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mx-pastelwriting · 1 year

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Peaky Blinders Headcanon - Taking a bath with them.

Peaky Blinders x GN! Reader

Summary: Taking a bath with them.

Warnings: Fluff, Established a Relationship, Bath

Characters: Thomas Shelby, Arthur Shelby, Alfie Solomons, Johnny Dogs

Thomas Shelby

- He would come home to see you resting in the bath, which you would smile at, telling him the water was still warm. Taking it as an offer, he undresses in front of you, You make room in front of you, but when he tells you to move up, you don't make him rest on you.

- You get him talking about his day. You knew your husband was a person who built up his problems; he just needed someone to make him talk. It was an open book after telling you about his deal with Alfie and how he had to keep an eye on Arthur.

- Grabbing the soap, you start to wash his hair. He takes a deep breath, stopping as you massage his scalp. Moving down to his neck, you work the knots in his neck.

- His eyes closed as he hummed in delight at your touch, and you let his head rest on your chest as you started to wash his shoulders. Giving him a light kiss on his forehead, you see him smile with a laugh that comes from his nose.

- You move your arms under his, letting his back lay on your chest, and Tommy gives you a kiss on the cheeks. Tommy asks if you would like for him to wash you, but you tell him you did earlier, so he lays back, letting the now soapy, warm water snuggle you both.

Running your fingers through Tommy's hair, you watched his eyes open, staring at you. His eyes warmed at the sight of your smile. "How was your day, love?" He whispers to not disturb the moment, "Nothing new, though I did take the new horse out and around." You answered knowing what was going to come next.

"You should have asked Johnny to help you, if anything would have helped you--,", "Tommy, it's fine, she knows me, I'm here, aren’t I?" You didn't raise your voice; you only continued your actions, pulling his hair away from his face before giving him a kiss on the forehead to ease his mind.

Arthur Shelby

- You ran a bath, knowing Arthur would be home in five minutes. He was out doing his boxing, something about which you didn't care too much, but when it came to seeing any of his big fights, you were right there cheering him on.

- Arthur walked in, seeing you undressing quickly and drawing attention to the bath. He relaxed a bit; he had a look in his eyes that you saw on most nights.

- He gets him first, letting you rest on his back. He wraps his arms around you, taking his time to adjust to the warm water. You look up to see his eyes closed as he breathes in, relaxing with you in his arms.

- Getting the soap, he opens his eyes to watch you, putting some in a small towel before grabbing his arm to scrub the dirty, and what you hope isn't blood, he doesn't move, just taking the sigh of your body.

- Finishing up with your arms, you lay back down. He takes the towel from you, washes it in the now soapy water, and rubs it against your neck and chest. The sounds of the bubbles and water splashing filled the room. No talking, just specking with actions of love.

Arthur puts down the towel, kisses your head, and pulls you back into his chest, his arms cuddling you with his head resting on yours. A sigh comes from him, so you ask, "How was your fight?" You speak softly, not wanting to disturb the relaxing sounds of your bath. "Good, you almost got Thomas in the ring." You laugh at the thought of Tommy in the ring. "That man is too good enough to be in the ring." You joked, "Right." He laughs along with you.

Alfie Solomons

- You wake up earlier to run a bath so you can spend some time with Alfie in the morning. After mixing light-scented soaps into the warm water, you turn off the water before returning to the bedroom.

- Seeing Alfie had taken over the bed, you huffed a laugh, pillows and blankets being cuddled by him in place of you. You climb onto the bed lightly and kiss him awake. He takes you into his arms with his eyes still closed.

- When you tell him you ran a bath for both of you, he opens his eyes and follows you into the bathroom. He gives you space to undress, and being respectful, he gets in after you. He laid back into your chest, gladly taking off your ear as you washed his hair.

- Moving to his bread, you scrub lightly. His warm hums made you smile. His hands found your knees; they traveled down, squeezing them. You remind him it's not that kind of bath, but he defends himself, saying he's helping, and all you do is laugh, letting him continue.

- Alfie talk to your ear with information on his business; he needs to talk to someone about it; yes, he has Ollie, but most importantly, he has you, and he loves hearing your answers.

Alfie grabbed your arm, pulling it to his lips, and kissed your hand, then your arm, saying, "Alfie, please, you have to go to work this morning." You reminded him. "I do?" He hums, getting a laugh from you, "Yes, you do; now let me finish." You say this without taking your hand away to let him decide.

He does keep your arm, then grabs the other, saying, "I can go later. It's but fucking business." He whispers against your skin, kissing it. "That it is," you say before kissing his head.

Johnny Dogs

- He runs a bath for you after eating dinner, thanking you for taking care of the house while he's gone. Coming up behind you in the kitchen, he tells you it's ready. Following him, he tells you what all he put in there.

- You both sit facing each other, moving your feet in comfortable places not to lead to something else. He tells you about his dealings with Tommy, wanting to get some feedback from you.

- He offers to wash your hair, but you tell him just to relax, so he does. The conversation leads into both of you discussing what the future looks like for you too, but you stop with a kiss, saying you don't want spoilers.

- While you were up, you grabbed some soap and washed his hair, but he wanted to wash you, so you quickly finished letting him wash you.

- His massage relaxes your neck and back, and as he does so, he asks about your day, so you tell him there was nothing new to it, just that you missed him. At that, he kisses your head, promising to come home earlier tomorrow.

Johnny kisses your forehead, making you hum. "I love ya" He whispers, lending in to kiss your lips, and you smile in the kiss, letting him go to fish your body. "Cuddle me after?" You ask, and looking at him, he nods with a big smile on his face.

He cups water and brings it to your body to wash off the soap he swallows as he watches the water travel down, but you interrupt him with a kiss.

Hello, I hope you enjoyed if there is and grammar mistakes or misspellings sorry about that feel free to let me know in the comments, have a great day/afternoon/night!

#tommy shelby x reader #thomas shelby x reader #alfie solomons x reader #arthur shelby x reader #johnny dogs x reader #peaky blinder fanfic #peaky blinder headcanon

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lostgirlfandom · 1 year

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Affection

Pairing: Thomas Shelby x GN!Reader

Warnings: None

Words: 267

It was a slow day in the Shelby household. Thomas was in his office, working on paperwork again. You were also in his office, knitting on the loveseat. Charlie was on the floor, playing a toy train.

You hummed quietly to yourself as you knitted a scarf, every once in awhile looking up to look at Charlie and then Thomas.

Soon enough, one of the maids came in with afternoon tea and dropped it off at the small table in front of the loveseat. You smiled at the maid and thanked her softly. Setting your work down, you sat up and leaned over to make a small plate of the small sandwiches the maid had made Charlie. You placed it in front of him when he came over to the table.

“Here you go, darlin.” You smiled at him and ran a hand over his head. Kissing his forehead, you set about making Thomas a cuppa. You then brought it over to him and stood behind him. Setting the cup down next to his work so it wouldn’t get on his paperwork.

