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zablife · 6 months

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No Peace For You Ever

Requested by @runnning-outof-time for my 2K celebration An Evening at Arrow House.

Author's Note: A special ty to the amazing @shelbydelrey who helped me brainstorm this one!

Warnings: dark fic 💀, mention of the supernatural, suicide

Tommy sighed contentedly as he leaned back against the headboard of the bed, business papers in hand as you peacefully slumbered at his side. It was long past midnight, but his restless mind wouldn’t allow him sleep, not with thoughts of his family weighing on him.

As he lost himself within the jargon contained in the documents, he failed to notice the frigid breeze tinging the air or how the roaring fire had been reduced to smoldering ash. It wasn’t until you began to stir that he took note of a change in the room. Looking down at your shivering form, he asked, “What’s wrong, darling?”

“M so cold, Tommy,” you mumbled, half asleep and unable to find him in the large bed.

Discarding his glasses on the bedside table, he turned out the light and slid under the covers. “C’mere,” he said, pulling you into his bare chest, full of warmth and gentle reassurance he hadn’t gone. His strong arms wrapped around you and you instantly felt his body heat radiating over you as you snuggled closer. A lazy smile tugged at the corners of your mouth as you felt his lips graze the top of your head. “Get some rest. We’ve got a big day tomorrow,” he reminded you, thumb grazing your shoulder gently. You wanted to voice your concern about the housewarming party, but too tired to protest, you only nodded against him. “Good girl,” he murmured as sweet slumber welcomed you once more.

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“Frances, tell Mr. Shelby I’m taking a walk,” you said as you gathered your coat and hat.

“Are you alright, ma’am? You didn’t eat any breakfast,” she asked, her kind blue eyes looking you over to be sure the stress of the last few weeks hadn’t made you overly anxious. She knew how much you wanted this evening’s party to be a success.

“I’ll have something later. I only need the fresh air now,” you said with a reassuring smile. You didn’t want her to know how your nerves were making your stomach churn into such a frenzy you felt you might be sick any moment. Was it your imagination or was Tommy retreating to his office more with every phone call from one of his disapproving relatives?

You had to stop the intrusive thoughts before they began so you set out toward the calming warmth of the morning sun, basking in the gentle heat upon your cheeks. You didn’t have any particular destination in mind when you set out from the house, passing the garage and the stables. You only knew you needed absolute quiet before the chaos of the evening began.

Soon you’d distanced yourself from anyone working near the house and the only sounds to be heard were the crows overhead and the distant rush of cool water from the river. As you inhaled a deep breath of fresh air, a frigid breeze stirred your hair and an unfamiliar scent came to you, something that shifted and changed as it swirled around you with the early morning fog. You began to sense you were not alone as you heard the snap of a twig from deep within the forest bordering your land. However, finding nothing but mist taunting your vision, you attempted to steady your breathing.

Pulling your cloak around your shoulders protectively, you turned to leave. The chill in the air was unmistakable as it had been last night. However, this time the source would become known as an unnatural presence stalked from beyond the brush in stealthy movements until a figure appeared just beyond your left shoulder.

“Y/n Shelby” a low voice called to you. Hands trembling at your throat, your head snapped from left to right, waiting for the person to show themselves. Soon a woman emerged from the dense fog, wild brunette hair flowing freely and fierce hazel eyes narrowing at you. You could only watch in speechless fright as she closed the space between you, leaning on a crooked walking stick.

“You have no clue who I am, do you?” she questioned, voice dripping with condescension. However, you’d placed her by now from the family photos in Tommy’s study. She’d lost weight, cheeks sunken and wrinkles etched into her pale skin, but the resemblance was unmistakable.

“You’re John’s widow, Esme,” you answered, trying not to let your fear show. You’d heard about her hatred of Tommy and the curse she’d placed on him before her hasty departure years ago.

“Don’t have to make it sound so harsh, love. I’m still a part of this family whether Tommy likes it or not,” she asserted firmly, a wild gleam in her eye.

You swallowed harshly with a nod of your head. “If you need me to arrange a meeting with Tommy…”

“I don’t want to see him,” she spat as she continued to stalk toward you.

You cocked your head, unsure of what else she might want. “Then is there something else?” you asked, feeling your breath coming hard and fast at the realization you were alone together and much further from the house than you would have liked.

Esme stopped suddenly, looking at you in distress as she made a mysterious confession, “There’s only one thing that could make it right.” She stared into the distance, a long silence stretching before you until she began speaking again, more to herself than you. “It’s been so long since I was back here living with John…”

You shook your head slowly, wanting to offer her comfort, but unsure how to right the wrongs of the past you’d only just become acquainted with yourself. “If you want to come to Arrow House, we’ll do everything we can to help you and the children,” you offered.

She spun around to face you, body tense and chest heaving. “Fuck you and your bloody mansion!” she spat at your feet, making you jump.

“Then why are you here?” you challenged her, your words coming out more forcefully than intended.

“Cos Thomas Shelby has lived in peace far too long. I warned him there’d be a price to pay,” she said, forcing her staff into the ground for emphasis with a look of devilment in her eye.

You began to back away, feeling her gaze rest upon you like that of a hungry wolf locked onto it’s prey. The long grass swept along the backs of your legs as another gust of wind blew and your nerve endings ignited sending shivers coursing down your spine. Your legs trembled in anticipation, the urge to flee growing by the second. You glanced back toward the path home knowing the attempt would be futile. Slow acceptance washed over you as you winced, “Are you here to kill me?” You felt your mouth go dry as you uttered the unthinkable, a knot forming in your stomach as you awaited an answer.

“I’m not armed,” she stated calmly, opening her jacket to prove it to you.

You felt the hammering in your chest subside as you inhaled a shaky breath, but you were still wary of her. There was something unsettling about her presence which told you she didn’t need weapons to do harm. “You won’t hurt Tommy either?” you asked, tears gathering in your eyes as the unspoken plea for your husband’s life hung in the air between you.

“If that’s what you want,” she said with a crooked smile, amusement evident in her tone. “Perhaps there is something you can do for me.”

“Yes, anything,” you said nodding vigorously. Closing your eyes in relief, head tipped up to the heavens in grateful prayer, you didn’t see her dip into the satchel at her waist and remove a few seeds. She scattered them at your feet with a chuckle, the jarring sound of her laughter bringing you back to reality.

As you inspected the small, brown shells at your feet, you furrowed your brow in confusion. Were they nuts? Seeds? You couldn’t be sure until they suddenly began to burrow into the ground with a speed that made you gasp. Roots formed before your very eyes, growing and twisting in gnarled patterns along the ground until they began to snake toward your toes. As in a nightmare, you found your feet growing heavy and uncooperative as a wayward root found it’s way up your leg, lacing elegantly back and forth like a snake until you were bound to the spot were you stood.

