so you’d better give the top there a second sweep, in case you missed anything the first go ‘round.” He jerked his head up in indication of the painting that hung in the center of the wall. 

Smiling down at him, Y/N made a little face before turning around on the balls of her feet and appeasing him with another sweep across the top edge of the painting with the duster she held in her hand. Lifting up on her tiptoes, she stretched her arm again to reach, her generous cleavage nearly pressing into the painting itself.

Tommy smiled to himself as he saw Y/N’s chest just barely brush against the canvas as she reached up. Her large breasts were a frequent obsession of his, and countless times, he’d imagined filling his hands with her soft, plump flesh and burying his face between them. He’d use his fingers and his tongue to draw teasing lines along her skin until her nipples sat at full attention, upon which he’d suck her hardened buds into his mouth and lap and bite at her until her nipples were raw.

But his intention when encouraging her to dust once more was to get a good look up her skirt. Her curvy, rounded bottom filled the fabric and had his palms twitching, but he also wanted to get a glimpse of those thighs. Once again, he could practically feel his hands full with her flesh as he’d grip those thighs, holding them apart as he made himself at home between them.

When Y/N rose on her tiptoes again, his eyes traveled up beneath her skirt, following the seams of her stockings until they disappeared between the apex of her thighs. When she took a step, her thighs then parted just enough to get a glimpse of the crotch of her undergarments, and Tommy once again imagined sliding his fingers, and then, to follow, his cock between the warm plump flesh of her thighs to her core.

Y/N could feel Tommy’s eyes on her from behind, and she tried not to appear flustered as she quickly dusted the top of the painting a second time. Despite the minor hint of sass she occasionally gave Tommy that would allude to confidence, Y/N was actually very uncomfortable whenever he paid her attention.

It wasn’t because he did anything inappropriate, though, but it was that she had a hard time handling attention or being anyone’s point of focus, least of all Thomas Shelby. Due to the fact that she wasn’t a perfectly slender, slim, whisper of a woman, Y/N rarely received more than a passing glance from the opposite sex, and other women always seemed to be trying to make her feel better with comments that were backhanded to varying degrees.

“But you have such a pretty face,” was the most common one, with something along the lines of, “But you’re so sweet,” coming in a close second. Of course, she knew their intentions weren’t to make her feel bad, but she was never unaware of the fact that her size made her a “but” person. “But you have such a pretty face.” “But you’re so sweet.” The “buts” were the buffer to soften the blow of the obvious criticism in other women’s glances. And when it came to men, she may as well be invisible.

Except once in a while, one man would give her attention, and no matter how long she’d known him or how well she understood that he was just humoring her, being under Tommy Shelby’s gaze never ceased to fluster her.

She shouldn’t still be so affected by him, though. Due to his friendship with her brother that dated back to young adulthood, Y/N had known Tommy for years, and in all that time, she’d secretly melt whenever she was around him. As soon as her eyes had locked with his upon first meeting him at The Garrison, she was a helpless victim, his intensity and handsome face immediately paralyzing her. Over the years, as she got more used to being around him and came to know him more, the severity of that affect lessened, but it never fully left. Even now, years later and now working for him at Arrow House as a maid and also a sometimes errand girl for his business, she still internally swooned whenever he paid her attention. Her only tool in appearing as unaffected as possible was to give him a subtle dish of his own teasing right back, which he let her get away with due to their history.

As she finished with the painting and turned around yet again, she met Tommy’s eyes once more, and she blushed as he smiled at her again. Apparently, he had nothing better to do at the moment than fluster her.

“Acceptable, I suppose,” Tommy said to her then, giving her a nod along with his smile. “But I expect the same diligence with every piece of art in this house, so best you get down from there and pick up the pace.”

“I believe I was making progress just fine until you decided to interrupt, Mr. Shelby,” she said to him with a look, and Tommy’s smile widened.

“My apologies, love,” he replied. “Now get off my furniture.”

With that, Tommy reached his arms up to Y/N, and she quickly realized what he was getting at. But instead, she leaned down slightly to try and have him take the duster from her instead, which Tommy rejected with a quizzical brow before returning his eyes to her.

“I think you’re still going to need that, love,” he said to her.

“I know,” she answered, trying to give it to him again. “Just hold it for me while I get down, and bring that chair back over here.” She nodded toward the chair she’d used to step up onto the hutch earlier, which Tommy had pushed aside when he’d stopped in front of her.

He shook his head.

“I’m right here, Y/N,” he said, still looking at her. “Just jump.” He reached his arms out for her again.

She shook her head insistently.

“No,” she said.

“Why not?”

“Because...because I’m too big,” she said, suddenly feeling mortified. “I’m...no, Tommy. I’m too heavy.”

Tilting his head as he looked at her, Tommy paused for a moment before replying.

“Love, that’s a load of shit if I ever heard one,” he said to her. “Now jump.”

~To be continued...~

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