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Is it your birthday because Cillian has a gift for you❤️🎁

~Happy Birthday to Who?

Come…unwrap your gift 💝

Happy Birthday To Who?

•• Cillian Murphy x Female Reader ••

At the request of my friend @breakthestereo, a sexy little drabble/one shot during a birthday celebration.

***Warning: Mature sexual content. Minors, DNI.***

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"You've been avoiding me," came his voice behind her, instantly recognizable. And despite the thrilling shiver it caused to run up her spine, she maintained nonchalance as she lifted her head and responded to him.

"Hardly," she said as she looked over her shoulder at him, the serving spatula still in her hand as she briefly met his eyes. "I'm simply paying attention to Carrie. That's what you're supposed to do at a birthday party, you know? Pay attention to the person whose birthday it is."

As she finished speaking, Y/N turned her head back around and resumed transferring the rest of the leftover birthday cake into the Tupperware containers. She spoke again as she resumed the task.

"So, I'm not avoiding you; I'm simply being a good party guest. In fact, I forgot you were even here, so don't flatter yourself."

Immediately smiling big and chuckling at her trademark sass, Cillian pushed himself off the doorframe of the small walk-in pantry and then quietly slid the pocket door closed behind him. Then he took several steps forward to close the space between them, stopping right behind her and then replying.

"I'm not flattering myself," he said lowly. "I know for a fact you haven't forgotten for a minute that I'm here."

"Oh, really?" Y/N said, still playing aloof as she snapped a lid onto one of the Tupperware containers and then reached for another. "And what gave you that impression?"

At that, Cillian took the final step between them and pressed his body to hers, grabbing her hips as he did so and pulling her back against his front.

"Gee, I don't know," he said in her ear with playful sarcasm, "maybe it's how you've been looking at me all night and eye-fucking me from across the room. Just like you do every time we're within visual proximity of each other."

The attraction between them had been instant and mutual the moment they'd first met a year and a half ago, and now, every time they saw each other at a gathering or party of their mutual friends, they never failed to spend the majority of the night flirting and teasing each other, playing cat and mouse before then finding somewhere to sneak away for a hookup. Truthfully, they both wanted more, but at the time they’d met, Cillian’s schedule had been so crazy that typical dating and a traditional relationship wasn’t an option. But now that his schedule was finally more predictable, and a year and a half’s worth of hookups and semi-frequent phone calls had always left each of them wanting more, Cillian was ready to take things to the next step…but not without first still following the tradition they had started every time they found themselves in the same place.

Y/N always played sassy and mostly disinterested, until Cillian would call her out and break her down, something he always thoroughly enjoyed just as much as she did. And, every time, as soon as his cock was inside her, she no longer put up a fight. And when he'd seen her step away to Carrie's pantry tonight when she'd volunteered to wrap up the leftover cake, Cillian was more than ready to put her in her place, and then inform her that he planned on making their relationship the real deal.

"Don't you have somewhere else you should be right now?" Y/N said, not looking back at him as she felt Cillian grab her hips and press his stiffening cock into her ass. "Have you even wished Carrie a happy birthday yet?"

"The only place I'm supposed to be right now is buried inside you," he said lowly with his mouth against her temple, "and we both know that's exactly what you want, so the last thing I'm doing is flattering myself."

Y/N's panties had been dampening the second she'd heard his voice at the door behind her, and as Cillian rocked his hips into her again and she felt his very evident erection prodding her ass, that dampness only increased. And now, as he squeezed her hips tighter and spoke in her ear in that voice, Y/N could feel her resolve weakening further, as it always did when he got her to this point. But she couldn't resist pushing him a little farther.

"Maybe at other gatherings, that was the case," she said as she turned her head back to him slightly but still held the spatula in her hand. "But tonight isn't about you, and so I think you should just head back out to the party."

Smiling against Y/N's temple, Cillian then gripped her hips tighter and quickly whipped her around to face him, then pressed her back against the counter.

"I'm not leaving until I get what I came for," he said, then he reached down and took the spatula out of her hand, setting it down on the counter and then rocking his hips into her a final time.

"You clearly don't understand the concept of birthdays, do you?" Y/N replied as she looked at Cillian and gave him a sexy little smile. "It's only the person whose birthday it is who's supposed to get a gift."

"Since when have you ever been a woman who plays by the rules?" Cillian asked her with a painfully sexy raise of his brow. Then he reached for her hand and lifted it, pulling it to his lips and sucking her index finger into his mouth, then slowly pulling it back out again as he licked the accidental dollop of frosting off her finger with the naughtiest look in his eyes.

As Cillian sucked her finger into his mouth, Y/N couldn't help but bite her lip in arousal, and when she lifted her eyes from watching him slowly pull her finger out from between his lips, she saw in his gaze the same hunger she herself always felt around him.

"Maybe I'm trying to be more responsible lately," she said, trying to keep her voice steady, which was becoming more difficult by the second.

At her words, Cillian arched a brow at her again.

"Now, where's the fun in that?" he said.

And then the final inches were quickly closed between them as they each leaned into each other and their lips met in a hot, needy kiss. Cillian dropped her hand, which Y/N immediately lifted with her other arm to urgently wrap around his neck as Cillian instead lowered his hands to her waist and quickly began to open her jeans.

Their lips still connected and hotly devouring each other, Y/N then reached for Cillian's pants and swiftly opened them as she felt him finish tugging her jeans and panties down and then moving to slip his hands under her shirt instead. As Y/N then reached into his briefs and eagerly wrapped her hand around his rigid cock, Cillian pulled away from her lips and groaned before then speaking again.

"There's my little rule-breaker."

With that, Cillian gripped her hips and lifted Y/N up onto the counter, the spatula and a random Tupperware lid falling off the counter as he did so and a blob of frosting splattering onto the wall as the spatula hit the floor. Neither of them even acknowledging the mess, Cillian slipped his hands under Y/N's shirt again and then tugged it off her, then pulled her to the edge of the counter as she stroked his cock again and then tugged his briefs down his hips. As Y/N then urgently pulled Cillian to her again and planted her lips on his once more, Cillian groaned again as he squeezed her breasts through her bra and felt her needily kiss him as she leaned into his touch.

Hastily grabbing Y/N's knees and parting her thighs, Cillian then took a moment to savor her wetness as he dragged his fingers over her beautiful pink folds while he kissed her once more. And when Y/N whimpered in pleasure as he thumbed over her clit, Cillian pulled away from her mouth again and then fisted his cock, lining himself up with her entrance as Y/N grabbed his shoulders.

"It looks like you're gonna give me a gift after all, even though it's not my birthday," Cillian said to her with a sexy, satisfied smirk. And when Y/N met his eyes and was obviously unable to think of a smart little comeback as she panted against him, Cillian whispered in her ear and thumbed her clit again before he slammed his hips forward and sank his cock inside her.

“But don’t worry; just like always, I’ll make sure you get your gift first, and then I’ll take mine.”

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Would Thomas allow me to sit on his lap ?

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Only if you help him resolve the stiffness in his pants that you’ll cause by doing that. 😉

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Me when @lau219 post a story/moodboards/or anything

Coming soon…

Love To Hate You

•• Raymond Leon x Reader ••

Everyone knows timekeeper Raymond Leon is an asshole, especially Y/F/N Y/L/N, who was in timekeeper training with him but has since worked in a different zone. Upon a promotion for Y/N, she and Ray are reunited, and he’s just as much of an asshole as she remembers. Ray is annoyed to no end that his old acquaintance has been partnered with him now that she’s working in his zone, especially because she seems to be the only one who isn’t intimidated by him. In fact, she quickly makes it a point to give him shit nearly every second they’re together. And Ray fucking hates it…or does he?

Who’s excited?!?!?!?!?

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I swear on 1,000 paperclips and 2 slices of cheese I would love for me meet up with Cillian to be like this …

Check this raw passion thanks to @remembering-angels

Little tease

You meet Cillian Murphy at a movie premier, and he can't stop the urge for you.

Content warning: completely AU cillian, nothing about this is even remotely accurate and it's just a fun fantasy.

Smut,dirty talk ,stalking (probably).

Smut ! Not proof read

New years present for @cillianmurphysdimples hehe

Today was the big day, you get to meet your favourite actor cillian Murphy, oh how you dreamt of this moment, your walls plastered with his face, your phone background his face, shelves lined with rows and rows of movie DVDs . And now you finally get to go to the movie premier, your breaths hitches as you drive up to the cinema ,it's already packed with fans excitingly standing in line, waiting for the big show, for the star of the moment, cillian.

You quickly catch your place amongst the fans behind the gate. You must have waited for hours or it felt like hours before the black car stopped in front ot the gates and there he walks out. Silver hair that is supposed to make him old and mature only makes him seem more attractive and gives contrast to his defined jawline and high cheekbones, his blue eyes scan the crowd of excited fans with a small smirk on his soft full lips. "Hello how are you " he greets each fan with a soft Irish accent as he signs their posters and takes selfies.

And there you are standing amongst then, holding in to the small piece of paper for him to sign ,you were so star struck as you barely notice the handsome Irishman standing right in front of you, and maybe if you weren't so star struck you would notice the way his eyes roam in appreciation over your figure and lips, a slight dirty thought of how your lips would look wrapped around his-. No cillian you can't think like that he said to himself, his trembling hand reached the paper you gave him and he signed it,he barely noticed what he was doing as he clutched the paper hard in his hand practically ripping it . How dare you come here to his movie premier making him feel all that , "what's your name?" He asks innocently not wanting to give away the feeling at his lower area. "It's Y/N" you say confidently as you giggle, "Y/N nice to meet you thanks for coming!" He says in a charming professional voice, the soft blush of your cheeks making him think even dirtier things ,does she blush like this when she cu- ,no cillian bring yourself together.

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The movie premier was everything and more than you expected, cillian Murphy talked to you! He talked to you! Aaaaah. You quickly pick up the phone to call your friends when suddenly you hear a knock on your door, who could it be at such hour? You open the door and your breath stops again.

