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[voxmortuus]

Hii Love your stuff today is my birthday and I was wondering if I could request a Billy x reader like birthday fluff

PAIRING: Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader UNIVERSE: Stranger Things WORDS: 346 SUMMARY/PROMPT: See Above. Trigger Warning(s): None just Fluff | PLEASE TELL ME IF I FORGOT ANYTHING!!! I want to make sure readers are fully aware of what they are getting themselves into when they read this… NOTE: Sorry if this isn't what you expected, I'm hoping this finds you well love! Also Happy Birthday! My Master Masterlist | Stranger Things Masterlist Divider Credit to @nyxvuxoa

Today was a special day for you. Today was your birthday! Billy wanted to do something nice. Surprisingly you two have been going steady for a while now, and you two were smitten. It wasn't really like Billy to keep a girl around for too long, but you, you were special.

Upon picking you up from your morning shift at the diner, you open the car door and look down at the poorly wrapped present in the passenger seat. You smile and pick it up, getting in you look over at him.

"What is this?" You ask.

With a soft chuckle, he smiles. "Happy Birthday, Sweetheart. Open it." He gestures to it as he takes off down the road.

Opening the gift it's your favorite cassette tape. You squeal with excitement and pop it into the radio and look over at him. "This is perfect! I'll listen to it all the time! Thank you!" You smile.

"You're welcome. There's one more thing. You'll see when we get there." He smiled. He had this all planned out.

Speeding down the road he takes a turn down a dirt road and looks over at you with a large smile. He was excited about this. He pulls up and parks the car and watches you a moment before looking out on the lake and the picnic that he had all set-out.

"Billy, what is this?" You ask.

"I told you there was one more thing." He hops out and opens your door and escorts you to the blanket and offers you a drink from the cooler and helps you sit before he takes things out.

"Billy, I didn't bring my swimsuit." You bite your lip.

"Don't need one." He smirks. He pulls you close and looks out on the water. "We're here all day. I'm sure things will go just the way it needs to." He smiles and kisses the top of your head as he keeps his arm behind you and keeps you close. This was going to be a good birthday, a sweet birthday. One you'll remember.

[littlefreya]

Hi love!!! It's been a long while! Just wanted to say hello! Hope all is well in your neck of the woods!!

~Vox

Formally known as TellingYouAStory

Heeeeeeey darling 🖤🖤🖤 it’s so good to see you again. :) I hope you are all well. I’m doing good :) melting in the heat but enjoying life in general.

[nyxvuxoa]

It means thank you for this burrito.

The Terminal List (2022) Requested by: @tellingyouastory​

[emma-frxst]

Detective David Loki fic recs

The lovely @sizzlingcloudmentality Asked me for fic recs for our beloved detective. After digging through the tumblr tags I found that the fandom is a lot bigger than I thought! So hi to all of you!! I believe I’ve got all the fic authors listed below who have David Loki fics, but if I haven’t included someone feel free to rb or comment! I will link this post on my masterlist for easy access.

I’ve found archive of our own doesn’t have many Loki fics, I’ve found rest results by searching detective loki (prisoners) x reader.

I’ve written a few things for David, going to add more soon! My masterlist is pinned on my blog and as of March 2023 my requests are open! I’m also on a03 as @ emma_frxst

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Scars

Prompt: Intense & Angry, Bath or Shower Sex from @livesinfantasyland (x) Thank you!

Pairing: Evan Marshall x Female Reader

Word Count: Approx. 2.1k

Warnings: Smut with Angst, arguing, p in v sex, m dom vibes

Authors Note: As always I need to thank my amazing mates and readers @nashibirne  and @amberangel112, your thoughtful and honest comments are always appreciated.

This is my first time ever writing Evan. It was a tough one for me to attempt with Evan because it isn't the prompt I would have picked, but I enjoyed writing a new character and had fun with it. Once again, this is longer than I initially planned and I hope you enjoy it.

Edited by me, there will be errors.

Dividers by me.

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“We need to talk.”

You don’t need to look up from undoing your boots to know who has barged into the women’s locker room and spoken. You’d know Evan’s voice anywhere, you’ve worked with him on and off for a few years now.

“I think you said enough on the ride back here,” you say, trying to stay calm.

“Not nearly enough,” he says, “You still don’t think you did anything wrong.”

You stand up, still not looking at him and start undoing your overshirt. “Would you have given the same instruction to Larry?”

“What’s that got to do with it?”

“Would you have given the same instruction to a man?”

“Oh Jesus Christ, here we go,” Evan says, looking to the ceiling and clenching his fist.

“Or did you only try and stop me from doing my job because you used to fuck me and now you feel guilty?”

“It’s got nothing to do with that!” Evan shouts, punching out at the row of lockers across you.

You take a step back from him, your eyes wide. Evan has always had a slight temper, but for him to physically lash out like that isn’t something you would expect. He notices your reaction and his face softens. You consider letting it go, you’ve made your point and don’t need his apology. It isn’t as if it was ever serious between you two, it had only ever been a casual thing. However, this conversation has been a long time coming and you need to have it out.

“It has everything to do with it,” you tell him, “You changed. Since you disappeared for weeks last Halloween, you’ve changed. I know things wouldn’t be the same after we stopped hooking up, but I didn’t expect you to be so fucking cold.”

“How am—”

Evan cuts himself off with a strangled curse as your hand rests against his chest.

“Don’t touch me there,” he says without seeming to breathe and his face twists with fury.

You withdraw your hand and the two of you stare each other down. Evan opens his mouth to say something but then clenches his jaw closed so hard his teeth clash against each other audibly.

“Fuck it,” he mutters and abruptly turns and walks away.

“Come back! This isn’t done,” you call to him.

“Fuck you,” he says and leaves the room, slamming the door behind him.

You stare after him, trying to smother the rage that boils deep in your guts. You don’t know how long you stand there with your eyes closed and fists clenched, breathing deeply through your nose until your fury simmers.

But it doesn’t. 

If anything, the longer you stand there the angrier you feel. Your mind starts to work over every interaction you’ve had with him since he came back. Every rejected advance, every cold comment and every frosty glance plays over and over like a best of compilation in your mind switching from one to another until you can’t take it anymore. Without being aware of what you’re doing until you're pushing the men’s locker room door open, you follow him, and stomp your way to the showers.

The sight that greets you makes you gasp. Evan stands under the shower naked, gloriously so. His chiselled face is so handsome that you sometimes forget he has the body to match; tall, athletically toned with the bare minimum of fat overlaying his sinewy muscles. He’s thinner than the last time you saw him, and that isn’t the only thing that has changed.

Beneath the rivulets of steaming water that run down his chest and amongst the hair that grows across his pecs is a scar. It is new, it hadn’t been there before. You’ve seen enough stabbing and knife attack victims to know the scar isn’t from a fight. It looks purposeful, like it was done by design; the lines too straight and too much like a symbol to have been done by accident.

You raise your eyes to Evan's and the unasked question is written all over your face.

“I can’t tell you,” he says, simply, “don’t ask me to.”

You step over the tile lip and into the shower space. Warm water seeps into your socks, but you barely notice. All you can see is the frigid intensity of his once warm eyes. 

“Just tell me you’re okay,” you say, advancing slowly, drawn so powerfully towards him you can’t stop yourself until you’re under the spray with him, completely indifferent the way your undershirt quickly dampens and sticks to your body.

Evan’s brows draw together and he blinks rapidly but doesn’t answer.

“What can I do?” you ask in a whisper.