You then wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed just behind his ear. He leaned back into you and sighed contently. He raised a hand up to hold your arm.

“What is this?” He spoke softly.

You grinned gently. “Affection.” You teased him.

He chuckled and teased back “Disgusting.”

You both chuckled for a moment. Followed by a brief silence.

“Do it again.” He whispered into your ear with a small growl.

You flushed and grinned wider before leaning in to kiss him passionately.

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graveyard-stray · 4 months

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Cuddling with Tommy || Thomas Shelby x Reader drabble

GN reader, no pronouns or body parts are mentioned.

Word Count: 1K

Tags: insane amounts of fluff, like a little bit of angst, mentions of Thomas’s nightmares and PTSD, jealousy, brief NSFW mention

A/N this was meant to be like super short but then it ended up being 1K words so 💀

Thomas Shelby had never been a cuddler. He wasn’t super experienced in romance anyway as he more often had strictly sexual encounters and even those weren’t common for him. But when he finally met you he really wasn’t a big fan of cuddling, at first.

You on the other hand, were a big fan of cuddling. Of course you would never make him do anything he wasn’t comfortable with, but you wished he would hold you close while you layed in bed and fell asleep.

When you first started spending the night together you would usually just have sex and then go to sleep normally. You would gravitate towards him a bit but he never made an effort to wrap an arm around you or anything, not seeing a point to.

That was until one night. You were sound asleep when you felt a quick motion beside you and heavy breathing. You opened your eyes slowly and peered over to Tommy’s side of the bed. He was sat up and rubbing his hands over his face. His breathing was heavy and he was covered in sweat.

You quickly sat up and put a hand on his shoulder, “Tommy, are you alright?” You asked, your voice dripping with concern. He didn’t speak, just shook his head and tried to calm his breathing. “Did you have a nightmare?” You asked, although you already knew the answer.

Tommy nodded. You immediately wrapped your arms around him, one hand around his back and the other on his head as he moved to rest it on your shoulder. He really hated being vulnerable infront of others but in this moment, he cried into you. His tears wetting your shoulder as he wept. Your hand gently caressed his back, enabling him to let it all out.

He hadn’t said a word this entire time, which you understood. You didn’t expect him to speak, you hadn’t said anything either. He began to melt into you as he attempted to relax and calm his breathing.

“It’s alright Tommy. You’re safe now.” You whispered softly to him as he kissed the top of his head. He mumbled a thank you into your chest as you just held each other, one of your hands now combing through his hair, and both his arms around your torso.

After a little bit you noticed that Thomas had calmed down and fallen asleep. A smile appeared on your lips as you moved a bit so you could be laying down. You snuggled closer to Thomas and fell asleep still holding him.

From that day on Thomas became much more cuddly. Every night he wanted to fall asleep holding you (or if he had a shitty day, you holding him) and he noticed it really helped make the nightmares not as bad. Just knowing you were there made him feel more safe.

He becomes the most touchy and cuddly when he is jealous. You learned this after an event the Peaky Blinders were hosting. It was this formal evening and you were dressed in your finest clothes, you were sticking with Tommy the whole night, practically attached at the hip as you went along and kept to yourselves, except when he had to talk professionally to some random rich people you didn’t recognize.

At one point he broke off from you, “I’m sorry love I’ll be right back, Arthur needs me in private for a moment.” He excused himself, kissing your temple before walking off. You didn’t mind though, you knew how business was and could handle being by yourself for a couple of minutes.

You made your way to the desert table, taking a look at all the sweets and pastries they had out. As you contemplated what you wanted to grab you heard someone clear their throat behind you, clearly in an attempt to get your attention.

Assuming it was Tommy you swung around smiling, but you were met with the face of a man you had never seen before. “Oh I’m sorry, am I in your way?” You asked him, assuming he wanted a desert that you were blocking.

But he just shook his head. “No darling. Your quite alright. I really just wanted to come talk to you.” The man said with a smirk in his face. The way he looked you up and down made you uncomfortable, he looked as if you were a piece of meat and he hadn’t eaten in days.

“Oh, is there something business related you need? Cause that’s really more of Thomas’s terrain.” You had explained as you tried to back away from him. The man kept following though and attempting conversations with you, getting in return only short and annoyed responses from you.

After about 10 minutes (which felt like an hour for you) Tommy left his meeting with Arthur and came back looking for you. It took him a moment wandering before his eyes laid on you and, some man? He could see the discomfort in your body language and wasted no time marching over to you and getting in between you and the man.

Tommy looked sternly at him, “So sorry but me and my love were actually just leaving.” He scowled at the man who looked embarrassed and frightened, not even speaking a word and just scurrying away.

You thanked Tommy and he brushed it off, as if there was any world in which he wouldn’t have defended you from some creep. The rest of the night he had his arm around your waist protectively, keeping you close at all times.

That night once the guests were all gone and you got in bed, all he wanted to do was spoon you, his arms around your waist and his face in your hair, inhaling the scent of your shampoo. Even if you asked to get up to get a glass of water he just grumbled something that sounded a bit like a no and held you tighter.

It was quite cute honestly, how he went from a distant loner to the most clingy man you knew, and you wouldnt have it any other way.

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pedropascallme · 9 months

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HIII ok i adored ur Jim fic i love him SOO BADDDD WAHHH !!!! i was wondering if i could request a Jim smut of some kind??? i’m a trans man so i would love an afab reader w gender neutral/masc pronouns but of course only whatever ur comfy w:) and if u don’t wanna do that anything else jim related pls i love him SOOOO BADDD!!!! okay sorry for the huge block of text ily and ur work is god tier bro.

The New Normal

Pairing: Jim x gn!afab!Reader

Summary: "You felt the sudden urge to kiss him, to grab him and pull him close to you, tell him to join you in the shower. "

Warnings: SMUT (18+ MINORS DNI), oral (m & f receiving), fingering, p in v sex, praise kink, kinda almost soft!dom Jim? Reader is AFAB but no use of gendered pronouns, uhhh brief allusion to 9/11 blink and you'll miss it, if I missed anything please let me know!

AN: Max NEVER apologize for asking for Jim smut I am ALWAYS looking for a reason to write Jim smut. Also forgive the cross tagging but the only way I will ever reach other Cillian sluts is if I use the Thomas Shelby tag.

America was different than you’d expected it to be.

In the shows and movies, there wasn’t much diversity; either you were on a farm, or you were in the big city. The speech patterns were always overdramatized, too, and when you first reached the McGuire base in New Jersey, you were a bit disappointed when nobody shouted that “they were walkin’ he-ya!” Even more disappointed when you reached Brooklyn and were told that the accent was of a dying variety.

But in the grand scheme of things, it was so…normal. It was England before the outbreak, but with smaller busses and slower trains. You didn’t really know how to feel about it, about how the rest of the world carried on so unconcerned while the island you grew up in fell to pieces. In a way, relieved, but a small part of you felt almost offended that nobody was holding constant vigils.

