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Every Inch of You

•• Tommy Shelby x Plus-Sized Reader ••

Currently working on this one shot that was a general writer request by my dear friend @novashelby , and I offered to have a go at it for her. Please enjoy this preview, and PLEASE comment/reblog if you enjoy. Thank you!

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“It’s not very ladylike to stand on the furniture.”

Her heart skipped a beat upon hearing his deep voice from somewhere in the room behind her, and as she lowered her arms and slowly turned around, she met his eyes across the room as he stood watching her from the doorway.

“The owner of the house expects the tops of even the highest hung paintings to be free of dust,” she said softly in response, a small smile tugging the corner of her mouth. “If he wasn’t so particular, then I’d still be standing firmly on the floor.”

A similar hint of a smile curving Tommy’s lips, he pushed himself off the doorframe and walked further into the room. They held each other’s eyes his entire stroll, and as he stopped before her in front of the tall wooden hutch, he looked up and then spoke again.

“At least you had the decency to remove your shoes,” he said.

At his words, Y/N instinctively scrunched her stocking-clad toes and quickly looked down at her feet.

“Of course I did,” she said as she looked to Tommy again. “I wouldn’t dare risk leaving a scuff or scratch on such valuable furniture. As I said, the owner of the house is very particular.”

Tommy smiled up at her, the soft way in which she delivered her slight teasing to him always amusing.

“Yes, he is, so you’d better give the top there a second sweep, in case you missed anything the first go ‘round.” He jerked his head up in indication of the painting that hung in the center of the wall. 

Smiling down at him, Y/N made a little face before turning around on the balls of her feet and appeasing him with another sweep across the top edge of the painting with the duster she held in her hand. Lifting up on her tiptoes, she stretched her arm again to reach, her generous cleavage nearly pressing into the painting itself.

Tommy smiled to himself as he saw Y/N’s chest just barely brush against the canvas as she reached up. Her large breasts were a frequent obsession of his, and countless times, he’d imagined filling his hands with her soft, plump flesh and burying his face between them. He’d use his fingers and his tongue to draw teasing lines along her skin until her nipples sat at full attention, upon which he’d suck her hardened buds into his mouth and lap and bite at her until her nipples were raw.

But his intention when encouraging her to dust once more was to get a good look up her skirt. Her curvy, rounded bottom filled the fabric and had his palms twitching, but he also wanted to get a glimpse of those thighs. Once again, he could practically feel his hands full with her flesh as he’d grip those thighs, holding them apart as he made himself at home between them.

When Y/N rose on her tiptoes again, his eyes traveled up beneath her skirt, following the seams of her stockings until they disappeared between the apex of her thighs. When she took a step, her thighs then parted just enough to get a glimpse of the crotch of her undergarments, and Tommy once again imagined sliding his fingers, and then, to follow, his cock between the warm plump flesh of her thighs to her core.

Y/N could feel Tommy’s eyes on her from behind, and she tried not to appear flustered as she quickly dusted the top of the painting a second time. Despite the minor hint of sass she occasionally gave Tommy that would allude to confidence, Y/N was actually very uncomfortable whenever he paid her attention.

It wasn’t because he did anything inappropriate, though, but it was that she had a hard time handling attention or being anyone’s point of focus, least of all Thomas Shelby. Due to the fact that she wasn’t a perfectly slender, slim, whisper of a woman, Y/N rarely received more than a passing glance from the opposite sex, and other women always seemed to be trying to make her feel better with comments that were backhanded to varying degrees.

“But you have such a pretty face,” was the most common one, with something along the lines of, “But you’re so sweet,” coming in a close second. Of course, she knew their intentions weren’t to make her feel bad, but she was never unaware of the fact that her size made her a “but” person. “But you have such a pretty face.” “But you’re so sweet.” The “buts” were the buffer to soften the blow of the obvious criticism in other women’s glances. And when it came to men, she may as well be invisible.

Except once in a while, one man would give her attention, and no matter how long she’d known him or how well she understood that he was just humoring her, being under Tommy Shelby’s gaze never ceased to fluster her.

She shouldn’t still be so affected by him, though. Due to his friendship with her brother that dated back to young adulthood, Y/N had known Tommy for years, and in all that time, she’d secretly melt whenever she was around him. As soon as her eyes had locked with his upon first meeting him at The Garrison, she was a helpless victim, his intensity and handsome face immediately paralyzing her. Over the years, as she got more used to being around him and came to know him more, the severity of that affect lessened, but it never fully left. Even now, years later and now working for him at Arrow House as a maid and also a sometimes errand girl for his business, she still internally swooned whenever he paid her attention. Her only tool in appearing as unaffected as possible was to give him a subtle dish of his own teasing right back, which he let her get away with due to their history.

As she finished with the painting and turned around yet again, she met Tommy’s eyes once more, and she blushed as he smiled at her again. Apparently, he had nothing better to do at the moment than fluster her.

“Acceptable, I suppose,” Tommy said to her then, giving her a nod along with his smile. “But I expect the same diligence with every piece of art in this house, so best you get down from there and pick up the pace.”

“I believe I was making progress just fine until you decided to interrupt, Mr. Shelby,” she said to him with a look, and Tommy’s smile widened.

“My apologies, love,” he replied. “Now get off my furniture.”

With that, Tommy reached his arms up to Y/N, and she quickly realized what he was getting at. But instead, she leaned down slightly to try and have him take the duster from her instead, which Tommy rejected with a quizzical brow before returning his eyes to her.

“I think you’re still going to need that, love,” he said to her.

“I know,” she answered, trying to give it to him again. “Just hold it for me while I get down, and bring that chair back over here.” She nodded toward the chair she’d used to step up onto the hutch earlier, which Tommy had pushed aside when he’d stopped in front of her.

He shook his head.

“I’m right here, Y/N,” he said, still looking at her. “Just jump.” He reached his arms out for her again.

She shook her head insistently.

“No,” she said.

“Why not?”

“Because...because I’m too big,” she said, suddenly feeling mortified. “I’m...no, Tommy. I’m too heavy.”

Tilting his head as he looked at her, Tommy paused for a moment before replying.

“Love, that’s a load of shit if I ever heard one,” he said to her. “Now jump.”

~To be continued...~

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Little Darling I (Thomas Shelby x Reader)

Summary: Birmingham has received a new club, one that is showcasing a exotic type of dance that is drawing in crowds, but it is one particular dancer that catches Thomas Shelby's eye... one that goes by the stage name: Little Darling

Warnings: 18+, eventual smut, stripper!reader, eventual smut, swearing, drinking, mentions of prostitution/ sex work, canon Peaky Blinders violence

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Part II

A new club in Peaky Blinder territory was something that always raised Tommy's attention; usually, he would pay no mind when they first pop up, but it seemed like this club was different.

The Scarlet Letter was what it was called, Tommy had been sitting in his office at Shelby Company Ltd. when John and Arthur had come in to report about this club. Apparently, the club was showcasing a unique type of dance with its female employees, one that involved the use of a pole?

"A bloody pole?" Tommy had scoffed at the mention. "How the bloody hell are these women dancing with a pole?"

"Have to go check it out to see", Arthur had replied with a cheeky grin. "From what we've heard, this club had been making money. No ties to any gangs either."

It was a sight to see inside The Scarlet Letter, women adorned in expensive lingerie, their hair adorned in pinned curls and lips painted a deep red, but what was interesting was they work masks that concealed half their face. Literal poles were scattered throughout the place, a barmaid and bartender maned two bars on either side of the place, both busy; sofas and booth seats surrounded some of the poles, paritions in certain parts of the building.

He noticed a few heavy built men guarding certain areas, Tommy realizing they were hired help for the women.

"Mr. Thomas Shelby", a voice boomed. "What a surprise to be seeing the Peaky Blinders in my establishment!"

Y/N ran the red lipstick over her lips, smacking her lips together to get the the color saturated onto her lips. The eyelash extensions she had glued on for the evening tying the whole look together as she made sure to careful wipe away any excess around her mouth just as the boss came in.

"Ladies", she boomed, "We got some big customers outside. Make sure to put on your best performances!"

Cherry Johnson was their boss, she was a woman of a tall stature with a loud, booming voice that commanded respect. But she was a good boss, always fair to them and making sure they were safe, she only had them dance or perform lap dances, never forcing them to go any further.

Cherry came over to her as Y/N was about to fix the mask on, "Y/N, do you mind taking on a particular client here?"

"What client?" she asked as she adjusted the mask and tied the ribbon to secure it.

She saw Cherry grin in the mirror, "Thomas Shelby. Told him I'd send him only the best of my girls."

Everyone had heard of Thomas Shelby, of the Peaky Blinders so she looked at Cherry with a little frown, her lips curled a little.

"He's an obvious big tipper, darling", Cherry said, Y/N sighed.

"Fine", Y/N said as she adjusted her corset. "But he better know the rules."

Cherry grinned even bigger if that was even possible.

Y/N waited behind the curtain, pushing her hair behind her shoulders as she waited for her arrival to be announced. They switched dancers every hour or so, changing sets and outfits, working the floor and private dances. She noticed that her two other co-workers, Babydoll and Lovely, were up next with her on the big stage.

"Hey there, Little Darling", Lovely said with a grin. "Heard the boss gave you some big fish to entertain."

"I just hope he isn't stingy with the tips", Y/N said as she heard Cherry begin to announce them.

