#cillian murphy x woc reader

[i-try-to-write-stuff]

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Cillian did not have a public social accounts but he did have accounts on IG, Tiktok, Snapchat and whatever social platform you were on as a means to keep an eye on you. He even set up a google alert for your name, his obsession intensified with each new picture you posted, with each new video you posted, with each new interview of you. Cillian even followed your friends both celebrity and non-celebrity friends.

When Cillian saw the dreaded video of you on the red carpet with Noah and Tarzan giving all the paparazzi new material to create buzz around you and your co-stars, atleast that is what he believed. All the gossip rags were guessing who you were dating, some kept insisting you were kind of some thing called a throuple.

He obsessively watched your interviews and notcied what everyne was seeing, the obvious chemistry and intimacy among you three, like the three of you were in some sort of a private joke that the world was not privy to, he was not privy to, he wanted what you had with Noah and Tarzan and something more than that.

Just a little blurb for you guys.

[deceitfuldevout]

A Woman Like You

Tommy Shelby x WOC!Reader

Word Count: +1,215

Warning(s): Angst, Sexist remarks, Societal pressure, Sterotypes.

Author's note(s): I've recently been using writing as a form of therapy. This goes to all the ladies that can relate.

You've fallen head over heels for Tommy Shelby, but now you're questioning if his intentions were sincere or not.

GIF by nofckingfighting

You made the mistake of falling in love. You should've seen the signs sooner. You started working at the Garrison as a bar maid with Grace, eventually moving up to being their sole entertainment. You were an exotic bird who had caught to wandering eyes of drunken Englishmen. Some folks would say you had these men in a trance, with your rare features and seductive mannerisms. Some even say you're a witch. But there was only one person who saw you for you. Tommy Shelby.

It was refreshing, being seen as a soft, delicate thing. His demeanor would shift when talking to you. He's much kinder to you that with any of his men. That was until another, prettier face had caught his eye. You of all people knew the truth: Tommy Shelby would never love you. Instead he'd fallen for your coworker Grace. She's everything you weren't. That may have been the reason why. Of course, you should've seen the signs. How he'd look at her with such tenderness.

Eventually his entire personality completely changed with you. Perhaps they were his true colors. After her death, things went south. Tommy returned to you, but only for physical intimacy. He was rough, unapologetic, and at time, downright cruel. He hadn't spoke to you like a lady, with basic respect. It almost hurt knowing men will never speak to you with kind remarks. As soon as you found a better option, you let him know right away. When you close the pub for the last time, Tommy was there. It was strange, having an Englishman waste his previous time on foreign blood.

You turn around to find Tommy sitting on a barstool, not paying him mind. Then something strange happened. He isn't usually this tender, not even in private. So why on earth was he telling you to stay? After every humiliating thing he'd put you through. How Tommy would shimmy you off his arm in front of his business associates. It only got worse when he'd flirt with women right in front of you, then ask for a fuck because it was convenient. Perhaps it was the liquid courage, maybe even the hormones that made you tear up with anger. But for some reason, you wanted to let him know he hurt you, "Enough, Tom, you need to stop doing this,"

He tilts his head up, genuinely surprised that you'd spoken up. His eyelids are hooded, "If you've got something to say..." he lights up a cigarette, "...say it now," how predictable. Tommy's cruelty had no limits. You were tired of being his little plaything, "I deserve better than this, better than you," letting him know how you truly felt, "You're fucking selfish, you know that?" tears already streaming down both cheeks, "You could've told me you were seeing other women, Tom," your vision blurs. Tommy objected, "You knew who I was when you met me--"

"Yeah, yeah I thought I did, until you decided to to make an acceptation with that blonde whore!" you knew what it would take to get his blood boiling. You wanted to hurt him the same way he hurt you, "I've wasted most of my life waiting for you to love me back, I wasted my good years on a man who wouldn't care if I bled out on the floor!" voice now shaking. You were filled with regret, pain, and anger.

