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The Gangsta's Wife (Part 10)
DESCRIPTION: You decide its time to show off your new found home that your husband had bought with a big, celebratory party.
A/N - This part was about 2K words shorter. But then I made the smut part way more graphic and slightly longer. I hope you enjoy
WORD COUNT: 5401
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WARNINGS: smoking, swearing, talk of a breakup, guns, smut, hair pulling, oral (m receiving), praise, spit, mild masochism (both m and f), pet names (sir, love), possession kink, pussy slapping, fingering, mild orgasm denial, sub reader, dom Tommy, creampie, unprotected sex, teasing, dacryphillia
DISCLAIMERS
This is fiction. Please always talk to your partner before doing anything and make sure they are ok with what you are doing beforehand
This story does not follow the timeline of the show
You'd spent a month or so in your new house. Although your husband had bought this house as a family home for the three of you, it somehow always had your sisters or his brothers round. Today was no exception. Your sisters are here at lunch time. Sat around the table as you cooed Charlie.
Tommy walking into the room to join you. Nodding slightly at his in laws before looking at you. A smile coming over his lips at seeing you and his child. His happy expression doesn't last long though. Shifting slightly as the three of you go quiet at his presence.
"What is it?" he looks at the three of you. You point at your sisters.
"They are the ones with the idea. Ask them" he looks at them. Mary nudging Liz as he gives his in-laws a quizzical look. His smile having faded but a touch of amusement in his blue eyes remains.
"Ask him" she whispers to her sister.
"Ask me what?" Liz fiddles with her hands as she speaks.
"When are you having a party here?"
"A party?"
"The only people that have seen this house is us and your family. Why have such a grand house if you aren't showing it off?"
"We asked Flo" Mary speaks up, helping her sisters case. "But she said she needed to pass it by you first Mr Shelby". He smiles at the notion. Turning to look at you. Taking out a cigarette as he speaks.
"Your thoughts?". Placing the item in his mouth before lighting it. You pull your bottom lip between your teeth. Letting it go before speaking.
"I agree with my sisters. I love this house. And I'm not ashamed to want to show it off" he nods. Removing the stick from his mouth with his thumb and middle finger.
"When shall we have it then ey?"
"Next Saturday" Mary says, drawing his eyes back to her. "It gives us enough time to send letters out. But not so far in the future that people will forget. We can then prepare catering and anything else we need for a party. If anyone needs to stay the night before or after then they can do so as that day accepts those type of arrangements." He nods again. Using the hand, the one holding the cigarette in, to exaggerate his speech.
"Flo, I will give you a list of names I'd like you to invite on my behalf. Other then that, feel free to invite whoever you want" he smiles. Placing it back into his mouth before turning. Walking out the room.
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Your new maid helps you get dressed. Ready for the day of the party. Placing a beautiful silver necklace around your neck. You place two earrings into your lobes. Taking a minute to admire your wedding ring before adding a couple more to your fingers.. You stand up. Looking at yourself in the floor length mirror in your bedroom.
"You look beautiful Mrs Shelby" your maid says.
"Thank you Betty" you stroke down your dress. You turn to face her. Smiling. "You should borrow one of my dresses. Come to the party tonight"
"Oh now Mrs Shelby. I couldn't do that. It wouldn't be proper".
"If you change your mind and fancy an hour or so away from everything then you know where my dresses are. You're welcome to wear one of them tonight if you'd like". A knock at the door before it opens. Thomas walking inside holding Charlie. You go over. Seeing your son looking teary. "Oh no what happened?" you go over. A hand going to his cheek.
"He was crawling and fell down mid crawl. I did comfort him but I think he wanted his mothers love"
"Oh my poor baby" you gently take him. Kissing his head as you stroke his hair. He hides into you. Hearing a very sad sniff coming from him. Thomas places a soothing hand onto his back. Rubbing it gently. You start to hear the chatter of voices downstairs. Mary runs up. Pushing open the door as she runs in.
"People are here! Come on!" she smiles. Coming over and grabbing at your hand.
"I'll be down in a second" she nods. Grinning from ear to ear before skipping out the room. Betty comes over. Holding her hands out.
"Allow me Mrs Shelby". You kiss your child's temple. Passing Charlie over to her. Linking an arm with your husband. Him looking at you before you both head downstairs. Betty following shortly behind. Minding your son during the night.
You and Tommy go different ways. Socialising with different people throughout the night. You meet Vanessa. Linking an arm with her as you catch up with your gossip.
"I don't believe it" a voice interrupts your conversation. One that sounds very familiar. Turning you see Miss Finnley. A woman long forgotten in your past. Vanessa leans close to you as the woman makes her way over. Whispering into your ear.
"You invited your exes mum?"
"No. Not purposefully anyway" she comes over. Eyes scanning over your body as she places her hands in front of her. Delicately placed one over the other.
"Florence Hastings. How did a woman like you get into a party like this?".
"You know, you haven't changed a bit since I last saw you". You try not to laugh at the obvious disgust in her eyes. Like your some sort of scum of the earth.
"Who did you steal this dress from then, hmm?"
"I bought this dress. With my husbands money"
"What a poor man. Being married to a woman like you. How did you drag him into marrying you then?" you half smile.
"I've got a great set of tits and a rocking ass" her eyes widen. A look of shock on her face, jaw dropping. You smile at her. Linking an arm with Vanessa "I hope you have a good rest of the evening". You turn again. Walking away from her.
"You know something" Vanessa says as you go to the food table "I think you've gotten more ballsy since being married to that Shelby fella" you chuckle slightly. Grabbing a cupcake.
"I have to be quick witted in his family. They'd eat me alive otherwise" she laughs as you eat the cake. Betty comes over to you. A very tired looking Charlie in her arms. You smile sweetly at him as you stroke his hair.
"Someone is sleepy so we thought we'd come and say goodnight before heading to bed". You smile. Kissing your child's head.
"Goodnight my sweet boy. I love you" you kiss his head again. Stroking his hair as you watch her go over to Tommy. Him giving the boy the same treatment you did. An admiring smile coming over your face as you watch. Betty taking your son to bed.
Vanessa watches you. A knowing look in her eye. You tun back to her. Your smile changing as you look at her. "What's his name?"
"Charlie. His names Charlie"
"Wasn't that your dads name?" you nod. Your smile saddening slightly as you pick up another cake. "Its a lovely name. Your father would've been proud of the woman you've become". You nod again. Taking a bite of your food. Some other people come over. Chatting with you as you stay around the food table for the evening.
You hear a familiar voice again. "This is her Mr Shelby". You turn. Seeing Miss Finnley with your husband. His eyes meet yours, a look of confusion and amusement in his eyes. "This is the girl who used vile language in front of myself and your guests". You look down. Biting at the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from laughing. "Honestly. Some people have no manners. I demand that you make her leave at once"
"Mrs-"
"I think it'd be best for you and the other guests to not have such a disgusting girl here at your grand party. Goodness knows who she stole the dress from"
"Mrs Dickinson" he manages to cut her off. You look puzzled at the name but try not to let it show on your face. "I see that you've met my wife ". She looks at him. Blinking a few times.
"I- your-" she stutters for words.
"Please get back to the party. Enjoy the food and drink that my lovely wife has prepared for you". He smiles at her. An extremely amused look on his face as he looks at you. You smile at him as he turns. Going back to the social group he was with. She turns to you. More disgust on her face as she eyes you up and down.
Giving a soft 'hmmp' she turns. Her nose sticking upwards as she practically storms out. You turn back to Vanessa. "That actually happened..." Grabbing a few grapes. Popping them in your mouth as she lets out a low laugh.
"You said that your husband made a list of guests to invite?" you nod. "Was the name Mrs Dickinson on this list?". You think for a moment. Recalling the name as you nod. "Well that'd be it. She must've remarried. Changed her name. Meaning that she is no longer Miss Finnley, instead is Mrs Dickinson"
"I feel sorry for the poor sod that married her" she laughs. A low snort coming out, causing her to laugh more. You smile. Offering her some sweet treats as you both continue chatting. Vanessa sticking by your side the rest of the night.
During the early hours of the morning the party disbands. Your guests depart. Either going to the rooms you've provided for them. Or taking various cars and carriages home. You retire to your room. Soon followed by your husband. You sit at the edge of the bed. Taking off your shoes as he goes over to the vanity unit. Lighting up a cigarette. Sitting on the arm chair. You pick up your shoes. Placing them neatly away.
Your husband draws a drag. Placing his hand down, resting on the arm of the chair as he exhales the smoke. Putting his head back as he looks at the ceiling. You look at him as your hands go up to your ears. Taking out the earrings from them. You go over to the vanity unit. Placing the jewelry onto the side. His head remains back. Not paying you any mind.
You put your hands around your back. Unbuttoning your dress as you walk over to the bed. Bringing it down your body, stepping out of it. Leaving you in your bra, underwear, and stockings. Folding the dress over your arm as you go over to the wardrobe. Taking out a hanger and placing it onto it. Stroking down the material before placing it inside the wardrobe.
"I liked that dress you were wearing" Thomas says. You look at him. His eyes now on you.
"Thank you. I made it whilst I was at the safe house. Edward got me the material". You admire the fabric one more time before shutting the door. He places the cigarette back into his mouth. Inhaling before removing the stick.
"Come here". You turn and walk over to him. Him snubbing out his smoke before you make it to him. He takes your hand. Admiring the rings on your fingers.
"These are new"
"I spent a long time in that house... so when I got out I went a bit overboard with buying things". He lets out an amused scoff. His thumb running along the jewels as he looks at them.
"A beautiful woman deserves beautiful items such as these". You smile.
"Mr Shelby, you flatter me" he looks at you. Eyes warm and inviting. Your joyous smile softening as you look at him. You bend down. Kneeling between his legs. His hand remaining on yours. Stroking over your fingers as you keep eye contact. Your other hand coming to his leg. Your finger dancing on his thigh.
"What did you say to Mrs Dickinson?"
"Oh no. You don't need to know that" you drop his gaze. Tilting your head to the side.
"Do you know her?". You nod slightly. Knowing the silence holds questions he wont ask you, but requires an answer for. You take in a breath. Looking at his leg as you continue to circle his thigh.
"I used to date her son" your voice small. Feeling his eyes on you. "We had plans to elope. Run to Scotland and get married. But his mother found out. Told him that if he married me she wouldn't give him any of her fortune". You still your hand. Taking in a breath. "He chose money. Money over love. I waited for him at the train station for 3 hours. Longest three hours of my fucking life". You remove your hand from his leg. Turning away from him as you wipe a tear that threatens to fall down your face. "Jesus fuck" you say.
He gently takes you chin. Leaning forward. Making you look at him. His grip soft as he meets your eyes. "Fuck them both, ey? Fuck 'em". You take in a breath through your nose. A slow breath as he watches your eyes. His face about a foot away from yours.
"Miss Finnl- Mrs Dickinson asked how I had managed to get married. So... I... told her that it was because of my... tits and ass". His face cracks. A smile coming over his lips and going through his cheeks to his eyes. Admiration in his gaze. His hand moving slightly. Brushing his thumb over your lips as he lets out a soft laugh.
"You always amaze me Mrs Shelby". Your eyes darting between his. Piercing blue orbs stay fixed onto yours. You move timidly. Placing your hands onto his knees you kneel up slightly. His eyes remaining on yours as you search his. Closing the gap between you. Your lips pressing onto his. His hand remains on your chin as you kiss him. You move away slightly. Noses brushing as you look at him. Pressing your lips together before speaking.
"You know..." you tilt your head slightly. Gently brushing your lips over his. "I don't have any duties tonight...". You run your hands up his thighs. Gripping near the top of them. "Betty is looking after Charles... My sisters are likely tired from the party... as are all of our guests. They'll probably sleep through tonight". You bring your hand up. Fingers lightly tracing his groin. Your lips finding his again. Kissing him as you rest your palm onto him. Softly pushing down. Palming him through his trousers. A soft grunt escaping his lips. Passed into yours as you continue kissing. His hand moving from your chin to the back of your head. Gripping your hair.
He pulls you away, hand knotted into your curls as he meets your eyes. "That pretty little mouth of yours seems to get you in trouble" he taunts. "Lets see if you can use it for more... practical uses, ey?". You bite your bottom lip. Him removing your hand with his free one as he keeps eye contact with you. His eyes filling with lust as he takes himself out of his trousers.
His cock half hard from your palming. He pushes you down. Hand still firmly holding you as he brings you closer to him. Your hands gong to his thighs as you look up at him. Mouth in line with his length. He takes himself in his hand. Gently putting the tip to your mouth. Going soft on the grip of your hair. "Open". You oblige. Sticking your tongue out as he pushes himself into your mouth. His cock growing increasingly hard by the second, soon becoming fully erect.
His hand tightens. Feeling him pull at the roots. You let out a soft whine. The action causing him to push you down onto him. Feeling him intrude your throat. You try your best not to gag as he fills you. Shutting your eyes as your nose hits his pelvic bone. He lets out a hiss before he releases you. You cough, a trail of saliva connecting your lips to his cock. Taking in some deep breaths before he brings you to his length again. Welcoming him in as he proceeds to bob your head up and down. Feeling it hitting the back of your throat with each thrust.
Your hands grip his thighs. Nails digging into the trousered flesh. "Good girl" he coos. The praise going straight to your wetting core. You rub your thighs together. Wanting some sort of friction. He pushes your down again. Relaxing your throat as he enters you. Hollowing out your cheeks as you run your tongue under him. A low grunt escaping his lips. Forcing you down more. You feel tears come to your eyes at the intrusion. Struggling for breath as you hum around him.
"Fuck" he mutters. Somehow managing to push you further down. You shut your eyes. Hands clenching to fists. Feeling the tears fall down your cheeks. He keeps you there. A deep hum coming from his throat as he deprives you of oxygen. You lightly tap his leg once you need air. Pulling you from him. You breath deeply. Chest rising heavily. Trying your best not to cough. Spit falling from your lips as you look at him. His eyes watching yours. The sharp blue cutting into you. He removes his hand from your hair. Tilting his head as he watches you. Eagerly waiting for his next words.
"Stand" he demands. You get up. Pushing yourself up on his legs. Standing in front of him as he watches you. He traces his finger over the waistband of your underwear. "Take them off". You hook your finger into them. Pushing them down, stepping out of them. His hand comes up. Barely touching you.
"Hmm" he hums. Finger going between your slit. You catch your breath. A whine coming out. "Have you been touching yourself?". Your breathing becomes deeper. Quicker. Distracted by his finger dancing on your clit that you forget to answer him. He retracts his hand. Causing you to whine out. Looking down at him. "Have you touched yourself since I last fucked you?". You feel your cheeks redden slightly at the question. Shaking your head. A soft 'no' coming from your lips. He brings his hand back up. Running over your folds before pushing a finger into you easily. A broken moan leaves your lips at the sudden intrusion. Fluttering your eyes.
"Poor thing. Completely touch starved". He rolls it inside of you. Your hand goes forward. Resting on his shoulder as you steady yourself. The other coming up. Cupping and squeezing at your still clothed breast. Eyes shutting fully as you lull your head to the side.
"Please...". You beg. Not even sure what your asking for. He lets out an almost sadistic chuckle before removing his finger as quickly as he entered. Your eyes open again. A look of desperation on your face. "No. Please". You bring your hand to his other shoulder. Running them up his neck as you shuffle closer to him. Eyes darting over his face as he looks up at you.
"Tell me what you want, love". You whine. Rubbing your thighs together. His eyes glance down. A smile coming over his lips as he looks back up at you.
"I-I want to feel good. Please make me feel good". He pulls his trouser down slightly. Letting his cock out more. Taking your hips in his hands. Pulling you onto his lap. Your hands falling back onto his shoulders.
He lifts your hips. You hovering above him as he takes hold of his cock. Lining it up with you as you lower yourself. Slowly. Feeling your heart beat fast with every inch he fills you up. You wrap an arm around his neck. The other going to his cheek as you kiss him. His arms wrapping around you as he fills you completely.
Your hand goes to his torso. Gently gripping at the fabric of his layers. His hands snake up the length of your back. Going to your bra and discarding it onto the floor. His hands coming to the front. Gently running over your breasts. You pull at his top layers.
"Off. Please Tommy" he looks at you. "Please". He moves. Removing his blazer and waistcoat. He loosens his tie. Pulling it over his head. Your hands go to the buttons of his shirt as he places his tie around your neck. Tightening it as you undo the last button. He strips himself of it. Tossing it onto the floor. Letting the length of his tie fall between your breasts.
You brace your hands onto his shoulders again. Your body flush against his as you start to grind against him. His cock molding inside of you. Hitting all of those delicious spots. You dig your nails into his skin. Whimpers and moans escaping your lips as you grind against him. His hands tracing your spine. Lightly dragging his blunt nails over your skin. The dull pain causing you to tighten around him.
"Fuck" he mutters. Arms going around you as he stands. Your legs going around his waist. Wrapping your arms around his neck as he walks to the bed. Lying you down as he comes on top of you. Kissing your neck before sitting up. Still firmly inside of you as he grips your hips. Not hesitating as he begins to piston his hips into yours.
"Shit" Your hand coming down. Grabbing at his holding you still. He takes yours. Letting you grip onto his fingers as an unholy groan scratches through your throat. Feeling your high getting so close to you. "Please. Please Tommy".
"Cum on my cock". You cover your mouth. Muffling your moan as you scream out. Your hole spasming around him as he slows his movements. Helping you ride out your high. Your breathing laboured as you drop your hand. Fingers still tightened around his. His hips still slow against yours. Eyes fluttering from the feeling. His free hand grabbing the tie around your neck. Pulling you up so your face is inches away from his. One hand resting on his chest. The other holding his wrist.
"I forgot how good you feel" he says. A whisper as he keeps you close to him. His hips still slowly moving in and out of you. "So fucking good". You tighten around him. Causing him to smile. "You like praise ey? Like being a good girl for me? Letting me fuck this needy cunt of yours" he pulls out of you. You whine at the lack of contact. His hand still gripping the tie around your neck as he kneels in front of you. Free hand coming up. Your hole slightly agape from his member as he dips his finger into you. His eyes look up at you.
"Such a pretty little thing" he lightly taps you clit with his fingers. Gently slapping it. You flinch at each hit. Over sensitive due to your recent orgasm. Both hands going down to try and stop his torment. He drops the tie. Taking your hands in one of his. Holding them to your stomach. "This is mine" he plays with your clit. Your hips stutter at his touch. "I get to do what I want with it. Understood?". You nod slightly. A shiver going down your spine at both his touch and his words. He drops your hands as he stands up. Pulling his trousers down fully. Stepping out. Leaving him naked before you. He takes the tie again. Pulling you towards him as your lips meet.
He pushes back into you. You moan against his lips. Him gripping the tie as he plunges in and out of you. You grip his neck as he fucks you. Screwing your eyes shut. Nails digging into his skin as you mold your lips to his. Muffling the noises you make as he comes closer to his high. Bringing you along with him. He grunts against your lips. Pulling away as he pushes his hips into you. Feeling him cum deep inside of you. You let out a satisfied moan. Your toes curling. Letting your own orgasm wash over you.
Leaning forward and kissing his shoulder as he gently rocks against you. Pushing his cum into you. The sound of both of your juices mixing filling your ears. He pulls out of you. Kneeling before you like a man in prayer. His arms wrapping around you. Resting where your hips meet you ass. His head resting against your stomach as you wrap your arms around his head. Holding him close to you as you shut your eyes. Playing with the long hair atop his head.
"We should get some sleep..." you whisper. He doesn't say anything. Unsure if he heard you or not. "Mr Shelby?". He moves away. Thumbs rubbing your skin.
"Back to formalities already, ey?". You feel your cheeks redden. "You can drop the nicety"
"I-"
"Unless you get off on only saying my name when we fuck". Your cheeks redden more.
"That's not... That's not what that is Mr Shelby..."
"Then call me Thomas. We are married and you did carry my child"
"Mr-" he doesn't say anything. Instead, he watches you with those damn eyes. "Thomas". He smiles.
"Good girl". He stands. Grabbing his underwear and placing them on himself. He grabs his shirt. Bringing it over to you, his arm outstretched with the fabric in his hand. You take it from him. Putting it on your torso.
"Thank you" you say softly. He goes to his blazer. Taking out two cigarettes and a lighter. Rolling one over his lips before keeping it in place. Handing you the other one. You take it. Placing it in your mouth as he lights the end for you before lighting his own. He goes to the top of your bed. Getting under the covers.
You stand up. Undoing the tie around your neck as you place it onto the vanity unit. Folding it neatly. Tommy's eyes on your thighs. You wearing his white shirt, plus the stockings still on your legs. You were an extraordinary sight. You go to the edge of the bed. Sitting onto it, placing the smoke into your mouth. Taking off your stockings and throwing them onto one of the various piles of clothes on the floor. Swiveling around so you can put your bare legs underneath the warm blanket. Taking one last inhale before putting it out in the ashtray by your bed.
You wake up early the next morning. You see Tomas still sleeping in the bed next to you. Usually he was up early working so this was a surprise. You stretch. Sitting up you look at the clock on the wall. 5:30. You let out a deep sigh. No wonder the rest of the house was quiet. You scratch the back of your head. Wincing slightly as you feel the nights events effect your body. Rubbing your forehead with your palm. You scan the bedroom. Seeing your clothes dotted around the room.
You swing your legs over the side of the bed. Doing up the buttons of the shirt you're wearing before bending down. Picking up the various clothes items. Sorting through as you determine them to be clean and dirty. Thomas's jacket being clean, you sling it over the back of the chair. Hearing a 'thump' you jump slightly. Eyes darting to what made the noise. Your blood goes cold. You must've knocked his gun from the side, or it might've been in his jacket and it fell out.
Regardless. The weapon is now sitting on the floor. You kneel beside it. This item being the last thing so many men saw before they died. Your hand shakes slightly. You clench them before you trace over the weapon. Admiring the dangerous beauty. Fingers gently touching over the length of it before you get the nerve to pick it up. Laying it in both your palms as your eyes dance over it.
"I'd be careful with that" you turn your head. Thomas was sat up, watching you. His back resting against the bed rest.
"I was just- It must've fallen whilst I was tidying our clothes" you motion at the chairdrobe now in the room. He looks at it, then back at you. His eyes focusing on the weapon as you haphazardly stand. Placing it back onto the side. "Its a beautiful pistol". You look back at him. An amused look on is face. "What?"
"Revolver. Not pistol". You pause for a moment. Your brow furrowing before speaking again.
"What's the difference?" you say. An almost embarrassed whisper as he laughs. He gets out of bed. Walking over to you. You continue to look at him. Watching as he stands a foot away from you. Reaching behind you, taking the gun from the table. He holds it. His eyes on yours as he brings the weapon up. You look at it. Body stiff as he speaks.
"A revolver has a revolving chamber. A pistol has a stationary chamber". You nod slightly. Wide eyes still on the weapon. "Look at me Florence". You tilt your head up. Meeting his gaze. Unable to get how he can be so calm whilst holding such a deadly object. A slight fear in your eyes as he brings the gun down. His free hand coming up. Gently running over your cheek bone. "I'm not going to hurt you love". You nod. Timidly at first but growing stronger as your voice comes out quietly in the room.
"I know. I know". He moves his hand from your face. Holding it out, palm upwards.
"Give me your hand". You hesitate before you bring a hand up. Placing it in his. He notices you shaking "Trust me". He speaks as he turns your hand. Palm facing upwards. Bringing the gun back up. Your eyes flashing down. Placing the gun into it. Wrapping the digits around the grip. You go to protest but he interrupts you. "The more you get to know a weapon the less intimidating it can seem". Nodding slightly as your eyes stay fixed on the firearm. "Hold it here. Pull back this to cock it. Aim at whatever you want to shoot. Then pull the trigger" his fingers pointing at the different aspects.
"How do they not scare you?". Your voice quiet. If he wasn't as close as he was he likely wouldn't have heard you. He takes in a breath through his nose.