What offended you more, though, was the realization that the process of being granted asylum was not something that happened quickly. While you were appreciative to Hannah’s distant cousins who had agreed to sponsor you while you awaited the business to be over—which could take years, you’d learned—you were nauseated that you still had to prove yourself in order to be allowed to stay. The lawyers, doctors, soldiers, and judges you’d met with explained that the process would go smoothly, that it was something that had to be done, not due to the nature of the thing you were escaping, but due to those who might abuse any leniency the country showed.

The world really hadn’t changed at all.

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“Finished already?” You hummed at Jim when he walked through the door. Hannah’s family had taken you all shopping when you first arrived—a relief, really, to be able to change out of the fatigues the air force had given you—and Jim, despite his usual attire being casual, at best, looked so…handsome, now, with his skin not caked in blood, or dirt, or sweat. His hair was growing back in and he was wearing jeans that actually fit him. His shirt read “I<3NY” and even though you told him it looked ridiculous when he had first picked it up, you couldn’t deny that it hugged his arms in the right places.

“Not much to be done. You stitched me up so well.” He smiled at you, crossing the apartment to join you on the couch. “Doctor said he’d like to meet you.”

“I’ve met too many people this month.” You curled your legs up under you and stretched your arms over your head. “Never thought I’d say it, but I miss the apocalypse.” You leaned your head back.

Jim exhaled through his nose, amused, leaning himself back on the couch to face you. “No, you don’t.”

“I don’t,” You agreed, “It’s just…”

“Too much, too soon.”

“I guess.” You stared at each other for a while, not moving, not speaking. “I wish I could fast forward.” Jim tilted his head into the cushion he was leaning on, prompting you to continue. “I want to be used to it by now. Wanna be able to walk down the street and see a missing poster and still have hope.” You shuddered when you remembered the posters plastered on the train station walls, how familiar one disaster could feel when compared to another. “I want to feel normal. Everything here is so normal. Why am I not normal yet?” You didn’t have the energy to continue pouring over your emotions, perfectly fine with leaving it on that note.

“You’re not normal.” Jim leaned forward. “Neither am I. Neither is Hannah—s’got nothing to do with—” He waved around the two of you, implying the ordeal you’d lived through. You nodded in agreement. “And we’ll never be their kind of normal. Might just be ‘cause we’re English. Heard they had a war with us here, way back.” Jim deadpanned, and you smiled at him.

“I think I just need a shower.” You sighed, still looking at him. You felt the sudden urge to kiss him, to grab him and pull him close to you, tell him to join you in the shower. You felt your skin flush at the thought. You hadn’t been able to do much of anything but go to different meetings since you got here. One after another, it had made it difficult to find time for yourself, let alone time for you and Jim. Stolen kisses here and there, cuddles under the sheets of your bed, calling out “I love you” before the door closed behind you—there had been no time to enjoy each other.

Not to mention, you lived in a rented apartment with thin walls, and Hannah’s room was next to yours.

You hesitated to get up, and Jim sensed your delay. He brought a hand up to your hair, petting you.

“Hannah’s gone for the night. Sleepover.” You muttered, trying to be sly instead of asking for anything outright. Jim cocked a brow in jest.

“Just us, then?”

“Just us.” You confirmed. Tension formed between the two of you, and you swallowed.

“We can—can I join you in the shower?” His words were rushed, and he looked down when he spoke, only looking back up at you to gage your reaction once the question was complete. “You can say n—”

“Yes.” You felt breathless.

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It was almost laughable, the two of you getting undressed together. It wasn’t out of the ordinary, a shared bedroom holds plenty of space for two people to dress and undress in front of each other, but the expectation made all the difference. Jim’s “I<3NY” shirt was now discarded on the floor, his jeans unbuttoned as he helped you out of your own outfit. Your mouth fell open slightly when he peeled your shirt off of you, the feeling of his hands leaving a warm trail over your sides and a wet feeling between your legs. You reached for the waistband of his jeans, looping your fingers over the denim and into the boxers he wore underneath and beginning to pull down. He laughed quietly as he watched you struggle to move them down his waist.

“Don’t have to do all the work.” He placed his hands over yours and helped you remove his clothes. In turn, he found the button of your jeans and quickly undid them, letting you pull down the tight material and exposing yourself to him. All that remained were your panties, and Jim let out a low whistle when he reached out to brush the lace with his knuckles. “Pretty baby.”

You pushed against his chest lightly. “Shower.” You reminded him, but at this point it didn’t really matter to you. You whined slightly when his hand fell lower over your sex, nearly cupping you.

“Got all night.” He pulled down the remaining fabric, leaving you completely naked for him. And that’s how you felt—naked. Almost scared, as if now that your underwear was off and you were stripped completely, he would reconsider and not want this anymore—not want you anymore. You realized how stupid that sounded when Jim stood up at eye-level, grinning at you. You looked at him sheepishly as you stepped out of the panties pooled at your feet and toward him. You reached out to trace what remained of the wound on his abdomen, letting your fingers kiss the spots you hoped to eventually place your mouth on.

Suddenly you were in his arms, swooped up bridal style as he walked you into the bathroom. You heard yourself laugh nervously, and you buried your face into his neck. Feeling bold, you licked a stripe up to his pulse point, and he shuddered.

“Don’t wanna drop you.” He protested your action, but he lifted his head slightly to allow you better access. You did it again, letting your tongue linger and drift to his earlobe, nipping at it, feeling more and more comfortable with each step Jim took. He sighed dreamily, then placed you down on your feet next to the tub. He turned the handle, pulling the curtain back and taking your hand to guide you under the water. You all but pulled him in after you, and though he stumbled at first, he found his footing right in front of you. You watched the way the water seemed the frame his face; droplets running down his cheekbones and off of his chin. You kissed him, letting the water fall over your face, tasting it when you opened your mouth to welcome his tongue. You sighed into his mouth, a perfect combination of his taste and that of the water settling on your taste buds, and it went straight to your core. He leaned away from you, wrapping an arm around your waist and examining how the water matched the curve of your breasts. He kissed your chest, sucking on the skin just enough to make faint spots appear. You combed your fingers through his hair, closing your eyes.

“Normally,” He licked over what would soon become a dark purple spot, “I use the shower to wash up—reflect, sometimes.” He kissed his way up your chest and neck before straightening himself out and kissing your nose. “This is a much better use of my time.” You rolled your eyes, putting gentle pressure on his neck to encourage him to lean down and kiss you. He pulled you tighter to him, and you could feel his erection against your thigh. He pushed against you, enjoying the bit of friction you provided him, and you heard him grunt quietly. His hands found purchase on your ass, squeezing the flesh gently and using the angle to draw you even closer.