Esme stood back and watched you carefully, a look of satisfaction on her face as you began to feel a tightening in your chest. Your lungs felt as though they were being punctured by thorns and you began to cough. “What have you done?” you sputtered, feeling your body begin to shake. There was no answer as a violent fit overtook you, delicate petals spewing from your pink lips and falling to the ground. Your hands shot up to gather them, but you found jagged leaves in place of fingers, sprouts shooting from your fingertips. You wished to shout, but by now your voice had gone, only a rustling of leaves in it’s place as you stood trapped within the bark of a twisted blackthorn tree. A faint echo of the curse Esme had issued long ago whispered forth in the wind replacing your scream with her words, “No peace for you ever.”

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“Frances, where did Mrs. Shelby say she was going?” Tommy asked, looking down at his pocket watch. The hour had grown late and he was concerned you hadn’t returned for lunch.

“She said she was going for a walk, sir,” Frances replied. “She enjoys the path by the river.”

“Thank you,” Tommy replied, grabbing his coat and setting off to find you. However, his search that day would be fruitless and his agitation grew as his family arrived for dinner.

The moment Polly arrived he grasped her elbow, pulling his aunt into his office with harsh insistence. “It could only have been you. What have you done with her?” Tommy seethed.

Jerking her arm away, Polly’s brown eyes lit with fury to match her nephew’s. “What the bloody hell, Tommy!”

“Y/n, she went missing this afternoon,” he said, raking a hand through his hair and making his appearance even more untidy than before. Pacing like a caged animal, he shook his head. “Don’t try to deny it, Pol!” he pointed at her accusingly. “You warned me she wouldn’t last long in the family and I know what that means.”

Polly furrowed her brow in concern, eyes tracking Tommy’s impatient movement from one end of the room to the other. “Tommy, I’ll pretend you didn’t just accuse me of doing away with your wife. You obviously aren’t thinking clearly,” she stated, straightening her fur. She crossed to the bar to pour three fingers of whisky before handing it to him to calm his nerves.

She breathed a sigh of relief as she watched him pause long enough to gulp it down, hoping it might weigh him to the carpet for a moment as she reasoned with him. Using the low, soothing voice she reserved for moments of crisis she began, “Is it possible she’s left of her own accord. Gone back to France?”

Tommy's eyes glazed over as he allowed her words to penetrate his heart and just when he accepted the stab of betrayal, a sharp knock came upon the door. The noise pulled him from the depths of his despair, a hopeful look brightening his eyes as the stablehand held up Mrs. Shelby’s cloak. “We found this tangled in the blackthorn, Mr. Shelby.”

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One year later…

Time and time again Tommy had returned to the tree where your belongings were found, praying for the first time in years that you might return. Despite his best efforts to learn if you’d been kidnapped or worse, there was no word from his men north or south and the lack of information was slowly driving him mad. His only consolation was found at the foot of the gnarled blackthorn tree where, for reasons unknown to him, he felt closer to you. However, he never allowed his family or staff to accompany him to the area he considered sacred ground. It had become far too personal.

On the anniversary of your disappearance, when a walk by the river failed to soothe him, Tommy began to loose all faith. He craved the softness of your touch, the sound of your laughter, the glimmer in your eye when he called your name. There hadn’t been enough time to savor it all before you’d gone and the thought he might never experience it again was ripping him apart. “I don’t know how much longer I can go on without you, Y/n,” he cried, dropping to his knees.

Looking up into the twisted branches, the snow-white blossoms overhead showered over him. The scent of the blooms surprised him as they smelled far sweeter than any he’d ever noticed before. In fact, it transported him to a happier time when he danced with you in Paris, holding you close to him and promising to love you forever. He whispered your name to the heavens and was rewarded with another sprinkling of flowers, a bittersweet smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

Within the confines of your thorny prison, you watched over your beloved husband. Instinctively you moved toward him, but the roots planted long ago had burrowed deep into the earth, holding you captive so you could do nothing more than bear witness to his suffering.

As his shoulders slumped forward, his large hand dipped beneath his woolen coat and your terror grew as you spied what he had been reaching for. Tommy’s eyes shut tight as his arm snapped to attention at his temple, the muscle memory of a soldier called to action. A hushed prayer fell from his lips just audible over the babbling brook. “In the bleak midwinter…”

You would have gasped if you still remained human or shouted a desperate plea for your husband’s life, but now it became nothing more than a silent prayer for someone or something to stop him in time.

It was not to be. The crisp clear shot rang out into the air and you strained against your bonds in agony. Your efforts resulted in nothing more than a muffled rustling of leaves and an echo carried away on the wind, “No peace for you ever.”

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duffslut · 1 year

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Faking tears

Nikki Sixx x Reader

My Masterlist.

Word Count: 630

Warnings: Smut! Oral Sex, Daddy Kink, Degradation Kink, Dacryphilia Kink etc. Minors Dni.

- Do you want it? - Nikki asked, moving his hips and making his hard cock dangle in front of your face.

- Yeah. - You said in a whimper.

- Then ask for it. - He said.

- Give me the dick, dada. - You said in a sly voice, leaning forward hoping to finally get what you wanted.

Nikki let out a laugh that made your body shiver and approached you, he held his dick in one of his hands and hit your face with it while laughing at you.

- What a dumb little whore. - He said in a low voice, watching as you kept your mouth open waiting for him to shove his dick down your throat. - You look so pretty for daddy like that.

- Here. - Nikki gently placed the tip of his cock on your lips. - Slow down baby, daddy doesn't want to hurt your little mouth. - He said, putting his dick in and out of your mouth repeatedly.

You kissed his hard, juicy cock, it felt like a dream to finally have his thick pink cock in your mouth, his orders for you to take it slow didn't work, because minutes later you already had his dick so deep in your throat you could barely breathe, you interspersed between his balls and his cock, smearing everything with your drool.

Nikki wrapped his veiny hands around your neck and squeezed your skin as he forced his cock deep into your throat, your eyes rolled back as your mouth was fucked hard.

- Come here. - Nikki commanded, groping your tits and squeezing your nipples while you walked still a bit bewildered to the bed.

He lay down on the bed and put his arms behind his head.

- Do your job doll. - He said, you already know what to do. - Just like daddy taught you.

You straddled Nikki, rubbing your luscious pussy on his cock without letting him penetrate you, your hips moving back and forth quickly, the tip of his dick oozed a clear, sticky liquid and you rubbed it across his abdomen, scratching his sweaty skin with your fingernails while riding on his lap.

You lost control of your body a few seconds later when the feel of your pussy rubbing from balls to tip of Nikki's cock was enough to make you delirious, you closed your eyes and leaned your spine back, moaning more and more uncontrollably, rubbing your body against his harder and harder, your blood was boiling, the pressure in your body was so much that you didn't even hear what Nikki was saying, your moans were too loud you couldn't even listen to him.

- Don't come yet... No... Don't you dare. - It was the few words you heard during your ecstasy, but it was too late, as your ride got slower, your cum spread throughout the length of Nikki's dick.

Your orgasm was so strong that you had tears coming out of your eyes, one of the things that only happened when you fucked with Nikki. You leaned your body forward for comfort, bringing your bare chest together with Nikki's.

