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Stolen Wife
Synopsis – Tommy Shelby is married to Grace but he becomes obsessed with Y/N, wife of Reuben Fitch, Tommy’s business partner in the U.S. who is unaware of his actual “business”
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As soon as the papers were signed for new consignment delivery and the ink was dry on the paper, Tommy decided to throw a curveball, to get to know his elusive new business partner.
“Grace is throwing a party for some charity. She asked me to invite you and your wife.” Tommy said carelessly.
“Party…?” Reuben asked in confusion, he had never mixed business with pleasure or even family.
“Don’t you Americans have over the top exuberant parties?” Tommy taunted the former soldier.
“We do, but I don’t believe in getting my family involved with the people I do my business with…” Reuben tried to reject the offer as politely as he could.
But little did he know, Thomas Shelby was not going to give it up so easily.
“It is a charity ball for orphaned kids nothing dangerous, I’m sure your Mrs can handle one night with the Shelbys” Tommy cajoled.
“Mr. Shelby, I don’t mix my work with my personal life. It is better that way and I certainly do not involve my wife in anything related to this side of my business.” Rueben tried to argue his way out this predicament.
“It is not going to be anything illegal or even borderline illegal, I have promised Grace that I will do no shady dealings at the ball.” Tommy reiterated.
“I really don’t mix my business and personal life and I would like to keep it that way.” Rueben did not budge.
Tommy lit a cigarette, giving himself time to think of any other way of getting insight into Rueben’s life, any pressure point that can be exploited if needed. Tommy’s other attempts had been in vain; soldiers in Rueben’s rank had been tight-lipped about everything, something he admired about Rueben and his tightly reigned empire.
Tommy took out the invite from his drawer and handed it to Rueben as a last resort.
“Take this, will you, I don’t want Grace finding it here. I will tell her you are busy” Tommy added defeatedly.
Rueben pocketed the invite not wanting to further prolong the conversation with the king of Birmingham.
Ruben got up and held out his hand to shake Tommy’s to read his temperament. Tommy shook Rueben’s hand with mild annoyance, annoyance that he hadn’t been able to pierce the armor around Fitch and his gang.
Rueben gave Tommy his charming smile, he was relieved that Tommy dropped the subject. He was never going to let his two worlds mix. You were too precious for him to be tainted with what his not-so-legal life is filled with, the grotesque violence, the depravity, the drugs among other things.
Tommy decided that he needed to find another way to find any weak spot in Rueben’s Gang.
What he did not expect was for Grace to get Rueben to the ball.
When he saw Rueben at the ball, he was astonished…Apparently, Grace had run into the loving couple at the marketplace and somehow convinced Rueben’s wife to come to the ball. Tommy could not describe the feeling when he saw you for the first time…There you were looking glorious and innocent like a princess in a purple dress. He gulped visibly, he now understood why Rueben kept you away.
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Stolen Wife - 2
Synopsis – Tommy Shelby is married to Grace, but he becomes obsessed with Y/N, wife of Reuben Fitch, Tommy’s business partner in the U.S. who is unaware of his actual “business”
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You were both nervous and excited, when the nice lady invited you and Rueben, you could sense his hesitation, and you were ready to make an excuse to get out of it but when her son tugged on Rueben’s slacks and asked Rueben to come see and meet his friends, you could sense Rueben’s resolve melting a little. You smiled, seeing your big soft teddy bear of a husband accepting the invitation of little Charlie Shelby.
Rueben looked at you with questioning eyes, you smiled and nodded. Rueben promised that cute little boy that he would definitely come to meet him and his friends at the ball.
Your husband was an introvert and so were you, but he had the courage to ask you out after two months of fleeting glances in the local coffee shop you both frequented. You were pretty sure Rueben timed his breaks to come to see you during those two months just like you used to wait for him for a chance to see charming and handsome devil you now proudly called your husband. Destiny is weird but for you, Rueben was your destiny, and you were his…
His club business had brought him to the U.K., Birmingham specifically, but you had cousins in London, so you decided to tag along with your husband and visit them and then join your husband in Birmingham. It was a nice change of pace; both of your professional lives were hectic and so this mini vacation of sorts came at the right time.
Your husband is ex-Navy, and he does not trust many people around him or even his business anyone but his squad, and they even adopted you into their little family, something you are eternally grateful for. You asked your husband if his squad could join both of you after a weekend together in Birmingham and your husband agreed with no qualms, little did you know, half of his squad was already planning on joining both of you on this elusive business trip. Rueben always has backup, he never wanted to be involved directly but Tommy Shelby insisted on joining him at his mansion, Arrow House, as his guest but Rueben refused, you can never trust anyone in this business especially the new partners.
Half of Rueben’s squad had already landed in the U.K., prior to his visit to the King of Birmingham, and the other half was back at home. Rueben made sure to book the suite under a fake name, nothing that could be traced back to him or you…
Rueben picked you up from the train station, he loved your quirks, how you hated public spaces like clubs but loved trains, how you pretended to love coffee for him but in reality, you loved tea. How you always made sure to pack him lunch and always made him make dinner for both of you. Rueben never thought he could have a normal life, but meeting you made him believe he at least had to give it a shot, he dragged his feet for two months only to later succumb to his crush, infatuation, his desire to see you daily whatever you can call it. You were his world and he was yours…Your relationship was something true, something solid, something filled with love and determination, something only few people ever find in their life and you were the lucky ones.
At the ball –
Your gracious husband bought you a cool purple gown because he wanted to make you feel like a queen, his queen…Who would’ve thought for once in your lifetime you and your husband would love dressing up? Both of you were giggling like teenagers and acting like royalty.
Just like you assumed the ball was extravagant, more extravagant than anything you had ever seen before. You looked at the wastage of money, these assholes can easily donate money, but they need these stupid ass-kissing events to donate to children in need…
You held on to your husband tightly, out of your element but still giddy about dressing up with your king bear. Just like you, your husband did not leave you alone even while mingling with the people he knew…
“Good evening, Mr. Fitch, I did not expect to see you here…” Tommy commented in his Brummie accent as he joined your group of people, and they left both of you alone with this new person.
“Hello, Mr. Shelby…” Rueben greeted, and you could sense Rueben’s unease.
“I was convinced to join your charity ball by a very insistent Charlie Shelby, whom I couldn’t disappoint.” Rueben replied, you may have missed the implication, but Tommy didn’t, just like Charlie, you were not involved.
“And you must be Mrs. Fitch” Tommy turned towards you, his eyes consuming you.
“Hi, I’m Y/N” you say meekly as you extend your right hand to shake Tommy’s, but Tommy Shelby had something else in his mind, he brings your hand close to his eager lips, kissing the back of your hand much to your shock. You look at your husband clearly annoyed just like you. You feel a chill running down your spine. You take back your hand quickly, trying to escape this man. You lean on your husband to send him a clear signal and your loving husband grabs you by the waist and tugs you towards him, in his embrace… Rueben kisses the top your head to calm you down meanwhile Tommy Shelby watches the interaction enviously. Rueben is fuming with anger, but he is smart, he knows Tommy has his eye on you, something Rueben had been trying to avoid from the start. There is a tense atmosphere around the three of you, thankfully Grace joins in unaware of the charged scene and asks Tommy to mingle with other guests, Thomas Shelby leaves reluctantly with his wife while you plead with your husband to take you back to your hotel, not wanting to endure the steely blue-stare of the devil.
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Stolen Wife - 6
Synopsis – Tommy Shelby is married to Grace, but he becomes obsessed with Y/N, wife of Reuben Fitch, Tommy’s business partner in the U.S. who is unaware of his actual “business”.
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You could feel judgmental eyes of the bartender, it was not even 11 a.m. at the hotel bar downing tequila, vodka, whiskey, vermouth, and whatever bartender thought would appease you. You were drinking your weight in alcohol to numb the pain that senseless weirdo brought up so casually. The absurd and preposterous claim (totally correct & valid point) that you were running away from your husband’s memories. Thomas Shelby doesn’t know you, and the nerve of his mouth, the audacity of those haunting eyes of that man to tell you what you should do, after you barely met all those months ago, after you barely talked to him today, who does he think he is?