He flinches like your words are a slap. Then his face hardens and a grim determination settles in his beautiful but bleak blue eyes.

“You don’t want any part of this,” he says. “Or any part of me.”

“Is that why you’re acting like this?” you ask. Gingerly, you lift your hand to his chest and trace the edge of his scar, careful not to touch it. “You think I wouldn’t want you?”

Without warning his hands are on your cheeks and his mouth is over yours, the edges of your lips are grazed by his short whiskers and you feel a tingle work its way across your skin. You recover quickly from the shock, encircling his neck with your arms and running your fingers over the wet and velvety hair on his head. You move in closer, pressing your sodden clothed body against him.

It isn’t enough. You want to feel him, you want to feel his humid skin all over you. He must have thought the same thing because he breaks the kiss with a groan. His hands work on your belt and you pull your undershirt off over your head, letting it drop to the tiles with a splash you barely register.

His lip curls as he drops his head to roughly capture your breast in his hand and close his mouth around your nipple. You shiver as he sucks on you through the cotton of your bra, the heat of his mouth is so much hotter than even the water that sears at your skin.

You let your head fall back and you close your eyes as you relish the feeling of his mouth on you. Your knees start to feel weak as his hand works its way determinedly into your panties, his fingers working to separate the thick sodden work clothes away from your skin. You grab hold of his shoulders to steady yourself and feel pure muscle rippling under his sweltering, smooth skin. You run your hand down his back, following the path of his spine, until your fingers encounter hardened and raised skin.

Another new scar.

Quickly you snatch back your hand and your eyes snap to Evan. He looks up at you with stormy, fierce eyes and grazes your bud with his teeth before he releases you. A tremor of fear runs down your spine.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, in a quivering voice.

He nods, takes hold of your waist and guides you to turn around until you're facing the tiled wall. He presses his body against you from behind and you can feel his hard cock against the small of your back. His arm wraps around your waist holding you in place while his other hand slides your sticking pants down your thighs.

“I know.” Evan’s lips brush against the shell of your ear as he speaks in a low voice that leaves no room for argument. “Put your hands on the wall.”

A heady rush of heat hits you between your legs and nearly drops you to your knees. 

Evan notices and tightens his arm around your waist. “I’ve got you, baby. Hands on the wall. Now.”

“Yes…” you whimper, reaching your shaking hands out to the large square white tiles. Your skin is so electrified and sensitive that even the rough texture of the grout under the pads of your fingers threatens to overwhelm you. 

His velvety hot tongue runs a thick strip up your neck as he latches onto you and sucks on the thin skin beneath your ear. Your whole body thrums deep within you, you feel close to orgasm and he hasn’t even really touched you yet.

This was a far cry from the way he had always been with you before. It wasn’t that sex wasn’t good with Evan in the past, it absolutely was, he had always been generous. But he was never what you’d call dominant at all and he was straight up vanilla, almost reserved. You don’t think he’d ever even taken you from behind.

His teeth sink into your earlobe as he tilts your hips and slips a foot between yours to inch your feet apart.

“Stay just like that for me,” he instructs, huskily and you moan, hoping he takes the warbling sound of your voice as agreement.

Soft, hot skin presses against your pussy, forcing your lips to part. You gasp in shock, but it quickly morphs into a gasp of pure pleasure as the thick tip of Evan’s cock rubs against your slick and swollen hidden skin.

“Are you still on the pill?” he asks.

You nod, turning your head towards his.

“Good. I’m going to cum inside you,” he says.

He enters you in one swift and hard thrust. You both cry out and he breathes hard into your ear as he holds himself deep inside you and gives you a moment to get used to his size.

“Evan,” you whine faintly, leaning your head against his shoulder.

He kisses your temple gently. The tenderness makes your eyes widen, but it's a short reprieve.

“Hang on,” he says.

He moves, slowly dragging himself from your core. Then his fingers dig hard into your hips and he pumps hard into you, using your hips for leverage. With each powerful drive, Evan pulls your hips back to meet him and you can’t stop yourself from crying out as he fills you. Your bodies slap hard against each other, the sound mixing with your cries and his grunts of effort. Together the cacophony echoes lewdly through the steam of the shower and bounces off the tiles.

Your head drops and you lean it on your outstretched and locked arms as you brace yourself against his brutal but oh so fucking good onslaught. Then he leans forward until his chest covers your back. One of his hands snakes its way from your hips to between your legs and his fingers slide over your sensitive and throbbing clit.

“Need you to come with me,” he rumbles through his groans.

It’s the kind of thing you’d usually roll your eyes at, but Evan knows your body; he knows just how to touch you to get you over the edge. His mouth latches on your neck, licking, sucking, and grazing his teeth over your vein, while his fingers dance over your clit and he never lets up the primal, fervid pace of his fucking.

“Come with me,” he demands with a guttural growl into your ear.

Your body trembles as your orgasm threatens with such force that your legs give out, and your hands slip from the wall.

“I’ve got you,” Evan assures you as he brings you both to the floor. He pauses just long enough to get you comfortable, slipping your shirt under your knees. “You’re so close, baby. I’ve got you.”

And you are, the brief interruption no match for how aroused and good Evan is making you feel. You reach your peak with a cry and an undulation of your hips that he knows so well. He follows swiftly after, drawing your body so close you can barely breathe and you can feel deep inside you the swelling of his cock with each pulsing release.

As you come down from your high, you concentrate on the sound of the water rather than the ragged breaths of Evan against your ear. Your instincts say you should move, you should run, pretend this never happened, or maybe yell at him some more. 

Then his hands are on your cheeks, turning your face to his and wiping away the water that runs into your eyes.

“Are you okay?” he asks, his voice full of sincerity and concern.

His tone makes you really look at him. For the first time in months there is something in his voice of the Evan of old. You turn your body towards him and reach for him, not even aware that your hand is resting on the centre of his chest, right over the scarred symbol.

Evan's eyes drop to his chest. You wonder if you should move it, but as he raises his eyes, his hand covers yours and holds it close to his heart right above his new scar.

[oh-goddess-of-chaos]

#  — 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓⋆·˚ ༘

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ⁰⁰¹ (masterlist.)

## JD

leave me with watercolor eyes – j. d. x fem!reader // breaking up with jd proves to be more than difficult when he's not willing to let you go that easy. @iovesia

yandere j.d. & veronica x reader // jd and veronica both decide they want you, and then decide to take action. @chezzywezzy

smoker – j. d. x fem!reader // the new kid on the block pulls a stunt in the cafeteria and makes a name for himself. you never thought he'd have you screaming that name later that day. @sxtvrns

desperation – j. d. x reader // the reader gets into a relationship with jd to help her friend out, but finds he's a lot more enthralled with her than she'd like him to be. @famwhy

boyfriend – yandere!j. d. x reader // avoiding your boyfriend jd is hard, especially when he shows up at your house one morning to talk. @froggywritesstuff

dom!j. d. x fem!reader // the reader tries to go to the police but j. d. kidnaps her. @tellingyouastory

neck kisses – j. d. x reader // neck kisses with j. d. @darling-i-read-it

yandere!j. d. x reader // after being ignored for too long, one night j. d. takes things into his own hands. @anxiousnerdwritings

haunted – j. d. x reader // you thought you knew your boyfriend, but when he kills kurt and ram and tries to rope you into blowing up the school, you realize you didn't. @carlisles-girl

tick tick tick – j. d. x reader // after killing your perverted ex boyfriend, you finally learn to accept the dark feelings inside you. j.d. copes with real feelings as you pull him out of the numbnesses of his life. @fandom-imagines-stories

boom – j. d. x reader // preparing to run away together, j.d. and the reader hit a problem in their plan. j.d.’s father. things take a turn and j.d. has to decide if this new feeling of love are real enough to die for. @/fandom-imagines-stories

an afternoon well spent – j. d. x reader // although you're not quite a 'people person', j. d. seems to take a liking to you. @ofnifflersandkings

sweet talk – j. d. x reader // j. d. now spends every waking hour with you, and is surprised when you're the one to make the first move. @/ofnifflersandkings

yandere!j. d. x reader // j. d. kills your best friend but forces you to stay with him. @ongaku-ato-kakikomi

yandere!j. d. x reader // j. d.'s been lying to you, but once you find out, he doesn't let you break things off and takes desperate measures to ensure you can't move on to anyone else. @/ongaku-ato-kakikomi

life could be a dream – j. d. x reader // when jason "j.d." dean approaches you on a whim, you assume he's better than others make him out to be. it never crossed your mind that he was actually worse.