There he was ,just like out of a movie screen, cillian stood at your door, handsome as ever but something in him was different, his eyes took on a dangerous gleam, the kind of gleam you only saw in him when he played tommy shelby in peaky blinders or jonathan crane, something in him was slowly snapping.

"M..Mr Murphy " you say both nervous and excited "w..what are you doing here ,how did you find me" , he only smirks lightly and raises his eyebrow confidently "you think you are so clever, next time don't give your name to strangers" he says as he looks around "what do you mean" you ask confused, "I looked you up" he says nonchalantly, "you looked me up? Why?" You blush. "I couldn't stop thinking of you, coming to my movie premiers in your short fucking dress and your lipstick like that, did you do it on purpose, want to tease your favourite idol so badly " he slowly enters your hotel room, making you back away in to the wall, "you know I usually get flirted with a lot, but you didn't do it on purpose did you, such a tease" he keeps talking as he closes the door behind him, locking it of course . "Mr Murphy i-" ,"no..just call me cillian please " he says softly ,his voice now almost a begging sort of tone, a sharp contrast from his previous confidence as he brings a hand to your cheek, caressing it slowly and gently "cill" you let out a breathy moan, this has to be a dream doesn't it.

"Shh just tell me you think about me the same way I thought about you ever since I saw you,if you say yes ill stay but if you say no ill respect that,I'll leave" he says in a whispery tone, his face close to yours ,so close you can almost smell his breath ,his expensive perfume, his need. "Cill I.. I thought about you every day, imagined.." your breath stops at your throat as you try to not give too much just how much and how deeply you envisioned him inside you. "Imagined what my pretty tease? Imagined me? Here with you? What did I do in your imagination tell me" he says seductively but you can tell a blush rises in his cheeks, you blush as well unable to form a word about your fantasies "i-" , "what tell me, do I touch you like this?" He asks as he brings a hand lower and lower to your behind , "do I kiss you?" He slowly kisses your neck with his soft lips, "do I put my cock in ye? Hm did you imagine my cock eh ,you dirty girl" he says in your ear.

"Cillian " you moan out in embarrassment as he brings a large hand under your skirt, "are all my fans such dirty minded girls or is it you" he teases, his warm hand now close to your pussy "wet already, did you intend to make me so hard I had to leave early at my own movie premier?" He says in a groan "I'm.. I'm sorry" you manage to blurt out, "no don't be" he reassures as he slowly brings you to the bed and climbs on top of you, he doesnt even bother taking off his clothes as you hear a zip open "you know I don't even think you deserve this, beg me properly like you did when you imagined me" he says in your ear, the tip of his cock teasing you, "Cillian please please ", "please what my dirty little fan? Please what?" ,"please fuck me" you whine ,your hips buckle against him, he smirks as he brings your panties does and lines himself between your folds "be a good girl for me now eh?" His accent thick and full of desire ,he doesnt waste any time entering you, moving his hips against you slowly and first and then faster ,your moans are like music to his ear ,he brings a hand to rub circles on your Clint.

"Is this what you wanted, what you wanted so bad when you were such a little tease, yes they all want this" he moans as he brings a hand to your face, caressing it slowly, his moans become more erratic as he gets closer and closer to finishing. "Cill " you moan out his name ,it drives him even crazier with desire as he brings his soft mouth now to your breasts, licking at your nipples hungrily as orgasms catches up to both of you he lets out a moan and a whimper ,resting his head on your chest ,panting ,trying to catch his breath, he stayed like this on your chest for a while, his cock still inside .

"is this everything you dreamt of?" He says softly now, "more than that " .

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All inches were observed here

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Every Inch Of You

One Shot

•• Tommy Shelby x Plus-Sized Reader ••

At long last, here is the request originally made by my dear friend @novashelby. Thank you for your patience!

I have come to find that I'm incapable of writing a short one shot. This one is over 13,000 words. *Eeek!* 🫣

I know many of you have been waiting on this one. I really hope you all enjoy. And please let me know what you think!

***!!!Warning: Mature sexual content. 18+ readers ONLY. Minors, DNI!!!***

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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 then 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 was not used to handling attention or being any man'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, and Y/N had grown to greatly care for him over time.

Even now, years later and now working for Tommy at Arrow House as a maid and also a sometimes errand girl for his business, she still internally swooned and also tried to ignore her feelings whenever he paid her attention. Her only tool in appearing as unaffected as possible was to give Tommy 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 in critique of her words 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.”

Her pulse rising, Y/N hesitated yet again with an uncertain bite of her lip and remained where she was as Tommy still looked up at her expectantly. After another moment, he spoke again.

“You better jump right now, love, or I’ll leave you up there all night,” he said while simultaneously kicking the nearby chair further out of reach in a threat.

“Tommy…” Y/N began to protest again.

“Now,” he commanded with finality.

Huffing out a breath that was a combination of annoyance and resignation, Y/N looked to the side and quickly tossed the duster to the coffee table several feet away, and then her eyes met Tommy’s once more. She gave him a final look as if to say, “Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” and then, swallowing her embarrassment, she stretched her arms out for his as she made the short jump forward and off the hutch, aligned with Tommy’s outstretched arms.

A second after her feet left the surface, Y/N felt Tommy’s arms wrap securely around her middle as her own arms simultaneously wrapped around his shoulders. Their bodies met with a warm impact, but it was nothing more unsteady than that, as Tommy’s stance remained firm and balanced on the floor as he caught her. The mortifying expectation of causing him to stumble back or make a sound of displeased strain as she fell against him had been an unnecessary concern, as Tommy caught her securely without any fumble. And when Y/N opened her eyes over his shoulder and realized just that, she exhaled a breath of relief. 

Keeping his arms securely around Y/N’s waist, Tommy kept her close even after she was firmly on the floor. The divine warmth and softness of her felt too good to immediately let her go, and he was thoroughly enjoying how tightly she was clinging to him. As he heard her exhale over his shoulder, he smoothed his hands up her back and gently pushed, pressing her chest even more against his own. The feeling of her was sublime, and as he felt Y/N squeeze his shoulders tighter, Tommy turned his head slightly to be able to whisper against her temple.

“Best thing I ever caught,” he said, his sexy, gravelly voice causing a shiver to run through Y/N. 

As she felt Tommy press her more closely against him, her heart skipped a beat, never having imagined she’d ever be in his arms like this. Granted, she knew it didn’t mean anything, and that his words were only to humor her, but she savored feeling herself against him for one more moment before pulling herself out of his arms with a blush and trying to play the whole thing off.

“Well, you’ve done your gentlemanly duty for the day, so you’re now off the hook,” Y/N jokingly remarked in a mask to hide her embarrassment. She didn’t meet Tommy's eyes as she spoke, but instead walked across the room to retrieve the duster she’d tossed on the table. “Much obliged, Mr. Shelby.”

“Y/N…” Tommy began, turning and looking after her as she walked away, immediately missing her warmth and the feel of her as she pulled herself out of his embrace. When she’d still been in his hold, he was asking himself why in the hell he had never made it happen before then. But Y/N’s short, embarrassed tone and the way she quickly moved away from him reminded him why.

She always ended anything before it could happen.

She was always self-conscious around him, quickly ending anything too flirtatious, and he always assumed it was because she was perhaps a bit innocent. Had she ever even been to bed with anyone? Perhaps she didn’t know how to respond, despite the obvious desire she herself had. It was clear she enjoyed the connection and mutual attraction between them, but maybe she didn’t know how to deal with it, being too shy and apprehensive. Every time they had a little moment like this, Tommy could see she wanted it just as much as he did. But then she’d retract and snuff out the moment before they could get anywhere. And despite how much she distracted him, how much he’d always wanted her, Tommy never wanted to make her uncomfortable, and so he’d let it go each time and hope she’d come around and finally embrace their connection soon enough. Ordinarily, he wouldn’t be so patient, but Y/N was another story. He didn’t just want her; he cared for her greatly.

But after still retracting now, even after literally being in his arms and clearly enjoying it, Tommy wanted to just confront her. He’d had enough dancing around it and wanted to hear straight from her why she always pulled away. As far as he was concerned, she was his; she always had been, and he was tired of leaving her unopened and untouched in the box — he was ready to take her out and play with her.

“It’s getting late,” Y/N said then, still not looking at Tommy as she spoke, instead walking further away and switching on the lamp in the corner of the rapidly dimming room. “If you don’t mind, I’ll head out for now and finish tomorrow. I’d like to start on my way home before any snow might start.”

Now smiling as he realized this was his opportunity, Tommy also turned and casually shoved his hands in his pockets as he replied after looking out the window.

“I’m afraid you’re too late, love,” he said, and when Y/N turned around and finally looked at him again, he nodded his head towards the window in indication. Her eyes then following his, Y/N cursed under her breath as soon as she saw the already falling snow.

“Can you give—"

“No,” Tommy cut her off then, already knowing her question of asking him to drive her home (she typically walked). “It’s getting worse by the minute out there, and I’m not risking getting my car stranded in the middle of the road when you can just as soon stay here tonight.”

Inwardly, Tommy was still smiling to himself. In truth, he could easily get her home in time before the snow accumulated to anything undriveable, but this was a golden opportunity, and he was going to seize it.

“What?” Y/N responded to him, her eyebrows immediately lifting and her cheeks flushing. “I can’t stay here!”

“With ten bedrooms unoccupied and at the ready, I’d argue that statement, love,” Tommy replied.

“But I…” Y/N trailed off as she shook her head, having nothing to say back but incredibly nervous at the thought of spending the night in Tommy’s home.

“No buts, love. Now put that away,” Tommy jerked his head towards the duster as he spoke, “and then head into the parlor and pour each of us a drink. I’ll be there in a moment.”

“Tommy…” Y/N started again, but Tommy began crossing the room and then stopped in front of her.

“You’re staying here, Y/N. You keep arguing, and we can forgo a bedroom and I’ll put you out in the stables,” he said with a teasing smile.

Unable to contain her own little smile that threatened to grow into a wider one, Y/N replied.

“You wouldn’t dare,” she said as she looked at him.

At that, Tommy’s expression changed to something else. Something darker.

“Don’t dare me, love, or you’ll quickly find out just how much a man of my word I am.”