He doesn't even know what the weight of his words did to you, "I know how you English men see women like us, we're always sexually desired but never loved, enough for a good fuck but not enough to make a wife," a chuckle escapes your tips at the thought of it. How could he marry someone like you? His name and status that he's worked so hard for would be tainted. Because who could ever love a woman like you? He had the audacity to roll his eyes, "You were entertainment, to bring customers in," someone pretty enough to keep company around.

"Everything, Tom, everything I've been doing, the act, because I am not allowed the luxury of being seen as innocent," after pouring your heart out, he still hadn't believed you, "Don't act like you haven't been seeing other men," he scoffs. You started to laugh at that remark. Had he really been that clueless? Tears stream down both cheeks. You wipe at them, smearing your mascara, "Now that's incredible," a deep grunt is trapped in the back of your throat, "You really think I'm a whore, don't you?" in an almost hushed tone, "Tommy, you were my first and only, do you really not believe me?" nothing felt worse than being betrayed by the one you trust the most, "All I ever wanted was for you to love me," since the beginning you were there. Even when he was mourning Grace you were there to keep him comfort. How foolish of you.

"Now you never told me--"

"I know who you pretend I am, who you want me to be," you roll your eyes, sniffling for a moment, "I'm not like you Tom, I can't pass, I can't change the color of my skin or features-- I will never be the white woman you've always wanted me to be, the kind of woman you'd keep on your arm without feeling embarrassed, why can't you just accept that?" a faint pause, "You told me...you told me she wasn't your type," barely a whisper, "Was everything a lie?" when he doesn't say anything, it was the only answer you needed. At that moment you snapped, "Please! Look at me!" you smack his arm, "Tommy!" when he does you're given only a cold stare.

Of course, it was never going to be someone like you. There are tears brimming your eyes again. It hurts, knowing that you will always be second best. Always an option but never the first, "At first I was confused, your infatuation with Grace didn't make sense, and now I see that it never mattered who she was," your breath hitches for a moment, "You were always going to choose someone like her..." now rambling about the obvious, "Prettier, blonder...whiter," you taunt.

Each word felt like venom on your tongue. You should've been used to the poison by now, "You don't know how long it took for me to trust a man again, after the pain I've been through--women like me, Tom, we don't have pretty blue eyes that get us what we want, not without a price," that remark made your skin crawl, "Always the seductress, never seen as pure," a dark chuckle erupts, taking up all sound from the bar. Tommy only stares back at you, with that same cold expression. You lean against the counter, looking down at the wood before returning to glance at him, "Did you ever love me?"

If there's one thing about Tommy, is that he would never lie to you, "No," a short, simple answer. You give him a soft, faint smile. Saddened by the loss but also relieved that you were free at last, "Thank you," with that you left, never returning to the Garrison again.

[shelbydelrey]

Although not as egregious or serious as the literal abuse suffered by what it seems to be multiple women in the Cillian Murphy fandom, i've noticed his display of creepy behaviour here on the platform. I believe @mrkdvidal1989 became famous for his tirades against the character Grace Burgess from Peaky Blinders. He hijacked positive posts about her and gifsets where the character is praised to call her a "whore", a "bitch" and certainly other derogatory terms.

If you know me or have been following my blog for a long time, you know that i, myself am no fan of Grace. But i would NEVER go as far to start an harrassment campaign against her simply because i don't like her. I have a life and she's fictional at the end of the day. And this isn't even the most important matter. The fact that a man inside a predominantly female and/or queer fandom used depreciative language to "express" his feelings over a (fictional) woman is a giant RED FLAG. I do not give a fuck about your 'freedom of speech'. This is not how you address people!

I tried calling him out a few months ago with this post

but unfortunately didn't name or tag him for good measure. In response i was even shunned for it:

He did also crossed several boundaries in what i consider tumblr etiquette. In the instance below a follower reached out to a writer (the writer is NOT mrkdvidal btw) regarding the descriptive language used in a x Reader fanfic:

And this was his response (to a situation where he wasn't even remotetly associated with):

I don't appreciate an inch of his mockery. I don't expect everyone to relate to this but as a WOC, knowing the difficulties of representation on media and in fandom can't help but be livid at his fucking behaviour. The subject never concerned him but he felt like his opinion was earned to be shat out in the world anyway.