toxic love – j. d. x reader // in which j. d. 'loves' the you, so much so that he decides to blow up the school.

the other side of paradise – j. d. x reader // the adopted sibling of the school's newest asshole catches the eye of a psychopath. after he catches the eye of their sister, and ropes her into murder.

[nyxvuxoa-writes]

Eddie Munson Smut HC (Pt.1)

[ ⛧ ] Paring: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader [ ⛧ ] Warnings: Talk of sex, pet names (princess), mentions of kink. [ ⛧ ] A/N: This is total trash. I haven't written one of these in a while. I didn't want to make this super long, so there might be a part two at some point. Below the cut are 26 random smut-related Eddie things.

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Let's face it, he's a total Daddy. He's all about you, taking care of you, showing you off, making you laugh and smile.

At the same time, he doesn't hesitate to take control of you.

He's always attentive, especially to your body. He's one to take mental notes when you really enjoy something and he'll do it again.

But he won't cross your hard limits, he's going to learn what you can and can't handle and go from there.

Heaven forbid he feels like he's crossed them though. It would break his heart and he turns into a total softy wanting to make sure you are taken care of and to let you know he's sorry.

He's great with aftercare after a rough fuck session.

All he'll want to do is shower you with praise, clean you up, cuddle, and smoke a joint with you while his fingers gently touch over any marks he may have left on your body.

He's the kind of guy that really enjoys fucking you to his favorite vinyls/cassette tapes/cds. So hopefully you have the same taste in music. Better enjoy Ozzy, Dio, Van Halen, Def Leppard, Mötley Crüe, and others.

He's not afraid to start singing the lyrics of metal love songs in the middle of sex because he knows it's going to get you to laugh and giggle.

He's got magic fingers. Seriously, he really knows how to use them and loves to watch you squirm against them.

And he'd never take off his rings when fucking you. He knows that you like the way they feel against your skin, especially when he's gripping at you.

Once getting past his shyness, and becomes more comfortable with you, he's kind of a risk-taker. At least when it comes to getting laid with you.

He doesn't hesitate to let you know what he wants in the middle of school. Even if it means bringing you into the janitor's closet for a quick make-out session.

He'll even take you out to the back of his van while skipping class just because he's aching to feel you around him.

"Come on Princess. I need you, right now."

Don't hesitate to pull on his hair during sex. He loves it. It'll make him moan and growl.

He'll whisper in your ear sweet nothings and turn around and whisper what he's going to do to you later, and it will be filthy.

He's obsessed with touching you. Grabbing at you. Smacking your ass as you walk past him.

During sex, he loves to leave little finger bruises against your hips and thighs and hickeys against your collarbone and neck.

He's going to want to mark his territory and then show it off.

Depending on his mood or the kind of day he's had, Eddie is either going to fuck you roughly or he's going to take it nice and slow.

He has days where, when he's down, or just having shit luck he'll really take his time and lose himself in you.

He'll become very kissy and touchy, a little more so than usual. He's going to have this need to feel you close and forget about whatever was bothering him.

On some days he sets the mood, lighting candles with music softly playing.

He can be romantic in his own adorable sort of way.

But don't be surprised if he picks up one of the candles to drip wax into your skin. He loves the way wax looks against your skin.

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[purplerain85]

Love Hurts

Paring: Happy Lowman x Reader

Thank you to @yourwonkywriter for reading this before hand

Warning: Extreme heartbreak, OC death (no graphic details but there is mention of blood), Hurt/then angry revengeful Happy.

Summary: someone from Happy’s pass has come back for retaliation and Y/N just happens to be the one that gets caught alone at their house. Based on Love Hurts by Nazareth. Chibbs, Tig, and Bobby, Jax, Gemma make an appearance.

Tag 🏷: @yourwonkywriter @withmyteeth @nestorsgirlfriend @chibsytelford @tellingyouastory @raewritesfiction @challengeahellcat @redpoodlern @twistneteclipse @darklydeliciousdesires @indefiniteimagines @anotherredwoodoriginal

A/N: I honestly have no idea where this idea came from and I wanna apologize now.

Happy was standing at the bar with Gemma and the boy when Chibbs phone rang and it showed Y/N Chibbs laughs and says “Y/N drunk dial me again?” Poking fun at Happy who makes a face and says “it was a misdial, don’t get to excited” Chibbs answers and put it on speaker and the gut wrenching scream that came though the speaker put everyone on high “ HAAAPPPY!! HELP! Fuck you! Ow ow Ow! Snake 🐍 tattoo neck!” Then the phone goes silent

Gemma screams “GO! I’ll call Unser!” Happy instantly regretted driving the van to the shop he knew Jax, Chibbs, Tig, Bobby would get there first, which made he fell a little at easy but then the Snake Tattoo comment made him remember something.

The boys pull up to Happy and Y/N’s house and the door was kicked in. Jax tells Tig to keep and eye out for Happy and keep him outside until they know what is happening. And tells Chibbs to check out back and takes Bobby in the front with him. They make their way to the front door and sees all the blood Jax calls out “Y/N!!!!” Bobby notices here first between the bedroom and the hall and instantly goes to her. She is barely hanging on and starts to fight off Bobby until she recognizes his voice “Y/N calm down and try to tell me what you remember? I know Happy taught you how to remember certain things?” At the mention of Happy’s name you start to hyperventilate and say “don’t wanna leave him!” Bobby lies to you “you are not going to leave him but I need you to tell me what you remember!” just as Chibbs joins Jax and Bobby and says “Jesus”

She says “snake tattoo, light skin something about payback and how I will do for it. Combat boots.” Y/N is starting to choke on her blood and coughs Bobby who is holding as best as he can and to make her as comfortable as he can he looks at Jax and Chibbs and shakes his head signalling that you are not going to make it. He says “you did good darling”. Y/N say tell Ha-ha-ppy that I love him with everything I had and I don’t blame him and not to blame himself.” With that she is gone.

Just then they hear the van coming up the street and Chibbs says “I got happy! Tig will need help keeping him out” Chibbs walks out the front door to Tig and tells him “she’s dead and we have to keep him out or he is going to lose his shit” tig say “oh fuck! how the fuck are we going to do that he is crazy about the woman and if need be he will shot us!” Chibbs says “I will figure out what to tell him but if need to we will fight him if we need to.”