"Look alive, ladies", Babydoll teased, "it's showtime."

Tommy leaned back in the plush velvet chair that was in front of the large stage, Arthur and John on either side of him as he inspected the area. Cherry, the boss, had told him that she was sending one of her best girls to dance for them, the crowd favorite, but Cherry had told him the rules and the biggest one was 'no touching'.

"Next up we got Lovely, Babydoll and your favorite... Little Darling!" Cherry announced to the eager crowd.

Tommy put his cigarette between his lips as he noticed the anticipation in John and Arthur, the eagerness in their bodies; Tommy wondered where Esme thought John was as she came out, a intricate corset and stockings piece with a garter on one plush thigh adorned her body. Pinned curls framed her masked face with those blood red, plump lips and sultry, bedroom lidded eyes that were just calling to him.

He didn't even notice his brothers be captivated by her or the other two dancers as she approached the pole, a sensual dance performed in front of him as she moved in a way he had never witnessed before. He noticed other patrons throwing... pounds? at them, the women sensually grabbing the bills and stuffing them into the attire.

"C'mon Tommy", John said, grabbing his shoulders and shaking him a little. "Let loose a little already."

His brothers were throwing notes onto the stage, Little Darling making a show of grabbing them and stuffing them into the corset with a wink. She was like a seductress on the stage, moving with the music, performing acrobatic moves on the pole, it amazed him so as he light another cigarette and placed it in his mouth, he reached into his inner coat pocket, grabbing some bills into his hand.

Little Darling gave him a seductive smile, moving from the pole and getting to her knees, begin to crawl towards him till she reached the end of the stage where he was; she tilted her head a little before she leaned forward, making a show of grabbing his hand that held the bills and guiding it to stuffing the bills into the front of her corset where her tits were.

She winked at him before blowing him a kiss.

Y/N made a good amount of money from her dancing on the stage, counting the pounds that were thrown before passing it to Cherry to take her part.

"Good show out there, N/N", Cherry said, handing her back the money she earned. "You got a private dance with a Mr. Shelby."

Y/N nodded, rolling her shoulders back before making sure her makeup was still good before heading to one of the private rooms.

Walking into one of the private rooms, she saw him there; the dimly light room only seemed to work in the man's favor, adding to the feeling of danger that already existed in the room. He had his cap off, it resting on one of the side tables in the room as he blew out a smoke of nicotine from his lips.

"Cherry tells me you're called Little Darling", Tommy said as she closed the door behind her.

"I am", she answered as she slowly walked towards them.

"Quite the performance you put on."

She moved to straddle his lap, draping her arms his shoulders with a lazy grin on her face.

"I could see you enjoyed it, very much."

She stared into his piercing blue eyes, she could see the lust swirling in his eyes as she begun to move her hips.

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.⋆｡No Is All｡⋆.

Thomas Shelby x plus size reader

No is a full sentence and maybe you need someone to remind you of that

Warnings: past abusive relationships, implied past SA, angst, reassurance, this is totally not a self-indulgent fics about my own relationships shut up, feeling pressured to have sex

WC: 1.1k

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The thrill of a new romance is like nothing else. The tentative touches, the soft brush of his lips against your cheek, the butterflies that take flight in your stomach whenever he smiles at you. It was all so perfect but it would end soon.

Thomas Shelby was by no means a patient man, he took what he wanted and he always got it. Even before he set his sights on you, you had seen the way he killed and maimed, bribed and blackmailed until he became the most powerful man in all of Birmingham and you knew he was well on his way to conquering England.

And when he finally asked you out after months of his icy gaze watching you from across the Peaky Blinders’ offices, you knew this day was inevitable.

You steeled yourself when he told you that dinner would be at his house that night, “wear something nice” he said. You hid the bolt of terror that shot through your body with a smile. “Don’t I always?” His blue eyes twinkled with amusement as he pecked your full cheek before he left.

Your hands trembled as you picked out the nicest undergarments you owned, laying them out on your bed beside the dark green dress Tommy loved you in. The hot shower was a welcome distraction, you could focus on the familiar routine of washing yourself instead of the anxiety churning in your stomach as the sun gradually got lower in the sky.

Thomas was a handsome man, probably far more handsome than you thought you deserved, and he respected you. There had been times where you ended dates early just so you could go home and relieve the ache between your soft thighs because he was so overwhelmingly attractive. You knew he was talented in bed too, practically everyone in Small Heath knew that.

But you didn’t know if you were ready for the next step.

You reassured yourself that it was just nerves, the natural ones that come with the beginning of a new relationship. But as your doorbell rang, you felt your heart drop. You took in a shuddering breath and opened the door.

Tommy was lazily smoking a cigarette, the blue-grey smoke curling around his cap like a halo. “Hi.” Immediately the cigarette left his lips and he put it out under his expensive black shoes. He was wearing that charcoal grey suit that you loved and you could smell his cologne (the nice one) from a couple feet away.

“Ya look gorgeous.” Heat crawled up your neck and bloomed across the apple of your cheeks. He lovingly offered you his arm as you stepped down onto the street. Your heart was beating so loudly in your ears, you thought he might be able to hear it. But Tommy just pulled you closer to him as you set off towards his house.

The wine bottle was empty, dessert finished, the dishes done. The flickering light of the fire illuminated the small living room in a comforting orange glow. The couch cushions cradled your body as you were pushed into them, Tommy’s weight keeping you pinned.

His jacket and tie had been discarded the second he asked if you wanted to have a glass of whiskey by the fire, leaving him more naked than you had ever seen him before. His white button-up did nothing to hide the supple muscles of his arms and torso.

The kisses started off sweet, just soft pecks on your cheeks, then your nose, then your jaw but soon enough, his face was buried in the crook of your neck, biting and sucking at the delicate skin. Your soft moans carried through the room as you clawed at his back.

It was nice, it felt good but when his right hand travelled from where he was gripping your wide hip to your thigh, you froze up. It was only for a second but with Tommy so close to you, with his lips against your pulse, he felt it.

“What’s the matter?” He was firm, straight to the point.

You shook your head. “It’s nothing. You can keep going if you want.” You tried to cup his angular jaw but he caught your hand before you could touch him.

“No. Tell me.” Light flickered across his face and for a moment, you were scared. 

Thomas Shelby could have anyone he wanted and he chose you, you should be giving something to him in return. Your blood ran cold with panic. “Y-you want to have sex with me.”

“Yes.” 

“So do it, I won’t stop you.” His eyes darkened and you saw the muscle in his jaw clench. Tommy squeezed your wrist tightly and suddenly you could see why so many feared him, calling him evil and a monster. You were powerless to stop him if he did decide to take you.

“I won’t take what I’m not given freely.”

“But-“

“No is all you need to say. I will wait until you are ready and not a moment before.” With a gentle kiss to your knuckles, he pulled away and sat back down on the other end of the couch, leaving you reeling.

This wasn’t right. “But I can take care of you.” The look he shot you shut you up immediately. 

“You aren’t ready, that’s the end of it.”

“But you’ll go to someone else!” Tears burned behind your eyes as you sat up.

“I’ve made do with my hand before, I wouldn’t cheat on you.” His voice held a note of irritation and you curled into yourself, the tears now dripping down your face, staining your dress with your despair. He sighed heavily through his nose before he took your hand once more. “You are more than just your body. I did not ask you to be mine because I just wanted to fuck you. I asked you because I wanted you.” He emphasised.

You sniffled and he cupped your cheek with his other hand. “So while I do want to fuck you, I won’t because you do not want it. I may be an evil man outside of these walls but I will never be that to you. Do you understand?” You nodded. “Good. Now be a good girl and come here.”

You fell into his arms as you continued to sob but Tommy just held you close as your tears faded and exhaustion won out. As quiet snores escaped your lips, he reached around to his jacket and grabbed a cigarette. One day, you would take him to your bed and he would worship you the way you deserve, the way you should have been worshipped. But until then, he was happy enough getting to hold you as you slept.

And he was right, no was all you had to say.

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Thomas Shelby x Female Reader (Oc) Pt. 3

You were sitting on the bed. “Save it. I already know what you’re going to say.” You told him, after spotting him by the door.

He raised an eyebrow. “Really? Tell me then. What was I going to say?” He said, in a deep tone. You pursued your lips. “This is about Lilybeth.” Thomas nodded. “And.”

You sighed. “And I met up with her when you said not to.” Thomas swiftly nodded his head up and down. “Exactly.” He pointed his finger at you. “I specifically told you to stay away from her. And what did you do.”

He stood a few feet away for you. “You went behind my back and saw her. Forget that. You were at the pub. Drinking while she was making a fool out of herself.”

“Tommy.” Thomas shook his head. He was furious and frustrated with himself. These feelings were consuming him. “Don’t Tommy me.” He snapped. You scoffed. “I don’t what this tension means between you and Lilybeth but it’s getting on my nerves.” You stood up from the bed.

“I’m getting sick of this.” You glared at him. Thomas laughed. Lilybeth. It all goes back to that woman.

He inhaled and exhaled, trying to calm himself down before saying anything that might hurt you and himself in the process.

He walked up to you. You moved back. “Alright. Listen to me. Okay.” He softly said, reaching out to you. “What for?” I already heard everything. It’s the same thing. Lilybeth this. Lilybeth that. If I didn’t know any better, I would say he was jealous of her.

