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nymphea0 · 1 year ago

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Until Death My Love

Part 3.

Yandere Husband X Wife Reader

Warning : violence, gore , mention of corpses, blood , guns and ciggarette.

Very long story, might have bad grammar,correct me if there are any mistakes in the words in the story I wrote.I hope you all enjoys my story . Last Chapter will came out, so stay always love.- Neva 🦋🦋

Word Count Around : 1593 Word

Story Part 1 : Until Death My Love

Story Part 2 : Until Death My Love

Still at basement you only with yourself choose something that might make yourself regret.

However, your heart and mind are at odds which ends up you standing in front of the white door.

Swallowing your saliva roughly, you open the door slowly, the door opens and creates a sound that really disturbs your soul.

A foul odor can be smelled in your breath, this smell you are not sure what smell is even more smelly than a dead animal?.

The room was dimly lit yellow, when you entered the room, the walls of the room were decorated with many photos of yourself, from photos of yourself at school, at your house before you married Alex, and photos of yourself sleeping.

You were very shocked to see what you had just seen, covering your mouth and walking backwards only to feel a collision with an object hanging from the ceiling of the house platform.

Turning your body, you screamed softly looking in disbelief, falling slowly and retreating in fear behind the table that you accidentally hit.

There were 2 familiar faces that you often met, 1 was the gardener who always greeted you in the morning when you walked leisurely to breathe the fresh morning air.

The man, hanging upside down with a lot of blood dripping on his body, with his mouth agape and eyes bulging with wide fear.

You always believed that the garden man quit his job because he wanted to get married as Alex told you, only to see the man already died miserably there.

Then there was another man whose condition was even worse than the garden man, he was the driver who always took you to and from wherever you went somewhere.

You always knew that this man tried to flirt with you every time you went out, until because you couldn't stand it, you told Alex about your worries, Alex only responded with a smile and patted your head gently and said he would transfer the driver to another job.

You always believed Alex's words, but you didn't know that .... the man didn't change jobs but died.

Because you couldn't stand what you saw anymore, you ran out of the room, closed the door roughly, ran with all your soul while carrying the broom that you always held.

You even almost fell when climbing the stairs, when you reached the surface, you closed the wooden door roughly and put the carpet in the opposite direction.

With a strong push while trying to catch your breath, you close the bookshelf, and miraculously, the previously bent lamp returns to its original position.

Bringing the cleaning tools, you unlocked Alex's room, then you went out and ran fast towards your room leaving the cleaning tools in the hallway outside Alex's office.

Opening the door roughly, you entered your room and Alex's, there you saw your maid, Roana cleaning the bedroom window.

With a gasp you fell to your knees on the floor, Roana who was shocked stopped cleaning the window and approached you and asked if you were okay?

You who were too scared and nauseous just ignored it and Roana who was silent as if the woman knew what had just happened to you.

"Lady , did ... did you see that room?"

Very quickly you looked at Roana while glaring in surprise, while the woman, she just sighed and spoke tremblingly.

"Lady, you have to get away from Mr. Alex, he will kill you once he finds out that you entered the room."

With a slow shudder you just shook your head not sure about the plan.

Roana just took you to sit on the nearest chair and said something you never knew.

Roana said that Alex, the man you love, your husband, is a mafia from the underworld mafia association, a very scary power under Alex's leadership.

At first you tried to deny it but Roana said that this was the truth, Alex your husband, is a Mafia from the biggest mafia family in the underworld, the Hungry Lion, Arceint.

Roana tremblingly said that anyone who dares to enter Alex's secret room, whoever it is even including his wife, namely you, will die at his hands.

Roana only thought that you had read the important documents stored there, Roana didn't know that you saw something even worse than a document.

Panickingly you asked what you should do. Roana only said you have to leave this residence, just take important things like money and identity cards, leave your cellphone and clothes.

That night, exactly the 2nd day has arrived after Alex went on his business trip for 5 days, you went away from the residence where you made love with Alex for 2 years.

Accompanied by Roana, the woman sympathized with you, married to a mafia who faked his identity and was not allowed to work and do this and that seemed to be just a display wife, Roana felt that your life was very sad and she tried to help you leave.

"Lady, promise me you won't look back okay? You have to live happily".

That night by taking a taxi you left your house and Alex.

But unfortunately you didn't know that, that night was the last time you saw Roana alive.

The best quality leather shoes had just come out and touched the row of steps of a private jet.

Alexandrovic reigent had just arrived at the airport, the man couldn't wait to meet his wife again, his wife who was so cute, weak and also he loved very much was waiting for him at home.

Alex couldn't wait to kiss you, hug you and eat you until you couldn't think anymore and only thought about him and him alone.

Humming softly, he entered the black sedan and drove towards the house.

With the sight of a large pitch black gate decorated with a lion statue on each gate, the black sedan entered the residence.

Coming out with a happy look, Alex walked with steady steps where all the servants and guards bowed respectfully at Alex's return from his work.

This was beyond expectations, they thought that Alex would return on the 5th day, but not even the 5th day Alex had returned.

Entering the house, Alex realized your absence. Walking slowly towards the room, while smiling a little, thinking that you were his little wife was sleeping, only to see that it was empty.

Searching all over the house, Alex still couldn't find you.

There was only 1 room that he hadn't explored, his study, entering his study, the place was clean and tidy, Alex guessed that you cleaned the room.

With steady steps, Alex looked around and towards the bookshelf hoping to find you there, but unfortunately not.

Until something made Alex stop walking, a purple flower hair clip plated with gold fell right between the basement doors that he hid from you.

Kneeling slowly and picking up the hair clip, very quickly, Alex pulled the lever that was disguised as a light and roughly opened the cupboard shelf only to find a black carpet that was used to cover the wooden door on the floor in an upside down position.

With a stifled annoyance Alex could tell that you had seen the room that was the ground, including the white door.

With quick steps alex shouted angrily and called all the servants and also the house guards

"I pay you to work serving and prevent my wife from knowing about that room"

With his hand pointing up alex fired a gun in the air making the servants scared and the guards could only be silent.

"But look at what you all did, you are incompetent and unable to protect my wife by letting her leave this residence ?!"

"Do you still want to live?"

With great anger alex fired his shot towards one of the guards who bowed towards him, the poor man fell to the floor covered in blood.

"Come forward .... I know that one of you is helping my wife, come forward or I will speed up your deaths"

With the gun pointed at all of them, the servants panicked as did the guards.

Roana who felt this was her fault for asking you to leave the residence could only surrender and move forward.

Only to get a kick in the stomach.

"You, a country woman, dare to make my precious thing disappear? I think you really want to die, right? Then I will make your dream come true"

That night, the reigent residence was accompanied by the sound of thunder and thundering rain, decorating the atmosphere of the house with the screams of a woman begging for mercy and also the sound of a gun.

That night was a night of hell for Roana, the servant who always faithfully served you.

A tall man with black hair standing in his room study, facing out the large French window, accompanied by the sound of thunder and rain.

Alex, the man smoked nicotine in a peaceful state, but with a different heart.

With a soft voice and his crazy psychotic smile, Alex spoke

"Run my dear, run, hide, don't stop hiding, until when I catch you, don't expect to ask for forgiveness from me, my dear wife, because I, Alexandrovic Reigent Arceint will never let go of what is already mine"

Accompanied by the sound of thunder, Alex laughed psychotically with his hand holding a cigar. While imagining what punishment would be suitable for his little wife who was busy running away from her husband.