The pretty bartender, Patty, as her badge indicated, kept bringing you some sort of snack to absorb that alcohol, which you were thankful for, she didn’t question much, and you really didn’t have the energy to answer. You were pretty hammered and past the point of even noticing that there was a new bartender serving you what seemed like endless amounts of drinks without you even asking. Had you been a little careful, a little vigilant you would have noticed that the new bartender slipped something in your drink. Had you not been drowning in the insurmountable grief of losing the love of your life, you would have noticed Tommy Shelby and his goons spread out near the bar, keeping an eye on you. Had you not been so damn oblivious you would have noticed the bartender stealing your phone before darkness took over, and you lost consciousness.
Tommy didn’t know kidnapping was going to be added to the long list of crimes he has committed, but love makes you do crazy things, so what’s one more crime to add to that list but getting you to Birmingham, now that was going to take some serious effort, but he knows how to grease a few hands and tell them to look away when it's needed…That’s how he has been able to infiltrate North American black markets.
Flight from Vancouver to Birmingham was smooth, it had to be, the drug was effective for about 12 hours. It gave enough time for the Peaky Blinders to clean out your room, ditch your smartphone in some dumpster in other city before Rueben’s squad could even figure out what had happened.
You woke up in an unfamiliar room, your throat parched, your mind a bit disconnected, and you needed to pee badly, damn, how many drinks did you have…Wait a minute, did you sleep with someone, so many questions swirling around in your brain.
The door opened, and you saw a sweet looking woman carrying a glass of water and a glass of orange juice. She offered them both to you, and you gulped down that water in one big gulp…
“Thank you….Could you point me towards the washroom? I need to freshen up…” you mumbled
She directed you towards the door on the other side of the bed. You got up quickly, a little too quickly and felt a bit dizzy. After practically rushing towards the washroom and doing your business did you start to take the notice of things not feeling right…You did not remember anything except the mimosa you drank. Fuck…what had happened? Where the fuck were you? You needed to get the fuck out of whatever this place was, you needed your phone, you needed to call an uber…
It was then you realized you did not have your phone, your stomach dropped…Fuck fuckity fuck…You searched the bedroom but there was nothing there…You were in process of ripping off the bedsheets when you heard a familiar voice.
“Your phone is not here, Y/N”
You turned around to face the devil with vibrant blue eyes; there was something sinister about them, something that you would learn rather quickly.
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Stolen Wife - 4
Synopsis – Tommy Shelby is married to Grace, but he becomes obsessed with Y/N, wife of Reuben Fitch, Tommy’s business partner in the U.S. who is unaware of his actual “business”.
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On one of his many sleepless nights Tommy received a message from his man at the airport. Y/N & Rueben Fitch just left. With that, there were several images of you and Reuben navigating through the airport.
This was a sudden departure. In the middle of the night, Tommy had on good authority that you and Rueben had been planning on staying for one more week. So, whatever must have happened was urgent enough to discard your plans.
Tommy called up his contacts in San Diego, telling them to give him an update by next morning.
Since Tommy had nothing to do but mull over, he decided to stalk you on IG, TikTok, and other countless apps, but it seemed like your profiles were locked and so was Rueben’s social media across the board. The only account that was public was Rueben’s San Diego Club and even among those thousands of posts there was nothing.
Tommy decided to call Rueben with the pretext of inviting him for a discussion some additional details of the partnership.
Tommy dialed Rueben’s number, but he did not pick up. Tommy decided to try again. But this time Rueben picked up the call.
“Hello” Rueben’s annoyance vividly filtering through the phone.
“Hello, Mr. Fitch.”
“Mr. Shelby?”
“Yes, I apologize for calling so late, I have received some good news, this could expand our business in the West Coast. I wanted to ask if you are free to join me at my house at noon tomorrow?”
“Oh…Oh, shit.” Rueben replied.
“I am sorry Mr. Shelby, can we schedule a call. I am currently travelling out of Birmingham; I won’t be able to meet you tomorrow.” He added.
“Is everything okay? You sound stressed.” Tommy probed.
“Everything is fine…Just some family emergency. If it is urgent, I can send Mickey, he is in the area around there somewhere” Rueben countered.
“It is not urgent at all, Mr. Fitch. This can wait until your family matter is resolved.” Tommy mentioned nonchalantly.
“Bear…I need some help…Could you open this bottle for me?” you asked Rueben in your melodious voice in background and Tommy’s hand clenched around the phone.
Rueben smiled and popped open the seal for you to have a sip.
“Is there anything else Mr. Shelby?” Rueben inquired.
“No, nothing major, we can schedule a call, I’ll ask Finn or Isaiah to put something on the calendar for both of us.” Tommy responded.
Tommy was about to cut the call when he heard your voice filling his ears.
“Who was that?”
Tommy waited with bated breath to listen to you talk but Rueben disconnected the call.
From all the pictures of both of you in the airport lounge, Tommy deduced whatever it was, it was related to you.
Rueben was seen assuring you, holding your hands, rubbing your arms while your head was resting against his shoulder. You looked nervous but also excited. That should be him with you, not Rueben. And soon, he will be rectifying that. You would be by his side; he just needed a few days to formulate his plan and get things in motion in America.
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Stolen Wife - 5
Synopsis – Tommy Shelby is married to Grace, but he becomes obsessed with Y/N, wife of Reuben Fitch, Tommy’s business partner in the U.S. who is unaware of his actual “business”.
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You don’t know how your life turned into a nightmare…a ghoulish nightmare. One moment you were happy and celebrating your pregnancy with your family and friends and the next moment, you were getting held at gun point by a robber, you knew your husband had a gun in his pocket, something you loathed but at that moment you were happy that he had that gun, the robber must have seen the gun when he shot Rueben erratically, and then he turned on you, Rueben protected you till his dying breath, Rueben shot the robber with his gun and saved your life, but your husband your family was taken away from you, your husband and best friend snatched from you. You couldn’t even comprehend what had happened. When you woke up in the hospital, for a moment you thought it was a bad nightmare, but the machines attached to you signaled the opposite.
The attending doctor told you that you were shot in the chest, the bullet miraculously had missed your heart but punctured your lung, and you were lucky to be alive. But were you lucky? Or were you the unluckiest person, you had lost everything, your husband was shot dead in front of you, the shooter shot you too but missed the first shot and was not alive to shoot the next bullet.
“I am sorry Mrs. Fitch; we could not save the baby…” these words brought you out of your mind fog. Instinctively your hand went to your abdomen…Your baby died too…Your one connection to Rueben died too…You were catatonic…You could not even do the basic job of protecting the life growing within you…You never felt so useless.
Your friends and family gave you space, space to mourn, space to grieve not just your husband, but your child too…
Police called it an armed robbery but Javy, Mickey, Nat, Brad, Jake did not think so, but they didn’t say anything. They increased your security. They changed your locks, your cameras and every damn device, while you were in hospital. They even increased the surrounding security in hospital. Rueben knew how dangerous his line of work was, and your security was paramount to him. For you, your husband was a military contractor with a pub he ran with his friends, you just didn’t know that your husband was involved in illegal activities as well which included drugs, liquor and arms.
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You were on your way to get to some Chai with oat-milk, trying not to break down every damn morning, missing your husband and the morning rituals you shared with him. You bumped into Tommy in a café in Vancouver, Canada of all places, physically bumped into him, you were in over your head, and you were not looking where you were supposed to be going.
“Oh, I am so sorry.” You looked to apologize to the stranger, but you were met with relatively known steely blue eyes.
“Mrs. Fitch?” Thomas asked in his Brummie accent.
Fuck, that name, that label, that brings up so much sorrow, your eyes well up, but you blink away those tears, you tell yourself, you need to move on…need to power through…It’s been almost a year since your life upended, the love of your life killed in front of your eyes.
Not really, you were unaware of your surroundings, but you were trying to keep to yourself, but Thomas Shelby needed to find a way to talk to you, so he chose the easiest way of it all, crashing into you purposefully.
You smiled, trying to place him…
“Oh hi” you reply. Tommy saw the questioning look in your eyes, you had no clue who he was or what he was.
