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hi i have a request! imagine for tommy he picked you up at the bar so he doesn’t know you very well but you guys ~do the nasty~ and later he overhears from your one friend telling lizzie that you faked your orgasm and he hunts you down determined to make you cum for real

HI! thanks so much for this request- I adored writing it!

Word count: 3.3k

Warnings: SMUTSMUTSMUTSMUT also swearing bc... peaky blinders?

It was the grand opening of the Shelbys’ new bar, and naturally, almost all of Small Heath was crammed into the main room. The whiskey and gin (from Shelby Company Limited, of course) was flowing, and the Swing Band was playing loudly, much to the joy of the inebriated men and women dancing. You hummed to yourself, touching up your lipstick before calling for another round for you and your girlfriends, Ada and Lizzie. “You want another drink, Linda? Maybe just stout?” you asked, getting your coin purse out.

“Don’t bother yourself. I won’t succumb to that temptation. Just tonic water for me,” you rolled your eyes and soon received your drinks. “So you won’t touch gin, but you’ll happily play in the snow, eh?” Ada smirked, winking at you as she sipped her drink. You spluttered into your own.

“Come on, ladies,” you said, sensing the tension growing between sisters-in-law. “Let’s dance before the band starts playing that American rubbish,”

Together, you joined in with the dancing, giggling and cheering each other on. “C’mon Lizzie! Spin me around! I wanna be twirled,” you squealed, and the taller woman happily complied. You were new to the company, and she wanted to make you feel welcome before the boys scared you off. Soon you left the dancefloor, leaving the girls, to get another drink. You arrived at the bar, giggling and breathless, and ordered your favourite drink.

“Miss YLN,” a low voice rumbled next to you as the bartender poured your drink. “I don’t believe we’ve properly met. Been keeping the books, eh? My brother John says you’ve very neat handwriting, and hardly cross any number out,” You nodded as your eyes met Thomas Shelby’s.

“Oh… yes, Mr Shelby,” you murmured. “I try to make them neat so you lot don’t get muddled up,” you said. He nodded. The bartender put your drink in front of you and you reached for your purse. Tommy stopped you and gestured to the bartender that your drink ought to be on the house.

He soon took you into the side room, kicking Finn and Isiah out. “My secretary, Lizzie, recommended you to me,” he said as you perched opposite him. He lit a cigarette, rubbing it along his lip before taking a drag. “And I’ve been trying to figure you out. Couldn’t find anything,”

“I didn’t grow up ‘round here. When my mum died I took her maiden name. Most of her lot were killed. The Somme, I think,”

“And your dad?” he asked, watching you as you drank.

“The bastard died in France too, as far as I know. But I left home after Mum died. That was before the war,”

An hour later, you were still talking, although the pair of you had drained a bottle of whiskey. You were giggly and warm when drunk, but Tommy only closed in more. This didn’t bother you in the slightest. You leaned forward and smirked. “So, Mr Shelby, do I meet your approval, eh?”You were so close to him, and your pupils were dilated with what could only be described as a mixture of inebriation and desire.

“Yes. Yes, you do. C’mere,” he grunted, dragging you into his lap. He pressed his lips to yours in a bruising kiss, his hand already running up your thigh. You groaned and wriggled, sucking his lip into your mouth, grinding your heat onto his tenting trousers. He growled, unbuckling his belt and shoving his trousers down, and tearing your knickers down. He stood up, bending you over the table, before rutting into you animalistically. You whimpered, crying out, pushing back into him. His thrusts soon became sloppy, and you reached to stroke your pulsing clit- but he grabbed your hand as soon as he saw you moving, pinning you down and shouting out his release. It was a good job the band had started playing a popular song, otherwise, the whole of Birmingham would have heard you.

You panted, expecting him to carry on thrusting to bring you over the edge. Instead, you heard the sound of a belt buckle and the door slamming shut.

The experience sobered you up slightly and you straightened your dress, fixing your lipstick and hair before slipping out of the side room. You bumped into Lizzie and told her you were going home, as you were working in the morning. She nodded and took in your dishevelled (despite your best efforts) appearance. “Get some rest,” she said knowingly, giving you a wink.

The next day, you arrived at work despite your headache. You lit a lamp, as it was still a little dark out, and started on the books, flicking through the notes scribbled by various members of the Shelby clan. You worked in peace for ten minutes before Lizzie and Pol came into the room, chatting.

“There she is. How’s your head?” Lizzie grinned, sliding you some aspirin. You smiled gratefully and took the tablets.