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thekillpetition-if · 7 months ago

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TKP Holiday Special 2024

Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, and happy new years!! I know that I'm not really consistent with updates, and I'm thankful that you guys are still around, even just to chat and/or see how I'm doing.

I got myself a desk now, so I should be able to work more consistently on my IFs! Hopefully an update in 2025.

Now the special:

ROs reaction to finding themselves under the universe-equivalent of a mistletoe with MC! (Crush stage, never kissed before)

+ how they kiss (mild version)

Sam:

Would freeze up, making an excuse about the way he smell bad from smoking (even though he haven't smoked that day, nothing to stress about with you around). If you call him out on his bullshit (lol), he would give those big-dog puppy dog eyes.

If you kiss him, he would find your hands, no matter where it was resting (his waist? his neck? his shoulders? doesn't matter) to hold them in his, the other tenderly cradling your cheek. His kisses started soft and slow, waiting for you to set the pace you're comfortable with.

"I wouldn't want to shove the ciggarette smell down your throat, let's just pretend it didn't- Well yeah, I haven't smoked today, but- I..."

He chased after your lips when you pulled away before he stopped himself, his thumb swiping at your cheek. "I want to stay here. What about you?"

Eva:

Would actually be quite non-chalant about it, pulling the 'Let's get it over with' on you. But it would last longer, way longer than you expected, because she would forget what you were doing all this for.

She'll start off with firm, quick kisses, hands on the side of your neck to keep you there. If you want more, if you pulled her closer, her kisses would get longer and longer, tongue teasing you, hands pulling you closer.

"Well then. Let's get it over with. Or.... Are you too cowardly to play this game?"

...

Her lipstick were smudged when she pulled away, hands thrown around your shoulders, "Hm... So-so, I'll rate it 65 out if 100. What's that? You don't agree? Why don't you prove me wrong then? "

Morgan:

Would make an attempt at being non-chalant about it as if it was not a big deal for him (it is, in fact, a big deal for him). It didn't work, because you could see the way his face flush red, as he scoffed and shrugged and pulled his 'no big deals'.

If you pull him closer, he would immediately shut up, hands finding its way to your waist. His kisses are light, almost hesitant at first, but it grew more playful the longer you kept him there, teeth nibbling at you lower lip.

"Well, nothing we can do about it! It's no big deal anways, it's just a little game, it's not a big deal- Oh"

...

When you pulled away, you could feel how feverish his cheek was under your fingers. His hand found yours, keeping it there, "A proposition. How about we stay here longer?"

Roxx:

Would make multiple excuses to get out of kissing you, just to save themselves from the embarassment of losing their composure. They would probably manage to convince you... But if they noticed how disappointed you look, they'll cave, their front would crumble.

Their kisses would escalate the fastest, any self-control to hide their feelings from you flung out of the window. Hands buried into your hair or the back of your neck to pull you closer.

"Technically, since there was 100 cm of air between us, it wouldn't count and- You know what? We should do it."

...

They could barely keep themselves from letting out a whine when you pulled away for a breath, "Do you want to stop already? Let's stay here longer..."

Sadly, none of the ROs are much of a blusher (aside from Morgan) ... And none of these idiots would even bother to go, "just a kiss would do! we don't have to make out!"

Thank you for following the development of The Kill Petition!

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cillianssweet · 5 months ago

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You want him but you just can't win

Pairing: Thomas Shelby x Female reader

Part 7.

Long fic, some smut

"Fecking hell" a loud voice was heard booming in the house. Hearing tommy on edge everyone came out. Arthur was the first to get out of his room.

"W'ats the ma'er with ye?" He asks annoyed.

" 'ere's no feckin booze or a fag" He says searching cabinets, carpets, drawers, cupboards. His stashes? Gone. Booze from his study? Gone. His ciggarettes? Gone.

"What do y'mean?" Arthurs voice boomed as he searched for it with Thomas. It was clear Thomas was getting a bit angry.

"Where the hell is it?" Thomas grumbled to himself, feeling a sense of frustration and irritation building up inside him.

"You don't think it was yer little wife?eh?do you?" Arthur asked, a hint of worry in his voice. He knew how much Thomas enjoyed his vices, and the thought of being deprived of them seemed to distress him.

"Who else would it be?" Thomas snapped, his irritation growing. "I know damn well it wasn't the fairies. I bet she threw it all out."

Arthur hesitated, unsure of how to respond. He knew that Y/n was not a fan of Thomas's drinking and smoking, but he didn't want to be caught in the middle. He decided to remain silent, hoping that the discussion would pass quickly.

Thomas scratched his head, irritation creeping in as he tried to understand her motives. Arthur couldn't help but question why she would go to such lengths to hide the booze and cigarettes. Thomas, growing angrier by the moment, believed she was just trying to annoy him, but deep down, he knew there was more to it.

Deep down, Thomas knew that Yn was trying to make a point. She was trying to get his attention, to make him listen to her. And he couldn't deny that the deprivation of booze and cigarettes in his own house was driving him mad.

But Thomas wasn't one to easily give in, especially to Ynn. He was headstrong, stubborn, and used to getting his way. He didn't like feeling deprived of his vices, and the thought of someone, especially Yn, trying to control him made his blood boil.

I woke up with a sense of determination and a smile on my face. I had a plan, and I was ready to put it into action. I got out of bed, stretching my limbs and basking in the morning sunlight streaming in from the window.

As I ent about her routine, I made sure to do everything with a little extra flair. I picked out a nice outfit, took my time with my makeup, and even hummed a little tune as I went about my day. I knew that my change in demeanor would not go unnoticed by Thomas.

As I walked into the kitchen, I spotted Thomas and Arthur sitting at the breakfast table, looking slightly disheveled and grumpy. Thomas's eyes fell on me , and he couldn't help but notice my cheerful demeanor.

"Ya seem awfully cheerful this morning," Thomas grumbled, eyeing her suspiciously.

I tried to hide my satisfaction as I replied, "Is it a crime to be happy in the morning?"

I couldn't resist a little sarcasm, a sly smile playing on my lips as I replied, "Well, someone seems a bit cranky without their morning vices, don't they?"

Thomas's irritation flared, his eyes narrowing as he caught onto my hint. He grumbled something under his breath, but I ignored him, continuing to make my coffee with a smirk on my face.

Arthur, sensing the tension in the room, shifted uncomfortably in his seat, awkwardly sipping his tea. He knew better than to get involved in mine and Thomas's bickering, especially before his morning coffee.

"Ynn, have you seen my cigarettes by any chance?" Thomas asked, irritation seeping into his voice.

I acted completely innocent, as if I had no idea what Thomas was talking about. I feigned a confused look and said, "Oh, your cigarettes? No, I haven't seen them. Why do you ask?" I feign innocence as if I hadn't stubbed them all with my heel after hiding them.

Thomas eyed me skeptically, sensing my innocence to be a facade. He knew that I was behind the disappearing act of the cigarettes, and it irked him to no end. It was clear that I was trying to get under his skin, and oh was I doing a damn good job of it.

"Are you sure you haven't seen them?" he asked, his voice laced with skepticism. "They were here just last night, and now they're gone. It's awfully suspicious, don't you think?"