The instance above is more up to interpretation because OP did ask a this or that question. But as a writer myself i can't help but feel that OP wanted validation in their desire to branch out fandoms and it's courtesy to give our mutuals/followers/friends exactly. Not trim their will because it doesn't personally suit you.

If you made up here: thank you. This things have been on my chest for a while and i should have the courage to stand up against this behaviour sooner. Now, i beg all of you to not turn a blind eye to red flags and harrassment. Their reveal a person's true character and intentions. Stay safe folks ✌🏾

PSA - Community Predator

Over a series of months, myself and other Tumblr users -- fic writers, gif makers, fans of created content -- have been victimised by @mrkdvidal1989, who has extensively lied about who he is, preyed on multiple women and denied involvement -- therefore ruining friendships, reputations and feelings, and promised me life-saving medical treatment that he never followed through on.

More information including mine and their stories under the cut.

The reason I am going public with this is twofold:

A) To protect others from being hurt. He is known to reach out to many tumblr users, especially young women in the Cillian Murphy fandom -- but he may have a wider reach beyond this circle. B) Since his "disappearance" three weeks ago and the unravelling of his lies, this man has ruined my life and the only hope I had of obtaining treatment for a condition that has been plaguing me for four years.

Killian Vidal is the name he has chosen to give us, and has claimed to be both a officer commander and general in the mobility troop in the SAS (the general rank does not even exist), has beaten cancer a while ago (but said to another mutual that his "time was running out" and he is currently struggling with it), and a plethora of other life experiences and general knowledge about him that varies in consistency when talking to different people and is questionable in its validity. He has also shared pictures of "himself" that when reverse image searched, belong to different people.

I got to know Kill when he reblogged one of my fanfics (as the story seems to start with a lot of his victims) and he reached out via DMs. We quickly became close friends who called nearly every day on Discord and when I told him about my health issues, he immediately offered to pay for my medical treatment wherever I could find willing doctors.

I was hesitant to believe this at first since all of this seemed too good to be true (and was). He claimed to be very wealthy, enough to afford private jets like it was nothing and to rent me an apartment in the UK in the same building as him. Over time, I grew to trust him because he felt like such a genuine person and friend, which was made all the more believable by the fact that he has such a huge following on Tumblr and was, at the time, part of a vast social network of fans and friends (one of which he even claimed to know IRL -- who will remain anonymous unless they decide to speak out). I decided to ignore the little red flags because I was so desperate to receive this treatment that for me would be life-saving.

For four years, I have been plagued by an array of (mostly) undiagnosed digestive issues that have made my life almost unbearable and have on numerous occasions nearly killed me due to malnutrition. I've spent months in hospital, endured years of malpractice and misdiagnoses, undergone heart surgery, and have tried absolutely everything I can to get better. In the winter of 2023, I was told by my doctor that I was refused in the TPN program (a treatment that may have slowed or stopped my weight loss) and that with or without it, I was looking at mortality. Refusing to stop fighting but having exhausted the public health care system in Canada, I went into 2024 not really having much hope of anything anymore.

So, when Kill came along, that changed. He promised -- and I mean, from the bottom of his heart, promised -- that he would help me get treatment, that he would get me out of my abusive home and fly me to the UK, that he would be there for me as my friend, etc. I was beyond grateful, and as my trust with him built, so did my hope.

The travel plans kept getting put off; originally, he would fly me out as soon as the apartment became available, which was the 11th of Feb, 2024. He kept finding excuses to not book the jet. Finally, it seemed as if around the 15th/16th I would be flying. My health had been declining rapidly and the situation was becoming all the more urgent, and he said he was in contact with a pilot and would send the ticket soon and call me.

That was the last I heard from him. The 16th.

Initially thinking he had ended his life (he had discussed thoughts of suicide with me prior to this), I was beside myself with worry not only thinking one of my closest friends was gone but also that my chance at life was. I reached out to his other friends, and I made several calls to the UK authorities and emergency services and ended up requesting a welfare check be made to see if he was even alive.

They reported that no one under the name Killian Vidal was in the records of the building name he gave me -- the same building that I was meant to live in within that week.