"I've been around them to long for them to scare me as they scare you". You force your eyes away from the weapon, looking at him. Blue orbs glance up into yours. "Getting better already with them". You give him a curious look. "You can actually look at me whilst there is a gun in your hand". A small smile comes over his lips. "A few months ago you wouldn't even be in the same room as a gun, let alone be holding it". You let out a small scoff. Nodding as you let him take the weapon from your hands.
"You're right. You're completely right, Mr Shelby". His face shifts. His smile growing as he appears charmed by your words. "What?" you speak softly. Placing it onto the counter behind you. He comes back in front of you. Eyes looking between yours as he has a soft yet loud smirk on his face.
"Were you so cock drunk last night that you forgot what I said?". Your face burns up at the comment. Your mind trying to remember quickly.
"I-" His smile grows. His eyes narrow marginally as he continues to tease you. "Or is it some sort of turn on - saying my name only during sex?"
"Its- its not like that. I-" you stutter. Cheeks a burning red as he smiles at you.
"Its alright love. Either way, I understand". He moves away from you. Grabbing out a clean shirt from the chest of drawers. "Get dressed. We have guests to entertain this morning". Taken aback by his words you let out a little nod. You start to disrobe and get dressed too.
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Pairing | Tommy Shelby x wife!reader
Summary | Free use wife.
Warnings | Smut, breeding kink, free use lol, in public, exhibitionism, pregnancy (very few details causeā¦ cāmon lolā¦ Iām the one who wrote itš), light humiliation.
Words | 1.5 k
Notes | Yeah this gif still makes me feral
Ao3 link | <3
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Kinktober | day 2: free use + breeding kink
Tommy didnāt expect much from you as a wife. There were already staff who cooked and cleaned and you didnāt have any children yet. The one thing he did expect from you though, was being ready and willing to take his cock at any time of the day.Ā
Sometimes heād be more gentle about it, coaxing you away from whatever task or conversation you were involved in to somewhere more private where heād ravish you until you could only think about him and his cock. Other times, heād be more desperate.Ā
If you happened to bring him lunch on a particularly stressful work day, heād drag you in his office and bend you over the desk, fucking away all of his stress, if at least for a few minutes.Ā
Sometimes at the race track heād pull you away to a more secludedā but still very publicā area and cover your mouth as he plowed into you, rough and desperate, borderline animalistic. If the sound of your muffled moans didnāt give you away, the loud slapping of skin definitely did, but he didnāt care. If he wanted you, nothing was stopping him from taking you.Ā
A few times you even woke up to him lazily rutting into you, fucking you deep, but keeping the pace slow. Heād moan quietly, kissing and biting your neck, even sucking on the sensitive skin to leave marks.Ā
If he was ever short on time, heād force you to your knees and fuck your face, making you gag and choke on his cock until tears streamed down your cheeks. Sometimes heād blow his load down your throat. But if you werenāt in public or in too much of a hurry for anything, heād paint your pretty face with his come, marking you as his.Ā
He knew you were embarrassed everytime you came back after he dragged you away. Every single time, without fail, you always looked like you were just fucked stupid. But that only encouraged him. He liked showing people that you belonged to himā that his wife was more than happy to satisfy him, even in public.Ā
It was also common for him to pull over and make you ride his cock in the car, smiling at all the people who drove past. If he couldnāt pull over, heād grab your hair and force you down on his cock. Even if he arrived at the destination, he wouldnāt stop until you drained his balls and swallowed every last drop. It didnāt matter if it was the middle of the day or if it was pitch black outā it didnāt even matter if the window was open or not. Heād fuck your face and throw his head back as the pleasure consumed him until he finally fell over the edge. Sometimes, his sounds would attract attention, and he loved the look on peopleās faces when you lifted yourself up, smiling and wiping the lower half of your face with the back of your hand.Ā
This didnāt happen often, but if he were ever in the middle of fucking you, too consumed by the feeling of your tight cunt squeezing his cock, and someone knocked on the door, heād tell them to come in. It was usually someone you didnāt even knowā one time it was Arthurā¦ that was a particularly humiliating experience for youā but he wouldnāt stop. Heād keep you bent over his desk or on his lap and continue fucking you as you tried to not make any sounds. He always thought it was amusing when you tried to be quiet.Ā
One time, he walked in on you holding Adaās baby, smiling and cooing at him, making him giggle relentlessly. As soon as Tommy got you alone, his cock was inside you and he rambled on about fucking a baby into you, breeding you nice and deep until he knocked you up. His words were almost incoherent with arousal as he described this fantasy of your belly full with his kid, your tits swollen with milk, and the glow that youād have from all of it. He rambled on about raising them together, how good youād look as the mother of his kids, how he wanted to fuck baby after baby into youā¦ breed you until he fucking ran out of come.Ā
That sparked a conversation between the two of you. While the original plan was to wait a few years, you both agreed to shorten that time frame. So less than two years later, you were off of birth control and he was breeding you every chance he had. Honestly you were getting a little worn out, but you never complained. No matter how tiring it could be, you still absolutely loved it.Ā
It became even more of a frequent occurrence for you to be walking around with either come soaked panties or come running down your thighs. He also took a liking to cock warming. In bed, on his desk chair, in the carā anywhere he couldā heād fuck you and fill you with his come, then keep you plugged up, wanting to make sure it really had a chance to take.Ā
At home, heād put you in the mating press position, then stuff you full of his come. Only instead of letting you relax, he'd keep your hips tilted up so none of it could leak out and make you come again with his mouth as a reward for staying in that position.Ā
The first time he fucked you after finding out you were pregnantā¦ he was practically feral. The fact that there was a baby inside youā that it was his baby, made him all but lose control. He ravaged you with an intensity heās only had a few times, rambling on about how he planned to fuck you like this for a while since he would eventually have to be gentlerā if he could even fuck you at all. The problem was that his promise didnāt just apply to when he fucked you in the privacy of your own home, but it was just a problem for you. Tommy loved that you couldnāt keep quiet.Ā
Months down the line, rough, hard fucking turned into gentle love making. Heād kiss you tenderly as his hips rocked into you, keeping the pace almost tortuously slow. He tended to kiss over your stomach whenever he could and caress it with gentle hands. Both of you were surprised and disappointed by the fact that your breasts were far too tender for any touch to feel good. So he kept his hands and mouth elsewhere.Ā
The love making usually took place in bed. But every once in a while, heād come up behind you and wrap his arms around your small frame, placing his hands on your belly as he kissed your neck until he finally got too impatient and lifted your dress to slip his cock inside.Ā
Around eight months, and even for weeks after the birth, he showed no sign of needing you like that. He never made you feel pressured either, even when heād hold you at night. You were grateful though because your body definitely wasnāt ready for that yet.Ā
It was a little after two months postpartum that you were becoming a bit too needy though. One day, after watching him play with and hold the baby, you finally snapped. The second you were alone you practically jumped his bones, kissing him almost animalistically and pulling on his hair until he moaned into your mouth and finally grabbed your hips.Ā
āLove,ā He started, but cut off when you unzipped your dress and let it fall to the floor, pooling around your feet.
āIf you donāt fuck me right now Iām going to lose my mind.ā You warned breathily, working on ripping his clothes off.Ā
āSlow down, darling. You have to be careful.ā He said gently, making you more frustrated.
āThomas Shelby, I swear to god if you donāt fuck me, Iāll go find someone who will.ā You growled, giving him one last warning. He raised his brows, shocked and amused by your words. āI carried your child for nine months. The least you could do is make me come on your cock until I forget my own name.āĀ
āYouāre that needy, eh?ā He smirked, making you scowl. āCalm down, Mrs. Shelby, Iāll give it to youā¦ā you still get butterflies when he calls you that, ābut you know I canāt resist teasing you.āĀ
āYouāve teased me for months. Either fuck the shit out of me or Iāll get it from someone else.ā You said, voice low and almost threatening, but you knew it only made Tommy more amused.Ā
āHow have I teased you for months?ā He asked innocently.Ā
āChrist, Tommyā just fuck me already. You have to do what I say because I just birthed a whole baby for you.āĀ
āI guess you're right.ā He said with a sly smirk. āUntil you forget your own name?ā You nodded eagerly and he walked you backwards until your legs hit the bed. Once you were laying down, he crawled over you and kissed you deeply, making you moan against his lips and bring your hands up to his hair. āAs you wish, darling.āĀ
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phone call
synopsis - tommy receives a phone call in the middle of having sex with his wife.
pairing - tommy shelby x reader / thomas shelby x reader
warnings - SMUT +18, rough sex, use of foul language, breeding kink, praising kink, creampie, just full of porn, unprotected sex, p in v
notes - short (w.c <850), gif and picture isn't mine, divider is mine
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His hands explored every inch of your sensitive body with a satisfying touch that sent shivers down your spine. There was an irresistible affection between the two of you that was endless. Your breath caught as his dominant, wild hip thrusts into yours, causing hectic, unrestrained moans with every thrust.
"Oh my God- yes, Thomas!"
As he pushed you farther into the mattress, his weight and heat surrounded you as you lay beneath him, your bodies linked. He drew closer as your legs coiled around his hips, stretching you in the most delicious way as he slid deeper with each thrust. Tommy started to breathe hard, his chest heaving as sweat collected on his forehead and trickled down to mix with the heat from your smooth skin. He met your gaze with lust and something deeper than that.
"Yes, baby.. fuck- you take me so well.. so fucking well," he praised on your ear as he rested his head on your neck, his deep thrusts not stopping.
The telephone on top of the nightstand beside your shared bed rang loudly. Your husband stopped, looking at the phone near him.
Who the fuck is calling at this hour?
Tommy picked the phone up, not leaving the bed.
"Thomas Shelby." he answered.
You expected him that he would draw away and stop, especially when the phone rang. He stopped and reached for it, and you felt upset. Tommy, though, chose to stay still and answered the phone with one hand while tightening his grip on your waist with the other and suddenly thrusting his hips forward once more.
His thrusts continued to shock you, causing your body to tense in surprise, but before you could respond, pleasure took over. His cock sank farther, each malicious movement finding that exact spot. You ended up speechless by both of his soothing phone voice and the way he caused your body to react to him.
"What ha-happened?" Tommy asked over the phone, his breathing heavily telling each question with a struggled and unsteady voice. He attempted to keep his composure, but the force of his motions made it almost impossible as his chest rose and fell quickly. As he tried to concentrate on the talk, you could feel his heart thumping against your body and his breath rapid and hot against your skin.
Tommy looked at you, a smirk painted on his face. With his free hand, his fingers toyed with your hardened nipples, brushing them and squeezing it.
"Tomm-" you covered your mouth immediately as you nearly moaned his name out loud, afraid of whoever is on the phone hearing that Tommy is fucking his wife at the moment.
"Yeah, I'll handle that tomorrow morning," his voice was deep making you feel wetter and wetter. A familiar feeling coiled down through your stomach.
"Tommy, I'm so close," you quietly moaned. Your fingers gripped the silk bedsheets tightly as you felt your high coming.
The room was filled with the constant sound of your bodies meeting, the heat between you growing with each slap of flesh on skin. Your thoughts were taken over by the intense pleasure that was shooting through your entire body as your eyelids fluttered closed, buried in a fog of ecstasy. You vaguely heard Tommy drop the phone somewhere in the distance, but it didn't really matter. The way he grabbed you closer and pounded your hips with such merciless pace that every thrust sent shivers of pleasure through your entire body was all that mattered. Heavy intakes of breath from him, merging with your groans as he pushed you both to the edge.
"Good girl, yes, yes.. Finish on my cock."
Tommy experienced the same closeness as your cock clenched all over it. With a deep moan, he raised your right leg to his shoulders. He treated you like the most precious gemstones that thieves like him could take. Tommy groaned and praised as his head rolled back.
"D'you want me to cum inside you? Breed you? Make you mine?"
"Yes, yes! Fill me up, sir! Please!"
His back was scratched by your nails, and in a few hours, scars will definitely begin to appear. You groaned, breasts bouncing and the bed creaking with every pound.
And then, after a few more thrusts, he smashed deep inside of you until he poured all of his seed into your abused and tight walls. It was warm and filled. Tommy groaned loudly and pleased, then rested his head on the side of your neck to inhale yourself. He waited until every last drop of his cum filled you before pulling out.
As soon as he pulled out, a mixture of his and your load leaked outside your throbbing pussy. Tommy got up, grabbing a box of tissue and cleaned the both of you up.
"Who was that?" you asked.
"Just the betting shop asking for me to check on something."
"You think they.. heard me?"
"I'm sure they did and I'm glad so that they know how much I fucking please my lovely wife." he chuckled before planting another kiss to your lips.
You gladly kissed him back but the kiss deepened and the both of you know what that means.
Another round.
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this is literally the hottest thing iāve ever seen in my entire life. i am just sitting here watching it over and over and over and over againā¦ ITS TOO MUCH FOR MY BRAIN TO HANDLE.
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Sweet treat
ā Pairing: Stepdad!Thomas Shelby X stepdaughter!Reader
ā Warnings: SMUT, stepdad x stepdaughter, they both off age, cheating, sweet words.
ā Summary: Thomas needs a bit of a sweet treat after a rough and long day at work.
ā Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English. Took me ages to finish this, sorry for the wait... been quite stuck and busy lately. šā¤ļø
"Darling..." his low sweet voice called as his rough hand brushed away the hair that was on Y/n's face.
It was still dark when the young woman opened her eyes, still half asleep and a bit confused of what was happening due to the deep sleep she previously was in.
"That's my princess," the voice cooed almost mockingly and she could feel the callous hand move on her neck now... against her warm skin.
She knew too well what was going on but her groggy mind didn't allow her to fully take in what was surrounding her.
Almost reflexively a small smile appeared on her face when Tommy's lips kissed her forehead tenderly, the fingers of the sinner now moving the fabric of her nightgown off her shoulder... exposing her tender body to the cool air of the night.
His extension at work that day meant only one thing... he was searching something specific from her... and it was urgent since the man woke her up just for that.
He usually didn't wake her up on purpose... but he made an exception just in those desperate nights.
"Wake-up for daddy, sweet girl" his accent thicker than usual, she could tell it clearly when his low raspy voice pulled her completely back into reality.
The young woman inhaled sharply as soon as she felt the contrast of the tender caress on her cheek and the dirty feeling of Thomas' throbbing boner which was pressing down her lower stomach.
Her tired eyes flattered open for the second time, wandering slightly confused before meeting her stepdad's light piercing eyes and his towering frame.
Sleepiness was still blinding her mind and she needed to get fully awake to understand completely what was happeningā but her body reacted faster than her mind.
"There she is. Good girl" Thomas hummed at the view, removing skillfully his shirt before opening his pants as well, pulling them down with his underwear.
The only light present in the room was the little candle he brought there and the soft smoothing light of the moon, which made her understand that it was still pretty early to actually wake up and start the day... and her mom was probably still in her own bed.
The girl could really feel now the rough circles that her stepdad was doing on her clit through her panties, which made her body jolt slightly in pleasure and bite automatically her bottom lip to be quiet. He always liked that she was so responsive for his touch and his praises. It made it easier to get her wet and go to the main part quickly when he needed.
"Tommyā" the young woman nearly whined out as she spread her legs wider to indulge in that pre-orgasm sensation which was the amazing path of the perfect stimulation of her body caused by various factors. Like his tongue swirling now around her hard nipples, mixed with the rough massage her clit was undergoing and his calloused free hand which was busy kneading her flesh.
"Had such a.... fookin'... shit.. of.. day..." Thomas revealed between open mouth kisses, never stopping to work on her so to get her ready for him as he continued to ramble about what happened.
Sadly he had little patience that night so as soon as her smaller body shook due to the orgasm, which hit her like a train, he sucked his fingers clean and easily manhandling her into a position he liked.
Lay down on her belly, ass up and hands flat on the sheet so that the man could easily reach for them.
The young woman's head was resting on the soft pillow, her breathing was heavy as she heard just the soft sound of the fabric moving and the cracking of her bed. She didn't dare to look and check on what her stepfather was doing, opting to behave and close her eyes as she waited patiently.
Thoughts swam in her head, making her bite her bottom lip inconsciously as her body kept buzzing from her earlier orgasm.
Her mom was still in the other room and there were so many maids they could have been easily caught if they wouldn't have paid attention.... not that Thomas was worried about it. In contrary, it was quite exciting for himā for them.
"Always so good for me, luv" The man's low and raspy voice interrupted the silence as the tip of his cock teased her entrance, thrusting carefully in the tip a couple of time to make her relax a bit before the definitive push which made her nearly scream and take his lenght all at once.
Tommy's rough hand flight to her mouth, covering it completely as he slowly pulled out, after waiting to allow her to adjust, enough to leave just the tip inside before thrusting harshly back in.
"So good" he breathed out with a grunt, continuing with his slow but rough movements not caring about her at all now that he had manage to be deep balls in her cunt
"You like it, love?" he asked breathlessly, as his hand sneaked to her chest so that he could play with her perky tits while still keeping one on her mouth to prevent her to be too loud.
It was perfection, Thomas loved those moments with her... his wife was nothing compare to Y/n. His sweet Y/n.
The bed kept cracking at each rough thrust he did, nearly covering the sensual noises of their skin slapping together as his hips snapped forward hitting her joggling ass.
Their body were covered of a thin layer of sweat which started to soak the bedsheets as the time passed and Thomas's cock kept bullying her warm walls inside, his tip hitting her g-spot roughly a couple of time before sending her over the edge.
He didn't stopped at all, rather he increased the speed now that his own control was slipping away since his dick was being milked by his stepdaughter's tight pussy. One thrust, two thrusts, threeā and his body tensed, his hips pressing flat against hers and his lenght deep inside of her so not to dirty the sheets with the warm thick load that was filling her up.
"You're fookin' amazing, love. Daddy really needed it" the older man praised in a breath, his hips rocking in lazy swings before he finally let himself collapse on her smaller bodyā caging her in a hug till early morning.
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birthday gift
FOR: THOMAS SHELBY X VIRGIN READER
Warning: Somewhat Incestuous, Virginity Loss, Innocence Kink, Smut
Summary: You are Tommy Shelby's adult stepdaughter. On your birthday at Arrow House, he comes to your room and tells you that he has a special gift for you, but you cannot tell your mother about it.
Note: All Characters are over eighteen!
The ticking of the clock echoed softly in the dimly lit bedroom, marking the passage of time on your birthday night and marking it two years since you moved to Arrow House with your mother Sarah who now was married to Thomas Shelby, the infamous leader of the Peaky Blinders.
You lay curled beneath the sheets, your heart beating rapidly within your chest. You could not shake the uneasiness and excitement gnawing at your insides.
What did your stepfather mean when he wanted to give you a special but secret gift for your birthday, you wondered?
You remember how, over dinner, he leaned forward and stared at you intensely before finally saying, "I have something very special planned for tonight. Something you cannot tell your mother about." It left you feeling both curious and apprehensive at the same time.
But you couldn't resist him, not after all these years of seeing his intense gaze and admiring his muscular body. So, you agreed to meet him at midnight, in your private chambers, so that he could give to you whatever it was he wanted to give to you.
And now, here you were, lying awake in your bedroom, wondering what would happen next.
The sound of the door opening interrupted your thoughts. There he stood, dominant and enigmatic in his black pants and a shirt, a subtle smile playing on his lips. He closed the door gently behind him and crossed the room, his eyes never leaving yours.
"Hello, Sweetheart," he said softly, his voice carrying an undertone of warmth and reassurance. You felt your cheeks flush with embarrassment as he approached the bed.
He sat down on the edge of the bed,Ā his large hands settling on your shoulders lightly as you too sat up, revealing your modest nightgown to him.Ā
With tenderness, he ran his fingers through your hair, his touch sending shivers down your spine.
"You said that you had something special planned for me tonight,"Ā you started nervously, trying to formulate your question. "Will I need to get dressed for that? Will you be taking me somewhere?" you asked, but Tommy shook his head.Ā
"That's right, sweetheart. I have something special planned for you, but it does not involve us leaving the house," he replied softly, his eyes still holding yours with their intensity.
"So, what do you have planned then, Tommy?" you asked curiously with your cheeks blushing in several shades of red and pink.Ā
"I want to make you feel really good Y/N, would you like that?" your stepfather announced. HisĀ voice dropped to a husky whisper, and an even deeper blush crept across your face as you nodded hesitantly. You knew deep down that something about this was wrong, but the thought of pleasing him as well as the attraction you felt towards him overwhelmed any doubts.
Tommy shifted closer, his arm wrapping protectively around your waist, pulling you against his firm body as, still, you were sitting next to him, just much closer now.Ā
"Has another man ever made you feel good down there?" he asked gently, running his fingers over the naked flesh of your thighs, all the way to the area beneath your nightgown.
You swallowed nervously, your cheeks reddening even further. You hadn't ever discussed such things with anyone before, especially not with a man like your stepfather.Ā
"No, no one," you admitted, findingĀ yourself answering truthfully, your voice wavering slightly. "No, nobody has ever touched me there." You watched his expression change from curiosity to relief, his eyes searching yours for understanding.
"So, no one has ever touched your pussy, eh?"Ā Tommy clarified, his voice gentle yet commanding.Ā
"No"Ā you confirmed, feeling the nervousness building up inside you. You didn't quite understand why you were suddenly feeling anxious, but you realized that this was something different from the other experiences you had shared with your stepfather. You felt vulnerable, yet excited by the prospect of discovering new sensations together.
"Would you like me to touch your pussy?"Ā Tommy then inquired gently, stroking your hair once more to calm your nerves. Your heart raced, and your palms grew clammy with anticipation.
Nodding timidly, you gave a hesitant, yet enthusiastic affirmative. Your eyes locked with his, conveying trust and eagerness.
"Good," he murmured, bringing his hand to your waist, his fingers grazing the smooth fabric of your nightgown. "It will feel nice, I promise," he told you as, with tender precision, he slid the fabric aside, exposing your delicate thighs to the cool air.
"Spread your legs a little, Sweetheart," Tommy said and, after you reluctantly complied, he slowly slipped his hand into your panties, his finger making contact with your virgin cunt.
"Relax," he cooed, placing a gentle kiss upon your forehead as he still sat next to you, gently touching your sensitive folds.
"There's nothing to be afraid of, Sweetheart. I won't hurt you. I will just make you feel good, eh?" His voice was reassuring, his touch tender, and you found yourself calming down under his guidance.
"Does it feel nice?" your stepfather thenĀ asked gently, his finger continuing to stroke your inner folds, evoking sensations you had never experienced before. You took a deep breath, closing your eyes, and focusing on the sensations coursing through your body.
"Yes, it feels strange but nice," you admitted softly, opening your eyes and meeting his gaze.
"Good girl," he reassured you, a warm smile on his face as he continued to run his fingers over your cunt gently before, finally, removing them and bringing them to his lips.
He tasted your essence and smiled. "See, you are already getting wet for me too," he said while using his soaked fingers to gesture towards your moistening panties.Ā
Your face flushed crimson, and you turned away from him, trying to hide your embarrassment.
"Why am I getting wet?"Ā you asked quietly, feeling embarrassed.
"Because your body is responding to my touch Sweetheart. It wants more if it," he explained, his voice warm and comforting. "It's a natural reaction."
As he spoke, his hand continued to caress your inner thigh, drawing circles on your soft skin.
"Just relax and enjoy it," he advised gently, his tone reassuringĀ as his fingers dipped back into your folds, gently circling and teasing your budding entrance. You moaned in response, your body relaxing slowly, giving into his touch.Ā
"Can I have a look at your pussy? I would really like to see it,"Ā Tommy eventually whispered into your ear, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine.Ā
"Okay, but just quickly," youĀ nodded, taking a deep breath to steel yourself.
"Okay Sweetheart. How about you take off your nightgown and panties for me and lie down. I will only have a quick look, eh?" Tommy said, his voice filled with anticipation.
"Okay, Tommy," you replied, carefully removing your nightgown and panties as your stepfather had instructed.