I continued to feign ignorance, shrugging my shoulders nonchalantly. "I don't know what to tell you, Thomas. Maybe you misplaced them? I'm not your personal inventory keeper."

"You think you're clever, don't you?eh? Acting all innocent and pretending you don't know where they are," Thomas snapped, his irritation getting the better of him. "But I know you've hidden them, and I want them back. Now."

Thomas's irritation grew as he remembered that she had also hidden his whiskey. He clenched his fists, his frustration reaching its boiling point. "And what about my whiskey, huh? Did you hide that too?"

My innocent facade wavered a bit at the mention of the whiskey. I crossed my arms over my chest, trying to appear unbothered. "Perhaps I did," I replied coolly, relishing in his agitation.

Thomas's eyes widened, and his face turned red with anger. "You cheeky little minx," he nearly growled, his voice low and dangerous. "You had no right to hide my booze. It's disrespectful, and you know damn well how much I enjoy a drink."

"What about how you disrespect me every time you sleep with a whore! What about how everytime you take grace out people jitter about me as if I'm the woman who couldn't keep her husband." I was now neck to neck to him. Even though all I could reach was his chest .

Thomas's expression hardened as I stood up to him, their bodies almost touching. He could sense the anger and hurt behind my words, and he felt a pang of guilt. But he tried to suppress it, stubbornly holding on to his defenses. "That's different," he said, his voice gruff. "I have needs eh? You woudn' understand"

"And you didn't think to come to your WIFE with those needs?" I push him slightly. I was now on a full blow, provoking Thomas.

Thomas stumbled back slightly as I gave him a firm push, surprise and a hint of anger flashing across his face. He narrowed his eyes at me, his irritation flaring up once again. "And what do you expect me to do, come crawling to you whenever I feel the need for some relief? You're not the most pleasant person to be around you know."

I laugh bitterly, "do you think you are? Your nothing but an egoistic manchild. You'd never know what love fucking is if your busy make the blonde barmaid squeal. But you wouldn't know because that's all you've been doing." I walk to him.

"It doesnt matter if your business fails huh? You just want a nice fuck and all she'll be is a whore but you shouldn't forget, I'm the wife tommy. I'm the first on paper and I am not fucking going any where and as for the damn whiskey I drained it in the toilet for all you care and I danced over your cigarettes"

Thomas was taken aback by her fierce defiance, my words hitting him like a punch in the gut. He had never seen her this bold and angry, and it both surprised and amused him. "You.. you what?" he asked, his voice stunned. "You drained my whiskey and danced over my cigarettes? You're a damn firecracker, you know that?" He would be lying if he said he wasn't turned on.

He walked closer, surprisingly gentle. As Thomas took in my defiant stance, he couldn't help but feel a strange mix of irritation, admiration, and attraction.

A part of him was amused by my audacity, my courage to stand up to him. But another part of him was frustrated by my defiance,my refusal to be submissive. "You've got a nerve, you know that?" he growled, his annoyance rising. "Dumping my booze and dancing on my smokes? You're asking for trouble, doll-face."

My eyes flashed with defiance as I held his gaze, my jaw set. "Oh, I'm well aware of what I'm doing, Thomas. And I'm not afraid to get my hands dirty if I have to. You think you can just control me, order me around like some mindless puppet? Well, prepare to be thoroughly disappointed."

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Thomas was taken aback by my unexpected request. "Whatever you want?" he repeated, his eyebrows raised in surprise. "You want me to get you whatever you want? And what made you come to this conclusion all of a sudden?"

"If your rich enough to get them for your little mistress why not me? You know," I trace my finger on the curve of his ear. " I want it all if not more"

Thomas shivers involuntarily as my finger traced the contour of his ear, my touch sending a strange tingle through his body. He couldn't deny that he found my demanding demeanor both infuriating and intriguing. "You want it all, huh?" he asked, his voice a low growl. "You want to be showered with gifts and attention just like Grace, is that it?"

"No tommy, I want to be the only me. I want you to give me everything I ask for. Give me your name. Give me jewels and gifts and dont you dare deny because no matter where you find your liquor now? If you dare bring it home now " I chuckle, "I'll drain it"

Thomas stared at me, both irritated and impressed by my confidence and stubbornness. "You're damn persistent, you know that doll-face?" he muttered, his irritation flaring up again. "You really think you can blackmail me like this?"

I leaned in closer, my voice dropping to a mere whisper. "Oh, I'm not just persistent, Thomas. I'm determined. And trust me, I'll go to great lengths to get what I want. So, are you going to deny me the same luxuries you're so freely giving to Grace?"

Thomas's irritation deepened further, his jaw clenching. He couldn't believe this woman had the audacity to make these demands of him. Yet, there was a certain allure in her stubbornness, in the way she stood up to him. "You're playing a dangerous game, you know that?" he muttered, his voice gruff.

I smirked, unperturbed by his warning. "Oh, I'm well aware that I'm playing a dangerous game. But you see, I'm done being the obedient wife who silently accepts your infidelity and your disregard. I want more. I deserve more."

Thomas clenched his fists, his frustration building. He didn't like being challenged like this, let alone by his own wife, who was supposed to be obedient and submissive. "You think you deserve more?" he growled. "You think you're entitled to everything I give to Grace just because you're my wife?"

I wrap my arms around his neck. "You signed a contract with my father didn't you? Did you not read honey? If you don't treat me like a wife... it'll be pooff.. Gone"

Thomas's irritation turned to surprise as Ynn wrapped her arms around his neck. Her words hit a nerve, reminding him of the marriage contract he'd signed with her father. "Are you threatening me, doll-face?" he asked, his voice filled with both annoyance and bewilderment.

I kiss his neck humming softly.

Thomas's irritation flickered slightly as Ynn's lips grazed his neck, her soft hum sending a shiver down his spine. Despite his annoyance, he couldn't deny the physical draw he felt towards her. "You're playing with fire, you know that?" he warned, his voice a low rumble.

I chuckled softly, my arms still wrapped around his neck. "Maybe I am playing with fire, but I'm not afraid to get burned," she replied, her voice low and seductive. "After all, sometimes fire can be quite... stimulating."

Thomas felt his irritation mixing with something else, a strange mix of fascination and arousal. He couldn't deny the power she had over him at that moment, the way her body pressed against his, her lips so close to his ear. His hands found their way to her waist, gripping her firmly. "You're a damn tease, you know that?" he muttered, his voice gruff.

I smirked, my eyes glinting with mischief. "Oh, I'm aware I'm a tease," she whispered, my warm breath against his ear making him shiver. "But you seem to respond quite well to it, don't you, Tommy?"

Thomas couldn't deny the truth in her words. His body was reacting to her touch, her proximity, in ways he hadn't expected. He gripped her waist tighter, his fingers digging into her skin, almost involuntarily. "You're a damn nuisance," he muttered, his voice both annoyed and aroused.

I chuckled softly, leaning in even closer, my lips brushing against the sensitive skin of his neck. "A nuisance, am I?" I mused, my voice a low purr. "And yet, you're finding it awfully hard to resist me, aren't you, darling?"

Thomas grunted in frustration, his annoyance growing as his arousal heightened. He wanted to push her away, to maintain his control, but her body was pressed against his in just the right way, her lips igniting a fire in him that he couldn't ignore. "You're a damn temptress," he muttered, his voice now holding a hint of desire.