Happy pulls up and hopes out only to be stopped by Tig and Chibbs and Chibbs tells him “you don’t wanna go in there, you don’t wanna remember her like that brother” Happy looks at him confused for half a second and says “no! No she’s not” just then Gemma pulls up with Mercer and comes up to Happy, Tig and Chibbs and says “what happened?” Jax and Bobby walk out the front both are visibly upset Jax is crying and Bobby is covered in blood. Gemma says “Happy I am so sorry I don’t even know what to say”. Happy attempts to make charge to the house and it takes everyone to keep him out and Chibbs “saying you don’t wanna see her like that! I will be haunted how I saw her!”

Bobby says “she told me to tell you that she loves you and she doesn’t blame you!” Happy never being a man of many emotions is full on crying over the first woman besides his mother that he truly loved and he knows it’s his fault regardless of what Y/N says. He looks at Bobby and says “what else did she say?” Bobby looks at him “we need to deal with this before we deal with that person, we have to give her some peace and once she is laid to rest we will revisit what we are dealing with”

Jax looks and Unser “get the coroner here and make sure she is treated properly she is not to go to Skeeter or we will have another body, I also hope you know we will be dealing with this together and the moment we notice you are not making any progress we will take over from you cause you know if we don’t Happy will go rogue and will kill everything he thinks is blocking his way to this person.” Unser says “figured that was how it was going to play out. Tell happy that I am sorry for his loss.”

Five days later

The guys, Gemma and the crow eaters had gotten Happy’s place cleaned even though he hasn’t been back there and probably will sell or set it on fire he know he would never go back there. Two days after Y/N murder Happy finally got to see her and get his goodbye he was grateful that Chibbs stopped him from going in the house see her in the morgue was hard enough for him and he isn’t even sure he has ever cried this much the 6 year he got with her didn’t seem long enough he wanted to marry her and have babies with her but someone took that from him.

Now five days later is was her funeral, Gemma took over cause Happy was to depressed and couldn’t even talk about flowers let alone caskets. Gemma went all out for the funeral and found the perfect spot in the graveyard after she will be cremated where Happy could visit Y/N alone it was under a Willow tree where the tree will always shade and protect them. She made sure she was going to be buried in her favourite dress. She found a crematorium two hours away who was willing to do it for her. She got the flowers set up and even though Gemma thought it was best not too Happy wanted an open casket he didn’t want to say his final goodbyes to a lid.

Just before the funeral Bobby called a meeting so he could tell everyone what Y/N said “snake tattoo, light skin something about payback and how I will do for it. Combat boots.” Jax ask “Happy does that sound familiar?” Happy nodded “I know who it is he blames me for his brothers overdose but I was just with the drug dealer who sold him the drugs and Tyler was killed in another drug deal about 10 years ago I figured that was that but I guess I was wrong and completely let my guard down and Y/N paid the price” Chibbs “where do we find this fucker? Cause I think I can speak for everyone and say we need to find him and torture him tell he is dead!” Happy says “no this is my fight and it’s something I cannot drag you guys in”

Tig says “no offence Brother a little late for that! We are all affected by this not just you we are all hurting and there is a lot less light around this place now that Y/N is dead so again where do we find him?” Happy looks at everyone and for the first time sees how hurt his brothers are and feels even more pain and says “we will look for him after we put Y/N to rest as I know someone who will probably know. And if they won’t there will be a lot more Happy faces added”

There wasn’t a dry eye in the church the song Gemma picked was Y/N favourite song 🎵 You are my Sunshine by Music Travel Love🎵 which was a Johnny Cash cover it made everyone cry even more. Jax, Happy, Chibbs and Bobby made the drive up to the crematorium was quiet and mournful as they made their way there more and more charters joined to make sure they got there and it was then how much Happy realized Y/N touched everyone and it broke him even more and all he could think “Revenge!! I will show you Revenge!! I will take every single person he knows out so he knows I am coming and he will have nowhere to hide and plans to make his death even more painful then he made Y/N death.”

At the crematorium John was waiting for them to show up he closed early and made sure no one would be there but the small party that was showing up well that was what he was expecting he didn’t except over 60 bikers to show up with a van. Jax got out and greeted John and said they were expected here and John said “I wasn’t expecting so many people just a couple people.” Jax said “only the ones in the van who were going in, thank you for doing this for us” they got Y/N out from the back of the van and loaded her into the fire pit. John showed them how to work it and left them to have their final farewell.

After they said their goodbyes they left Happy alone he whispered to her “I am so very sorry this happened to you and I should have know better to let you get involved with me. I am so happy I got to love you with every ounce of my being even though I never deserved you or your heart. I will make this right even though it will never bring you back I promise never to go to your grave tell I get him. I love you so much Y/N I always will tell I can be with you again” he wiped his face pushed the table in closed the door and turned the fire one and stood there watching for what seemed like forever. He would make sure he told John that he would want some of your ashes for a tattoo and for ring he was going to get made.

16 months later

20 bodies later and 20 kills later they finally found him and it took him 8 days for his body to finally give out with the tranquilizers and other pills that Tig was able to get his hands on. Happy felt a little more at peace knowing he was gone.

He got a ring made with your ashes made and he always wears it on his ring finger. Today he got the tattoo he designed for Y/N to have your ashes added in with the ink. It was put over his heart with the saying “You are my Sunshine” with your favourite flowers.

He visits your gave almost every day now.

[voxmortuus]

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Nightmares

Pairing: Captain Logan Syverson × Female Reader

Summary: An ugly Nightmare and how the following day went for the Syverson household.

Pov: First-person pov

Warnings: Mentions of war, PTSD, nightmares, drowning with fluff and angst. Lemme know if there is anything else.

Author's note: I’m not an experienced writer and this work is not BETA’d. Plus, English is not my first language so watch out for obvious mistakes.

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Do not plagiarize my work. Captain Syverson and Sandcastle doesn't belong to me.

Opening my eyes under the coarse moisture, I could sense the sharp wetness creeping into my veins, my fingers were going numb and my eyes couldn’t figure out anything except the painful sting of chilly water blurring my vision

     Where am I? How did I get here?

I tried to swim, but I couldn’t shift my limbs or cry out loud. I wondered if I'm dead already. Maybe I am in that phase where the soul splits from your body, never to be one again. Why else would I lose contact with my limbs? It hurts? Not really, but the confusion is scary and painful.  I gave up, too tired to fight anymore. If this is how I am going, I wanted to leave already, I wanted to end this desperation to breathe.

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Opened my eyes again to my name being whispered in panic but this time I could breathe, I  was breathing fast enough to feel the pulse hammer in my head. My throat ran dry with a protesting cough as I opened my eyes to his concerned face.

“ Sy? ”

“ hush… it’s just a nightmare, bug, you’re safe. ”

I could already feel my eyes welling up with moisture despite the lack of it in my mouth. His calm fingers wiped hot tears gliding down my face and gently raised me to sit on his lap with my head to his chest. His firm embrace was with just enough pressure to calm me down and let me breathe without effort. After what seemed to be an eternity of silence I sensed him shift gently to sit me against the headboard. I gazed at him with glossy eyes and a silent plea to stay a lil longer, I was not ready to leave him yet. He kissed my temple and told me he’d be back in a minute and left the door open with the lights on along the hallway. I could have caught his palm in mine and asked him to stay if the thought occurred fast enough in my tired brain.

He came back with some water and crackers. Turned up the AC and opened Netflix. Sy knew the nightmares stole my sleep and left me with terrible headaches and hot flashes. He removed his sweatpants and climbed into the sheets with me. We curled up into  each other for God knows how long, and somewhere around the crack of dawn, I must have dozed off in his warm chest. This wasn't the first time one of us got up screaming and hiding from the ghost of bygone days spent in mighty graveyards of powdered gold. Initially it was hard, but as time went the PTSD became easier to handle when you have someone  to fight for and someone fighting for you. So we became each other's safe haven, something like a home to hide when the demons came looking.  