After reaching out to my now beloved friend @kittenonpluto (A.K.A., Cas) on Tumblr, I learned that Kill was in fact alive, and had told her that he was in hospital for digestive issues in Indianopolis, United States (though again, no record of his name in their medical system). He still wouldn't talk to me, but told her to tell me that he would reach out when he was out of hospital.

Cas and I compared information he'd told us (her story will be attached to this post) and looked into the mystery more. He constantly dodged confrontation and questions about the fake photos and information he'd sent her, and seemed to use his completely fabricated hospitalisation as an excuse to not fulfil his promises to myself and her, as well as a means to garner sympathy.

It was quite obvious that he didn't know how the American medical system worked, and he even incorporated elements of my actual story and used them in his. When asked about his treatments, he responded with medically false information. He reported digestive issues, reflux, and having both an NG tube and TPN -- both of which I have experience with -- and let me say, I am beyond disgusted and infuriated that my real life trauma was used as a ploy in all this.

How do we know for a fact this is false? I checked the police case for his welfare check again, and they said that they confirmed him being in the UK at the same time he had told Cas he was in hospital in the States.

After a final confrontation from both Cas and myself (and a desperate final plea for the medical aid he promised me), he was never heard from again from either of us or our friend circles.

I'm now having to pick up the pieces he's left me in and to be honest, I have little to no idea of what the hell to do or how to save myself. The fact that he strung me along for a month and built up my hope that I was going to live only to abandon me without even a word is deplorable to me.

And mine isn't the only story. I've heard from four women on Tumblr (who, again, will remain anonymous unless they choose to speak out) who he has been romantic or sexually involved with (and lied about his involvement, made them out to seem insane or toxic, created rifts in our friendships, toyed with their emotions, and made false promises to of relationships, marriage, and finances).

And that's not including the ex-wife who came back to Tumblr to claim that her and Kill had never met nor married. She was promptly silenced by a "lawyer threat" that we have strong reason to believe was a bluff.

At the end of the day, there are so many lies, half-truths, inconsistencies, etc. this man has wrapped himself in and we don't know for the life of us what his motives are, but from the information that we do know is false, he isn't genuine. He toys with people. He hurts them. Myself and the others that have been affected by this want that to stop.

And at any point, he has the ability to make a new account, and take on a new persona, pretend to be someone else. Tumblr is a wonderful place and I have met so many cool people on here, but please be careful about who you interact with and what you share, because aside from making this post, it is beyond my power to stop him from doing what he does. But after what he did to me, I could not remain silent.

Other Stories

If you have an experience or story with Killian that you would like heard, please reblog it on this thread or make a post. With your consent, I can include a link to it below.

Final Note

Lastly, if you have read this far, thank you.

If you want to reach out to me about this issue -- whether it's to anonymously share your experience, ask questions, ask for evidence (of which I can back up these statements with), or anything at all --, please do not hesitate to do so. <3

For those who may be worried about the potential legality of this post, everything that I have stated as fact is fact and it is not my intention to slander or spread false information.

[sparklemichele]

John Shelby and tommy fighting over the reader but they don’t know to she is with someone else..... That would be a good story

Here ya go @thatsoimagines100.

Choose

You leaned over and gave a sleeping Charlie a soft kiss on his forehead. You sighed as you made your way down to the living room. Tommy told you once Charlie was asleep to meet him in the living room. You were presently surprised to find Tommy’s brother John also present.

“Y/N, me and John wanted to talk to you.” Tommy pulled a case of cigarettes from his pocket and quickly, efficiently lit it and threw the case on a table he was standing by. You could not fathom what they both wanted to talk to you about.

“I’m going to be frank with you as I do not have time for games. John and I have taken a liking to you and we want you to choose which one of us you would like to get to know better. You would be best serve choosing me.”

“So just because you are Tommy the so-called head of the Peaky Blinders every woman that we come across would be interested in you?” John took a hefty swig of the whisky he poured.

“I didn’t say thatJohn. I have been around her more and I want her.”

“She has watched Charlie a couple of days a week and you have the right to claim her.”

“Yes, I do.” Tommy said bluntly.