I chuckled again, my hands wandering down his chest, tracing slow, deliberate circles. "And here I thought being your trophy wife meant I was nothing more than pretty arm candy," I whispered, my voice soft and seductive. "I didn't know I had the power to tempt you, Tommy."

Thomas's irritation was quickly being overpowered by desire, his self-control unraveling with every touch of her delicate fingers against his skin. "You've got a lot more power than you think, doll-face," he grumbled, his grip on her waist tightening. "Damn you..."

I reveled in the effect I was having on him, my smirk widening. "You know, I never understood why you felt the need to find satisfaction in the arms of other women when you had a wife right here, willing to give you everything you want," I murmured, her lips brushing against his ear. "Is it because I was too obedient? Too complacent?"

Thomas felt a pang of guilt at her words, the sincerity and pain in her voice hitting him like a punch in the gut. He knew he'd been selfish, seeking pleasure outside of their marriage, but he had convinced himself it was justified. "It's not about you not being enough, it's..." he paused, struggling to find the right words. "It's about... boredom. The monotony of married life, you know?"

My expression hardened, my gaze narrowing. "Boredom," I repeated, my voice tinged with hurt. "Is that all our marriage has become to you? Just a dull, repetitive routine?"

Thomas could see the pain in her eyes, and it stung him deeply. "You don't understand," he muttered, his voice low and rough. "You don't know what it's like for me, always being the responsible one, always having to make decisions, handle everything... it's draining, doll-face. I need an escape sometimes.".

Thomas's breath hitched in his throat as my hand glided over his hardened bulge, the unexpected touch igniting a fierce desire within him. He growled, his eyes darkening with lust. "Damn it, doll-face," he muttered, his voice hoarse.

I smirked, my touch still lingering. "Is this the kind of 'escape' you need?" I murmured, my tone a mixture of taunting and desire. Thomas could feel his resolve slipping, his body responding to my touch in a way that was both infuriating and exhilarating. "You know damn well what it is," he grunted, his face contorted in a mix of frustration and arousal.

My smirk grew as I watched him struggle with his conflicting emotions. "Good," I said softly, my hand sliding down to cup him firmly. Thomas let out a strangled moan, his hands clenching at his sides as he fought the urge to surrender to me fully. "Stop... teasing me," he growled, his voice strained with effort.

"Hmm?" I muse. "What do you propose I do then? "

Thomas clenched his jaw, his eyes dark and dangerous. "You know damn well what else you can do, doll-face," he grunted, his breathing ragged. "You just like seeing me all worked up, don't you? Teasing me, driving me wild..."

I chuckled again,my hand beginning to move, rubbing him through his clothes. I leaned closer, my lips brushing against his ear, I whispered, my voice filled with a wicked edge. "I just want to drive you wild, make you crave me so badly that you can't even think straight."

Thomas groaned, his head falling back as he surrendered to her touch, his body reacting of its own accord. "You're going to pay for this," he muttered, his voice low and rough. "Damn tease..."

Thomas's breaths grew shorter, his body strained with desire. "Please... doll-face," he muttered, his voice hoarse with need. "I can't take much more of this..."

I keep my hand back "sorry tommy, bad husbands dont get to cum"

Thomas groaned, the denial sending a mix of frustration and arousal coursin through his body. "Damn it... you're going to drive me insane," he growled, his voice strained with the effort of holding back.

I only smile at him and walk away from the room.

"Pay back love"

To be continued

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svsssfrfr · 6 months ago

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ngl, I LOVE bingjiu.

But in a toxic way that really dives deep in how they complete eachother, but they also hate eachother.

Modern au where shen jiu and bingge meet by chance and shen jiu HATES bingge but bingge decides this will be the man he marries and decides to flirt with him because it's never not worked before.

And it works, they move in together way too soon in their relationship and shen jiu is only dating him to destroy bingges entire life and bingge is obsessed with this man.

And the moving in together? shit move. Shen Jiu has these nightmares where he'll wake up screaming in the middle of the night and start beating bingge up when he tries to approach shen jiu and shen jiu is just that terrified of sleeping next to a man, 3 weeks after they move in together bingge comes home to find all shen jius stuff gone with no note.

Bingge is that close to actually killing shen jiu out of rage but decides to go out drinking instead, he gets pisssed and when he gets back he finds shen jiu in their house sitting on their bed with another man. Shen jiu did all this just make him mad, taking all his stuff out because he had an episode and was about to leave. And shen jiu would never let bingge even touch him either and he is apalled that he bought a stranger into their house for a one night stand.

Luo Bingge freaks out, he's drunk and about to kill shen jiu, starts strangling him but passes out ontop of shen jiu, shen jiu had passed out and was stuck under bingge.

When bingge wakes up, shen jiu is gone again and he starts to think shen jiu was just a dream or an illusion, because no one would ever choose to leave him, obviously.

And then he sees shen jiu in the street a few days later, bruises still around his neck and bingge finds out that he's still very much in love with shen jiu.

Shen jiu moves back in with bingge and all the sleepless nights are back again, but this time, shen jiu beats bingge up so bad that bingge starts bleeding out after being hot a few too many times in the head, shen jiu takes him to the hospital and stays with him until he wakes up.

Bingge takes this as a sign that shen jiu is in love with him too even though shen jiu never says sorry for beating bingges head in. Shen jiu leaves straight after that and doesn't visit him again or pick him up from the hospital.

when they get back to the apartment, bingge finds out that the locks have been changed and so he climbs up the wal to the balcony and finds out that shen jiu has found a new boyfriend, let them move into bingges apartment and then proceeded to beat up said boyfriend and chuck them out the house.

When bingge comes in through the balcony, shen jiu spits at him and puts out ciggarette on his arm, bingge doesn't mind any of this and gets on his knees and begs to be allowed back into the house because he is just that down bad.

A week later and bingge puts shen jiu in hospital after getting drunk again, bingge can't deal with the guilt and runs away and is about to kill himself when a strange man tells him that he's been asked to take a dna test for a business empire holder.

Shen jiu can't move on from bingge and continues to live in his apartment until he returns, scared bingge might have killed himself or worse, run away from him, he throws all of bingges clothes and belongings out of the window and doesn't replace anything.

When bingge returns he treats shen jiu like shit and even threatens to remove him from bingges apartment and shen jiu punches him and runs away to yue qingyuans house and begs to be taken back by qi-ge.

Yue qingyuan says no because shen jiu has denied him so many times because he was dating bingge and shuts him out.

Bingge finds out that shen jiu is now homeless and wisks him away to live with him in a new, bigger apartment where they continue this cycle a bunch

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unexpected evening - chapter i [ next. ]

thomas shelby x gender neutral reader | specified anatomy

18+ characters / scenarios - minors dni

tags / warnings ; intoxication, spanking, grinding, pleasure denial, thomas shelby being a bitch, smoking, masturbation, facial, cumplay if u squint, explicit consent, power imbalance

summary ; the shelby's and your family have worked together for quite some time. when your mother made a bold move against the lead shelby brother, you took to going to apologize personally.

work count ; 6.3k

a / n ; been working on this for a loong time, please enjoy !!