Nikki stroked your hair for a few seconds while you had your face buried in his shoulder, but it didn't last long until he showed his dissatisfaction with you. Nikki's caress in your hair started to get more aggressive until he pulled your hair all the way, forcing you to lift your head.

- Shame on you Y/n. - He said seriously, still with his hand holding your hair. - I'll give a real reason for these fake tears.

As soon as Nikki finished talking, you felt his cock being fully penetrated inside you, the startle made you feel a twinge of pain, but Nikki couldn't care less, he thrust inside you mercilessly, making you sob and beg him to slow down.

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vinces-bbgirl · 8 months

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INTRODUCTION !

hellooo ! my name is vince and i use it / they / he pronouns !

!! this is a 16+ blog !!

I WRITE FOR ;;

nikki sixx

vince neil !!!!!!!

tommy lee

mick mars

james hetfield

kirk hammett

lars ulrich !!!!!!!!

dave mustaine

+++ possibly more , just ask !!

REQUEST INFO ;;

i write any gender reader ! please put readers gender / pronouns in your request !

i write both nsfw + sfw !

please be specific with what you want in your request !

I WILL NOT WRITE ;;

p3dophila

r4pe

too big of an age gap

scat

EXTRA INFO ;;

feel free to dm me if you would like to talk !

i wont always be online or able to write or talk . please remember i do have my own life .

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morgandr · 4 months

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Imagine:

Your husband, Hank putting you to bed as you been exhausted for the entire day.

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(NOT MY VIDEO!)

(Hank Marshall X Reader)

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(TAGS)

#old hollywood #oldhollywoodedit #Hank Marshall #tommy lee jones #blue sky 1994 #gif imagine #moviegifs #images #imagine #x reader #fluff #y/n #fame dr #husband

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sebastianbuckyleefowler · 2 years

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your camera roll + pov (Instagram caption) as Sebastian’s wife/hubby

1 : "Sailor Seb, i love him"

3 : "idk if his angry against me or against people thinking he's american"

2 : "He makes me horny"

4 : "Daddy and son, makes me proud"

5 : "I approves the Tommy Lee's look, so sexy"

6 : "Love see this at my wake up, makes me horny"

7 : "Come w/ my food hubby, please"

8 : "He faked to be scared by my boo joke"

9 : "We are lost, but i'm also lost in his eyes"

10 : "he has a headache, i will take care of him tonight, my poor baby"

#sebastian stan #sexy sebass #bucky barnes #sebastian stan x reader #james buchanan barnes #james buchanan bucky barnes #tommy lee #winter soldier #sebastian stan x y/n #sebastian stan x you

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busyizzysworld · 11 months

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Guys it’s finally here the Ellie story that’s been put off and not uploaded for months cause I never finished it, it’s short so there will be a part two

Also I have uploaded a Mötley Crüe short story that will also have a part two, so for all my Mötley fans out there, there’s something for you too

You guys can find all my stories on wattpad, same user as here @ ellies-girl

#ellie x reader #ellie the last of us #ellie tlou #ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #ellie x y/n #tlou hbo #ellie williams smut #motley crue #nikki sixx #tommy lee #vince neil #mick mars #mötley crüe #80s metal #80s rock

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sergeantbarnessdoll · 4 months

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Hiiii are you taking requests? If so then how about a Tommy fic where he’s like super protective of the reader idk I’m thinking of that scene in Pam and Tommy where the construction worker walks in on Pam in the kitchen.

Stay Away From My Wife » Tommy Lee

Pairings: Husband!Tommy Lee x Wife!Reader

Summary: Someone gets a little too close to Tommy’s wife.

Warnings: Fluff, language, overprotective Tommy, unwanted staring, kissing, pet names (babe, baby)

A/N: My apologies if I get anything wrong. I haven’t watched Pam & Tommy in a while and I only seen part of the episode you’re talking about so this is based off of what I remember of it. I also put my own twist on it.

Thank you for requesting!🩵 @marvelobsessed134

Written on my phone. I’m sorry for any mistakes and typos.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators. I found this one on Pinterest.

You hummed to yourself as you made coffee. You leaned over the kitchen counter, watching the coffee pour into the coffee pot. You went to the pantry to get stuff out to make pancakes. You were pouring pancake mix in a bowl while humming lyrics to your favorite song and swaying your hips side to side. You felt an unfamiliar presence behind you. You turned around to see one of the construction workers standing a couple feet away from you.

“Umm, what are you doing in here?” You asked him, raising an eyebrow.

The construction worker didn’t say anything. He just stared at you. That’s when you realized you were only wearing one of Tommy’s shirts and a pair of panties underneath it. You shrieked and pulled it down to cover your ass.

“Tommy!” You yelled.

Tommy came running into the kitchen within 5 seconds.

“What’s wrong, babe?” Tommy asks.

“This weirdo thought he could get a free peak of me in my panties!” You say, feeling your cheeks heat up in embarrassment.

Tommy felt his blood boiling as he looked at the construction worker. He gently pushed you behind his body, shielding you from him.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” Tommy asks, raising his voice at the guy.

“I uhh…” The guy stuttered with wide eyes, not knowing what to see.

“You uhh what?” Tommy mocked him. “You thought you could see my wife in her panties and get away with it?” He says.

“I’m sorry, sir!” The guy apologizes. “I promise it won’t happen again!” He says.

“You’re damn right it won’t happen again cause you’re fucking fired!” Tommy says.

“Wh-What?” He asks, blinking a couple times.

“You’re fired! Get your shit, get out of my house, and most importantly, stay the hell away from my wife!” Tommy pointed at the door. “If I ever catch you staring at my wife again, you’re going to regret it.” He says.

The guy gulped and nodded, quickly leaving the kitchen. Tommy sighed loudly, running his fingers through his hair. He looked down at you and wrapped his strong tattooed arms around you protectively, pulling you close to him.

“Are you ok, baby?” Tommy asks softly.

“I am now.” You say, laying your head against his chest and traced one of his many tattoos on his arms.

“Did he touch you or hurt you in anyway?” He asks. “Cause if he did, I’ll kick his ass.” He says.

“No. He just made me feel uncomfortable with his staring.” You say, looking up at him.

Tommy cupped your cheeks and kissed you passionately.

“Is it ok if you hold me while we stand here?” You asked.

“I have a better idea.” Tommy says.

Before you could ask what his idea is, he picked you up and walked to the living room. You instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist. He sat down with you on his lap and rubbed his hand up and down your back.

“I still want pancakes.” You mumbled loud enough for him to hear.

Tommy chuckled and kissed the side of your head.

“I’ll make you some pancakes, baby.” Tommy says, gently moving you onto the couch next to him before standing up.

“I love you so much, Tommy.” You say, kissing him.

“I love you too, babe.” He says against your lips.

🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍

-Bucky’s Doll

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lillybbyy · 1 year

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Hi sugar, I know it’s been awhile since I posted something on here. But that doesn’t mean I don’t want to write or stopped. I would love to post again but don’t know what to write or who to write about. My requests are opened ❤️

Soooooo here is a list of people I could write about. Please, if there isn’t someone on the list that you like, ask me and I’ll see what I could do. I’ll take requests.

