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The first of the two parts for the next chapter of Anything You Need will drop later today. 😁

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Even if we aren’t together…..you’re still mine..

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Ignited

By @ilovetoxicfictionalmen

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IGNITED

A KINKTOBER SPECIAL - MARKING WITH ROBERT CAPA

Pairing.| Robert Capa x fem!reader

Summary.| You ignite Robert’s jealousy and he has to remind you that you’re still his

Warnings.| Dubcon, hickies, biting, marking, p in v, rough sex.

Word count.| 1.2k

Notes.| I watched Sunshine once as a kid and it actually terrified me so I still haven’t rewatched it. Therefore all knowledge on him is by edits so this one really isn’t very detailed.

It was the way that Mace smiled at you, which ignited the jealousy in Capa’s body. The innocent graze of his rough fingertips, the deep chuckle as his eyes lingered over your bare skin, the obvious eye fuck session he had with you. Capa would always watch from a distance, his arms crossed over his chest, jaw clenched and eyes glued onto the way you reacted to his subtle advances.

There was no reason for him to be jealous, you were broken up, or on a break, the pair of you seem to be on different pages with that topic. Robert was indubitable that you guys would eventually sort out your differences. It felt like a punishment for you when you were both assigned for this mission, but the both of you agreed to act professionally as the world’s survival was a far greater issue than your relationship problems.

However, when he caught Mace practically pressed up against you, his arms snaked around your waist, he could have killed him. You blushed immediately and slipped out of his hold, your head hid in shame as you tried to get out of the scene as quickly as possible. For Mace, Capa gave a simple yet strong warning to stay away from you.

Even though everyone else was asleep by now, Robert was wide awake. Staring aimlessing at his ceiling, his chest rose and fell as he clicked his tongue, his finger tapped just below his chest. Fuck it, he needed to talk to you now, you guys needed to hash it out, he’d be completely unfocused until you resolved this. Robert slipped on a singlet and strode down the white halls.

“We need to talk” Capa muttered as he rudely entered your room, completely avoiding eye contact.

You scoffed under your breath and closed your door, the both of you stood firmly, staring each other off. Your hands moved onto your hips as you moved your head forward.

“Well!” you exclaimed, your voice grumpy, clearly from his unplanned arrival.

“Are you trying to sabotage my work?” Robert lectured as he swiped his hand in the air, he shook his head at the thought of you with Mace.

Without thought, you rolled your eyes at him and shook your head. “You’re such an insecure prick” you insulted, avoiding his gaze by picking up your dirty clothes off of the floor.

As you threw them into the hamper, his hand latched onto your forearm, you hissed at him and tried to snatch yourself free, but he held on tightly to you. Those beautiful blue eyes of his were fuel of rage, suspicion and lust. Capa yanked you towards him, the way he looked down at you made you feel so small and helpless.

“You’re still mine? You know that right?” Capa flared his white teeth, his tone dripping of possessiveness.

“No I’m not” you muttered as you lowered your head in embarrassment as you felt your core turn.

“What was that?” Robert snarled, his hand forced your chin back up. The grip hurt you but you tried to act unphased.

“Nothing” you spat as you tried to shake your head free of his hold.

But his grip tightened until you were whimpering out. Your hands shot up to his wrist, however, even though he was of a slim frame, his strength still dominated over yours.

“No, say it again, I want to hear you” Robert demanded, his face flushed with red. His eyes dared you to piss him off even more.

“Get out Robert-” you were cut off when Robert crashed his lips onto yours.

You whined into his mouth, hands flung out to whack against his chest. But Capa reacted swiftly, you were forced onto your back on the small single bed, his hips straddled you down as hands pinned your wrists on either side of your head. His erection pressed into your stomach as he kissed you roughly, his teeth dug into your plush lips.

Since your resistance was pointless, your body turned lump underneath him, Robert huffed out and inhaled deeply through his nose. Saying that he missed you was an understatement. Robert needed you like oxygen, like the sun. Living without you felt miserable, the only thing that would get him through everyday was still being able to see you. The two of you would sort out your differences, he just knew it.

“My girl, mine. No one else’s okay?” Capa stated, his tone warning you not to disobey his views.

You mumbled out as you nodded your head in agreement, a displeased look on your face. But you were obedient, most of the time anyways, the last thing you needed was a scene made in the middle of space. His hands grabbed onto your breasts through your singlet, he roughly tugged at your skin and grunted out. Capa needed to be buried inside of you as soon as possible.

As he roughly yanked your shorts down, you gasped out at the cold breeze. But his thick fingers brushed over your sensitive skin and you moaned out at impact. After he pulled his singlet off, he unzipped his shorts and mounted you, his lips attached to the skin of your neck as his hands worked to line his cock up.

To ease his distress, you were already dripping. It was easy for him to push his thick member inside of you, you mewled out, biting harshly onto your lower lip as your walls adjusted to him. It had been so long, your body missed Capa, craved him to relieve you.

As he buried himself fully, Robert exhaled out, his eyes fixated on your neck. The possessive traits took over his mind, he needed to mark you as his. Capa’s lips latched onto your neck, his teeth nibbled at your muscle as he hummed, his hips snapped back and forward harshly. You whined out, your hands tangled in his hair as your needy hips rocked for more friction.

Every few minutes Capa’s mouth would move over to a new spot. You held his body close to yours, your legs wrapped around his waist. The desperate need of stimulation clouded your judgment, you knew exactly what he was doing, fending off the other men from even looking in your direction. But this act of love sparked your arousal so large that it took over your body.

When your neck was covered in hickies and bite marks, Capa rasped out. He was close, by the way you were squeezing his aching cock, he knew you were as well. His fingers rolled over your clit and you whined out. The tip of his cock brushed against your cervix until the sounds of your orgasm coated moans filled his eyes, velvet walls squeezed as tightly as possible to milk him. Quickly, he followed after you, his body stilled as he gasped out in ecstasy.

“I love you, angel” he moaned out, his eyes rolled back as he rubbed his forehead against yours.

“Love you too” you sniffled, your body trembling from the aftermath of pleasure and the initial stage of regret.

Capa exhaled as his body molded on top of yours. He inhaled your sweet scent, finally his anxieties rested at bay. The warmth he gave you angered you, he was always so infuriating to be around, you hated him yet always wanted him by the end of the night.

“Can I stay in here tonight?” Robert murmured. His stubble teased at your skin as he nuzzled you like a cat.

“Yeah” you sighed as your hand rubbed over your fresh art piece of a neck.

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Looking for My Dr Jonathan Crane like:

Mood board by @lau219

Isn’t she the best?

Mood board of Jonathan crane and y/n life in Gotham. Both work in the asylum. Very dark and romantic. Enemies to lovers type. 🖤💋

Hopefully, this is what you had in mind…

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Anything you need by @lau219

Is EVERYTHING I want😝

Chapter 12

Got me like…what will happen next? 😈

Anything You Need

Part 12

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Hannah: Nate, WTF?!

Nate: What? What’s wrong?

Hannah: Can you please explain to me how the photos I took of Y/N ended up on the studio computer?!?!

Nate: I put them there.

Hannah: Why?! How did you even see them?! I transferred them onto a flash drive.

Nate: They were still on the camera. You left them on there and I needed the memory space, so I transferred them to the computer instead. I didn’t know you’d put them on a flash drive and so I wanted to have them saved for you somewhere.

Hannah: Shit, I forgot to delete them off the camera when I was done.

Nate: Well, obviously, they’re off the camera now, so it’s no big deal.

Hannah: You didn’t do anything else with them, right? Didn’t share them with anyone else?

Nate: Well, I sent them to Cillian, but only because I knew he’d obviously want them, seeing as she’s his girlfriend. I was sending him his photos from Versace anyway, so I sent him the photos of Y/N as well.

Hannah: OMG, please tell me you’re joking.

Nate: Why? Had you already sent them to him?

Hannah: Are you serious? You sent them to Cillian?

Nate: Yeah, why?

Hannah: Nate, no one was supposed to see those photos.

Nate: Oh, was it supposed to be a surprise for him? Like a boudoir-type thing? Sorry. I thought he knew what you guys were doing.

Hannah: No! He wasn’t supposed to see them EVER! No one was, except me!

Nate: What’s the big deal? She’s his girlfriend.

Hannah: No, she’s not.

Nate: She’s not?

Hannah: NO!

Nate: I thought they were a couple. I overheard you teasing her about it, plus it seemed obvious.

Hannah: She’s NOT his girlfriend. I was just teasing her.

Nate: Oops.

Hannah: Oops?! That’s all you have to say?! Why didn’t you talk to me first?! You don’t just go sending those kinds of photos to anyone on a whim!

Nate: How was I supposed to know? It was an honest mistake. I thought they were a couple.

Hannah: Fuck.

Nate: You should have deleted the pics off the camera when you were done.

Hannah: I forgot!

Nate: Well, not much we can do now.

Hannah: Please tell me you didn’t do anything else with her photos or share them with anyone else.

Nate: No, I didn’t.

Hannah: You swear?

Nate: Yes, I swear. I’m sorry, I didn’t know he wasn’t supposed to see them or know about it.

Hannah: Fuck. Y/N’s gonna kill me. What did Cillian say when you sent them to him?

Nate: He didn’t say anything other than “Thanks”. Then he just said it was nice to meet me.

Hannah: You didn’t tell Y/N you sent them to him, did you?

Nate: No. I actually tried contacting her first, but I must have taken her number down wrong because the messages wouldn’t go through.

Hannah: Ok, whatever you do, do NOT let her know in any way that those photos got sent to Cillian. She made me promise that they’d never be anywhere except in my portfolio, and if she finds out that he saw them, she’ll kill me.

Nate: I don’t even have her correct number, remember?

Hannah: Good. Just never say anything about it. As far as you’re concerned, you’ve never even seen the photos, ok?

Nate: Ok. But you realize that doesn’t mean you can get them back from Cillian, right?

Hannah: I know. I’ll contact him and explain the whole thing, but please don’t do or say anything else.

Nate: I won’t.

Hannah: Fuck, this is a nightmare.

Nate: That’ll teach you to always make sure you clear off the camera when you’re done.

Hannah: Shut up.

•.•.•.•.•

The next day, Cillian had just returned home from a run with Scout when his phone dinged with an incoming text message. He quickly set his keys on the kitchen island and wiped the sleeve of his shirt over his face as he pulled his phone from his pocket and opened the message, the number not being a familiar one.

Hi Cillian, this is Hannah Bernard, Nate Palmer’s assistant. I apologize for contacting you out of the blue, but I was hoping I could call you briefly to talk about the shoot the other day if you have a moment?

Cillian wasn’t certain what Hannah wanted to discuss; he didn’t know whether or not she was aware that Nate had sent him the photos of Y/N. She could just as easily be wanting to discuss something else regarding the shoot or Cillian’s photos, and so he gave a simple reply.

C.M. Sure. Now’s good if you want.

H.B. Ok, great.

A few seconds later, Cillian’s phone began to ring.

“Hello?” Cillian greeted, knowing it would be Hannah on the other end of the line.

“Hi, it’s Hannah.”

“Right, how are ya’?” Cillian replied, his tone neutral but friendly.

“Fine, thanks. I hope you don’t mind me calling, and I’m sorry to bother you, but I need to speak with you about the shoot the other day.”

“Sure, no problem,” Cillian replied. “What’s up?”

Again considering that it was possible that Hannah was calling about something unrelated to Y/N, Cillian kept his tone neutral and waited to see whatever it was that Hannah had to say. If she wasn’t aware he’d received the photos of Y/N, then he wouldn’t tell her. There was no need to address it if it was a non-issue.

But apparently, she did know, as Cillian next heard the slight anxiety in Hannah’s voice as she spoke again, and when he heard her question, he knew this was about Y/N’s photos.

“Is Y/N with you right now?” Hannah asked.

“No,” Cillian replied. “She has the day off.”

He could hear the stressed inhale Hannah took before she continued.

“Ok, well, I’m calling because I know that Nate sent you the final photos from your shoot last night, but I understand that he also sent you some photos of Y/N that I took.”

Responding, Cillian still kept his tone even.

“He did, yeah,” he confirmed simply.

Her anxiety still evident even over the phone, Hannah replied.

“You didn’t tell Y/N, did you?”

“No, I didn’t,” Cillian answered, and at that, he heard Hannah exhale a sigh of relief before she then continued to further explain herself.

“Ok, well, I just wanted to explain that you receiving the photos of her was a mistake; Nate wasn’t supposed to send those to you,” she said. “He and I hadn’t had a chance to re-connect after the shoot, but he misunderstood and thought that you and Y/N are...together, and so he thought there’d be no harm in sharing her photos with you. He wasn’t aware that they were strictly meant only for my portfolio.”