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I woke up a few hours later to find worlds best Irish Coffee waiting for me at the bedside table, all captains magic. It restored life into my body and rubbed away the remains of sleep from my eyes. While I was standing under the faucet with water pouring over my face I heard the front door being unlocked followed by a loud lively bark which meant “moooommm im home” around here. Sy returned with Aika from their extended Sunday walk and joined me in the shower with a happy grin.

“Gotta save the wadur ma'am”

mumbled as he walked right in with a slap on my ass. And it would be a lie if I say I hated drowning my captain in those flowery fruity shower gels. He’d declare he ain’t saying shit only cuz he loved me and act all disinterested. Liar. I know he loves them too. To have this hulk of a man walking around my house smelling like vanilla and plum is a dream. He rubbed his beard across my neck and threw sloppy kisses while his hand sneaked around my hips to pull me closer. Ohhh…This is gonna be a long shower. 

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The day was cloudy with rain soon to follow, when I began to heat up the leftovers and boil some sweet tea while he cleaned up the bedroom and took out the garbage. We sat on the porch savoring mac and cheese with the Chinese Sy ordered for the night  talking about how the backyard fence needed some work done and where we could set up the ranch once we completed the loan on the house. We didn’t talk about yesterday’s incident, there was no need to. After 10 years of being together, we figured out how to avoid cross-questioning over such delicate yet insignificant junctures.

We knew each other by day and night, by good and bad and we cherished that silent intimacy long enough to watch it cool into the wax that held us together. And when we ran out of things to rant,  the silence was comfortable enough to let us deliberately slip into our separate lil worlds enjoying the quiet presence of each other’s company. So here we were starting the Sunday when the sun made plans to sleep, thinking about buying Alpacas and fixing fences while the world spined fast around us. We chose to live these days away from that hasty violent world, trying to make peace with ourselves.

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Summary: Revenge is a dish best-served cold

Pairing: AU! Pirate August Walker x OFC (no mentions of body type or ethnicity)

Word count: 1.9k

Warnings: 18+. No smut, but sexual themes are mentioned, as well as dark themes - he is a pirate. Possible historical inaccuracy. This is not the real Blackbeard. Mentions of kidnapping.

A/N: Not beta’d. Many thanks to @agniavateira @luna-aestas and @wolvesandhoundshowltogether for the support, and thanks to @geralts-yenn because this story started as a 15-minute challenge, and I ended up writing a whole shot. There might be a part 2, and this might turn into a series. We will see after my anxiety runs its course :D

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Neptune's Snare

The soggy wooden platform creaked beneath her feet as she climbed onto the main deck. Step by step, a husky wail sounded from the planks - a sorrowful hymn to the lost maidens of the sea - those who would never return, those devoured by the sinful desires of monstrous captain; August ‘Blackbeard’ Walker. 

Whatever madness drove women to go there willingly was beyond comprehension. No more than a tomb, the ship alone looked like a carnivorous maw; black iron spikes stood firmly at the bow, and the sheer size of it was enough to strike fear at the heart of even the bravest sailor.

Yet, there she was, draped in a black velvet cloak and an ivory corset dress, willingly marching toward grave danger. 

Dozens of ragged men welcomed her onboard, filthy scoundrels, all drenched in an exotic mixture of sweat and alcohol. Hungry, their eyes gnawed at her tender flesh, but none would dare touch her. If August’s crew knew one thing, it’s that some fates are much, much more worse than death. 

It didn’t stop them from taunting. Suckling their lips, they followed the girl on her march toward the captain’s cabin. Cheer and chortle in their voice as they imagined the obscenities their captain was about to perform on this naive girl. 

“Pity, he never let us look…” whined one of the pirates while the other bood.

“Aye, you mad to come ‘er tonight. The cap’n hasn’t had his fill in weeks, lass. He would sure pillage each of you’ holes tonight.”

“He gonna paint her full of his sea foam!”

The entire ship roared with their laughter. The girl, however, kept a blank face and, without spending any minute longer, opened the door to the captain's cabin.                                                                                                                                                

Bright, golden luminance blinded Lizette’s sight as she entered the cabin. The walls were plated by ornaments made of gold, reflecting the sparkle of the hundred candles that burnt at the decorated candelabras and crystal chandelier. Fine works of art hung from each wall, and on a vast lacquered table stood a plethora of delicacies that made Lizette’s belly gurgle. 

She stared at the table momentarily, almost fooled by the obvious seduction. In complete opposite to the murky exterior of the ship, the captain’s chamber was a room fit for kings, sputtering style, elegance and riches. Perhaps this was how he lured them. The poor naive girls truly believed he would give them a better life. But Blackbeard was no king, nor was he a gentleman. He was the deadliest man the world has ever known - a serpent, nightshade - all he could give a woman was death. 

“Take off your cowl.”  

A deep voice called from behind, dark and mysterious as the ocean. It struck like an icy shard through her spine, making her shoulders jerk and stiffen. It was odd to know someone by hundred of myths and stories spun around them and have men mimic their voice in an attempt to portray them but never know what they truly sounded like. 

As it turned out, August sounds like a man one doesn’t refuse. 

Obedient, Lizette pulled the cowl from her head - slow as she would unwrap a much-anticipated present. Her gaze kept to the floor still, continuing to play the coy virgin the Captain wanted her to be, though if she had to be honest - she was terrified of whatever hideous monster she would soon have to face. 

There must have been a reason why the women who came here never left. Lizette was willing to bet every dime in her pocket that August was the most gruesome, repulsive creature, and the only way for him to keep people from knowing was by murdering each woman he bedded!    

“Shy, aren’t we?” Blackbeard murmured with a dry chuckle and began to circle her, observing his bounty from side to side.

“I quite enjoy shy,” he chuckled once more, his voice almost a groan. 

She forced herself not to flinch too much. She could sense his glare upon her, stripping her garment by garment, weighing what he earned tonight and considering all the ways in which he would pillage her body. It made her feel like she was one of the delicacies that rested on his table rather than a person. 

After gyrating around her and inspecting each crease of her body, August finally returned to his starting spot behind her and, in a low, delighted groan, demanded, “Turn around.” 

Doing as he commanded, she turned to him, still keeping her glance plastered to the floor, her breathing now shallow as the air in the room grew magically stuffy. She could spot his blurry silhouette from the corner of her eye; a tall and fit man, rather broad. It seemed that he was doing a loose white cotton shirt and dark trousers, and from his waistband - a gleam of silver winked back. 

“Are you a mute?” 

Another chill shot through her as he spoke. Absentminded, she swallowed. “No…”  embarrassingly, her voice cracked; she took a deep breath and reprimanded, “No, sir. Just nervous.”

“Captain,” he corrected. 

Lizette nodded but did not repeat him. She couldn’t. Words died on her tongue as the Captain made a bold step toward her, drawing dangerously near. He paused for a shy second, fingers laced together, contemplating, before he reached a fist beneath her chin and, in a ceremonious tenderness, lifted her chin.  

The air drained from her completely. Her lips parted in a mixture of fear and astonishment. 

It couldn’t be.

Perhaps she had the wrong man?