Fictional characters

Harry Potter

• Harry Potter

•Fred and George Weasley

•Theodore Nott

•Draco Malfoy

•Blaise Zabini

Criminal minds

•Spencer Reid

•Derek Morgan

•Aaron Hotchner

•Luke Alvez

Wednesday

•Xavier Thorpe

•Ajax Petropolus

Stranger things

•Steve Harrington

•Eddie Munson

•Mike Wheeler (age up)

•Billy Hargrove

• Jonathan Byers

Non-fictional people

Metallica

•Kirk Hammett

•James Hetfield

Motley Crue

•Nikki Sixx

•Tommy Lee

GNR

•slash

•Izzy stradlin

•duff McKagan

Megadeth

•Dave Mustaine

Formula 1

•Charles Leclerc

•Carlos Sainz

•Toto Wolff

•Lewis Hamilton

•Daniel Ricciardo

•Lando Norris

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nikkisix · 1 year

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The Gentle Giant

Tommy Lee & Y/N

Took me two nights to finish this up 🙂

#motley crue #Tommy lee x Y/N #gentle giant

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penmansparadise · 25 days

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Tommy Shelby ~ Dust in the Wind

*I DON'T OWN THIS GIF* *CREDIT TO GIF OWNER*

*I do not give anyone permission to repost my work in any way (translations included)*

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 5.5k

Warnings: Discusses infant loss/stillborn, ANGST, mild language, possibly ooc Tommy

a/n: Alright, well, it has been quite some time since I've posted on this site. First, let me get a few things out. 1) This is the most self-indulgent piece I have ever written, so if you don't want to read it, please just keep on scrolling. 2) This does not mean that I am ready to start taking requests again or that I will be regularly writing again. As stated before, this is a very self-indulgent piece because I just experienced the loss of my daughter, who was born prematurely. It has completely wrecked me, and I have just finally decided to start writing again. I am trying to navigate my loss and thought maybe writing would help. It did, and although this piece is a little darker than I usually write, it was therapeutic, and I wanted to share it because I am proud of my work. I did write it as a reader insert, but if you all read it and think it would be better as an OC story, I'll change it. Anyway, this is the first time I've ever written for Tommy, so please forgive the potential out-of-character actions he has in this story. Also, it has been a bit since I watched season 3 so forgive any mistakes. I took some liberties with the story by adding different children for Tommy and Y/N and some of the things that happened in the show. Well, I hope you enjoy this story, and would really like to know what you all think.

Y/N was no stranger to death. It was Small Heath, for goodness’ sake. Death practically ran in the water. Being deeply entrenched in the Shelby family since she was a young girl only made her acquaintance with death’s steely grip all that much closer. She had been to more than enough funerals in her 29 years of living. She was present at the cemetery when her father finally drank himself into his grave, she was there to mourn when consumption took her mother, and she showed up to support Ada when they buried Freddie. Y/N was always there when any of the Peaky boys were killed in the line of action, and she even showed up for her elderly childhood neighbor’s funeral. But this time, it was different. She wasn’t gathered in the woods on the outskirts of Small Heath to mourn for someone else. There wasn’t a stranger tucked away in the wagon standing in front of her. The Shelbys weren’t gathered to bid farewell to a distant relative or friend. The Lees weren’t generously providing this funeral for a price. No, the whole Shelby and Lee families were there for her and Tommy this time.

The heat from the flames washed over Y/N’s face, making her sweat a little, but she didn’t move. She wanted to be as close as she could possibly be. If she had it her way, she would have jumped into the wagon and let the flames swallow her whole, but Tommy’s hand tightly gripping hers anchored her to the ground. It had only been a few days. It couldn’t have been more than four, but with how time was moving, it felt like a lifetime had passed. The flames roared on, and Tommy squeezed her hand a little tighter, causing Y/N’s throat to tighten. She swallowed down the sadness trying to claw its way out of her. Y/N wasn’t going to break down in front of all these people. She didn’t want to cry at all, for that matter. It felt like it had been an endless stream of tears, and Y/N was done. If only her aching heart would catch the memo. Y/N’s eyes traveled the length of the flames until they landed on the little plaque one of the Lee boys carved for the wagon. “Lily Eleanora Shelby,” it read, and suddenly, the sadness returned with a vengeance. Y/N shut her eyes, and the events that led to this day played in her head. She was supposed to be happy. She was supposed to be full of unadulterated joy. She was supposed to be cradling her newborn baby girl. But she wasn’t. Instead, she held onto her husband’s hand like a lifeline as she watched her daughter’s wagon burn. One day. That’s all it took to completely destroy her.

Even as she stood there, watching the flames devour her daughter’s wagon, she still recounted everything she did four days ago, trying to figure out what could have possibly led to this result. Four days ago, she was a cheery 29-week pregnant woman. A stay-at-home mom who, with the help of their maid Frances, cared for her and Tommy’s three-year-old son, Benjamin. That day had started like any other. Tommy was already out, and she could hear Frances chasing Ben around his room. The little boy’s giggles echoed through the house, and she remembers smiling as she slid a hand over her round tummy. Y/N couldn’t wait for Ben to be a big brother. She got ready like any other day and eventually made her way to her son, who welcomed her presence with a hug and a kiss. The little boy rubbed her tummy, planted a chaste kiss to her navel, and smiled at her.

“I just wanted to let my little brother or sister know that I love them too, Mommy,” he had said, causing Y/N’s heart to clench. Even at three, he was a charmer, just like his father. She knelt to be at eye level with her son and lifted her hand to cradle his face.

“You’re going to be a wonderful big brother; do you know that?”

“Of course I will be, Mommy. I’ve been practicing sharing my toys with Frances and making sure I listen real good to you and daddy.” He said, standing up straighter to exhibit his full height. “Frances says I need to be a good example for the new baby, or else Santa won’t bring me any presents this year for Christmas. How outrageous is that, Mommy!?”

Y/N stifled a laugh before brushing Ben’s hair back and looking up to see Frances smirking from her spot by Ben’s block tower.

“I’m sure Santa won’t forget about you this year, honey.” She told her son. The boy gave her a toothy grin before trotting off to continue playing with his blocks.

Y/N returned to her feet and watched Ben for another minute before retreating to the new nursery. It was already put together, and she often found herself hiding away in that room. She glided her hand over the bassinet and let the soft fabric tickle her palm. The walls were already decorated with paintings of horses, some of which came from Ben, who insisted that his younger sibling have them. She sat on the rocking chair and gently rubbed her hands over her stomach, earning a little kick from her unborn child. A soft laugh fell from her lips as she looked down at her growing bump.

“Sorry to disturb you, love.” She whispered, her hands still rubbing slow circles. “Mommy just wanted to let you know she loves you very much. And so does your big brother, who is very excited to meet you.”

Another kick came.

“You’re excited to meet him, too? I’ll have to let him know.”