Lying down on the bed, you felt exposed and vulnerable, but Tommy seemed to sense your discomfort. With his gentle touch, he lifted your leg onto his shoulder, positioning your entrance at eye level.
His eyes traced every curve and fold of your pink, wet flesh, a mix of desire and admiration flashing in his eyes. "This is beautiful," he whispered, his voice filled with awe.
Tommy then kneeled by your side and touched your wet folds again, his eyes hungry with desire.
"Can I have a look inside?"Ā Tommy asked softly, leaning closer. Your eyes widened in surprise, but you nodded hesitantly, unable to say no to him. He gently placed his finger on your labia, testing your readiness.Ā
With two fingers, he then opened you up, exposing your inner flesh to his gaze gently by parting your lips and saying,Ā "I am going to put one finger inside you now, Sweetheart," his eyes glazed over with lust.Ā
You trembled, a mixture of fear and arousal coursing through your veins. You felt the gentle pressure of his index finger as it pressed against your tight entrance, gradually working its way inside you.
"Is this alright, Love?"Ā he asked, his voice full of concern. You nodded, trying to stay composed as the sensation of having something foreign inside you sent shockwaves throughout your body.
"Is this, okay? Can I go a bit deeper?" he repeated, making sure you were comfortable with his ministrations.
"Yes, it's fine. You can go a bit deeper I think," you replied, trying to maintain composure.
The feeling of your stepfather's finger inside you was both alien and enticing, sending waves of excitement coursing through your body.
"I can go even deeper if you wish, past your hymen," he offered gently, his fingers probing further within you. You hesitated, unsure of how far you were willing to go. "Only if you're ready," he added, assuring you of his care and respect.
"I don't know," you stammered, your breath catching in your throat while Tommy withdrew his finger from your wet folds.
"That's fine, Sweetheart," he said, before making another inquiry. "Perhaps I could kiss you down there for a while? That will help you relax,"Ā he said gently, leaning closer.
You hesitated, feeling torn between your instinctive response and your trust in him. Ultimately, you nodded hesitantly, allowing him to continue.
Soon, his lips brushed against your sensitive folds, exploring the terrain with his tongue. The sensation was foreign yet inviting, causing your breath to hitch in your throat.
"Do you like that?" he asked softly, his mouth lingering against your sensitive flesh.
"Yes," you breathed out, your heart racing as his touch became more intimate.
"Do you want more?" he asked gently, his thumb gliding along your sensitive folds, eliciting sensations you had never experienced before.
You nodded, tentatively giving in to his guidance. As his fingers teased and explored your inner depths, he positioned himself between your legs, his eyes seeking approval from you.
"I want to taste more of you, Sweetheart," he whispered, his eyes reflecting a mix of tenderness and hunger. You hesitated, feeling overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment.
"What should I do?" you asked, looking into his eyes for guidance.
"Just relax and let me make you feel good," he replied, his voice soothing.Ā
With gentle ease, he lowered his head and began kissing and suckling your most intimate parts, evoking sensations that sent ripples of pleasure through your entire being.
As he explored your folds with his mouth, you couldn't help but let out small cries of ecstasy, reveling in the novelty of the experience.
His tongue danced along your inner walls, evoking feelings you had never imagined possible. In that moment, you knew that you wanted more, craving the unique blend of pleasure and vulnerability that his touch provided.
"You are incredibly responsive," Tommy complimented you, the tip of his tongue darting across your sensitive flesh.
"It feels amazing," you confessed, your hands gripping the sheets tightly as you tried to hold onto the intense sensations coursing through your body.
"I didn't know it could feel like this," you whispered, your breath hitching in your throat. "And it makes me want more," you confessed, the words tumbling out of your mouth in a mixture of wonder and arousal.
Tommy pulled away slightly, his face filled with pride and satisfaction at having brought you to such heights of pleasure. "It is an incredible experience, isn't it?" he said softly, stroking your cheek with his hand.
"Yes, it is amazing Tommy. Is that what you do with my mum?" you asked,Ā feeling a sudden burst of curiosity.
"No, we do things differently, Love" he assured you gently, his eyes reflecting a mix of love and respect for your mother. "But it's time for you to explore these sensations," he said, his voice warm and reassuring. His hand returned to your folds, his fingers gliding effortlessly through your wetness, teasing and pleasuring you. The sensations were unfamiliar yet intensely gratifying, causing your body to respond with increasing fervor.
"What do you do with her and the other women you visit?"Ā you asked, your curiosity piqued by the intensity of the sensations he had brought forth in you.
"Well," he began, thinking of the right words to say before simply telling you straight-out, "I usually put my cock into their holes, Love."Ā
"Into here?" you asked, touching your cunt while feeling intrigued and yet nervous at the thought.
"Yes, Love. It goes in there sometimes, and it feels really nice when it is inside," he replied gently, his hand expertly moving your hand out of the way and stroking your folds as he talked.
"Would you like me to do this to you?"Ā His question took you by surprise, sending waves of nervousness and curiosity coursing through your body. "I think you would enjoy it," he said, smirking slightly.Ā
"Uhm, I don't know Tommy. Can I see it first? Your penis, I mean," you said, your curiosity growing.
Tommy smiled, understanding your hesitation.
"Of course, Sweetheart," he replied, sitting up and undoing his trousers. He revealed his erect member, which was already dripping with precum. It stood tall and proud, causing your eyes to widen in surprise.
"It's big," you said, your eyes fixated on his impressive length.
"Not too big, just right for you," he replied confidently, his voice filled with pride. "I think you will find it pleasurable, if you let me put it into you."Ā
You looked up at him, still feeling uneasy but intrigued by the idea of experiencing something new. "Will it hurt?" you asked, a slight quiver in your voice betraying your apprehension.
"Only at first." He assured you gently.
Your eyes traveled from his erection to his face, searching for reassurance in his gaze.
"Okay, yes, you can put it inside me. But just for a little bit,"Ā you finally agreed, your voice wavering with uncertainty.
"Good girl. I will be gentle. Now, how about you lie down for me, eh?"Ā Tommy suggested, helping you get into a more comfortable position.
You obeyed, lying down on your back, your breath coming in short gasps as you awaited his next move.
Tommy undressed quickly and then positioned himself between your legs, his eyes filled with desire as he looked upon his prize. He reached down and tenderly caressed your cheek, smiling reassuringly.
"Are you ready to become a woman, Sweetheart?" he asked, his voice deep and full of anticipation, and you nodded hesitantly, steeling yourself for the unknown journey ahead.Ā
Tommy positioned himself between your legs, his large member teasingly close to your entrance. Slowly, gently, he pushed inside you, guiding himself with careful precision. Your eyes widened in astonishment as he entered you, filling you with his presence. His gaze locked with yours, a mix of concern and adoration evident in his eyes.
You gasped, overwhelmed by the feeling of fullness, yet yearning for more. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes, both from the intensity of the sensation and the emotional weight of the moment.
"Am I hurting you?" Tommy asked gently, his own breath quickening in anticipation. "Yes," you replied, surprised by the intensity of the sensation, yet eager to continue. "But just a little. Please keep going," you urged, wanting to overcome the initial discomfort and fully embrace the sensations. Tommy nodded, his eyes softening with affection as he adjusted his position, ensuring maximum comfort for both of you.
"You are very tight, Sweetheart. Much tighter than your mother,"Ā he said appreciatively, his brow furrowing with concentration as he began to move inside you.
"It hurts a bit," you admitted, wincing as the sensation intensified. "Is it normal?" you asked, feeling both embarrassed and concerned.
"Of course, Sweetheart. It is normal. You have never done this before," he replied, his expression mirroring a mix of tenderness and understanding. "It's natural. Just take your time, and remember to breathe deeply, eh," he instructed, guiding you into a slow rhythm that helped steady your breathing.
"There, that's it. Let go of any tension, Love," he murmured, his voice soothing your nerves. With each thrust, you could feel the pressure gradually dissipating, replaced by a wave of unexpected pleasure. The feeling of fullness engulfed you completely, sending shivers down your spine.
Despite the pain, you found yourself becoming aroused by the intensity of the sensations.
Each movement by Tommy seemed to increase the pressure, pushing you closer to the edge of pleasure. Your body began to arch and writhe beneath him, craving the release of the building tension. Your moans filled the air, signaling your increasing need for fulfillment.
Tommy noticed your response and adjusted his pace accordingly, his movements becoming more deliberate and focused. The sensations intensified, igniting a fire within you that burned brightly. Your cries of ecstasy echoed throughout the room, causing your body to tremble in anticipation.
The pleasure was overwhelming, consuming you entirely. Your body convulsed underneath Tommy, unable to resist the urge to come. As the peak approached, you felt the world around you spinning, your vision turning black as your mind succumbed to the all-consuming bliss.
Finally, the climax came, washing over you in a tidal wave of pleasure. Your muscles contracted involuntarily, pulling Tommy deeper into you.
He groaned in satisfaction, his hands grasping your hips firmly until he could not hold it anymore.Ā
With a final surge of power, he gave one last thrust, comingĀ deep inside you, his entire body shuddering with ecstasy.Ā
"What just happened?" you asked, your eyes wide with shock. Your body still trembled from the overwhelming sensations, your mind trying to process the experience.
"You just had your first orgasm," Tommy answered gently, his fingers gently caressing your cheek. "I am glad I could give that to you, Sweetheart."
"I didn't expect it to feel so good," you admitted, your voice still shaky from the intensity of the moment. "But I really liked it."
"I promised, didn't I, eh?" Tommy chuckled as he pulled out of you and with him came aĀ thick stream of sticky liquid which ultimately leaked onto the sheets beneath you.
"What, uhm...what is that?"Ā you asked, your eyes fixed on the fluid that had just come out of you when Tommy pulled his cock out of your cunt.Ā
"That's called cum, Love," Tommy explained gently, using a clean towel to wipe the excess fluid off your body. "It happens when a man orgasms. It's normal, so don't worry, eh."
He cleaned you thoroughly, making sure to remove any traces of his essence. He then wiped himself clean with a towel, disposing of it neatly in the bin.
"Now, Love, I think you should rest. I believe you have gone through quite an experience today," he said, his voice full of fatherly concern. "I want you to lie down and sleep for a few hours. And tomorrow, we will talk some more, eh?"Ā Tommy said, planting a kiss on your forehead. "But remember, all of this needs to stay our little secret. Your mother cannot find out about this," Tommy reminded you, his voice stern and protective. "Promise me."
"I promise," you said solemnly, pledging your loyalty to the secret they were sharing.
"Good girl," Tommy replied, relieved. "Now, get some rest, Sweetheart."Ā
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Treat Me Wrong
Kinktober Day 16- Degradation Kink
warnings: AFAB!Reader, manipulation, gaslighting, cheating, sex work, roleplay, spanking, vaginal fingering, dirty talk, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, mentions of pregnancy, 18+ minors DNI
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āI think we should break up,ā you say.
Tommyās face twists in anger and confusion. āWhereād you get that idea?ā he asks.
This is exactly why you want to break up. Heās so dismissive and he doesnāt respect you. Heās sitting relaxed in his chair like you didnāt just suggest ending your relationship. Why is it so difficult for him to care about you?
āIām not happy!ā you say.
Tommy scoffs in response. āYou live like a princess. What else could you possibly need?ā
āLove and attention,ā you huff.
āChrist,ā he shakes his head in disbelief. āAre you a child? Do you really need me to attend to you all day to be content?ā
āNot all day, Tommy. Just sometimes. What's the point in even having a lover if you won't spend time with them?"
"You act like I have a lot of free time to waste. I'm a very busy man."
His way of having excuses for everything make you feel like you're going insane.
"You have enough time to spend with prostitutes," you say bitterly. This makes Tommy perk up. "I know you go to see them after work and lie to me when you get home late. Why do you bother stringing me along if you'd rather pay for your companionship?"
Tommy chuckles darkly. "That's what this is about, eh?"
"Why the fuck are you laughing, Tommy?"
He stands up from his chair and crosses the room to stand in front of you. He places one hand on your hip while the other holds his cigarette. The smoke swirls in front of your face, the pungent smell burning your nose.
"You're jealous of my whores?" he asks smugly.
"What do they have that I don't," you ask angrily.
"I have certain needs that they satisfy."
You scoff and push his hand off of you. "We're together, Tommy. You should come to me to satisfy your needs, not step out on me."
Tommy rolls his eyes and grabs ahold of your wrist. "What I need isn't appropriate for a high society woman like yourself."
You furrow your brows in confusion, but no matter what he's talking about, you want to be able to provide it for him. "You don't get to decide what's appropriate for me or not. Besides, you'd know that I'm very adventurous if you ever took the time to actually be intimate with me."
He blinks slowly at you and licks his lips, then smirks devilishly. "You want me to treat you like one of my whores?"
"Yes, Tommy."
"Right." Tommy stubs his cigarette out in the ashtray on the side table, the turns his attention back to you. Both of his hands are on your hips now, holding you firmly. "You promise not to get upset?"
"Why would I get upset?"
Tommy fights back a smirk. "Because I tend to be a bit... harsh."
"Harsh?" you ask.
"You said you want me to fuck you like a whore. A dirty, cheap, used up whore that's only good for taking cock. Is that right?" You hesitantly nod. "Then until I'm finished, that's exactly what you're going to be. I'm only going to stop if you tell me to, otherwise I'm going to have you just like I have them."
"Okay," you breathe.
Tommy steps away from you and sits back in his chair. "Take your dress off," he instructs.
You find it a bit odd that he's just watching instead of also getting undressed, but it does make you feel better that the prostitutes he visits don't get to see him naked.
You strip piece by piece until you're bare in front of him. He stands up again and looks over your body, occasionally prodding and groping you.
"Turn around," he says, voice low. You do as he says and you allow yourself to be moved over to the couch. Tommy pushes you so you're bent at the waist over the arm rest, bare ass on display.
Tommy continues to grope you; he slaps your cheeks, spreads and slaps them, and teases at your folds.
āWet already? Didnāt think whores got off on their work,ā he says.
Without much prep, he shoves two fingers into your cunt. Like a true whore, you take them easily. He opens you up by scissoring his fingers inside you. He's going quickly, not bothering to take his time and make it pleasurable for you. You suppose he pays for his own pleasure, not yours.
"Already loose too. How many others did you have today?" he asks. When you don't answer him, he delivers a slap to your ass.
"N-none," you whimper.
"Sounds like business is slow."
He pulls his fingers out of you and wipes your wetness on your thigh. He then moves to press his hips against yours, allowing you to feel the bulge in his slacks. He grinds up against you shamelessly, making you feel even more humiliated now that he's simulating fucking you while he's fully dressed.
"Tell me you want my cock," he orders.
"I want your cock," you parrot with a whine in your voice.
"You can be more convincing than that," he says with a slap to your ass. "Be a good whore and beg me to fuck you."
You take a deep breath. "Please fuck me. I need your cock so bad... Mr. Shelby," you add for good measure.
That seems to please him, because he moves away from you far enough to pull his cock through his fly. He rubs the head through your folds, teasing your entrance with it.
"I'm not going to catch anything from fucking you raw, am I?" he asks, though he knows the answer.
"No, sir," you reply.
You're glad he bent you over like this, because that means he can't see your embarrassed face and you don't have to look into his intimidating eyes.
"Mm, good."
He pushes inside you, not gently but he doesn't aim to hurt you. Once he's fully seated inside, he begins to thrust before you're ready for it. You gasp in surprise, but you're helpless to do anything but take it.
"Didn't think pussy so cheap would take me so well," he groans. His hands grip tightly on your hips and he slams you back to meet each of his thrusts. His cock bumps against your cervix uncomfortably, but it feels best for him when you take it all the way, and that's the only thing that matters.
With each thrust, you make a punched out little moan. Tommy, however, is silent above you, save for a bit of heavy breathing. It isn't until you arch your back and really start putting on a show that he speaks up.
"Like a fuckin' professional, eh? I should come to you more often. Y'know, my woman's a real bitch sometimes. Never lets me fuck her like this. Thinks she's too good to get bent over. Has so many opinions, too. But you're a good woman; quiet, tight," he leans down, draping himself over your back to speak into your ear. "Obedient."
You can't help but moan at his filthy words, despite how degrading they are. You shouldn't find your lover talking badly about you so arousing, but you cant help it.
"She gets so mad I cheat on her but I think she'd understand if she felt this cunt for herself. 'm gonna marry her and fuck her full of babies to keep her busy while I give the real good stuff to you."
"Fuck," you whimper and immediately regret it.
"You like when I talk to you like a whore? You like getting fucked hard like I don't love you?"
It's rare that Tommy says he loves you. So rare, in fact, that you often doubt if it's true.
"Yes, yes," you gasp. "I love you."
"Mm," he hums. "Save it for when I'm not paying you."
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Of Bending and Breaking || Tommy Shelby x Reader
Summary: Always being the one who cares for others comes with a price: you break down, but the most unexpected person is here for you: Tommy, the man you were forced to marry.
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TW: Hurt/Comfort, very tiny mention of past sexual assault, no proofreading 'cause it comes from clearing my drafts.
Notes: Aunt Isabella's is a tribute to my own aunt Isabelle who, unfortunately, died because of cancer a few years ago.
It all started with Polly shaking Tommy like a tree, her thin hands firmly grabbing his nephewās broad shoulders: āYou canāt keep sabotaging yourself like this, Tom.ā These were the words that left her quivering lips as she dragged his staggering frame to the bathroom and pushed his face into the bathtub right under the tap. When the freezing water splashed all over his neck, Tommy opened his blank eyes wide and inhaled sharply, as if he had suddenly come back to life. Since Graceās awful death, the gangster was the shadow of his former self. When he wasnāt waging a senseless war with Father Hughes and the Italian, or when he wasnāt keeping his buzzing mind busy with work, Tommy usually numbed himself with a deadly combination of whisky and opium until his deep-seated pain became bearable. It was the night he almost overdosed that Polly decided to take charge of his nephew and found him a new wife, in the hope of soothing his nephewās mind and finding a mother figure for poor little Charlie. The idea had obviously sent Tommy in a fit of anger but Polly Gray couldnāt care less.
Regarding your own situation, it was not the opium nor the loss of a dear lover that had led you to Birminghamās most dangerous man but rather the bump in your belly. Aunt Isabella had understood what you were suffering from the moment you had stormed out of the vardo to throw up your breakfast in the nearest bush. The tall and lean woman, whose light brown and curly mane danced in the cold autumn wind, had looked at you right in the eyes and raised one of her thin eyebrows. If there was something pleasant with her, it was that words werenāt necessary.
Yet, later she encountered Polly, with whom she had been a great friend since childhood, and explained that a powerful American man had forced his seeds in you during his stay in England. Not willing to go through the traumatic experience of aborting, Isabella only saw one solution to your problem: you needed a husband who could protect you and your future baby from the evil man with his scarred lip. A wedding would be your salvation. At the realization of what Aunt Isabella had planned for you, you tried to run away from the camp in the middle of the night but she knew you too well and soon caught you, her sly hand firmly grabbing your wrist: āY/N! Itās for your sake! Heās rich, he needs a wife and he is feared! Youāll be safe with him, donāt you understand?ā She explained, cupping your face with her long fingers adorned with claws painted in red and far too many rings. āI donāt need a man to protect me! I donāt need anyone. Heās older and heās a criminal! Whoās going to protect me from him eh? Have you think ābout that?ā You cried, the soft light of the sunrise turning your tears into liquid gold.
But still, you wedded him and what was supposed to be the happiest day of your life turned out to be a dull event during which you dissociated the whole time. The only memories you had in mind were two piercing and frightening turquoise eyes staring right at your soul and soft whiskey-tasting lips stealing a quick peck from your cherry lips. A kiss devoid of any form of affection. And then, the groom left.
From what Aunt Isabella told you, your husband had spent most of the celebrations with his brothers, drinking and taking bets outside of Arrow House. Months had passed and still, you felt estranged to this place and its staff. The only moments your heart lightened were when Aunt Isabella visited you, or when Charlie spent time with you, otherwise you remained emotionally closed, trapped in your own mind. Overall you could not complain: You had a house far too big for you with plenty of workers willing to exhaust every one of your wishes. Charlie was a sweet boy, who loved you with all his heart even if you were well aware that youāll never replace his mother. As for the Shelby clan, they were cordial with you without being really friendly either. And there was Tommyā¦
Cold and distant Tommy, who you only saw late at night when he discretely slipped under the bedsheet and turned his back to you without uttering a single word. Busy Tommy, whose replies remained concise and spoken with a quiet husky voice each time you asked him something ā at least he talked to you a little bit. Trapped in a loveless marriage, that was what you were: Tommy was more a stranger, a mere gust of wind in your life, than the love of your life.
Still, the gangster stayed true to his words and he provided for everything, never refusing to give you money when you asked, and protecting you from the man who had taken your innocence. He even gifted you a wonderful stallion because he knew how much you missed riding. In exchange for his protection and riches, all you had to do was take care of Charlie and do your best to be there for your husband when his darkness threatened to swallow him whole.
You found out about the nightmares shortly after your wedding and quickly decided to do something about it. When he woke up screaming and drenched in sweat after tasting the tunnelsā dirt and Graceās crimson blood in his troubled sleep, you always cradle him, your fingers losing themselves in his wet dark hair to pet his head gently. At first, you feared his reaction, expecting the infamous Tommy Shelby to push you and not-so-kindly ask you to keep your distance but, to your greatest surprise, he never did. Instead, he would bury his face in your cleavage, panting and trembling, and let you reassure him. Just like he let you bring dinner to him each time he drowned himself in paperwork and forgot to eat. He never commented on your cooking skills though, even if he always handed back empty plates.
The blood on his skin? You cleaned it.
The wounds of his flesh? You never failed to patched them up.
The hole in his heart? You tried to seal it off with caresses, soft kisses, and shoulder massages. Maybe one day he would slowly turn his iciness into affection. Little did you know that he needed it. And by it he needed you. Just like the whole family. How many times did you walk the streets of Birmingham at night, seeking for Arthur and then bringing him home to take care of a wasted and high him? Far too many to keep track. Similarly, you had spent countless evenings helping Ada when she felt overwhelmed, either nursing Karl or cleaning her house when, just like her brother, she overworked herself. And finally, Polly could never thank you enough for everything you did to soothe her mind after the gallows, still haunted by the bite of the hanging rope on her throat.
āThanks Poppy.ā Arthur muttered, the gravel in his voice coated with shame now that you were down clearing and disinfecting his split knuckles. The oldest brother had started to affectionately call you so for the sole reason that, according to him, you must probably grow better when blood was considering how much you had seen when patching the Shelby siblings. āSorry for errrā¦ For the mess.ā He went on, his steel blue eyes fleeing yours.
āThatās okay.ā You replied in Romani, āYou, sweet idiot.ā Endeared by how surprisingly soft Arthurās harsh complexions could turn, you couldnāt help but gently put your hand on one of his cheeks. And during this tender display of affection, Arthur was convinced he had caught sight of a smile ā a scarce event barely happening on your beautiful but resigned face. Comforted by the warmth of your palm, he leaned into your touch and looked at you through dark lashes, his lids half-closed.
āTommyās one lucky bastard to have ya for himself, eh."
"Let's both flee together then." You teased, the familiar tone of Romani language rendered even more melodious by your siren-like voice.
"Don't tempt me, little one." Arthur replied, softer than intended and probably only half-joking.
The oldest Shelby brother had barely closed the door when your smile disappeared and tears flooded your eyes. Admittedly, spending months of repressing your own anguish didnāt do any good to you despite thinking that focusing on others would have helped. Quite the contrary, all those negative emotions you had left on the back burner turned into a silent and deadly parasite that was eating you up. Dragging your tired frame to the cold and empty marital bedroom, you curled up in a ball in a corner of the room, your bruised knees pressed against your chest, āPositive. You gotta stay positive and push forwards yāsee Y/N? Do the right things for the familyā¦ā You whispered to yourself as your breath started to quicken for the ball of sorrow in your throat was growing more and more. Yes, you had to smile and say that all was just fine because you knew you were lucky to be here and that you hadnāt any real reason to complain now according to the rest of the world. And yet, the truth was you were tired. So tired and overwhelmed by everything around you. With your wild soul trapped here in the mighty walls of Arrow House, you could not help but drown in an excruciating feeling of worthlessness.