“I am Thomas Shelby, we met briefly at a Charity Ball in Birmingham.”
“It is nice to see you again, Mr. Shelby.” you reply politely.
“I heard what happened…I’m sorry for your loss.” Tommy added.
You just nodded reflexively, like you did every fucking time when someone offered their sympathies.
“I didn’t expect to see you here Mrs. Fitch, I thought you lived in San Diego.”
“I did…I do…Well, not now exactly, I am taking a sabbatical and please call me Y/N.” you asked, basically pleading, not wanting another reminder of what you lost or who you were…Rueben’s wife or what you are now…his widow. His sad pathetic widow who is running away from her life because you can’t fucking function properly without your soulmate.
“Only if you call me Tommy” He responded while physically guiding you inside the coffee shop, and there is nothing you can do but comply out of politeness.
Tommy asks you for your order, you wanted to protest and buy your own beverage, but you also didn’t want to be rude. You begrudgingly order some chai. Tommy Shelby bought you your chai but nothing for himself, and it made you feel guilty.
He pushed the mug towards you, you took the mug and thanked him.
“So, Y/N, what are you doing here?” Tommy asked in his heavy Brummie accent.
“I guess, I just needed to get away…”
“I heard what happened. I am sorry for your loss.” Tommy consoled.
Do not cry, do not cry, do not cry….you chant mentally.
You clear your throat and squeak out “Thank you”.
“So, how long are you here for?” Tommy probed.
“I don’t know, I may be here for a while, or I may leave and find another city to go to which is safe… Mickey usually sends me the locations that are relatively safer for me. I do not have any timeline.” You reply.
Tommy knows that very well. He is well-aware of Rueben’s people taking care of your security. Tommy only got to know about your location from his people on the East Coast, namely Michael.
“That’s fun, why don’t you come visit us in Birmingham?” Tommy proposes.
You are taken aback by his proposition, you don’t really know what to say, you barely know this man, why would he invite you to his home?
“Mr. Shelby…ummm…I mean Thomas, I don’t think that is a good idea…”. You mumble out.
“Why not? I see it in your eyes, you are trying to escape your painful memories, anyone can see that…why don’t you join us in another continent as long as you want where Rueben and his memories wouldn’t haunt you.” Tommy confronts you, basically bringing up everything that your family and friends have been thinking…going for your jugular.
You gulp nervously, you didn’t expect some relatively unknown person to expose your wounds and like a wounded animal you ran away from that table. You did not like being confronted by the likes of Thomas Shelby, how dare he say anything about what you should do….
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Stolen Wife - 3
Synopsis – Tommy Shelby is married to Grace but he becomes obsessed with Y/N, wife of Reuben Fitch, Tommy’s business partner in the U.S. who is unaware of his actual “business”.
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After the weird and frankly unnerving incident at the ball in Birmingham everything went smoothly, you and Rueben enjoyed your weekend together, unaware of the prying eyes watching you and your husband, taking pictures, and reporting back to their king, the king who had found something he needed and that was you, Y/N Fitch, the shy and mysterious wife of Rueben Fitch, Tommy’s new business partner on the West Coast of America.
Tommy was watching your pictures his blinders had sent on his laptop, pictures of you in the arms of your husband, looking all happy and content. Pictures of both you out in the streets, roaming around like tourists. Pictures of you having breakfast in your bathrobe sitting on your shirtless husband’s lap, even he could figure out from the photo what activities you had been enjoying, pictures of you in the pool of the hotel, pictures of you enjoying a quiet dinner with your husband, both of you lost in each other.
Tommy felt a jolt of jealousy coursing through his system, he wanted that, and he wanted that with you…He was so lost in the pictures in front of him, he never heard Grace enter the office, and he was unaware of Grace standing behind him.
“They look happy” Grace said ruefully, bringing Tommy out of his imagination.
Tommy was shocked, but he could not show it, not to her, Grace read every movement.
“Good for them” Tommy replied with nonchalance.
“You’re keeping an eye on them?” Grace questioned, trying to access what was going on.
“Something like that…”
“They look good together.” Grace added.
“They look beautiful.” Tommy said while eyeing the picture of you in the bathrobe sitting on Rueben’s lap laughing at something silly.
“Why are your men keeping an eye on them?” Grace probes uncharacteristically.
“In this business, we have to keep an eye on everyone we make deals with, Grace, you know that.” Tommy chastises.
“I know Tommy, but I also know he would not have been invited here without being vetted by your men in America.” Grace remarks with caution.
“Let’s just say, I have a vested interest in this venture, and I’m making sure to keep an eye out for an opportunity” Tommy replies to his wife as he turns around. Grace could see something brewing in his eyes, Tommy may not have known, but his eyes spoke volumes, something Grace could read easily, but now his eyes were hiding something, something that Grace could not put her finger on and it was unnerving her.
Grace decided to drop this matter, she would approach Arthur, he may know what new plan Tommy has been conjuring up.
You were plaguing Tommy’s dreams, thoughts & nightmares, dreams which once were filled with Grace, thoughts of business and all the plans of the future and nightmares filled with whatever new ghoulish dream his PTSD conjured up. But now, he was seeing you everywhere, craving your sweet cherry smell, your eyes haunting him, you were calling him, and he must find a way to get to you.
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Entrapment
DubCon, NonCon - Read at your own risk. 18+
What happens when your fuck buddy Modern! Thomas Shelby wants more?
John’s words were echoing in Tommy’s head… “Every relationship has stages, Tommy, but kids they ground us.”
It just hit Tommy. All he needed to do was to knock you up. That would prove to you that he was serious about this relationship, serious about you. Tommy needed you, and you were his cocaine. He was addicted to you.
Tommy met you in Garrison, and he was spellbound when he saw you stand up for your friend. Nobody had looked Thomas Shelby the wrong way and lived to tell that tale. But then again, you were a living, breathing contradiction.
He asked you out on a date, but you turned him down. Tommy took it in stride, but the Shelby in him didn’t accept that answer. Tommy had his eyes on you, his peaky blinders protecting you, fuck, you were so damn oblivious. You were the smartest, kindest and extraordinary woman, but you literally were unaware of your surroundings. You had just moved to Birmingham and thus were unaware of the influence of the Shelby name or the peaky blinders. You knew nothing about him, and Tommy being the Shelby he was, didn’t tell you anything. After all, secrets were fun.
Thomas Shelby kept you in the dark about many things, his legal business, his illegal business, his gang. You assumed he was a working professional just like yourself, and he didn’t correct you. He fabricated run-ins with you like a teenage boy. It was fun. Your resolve broke down just enough for Tommy to slither in your bed.
“Look, I am new to this city and am not looking to date or be in a relationship yet. I just want to enjoy my time and leave it to the future.”, you told him unfailingly.
“We can hook up casually. But if we are hooking up, I won’t sleep with other men, and you wouldn’t fuck other women. You can go on dates, and I don’t mind that. If anything turns serious, we can end this arrangement.”
“Casual fucking, eh? And what man would be opposed to that?” Tommy smiled.
“It’s nice and dandy in the beginning, but men being men, they become controlling and possessive”, you added anxiously.
“I won’t control you, darling”, Tommy promised in his Brummie accent. A promise he would break, and your words were ringing true in his ears. He wanted you irrevocably and unquestionably.
It was you who decided to limit the scope of your relationship. It was you who had forced Tommy’s hand. Thomas Shelby was enamoured from the first time you slept with him. He had slept soundly like a baby in your bed, your smell calming his mind, your presence driving away his nightmares, and for the first time in a very long time, he smiled uninhibitedly, something his family noticed.
Polly was relieved to find out the old Tommy wasn’t dead and Arthur, John, Ada, and Finn preferred this version of Tommy over the cold and calculated one.
Blinders were assigned for your protection, and they would report on your activities to Thomas Shelby, sending candid pictures of you enjoying coffee with colleagues, of a night out with your girlfriends, you in the park with your overly huge rescue dog, pictures that brightened up his day. Thomas Shelby decided to reduce his smoking when you complained about it, a noteworthy feat. He was changing and becoming a better man for you, whether he admitted it or not.