Grey, ocean-eyes peered at her through a face that women and men would damn themselves for. No! Even angels would. His jaw was sharp and profound, statuesque like cut marble - dashed with dark stubble and a thick raven-black moustache. His lips, though chafed from the salty sea breeze, were plumped and shaped to be kissed, and while some of his curls were streaked with silver, he still had a healthy mane of hair on his head. 

‘He could have been a decent man,’ she thought, ‘and yet he chose this?!’

There was an obscure attractive melancholy to his looks - almost tragic. 

August took another moment to study her face, a frown slowly forming on his ridged brow. “You look familiar…”

“I work the docks,” she answered almost immediately.

His stare deepened, eyes dropping to her cleavage momentarily before returning to pierce back into the back of her skull, “Skin too soft. Too shy to be a prostitute.” 

His fingers wrapped around her chin, caging it between his thumb and his index in a tight grip, making it hurt. He tilted his head, daring her to come up with another lie.  

“The tavern,” Lizette answered, firm and steadfast. She did not flinch from his touch, even though every instinct begged her to.

“And you came to me. Why?”

“What girl wouldn’t give everything for a night with the notorious Captain Blackbeard? The living legend… the king of pirates.” She softened her eyes as much as possible and offered a shy pout to reconcile him. 

August chewed on the inside of his cheek; storm clouds gathered on his pale eyes as he contemplated. They both knew she was flattering him to gain his trust and save her pretty little neck. It wasn’t a situation he hadn’t encountered in the past. They both also knew that he was stronger, bigger and armed and could snap said pretty little neck in less than a split second. 

“Are you a virgin?” He proceeded. 

She nodded, her throat clenching. 

August lingered on her response and, after what felt like an eternity, offered a small grin and pinched her chin sweetly as if to praise her before moving a step closer. Lizette smiled back nervously. She could sense his rum-drenched breath on her face. The scent was so pungent it made her moan invulnerably. 

Or perhaps it was the anxiety that was eating into her heart. 

“Ever sucked a cock, pet?” 

His question was answered by a small click that echoed through the quarter and the press of hard, cold metal against the bare parts of his chest. 

Not stepping back, he slowly, almost theatrically, spread his arms into a gesture of defeat while peering at the girl. No rage nor fear painted his face, and as he spoke, there was neither surprise in his voice. 

“Heh. So you ARE a whore.”

Lizette held the pistol determined, not saying a word.

“What is it that I do, pet?” 

Offering a sly grin, the pirate pressed against the barrel; the oceans in his glare darkened. As Lizette stared back, she could have sworn the many shades of blue in his sights shifted and swayed like angry waves. Quickly brushing the thought away, she cocked the gun in a warning, her little thumb grazing the trigger.

But to August, it was clear that the girl had never killed anyone before, and the longer she stalled, the more shaky her hand became. Taunting, he moved further into the barrel, which forced her to take a step back. 

“Do not move closer!” She finally spoke. 

August brushed her warning away, moving forward instead. He had been so nimble in his movement, fluid, like a sea creature himself. Only now she realised that his hands were no longer in the air. 

“Was it your dear mother?” He suggested. “Father? Sister?” He paused and offered a vicious smirk, “Ah… I see, A lover. Well, to that, I surely deserve to die. Go ahead, pet, pull the trigger.” 

His slender, heavily ringed fingers reached to envelop the barrel, holding the pistol steady for the girl. Every breath he took pressed the metal harder against his sternum. Lizette could sense his heartbeat pulsating through the barrel wrist, the thrum of his blood nearly mingling with her own. No longer steady, her digit quivered around the trigger and in her throat, she felt the strenuous hold of anger, guilt and hatred. 

“You have taken everything from me!” She simply answered. 

Soon her sight became blurry, and wetness gathered beneath her eyes.  

‘Do it, do it now.’ 

Another click sounded in the room. Louder than the cocking of a gun. 

Lizette’s eyes flared in shock, and before she could pull the trigger, August had carefully veered the gun from his chest and, in a tenderness that was accustomed to lovers, snatched it from her hand. His other hand laid still on her neck, fastening the iron collar he granted her.

“Good girl,” he teased and then leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to the forehead of the girl who was too struck by her own misfortune and stupidity to react. 

With the pistol safely placed in his waistband, the pirate stepped back, face alighted, eyes sparkling with starlight cascade, like a child who had just earned a new toy.  He clasped his hands together, ecstatic; thick silver rings chiming as they collided.

 “I haven’t taken everything from you, pet. but I am going to…”

With one last slanted grin, the pirate turned on his heels and marched toward the door, not bothering to bid farewell as he left and locked the door behind him.

Panicked, Lizette reached her hands to the iron collar, desperately trying to pry it off her neck despite knowing there was no logic in pulling at the heavy metal. 

“Please!” Tears trickled down her cheeks and chin, “no! No! No! Please!”

Through the open window, she could hear the captain's voice barking orders, commanding his men to lift anchor and set sail. 

[queenshelby]

The Concubine - Part Four

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Reader

Warning: Angst, Very Graphic Violence, Domestic Violence, Abuse, Blood

Words: 1,589

Shortly after you left Tommy’s house, Tommy grabbed the telephone and enquired with the directory about where the call was made from.

He had an uneasy feeling about your fiancé, almost like a vision of some sort and, after he found out your fiancé’s address and where the call was made from, Tommy instructed Arthur and Isiah to keep an eye on you and your fiancé and intervene if necessary.

He knew that there were things you were hiding from him, things he didn’t know about you and he never dared to question you about any of it until he overheard how your fiancé spoke to you.

Now, he was suspicious and, for him, it was surprising that you willingly stayed with a man like that. A man who was using abusive language towards you and treated you badly, a man who cheated on you and who had nothing to offer.

***

That same morning, when you arrived at your fiancé’s apartment, he had gone.

There was no note, no nothing and you decided to wait for him patiently.

At around 7 o’clock in the evening, he finally barged through the door and saw you sitting inside the loungeroom with the curtains closed and the fireplace lit.

‘See how it feels having to wait around Sweetheart?’ Steven said sarcastically as he threw his gun onto the loungeroom table and took off his jacket.

‘I am sorry Steven. I had to work’ you explained and Steven was quick to grab your throat with one of his hands, pushing you back against the lounge firmly.

‘Working for fucking gypsies, huh?’ he said harshly before continuing on, his breath smelling like booze and cigarettes. ‘My woman chooses to work for someone else instead of servicing me’ he went on to say before ripping off your blouse harshly, causing the buttons to tumble onto the floor.

‘Steven stop, you are hurting me’ you said as you tried to squirm away, but his hold was too strong.

‘No no no Love, you don’t get to tell me to stop. I want to have some fun with you’ Steven then huffed out.

But, as he held you down, it didn’t take long for him to notice the small bruises on your neck and chest and, without any sort of warning, he pulled you up on your hair and threw you against the coffee table.

‘You are fucking someone else aren’t you, you fucking whore?’ he scolded at you as you hit the table, injuring your chest and stomach on the long edge of the oak.

‘Steven stop, please’ you cried as he again pulled you up on your hair, hit you across the face and dragged you into the kitchen.

As you reached the kitchen, he forced you to lean forward against kitchen table and you knew very well what he would do next.

Fearful and in tears, you leaned forward and held onto the table while Steven removed his belt which, almost in an instant, came flying across your back.

‘Stop, please. I am sorry Steve, please stop’ you cried as he hit you again, harder with each stroke.

‘You want to behave like a whore, huh? Yes?’ he scolded as he hit you again and you began to scream.