“Yeah, he explained that Y/N had done the photos for you as a favor,” Cillian answered.

“Right, well, that’s all they were ever intended for, and he wasn’t supposed to send them to you, or anyone,” Hannah continued. “But like I said, it was a miscommunication between Nate and myself.”

“Yeah, I figured it was a mistake,” Cillian responded.

“I’m so sorry,” came Hannah’s reply then. “I realize how unbelievably unprofessional and inappropriate this all is, but it was an honest mistake. Those photos of her were strictly for my portfolio, and Y/N made me swear up and down that they’d never be shared with anyone or visible except if someone was sitting right in front of me and looking through my book.” Hannah was rambling on in panic now. “And while I explained the situation to Nate, what’s done is done, obviously, and the photos were sent to you. But I’m calling you now to beg you to please, please not tell Y/N about any of this. If she finds out that the photos were sent to you, God knows what kind of combination of mortified and angry she’ll be, not to mention that she’ll never trust me or even talk to me ever again. And again, I realize how unprofessional all of this is, but I’m begging you...please, please don’t tell her you were sent the photos.”

Pausing, her heart racing, Hannah took a shaky inhale as she braced herself for Cillian’s response, but she was immediately feeling relieved as she heard his reply.

“Hannah, relax,” he said. “I’m not going to tell her.”

“You’re not?” she asked.

“I figured straight away that it was a mistake Nate sent them to me, but I didn’t correct him because I didn’t want to make an unnecessary thing out of it,” explained Cillian. “I didn’t want anyone panicking about it like you are now, or him reaching out to Y/N to apologize and revealing to her what happened. I understood that the photos were meant for your portfolio, and so I just left it at that and didn’t say anything.”

“So, you’re not going to tell her, then?” Hannah asked, still wanting absolute confirmation.

“No,” Cillian confirmed. “Look, the last thing I’d ever want is for Y/N to feel embarrassed or uncomfortable in any way, or for her to come to the conclusion that this was somehow her fault. You don’t have to worry; I’m not going to tell her.”

Cillian could hear through the phone the relieved breath Hannah exhaled, and then she was apologizing again.

“Ok, thank you so much, and, again, I’m very sorry.”

In the back of her mind, Hannah realized it was probably silly that she was apologizing, seeing as she guessed Cillian actually probably very much enjoyed seeing the photos. What man wouldn’t? And especially since it was clear he and Y/N liked each other, she knew he likely was anything but mad about getting them. But still, the fact that it never should have happened and gave a very unprofessional impression was something she had to apologize for. And especially since she obviously couldn’t apologize to Y/N in any way, she felt the need to express her remorse to someone.

Of course, she also wanted to know what Cillian had done with Y/N’s photos. Had he kept them or deleted them? But she knew what the obvious likely answer would be, and she also didn’t want to make things even more awkward by asking him. Besides, even if he had admitted that he’d kept them and she then asked him to delete them, she knew there was a high chance that he’d say he would, but not actually do it. What man would voluntarily get rid of photos like that of a woman he was obviously in to?

“It’s fine,” Cillian replied to Hannah then. “I just don’t want Y/N to be embarrassed in any way, so let’s all just agree we don’t tell her, and we’ll pretend it never happened.”

“Sounds good to me,” Hannah answered.

After they’d hung up, Cillian set his phone down and stared at it for a moment.

It was absolutely one hundred percent true that the last thing he’d ever want was for Y/N to feel embarrassed or uncomfortable. Additionally, knowing her, Cillian figured that if she found out he’d received the photos, she’d find a way to somehow convince herself that she should feel ashamed for doing the shoot and that she was somehow in the wrong for this happening. He’d never want her to think any of those things, and so, of course, he wouldn’t tell her. Cillian was also fairly certain that if she found out he’d seen the photos, she’d immediately quit working for him. Not because she would think anything bad about him for receiving them, but because she’d be so embarrassed.

In short, Y/N knowing wouldn’t do any good.

Of course, that didn’t mean Cillian wasn’t going to keep the photos (although that likely wasn't even necessary, considering every single one of those gorgeous images of Y/N was already burned into his brain). It was in no way due to a desire to be disrespectful to Y/N in any way, but he was a man, after all. And when a man receives those kinds of photos, especially when they’re of the woman he’s becoming crazier about each day, then, well...

He’s gonna do what a man would do. Anyone trying to convince themselves that any man would do otherwise was in extreme denial.

•.•.•.•.•

“Hi, baby! I missed you so much! Ooo, yes! Hold on, let me put this stuff down.” 

Letting herself into Cillian’s house through the back door as usual, Y/N was met with a very excited Scout as she entered the kitchen and then closed the door behind her. She was balancing a tray of takeout drink cups in one hand and had her keys and phone in the other, along with her bag slung over her shoulder. Scout trotted around happily at her feet as she moved towards the island, his tail wagging like crazy and him barely able to stop himself from jumping up on her, which he’d been trained not to do to any houseguests. As Y/N saw him nearly jump up several times, his front paws slightly lifting off the floor before he remembered how he’d been trained, she was smiling with so much affection.

As soon as she’d set her things on the island, she bent down enough to catch Scout’s front legs as he nearly jumped again, gently grasping his paws and holding him up to her level as he stood on his hind legs. Immediately, she was showering him with nuzzles and kisses to his head, and the wildly fast, happy wag of his tail was causing enough of a breeze to set a small sailboat in motion.

“Hi, baby! Oooo, I missed you!” Y/N said again as she had her cheek pressed to Scout’s buttery soft ear. “How’s my stinker? Were you a good boy while we were gone? I bet you were. Mmmmwah!” 

Pressing another kiss to Scout’s head, Y/N then looked up as she continued to pet the dog and noticed that Cillian was nowhere to be seen, although she knew he was in the house somewhere. She looked back down. 

“Where’s Daddy, hm? Did you send him packing?” she said jokingly to Scout as he rumbled with his head against her belly, and when he then gave a cuddly groan, Y/N was chuckling. 

“You have to at least pretend you still love him, you know?” she finished as she reached one hand down and patted him just above his tail, which was still wagging nonstop. “We don’t want to hurt his feelings.” 

“Too late,” came Cillian’s voice then, and when Y/N lifted her head again, she was met with the sight of him standing in the doorway and watching her with the dog amusedly, his arms crossed and a smile on his face which he clearly was trying to mask with pretend disapproval. 

“He promised me last night that he’d try to be more sensitive, but this outright show of favoritism is just hurtful,” Cillian continued. 

A huge grin spreading across her face, Y/N then looked back down at Scout briefly before she pulled him even closer and pressed her cheek to his head again, looking at Cillian as she did and using a deeper voice to pretend Scout was the one talking. 

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” she said, scrunching her brow and pouting her lips in feigned remorse, and at that, Cillian was both laughing at Y/N’s silliness and also thinking how fucking adorable she was. 

“Save it,” Cillian replied with fake sternness as he quickly looked at Scout, then smiling as he met Y/N’s eyes once more. 

“He’s not buyin’ it,” Y/N then loudly whispered to Scout as she gave him one last squeeze, and Cillian was laughing again before Y/N finally released the dog and stood up straight. She then stepped to the island as she looked at Cillian again.

“Hi,” she said, a small blush on her face and her smile slightly shy now that she didn’t have the buffer of the dog between them. But despite that, she held Cillian’s eyes as he greeted her back. 

“Hi,” he said, his smile still wide. He stepped to the island, too, as he continued. “How was your day yesterday?” 

“I’m not sure,” Y/N replied with humor in her eyes. “I slept for most of it, so...”

“Sounds like the perfect day to me,” he replied, and Y/N laughed. 

“Of course it does,” she replied, and Cillian laughed again. “I’m surprised you’re even awake now and not still sleeping.” 

“Hey, I’m a supermodel now, remember? I need my beauty sleep.” 

“Of course,” Y/N replied with another smile, her cheeks flushed again. “How could I forget?”

Y/N could feel the heat that was present in her cheeks as she looked at Cillian. On their flight home from New York, she’d been so preoccupied with calls and emails that she hadn’t had time to think about all that had transpired between the two of them during the trip. But now, being back in front of him once more, thoughts of all their moments together in New York were vividly refreshing in her mind, and, just as she’d predicted, her added secret of her photoshoot with Hannah had her struggling to look Cillian in the eyes for too long before needing to be distracted by something else. If he only knew not only that she’d done the shoot and the content of it, but that he’d been on her mind the entire time, thoughts of him serving as her “inspiration.” She blushed again, remembering how sexy she’d felt as she’d posed with Cillian in mind, the thoughts of him, and also the two of them together, now once again replaying in her head.

But, of course, unbeknownst to Y/N, Cillian did know about her photoshoot. And as he looked at her and saw her cheeks flush and her shy yet inviting smile as she met his eyes, all Cillian could think about was every single ungodly sexy image of her that he had laid eyes on (and were still saved in a hidden folder in his phone) and the way her timidness now was such a contrast to the sexy confidence she displayed in front of the camera. Of course, she was always sexy, but it was clear there was a shift in her mentality about herself that took place when she was in front of a lens.

What Cillian didn’t know was that it was the thought of him, and herself with him, that had brought out Y/N’s more intentional sexual confidence. 

Seeing Y/N now also brought back fresh every moment between them during the trip. Their closeness, their fun and natural draw to each other, the unspoken intimacy and connection. It was like there was every component of a relationship present except for them to actually cross that line.

“So, who am I today?” Cillian spoke again as he nodded his head towards the takeout cups of coffee still sitting in the tray on the island top. Smiling, Y/N reached out and lifted one of the cups out of the tray and then handed it to him.

“Sorry, but with your order of tea, I couldn’t think of anything more suitable than to go with ‘Gene’ again.”

Laughing, Cillian took the cup from her.

“A repeat?” he said with pretend disapproval. “I’m disappointed in you.”

“Look, I’m still a little tired, ok?” she replied with a joking smile of her own. “From now own, ‘Gene’ is our default name.”

Chuckling again, Cillian then nodded to the tray once more.

“Who’s that for?” he asked as he noticed the third cup.

“Someone more important than you,” Y/N answered with a smile, then she retrieved the cup and opened the lid, beckoning Scout back to her as she leaned down and offered him the cup full of whipped cream.

“Unbelievable,” Cillian said with an amused shake of his head as he watched Scout devour the cream, his snout buried inside the cup. “I’m ready to disown both of you.”

Laughing, Y/N left Scout to nose the cup around the room with his snout as he continued to get at the last of the whipped cream. Standing up, she stepped to the island again and pulled her laptop from her bag and opened it, then looked at Cillian.

“Ok,” she said, “do you want the good news or the bad news first?”

Leaning against the island as well, Cillian took a drink from his cup before setting it down and answering her.

“Bad news,” he said.

“Ok, well, unfortunately, due to the added amount of which you’ve impressed people even more with your recent interviews, the Versace campaign, and also the news of the Peaky movie finally being confirmed, you’ve been honored with another award that needs claiming.” Y/N was smiling to herself as she spoke, entertained by the irony that anyone else but Cillian wouldn’t see this as “unfortunate.” Her smile only widened when she heard Cillian release a groan of reluctance.

“They want to give you a career achievement award at the upcoming ‘Actors Camaraderie’ event,” Y/N continued. “It’s a nomination awards ceremony for everyone else involved, but you’re the one person who’s the pre-determined winner due to, well… everything you’ve done.”

“Everything I’ve done?” Cillian repeated with a raise of his eyebrow, at which Y/N rolled her eyes.

“Don’t even,” she said, brushing off Cillian’s attempt to question his accomplishments. “You’re going,” she then finished with adorably bossy finality.

“I am?” Cillian said then, but he knew this was something he had to do. Of course, truthfully, he was flattered and honored, but also felt it was unnecessary and didn’t want the attention. As usual, he wished he could avoid the whole celebrity aspect of his career.

When Y/N rolled her eyes again and smiled at his reply, Cillian spoke again.

“What’s the good news?” he asked.

“The good news is that it’s a smaller event and it’s not going to be televised live,” Y/N said. “They’re allowing only a handful of photographers and interviewers at the venue, and it’s going to have portions that’ll be taped to share later on on shows like Access Hollywood or whatever, but it’s being run with the intention for it to be an ‘actors recognizing actors’ type of thing.” 

“Sounds bearable, I guess,” Cillian said as he nodded, and Y/N was smiling again.

“You’ll survive,” she said teasingly. “And it’s not until the 28th, so you’ve got two weeks to mentally prepare yourself.”

As Cillian smiled, Y/N then continued, tapping on the trackpad of her laptop and glancing at the screen as she spoke again.

“And, speaking of timing, they finally confirmed the exact dates for the Peaky movie shoot; Steven’s assistant sent them to me this morning.”