The frequency of your ‘fuck me texts’ declined, and he chalked it up to you being busy and overworked. But soon, those dreaded pictures started coming from his blinders, becoming his nightmares. He saw pictures of you out with another man, a man he envied because of your frequent dates. Thomas Shelby never claimed you publicly, partly due to fears for your safety and somewhat because he decided to keep his broken heart in a cage after Grace.
His world came crashing when Finn and Isaiah overheard you talking to your best friend, confessing about breaking it off with him to dive into a new serious relationship. Thomas Shelby’s heart jumped out of that metal cage. He may not have given particulars about your relationship to his family. Still, he had to fess up in the family meeting when Ada asked him point blank with the same derision their mother had when any of the Shelby kids were mischievous. Polly, Ada and Lizzie were disappointed in him, but so were Arthur, John, Finn and Isaiah. Michael was only the one who understood Tommy and his obsessive nature. Michael may have joined the Shelby family late, but he could see Tommy's subtlety and actions. His cousin had become unhinged, unencumbered and worst of all, fixated on the idea of owning you, which is what brought him here, standing outside of your door, swimming with whiskey with a rough plan in his mind to keep you by his side forever.
Somebody was incessantly knocking on your door and ringing the bell on top of that Storm, your beautifully dumb puppy, joined in on the chaos. You angrily opened up the door to see a drunk Thomas on your door.
“Thomas, what happened?” you asked carefully, looking at the fragile condition of the man. He just nodded, unwilling to say anything. You opened the door to let him in, asking him to make himself comfortable on the couch. You closed the door, taking a deep breath, preparing yourself before facing your fuck buddy.
“I do not know Y/N and do not know what to do. Everything is eating me alive. I am drowning in responsibilities and disappointments. Who would have thought, when I was in Afghanistan, I didn’t even know I would make it out alive, eh, and that was a war zone, but this real world is sucking up my blood.” Thomas opened up.
“Thomas, I don’t know what to say,” you answered honestly, not knowing what to say to the man.
“Don’t say anything, darling, just sit by me”, Tommy replied.
“Thomas, you need sleep.”
“No, I just need you.”
“Thomas… you are not in the right place, emotionally. Sex is not the answer to your existential crisis.”
“You are right,” Thomas sniffed.
“But you do need some sleep.”
“No, I just need to be with you”, Thomas confessed.
You pulled him up from the couch, guiding him to your bedroom, Storm following you inside.
You ask Thomas to change his clothes, handing him his pyjamas, one of the several clothing items he left to mark his territory over you like some animal.
You sat down, your mind reeling from the confession. For you, Thomas was an amazingly handsome and nice dude you fucked regularly, but you knew nothing about the man you shared your bed and body with. Ironically, you didn’t even ask for his last name. You were getting really good sex with no codependency, possessiveness and the emotional shit.
Sure, it was your personal choice because you didn’t have time or patience for a relationship then. Moving to Birmingham was stressful, and your new job took up the rest of your time. So, you just decided to have a casual relationship with a dude you met in a pub, mostly because he didn’t give off creepy vibes. Still, after eight months of settling in this city and finally having enough time, you decided to go out on dates. And thus, your casual relationship had dwindled. You knew you had to bite the bullet and break it off with Thomas, but after seeing his delicate emotional state, you decided to postpone ‘the talk’.
Thomas joined you in the bed, putting his head on your lap and sighing peacefully. You ran your fingers in his hair, lulling him to peaceful sleep. His outburst confirmed one thing, you had some feelings for him. Now all he needed was to build up on those feelings, to implant a part of him within you, and his seed would tie you to him evermore.
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Entrapment - Chapter 10 (Remoulding)
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18 +
You cooked some spicy gram flour dumplings you had been craving all day. You were sitting in the dining hall. Thomas came and joined you. He sat opposite you, his face not revealing anything that he was thinking, his blue eyes observing you.
“I made it. You want to have some?” you asked him, offering some dumplings dipped in curry. He nodded. You served a tiny portion of spicy dumplings and a whole lot of rice, knowing he could not handle a spicy dish. You told him to pace himself.
He took a bite, and his face turned redder than the beetroot.
“What the fuck is this?”
“Spices, Thomas”
“How can you eat this? I need water, no, I need milk, fuck” he exclaimed.
“Frances, Mary, anyone, could you get me some milk” Thomas shouted like a toddler.
Mary came running with a glass of milk. Thomas snatched it and drank it whole in a gulp. You smirked, seeing the feared gangster of Birmingham tear up because of spices.
He looked at you incredulously when he saw you eat the same dish without even breaking a sweat.
“What? I had a craving…Also, you know that I don’t like bland foods. I like spicy stuff, “ you explained. His face softened. He ate the food you served, but with a lot of water.
“I want to discuss a few things with you, Thomas.”
He gestured for Mary to leave.
“Tell me, darling, what do you need?”
“Firstly, I hope you know I won’t be quitting my job” He nodded. He knew how fiercely independent you were. Making you quit your job won’t do him any favours.
“Secondly, I would like for us to maintain a strict schedule with Charlie. He needs stability. We need to meet with his paediatrician and check his growth and get his vaccines, and I want to get him tested for allergies and some usual kid stuff. Additionally, Aaliyah has been working overtime, and her Masters is suffering. Could you compensate her for the time?”
You listed your requirements. He kept staring, listening to you, observing you. He felt pride fill his heart. You were extraordinary. You had taken everything in stride, not an evil bone in your body. You had taken your responsibilities as a stepmother more seriously than Grace ever did as a mother. You weren’t shallow. You never played him, never had an agenda. You were simply you.
Thomas was busy in his thoughts, his eyes taking you in, his wife, the queen of Birmingham.
Storm came thundering inside the dining hall towards you. You smiled brightly, genuine happiness adorning your face.
“Hi, baby, how was your day? Did you enjoy the grounds?” you squeaked in high pitch. Storm excitedly licked your face very cautiously, his paws on your thighs, offering you all the kisses you missed. He may also have smelled food…
He saw Thomas. Storm went and greeted him, too, trying to swindle some food from him.
Thomas called Frances. By then, Storm decided he had had enough of the Shelby. He greeted Frances, who petted him before addressing her employer. Storm sat down by your side, his head on your lap, giving you puppy dog eyes, damn those eyes.
“Has Storm had his dinner, eh?”
“Yes, Mr Shelby, Storm has eaten. Would you like me to get you something?”
“No, I am good.”
“Mrs Sh…Y/N, would you like something?”
“No, thank you so much, Frances.”
Thomas relieved Frances for the day. You got a message from Aaliyah.
“Thomas… let’s go and say good night to Charlie. He has been fed and bathed, and it’s his bedtime in a few minutes…”
He nodded and followed you and Storm.
You knocked on Charlie’s door, and Aaliyah opened it, surprised to see you both.
“Mr and Mrs Shelby…”
“Aaliyah, we came to say good night to Charlie..”
She nodded and opened the door widely. Charlie was standing in his crib, clearly cranky.
“Oh, hello Charlie…” you greeted the toddler. His attention was on the giant dog.
“This is Storm…” you introduce them.
“Omm”, he exclaims.
Storm got excited, his tail wagging enthusiastically.
Thomas picked him up, kissing his cheeks, murmuring hello. Charlie leaned on his father, clearly exhausted from the day.
You felt like you were intruding on a very personal moment between a father and son. When Charlie fell asleep, Thomas put him in his crib. Storm whined because he didn’t get to play with the tiny human…
You shushed Storm, letting him out of the room. He trotted away to your room.
“Aaliyah, could you wait for us in the sitting room?” you asked. She left hurriedly.
“Thomas…stop scaring her”
“How am I scaring her?”
“Could you smile a little bit… put her at ease…”
“If you say so, darling.” you rolled your eyes at the moniker.
You joined Aaliyah in the sitting room. She looked fidgety.
“Aaliyah, there is no need to be nervous”, you smiled.
“Give us a schedule that works for you…and if you need additional help, let me know”, Tommy addressed her. You glared at him, “…please” Thomas added reluctantly like a scolded child.