“Daddy loves you too, just in case Mommy forgot to mention that.” Tommy’s voice came from the doorway, causing Y/N to look up. He gave her a full smile, the one he reserved only for her and their son, and it fell over her like a warm blanket.

“Mommy was just about to get there. Had daddy not interrupted her,” she said. Tommy hummed in response as he floated across the room to kneel before her. He looked up at Y/N through his lashes and said, “Sure you were,” before removing her hands and planting a soft kiss where they had just lay.

“Daddy can’t wait to meet you,” he whispered against her stomach, his warm breath radiating throughout her body. Tommy looked up at Y/N before standing and pressing his lips to hers. When he pulled away, a smile matching his spread across her face. She was beaming. She had dreamt of being in this position for many years as a teenager, and now it was real. Thomas Shelby was hovering over her very pregnant figure in their unborn second child’s nursery. Their lively three-year-old son’s muffled laughter ricocheted off the hallway walls. It was everything she ever wanted, and she was so happy.

“What’s that look for?” Tommy asked, pulling her out of her thoughts.

“Nothing,” she hummed, gaining a skeptical eyebrow raise from her husband. “I just love you. That’s all.”

Tommy nestled his face into the crook of her neck, peppering kisses along the exposed skin. Then he pulled back, looked into her eye, and said, “I love you more than you know, Y/N.”

He gave her one more swift kiss before standing and sauntering out of the room with a smirk. The rest of the day went by like any day usually went. She sat around and read, played with Ben, ate lunch at 1100, put Ben down for a nap at 1230, and then went back to reading. Tommy was in and out, balancing work from home and the office. She could tell that day was extra tiring from how he sighed every time he left the house. It was after Tommy left for the last time of the day that Y/N got the idea to wander down to the kitchen. When she entered, the cooks were hard at work peeling and slicing vegetables.

“Good evening, Mrs. Shelby,” the head chef began, “is there anything we can do for you, ma’am?”

Y/N clasped her hands behind her back as she rocked back and forth on her heels like a guilty toddler. “Um,” she said, “actually, yes, there is.” She stepped into the kitchen and moved her hands to rest on her stomach. “I was thinking that maybe tonight you and the rest of the staff could take the evening off and allow me to cook dinner.”

The head chef’s eyes widened at her statement. Everyone else stilled for a brief moment, waiting for him to speak. “Oh,” he stammered, “b-but, Mrs. Shelby, and please forgive me if I am overstepping, but shouldn’t you be resting instead of cooking?” His eyes dipped down to her protruding abdomen before landing back on her face.

“Resting? I rest all day. Really,” Y/N said, waving the chef’s comment off, “it would be nothing. I actually miss being in the kitchen. It’ll be nice. Therapeutic.” She couldn’t miss the wide-eyed stares from everyone in the room, but she chose to ignore them. When they didn’t move to leave, she stepped forward, placed a gentle hand on the head chef’s back, and began leading him out of the kitchen.

“Trust me,” she said, “I’ll be fine. Thank you for your concern, though.”

Once she ushered the staff out, she began working on dinner. It had been a long time since she cooked, but it came back to her like riding a bicycle. She couldn’t escape the excitement that bubbled inside of her as she fell into a groove preparing dinner for her family again. She boiled the potatoes the staff had peeled, sauteed the peppers and onions, and braised the beef that was in the refrigerator. About an hour into cooking, a dull pain emanated from her lower back and into her hips. The dull pain slowly morphed into a pressure that she just assumed was normal 29-week pregnancy symptoms. It’s just the baby getting comfortable. The baby is just moving around and pressing a little harder than usual on my cervix. She ignored the feelings and finished cooking before asking the kitchen staff for help to bring the meal into the dining room. Once the table was set, Frances went and fetched her boys, alerting them that not only had Y/N cooked dinner, but she had also served it. She greeted the boys in the doorway of the dining room and gave each a kiss before they all sat to eat. That pain returned in her lower back and hips, making it hard to get comfortable in her seat. She let out a low groan of discomfort, and Tommy placed his hand over hers to gain her attention.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his eyebrows knitted together. She swallowed another groan that threatened to come out and nodded with a strained smile. Y/N could tell that her weak answer did nothing to reassure Tommy, but he didn’t press her.

“How do you like the meal?” She asked, doing her best to not sound strained against the constant pressure she felt pulsing between her legs.

Before Tommy could answer, Ben nodded with enthusiasm and stuffed a heaping scoop of mashed potatoes into his mouth. “I love it, Mommy! This is the best dinner I’ve ever had,” he said through his mouthful of food.

Y/N smiled, but it must have looked more like a grimace because this time, Tommy stood up and moved to her side. “Y/N,” he said, placing his hands on her shoulders, “are you sure you’re okay? Should I have Frances phone the doctor?”

Y/N grabbed his hand and squeezed it as she looked up to her husband. “I’m fine, darling. I promise. Let’s just finish dinner.” She pulled his hand to her mouth and pressed a kiss to his knuckles. Then, using her head, she motioned for Tommy to sit again. He stared at her for another moment, the line on his forehead deepening, before sighing and retaking his seat. She kept her discomfort under wraps for the remainder of dinner because Tommy didn’t mention anything until after they had put Ben down for the night and were about to crawl into bed. The pressure and pain had only grown in that short time, and she was beginning to get nervous. She was sitting on the edge of their bed, eyes shut, and taking some deep breaths when Tommy’s hands landed on her thighs. She could feel him kneeling between her legs, but she didn’t open her eyes. She didn’t want to admit that her anxiety was consuming her or that the pain and pressure had turned into abdominal cramps. It wasn’t until she suddenly felt the bed beneath her sopping wet that she looked at Tommy. He looked down and saw the fluid dripping from her nightgown and their duvet before his gaze landed on her. She could see his mouth moving, but his voice was drowned out by her rapidly beating heart. Something is wrong. She thought. This shouldn’t be happening. I’m too early. Tommy pushed away the hair that had begun sticking to her sweaty forehead, and then ran out of the room. His voice was distant, but she could have sworn he said something about calling Polly and Ada. She wasn’t sure because all she could focus on was the sharp pain that was puncturing her abdomen and the immense pressure building between her legs. Before she could comprehend what was happening, Tommy scooped her up and lay her on their bed. What about the sheets? I’m going to ruin the bed.

She must have said those thoughts aloud because Tommy quickly said, “Don’t worry about the bed, love. We’ll get another one if we have to.” The pain was only getting worse, and she had to shut her eyes and bite her tongue to prevent a groan from escaping. She didn’t know how much time had passed before Polly and Ada came rushing into the room, shoving Tommy into the hallway. When it was just the three of them, Y/N finally let out a guttural moan. She didn’t remember this much pain when she gave birth to Ben. Something is wrong. Something is not right. Those words chanted in her head like a mantra. Polly set her up on her bed while Ada used a wet towel to wipe away the sweat beading on her face.

“Just breathe, Y/N,” Polly chirped soothingly in her ear. “Ada and I are here. We’re going to take care of you.”