“Come here.” He gestured for you to get near him. You reluctantly walked over to him. You stood in front of him. “What?” You asked, staring at him. “I’m sorry. My outburst was uncalled for.”

You glanced away. “Hey.” He gently said, reaching up with his hand and gently cupping your cheek so you would turn to look at him. “What? Thomas.” He smiled. “It’s Thomas now.” Your rolled your eyes. “What? You prefer love.” He smirked. “If you insist, I’ll take it.”

“In your dreams.” You clapped back. Thomas bit his lip. “Always.” He replied, staring at you with soft gaze. You’re always my love. In my dream, we’re together.

You looked at him. There’s that stare that Lilybeth talks about. You felt flustered and said the first thing that came to mind. “No. You’re my Thomas.” Thomas chuckled. “Your Thomas. I’ll have to get the rings ready.” Thomas said, staring at your lips.

You pulled away. Thomas hand dropped by his side. “I-I meant. Ugh. You know what I meant.” You rubbed your temple. Thomas nodded. “Don’t worry. Your Thomas knows.” He playfully replied, smiling at your flustered expression.

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[novashelby]

Can someone please write me some kinky ass with an innocent plus size reader!?!?!?!?! I need it.

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Fathers & Family Master Post! All the family stories I have are below! (Peaky Blinders & Bullet Train)

Peaky Blinders

Grab an End - Thomas Shelby & Teen Ruby Shelby

Ruby sneaks off to a party and needs Tommy’s help - Hurt / Comfort / Father daughter feels / coming of age

Moving Out - Thomas Shelby & Little Ruby Shelby

Little Ruby has had enough of Tommy’s BS - Hurt / Comfort - father-daughter feels / fix it/ happy ending

Sick - Thomas Shelby & Little Ruby Shelby

Ruby is on death's door, Tommy and family try to nurse her back to health

Da - Thomas Shelby & Little Teddy Shelby

The Kid’s first words & Tommy’s reaction - Super Fluff

We Are Not Good Men - Thomas Shelby & Adopted Teen Daughter Pt.2

 Reader is adopted when Tommy discovers that she had been working for him as a maid at 15 years old. Extreme fluff & hurt comfort. Hugs. Nondescriptive mentions of assault and beatings

A Vacation - Thomas Shelby X Reader & Family

Tommy needs to step up as a father, when his wife is pregnant again and put on bedrest a vacation is in order. Tommy takes them to stay in Cornwall and the reader watches everyone change for the better.

A Day at the Fair - Shelby boys & Finn

The boys promise him a day at the fair and it doesn’t go as planned - featuring lots of Tommy and Lizzy, plus Arthur and John

London Calling - Shelby Sister Reader

 (Shelby sister) has had enough of her family’s nonsense, she escapes to do things on her own. Only to find out years later the cause of her pain wasn’t what she thought it was.

First Hit - Finn Shelby Comming of Age

An outing takes an unexpected turn and Finn thinks its him time to step up. Featuring lots of kid Finn, buckets of innocence, lots of Tommy, and Lizzy to the rescue.

A Monster Under the Bed - Thomas X Reader & Daughter

Tommy helps a girl with an unexpected request that leads his heart somewhere it hasn’t been before

Closing Walls & Ticking Clocks - Thomas X Lizzie & Adopted Reader

who knew verbally assaulting a nun would win you the perfect family - Series

Growing Pains - Shelby Family & Reader Sister

Reader is the youngest of the Shelby clan and is often excluded due to her softer nature. When she gets hurt at the pub one day it quickly becomes everyone’s problem to fix it and make things right

Dad? - Tommy Shelby & Little Baby Sister

The last Shelby is born just before the war, when Tommy comes back caring for her is one of the only things he finds peace in.

Red - Thomas Shelby X Pregnant Reader

Redhead Reader finds out she’s pregnant with Tommy’s babe. This follows their wonders about what their child will be like.

Betrayal - Thomas Shelby & Reader Daughter

Reader is Tommy’s daughter. When she gets involved with a boy from a rival family, she knows that there is a lot on the line. Unfortunately for her, things don’t end well, causing Tommy to recall what it was like being in love with someone who stabs you in the back

Teddy Bear - Alfie & Little Girl from the Streets - Pt. 2

The reader gets lost wandering the streets, when she sees what she assumes is a bakery she sneaks in hoping to steal some scraps…. She gets caught by Alfie, initially terrified of his big size and loud voice she realizes he’s not so bad after all.

Allergies - Tommy Shelby X Reader Daughter

Thomas meets an unspeakable setback as he welcomes his new daughter into the world

Nonsense - Reader & Little Charlie Shelby

No one can understand what’s bothering little Charlie - no one except the reader

American Girl - Shelby Family & Sister Reader

The reader finds out more about her distant family after her Grandparents pass.

Her Father's Daughter - Thomas Shelby & Little Ruby Shelby

Follow up head cannons about how much Ruby adores her father.

Dresses - Thomas Shelby & Reader Daughter

While the ladies of the Shelby family are on vacation you realize you still need to find a ballgown for the big dance. Thankfully your dad is available.

Not a Child Anymore - Thomas Shelby & Reader Daughter

Tommy struggles with his daughter as she starts exploring the world of dating - After falling for Isaiah he catches them and all hell breaks loose

Me, Adopted? - Thomas Shelby & Reader Son

Charlie & Ruby play a prank on their little brother and tell him he's adopted.

I don't want to grow up - Tommy's daughter finds herself in an uncomfortable position while all the women are out of town - father-daughter comfort fic

Bullet Train

Values - Tangerine X Reader - Series

Tangerine can't help himself and decides to mess around while on the job - resulting in a very pregnant reader trying to track him down.

Adopt a Fruit - Tangerine & Lemon & Small reader child

A young girl falls into the hands of our two favorite assassins

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What I Like About You

Tommy x Plus sized female reader 

Warnings: negative thoughts about body image (very brief because I wanted this to be uplifting), very small teensy tiny nsfw line at the end (I couldn’t help myself).

One in which you drag Tommy along shopping and you blow his mind away with a bangin dress. FLUFFFFFFF.  I didn’t edit this so sorry for mistakes. I decided I’m gonna make a series of plus sized one shots. Fight me 😂

Word Count: 749  

Side Note: You are all beautiful! Big, small, and everything in between. I don’t want skinny people to feel not included by this, I’m just a plus sized girl who needed some plus sized lovin’. All bodies are beautiful bodies please remember that. 

This was the fifth store you’d drug him in over the course of the last hour. He loved you, he really did, but you sure knew how to test his patience. Fortunately for you, he also loved to keep a smile on his girl’s face so he dutifully followed you between shops.

Tommy Shelby didn’t have many soft spots, that was a given, but it was also a given that his biggest soft spot was reserved for you and you alone. That bloody spot is what got him carrying bags of your shopping. All it took was a small smile, and a “please Tom” and he was done for. He cursed the way dimples formed on your plump cheeks when you smiled at him. He even cursed the way your chin sometimes became two when you laughed. He found you so damn endearing.  

While he loved you, he did not love shopping. You had encouraged him to take a look around while you tried on a few dresses that caught your eye. For you he tried, but it wasn’t long before he was lounging on a couch in front of your dressing room. Smoke whirled around his face as he titled his head back, sighing loudly. He closed his eyes as he took another drag. The clearing of your throat immediately snapped Tommy back to attention. He couldn’t stop his mouth from dropping open in shock as his eyes roamed over your body.

You stood before him in an absolutely sinful dress. It was the color of expensive red wine, with a slit clean up to the hip. The dress hugged your voluptuous frame, and accented all of your best features. You were a vision as you stood with your arms confidently on your hips, a smirk twitching teasingly against your mouth.

“So what d’ya think,” you said with a cheeky smile on your face.

Tommy only gulped in response.

You giggled at the dumbfounded expression he currently wore. You decided teasing him would be the most rewarding option as you slinked towards him. You swayed your full hips in such an exaggerated manner that it was almost comical to you. Tommy saw nothing funny about it as his hand went to the tie around his neck that was suddenly too tight.

You leveled Tommy with a coy smile when you finally stopped in front of him. You placed one hand lightly on his shoulder as you started to speak.

“What’s wrong Thomas? Cat got your tongue?”

He rubbed his hands over his face before turning to you. He abruptly stood, placing a kiss on your dimpled hand. You used to pull away quickly whenever he would try to kiss your hands. You only started to let him when he swore that your dimples were what he liked most about you. You always believed your hands were too big to be loveable. You used to view yourself like how you viewed your hands: too big to be loveable. You thought the extra weight on your hips, and the pooch on your stomach made you incapable of being the object of anyone’s affection. You thought you were less of a woman because of the stretch marks that painted your skin. Tommy frowned when you expressed how much you hated those jagged red lines. He spent hours after your confession kissing every stretch mark on your body. You never complained about them again.

Slowly, you learned to love yourself. It wasn’t easy, and Tommy wiped many tears off your cheeks in the process. Eventually, loving yourself was natural to you. Looking back, you wondered why you hated yourself for so long. Your body was strong, and big, and beautiful. You wouldn’t be where you were now without it. You embraced your beauty unapologetically, and never looked back.

“You really will kill me one day, you know that right? Look at you love,” he twirled you in front of him so he could continue his appraisal, “Beautiful, absolutely beautiful.”

He stopped you mid twirl to pull you into his chest. You beamed at him when you felt him press a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“You like the dress then?” you said coyly.