“Yes, Mr Shelby…”
“Aaliyah.. if you need anything, reach out to Polly. We support education. Shelby Foundation will sponsor your studies.” Tommy informed. Aaliyah’s scared expression turned grateful. She had never had a chat with Tommy Shelby for more than five minutes that didn’t feature Charlie—seeing this different, approachable side of Tommy made her at ease. Every employee in the house had pointed it out, but she’d never seen it, but tonight she saw a man who had changed for the better, the woman responsible for this change wasn’t even aware of it.
His wife had made lives better for people before she came to this manor. You weren’t even aware of the role you played as a catalyst for so many changes around Tommy. A man who was feared and respected had become loveable for the people of Birmingham, all thanks to a bird named Y/N Y/L/N.
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Entrapment - 3 (Delirium)
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Warnings - 18+
You had woken up from your nap abruptly only to find Thomas fucking you from behind, his hand between your legs drawing circles on your clit with varied force.
“Good morning, Thomas.”
Thomas Shelby was startled but not discouraged. He pulled out his cock, glistening with your cum, and pushed you on your back while he travelled down south. He grabbed your legs and positioned them on his shoulders and his face between your thighs. He begins feasting on you.
“That’s my cunt. Say it,” Thomas exclaims as he cups your pussy.
“Yes, yes, it is yours.”
“Cum for me”
“Thomas…please, no more.”
“I give the orders here, so if I say cum, you cum”
“I can’t…. It hurts…”
“Darling, you squirted only twice. I need you to drench me, darling.” Thomas's unrelenting torture continued; he kept flicking your clit with his tongue while his expert fingers fucked the daylights out of you. You pulled his hair while your thighs squeezed around his head and your hips bucked against his face. He grabbed both of your hands. While his other hand pried open your thighs. Thomas snarled like an animal, not letting you move away from him. That man was eating you like a five-course meal. Your legs were shaking, but he kept going, eating you out, not stopping. He kept going. Thomas was not stopping, and he had done that twice before. You kept drenching his face, something he enjoyed. You were here squirting a third time, but he didn’t stop but kept lapping up. He kept licking your folds, lightly nipping your oversensitive clit. You were squealing from pleasure.
“Thomas, please, please, stoppp…I just can’t.”
He took mercy on you, crawled up your body, and positioned his cock between your pussy.
“Thomas, don’t forget the condom”, you reminded him. He rolled his eyes but got up and handed you a glass of water, a glass of water he laced with low dosage of Rohypnol. He pretended to grab the foil packet. He saw you down the whole glass. Thomas smirked.
“Want some more water, darling?”
“Nah.. I am good. Come back to me.” You said while playing with yourself, your hand between your thighs, rubbing your clit desperately, and simultaneously cupping yourself.
He could not deny your request. He settled between your sprawled-out thighs.
“Eh, that’s my cunt, only I get to play with that,” Thomas claimed in his Brummie accent.
He loved your submissive nature. His urge to own you quadruples every time he sees you.
He grabbed your hips, angled his rock-hard cock and pushed into you all at once. You both moaned together.
“This condom feels amazing. We should use this from now on.” Thomas agreed deviously.
Thomas grabbed your breasts, kneading them gently. He then moved on to your nipples, bent down and sucked one while rubbing and tweaking your hard bud. When he had given proper attention to both, he looked up to see you disoriented and moaning. He began his punishing pace, pounded you like an animal, his cock brushing against your g-spot. All you could do was moan.
“How is your cunt so tight, eh? I just stretched it on my fingers,”
His balls slapping against your hips rhythmically.
Thomas pulled out his cock, making you whine with need. He proceeded to slap your pussy as punishment for whining. He turned you over, draped his body over yours and pushed his cock inside your inviting pussy. He was mounting you like a stallion. His hips began to thrust into you furiously, driving his cock into your quivering folds. He could feel you cum, your pussy grabbing his cock, sucking him inside you. As soon as he felt you cum, he exploded inside you. His seed painting your insides. He pulled out slowly, grabbing his phone. He recorded as his cum leaked out of your puffy pussy. He could feel himself growing hard again. He was ready for another round of pounding.
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Your doctor had found something, and she wanted some tests done. You were dumbfounded. You were having dizzying spells, not too bad but bad enough for you to believe that something was off.
When the doctor declared you were pregnant, you were in shock, unable to comprehend anything. Seeing your reaction Dr Patel handed you some leaflets, and you took them, shoving them down the purse, trying really hard to listen to her. She was saying something about an ultrasound. You just nodded, thanked her and left. You were roaming the streets aimlessly. Condoms were 98% effective, and you were in the 2%.
This could not be happening now. You were a Senior Marketing Executive on track to becoming Marketing Director soon. Fuck that, your parents would kill you, sure, not really, but their disappointment, that would kill you. They were already peeved that you were living in Birmingham.
Were you even fit to be a parent mentally? You were sure as hell were not ready.No, no, no…. You could not have a baby, not with your fuck buddy. You could practically see your mother’s disappointed face. You knew nothing about him other than the fact that he had a job and was a veteran. Should you tell Thomas? He deserved to know. You were going to tell him that you are not keeping it. You just didn’t need the hassle, not now and maybe ever. You hadn’t given a fucking thought about kids. Sure, you thought they were cute, but from a distance.
Finn called Tommy when he saw you going to the Hospital. Tommy dialled his contact at the hospital. His contact at the hospital had disclosed what he had already known. Finally, his plan was coming to fruition.
Tommy was sure of it when he saw Storm, your giant dumb puppy, following you everywhere, unwilling to leave you, laying his head on your tummy whenever you sat down.
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Facade
Desperate and on her last leg, Y/N needs a job, she is willing to do anything for that, and Thomas Shelby will do everything to her.
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“I saw your résumé, Miss Y/L/N. You don’t have the required qualifications or the relevant experience for this job.” Thomas Shelby said while observing the latest candidate for the bookkeeper job.
“I know that, Mr Shelby, but I am a quick learner, diligent, and most of all, honest.” You reply, trying to appear confident, but Thomas sees through your act.
“Are you willing to do anything for this job?” Thomas asked, wording it carefully.
You nod eagerly, willing to try anything for this job. You had student loans and responsibilities, and this job was your last resort. Tommy knew that too. Your back was against the wall.
Thomas Shelby was an engaged man to the woman he loved, Grace Burgess, but his love life was boring. But then you show up, looking all Bambi-esque, and he felt the thrill he hadn’t felt in a while. His cock stirred when he saw you come in. He knew he hit the gold mine when he saw you were unsuitable yet desperate for the job. He was willing to risk it all to have you.
“Okay. Get down on your knees.”
“I am sorry…?”
“You need this job, so get down on your knees, unzip my trousers, and suck my cock.” Thomas Shelby ordered.
You felt embarrassed, embarrassed enough to consider his order for the job. You got down on your knees in front of him. Unzipped his trousers, you pulled out his already hardened cock. You licked his cock like a popsicle, trying to copy what you saw in porn years ago. Tommy groaned. You stopped to look at him, his cock halfway inside your mouth, fearing that you might be doing something wrong. Tommy Shelby pushed your head, making you choke on his cock, your head bobbing, understanding the assignment. He was bigger than the men you’d been. You continued to lick and suck his cock, while you used your hand to play with his balls, which he loved judging by how his breath hitched and his moans became louder. Your eyes were all watery due to the strain in your throat. You kept at it, pushing his cock as much as possible without your gag reflex taking over, but Tommy had none of it. He shoved your head down his cock feeling your throat constrict around him, and he could feel you trying to heave. He grabbed your neck, angling it so he could look at your wrecked face.
“Look at me.”
You looked up at him with your teary eyes and cock-full. The sight was enough for Tommy to cum harder than ever.
“Swallow it, don’t let a single drop waste.”
You gulped his salty seed as much as possible, but his cum flow didn’t stop. You felt like you were drowning. However, it did end when Tommy grew extra sensitive and pulled his limp cock out of your mouth.
You got up and grabbed a tissue from the purse, trying to wipe away the evidence of debauchery.
“You are hired, Ms Y/N, but your responsibilities will include keeping me happy. I will add some bonus for your extra work.”