Your name wasn't something that spurred an immediate taste on Thomas' tongue, his eyes set forward on the wall before him. With a slight clench of his jaw, he sucked back a sharp inhale between his teeth, fingers tapping the armrest of his office chair before standing. The Shelby's and your family of course had gotten on as time passed - Yet the woman; What was her name? Thomas clicked his tongue, eyes lulling over his empty office, smoke hazing the air around him and the light of the street lamps sweltering though the window. Rain gently patted onto the smudged glass, thunder snarling a few miles away. Whatever her name was - She got too bold, sensitive threats as they sat across from each other in the Garison - She swirled her whiskey, ice clinking against the glass as she spoke through red painted lips. Something about wanting to work with him during the races; Thomas was drunk. All he could really remember was the roll of the barrel of her pistol before she set it onto the table. An offer - A challenge. With a shift of his jaw the irish man stubbed his ciggarette, muttering quietly to himself as he turned on his heel. A knock at the doorframe caused his breath to hitch slightly, eyes moving to gaze at you. He'd seen you at a few estate parties, a race here and there; Yet he wondered if you had any say in the vague testimony the mysterious woman produced only hours prior - The more he looked at you, the more you resembled her.

"Here again?" He began, clearing his throat with a sharp sigh. "Quite late to come by for a bet,"

A tinge of anxiety rose in the back of your mind as his low voice slid through the air between you. Perhaps you had gotten too bold, too overconfident in your attempts to get Thomas Shelby's attention. The last time you had even spoken had been months ago— and that was only when you'd met Thomas at one of the Garrison's celebrations, introduced by your mother. The dots seemed to come together as his eyebrow twitched upwards slightly; You were her child. Of course.

"Avoiding the crowd; Heard detectives were prowling around recently."

"No crowd,''

Thomas pulled the small curtain with his index finger, peering slightly into the night streets - There were the average stragglers, children running barefoot in the rain while Jeremiah preached aimlessly. With a slight shake of his head, his eyes returned to yours. His coat hung over the back of his office chair, his waistcoat unbuttoned and first few buttons of his collared shirt undone; The smell of whiskey was thick in the air, clashing with the smoke as the gentle thud of Thomas's shined shoes tapped against the creaking floor. As he padded towards you, his hand moved to grab a glass from his desk, eyes unmoving as he drank the rest of the amber liquor with ease. With a sharp inhale through his teeth, his cleared his throat again, setting the glass down as he raked his fingers through his damp hair. He had been out in the rain, drops still rolling down his jaw and spots scattered on his shirt. It was a hard night, and the idea of putting his feet up seemed to always be diminished. No breaks, not for a Shelby.

"What do you know about detectives, aye?"

Thomas asked, expression nearly vacant as his low drawn out tone caught the air, squeezing the truth from it. After his voice wrung the oxygen of the room, his eyebrows furrowed briefly, chin tilting up slightly. The words hung in the air, swaying back and forth like a pendulum as Thomas cocked his head - His eyes moved away from you, raising a brow and parting his lips.

"...I came to apologize for my mothers behavior."

"Doesn't matter." The words were dismissive, shaking his head and blinking away any sign or glint that might have hinted otherwise. It was clear he had struggled with losing Grace, drowning himself in paperwork and expensive liquor; The walls weren't exactly thin, but they didn't have to be. Not with the way Thomas chose to take his stress out on women. With a grunt, he sat back down in his seat, casually pulling a small silver container. As he flipped it open, he cast another glance towards you.

"Things like that happen - Just business."

As Thomas brought a ciggarette to his lips, he brought his elbows forward to lean against the desk with an audible creak. He wasn't in the mood to talk about work, yet as he struck the match and held it under the tip of the ciggarette, his mind waded back to the Garison. Evangeline. Thomas waved the match in his hand, flame fizzling out before he dropped it onto the desk.

"Your mother," He began, sighing out a breath of smoke as he straighted his posture. "Is quite the bold woman." Thomas's attention dipped to the chair in front of the desk, nodding towards it with a quiet hum.

"Yes. She means well, even if it doesn't exactly come off that way," You spoke, trailing off and holding yourself straight even as you felt Thomas's gaze on you. You couldn't deny that he was right— Your mother was a bold woman. Bold to the point of stupidity. You had long since given up on your mother's schemes or dreams; Thomas was right—they were just business, nothing more, nothing less.

"Can I get you something to drink?"

"I wouldn't know what to choose," Your eyes slid hesitantly toward the small cart, littered with bottles of expensive liquor. "Can I smell them?"

"If you want to burn your nose, have at it."

The words came in a murmur, both hands wiping over his face before he gave a slow exhale - His eyes cast over his shoulder, glancing towards the files. It was nothing more than an instinctive move, his gaze darting around the area whenever another person joined the room.

The first bottle met Thomas' words, ringing them true as the alcohol burned angrily into your nostrils. The undertone was harsh, like cologne and chemicals; It fit Thomas quite well, something he would drink after working on his car or freshly rolling cigarettes. It was the fullest of the three, perhaps saved for special occasions.

The second wasn't as strong, cinnamon and gasoline clashed together in waves of blood searing warmth. The bottle felt heavier than the first one despite looking similar - The glass was pristine, ghosts of finger prints wrapping over it.

The third was the strongest, casting searing blades of scents and fierce aromas violently sinking into your senses. It smelled like oil, something that'd be scraped off a persons shoe before entering someone's home. Your hand outstretched to the least toxic smelling one, the second bottle set gingerly on Thomas' desk.

Thomas gave a slow chuckle, deep and drawn out as his large hand wrapped over the second bottle. It was fine choice, an aged rum that stumbled down the throat in a rough tingling path. He slid a small glass from the corner of his desk, skillfully pouring two fingers of the rum before leaning back, bottle still in hand. The moment was silent, yet the typical tense nature of meetings seemed to soften at the swmming warm feeling of the liquor hazing Thomas' understanding the situation. He wasn't drunk, but the tipsy feeling caused his lips to move without consulting his mind first, voice rolling out in a sharp question as his eyes moved to the desk once more. You accepted the glass with a slight nod, taking a seat across from the other as you looked at the liquor with an unsure expression. Hesitantly, you took a sip - It was hard to swallow once the flavor lashed at your mouth, assaulting your throat with a heinous burn. You kept your urge to cough at bay, silence meeting you both.

"Do you want to fuck?"

The tone of the question didn't carry the nature of the words properly. How his heavy lidded eyes seemed to scrape over the paperwork with a distinct sense of annoyance, before lulling back toward you with a glint of something far off - Something oddly lazy in how he leaned himself back so casually in the chair, tongue meeting the bottle before his lips wrapped over it, tossing a fair swing back before setting it down hard onto the table with a hard thump. He gritted his teeth, jaw tilting upwards as the fierce liquor slid down his throat in a weighted mass, ravaging every inch of skin in it's way. His ring clad hand slid over his desk, index finger pulling the container of ciggarettes closer towards him before going to pick one delicately from the case. As he perched it between his lips, his other hand had already clutched a small box of matches. He struck one, eyes everlasting on you with an observatory gaze while he lit the ciggarette, smoke billowing from between his parted lips as he pulled a deep inhale.

"Because, if you do," He began, sighing the smoke from his nostrils. "It would complicate a few things." Despite his rumbled words, it seemed he had no care of what complications would come.

The smoke drifting into your nostrils was not as unpleasant as you might have thought. As your eyes adjusted to the faint light of the dimly lit office, you took a tentative breath in your seat, letting the scent of the room fill your lungs. Thomas Shelby, the man who had spent his time in the shadows of the law with a foot in the legitimate business world, his eyes trained on you with an observant, yet bored look, waiting for your response.