He snorted at you in response, “Of course I like the dress. I have a bloody hard on just looking at you.”

You gasped and hit his chest playfully.

“Thomas, my god we are in public,” you said as red dusted your cheekbones.

“Can’t help it love, not when you look like that.”

[ssweetleaf]

precious and fragile things — t.s

pairing — tommy shelby x fem!reader

includes — sexual content, pwp, dom/sub dynamics, slight daddy kink (i’m sorry, i couldn’t help myself), face slapping, teensy bit of a degradation, innocence kink?

a/n — this might seem very out of character for tommy, i don’t think i’ve captured his character too well, but i enjoyed writing this nevertheless! feedback is very much appreciated. <3

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She had asked him to corrupt her; wanting with such desperation to be used and have her innocence altered into something much more devilish and crude. Y/n craved his touch, his taste, the heavy weight of his cock on her tongue and such thoughts had never even plucked up the courage to cross her virtuous little mind before.

And still, with a strong hand wrapped firmly against her face, squishing her cheeks with the weight of his palm — she still wanted more.

“Who knew my little angel was such a whore,” Tommy’s eyes were swarming, brum so matter-of-fact and he parted her thighs with a knee, pinning her in place to cease her squirming. “begging me to use you, to fuck you dumb. S’pathetic really.”

She was gasping, whining through pouted lips, but her babbles were soon cloaked by the intrusion of his fingers. Two thick digits slipped past her lips and he hummed lowly when she sucked at them — cheeks hollowing around them as if they were the thickness of his cock.

Y/n was clutching onto his wrist — warmth spotting her cheeks and the tips of her ears, chest heaving from the pace his digits were pumping between her tinted lips.

His free hand was trailing along her thigh, the calluses that adorned his palm pricked at her skin before he bunched up the fabric of her dress with deft fingers.

“Come on,” he cooed, removing the fingers from her mouth, just to press the silky material into her own hands. “hold onto it, little one. Wanna see this pretty cunt.”

Y/n nodded with compliance, she could feel her nipples hardening to a peak, achingly stiff under the layers of clothing that she inwardly begged would come from her soon and Tommy’s fingertips grazed the hem of her panties, swiping back and forth along the thin fabric that covered her slit — cotton so saturated and practically dripping, his digits started to glisten in the dull light.

Her mouth was dripping with expletives along with the outline of spit that had dribbled from her babbling — the profanity felt so foreign, more so for Tommy’s ear than her own and he himself had some obscenities slip at her desperate crooning.

“Watch that mouth of yours, little girl,” he spoke, thumb pressed against her clit — so swollen and engorged, the cream-coloured cotton held taut against her sensitivity.

Whimpering and watching him through glassy eyes, her eyelashes fluttered, silently imploring for any sort of stimulation.

He was slow with his movements, and she knew he was doing it on purpose, an unoccupied hand scratching at the thickness of her thigh with blunt nails. And before she could protest, tell him to hurry up, to give her what she craved — his ghosting digits had been pulled away, instead a hand wrapped around her throat and squeezed with his thumb and fingers.

“So fuckin’ needy for my cock, eh?” He muttered, gaze flickering between each eye and the corner of his lips twitched upwards. “Want me to fill you up to the brim, s’that what you want, greedy girl?”

Y/n nodded with a vigour, clutching desperately at his wrist and she felt the need to squeeze her thighs shut just to alleviate the throbbing that was between them.

With a heavy palm, a brisk slap had been wreaked against her already burning cheek, and the plump flesh seared with the sting.

“Answer me,” his speech barely below a mutter, though those swarming, blue eyes of his had her wanting with a hefty desire to comply. “I’m getting impatient, little one. Don’t want to keep daddy waiting, do you?”

Her lips stuttered, waterline glistening with the faint outline of her unshed tears and her clammy hands still held on tightly to the skirt of her dress, the skin upon her knuckles taut and flexing. All because of a single word he had used to address himself — a single word he knew she’d react to. Daddy.

“Oh, daddy,” she exhaled with a sigh, chest heaving and her lashes fluttered against her cheeks, eyelids shut so tight she swore she saw stars. “Please. Wanna be used by you- I’ll be such a good girl, I promise!”

The rough pad of his thumb circled her cheekbone, swiping away the tears that had managed to slip already — gaze hazy and blurred, looking absolutely fucked-out and all it took was a few filthy words.

“Alright, love,” he cooed, pressing himself even closer to her, his cock stiff and twitching, the confines of his trousers absolutely suffocating. “want me to make you cum, eh? Want daddy to show you what it’s like to be filled?”

Y/n’s senses were on overload — the dulled scent of whiskey and tobacco had her knees buckling — mixing with the sweet perfume that she had spritzed upon her neck that morning.

Nodding exuberantly, she leaned forward to peck him on the mouth, lips wet and glistening and once she pulled back she couldn’t help but release the whimper that had been building inside her throat.

“Yes, daddy-” she uttered, reaching out a hand to clutch onto the lapels of his suit jacket. “want you to ruin me.”

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Mistletoe

12 Days of Christmas 2021

Thomas Shelby x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 2039 words

Warnings: This is probably going to be edited at some point. I’m not super happy with it. 

Summary: Decorating Tommy's office when he insists he's too busy to do it himself

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Thomas was a busy man.

You never would have argued that, but as much as you respected how important his work was to him, you also wished he would take some more time for himself, especially around this time of year.

He needed it, and that had never been more clear to you than right now.

After all, you had just walked into his office with the morning news and a cup of hot coffee to find that Thomas had neglected to even begin to celebrate the holidays, which you thought was a crime.

This far into the season, there should have at least been a stocking by the fireplace or something, but there was nothing to be found.

Clearly, he hadn’t even considered decorating and he definitely should have started doing that by now.

Your house was decorated to the nines, but there was no sign of the holiday within the confines of his office, for whatever reason.

“Good morning Tommy” you hummed, setting the paper down on his desk without giving it a second thought, before handing him his coffee mug, which he took without even glancing up from the paperwork he’d been studying.

You’d only just gotten up to take Charlie to school but that didn’t mean anything for a man like Thomas. In fact, if you had to guess, you would have assumed that he’d been here since before the sun came up.

It was just what he did.

At first, Thomas only grunted in response, his way of letting you know that he recognized the fact that you’d spoken but that was all you could have hoped to get out of him.

He was far too enthralled in his work to engage in small talk right now.

Still, that changed rather quickly when he realized that rather than making yourself comfortable somewhere else like you normally would, you were just standing by the fireplace.

Obviously, you were looking for something, but no matter how much Thomas tried, he couldn’t figure out what it was you were searching for.

“What are you doing?” he asked, after a few minutes passed without you saying anything, or moving from your place, You had this puzzled look on your face, as you looked around the entire expanse of the room.

He just had no idea what it was for.

…and it was becoming more and more obvious that you weren’t going to tell him on your own.

“Just thinking” you allowed, folding your arms across your chest as you’d been known to do, further confusing your loving husband because naturally, you weren’t picking up on his meaning.

It was odd.

Not that he was about to argue. Thomas Shelby had been married far long enough to know that something like that was a trap.

“May I ask what about?” he pressed further, setting the paper down entirely so that he could focus all of his attention on you, and whatever it was that had gotten under your skin this morning.

He’d never seen you act so strangely before, and that was definitely saying something given how long you’d been married.

“It’s Christmas Tommy, and you haven’t decorated the office yet” you sighed, giving in to his poking and prodding finally. You and Charlie had been celebrating plenty as of late, making cookies and singing carols in the park, but Thomas had yet to partake.

Outside of reading festive stories to the young boy before bed, the man in question hadn’t even been celebrating the holiday season so far.

It was hardly what you’d been expecting from him.

Of course, Thomas had a lot of business to attend to in order to keep the business up and running but there was nothing keeping him from surrounding himself with holiday cheer while he did it.

At least, not in your eyes.

“Why would I decorate the office? I’m the only one who spends time here, my love” he countered, that loving tone in his voice that made it clear to you that he had no intentions of doing as you asked.

It was something he always did, when you had no real hope of understanding some underground deal he was planning or shouldn’t ask too many questions but this wasn’t exactly like those other times.

This was just in your own home, and there was no reason not to decorate.

“That’s not true. I’m here right now, besides, it may help to put you in a better mood” you winked, teasing him even so slightly as you took one final glance around the room.

It really was shameful.

“Maybe so, but It doesn’t really matter because I hardly have time to decorate of all things” Thomas continued, thinking about all the races and meetings he had to attend, not to mention everything else.

He understood where you were coming from, of course, and always appreciated your sense of whimsy but that didn’t mean all the adult matters in your lives faded away.

It wasn’t as if Santa was going to handle it for him, as much as maybe he wished he would.

The only person who could handle Thomas Shleby’s business was Thomas Shelby, no matter what you wanted from him.

“I know, my love” you allowed, more than aware of all the things on Tommy’s plate. Just because he was the head of the family as of right now, that didn’t mean that you were entirely blind to his responsibilities.

You were the one who handled all the other things in his life, after all.

Still, it was obvious that Thomas didn’t care one way or another about the state of his office. If the only reason it wasn’t decorated was because he didn’t have time, then you were going to do it for him.

Which could only really mean one thing.

It was about to be Christmas time in the Shelby home office, with or without your husband’s permission.

~

“Are you ready for your surprise, my love?” you grinned, thinking back to all the things you had been doing for the past few days in preparation for the holiday season.