“Holy shit,” Pol commented, staring at the bruise on your throat. You blushed deeply and tugged your collar closed. You hated wearing this blouse buttoned all the way up, but needs must.

“Wild night, eh?” Lizzie asked, getting her own paperwork sorted as Pol went to fix tea.

“Not really,” You sighed, looking down. You wanted to ground to swallow you whole.

“Oh, piss off. You came out of that side room five minutes after Tommy, looking like you’d been dragged through a hedge backwards, and you show up to work with a dirty great love bite on your throat,” she grinned. “I’m not judging you, by the way. If anything I’m impressed. He’s been a right prick lately,”

“And he was a right prick last night,” you hissed. “Moody bastard, and a lousy fuck as well. Didn’t even finish me off, I had to fake it in the end,” you glared down at your paperwork. Lizzie chuckled and rubbed your shoulder gently. Polly came back into the room with the cups and teapot, pouring for you all.

“So who’s the man? Boyfriend we haven’t heard of?” She asked, smirking.

“It was Tommy, Pol,” Lizzie explained. You kept your eyes down. “Apparently he’s a lousy fuck. Our poor YN was treated worse than the back alley whores by the sounds of it,”

Prolly frowned and set your tea in front of you. “Wouldn’t think a lousy fuck would leave that mark,” she said slyly. “Use a cold spoon and some powder when you get home,” she advised.

“And then tonight, go dancing and get a man who’ll treat you right, eh?” Said Lizzie. “You deserve better than someone rutting against you like a dog,”

The two women had cheered you up significantly and you smiled weakly until Arthur’s loud voice cut across your conversation.

“Rutting like a dog? Was that what you and Tommy were up to last night?” He grinned, having overheard, and you flushed angrily.

“Hey, no need to be embarrassed, YN, you are a pretty little thing-” he said, his smile dropping when he saw that his banter wasn’t making you laugh like normal.

“No. I’m not embarrassed. If anything, I’d be embarrassed for your brother. Who would’ve thought Thomas Shelby didn’t know his way around a woman, let alone how to properly please her!” You turned around. “Pol, I’m going home. My head is banging and I need to concentrate on these books. Arthur’s done all the adding up wrong. Dock my pay if need be,” You took the heavy leather-bound book and tucked it under your arm, before storming out of the betting shop, right past Tommy without even noticing.

The peace of your home was what you needed. You brewed yourself a pot of tea with the nice teabags you had picked up from the market, and settled yourself at your rickety old desk, going through the books and copying them up neatly, and more importantly, precisely. You even hummed to yourself, soon letting the stress of the previous night slowly fade away.

That was until there was a sharp knock on your door. You sighed, getting up. There was another knock. “Alright! I’m coming. Rent’s not due for another week, though!” You called, going to take the door off the latch.

There in the doorway, in all his glory, was your boss. His cap was drawn over his face and he blew out a breath of smoke. “YN. Can I come in?”

You wanted nothing more than to slam the door in his face and lock it, put the chain on and drown him out with your rusty gramophone. But-

“Fine. But put that cigarette out before you step over my threshold. The last tenant was a bad smoker and I’ve only just got the smell out of the cushions,” when the door shut, you turned around, crossing your arms. “What do you want, Mr Shelby?”

“Mr Shelby, is it now?” He asked, smirking. “That’s no way to greet a guest, is it. Are you going to offer me a drink?”

“No, I’m not. You don’t take me as one for cold tea with no milk,” you quipped. “What do you want?”

He arched his brow, looking you up and down as if you were a fresh cut from the butcher. You stood a little straighter, determined not to look small. “What I want, YN, is to know what your little fuss was about earlier on,” he said lowly.

You scoffed. “Oh please. You know exactly what it was about, and even if you didn’t, I’m sure the boys would’ve informed you,” you said coldly. “If you must know, I was pissed. Still am. Because I let you… have me. And I’m pissed because you treated me like a common whore, and I’m pissed because everyone knows and will think less of me,” you said, flushing, brow furrowed.

“And what’s all this about being a lousy fuck, eh?” He asked, face like stone.

“Oh you heard that part well enough, didn’t you?” You suppressed an annoyed laugh. “It’s true. You are a lousy fuck. D’you bend all your women over and hump them like a dog in heat or am I just special?”

“YN…,” he said, voice low, standing up and walking to you.