The Peaky Blinders movie — it was the next big thing on Cillian’s agenda.

While the film itself and a very general timeline for it had been sorted out months ago, they’d been waiting to hear from the production team about exactly when Cillian would be needed for shooting. He’d been preparing for the last two months, reviewing the script and attending nearly daily sessions at the gym with a trainer as his schedule allowed, but until now, they still didn’t know when exactly they’d need to be in Liverpool. Y/N had been trying to get them to nail down dates so that she could help Cillian prep as far as booking flights and arranging other commitments around the shooting schedule, and now, she had apparently finally been able to get an answer out of them.

“Great, what are we looking at?” Cillian asked in reference to dates.

Looking up from her laptop, Y/N met Cillian’s eyes and winced slightly, giving him an apologetic look as she answered him.

“They want you in Liverpool starting on the 3rd.”

Cillian frowned.

“The 3rd?” he asked in slight disbelief. “As in, the 3rd of September? As in three weeks from now?”

Silently, Y/N nodded, still looking apologetic.

“Fuck, talk about waiting until the last minute,” Cillian said then.

 “I know; I’m sorry,” Y/N replied, and she was shaking her head, too. “I was thinking that when they finally gave me an answer, it’d be for late September, but they want you there on the 3rd, and shooting’s supposed to begin on the 5th.”

When Cillian shook his head again, Y/N was apologizing once more.

“Don’t apologize,” Cillian replied to her. “It’s not your fault. It’s just sooner than I expected.”

“I know; me too,” Y/N said then. “But the good news is that they anticipate they’ll only need you for a month and a half, maybe even a little less than that. They plan to shoot all scenes involving you first, and then they’ll shoot the rest after that.”

Nodding, Cillian answered her.

“At least we finally have an answer,” he said.

“Yeah,” Y/N nodded back. “I’ll get the flights arranged this afternoon. But obviously, I’ve never been there before, so I don’t even know what hotels are nearby or whatever.” She quickly glanced at her laptop again and her hands were poised to begin typing. “Where did you stay whenever you were there in the past?”

“I didn’t stay at a hotel,” Cillian replied, and his answer had Y/N looking up at him.

“What? What do you mean?”

“I didn’t stay at a hotel,” Cillian repeated himself as he looked at her. “I have a small house in Liverpool.”

At that, Y/N’s brows raised in unknowing surprise.

“You do?” she asked.

“Yeah,” Cillian nodded, and then he continued. “When the show first started, I got sick of living out of a hotel real fast, not to mention it was shit as far as Scout was concerned.” He paused then and looked at the dog, and at the mention of his name and also the look from Cillian, Scout was lazily yet loyally meandering his way over to him, then stopping in front of him and affectionately snuffling into his hands in search of a head scratch.

“I was going back and forth so much, and with the dog and everything, I decided to buy a place to make everything easier,” Cillian continued to explain as he gave Scout the attention he was seeking. Y/N smiled as she saw Scout’s tail begin to wag again, the now-empty whipped cream cup all but forgotten somewhere on the floor as he soaked up Cillian’s attention with a contented rumble. As she continued to watch them with a smile, Y/N thought to herself that Cillian could argue it all he wanted, but he still very much had that dog’s love and adoration.

“I’ve kept it because I’ve used it for brief stays in Liverpool when I’ve wanted to get away from here for a short stretch,” Cillian finished as he pet the dog. “A while back, I considered selling it, but then as soon as talks of the movie started, I decided to hold onto it.”

“I had no idea,” Y/N replied, shaking her head. “You’ve never mentioned it before.”

Cillian shrugged.

“It’s not much,” he said. “But it’s got a small yard and offers some privacy, and it beats living out of a hotel. Not to mention that I’ve got the kitchen for cooking, plus I can just leave shit there and know I’ve got what I need as opposed to constantly packing and unpacking.”

“That’s definitely a plus, especially with that one,” Y/N said, nodding towards Scout with another smile. “Ok, so no hotel for you, then. Any recommendations for where I should stay when I come and go?”

The plan for during the Peaky shoot was that Y/N would be present for a few of the weeks during filming, as she’d tentatively arranged a few other commitments for Cillian in Liverpool and London while he’d be there. Cillian had insisted that she didn’t have to be there the entirety of however long they’d end up needing him for the movie, seeing as she’d undoubtedly get bored, but they’d agreed that she’d fly over for a few weeks while she managed the other commitments she was arranging for him. Now that they had exact dates, she could firm up the commitments and get herself a reservation somewhere.

“Is there any place somewhat close to your house that you can think of?” she finished, then looked back to the laptop and was poised to type once more. 

“A couple,” Cillian nodded in confirmation. “But there’s no need for you to stay at a hotel. I mean, I know I said the house is small, but it’s not that small.”

Looking back up at him from her laptop then, Y/N’s brows furrowed in confusion, not fully understanding what Cillian was getting at.

“What do you mean?” she said.

“You don’t need to stay at a hotel,” Cillian clarified then. “I mean, you can definitely book a hotel if you’d prefer, but you’re welcome to stay at the house, too. There’s enough room; you’d have your own bedroom and bathroom, and like I said, obviously, there’s a kitchen.”

“Oh,” Y/N replied as she fully processed what Cillian was proposing, and her heart was suddenly beating faster.

Stay with him at his house while there? The idea was simultaneously nerve-wracking and incredibly thrilling, and her mind was racing with all sorts of thoughts. Despite constantly being in this house on any given day, it would be different in an unfamiliar house and sleeping under the same roof as him, let alone possibly spending bits of downtime together. It would definitely be much...cozier, that was for sure.

“I just figure that since you’ll be there for more than a few days, you might prefer staying at the house,” Cillian finished then. “I personally hate the feeling of living out of a suitcase, and there’s enough room at the house, so just know that the offer���s there, but you can do whatever you want.”

Of course, Cillian was hoping she’d agree to stay at the house, but he wasn’t going to say anything beyond what he already had. If Y/N stayed with him, he wanted it to be because she wanted to, not because he pressured her to.

As Cillian was speaking, Y/N’s heart was still thumping at the idea, that sense of nervous thrill still there. But the more she thought about it, the more she wanted to say yes, and she found herself agreeing to his offer after he’d finished speaking.

“Actually, that sounds really great,” she said as she held his eyes. “Are you sure you wouldn’t mind?”

She was surprised with herself at how easily she’d allowed herself to agree. Y/N was fairly certain that if Cillian had made this same offer a few months prior, she would have been bashfully and awkwardly declining, even though she’d have wanted to take him up on it. But now, something had shifted, and she was very pleased to accept the offer.

At her question, Cillian gave her a look.

“I wouldn’t be offering if I minded,” he said, “so don’t start with all that.”

At that, Y/N did blush, Cillian’s sexy look of teasing sternness making her smile.

“Alright, well then I’ll take you up on the offer,” she replied. “As your guest, will you be shining my shoes every morning?”

“Sorry,” Cillian smiled, “I’m afraid all we have to offer is an intrusive black lab who’ll make himself comfortable at the foot of your bed every night whether you want him there or not.” 

With a grin, Y/N giggled.

“Even better,” she said.

•.•.•.•.•

The following week, the driver was pulling up to the back entrance of the gym where Cillian was set to exit any minute as Y/N waited for him in the car.

She’d left him with his trainer while she’d gone to a meeting with some of the U.S.-based team for the Peaky movie to discuss some upcoming details. Now that the dates Cillian would be needed in Liverpool were confirmed, his sessions at the gym had been ramped up to get him “Tommy ready” as soon as possible.

As Y/N waited in the car, she was scrolling through emails on her phone, and when the door opened and Cillian got in, she looked up at him and smiled as she heard him exhale in exhaustion and rest back against the seat, his hair beneath his hoodie still damp from the shower he’d just taken.

“You ok there, Tommy?” she teased him.

Lifting his head and pulling the hood down, Cillian gave her a jokingly threatening glare, and Y/N was giggling as she met his eyes.

“You tease me one more time, and I’m making you come to the next session,” Cillian threatened Y/N as he looked at her. “I don’t think you’ll be nearly as amused when I make you take my place.”

Y/N giggled again, shaking her head.

“I can guarantee you that that’d be a huge waste of time, considering I have no upper body strength whatsoever,” she replied. “I wouldn’t be able to lift a bar even before you put any weights on it.”

“Those things only weigh, like, 30 pounds on their own,” Cillian said then.

“What’s your point?” Y/N responded, and Cillian was laughing.

“Ok, that confirms it; you’re coming with me next time.”

“Sure,” Y/N nodded, looking back down at her phone. “I’ll hold your water bottle for you while you workout.”

Laughing again, Cillian then continued to smile as he watched her from his seat, but Y/N was soon shifting again as she turned over her shoulder to remind their driver that they were going to be dropping her back off at Cillian’s house first, and then he’d be taking Cillian to a meeting he had downtown with his agent. After speaking with the driver, Y/N was then bringing up the Actors Camaraderie awards ceremony that she’d originally informed Cillian of the previous week and that was occurring this weekend.

“I’ve got everything arranged for Sunday, and I left an itinerary for you at home,” Y/N said as she shifted in her seat in the car and looked through the calendar on her phone. “I also gave one to everyone else who’ll be helping that day, so there shouldn’t be any confusion or delays on where you’re supposed to be and when.”

Inwardly, Cillian smiled to himself as he heard Y/N say “at home”. Of course, he knew she didn’t mean it quite like that, but at the same time, it still conveyed the closeness that had grown between them.

“Of course, if anything comes up or there are any problems, I’ll be around while you’re getting ready,” she continued. “But I’ll make sure to run through everything with everyone at least once more before Sunday, and then again that morning, just so that it’s as seamless as possible.”

She looked up then and Cillian gave her a relaxed smile as their eyes met.

“Just make sure you don’t sleep in too late that morning,” she said to him with a little smile of her own.

“That’s why I have you, right?” Cillian replied then, still smiling. “My personal alarm clock.”

Y/N grinned.

“Even I won’t be able to drag you out of bed that morning, seeing as it’s the first chance you’ll have had to sleep in in two weeks. I could enter that bedroom with an air horn and I’m fairly certain you’d still be out cold.”

Cillian smiled again.

“Guess you’ll need to think of a more creative way to wake me up, then,” he replied as he smiled.

Inwardly, Y/N felt her skin heat and her heart pound with the images that ran through her mind at his harmless statement. Little did she know, he was having the exact same thoughts.

“I’ll be busy making sure everyone else is accounted for, so maybe we should make a pit stop somewhere for a couple of extra alarm clocks.”

They were smiling at each other, but just then, Y/N’s phone rang, and after a brief conversation, she ended the call and then grabbed a pen out of her bag and wrote something down on her notepad.

“Your room at the hotel on Sunday just got changed,” she said to him.

“Why?” Cillian asked, watching her finish writing.

“Some issue with the door locks and the Wi-Fi connection in the room they were going to give you. They don’t know how soon it’ll get fixed, so they’re just giving you a new room. I just hope none of that is an omen of other problems to come.”

Cillian shook his head.

“I’m sure it’ll be fine,” he said.

“Still, I’ll plan to arrive at the hotel about a half an hour before you so that I can check you in and make sure the room’s all good.”

“You don’t have to do that,” Cillian said then. “We can just check me in when we get there. I’m sure it’ll be just fine.”

“I’d hate for us to get there and then it turns out there’s some other issue, and then we’re delayed and your whole schedule for the evening is thrown off.”

Cillian smiled once more.

“You worry too much,” he said to her.

Y/N looked at him then, a smile of her own tugging the corner of her mouth.

“I like to think of it more like crisis aversion.”

Grinning, Cillian replied, taking the opportunity for what he said next.

“Well, if having you around means a guarantee of no crises, then maybe you should just be at the ceremony, too.”

Upon hearing his words, Y/N slowly looked up from her notepad and met his eyes once more, a slight look of surprise on her face.

“What?” she said. “What do you mean?”

Cillian held her gaze.

“I mean, you should come to the ceremony,” he replied, his voice still casual, but serious. “Rather than only being at the hotel beforehand, you should come with me to the ceremony. I don’t think much will be able to go wrong if you’re with me all night.”

As she processed his words, Y/N’s heart was pounding and her mind was trying to comprehend what Cillian was suggesting.

“You…you mean you want me to attend the event with you?” she asked quietly, certain that that couldn’t be what he was implying. Could it?

Looking back at her, Cillian’s expression was serious as he held her eyes.

“Yes,” he replied, “if you’re willing to. After all, I’m fairly certain I wouldn’t even be functioning right now if it weren’t for you, so if I’m receiving an award for ‘career achievement’, you should be there, too.”

A hint of a smile was making its way through the look of shock that was still on Y/N’s face as she replied.