Anxiety coursed through her veins and unfurled in her gut when the pressure between her legs began to increase. She tried to cross her legs and prevent the inevitable from happening, but Polly and Ada wouldn’t let her. Tears of pain and fear streamed down her cheeks. She wanted to scream at them to stop and let her try to stop this urge to push. But the pain and pressure were too much, and the only sound that came out of her mouth was a low groan.

She could feel Polly’s hand between her legs, and the words “crowning” and “push” floated to her ears. Ada took her hand, and Y/N tried with every fiber in her body to not push, but her body had other plans. She held her breath and begged her body to stop forcing her baby out of her, but it was too late. The pressure was building. Climbing to a peak that felt like it would rip her in half until suddenly, she felt relief. Her heavy breathing filled the room, and she waited impatiently for the tell-tale cries of her baby, but they never came. She opened her eyes and looked at Polly and then at Ada. They both just stared back at her, and Y/N knew something wasn’t right.

“Y/N,” was all Polly whispered, and she knew. The silence was deafening. She lay there, completely exposed, bleeding, and sweaty, and waited, but her baby gave her nothing. Her eyes shut and then, without any strength to stop it, let out a crushing wail. The tears overflowed, and when she opened her eyes again, she watched the door burst open and Tommy storm in. He moved over to where Polly held their baby and looked down at their motionless child.

“Why isn’t she crying?” He asked.

It was a girl. I had a baby girl. Even through her tears and sobs, she could see Tommy’s chest rising and falling at a rapid pace.

“Why isn’t she fucking crying, Pol!?” Tommy’s voice boomed through the room and mixed with her loud cries to create the saddest song. She could see the distress in the slant of his shoulders and how he ran a hurried hand through his cropped hair. He didn’t wait for anyone to answer his question before bounding across the room and landing on the floor next to her. His hands found hers, and she could feel them shaking. His lips pressed to Y/N’s forehead and cheeks, absorbing only some of the tears that continued to cascade down her face.

“It’s okay,” he whispered, but the way his voice cracked in her ear told her he didn’t even believe those words. “I love you, Y/N.” She could hear that his words dripped with the same despair she felt. “You know that, ey? I love you, and it’s going to be okay.”

Tommy’s words echoed in her head as she watched the fire blaze around her daughter’s wagon. She wanted to be convinced that his words were true, but she couldn’t bring herself to believe them. When the funeral finished, they all returned to Arrow House, where the wake was being held. Even being in a crowded room surrounded by family, Y/N felt alone. Her whole body was like radio static – unfeeling. Tommy’s hand was on her lower back the entire time, but she still felt like she was floating away. Nothing could tether her to this reality anymore.

Several people approached her and Tommy, and with every person, a new empty comment emerged.

“I’m so sorry for your loss,” which loosely translates to, “Boy, that sucks to be you.”

“I can’t even imagine what you’re going through,” which means, “I’m really glad I’m not dealing with that!”

And, “At least you still have Ben,” equates to, “You shouldn’t be upset when you still have one kid alive.”

With every consolation tossed at her feet like the change she used to find on the ground when she was a child, this unknown sensation began to build in her chest. It was heavy and wild, like an untamed animal. It was red and bared its teeth, ready to bite. It was something Y/N had never felt before. She was usually understanding, calm, and collected. She wasn’t hot-headed or easily provoked. But now, she was quickly discovering that what she was feeling was rage. Hot and stormy, it ravaged her insides, and instead of beating it back into its cage, Y/N leaned into it, letting it hold her battered and broken soul up.

After the wake, Y/N let her sadness swallow her. She hid in one of the guest rooms daily and even went as far as to avoid Tommy. She couldn’t bring herself to look at him because every time their eyes met, two things happened. 1) she could see the grief he was carrying like cinder blocks chained to his neck, and 2) she could see the way he looked at her like she was a broken piece of artwork now. She knew she was a shell of the woman she once was, but it hurt her even more to know that Tommy saw it so plainly in her, too. He didn’t see her as the strong, independent woman he fell in love with. No, now she was a ghost of her former self, and she couldn’t take his pity for having lost their daughter and herself.

Although clearly grieving, Tommy didn’t seem nearly as phased by their loss as Y/N. He was able to jump back into work, and now, nearly a week since the wake, he was back to being fully invested. If Y/N were being honest, she envied Tommy for being able to distract himself. She couldn’t do anything but hide from the memories that haunted their home and do her best to still be a good mother to Ben. When a week finally passed since laying her daughter to rest, Y/N knew she had to do something. She would talk to Polly and beg for some sort of work. She didn’t care that Polly insisted that Y/N take some “time to heal.” She needed a distraction. Being in Arrow House felt more like a prison than a home.

Y/N got dressed and began to head for the door after handing Ben over to Frances. But, as she approached Tommy’s office, she could hear him talking. She peeked through the tiny crack to discover John and Arthur sitting at Tommy’s desk.

“Ada’s handling the Communists. She’s got someone on the inside who’s giving us information,” Tommy stated. “And,” he shuffled papers around on his desk, “I’m…dealing with Father Hughes.”

“And what about the horny princess?” John asked, leaning forward and adjusting his jacket. “You gonna figure out where her family keeps the jewels?”

Tommy waved him off. “I already know.” That single statement had both his brothers and Y/N leaning forward just slightly. Tommy lay a large blueprint on his desk, causing the brothers to stand.

“They keep their entire collection in this strong room. There’s no way to get in from above without a key,” Tommy stated, flattening the paper and looking up at his brothers.

“So, what’s your plan, brother?” Arthur asked like a good soldier. Tommy straightened slightly, and Y/N could tell he was a little uncomfortable. He pulled a cigarette from his case and slid it across his bottom lip before lighting it and taking a drag.

“We’ve gotta tunnel in,” Tommy said without hesitation. Those four words landed on the Shelby men like a grenade, and Y/N could almost feel the atmosphere shift at the statement. None of them moved. It was evident that the idea of tunneling hadn’t been a thought in any of their minds since the war. Tommy cleared his throat.

“I know,” he began, “but there’s no other way. I’ve already got Johnny Dogs ready to help. He’ll set up camp where we’ll start the tunnel.”

The air was thick, and again, neither of the brothers spoke. She knew they didn’t like the plan, but they would comply because Tommy was giving the orders. Y/N watched as John and Arthur fiddled with their suit jackets, their anxious energy hitting her like a baseball bat to the face. It wasn’t until Arthur blew out a puff of air and ran his hand through his messy hair, exposing his apprehension, that Y/N knew what she would do. Without even a second thought, Y/N opened the door to Tommy’s office, and all three men turned to face her. She was only adding insult to injury as the silence in the room became even heavier. Neither of her brothers-in-law had seen her since the wake, and the uneasy energy was almost palpable. Tommy stepped toward her but didn’t get too close, which Y/N could see his brothers noticed.

“Y/N, is everything alright, love?”