“Y’know—oh!” You were cut off by an especially hard squeeze as Jim’s hands continued to roam over your ass, “I do need—I need to wash my hair…”

“Tomorrow.” Was all Jim said, reaching between your bodies to place his cock where your stomach met his crotch. You gasped at the heavy feeling of him against you, and your own hand made its way down to grab hold of him. Jim choked on his own breath, eyes fluttering shut when you began to move your wrist up and down his length. Out of curiosity, you looked down to watch your ministrations, wanting to fully enjoy the view that you had so desperately craved for so long. His cock was long, and you could see and feel the veins that ran up the extent of his shaft to the pink of his tip. You moaned quietly at the sight, hoping Jim didn’t think you pathetic for the pleasure you got out of stroking him. His mouth agape, he shut his eyes tight, trying not to think about how good your hand felt. You kneeled before him, and planted a kiss on his head, licking a stripe over him.

“O—h,” he was panting, “Fuck, baby.” You watched his chest rise and fall dramatically as you took his tip between your lips, swiping your tongue over and around it a few times before beginning to inch the rest of him inside of your mouth. You moved your head up and down, gagging slightly when you felt the pressure of holding him too deep for too long against the back of your throat. “Oh, fu—yeah, that’s it. Good, baby, so good.” You hummed in appreciation of his praise, the vibrations making him bite his lip and furrow his brow in concentration, desperately trying to ward off his high before he had gotten to explore you fully. You pulled your mouth off of his cock with a pop that softly echoed in the shower, and he watched as you planted more kisses along him.

He grabbed your chin and tilted your head up to look at him. The vision in front of you made you feel dizzy; Jim breathing hard, cock bobbing against his stomach, wet from your spit and from the shower, hair falling over his ears, draped in a blanket of water. You rubbed your thighs together, now pruned hand resting on his knee for, what? Permission, maybe?

Jim helped you up from the floor, and you watched him turn the shower handle. In the brief moment before the water stopped completely, it turned freezing cold, and you felt goosebumps erupt over you. You brought yourself closer to Jim, both in an attempt to find warmth and in a silent plea that he continue what had begun in the shower.

Dripping wet—in more ways than one—you found yourself back in your bedroom. Lying on your back, Jim looked over you, then began kissing over the marks he had made on you in the shower. You whimpered, a hand finding his hair and lacing your fingers through his short locks. You pulled slightly when his lips wrapped around one of your nipples, and he groaned in pleasure at the sensation. His hand slowly traced down your stomach, fingers delicately finding their way to your clit before pressing on it lightly.

“Jim—!” Your exclamation motivated him to continue. He sat up a bit, kneading your bud with one hand and holding your cheek in another, holding eye contact as he slid one finger into your soaking wet center. You threw your head back, only then realizing that you hadn’t even had the time to pleasure yourself in God only knows how long. He curled his finger upwards, and your back arched into him. He smirked, clearly proud of what he was doing to you. He shuffled backwards on the bed, still pumping a finger in and out of you while he positioned himself between your legs. You felt the mattress shift under his weight when he straightened himself out onto his stomach, propped up with one elbow.

“So pretty.” You felt his breath fanning over your cunt, and you squirmed. Jim leaned into you, kissing your inner thighs while you wiggled your hips in an attempt to get his attention where you needed it the most. When he finally licked a lazy stripe over your clit, you let out an absentminded sigh, pushing yourself up to him in encouragement. He removed his finger from you, and you whined at the sudden empty feeling, though he immediately made up for the absence of his fingers with his tongue. He continued to lap at you, letting your slick coat his chin, nose brushing your clit. He sucked lightly on your bud, and your hands found his hair again, not sure if you wanted to push him in further, let him taste you until you screamed, or push him away, as your thighs began to tremble. He slid two fingers back into you and twisted them back and forth while his tongue darted over your clit. You squeezed his fingers, moans spilling from your mouth.

“C’mon baby, so good,” he removed his mouth from your core to coo at you, “wanna see you cum for me.” It was whispered into your skin, and you felt his words echo through your body. His lips found their place over your clit once more, and he sucked harder, fingers pumping in and out of you faster.

“Oh, ye—yes, like that, like that, please!” You couldn’t stop talking, couldn’t stop begging if you tried. Had falling over the edge always felt this good? You didn’t stop to ponder it, busy feeling your body fall victim to the pleasure Jim was gifting you. You moaned, trying to grab at the man who had buried himself between your legs, but he was fully content to stay where he was until he knew you’d ridden out your orgasm. You cried out his name, back arching, body granting him even more access to your pussy, and when you felt him moan at the taste of you, you came hard for him. He placed soft kisses over your cunt, and you couldn’t help the moan you let out when he began pulling his fingers out of you.

You were still panting when he kissed you. Your arms came to rest around his neck, breathing heavily through your nose as you slipped your tongue into his mouth. “Taste so good,” Jim was also clearly short of breath, “you taste that, baby?” His lips found yours again, and he let you suck gently on his tongue, let you taste yourself on him. You shivered; it felt so dirty, Jim still damp with your wet, encouraging you to enjoy the taste your cum had left on him, dipping his tongue deep into your eager mouth and speaking to you like you belonged to him.

You did belong to him, and the thought made your eyes roll back into your head.

He pulled you into his arms, flipping over so that you were lying on top of him. You found the strength to push yourself up, hands planted on his chest, to straddle him. The feeling of his cock between your legs, still hard, and all for you, made you feel frantic, and you began to roll your hips over him, feeling him tense under you.

“That’s right,” he watched you with hooded eyes, “so eager.”

“Want you to fuck me.” You felt the tip of his cock push between your folds after one especially long roll of your hips, and you didn’t care if you looked pathetic anymore. You’d waited long enough; been so good, so ignorant of the forbidden fruit. One taste, and now you were helpless—completely at his mercy.

“God, say it again.”

“I want you to fuck me, Jim. Please.” You licked your lips before slipping the bottom one between your teeth. His eyes flitted over you, taking in the way you were begging, the way you sat bare, eagerly waiting for his cock. How had he let so much time pass before giving you what you both needed? He lifted you by the waist, encouraging you to stay kneeling above him slightly as he reached another hand down to line himself up with you. The split second before you lowered yourself down onto him felt like forever, but he watched, in awe of you, as you lowered yourself down onto him. You moaned for him when you felt his tip breach your hole, reaching for his chest and grasping at nothing while you continued to take him, inch by inch. You heard him groan out your name, breath going uneven when he finally bottomed out. You stayed like that for a moment, both of you in a trance-like state: You breathed in sync, gazing at each other, smiling like morons.

“I love you.” Jim whispered, placing a hand on your hip and squeezing. You leaned forward, steadying yourself on his shoulders.

“I love you.” You kissed him again, gentler, slower than the previous times. You did have all night—you had a lifetime of all nights with each other.

You began rocking back and forth slowly, allowing yourself time to adjust to the size of him, the feeling of being so full. You felt the tip of his cock brush against your g-spot almost immediately, making you gasp as you chased the feeling of his head nudging you closer to another high.