You were lost in a world too difficult for you to understand. Lost and unprepared for a life that asked for too much. When you were living in the vardo with Aunt Isabella life seemed so much easier despite the lack of money and, sometimes, food. Prior to your wedding, she used to tell you that everything would become clear once youād be a wife and a mother. Youād be an adult adult, you see? But she lied. They all lied. Even with a husband and kids, you still felt like a scared and confused child, who wanted to hide under the blanket of her warm bed and never face the world ever again. These concerns of yours? You never shared because you wanted the Shelby to keep seeing you as a reassuring presenceā moreover, God knew how much their broken hearts needed your silent care.
Bringing your trembling fingers to your mouth, you muffled a first sob, convinced it would be enough to keep you from crying. What you didnāt expect was to burst into tears, uncontrollably weeping. After all this time forcing yourself to be strong, your mind had enough. As your heart-wrenching cries echoed in the room they muffled Tommyās footsteps that were coming closer and closer. When the door flung open, you did not even move, lost in a spiral of pain and psychological exhaustion.
āY/N?!ā Tommy called you, his usual coldness swept away by a surge of panic. He closed the distance between you and him with hastened steps, and put one of his knees on the floor to be at your level, āWhatās wrong, ay?ā His husky voice asked, worries thickening his Brummie accent even more. You hiccuped and raised your flooded eyes towards him, parting your lips to answer. Yet, as soon as your gaze met his turquoise iris you started weeping again, louder this time. Words were at a loss by dint of never having the chance to express what you felt throughout your life. āBloody Hell, Y/N! Speak!ā Tommy hissed, his heart now drumming in his chest at the sight of his young and always-so-strong wife crumbling in bits in front of him. Never in his life, he had felt so powerless, not even in the tunnelsā¦ And, God, he hated it.
āN-nothing. I donātā¦ I donāt even know itās just thatā Iām so fucking tired, and lost, and confused, and afraid!ā You spoke with a very fast pace, spitting years and years of repressed emotions flowing from you all the while feeling deeply ashamed of your mental breakdown. When you were done venting, you simply turned your head and waved off the topic, tears still rolling down your reddened cheeks āAnyway! Youāve got ā more important things to do.ā
āStop it, Y/N,ā He scolded, low voice rumbling in his chest. His strong and calloused hands, damaged by the war and hard work, cupped your face with a softness you didnāt know he possessed. For the first time in your life, his grip felt utterly reassuring as if you knew these scarred palms were not going to let you fall apart. Never. āYouāre whatās important right now.ā With that being said, Tommy leaned his forehead against yours and his enchanting eyes soon met yours to force you to focus on nothing else but the vast blue oceans which composed them. āI want you to calm down.ā
āI canāt, I canātāā You tried to speak but you couldnāt, struggling to breathe under the crushing weight of your panic attack. Your mouth gaped, looking for the oxygen it couldnāt find.
āOi!ā Tommy said louder. So loud that his voice managed to overcome the cacophony of your beating heart and the buzzing sound of your anxiety that filled your head, āI want you to breathe with me, Y/N. Alright? You can do that for me, ay?ā He asked, his eyebrows slightly frowned and charming crowfeet appearing at the corner of his eyes ā how odd it was to see Tommyās face veiled with something else than unsettling placidity. Caught off guard by the sudden realization of how close he was, you quieted down a little bit and soon followed the pattern of his breathing.
One long inhale through the nose, one longer exhale through the mouth, and a short pose.
Do it again.
Your shaky hands slowly grabbed his wrists in a desperate attempt to anchor you to reality. This, as well as the focus you had on his mesmerizing complexions.
His long dark lashes ā you inhaled slowly.
His cat-like turquoise iris ā you exhaled.
His salient cheekbones ā You stopped breathing for a very short while.
The myriad of freckles ā āBreathe with me, Y/N.ā
The soft, hoarse lilt guided you through the dark and thick fog of your own brain, just like a lighthouse. Coming back to clearer waters, your body finally relaxed and fell almost limp in his arms. And once again he caught you, keeping you all safe against his chest. Tommyās voice, low and steady, resonated one last time in the bedroom with a reassuring warmth as he uttered the simple yet powerful phrase, "I'm here." Each word carefully enunciated, carrying a quiet strength that soothed and reassured, like a comforting anchor in a stormy sea.
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How the Peaky boys would react to āyou wearing a sundressā -> headcannon
(NSFW) but more implied then truly written, but still read at your own risk
TommyšŖ
šŖit was a hot day, and you were rummaging through your clothing chest to try find something suitable to wear to bear the heat outside.
šŖTommy had headed out early, business to attend to with Alfie Solomons.
šŖhe hadnāt meant to wake you, trying to sneak around the bedroom to get dressed and get out of the house: especially after aā¦ long night
šŖbut still, you stirred and whined āTom?ā You breathe with a rasped voice āsāalright, back to sleep darlingā he instructed but you endured, sitting up and stretching your arms high above your head and Thomas watched as the covers fell to reveal your bare torso and it took all his self control to stop salivating.
šŖyou climbed out of bed and threw the slip dress over your head, heading towards your husband who was buttoning his shirt in the mirror
šŖyou turned him towards you and swatted his hands away, and he allowed you to finish buttoning his shirt for him, finishing the top button and pulling the collar down to kiss him.
šŖāSolomons is coming by todayā Thomas huffed and you looked up at him with narrowed eyes ālong meeting?ā You ask and he shakes his head āshouldnāt beā you nod ādāyou want me to come by later? Bring you some lunch?ā You ask and he connects his eyes with yours āyāknow yāworry me when you stay in there all dayā you continue and he offers a small smile. āIāll take that as a yesā you say, kissing the corner of his mouth and tapping his chest, ushering him out of the door. āGo on, shoo.ā
šŖhe smirked and grabbed his cap on the way out, whistling as he went
šŖso there you were, already sweeting with mere silk on your body
šŖyou saw a dress with the tags still on, yellow and billowing at the bottom: sundress
šŖyou looked it over one before deciding it was the perfect choice for todayās endeavours.
šŖyouād nipped out to the market first, collecting some supplies to make him some soup or whatever you could conjure up.
šŖyou even grabbed some sunflowers too; having bought him a vase for his office, thinking it needed some life brought into it, given the volume of lives that were lost in that room.
šŖlater in the day you headed to Tommyās office, assuming that his meeting must be done by now and to feed him.
šŖyouād headed to the Garrison, greeting Harry and having a few wandering eyes following you as you approached the Blinderās designated room, thinking nothing of it as you turned the door knob.
šŖTommy couldnāt be mad at your intrusion for the sheer sight of you. His pupils blew out of his head as he looked you over, heād never seen this dress before. Yet his jaw gritted at the way Alfred fucking Solomons had the same reaction.
šŖāoh Iām so sorry gentlemanā you said, pivoting to leave āno no, sweetheart. Alfie was just leaving. Werenāt you?ā Tommy asked and Alfie creased his brows but with the eyes his business partner was giving him told him everything he needed to know. āYeah yeah, just leaving Tomā
šŖAlfie stood, to leave and smiled at you ālovely to see you, poppetā Alfie said, youād always gotten along with him; you hugged him as he welcomed it, and he grinned at you āyou look gorgeous you, yeah? Lovely new dress. Fabulous it isā āfuck off Alfieā āyeah yeah Iām going, bye loveā
šŖTommy looked you over as the door clicked shut with tight lips. āIām sorry Tom I didnāt think heād still be here-ā āhave you had that on all day?ā He cuts you off and you raise your brows āthe dress?ā āMhmā āoh yeah, found it earlier. Never worn it.ā You say, spinning to give him a giddy look at it.
šŖTommy couldnāt help but smile ācām ere.ā He beckons you over and you approach him āI brought you some lunch-ā you begin ānah, got all I need to eat right hereā he says and grabs your hips, prompting you to discard your basket on his desk.
šŖhe sits back in his seat; opening his legs to pull you to stand between them. He gently takes the fabric between his fingers, then drags his hands so slowly up to your torso, not looking at your face. You fidget anxiously, his hands dragging back down to the hem of the dress.
šŖādangerous wearing this, loveā he says, dipping his hands under the dress to rest on your upper thighs, finally looking at you. You smile. He realises how easily the fabric is lifted, pushing you back to sit on his desk ācanāt do this to yāold Tom and expect to get away with itā he says, with a tut, unzipping his trousers and removing his suspenders as he pushes your underwear to the side.
šŖāIām buying you more oā these.ā
Alfieš§ø
š§øAlfie was sat reading the newspaper in his armchair, Cyril asleep beside him when you came into the room.
š§øāso, what do you think?ā You asked and Alfie looked up but had to do a double take. A white sundress with frilled straps and tight torso. āBlimey poppet, whatās this then?ā He asked, dropping his glasses to the end of his nose to get a better look at you.
š§øāa sundress Alf!ā You say, āyābought it last year, remember?ā āThought Iād remember buying something like this.ā He says, standing to his feet, moving to take your hand in his own āgive us a spin then darlingā he says, turning you as the fabric billowed as you went only for your gorgeous beaming face to return to him.
š§øānow this is fucking fabulous aināt it darlinā, fucking fabulous. Bloody love it. Suits you nicelyā he mumbles as you smile ābut yācanāt wear itā he says and your face drops āyāwhat?ā You asks, brows furrowing. āYāaint givin yāold man heart palpitations and expecting me to let yāout of the house, flower. Not like thisā he says sternly, wagging an accusatory finger at you.
š§øābut weāre got to go to the market-ā you protest ānah, we ainātā he says, picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder as you yelp. He flips the rim of your skirt up so he gets a great view of your ass, smacking it lightly āAlfie!ā
š§øādonāt think I wonāt shag yāon these stairs, treacle, now let me get up the fucking stairs, yeah?ā
š§øthen later in the day when youād finally manage to coax him off of you and out of the house to the market, there was a hand permanently on your waist. And then at some point you bent over to smell some flowers and Alfie couldnāt help but lean his hips into yours. You yelped āAlfie!ā You hissed. āCāmon love I canāt cope.ā He grunts, impatiently prompting the rest of the shopping to go by faster, flipping the skirt of the dress up again when he finally got back to the car.
Arthuršŗ
šŗso. Fucking. Antsy.
šŗcanāt keep his fucking hands off of you.
šŗleft early, didnāt he? Ended up waking you up; banging all the doors shut and all that as he clambered out of the house.
šŗyou decided that was your wake up call regardless, knowing full well that if heād have left in a state such as the one he was in last night then it wasnāt good business. Meaning itād perk him up for you to visit him and calm down his anger during the day, even if it was only a chat to rectify his emotions.
šŗyouād gotten yourself dressed without a second thought, inly to do a double take and head right back into the house when you felt the sweltering temperatures outside the from door.
šŗyouād rummage through your clothing chest, struggling to find anything suitable for such an occasion, used to the drizzly cool downpour of the indefinite English winter.
šŗthen you spotted it; the sundress
šŗArthur had gone mad for it last year, and it was forgotten about at around Christmas time when it was way too cold for attire like that, but now was the perfect opportunity to wind him up again.
šŗand you were in a teasing mood after the way heād slammed the front door shut and made a crack in the mahogany.
šŗso youād slipped it on, it was a lovely shade of pink; baby pink to be exact. Arthur loved that colour on you, made him forget all his troubles and appreciate his woman for a while - especially when he couldnāt get his hands off you. So, giving yourself a once over you spritzed a bit of the expensive perfume Thomas had kindly gifted you the Christmas prior, the one you knew Arthur liked the smell of, and headed out the door.
šŗyou decided to stop by the bakery on the way to his office, the bakery with the young cashier who had a large crush on you who Arthur absolutely despised, and you knew itād get him even more rilled up knowing full well that youād been in that dress, had leant over the counter while the young lad stumbled over his words and explained what was in every one of them, let you sample the one that the lad knew full well was your favourite, and gave you it on the house with a tip on the hat and a kiss on the hand.
šŗyeah this was turning out to be a pretty good day.
šŗso you waltzed through the building, little spring in your step as you greeted all the turning heads who watched you as you walked.
šŗyou knocked on his door āfuck offā and you opened it āsorry Arth, thought youād want some companyā you say in the shyest voice you could manage to muster. His demeanour immediately changed when he heard your voice, his posture settled but when he looked at you his mouth ran dry.
šŗābrought you a bunā you say, taking it out of the bag youād brought and knew full well he looked at the branding on the paper packaging. His jaw went slack. āFuck me love, yātryna kill me?ā He asked, taking his cap off his head and shooting his head beneath it. āWhat do you mean, darling?ā You asked, feigning innocence, heading to his desk as you placed the treat in front of him. āYou know fucking damn well what. That bastard dress is back againā he says, grabbing your waist with calloused hands to bring you closer to him and he looked you over.
šŗāwearing the nice perfume too, aināt ya love?ā He asked meekly and you nodded āwarm day and I couldnāt find anything else. Saw how quickly youād left his morning so I thought Iād bring you something to eatā you say with a small, innocent smile as you stroked his cheek. He swallowed hard, eyes unwillingly shifting from you to the pastry on his desk.
šŗāyāve been to that fucking bakery, aināt ya?ā He asked, gritting his teeth āwell itās your favourite-ā āand that little bastard was serving wasnāt he?ā He asked again, eyes narrowing āwho? Daniel-ā āyes fucking Daniel that little cock rocket who thinks he can get in your knickers thatās whoā he seethed.
šŗthen it dawned on him. āAnd he saw you in this fucking thingā he growled, bunching the pink material in his hands as he huffed āmāsorry Arth. Didnāt thinkā you reply. Liar. āNah I think you knew. Knew to tease yāold Arthur didnāt you?ā He asked, thumb drawing small circles into your waist. You replied with a small smile āI knew it! Yālittle minx!ā He chuckled, shaking his head.
šŗāwell!āYou exclaim, taking his hands and prying them from your waist as his face dropped āIāll leave you be. Enjoy your pasty. Love you.ā You say, turning to make your leave and he almost growled.
šŗāwhere the fuck do you think youāre going?ā He asked, standing up after you as you walked back through his door, failing to suppress your smirk. He pretty much sprinted after you, grabbing you roughly and throwing you over his shoulder to turn right back around and into his office. āGot all I want to eat right fucking āere. You aināt leaving this office in this bastard dressā he promises, slamming the office door behind the two of you.
Johnš„
š„bold of you to think youāre even leaving the house with it on.
š„heās not like his brothers, he wouldnāt leave without saying goodbye unless Tommy was literally at the door screaming for him, and even then he was quick to reassure you before he sprinted out the house.
š„no he liked to wake up with you, especially now there were too many kids to count running around the house.
š„he liked to wake you up with little kisses, grab you at the waist and pull you back into bed if you tried to leave, brush his teeth beside you in the bathroom, help get the kids ready, pick your outfit, and let you tie his tie which usually took a good half hour between all the songs heād sneak in.
š„gave him a sense of homeliness.
š„a bit of normality.
š„today was no different, heād woke you up with little kisses, rolling you to sit on top of him, legs either side of his hips as he repetitively kissed you as you giggled and tried to rise for a breath.
š„āmammy Iām hungry!ā A voice came from the doorway and you saw your agitated son pawing at his pyjamas as he looked at you desperately. āFucking kid interrupting. About to fu-ā John mumbled quietly before you were placing a hand over his mouth with wide, warning eyes. He smirked at you. āAlright mate, Iāll come, leave your poor mammy aloneā John answered, finally managing to pry your hand away. āThanks daddyā he says, giddily, as John reluctantly placed you back in bed and rolled out, chucking a shirt on and turning back to you. āDonāt moveā he says, wagging a jokingly warning finger at you and you laugh āyes sirā you salute and he smirk.
š„āright cāmon mate.ā John says, grabbing your son and slinging him onto a piggy back to go grab him something to munch on.
š„you practically jumped out of bed to go grab the new sundress that you bought last week, you hadnāt shown John yet and decided that today was the day you were going to wear it, especially now you had the quick couple of minutes of peace alone.
š„āright, littleāuns eating his breakf- fuck meā you spun around to look at your husband and smiled āwhat dāy think?ā You ask, āgāi us a twirlā he said, crossing his arms and leaning against the doorframe with a smirk. You did as he said and pivoted around, showing how the dress spun with you.
š„āitās a sundressā you say āI can see that flowerā he replies, walking up to you to have a good feel of the fabric, gliding his hands from your upper back to your waist as he pulls you into him āyācanāt wear thaā.ā He says simply and you giggle āwhyās tha Johnny?ā You ask and he raises his brows āthat little name tells me you know goddamn why gorgeous.ā He says āyācannea wear it cause Iām not gonna be able to keep my hands off of ya.ā He says, quickly turning to slam the door shut before picking you up and dropping you on the bed, climbing on top of you and leaning in to kiss you hungrily.
š„you move to take the dress of and he shakes his head ānow, now whole point of this dress is that itās easy access now, aināt it?ā He hums āleave it on Iāll work around donāt you worry ābout me.ā He says quickly with his tongue protruding to lick his dry lips as he looks you over.
š„he dips his head under the hem of the dress and eats you like a man starved. āMammy! Daddy weāre āungry!ā You hear from beyond the door and John stops his movement to come back up for air and clamp a hand over your mouth to stop the sounds coming out of it. John huffs, frustrated but clears his throat. āHarriet darlinā can you reach the milk?ā He asks after a minute āI can daā.ā Her little voice replies āToby can you reach the cereal?ā āUh-huhā the other retorts. āGreat and Charlie? Bowls and spoons?ā āYeah I know where they are daddy!ā The little one says āperfect. Harriet want you to get the milk, the big āun Iām not having you using up the fancy shit your mam bought from Camden. Yāhere me?ā He asks āyeah dadā āToby, grab the cereal and Charlie get the bowls and lot.ā He instructs āokay!ā The collective voices come out. āHannah need you to make sure itās all gone to plan, alright hon?ā He asks āsure thingā then you hear the patter of feel heading down the stairs
š„āand I swear to god if any of you little shits make a mess yāll all be up for the fuckinā high jump!ā He announces loudly, before quieting down and turning back to you āwhere were we?ā
š„and then when youād finally managed to pry him off of you, he begrudgingly let you wear it ādonāt forget weāre going to Aliceās garden party.ā You say āwhat?ā He asks, noticing how youāve dressed all the kids appropriately āyāaināt going looking like that flowerā he says āI sure am. Come in you lot! In the car!ā You say, ushering him out the door
š„he managed to sneak you away one or two times at the party.
Bonnieš„
š„Bonnieās just as bad as John
š„cannot keep his hands off of you
š„āām takinā yā to Bonnie Goldās fight.ā Your brother said walking into the room āwear summot nice, that dress I bought youā āwhy?ā āJust get dressedā you nodded at Tommy, not opposed to visiting Bonnie Gold any day.
š„āis his sister coming?ā Bonnie asked his dad hopefully and the man smirked āwhy?ā āJāst wonderinā.ā āYeah well keep yāeyes on the prizeā Aberama told him āshe is the fuckinā prizeā ātry keep yāhands off of āer until the fights over, yeah?ā He asked and him and Bonnie just shared a knowing smirk.
š„you put on the sundress Tommy had bought you the other week, deciding it was a nice enough day to have a breeze against your skin, plus you had a pair of lovely shoes to match.
š„so you rocked up downstairs, dress on and ready to go and Tommy just gave you a once over āpoor lads gonna have a fuckinā heart attackā John said, laughing āshut up Johnā you reply, as he opened the door to the car for you, offering his hand to help you up. āYou look niceā Arthur commented with a raised brow ādamn fucker better win this fightā
š„āBonnieā Thomas nodded as he entered the building, followed by his brothers, you at the back with John whoād strung an arm over your shoulder. āMr Shelbyā he nodded at him, but was clearly distracted. āDonāt you worry, Bonnie. Sheās right āere.ā Tommy says, moving out the way for John and you to come into his view. āHiya, Bon.ā You smile āhiya flowerā he manages to muster.
š„yet, his breath had caught in his throat at the sheer sight of you. Your gorgeous face, hair done up nicely, and a fucking milkmaid dress. Some lovely sundress that other men didnāt deserve to see. Bonnieās jaw clenched.
š„āright, weāll leave the two of you for a minute. Aberama, letās chatā Thomas said, leading the others away āif he tries anything come and fuckinā find me.ā John said, looking Bonnie over once with narrowed eyes before strutting off after the others.
š„Bonnie smirked looking at you āyālook lovelyā he said quietly, approaching you ānot too bad yāself Bonā you giggle as his hands wrap around you, leaning down to kiss you gently. āThis fuckinā dress. Yādo it on purpose?ā He asks and you crease your brows ādo what?ā You hum and he sighs āI guess youāre not beautiful on purpose are you darlinā?ā He grins, grabbing your hand to drag you into his changing room and lock the door behind you.
š„he picks you up and you squeal with a laugh, wrapping your legs around his waist as he holds you against the door. He slips his hands under the hem of the skirt and holds your thighs gently.
š„āthis fucking dressā he says, chuffed that he managed to slip his hands all the way up to settle on your waist and you just smiled at him. You could feel him toying with the waistband of your panties and you laugh āBon weāve only got ten minutes!ā You giggle and he sighs āguess weāve got to be quick then, ay sugar?ā He asks, undoing his trousers and just merely pushing your panties aside.
š„you lean your head into the curve of his neck, muffling the sounds erupting from your mouth and muffling them with his bear skin and he slid in and out of you. āGod ām so fuckinā obsessed with you.ā He groaned āyāknow what this makes me think of?ā He asks and you shake your head in question against him. āMakes me think of a mammy. What a mammy should wear when sheās pregnant ānd canāt get into nothinā else.ā He mumbles. āThis whaāya were tryna do tāme?ā He asks ātryna get me to make yāa mammy? Cause itās working darlinā. So well.ā You whine at his remark.
š„and when you both finish you try to pull up from his shoulder but he holds you firmly in place āNuh uh. You dress like a mammy yābecome oneā he says and you canāt help but smile at his statement. Eventually, he unwraps you from his waist and lets you down onto shaky legs. A knock comes at the door āfive minutes, son. Get your hands wrappedā you hear Aberama say to him followed by leaving footsteps. You smile up at him ācāmon Iāll wrap your handsā
š„you pull him to where the wrap is, sitting him down on the bench and standing between his legs as you work on protecting his hands.
š„He was being extremely difficult
š„trying to wrap a manās hands when all he wants to do is have them under your dress is an extremely difficult task as he kept groping at your skin rather than letting you work. āDāya want your hands wrapping or not?ā You ask with a huff and he smirks āwould rather be doing somethinā else.ā He shrugs, but lets you finish. And when you do he pulls you into a tight hug, leaning against the fabric where your breasts were constricted.
š„āBonnie, cāmon lad itās timeā you heard your brother say from beyond the door, knocking on it thrice (sausage roll video lol)
š„Bonnie groaned from under your dress (you didnāt know when heād managed to snake his way back under there) but you grabbed his hand and yanked him from his seated position to standing; pulling him towards the door and unlocking it to take him to the ring.
š„Bonnie pulled the hand that was dragging him, sending you flying into his chest with a force that nearly winded you as he gave you one last kiss. āBonnie! Go!ā You giggled, pushing him away and towards the ring, taking a stand beside your brothers as the match began.
š„The rounds went by painfully slow for Bonnie; regardless of the fact that he was winning - but in reality it was only a good few minutes of pure fighting.
š„then when the match was finished, he waltzed over to the Shelby family like he owned the place and offered a blood-filled grin as it dripped down his chin.