You nodded. You were second-guessing your decision to take this job.
“I would also like your panties, Ms Y/L/N.”
“Why?”
“Because I am your boss, and I said so.”
You go towards the exit, hoping to peel off your drenched panties in dignity, something you no longer have.
“Do it here.”
You pulled down your panties, handing them over to Thomas Shelby. He grabs it eagerly and sniffs it, basking in your essence. His cock was hard again.
You were watching him with bewilderment.
“Pull up your skirt.”
“Yes, sir”
“Sir, I like that. Pull up your skirt and bend down on the table.”
You followed his instructions. Your glistening folds were at eye level of Tommy Shelby. He pushed his index and middle finger inside your wet cunt. Your cunt soaking his fingers with your slick, he pulled them out, licking your arousal from his fingers.
“You have a juicy cunt, darling. On top of that, it tastes like fucking ambrosia.”
Suddenly, he got up, teasing your clit with his hard cock. You mewled. He then penetrated your cunt, not giving you time to adjust to his size. He was fully sheathed inside you. He pulled out entirely, leaving his tip inside you and thrust into you again with vigour, your thighs and hips banging against the wood, the rough pace hurting your body from the outside and pleasuring you from the inside. You braced yourself against the desk, but Tommy had none of it. He grabbed your hands and pushed them behind you, using them as an anchor to pound into you like a starved man.
“This cunt is Thomas Shelby’s property, and no man is allowed inside”, He hissed.
“Yes….sir”, you moaned.
“Your salary has just been doubled, your position will be consultant, and it comes with double the salary of a bookkeeper. You will work with me in any capacity necessary. That includes being my stress reliever.” Tommy declared while being balls deep inside you and his other hand torturing your clit, rubbing and pinching it. You cried out loudly. Tommy was thankful that nobody was in the betting shop to hear depraved sounds from the friction.
“Cum over my cock, aah…cum for me”, Tommy shouted, and you came. Your body was following the orders of Tommy Shelby. Your tight cunt constricted around his cock, your hot, wet cunt, pulling him in. You felt his thrusts becoming sloppier and rougher. His cock swelled up inside you, releasing his seed inside your willing cunt. He kept thrusting in you lazily, trying to empty his seed. He pulled his cock out and slapped your cunt, garnering a squeak from you.
“Be here at nine sharp, no panties and in a dress.”
“Yes, sir”, you moaned lazily, still on his desk while his seed leaked out of your cunt, pooling on the ground. You collected yourself, got up and booked an uber to take you home. While Tommy sat in the chair and planned what all he was going to do to you. He was going to have to mirror your phone, after all, you were his latest investment.
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Entrapment - 2 (Fortuitous)
Description - 18+. Badly written Smut. I am not responsible for your content consumption. Non-Con and Dub-Con
Thomas Shelby woke up to find you dozed off, your fingers in his hair. He stroked your face, his fingers tracing your cheeks. He wanted to steal you away, keep you safe in Arrow House, away from the dark world you unknowingly face.
He got up from your lap, cogs turning in his brain. Thomas let Storm out of your bedroom, not wanting the giant dog to witness the sinful deeds he planned on doing to you.
He knew you were sleeping and could be confused easily, and if he convinced you for a pity fuck, you wouldn’t deny him. You never denied him the pleasure of your body. And he knew his not-so-fake meltdown was anything to go by. You would gladly let him take you. Today, he was so fucking thankful that he knew you were not on birth control. If everything went according to the plan, you wouldn’t know anything until it was too late, and even if it didn’t, he would find another way to knock you up.
Thomas Shelby came back to your lap with the sole purpose of taking. He would mark your body with his seed.
He began kissing your neck, nibbling it gently, coaxing you to wake up enough for him to fuck you to sleep. You moaned in your sleep, Tommy knew what buttons to push to keep you satiated and pliant, but tonight, he wanted to ravage you, the new beginnings for Tommy fucking Shelby.
You woke up when you felt Thomas kissing your cheek. Your sleep-addled brain was messing with you, and you woke up horny and needy. You hadn’t had sex in weeks, and your body was certainly craving some release. You opened your eyes groggily, and you could see the outline of Thomas.
“Thomas, I don’t think it’s a good idea,” you murmured blearily.
“Darling, you have been on my mind. I need you, Y/N,” Tommy confessed earnestly.
“Are you sure? I don’t want to take advantage.”
Tommy Shelby chuckled out loud, fuck, you were so innocent. How in the world was a kitten like you not already snatched up by the evil men of this world? You were a perfect mix of innocent and kinky, and Thomas Shelby was going to claim you as his own, parade you to the world, and let the men know you were his and only his.
“I am taking your advantage, Y/N.”
You got goosebumps when he confessed that there was some cold hard truth, and your conscience warned you, but your body had its own ideas.
“Thomas….”
“Do you even know what you do to me when you speak my name like that, eh? You silly little kitten.” He said as he grabbed your hand and pushed it against his crotch, his obvious erection. You felt his hard length, and to tease him, you grabbed him.
“You have become naughty.”
“Uh huh… Thomas, I need you.”
You removed your t-shirt, throwing it away impatiently. Thomas quickly peeled off your PJs, and your panties were next to go. He grabbed your panties and got up to stash them in his trousers.
“Stop stealing my panties, Thomas. That is not very gentlemanly.” You scold playfully.
“I am not a gentleman, darling. And I don’t want you wearing panties, and I like you bare, ready to take me, at a moment’s notice. So, I am going to keep your panties as a souvenir.”
You got up, pushing him towards the wall, kissing him passionately for igniting a fire in your body that only he could satiate. While your lips were moving against each other’s, Thomas flipped you, pushing your back into the wall, and kneeled to inspect his effect on your body.
He licked the swollen clit teasingly. Thomas pushed his middle finger and ring finger inside you.
“Did I make you this wet, kitten, eh?”
He pulled his hand from your needy pussy and looked down at his glistening palm and fingers.
“Please, don’t stop, Thomas”, you whined, your hips rocking in desperation. He grabbed your ass and angled your pussy towards his mouth. He sucked your overly sensitive clit, forcing you to open up.
He pushed your left leg over his shoulder to gain more access to your inviting pussy. His tongue invaded your wet pussy. Thomas slurped your arousal like the thirsty pervert he was.
The loudest moans fell from your lips, but he wanted you to scream louder. Thomas used his fingers and tongue to rile you up. You were in the throes of passion, failing to grab onto the wall because your hands were busy holding onto Thomas’ hair, and you felt weak in your knees. Thomas was licking and sucking your clit while fucking you roughly with his thick fingers.
He grabbed both your hands, pulling them away from his hair.
“I want you to cum in my mouth, don’t hold back, Y/N. Do you understand that, eh?” Thomas demanded, his cornflower blue eyes almost black, his pupils dilated with arousal. You nodded eagerly. He returned to lapping your wetness, his tongue slurping arousal from your folds. Thomas diverted his attention towards your clit while his fingers were pounding into you. He soon found your g-spot, redirecting his fingers to attack it. He could feel your legs shaking. You were close, and he pushed you to climax, not stopping with his attack on clit and pussy. But Thomas needed you pliant for his plan to work.
He didn’t stop. You pulled his hair, too overstimulated and out of your fucking horny mind. You couldn't close your thighs around his head with your leg suspended on his shoulder. Your body was convulsing from overstimulation while your cries echoed through the apartment, loud enough for the whole fucking building to hear.
He pushed two fingers into your convulsing pussy, curled them and rapidly attacked your g-spot, grazing it right to push you into another orgasm.
You cried out again. You felt your legs falling open and your hips bucking into his face. You clamped his hair tighter as you tried to pull him closer, and suddenly, you wanted to push him away. Thomas grabbed your hands and pushed them away; he was a man on a mission. He was not done yet. He was sure you were not done either, you tried to move away from him, but he grabbed your thighs.
Thomas knew you were on the verge of squirting. You always started resisting him when you were close to a squirting orgasm. And lo and behold, you squirted right in his face while he continued to lap up in your arousal. You were whimpering pathetically. After that climax, you were exhausted, and his plan's next stage was in order.