‘Well, I need to treat you like a fucking whore then’ he yelled again, hitting you even harder and, by that time you lost count of how many strokes he inflicted on your back until, suddenly, you heard someone kick down the front door.

‘Get the fuck off her you fucking animal, eh’ Arthur shouted, pointing the gun at your fiancé.

‘Who the fuck are you?’ Steven then asked, dropping the belt as he did and you immediately fell to the floor, crying and whining as you barely managed to hold onto one of the legs on the kitchen table.

‘I am Arthur fucking Shelby and you are fucking dead, eh’ Arthur said, pulling back the release mechanism on his gun in readiness to shoot.

‘Don’t’ you yelled out quickly and Arthur lowered the gun.

‘His father will kill my family. Please, don’t shoot’ you pleaded and Arthur waived at Isiah and one of the other gang members who walked over towards your fiancé and restrained him.

‘Listen to me you little fuck, eh. She and her family are under the protection of the Peaky Blinders now and you don’t fuck with the Peaky Blinders. You get this message to whoever the fuck your father is and unless he want’s a war with us, he will back off. Do you understand?’ Arthur explained to Steven before he pulled off his cap and cut him across each side of his face.

‘You will regret this’ Steven shouted in between screams from the pain across his face.

‘I think you haven’t been listening boy. My brother’s orders were to kill you if you harm this woman. You are alive right now because of her mercy but, my brother’s orders will stand if you lay a hand on her again or anyone from her family’ Arthur then said before kicking Steven into his crotch and helping you off the floor.

‘Common Love’ Arthur then said as he placed his coat over you carefully and helped you to his car.

Your back was bruised and bleeding and so was your chest and stomach. Your face was slowly turning purple and your cheek began to swell.

‘We will take you to the hospital Love’ he then said as he lay you down onto the backseat.

‘No hospital’ you said, knowing that the hospital staff will ask questions.

‘Tommy’s house it is then, eh’ Arthur said and you nodded quickly before asking about your parents and sisters.

Arthur asked you where they live and decided to send Isiah and one of the other gang members to their house for protection while Tommy decides what was going to happen.

***

After about twenty minutes, you arrived at Tommy’s house and Francis greeted you quickly when she saw Arthur’s car pull up.

As soon as she saw that you were with him and heavily injured, she ran to get Tommy while calling one of Tommy’s trusted doctors to come to the house.

‘Fuck’ Tommy growled as he saw you. You were barely managing to hold onto Arthur’s shoulders.

‘He did this to her Tommy’ Arthur said as Tommy held onto you and helped you inside while you were still crying, barely able to deal with the pain across your back and stomach.

Without losing any time, Tommy and Arthur placed you to lie down on one of the lounges in the reading room while Francis fetched several towels and some water to clean up your wounds.

‘Tommy, I am sorry’ you said, unsure what you were sorry about. Was it the fact that you had just caused him trouble or that you were ruining his expensive sofa?

‘Don’t Love. There is nothing for you to be sorry about, eh’ Tommy said as he helped Francis to clean you up while Arthur gave him a detailed run down of what had happened at the apartment.

‘Oh my god, fuck’ you growled in pain each time Tommy or Francis touched one of your wounds with the cold wet towels and it was at this point that Tommy pulled out a small brown bottle from his jacket.

‘Drink this. It will make the pain go away’ Tommy said but you pushed his hand away and shook your head.

‘No, I can’t’ you said before another scream escaped your lips.

‘Where does it hurt?’ Tommy then asked as he observed you holding on to your stomach.

‘My stomach, it’s so much pain’ you cried.

‘Sit up. It might be better sitting up. The doctor is on her way, eh’ Tommy said reassuringly as he helped you into an upright position but, just as you sat up straight, you suddenly felt a gush of liquid drenching your skirt.

Instinctively, you reached for your lap with your hands before looking down, seeing your hands and skirt covered in bright red blood.

‘Y/N’ you heard Tommy shout loudly and then again more quietly as your mind went fuzzy and dizzy.

‘Call a fucking ambulance’ Tommy then shouted out to Francis, which was the last thing you could recall before everything in your mind went blank.

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Part Three: The Proposal

Pairing: Modern Tommy Shelby x Reader

Words: 1,045

Warning: None…This is only the beginning!

Original Blog: @queenshelby (this is just my backup account as I have been having Tumblr issues)

Two weeks later…

Your heart fluttered when you saw his name pop up in the lower right side of your computer screen.

Over the past two weeks, you had learned that you weren’t the only one at the firm whose breathing quickened when they saw a notification from him and rumours had it that, if he sent you an email himself, you would either be fired or there is a serious issue he required you to fix.

In the company, Thomas Shelby was certainly known for his bluntly worded feedback, demanding expectations, and his particular style of putting employees on the spot and, whilst many of the females in his company took a liking in him, they feared him at the same time.

You quickly opened your inbox and clicked on the email. It was short and straight to the point.

‘My office at 4 o’clock. Don’t be late’ it said, giving you no indication on what this was about.

You had never been to his office and asked Lizzie where it was. She confirmed that it was on the top floor of the building and you already dreaded going in there even after you had run into him in the building almost every day for the past two weeks and he had never said anything bad to you.

***

At 3.50pm, you grabbed a pen and your notebook, flipping to a fresh page. You began mentally preparing yourself to speak to him, wishing his email had given you any inclination as to what he might want so you could prepare yourself further.

You found him rather intimidating and stood up and smoothed down your outfit which was a navy-blue dress that fitted you quite well. It clung to your small figure and it was yet another dress you had borrowed from your roommate.

You straightened the tight blazer you wore over it and fiddled with the long necklace that sat on your chest.

Clutching your notebook against your chest, you quickly made your way to the elevator which took you to Tommy’s office.

***

You approached his partially opened office door. Taking a deep breath, you hurried up to it and knocked twice on the door.

‘Come in’ Tommy called out, not bothering to lift his head up to face you.

You stepped in and stood waiting at the table that separated you while he finished typing a sentence in an email. You surveyed the office. It was extremely neat and tidy. It was also perfectly fitted out. In one corner, there was a side board with a record player and expensive bottles of whiskey while, on the other side of the room, there were some large book shelves.

‘I looked at the charitable contributions made by my Michael Grey two days ago. Was that your idea?’ he asked and you nodded nervously.

‘Mr Shelby, I know it is a lot of money but the penalties imposed by the tax department would have been higher and, at least this way, you will be seen to provide essential services to the community’ you explained, justifying your report to Michael Grey who was one of the senior business advisors of Shelby Company Limited.

‘Well, according to my cousin, you saved the business 800,000 pounds’ Tommy then said while looking up at you for the first time and instructing you to take a seat.

You nodded shyly in response to his comment and sat down in one of the large arm chairs in front of his desk. By this point, you were fidgeting your hands and it was obvious to Tommy that you were nervous.

‘Now, I need you to develop a plan to deal with some more money coming in next week. I want all of it invested across our different businesses’ he said.

‘How much are we talking about Mr Shelby?’ you asked.

’27 million pounds’ he responded, causing you to gulp.

’27 million pounds? The forecasts I’ve been given don’t show this kind of money coming into the business as a lump sum during this quarter’ you said somewhat surprised.

‘That’s correct’ Tommy said, looking at you sternly.

‘It’s off the books and you want me to launder the money?’ you asked nervously, assuming that this is what he was referring to.

‘I don’t like to use this word, Love. Let’s just say, I want you to get creative’ he explained and you were surprised that he had just admitted to you that his company was, indeed, involved in some illegal operations.