Y/N’s heart skipped a beat and she flushed at Tommy’s words and the look he gave her, but she didn’t have time to reply before he walked past her and out of the room.

After a moment, Y/N nervously made her way down the hall and popped into the bathroom for a quick check in the mirror. Despite the fact that she knew Tommy wasn’t really looking at her that way, she still felt the need to give herself the once over.

The self-criticism began the second she met her own reflection in the mirror. After an afternoon of cleaning, her cheeks were flushed, her hair was slightly mussed, and she had a big splotch of furniture polish evident on her skirt after she nearly dropped the rag on the rug of the front room and had caught it against her skirt before it hit the floor.

Ugh, why did her thighs look especially stuffed inside her skirt today? Why was the roll of her lower belly suddenly even more obvious than usual? In fact, why were all her imperfections so obvious…all the time? Why did her ass stick out so far and her breasts always look like they were about to burst out of her blouse? It didn’t matter what clothes she wore, she always felt like a sausage stuffed in a casing.

Knowing it was pointless on wasting anymore time on something that wasn’t going to change in the next ten seconds, Y/N did her best to make herself look as good as she could before then quickly switching off the light and slipping out of the bathroom. 

Tommy wasn’t in the parlor yet, but the large fireplace was already lit with a lively crackle, and the entire room was warm and inviting as the heat spread from the fire and the large, plush furniture called to her after having been on her feet for the last six hours. Quietly crossing the floor to the slim table along the wall below the large picture window, Y/N looked outside and admired the view of the snow peacefully falling in the darkening sky, a light coating of flakes already settling over everything.

Looking down to the table, Y/N then reached for the crystal decanter and whisky glasses set off to the side. She only grabbed one, though, filling it and then re-capping the decanter before turning and walking to the coffee table in front of the fireplace. Bending to set it down, she had just stood back up when Tommy’s voice sounded behind her.

“I don’t like sharing, love, so you better pour a second glass,” he said.

Turning around, Y/N apprehensively met his eyes. The familiar feeling of nervousness and self-consciousness she always had around him more present than ever.

“If I’m already spending the night, I’m not going to also drink your liquor,” she replied, trying to seem unaffected by Tommy. She thought she’d gotten pretty good at it over the years.

Looking at her for just a moment, Tommy then headed over to the table she’d just been at and began pouring another glass of whisky. After turning around and then meeting her at the coffee table, Tommy stretched the glass out to her and spoke again, his eyebrow arched in challenging amusement.

“Stop acting like you’re an inconvenience, Y/N. Now take the drink, or I’ll go and tell Curly to make you a hay pile next to the mares.”

Once again unable to refrain from smiling, Y/N did as Tommy said and took the glass from his hand. She then followed his motion and took a seat on the sofa across the table from him, Tommy himself settling into the opposite sofa. The fire warmly crackled again and had filled the plush room with a soft glow, and Y/N couldn’t help but think how romantic it would feel if she were anyone else. But those weren’t the kind of feelings she inspired in men. And definitely not in Tommy Shelby.

Tommy could see the self-doubt and nervousness in Y/N’s eyes and body language, but he wasn’t going to let her keep it up. Before joining Y/N in the parlor, he’d gone to tell Frances to kindly not disturb them for the evening, because Tommy was ready to finally address whatever the hell it was that always made Y/N hold back from him. And then he would correct whatever misassumptions she was under.

Lifting his glass to his lips, Tommy took a drink, and when he gave Y/N a look that said she had better do the same, she obediently lifted her own glass and took a sip, the alcohol burning her throat and warming her insides on the way down.

“If you let me use the phone, I can ring home and have someone come and get me before it gets any worse outside,” Y/N said as she nervously looked at Tommy, who seemed to be assessing her with those heart-stopping eyes. But after she said that, his expression changed to one of irritation, and after giving her a look, he stood up and began walking towards the doorway of the room.

“Where are you going?” Y/N said in nervous surprise as she watched him, shifting slightly on the sofa.

“To tell Curly to get you a spot ready out by the troughs,” Tommy said over his shoulder.

Of course, Tommy wasn’t serious, but he kept heading for the doorway nonetheless.

“Alright, I’m sorry!” Y/N said after him, her voice apologetic. “I’m not trying to come off as ungrateful, Tommy, I’m just trying to stay out of your way.”

Turning and looking at her, Tommy replied.

“If I felt you were in my way, love, you wouldn’t still be here. You hint at that again and I’m calling for Curly.”

With apologetic obedience, Y/N quickly nodded her head, and Tommy slowly walked back across the room towards her. But instead of resuming his place at the opposite sofa, he sat down at the other end of where Y/N sat, and as he did so, she met his eyes.

“Although, I’m sure it wouldn’t be so bad out there,” she said with a little smile. “You have Curly treat those horses with such love and care that I’m sure any place out there would be nearly comparable to any of the bedrooms in this house.”

Smiling back at Y/N, Tommy reached for her glass that she'd set down on the table and handed it to her before retrieving his own and each of them taking a sip again.

“That may be true, love,” Tommy said then, “but seeing as you’re even more majestic and beautiful than any of those horses, I’ll be keeping you inside.”

At that, Y/N scoffed a laugh, then shook her head and looked down. She self-consciously kept her eyes on her glass as she ran her finger along the rim.

"Something funny?" Tommy said in response to her reaction, arching his brow as he looked at her. But Y/N only shook her head again. Shifting, Tommy leaned forward and set his glass down on the table before speaking once more.

"Tell me," he said, his tone serious. "What's so funny about what I just said?"

Still not looking up, Y/N just shook her head again, and Tommy continued, suddenly feeling his patience running thin. Not only was she continuing to shy away, but she wouldn't tell him why.

"Tell me, Y/N. Tell me why you always do that, eh?" he said next. "Why do you always brush off every compliment I give you, avoid any attention?" 

“I'd rather not talk about this," Y/N said then, turning her head and still avoiding his eyes. "We both know the truth, Tommy, so will you just drop it?"

Frowning, Tommy reached over and yanked the glass out of Y/N's hand and roughly set it on the table, Y/N wincing at the sound it made.

“I'm afraid I don't know the truth, love, so why don't you enlighten me, eh?" Tommy said, his voice aggravated. "Right now. Why?"

Her cheeks burning, Y/N shook her head a final time, and that’s when Tommy raised his voice. Whatever the reason, he wanted to finally know why she wouldn't ever let anything go too far between them.

“Tell me, Y/N,” he demanded again, and that’s when Y/N herself got upset and she nearly shouted as she finally replied.

“Because I know it’s all just humor, Tommy!” She lifted her head and looked at him, embarrassed and aggravated that he was making her explain what she knew he already knew. “You charm, flirt, and tease, but we both know it’s all just to humor me and entertain yourself; it always has been. I’m not stupid, Tommy! I'm just your entertainment when you've nothing, or rather, no one better to occupy your time. I know you don’t mean it, and it just so happens that it hurts me, so just do me a favor and stop it, because it’s really not fair!”

Momentarily taken aback by both her outburst and what she was saying, Tommy just stared back at her for a moment, his eyes running over her reddened cheeks and her pained expression as she looked at him. But as soon as he processed what she’d said, he was replying, once again displaying controlled composure as he tilted his head and she met his eyes.

“That I don’t mean it?” he repeated back to her questioningly. “And who ever said that I don't mean it, love?"

Narrowing her eyes at him, Y/N answered.

“I know you don't,” she replied. “So just stop, alright, because it’s not fair.”

“And why isn’t it fair, love?”

Meeting his eyes again, Y/N knew there was no point in lying. She was already embarrassed, but he obviously was going to make her say it, so she may as well be honest and maybe at least then, Tommy would drop the act.

“Because I just so happen to care about you, Tommy," she said, her cheeks burning. "And the fact that you flirt and compliment me and pretend to have any interest hurts, because I know it's just an act. We both know it. I know you could never actually want a girl like me — we both know I’m not desirable, Tommy. So please, just stop, because it only makes me feel even more pathetic."

After she spoke, Y/N looked down at her hands, and her heart was pounding as she could feel Tommy's eyes still on her. Too bad if he didn't like being called out. She was done being a little game for him.

While Tommy maintained his outward composure, inwardly, he was having trouble which statement she'd made to process first. In fact, he could hardly believe she was serious. That was what it had been about all along? She thought he didn't actually mean it? That she was undesirable? That he didn't actually want her? As he continued to look back at her and saw her self-critical expression, Tommy realized that it was her own self-doubt that had always held Y/N back, and it was time to correct that.

"Well, I hate to tell you, love, but you're wrong about everything you just said, including the statement that you're not stupid. Because stupidity would be the only reason why you wouldn't think I don't mean every damn word I've ever said to you. And the fact that you think you're undesirable only solidifies that you're not of sound mind, because that couldn't be further from the truth."

Scoffing again, Y/N rolled her eyes.

"You do that one more time, love, and you'll be over my knee," Tommy began again. "Now tell me exactly why you think you're undesirable."

"Tommy..."

"You've got five seconds..."

“I don’t want to talk about this.”

“Three seconds…”

"Because I'm fat, Tommy!" Y/N responded, forced to answer him despite her continued shame. "I’m not thin or delicate like a woman should be. I'm fat, Tommy; I'm big and I'm fat. We both know it. Everyone does. And the only things I inspire from people are pity and mockery, and the only desire I cause in men is the desire that they won't have to interact with me. And I know you're no different, and I'm asking you to drop the feigned interest and just leave me alone so that I can get over you.”

Tommy was once again shocked by her declarations as he continued to look at her. Had he known that this self-doubt was what was holding Y/N back from him all this time, he would have corrected her long ago.

Despite whatever reservations she had, the fact was, she was beautiful. Her sunny, bright smile on that pretty face, her cheeks always full and flushed and her eyes so warm. And, yes, she was bigger than some women, her frame not “typical”, but that was the main reason every single man in town struggled to look anywhere but at her when she was around. Those large, full breasts and that curvaceous ass, all of which just begging to be caressed and fondled, and that adorable little tummy that every man wanted to wrap their arms around. Y/N's body screamed warm, plush, hot sex, and that, combined with her beauty and the sunny aura that always surrounded her, made every single man want her. And when Tommy had gathered that long ago, he’d immediately set every single one of them straight.