Her eyes flitted between all three of the Shelby men for a moment before finally landing back on Tommy. She knew she probably looked like a deer in headlights. Her stare was frazzled, and she knew she looked a bit harried. But she still squared her shoulders and stated with the most conviction she could muster, “Let me help.”

All three men’s eyes widened to the size of saucers, but only one spoke.

“Excuse me?” Tommy asked, incredulity lacing each word. There was no going back now. Y/N had to double down on her commitment. So, she waved her hand toward the blueprints on Tommy’s desk.

“With the tunnel.”

Tommy’s eyes turned a shade darker, and Y/N could see his jaw tick. She only glanced at John and Arthur for a second, and they both looked like they might choke on the thickness of the air. She felt like she might, too, but she held her ground. She was not a fragile porcelain doll and could help her husband like she used to. Tommy coughed, then turned to his brothers and, in a calm voice, asked, “Would you mind giving me a moment with my wife, boys?”

Neither of the brothers wasted a second before hustling out into the hallway. Once the door shut behind them, Tommy’s steely gaze landed back on Y/N. Before, she would have felt a little nervous under Tommy’s intense glare. She had never inserted herself into his shoddy business in the past. But now, she didn’t care. She needed a distraction and a way to prove that she was still a force to be reckoned with even after her loss. Y/N could see Tommy trying to contain his anger as his nostrils flared and his fists clenched and unclenched at his sides. His eyes shut for a brief moment as he took a deep inhale.

“Are you fucking insane, Y/N?” He finally asked, his voice level. Y/N’s mouth fell open, and she reared back just slightly. But before she could say anything, Tommy continued.

“You’ve been avoiding me, your husband, for a week in our own home, and when you decide to finally speak to me, that is what you say?”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “Tommy.”

“No, Y/N!” He shouted, causing her to startle. “You can’t just move past this!”

That statement made Y/N see red. In the week since Lily’s passing, Tommy did precisely that. Y/N’s spine straightened, and her whole body became rigid.

“Why not!?” she shouted back, stomping toward Tommy. “Is that not what you did? Pretend like we didn’t lose our daughter? You threw yourself into your work. Why can’t I do the same thing?” Her chest was heaving, and as badly as she didn’t want them to, she could feel tears pricking at her eyes. She hated that she was a frustrated crier. Her fists were in tight balls at her sides, and every muscle in her body was flexed. She was ready for a fight. She was prepared for Tommy to yell back at her. In fact, she wanted him to yell at her. She wanted Tommy to tell her how stupid her idea was and that she was out of her mind. She mentally begged Tommy to scream at her for barging in on his meeting with his brothers and even thinking about tunneling. Y/N wanted to feel the passion he usually had toward her before they lost their baby. She needed him to reassure her that she was not a lost cause he was housing but his fierce wife. But he didn’t yell. The fire in his eyes dimmed, and his features softened. The pity eyes were back, and she was struck by the sadness she was trying to escape. She shut her eyes in a lame attempt to avoid looking at her husband and keep her tears at bay, but it was futile. The tiny droplets fell down her cheeks, and when she opened her eyes again, Tommy was right in front of her. He lifted his hands to cradle her face, and she hated how she melted into his touch. It had been a week since she even looked at Tommy, let alone touched him. She couldn’t lie, she missed him. But it was easier to hide from the pain and suffering they both shared than deal with it head-on.

Y/N let out a shaky breath and looked into her husband’s eyes.

“Why can’t I, Tommy?” She asked, barely above a whisper. “Let me help you. Please.”

Tommy’s thumb stroked her cheeks, wiping away a stray tear. He cataloged her features, and for the first time in a very long time, she wished she could see into Tommy’s thoughts. She stared at him and hoped that everything she wanted to say was conveyed in her eyes. I’m no longer the same woman I was a week ago. I’m a failure as a woman and a mother. I’m alone, letting my thoughts eat me alive. I’m scared you won’t love this broken woman I have become. Her eyes pleaded for Tommy to let her prove that she could still be the same person as before. She needed to prove to him and herself that she wasn’t hopeless. But when Tommy shut his eyes and let out a sigh, she knew his answer before he even said it.

He looked at Y/N and said sotto voce, “You know I can’t, love.”

Y/N’s body went rigid, and that new familiar sensation began to bubble in her gut. She could feel it rumbling and swirling, mixing with her fear and sadness, creating an uncontrollable fury. It burned like venom, but she found herself welcoming the sting. Her once soft features hardened, and Tommy noticed the change immediately. Her stare was blank, and the joy that used to fill it had vanished. Before losing her daughter, she never understood why the war had changed Tommy. She supported him while his experiences ravaged him, but she never knew why he returned with a harder exterior than when he left. But now, after suffering such a devastating loss, she understood. There is no coming back from witnessing a tragedy.

Tommy’s rough thumbs brushed against Y/N’s tear-stained cheeks and bent until his forehead rested on hers. “Where did the woman I married three years ago disappear to?” He said, his breath fanning over her face. He pulled back, his distressed stare locking Y/N in place, and whispered, “I know she’s in there.”

The words stung like a slap to her already bruised ego. She could feel the weight of that question in every bone of her body. All her fears began raging a war inside her head, and she could feel her armor cracking. She could feel the tears clogging her throat, burning as she swallowed them down. Her lungs felt like they weren’t getting nearly enough oxygen, and she was only seconds away from either crying or breaking something. With a swift step backward, Y/N separated herself from her husband. She hated to admit that her body yearned for Tommy’s hands back on her, but she batted that thought away as quickly as it appeared. Tommy slowly lowered his hands back to his sides, and she leveled him with a callous stare.

“That woman is gone, Tommy,” she spat. “She burned to ash with her daughter a week ago.” She could see the way her words landed on Tommy like bullets striking his chest. Some of her felt bad, but the angry beast slowly becoming her new persona convinced her she did nothing wrong.

Y/N waited for Tommy to say something, anything, back to her, and when he didn’t, she turned and reached for the door. Confidence that felt different from what she was used to coursed through her body like electricity. She was a little scared of who she was becoming, but those wild and fiery feelings of rage were the only things that brought her peace. Before pulling the door open, she turned back toward Tommy and said, “If you won’t let me help you, Tommy, I’ll find someone else who will. You forget, my roots run deep in this business, too.”

Tommy let out a dry laugh. “You’re really threatening me, now, ey?”

Y/N’s grip tightened around the cold door handle, and, through gritted teeth, she growled, “It’s not a threat, Thomas. It’s a promise.” Without a second look, she flung the door open and stepped out.

John and Arthur straightened at her abrupt appearance, and she just brushed past them, letting her feet carry her toward the front of their home. She knew they heard her and Tommy’s conversation, but she didn’t care anymore. This newfound boldness that her bereavement had granted her washed away any and all anxiety.

“Hope you enjoyed the show, boys,” Y/N tossed over her shoulder toward John and Arthur. “Next time, I’ll sell tickets and make talking to my husband more worthwhile rather than a waste of my time.”