“God—fuck, you feel so good.” Jim praised, reaching the hand that wasn’t on your hip up to squeeze at your breasts. He licked his finger before bringing it back up, pinching your nipple and rolling over it with his thumb and forefinger. You moaned, back arching, and you started to bounce up and down on him. Your nails dug into the skin on his shoulders, but he didn’t seem to care, too busy bucking up into your cunt, drunk off the feeling of your juices dripping down his length and over his balls.

He moved both his hands over your hips, his fingers digging into the flesh of your curves, guiding your movements while you rode him.

“Cum for me again, baby. So good for me, one more time.” He started fucking up into you harder, the sweet noises you made spurring him on. “You can do it, yeah? So good—fuck—so good for me.” Now he was practically begging, slamming you down onto his cock while he pushed you towards another orgasm.

“I—oh, fuck, me, yes! Like that, Jim—yes!” You fell forward, curling yourself up on his chest and bringing your knees up slightly higher next to his ribs to allow him more ease, lifting you up and down. You mumbled incoherently into his neck, licking and kissing and nipping at him while he continued with deep, hard thrusts. You sucked a mark on his neck, and he groaned out your name, one hand coming down over your clit to coax a second orgasm from you.

“Fucking—oh, cum for me, baby. Cum on me like this.” And maybe it was the way you felt his fingers pushing bruises into your skin, or the way he breathlessly demanded you commit such a filthy act, or the way he seemed to be getting just as much enjoyment out of your pleasure as you were; but when you felt his cock pushed forcefully against your g-spot in time with the way he played with you clit, you couldn’t stop the scream that erupted from your lungs, or the way you chanted his name through sobs of pleasure. You clenched around him, squirming and sensitive and so full of his cock. You saw stars, saw how every second of your life had led to this moment, and when the shockwave of pleasure coursed through your body, all you could do was thank the man who had made you feel so good.

“Fu—ck, oh my god,” Jim groaned through clenched teeth, trying to delay his own orgasm so he could enjoy the way you squeezed him for as long as he could. He practically threw you down onto his cock, forcing himself as deep as you’d let him go, and at that moment, the only word that mattered to him was your name. “Where—where can I cum? Tell me, baby, where?” He was gasping, so close to the edge.

“Inside. Please, Jim, want it inside.” You knew it was reckless, knew you’d have to buy a pill later, but the pros far outweighed the cons.

Your words were all it took to send Jim hurtling over the precipice. He pushed himself deep into your cunt, painting your walls with his spend, both of you shivering at the feeling. You moaned quietly into his skin, and Jim wheezed as he took gulping breaths in an attempt to regulate his breathing. You felt his hand come to rest on your back, stroking up and down, the other coming up to your hair, tempting you out of your hiding spot, nuzzled in his neck.

“Ok?” He breathed.

“Mm.” You hummed, rubbing your cheek against his, comforted by the way your faces squished together. “More than ok.”

“I should’ve—I didn’t want you to feel, I d’know—” He couldn’t think of the right words. “I love you. Just wanted you to feel how much I love you.”

You smiled, fucked out and sleepy and satisfied. “You did a good job,” you kissed him, “did I?”

“More than good.” He smiled, throwing your own words back at you in reassurance.

“Will you stay inside a little longer?” You whispered, still relishing in the way he filled you up.

“God, yes,” Jim almost laughed, “don’t have to ask.” You ran your thumb over his cheek, eyelids heavy.

“Is this the new normal?” You posed the question, remembering your earlier rant.

“Yeah. Think so.” Jim splayed his hand out over your back.

“Good.”

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Awful Lot of Questions | Thomas Shelby x GN!Reader

Summary : You are a hitman, arriving in Birmingham for undercover work. You meet your target ; Thomas Shelby upon chance. Something happens and it stirs conflicting feelings.

Warnings : Mentions of guns, alcohol, cussing, smoking

Additional Information : > written in second person perspective > no spoilers > 1145 words | 8 min

Author's Note :

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The Garrison was lively tonight, men drunk over their heads singing popular Birmingham tunes that sounded unfamiliar to you. The sleek brown coat did well to shield yourself from the cold air, the long material hitting your legs as you walked towards the establishment.

A ring of the bell announces your presence. You tip your hat low, covering your eyes and most of your face. A few people looked up and noticed you but most to all were too engulfed in their own chatter. Walking towards the bar, your light footsteps startle the person behind it.

Henry turns around to face the bar, bottle of whiskey in hand. He jolts in surprise and loses his grip of the bottle. With haste, you catch it before it hits the floor.

"Oi! You almost made me shit my pants," Henry chuckles, thanking you for saving the beverage. "What will it be?" He asks, setting down the bottle safely and wiping his sweaty palms with a cloth.

"Rum. if you have it," You respond, resting your arms on the bar table.

"Of course we have it, I'll get you one from the top shelf," Henry turns, stretching his arm up high. He grabs a fancy-looking bottle and pulls out a glass from behind the counter. Pouring swiftly, he hands it over to you. "On the house. Would've lost a whole bottle without ya," He thanks again, moving to attend to other patrons.

You nod your head gratefully, fishing in your pocket for a two pound coin. You set it on the table. Henry notices the money and his eyes widen, pushing the coin towards you. "On the house! don't worry about it," He emphasises.

As he walks away, you bend forward quickly, sliding the coin under a dry cleaning cloth. He'd find out eventually, though you wouldn't be there to take it back.

Settling in comfortably, you swallow the alcoholic beverage. It burns the back of your throat. You sigh in relief.

Your attentive ears pick up on the ringing of the doorbell. Another patron, perhaps. You didn't bother to look. However, the only difference was, the people in the Garrison seem to have quietened down significantly. A person of importance?

Footsteps made their way closer to your direction. You see Henry scramble, grabbing the bottle of whiskey from behind the counter, hidden away like a secret stash. You recognise the bottle from earlier - the one you caused to nearly break, but saved.

You decide to risk it, adjusting your hat and turning slightly to look. You were met with clear blue eyes instantaneously. Your stomach drops - It's him. The one you were set out to kill whose name is Thomas Shelby. He's seen you.

He opens a pack of cigarettes, dragging one across his bottom lip out of habit, before letting it settle. He holds out the remaining cigarettes toward you, in offering. You held up a hand to reject it.

"You don't smoke?" He asks in raspy voice, somewhat mumbling with the unlit cigarette between his lips. He digs into his pocket, finding a lighter.

Smoke? Of course you do. You were just as addicted to nicotine as the next person. "I do, just not those ones," You reply, not intending to sound arrogant.

He lights the tobacco, puffing out smoke. He takes a long drag, eyes still trained on you. "New around here?" He probes, drinking the whiskey from a glass.

"Awful lot of questions," You supply, getting irritated. You felt the urge knawing at you - to put a bullet between his eyes.