"Im not sure if you'd want to," You spoke with an attempt to match his cold confidence. There was a twining heat within you, an undercurrent of longing despite your slight decline to dissect the question given."It would make all this quite messy, I must admit."

"No," Thomas began with a low sigh, adjusting his posture while pulling the ciggarette from between his lips, spurring the smoke to flow from his nostrils. His voice was sharp, steadied as his gaze flickered towards you with an intent lift of his stubbled jaw.

"I didn't ask if I wanted to fuck you - I asked if you wanted me to fuck you. Two different things entirely."

The words were almost a - Snide correction? A type of teasing playfulness meant to belittle someone for answering incorrectly. It seemed the man was awfully familar with speaking to people like this; But much less familiar when receiving an answer he didn't... Not like? That wouldn't be right. If you didn't want to have sex with him, so be it. It'd be far less complicated to just splay the options out, deal the cards and letting them fall how they may. It made things easier, he supposed. Though he couldn't deny the prospect of taking you sent an odd shudder of pleasureable revenge down his spine. With a clench of his jaw, his eyes flicker between your eyes, as if the flashing images of you didn't begin to make his head spin ever so slightly. But, when you shifted the topic, he took the hint at face value. That wouldn't stop his racing mind sending blood coursing to places rather unholy - He was decent enough at hiding such things, wetting his lips before speaking.

"Pulling out a gun in my pub makes me awfully cautious," Thomas spoke, smoke drifting in and out from his lips as he drew the smoke down in scraping inhales. "I'm sure you understand if I'm protective over my property."

Thomas kept his gaze on you, pinning you to the seat with his eyes as he brought the ciggarette to his lips, taking a generous pull before letting his arm relax on the office chair. The creaking of the leather and clinking of glass was a familiar sound to the man, hand wrapping over the neck of the bottle of rum on his desk. He brought it to his lips, chasing the ciggarette smoke down his throat with the bitter tasting liquor; It sat in his abdomen with a stinging warmth.

"All this?"

Thomas quirked a brow, tilting his head and sucking in a sharp breath, and exhaling before gesturing his hand over the desk. He lazily held the ciggarette with the hand he used, a streaming ribbon of smoke following his grasp.

"What's "all this" to your mother, aye?"

All this - Vagueness responded with even more vagueness. Thomas brought the cigarette to his lips as he kept his eyes on you, attentively listening while smoke drifted from him. You were right, of course. All this was messy, all this was something that spurred people with a small tolerance of biting tongues and looking away. In his mind, your mother wouldn't last long. She's confident; Which is like holding a loaded gun to her own head. In any case, Thomas reluctantly breathed out a sigh of smoke, hand moving to brush at his stubbled jaw with a quiet hum. Your eyes trailed over the paperwork, taking in the scrawled words and notes laid out in haphazard ways. It was no wonder he ran a gang with all this on his plate. The sheer amount of paperwork would make anyone throw up their hands and give up.

"What she did was irrational - She has a temper."

"That we can agree on."

If you wanted to play this hunter and prey game of nonexplicit answers to direct comments, so be it. Agreeing on your mother's rather small temper, or that taking you over his desk would complicate things; That was for you to decide. Yet the blooming flushed pink on the pples of your cheeks gave away any guessing that Thomas had to do. It was just a matter of time in his liquor infested mind - Devising a plan to ravage you as if he were planning to take over an enemies industry. He kept it silent of course, kept it neatly tucked back in the stringing fibers that were now being plucked, producing a rather pleasing melody. Thomas listened to them, letting the ciggarette rest firmly between his lips as he folded his hands over his lap neatly.

"Why'd you come here so late?"

The question was sudden, moreso determined than the prior ones, he nearly cut your words off as he ambled on. He wasn't for playing games, let alone reading a persons mind; Yet it had been quite a long time he's had to tether himself to the idea of a goal. It will be mine - You will be mine. Thomas Shelby gets what he wants, when he wants it and he'd fight the devil himself if anything stopped that from happening. Anything. The goal, frivolous in nature, gave him something to focus on other than the amount of drowning paperwork and insufferable people. You were nice, came from a family that understood - All this? Thomas sucked his teeth. Maybe you have a point.

You let the silence hang as both of you sat on either side of the desk, watching each other. If you knew him better you would have noted how odd it was for him to be the one asking all the questions, for him to be so interested in you when he'd only ever heard about you from your mother. He was always the one with the plan and the secrets, pulling strings through half the city. What secrets were you carrying that he wanted to hear?

"I didn't come here for a bet," you answered him, taking a long breath as you considered your next words.

And there it was. Thomas didn't move a muscle, not even a twitch of the brow or clench of his jaw. It fell into place, just as he expected it to - The devil would see no fight today, but the things he would see would bring a new definition to sin entirely. Thomas leaned back in his chair slightly, going to grab the bottle. His golden ring gently clinked against the glass as he tossed back a hefty drink - The bottle was emptied. Rum; For fun and fucking. Thomas leaned forward onto the desk, plucking the ciggarette from his lips and ashing it into the worn in glass ash tray. Ends of ciggarettes created a small hill in the dish, and he pressed the freshly finished one deep into the mound. As he pulled his fingers back, ash shaded over the finger pads. He rubbed them together, inspecting the gritty feeling and odd smooth warmth of it as he tied his words together in a rumbling purr.

"Your family would reign hell on me."

It wasn't a warning as much as it was premonition for his belated movements, shifting in the leather chair before going to stand, leaning his weight onto the desk. He caught your gaze with his own, dirty finger tips rubbing over the paperwork underneath his hands, leaving smudges of ash. His eyes were dimly lit, half lidded and calm - So brutally calm. Yet as one of his hands crept towards his belt buckle, he took a sharp inhale through his nostrils, swallowing back the barreling questions and worries that swarmed the back of his mind. The business part. If you had chosen whiskey, perhaps that's all it would have been - A few simple deals here and there before offering to walk you home. Yet the bittersweet rum stuck to his gums like sin on a demons wings, spreading a firey desire that he relished in. It was similar to the stomach dropping noise of cocking a gun, feeling the cold barrel pressed to his temple with no pretense. Thrill of the chase. Of course he couldn't resist the searing appetite that now knashed hungrily as his hazey mind. He wanted to pull back his hand that now began to pull the metal of his belt, subconsciously making sure you saw his every movement. Bad idea, screamed in scrawled writing flashing over his vision - He was always one to ignore it. Especially when mixing rum and carnal desire. He should have known better.

"But I'm sure that's something you wouldn't mind. You wouldn't have come here otherwise," To see himself as a vessel at getting back at one's parents was a funny prospect. But there was a rather interesting ways to twist it - A dark way to warp the way he pulled the belt from his slacks with an audible drawn out slide of fabric on leather. "Unless you came here to make up for the disrespect your family brought into my pub."

Your head and eyes were glued to the way Thomas stood up and immediately flew to the space the man's hands were on his belt. Your attention was magnetized to his long fingers working at an almost teasing pace.

"...If there's anything I can do," Your words came pathetically, pursing your lips tightly.