“You know, I’ve had better shags when I was a teenager. At least the lads I used to go out with had the decency to finish me off once their balls were empty!” You ranted, unaware of him stalking closer and closer, like a panther on the prowl.

He pushed you against the wall, arms braced either side of your head. You gulped. Had you pushed him too far? You looked up at him through your lashes, and couldn’t help but lick your lips, your breath already becoming shallow. “Finish you off, eh? Is that what you want?” He asked lowly, leaning to growl in your ear, sending a shiver that crawled all over your skin and made your eyelashes flutter.

You bit your lip and nodded. “Y-yes…” you whispered.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes please, Mr Shelby,”

That was all he needed. He gripped your hips and pulled them tight against his, kissing you ferociously, his hands gripping, squeezing, stroking every inch of you he could reach. You moaned against his mouth and scrabbled at his heavy coat and jacket, pushing them to the floor. You began fumbling with his belt when he grabbed your wrists, holding the, above your head.

“Ah Ah Ah,” he said roughly. “I intend to make up for last night. And believe me, YN, I’m feeling particularly generous tonight,” He hoisted you up by the thighs and held you against him, carrying you to your bedroom and kicking the door shut. He deposited you onto the bed, before looking down at you. “Dress. Off.” He demanded, and you all too eagerly complied, much to his satisfaction, casting it aside, quickly followed by your slip, leaving you in your knickers and bra. He chuckled darkly at your eagerness, and when you went to undo your garter and stockings, he halted your hands, shaking his head. You nodded obediently and watched as he kneeled down in front of you. You pressed your knees together, but he tutted and caressed your legs, from ankle to thigh.

“Don’t be shy, YN,” he murmured.

“No one’s ever…” you whispered, shifting your thighs together. He cocked his brow up and smirked.

“No one’s ever what, pet?” He asked, pushing your thighs apart and making quick work of your stockings. “Tasted you? Not even all those boys who knew how to please you, eh?”

You nodded and bit your lip, gasping at the new sensation of his hot breath skittering across your core as he pressed filthy, open-mouthed kisses against your heat. He nipped the inside of your thighs to get you to spread them further and inhale your musk, shuddering at the scent of your arousal.

“You won’t even remember your own fucking name once I’m through with you, love,” he promised, stroking his finger lazily up the seam of your underwear, pressing it against your clit. You clenched your fists into the sheets, thighs already trembling. This did not go unnoticed, and Tommy chuckled darkly at your desperation. “So responsive,” he murmured, dragging your underwear down torturously slowly, before burying his face between your legs. You whimpered as you felt his tongue running up your slit, gathering your arousal before he swallowed with a groan, gripping your thighs tightly and holding them apart. He traced your sopping folds with the very point of his tongue, his nose occasionally bumping your swollen clit, but giving it nowhere near enough attention for your liking.

“Tommy please!” You whimpered after at least ten minutes of him scrubbing the flat of his tongue against your heat, nipping at your thighs, and even pushing his tongue into you. He pulled away and looked up at you with raised eyebrows, your slick glistening obscenely on his chin.

“Please, what, YN? Use your words,” he demanded.

“Please, touch me!” You cried, shifting your hips, trying to get some friction to your needy clit.

“Touch you where YN? I can’t help you if you don’t tell me,” he said smirking cockily, pinning your hips down to still you.

“On my… my… here!” You whimpered, reaching a hand down to flick at your throbbing nub. “Please, Tommy, please!”

He growled and knocked your hand away, instantly attaching his lips to it, sucking like a man starved and flicking his tongue under the hood. You cried out and tipped your head back, gripping whatever handful of hair you could, swearing like a sailor. “Oi. Watch. Eyes on me.” He commanded, although slightly muffled by your writhing hips. You whined softly but nodded, focusing on watching the gorgeous man devouring you. Your eyes fluttered when you felt a familiar tension building up in the pit of your belly, your clit beginning to throb against his tongue. Your breath came in sharp gasps, and you bucked your hips up, desperate to tip over the edge, so close already-

Then… nothing.

You groaned, glaring down at the man before you, who still held all the power despite being on his knees. You whined trying to grab him back. “What the fuck? Please, I was so close!” You said, intending to sound angry, but actually sounding needy and desperate. He grinned.

“I know,” Bastard. He repeated this routine several times, bringing you right up to the edge, but dragging you away at the last moment, until you were practically sobbing with need. When he had taken his fill of your nectar, he worshipped your breasts, sucking and nipping and kissing and lathing his tongue over your nipples until you were writhing, arching your back, convinced you would cum from this stimulation alone.