"And not an awful lot of answers," He states. Thomas was only met with silence. He moves to sit beside you, leaving a chair between both of you. " Birmingham's been getting visitors lately. Some for leisure, some for business... others for trouble, " He blows smoke infront of him, knocking his head back as he downs the glass of whiskey.

As your lips move to answer him, the Garrison doors open violently. The doors slam against the walls with a loud thud. Everyone turned their heads to the commotion. A man - face beetroot red and clearly under the influence, tramples into the pub and a gun in hand. Shouts of panic grow louder as he flails the weapon recklessly.

Thomas stand up, cocking his head. His eyes directing orders to a few men. You see that they were all wearing a similar cap; the peaky cap - peaky blinders

Just as two men grabbed a hold of the drunkard, he swats at them aggressively, pointing the loaded gun with wobbly legs as he tries to stand upright. One of the peaky men from behind grabs the hand with the gun, pointing it away.

BANG!

A round was fired as he does so. Almost in slow motion, you see the bullet traveling in lightning speed towards the bar and, towards Thomas Shelby.

It's too late for him to move out of the way without getting punctured, unless.

You stretch your arm, grabbing the collar of Thomas's cloak and pull harshly towards you.

In an instant, his body clashes into yours, bringing the both of you falling down to the ground. He blue eyes bore into yours, mouth agape from shock of the event. Your hat falls from your head, revealling your face. Your heart drums in your chest in panic.

You push him off, grabbing your hat and concealing the top half of your face from wandering eyes. You look at the bar table to see the bullet embedded in the wood where Thomas was standing just moments ago.

Deciding that you've made enough mistakes for the day, you rush to leave the establishment with heavy footsteps.

Thomas gets up, brushing his attire and commands the peaky men to usher the dunkard out of the Garrison. He'll deal with that later. He fishes out another cigarette, lighting it and dragging a long one to calm his nerves.

He looks to the enterance, where the door still sways from your haste exit. He stares at it a little longer, collecting the flashes of memory, - the harsh tug of his collar, chest bumping into yours and losing his footing, plummeting down to the ground, taking you with him. He recollects the moment your hat falls from your head, he could finally see your face. Your coloured orbs staring back his, full of emotion compared to the lifeless blue ones he had.

Then you push him off and dart out of the place. What were you running from? He wonders. Why do you cover your eyes? Thomas is filled with more questions and yet again, with not an awful lot of answers.

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The Axiom of Equality- T.S x gn! reader

all right! I don't know if there's much of an audience for tommy shelby fics here but I'm going to write this anyway because I've been daydreaming about it virtually daily since the idea first came up and if I don't get this out of my head I might just cry a little bit

Fic type- this is post-war hurt/comfort!!

Warnings- the war and being drafted into it are mentioned a fair amount

Dear Tommy,

This letter won't be the best thing to return to after the war, but it's what I need to do and I need in turn for you understand that. I know that you probably won't but I am asking you to and I have to believe that such is enough.

I probably won't be in Birmingham upon your return. You've been gone for six months now, and I miss you everyday, Tommy, but I just can't stay here.

Every time I walk through Birmingham, it feels as though you are all I am capable of seeing. It is inescapable and I am in dire need of an escape plan.

I love you, Tommy, and I have stood by your side throughout the course of our entire lives, but I just cannot do this anymore. Find me when you're home--Ada will know an address, but so too will Polly, and I guarantee I will want your company at some point. Even now, I yearn for your presence.

All the love in the world and the deepest apologies to accompany that,

Y/N

Tommy had read and reread the letter since Ada had given it to him when he returned from the war. He'd not yet asked her for the address, even a year after his return because all he could do was mull it over.

He kept thinking about you and about the fact that you'd left, how much he'd missed you and the reluctancy with which he approached the acknowledgement of that.

There was to be no denying it, though. He couldn't deny he'd missed you simply because he had. At the mention of your name, the remembrance of any singular part of you, Thomas Shelbys heart shattered, and he was left scrambling to put it back together and remain composed for the sake of keeping his family from shattering as he had.

Eventually, sometime in autumn of 1920, he found himself searching for Ada. He'd heard from Arthur that she was at the Garrison with Freddie Thorne and when he found her, she met his gaze and she grinned like she knew why he'd come looking, let alone at eight on a random weeknight.

"Let me guess," she said. "You want an address? Particularly to a neat little flat just a thirty minute walk away from the Eiffel Tower?"

Tommy gave a rather impatient nod in spite of himself--so much time had passed since he'd left for the war and you'd left Birmingham to escape him. All he'd been able to think about since he returned had been you, and he doubted you'd found yourself in a similar predicament, but he still hoped.

"I am indeed," Tommy said. Ada laughed.

"You two were together how long, exactly? Five years, six?"

"Eight," Tommy said. "From October 31st, 1906 to the day I left for the war."

"And you love them wholeheartedly?"

"I wouldn't be here if I didn't," Tommy said, running a hand through his hair. "Give me the address, Ada. Please--I've started to worry I'll go mad if you don't."

Ada grinned. "Yeah. Freddies got it on a slip of paper in his wallet."

Freddie took the slip of paper out of his wallet and passed it to Tommy, giving him a grin.

"They might be gone," Ada cautioned. "Maybe they remembered 'oh, yes! I fell in love with a criminal and left him in 1914. Don't want that life, so I'll leave him behind, move somewhere nice like...Canada, perhaps.'"

"I know," Tommy said. Ada could've been right, and you could've been gone, and Tommy could never have hoped to see you again, but the twenty-four year old who had helplessly loved you and couldn't wait to see you upon his return from the war had taken hold of his heart, and it was reaching out to yours, and there was nothing to be done other than to go. "But you've gotta understand, Ada. You, of all people."

"I do," she said. "Now, I'm sure you can buy a train ticket and make it to Paris in time to see them. Go."

And, in spite of himself and with the address from Freddie tucked into his palm, Tommy Shelby ran out of the Garrison like the eighteen year old boy who had spotted you approaching from the window and had felt his heart set itself alight with the joy he oh-so-rarely experienced.

Thomas Shelby was thirty, though. He was not the eighteen year old he had once been and you were not the eighteen year old who you had once been. Things had changed, and no matter for the giddy feeling in his heart that made Tommy feel like the boy he had once been, he was not that boy anymore. If you wanted to be left to your own, Tommy would respect that of you. If you had moved on, Tommy would respect that. He was not the person he had been before the war, and you weren't, either.

But still, Tommy went home. He packed as efficiently as possible, kissed Pollys cheek in goodbye and told Arthur to keep himself in check as he headed for the train station, his feet, his heart, and his mind dragging him on an impulsive trip to France.

The trip from Birmingham to Paris was a lot less difficult than Tommy had expected. Seven and a half hours on the train where Tommy read and made sure that his French sounded even slightly passable, and Tommy was at the train station in the heart of Paris for half past three in the morning.