š„āwell done Bonnie lad.ā Tommy said, lighting a cigarette. āCheers Tommy.ā He replied, adrenaline still pumping through his veins. āDidnāt yāget some money fāthis match?ā John asked, lighting his own. āNah heās got his own trophy right over thereā Tommy replied, nodding at you as they all turned to see you chatting with Bonnieās father.
š„ājust do us a favourā Thomas told him and Bonnie immediately nodded āmarry her.ā āDonāt have to tell me twice, mr Shelby.ā Bonnie told him with a chuckle, heading to grab you to resume your activities.
Isaiahāļø
āļøhaha.
āļøagain, bold of you to assume that youāre getting fucking anywhere with that thing on.
āļøfeel like itād be a black sundress, one with frills on the sleeves.
āļøyouād gone for a walk with Finn, Tommy having told you both to fuck off for a while while they dealt with some deeper business; so a stroll around seemed to be the choice at hand.
āļøeventually though, Finn had gotten distracted by a sign youād read that said āpretty women here shilling for a good timeā and left you to fend for yourself, opting not to follow your twin into the whore house, yet you werenāt in your own company for long, feeling a cap placed on your head and an arm around your shoulders.
āļøāHey pretty, whatāre you doing all alone?ā Isaiah asked, as he feel into step with you, but came to a sudden halt almost lurching you back. āAnd who let you wear that?ā His eyebrows raised as he looked you over. āWhy whatās wrong with it?ā You asked ānothinā nothinā. Jāst donāt understand why itās not on my bedroom floorā you smacked his chest and giggled āIsaiah!ā
āļøāyāshouldnt have been let out wearing this, loveā he said, backing you against the wall of one of the nearby buildings. āWell I was with Finnā you reason āhmm? And where is Finn now?ā He asks, taking your chin between his forefinger and thumb, forcing you to look at him.
āļøāin some whore houseā you mumble in reply. He scoffs āsome brotherā. Then he starts again āwhy donāt we turn my house into a whore house and get that dress off you and into my room?ā He suggests and you roll your eyes āsuch a way with wordsā
āļøāyālook fuckinā insatiableā he says, leaning down to kiss that sensitive spot on the crevasse of your neck. āDunno how I manage to keep my hand off you most of the time, dollā he shrugs āand in this? Fuck yānot gonna be walking anytime soonā
āļøyou laugh at him āyou wish peaky junior, now I was enjoying a lovely walk before you came along.ā You hum, pushing him back by the chest and he scoffs āIām a Shelby I can fend for myselfā you shrug ānot while I make you a Jesus.ā He retorts, smirking like he knew heād won. āWhatever, Isaiahā you say, calmly walking away
āļøhe laughs loudly, running after you ācāmon Mrs Jesus weāve business to attend to!ā He announces, swiftly placing a hand onto your chest and pressing you back against the wall, lifting you up and placing hungry hands under the hem of your dress āIsaiah!ā You scold, ānot here!ā He rolls his eyes āfineā
āļøand he places and arm under your knees and one to support your head as he carries you bridal-style back to his house. You clutch at his suit jacket and squeal at his action, holding on for dear life until you got to his home.
āļødid not wait until you got to the bedroom
āļødefo had his way with you against the door once itād been firmly slammed shut and locked
āļøand on the sofa
āļøand the kitchen table
āļøand then bedroom
āļø(you never took the dress off)
āļøand eventually when youād decided Tommy was probably done with his important business you managed to coax a begrudging Isaiah to the Garrison with you, whoād initially planned to keep you up all night with him but instead you were heading to a pub instead of his bed; which youād end up in later anyways
āļøāoh sheās alive!ā Arthur said sarcastically as you join them, noticing your presence and subsequently you noticed Finnās. āHow long did you last? Two minutes?ā You asked and he scoffed āfuck offā āand of course Iām alive, Iām fine. It was Finn who left me alone!ā You say, blame bombing your twin who looked at you with evil eyes.
āļøthen Isaiah popped his head round āplus I wasnāt alone I was with Isaiahā you say matter-of-factly and Finn grits his jaw āwhatāve I said about staying away from my fucking sister you fucking scrubberā Finn growls, landing a pent-up punch to Isaiahās jaw who stumbled back slightly. āDidnāt say nothinā ābout fucking her did ya?ā He retorted and then he was running for the hills with three brothers sprinting after him.
āļøāmen.ā Polly said with a roll of her eyes
Michaelš±
š±he wouldnāt be here nor there
š±loved how it looks on you
š±but hates the fact that other men see you wearing it.
š±he makes heart eyes when he sees you in it, believing it to be the typical dress of a wife and mother; so it pretty much feeds into his delusions.
š±the only time it saw the light of day in public wouldāve definitely been when heād been courting you. When heād been invited to some garden party of a rich aristocracy down southwards.
š±what Tommy failed to mention was that the Capitalist had a daughter a few months younger than Michael, of whom was extremely well spoken, and ridiculously pretty.
š±heād obviously weaselled his way over to you and the rest was history.
š±and of course, history tends to repeat itself.
š±again, you were heading to a garden party: Shelby arranged this time around, to show your initial family that the marriage between yourself and Michael was going well and therefore Tommyās expansion to a more wealthier estate was worth the investment.
š±āIāll meet you there darling, business to take care of.ā Michael had told you that morning while adjusting his collar, allowing you to help him straighten the tie you had wrapped around his neck. āOkayā you hummed, he always loved how youād never pried.
š±in reality he was off to see a man about a dog, in other terms; kill a man. Kill a man whoād been eyeing you up like a fucking slice of meat the evening prior. Eyeing you like he wanted to eat you like a man starved, as if your husband didnāt have a firm arm wrapped around your waist and oversized number of carats around your finger.
š±even had the nerve to try talk to you, had groped at your ass and Michael covered your eyes with one hand while he clocked the bloke around the jaw with the other.
š±never wanted a woman to see him fight, especially his woman.
š±so he went about killing the man the next day; well heās probably dead by now. He took his cap calmly to the man, beneath that bridge by the canal, castrated then blinded the man and left him struggling on the ground, having a couple of lesser known Peaky men surveying the area for the rest of the day to make sure no aid was to come to him, and when his struggling stopped they were to sort his body out.
š±you made your way to the garden party independently, having worn a darling sundress; white and pristine and freshly pressed, accompanied by a sun hat and some subtle shoes; conservative enough for Michael not to complain that you looked like a whore, but skin-showing enough not to overheat in this sweltering weather.
š±you were there before Michael, embraced by John and given a kiss on the temple by an already tipsy Arthur who was in that sort of mood where a gent gets rather happy when squidgy, it was a fine line with Arthur.. happy to angered
š±but you entertained him, saying your hellos and greeting the rest of the family youād married into, patiently waiting for Michaelās attendance.
š±he was there soon thereafter.
š±and he was fucking seething.
š±he took one look at you as his mouth ran dry, grabbed your wrist and dragged you away from the garden getting countless opposing arguments from the likes of Ada and John questioning what he was doing
š±but nothing could soften the red he saw.
š±how dare you wear that dress?
š±practically threw you into the car, youād never seen him this upset, let alone have it take it out on you; his loving, doting housewife of whom he trophied for every mistake he made, initially he thought you were his punishment from god.. sent an angel for a devil to take care of. But heād gotten the hang of switching into a loving husband the minute he returned home
š±but tonight was different
š±āMichael, darlin-ā āhow dare you?ā He seethed and you silenced yourself āpardon?ā āHow many fucking times have I told you youāre not wearing this fucking dress in public, hmm? And you wear it around my fucking horny cousin?ā He growls and you donāt know how to reply āhe looks at you like youāre a fucking piece of meet, sweets.ā He tells you, finally looking at you
š±āundressing you with his eyes. Watched him myself.ā āJohn has a wife-ā āJohn hires prostitutes. Yāthink heād be a better husband?ā He asks, knuckles white as he grips the steering wheel harder āno-ā āno. Cause Iāve never hired a fuckinā prostitute since weāve been together, and I work hard for you, yāknow. Got no where to take my anger out cause I love you so much.ā He says and despite the harshness of his words your heart swells.
š±ākilled a man for you and I show up to you actinā like a fuckinā whore?ā Your mouth opened agape and he chuckled darkly āthink I didnāt kill that bloke? Think Iād leave him safe? Nah, not with my missus I wouldnātā he confirms, placing a hand on your leg as he speeds back home.
š±he stops the car and doesnāt move for a minute.
š±ālisten to me very carefully, flower. Iām going to change my bloody shirt, and youāre gonna go upstairs, lay on the bed and wait for me. Yeah?ā He asks āyeah oācourse Michael.ā You say as you get out the car
š±āand leave that fuckinā dress on!ā You hear called behind you.
Finnšļø
šļøFinn is just horny 25/8 icl.
šļødoesnāt know what does it for him about that dress, but it does something.
šļøit was a hot day, and the family was in some beer garden, Arthur already off his head drunk and the brothers just enjoying one anotherās company after successfully ridding the threat of a rival family, the head now dead and the rest cowering to surrender.
šļøTommy told Finn to bring his lady friend, the one who worked at the bookshop along, decided it was time to meet the family, and so he did.
šļøwaltzed into your little hole in the wall, grinning as you peered your head around to see the customer whoād caused the doorās bell to chime, and you broke out into a mighty smile just as he did, him opening his arms for you to rush over and into a bone crushing hug.
šļøeven shared a sweet kiss as he said a gentle āhello prettyā
šļøhe noticed the dress you were wearing was new, initially not noticing it as he was too caught up in admiring you. āWhatās this? Is it new?ā He asked, taking your hand to spin you around. āIt isā you grin, allowing the white flowing material to spin as he made you āitās lovelyā he says, noticing something about it but he didnāt know quite what.
šļøāwhy are you here?ā You hum with narrowed, suspicious eyes as you leant your chin against his dress āarenāt I allowed to say hello to my favourite girl?ā He asks with a smirk āyes but I can tell thereās something. A look in your eyes.ā You say and he sighs, defeated āparty at the Garrisonā he says āwhen?ā You ask āright nowā he says and you laugh āFinn I canāt just shut shop at 12 oclock on Thursday!ā You say, as he reaches into his pocket, throwing ten whole pounds onto the counter āFinn! Where did you get that much money?ā You gasp ādonāt worry bout it. Enough for you to close?ā He asks and you scoff āI canāt accept ten whole pounds, Finnā you tell him āsure you can cause Iām not having it backā he shrugs, pulling your hand to coax you out the door āokay fine!ā You surrender as you relent, allowing Finn to pull you out the door and in turn, you lock your door behind you.
šļøthen when you showed to the party, you were greeted by tipsy cheers and hellos as Finn introduced you to his family, Polly and Ada immediately dragging you away to have a separate conversation as they question you about everything to which you giddily go along with.
šļøJohn came to stand with Finn, where he was stood still; drink in hand as he watched you interact with his family. āWhatās up, Finn?ā He asked, nudging him with his elbow and Finn finally broke out of his trace to smile at his brother. āNothinā.ā He shrugged. āCanāt be about your missus, yāhead over heels for her.ā John said, and Finn immediately raised his brows in panic āno! no! Nothinā like tha.ā Finn said, shaking his head. āThen what is it?ā John asked, looking at you, trying to figure his younger sibling out.
šļøādunno. Itās summot about that dressā Finn said, eyes raking over you as he tried to figure out what it was and his brother chuckles āeasy access, mate.ā John said and Finn creased his brows āyāwhat?ā āSundresses mate, fuckinā kill me. Easy access innit? Donāt have to even take the dress offā John told him matter-of-factly, necking the rest of his beer in one. Finnās eyes darkened and John couldnāt hold in his laugh at the realisation that Finn had settled that that was what it was.
šļøJohn claps him on the back āif yāwanna sneak off Iāll coverā he said, but by the end of the sentence Finn had already started after you ācheers, mate!ā He said to John āsorry, stealing herā he said to Polly and Ada against their judgement, dragging you away from the conversation and into the Peaky office inside the Garrison.
šļøyou giggle at his actions as he locked the dork āwhat yādoin sill?ā You ask āpartyās outside!ā You say, as he picks you up and holds you against the door, dropping his hands for them to head under the hem of your skirt āright, ānd Iāve just figured out that this dress is driving me fuckinā crazyā he says āyouāre fuckinā insatiableā he says ādāyou even know what that means?ā You ask and he shrugs āfind me a dictionary later or summot.ā He says
šļøāwhatās up with the dressā you ask, as he undoes his trousers āeasy access innit?ā
Aberamaš
šAberama is a cultured bloke
šby that I mean heās had many a trips around the sun, and in that time good women are few and far between in his opinion
šso regardless of you being substantially his younger, he was positive that you were the woman for him and therefore he had to have you.
šrecently youād moved into his vardo with him, having left the urban life behind.
šheād woken up one morning to the sun blaring at him through the unclad opening of the vardo, stretching his arms above his head in a mighty yawn, almost certain it was almost midday by this point; especially after the long trek theyād had to get to this sight the night prior.
šhe reached his arm over, but the spot in the bed was cold and empty, a lone spot where you shouldāve been laid. He creased his brows, shooting up in bed to a sitting potion, realising that you were no longer in the vardo at all.
šhe groaned. Damn you and your early rising tendencies.
šhe rubbed his eyes and pulled on a pair of undershorts, smirking at the remembrance of the night prior once youād arrived. He popped his head out of the doorway, looking left and right but curiously not being able to find any trace of you.
šhe climbed down the steps and placed his hands on his hips, walking around the side of the wooden structure towards the lake that trickled slowly downstream. And thatās where he found you:
šhis gorgeous bride.
šheād always told you that he never expected you to conform to the traditional gypsy wife role, never needed you to bear him any more children or do the cooking or cleaning. Hell, you could lay around all day doing nothing and heād look at you with the same adoration he always does. He didnāt even expect you to want to live in a vardo, yet youād shown up with a bag and a smile when offered.
š yet you refused, you demanded to help. Demanded to conform. You would cook the rabbit heād kill (given youād been a bit sick at the initial sight of it). And youād kill his clothes, paying no mind to any blood shed on it.
šyou were knelt against the river bank, ringing some clothes out you just washed then placing them into a small wicker basket, in a dress he didnāt quite recognise.
šāwhat yādoin up, sweetheart? Thought I told yāto relax todayā he started, beginning towards you. Your head spun and those wide, innocent doe eyes gleamed back at him āhad a big journey last night. No good fālittle girls to be working the day afterā he said, matter of factly with a stern look.
šājust wanted to get these clothes washedā you mumble, placing the final garment in the basket. āAnd whatās this youāve got on, hmm?ā He asked, as you look at your clothes āoh itās a dressā āMm I can see that, darlin. Just never seen it beforeā he tells you and you stand to give him a little spin. āMy sister bought it for my birthdayā you said and he grunts, gently grabbing your hips to pull you into him and sway you back and forth along with the breeze, dancing to natureās music.
šāwell yāknow what these dresses are?ā He hums and you shake your head, placing both hands on his chest. āThese dresses are the kind that mammys wear. The kind youād wear when theyāre all pregnant and swelled up with little babes.ā He says, accusingly. āKind that little wives wear that are asking for a hidingā he warns
šādidnāt mean nothing by it, abe. Just thought it was niceā you admit and he smiles āI know you did, princess. Just an innocent little flower yāare.ā He shakes his head.
šābut yāve seen the other mammys around the camp havenāt you? Seen how theyāve dressed. Think you know what you were doinā to your old manā he teases and you shake your head ām too old to be a daā yāknow. Way too bleeding old. Punishing me aināt ya? Just asking for a littleāunā he tuts and you giggle as he picks you up bridal style and carries you back to the bed where heād began
šāAberama! The clothes!-ā āCan fuckinā waitā he grunts āgot a littleāun to put in ya firstā he says, dropping you onto the bed and lazily flipping up your skirt to do what he did best.
šmake your skin fucking crawl.
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āmorning mr. shelby.ā ā tommy shelby x reader āļ½”Ė
tommy shelby x fem!reader
you meet tommy as a nurse during the war, but happens when he realizes that heās known you all along? (loosely based around some s1 plot points, but all set before the war)
18+ minors dni please! angst, fluff and smut
cw: mentions of war, shooting, stabbing, suturing, ptsd, friends to lovers, eventual smut, p in v sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!!), slight breeding kink
word count: 5.4k+ (sorry lmao)
a/n: ahh first fic alert!! iām so excited for you guys to read this! donāt be a ghost reader and lmk if you want to be added to my tag list for future tommy/cillian stuff!! š
you met tommy shelby during the war. he was a soldier, you were a wartime nurse. before the war, you had obviously heard of him. tommy shelby, leader of the fucking peaky blinders. arrogant bastards.
you lived in small heath, and everyday youād pass him on the street. and everyday, youād smile and say, āmorning, mr. shelby.ā and everyday, he would barely look up at you. you were sure he wasnāt even aware of your existence. prick.
your parents had always told you to stay away from the shelby boys. your dad would say that ātheyāre dangerous and make whores out of innocent girlsā and your mum would make some comment about āthe shelby men and their stupid cocks and their stupid judgementsā.
they were the most intimidating people in all of small heath, possibly in all of birmingham. truth be told, there was a certain charm to them that you couldnāt shake off. well, to one of them. tommy shelby. you couldnāt tell if it was because he was your age, or because he was powerful and strong, or simply because he was strictly off limits. or because of his piercing blue eyes.
everyone in small heath knew tommy. but you knew tommy. he didnāt know you, though. you could tell if was him by the way he exhaled or by the sound of his footsteps or by the way he held a cigarette in his hand, the peaked cap on his head, a hand in his coat pocket. you despised tommy shelby, but god, was he fucking irresistible.
when men were drafted for the war in france, it was common sense that theyād need someone to tend to their cuts and bruises. youād decided to volunteer, and after a couple weeks of training, you were right there, in the field. practicing on dolls and bags of rice and flour was nothing compared to what you saw. what you heard.
your first day in france wasā¦ eventful, to say the least. some commander had led you to the medical tent, and you were welcomed by the screams of hurt soldiers, blood and panic. you were immediately assigned to a patient, whoād been shot in the chest. you tried your best, did everything you could have, but ultimately, he had just lost too much blood. you didnāt sleep that night, haunted by the bloodshed, by the pleas of the soldier to keep him alive, by the feeling of someone elseās blood on your hands. over time, however, you grew accustomed to having your pristine white uniform soiled with blood and mud.
a month or so after youād started, you heard shouts outside the tent. āhelp! someone HELP, for FUCKās SAKE!ā this was a regular occurrence, but the voice the shouts came from didnāt sound wounded. you felt an instinctual need to go see what it was.
what you saw, though, was something you never expected to see. tommy shelby, with a comradeās head in his lap, putting pressure on a wound in his shoulder. without hesitating, you helped tommy drag the soldier to a vacant bed in the tent. āwhat happened?ā you asked, hurriedly. tommy was visibly panicked. āi- he- um, he got st-stabbed byā¦ one of the germansā¦ his nameās danny- daniel.ā you looked in tommyās eyes, trying to give him some semblance of comfort. āheāll be okay.ā you applied pressure on the wound, and luckily, the blood stopped flowing soon. you cleaned the wound up and looked to tommy. āiām gonna have to disinfect the wound with alcohol, you might want to hold daniel down for this.ā daniel was still delirious from the blood loss, but the pain would be excruciating. tommy braced himself. his hands firmly holding down danielās. you nodded before tipping the bottle over on the wound. danny thrashed around on the bed, screaming and cursing, struggling against tommyās hold. you heard his voice over dannyās. āyouāre alright, lad! yāer gonna be fine!ā
tommy sat by his friendās bedside as he came to. you tended to other patients in the meantime but eventually went over to talk to him. āi want to keep him here for the night, mr. shelby. make sure thereās no infection.ā he looked at you, surprised you knew him. āyou know who i am?ā āof course i do, all of small heath knows you. what i didnāt expect was to have a run-in with you, here in france.ā he scoffed at his own misery and spoke. āyou donāt belong here. you should be home.ā you rolled your eyes, even in his state, he managed to be cocky. āif i wasnāt here today, mr. shelby, who would save danny?ā that seemed to shut him up. he was about to speak, before you heard your name from the other side of the tent. āy/n, we need you!ā after having helped a soldier who looked like he had been mauled, you looked out to see it was nightfall, and tommy had left.
a couple days later, at about noon, john shelby, the youngest of the shelby brothers walked in, clutching his arm tightly. ādo you need help, mr. shelby?ā you called out. āyes, i-iāve been shot.ā he all but whispered. you rushed over with a tray of distilled alcohol, forceps and bandages. after an afternoon of agony and pain, you had finally managed to pull out the bullet form his arm, johnās face a clear representation of his relief. āoh my god love, if we were home, iād marry you right now.ā you laughed at the proposition. āmr. shelby, i think youāre still a bit delirious from the anaesthesia. besides, iām your brotherās age.ā he looked shocked. āwhat, youāre arthurās age? really?? you look nothing like that old prick.ā you couldnāt help but laugh yet again. āiām not that old, jesus. iām tommyās age.ā he sighed. āmarry him then. lord knows he needs a girl.ā you giggled as you gathered your things and walked away. āyou amuse me far too much, mr. shelby.ā
it felt like ages had passed before you saw tommy again. your back was towards the tent entrance but you knew who had walked in. his breath trembled and his footsteps felt a bit unsteady, but it was undoubtedly him. you waited to turn until he called out your name. āy/n, is it?ā you turned around, to find his face and shirt covered in blood. āmr. shelby! what happened?ā you rushed over to him, taking his hand and sitting his down on a bed. āi- iā¦ killed a man today, y/n.ā he looked down, he couldnāt bring himself to look at you. you didnāt respond, simply got up and grabbed a stitching kit and a bowl of warm water. āis all this blood yours?ā was your first question. āno. most of it is his.ā you sighed and searched his face to find a cut on his cheekbone, the source of his own bleeding. āiām wiping away the blood now, okay?ā tommy gulped and nodded, his eyes still trained on the ground. āmr. shelby, i want you to look at me.ā it was as if he didnāt hear you. you spoke again, softer yet more authoritative this time. ātommy. look at me.ā he finally brought himself to look into your eyes. in his eyes, you saw guilt, regret and fear. in yours, he saw compassion, love and a warmth that could engulf all his pain. āgood.ā you whispered. you wrung out a washcloth and began wiping the blood away from his face, using your other hand to hold his chin in place. his arms found themselves wrapped around your waist, in an attempt to ground himself. you didnāt say anything, but your eyes told him that you didnāt mind. in that moment, you saw a different version of tommy shelby. you didnāt see ātommy, the criminalā, ātommy, the gangsterā or ātommy, the womanizerā. you saw tommy, a good man, an honest man. you felt his arms tighten around your waist as you pulled your hands away from his face, as if he was afraid you would dissipate into thin air. ātommy.ā you whispered. āiām gonna have to stich that wound up. it might hurt.ā but he didnāt mind pain, not if you were the one inflicting it. āokay.ā he spoke, his voice deep. he rubbed circles into your skin with his thumbs, the pain making him hum. āsorry, almost done.ā you finished the last stitch. āthere. youāre all fixed.ā tommy held you like that, his hands around your waist, icy blue eyes staring into yours. your arms rested on his shoulders and you leaned down to whisper to him. ātommy. people are staring.ā āso? let them.ā eventually, he reluctantly pulled away from you. āitās time for dinner, and then lights out.ā he smiled as he spoke, and slowly exited the tent, catching a glimpse of you as he left.
needless to say, you only grew closer over the next few weeks. you were inseparable. whenever tommy had free time, heād make his way to the familiar tent, and talk to you. it was wartime. you were left hurt and traumatized and so was he, but you both found solace in each otherās company. you told him how you knew him, and how youād wish him good morning every day, only to receive complete silence from him each time. he chuckled and apologized. he told you about the peaky blinders, what they did, how they ran their business. you bonded over your shared hunger for knowledge and stories. you told him everything you knew about art, history and literature; and he told you stories of fighting gangs in the streets and stealing contraband. his stories were always more thrilling than yours. youād try to set each other up with people for fun. youād introduce him to every nurse, telling them how he was fighting for his country, and of course, they fell prey to his charming eyes and dashing smile. theyād ask what he did back home, and as soon as you said the words āgangsterā, theyād run in the opposite direction. heād done the same for you. introduced you to other soldiers, and when you spoke to them, about art and literature, theyād call you āunladylikeā or ātoo ambitious for a manā. you both secretly liked it this way, it was like you were his and he was yours.