It hadn’t been easy, that was for sure.

Still, you had put so much work into getting Thomas’ office ready for Christmas that you were sure it was bound to pay off. After all, you had pulled out all the stops and it was bound to work.

Tommy liked Christmas, he just didn’t really have time to celebrate it now that he was almost solely in charge of the Shelby family decisions.

“I suppose” came your husband's reply, a soft smile on his face as he tried to allow himself to feel as excited about this as you were, ignoring all the things he still had to do today on top of everything.

It was a hell of a lot, but that didn’t mean he was going to ignore your delighted request. He knew better than to turn a blind eye to his wife’s holiday request, especially after you’d put so much work into it.

“You’re going to love it” you decided, before finally opening the door to his office with a triumphant shove.

It looked completely different inside.

Before today, Thomas’ office looked exactly as anyone would have expected his office to look. It was organized and entirely functional without too much personality at all, not that you could blame him.

When you lived like Tommy did, you could only really get excited over so much and when he wasn’t with you and Charlie, he was almost all business.

He couldn’t help himself.

Still, he liked the fact that you had gone all out to surprise him just because you wanted to do whatever you could to brighten the space he spent so much time in.

It was one of the reason’s he’d fallen in love with you in the first place. You never failed to remind him that not everything was life and death as he so often acted like it was.

Sometimes, he was just a father and a husband.

“You did all this?” he hummed, looking around at all the little details you’d managed to shove into the space. It hardly looked like the room it was before and while he wouldn’t have ever done it for himself, it was nice.

It was festive, if nothing else.

“Yeah, with some help from the boys” you smiled, thinking back to the moment you’d asked Arthur and John to help you get the Christmas tree up to his office, from the lot. It was one of the largest they had, and absolutely beautiful.

However, that only made it more difficult to transport and you honestly thought that John was going to give up at one point or another.

Luckily though, the boys were happy to help once you asked a few times, even going so far as to guilt them into agreeing just so you’d get what you wanted.

Thomas deserved a festive workspace, and after all he'd done for them, they knew better than to argue. Not to mention the fact that after they’d lived with Polly for so many years, they knew better than to argue with a broad in love.

It never worked out well for them before.

“Looks good” he hummed, in the most typical Thomas Shelby tone you’d ever heard from his throat, as he immediately searched for the bourbon, which you’d left exactly as he’d had it.

Some things didn’t need improving upon.

“You like it?” you grinned, thrilled that this had gone over as well as you could have ever hoped. When it came to Tommy, you were never quite sure when you were crossing the line but in general, he humored you.

Especially when all you wanted to do was show him just how much you cared for both him and the holiday season itself.

“Sure do, love” he nodded, downing half his glass without hesitation, only to find something he hadn’t been expecting above his head.

Something you had definitely hidden specifically for him to find.

Mistletoe.

Strategically placed just above his bar cart, there was a sprig of fresh mistletoe, tied together with some twine and hanging from the rafters.

“Surprise! You didn’t think I’d do all this for nothing, did you?”

Now it was your turn to tease, a soft smirk on your face as you neared him, taking one more moment to admire the work you’d done.

From the lights strung around the perimeter of the room to the perfectly stitched stockings hung with care by the fireplace, nothing was out of place but you were more excited about the piece in question than anything else.

It was the perfect thing to finish off the whole thing, at least, for you.

“Course not. I should have known to look for it” Thomas chuckled, admiring your work in time with you before finally committing to the thing you both knew was coming, his arm slung around your waist.

It wouldn’t have been the first time you had done something like this to catch him off guard and he shouldn’t have been surprised.

You had always been this way, ever since you two had first met, and he hoped that you would never change.

Without missing a beat, Thomas pressed his lips into yours for one of the sweetest mistletoe kisses the two of you had ever shared, his bourbon scented breath fanning your face as he pulled away from you.

“Merry Christmas, Mr. Shelby” you hummed, smiling as you pulled back, more glad that you’d done this with every second that passed.

It really was just as worth it as you’d originally thought it would be.

“Merry Christmas to you, Mrs. Shelby” Thomas replied, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead as he tried to focus on the way he was feeling now, in order to remember it forever.

Sometimes he forgot that his business wasn’t the most important thing in the world, but in moments like this, it had never been more obvious.

Which meant your job here was done.

You knew it was going to go over well. No one should have to skip enjoying the holiday season, your husband least of all.

[an-eclectic-of-mass-destruction]

Tommy “talk shit, get hit” Shelby doesn’t play about his girl 🫶

How would Tommy react to plus sized reader being mocked by his associates/rivals/enemies?

Like Jack, Luca, Oswald, and Gina.

Once again…

…DOES. NOT. TOLERATE. IT.

They say one word of insult or offense towards you, and Tommy will have them on the ground, bleeding, gun to their head with the threat of finishing the job if they ever utter a single word about you ever again.

[motherofdogs1010]

Masterlist

I write with chubby-coded/plus sized, racial inclusive readers in mind; very rarely do I mention anything about a reader's physical appearance, all are welcome and are written in mind for everyone to enjoy!!

Must be 18+ to join taglists

I also take frequent mental health breaks since I do suffer from poor mental health, BUT writing is my safe space so I will always come back to you guys ❤️

Key:

💋 18 + Smut

😊 Fluff

💔 Angst

🖤 Dark Storyline

😉 Omegaverse

Laurel Sickness (Sonny Carisi x Reader) 🖤

Summary: Laurel Sickness is an case of extreme case of obsessive love that is sweeping the globe with no explanation. People are becoming just as mad as Apollo once was when he first set his godly eyes on the virgin nymph, Daphne.

Warnings: 18+ only, dark!fic, toxic behavior, gaslighting, dystopian society, dark!Sonny Carisi, stalking, stalker!Sonny Carisi, the world's messed up in this story, age gap relationship, forced relationship, eventual non-con/dub-con, Stockholm Syndrome

Part I Part II TBA

Need to Know (Peter Parker x Reader) 💋

Inspired by Doja Cat's "Need to Know"

Summary: When she was ready to get back out on the dating scene after dumping a certain Winter Soldier, Y/N was a woman ready to get back out there. She just never expected to find herself in a relationship with a certain nerdy spider.

Warnings: older woman/younger man, age gap relationship, heavy smut, drinking, swearing, daddy kink, mentions of cheating, toxic ex behavior, eventual pregnancy

Part I Part II Part III COMING SOON

Please, Please (Peter Parker x Reader) 💋

Re-write of 'Need to Know'

Part I

Little Darling (Thomas Shelby x Reader) 💋

Summary: Birmingham has received a new club, one that is showcasing a exotic type of dance that is drawing in crowds, but it is one particular dancer that catches Thomas Shelby's eye... one that goes by the stage name: Little Darling

Warnings: 18+ only, eventual smut, stripper!reader, mentions of prostitution/sex work, canon Peaky Blinders violence, swearing, drinking

Part I Part II Part III Part IV COMING SOON

Letters to Juliet & Romeo (Thomas Shelby x Reader) 😊💔

Inspired by 'Letters to Juliet' film...

Summary: Heartbroken and in the midst of the Great War as a nurse, Y/N L/N writes to a person she never expected to write to before... her brother's friend, Thomas Shelby... But the war's over now and it is time to face the letters...

Warnings: angst, wartime talk, fluff, reunion, pre-Peaky Blinders Tommy, solider!Tommy, nurse!Reader, chubby!reader, age gap (everyone is of age)

Part I Part II

Of Messiahs and Seeds (Dark!Paul Atreides x Reader) 🖤💋

Summary: Emperor Paul of House Atreides has set forth with expansion of his empire on the planets that have resisted and has now come across the last stronghold that resists him: Terra Millennium...

Warnings: 18+ only, eventual NONCON/DUBCON, eventual forced marriage and pregnancy, violence, language, drinking, chubby!reader, dark!Paul Atreides, spoilers for Dune Part 2

Part I Part II Part III Part IV COMING SOON

A Jedi in Arrakis (Paul Atreides x Reader) 💋💔😊

Summary: While on the run from Empire troops, Jedi padawan Y/N comes to find out that hyper-driving in a compromised craft can have some major setbacks when she discovers not only is on a new planet but a whole new galaxy as well...

Warnings: jedi!reader, eventual 18+, NSFW, angst, fluff, eventual smut/pinv!sex, oral sex, talks of questioning the Force and teachings, spoilers for Dune Part I and II, eventual marriage

Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part V Part VI TBA

Solar Flare (Feyd-Rautha x Reader) 💋

Summary: Chosen as the bride of na-Baron Feyd-Rautha, Y/N finds herself at the hands of the sadistic na-Baron who seems keen on having his bride on their wedding night...

Warnings: 18+ only, NSFW, arranged marriage, DUBCON/ pinv sex, fingering, loss of virginity, brief knife kink, small breeding kink, crude language, forced arranged marriage

Dividers by @firefly-graphics & me

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[zodiyack]

Brainless Fools

Requested by anon: Hi!! Love you writing 🖤🖤 If you’re okay with it, I was wondering if you would be okay to write a Thomas Shelby smutty/angsts situation with a plus-size fem reader? Maybe she’s down on herself or someone makes a comment that she can’t shake but he wants to make her feel loved 😭 (If not that’s totally okay!!!!! I just love him so much 🥺 But I also am excited for any Thomas things you have coming up 🖤)

Pairing: Thomas Shelby x Female!Plus-Size!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, angst, fluff

Words: 625

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Masterlist | Peaky Blinders

He paced back and forth, mumbling to himself. Y/n, his wife, crossed her arms and rolled her eyes. “It’s not a big deal Tommy.”