You looked at both John and Tommy in slight shock. This did not surprise you coming from Tommy as you knew he was a man who went after what he wanted and usually succeeded. You will admit that was one thing that was sexy about Thomas Shelby.

“You do realize I am right here. You need to stop talking about me like I am not here.”

Tommy took a slow drag from his cigarette as he looked you up and down slowly before settling on your brown eyes.

“Tell me Y/N…..who would you pick between me or John?”

John scoffed at Tommy’s question.

“What makes you think I would choose either one of you.” You sat down on the expensive couch in Tommy’s living room.

John and Tommy’s eyes could not help but gravitate toward your beautiful brown legs as you crossed them and sat comfortably on the couch totally amused by both handsome men.

“I can give you a roof over your head. I know you don’t want to stay with your brother Jeremiah any longer. I will take care of you and make sure I fuck you like you deserve.” Tommy took another drag of his cigarette awaiting your reaction. You licked your lips as you sat forward on the couch. His proposal was enticing. You looked over at John who was obviously annoyed by his older brother.

“John…and you?”

“Tommy may have all these fancy materialistic items surrounding him, but would he really be there for you. Not like I would.”

“How is she going to get any peace with all those kids you have? You hardly can find a proper nanny for them.” Tommy interjected.

“I rather enjoy children Tommy.” You told him.

“I can give you children .”Tommy told you. You looked at him and realized he was dead serious. This man oozed confidence.

You stood up from the couch and smooth your dress down.

“Well gentleman I must say both of your arguments were compelling and very tempting.”

“Who do you choose?” John asked with hope in his voice.

“Gentlemen I am already with someone.”

“Who?” They both asked in unison.

“I am seeing someone in Camden Town. You might be familiar with him. His name is Alfie Solomons.”  

“What?! Fuckin Alfie!” John’s voiced raised in pure shock. You looked over at Tommy who had a smirk on his lips. He stubbed out his cigarette.

“You will not be with Mr. Solomons for long. Not if I have any say in it.” Tommy told you as he walked up to you and planted a soft peck on your cheek before walking out the living room not looking back. You stood dumbfounded looking at his retreating back.

Damn him!

@readsalot73 @laketaj24 @imgoldielikehawn @oddsnendsfanfics @virgosapphire79

[i-try-to-write-stuff]

Prison or Castle

Warnings - DubCon, Dark Tommy Shelby, 18+, Smut

Read at your own risk

Minors & Zionists - DNI

There may be grammatical errors, I did not proof read it. Got an idea and wrote as quickly as I could.

Tommy was furious, no, he was beyond furious, there wasn't any word to describe the anger radiating off of him like Tsunami waves. You had dared to run away again,

How could you do that to him?

How could you do that to him when he provided you with all the luxury the world had to offer?

You didn’t understand how he was trying so desperately to keep you safe .You never understood or listened.

Sure, he had basically kidnapped you from your home, killed your husband in a fit of jealous rage. You were not even aware of his existence , a problem he resolved easily by pretending to be your dead husband's old friend . It wasn't technically a lie, your husband and Tommy were mere acquaintances, nothing more than a nod and a polite hello was ever exchanged.

It didn't take long for him to worm his way into your tattered life. You were struggling with mortgage payments and crushing grief, trying to keep your head above the water, trying to exist in this cold, hard and unjust world.

You weren't even aware of the web of lies and traps of deceits that Thomas Shelby was weaving and designing around you to seclude you from your support system, your loving family and friends.

"Darling, how many times have I told you not to go out without security." Tommy Shelby tutted while tranferring your gagged, bound and wriggling body forcefully to his sedan's backseat. Pushing you over and buckling your seatbealt.

Your angry eyes and defiant body was nothing under his powerful and muscular body.

"Do not move" but you still tried to move, tried to get out of the handcuffs that shady policeman on Tommy's payroll had put you in and when you made a fussand attracted some attention, he had slapped duct tape on your mouth. And after that he had hand delivered you to the notorious gangaster Thomas Shelby, you knew that corrupt cop would be rewarded handsomely for returning Tommy's most precious possession. You knew you had a bounty on your head but you were dumb enough to trust a cop. Obviously, cops are more loyal to Peaky Blinders than to their own job.