“I’m pretty sure that ninety-nine percent of what they’re honoring you for, you accomplished before I ever started working for you,” she said.

Cillian shrugged.

“Ok, so then come with me so that I can talk to you and actually enjoy myself rather than being stuck talking to whoever it is they’d stick me next to at the table,” he said with a smile.

Y/N’s own smile slightly growing, she couldn’t think about anything else other than the fact that she badly wanted to agree to go with Cillian and how enjoyable it could be to be with him. Besides, at events like these, plenty of celebrities brought their assistants or other team members to join them, wanting their staff to enjoy the celebratory aspect of it, like a “it's a team effort” type of thing. It wasn’t really out of the ordinary, but it was something Y/N had never done before, as Krista had never wanted Y/N to join her in that way at any fancier event like that. Help her get ready and be at her beck and call before and after the event? Yes. But attend it and have a good time with her? No, definitely not.

“Really? But, I mean...” Y/N shook her head, but was still smiling slightly. “How am I even supposed to act at an event like that? I’m not a celebrity.”

“You don’t have to ‘act’ in any way,” Cillian replied with a smile. “You’ll just be yourself.”

Y/N’s smile still slightly hesitant, but not displeased, Cillian spoke again.

“I just thought we might have a good time,” he said as he looked at her. “You don’t have to come if you don’t want to.”

At that, Y/N was immediately responding, not wanting Cillian to feel that she wasn’t interested in going, and definitely not wanting him to think that it was because she didn’t want to go with him. 

“No, no!” she said quickly. “That’s not the case at all!” She paused for just a second and then finished, smiling once more. “I’d love to go.”

Grinning back at her, Cillian was incredibly pleased.

As they pulled up to the house, Y/N’s thoughts were excitedly all over the place, but she couldn’t stop smiling to herself as she stuffed her things back in her bag and prepared to exit the car. After saying their goodbyes and closing the car door, Y/N groaned to herself as she got behind the wheel of her own car and came to a realization: Gareth and Kat were never going to let her hear the end of this.

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Last Photo/Song

NO CHEATING: You’re starring in a movie with the last person saved in your camera roll and the last song you listened to is the title. Who/ What is it???

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It’s the hip thrust for me

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Thomas Shelby - Peaky Blinders - S2E6

[breakthestereo]

Oh Emmett.. you poor thing

Did Emmett handle that right ?

Read to find out?

A little drabble for Won’t You Be My Neighbor?

What happens when the boys overhear Emmett and Y/N having sex one night?

• • • • • • • • • • • • • • •

*Henry and Max are hanging out in the garage with Emmett on a Saturday as he works on his car.*

Henry: “Dad, what was wrong with Mom last night, and what was she asking you for after we went to bed?”

Emmett: “What do you mean? She didn’t ask me for anything.”

Max: “Yeah she did; we could hear her in your room. Henry got up to go to the bathroom, and when he opened our door, we could hear her asking you for something, and she sounded like she was gonna cry.”

*Max looks to Henry, who nods his head, then both boys turn to Emmett once more.*

Henry: “Yeah, she kept saying ‘Please, Em’, ‘Please, Em’, ‘Please, Em’, and she sounded really upset, or like she needed something real bad. What was wrong with her?”

*Emmett momentarily freezes, then slowly stands up from under the hood of the car as he realizes what the boys overheard.*

Emmett: “Oh…yeah…that.”

*Quickly tries to come up with a lie.*

“She, uh, she didn’t feel very good last night after we went to bed, so she was asking me to get her some medicine.”

Max: “Oh. But she wasn’t sick at dinner time.”

Emmett: “Yeah, it, uh…it didn’t start until after dinner. I think dinner made her sick.”

Henry: “So, she had a stomachache?”

Emmett: “Uhhh…yeah, a stomachache. And it was really bad, so she was asking me to get her some medicine.”

Max: “But we all ate the same thing last night. How come we didn’t get sick?”

Henry: “Yeah?”

*Emmett tries to think of another fib*

Emmett: “I think she was allergic to the lasagna.”

Henry: “But she’s eaten lasagna before and didn’t get sick any of those times.”

Max: “Yeah.”

*Emmett looks down and wipes his hands on a rag to avoid looking at the boys as he replies.*

Emmett: “I know, but sometimes people can become allergic to things all of a sudden.”

Max: “So, does that mean she can’t have spaghetti anymore, either?”

Emmett: “No, I think she can still have spaghetti.”

Max: “But that’s pretty much the same thing as lasagna.”

Emmett: “I know, but—”

*Henry cuts him off.*

Henry: “Why did you take so long to get her the medicine? She said ‘please’, like, a hundred times.”

Max: “Yeah, and then she said a whole bunch of swear words.”

*Emmett hesitates for a moment as he thinks of another fib.*

Emmett: “I couldn’t find the medicine right away.”

Henry: “Wasn’t it where we always keep it?”

*Emmett doesn’t know how to answer anymore questions without things getting way too awkward or making up more lies.*

Emmett: “I think you guys should go ride your bikes for a while.”

Max: “But what about Mom? Is she never gonna be able to eat lasagna again?”

Emmett: “I’m sure she’ll be able to eat it again someday.”

Henry: “But if she’s allergic, she can’t have—”

Emmett: “Go ride your bikes.”

*Emmett proceeds to point to the boys’ bikes and sends them off. Then he heads inside the house and finds Y/N as she’s exiting Sadie’s room after laying her down for a nap. His expression is dead serious as he speaks.*

Emmett: “If the boys ask, you had a stomachache last night.”

*Y/N frowns in confusion.*

Y/N: “Huh?”

Emmett: “And for the foreseeable future, you’re allergic to lasagna.”

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Next chapter like….

Abandoned Memories

Pairing - Modern Thomas Shelby and Reader

Part 3- More Here

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Trigger Warning- 18 *, violence, assault, non-consent.

You had no idea, how long you had been sitting in the chair. Staring at the floor, the white tiles now swimming in your vision. It struck you that you hadn’t even blinked in what felt like hours. Clad in a thin hospital gown that rustled with every slight movement, you couldn’t help but shiver. Over your shoulders, hung the plush hotel robe.

You were trembling, a never ending shake running through your limbs. Was it from the cold or from the trauma? You had been probed and prodded for the past hour. You just let them do what they needed to, you didn't care. All you wanted was to go home. But you couldn't do that either. With no option, you had to make a call for help.

Luckily, someone had brought your bag to the hospital. That was one plus...

When you had checked your phone, there had been over 50 missed calls from Tommy, hundreds of messages. All asking where you were, from last night. Asking if you were ok, pleading with you to call him. There was nothing after this morning, he had probably deleted your number. Deleted you from his life.

Should you call him? You doubted that he would answer, if he hadn't blocked you.

Tommy was the type of man, who cut people from his life. You crossed him once, that was it. The trust was gone, loyalty was a big thing to Tommy. How could he just cut you off so easily? Didn't he know you? Know how much you loved him, and would never betray him.

Was this the end?

Still staring at the floor, unmoving, you felt a pair of arm's crush you.

“Oh my god, Y/n what's happened?" Ada shrieked, holding you at arms length, awaiting an answer. You hoped she would listen to your side of the story, and not judge. Tommy was her brother, her family. Not yours. Her loyalty was to him.

"I don't know," you answered, with a resigned sigh.

Letting your eyes finally drift up to look at her. "Can I stay with you, Ada?" You asked gently, "Just for tonight, I won't be in your way, I just... I don't know where to go... I ... I,"

The anxiety was building inside of you again. Tears rolling along your cheeks.

"Of course you can!" she gasped, throwing her arms around you again. “Whatever has happened, I am here for you. I love you like a sister, Y/n,”

Ada had brought you some leggings, hoodie and a pair of trainers. You didn't have any shoes with you, not even the dress you wore last night. You assumed it was still in the hotel room, you didn't want it back now. You wanted to burn it. Easing up from the chair, you flinched at the ache between your thighs.

"I don't even have underwear," you choked out through a sob. "I have nothing Ada, I have nothing,"

Holding you again, Ada felt tears running along her face. "It's ok, I am here for you. Let's get you home,"

Tommy had told her you had cheated on him, he had found you in a hotel room. He had a video on his phone, the conversation had been brief as Tommy wasted and slurring. She didn't understand how that had happened.

You had left her birthday party alone, hugged her goodbye saying you were going to wait for Tommy at home. You hadn't left his side before that, his arm always around you, or holding hands. Whispering sweet nothings to each other, or kissing.

You never so much as looked at another man. Why would you go to meet another man? And one of Tommy's sworn enemies? It just would never happen. Not in a million years...

"Mrs Shelby?" a voice called out to you, as you made your way along the corridor with Ada. You hadnt even bothered to discharge yourself, just wanting to leave.

“Mrs Shelby, wait please!"

Slowly turning, you leant against the wall for support. You had no energy, your head was still spinning. You hadn't ate, or slept since you got here. Meeting the eyes of the nurse who had offered you the water, you waited for her to speak. Her gaze flicking over to Ada.

"Mrs Shelby... the police want to speak to you," she admitted, lowering her voice.

Even the words Mrs Shelby sounded strange, where you still Mrs Shelby?

"The police?" Ada gasped, resting her hands on her petite waist.

"No police," you spoke in a monotone voice, turning again to leave. Praying she would take the hint and piss off.

"Mrs Shelby, please... wait... GHB was found in your system. It's protocol to report it to the police," she informed you, with a look of sympathy. GHB? You had been drugged? Drugged!!! What the hell!

You heard Ada let out another gasp beside you, before grabbing your arm to steady herself.

But yet you felt nothing... you had known something wasn't right. Closing your eyes, you slowly gathered yourself, before looking directly back to the nurse. "No police,"

Refusing to discuss it further, you left the hospital. Remaining silent on the way to Ada's house, staring out of the window. Avoiding her questions. How had you been drugged? Tommy had bought your drinks, you only had three. And would never accept a drink from a stranger.

The thought of what they might have done to your body, made you feel sick. No, you couldn't let your mind go there. No...And the video?! Who else had the video? What if it was online? Everyone you knew would see it, your family, friends, colleagues.

And they would all think you were a whore. Just like Tommy does.

It was dark, when you pulled up outside of Ada's lavish home. Sitting only four streets away from your own home, both very similar houses. You had purchased the new builds at the same time, and you moved in just before you got married. That was two years ago now.

Unmoving, you stared at the building, as Ada opened your door. Taking your hand, she walked you into her home. "Aunty Y/n!" her little boy, Karl screamed, running towards you. Throwing his arm around your legs.

Her husband Ben hovered in the kitchen doorway, his face full of suspicion. Great, he clearly didn't want you here. Bending down to hug Karl, you bit your lip to stop the tears coming. Ada noticed you wincing as you bent, instantly shooing Karl away as she led you upstairs.

Tommy couldn't stop himself watching the video, he didn't want to watch it. But for some reason, he couldn't drag his eyes away. "She's fucking loving it, Tommy boy," Alfie taunted at the camera. Landing a harsh slap against your ass.

"This is what happens when you fuck with me. I fuck your plaything,"

Flipping you over, your hair covered your face, head lolling to the side. Before the video was cut off. You weren't responding to Alfie, weren't enjoying it. Was that meant to make him feel better? If he hadn't gone to attend the fire at the docks, would this have happened?

Alfie hadnt been at the party, so where had he come from? He didn't even live in Birmingham.

"Fuck!" he roared, slamming his phone onto his desk.

He wanted answers... but it wouldn't change the fact you had fucked another man. No ... fuck... he could never take you back. Never have you in his bed again, didn't even want to look at you. All he had to do was stop thinking about you, block you out of his head.

Easy... wasn't it?

A bang at the door, had him running his hand along his face. What now? Had he not endured enough for one fucking day? Trying to sober up, he strolled to the front door. No one ever turned up un announced. And the house was too secluded, for anyone trying to sell something.

"What?!" he barked, when he opened the heavy oak door.

Two policemen stood before Tommy, peering behind him as they tried to look inside. "Can we speak with Mrs Y/n Shelby?" the older officer asked, proceeding to push his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

"She's not here," Tommy snapped, before trying to shut the door. But, the officer swiftly inserted his foot inside.

“If you wanna keep your foot, I suggest you move it, yeah," he warned, feeling his temper grow. He had to take his anger out on someone.

"We need to speak to Mrs Shelby about a sexual assault, that took place last night at The Midland Hotel," the officer continued, not giving Tommy time to process what he was saying.

"Mrs Shelby was taken to hospital this morning. But discharged herself, now do you know where she is?"

Tommy felt his hand slip from the door, as he leant against it. Sexual assault? What the fuck? Taken to hospital? No that couldn't be true... he had the evidence on his phone.....

They must be lying....