“Not a big deal?” Thomas sputtered, “You act like it’s a big deal-”

“To me! It’s not about you!”

“What you deal with, I deal with as well! That’s how a marriage works!” He grabbed a bottle from one of his shelves and walked back to his desk. Tommy poured himself some before glancing up at Y/n, wordlessly asking if she’d like some, to which she shook her head.

“Really? Because last I checked, you don’t lie to your wife.”

“Lie? W-”

“Yes. Lie. You tell me I’m beautiful- tell me that what others say is nowhere near the truth-”

“Because! You are beautiful! Nothing of what they say is ‘the truth’!” He groaned, leaning back in his chair and resting an elbow on his desk, supporting his face as he watched her.

“And how am I supposed to believe you.” Tommy opened his mouth to interrupt, but she continued, feelings flooding out before she could stop them. “You tell me, over and over, but then someone says something. Why is it that I hear it from someone else? Why is that a majority of Birmingham tells me that you’re just using me? Why is that that same majority says you would never willingly marry someone like... someone... someone like- someone like me?”

“W-what? What do you mean, love?”

“Don’t ‘love’ me. I’m talking about...the girls Birmingham imagines you to be with have tiny waists, tiny wrists, tiny...fucking- tiny everything! Sure, maybe some’ve got tits or an actual ass, but the rest of them? The rest of their bodies?” She wiped away the tears that threatened to escape, refusing to cry in front of her husband despite having done so many times before. “As my husband, you should be telling me the truth! Not your friends, not Lizzie Stark, no one but you should be telling me this shit! I’m tired of it!”

The room was quiet, aside from Y/n’s sniffles. “Talk to me!” Thomas remained silent, much to Y/n’s dislike. His face held a look of concentration. Y/n didn’t understand why, but it agitated her just as much as his silence.

“Lizzie...Lizzie had a part in this?”

Her anger faded into confusion. “What?”

“Answer the question, Y/n. Did Lizzie have a part in this?”

“Well... yeah but-”

“Fuck,” He looked down, “who else?”

Y/n scoffed, “Why would you want to k-”

“Y/n.” Her gaze snapped to his face, eyes making contact harshly. The way he looked at her...she didn’t know why, but she felt compelled to give in, to give him her whole life story had he just asked her too. “Who, else?”

“The people at the bar...a few blinders, but the rest...just normal folk who live in Birmingham too. Then there’s Lizzie and... and the girls she spends her time with...”

“Shit...I’ll deal with it, love-”

“How? How exactly are we going to fix this? I can’t believe you nor can I recover from the shit that’s been said about me. We can make them shut up, but I can’t just forge-”

“They’re brainless fools, Y/n. If they had even a single braincell, they could see just how gorgeous- how breathtaking you are.“ Tommy stood up from his desk, walking over to his wife and pulling her close to him, “You are a marvelous, strong, courageous, smart, loving woman. I have no regrets of marrying you, and I shall prove my love to you in any, and every, way possible, with you holding the reins, lest you ever think something so...so...so untrue, ever again.”

He kissed her lovingly, smiling as he pulled away. “Remember, love. They’re only brainless fools.”

[crowwritesaway]

Thomas Shelby Best Friend XXII

“I don’t know why Jade feels entitled to speak of her as if you guys are still together.” Thomas snapped, slamming his door behind him.

Zoey sat down in her office. She rubbed her eyes. It seems like everything and everyone are turning against me.

She looked around her office. I wonder if my mum is okay.

She clenched her jaw. Why can’t she just accept me? I’m tired of her making me feel unworthy…making me feel like a burden.

Maybe it is best to cut ties with her. It’s not like she’ll love me after everything.

Three knocks at the door snapped her out of her thoughts. “Come in.” Zoey said, clearing her throat. She wiped her face. A few tears had managed to slip out of her eyes.

“Zoey. Hi, here’s some files that need to be signed by you.” Lizzie told Zoey. She put them on her desk. Zoey nodded at her.

Lizzie smiled and went to walk away. “Lizzie, wait. I need your opinion on something. Close the door and shut the blinds.” Zoey told her.

Lizzie shut the door and closed the blinds. “Give me a second. Let me just write it out first.” Zoey said, taking a sheet of paper and grasping a pen on her other hand. Zoey scribbled the following:

a. Follow my heart.

b. Listen to my mind.

c. Rely on my instincts

d. Leave it all behind

e. Burn everything in my path

Zoey put her pen down. She looked up at Lizzie and asked her, “Pick a letter from a through e.”

Thomas glanced out of his office and frowned. “Where’s Lizzie?” Thomas asked John who walked by.

John shrugged. “Haven’t seen her. Was about to go see Zoey in her office.”

Thomas rolled his eyes. “You don’t have any work to do?” He swore under his breathe.

John smirked. “What? I can’t see Zoey.”

Thomas shook his head. He glanced at Zoey office. He tilted his head. “She’s there. But why are her blinds closed.”

John’s head snapped toward Zoey’s office. He clicked his tongue. “Whoever it is, must be important.”

Thomas nodded. He shut the door behind him. But not as important as me. He headed towards Zoey’s office. John followed him.

“Hmm…I don’t know.” Lizzie said, nervous. “There’s no right or wrong answers. Just say...”

“Answer to what.” Thomas asked, walking inside her office. “Nothing that concerns you.” Zoey said, snatching the paper off her desk.

“What’s that?” John asked, after seeing how she gripped the paper tightly.

“This is my business.” Zoey answered. “Lizzie, you can go. Thanks for the lovely chat.”

Lizzie got up and before she left, she said, “My answer is d.” Zoey looked away from John and grinned to herself.

“Answer to what!!” Thomas snapped, walking up to Zoey. Zoey tucked the note in her pocket and snapped back, “Answer to whatever I’m doing. Answer to stop myself from losing my fucking mind! Answer to stop myself from living in pain… Answer to… what I don’t feel certain about!” She stood up from her chair.

“Alright, let’s calm down.” Arthur said, stepping in. Zoey moved away for Thomas. For the second time in his life, Zoey glared at him. She was furious.

Zoey heavily sighed. She gritted her teeth. “Thomas…Thomas.” She growled in her mind.

She bit her lip, contemplating what to do next. Alright. Alright. Let it go. As angry and fed up as I am. I can’t bite the hand that feeds me. Unless…

“Thomas, I’m going to take a break. Now, before you interrupt. This is not a goodbye. This is…this. Everything is gonna be fine. I just need to step away for a moment.” Zoey said, letting go of her lip and staring at him. She no longer glared at him. She looked at him, her eyes were dull. They didn’t have that sparkle.

Thomas reluctantly nodded. John looked at Thomas, shaking his head. Giving up so easily.

“Alright. Alright.” Thomas replied softly. He didn’t want to scare her away. He knew Zoey would run off if he pressured her into staying.

“Do what you want.” Thomas said, taking one last glance at her and walking out. Arthur had let go of Zoey. He patted her back and wished her luck.

John stayed silent. He didn’t know what to say. He only knew he wanted her to stay.

Zoey looked at John. “John, I would say don’t worry but that would be selfish. I-I I’ll write you a letter if you want.” John’s head snapped up to look at her. A letter. Like a lover.

“I’ll try my best. I won’t be a ghost. I’ll come around like always.” Zoey whispered, shoving the paper in her pocket.

“If that’s what you want. Then, I’ll support you.” John mumbled, smiling at her.

Zoey smiled back. She walked around the table and hugged him. He held onto her tightly. He secretly took the paper. He hadn’t forgotten about it.

He was the only one who could steal from Zoey. It was something that annoyed and amused Zoey.

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[plussizeappreciationfics]

Can I have HCs of Tommy Shelby falling and dating a POC who makes Black hair products and make-up for dark skinned women. She has knowledge in Chemistry and Herbs, but hasn't finished school, because of an injury she had in her childhood. However, she learned from books. She loves Sci-Fi and Horror books. She's usually blunt and funny; seems confident and flirty, but she's really socially awkward and tries to build herself up before entering in a big crowd, despite wanting to stay in a corner.

I hope you like it!