when he became sergeant major, you both celebrated together. heād brought you a bottle of whiskey, and you spent the night, talking and giggling drunkenly. but soon, he was assigned to be a sapper and dig tunnels. you both knew that the germans were going to dig their own tunnels, and at some unfortunate point, the tunnels would converge. both of you realized the danger it held, but he had to do it. you tried to talk him out of it, though. ātommy, please!ā āy/n, calm down.ā āgoddamn it tommy, think! youāre gonna get yourself killed! what the fuck are you doing?ā āiāll be alright.ā āno, you wonāt! what if you get hurt? what if they shoot at you, huh? i wonāt be there underground to make sure youāre okay!ā āy/n, i have to serve my country. i have to do this.ā ātommy. iām begging you, donāt do this.ā he simply sighed and kissed your forehead and held your face in his hands. you held tightly onto his wrists as tears threatened to spill from your eyes. āshhh, iāll be alright. in fact, iāll write you.ā you seemed to calm down at the idea of him writing you. at least youād be updated on his condition.
the morning he went down to the tunnels, he came to see you. you were sorting gauze and bandages when you felt his presence near you. you turned around and ran to hug him. he buried his face in your neck and breathed you in. you could feel tears brimming your eyes. neither of you knew why you felt like this. you were just friends, right? ātommy michael shelby, i swear to god if you die, iāll kill you myself.ā you heard him chuckle. he took a step back and caressed your cheek. āyou take care, darling.ā you wished he wouldnāt leave, but in your heart, you knew he had to. a few hours after, you found a letter tucked under a book on your desk. you curiously pulled it out and opened it.
dearest y/n,
i know how much you hate that iām going to be a sapper now. i want you to know, no matter what happens down there, i care for you, and i love you, unconditionally. iāve loved you since the day i first met you. i canāt believe i was looking for love in whores and prostitutes when the love of my fucking life was saying the sweetest good morning to me every morning. iāll protect myself, and i want you to protect yourself too since i canāt do that for the time being. if we survive this wretched war, i want to take you home, ask your father for your hand and marry you, sweetheart. you take care of yourself, alright?
all my love,
tommy shelby.
you couldnāt help but gasp at what you read. he loved you. tommy shelby loved you. the same tommy shelby that was too arrogant to say a word to you, the same tommy shelby that your parents told you to stay away from, the same tommy shelby was head over heels for you. you immediately looked for a piece of paper, a pen and some ink. you wrote a letter back and sent it with one of the workers heading down to the tunnels. you didnāt know what it was like down there, but you hoped your letters would keep him sane. meanwhile, tommy received your letter and opened it with the same enthusiasm you showed his letter. however, he was also filled with nervous energy. he had confessed his love for you, which was so incredibly out of character for him, but with shaky hands, he proceeded to open the letter.
dearest tommy,
to say that your letter was shocking would be an understatement. i never knew you felt this way for me. like iāve told you on several occasions, my parents always told me to stay away from āyour kindā and as a good catholic girl, i obeyed them. but tommy, in these few months, iāve seen a side of you i canāt ever forget. i love you too tommy, the real you. the honest, raw, genuine tommy that i get to see on late nights and in random moments on busy days. iād love to marry you, just make it out alive of that damn tunnel, you prick.
only yours,
y/n.
tommy felt his eyes welling up as he read the words you had penned on the paper. it had been so long since heād seen you, or heard your voice. he wanted you. he needed you. to keep him stable and sane. as the days passed, your and tommyās letter exchange became more and more frequent, and you felt like even if you were in this goddamned lawless land of blood and chaos, you had tommy. and he was all you needed.
that was, until the letters slowed down. you kept writing him, but to no avail. he hadnāt sent you a letter in days, or weeks, you werenāt sure anymore. youād almost lost hope, and spent entire nights grieving him. trying to remember the sound of his voice, the feeling of his hands on your waist, the smell of his cologne. you hadnāt heard his breath or felt his footsteps in a long time. the pain was almost unbearable, and some days felt like decades. but the only thought that kept you going was that you saw tommy in all the wounded soldiers you treated. they were someoneās tommy. and they needed to get home alive.
4 months. 4 whole months since you heard from tommy. you were convinced he was dead now. you spent your days bandaging and stitching wounds, yet you could never fix the wound tommy left in your heart. it was one of the hottest afternoons, the french sun blazing unmercifully. you were insanely busy with patients today, the war was almost ending, and the soldiers needed to be fixed up before they could go home. yet, no sign of tommy. you sighed, cursing yourself for holding out hope now for someone who would not return.
ācan i have a nurse here?ā you could recognize that damn voice anywhere. the deep voice that filled your ears, smooth like honey, youād recognize that voice at the end of the world. you turned around. tommy. āhi, love.ā he smiled. but his smile quickly changed into a frown when he saw your sobs. you took him to a quieter corner of the tent. you stepped closer to him. he went to put his arms around you. you slapped him across the face. āwhere. the FUCK were you, thomas michael shelby?!ā he was incredibly confused. āl- love, what?ā āi thought YOU DIED, YOU BASTARD. where were you?ā the time you spent apart had changed you, and from his response, you could tell it clearly changed him. āi was TRYING to fucking STAY ALIVE for YOU.ā he raised his voice at you. he never raised his voice. neither of you spoke for a while and tension filled the air between the two of you. āi should leave.ā he spoke, his voice barely above a whisper. he left, and you let him.
after a few weeks, news broke that britain had won the war, and everyone went home. five years had passed since you last saw the familiar streets of small heath, and you were no longer a girl, but a woman. a woman who needed to get a job to survive in this city. you walked around and saw a flyer on the doors of the garrison. āBARMAID NEEDED.ā you walked in to find harry. he looked up pleasantly surprised. āy/n! havenāt seen you in a while, eh? what can i do you for?ā āiām here to get the barmaid job, harry.ā he sighed.ā y/n, this job isnāt suitable for a girl like you. these men, theyāve just come back from war, they havenāt seen a girl, let alone a pretty one like yourself, in ages. theyāll have you up against a wall within the first hour of your shift.ā you looked at him desperately. āharry, please. i need this job, otherwise iāll be out on the streets, which are surely worse than this pub. i was a nurse in france, iāve dealt with these men. please?ā he sighed again before nodding. āalright then, you start tomorrow.ā
your first shift consisted of the usual alcoholics, men with ptsd, everything that was to be expected after a war. you hear the bells at the door ring as the familiar footsteps walk closer to the bar. without turning around, you ask, āwhat do you want?ā he replies, āwhiskey, scotc- y/n?ā you finally turn around at the sound of your name falling from his lips. āyes, mr. shelby. so, scotch? on the house right?ā he leans over so that just the two of you can hear. ādonāt mr. shelby me. come on, love, talk to me.ā āi have nothing to talk to you about.ā as you poured him a glass of whiskey, he held your wrist assertively. āy/n. come.ā you rolled your eyes and went to the shelbyās private booth. āwhat is it that you want, tommy?ā āwhat the fuck do you mean āwhat do i wantā? you, i want YOU. i need you. did ya lose your fucking mind in france like danny whiz-bang?ā you felt your bottom lip trembling and your throat choking up. āiā¦ i thought y- you were fucking dead. i mourned you. for MONTHS. i grieved over the death of the love of my life. of my future husband. of my future children that iād have with him. and then, just as iām making my peace with it, YOU have the fucking audacity to show up? you have some bloody nerve, tommy shelby.ā the look in his eyes softened as he took a step closer to you. āno. donāt you dare come any closer to me, tommy, iāll kill you.ā you said, holding up the bottle of whiskey as a weapon. he embraced you, holding you tightly, his fingers stroking your hair. you resisted the hug and tried to push him away, only to find his grip on you getting tighter. āg- get awayā¦ from me, p- pleaseā¦ i- justā your voice came out muffled between sobs. tommy felt hot tears rolling down his own cheeks. āshhh, sweetheart. iām okay, eh? iām fine. iām here, with you.ā you dropped the bottle you were holding and it shattered into a million pieces on the ground. you stood there in his arms, crying for what felt like an eternity. you finally pulled away from him, and he wiped your tears with his thumbs. you laughed, but then lightly slapped his arm. āyou scare me like that again, tommy, i swear iāll kill ya.ā āiāll hold you to it, sweetheart.ā he kissed your forehead, and you rested your forehead against his. he tentatively closed the gap between your lips and his, and you pulled him by the collar and kissed him with enough force to make him trip and fall. he managed to stay steady and kissed you back with equal fervour. he spoke between kisses. āi *kiss* spent *kiss* every *kiss* second *kiss* thinking *kiss* of you.ā you giggled. āi missed you too, tommy.ā
he told harry that youād be leaving the bar early that day, and dragged you out the bar while holding your hand, a smile on his face for the first time in a long time. āthe great thomas shelby isnāt embarrassed to have a barmaid as his girlfriend?ā you giggled. ānever. and those who think i should be embarrassed can suck me cock.ā he spoke proudly. he opened the car door for you, and you sat inside and waited for him to turn the ignition on. āwhere are we going, tommy?ā āi want you to meet my family, love.ā during the countless hours you spent together chatting, he told you about his familyās idiosyncrasies and stories about them. how arthur needed to be protected the most during fights because he was just as likely to hurt himself as he was to hurt someone else, how aunty polās instincts about love were never wrong, how john once fell in love with a prostitute and everyone laughed at him, how ada was the most rebellious and married a communist (who happened to be in of his best mates), and how finn always pretended to act like tommy, doing whatever his big brother did. you were excited to meet them of course, but anxious. they would be your family one day too.
he held your hand as he brought you in, everyone sitting around a table waiting for him. ādoes everyone just sit together like this?ā you asked. āuh, no i called a family meeting for 3 pm.ā tommy replied simply. āhow did you know youād be able to have me here by 3?ā he winked at you. āi have my ways. and i know how much you love me.ā he spoke in a singsong voice. you rolled your eyes at his schoolboy behaviour and waited for him to speak. āshelbyās, this is my girlfriend and soon to be fiancĆ©, y/n.ā he held his arm around your waist proudly, and you leaned up to kiss his cheek. you recognized arthur and john immediately from your time in the war. you assumed that the older woman was aunt polly, and the younger with the baby in her arms would be ada, leaving the youngest member of the family, finn. john came up to talk to you first, while tommy spoke with polly. āyou know i didnāt really mean the āmarry tommyā thing?ā you laughed as you replied, āi didnāt either, but fate works in weird ways, eh?ā he agreed with you before talking to tommy. arthur was the next one to see you. āyou and tommy, eh? if it wasnāt for the war, you two would probably never have met. i sāpose war isnāt all bad then.ā āperhaps youāre right. i did find your brother to be arrogant before the war.ā āthat he is, y/n. that he is.ā both of you looked over at him, engaged in conversation with everyone else. you fussed over the baby in adaās arms. āawww, heās precious! whatās his name?ā ākarl, after karl marx.ā you shot her a look. āitās unconventional, i know. but freddie really wanted it.ā āitās lovely.ā finn rushed over to you and kissed your hand. you gushed exaggeratedly. āwhat a gentleman you are, finn!ā āif tommy wasnāt here, youād be my girlfriend, miss y/n.ā you laughed at his childishness and ruffled his hair. āsure i would, finn.ā the only person you hadnāt spoken to yet was aunt polly, arguably the most intimidating person of the family. āi have one question for you, y/n. how you answer it will determine if youāre fit for being a shelby. how do you think i kept this business up and running during the war?ā you felt put on the spot but tried your best to answer. āum, well, to be quite frank, iāve believed that women are better at business anyway. we know how to settle deals with whiskey and not fists or guns. and you seem like twice the man than most men i know anyway.ā her lips twitched up into a smile as she looked to tommy. āoh, i like her already.ā he held your hand in hers, and addressed tommy. āshe seems like a lovely girl, do not fuck this up tommy.ā tommy shook his head and laughed. āiāll try, pol. iāll try.ā
you ate dinner with the shelbyās before you headed up to his house. āyou sure you donāt want me to walk you home?ā he asked for the hundredth time that night. āno tommy, iām perfectly content spending the night with you. unless youād like me to leave?ā you questioned. āno no, stay, please!ā he said, almost pleadingly. you looked around his bedroom when you reached his home. it was obviously a house, but it didnāt feel like a home. you frowned at your observation. āwhatās wrong, y/n?ā āthis house isnāt a home yet, tommy.ā āthatās because i want my first home to be with you. with our children. and as far as iām concerned, you are my home.ā
ācare to dance?ā he asked, holding out his hand. you looked at the gramophone in the corner. āthat doesnāt look like it works, love.ā you placed your hand in his. āso what? we can dance without music.ā he said, holding your waist close to him, your hand on his shoulder. you leaned your head on his shoulder, both of you dancing in the silence, listening to the sound of each otherās breathing. ākiss me, tommy.ā you whispered. he obeyed probably for the first time in his life and kissed your soft lips.
things escalated and you were now on tommyās bed, tracing the sun tattoo on his chest, with him on top of you. āfuck me, tommy, please.ā āyour cunt wants this cock?ā he growled. you moaned in his ear. āfuck, yes tommy, make me yours.ā he stretched you out in the most blissful way. of course, you had used your fingers before, but nothing could replace the feeling of his cock. āgod, please!ā you moaned out, words slowly turning into incoherent sounds. tommy chuckled. āgod canāt hear you now, sweetheart. not here.ā he pistoned his hips into you just right and it wasnāt long before he found the spot inside you that made you scream. āt- tommy fuck! right there, please donāt stop!ā āi wouldnāt dream of stopping, darling. my girl, so pretty all spread out for me. take it, love. take that cock.ā the feeling of your impending orgasm coursed through your entire body, making you writhe in pleasure. āgod, iām so close tommy!ā āgood fucking girl.ā his hand reached down to rub circles on your clit while he fucked you so good. āoh god, tommy, iām not gonna be able to walk tomorrowā¦ā āthatās the plan, sweetheart.ā he spoke as he kissed hickeys on your neck, matching the ones youād given him earlier. ācome on love, make a mess on my cock.ā as soon as he said that, you felt yourself falling apart, the tight band in your stomach snapping, uncontrollable moans of his name falling from your lips. āthank you tommy, thank you so much.ā you moaned, drunk on the feeling of his cock inside you. āsuch an angel. who do you belong to, sweets?ā he said, still pounding your cunt. āy- you, tommy. i belong to you!ā āthatās right, sweetheart.ā he whispered in your ear, āi love you, darling.ā you moaned as you felt your second orgasm approaching. ātommy, fuck! i- i love you too!ā āgod iām gonna cum inside you! youād like that, eh? me getting you pregnant, all nice and round with my baby?ā you felt your orgasm pulsing through you at his words. āyes, tommy! fill my womb up, please! i need it!ā you heard tommyās loud moans as he came inside you. āoh, such a good girl. took my cock so well, love.ā tommy stayed on top of you for a while, his cock still inside you. āiāve wanted to do that for five fucking years.ā he spoke, voice muffled since his head was buried between your tits. you laughed, but the laughs quickly turned to moans as your sensitive cunt felt friction from tommyās cock rubbing up against its walls. he pulled out of you slowly, watching his seed spill out of you. he eventually got up to get a warm washcloth and a glass of water for you. you drank the water as he cleaned you and himself up and pulled you into his chest. you pulled the covers over both of you, feeling your body flush against his. āthat was amazing tommy, thank you.ā āthe pleasure is all mine, sweetheart.ā he kissed your forehead.
ever since tommy came back from france, he had these recurring nightmares every night. of his time in the tunnels. the germans. his comrades. how he had to kill people with his bare hands. he could still hear the shovels digging the tunnels when he closed his eyes. when he was with you though, he could finally fall asleep. or so he thought.
you were awoken in the middle of the night by the sounds of a gasping tommy, suddenly sitting up. you felt groggy for a moment, having just woken up, but quickly sprung into action. you sat next to him, rubbing his back. ātommy, whatās wrong?ā he didnāt speak. but he didnāt need to. youād seen enough cases of ptsd from your time in the war to know what was happening to him. āyou still see it, eh?ā he only nodded. you laid back down and pulled him into your chest. he protested. āwhat are y-ā āshut up.ā you could tell, he was still a bit frantic, his breath still heavy. you spoke to him in a soft tone and you played with his fingers, his head on your chest. ālisten to me. listen to the sound of my voice. feel my body against yours. you are home. you are safe. the war is over. the nightmares are just parts of your mind trying to scare you. but youāre stronger than that, eh? iām here with you, and you donāt need to be scared. alright? iām here with you, always.ā he hummed, heavy eyelids slowly closing shut. being able to smell the scent of your perfume helped ground him. āgood job, tommy. now sleep. iāll be here with you when you wake up.ā you managed to get him to go to sleep, but somehow convinced your mind to let you sleep light enough that if tommy were to have another nightmare, youād be up immediately. fortunately, he didnāt wake up during the night.
he woke up to the sight of a sleeping you, the sun rays hitting you just right. he swore he could look at you forever. you felt his gaze on you and slowly opened your eyes. āhowād you sleep?ā you asked. ālike i hadnāt slept in years.ā he replied.
āmorning, mr. shelby.ā you wished him, as you did, every day before the war. except this time, you were in his arms, in his bed. you kissed his lips softly. except this time, he finally wished you back.
āmorninā, sweetheart.ā
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The Gangsta's Wife (Part 12)
DESCRIPTION: You and your husband take a short visit to an old friend of yours.
A/N: I am on holiday in Birmingham this week. As of this post being published I will be back home. However I still deemed it appropriate to post some love for our man
WORD COUNT: 3165
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WARNINGS: Exes, talk of marriage, children, mainly just fluff with a light dribble of angst (if you squint)
DISCLAIMERS
This is fiction. Please always talk to your partner before doing anything and make sure they are ok with what you are doing beforehand
This story does not follow the timeline of the show
Not been proof read
Thomas had gotten all his business affairs sorted so he could leave Polly in charge for a few days. Your sisters where older now so you were mildly less worried about leaving them alone. The worry you had for them seemed to double at the thought of leaving Charlie behind. Ada had promised to look after him for the day. As had Betty. But you were still anxious about the whole ordeal. Leaving your sisters and young child to go and see your ex fiance with your new husband was a pretty big emotional roller coaster.
It was the night before you were meant to leave. You sit cross legged on your bed. On top of the blankets as you watch your husband. Hands placed into your lap. Pulling down the short of your nightdress. Him silently getting undressed as he gets ready for bed. "Do we have to go?"
"Yes".
"Can't you just go and I stay here?"
"He specifically asked for you. If he wanted just me then he would've addressed a letter directly to me". You let out an annoyed huff. Grabbing your pillow from the head of your bed. Resting it into your lap as you look at him. A pout on your lips. "You need to introduce me to him. Properly. You are our joint known acquaintance"
"What if I'm ill? Or I break my leg?" He turns to face you. Trying to hide the amusement on his lips as he unbuttons his shirt." I'm happy to break a bone to commit to the facade". He gives a low chuckle.
"There will be no bone breaking love". He pulls his shirt from his torso. Placing it onto the chair. Quickly followed by his trousers.
"What if-"
"We're going. Even if we wake up dead tomorrow morning. We. Are. Going". You scratch your head. Rubbing your face as you nod. "I get your nervous about the whole situation. I'm not too keen on it either. But for the sake of business we need to do this". You take in a deep breath. Meeting his eyes.
"I know. I can still be unhappy about the situation though". He smiles. You stay silent as he comes over. Moving the blanket as he climbs underneath. You swivel. Still sat on top of the covers as you watch him. When you make no attempt of going to sleep he gives a small sigh. Turning his head to face you. Piercing blue orbs meeting your anxiety filled ones.
"Are you going to stay up and watch me all night?". You nod. A soft frown coming over your features as worry takes over. Glancing your eyes downwards. He takes your hands in his. Tilting his head slightly as he looks at your eyes.
"Everything will be alright love. At the moment you need to rest. Can't be showing up to flaunt your new husband and fortune when you haven't slept though, ey?" You scoff slightly at the comment. Shaking your head as you smile. Looking down at your hands in his. He wasn't an overly tall man but his hands always made yours look tiny in his grasp.
You look back at him as he moves. His arms going to your waist and hips. Gently moving your body as he takes the blanket from under you. A light force behind his palms as he makes you lie down next to him. Turning out the soft glow of the lamp on the bedside table. You feel his arm go around your waist. Pulling your close to him. You would always sleep on the two separate sides of the bed. So this sudden affection was different and new. But not unwelcome. Especially given your anxious state.
You bring your head to rest onto his chest. Your hand open palmed. Feeling his heart thump under it. Caressing circles with his thumb imprinting onto your hip. Shutting your eyes. Letting the rythmic sound of his heart drift you to sleep.
You wake up. Your body in the same position as when you fell asleep. Something was different though. You blink your eyes open. The bed next to you empty. The vague warmth of your husband having disappeared. You let out a sigh. Sitting up. You get yourself dressed. Going to Charlie as you get him up too. Feeding the both of you. As you walk past the study you hear the sound of your husbands voice. You would knock so he could say hi to his son but he sounds serious as he talks so you decide its probably a better idea to leave him until later.
You play with your child in the nursery. Playing with the various toy horses he has. A few light taps on the door before it opens. Your husband walking in. You turn to look at him. His face serious as he looks at you. Hands placed neatly over the top of another in front of him. "Are you ready to go Florence?". You nod. Picking up Charlie. Kissing the side of his head as you walk towards the door.
"Let me get dressed into something more suitably fancy". His stern face shifting as he smiles at his son. Taking him from your arms so you can go get dressed. Due to the long trip you had packed an overnight bag and a day dress for the next day. Knowing you may be sleeping at a hotel on the way back. Depending on the time you leave the Finnley household. You walk back downstairs. Seeing that Tommy has given the child to Betty. Ada also waiting patiently at the door. Holding her own sons hand. She smiles at you.
"My brother is waiting for you in the car". You nod. Giving her a small hug. Her head titling upwards as she puts it past your shoulder in the embrace. "Have a great time" she moves from the hug. Gently rubbing your arms before taking her sons hand once again. "If Thomas gets to much just tell him where to go alright?". You let out a soft chuckle. Looking downward. Gently ruffling Karl's hair. Going over to Betty and kissing Charlies head before heading to the car as your husband sits in the drivers seat. You're in the automobile for no more then a minute before he starts to drive. Turning in your seat as you wave back to your family. Leaving your house to become small as you travel the distance. Soon it fading fully from view.
You drive in silence for around half an hour. Your husband was a man of few words so the drive wasn't awkward. Knowing his silence isn't personal. Watching as the fields and houses pass you. A smile on your face as you take in the scenery. Thomas's voice almost makes you jump as he speaks.
"I like your dress". You turn to face him. Taking a few seconds to process the words he had said. A smile coming over your face.
"Thank you"
"Where did you get it?"
"I bought the material and made it". He tuts slightly. A light smirk coming over his features as he glances his eyes to you.
"A woman of your stature shouldn't be making her own clothes. You should get someone to make them for you".
"But then what am I meant to do with my free time?" An undertone of sarcasm laces your voice. His smirk growing as he flicks his tongue over his bottom lip.
"Look after our child. Be a good wife to your husband". You let out a scoff. He looks at you. A longer glance before he has to focus back onto the road. "Is that not why we got married? So that you could live out a life where you didn't have to worry about mundane things?". You pull your bottom lip between your teeth. Tilting your head slightly. Your hands that were calmly resting on your lap now fiddling with your wedding ring. Hes not wrong. That is why you got married. Financial support and protection. Your growing silence only confirming his beliefs. Letting out a small chuckle.