As the belt was folded over, Thomas gripped the leather with fading knuckles. You being so willing did not come to his surprise; Yet the almost challenging tone sparked something in him. It sparked something he tended to bury in his subconscious - Thomas didn't abuse his power too much, but it was nearly impossible to resist such a delicious thing. His steps were calculated, letting the belt rest by his side, the buckle jingling with every agonizingly slow movement. Thomas was silent as he took a seat on a leather couch in the corner of his office, large thighs now spread open wide, the fabric of the slacks pulling tight over the muscle. He wet his lips, head tilting back to lean against the wall as he raised his free hand to pat his left thigh.

"Come here,"

The words did not attempt to hide the displacement of power, nor how he swam in the thickening waves of it with a twitching excitement. You would come to regret being so willing to serve - Nobody serves a Shelby without leaving with bruises. Thomas' expression twitched slightly, eyes on you with a deadly serious glare. It was no longer a cat and mouse game filled with vague comments and lasting gazes, no - This was business. And with business, came an immediate demand for respect. If you defied his orders, that placed you in a dangerous territory, it was written on his face, how his lips pulled up at the corners upon catching your expression. He relished in it. The shock and awe of realizing Thomas' power never left the room, suffocating the air people breathe and shaking the floor they walk on.

"Don't waste my time."

Thomas spoke in a low rasped whisper, eyes widening ever so slightly, giving a tilt of his head. The fingers on his thigh rapped against the muscle for a moment, tapping the index finger against his leg. Your eyes lingered on the unfinished glass of liquor before you for a fleeting moment before turning your head, glazing toward the man with a bitten lip. You stood from the chair with a slight creek, padding over and quickly sinking down onto your knees before the man.

"Open."

It was a simple response to the movement, eyes following the you as you lowered - He could imagine the bruises of the hard flooring upon hearing the soft thud of them hitting the space between his shined shoes. Thomas gripped the belt tightly, before letting his hand relax to move - Of course, achingly slow. His large fingers, skin rough and calloused, cupped your jaw. His thumb pressed down on the soft bottom lip, eyes flickering ever so slightly to your mouth. Inspecting a toy before use was his speciality - Eyes pushing over every inch of the person, making them shift themselves in vulnerable positions while he just watched. Perhaps smoke a ciggarette while he wordlessly keeps his eyes pinned on the clashing beauty of flesh and beading arousal; Thomas would only have the best.

His fingers were firm, expression partly vacant as he observed you with a watchful eye. His lips parted for a moment, tongue wetting them as his damned mind wandered. The warmth pooling in his stomach knashed angrily against his thighs and hands, demanding to move, demanding any form of friction - Though patience is a virtue. He knew that much. Thomas shifted forward slightly, elbows resting on his knees as he kept the eye contact locked into place. It was an expression that forced attention, a man with something to say in that impossibly smooth velvet tone that seemed to hypnotize even the darkest of sinners. Caught in his web, his large rough fingers pulling the strings and voice coaxing anyone daring enough to take the place you now did. Danger, is what this face screams. It rests in his carved cheekbones and bruising eyes, it weaves into the silver glinting in his hair and how he holds himself.

"You need to understand this isn't a drunk fuck."

Thomas whispered and tutted quietly. Clicking his tongue as the thumb still pressed down on your bottom lip twitched slightly.

"You need to want this; Prove it to me." Thomas had spoken more to you when you fell to your knees than when you simply sat in his office. It was almost funny - Almost. Yet the danger was there, of course. "Give me your word you want it."

Your mouth was dry, heart pounding against your chest; You didn't know what to say, the words tumbling from your lips without a second thought. Your mind could not tether to your thundering heart and flushed cheeks, not with the electric feeling of the man touching you becoming practically addicting.

"Please, Mr. Shelby, I want this."

The next few moments were a beat. A blur of Thomas's swift grip, able to shift and bend you over his lap - He pressed you down firmly, your stomach laying over his spread thighs. All that came from him was a grunt, sharp exhale, then the echoing sound of the clinking belt buckle. Another beat reached you, the smell of Thomas' cologne and bitter rum thick in the air as you both shuddered out breaths. He'd never admit this. Of course he wouldn't dare smile in a time like this, but the pull of his lips creased his expression, taking in the view of you splayed over his legs in a delicious display. He almost forgot the belt held over his shoulder, cast back ready to strike with a vicious crack of leather. His fingers shifted in his knuckle whitening in his grip as his eyes hung on this moment - Hung onto the shocked breathless image of you.

"I think I deserve a bit of reimbursement, don't you?"

An echoing soaring crack shattered the moment he gave you to register his words, spoken in a painfully casual tone. The leather collided sharply with your ass, the crack reverberating in the air.

Thomas stayed still for one moment, then another, then after an agonizingly slow one he gave a ghost of a chuckle. Exhaled through the nose with a belittling intent, as his eyes cast over your body, practically undressing you with his pinning gaze. Another sharp crack of leather gave no mercy, harder than before upon seeing your reaction to the sensation. It was hot as it made contact, despite the thin barrier of your clothes; The pain stung your bottom lashes, cheeks warming to a blooming flame that matched the one between your thighs. You couldn't speak, simpering into the leather of the couch in a feeble attempt to gather your reeling thoughts.

"You use your words in my office."

Thomas wanted it to be brutally clear that you were able to leave this entire time, and also able to change things you didn't want. Thomas didn't use people like you, this would be something he'd get high on, something to keep a secret, perhaps used later on. He bit his bottom lip, imagining being cursed out by your family or another meeting with your mother after finding out Thomas had brutalized their precious heir. Worst part of it all is they'd never know that he would be the one to make you beg with fleeting effortless actions.

"Respect me, and you'll receive the same." Thomas seemed to be dishing out rules, letting the thick belt slowly fall onto the couch, his large hand going to meet your clothed ass - His touch was hungry, the grasp of a man who takes for a living. A slow quiet exhale rolled from his lips as his hips shifted underneath you, clearing his throat softly. "Disobey, and I'll see to it you never set foot in Birmingham ever again."

A rocket of cold fear surged down your spine as he went on, hands exploring your body in motions that could only be described as an infection. His words lulling you into the palm of his hand, no matter the threats he brought, you craved them. A deeper part of you wanted to push him to his absolute limit, to see the dark veil roll over his eyes as he stares down at you - A ruler, a religion. He would make you worship at his feet before you even shed your clothes.

"I can only assume that well enough."

Thomas breathed the words with his eyes still glued to you, head tilting off towards the side with a quiet hum. Typically in this moment he knew he should shove you off with a harsh demand to stay gone - It'd keep him off your family's radar more than he already was; He damned himself for being weak, succumbing to temptation with the clashing haze of adrenaline, rum and - Arousal? To hell with it then.

Thomas' large hands now groped you shamelessly, jaw shifting as he traveled slowly, fingers hooking over the belted waistband of your slacks. Another wicked expression met him, eyebrows knitting together briefly as he kept this moment, drinking down every passing second. He could practically feel your pounding heart pressed against his thighs as one of his hands slid up your back, underneath your shirt and coat, the other pulling down your slacks and discarding them effortlessly.

Infectious; The word rang out in your mind like a gunshot through the night. He touched you like a common whore, calloused thumb swelling over your back with a slight bite of his lip. Thomas dared the world to let someone walk in, see him taking you over his knee with a nearly silent demand for not just respect, but for absolute submission. He didn't need a cocked gun or thick stacks of cash to keep the attention completely and entirely on him. He'd make you come back begging for more if it was the last thing he did. Thomas's palm was cold, rough and fingers calloused as he felt the warmth of your skin underneath his own, instinctively letting a slow pleased purr carry from his throat. It was not one of desire; A warning. A threat, perhaps.