Having Tommy fall for your beautiful and independent cute ass includes:

 -Him walking up to you at your favorite herb store while you’re in the middle of contemplating which ones to buy. You don’t see the handsome gentleman making his way to you as you’re really deep in your thoughts

 -Your brain tuning his presence out, a normal mechanism of yours when you’re outside

 -Him then having to clear his throat before your eyes bless his, his heart instantly skipping several beats while he tries to remember when he ever saw a woman as beautiful as you before

 -“Uhm…Can I help you?” you awkwardly ask while feeling a little anxious as you’re not the most social person, especially when being outside

 -Tommy instantly starting a conversation with you and smoothly drops the cutest compliments in between, leaving you grinning and looking away shyly

 -Him then quickly finding out about your hobbies and the fact that you run your own makeup and hair products for dark skinned beauties like yourself

 -Tommy being amazed while you explain how society has always taught that women like you aren’t worth kindness and respect and how you hope to change it by showing every dark skinned person how beautiful they are and how to take good care of themselves

 -You loving how positively he reacts to your words and immediately is interested in learning more by asking you out for a cup of coffee

 -You happily accepting his offer

 -The two of you then meeting up and Tommy being more amazed by you, he wonders how he was able to live his whole life in such a privileged bubble and his motivated to get away from it and educate himself

 -The date ending up in the two of you kissing, your lips still tingling when he walks you home while intertwining your fingers

 -Tommy being a sucker for you, always spending time with you and even helping you grow out your company by trying to attract as many people as possible, using his privilege and knowledge

 -But him also making sure not to pressure you to go and mingle in big crowds as he knows about your social anxiety

 -But when you actually leave the house, he’s always by your side and holds your hand or kisses you gently while reminding you that he’ll take you back to your place in case you feel overwhelmed

 -When the two of you are alone, you often ready your favorite horror books to him while he either lets you lie down on top of him or he’ll have his head in your lap and enjoy the gentle scalp massage you give him

 -Tommy also loves it when you cook him some scrumptious homemade foods that you love. Sometimes you can’t even finish cooking as he’s nibbling at your neck while whispering how much he wants to be buried deep inside you

 -It only takes you a few nasty whispers for you to feel aroused and let him carry you to your bedroom or living room where he’ll be busy bringing you to countless orgasms for the following hour

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[huntingingoodwill]

accessory to matrimony - part i

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a/n: haha get it it’s like accessory to murder but it’s not because it’s marriage. i’m kind of a literary giant, you guys. anyway. arranged marriage to consolidate power time! we love a good strategy. if you don’t have a brother, surprise! you have one now. i hope you enjoy and consider interacting with this story/my blog :)) okay love ya bye 

“God, Eddie! What’ve you gotten me into?!” You wailed, leaning out of the car window, eyes practically popping out of your skull at the gargantuan house that you were quickly  approaching. The cold wind whipped your hair about you, and you tried to brush it back to better gape at Arrow House. 

Your brother leant against you to poke his head out of your window. 

“What? I thought you’d like it! Looks comfy enough.” He laughed, squinting against the wind before grasping onto your fur-adorned arm, yanking you back into the car. 

“It’s huge! You know I’m no good with directions.” You exclaimed, sidling over to smooth your hair back in the rearview mirror, much to the exasperation of your chauffeur. 

Eddie snorted. 

“Maybe your new husband will hire a tour guide.”

You shoved him, making him cackle. New husband. You’d have your first formal meeting with him today. 

When Eddie had travelled all the way to your family home a month earlier, you knew your elder brother wasn’t coming just to visit your parents. 

He had sat in quiet contemplation all the way through dinner, not even trying to distract you to steal food off your plate like he always did. 

When he finally broke his silence to propose the idea of an arranged marriage with the Shelby family, it didn’t take you long to accept. 

Your family was influential, to say the least. You came from power, money, and had fingers in a reasonable amount of pies across the world. Recently, you’d been hearing more and more about their family and how your brother, who was handling most of your own family’s business in England, was skirting ever closer to their spheres of influence, how closely they were involved in the matters your family was involved in. 

The world was changing, but to your brother, who often lamented about the Shelbys, it seemed to be getting smaller. They seemed to have gained so much traction in your world of business so quickly, their boldness helping them especially. They couldn’t topple the legacy your family spent years building, but they presented a rather substantial disturbance, one that your family would much like to avoid. But what with their alliances and burgeoning power, it seemed impossible to make them disappear from your sights, and despite initial opposition to each other, your brother and the Shelbys decided, a little begrudgingly, that the best outcome would be to merge business in England, not without collateral of course. 

The marriage would provide something stronger than just a contract to seal the merger, something to ensure trust. And from your family’s standpoint, it would be good to have an insider in the Shelby family, keeping an eye on them. 

If having to deal with one man would ensure your family’s security, boost the status of both families and avoid clashes in business in England, you didn’t mind. 

Your family trusted you. You had already managed to establish yourself fairly well, studying at university and accompanying your brother on business trips. You understood the workings of the business, and like your brother, you were a valuable asset. 

Plus, you had heard your betrothed was older than you. If you were lucky he’d kick the bucket soon enough for you to have at least a few years as a rich widow. 

“I don’t get what you’re so upset about, our family compound’s pretty much the same size.” He gave you a couple of derisive pats on the back. 

You shrugged him off. “Yes, and it practically took me 12 years after I was born there to find the study.”

“Is that why you were so bad in school?” He joked, his laugh persisting even as you gave him a slap on the arm. 

“You were worse!”

“True, but completely irrelevant. It’s a beautiful property! If you weren’t marrying him, I’d do it myself.” 

“You might have to if he’s not my type.” You had viewed the arrangement as one that was simply a matter of fact, and had no trouble saying yes, but as you drove closer to the house you felt your nerves grow. You hadn’t even met a member of the Shelby family, let alone the man who was going to be your husband. You wondered what he’d be like. You grabbed Eddie’s hand, grateful when he squeezed it. 

“Don’t worry, (Y/N). He’ll take good care of you. I’ll write so often my arm will fall off and I’ll have to learn to write with the other.” You smiled thankfully at him. There were glimmers of moments in your life where you realised that your brother wasn’t totally insufferable. 

Finally, you reached the end of the long driveway, the house seeming to tower over you even more now that you were so close. You and Eddie looked at each other, inhaling sharply in unison. Ready. He stepped out of the car and you could hear the crunch of gravel as he circled around, opening your door and offering his arm, helping you down onto the drive. 

“How do I look?” You whispered. “Like a sufficient matrimonial accessory?”

“A little ugly, but it’s okay, you get it from me.” He sniggered, tapping you on the cheek. 

You jabbed him in his side and laughed as he yowled in pain, hunching away from you. You were finally feeling at ease, until you noticed two silhouettes watching you from the window. 

“Psst. Ed.” You subtly motioned toward the window. 

Two men stood, casually leaning against the pane, watching you. They seemed to lord over you at their vantage point, surveying you like hawks. Their hands were tucked into the pockets of their tailored trousers as their eyes burned holes into your skin, standing still beside the curtains they peeled back to stop them obscuring their view of you. 

“Is that… him?” You muttered. 

“Nope. Those are his brothers.” Suddenly, the younger looking one nodded his head at you, giving you a wide smile, his bright white teeth gleaming in his mouth. He looked like a hyena. 

You smiled back awkwardly, giving a small wave. 

“Do they always look at people so… leeringly?” You mumbled, seeming unable to tear your eyes away from them. The one with the mustache stared at you in between drags of his cigarette, mouth pressed into a firm line.

“They usually take on a more menacing glare for me, but I’m not as pretty as you are, unfortunately.” He chuckled, and it took you every ounce of willpower not to stamp on your brother’s foot in front of your future brothers-in-law. 

“I thought I inherited your ugliness?”

“Most days.” He breathed. 

The four of you stood, stoic, staring, as if waiting for one of you to try and break the window and tackle the other. 

“He’s massacring that toothpick…” You mumbled, watching one of the brothers chew on the toothpick that rolled along his teeth. “Fuck, Eddie, please tell me they feed people here.” You groaned. Eddie swung you around, backs facing the men in the window, as you both dissolved into giggles, the brothers only able to see both of your shuddering shoulders. 

“Ahem… Mr and Ms (Y/L/N)?”

You both fell silent, taking one long, torturous moment to regain your composures, before turning around again to present the pictures of grace and poise you always showed your business partners. 

The housemaid glanced at the both of you quizzically. 

“Um… Mr Shelby is ready to see you now.” She spoke hesitantly. 

“Lead the way.” Your brother spoke, waiting until her back was turned to mouth “tour guide” to you. 

You rolled your eyes, stopping in front of a huge door. Eddie pat your arm reassuringly. You nodded at him, and he turned the knob, flinging it open. 

The room was cavernous, decorated beautifully with mahogany furniture, looming portraits and a hardwood desk at which your fiance sat, flanked by his two brothers. They wore fine suits and unreadable expressions, and you felt the itch to open a window and let the cool wind in, ridding it of the air in the room, heavy with smoke and alcohol. These weren’t unfamiliar smells to you, but combined with your anxiety it made you feel claustrophobic in the spacious room. 

“Shelbys.” Your brother spoke, his mouth in a grimace, the words laced with the passive-aggressive tone he took on with other businessmen, his voice one octave lower. 

“Welcome to Arrow House, Mr and Ms (Y/L/N).” The man sitting across from Ed sighed out dismissively. He somehow managed to sound more passive-aggressive than your brother, his voice yet another octave lower. You almost wanted to applaud him. 

You felt bad for being shallow but simultaneously thanked God that he wasn’t completely hideous. He was handsome, actually. He had a shock of dark hair, with bright blue eyes lined with long lashes and a stern but pretty pink mouth. He had a serious expression, (was that all they knew how to do around here?) his eyes cold and unwavering as he stared down your brother, the tough look on his face one you’ve grown familiar with when dealing with other businessmen. You weren’t frightened. You knew that most of the time, it was all a facade, and the men were never as cruel as they looked. You hoped he wasn’t an exception. 

He stood, walking toward you as his brothers stayed behind him. 

You thought it odd, their penchant for V-formation. You half expected them to start squawking before taking flight to migrate for the winter. 

“(Y/N), meet Mr Thomas Shelby, and his brothers, John and Arthur.” Your brother gestured at each of them. What do you do when meeting your fiance for the first time? A strong handshake? A Mexican standoff? Wrestle each other to the ground? 