The next hour was spent trying to locate a decent hotel to stay in for the week or so he'd planned to stay, and when he found one it was nearing five in the morning. He collapsed onto what turned out to be a bed that was almost decent but still a little off, and woke up at noon.

He showered to avoid smelling like cigarettes even though the smell of tobacco had never really bothered you and he knew he'd end up smoking one anyway, and then he was off to the address he'd been given at just after two.

What he found was not a flat. It was nothing of the sort--it was a quaint home by lakeside and one that was definitely a bit longer than a 30 minute walk away from the ever so infamous Eiffel Tower.

It was exactly the kind of home you'd described wanting to live in before Tommy left, exactly the kind of thing that you would've felt the most at home in from the outside. The acknowledgement of such made Tommys heart swell.

He was a very, very different person in 1920 than he had been before leaving for the war in 1914. He couldn't help but wonder just how much of a difference it would've made to you, the person who had once vowed to love him for the rest of your life, for the rest of his.

It gave him pause, made him hesitate as he walked up the front steps to your home and stopped him before he could knock on your front door.

What if you had remained unchanged and Tommy had done a full 180? What if you hated the person he'd become? There were too many variables, and, had he thought over it for more than approximately eleven seconds, Tommy would've done it all so differently.

He never lead with his impulse.

He never made rash decisions, not when it came to you.

But he supposed he could allow himself one rash decision a decade, and deciding to go to France on nothing more than a written address and a whim was definitely rash and impulsive enough to last him through to the 30s.

He approached your door. Knocked once, twice, a third and final time for the sake of politeness.

"Esmeralda? Is that you?" Your voice called. "I wasn't expecting you with the tea leaves until Sunday! Come in!"

Tommy didn't respond, only rested a hand on the doorknob, a rare surge of fear grabbing hold of his chest. It had been two years since he'd gone back to Birmingham. Six years since you'd last seen each other, with not a moment of contact through letter writing to bridge that gap. How much would you want to see him, really, if you wanted to see him at all?

"I'm going back to Birmingham this week! Esmeralda, darling, if thats you, please bring the tea in! Polly wrote that she wanted some and I figure I'll see her before I find Tommy. She'll be furious with me if I don't have them after I've promised to bring them along."

Tommy opened the door just a bit. It was unlocked--had you been expecting visitors?

"Esmeralda?" You asked for a third time. "Esmeralda Monroe, I don't care that you're in your eighties now, if you're playing a trick on me--" Tommy stepped into the house, tried to find even the slightest hint you were there outside of your voice.

The house was nice. It opened from a foyer into a lounge, one with a seemingly comfortable couch and a working fireplace. Through a small doorway, he caught your frame in what must've been the kitchen.

"My name isn't Esmeralda Monroe, but I would pity her if she were here," Tommy said. "What's this mess about you comin' down to Birmingham?"

"Come into the kitchen," you said. "I am unwilling to abandon my bread to see your face. Perfecting this recipe has taken Esmeralda and I weeks. She's eighty-six, so that time is precious time indeed."

Tommy gave a low laugh as he took off his coat and his hat, hanging them both on the coat rack to the right of the door. He walked through the lounge and into the kitchen, grinning the moment he saw your face.

"Hello," Tommy said. "Been a bit, hasn't it?"

You glanced up from the dough that had held your focus. "Quite a long time. I'm sorry I didn't go to Birmingham sooner--I wanted to the moment Ada wrote and said you were still alive, but I didn't. I couldn't get the time away from work, though I nearly did quit on the spot when I was refused."

"You would've come back sooner?" Tommy asked. "I came down here to tell you I'm sorry that you had to leave at all."

"It wasn't your fault," you said. "I was yearning terribly and I made a cataclysmic mistake. I would do it over if I could. I would've gone round to the Shelby home and asked Pol to talk a bit of sense into me."

Tommy laughed. "I'm apt to think she would've told you to go," he said. "Always did say I didn't deserve you or your love for french pastry."

You laughed, flouring the clean countertop in front of you and laying your dough on it so that it could be kneaded. "She might've, but I dunno that I would've listened. If I'd stayed, we could've resumed things. There wouldn't be a six year gap between our departure and our reunion."

"We wouldn't've become different people," Tommy said.

"The war would've changed you, Tommy. Seems like it did as is," you said. "But I don't fault you for that. Fighting in the war changes people--I've gotten to know a couple of people who were nurses. They don't seem right either."

"And you don't--the fact that I may have changed leaves you undeterred?"

"There's an axiom that Esmeralda introduced me to," you said. "The axiom of equality. It's a mathematical principle but I like it better as a statement."

"What is it?" Tommy asked. He'd not been much of a math person, and while he had no doubt that someone like Polly would've known what it was, he hadn't a clue. "I've been too busy legitimizing stuff back home to read up on mathematical principles and ideas."

"The axiom of equality states that x=x," you said. Tommy, in a bit of a mood to help, located a cabinet with a bread pan as you talked. "It states that x must always equal x. Esmeralda told me that the principle of the principle, when applied to people, is that the person you were in the past will always be the person you are in the present."

"Are you insulting me?" Tommy asked, grabbing the crisco shortening from the spot you kept it in the pantry. "I'm feeling rather insulted."

"That is, in fact, not my goal," you said. "If I were insulting you, I would doing so with an air of flirt in the hopes of winning a kiss. You still probably taste like tobacco, but I've never minded that."

Tommy greased the bread pan, shaking his head. If you wanted a kiss, all you had to do was ask.

"The point of bringing up the axiom was just to tell you that it doesn't apply to everyone," you said. "We're human, Tommy. We're not a variable in mathematics, and as such, I'm pretty sure I would be able to learn how to love you if you came back someone completely and utterly changed."

"I have," Tommy said. "I am not the person I was in 1914."

"I'm not the person I was then, either," you said. "I've changed, even if it doesn't look it. I know I still look twenty four."

"Twenty six, at best."

"Thomas Shelby!" You shouted, placing the bread into the bread pan and grabbing a kitchen towel. Tommy dodged it as you thwacked it at him, laughing at the whole ordeal of the thing.

"I look a minimum of thirty-one, so you're better off than I," Tommy said. "And even as such, you're still the looker I fell in love with."

"Oh, if Ada were here, she'd have taken your head!" You laughed, and Tommy laughed, and oh, Tommy had never thought he'd have gotten so lucky as to heard the sound of your laugh again. "I would've watched--you are a real prick, Tommy!"

"A prick with whom you were once deeply in love," Tommy said. "One who you once kissed under a willow tree, and drank with, and sang with, and--"

You laughed, pressed your forehead against his shoulder. "I've missed you, Tommy."

"I've missed you more," Tommy said.

"How long are you to stay?" You asked.

"A week," Tommy said. "We can travel back to Birmingham together, if that sounds like an idea you fancy?"

You lifted your forehead from his shoulder. "That sounds wonderful," you said. "I'd really, really like that."