“Please, Tommy!” You whined, fingers tangled in his cropped hair as he sucked a dark mark on your breast. “Please, Tommy, you’ve proved your point, please!” You sounded pathetic, begging like a whore, but to be quite frank, you could give a bigger fuck if you tried. “Just… please, Tommy, I need you. Need to feel you,” you whispered, stroking his jaw as he resurfaced, his piercing eyes trained on yours. “Need you to fill me up, claim me… I’m yours, Tom. Don’t you want to feel me cumming all over your cock?”

Your words were meant to rile Tommy up, but they made you shift and whimper and buck despite yourself. “Good girl,” he whispered. “I’m very impressed with you. I’m going to fuck you, YN, and I’m going to do it properly,” You nodded eagerly and watched with glazed eyes as he discarded his waistcoat, shirt and trousers. You licked your lips as he dropped his underwear, groaning at the sight of his long, thick cock bouncing free, already leaking.

All for you.

You whimpered as Tommy crawled up the mattress towards you, already spreading your legs for him. “Please,” you whispered, reaching for him. He nodded, slowly pushing himself into you, bracing his elbows either side of your head. You cried out at the stretch of him, arching your back to press into his warm chest. Already, you were digging your nails into his back, and he grunted at the feeling of your walls clenching onto him for dear life.

“Fucking hell,” he groaned into your neck, drawing back almost completely, before driving back into you with slow, measured movements, his forehead pressed to yours as he fucked you slowly, yet each thrust was ended with a sharp snap of his hips. You whined out, throbbing around him, trying to meet his thrusts with faster, needier ones of your own.

“More, Tommy, more!” you cried out, scrabbling your nails down his back, clinging to his shoulder blades. You raised your legs to wrap them around his waist, angling your hips up more, eyes rolling at the deeper penetration gained by the new angle. “Please, faster,” you begged, writhing eagerly beneath him. “Please?” you whimpered, practically sobbing with need.

Tommy grunted and nodded, holding you tight to him as he fucked you harder, faster, more relentlessly, growling into your ear, before suckling dark marks down your throat and to your collarbone. Moaning, he pistoned his hips into you, each thrust bumping delicious pressure onto your aching clit. It was too much.

You moaned wantonly, arching your back and biting his shoulder. “Fuck Tommy, I’m gonna cum,” you whined, clinging to him, not wanting him to pull away before your release again.

“Good girl,” he groaned. “Cum around my cock, love, that’s what you want. That’s what I want,” he grunted, his thrusts sloppy and harsh. With his permission, you yelped out, crying his name as you came, seeing white spots, even when you clenched your eyes shut. Feeling you clench around him like a vice, he shouted his release, spurting into you, filling you with his hot cum.

Panting, he pulled out, and for a moment you worried he would buckle up his belt and leave you like a whore again, but the mattress dipped beside you as he lay down. He drew you into his side, holding you close.

“You alright?” he murmured, kissing the top of your head. “You okay, love?” you nodded, resting your head on his chest, breathing deeply.

“I-I… more than alright,” you murmured, causing him to chuckle. He lit a cigarette and grinned, rubbing your side as you drew the covers around you both.

“So, still think I’m a lousy fuck, eh?” he smirked. You grinned and looked up, reaching to kiss him.

“Not sure,” you said cheekily. “That might have been a fluke. You’ll have to repeat that display a few more times so I know you didn’t just get lucky,”

“Oh, I got lucky all right,” he smirked. “Sleep. We’ll take the day off work tomorrow, and I’ll show you that wasn’t a fluke, eh?”

#tommy shelby imagine #tommy shelby x reader #tommy shelby #peaky blinders #peaky blinders x reader #peaky blinders imagine #smut #tommy shelby smut #tommy shelby x you #prompt #request #sorry jesus

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toukenra · 7 years

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Ok so imagine Shokudaikiri or Ookurikara crushing hard on the Saniwa. How would he try to win her heart? What kind of wingman would the other Dategumi swords be? What if Tsurumaru accidentally spills the beans? How does he die lol? This can be as fluffy or funny as you want it to be :> Thaaaank you

*violently bangs my head on the desk* Can I please switch with this lucky Saniwa? I’d kill to have these handsome men crushing on me ‧º·(˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )‧º·˚