He’d made one warning, and one warning only: Y/N was his. So much as look at her too long, and she’d be the last thing you’d see before you’d be staring down the barrel of Tommy’s gun. And while he’d given Y/N time due to thinking her reservations came from elsewhere, that didn’t mean she was up for grabs until she finally came around. No. She was spoken for, and not a single person had better forget it.

Unfortunately, however, Tommy now realized that an unintentional side effect of his stern warning was that Y/N thought the lack of male attention she received was due to her looks, her body. No doubt also that the other women, who’d always been jealous of the lingering glances she’d receive, had filled her head with false ideas that she was undesirable as a way to make themselves feel better. Plenty of jealousy had been sparked when Y/N first started coming around The Garrison more often; other women’s beaus and husband’s eyes were drawn to her frequently.

Back in the present, Tommy now relished hearing that Y/N did, in fact, have feelings for him, too, and now that she’d admitted it, it was his turn to finally make his view on her clear.

“You need to get over me, do you?” he said to her.

Her head still down, Y/N blushed once more.

“Stop it, Tommy,” she said.

“What if I don’t want you to get over me? Because I have no intention of getting over you,” Tommy continued. “In fact, my only thought whenever you're around is getting you under me, love.”

Suddenly looking up at Tommy, Y/N’s eyes widened for a split second before she then narrowed them, and then she was on her feet in an instant, rounding the couch and hastily heading for the door.

“You’re an ass, you know that?” she said over her shoulder as she walked away from him. “Goodnight, Tommy. Good luck finding yourself a new maid.”

Without looking back, Y/N hastily headed for the front hallway and retrieved her coat, quickly grabbing it from the closet and attempting to shrug into it as she made her way to the front door. Forget the fact that she had no gloves, no hat, no other protection from the snow that was now heavily falling from the blackened night sky. She wouldn't stick around only for Tommy to keep teasing her.

As he himself quickly exited the parlor after her, Tommy saw Y/N near the front door as she struggled to slip into her coat. In her haste to leave, she'd slipped her arm into the wrong sleeve, and she was stalled as she removed the coat and tried again. But before she could get her other arm in, Tommy was grabbing the empty sleeve and pulling her back towards him, gripping her around the waist as she wrestled in his arms.

"Let go of me, Tommy! I'm leaving!" she said loudly as she tried to push his chest away.

"No, you're not, love," Tommy declared, and when she fought him again, he gripped her tighter.

"Stop it, Tommy!"

"You're not leaving this house, you're not going out in that storm, and you're not walking away when you've got everything wrong," Tommy said.

"I don't," Y/N insisted.

"You do," Tommy countered. "Because if you think for one minute that you fall under the category of undesirable in any way, you need to fucking be set straight."

"Why are you doing this?" Y/N asked him in exasperation, momentarily stopping resisting him.

"Because I now realize that while I made it very clear early on to everyone exactly who you belong to, I see it caused you some misconceptions."

"Who I belong to?" Y/N replied then, her brow furrowing in confusion as she shook her head. "I don't belong to anybody. Nobody even wants me."

"Wrong again, love, on both points," Tommy said.

"I’m not anybody’s. Not a man in this town even looks at me," Y/N continued.

At that, Tommy smirked.

"And why do you think that is, love?"

She made a face and narrowed her eyes that he was still at this.

"I already told you — we both know why."

"Yes, I do," Tommy replied then. "It's because I made it known from the start that if any other man so much as glanced in your general direction too long, they'd be making quick acquaintance with the business end of my gun."

Her expression once again one of confusion, Y/N just shook her head again as she looked back at Tommy.

"What are you talking about?" she asked.

"No other man in this town looks at you, Y/N, because they know you belong to me," Tommy clarified. "You're my girl, Y/N, and I made that clear a long time ago. I made sure that every man in this town knows that any attention they pay you is their ticket to going six feet under."

Searching Tommy's eyes for just a moment, Y/N's own eyes were narrowed in doubt.

"You're lying," she said.

"Ask your brother," Tommy replied with confidence. "Ask Harry. Both of them have been tasked with giving the frequent reminder that you're mine, and getting rid of any man at The Garrison who appreciates you too much when I'm not around. Why else do you think you've never again seen any of the piss-offs who've ever tried chatting you up, Y/N? It's because I gave them a knock around and a permanent eviction as soon as I found out."

Processing what Tommy was saying, Y/N realized that it was true that the few men who ever had approached her at The Garrison were never seen again. She'd always assumed it was because they'd sobered up and come to their senses about her, but apparently, it was because they'd been beaten with the warning that she was very much spoken for, and everyone else was smart enough to leave her alone, knowing she was Tommy’s.

But she still couldn’t believe it.

"You’re lying," Y/N accused again.

"I'm not, love," Tommy said with finality, holding her gaze. And even though the look in his eyes appeared alarmingly sincere, it was what he said next that confirmed it for Y/N. 

“You can even ask Ada; she was there the very first time I made it clear to everyone within earshot who you belong to.”

At that, Y/N’s eyebrows rose and she was momentarily without a response. Ada was her oldest friend — the two women had known each other long before their brothers ever became acquainted. And Ada never lied to her.

Shaking her head again after a beat, Y/N was still in Tommy’s hold as she spoke again.

“You…why…why, Tommy?”

“I told you, love,” Tommy replied. “I don’t like sharing.”

Y/N shook her head.

“No, not… I mean, why…” she paused for a brief moment to glance around the room in thought and then clarified her question. “How could you ever want me? Why would you ever want me?”

At her sincere disbelief and questioning, Tommy realized he’d have a long way to go in building up Y/N’s self-esteem and reassuring her just how perfect she was. But he was more than happy to accept that challenge.

“The more appropriate question, love, is why wouldn’t I?” Tommy replied as he held her eyes. 

“No,” Y/N replied again. “You’re lying.”

At that, Tommy gave her another challenging look and paused for a moment before he then reached forward and grabbed her wrist. Pulling Y/N’s hand towards his lower half, she watched with wide eyes as he laid her palm over his crotch and pressed her hand against his hardening cock. 

“Does that feel like I’m lying, love?” Tommy asked her, his voice low and his eyes burning into hers. 

“Tommy…” Y/N whispered, her eyes still wide as her fingers twitched over his pants. Her heart was pounding again and she suddenly felt so taken aback…and so aroused. But she was still in disbelief.

“This is what you cause every time I’m around you, Y/N, and I’ve wanted you for years. But it’s more than that. I care for you, love, and I always have. And it’s because this warmth and beauty inside here,” Tommy indicated to Y/N’s heart with a soft tap to her chest, “matched with this warmth and beauty,” he then stroked her cheek with his thumb to indicate her face, “and this warmth and beauty,” he lowered his hand and slowly ran his palm to smooth over and squeeze the bump of her ass, “is all a deadly combination that’s had me from day one. I care for you, love," he repeated, "and I want you."

At each touch and word Tommy was saying, Y/N’s heart was alternating between pounding and skipping beats in sheer disbelief at what was happening. But after his last sentence, she found herself admitting back to him once more what she’d revealed earlier.

“I care for you, too, Tommy. I…I’ve always wished…” She paused and looked down before meeting his eyes again. “But I’m not—"

“You say once more that you’re not desirable, love, and I’ll find some very interesting ways to shut you up,” Tommy cut her off. “You’re fucking beautiful, love, beautiful. Inside and out. And every other man thinks so, too, but they know better than to test my warning.”

“But I’m…I’m too fat," Y/N said then, unable to stop herself. "I’m not slim, not dainty. And no matter how much I try, I can’t change that.”

“I don’t want you to change that, love,” Tommy replied as he released her wrist and wrapped his arms around Y/N’s waist again. “Because you’re perfect. You’re not too big; you’re beautiful. Every single curve, every single bit of you is divine, and there’s not another woman anywhere who inspires more vividly sexy, sinful thoughts in every man who looks at her."

Seeing Y/N’s face flush once more at his words, Tommy pressed her closer into him and spoke softly.

“What do you think I want: an unsatisfying brush of cold, uninviting skin and bones, or a handful of warm, plump, tempting flesh that I can hold against me and worship?”

As Tommy finished, Y/N’s eyes were darting to his as he squeezed her gently.

“You’re beautiful, Y/N. Every inch, inside and out. And I want all of you.”

Before Y/N could answer, Tommy leaned forward and hovered over her mouth for a moment as he held her eyes, and then her lashes were quickly fluttering downward as she closed her eyes and Tommy pressed his lips to hers in a gentle, assuring kiss.

Her mind went blank as he kissed her, and all she could do was welcome his lips against hers as she remained close against him. Being held by Tommy felt so good, and when he gently yet commandingly intensified the kiss, Y/N was lifting her arms to his biceps to hold onto them for support. She felt like her knees were going weak, and when Tommy moved his mouth along hers a final time before beginning to pull away, Y/N thought she was going to melt when he kept his face close to hers and darted his tongue out to run it over her lips, as if tasting her.

"If you don't want this love, I won't go any further, but just know that there's nothing about you that isn't divine," he said to her quietly.

At Tommy's words, her heart melted, and despite her lingering self-doubt and also near disbelief that this was happening, Y/N couldn't say no. She wanted him, wanted him to take her, and as she looked back at Tommy, the pull was too strong to allow her self-criticism to win the argument. But instead of replying with any words, Y/N simply held his gaze for a moment before then leaning forward and joining their lips again.

With Y/N's clear consent, Tommy was moving them in an instant. His kiss now urgent and possessive, he pulled her with him as they walked back towards the staircase, their lips still together as they bumped into the banister. Y/N made a noise as the collision caused them to momentarily part, and Tommy grabbed her hand then and led her up the staircase, heading for his bedroom and pulling Y/N along close behind him. As they made it to his doorway and he could see her nervous bashfulness, he once again asked her.

"Do you want this, love?" he said as he lifted his hands to her face and made her look at him.

"Yes," Y/N whispered, still clearly nervous but nodding her head.