"Would you ever consider moving back?" Tommy asked. "I'm not asking you to if you don't want to, but if you'd consider..."

"If I were proposed to by a certain Birmingham native, I might consider it," you said. "Of course, this Birmingham native would have to fit six years of flirtations and kisses and casual signs of affection into just a week if such was his goal."

Tommy laughed. "I think he could manage that," he said. "Especially considering that he has a ring already--he bought it six months before he was drafted."

Your mouth opened in shock. "You were going to propose?"

"The plan was to do so the week I was drafted--sunset, perfect look out spot, everything was going to be amazing--but then I was drafted and proposing seemed to null itself out a little."

"You were going to propose and I left you in the dust? I am the worlds worst partner."

Tommy shook his head. "There are worse people," he said. "People who cheat on their spouses, namely. You only left because you missed me and it was so intense you couldn't handle the pain."

"When you put it that way, it sounds rather romantic," you said. "Less like one of the biggest mistakes I've ever made."

Tommy laughed, and he took your hand, and all he could think was that he was glad for the impulsiveness in his heart that'd dragged him onto a train for seven and a half hours, a shoddy hotel room for seven hours, and an additional hour spent trying to get rid of the scent of tobacco, chewing mint gum to rid it from his breath.

Tommy leaned in, and your arms found his shoulders as his found your waist. You closed the gap, and Tommy was kissing you for the first time in six years. He was kissing you for the first time in two thousand days.

He kissed you like a man starved and when you pulled away, wanted to kiss you again but managed to refrain.

"Missed that," you said.

Tommy gave a breathy laugh. "Ditto," he said.

Though the two of you were not the people you'd been before the war, you found it incredibly easy to love one another still.

"Well," Tommy said. "I would think I've got two weeks to cram six years worth of affection in to get you to come home, which means you'll probably grow sick of being kissed like that within the next bit."

You shook your head. "I would never," you said.

Tommy just laughed, pulled you in for another kiss and found his heart floating away from him, overtaken by love and joy and content, the rarely experienced emotions that always came into full effect whenever you were so much as in the same room as he was.

"I'll take your word for it, then," he said against your lips, laughing as you pulled him even closer, the both of you starved for one anothers touches.

And he would do as he said, let himself get lost in how you felt because the feeling of your touch was borderline intoxicating.

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Hey! Would it be possible to do a Tommy Shelby x Male reader? Something like fluff. For example a day out or after a long day of work. Thanks!

A/N: Well, it's probably not what you really wanted, but I hope you will still like it. The gn!Reader wasn't on purpose, but there was no reason for them to be a man or a woman. Evening Tommy Shelby x gn!Reader Warning: none

"So that's what you call relaxing?" You ask the man at the other side of the fence. You lean against the wood, watching him from a safe distance. "Why? What do you call relaxing?" He asks back. Cigarette burns between his lips. The smoke swirls in the air. "Something that can't bite you," you reason, and he scoffs. "She won't bite you." "You can't know that." "I can, and I do."

You really thought you would have a pleasant evening with Tommy when he told you the rest of his day is free. A drink or two, for example. Something, anything that doesn't involve animals with huge teeth and hard as fuck hooves.

"So," he says, looking at you from the horse. "Are you coming?" "Not really," you murmur under your breath. "What do you mean?" You ask him louder when he looks at you impatiently. "I will teach you how to ride," he says, looking at you like you are the crazy one. "Fuck no," you scoff, pushing yourself away from the fence. "Don't be a pussy." "You are the pussy." "Y/N." "Thomas." "I will fucking shoot you." "Why do you do this to me, Thomas?" You groan, jumping over the fence to get closer. Your steps are slow, and when the horse moves, you stop in your tracks. "She feels that you are afraid of her," Tommy rolls his eyes. "That's why I don't want to go near her," you whisper-shout, still staring at the animal. "Should I bring you a pony?" "What about a dog?" "You can't get a dog." "Why?" You are almost offended. Who is he to decide what you can get and what not? "You can barely keep yourself alive." "I saved your life! Twice!" "That's why I didn't shoot you already." "How nice of you." "Get. On. The. Horse."

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〈 connor | rk800 〉 please don't die again ✦ x reader ✦ rating: teen were ✦ x reader ✦ rating: teen don’t date vampires ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen

✮ marvel cinematic universe ✮

〈 general/no pairing/multiple 〉 how you met the avengers ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen the moment they realize they have feelings for you ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen first date with the avengers ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen 〈 bucky barnes 〉 ♡ ❤ doll, I'm yours ✦ x reader ✦ rating: teen long term effects of the blip ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen 〈 steve rogers 〉 dating captain american while being a SHIELD agent would include ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen being tony stark's sister and crushing on captain america would include ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen

〈 loki 〉 nightmares ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen mistakes were made ✦ x reader ✦ rating: teen untrustworthy x reader ✦ rating: teen mistletoe ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen i can't believe you just said that ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen what the avengers think of you dating loki ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen dating loki while being tony's sister would include ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen 〈 peter parker 〉 falling down ✦ x reader ✦ rating: teen dating peter parker would include ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen peter parker asking you to homecoming would include ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen peter parker crushing on you while being tony's daughter would include ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen dating peter parker while being tony's daughter would include ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen

✮ criminal minds ✮

〈 spencer reid 〉 in love with forensics and the genius ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen coffee, british accents, and jealousy ✦ x reader ✦ rating: teen little gibbs is dating the genius ✦ x reader ✦ rating: teen cuddles ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen golden heart ✦ x reader ✦ rating: teen too old for you ✦ x reader ✦ rating: teen it's a boy ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen they probably won't like me ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen charm bracelet ✦ x reader ✦ rating: teen

✮ supernatural ✮

〈 sam winchester 〉 welcome to the family ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen

〈 dean winchester 〉 what was grandpa like? ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen tell me i'm lying ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen the handgun in the '54 chevy bel air ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen

〈 castiel 〉 will be here for you ✦ x reader ✦ rating: teen 〈 jack kline 〉 help me out ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen

〈 destiel 〉 unlucky love ✦ character x character ✦ rating: gen

✮ anime ✮

〈 general/no pairing/multiple 〉 opposing sides ✦ rating: gen haikyuu boys as your older brother ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen haikyuu boys with an s/o who has ezcema ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen haikyuu boys with an s/o who is bullied ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen haikyuu boys with an s/o who has depression ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen haikyuu boys helping with an unaccepting parent ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen haikyuu boys comforting their s/o with a rough home life ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen

〈 kageyama tobio 〉 ❤ king of the court and queen of the rink ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen

〈 sugawara koushi 〉 ❤ on top of the world ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen

〈 nishinoya yu 〉 music to my ears ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen always here for you ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen

〈 hinata shouyo 〉 perfection is the ace ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen hinata with an s/o that is slightly taller than him ✦ x reader ✦ rating: gen

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