"Proving it to me, though,"

Thomas began, his hand sliding over your back with slow waves, sweeping over it; Relishing in it.

"That would - Most likely convince me. We'll just have to see, won't we?"

Your breath drew inwards in shallow gasps, hips shifting subconsciously - You needed to be touched, to take him as he took you, your hands on his body that was so painfully clothed. Your hands gripped into tight fists, lips pursing for a brief moment as you prepared your words. You had to have to perfect, speaking scripture to the man who had immeasurable power; You had a say. Not just a say, the say. You gave the green light, even as his hands traced the most intimate parts of your body. He didn't have to touch your chest nor kiss at your neck, simply the way his fingers shifted from so cold and demanding to a gentle caress. A reminder that you were the one in control. With a breath, you spoke.

"I want to be yours."

"No."

With a shake of Thomas' head, he scraped back a sharp inhale, adjusting how he sat. His slacks left little to the imagination of how truly exciting this was - Though if you put up a feeble fight against him during this, it'd become all the more interesting. Thomas' explorative hand paused as he spoke, eyebrows furrowing slightly as he looked down at you with a quiet hum. If you wanted so badly to have him infect you mind and body, so be it; But it wouldn't be easy. Not for you atleast.

"You don't. Not without a carnal based response; I want to make myself clear."

A grunt came from him as he pulled his hands off you, gently posing you back to your previous position, sat between Thomas' shoes. His expression was soft, yet the glinting threat of his creasing brow gave no way for kindness. As his large hand moved to roughly grab your jaw, thumb and index finger squeezing his cheeks and drawing him forward, he leaned in. As your faces were only a few short inches apart, Thomas spoke slowly.

"You're not just going to do what I say because you're practically my whore for the night."

As his eyes flickered to your lips, he wet his own. A beat of thick tension weighed down on the pairs shoulders - Lean in and kiss them you fool, Thomas' mind screamed at him, and yet he shoved your face back roughly before leaning into the couch.

A flick of a match, the slide of a ciggarette case; And he sat, looking down at you with a heavy lidded gaze, smoke slithering from between his lips as he sat wordlessly. After a few long moments, Thomas' left foot twitched closer to your thighs, moving to slide the leather shoe between your legs, eyecontact unwavering. The single shoe alone couldn't have cost less than sixty pounds, and yet as the cool leather pushed into your needy cunt, none of it mattered.

"You're going to obey me because it drives you to an animalistic place. A place of pleasure; Sanctity. Am I understood?"

Let the game begin. You tried to bite back a pleased expression, eyebrows furrowing briefly as you wished he had atleast discarded your underwear. The barrier just made you grind down harder - Perhaps thats exactly what he wanted. To watch you turn yourself into something you've never seen, feel pleasure that would change you permanently. You brought yourself closer to his left leg, grinding yourself down onto the leather with a quiet moan, hands instinctually reaching to secure yourself on his slack clad leg.

Thomas' lip twitched; Just for a moment. It was subtle, a prick of his creased expression as he settled back into the couch, smoke drifting from his nostrils. His gaze was observatory, expectant and plainly bored. But there was something, there always had been. A certain spark, just like split second of the pulled smirk, something you did to please him. They were small reactions, little praise given in them at first. But if Thomas were anything, he would always have to be the adrenaline junkie. Taking in sharp breaths of smoke, head reeling as he rocked his shoe back and forth against you. His free hand began to move then, fingers twitching at first before sliding to his thigh, unzipping his slacks. All the while, his gaze stayed on you; You were his muse. How your body moved desperately below him, kneeling before him, mewling as you ground down onto the leather Thomas used to walk the town of Birmingham. Another smirk, lasting longer now as he thought of your family. He'd give any amount of money in the world to see them have one of theirs worshipping a Shelby. Thomas Shelby, no less.

Thomas' hand pushed past the band of his slacks, large palm wrapping over his length with a shaking inhale. He stroked himself over the cloth of his underwear, smirk still remaining, lazier as he continued. He matched the pace of how he rocked his ankle, rolling it into you with a bite of his bottom lip. He pressed the ciggarette to his mouth, perching it between his lips as both hands now worked to pull his cock from his pants entirely. The cool air hit his skin, palm wrapping over the length with a rumbling groan. He wasn't necessarily vocal during sex, though his mind wandered, fantasy coming to truth as his words and smoke ribboned together to be pulled from his lips.

"When was the last time you touched yourself,"

Thomas' steady tone wavered only for a moment as he spoke - It was pillowed with sharp breaths, using his left hand to slowly stroke himself, as the other reached to his mouth, pulling the ciggarette to rest between his index and middle finger. A noise rolled from him like a storm, thunder from miles away, pulled from his chest, pulled even deeper from the tension of his muscles - A groan, low and drawn out to carve itself into the air.

"Just before I came here,"

The sounds of his responding euphoria stirred warmly in your lower stomach, underwear dampening the leather of his rocking shoe as you moaned quietly; It pushed him to do the same, letting the gasps roll from his chest, head leaned back in a relaxed manner despite his hand quickening around his twitching cock. You wanted so badly to sit on his lap, lower yourself around him and hear his voice break, to hear him beg in the same way he made you. Your eyes were half lidded, flickering between his cock and expression - He kept eye contact as his eyebrows furrowed, eyes rolling back slightly as his hips stuttered forward into his fist, pace wavering. Sweat glazed his forehead, beading down his jaw and neck as he watched you get ever so closer to your peak. The sight of it would never leave him, watching your thighs twitch and spasm as you clutch onto his leg, aimlessly begging for him not to stop.

"Look at me -"

Thomas' voice was uncharacteristically strangled, edging on a pleading whimper as the stringing hot tangle in his body began to pull tighter, tighter. His mind spun with the image of you, hips unable to keep up with his pace as you rode out your shackling orgasm, tears brimming in your eyes. He was addicted to it, the high of watching your hazey mind be pushed to overstimulation, biting your lip as you kept your gaze on his.

Your expression drove him over the edge, throwing his head back as he came messily, rough palm wrapping tightly over the tip of his cock. His cum stained your face, his black slacks a mess as he took in ragged breaths, still teasing himself with his eyes wrenched shut. He whispered to himself quietly in Romani, swears tangling with your name as he released himself, hand shaking. His heart pounded against his chest, veins on the backs of his palms and forearms bulging as his eyes slowly opened.

You were leaned into his leg, taking in deep breaths as you hesitantly made eyecontact with the man above you; Despite the intimacy of the moment, you feared he would send you away. Tell you to get dressed, clean this mess up and see yourself out. Yet as his hand moved, shaking as it met your cheek, his warmth was evident. Your position shifted slowly at first, knees wobbling as you attempted to sit on the couch, but Thomas was quick to bring his arms around you. It was unexpected, allowing you to lean your pressure into his body as he gathered himself, fingertips still shaking even as they threaded through your touseled hair.

"Thank you,"

It was breathless. Soft, pillowed with a deep breath, the swell of his chest making way for a space you could lay your head on. You took the opportunity, and he allowed it, resting his chin on your head with a quiet hum.

Thomas was right. You would be back for more.

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