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Aww thank you for the cheese tag @bloodandglitter207

Last Song: Raise Up” Peter Pablo

Last Book: Whispered Kisses” Janelle Taylor

Last Movie: The Party” starring Cillian Murphy 🦄

Last Tv Show: Bridgerton

Last Thing I Googled: What happened to Wendy Williams?

Favorite Color: Yellow and 🦄

Sweet/Savory/Spicy: Savory🖤

Relationship Status: No longer a book on his dusty shelf

Looking Forward to: Being my best self and reading more stories on here ❤️

Current Obsession: Got damn Cillian Murphy, Unicorns, Purses, Skirts and reading for sinful pleasure 🖤🦄

Will you accept the 🧀

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10 People I'd Like To Know Better

Last song: chemtrails over the country club - lana del rey

Last book: normal people - sally rooney

Last movie: 1917

Last TV show: landman

Last thing I googled: that shark quote from the sopranos that’s going viral on tiktok

Favourite colour: black, white, olive green

Sweet/Savoury/Spicy: savoury

Relationship status: single

Looking forward to: i’m heading into the office tomorrow in the city and there’s a place down the street from my job that has the most delicious poke bowls and i’m gonna get one for lunch because no one makes good ones where i live in the next state over lol

Current obsessions: Cillian Murphy, henry cavill, chris evans, poke bowls (lol), animal crossing, Wolf Hotel book series 🥵, spencer pratt’s tiktoks/reels

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You head to the hotel room with him and he sits down and pats his thigh….

Then what?

Find out what’s in store🖤

~The Queen strikes again🖤

After the Oscars (One Shot)

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

This is just a quick smutty one shot dedicated to this picture, noting that I have two more coming, which are also dedicated to this picture!!!!

Accompanying your much older famous boyfriend to the Oscars was one of those things that made you both nervous and excited.  Excited because, well, it was the fucking Oscars. Nervous because you were only in your twenties and he was almost fifty, and you were still trying to figure out how the hell you'd ended up on his arm.

But here you were, in a floor-length, black gown that hugged your curves just right, walking out of the large theatre with Cillian Murphy. 

You felt like a princess, except the princess was just as likely to swear and make a crass joke as she was to curtsy. You loved that about him—the way he was so effortlessly himself, even in the most glamorous circumstances.

Like right now, as you walked into the after-party, he leaned in and whispered, "You know what? I think the real winners tonight are the folks who get to see you in this dress."

You rolled your eyes, but a smile tugged at your lips. "Flatterer."

He chuckled, low and deep. "Only speaking the truth."

The room was a whirlwind of champagne, laughter, and famous faces. You navigated it with Cillian, your hand tucked into the crook of his elbow. He introduced you to people—directors, actors, musicians—and it was absolutely overwhelming not only for you, but also for him.

He hated these kinds of events but he was a professional and made sure to show his best face to the world, at least for a little while.

Women always approached him, fawning over his latest movie and making not-so-subtle hints at their availability. He would smile, thank them, and then subtly introduce you into the conversation.

"And this is... my fiancee," he would say, leaving the rest unsaid.

You would smile, shake hands, and then make some witty remark that would make him laugh, his eyes crinkling at the corners and, as the night wore on, the both of you eventually managed to slip away from the crowd and head back to your hotel suite.

"Finally," he sighed, locking the door behind you before slouched down  onto the plush armchair in the center of the room. "I thought we'd never make it out of there alive."

You laughed, kicking off your heels and walking over to the minibar. "You could have said something, and we could have left much earlier than we did," you said as Cillian watched you move, his eyes never leaving yours as you poured two glasses of champagne. 

"We had to stay," he  said, running a hand through his hair. "It's part of the job. But now, we're here."

"And here is much better," you agreed, handing him a glass before taking a sip of your own. The bubbles tickled your nose, and you grinned.

Cillian took a sip, looking you up and down. "You know, you could have just said you wanted to leave. I'd have found a way to make it happen."

You raised an eyebrow. "And have everyone whispering about how I'm the clingy, jealous young girlfriend who couldn't handle the attention her fiance was getting?"

He chuckled. "I could have given them something else to whisper about."

You felt a blush creeping up your cheeks, but you kept your voice steady. "Like what?"

He set his glass down on the side table and patted his lap. "Come here and I'll show you."

You hesitated, but only for a moment. Then, you walked over to him, set your own glass down, and climbed onto his lap, straddling him. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close.

"You're not wearing any underwear," he said, his voice low and husky.

You grinned.

"No , I'm not," you confirmed, feeling a thrill at the way his hands gripped your waist just a little bit tighter.

"Why not?" he asked, his fingers tracing patterns on your skin, sending shivers down your spine.

"I thought it might be... inconvenient," you said, leaning in to nip at his lower lip.

He groaned, low in his throat, and his hands moved to cup your ass, pulling you even closer. You could feel him, hard and ready, through the thin fabric of your dress.

"You know you look so fucking sexy in a suit," you whispered, running your fingers through his hair. 

He chuckled, low and dark, before capturing your mouth in a searing kiss. His hands roamed your body, exploring every curve, every dip, as if remembering what you felt like. You moaned into his mouth, grinding against him, desperate for more friction.

"And I really want you to keep it on while I have a little play with your cock," you  whispered against his lips, pulling back just enough to meet his gaze.

Cillian's breath hitched, and he licked his lips. "Fuck, you are being naughty tonight, aren't you?" he said, his voice thick with desire.

You smirked. "Only for you."

He groaned again, deeper this time, and you could feel the vibrations through your body. You shifted slightly, enough to reach down and unbuckle his belt, then undid his pants, freeing him.

You gasped at the sight of him, hard and ready, and you couldn't help but lick your lips again before you slid down on to the floor in your dress , kneeling between his legs. You loved the way he looked, all rumpled and desperate, his eyes locked onto you.

"You're killing me, you know that?" he growled, his hands fisting in the cushions on either side of him.

You smiled, a slow, wicked curve of your lips. "I do know that," you chuckled as you leaned in, your breath hot on him as you teased the tip of him with your tongue. He twitched under your touch, a soft gasp escaping his lips.

"Fuck, that feels good," he groaned, and you smiled, your eyes never leaving his as you took him into your mouth, inch by inch. He was hot and hard, and you swirled your tongue around him, tasting him, teasing him.

"Christ, you're amazing," he muttered, his hips bucking slightly. You reached up, gripping his thighs to steady yourself, your nails digging into the fabric of his pants.

You sucked him deeper, your head bobbing in rhythm, your tongue working him over. He moaned, his hips moving with you now, meeting your movements.

"That's it, baby," he whispered, his voice rough with need. "Just like that."

You could feel the heat of his gaze on you, the weight of his desire, and it only spurred you on. You hollowed your cheeks, sucking harder, and he let out a low groan that vibrated through him and into you.

"Fuck, you're so good at that," he said, his hands now in your hair, not guiding, just holding on. You loved that he let you take control, that he trusted you with his pleasure.

You pulled back slightly, your lips popping off him with a soft sound.

"You like that, don't you?" You teased, looking up at him from under your lashes.

Cillian's eyes were dark with desire, his breath coming in short gasps. "You know I do," he said, his voice raw.

You smiled and took him back into your mouth, this time sliding him deeper, until he hit the back of your throat. You relaxed, breathing through your nose, and took him even deeper.

"Fuck," he swore, his hips jerking. "You're taking me so fucking deep," he groaned and you hummed in response, the vibration sending shivers through him.

You kept him there, deep in your throat, for a few seconds before pulling back, your lips glistening.

"You taste so good," you murmured, your voice husky with desire.

Cillian's breath hitched, his grip on your hair tightening slightly. "And you look so fucking sexy right now," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "With your lips wrapped around me, your eyes looking up at me..."

You smiled, a slow, wicked curve of your lips, before taking him back into your mouth. This time, you set a slower pace, drawing it out, teasing him.

You wanted to taste every inch of him, to hear every moan, to feel every twitch of his hips. You swirled your tongue around the tip, catching the bead of precum that had formed there, before sliding him back into your mouth.

"Fuck," he groaned, his hips bucking slightly. 

You hummed in agreement, the vibration sending another shiver through him. You could feel the tension building in his body, could hear it in the way his breathing was growing more ragged. You knew he was close.

You pulled back slightly, just the tip of him in your mouth, before taking him deep again.

You repeated the motion, slow and steady, your hand cupping his balls, gently massaging. You could feel him getting closer, could taste the change in his precum.

"Fuck, baby, that's it," he groaned, his hips moving in time with your bobbing head. 

You smiled around him, your eyes watering slightly, but you didn't stop. You wanted to taste him, wanted to feel him come apart in your mouth. You increased your pace, your hand and mouth working in sync, and Cillian's breaths became ragged, his moans louder.

You could feel his body tense, his hips thrusting gently into your mouth.

"Fuck, you're going to make me cum. I am so fucking close," he panted, his voice barely recognizable.

You hummed in response, the vibration sending more shivers through him. You looked up at him, his eyes were closed, his head thrown back against the chair, a picture of pure pleasure.

You took him deeper, your hand tightening around the base of his shaft, your mouth working the rest. You could feel him throbbing, could taste his release was imminent.

You increased your suction, your tongue swirling around the head of his cock, and that was all it took.

Cillian let out a low, guttural moan, his body tensing as he came, his release filling your mouth. You swallowed, your throat working as you took every last drop. You pulled back slowly, your lips popping off him with a soft sound, a string of saliva connecting the two of you until it broke.

Cillian's breaths were ragged, his chest heaving as he looked down at you, his eyes filled with a mixture of lust and awe.

"Fuck, baby. That was... incredible."

You smirked, wiping the corner of your mouth with your finger before sucking on it, a playful, sexy gesture. "I aim to please," you said, your voice husky with satisfaction.

He chuckled, low and deep, before reaching down and helping you to your feet. He pulled you in for a passionate kiss, his hands roaming your body, exploring every curve as if he was seeing you for the first time.

"You're amazing," he murmured against your lips, his voice filled with sincerity. "So fucking amazing."

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A Very Well Put headcanon

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Headcanon by @viesanterieures

Emmett headcanons

• he can build anything from scratch, like seriously, no one knows how he does it, give him two pieces of wood, and somehow, you’ve got a perfectly crafted table 2 hours later

• at the bonfire, he's the one who's invested in keeping the fire going, he adds wood every 5 minutes to make sure it burns properly

• his playlist is all old-school rock, none of that new stuff, just classics

• he can't cook for shit, but put him at a barbecue, and suddenly he makes the best burgers

• he doesn't play about his wife/girlfriend

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What drama filled read

Very well put together

I felt like I was in the moment

Check this story out

Abandoned n Memories

Writer : @garrison-girl-08

Abandoned Memories

Pairing - Modern Thomas Shelby and Reader

Thank you for all of the support, on this Fic. Please interact and let me know your thoughts.

Trigger Warning- 18*, violence, assault, non-consent.

Gently blinking your closed eyelids, you made an effort to open them. Struggling, you kept your left eye shut while trying to open your right. The world emerged in swirls of colours, as you tried to piece together your surroundings.

When you parted your lips, your tongue felt heavy and stuck to the roof of your mouth. You flicked your tongue across your parched mouth, desperate for moisture. Your throat felt like a desert, every attempt at swallowing a reminder of your thirst.

A wave of nausea rolled through you, why did you feel so ill? You had only had three drinks at the party.

You searched the fogginess of your mind, trying to piece together the nights events. Straining to recall when you had left the party, were you even home? You were so confused.

With a deep groan escaping your lips, you slowly pushed yourself up from the soft surface beneath you. Your fingers shot to your temples, as they pressed against the throbbing pain in your skull. The world around you was a blur.

Forcing you to take in your surroundings, you didn't recognise the room. With effort, you brought your focus to the space. The room resembled a hotel toom, plain white sheets, purple curtains. An oak desk, with a plush armchair and a mirror.

It was only then you looked at your body, completely naked. What the fuck? Had you been that wasted?

You always got changed into your nightie, and took your make up off. That's what you had planned to do, while you waited for Tommy. He had left you at the party with some friends. Rushing off to handle a work emergency, that needed his urgent assistance.

That was right, wasn't it? You were sure… he had kissed you goodbye.

So why would you be in a hotel room?

Where was Tommy?

Snatching the white sheet from the crumpled bed, you wrapped it around your body. It felt as if a weight had settled upon you, like a heavy crane pinning you down. Every inch of your body throbbed, in between your legs ached.

Your throat burned like it had been scraped raw. Your legs felt as though they were in cement, heavy and unresponsive.

As you pulled the sheet tighter around yourself, your gaze fell to your wrist, where a vivid bruise marked your skin. Fuck, had you been that wasted you had fallen over?