I honestly had so much fun working on this (I was giggling a lot while writing this my roommate got kinda irritated haha) so I decided to write both Shoku and Kuri-chan, although they will slightly differ in length. I hope you’re okay with that ;) I just love them so much, can you imagine the amount of death glares Kuri would shoot towards Shoku and Tsuru for trying to ‘help’ him? Thanks for sending this in sweet anon I will make this so fluffy your teeth are going to rot away haha o(*^▽^*)o sorry if this got too long tho

UNDER THE CUT FOR BEING TOO LONG (AGAIN)

Ookurikara

feelings are just a waste of time, and interacting with other people is such a pain, especially when it’s about Mitsutada and Kuninaga

ugh

but somehow you’re different

it’s not that he enjoys your company but let’s say, you’re a little less annoying than the rest because you’re not so noisy and blustering and don’t pester him like the rest of the Dategumi swords

let’s be honest with each other, it would take him a gazillion years to even realize that he has feelings for you

several hints from Shoku later and he’d still deny that what he feels for you is much more than mere toleration

deny until you die

but one day both of you are sitting on the porch, silently enjoying the faint summer heat and each other’s company when you fall asleep and just curl up in his lap

grumpy cat gets bright red but doesn’t dare to move because it might wake you

you just look so peaceful and innocent lying there a soft smile steals its way on his lips

yep, he’s screwed, and not only because Tsurumaru takes a picture of him

let’s face it, there’s no way in hell Tsuru would let his chance slide to tease and embarass him

if looks could kill then poor crane is in a critical condition rn

damn you Kuninaga for wiggling with your eyebrows whenever the Saniwa is near him

and damn you and your cute smile sToP it he doesn’t like that

having feelings is so disgusting how does he get rid of them

the answer is: he doesn’t, they only grow

you are now stuck in his heart

gets even more grumpy and openly avoids you it makes you wonder what you did wrong

Shokudaikiri feels pretty bad for you so he and Taikogane try to sweet talk Kara-chan into confessing but to no avail

Tsurumaru is banned from helping because it’s highly likely that he’d torpedo the whole thing

but when you worriedly ask Tsurumaru why Ookurikara has been avoiding you lately he feels kinda pressured and just stumbles over his own tongue

‘it’s because he thinks you’re cute! that’s why he hates you right now!’

‘he hates me?? what did i do?’

‘no he really likes you, that’s why has been avoiding you..and i probably weren’t supposed to say that but uhm..surprise?’

you def have to make the first move bc there’s no way he’d ever act on his feelings he’s ready to take them to his grave so you corner him afterwards and just kiss him while wrapping your arms around him

if that isn’t clear enough then i don’t know what is

after he has recovered from his mini heart attack (and the sensation of your soft lips) he straight up walks to Kuninaga and kicks him into the next century

he’s just too embarassed to be happy right now

Shokudaikiri

probably falls for you very fast and very hard

seriously, his love for you could put Kasen’s obsession with elegant and pure clothing to shame

his crush on you is painfully obvious towards everyone but you

like he’s as subtle as a flying prick

wears his best suits all the time

always cooks you your favourite meals

showers you with compliments 24/7

it’s so obvious, everyone and their mom know it by now

gets somewhat awkward and fidgety around you tho

‘Shokudaikiri isn’t the weather nice today?’

‘Happy birthday’

it’s not that he’s afraid of telling you his feelings, it’s just never the perfect moment

Ookurikara is so fed up with him he straight out refuses to be in the same room as both of you

angrily snarls at him: ‘just tell her already it’s getting annoying’ cue angry stare from Shokudaikiri

‘tell me what?’

*sweats nervously* ‘ah i just wanted to ask you what i should make for dessert’

very smooth

this is the glory time for Tsurumaru meddling with him though

‘I’ll plan a surprise so big he just has to confess to her’

next day in the kitchen: ‘Mitsu-bou, when are you going to tell Aruji about your feelings?

poor man nearly cuts himself

‘I don’t think this is the right time now. She has a lot of responsibilites and..’

‘Then how longer do I have to wait for you?’

literally freezes on the spot when he sees you coming from behind the fridge

Tsuru has magically vanished into thin air by now

guess he has to bite the bullet now, but seeing the bright smile on your face and the feeling of your soft and pliant lips pressing against his after he finally confesses, fills his heart with so much warmth Tsurumaru is easily forgiven

Saved by the bell little crane

- Mod Pancake 🥞

#ask #anonymous #shokudaikiri mitsutada #ookurikara #tsurumaru kuninaga #touken ranbu #mod pancake #my brain is mush right now

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