The Shelbys answered that question for you as they each took your hand, planting a kiss on your knuckle, Thomas Shelby doing so especially more out of courtesy than charm. His hand held yours, his fingers calloused and rough as his head dipped down, pressing his lips to your hand. He gestured for you two to sit down. 

“Now, Mr Shelby, I’ve assured my sister that you shall be a good, faithful husband. You’ll take care of her, feed her,” you spotted the toothpick hanging off of John’s lip and held in a laugh. He looked back at you, intrigued as to why you were biting your lip so hard to mask a smile. “... clothe her, keep her just as, if not more, happy than when she was living at the family home.” Your brother spoke, each word like a command. 

Thomas nodded, looking at you. He seemed to be all sharp edges, from the structure of his face, the clean lines of his suit, and his piercing gaze. His stare unnerved you a little, but you sat up straighter, knowing you had nothing to be afraid of.

Just a man with a propensity for comically large portraits of himself wearing silly hats. You thought, your eyes flickering up to the painting that hung above him, his painted image glaring down at you coldly too. You simply had to get rid of that when you moved in. 

“And the merger?” The non-painted Thomas spoke.

“Just as we’ve agreed on. I’m sure you’re satisfied with the contract.” Eddie replied. “Now. About the wedding-”

“We’ll have it in a small church near Birmingham.” Thomas interrupted decidedly. 

“Listen here, Shelby, my sister deserves better than some-” The two of them began bickering like they were the old married couple, Thomas standing his ground and debating your brother, his poker face not letting up for a second. The reality hit you. God, you were marrying a businessman. You held in the urge to groan in despair. 

Finally, after a few minutes of you tuning out the conversation, as it really was something you couldn’t care less about, your brother and Thomas came to an agreement. One wedding in a chapel for Thomas’ family in Birmingham, and a traditional wedding for your family in the ballroom of a hotel your parents owned in London. The arrangements for both would be done in a month. In the meantime, you’d travel back to London and stay with your brother in the hotel. Each of you, having familial ties to the owners, would naturally have a cushy suite to yourselves. 

A whole month. It felt like ages from now. Marriage was just the signing of the certificate. What did he need all that time for? To learn how to sign his name? You paused. Was he illiterate? God, you really didn’t know this guy. Would your brother marry you off to an illiterate man? You looked at your brother questioningly. You supposed you didn’t mind if he was, but you did think Eddie would mention it beforehand. You wouldn’t mind reading aloud to him, but that could make your throat dry and it’d be a whole thing...

You caught Arthur looking at you and pulled yourself out of your inner downward spiral about illiteracy. 

The men, quite ridiculously, shook hands over the wedding location, and you could tell they secretly itched to get it down on paper. “Sign here on the dotted line, Mr Shelby, right under what flavour the cake will be.” 

Now that was settled, Thomas turned to you. “I hope your trip up here was.. pleasant, Ms (Y/L/N).” 

You smiled at him. A master of polite conversation.

Your head felt like it was swimming. Under normal circumstances, you knew how to deal with his type. You were cool, calm and completely collected. But this wasn’t quite the normal circumstance, and though you definitely weren’t going to burst into tears, you could feel yourself become more bold to counter your anxiety. 

“It was perfect Mr Shelby, thank you for asking. Edward pushing me out the car and making me run the last few kilometres was a bit tiring but-” Eddie pinched your side under the table and you swatted his hand away. “Excuse the stupid joke. I must be suffering from the aftereffects of… carsickness.” Eddie pinched you harder and you wanted to scream with laughter. Your nerves must’ve driven you mad, talking to him like this, but his placid, unsmiling face had begun to annoy you a little. 

His brothers certainly reacted, one smiling and the other hiding a chuckle behind his hand. You swore you even saw Thomas’ lips quirk slightly before falling back to his usual countenance. You’d get him next time, if he even still wanted to marry you.  

You stood with your brother. 

“I suppose I’ll see you soon, Mr Shelby.” You spoke as he kissed the back of your hand once more, somehow with more courtesy and less charm than before. What a catch. 

“Enough of that. We’ll be married soon. Call me by my first name.” You nodded slightly at him and his brothers as you both turned to leave, Arthur closing the doors of the room behind you. 

“How do you feel?” Eddie asked, a twinge of nervousness in his voice. 

“He shall present no significant problems.” You said, doubting yourself only a little. 

“I’ll make sure he won’t. “ Eddie smiled. “Just try not to rip his heart out, it’ll be bad for business.”

[mybakubaby]

A Favor-Part One

So, I decided to write something about my man. I hope you all enjoy it and I hope you'll want part two :D

Sorry for any grammar mistakes or other mistakes I wanted it posted as soon as possible and sorry for the awful summary

So posting this without editing was a bad idea. I've tries to edit this for the past 4 days...

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Paring: Modern! Tommy Shelby x Plus Size! reader

Summary: Reader's sexy new neighbor is a photographer. It just so happens she's a lingerie model and is in need of help.

Warnings: swearing i think

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When people first meet you they always ask what you do for work. Always assuming you do something behind a desk or sitting comfortably in your own home office. They weren’t totally wrong though. You do sometimes work at home but that was rare. Then Y/N tells them. You’re a plus size lingerie model. They get uncomfortable and that’s about all the conversation is.

When you saw your sexy new neighbor moving in next door you tried to avoid him all together. After the many guys that stopped talking to you because you put your body “out there” you didn’t want to meet another guy. Against your best efforts though your little husky pomeranian mix started to lead you towards the new face.

“No, Biscuit. Let’s go home.” You scold the dog. Your neighbor looked up when he heard your voice, looking over the box he was carrying. “I’m so sorry.” You finally say. Biscuit pulled you over to him until you were practically face to face. “He may be small but he is strong.” You awkwardly laugh.

“It’s alright don’t worry about it. I’m glad I can meet him.” Your neighbor responds, putting down the box to pet Biscuit. He had a thick English accent that made you melt. “I’m Tommy.” He extended his hand out when he stood back up.

“Y/N. This is Biscuit. You’ll probably see more of him.” You chuckle. Biscuit arfs at Tommy for more attention but he ignores it. “I don’t want to pry but why would you move to America. I bet where you’re from is a lot better than here.” You ask.

“Small Heath wasn’t that much better.” He ran his fingers through his hair, pushing some strands back into place. “I was always here for work anyways. Then I got a better job opportunity that made me decide to finally move here. Right now everything I’ve seen hasn’t been so bad.” He winked.

You chose to ignore the flirty line he used. “So what is it that you do then?” You asked while bending down to pick up your puppy. You noticed Tommy’s eyes watching you as you bent down, well more like you noticed him watching your boobs. You were wearing a sports bra that just did wonders for your boobs. Despite what people think, you loved your body. That’s why you decided to model for lingerie companies, it wouldn’t have worked.

“I’m a photographer, I used to shoot for independent models but my new job is working for a specific company, I’m very fortunate. I do like to snap a shot of landscape or when I go on hikes, but those I post to my social media.” He explained. “It’s kind of hot out, want to come in? I have some water bottles if you’d like.”

“Sorry Tommy. I would love to but I’m working from home today and should get back.”

“Well, when I get everything together you better come over.” He smiled and put his hand out again. “It was really nice to meet you Y/N.” You take his hand and shake it once more.

“I look forward to seeing you again.” When you entered your home you put Biscuit down and leaned against the front door with butterflies in your stomach. The way Tommy held your gaze and watched you made you squirm.

It’s been 3 weeks since the day you met Tommy and you’ve only seen him in passing since. You both were too busy to stop and talk. The last time you did see him he was leaving his house in the cutest tux ever. You were looking out your window, trying to see if he was with any one and of course he saw you peeking. You didn’t miss the smile he gave you before shutting the blinds. 

A part of your job was to post pictures of yourself in the lingerie you’ve posed in or post the products that you’ve been sent. You finally received the package you’ve been waiting for. The company sent you the prettiest piece of lingerie you’ve ever seen and you had to take some pictures right away. You run to your office to find a note on top of your tripod where your camera normally sits. You go to the note and groan loudly. Your best friend, Matthew, who you gave a key to your house, “borrowed” your camera.

Quickly pulling out your phone you called him. “How dare you steal my camera.” You practically yell when he answers.

“I needed to borrow it, it will be returned, don't worry.”

“What am I supposed to do then! I need my camera.”

“Just ask your hot neighbor to borrow his or to ask him to take your picture. He is a photographer afterall.”

“No why.” You whine. “I can’t show up in lingerie and ask him to take my picture.” You say frustratedly.

“I don’t see why you can’t.” Matthew whispers. “I’m at work. Figure it out. Love you.” he hung up on you. There are two options to get out of this. Change back into what you were wearing and wait or be insane and go ask your neighbor. You chose to be insane.

Quickly you threw on a robe. Tommy’s car was in his driveway so you knew he was home. Soon you were in front of his door holding your robe closed. You knocked and looked to the ground hoping he decided to take an uber to work instead of driving himself. Only a second after you knocked Tommy appeared at the door with a smile on his face, though one of his eyebrows was raised in question.

“Y/N. What a pleasant surprise.”

“Can I come in? I have a favor to ask you.” You said looking around outside.

“Please. Sorry I didn’t offer earlier.” He opens the door wider for you to enter. Gripping your robe harder you walk into his house. There were a few boxes still in his living room but most of his house was all put together.

“I’m really sorry to ask you this but, would you mind helping me out with my work?”