The night was a total blur.....

Stumbling from the bed, you tried to put one foot in front of the other. Desperate to release your bladder, you felt like you had so much pressure there. Stumbling into the wall, you found the bathroom. Grasping the sheet, and gently lowered yourself onto the toilet.

Gasping, you hissed as you relieved yourself. A burning sensation ripping through your vagina. You didn't even have sex yesterday, had you? How embarrassing to have to ask your husband if you had sex or not? Taking tissue paper you wiped yourself, glancing down to see blood on the tissue.

Your period was not even due, my god you were so sore. Tears pricked your eyes, but before you could break down. You heard a banging sound.

Over and over.... bang.... bang.... bang....

Oh my god, who was it? You couldn't let them see you like this. You didn't even know where you were.

Bang.... bang..... bang.... and shouting, muffled voices.

Bang... bang ... against the door.

Regaining some strength, you unsteadily left the bathroom. Your bare feet padding across the cool tiles, as you cautiously approached the door. Anxiety gripped you. An agitated voice filled the air, demanding something about a key.

As you reached for the handle, the metal began to tremble under the pressure of the stranger. Just as you braced yourself, the door suddenly burst open with a beeping sound. You recoiled, on the brink of losing your balance.

Heart racing, as adrenaline flooded through your veins. Your husband stood before you, his expression full of fury. His piercing gaze roamed over you, clothed only in the fabric of a thin sheet that offered little protection.

Behind him, John, Arthur, Isaiah, and three unfamiliar men loomed. The air was thick with tension, every muscle in your body tensed under their scrutiny.

Breathing deeply, Tommy shook his head.

"What the fuck, Y/n?!" his voice bellowed, making you jump. "What the actual fuck?!!!"

Your mouth opened and closed like a fish, you couldn't get any words to come out. You had no clue what was going on, your confused brain wouldn't click into gear.

Taking the four large strides towards you, Tommy grabbed your left bicep. "Fucking talk to me!" he roared, spit flying from his mouth. "Answer me, ey!!!"

The pain on his face was evident. He took in your appearance, make up smudged across your face. Pupils wide, eyes red rimmed. The opposite to how you had looked at the party.

You felt like you were hyperventilating, could barely breathe. Chest rising and falling rapidly, you opened your mouth. Feeling like you were going to collapse. He was scaring you, why was he so mad?

“I.... I... Tommy," You had no idea what to say, no idea why he was so angry. "I ... don't,"

Your breath quickened once more, your body starting to sway unsteadily, on the edge of control. His grip on you tightened, fingers digging into your skin, as if trying to drag you back to reality. Your eyes flickered, feeling like they were rolling into your head.

"You don't fucking what, ey?!" he roared again, practically nose to nose with you.

Your eyes shot to the men gathered behind him, who all promptly looked away down at the blue carpet. Tommy pushed you away with force, you landed on the bed, keeping the sheet over your skin. Attempting to sit up to breathe in some air. Struggling to fill your lungs.

You felt so dizzy, still drunk.

"You of all people, Y/n!" Tommy continued, pacing the room, pulling at his hair, "You of all fucking people, betraying me!"

Swallowing harshly, you looked back up at him.

"Tommy, I ... I.... don't ... what .... what have I done? Where am I? How did..." You asked innocently, tears streaming along your cheeks.

"What have you done?!" he snarled, thrusting his phone into your face. Making you cower away.

“Is that not you, ey! Fucking another man?!!! Not just any man, fucking Solomons! Alfie fucking Solomons,"

Shaking your head, your mouth fell open. Tommy pressed his phone, as a video began to play. You were there on the screen in this room, naked. As Alfie Solomons fucked you from behind, your face pressed into the bed. While he pulled your hair.

Two of his men stood next to him laughing, watching the whole thing.

You felt sick.

How could that happen?

Jumping from the bed, you walked towards Tommy, "I never.... I would never... Tommy... I can't, can't remember," you began to ramble, breathing becoming erratic again.

Panic bubbling over, making your heart race and palms sweaty.

“I can’t remember anything,” you sobbed, trying to reach out for him. “I d, don’t know how I got here, I…”

Pushing you away from him, Tommy distanced himself, his expression twisted with revulsion as he scanned you from head to toe. He had never looked at you like that before. Like he was looking at a stranger, not his own wife.

It made you feel dirty, how would that even be possible?

How could you get here, have sex with someone and not remember? You would never cheat on Tommy. You were married, and so in love.

"You're dead to me, Y/n," Tommy spat with venom, stepping away. "Fucking dead to me.... he can have you as his whore,"

His words stung more, than if he had slapped you across the face. This wasn’t real, it couldn’t be. Walking away, Tommy flung open the door beginning to stride along the corridor. You ran after him, still in a sheet. Ignoring your pain.

He refused to look back, shrugging you away as you gripped onto him. Ignoring your pleas, the coolness in his eyes a contrast to the warmth of your hope. You pleaded with him, your voice trembling. Begging him to believe you, but he remained resolute. His back a rigid wall against your heartbreak.

John gently held your arm, pulling you away. A look of sympathy on his face, Tommy’s brothers were like your own family. He took in the marks on your arms, and neck. Sighing he glanced down at you.

“Leave him, Y/n. Just leave him, yeah?”

As you watched them leave, you melted to the floor in total despair ……

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Searching for a Dr Crane like….

NSFW Alphabet — Jonathan Crane

**Mature sexual content and themes. 18+ readers only. Minors, DNI.**

• AFTERCARE: What they’re like/how they treat you after sex.

When the two of you first start sleeping together, he remains pretty clinical and distant after sex. One reason is because he enjoys seeing you yearning for more affectionate attention from him but not getting it. He loves seeing how desperate you are for his attention and enjoys depriving you and keeping you guessing about when he’ll finally give you that affection.

But he also holds back on it because he’s afraid that if he allows himself to get more intimate and affectionate with you in that way, then he won’t be able to stop. He knows that as soon as he lets himself really start taking care of you and acknowledging how he feels about you, then he’s gonna be totally in love with you, and then he’ll never be able to get enough. He remains withdrawn in order to still feel like he has control over his feelings. But how long can he keep that up, is the question…

• BODY PART: Their favorite body part of their own and their favorite body part of yours.

His favorite body part of his own are his eyes, because he knows that he can intimidate people with just a look, or by just staring at them until they break.

His favorite body part of yours is your neck, because he knows that’s your weak spot, and if he just hovers his mouth over your neck and whispers to you or kisses you there, then you’ll absolutely melt. He also loves how well he can breathe in your delicious scent and also feel your pulse racing as he hovers in the crook of your neck.

• CUM: Anything to do with their cum, basically.

He absolutely loves coming inside you. To him, it’s the ultimate symbol of possessing you, marking his territory, taking you as his own. He loves filling you up, and there’s no more beautiful sight to him than seeing his cum leaking out of your pussy after you two are finished. He wants his cum to remain inside you as long as possible, so he never allows you to clean up right away. He always tells you to wait several hours before you wash yourself.

• DIRTY SECRET: Pretty self-explanatory — a dirty secret of theirs.

He has parked outside your house at night and watched you through the windows. He’s also searched your office and gone through your stuff to learn more about you and find out as much as he can about your likes, dislikes, fears, etc.

• EXPERIENCE: How experienced are they in the bedroom? Do they know what they’re doing?

Contrary to popular belief, he actually had a lot of sex in college. He wanted to get really good at it and figure out what women liked, so he had a lot of sex to learn all that. Women found his bookish, brooding demeanor and condescending attitude “charming” at first, thinking they could change him or fix him, so again, he had a lot of sex in college. Didn’t really care about any of those girls, but knew that he’d want to be able to blow the mind of any woman he did take seriously in the future, wanting to be able to just totally make her melt and beg for his touch. That, combined with his obsession with the female body and learning everything about it (i.e. pleasure points, clitoris and G-spot stimulation, etc.) and this man absolutely knows what he’s doing. He has you in near tears of pleasure every time.

• FAVORITE POSITION: Again, self-explanatory.

The majority of the time, he wants you in any position where you’re facing him so that he can see your face. He absolutely loves seeing your expressions and watching all your reactions to what he’s doing to you, and he also enjoys making you look at him. Anytime you close your eyes for too long, he’s ordering you to open your eyes and look at him, and it’s almost too much for you sometimes, making you feel so aroused yet simultaneously intimidated (which he knows, of course).

Occasionally, he can’t resist fucking you from behind, however. He loves bending you over his desk and taking you from behind while your front is pressed against his desktop and your panties are down around your ankles.

• GOOFY: Are they ever silly or humorous in the moment, or are they more serious?

Serious. Always. Nothing about this man is “silly.” However, once in a while, he’ll be a little more playful and will give you a bit of lighthearted, suggestive teasing before or after sex.

• HAIR: How well-groomed are they below the belt? Does the carpet match the drapes?

Carpet matches the drapes, and carpet is well-maintained. He keeps himself clean and neatly trimmed, never overgrown or too untidy.

• INTIMACY: How are they with you during the moment? How’s the romantic aspect?

As mentioned before, initially, he remains quite clinical and doesn’t get overly affectionate or romantic. However, once he finally allows himself to accept his feelings for you, he is incredibly romantic and affectionate. He’s whispering words of praise and compliments, as well as terms of endearment and romantic promises. He keeps your bodies as close together as possible and wants you molded to him. Lots of strokes of your cheek and deep kisses. Then he’s also finally giving you adoring aftercare, cuddling you and whispering more words of praise as he spoons you and gives you a massage.

• JACK OFF: Masturbation headcanon.

Not something he does often, as he can usually contain his urges, but has given in here and there when something you said or did really turned him on and he can’t get you off his mind. He has a recording of your voice from some random conversation (he loves the sound of your voice) which he plays while he jerks off.

• KINK: One or more of their kinks.

Having total control and authority. Being completely in charge of you and your pleasure, controlling every aspect of the sex between you two and you following his every order. He thrives on you totally relinquishing control to him and doing anything he says, and he loves to hear you beg. He loves you being his “good girl”, and loves how you seek out and respond to his praise. You are his perfect, eager, obedient good girl.

He also loves to make you say your sexual desires out loud to him, no matter how dirty, and enjoys seeing you get embarrassed when you admit them. He then insists on you explaining to him why you enjoy a specific sexual thought or have a specific desire, once again enjoying your adorable embarrassment.

• LOCATION: Their favorite place(s) to do the deed.

The bed, the bathtub, and his office.

• MOTIVATION: What turns them on/gets them going?

As mentioned before, he loves the sound of your voice. Hearing you just reminds him of all the times you’ve breathlessly begged him during sex or shyly admitted a desire. Plus, you sound so sweet and feminine.

He also loves when you wear skirts and are dressed very properly, and like any man, he also loves seeing you in sexy undergarments or lingerie.

Also, you almost always call him “Jonathan”, but once in a while you call him “Johnny”, and he absolutely loves it. Then, soon after, he’s trying to get you to breathlessly say it again while he’s thrusting in and out of you.

• NO: Something they wouldn’t do in the bedroom. What are their turn-offs?

While he is all about control and authority, he’d actually never hit you in the face as a show of dominance. Yes, he will occasionally pull your hair or slap your ass, but he’d never slap or hit your face.

• ORAL: Their preference on giving or receiving, skill level, etc.

This man is a M.A.S.T.E.R. of giving oral sex. He has learned every single way to explore and touch you down there, having studied the female anatomy like a religion, and then also putting to memory every single thing that has specifically proven to be pleasurable for you. He loves to see and taste your juices, and he loves the divine, sexual femininity of your plush, pink folds. Your shaky outcries of desperate bliss are just the icing on the cake for him as he’s giving you this exquisite torture.

He also loves receiving oral sex from you, as he’s never had a sweeter, more beautiful mouth around his cock. You’ve also learned what he likes over time, and you can get him riled up a lot faster than he cares to admit if his cock is between your lips. He also loves the feeling of dominance and power that he has when you’re sucking his cock, seeing you all doe-eyed and eager to please as you’re on your knees in front of him. It’s just another golden opportunity to see you being his good girl while you beautifully devour his cock.

• PACE: Are they fast and rough or slow and sensual?

Typically likes to take his time, being intentional and methodical, never wanting to rush through it and deprive you of pleasure or himself of seeing you completely fall apart for him.

• QUICKIE: Their opinion on quickies, how often you two have quickies, etc.

Not the biggest fan of quickies because, as stated above, he wants the two of you to take your time. But most often, it’s when he’s got you bent over his desk that it’s a quickie, seeing as that usually happens when he just needs you right then and there and is too horny to wait any longer or draw things out.

• RISK: Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks?