Which brings you to your current state of powerlessness, trying to get out of those metal cuffs using some trick you saw somewhere on Tiktok or Youtube or whatever.

Tommy slammed the passeger door shut, and walked over to the driver's seat. Seeing you through rear-view mirror all gagged and tied like that was making him hard, he did his best to adjust his pants, trying to alleviate some pressure on his cock. He palmed his cock while staring at you like a pervert, your heaving breasts, your struggle was turning him on, and he had found a new kink to explore with your unwilling mind but pliant body.

He imagined you choking on his cock till your eyes welled up. Fuck, he was getting harder, his sexual frustrations were building up.

He took a deep breath, centering himself and driving to your little love nest in the countryside with nothing around for miles. The castle he bought for his reluctant queen trying to leave him. That castle was wired up to the teeth with state of the art surveillance systems, every nook and cranny had cameras and motion sensors. Thankfully, because Blinders were able to warn him your escape within minutes of your departure. You didn't need to know how you get caught so easily and quickly. You didn't need to know you were being watched 24 x 7 by someone.

Your struggle to free yourself was unrelenting, creating enough ruckus for Tommy to pull over at the boundary of his vast property, there was nothing but trees and farmland. He knew the road to his castle would be devoid of any traffic.

Tommy got out of the driver's seat and made his way to the back, he opened the door and unbuckled you, he dragged you out and shoved you on the hood of his car. Your backside collided with the car, you tried to centre yourself with the handcuffed hands as much as you could, but before you could think of anything Tommy tore off the top of your dress like paper, your bra was another story, he removed his peaky hat and sliced off your bra from the middle carefully and threw the hat on the side. You gasped in horror behind the duct tape.

Your breasts were on display for the greedy blue cornflower eyes, your nipples pebbled up in the cold air. Tommy used his calloused hands to appreciate the feel of your breasts. His hands teasing and rubbing your hardened nubs, he crouched down to suckle at those traitorous pebbled nubs, he took his time to appreciate each breast and enjoyed feasting on breasts like a beast, your body started betraying you, you felt yourself getting wetter than the ocean.

"I'm mad but I can't even stay mad at you" He murmured into your skin slickened with his saliva. You started moaning and whining like a bitch in heat.

Tommy got off you and took off his coat and threw it on the side, it landed near his hat, he then undid his belt, his pants and his boxers, you were looking at him all wild-eyed scared, and astonished.

What was this crazy man doing?

He grabbed your handcuffed hands with his left hand, silently ordered you to spread your legs and you obliged, his erect cock poking your lower belly proudly. Tommy's dexterous right hand wandered down south, his fingers nudging your panties to one side to make way for his desperate lust. His fingers were met with your arousal, he smiled wickedly. His skilled fingers entered your cunt to collect more of your essence. He brought those fingers to his lips and licked them like a parched animal.

He used his right hand to maneuver you into a better position by grabbing your left leg and hooking it over his naked butt. You desperately hooked your leg tightly behind his back, he aligned his cock, that snake playing with your puffy clit. You knew Tommy wanted submission from you and you were horny and desperate enough to give it to him.

Tommy entered your cunt partially, your body begging his for more but he relented, loving the desperation and confusion on your face.

"Just a moment,darling" Tommy replied huskily before ripping off the duct tape off your mouth.

And as soon as you tried to take breath from your mouth, that bastard Shelby shoved his thick cock in your drenched cunt. You cried with an immense painful pleasure.

You shouted in breathless pleasure.

He pulled out his massive cock halfway and spoke devilishly, "Scream for me, moan all you want" he got closer to you, and whispered in your ears "No one can hear you, it's just you, me and nature" and thrust his cock into you again slowly, trying to extract every moan, every scream from your tired lips.

He laid you on top of the hood carefully, you tried your best to lay on your bound hands and he proceeded to grab your hips and push your right leg on his shoulder to impale you properly like he wanted. Tommy kept thrusting into you wildly. He was in his beast phase, you had angered him and he knew the only way to take out his anger on you was pounding your warm, soft, drenched and invititng cunt into submission.