"Because I'll warn you right now, once we start, I'm not going to be able to stop."

Her heart was thudding in her chest at Tommy's words, but Y/N still nodded once more as she replied.

"I won't want you to," she said.

At that, something changed in Tommy's eyes, and he hastily pushed Y/N the rest of the way through the doorframe before closing and locking the door behind them. Afterwards, he immediately pulled her to him again, and their lips joined once more in a heated kiss as Tommy walked her to the bed.

"I've wanted my hands full of you for-fucking-ever," Tommy growled against Y/N's mouth as he felt her lift her arms and wrap them around his neck. His hands skimmed up the sides of her torso over her blouse as she did, and then Tommy was roughly gripping the fabric of her blouse in his hands and pulling it free from the waistband of her skirt. As he lifted his hands to then begin opening her buttons, Tommy groaned as he felt Y/N's fingers flexing against his scalp, and then suddenly gripping his shoulders with a squeak as he shoved his face into the curve of her neck and bit at her skin.

"Tommy..." she gasped after her squeal of surprise. His bite was sharp yet arousing, and Y/N felt her nipples hardening at the sensation as she could feel his breath fanning over where he'd just nipped her.

"Keep saying my name, love, and I’ll only need more,” Tommy threatened her with another groan from deep in his chest, and Y/N was tilting her head automatically to give him even more access to her neck.

His hands swiftly opening the buttons of her blouse, Tommy was then immediately looking down to finally feast his eyes on her chest beneath the fabric. As he opened the blouse and pushed it down her arms, his cock was stiffening to the point of painful as he saw the large, full, plump flesh of her breasts heaving within the cups of her bra. Her skin was glowing and her nipples were piercing the fabric in anticipation, and as Tommy lowered his eyes further and saw the smooth, rounded curves of her belly and hips at the waistband of her skirt, he was quickly lowering his hands again to shed her of the garment.

Somewhere in the back of her mind, Y/N was still mildly aware of her body as she felt Tommy begin to undress her, and she had to fight the urge to try and cover herself as he removed her clothes. But when she felt him eagerly run his hands over her bare skin, she momentarily forgot about it as she was distracted by the wonderfully pleasureable feeling of Tommy’s fingers dipping into her flesh. 

As he touched her bare skin, Tommy brought his lips to Y/N’s and kissed her once more, but as her arms were once again lifting to his neck, he stopped her, grabbing her hands and placing them on his chest instead. He then parted from her lips and looked at her.

“Your turn, love,” he said lowly, and he guided her fingers to his shirt buttons and encouraged her to start opening them. As she did, he quickly grabbed her waist and pulled her even closer against him, pressing his bulge into her and letting her feel exactly what she inspired in him as he watched her work his shirt while she stood there in just her undergarments.

Y/N’s fingers were shaky as she worked at Tommy’s buttons, and her breathing was unsteady, which she was sure he could hear. She still was in shock that this was happening, but when Tommy pulled her closer and pressed his stiffness into her, she couldn’t help but rock against him as she finished opening his shirt. Once she did, she pushed it off and down his arms, and when she paused at the white undershirt that was beneath it, Tommy spoke and squeezed her hips in encouragement.

“Keep going, love,” he said, and as he did, he reached up behind her and began to loosen her bra.

Her heart pounding, Y/N gripped a handful of the fabric and pulled Tommy’s undershirt from the waistband of his pants before then slipping her hands beneath the hem and slowly pushing it up. Her palms glided over his toned torso as she did, and after Tommy momentarily lifted his hands away from her body to raise his arms and allow her to remove his shirt, he immediately returned his hands to her upper back to finish undoing her bra.

Y/N couldn’t help herself as her eyes roamed over Tommy’s body in appreciation. He was gorgeously toned and sexy, and she was reminded of just how many times she’d dreamt of him holding her against that firm chest. Uncontrollably, she lifted her hands to him and laid her palms over his pecs, then ran her hands over his entire torso as her eyes continued to feast on him.

Smiling to himself at Y/N’s clear eagerness to touch him, Tommy then spoke again.

“Maybe she doesn’t need much encouragement after all,” he said in a teasing voice, and Y/N then met his eyes with a deep blush and began pulling her hands away.

“I didn’t say stop, love,” Tommy shook his head as she retracted, then grabbed her hands and replaced them on his chest. He then leaned forward and kissed her again as he slipped his hands to her back once more and undid the final fasten of her bra, tugging the material from her back and then slipping his hands to her front to pull it fully off of her.

Y/N parted from Tommy’s lips and her heart was pounding as she felt him pull her bra from her body. As he did, he put more space between them to allow himself to look at her, and as his eyes landed on her breasts, Y/N couldn’t help but feel the blush creep over her entire body as she watched Tommy gaze at her chest, and after a moment of him staring but saying nothing, she self-consciously lifted her arms to hug her chest for cover.

Tommy wasn’t certain which were hungrier, his eyes or his hands, as Y/N’s breasts were finally revealed to him. He’d fantasized about her big, beautiful mounds for ages, and now that she was bare in front of him, he didn’t know how he wanted to experience her first. But as he realized Y/N was making to cover herself, he was snapped out of it, and he knew he needed to get her in his bed before she had any second thoughts.

Reaching up and quickly grabbing Y/N's arms, Tommy pulled them away from her chest and then pressed himself against her as he held her wrists.

"You're not hiding from me, love," he said to her lowly. "You're going to let me see every inch of you."

And with that, Tommy bent down and swept one arm under her knees and slipped the other behind her waist, picking her up and all but throwing her onto the bed. Y/N gave out a short shriek of surprise, and she hadn't even registered what had happened when she felt the mattress dip beneath her as she landed with a soft bounce onto the bed. But as she collected herself, her immediate thought was disbelief at the ease with which Tommy had picked her up and tossed her. It was as if she weighed nothing, and she was still processing that fact as she rested back on her elbows and looked up to meet Tommy's eyes as he watched her from the edge of the bed.

Tommy had smiled to himself as he'd heard Y/N's little shriek, a clear mixture of surprise yet thrill, and it was with enjoyable ease that he'd picked her up and tossed her onto his bed, the idea of doing so having crossed his mind countless times before. But the smile soon left his face and he was consumed with raw lust instead as he watched the glorious bouncing of her beautiful tits as she landed on the mattress. The actual vision was, of course, better than any fantasy he'd conjured up — and he'd conjured up plenty — of seeing her plush tits bouncing and her pink nipples peaked in arousal. And as his eyes traveled up her chest to her face and he met her gaze, Tommy saw the shy yet clear want in Y/N's expression, and he began to remove his pants. Not wanting to leave her alone on that bed for long, Tommy quickly shed his pants, his stiff cock tenting his boxers beneath, and he swiftly climbed onto the bed after her.

Watching Tommy remove his pants as he looked at her the way he was, Y/N's heart was pounding and she felt nearly scared at the primal look in Tommy's eyes. But she was quickly distracted by the obvious strain of his cock fighting against his boxers, leaving little to the imagination as his thick shaft was outlined in the thin white fabric. Immediately, Y/N felt a needy throbbing between her legs, and she squeezed her thighs together as she rested back on her elbows and looked at Tommy again. The silent pull between them had him quickly climbing onto the bed to join her, and before she knew it, Tommy was knelt between her legs and lowering himself to her face as he connected their lips in a possessive kiss. No longer thinking about hiding herself as she felt the warmth of Tommy over her, Y/N tilted her head further back and arched herself upwards in eager reciprocation of his kiss. As Tommy lowered himself further to her and she sank deeper into the mattress, Y/N could feel the brush of his chest against her nipples, and she suddenly found herself lifting one of her arms to wrap around Tommy's neck and pull him even closer to her.

As his mouth consumed hers, Tommy was soon smiling again against Y/N's lips as he felt her wrap her arm around his neck and needily pull him closer to her. He relished the sensation of her soft breasts pressing and molding to his bare chest, and Tommy lifted one of his own arms to Y/N's face as he continued to kiss her and stroked her cheek before then grasping her chin in his fingers and pulling away from her lips.

As Tommy suddenly grasped her chin and pulled away from her mouth, Y/N was involuntarily chasing after him, wanting more, her lips still poised for another kiss and her head lifting off the mattress to seek him, but Tommy's grasp on her chin tightened ever so slightly, and Y/N was whimpering and then opening her eyes to meet his gaze as he held her face and spoke.

"I'm sorry, love; I'm not keen on depriving you. But I'm afraid it's my time to be selfish and allow myself to feast on what I've been hungry for for ages."

With a brief pause, Tommy released Y/N's chin and lowered his hands to her hips. He began to unclip her stockings from her garter belt as he then continued speaking.

"I want everything gone, and only you left," he said as he peeled her first stocking down her leg. His fingers squeezed her thigh, her calf, her ankle on the way down, and when he had the stocking removed, Tommy continued on to Y/N's opposite leg as he spoke in that authoritative, decisive tone that was so sexy and controlled and made Y/N feel completely helpless to him in the best way possible.

After removing her first stocking, Tommy repeated his work on Y/N's opposite leg, and as her foot arched as he pulled the stocking off her, he affectionately squeezed her ankle again before trailing his eyes back up her leg to her thighs. Her legs now fully bare, Tommy could feel his cock stiffen further as he took in the sight of her thick, plush, flawless thighs, her flesh dimpled and warm and the apex between them calling to him. In an instant, his hands were on her, squeezing her thighs in hungry arousal as he relished the way her glowing skin filled his hands, his fingers dipping and massaging her as he groaned a curse.

"Fucking divine," Y/N heard Tommy mutter as he pawed and gripped at her thighs, feeling his hands caress her in rough adoration. There was plenty for him to get his hands on, but to Y/N's continued surprise, Tommy seemed to enjoy the handfuls of her that he was helping himself to, and when he then released his tight grip on her and instead flattened and smoothed his palms slowly up her thighs, her core was throbbing again and her heart skipped once more as she heard the words he spoke next.