He’s definitely game to experiment, as long as you have discussed it with each other ahead of time. He’s not gonna do anything without being prepared/knowing what to expect. He does, however, have no problem if you’re the one being surprised with something new that he wants to try and mid-sex session is the first you’re hearing of it.

• STAMINA: How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?

Typically goes two rounds, but he’s lasting a loooong time during each round. That’s how extreme self-control and mind over matter work in his favor. And for you, two rounds is more than enough, because you’re climaxing multiple times each round, and he’s drawing things out to keep it all slow and in control. You’re sweaty and spent and practically begging for a break by the time he’s hit his second high.

• TOYS: Do they own any sex toys? Do they use them on you, themself, or both of you?

Yes, owns quite a few toys that are designed to enhance or provide additional pleasure. They are either all for you, or ones that are meant to be enjoyed by both of you together. He doesn’t really have anything that you’d use strictly on him.

• UNFAIR: How much they like to tease you in bed.

It’s not so much teasing as it is a pleasurable torture. He loves to work you until you’re desperate and begging, but it’s not a lot of edging or back and forth. It’s more where he gives you a slow buildup and gradually intensifies your pleasure until you’re begging him to make the final push and send you over the edge.

• VOLUME: How loud/vocal are they during sex? What sounds do they make?

Not loud as far as volume, but he enjoys talking. He’s encouraging you and also giving you lots of praise while talking you through what he’s doing to you and telling you to answer whatever he asks you or wants you to tell him. Again, he enjoys praising you as well as hearing your obedient answers to his questions.

• WILD CARD: A random headcanon for them. Can be anything.

He doesn’t like flying on airplanes and prefers to travel via car. It’s not a fear of heights or crashing, but the feeling of being out of control that he doesn’t care for. He also hates being stuck around insufferable co-travelers.

• X-RAY: Let’s see what’s going on under those clothes — their body and also what they’re packing.

He’s slender, but not lanky. Not an excessive amount of muscle, but enough to say he has some muscle, which is mostly in his thighs and arms. Pretty “normal” overall, but he has very fair skin and lots of body freckles, which you find adorable.

As for what he’s packing. Slightly above average length and girth, and boy does he know how to use it. You always feel very full and very satisfied.

• YEARNING: How high is their sex drive?

It’s high, but only for you. Prior to meeting you, he could go a long time without sex or a release, but now, his desire and need for you are through the roof. And as composed and in control over you as he seems, the fact of the matter is, you drive him wild — he’s just a pro at maintaining his composure.

• Zzzzz: How quickly do they fall asleep after sex?

Not quickly. He’s always making sure you fall asleep before he does. He then enjoys just watching you sleep for a little while before he finally drifts off.

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Somebody got owned 👀

ok ok i wanna play!

@xsweetcatastrophe Thank you so much for this request! 💗 True to form, I ended up writing a full one shot instead of a drabble. 🤣

Upon seeing this, I knew I had to write it as an extra little side piece for Why Deny?, which is my Leonard Miller x Y/N series that can be found here.

This takes place prior to the events of Why Deny?

Relishing the divine warmth of the afternoon sun that surrounded her from every angle, Y/N slightly adjusted her sunglasses on her face before shifting in her chair along the pool deck. Releasing a contented sigh, she couldn’t help but think that despite the fact that their target was an international criminal, she had to admit, he had good taste in vacation spots.

It was the whole reason she had made the plans to arrive at the resort a few days before their target was supposed to arrive himself. She figured that if she and Leonard had to go there to watch and tail him anyways, then she may as well make the most of it and enjoy the gorgeous tropical resort a few days ahead of time, like a mini vacation. So she’d registered the time off and adjusted her flight to have a few days of indulgence and relaxation to herself.

Well, almost to herself.

Yet again, Leonard had to get in the way.

As soon as he’d heard Y/N’s plans, he was adjusting his own plane ticket as well and was also at the resort ahead of time.

In hindsight, she realized she shouldn’t have been surprised that he did so — Leonard was always inserting himself in her business — and, as always, he’d used the excuse that he was responsible for her, and he wasn’t going to let her be at the resort alone. And despite Y/N’s argument that their target and his little entourage wasn’t even going to be there yet, Leonard wasn’t having it.

“He could have other guys there ahead of time to scope the place out, and they could be dangerous,” Leonard had said to Y/N when she’d confronted him about the situation. “And for all we know, they’re expecting someone like us to be there, and if you somehow get in trouble, I need to be there to save your ass.”

At that, Y/N rolled her eyes and shook her head with an exasperated scoff.

“What trouble am I possibly going to get into when I’m keeping completely to myself laying out by the pool?” she said.

Leonard gave her a devilish smile then.

“What kind of swimsuit are you planning to wear?” he asked with suggestive amusement.

Rolling her eyes again, Y/N didn’t answer his question and just continued instead.

“Nothing is going to happen, so there’s no need for you to do this. Just keep your original flight and we’ll plan to rendezvous when you get there.”

“Sorry, doll, flight’s already been changed,” Leonard said with a shake of his head. “In fact, there was still a seat on the flight you changed to, so we’ll be airplane buddies.”

“Oh my God!” Y/N cried in total exasperation now. “You can’t let me do a thing on my own, can you? Geez, why are you so hellbent on driving me crazy, Miller?”

Looking at her then, Leonard’s expression was serious.

“It’s not about driving you crazy,” he said. “It’s about keeping you safe, which is one thing I’m not ever willing to compromise on, no matter how much you gripe about it.”

At Leonard’s words, Y/N’s heart skipped and her frustration quickly fizzled, instead momentarily surrendering to the feelings for Leonard that she had, but that she always kept buried way down at the bottom of the proverbial trunk. As she stared back at him, she had to stop herself from rounding his desk and giving him an annoyed yet loving kiss and, instead, she did as she always did and ignored his statement. What she didn’t know was that Leonard had caught her brief change in demeanor, and he inwardly smiled to himself.

How much longer was she going to keep denying how they obviously felt about each other? he wondered.

“Nothing is going to happen,” Y/N said then, resuming her previous demeanor of irritation.

“I hope not, because this is the first vacation I’ve taken in ten years,” Leonard said with arrogant sarcasm. “But now, if anything does happen, I’ll be there to handle it.”

Narrowing her eyes at him, Y/N spoke.

“I don’t think there’ll be enough room on the airplane for you and your ego,” she said as she put her hands on her hips.

“Don’t worry, my ego fits in my carry-on,” Leonard replied.

“What’s your seat number?” Y/N asked then, abruptly shifting gears.

“Huh?” Leonard looked up from his desk.

“What’s your seat number?” she repeated herself. “Because if you somehow worked it where we’re sitting next to each other, I’m going to stuff you into one of the overhead luggage bins.”

Leonard laughed out loud at that, and then he looked at her again.

“Easy, doll,” he said. “We’re not sitting together.”

They’d be apart at the resort, too, staying in separate rooms at opposite ends of the large property. They had arranged it that way in order not to appear as if they were there together — or even knew each other — once they began officially working while there.

“I arranged for these extra few days so that I could relax,” Y/N reminded him then. “So you better not be bugging me the whole time with work stuff.”

At that, she’d turned and walked out of his office, Leonard’s smile still on his face as he watched her leave.

Now, back in the present and trying not to think about Leonard, Y/N closed her eyes beneath her sunglasses as she shifted in her chair again beneath the large sun umbrella. She had just nearly dozed off when she was suddenly startled out of it by the chime of her phone receiving a text message. By the particular text tone she’d assigned to him, Y/N knew the message was from Leonard, and she blew out an annoyed huff of breath and then opened her eyes before sitting up and reaching for her phone.

L.M.: My room. 20 minutes.

Groaning out another noise of annoyance, Y/N rolled her eyes, but responded nonetheless. She knew she had to listen to him. To his credit, he hadn’t bugged her until now, although they’d seen each other a few times around the resort the last two days.

Y/N: Fine.

Rising from the chair, Y/N reached for her cover-up and pulled it on over her swimsuit before slipping her feet in her sandals. Quickly, she stopped at the poolside bar to thank and tip the server who’d been bringing her her drinks, and then she walked off towards the little shop that was just beyond the pool. The small detour was just to appear as if she was “normal” to anyone who might possibly be watching her, and after several minutes of meandering through the shop, she headed out and went in the direction of Leonard’s room.

She walked at a normal pace and made sure that she appeared natural as she walked to Leonard’s room. Her sunglasses still on, she occasionally darted her eyes around beneath them to make sure no one around the area appeared to be watching her. Before this, she hadn’t needed to be concerned about that, as she literally hadn’t done anything out of the ordinary that would make it appear like she wasn’t just another person on vacation. But now that she was heading to a room that wasn’t her own, she was conscious of it.

The suite Leonard was in was very secluded and towards the back of the resort, it being one of the ones that offered the most luxury and privacy. He���d arranged it that way so that all the surveillance equipment and other stuff they’d need could be set up and spaced out in his room, and so they could operate as under the radar as possible.

Using the room key that Leonard had set aside for her at the front desk several days prior, Y/N quietly and calmly let herself into the suite and made sure the door closed behind her. Upon then stepping further into the large room, she didn’t immediately see Leonard.

Shifting on one foot to lean and peek around the corner into the bedroom, she then saw him walking towards her, but as she opened her mouth to speak, he silenced her with a finger to his lips in indication to be quiet and then gently grasped her upper arm and ushered her into the en suite, then closed the door behind them. Y/N leaned against the sink counter as Leonard moved to turn the lock before then turning back to face her.

“I think we would have been fine out there,” Y/N said, nodding her head towards the door in indication to the room beyond.

“Never know who might be watching,” he replied, finally speaking as they looked at each other.

“So then have you spent the whole trip in the bathroom so far?” she responded with a smirk.

Exhaling a small laugh, Leonard stepped closer to her.

“Just keeping you safe, that’s all,” he said, his tone softening slightly.

Once again, Y/N tried to ignore everything that his statement made her feel, as well as the fact that the way Leonard was currently looking at her was making her inwardly melt.

“Well, you interrupted my time at the pool, so whatever you want better be worth it,” she said, steeling herself.

At that, Leonard’s eyes shifted down to her body, and he could make out the lines of her bikini beneath the fabric of her cover-up and could see the pretty teal color of the strap that was peeking out near her shoulder. His expression became an amused one once more.

“I can’t decide whether I like this suit better, or your other one from yesterday,” he said, his eyes naughtily suggestive as he spoke.

Her heart skipping a beat, Y/N recalled when she and Leonard had seen each other and made eye contact at the pool yesterday. They’d been across the deck from each other, but that hadn’t stopped Y/N from being able to notice the insane appeal of Leonard’s bare chest or the gorgeous muscles of his arms, not to mention the yummy way his trunks hung from his hips. She could picture herself just mounting him in that poolside chair and the two of them going at it without a care for the others around them, but she’d quickly forced herself to extinguish that trail of thought.

Leonard hadn’t extinguished his thoughts quite as quickly, however, and he had no shame in enjoying his view of Y/N from across the pool, the only difference being that, in his fantasy, she had no suit on at all.

Giving him a look, Y/N spoke, trying to appear offended.

“It’s a good thing we’re here in the bathroom so that no one will see me slap you,” she said.

Laughing again, Leonard shook his head.

“Except we both know you’re not going to do that,” he said.

“Don’t be so sure,” she replied. “Now what do you want? You agreed not to bother me until Sunday, so why am I here?”

Reaching into his back pocket, Leonard pulled out a piece of paper with a name written on it and handed it to her, Y/N taking it from him and quickly glancing at it.

“I know you’re technically off the clock, but I need you to look into that guy for me,” Leonard said to her. “I’m already working on a shit ton of other stuff. Use the laptop in your room and just sort through his file for the basics and then send it to me, alright? It shouldn’t take you more than an hour, and then you can go back to vacation mode.”

Nodding as she glanced at the paper again, Y/N replied.

“No problem,” she said.

Then she looked at Leonard and gave him a little smile.

“Why are you working, anyways?” she asked. “You said that this time before they get here would be your first vacation in ten years. You should be relaxing.”

In response, Leonard shrugged his shoulders.

“Force of habit,” he said. “Besides, I relaxed at the pool yesterday.”

“Did you?” Y/N said innocently with a teasing smile. “Hmm, I didn’t even notice you were there.”

A huge grin spreading across his face, Leonard stepped even closer to her then.

“Oh, really? Because, those wandering eyes of yours said otherwise, doll,” he said.

Y/N shook her head.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about. But I’m glad to hear you got a little relaxation in; you deserve it.”

Still smiling, Leonard raised his eyebrows before speaking once more.

“You think so? Well, then I could be convinced to set work aside again for a while in favor of you and me having dinner together,” he said. “What do you say, doll?”

Smiling, Y/N answered him as she tilted her head.