Thomas got up from his knees, cupped your face, and kissed you roughly, letting you taste yourself. He then held you, seeing as your legs were still shaking. You were overstimulated, your orgasm still coursing through you.
He guided you to the bed. You were on your bed spread eagle for Thomas to take what he wanted.
“Thomas, please fuck me,” you asked him in your orgasmic haze.
“Oh darling, I am going to fuck you good, eh. Don’t you worry, your little head.” Tommy smirked.
He took off his PJs quickly. Thomas tugged his cock to relieve some pressure. Thomas Shelby knew you would not be cognitive enough after three orgasms to notice the difference between his cum and your arousal. He settled between your legs, pushing his cock against your clit, teasing you before the main event. He then pushed his cock between your folds, breaching your pussy.
“Thomas, condom….” You mumbled fuzzily.
“Yes, darling, don’t you worry about that.”
He pushed his cock inside you entirely, and you moaned. You were still not used to the size of his cock. Fuck, it had been so long. His cum laden balls were eager for some release. Thomas began thrusting into you. He grabbed your legs and positioned them over his chest to get a better angle, his hips thrusting into your wet pussy roughly, your insides were on fire in the most delicious way, and Thomas was enjoying your tight pussy, the way it was grabbing his cock.
“Should’ve fucked you like this from the beginning.” He mumbled.
Your pussy was grabbing his cock like a vice. He knew you were close to cumming again, so to speed up the process, Thomas Shelby anchored your legs on his waist while he leaned down to lick and suckle on your tits and played with your hardened buds while pounding into your pussy. As soon as he felt you cum again, his resolve broke. He spilt his cum inside your pussy, marking it. He kept pumping into you, letting your body take his seed. He was not expecting to pump so much of his cum inside you, but he hadn’t had a release in a while, and he was going to keep fucking you while you were asleep. Thomas Shelby knew you were already tuckered out and sleeping. But his heavy balls meant he was not done, and your pliant but welcoming body would have a long night ahead.
He took your body three times while you were asleep, pumping his cum inside you every single time, plugging you up with his cock, so his seed couldn’t escape. He fucked you raw and rough till his balls were drained fully. He knew you wouldn’t question the wetness between your thighs. You’ll believe it was your arousal. But he still cleaned you up, not wanting you to find his cum stains on your bed.
Thomas fucking Shelby won’t let you leave him, not now, not ever.
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Facade - Chapter 2 (Sinning)
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Your consultative work with Thomas Shelby included getting fucked anywhere and anytime. He had fucked you when he wanted and wherever he wanted, his greedy hands pawing at you. He bought an apartment to keep you, and you were his Monday to Friday all day to let out his frustrations, to try every deviant act he conjures up...
“I am sending Danny to pick you up in an hour” that was all he said when he called at 5 a.m. ruining your peaceful slumber and raising your anxiety levels.
Was he finally going to fire you, relieve you of your duties or demote you? The questions swirling in your mind, expecting the worst to come.
So, here you were on a Saturday, waiting for Thomas Shelby in the church where his wedding is supposed to occur today. You were practically nodding off on the pew when you heard footsteps and gathered yourself for the inevitable.
Thomas Shelby, the devil himself, dressed in his three-piece suit and peaky hat, his eyes were glimmering with desire.
“Do you know what my first thought was this morning?” He asked sarcastically, sizing you up. He could practically taste your nervousness.
“No, sir”
“I have never sinned in God’s house.”
You were appalled and turned on at the same time. You gulp harshly and look around to check if any nuns or priests heard this blasphemous statement.
“Don’t worry. No one is here. I paid them to fuck off till 10.”
You nod timidly.
“Are you wearing any panties?”
“No, sir.”
“Good girl. Now sit on the altar. I will need to inspect that claim.”
You follow the instructions. Thomas Shelby follows you and forces your legs open when you sit on the altar, standing between them. He shoves his middle finger and ring finger inside you, eliciting a loud moan from your lips.
“Is this all for me?”
“It’s always for you, sir.” He pulls them out and licks them hungrily.
“On this altar today, first, I am going to worship you, and then I am going to abuse your cunt. After that, you will confess your sins of seducing an engaged man while I ruin you from the inside.”
Your cunt gripped his thick fingers tight, his words egging you.
“You like the idea, don’t you” He smiles wickedly.
Thomas kneels in front of you. His hot breath on your wet slit increases your desperation. He teasingly licks your clit. You spread your legs as much as you can. You bring your knees to the chest, your cunt on the altar's edge and in his face. He traces your wet folds with his tongue while his hands find your bra-less but clothed breasts, kneading them forcefully, his fingers tugging your nipples. You grind against his face greedily, and his grip on your breasts tightens up.
Meanwhile, he is tongue fucking you, his lips sucking the hell out of your clit, his tongue exploring your insides intimately while you wreath in pleasure. You grab his hair, shoving his face in your cunt. He kept fucking you with his tongue like a starved man. You were on the verge of cumming, but he stopped suddenly, taking out his white handkerchief and pushing it under you.
“Cum on my handkerchief, darling. I want to taste and smell you all day.”
He went back to licking, sucking and nipping your clit while his fingers fucked you. He found your g-spot and relentlessly stimulated it with his dexterous fingers, which made you squirt, your cum drenching his handkerchief and his face, coat and waistcoat.
Thomas got up, took off his cap and undid his coat, waistcoat, shirt, belt and trousers while you took off your dress and threw it in the heap of Thomas’s clothes. He stood before you naked with the belt in his hand. He wraps the belt around his hand and strikes it down gently and repeatedly on your swollen clit, and you cry out in pain and pleasure, the sensation jolting another orgasm out of you.
He does not wait for your orgasm to die down. He pushes your body on the altar, grabs your hips, and pushes his thick mushroom head inside you, feeling your cunt gripping his cock. His body was hovering over yours.
“Look at me, look me in the eyes”, he demands as he thrusts roughly to make his point. You look at him reluctantly, feeling shy and on display.
“Look what you make me do. Here I am sinning for you. How does that make you feel, eh?” He asks while railing your cunt into next week, his thick and hard cock, thrusting into you, pounding your poor pussy, making you wetter by the second, your arousal dripping down his ball sac.
He pulls his cock out fully, pulls you to the ground and then bends you over the altar before snapping his hips and splitting you open on his cock. Your warm, tight and lovely cunt wrapped around his cock.
“Answer me” he thrusts into you again, changing his angle ever so slightly to nudge against your g-spot.
“Proud”
Your answer increased the frenzy in Thomas’s body. He grabbed your ass and started fucking into you like a madman.
“I am going to cum inside you, and you’re going to sit with my seed inside you in this church while I say my vows, got it?”
“Yes, sir”
“Good girl”
He began rubbing your clit while pounding your cunt. Your moans filled up the church, your cunt grabbing his cock tightly. He came inside you, his cum splattered in your warm pussy.
He pulled out his cock, still not satisfied. His balls still felt full. Seeing you bent over the altar, his cock stirred again. He grabbed your arm and took you to the confessional, where he sat down and made you sit on his lap. He enters your quivering cunt again roughly. With His hand between your legs, rubbing your clit.
“Confess your sins to me, Y/N,” he spoke seductively in your ear.
“Please…I can’t. It's too much,” you beg.
“Confess how you made me stray from my soon-to-be wife,” he shouted, pushing into you.
“I made you stray from your wife”, he thrusts into you again.
“Good girl, now, apologize for making me cum inside your cunt and not in my fiancé daily,” Tommy ordered.
“I am sorry that you cum inside me and not inside your wife every day” Thomas increases his thrusts, his cock violating your cunt, your overly sensitive cunt.
“I will fill you with my cum till you’re swollen with my child. I will keep filling you up with my seed.”
“Please, sir….”
“Cum for me now,” he ordered, and your body followed his orders. You came hard… Your mind detached from your body, your legs shaky, and your cunt plugged by Thomas. He kept fucking into you, your cunt pulsating while he kept assaulting your clit. You try to get away from him. It was too much. You were too sensitive, and your cunt kept protesting.
“No, you sit here and take it. My lap is your throne. Don’t you ever forget that?”