His cock was coated in your juices, and that sight made him harder. He began to violently pound your cunt with his thick cock, you were squirming on top of his car, you were so close to cumming but Tommy sensed your walls were clenching inanticipation, it took a lot of restraint for him to pull out of you, he shoved your legs down, and grabbed the chain on your handcuffs before turning you over and pushing your front onto the hood and continue thrusting and fucking into you from behind.

Your moans grew and so did his growls,

You were in the middle of the road getting fucked by a gangster like a whore. Your body moved on top of the hood with every powerful thrust from Tommy.

He was tormenting you, not letting you cum.

"Please, please, please Tommy, please let me cum" you beg pathetically.

"You should have said something, darling" He replies snarkily.

"Now, will you run away from our castle again?" He asks as he snaps his hips and his cock nudges violently against your g-spot.

"Nonononono, I won't"

"Good girl" He pulls you towards him and then whispers on your ears.

"This time I am fucking you in an open but empty road, next time I will fuck you in front of all the Peaky Blinders" your cunt clenches around his cock. Tommy chuckles, "You like the idea, eh? Maybe I will fuck you in front of them, let them see what they can never have" He adds as he cruelly thrusts into you.

"Whatver you want Tommy, please, please let me cum" you continue to beg.

He kisses the side of your head and begins pounding into your special spot meanwhile his hand plays with your overly sensitive and puffy clit. You cum quickly but Tommy doesn't stop, he keeps playing with your clit, leaving you overstimulated and out of sorts, his cock pounds into your cunt like a man on mission. He keeps fucking you till he reaches his peak and floods your cunt with his pearly seed, overflowing your cunt with his cum. He pulls out slowly and adjusts your panties. You could feel his seed and your arousal pooling inside your panties, you try your best to stop the flow.

Tommy dresses up fairly quickly and and then picks up his hat and coat, he goes through the pockets and , takes out the key for the cuffs and unties you. He covers you with his coat and then proceeds to carry you to the passenger seat and buckles you in.

He gets in the driver's seat and starts the car and drives you to your jail and his castle

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Something in between

Plot - Still trying to figure it out, if you have any suggestions please comment or share here - Suggestion. Just writing what comes in my mind. This will likely have lot of grammatical errors.

Robert was in the middle of reading a financial report when he heard a sudden crash in the hallway. The sound was deafening and rang through the emptycorridors of Fischer-Morrow office. It was late, and even with security guards patroling the building; there was no one in the offices in L.A. Anyone would be scared of the unknown, but not Robert Fischer; without any bother, he grumpily got up to check the source of that ungodly sound at 8 P.M. on a Friday of a long weekend. He strode out of his cushy office, the motion activated lights lit his way when he found you on the ground and tangled up in the electric cords of Xerox machine and the shredder.

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You had hit your head on the corner of the copier leaving you unconscious.

As his eyes took in the chaotic scene unfurling in front of him, he heard the hurried pounding of steps coming up the stairs, the security coordinator was quick to approach, visibly out of breath and sweating profusely.

‘I'm so sorry, sir,’ Stan stammered.

‘I came as fast as I could. I can take over from here, sir.’

‘Clear up this stuff and call 911’ Robert ordered briskly.

‘Of course, rightaway, sir.’

He barely registered the flustered guard speaking on his phone. He checked your pulse, thankfully, you were not dead, there was a steady pulse and you were breathing steadily. Your face was bruised and there was a deep gash on your forehead.

Robert was getting irritated, he was oblivious to the frantic worry coloring the security coordinator’s face. Robert was aware that his employees, whatever their rank or position they held, treated him with a certain amount of submissiveness, but he was not aware that, this submissiveness had transformed into fear somehow. Robert was very annoyed when he glanced across to see Stan worried and scared.

‘I can take care of Y/N, sir…You don't need to get involved…I can stay with her till the paramedics get here…’ Stan said, he knew people like Robert liked being low-key and far away from anything that could get them into trouble and an unconscious employee definitely spelled a huge headache for the billionaire.