"Its alright love. You're still a fearful woman of great power and influence". You chuckle. Turning to look at him. "I know many people who are wary when they hear your name". You half smile.
"I don't know if that's a good thing"
"Fear holds power. Power is good". You nod. Your lip twitching slightly upwards at the comment.
"Have you ever been scared of me?". You emphasise the pronouns. He takes in a breath through his nose. Looking at you. Glancing back to the road after a few seconds.
"Are you scared of me?". His voice laced with a tone you cant quite pinpoint. Genuine curiosity you think. You look at him.
"No". Your voice a very soft whisper. You're honestly surprised he heard it due to the cars whirring motor. His face goes from an amused smile to a genuine one. The shift being subtle but you notice it. You watch him. Your eyes dancing over his defined features. "You didn't answer my question". Your voice still quiet. Turning your body to face him more. Bringing your dominant hand up to play with the necklace resting around your neck. He doesn't speak. You repeat yourself. In case it was due to his lack of hearing the initial question. "Have you ever been scared of me?"
"I was cautious of you - When we first married. Worried that you might be a spy or something. But I've never been scared of you". You nod. Turning your head back to look at the road. Your face beams as you pass a field. Pointing out towards it.
"Sheep!" you exclaim. Causing him to laugh. Leaning out the car as you watch them go past you. Turning back to face the front. You spend the rest of the journey in comfortable silence. Occasionally speaking to each other. Mainly when you get excited as you see a more sheep or a cow in a field and having to declare it to your husband. Causing a smile to creep over his lips at your quick amusement.
Soon you arrive at the house. Your husband getting out. Coming round and opening the door for you. Outstretching his hand for you to take which you do. Your silk gloved hand soft against his skin. Linking his arm with yours. Gripping it as if your life depended on it. Whispering quietly to him. "I'm scared Tommy". He tilts his head to look at you. Whispering back.
"No need to be scared. I'll be right by your side ey?" You look at him. The softness in his cold eyes filling you with a warmth. Nodding. He starts to walk to the front of the house. Confidence evident in his posture as he gets to the front. The door opens before he can knock. A woman wearing some sort of maid attire answers. A smile on her face.
"Good afternoon Mr and Mrs Shelby. I do hope the trip was good"
"Yes it was a pleasant drive" your husband answers. The maid moving aside to allow you both to step into the vast hallway.
"Let me take your jackets". she says. Shimmying the extra layers off and handing them to her. She motions with her hand. Having the clothes rested over her arm. "Mr and Mrs Finnley are just down the hall. First door on your right".
"Thank you". Thomas says. Smiling at her. You give her a small yet anxious smile. Clinging back to your husband. One hand holding his upper arm. The other onto his forearm. He moves a hand. Resting it gently over the top of yours in an effort to comfort you. You release his bicep. Both hands moving to softly hold his lower arm. You both walk down the corridor. Knocking gently onto the door for the first room on the right.
"Come in" a male voice answers. Opening it you see a fire place. Books adorning the shelves on multitude. Three sofas sat in a horseshoe in the middle of the room. A coffee table between them. A woman sits on one of the seats. Standing as she turns to face you. The male stands too. Benjamin Finnley. Meeting those dark eyes of his. Something you haven't done in a long, long time. Emotions start to bubble inside of you. Unsure if you should laugh or cry. Those feelings are quickly diminished as the woman comes over to you both.
"Oh my- Its lovely to see you!" Holding a hand out for Thomas. He shakes it. You move your gaze onto the woman. Her hands coming up to cup your cheeks. "I have heard wonderful stories about you". She smiles. Leaning forward as she enwraps you into a hug. Your arms go stiff by your side before she pulls away from the affection. Moving away as she motions at the seats.
"Please do sit down". She clasps her hands together as she watches you both. "I cant believe I have the infamous Florence Shelby in my home!" she exclaims. "I've heard so many stories about you". You smile slightly. Her energy being enough to fuel a small car.
"Good things I hope". She laughs softly. Motioning at the plush sofas.
"Sit. Goodness you've had a long drive. Do sit down". You tuck the skirt of your dress under you. Sitting down onto the soft furnishing. Tom sitting next to you. One arm resting onto the side of the chair.
"I bet everyone wants tea". The wife says. "Yes, I will get the maids to bring tea. Greta!" she calls out. Going to the open doorway. The woman who answered the door comes into the room.
"Yes ma'am?"
"We would like tea please". She nods. Leaving the room. The energetic woman clasps her hands together. Dancing around the room as she takes a seat next to her husband. "Oh goodness. Where are my manners. This-" she rests her hands on the mans legs "is my husband Ben". She brings her hands to place gently on her chest. "My name is Ruth. You must be Tommy and Florence" she points at each of you with your respective names. "Are you ok if I call you those names?". You nod. She smiles. Her hands clapping together as she shuffles on her seat. "You've traveled from Birmingham, correct?". Your husband nods.
"Oh how delightful. I've never been you see. My husband has promised all these exciting places he wants to take me and I'm trying to get a list of them all. Is it a nice place?" Thomas goes to answer. Taking in a breath but she answers her own question before he can get a word in. "It must be a nice place. You two wouldn't be as delightful as you are if it was a truly hellish town. Oh apologies about my language. My mother always tells me off for using such language"
A soft knock at the door. Ben stands up. Going over and opening the door. Taking the tray of tea from the maid. Thanking her as his wife waffles on. He places the tray down onto the table. You shuffle forward. Looking at your husband. He nods softly at you. Understanding the silent order you pour some of the boiling water in a china cup. Adding a little milk into his drink. Turning as you hand it to him. Making yourself one too. Adding two lumps of sugar.
"I see you still have a sweet tooth". Ben says. Smiling at you. You look at him. A faint smile coming over your lips. Looking back down again. Nodding. "How long have you two been married?"
"Two years in December" Thomas answers. His eyes watching the man. Unreading as he tries to determine what kind of character he is. "How about you and Mrs Finnley?"
"We're coming up for our six year anniversary now, aren't we?" He rests a hand on her thigh. Smiling as he looks at her. Turning back to look at the two of you. "Sadly we haven't been blessed with children yet. Do you have any children?". You nod.
"We have a little boy. Charlie". He smiles at the familiar name.
"Like your father, correct?". You give a gentle nod. Looking downwards as you play with your wedding ring. Ruth speaks up again.
"How did you two meet?"
"I bumped into him at his pub. It was raining outside so I sought shelter. We had a drink together and..." you take in a breath. Bringing your shoulders up as you smile. "Things just developed from their".
"Oh how romantic" she coos. Leaning forward. Her elbow resting on her knee as she rests her head into her palm. Letting your shoulders go down as she starts talking. "Me and Ben met when we were... six? Our parents know each other. Although we had seen each other at a few events we hadn't really spoken. To tell you the truth we had nothing in common. But then I saw him again when I was 16 and I thought 'That's the man I'm going to marry'. Two years later we did. We were courted during that period of time but made it official when we were both of legal age".
"I think that sounds more romantic then my story". She shakes her head.
"Are you kidding me? The whole trope of you needing a place to stay and him giving it to you. That's every girls dream right? Next thing you'll tell me is that you needed to sleep but there was only one bed". You laugh. Shaking your head.
"I can tell that you read a lot of romance stories"
"Too many I'd argue". Ben jokes. Smiling at his wife. She playfully hits his leg. Turning back to you.
"Oh you two must stay the night".
"Oh no we wouldn't want to intrude"
"Nonsense!" she exclaims. "I'll have Greta make you up a bed in the spare room. Greta!" she calls. Standing up. Hearing her voice as she speaks to the maid. You turn to face Thomas. Placing a hand on his knee. He turns to look at you.
"Are you happy to spend the night here?". He nods. His face expressionaless.
"So long as our hosts are sure?" the two of you turn back. Meeting Bens eyes. He half smiles. Nodding.
"Of course! You two are welcome anytime!"
"Do you have a phone I could borrow? To ring home and let them know we will be back tomorrow". He nods. Standing up. Beckoning for him to follow. Your husband stands up. Letting your hand that was on his lap drop onto yours. Watching as he goes out the room. Ruth finishes talking to the made. Turning to face you.
"I'm so sorry my dear. I will be quick but I'm needed in the kitchen. Something apparently is wrong with the pots! Goodness know what!" she smiles at you. Swiftly turning and walking out the room. Leaving you alone. You take in a breath. Looking around. Standing up you wonder over to the books. Hands going behind your back as you look at them. You turn as you hear someone come into the room. Ben walks in. You half smile at him. Moving your arms from behind your back to your torso. Folding the over yourself.
"Your husband seems nice" he says. Coming and standing beside you. You give out a hum of approval. Taking out one of the books. Holding it in your palm as you read the back of it. He watches you. His hand comes up and places onto the book. Drawing your attention up to his dark eyes. "I've heard stories. Ones involving your husband and his cruel ways. He treats you well I hope?" Giving a small smile.
"I am his devoted wife. He has no reason to cause me harm". He nods. A small scoffed laugh coming from his lips. You hear the door open. Ben turning. His hand falling from the book as you bring the object up. Holding it to your chest. His face turning to a welcoming smile as Thomas enters the room. Coming a little ways in as to come and meet the two of you by the bookshelf. Ben speaks as he walks.
"Ah Mr Shelby. Did you manage to get through to your sister?".
"Yes. Thank you for the use of your phone". Your husbands voice fills the air. Your eyes follow him as he comes and stands beside you. Placing his hand onto your lower back. His eyes unreading as he looks at his host.
"Perfect!" you hear hands being clasped together. The three of you turn. Ruth standing in the door way as she grins at the three of you. "Food is served. Please follow me to the dining room". You place the book back down. Ben motions with his hand. Letting you walk first. Shortly followed by Thomas. Hand still placed onto the small of your spine.
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look at me t.s.
Pairing | Thomas Shelby x Female reader
Summary | When Mrs. Shelby requests Tommy in the room with her for the birth of their first daughter everyone is shocked. Men aren't supposed to be in the room with their wives as they give birth, it's just not how it is supposed to be... well all men aren't Thomas Shelby.
Warnings | Mentions of childbirth, pain obviously she's literally giving birth, maybe ooc Tommy? idk. Reader is a little mean to her doctors but she's in pain cut her some slack. MDNI because I said so. Foul language.
Word Count | .06k
~This is loosely based off of the scene in Queen Charlotte when they won't let George into the room to see Charlotte. If you know what I'm talking about I love you~
All dialogue in italics is spoken in Romani.
"Mrs Shelby forgive me but husbands aren't usually in the room during the birth" The doctor spoke hesitantly as his eyes flicked nervously around the room.
Everyone seemed to speak hesitantly around her. I guess that was what you get when you become a Shelby. Everyone around you is constantly terrified to tell you no or disagree. It was like being royalty in a sort of fucked up way.
Polly Gray cut the doctor a look as she walked over to you and put a reassuring hand on your forehead.
"Polly please" you cried in pain "I need him here." Nothing from the old wive tales could compare to the pain you were feeling. You had been pushing for hours now with Polly at your side but nothing was working. Your daughter simply just would not budge. Polly had made the comment early on about her already showing traits from her father.
"I don't care what usually happens. If Tommy Shelby is not in this room in the next five minutes, I will personally end you." You spoke with a hiss pointing at the doctor.
You weren't usually this aggressive, but given the fact you were in pain and used to getting what you wanted all the time, the circumstances were different.
Polly sighed as she looked down at you and began to head out of the room.
"What's wrong, is she okay?" Tommy spoke immediately as Polly exited the doors of your room.
"She's requesting you Thomas" Polly spoke in Romani so as to not alert the other doctors of your request.
"She wants me in the room with her?" He spoke hesitantly as he looked towards the door.
Polly nodded and Tommy immediately started towards the door.
"I'm sorry Mr. Shelby but I cannot allow you to be in the room." The doctor outside of your door spoke as his eyes flicked down to the floor to avoid Tommy's sharp gaze.
"Tell me, doctor, do you like your job?" Tommy spoke with a raised brow as he waited for his response.
When he didn't reply Tommy bent down to reach his gaze "Hmm? I asked you a question doctor, do you like your job?"
"Yes. Yes I like my job" He murmured still avoiding the sharp blue eyes that were currently staring daggers at the man.
"Well if you intend on staying alive long enough to keep it, I suggest you move out of my way." Tommy stood up straight and tilted his head towards the door.
The doctor nodded and stepped aside, letting Tommy enter the room. "If I hear one more word from anyone about my presence in this room, I will have a peaky blinder on each and every one of your doorsteps first thing tomorrow morning" Tommy spoke before anyone could protest.
"Tommy" you gasped as you finally laid eyes on your husband. "I've been asking for you"
"I know, I know. But I'm here now eh? I'm here now." Tommy bent down to give your forehead a kiss as you winced.
"I cant do this Tommy" you cried "I want it to be over"
Tommy's heart broke at the sight of you. His wife. He wished he could just take all of your pain away and keep it for himself.
Tommy bent down to kneel at the side of your bed as he cradled your face in his hands.
"Look at me. Hey, Look at me, love." He spoke softly as you turned your head to gaze at him with teary eyes.
"You can do this. I know you can. You are the most headstrong women I know, and ill be damned if you give up now." You giggled at his lighthearted teasing and nodded.
"And you don't really have a choice love. This baby has got to come out in one way or another." He smirked at you as you rolled your eyes at your husband.
"Okay Mrs. Shelby its time to push" Your doctor spoke as Tommy placed a kiss on the hand he had ahold of and nodded at you.
"Let's meet our daughter Mrs. Shelby."
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Siblings (Part One)
Pairing: Thomas Shelby x Half!Sister
Warning: Incest
It was around 10'clock at night when you heard a quiet knock on the door.Ā You couldn't help but feel a little surprisedāand a bit nervous. You had never had a visitor this late before as usually your siblings were out, getting themselves into trouble, and your Aunt Polly, who had taken it upon herself to look after everyone, was in bed.
Your sister Ada, with whom you shared a room, had sneaked out earlier to see her boyfriend Freddy, so it was just you that night, alone in your small room, lying on your single bed, wearing a nightgown and reading a book.Ā
"Who is it?" you called out, your heart skipping a beat.
"It's Thomas," came the reply. His voice was quiet and calm.Ā
You hesitated for a moment, wondering if you should let him in that late at night. He had just come back from the war a few weeks ago and his demure had changed towards you. It was almost like he had become obsessed with you, wanting to keep you company more often than you were used to.Ā
Thomas was gone for five years and came back more handsome than ever.Ā He had a rugged jawline, and deep-set blue eyes. He wasn't tall, but well-built with a perfect gentleman's body.
The war had hardened him, made him stronger, but also wiser. He had seen the worst of humanity, and you could tell that it had affected him deeply. It was understandable; he had been through hell and back.
"May I come in?" Thomas eventually asked, his voice still composed.
Without saying a word, you stood up and covered yourself with a robe , before opening the door slowly.
The light from the hallway spilled into the room, illuminating Thomas's figure. He looked a bit tired, but his eyes were still bright and clear.
"Of course," you said finally, as you walked back to your bed and folded your book closed.Ā
"I have heard that there was trouble today, at the docks," ThomasĀ said as he sat down on the edge of your bed. He looked tired, but fatigue failed to sap the confidence and dominance from his demeanor.
You sighed and nodded. "Ada told me not to go there, but curiosity got the better of me Tommy," you admitted whereas, the truth was, that just recently you began to involve yourself with Isiah, another Peaky Blinder and your new-found love had gotten you into trouble.Ā
"Curiosity, eh?" Thomas chuckled, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Isiah wouldn't have anything to do with this curiosity now, would he?" he then asked, his eyes locked on yours.
You looked away, feeling a blush creeping up your cheeks. "He never meant for me to get involved, Tommy. It just kind of happened," you replied quietly, seeing how Isiah took risks and those risks involved you.Ā
"Listen Y/N, you are a fucking Shelby," Thomas said, his voice stern but not unkind. "And you need to be careful about who you associate with."
"But Isiah is your friend, is he not?" you asked, slightly confused with Thomas's sudden change of tone.
"Isiah works for me Love. That doesn't make him a friend," Tommy replied curtly, his gaze still fixed on you. "Despite, even if he was my friend, I wouldn't allow him to be involved with my fucking sister,"Ā Tommy added, the veneer of calmness cracking a bit.
You sat on the edge of the bed, feeling a knot forming in your stomach. The way things were going, it seemed as though you had made a mistake. With the tension in the room growing thicker by the second, you felt compelled to speak.
"Honestly, I don't even know why I got myself mixed up with him, Tommy," you admitted, shame coloring your voice. "I suppose I was bored," you added as an afterthought.
Thomas looked at you, his eyes narrowing as he surveyed your face. "You're better than that, Love," he finally said, his voice steady and firm. "And if boredom is what bothers you, then I am sure we can make arrangements for you to work at the betting house," he then told you a lot more gently than before, placing some stray hair behind your ear.Ā
"Aunt Pol won't allow it," youĀ said quietly, not because you didn't want to work there, but because you believed that your aunt would not approve of such an idea.
"It is not up to Pol," Thomas said shortly, his fingertipsĀ tracing the curve of your cheek gently. "But out of curtesy, I will discuss it with her, alright?" he added after a short pause.
Before you could respond, Thomas's hand dropped from your face, and he stood up, his presence in the small room suddenly overwhelming.
"But Y/N, if you are going to continue seeing Isiah...," he began to say and you quickly interrupted him.Ā
"Not after today," you replied firmly. "Not after what happened at the docks. I promise," you added, reassuring your brother.
Thomas looked at you, relief visible in his eyes. "Good. I'll hold you to that Y/N," he said before leaning down to give you a peck on your forehead.
You blushed slightly, shocked by this sudden display of affection from your half-brother. But before you could react, Thomas walked out of your room, leaving you alone with your thoughts and, when you settled back on to your bed, you couldn't help but wonder what just happened. Thomas and you have always had a close relationship since him and Arthur had assumed responsibility for you after your father got arrested by the police, but you have never witnessed such a display of emotion from him before.
As you lay there in the dark, the silence was broken by the moonlight filtering through the blinds. The light cast a soothing glow on the room and made the floral quilt on the twin bed look more inviting. Your mind was abuzz with thoughts, each one trying to get a different message across. You tried to silence them and focus on the recent events.
This whole situation with Thomas, your curiosity, the sudden shift in your relationship - you knew that it was not something to take lightly. It felt different, and you could not ignore the strange tension that lingered between the two of you.
You sighed deeply and turned to face the window. It was then that you noticed the stars twinkling in the night sky ever so slightly. They were there, silent and unassuming, much like Thomas. You couldn't help but wonder what was going on in his mind.
Thomas had always been a mystery to you, even before he left for France, but now it felt like there was a whole other person behind the blue eyes that you had grown up with.
Days had passed and you indeed started working at the gambling den , which was located in the heart of Small Heath. It was a bustling place, and it was chaotic during peak hours, but you found joy in the chaos. Surprisingly, Aunt Polly did not seem to mind much; she knew that this was one of the ways to keep you out of trouble.
While you were working there, your brother Thomas kept a close eye on you and as different men attempted to flirt with you, they quickly learned that you were untouchable, a notion further solidified by Thomasās warning glares.
On two occasions, he even threatened gamblers with a gun after you were propositioned for a date, and it was clear to you that he wasnāt playing around. Thomas Shelby never made idle threats, after all.
"You do realise that most of these men are harmless, Tommy,"Ā you said to Thomas one evening, after you had closed the betting shop for the night. The sky was a deep indigo and the stars were shining brightly.
Thomas looked at you, his eyes sharp and piercing. "That may be true, but you are my sister and they need to show you some fucking respect,"Ā he retorted, his voice steadier than before.
"But Tommy," you began, still unsure of what to make of this sudden outburst. "I am capable of handling my own affairs. I can fend them off," you assured your brother who appeared somewhat overprotective of you.
"I am sure you are," Thomas agreed, a hint of amusement in his voice. "But what kind of employer would I be if I did not at least protect my employees from unwanted advances, eh?" he asked, one corner of his mouth twitching upwards in a half-smile.
"A pretty shite one I suppose," you admitted, returning his half-smile with a lopsided grin as he locked the door.
"Exactly," he concurred, shaking his head as you stepped onto the sidewalk, right by your brother's side. "Now let me walk you home. It's late," Thomas said as he always did when you worked in his betting house until after dawn.Ā
As Thomas and you walked side by side, the silence between you was comfortable, but there was still something that kept niggling the back of your mind. You couldn't quite put your finger on it, but it seemed like Thomas was hiding something from you.
Nonetheless, as you walked to the house you shared with Polly, Tommy and the others, you couldn't help but steal glances at him, trying to gauge what it was that was causing this strange behavior lately.
It was like he took a liking in you that almost felt, more than brotherly, but you decided not to focus on the matter and instead enjoyed the warmth of his company while it lasted.
Days passed, and your routine at the gambling den turned into sort of a normality, despite the occasional tensions between patrons and your brother that threatened to boil over.
On evening, at your house when you and Tommy were on your own, you ought to address it, his overprotectiveness andĀ the strange tension that kept building between you.
But, Tommy simply brushed it off and told you that he was simply concerned for your safety.
"But I am safe here Tommy, with you and the others," you reminded him, your tone gentle yet firm. "And at the gambling house, even if some of the customers are inappropriate, it is a safe place because no one would dare to fuck with you, Arthur or John andĀ I think you know that," you said, unable to mask the frustration that crept into your voice.
Tommy looked down at you, his gaze intense but soft. He took a deep breath before speaking, as if choosing his words carefully.
"Y/N, I know that you can look after yourself but, what I have learned over the years, is that no one is safe. Not here, not anywhere," Thomas said, his voice still firm but softer than before.
You stared into Thomas's eyes, feeling a strange mix of emotions coursing through your veins. Awe, admiration, and... something more. Something you couldn't quite put your finger on yet.
"The war changed you, you know?"Ā you said the words before you could stop yourself.Ā
Thomas sighed and looked at you, his expression filled with a mix of sadness and guilt. "Yes, I know," he admitted quietly. "I can't help it, Y/N. I've seen and done things that most people couldn't even imagine."Ā
You nodded, understanding dawning on you.
"No, you are right Tommy. I can't imagine," you said softly, caressing the scar on his cheek, causing Tommy to leanĀ in closer, his eyes locked on yours.Ā
You felt your heart race as you looked into Thomas's eyes. There was something about him that made you feel safe, yet also intensely aware of your feelings for him. You had never felt this way about anyone before.
"But you know what's amusing though?" you murmured, breaking the silence that had enveloped the room as Thomas leaned over some more, his fingers lightly traced your jawline, you couldn't help but play along. "You are so overprotective towards me when it comes to potential suitors and there is almost no reason for you to be that way, because I never even kissed a boy before, so it just seems so absurd to me," you continued, allowing yourself to drop your guard, just a little.
"I find that hard to believe, Y/N," Thomas murmured, the pad of his thumb brushing the corner of your lips before slowly moving to trace the length of your jawbone.
Your breath hitched in your chest, hearing his low voice uttering your real name; you always felt an odd sense of familiarity from him, especially when he chose to use your given name, just for a brief moment. It almost felt like the two of you were not step-siblings.Ā
"No, it's true. I never kissed a boy before, Tommy," you confessed, the words slipping out before you could stop them. You didn't know what had come over you, but suddenly, you couldn't help but feel drawn to your half-brother. "What is it like?" you
asked, your lips barely moving as Thomas continued to trace a path along your jawline.
"What's what like?" Thomas asked, his voice low and husky, as he leaned in even closer to you.
"Kissing," you clarified, a slight blush creeping up your cheeks as you admitted this.
Thomas seemed taken aback by the question, his gaze lingering briefly on your lips before meeting your eyes again.
"I guess it depends on who you are kissing," he finally said, his voice barely above a whisper.
"Sometimes, it's just a kiss and it feels like nothing because it means nothing. But other times, it's more than that. It can be a way to express your feelings for someone. To show them how much you care about them," Thomas explained, his gaze still locked on yours.