"Do you know how long I've wanted to sink my cock between these beautiful thighs? Hm?" Tommy slipped his fingers beneath the waistband of her underwear and garter belt as he spoke, and he kept his eyes squarely aimed at the apex of her thighs as he pulled them down and off her, continuing as he dropped them to the floor. "And this perfect little cunt. Do you know how long I've wanted to bury myself inside you, love?"

It was the metaphorical icing on the cake, her lush, pretty little mound finally bared to him as well, beautifully ready for him between those thick, warm thighs. As he looked down at her, a devilish smile once again appeared on Tommy's face as he noticed Y/N suddenly attempt to squeeze her thighs together and whimper once more in need, but him kneeling between her legs kept her from giving herself the friction she was seeking.

Tommy's words were causing an insanely debilitating need in Y/N, and her chest was rising and falling rapidly as she watched him rake his gaze over her lower half and lick his lips like a hungry animal. Under his gaze, for the first time ever, instead of feeling self-conscious and ashamed of her body, Y/N felt sexy and desirable, and as Tommy spoke of how badly he'd always wanted her just as she was, she felt her arousal intensify like she'd never experienced before. 

Unable to help herself, she was seeking friction, desperate for Tommy to touch her but left with trying to squeeze her thighs together, which, of course, wasn't possible with him kneeling between her legs. In desperation, Y/N let out a strained whimper, and when she did, Tommy lifted his eyes from her lower half to her face and he gave her that devilish smile that always made her stomach flip and her panties dampen.

“Tommy…” she couldn’t stop herself from whining.

His smile widening at the beautifully erotic sound of her whimpering his name, Tommy tormented her.

"Was there something you needed, love?" he asked her teasingly as she looked back up at him, and she pursed her lips as she arched her hips up towards him.

"Please, Tommy," she mewled quietly, not certain that her voice would work if she spoke any louder. And when she saw the mischievous grin on Tommy’s face, Y/N’s heart skipped another beat.

“The problem is, love, that you’re so fucking perfect everywhere, that I’m afraid you’re just going to have to be patient while I get my fill,” he replied. And when Y/N whined again, he bent down and hovered over her again, his lips just centimeters from hers as he finished. “Like I said, I want every inch of you.”

Pressing his lips to hers then, Tommy felt Y/N moan into his mouth as they kissed, but it didn’t last long before he was pulling away and slipping an arm beneath her.

“Let me see that luscious ass,” he said lowly.

Flipping her over, Y/N squealed again as Tommy put her on her stomach beneath him, her face now meeting the pillow as her naked backside was displayed to him. Immediately, she heard Tommy groan above her and she instantly felt his palms on her cheeks.

The sight of Y/N’s naked ass was nearly as delicious as the front of her, and as Tommy’s eyes landed on her curvy cheeks and he saw the way they jiggled as he moved her, he was immediately filling his palms with her. His hands running over her cheeks, he was pinching and squeezing her in handfuls, admiring the way her skin would dimple and then rise with goosebumps as he caressed her. Once more taking two handfuls of her, he massaged her ass again with a combination of gentle and rough kneads of his fingers. Tommy continued to admire the way her plush skin glowed and warmed under his hands, and he felt his cock throbbing as he watched Y/N involuntarily rock her hips and arch her ass upwards towards him slightly in search of more.

Groaning, Tommy slid one hand up to grip her hip before retracting his other hand momentarily and then shocking Y/N as he quickly planted a harsh slap to her right cheek.

"Eeeeep!" Y/N squealed in surprise and a mix of pleasure and pain.

Hearing her, Tommy grinned wickedly again as he slapped her other cheek, eliciting from her the same shriek once more.

"What's wrong, love? Too hard?" He then slapped both her cheeks another time, relishing in her outcry once more and also at seeing her skin redden from the smack of his palm. Thoroughly enjoying the marks he was temporarily painting on her and watching the way her curvy ass jiggled with each smack, Tommy slapped her a final time before he then leaned forward over her. His chest pressed into her back, he whispered in her ear as he rocked his hips against her bottom, his cock prodding her.

"With the way you're arching this gorgeous ass up to me, I would think this is exactly what you want, eh? In fact, something tells me that if I do a little exploring, I'll find the evidence between your legs."

Y/N's arousal was indescribable at this point as she felt the firm warmth of Tommy pressing into her back, his hot, stiff cock and his toned chest sending a heatwave through her. And as he whispered to her in that low, sexy voice and his lips brushed the shell of her ear, she was turning her head into him over her shoulder even more as she simultaneously arched against him again.

Although she couldn't see them, Y/N could feel the lingering heat of Tommy's handprints on her ass cheeks. The way he'd smacked her had been so arousing, the pleasure-pain causing even more slickness between her thighs, and she felt her cheeks flush as Tommy accurately accused her of exactly that. Soon, she was gasping instead of shrieking as she felt Tommy soothingly run his palms over her ass before then trailing lower between her legs from behind, his fingers finding and stroking over her slick folds, running up and down her slit as he spread her wetness.

"There it is, just as I thought," Tommy whispered once more, his head still over her shoulder and his lips brushing her ear again. "And one thing I'm sure of is that this little pussy is going to be even more divine than this ass."

Y/N's heart was pounding, and as she felt Tommy stroke over her slit once more, she was gasping, but it was when he dipped forward further and pinched her clit that she was whimpering and then releasing a shaky breath, coiling back into Tommy's chest as she whispered his name again.

"Tommy..."

Relishing the plentiful wetness coating his fingers, Tommy smiled to himself yet again as he felt Y/N coil back into him and whimper desperately as he pinched her bud. When he then heard her breathlessly whisper his name again, he felt the erotic pride and desire run through him, and he lifted his free hand then to grasp her chin again and pull her head backwards towards him. Greedily covering her mouth with his, he kissed her with rough hunger, Y/N's lips moving with his and welcoming his kiss with her own eagerness.

Every single word Tommy spoke and every single touch he gave her had Y/N melting more and more by the second, and she was fairly certain she'd be reduced to a puddle beneath him before too long, only capable of desperate sounds and more slickness as he continued to touch her. And when he grabbed her chin over her shoulder and kissed her again, she was dying to turn over and have easier access to him.

Feeling Y/N attempting to turn beneath him, Tommy finally released her chin and parted from her lips, and their eyes met over her shoulder. As he spoke, he continued from where he last left off.

"But as divine as I know this little cunt will be, there's still one more part of you I haven't gotten my fill of yet."

Tommy then slipped an arm under her soft belly and flipped her once more, bringing her on her back again beneath him. As Y/N's hair fanned out behind her and her front was on display to him once more, Tommy corrected himself as his eyes once again landed on her big, gorgeous tits.

"Well, actually, two more parts of you." And with that, Tommy was immediately filling his hands with Y/N's tits once more. But after only a moment of feeling her plump flesh and stiff nipples beneath his palms, Tommy was then lowering his face to her chest and replacing one of his hands with his mouth as he pressed a kiss to her left breast and then sucked her nipple hungrily into his mouth.

Immediately upon feeling Tommy's lips surrounding her nipple, Y/N was moaning again, her back now arching up as she lifted a hand to the back of Tommy's head and scratched at his scalp as he swirled his tongue over her peak. He alternated between sucking her nipple and moving his mouth to press kisses all over her breast, and he massaged and squeezed her other breast with his free hand before then eventually switching, his mouth now working her right breast as his hand engulfed her left.

Whether it was with his hands or his mouth, Tommy was at no risk of going hungry, Y/N's large breasts filling his palms and his mouth and giving him all of her that he'd yearned to feast on for so long. Still, he was certain this would only be a temporary fill, as he knew he'd never get enough of her.

Briefly releasing her from his mouth, Tommy moved to cup both of Y/N's breasts in his hands, massaging them before then pushing them together and burying his face in her plump, warm mounds.

As Y/N felt Tommy grasp her breasts and then bury his face in between them, she affectionately stroked through his hair again, her fingers running over his scalp and through his locks as she watched him drown himself in her breasts. With each little kiss and bite he gave her, she was arching up for more, and when she slid her hand from Tommy's scalp to his face and stroked his cheek, Tommy lifted his head and met Y/N's eyes. Holding her gaze momentarily, the mutual feelings between them went unspoken but not unsaid before Tommy rose to her face and adoringly connecting their lips once more.

Affectionately stroking Tommy's cheek, Y/N was yearning for his mouth on hers again, and when he looked at her and she felt that connection between them, he was quickly following it up with the kiss she was silently begging for. As her arms wrapped around his shoulders as he leaned into her more, Y/N was soon rocking against him again and spreading her legs wider, but when Tommy felt her do so, he pulled away from her mouth, Y/N leaning forward after him.

"I'm just as eager as you are, love," he said, "but I'm still not done with these." He cupped her breasts again as he finished, and he encouraged Y/N to lay back against the pillows again before he resumed his work on her chest.

Sinking into the pillows, Y/N didn't know whether she wanted to scream in thrill or frustration, wanting Tommy everywhere. But as soon as she felt his hands, and then his mouth on her breasts again, her mind went blank.

Tommy surrounded her with his lips yet again, once more eagerly taking her nipples into his mouth turn after turn, hungrily sucking her and squeezing her, alternating between kisses and bites to her flesh, drowning in her breasts. Moans constantly escaped Y/N as Tommy repeatedly sucked and nipped her, and it finally came to a point where Y/N was pushed from the edge of pleasure to pain, the skin of her breasts bright red and her nipples raw from Tommy's greedy consumption. When he briefly pulled away but then made to go back in, Y/N was mewling a protest and roughly threading her fingers through the longer hair at the top of his head, gripping it tightly and pushing him away as she whined.

"Tommy, please, stop! No more," she protested desperately, still pushing his head back as she squirmed beneath him. "It hurts!"

Smiling, Tommy pushed his head into her touch, spurring her on.

"You seemed to thoroughly be enjoying it a moment ago, love," he said. He knew he was working her raw, but a part of him loved it. He'd always wanted to get Y/N to these desperate points of her almost regretting it before he found a new way to pleasure her.

"Tommy..." Y/N groaned again in a beg for respite. "It's too much now. It hurts. Please!"