‘It's not an issue, please clean up these wires, I don't want paramedics to get tangled in this too.’ Robert asked politely despite irritation coursing through him. This interlude was not supposed to happen, he was supposed to be able to finish of the quarterly financial report in peace and quiet. It was quarter past nine in the night and there were still some details that needed to be ironed out, he had to go through the detailed propasal as well and finish up the the report and send the copy to his CFO and Uncle Peter Browning before their board meeting on Monday.

Robert texted and cancelled his date while Stan cleared up the cables. You stirred out of consciousness only to see some blue-eyed man hovering near you. You tried to get up but were hit by another spell of dizziness.

Paramedics came and loaded you up in the ambulance. Relucatantly Robert followed the ambulance to the hospital, he wanted no part of this but here he was trying to be more compassionate since the last woman he dated called him a cold-hearted and uncaring monster, something that made him think how he was turning into his father.

Robert waited in the reception area, hoping someone will give him some information on you.

You were curvaceous and were trying to hide behind the thick layers of baggy clothing, he obviously noticed that, after all he was a man. Beneath the baggy red plaid shirt and black sweatpants and black sneakers, something that Robert did not care for.

He asked the nurse passing by about you but without a name he couldn't get much of him.

He waited, and soon the same nurse came to take him to you.

As soon as he entered the area, he saw you lying on the bed, looking towards him like a deer caught in headlights.

You thought Stan was waiting outside for you. You did not expect to see grumpy looking Robert Fischer, the boring and apparently scary CEO to be waiting for you. You were gonna kill Stan.

Robert's eyes wandered over your face, taking in your features, deep soulful eyes but tired, puffy kissable lips but kinda dried and and the riot of curly hair that crowned your bandaged head. He did not like that you were stirring something in him, he did his best to shake that awareness off.

He saw that you had been taken by surprise which was understandable., you blinked again trying to comprehend what your disoriented and concussed mind was showing you. Before you could utter anything, Robert started speaking like a boring lecturer.

‘It looks like you got tangled up in the wires and hit your head badly somehow,’ Robert informed you as if you didn't know what had happened.

One moment you were trying to make copies and the next moment the copier stopped working, you knew there was some cable issue, so when you finally managed to get the copier running, you unknowing stepped in the spools of wires running between the copier and shredder and being the clumsy cat you not only tripped but somehow managed to get punched by the copier.

Y/N - 0; Copier - 1.

You tried to get up and sit but seeing the disaproval in your boss's eyes you stopped.

For quite some time you had worked in his offices, coming in during the night shift to do the temp stuff you were hired to do, thankfully Marge was understanding and let you work the nights and even got you special permissions since you made her life easier. Not many people worked night shift, mostly security and IT people. You also knew almost everyone working the night shift, they were all scared of this man, you just didn't get it. He was bratty looking not some scary dude. You knew many were intimidated by him, mostly his employees but from whatever gossip snippets you heard, he was feared by his peers as well. You felt intimated too, notbecause he was some scary dude or your boss but this man was one of the most beautiful man you had seen in a long time. His rich and deep voice was almost melodic to you. Prim and proper man, dressed like a Ken doll office version.

Robert was a charmingly rugged and handsome man his deep brown hair styled with some expensive gel, his eyes were vibrantly blue and assertive with eyelashes you would kill for, his chin proud like an ancient warrior. Why did he have to be so fucking handsome?

You were not gonna cower in front of him like most people. Yes, he was handsome, yes, he looked like a million bucks, yes, his stare was unnerving on whole another level but you were not gonna show him that he had any influence on you.

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Robert was in the middle of reading the quarterly financial report when he heard a sudden crash coming from the hallway. The sound was deafening and rang through the empty corridors of Fischer-Morrow office. It was late, and even with security guards patroling the building; there was no one in the office in L.A. Anyone would be scared of the unknown but not Robert Fischer; he rubbed his tired eyes, and without any bother, he grumpily got up to check the source of that ungodly sound at 8 P.M. on a Friday of a long weekend. He strode out of his cushy office, the motion activated lights lit his way, which further irritated him. He walked in to find you on the ground and tangled up in the electric cords of Xerox machine and the shredder.

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