“Can’t. We’re not supposed to know each other, remember? That means no dinner out.”

“Who said anything about going out? You can come over here. That’s what room service is for,” Leonard smiled.

“I’m not interested in eating in the bathroom,” countered Y/N with a smirk.

Leonard chuckled.

“It’ll be dark enough by then that I think we’ll be safe out there,” he jerked his head towards the door.

“Funny how you’re always willing to bend the rules when it would work in your favor,” Y/N said, trying not to smile.

“Is that a yes?”

Closing the last of the space between them then, Y/N allowed her body to nearly press into Leonard’s as she gave him a seductive smile. She then lowered her eyes and lifted her hands to the buttons of his polo shirt, her fingers idly fiddling with them as she spoke.

“Sorry, but I already made myself a reservation at one of the restaurants. It’d be inconsiderate to cancel now.”

Inhaling her scent and loving the feel of her warm closeness and her fingers at his neckline, Leonard’s pulse quickened as he answered.

“It’d be even more inconsiderate to turn me down,” he said lowly.

Smiling again, Y/N halted her movements at Leonard’s chest and dropped her hands, then lifted her eyes and looked into his.

“I think you’ll survive,” she said. “But I’ll make you a deal: don’t bother me for the rest of the day, and then tonight, after I’m done with dinner, I’ll personally make sure that you get tucked into bed with plenty of special attention.”

His voice still low with arousal, Leonard held her gaze.

“Deal,” he said.

Giving him a final little smile, Y/N slipped the piece of paper into the pocket of her cover-up, then she moved past Leonard, affectionately nudging him with her shoulder as she walked by and unlocked the bathroom door. Without a look back, she exited the bathroom and then left his suite.

Looking after her, it was the soft sound of the door latching behind her that finally shook Leonard out of the moment.

•.•.•.•.•

To say he’d been impatient for nighttime would have been a massive understatement. For the remainder of that afternoon, Leonard had hardly been able to concentrate or relax, his mind solely on the sexy promise Y/N had made him earlier that day.

Finally, she was going to give in, and he was more than ready.

It was a little past 9 o’clock when he heard the knock on his door, and Leonard immediately smiled to himself as he rose from the sofa where he’d been trying to distract himself with TV to pass the time.

Turning off the television, he quickly looked over at one of the small surveillance screens he’d set up in the cabinet of the mini bar. It was linked to the camera he’d had installed above the door of his suite (they’d installed one above Y/N’s door, too, as well as numerous cameras around the entrance and room of their target’s suite), but he frowned when he saw that it wasn’t Y/N outside his door. It appeared to be a staff member of the resort.

Just then, he received a text message from Y/N, and he quickly read it after picking his phone up from the coffee table.

Y/N: Don’t worry; I sent them to your room.

Once again, the man knocked, and he called out his presence after doing so.

“Concierge, sir,” he announced following his knock. “Stopping by for your turndown service.”

Turndown service? Leonard thought. But he was reminded that Y/N also had a surveillance view of his door when she followed up her text message with another one.

Y/N: Let the poor man in, for God’s sake.

Walking towards the door, Leonard answered her.

L.M.: You ordered me turndown service?

Y/N: Just a little something to help you relax.😉

Opening the door then, the staff member greeted Leonard and gave him a friendly nod as he once again announced that he was there to do a turndown service for him. Still slightly confused, Leonard watched silently as the man entered the bedroom, tidying up a few things before then dimming the lights in the room and turning down the bed, fluffing the pillows and folding the duvet and top sheet back.

Another ding of his phone had Leonard looking at his screen again.

Y/N: How’d he do? Do you feel more relaxed? Is your room all nice and cozy now?

Smirking, Leonard replied.

L.M.: You’ll be able to see for yourself as soon as you get here.

But his smirk was soon leaving his face when he read her reply.

Y/N: Get there? What do you mean? I’m not coming over.

L.M.: You said that you were going to PERSONALLY make sure that I got tucked in with plenty of special attention.

Y/N.: Right. I PERSONALLY ordered you the turndown service. And I don’t know what could possibly be even more special than having your blankets arranged and a chocolate left on your pillow.

In disbelief, Leonard was shaking his head. No way was she pulling this on him.

L.M.: Cute, doll, but a deal’s a deal. Now hurry up and get over here.

Y/N: Right, a deal’s a deal, and I held up my end. It’s not my fault you misunderstood the parameters.

Leonard’s attention was momentarily pulled away from their texts as the staff member announced he was done and then wished him a good night, heading back the way he’d come to now leave Leonard’s suite. As Leonard heard his phone make the sound of another text from Y/N, he looked down again.

Y/N: Don’t worry about tipping him; I already did. Just try and get a good night’s sleep.

L.M.: Please tell me you’re joking. You’re not seriously doing this to me.

But the fact that she was serious sank in as Leonard read her final text message. Groaning, he didn’t know whether to laugh at her clever way of getting the best of him, or shout in pure frustration at the feeling of aroused deprivation she always seemed to cause him.

Y/N: Sweet dreams, Miller. xoxo

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If you pay…

Mr Shelby stays away…

“Until the debt is paid “

What happens when you owe Mr Shelby?

Check this story out

Written by: Kinkyniragi

*Chapter 1 and 2 available*

Until the debt is paid - Chapter 1: Taken

Pairing: Thomas Shelby x Reader

Genre: Smut 18+

Word count: 1,4k

Summary: As payment for your father’s debt, you’ve been handed over to Thomas Shelby—a ruthless criminal with a reputation as dangerous as his smirk. Any hope for a swift resolution crumbles, leaving you entirely at his mercy. A hostage. A pawn in a game whose rules only he knows.

CN: Physical violence, power play, humiliation

Author’s note: After writing a lot of smut for Niragi from Alice in Borderland, I’m now diving into the world of Cillian Murphy. Feel free to leave comments and share my story if you enjoy it—I truly appreciate every bit of motivation to keep writing. Also, I’m not a native speaker, so if you spot any creative grammar choices… let’s just call them artistic liberties, eh?

***

When you meet him, his hands are in his pockets, his cigarette smoldering between his lips, and his eyes – sharp and assessing – never leave yours. A slow, knowing grin spreads across his face, a silent promise that whatever nightmare you’ve imagined is nowhere near the reality you’re about to experience.

***

Hours earlier

They came for you in the dead of night.

You barely had time to stir before rough hands seized you, a gag muffling your protests as a sack was yanked over your head. No matter how hard you fought, the struggle was over before it began. No surprise there—you were dealing with seasoned criminals. Kidnapping was probably just another item on their weekly agenda.

The journey was long, disorienting. The wheels of the carriage jolted over uneven cobblestones before the road gave way to rugged country paths. They took turns, doubled back, deliberately confusing your sense of direction. By the time the carriage finally lurched to a stop, you had no idea where you were.

***

Now, at dawn, you’re dragged from the carriage and dumped onto the cold, damp ground. The sack still covers your head, swallowing the weak morning light, muffling the murmurs of the men around you. Your captors seem to be handing you over to someone at your destination. Their boss?

A sharp voice cuts through the stillness. A command. Then—the snap of a whip.

Hooves thunder against the dirt as the carriage rattles away, its wooden wheels crunching over loose stones. The sound fades, swallowed by the eerie quiet, leaving only the cold air biting at your skin.

And then—

The sack is ripped from your head.

You blink against the pale morning light, your vision swimming. But even before your eyes fully adjust, you know exactly who stands before you. You recognized his voice the moment his men addressed him. And yet, knowing doesn’t soften the impact of seeing him.

Tommy Shelby.

The most notorious criminal in the city.

The man responsible for your abduction.

You scramble back instinctively, your palms scraping against rough dirt. It’s pointless, of course. A shadow of amusement flickers across Tommy’s face as he watches your desperate attempt to escape.

"It would almost be endearing if it weren’t so fucking pathetic. Where exactly do you think you’re going? I’d only have to reach out to drag you back."

Embarrassment burns through you as you drop your gaze. He’s right. Your flight response is utterly useless here. Instead, you struggle for composure and force yourself to confront him, your voice carrying a defiant edge.

"What do you want from me?"

Tommy exhales slowly, his breath visible in the cold morning air. He takes his time answering, letting the tension stretch unbearably thin.

"Your father," he finally says, "isn’t much of a businessman. Bad at keeping promises. Worse at paying debts."

He pauses briefly.

“Unpaid debts with Thomas Shelby tend to have… unpleasant consequences."

Yes—for me, you think bitterly. What do I have to do with any of this?

But you would never dare to say that out loud. Of course, you know why it had to be you. His only daughter. His most precious treasure. His greatest weakness. But you can’t shake the feeling that there’s something more to it…

“Too bad that you poor thing now have to pay for your father's misdeeds, right?” He sounds amused, without hiding a mocking, pitying undertone. Your stomach tightens. If he were only keeping you as collateral, he wouldn’t be talking about you ‘paying off the debt’. The implication is clear—and terrifying.

A firm grip closes around your wrist, yanking you to your feet. “Get up. You’re coming with me.” Tommy’s tone is sharp, leaving no room for argument. His hold is unrelenting as he pulls you forward, leading you toward a heavy wooden door. He pushes it open with ease. The scent of straw and damp wood fills your lungs as he pulls you inside.

A barn.

The realization settles uneasily in your chest. He’s keeping you here?

You bite your tongue, forcing yourself to stay calm. Any kind of physical resistance, any attempt to escape, would be pointless in your current situation—he’s stronger, faster, and you have no allies here. Struggling would only amuse him further. Instead, you let him shove you down like a lifeless doll onto what passes for a bed, rough straw scratching through your clothes.

Your gaze flickers to Tommy, searching his expression for a hint of what comes next. But he gives nothing away. He’s watching you closely, weighing something in his mind. You know what men like him do to their enemies’ women. And Tommy Shelby isn’t just any man. He’s a predator, a strategist, and if he senses weakness, he will carve it out of you piece by piece.

***

You remember the first time you met, and you could swear that your current plight is anything but a coincidence. Back when you had just started working at this bar, he was enjoying his whiskey when he bluntly asked you if you were a whore. When you said ‘no’ indignantly, he snorted contemptuously, emptied his glass in one go and replied:

"Then you have no business here."

In addition to his condescending manner, you didn't miss his look that showed that he had the power to make you his whore at any time. No, he wasn’t just waiting for your father to make a mistake.

You are pretty sure he provoked it to get hold of you.

***

He studies you for a long moment, unreadable. Then, with quiet authority, he says, “Listen carefully.”

You do. You don’t have a choice.

“There are rules,” he says. “You don’t try to run. You do as I say. Follow them, and your life here might even be… comfortable.”

His voice drops just slightly on the last word, lingering in the air like a promise—or a threat.

Your life here? How long does he think he can keep you? Your father will do everything in his power to get you back. He wouldn't abandon you. And yet, if Tommy only planned to hold you for ransom, why say your life here? Why make it sound as if you’d be staying longer than necessary?

A chilling realization comes to your mind. He didn’t just take you to leverage your father. No, Thomas Shelby isn’t a man who simply waits for things to fall into place.

He uses what’s in his possession. And right now, that includes you.

Anger flares inside you, burning hotter than fear. “Fine,” you snap. “I’ll keep my mouth shut, and you make sure my father pays. Then I assume my carriage home will be waiting.”

For a moment, he says nothing. But Thomas Shelby wouldn’t be Thomas Shelby if he let such defiance go unpunished.

The slap comes fast, sharp, tilting your head with the force of it.

White-hot pain blooms across your cheek. Your breath stutters, but you bite down the sound. You won’t give him the satisfaction.

Tommy leans in slightly, his voice quiet but razor-edged.

"It would be a shame," he murmurs, "if I had to inform your father that his precious collateral had met with an… unfortunate accident." He smirks. "Simply because it refused to cooperate. If I were you, I’d reconsider my attitude. Quickly."

Seething, he grabs a rusty chain, likely once used to tether horses, and locks a shackle around your left wrist, securing it to the chain. It’s just long enough for you to lie down with your arm outstretched on the straw-covered floor.

Without another word, he tosses a thin blanket at you and turns to leave. But before he steps outside, he pauses. The dim morning light catches the sharp cut of his profile as he glances back over his shoulder, watching you for a beat too long.

Then, with a smirk, he murmurs, “Sweet dreams.”

The heavy door swings shut, plunging the stable into a hushed stillness, broken only by the sound of your own breathing. The scent of straw and leather lingers in the air, but so does something else—the phantom heat of his gaze, the unspoken threat in his voice.

You lie motionless, staring at the ceiling, heart pounding. The worst part isn’t the shackle around your wrist.

It’s the fact that deep down, you’re no longer sure whether you fear what Tommy Shelby plans to do with you… or whether you crave it.

Chapter 2: Thirst>>

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