‘What makes you think that I agree to this? I could just go to the police instead’ you said somewhat surprised and, just as you did, Tommy began to laugh.

‘You have a 70,000-pound debt Love. University degrees are expensive. If you get creative with the company’s accounts, you will be debt free in no time. Your name will not appear on any of the accounts and, if there is formal investigation, your identity will be protected’ Tommy explained and, after you took a moment to think about what he was offering you, you nodded.

‘I want 5 cents on every dollar laundered’ you stammered after having gathered all your confidence.

‘Love, we work in pounds here, eh. It’s 27 million pounds’ Tommy clarified and you nodded again, but this time with a smile.

‘Yes, but I won’t be laundering the money through your UK businesses. It will be done through some brand-new enterprises in the US, which I will set up slowly. Thereby, no connection can be made to Shelby Company Limited’ you explained, causing to Tommy to nod with approval.

‘Alright, 5 cents in the dollar it is Love’ Tommy smirked before asking you to put together a proposal for his consideration and prepare all of the necessary paperwork and forecasts by the end of the week.

You nodded again before standing up and thanking Tommy for his time. Then, you walked towards the door while holding on to your notepad which is when Tommy said something else.

‘Y/N’ he said and you turned around to face him.

‘Yes Mr Shelby?’ you asked nervously.

‘The dress suits you’ he complimented you, causing you to blush.

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Oops

Summary: You forget to follow your Sy on Instagram. Oops.

Pairing: Captain Syverson x Female Reader

Word Count: approx. 800

Warnings: Implied smut maybe?

Authors Note: for @amberangel112 . My humble apology 🤗 I hope you like it!

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Oops

“Hey,” Sy calls through the house as you arrive home.

“Hey Bubs,” you call back as you hang your bag at the door and you shuck off your coat. You walk into the kitchen and see Sy on his computer at the end of the island bench. You grin as you look at your big man hunched over the keys. You watch as his fingers glide over the touchpad, the soft caress he lays on the machine is something he almost never gives you. When he touches you it is rough, eager and possessive.

You feel the familiar pressure build deep in your gut as you approach him, you had such a long day and you wanted his touch to soothe the stress you felt in your neck and shoulders. You cover his back with your body, kiss the side of his neck, breathing in his scent as you wrap your arms around him. You hum, content, as you slide your fingers under his t-shirt and dance them up his chest until you feel his furry warmth.

Sy pats your hands and removes them. “Missed you too, Sugar. I’ve just got some work to do,” he says dismissively. You peek over his shoulder, resting your chin on his back and look at what he is working on. It’s his new business’s Instagram page. When he left the military, he wanted to do something a little different and when you had suggested personal training he had gotten excited and immediately started working on it. You were proud of him, he worked hard, launched a business and though it was only a few months old it was already thriving.

“Are they the professional shots you got done?” you ask.

“Yeah, now get off, I want this ready to post tonight,” he says a little gruffly.

You knew that tone, so you stand up and sat next to him. “What’s wrong? Has something happened?”

“Nope,” he says, getting a little tersely.

“Did I do something wrong?” you ask. Something was bugging him, and it was unusual that he wouldn’t tell you what it was.

“It’s more like what you didn’t do,” he mutters under his breath.

“Oh, for fucks sake, Sy.” You say fed up. “What didn’t I do.”

Sy finally looks at you, the hurt in his eyes and angry expression slaps you across the face. He sees your reaction and his face softens. “Its nothin’,” he says almost like a little boy who didn’t get the GI Joe he had always wanted for Christmas again this year. “It’s not a big deal.” He goes back to his work.

You think about pressing him for answers, but you don’t. You pull the chicken breast out of the fridge that Sy had left next to the salad he had already made and start slicing them into strips. But you can’t help glancing at Sy as you do. His brows furrowed in concentration, his occasional pursing of his lips when he isn’t happy with his work, and the way he refuses to look in your direction.

“Sy, you’ve got to tell me what is wrong,” you nearly plea. “Don’t bottle it up so it explodes one day. Tell me, please.”

Still not looking at you he sighs, eyes rolling as he says, “Fine.” Sy takes a deep breath and you can hear it whistling through his nose. He leans back, folds his arms and says accusingly, “Why aren’t you following me on Instagram?”

You clamp your mouth shut, trying desperately not to laugh. You can’t help the snort as your body fights its instinct to piss yourself laughing at the man who hadn’t even had a Facebook page until two months ago. “I’m sorry,” you say covering your mouth.

“Ah forget it,” he says still a little pissed off but also slightly embarrassed. He knew how he sounded. But he did have a point, he must feel like you aren’t supporting him in his new venture. Now you felt like a bit of an asshole.

Sobering up, you say, “No, Sy. You’re right.”

He looks up in mock shock, “Say that again, Darlin’.” He teases. “I don’t know when I’ll hear that again.”

You go over to him, he turns on the stool and puts his arms out and you stand between his legs as you wrap your arms around his shoulders. “I’m sorry, you say. “Honestly it slipped my mind. I’m hardly on Instagram, but I promise I’ll follow you and like all of your posts and share them on my story.” You giggle and say, “All my girlfriends are going to love it.”

Smirking now Sy raises an eyebrow, and says, “Really? Which ones? I’m gonna need names.”

“Sy!” you laugh. He growls and starts squeezing you as he presses his lips into yours and you both forget what it was he was even upset about.

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Spankings

Imagine being scolded by Daddy!WIll.  T/W: Daddy Kink. A/N: My wife @tellingyouastory​​ is inspiring me to branch out more. I adore Will and sometimes he gives off such Daddy vibes, so here is a little something small.  Gif found via google. 

Your comment had caused him to stop focusing on a flashback from a case for a moment, and while he was thankful for that, he knew you were talking back to him. 

“Princess, what did you just say?” 

“Daddy, I don’t want to. I’m not going to. I am staying home.” 

You look at will. In all honesty, Hannibal didn’t settle right with you. Every time Will was around him, he came back a little more different each time. You had been invited to dinner, and you didn’t want to go, but Hannibal had been insistent on meeting you. And because Hannibal was insistent, it made Will insistent on you being there. 

Gently taking your hand, Will pulled you over to his chair and pulled you down. He gently pulls you over his lap and lifts up the dress he had picked out especially for you. 

“You don't talk back. You know better than to talk back Princess. I'm sorry, but I am going to have to punish you.” His soft-spoken voice was pressing but caring. He was known for never punishing you out of anger, but he was always known to have his follow-through. 

Whack. A hand comes down and firmly smacks into your ass. 

“Do you understand why I am punishing you?”

“Because I back talked.”

Whack. 

“Thats right. Good girl.” He says, nodding his head as he spoke. “What number are we on?” He adds, landing another blow across your ass. 

Whack.

“Three, Daddy.” 

“That’s right, good girl.” 

He lands a few more before he lifts you back up and helps you to your feet, and fixes your dress. He takes your hands into his and looks up at you. “I know you don’t want to go. But this time, I need you to. I promise, after, I will reward you. All you have to do is be on your best behavior. Can you do that?” 

“Yes Daddy.” You say, nodding your head at him. “I’m sorry I talked back.” 

“I know you are baby. I get why you did it, but just because I get it doesn’t mean I can allow it. You are a good girl for taking your punishment. How about I finish helping you get dressed and we head out?”

You nod your head as Will stands up from his chair,  and he takes your chin in his hand and leans over to plant a small soft kiss on your lips.  

"Who is my girl?"

"I am, Daddy." 

"That's right. Don't you ever forget it."