Humming out a laugh, Tommy took the momentary loosening of her grip on his hair to go back in on her chest one last time, giving each of her nipples a final harsh bite, at which Y/N cried out and tried to turn her body away from him. But Tommy quickly grabbed her wrists and held her down beneath him, then hovered over her as their eyes met and he spoke.

"Then there's only one place left for me to go, love," he said lowly with that devilish grin yet again. And as Y/N met his eyes and then felt him release her wrists, her heart skipped as she watched him slowly lower himself down her front.

Tommy relished the clearly desirous look on Y/N’s face as she watched him begin to lower to her stomach and she bit her lip in want. But he himself was quickly distracted by the adorably plump little rolls of her belly, her skin flawless and glowing in the warm light of the room. Soon enough, he’d spend plenty of time with his arms wrapped around her stomach, softly tickling and adoringly squeezing her as he held her against him. But for now, he proceeded to place adoring kisses along her stomach, enjoying the soft, beautiful warmth of her skin.

Once again, at Tommy’s touch, Y/N felt not self-conscious, but sexy and wanted. The way he took his time and sought all of her, and the clear enjoyment and arousal he got out of it, made her feel like she never had before. And when he once more repeated his appreciation as he moved from her stomach and went even lower, she could see the primal lust in his eyes.

“The sweetest, most beautiful little cunt,” Tommy said in adoration as he lifted a hand and lightly traced a finger through the trimmed hair of her mound, “between the most luscious, gorgeous thighs,” he continued as he then lifted his hands to the waistband of his boxers. Finally, he pulled them down, shedding them and revealing his thick, stunning cock, and then lifting his eyes to Y/N once more. “And I’m going to enjoy every fucking second of finally sinking my cock between them.”

Her eyes widening and her pussy throbbing at the sight of Tommy’s cock, Y/N couldn’t drag her eyes away right away, and it wasn’t until Tommy grabbed her knees and spread her legs further apart that she looked at him again and her heart pounded.

“Tell me to stop, love,” Tommy said to her, offering Y/N a final chance to change her mind, but internally begging her not to. And when she bit her lip again and merely rocked her hips in silent encouragement, Tommy’s heart pounded.

“Please, Tommy,” she then whispered. “More.”

At that, Tommy lost the temporary gentle consideration he’d had only a moment ago, and he roughly gripped Y/N’s ankles and pulled her further down the bed, closer to him and dropping her legs on either side of his knees. He then grabbed  her hips and sank his fingers into her skin as he lifted her lower half up to meet his and then slammed his cock inside her with no further warning.

Immediately upon Tommy entering her, Y/N was crying out in sheer pleasure as her eyes simultaneously rolled to the back of her head and she reached up to grip the bedsheets around her. His cock filled her to the brim, and she felt like she was on the verge of tears as Tommy began to move inside her, thrusting in and out in raw need and determination as Y/N wrapped her legs around his waist and squeezed tightly in an effort to try and hold herself steady.

The sight of his cock sinking inside her, those soft, thick thighs and the clench of her pussy surrounding him, combined with the way Y/N’s entire body shook as he slammed inside her, had Tommy feeling the most intense primal arousal he ever had before. Seeing her adorable little belly ripple with every thrust and her breasts — still red and raw from the attention he’d paid them — bouncing with each little movement had him needing to fuck her harder and faster, wanting to take her so hard that she’d still be shaking even after they were done. Y/N’s beautiful face was scrunched up in pleasure, her hands clenching the sheets above her as she cried out again when Tommy grabbed her hips once more and looked down to watch his cock slipping in and out of her. Her arousal coated him and her lower half dragged back with him every time he pulled away, and then roughly shifted forward with her whole body rippling again as he thrusted back into her.

Outside of the fulfilling pleasure he was making her feel, Y/N was vaguely aware of how hard Tommy was taking her, and she had the distant thought that they may very well break the bed if he kept going the way he was. But when he slammed into her again and then used the pad of his thumb to expertly rub her clit, she was quickly thoughtless as she arched up and moaned in pleasure, meeting his next thrust with her own movement in search of the same friction once more. The way Tommy tenderly stroked her swollen bud with the precisely perfect touch was a contrasting but complimentary bliss to the way he was so roughly pounding in and out of her.

As he kept going, Tommy used his free hand to skim over Y/N’s sweet thighs and adorable belly, once again relishing the sight of the way her skin would warm and dimple at each touch and how the movements between the two of them had her flesh rippling and her breasts bouncing heavily. Tommy had no ability to slow down, and somewhere in the back of his mind, he took incredible pleasure in knowing that he now finally had Y/N and would have plenty of opportunities to show her how he’d just as easily make her shake just as violently when he’d draw everything out and take her with tormentingly slow intention. But not tonight. Tonight, he wouldn’t be able to take things slower even if he wanted to. Finally having her like this was just too much.

As Tommy continued to work her, Y/N gradually found herself almost breathless and her heart nearly pounding out of her chest. Her efforts to meet Tommy at his pace while also keeping herself steady was taking all the strength she had. That, combined with the way he was so perfectly filling her and so divinely attacking her clit had her feverishly panting and unable to string even one word together beneath him.

“To-...Tom-..Tommy!” Y/N was finally able to pant out as she felt her entire body within reach of the metaphorical finish line. And when Tommy responded with a thrust so violent that Y/N was reaching up to hold her own breasts still, Tommy quickly smacked her hands out of the way with his own, making her release herself and giving him the full view he wanted as he brought her over the edge. And as Y/N gave out a high moan in release, her sound combined with the image of her entire body quaking beneath him was enough to take Tommy to the finish line as well, loudly groaning out a curse followed by her name, going until he felt himself completely empty inside her, and only then did he finally begin to gradually slow himself down.

The euphoric pleasure that washed over her entire body had Y/N momentarily paralyzed as she came down from her high, and she could do nothing but watch above her and continue to violently slide back and forth on the sheets as Tommy took the last of what he needed from her to reach his own finish. When he did, the warmth of his cum inside her and the way he loudly groaned a curse chased by her name as his handsome face was twisted in pleasure had Y/N’s heart pounding again rather than slowing down, and her stomach flipped in erotic thrill as Tommy opened his eyes and met hers as he thrusted into her a final time and she felt the last of his release warmly coat her insides.

The softly lit room suddenly falling contrastingly quiet to the desperate and pleasured noises that had been ringing through it just moments before, Y/N’s still heavy panting and Tommy’s rough, unsteady exhales were now the only sounds. And after another moment of looking at each other as their chests rose and fell, Tommy finally slowly pulled himself out of Y/N and leaned forward over her, once more skimming his hands over her skin as he connected their lips for a kiss.

Y/N lifted her eyes to watch Tommy as he leaned over her, each of them still catching their breath as he brought his lips to hers and kissed her while running his palms appreciatively over her skin yet again. Y/N had to pull away from him for breath after a moment, and Tommy smiled against her lips as he heard her shakily exhale and then inhale again, each of them feeling the other’s heart pounding against their chests. But when Tommy slid his palm down the side of Y/N’s bare thigh and then gave it a playful yet possessive smack, she was soon smiling back against his lips as she felt him then caress and squeeze her in the same spot he’d just slapped her.

After a final kiss, Tommy moved himself behind Y/N, slipping his arm around her waist and pulling her against him to spoon her as he helped himself to her neck while alternating between squeezing her belly and cupping her breasts. When he kissed her neck once again and moved his fingers along her left breast to pinch her nipple, Y/N released a small squeak of pain, her breasts and nipples still incredibly tender from how enthusiastically Tommy had enjoyed them.

“Still sore, love?” he teased her, speaking softly against her neck but already knowing the answer.

Giggling, Y/N grabbed Tommy’s hand and stopped him just before he made for her other nipple, then smacked his hand when he still tried to get to her.

“Stop it, Tommy,” she said with a smile. “You know what you did, and I don’t think I’m going to be able to move for a while, let alone work. So you better hope the rest of this house doesn’t get too dusty while I recover.”

“That’s the least of my worries, love,” Tommy replied as he skimmed his hand along her bare thigh. “In fact, I couldn’t care less about a day’s worth of dust if that's all that stands between me and you.”

Giggling again, Y/N replied.

“Well, with the way that all just happened, you may need someone to step in and take over the work, as I reckon it’ll take more than just a day for the soreness to subside.”

Pulling her even closer, Tommy answered with his voice once again playful but possessive.

“All the better, love. You can spend the next few days recovering at The Garrison.”

“Hmm?” Y/N hummed in question as she turned her head slightly over her shoulder towards Tommy. “Why would I spend the next few days there?”

“Because we may as well kill two birds with one stone and have you recover while resting squarely in the middle of my lap at a table front and center.”

Tommy then moved his mouth closer to Y/N and let his lips brush the shell of her ear again as he finished.

“After all,” he said, “I think it’s high time I not only tell, but finally show every man in this town that you are, in fact, my girl.”

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Cillian character Memes

Gonna upload more tomorrow 🫶 gotta go to sleep for now divas!

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On my way like....

I wanna ask Dr Jonathan Crane can I have weekly session.

I wanna ask Tommy will he teach me how to ride a horse.

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I think Jonathan would prefer daily sessions. You know, just so you two can get to know each other better faster. 😉

Tommy would prefer you ride him, not a horse. 🐴

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A Cozy Night in with Tommy

Tommy Shelby x female reader

A/N: Wrapping him in a blanket and putting logs on the fire, requested by @brummiereader. Children's story referenced is the Aesop fable The Lion and the Mouse. Part of my Corrupt a Wish challenge.

Warnings: drinking, unwanted advances, bodily harm Corrupt a wish reminder: If you think this story has a happy ending, you haven't been paying attention. Proceed with caution!

"A lion lay sleeping in the forest...," a soft voice lilted, the melodic tone wafting into Tommy's office like a gentle spring breeze.

Removing his spectacles and dropping back into his chair to listen, Tommy hummed in contentment. This was his favorite part of the evening because it signaled the beginning of the children's bedtime routine. Within the hour, you would be here with him, reading your own book quietly on the sofa as he finished his paperwork and stole glances across the room.

It had taken weeks for you to feel comfortable enough to accept his nightly invitation, thinking it improper to be alone with a man twice your age whom you'd just met. However, you acquiesced as the pained look of sorrow grew in his eyes.