He cums again, and you feel the warmth of his seed fill your cunt.
Thomas pulls out gently and guides you off his lap. You try to stand up, your feet wobbly, while Thomas observes the mess between your legs, observing his handiwork.
He guides you out of the confessional and near altar to where both your clothes were scattered. He hands you your dress, and you wear it slowly. He dresses up quickly.
Thomas Shelby kisses your head, breathing in your smell.
“Danny is going to take you to the hotel. I have booked a room for you there. I will see you at the reception, ok?” he orders softly. He sees you leave with Danny, trying to keep his cum from running down your legs. The sight makes him smirk.
Thomas Shelby was looking forward to fuck you during the reception and after on his wedding night… You probably won’t be able to walk straight for a while.
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Facade - Chapter 4 (Transgression)
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You felt all sweaty and sticky when you woke up. You got up from the bed, your body aching in all places, your pussy still throbbing. Thankfully, there was hot water for you to drench your body. You were surprised to find assorted soaps, lotions, oils and creams in their packaging in the bathroom, along with necessary toiletries. You brushed your teeth, mulling over the packed items. You knew Tommy didn’t use any of these. He barely used sunscreen. You needed something to moisturise your skin after a scalding hot shower, so you used them. You grabbed a bathrobe and wore it, knowing you didn’t have any clothes to change into.
You padded downstairs to find Thomas Shelby in his undershirt and shorts cutting up fruits, coffee brewing on the side. He looked up at you, frowning, his steely blue eyes filled with disappointment.
You sat down on the chair, grabbing an apple from the table. You bit into the juicy fruit, its juice travelling down your lips. Thomas left the kitchen island and marched towards you. He cupped your face, his lips licking yours.
You padded downstairs to find Thomas Shelby in his undershirt and shorts cutting up fruits, coffee brewing on the side. He looked up at you, frowning, his steely blue eyes filled with disappointment.
You sat down on the chair, grabbing an apple from the table. You bit into the juicy fruit, its juice travelling down your lips. Thomas left the kitchen island and marched towards you. He cupped your face, his lips licking yours.
“What did I say about clothes?”
“Not to wear any, sir.”
“Why are you wearing a bathrobe.”
“I felt a bit cold.”
“If you feel cold, come to me. I have ways to warm you up.”
You just nodded.
He pushed the plate of cut fruits and toast in front of you. Thomas got you freshly pressed orange juice as well.
“Eat. You’ll need all the strength. You need to be punished for not listening.”
You gulped, your pussy throbbing with excitement.
Thomas ate your pussy like a ravenous man in the kitchen. You were his breakfast. He kept pulling orgasm out of you, leaving you oversensitive and with unsteady legs. He ordered you to go to the bedroom and wait for him. Your thoughts running miles a minute, your core pulsating with desire.
He entered the room and ordered you to undress and lay on the bed. He opened the walk-in closet and got handcuffs and a spreader bar. Your breath hitched, and he stalked towards you like a panther. He grabbed both of your hands and pushed them above your head.
Thomas anchored the handcuffs in the headboard and cuffed your hands. He then took the spreader bar and cuffed your legs. Thomas pushes your legs far away from each other. You were spread eagle on the bed spreader bar holding you in a vulnerable position. Your drenched folds exposed for Thomas Shelby to see. He hovers over your side in the bed, inspecting his plaything, his fucktoy, his cocksleeve, his precious secret.
“You need to learn to obey me, darling. The deal is that you belong to me. My property. No one touches my property, not even you.” He tells you in his husky voice as his lips lick your nipples one by one. He kneads your breasts, touching them, feeling them, holding them, licking them. He takes off his undershirt and shorts and grabs the spreader bar, and pushes it over his head, situating himself between your legs while the spreader bar keeps you open for him.
“You are mine”, he states loud enough for you to hear. You swallow in your fear.
“Do you feel helpless?”
You nod nervously.
“That is how I feel when I can’t feel you. This cunt is mine, and you are mine.” He says as he cups your pussy. His fingers breach your cunt while his thumb plays with your clit. You moan loudly. Your cunt contracting around his thick fingers, his thumb taunting your sensitive clit over and over again.
After getting you to cum twice on his fingers, Thomas decided to shove his cock in your pulsating cunt, feeling your orgasm before he pounds your pussy. Your walls hugging his cock and sucking him in. He kept his composure, but when your tight, velvety wet cunt was too much to handle, he released his animalistic growl before grabbing your hips and fucking into you with his hard and thick cock. He kept thrusting against your g-spot. He knew how to keep you cumming for him.
His cock sliding in and out of your wet, tight, and inviting heaven. He brought his hand between your legs, playing with your clit, twisting it, rubbing it and playing with it while rearranging your insides with his thrusts. You were cumming the fourth time when he spilt his seed inside you. Thomas Shelby was still hard, and he kept thrusting in you slowly.
You looked in his lustful blue eyes. You were stunned by his still-hard cock.
Seeing the questioning look on your face, Thomas chuckled. He had taken Viagra just to punish your insolence. He had swiped the bottle from Arthur and wanted to dabble with it. He definitely didn’t need it when he was with you, but to see you walk side to side this whole week was worth swallowing that pill. You were overstimulated from cumming, and he wasn’t going to stop just yet.
“A little pill can do wonders” Thomas quipped smirkingly.
“Please, I can’t take it anymore” you begged.
“I don’t care” Thomas pulled his hard cock out of you. And pulled himself outside the spreader bar boundary. He got up and took off one of the cuffs, unanchoring you from the headboard. He moved towards your spread legs and pushed the spreader bar to your chest. Your knees bent, leaving your cum leaking cunt bared to Thomas fucking Shelby.
“Bring you hands here”, he ordered. You resisted a little. Thomas then proceeded to cuff your hands to the spreader bar. Your hand and legs tied to the spreader bar, making Tommy’s cock jolt.
He couldn’t wait anymore. Needing to be inside you, he slid inside your warm walls, his hard cock, feeling your tight cunt consume his being. You were tied up, helpless, you were so fucking sensitive, you didn’t even know whether you stopped cumming or not. You cunt gripping his cock like a vice. Thomas Shelby kept you impaled on his cock, pushing, pounding inside you. Your arms and legs felt numb. Tommy took off your restraints and pushed you to your side. He fitted himself behind you, his legs between your legs, his cock thrusting inside you, keeping you plugged up with his cock, his cum leaking out after thrust. You were getting drowsy, but that didn’t stop Thomas Shelby from taking you, his fingers torturing your nipples, your clit, anything that might make you cum. His teeth scraped your neck and shoulder while he fucked you wildly from behind. His thrusts never faltered. He was a teenage boy on cocaine. He kept fucking you while you were asleep, his cock situated inside you, painting your insides with his seed while your body kept writhing at his demanding pace.
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Fawn - Introduction
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Request - y/n has financial problems and need to work as a dancer for money, but she's virgin, so she never had sex with her clients. She's a catholic girl whose lives in the church for charity, thomas is going to find that out and use that as a weapon to have her all to himself.
“Who’s the new dancer?” Tommy asked his brothers casually while surveying their exclusive club slash strip club.
John turned around to see the direction his brother was staring at…
“That’s Serene… our newest addition.” Arthur replied.
“She has been raking in blokes left and right just from dancing.” John added.
“What do you mean?” Tommy’s eyes narrowed.
“She came here looking for a job, but she’s not a seasoned stripper, she is just a shy girl trying to run away from something…” Arthur commented.
“Bring her to me after her shift is done,” Tommy dictates.
“Tommy…” Arthur tries to intervene, not wanting to send lamb to the lion, but his protest deflated as soon as he saw the determined look in Tommy’s eyes.
“I will send her,” John Shelby added eagerly, trying to diffuse the situation.
Arthur was protective of you. You reminded him of all innocent and shy kid he was before it got ripped away. He could see the world had not been easy on you, despite your shy smile. The big brother in him was protective of you, which is why he didn’t ask you to strip, even after several patrons requested that. You had requested a simple dancing job during the interview. He snorted in amusement, but your pleading eyes convinced him to let you just dance for money. Arthur Shelby had thrown men out for making you nervous.
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