"Do you think you could show me?" you whispered, surprising yourself with your own boldness.
Thomas's eyes narrowed as he looked at you, taking in your flushed cheeks and the way your breathing had quickened.
"Seeing that you are my sister, that would be inappropriate, don't you think?"Ā Thomas said, a subtle hint of amusement in his voice.Ā
"It's just a kiss, Tommy," you replied, a nervous laugh escaping your lips. "And no one needs to know," you continued, your heart pounding in your chest as you confessed this vulnerable part of yourself to your brother.
Thomas looked at you, his eyes searching yours as he processed your words. You could see the wheels turning in his head, and for a moment, you wondered if he was going to tell you no . But then something shifted in his gaze, a heat that made your heart race.
"Alright. Fuck it," Thomas muttered, his hand reaching up to cup your cheek as he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours.
You gasped slightly, surprised by how sudden the kiss was and how soft and gentle his lips were.
YourĀ hands reached up to grip his arms, feeling the firm muscles beneath your fingertips as you leaned into the kiss. Thomas's other hand reached up to tangle in your hair, pulling you closer as he deepened the kiss.
Not knowing what to do, you followed his lead and when he parted his lips, you did the same before tentatively touching your tongue to his, experimenting with the new sensation.Ā
Your brother's lips were warm and as the kiss deepened, you felt a fire ignite within you, spreading from your core to every inch of your body. Your heart was racing as Thomas's hand dropped down from your hair, tracing a path around your neck as he deepened the kiss once more before, suddenly,Ā he pulled away.
You stared at Thomas, your lips still tingling from the kiss. You could see a storm of emotions raging within his eyes, but you couldn't quite decipher what he was feeling. Was it guilt? Shock? Excitement? Pleasure?
"I am sorry Love, but I have business to attend to," he told you with a horseĀ voice, his breathing heavy and uneven from the kiss.
You nodded, trying to catch your breath as well. You could feel a blush spreading across your cheeks as you moved away from him, giving him some much-needed space. Thomas looked at you, his eyes heated with desire, before turning away and leaving the room without another word.
Even after he had left. a jolt of pleasurable heat still lingered on your lips where Thomasās mouth had just been, you couldnāt believe what had just happened. Your stepbrother, fucking Thomas, he had just kissed you and you didnāt know if you should feel guilty about it or if you should be elated.
āYouāre an idiot,ā you muttered to yourself as you ran your fingers through your hair, still feeling dazed. Your mind was racing, replaying the image of Thomas kissing you, over and over again.
Your lips were still tingling from the contact, but the room felt cold and empty once he left, leaving you alone with your tumultuous thoughts.
You couldn't believe what had just happened. Thomas had kissed you. He fucking kissed you and you were the one that had asked him to do it.Ā
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āāāæ Peaky ā¢ *- Giving Them Head -* ā Blinders āæāā
ā¾ (Peaky Blinders) multiple characters x reader
ā¾ Summary: Peaky blinders characters reaction to you giving them head.
ā¾ Warnings: nsfw, oral (male and female receiving) rough (head shoving, hip thrusting) use of pet names, semi public, exhibition? Degrading words.
Aberama Gold:
ā¾ Aberama felt the need to be sweet and gentle with your pretty young mouth.
ā¾ Heād guide you along with soft words of encouragement, letting you know what you should do.
ā¾ āThere you go, my loveā¦ā or āyour doing so good fāme.ā
ā¾ Heād be relaxed against the chair or bed he was sitting on, arms out behind him as he watched you through hooded eyes.
ā¾ His eyes would never stray away from you face.
ā¾ Aberama loved the way you looked giving him head, he liked watching as your eyes either watered after so long, or fluttered closed in order to not distract yourself.
ā¾ Besides from speaking, I canāt imagine him being very vocal, other than letting out quiet grunts that would edge you along.
ā¾ You would make it your mission to try and get a moan or at least a groan from him, but it was proven to be very difficult.
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It wasnt often that you and Aberama got to have privacy, but when you did you made sure to enjoy the time and make it worth while.
As soon as you both got time alone, you immediately dropped to your knees after pushing him down into the chair in your shared caravan and before you knew it, your lips were wrapped around his length.
He watched lovingly as your head bobbed up and down on his cock, enjoying the way you took your time in order to draw out his orgasm.
Aberama would let his eyes shut briefly before opening them again once he realized so he could focus on on your face. He watched as your eyes squinted the more you took him into your mouth. āSāalright, love. Donāt have to go all the way.ā He would breath out, brushing away a strand of hair that fell before your eyes, covering your expression from his watchful gaze.
āFeels so good.ā Heād rest his hand on your cheek, caressing lightly as you continued.
Once heād cum, heād help you up to your feet, letting you sit down in the chair. āTake care of me so well, donāt ya?ā
Ada Shelby:
ā¾ At first she would be shy, biting her lip to contain her moans, nervous to have her legs spread for you, covering her face whenever sheād be embarrassed.
ā¾ After the first couple of times of giving her head, she would begin to open up to you literallyā¦
ā¾ Ada would be more open to trying things with you until she learns how much she enjoys your head in her thighs with her hands in your hair.
ā¾ She constantly would be tugging and pulling at your hair to guide you in the position she wants you in.
ā¾ There is no such thing as teasing Ada Shelby.
ā¾ Her sweet moans would fill the room, encouraging you to do more with your mouth and tongue.
ā¾ Youād swirl your tongue around her little bud which would send a string of moans to exit her lips while she would grind against your mouth.
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āY/n!ā Your tongue flicked her clit repetitively before returning to her hole. Slurping sounds could be heard from down below as you sucked on her pussy, encouraging her orgasm the more you continued.
Your hands found her stomach as she arched off the bed, holding her down. Once you were certain she wouldnāt lift her hips again, your hand would trail up her stomach to her chest, squeezing gently at her tits before pinching her nipples, causing higher pitched moans to fall out of her mouth.
You couldnāt help but giggle at her reactions making her tug roughly at your hair, this time earning a moan in response from you at the feeling of roughness from the girl beneath you.
āIāmā¦ā she trailed off, eyes rolling back as she breathed heavily, āIām close, love.ā She would moan.
This time, you allowed for her to grind herself against your mouth, letting Ada use you to get herself off.
Her hips would stutter as an orgasm washed over you until she rode out her high and was breathless against the bed.
Arthur Shelby:
ā¾ Arthur was notorious for being very rough in bed, and youād expect nothing less when it came to giving him head.
ā¾ Depending on how experienced you were, heād be nice at first (not shoving your head, not thrusting his hips)
ā¾ But once he was certain that you were used to sucking his cock, was when Arthur Shelby would truly come out.
ā¾ Arthur would be relentless with the way heād fuck himself with your mouth, practically using you as a warm hole to satisfy his needs.
ā¾ Obsessed with making you gag.
ā¾ Heād even enjoy the feeling of your teeth lightly grazing his length.
ā¾ Not afraid to make noises, especially when it came to grunting. He had nothing to be ashamed of, after all it wasnāt him that was being fucked.
ā¾ If he wasnāt using his hips (if he was sitting down) heād guide you by your head, holding you down and making you take everything.
ā¾ If you werenāt swallowing his cum afterwards, than you were doing something wrong.
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You were struggling to breathe through your nose as you were held all the way down until he was balls deep in your mouth.
Sounds of gagging could be heard as you were forced to choke around his cock. āKeep going love, fuck me.ā
Once he finally loosened his hold, you would pull yourself of his dick, breathing heavily as you used your hand to get him off while you recovered.
Heād smile down at you, loving the tears that trickled down your cheeks. āAlmost there, sweetheart.ā Arthur would groan.
You would sit on your knees, mouth wide opened as Arthur finished himself off, waiting expectantly.
And as his cum hits your tongue, you would immediately swallow it whole, knowing that if you didnāt then it would be a long day for everyone.
Bonnie Gold:
ā¾ Bonnie is a mixture, he gives me very soft dom vibes. Like he could be rough, but in a gentle way.
ā¾ Heās not shy about what he wants and after your comfortable in the relationship than he wonāt be afraid to ask certain things from you, so long as their within your boundaries.
ā¾ While Bonnie is (in my head) a giver more than a receiver, he does thoroughly enjoy the times you give him head.
ā¾ He doesnāt expect you to take all of him, nor does he push your head down, but he will rest a hand in your hair, simply just holding it there for comfort.
ā¾ He is a man that loves to have his balls fondled with, so if you give him head while you softly massage his balls then he might just burst within mere seconds of you touching him.
ā¾ Ensures that your having a good time as well, 69ā¦.
ā¾ Doesnāt expect you to swallow his cumā¦ unless of course you want to.
ā¾ Bonnie is definitely a vocal guy, not afraid to praise you and not afraid to be loud depending on who could potentially be around.
ā¾ If his familyās around then he will try to be quiet for your sake, but if itās other Peaky Blinders than he tends to be louder, for his sake in order to let everyone know what theyāre missing out on.
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You couldnāt help yourself after watching Bonnie once again win another boxing fight with ease, he was just too hot for you to handle.
As soon as he entered the changing rooms you had practically jumped in, smothering him in kisses before helping him clean up any wounds or blood before getting straight to business.
This time he didnāt bother trying to stop you like he normally would, as a matter of fact, he watched with excitement as you dropped to your knees and pulled out his length, immediately placing it in your mouth.
You hummed around his cock as he called out your name, feeling a sense of pride wash over from his reaction.
āYouāre perfectā¦ā he slurred, eyes fluttering shut from the overwhelming pleasure.
He had his hands fisted by his sides before eventually they crept up to your head as he held your hair back and out of the way for you. āLove you.ā He groaned, stuttering in the slightest as your hands met his balls.
His hips jerked unintentionally and a string of āsorrysā could be heard from the moaning man. āIām gonna cum, love.ā
He wasnāt able to protest to you allowing for him to cum in your mouth as he was hit with his orgasm, body tensing at the feeling rushing through him.
Finn Shelby:
ā¾ My shy boy.
ā¾ Heād like to pretend he knows exactly whatās going to happen and that heās tough like his brothers to not be seen as weak (for example moaning etc)
ā¾ But the second your tongue touches his tip, Finn is a wreck.
ā¾ Definitely cums in mere seconds the first time, but heād learn eventually.
ā¾ Doesnāt like being rough with you, despite his brothers encouraging him to be as rough as possible, he likes knowing your having a good time as well.
ā¾ Will always give you head in return.
ā¾ A bit ashamed of being very vocal, tries to keep it to minimal groans, not often moans and a lot of suppressed grunts.
ā¾ Doesnāt say much other than your name and āfuckā when he groans.
ā¾ Likes to cum on your face rather than directly in your mouth.
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Finn was on his last straws as he attempted to draw his orgasm out, he didnāt want to cum to quick like the last time.
His bottom lip was between his teeth, his back was pressed against the bed as he avoided watching you go to work on his cock, knowing he would burst as soon as he opened his eyes to look at you.
He hissed as he felt your nails dig into his thighs as you pushed yourself further down his length, the sounds of you choking around him being his final straw.
Finn sat up with haste, shoving your head off of him right as his cum started to trickle out.
He jerked himself off over your face, eyes locked on the way you opened up wide for him, tongue waiting patiently for his seed.
āFuckā¦ā he groaned, squeezing out the last drop.
He breathed heavily as he laid back down on the bed, chest rising up and down. āYour turn now.ā He smirked, watching as you laid beside him.
And just like that, he was up and ready to go again.
Isaiah Jesus:
ā¾ An absolute whore of a man, but I love him so itās okay.
ā¾ Has high expectations for what he wants and what you should do for him.
ā¾ A man of teasing.
ā¾ Will happily deny himself of pleasure if it mean my teasing you with his cock.
ā¾ Likes to embarrass you and will make you beg to suck him off. āWhat do yaā say, sweetheart?ā Or ābeg for it.ā
ā¾ Not a head pusher but a hip thruster on occasion, but most the time he likes to just leave you to do all the work.
ā¾ Isaiah definitely brags about your skills to his mates, wants everyone to know what theyāre missing out on.
ā¾ Tells other women that offer themselves to him that they canāt suck his cock as well as his partner can.
ā¾ Teases you about it in front of his friends and is definitely into having you suck him off in a relatively public area.
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āPlease, Isaiah,ā you begged, lips pouting as you stared at his cock that he held in the grasp of his hand, shaking it and teasing it in front of your face. āIāll be good,ā you told him, reaching a hand up only for him to smack it away.
āCanāt hear yaā, love. Try again,ā he smirked, watching you with amusement in his eyes as your pleading.
The whine that escaped your lips had him tapping the tip of his cock on your lips, tongue darting out to taste the tiny bit of precum that stayed on your bottom lips.
āPlease, Isaiah,ā you tried again, āI want your cockā¦ā you trailed, mouth watering at the sight of his veiny dick being teased in front of your eyes.
āAlright, open up,ā your mouth opened immediately, eyes closing as you awaited the warm pressure to hit your tongue, to which you immediately moaned at the feeling. āThere yaā goā¦ā he hissed as your mouth closed around his dick.
Isaiah groaned as he felt the vibrations through his cock from you moaning around him, enjoying the feeling and taste on your tongue. āSuch a little whore for my cock, arenāt yaā?ā
John Shelby:
ā¾ Like Isaiah, he is very cocky and likes to hear you beg for his dick, gives him a little power trip every time.
ā¾ Wont move at all, likes to make you do all the work so he can watch you desperately trying to get him off.
ā¾ Sits back, hands behind his head and relaxes while you do all the work for him.
ā¾ Expects you to suck him off whenever heās horny, especially if youāre out in public.
ā¾ Will pull you to a private area and expect you to get on your knees for him.
ā¾ āCome on, on your knees.ā
ā¾ Will watch you with a smug smirk on his face.
ā¾ Expects you to look at him when you suck him off.
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Your knees pressed harshly on the stone cold floor of the Garrison bathroom, your hands were placed on Johnās thighs as you took him down your throat, head bobbing back and forth.
āLook so pretty fāme. Cock shoved down your throat.ā John cooed, smirking down at you as he teased you. āYou can take a little more, canāt yaā?ā
You nodded your head to the best of your ability, humming around his length as you pushed him further in. āThere you go.ā
You knew he wouldnāt move, he much preferred letting you do all the work while he laid back and relaxed, but you still couldnāt help placing your hands on his thighs in a way of holding him back.
You kept moving your head, taking his dick in your mouth, feeling the warmth of him weighing down on his tongue. He was getting closer, you knew he was based off the way he grew restless.
You paused as his release came, and it was then that he held your head down, keeping you as close as possible as he shot his load down your throat.
Michael Gray:
ā¾ doesnāt often want a bj, most of the time he just wants to fuck and prefers to do so, nothing to do with your skills, just a personal preference of his.
ā¾ But when he does, depending on what kind of work day it is, he makes sure your entirely comfortable, wonāt push your head down, wonāt move his hips.
ā¾ But if itās one of those stressful days where it seems everythingās against him, best believe he will take out his stress on you.
ā¾ If you tease him or do something to annoy him, best believe he will give you attitude back, and if you ask him then he will call you names.
ā¾ Is a people pleaser so he will do whatever you want him to do, even if it requires being a bit mean to you.
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It started off slow and passionate, you had been taking his length in your mouth, enjoying yourself as you sucked him off, but you couldnāt help but begin to feel a bit bored, as Michael had seemed distracted.
You did what you had to do, gave him a bit of lip before Michael was returning back the same attitude, using his ābossā tone on you.
āGo on then, you want me to cum? Then fucking make me cum.ā He growled, tapping the tip of his dick against your bottom lip as you whined. āSāall your good for.ā He didnāt mean it, you know he didnāt, but boy did it turn you on.
You placed him back into your mouth, this time feeling a lot more enthusiastic, moving at a quicker pace. āMuch better, eh? Donāt have to listen to you speak now.ā
Thomas Shelby:
ā¾ not nice at all, never nice.
ā¾ Will force his cock down your throat, and wonāt feel bad about it.
ā¾ Like Arthur, he is obsessed with hearing you gag around his size, doesnāt think itās good unless he hears you.
ā¾ Would sit at his desk doing work while you suck him off, or if heās having a meeting with someone over the phone.
ā¾ The only time he wonāt forced your head down is if youāre sucking him off under the table with one of his business partners sat opposite him.
ā¾ Likes to watch you squirm so he will speak of you in front of his family or just other people in general with absolutely no shame.
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You moved slowly, bobbing your head at a rate where you wouldnāt be choking around his size. Tommy was having a meeting with some man about business, but even that couldnāt stop him from denying his needs.
He ordered you to his office and demanded you sat under his desk while he conducted business with the stranger.
You lifted your head up, prepared to give yourself a breather while you stroked him up, but all of a sudden, Tommy had shoved your head down, clearing his throat and making some noise in order to cover the sound of you gagging. āYou can have 5% and Iāll give you a bottle of my whiskey.ā
You could hardly hear the response of the man over the sound of your own gargling, but you knew he wouldnāt be happy with deal. Tommy let your head move, but ensured that your lips stayed wrapped around his cock. You paused your movement, using this time to breath through your nose whilst your hand fondled with his balls.
Suddenly you were let up for air, breathing heavily, when Tommy slid out from his desk. āCome on, out you get.ā He moved out of your way. āWhen I come back, I want you bent over this desk.ā
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while you're interviewing
synopsis: giving cillian a head while he's having an online interview.
pairing: cillian murphy x reader / cillian murphy x wife!reader
warnings: SMUT +18, oral sex (m! receiving), blowjob, domcillian, implied sex, reader is horny as fuck
notes - rushed, a bit short <1500 w.c, divider and gif is mine
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It's turned out that your husband has a more complicated schedule than you had imagined, partly because of his notable work as a celebrity. You're very proud of him, especially in light of his most recent successāgetting the lead in the movie that everyone is calling the best of the year. Along with receiving positive recognition, which his success has attracted a lot of media attention, that has resulted in a ton of interviews and promotions.
Consequently, your partner's days and nights are occupied with continuous responsibilities. Where you both currently reside, in Dublin, it is currently two in the morning. Even though it's late, Cillian remains involved in his work. His face is softly lit by the laptop screen as he sits in his home office, which is a calm yet busy space. Due to the changes of several time zones, he is preparing for an interview that is taking place at this unusual hour, yet he remains focused throughout.
These late-night interviews are a natural component of his schedule due to the nature of his work. The joy you get from his accomplishments and the commitment to his trade make up for the challenge of adjusting to this fast-paced workplace. His dedication is clear in the conversation as he carefully goes over his notes and collects his thoughts, which is a praise to the ability and hard work he has put into this incredible project.Ā
Although you were always proud of your lover, there was also a hint of melancholy. You two haven't really bonded with each other in a while. sharing a bed, going on a date, or simply staying home.
Cillian's head lifted up when he heard a soft knock. "Baby, why are you still awake?" he asked.
"Can't sleep."
He gave you a little smile and then tapped his thigh to invite you to sit on it. You approached your partner and took a seat on his right thigh. As he did the same to your hips, you put your arms around his neck to support him.
"Is there something on your mind?" Cillian asked, giving you a soft kiss before laying his eyes back at yours.
Sighing, you looked at the screen in front of you. He was already in the logging-in part of the Zoom call, showing how his interview will start in awhile.
"Nothing..Ā just tired," you lied.
"Hm? What's actually bothering you right now?"
You didn't answer his question, instead you let your lips crash to his, allowing yourself to taste him. Cillian let out a small oh and smirked, knowing what you meant. He kissed you back, deepening it. You moved your position, now sitting on his lap facing him. Your husband gripped your hips and caressed your bare back when he lifted your shirt a bit.
"Need you, Cillian," you moaned in between kisses as the making out session got more heated. Your arms wrapping his neck, grinding your hips to his clothed bulge. Your breath getting ragged.
You felt a familiar spark flare up inside of you after the kiss, awakening the need you'd been craving. His touch, calming and soft, surrounded you with a warmth that only he can give. You got the comfort you were looking for in his hug, and Cillian's hand was a gentle reminder of your strong relationship.
Suddenly, Cillian pulled the kiss out. A short sigh escaped his lips. "Not now, honey. I still have an interview."
"Can't it wait?" you pleaded making him chuckle.
Before turning off the camera and microphone and getting ready for the Zoom conference, his fingers danced across the keyboard as he entered his log-in information. Your lips met Cillian's soft lips in a brief but sweet kiss that held a hint of melancholy. With a trace of remorse, he said, "I'm sorry, honey, it really can't."Ā
The both of you heard a voice, assuming it was the interviewer, coming out from his Apple laptop. "Okay, Cillian," the interview called his name, "we'll start the interview now."
He looked at you apologetically. His eyes pleaded and his lips curved into a small sad smile. You lifted yourself off of his lap and walked behind his desk so that the interviewer won't see you once Cillian turns on his camera.
Cillian then clicked the camera button, turning it on and his microphone as well. He expected you to leave his office and not you crawling below his desk.
He looked at you below, giving you a gaze ofĀ what the hell are you doing?Ā but you didn't stop, instead you chuckled.
"So, Cillian! How are you doing?" the interviewer's voice echoed all over the silent walls of his home office.
"Yeah, everything is great. It's actually three in the morning here."
"Oh! I think your family is asleep now, especially your wife, yeah?"
"My wife definitely is." he laughed a little, looking down at his pants as you slowly unzip them.
"So, tell us about Oppenheimer!"
The tension between you increased as your fingers neatly removed his zipper, and the hope in the air practically sparked. His Calvin Klein briefs' fabric pulled against the hardness below, revealing his erect, pulsating length. You gently touched him, feeling the heat escape through the thin material, and then you shot him a playful glance that caused his breath to hitch.
You slid his boxers down slowly, almost like a tortue to him, revealing his entire erect cock. Your mouth started to moisten at the sight, and you found yourself wanting to lean in closer, your breath hot against his skin. He let out a deep, low moan that echoed across the still room as your thumb slowly moved around the swollen tip. There, a bead of pre-cum accrued that provided resisting impossible.
Cillian grabbed a fist full of your hair, letting you take his whole length; his tip hitting at the back of your throat. He let out a groan but tried to cover it with a cough, not letting the interviewer know what was actually happening.
Cillian took hold of your hair with his fist, allowing you to take his entire length, his tip brushing the back of your throat. He groaned, trying to hide it under a cough to keep the interviewer from realizing what was going on. Every time he gave you a thrust, his breath was labored. He tried not to look suspicious at all, but for a few seconds his eyes were forcibly shut.
"Mmpā!" you moaned at his cock, taking him again and again and again. His grip was getting harsher and harsher but it doesn't hurt you. Your left hand gripped his right thigh, allowing yourself to balance while your other hand massaged his ballsāwhich he absolutely loves.
His silent airy moans are starting to hear not so silent anymore. His other arm gripped his swivel chair tightly.
"Cillian, are you okay?" the interviewer asked.
"A-actually, I think I'm not feeling that well, Jimmy," he lied, looking at his webcam. "Can we perhapsāJesusā reschedule this meeting?"
You bobbed even faster, letting his cock hit your throat, your cheek, everything inside your mouth.
"Yeah, sure. No problemo! We'll just send you an email later. Get well soon, Cillian!" and that's the last voice that echoed through the laptop before you heard him closing it.
Cillian relaxed his back and continued to gasp and whimper at the way you were feeding him. He was having an incredible amount of pleasure, and he most certainly needed this after all the hectic job he had to accomplish. He smiled and said,
"FuckāĀ you really can't wait don't you?" he was close, because you felt him twitch inside of you. He let out a loud groan as you swallowed him completely once more.
"Oh honey, that's itāyes."
He leaned in closer and said, "Gonna cum inside your mouth, honey. Take it all, okay?"
It took him a couple more thrusts until he came. Inside your mouth, a white, creamy, and salty liquid spurted out of his cock. You licked your lips clean after swallowing it all, got to your feet in front of him, and then sat back down on his lap.
"Looks like I need to reward my wife, hm? Let's go to our room." Cillian said.
"Oh finally!" you sighed in amusement.
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