Frances explained he'd lost two wives under tragic circumstances which left him an achingly lonely widower. Upon hearing this, your kind heart urged you to look after him. It was the least you could do considering his benevolence, offering you shelter when you came to him for help.

Now you'd been with the Shelbys six months and you'd made it your duty to bring cheer to the entire household. One thing the family seemed to enjoy was your storytelling and though Mr. Shelby didn't often finish his work in time to join you, you always hoped he was listening.

You had no way of knowing he cracked his door at the same time each night, straining to hear every word. In fact, he was in rapt attention at that very moment. When you imitated the roar of the lion followed by the high pitched squeak of the captured little mouse, he couldn't help the grin that tugged at his lips.

"Spare me! Please let me go..." you begged in an overly exaggerated plea, clasping your hands in prayer dramatically until Charlie and Ruby erupted in giggles at your theatrics.

However, little Ruby soon turned pensive. "Does the lion hurt the mouse?" she gulped, clutching onto your sleeve.

The contact startled you as Ruby had been decidedly standoffish, unwillingly to accept any sort of mother figure so quickly after the death of her own. You placed an arm around her shoulder with a gentle squeeze. "No, he's quite generous," you assured her.

By the time you'd finished, Tommy was relaxing with whisky tumbler in hand, trying to be patient as you answered the children's questions about the moral of the story.

"It's about repaying debts," Charlie nodded solemnly. "Dad says a person should always pay their debts. Do mice?" he pondered, tilting his head to think for a moment.

You giggled at the firm assertion and his businesslike tone, so much like Mr. Shelby at times. "Well, according to this fable they do," you conceded. "But more importantly it's about kindness and how it's never wasted." Ruby hugged you tightly in reply, proof that the time you'd spent with the Shelby family was bringing her out of her shell.

Your heart swelled at the notion, a contentedness coming over you as you tucked the children into their beds and watched them snuggle beneath the covers. With a feeling of satisfaction, you skipped happily down the stairs toward Mr. Shelby's office in hopes of brightening his evening as well. Only then would you feel your day was complete.

However, the moment you glimpsed his hunched postured and tense looking jaw in the fading firelight, you paused. He seemed as though he were considering something of great importance and you were reluctant to disturb him. "Is everything alright, Mr. Shelby? Would you like to be alone?" you asked, peering into the shadows of his office.

He slowly raised his head from the desk, exhaustion evident in his bloodshot eyes. "'M fine," he mumbled before straightening in his chair. "Come," he urged with a wave of his hand.

In accordance with your nightly routine, you crossed to the fireplace and carefully added enough wood to last until you retired. However, as you turned to select a book from the large shelves by the desk, the now roaring fire illuminated Mr. Shelby's face, which was much paler than usual. Your fingertips lingered over the spine of a leather-bound volume as worry began to crease your brow.

Noticing your hesitation, Tommy asked, "Haven't found what you're looking for?"

You shook your head softly to indicate that wasn't the problem. Meeting his gaze earnestly, you ventured, "I hope you don't find this presumptuous, Mr. Shelby, but I think you could do with a bit of rest. You look unwell."

He pinched the bridge of his nose and exhaled a heavy sigh. The silence that followed set you on edge, wondering if he might correct you once again. He was insistent you call him Tommy, but the informality of it still seemed disrespectful.

As you studied his graying temples for a hint of what he might be thinking, Tommy revealed the problem. With gravel filled voice he admitted, "It's true, I can't sleep...haven't been sleeping for some time now."

You felt an ache bloom in your chest at the thought of his suffering, wishing you could ease his discomfort. Without hesitation you complied with his request to join him on the sofa, happy to see he was taking your advice.

Removing the cozy blanket from the back of the sofa, you lightly draped it over his shoulders. With a warm smile, you offered to read aloud while he closed his eyes. However, he politely declined as he reached for your hand instead. Your heart skipped a beat as his long fingers closed over yours, giving a gentle squeeze.

"I like having you close to me, Y/n. Say you'll stay." His penetrating gaze made you feel small beside him and a ripple of anxiety coursed through you at the thought of confiding your plans for the future.

You took a deep breath for courage as you explained, "Mr. Shelby, I can't tell you how much I appreciate your kindness, but it isn't my intention to rely on charity the rest of my life," you began. "I've taken a job so I won't be a burden to you any longer."

His jaw clenched almost imperceptibly at your statement. He disliked the news coming from you even less than Maggie at the exchange. She'd dutifully informed him of every call you made to town inquiring about job opportunities for young women. It was the beginning of his many sleepless nights, wondering how he might keep you here.

When your plans sounded like idle gossip, they were easy to ignore. Now the threat of you leaving was real and immediate. He knew he had to do something drastic. Opposite hand rising to stroke your cheek with his knuckles, his sharp blue eyes darted to yours as he blurted, "Marry me."

"I-I don't know what to say," you stammered, head spinning at his overly familiar show of affection. In all the time you'd spent with Mr. Shelby, he'd never once touched you. You felt it had to do with the respect he held for you, or at least that's what you told yourself until now.

"Mr. Shelby..."Tommy," you corrected yourself. "I'm very fond of you, but you've been like a father to me. So you see, I couldn't possibly mar..."

Before you could finish the thought, you felt the rough, chapped skin of his lips brushing against yours. He was tender at the start, but the first taste of you only made him hungry for more. Deepening the kiss, he slipped his tongue into your mouth roughly, making you startle.

He paid no attention to the way your body stiffened, a firm hand coming to rest at the back of your head. Locking you in place, his opposite hand unclasped from yours to roam your supple curves. Heart slamming against your ribcage, you tried to speak, but only a pathetic squeak emerged.

Tommy chuckled darkly, the innocent cry reminding him of the little mouse from the fable. He not only found your shock amusing, but arousing as well. Although you tried to jerk away, he forced your hand higher on his thigh until you brushed against the growing bulge in his trousers, making his need for you apparent. "I've been more than patient with you, darling."

"What do you mean? Please, you're scaring me," you pleaded in a quivering voice. As his teeth grazed the column of your throat, a strangled cry escaped. "Stop!"

He pulled his face from the crook of your neck, a storm of emotion passing through his eyes. You watched them darken menacingly as he wound his fist in your hair and gave a harsh tug. "I don't think you understand how this works. You came to me, remember?" he emphasized, tilting your neck back at an awkward angle. "Show a bit of gratitude," he scolded.

Tears pricking your eyes, you countered, "I know you don't want to hurt me."

The force he was exerting over you proved otherwise, a sneer curling his lip as he watched you tremble under him. "I gave you everything," he spat. "For what?" he asked rhetorically, tossing you away in disgust.

"Kindness is never wasted," you implored, reciting the message from the fable you so fervently believed.

Tommy scoffed at your childlike naïveté. "You've mistaken my kindness for weakness, love. You have no idea what I'm capable of," he threatened. Then with all the rage of a spurned man, he grasped your throat.

Fingers clutching onto his wrist, you silently pleaded with him for mercy, but his grip only tightened in response. "Spare me," you mouthed, unable to croak out the words.

Tommy shook his head at your request, "I won't let you go."

As you slowly lost the fight against him, he leaned down, stubbled cheek brushing against yours to place a kiss. The low whoosh of blood in your ears nearly drowned out his final declaration whispered calmly into the night. "You belong to me."

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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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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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@kaybeeboop @cloudofdisney - @romanogersendgame @loveableasshole @goldensunflowe-r @captivatedbycillianmurphy @namelesslosers @lauren-raines-x @katsav17 @kamiiyou @fairypitou @answer-the-sirens @vxrixn@kathrinemelissa@datewithgianni @geminiwolves @lyarr24 @ysmmsy @morgana-olson @mysticaldeanvoidhorse @dolllol2405 @nikkialex @missymurphy1985@fictionaldemon @padfootdaredmetoo @cheekybluefox @stevie75 @blyanyan @cevans-winchester @shadow-hunters-lover @look-at-the-soul @livelifewondering @duckybird101 @watercolorskyy @lespendy @raychhh @dressedinpoetrysblog @cillmequick @everyonesawhore @castellandiangelo @midnightmagpiemama @thenattitude @forgottenpeakywriter @elenavampire21 @angelic-kisses13

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Aww thank you @anonymous-badger-238

My Response:

I tag the following no pressure and disregard if you have already been tagged 🦄

@mrs-bond @lau219 @paradiseprincesss @queenshelby @tommyshelby87 @wonderlanddreamer @bouquet-and-pearls @bloodandglitter207 @garrison-girl-08

i found a cool tag game on twitter and i really wanna import it (o^ ^o)

this picrew + the last song you listened to :]

no pressure tags: @blood-loving-leech @overtaken-boredom @lesbianthatyaps @kameonerd566 @hexedvampire @laczki @anonymous-shxtposter @fleurafae @flovqy + anyone who wants to do it <3

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Alright @bloodandglitter207 challenge accepted....thank you for the tag ❤️ now where is my cheese? 😆

Who accepts the 🧀?

@mrs-bond @anonymous-badger-238 @bouquet-and-pearls @coffinwoodd @slut4thebroken @noceurwriter @lovelybucky1

@garrison-girl-08 @anyone

❤️ if you had already done it, please disregard and no pressure ❤️ only 🧀

How Pinterest sees me.

Thank you @brummiereader , @call-sign-shark , @runnning-outof-time & @hoodeddreams13 for the tag.

🤍🤍🤍

Rules: search each topic and post the first that comes up for each one: sport // hobby // animal // instrument // song lyrics // famous paintings

Tags: @novashelby @lau219 @futurefamousdeadmusician @peakyswritings @evita-shelby @mischievouslittlecreature @justrainandcoffee @beastofburdenxo @darklydeliciousdesires & anyone else who wants to.

If you've already done it and I've missed it, please tag me. 🙏🏻

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That ask box is about to go down 😆 ❤️

Several people have asked me if I can make this ask thing a permanent option, and the answer is YES, ABSOLUTELY! Feel free to continue to send me asks and I’m happy to keep this going. 😁