She didn’t turn back around to see their reaction to her words. Instead, she showed herself out and hopped into one of Tommy’s many vehicles. She would find another way if he wouldn’t allow her to help. The image of a tall Jewish man whom she briefly met a while back when Tommy first started expanding into London entered her mind. She knew exactly who would be more than willing to give her a hand in her effort to help the Shelby family – Alfie Solomons.

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Detention

A/n:heyyyyy loves I’m back with another story i promise i will try to upload a lil more but I have been busy with my personal life and I would hope y’all would understand stand and I will get back also for my next story please comment or suggest someone bc I’m running out people to write but with out future a do let’s get into this story also by the way y/n will be in college in this story so she’s like around the age 20-24 and rheas her own age 🙌❤️‍🩹 Taglist @ellior1111 @tommy-lee-slash

Paring:Rhea Ripley xFem!reader

Warnings:lesbian sex teacher x student relationship and swearing and a whole lot of smut🤭

"Well that's stupid." Your friend muttered, looking at her phone. "Seriously. If I get stuck with Mrs Jackson. again, I'm going to die!" I cried out, hitting my head on the lockers. "Oh, you'll be fine. It's just one hour anyway." she said, putting away her phone. "Yeah, one hour that I could be spending with you...or sleeping." I added. She giggled, "Go to detention you trouble having ass kid." "Yeah, whatever. See you tomorrow." I chuckled. I sighed, flung my backpack over my shoulders and walked down the hallway. People passed by me, bumping into me without so much as a side glance. Just like the fucking airport... I scoffed and headed to my homeroom where detention is to be served. It's not like I was bad kid or whatever but I blame Ms. Ripley. Every since she fucked me in math class 2 weeks ago, I've been horny as hell for her. What does this have to do with detention? Well, I'll tell

~2 WEEKS AGO~

"Duuuuuuude, I'm so fucking horny right now." I whispered to my bestie. "And you feel the need to tell me this why?" she questioned, looking up from her phone. "Because you're my bestie and you should know everything about me." I teased. ”l don't need to know that much about you. But just do it in the bathroom. No one's gonna catch you as long as you're quiet." she shrugged. I chewed my bottom lip. I didn't have much of a choice really. I can't keep ignoring it and I have Ms.Ripley next hour! My horny vibes are going to be through the fucking roof. I sighed and rushed into the girls bathroom, locking myself in a stall. I stayed quiet for a couple minutes, making sure no one would walk in. I slowly reached into my pants, moving down my stomach to my panties. I closed my eyes and pictured Ms. Ripley’s tits and the feeling of sucking on them. My mouth started to water just by the thought of it and I found myself quickly rubbing my clit on my panties. I let out soft whimpers, just wanting to touch her again. I held onto the stall, rubbing faster just about to reach my climax. I opened my mouth to let the moans flow out a little louder than before. Oh my God, it was so risky yet so fucking hot and I could feel my juices flowing down my inner thigh as I moved my hand into my panties. "Oh, Ms. Ripley.." I moaned, gently sticking a finger in. I rode my finger, wanting to scream with pleasure. I exhaled shakily, wanting more than a quick release. I wanted her body pressed against mine and our chest rising and falling as we fucked each other endlessly. Fuck, I want her so bad! I slammed my finger into me and I let out too loud of a moan. I covered my mouth as the bathroom door flung open. I kept going though, because I was so close and if I'm being honest, I loved the feeling of being risky. Loud heels clacked on the floor as my eyes rolled to the back of my head, about to cum. "Oh, y/n you naughty girl. Touching yourself without me watching is so bad." Ms. Ripley whispered through the door.

I gasped quietly, stopping all fingering movements. Oh fuck... I slowly pulled out my finger and unlocked the bathroom stall with my other hand. I hid my cum filled finger behind me. There Ms. Ripley stood, her black short hair beautifully hanging by her ears down her hourglass figure body. Her chest was bulging out of her shirt and she looked down at me with a smile."M-Ms. Ripley ..." I whispered, my pussy throbbing. "Y/n..." she replied, making me wet. "Hm...detention." was all she said. "W-What!?" I cried out, exposing my other hand. She stared at it before quickly grabbing my arm and holding it up. I whimpered as she licked her lips before sucking on my finger. She dropped my arm and trailed her eyes up my body. "Detention." she muttered, walking out.

~PRESENT TIME~

So yeah, that's what happened. Am I mad.. yes. Hell yes. But she was so fucking sexy that I couldn't stay mad. I entered the classroom and threw my backpack on the ground next to my desk. I rolled my eyes to find an empty teacher's desk. Big fucking surprise. I scoffed just as the door opened and in walked the sexiest person alive. I gulped and sat up in my seat. She looked at me before turning around and locking the door. Oh...? She closed the blinds to the windows and stayed by the wall. "Here." she said, pointing in front of her. I quickly stood up and walked over to her. I stood so close, her tits were almost in my face. She had a fake thinking look on her face as she decided my fate. The air in the room was so thick you could cut it with a steak knife. "Now why. would you think it was okay to pleasure yourself without me?" she questioned, grabbing my tits. "I-“. "You.. you?" she squeezed. "I was just feeling really horny so I-" "Who did you think of?" she asked, already knowing the answer. "You." "Good girl." I blushed. She massaged my breasts for a little, making me wish she would just fuck me already. I bit my lip as she gave them one final squeeze before undoing my shirt. She pulled it over my body and stared at me and my exposed breasts. The more she stared, the more I wanted to hide. Her gaze was so intense it felt like she was judging my boobs. "You have amazing tits, did you know that?" she inquired, taking one in her mouth. "Oh I- ngg~gh" I moaned, as she sucked on one. "God, they're so good." she whispered, teasing the other one. Her tongue swirled around my tit, making it feel special. She roamed the well known tits, claiming them as hers. I resisted the urge to touch myself as I let her know how much I loved her mouth. She sucked on one making a long drawn out moan before letting it go with a loud POP. I exhaled with a lip bite as she slid her hands up my breasts so my tits went through the gaps in her fingers. I swear I'm getting high just by her touch my God. "On the desk for me." she said. I looked back before slowly backing into the desk so I could sit on it. I got on the desk, spreading my legs slowly just to tease her. She flashed her pearly whites and walked closer, grabbing the bottom of my pants and ripping them off of me. I gasped as she left me in my black panties. The cold air hit my legs, making me go stiff. "Relax...Lay back." she whispered, pushing me back against the desk. I lifted my legs waiting for her to do something. She pulled off my black underwear and threw them somewhere. My vision was to the ceiling as she kissed my pussy so gently I could barely feel it. I whined to which she slapped my thigh. I gasped and shot up. "Do that again." I demanded. "Again..? Like this?" she asked, slapping my thigh again. "Yes..." I moaned breathlessly, leaning back down.

"Or like that?" she questioned, hitting my other thigh. I moaned loudly, knowing I would bruise later. She rubbed the spot she recently hit as she used her tongue to just get the surface of my pussy wet. I shivered, wanting more. She stopped rubbing and used her other hand to open up my flower. She moaned happily before applying her warm, wet, wonderful tongue to it. She stuck it in me and tasted every part, wanting to get to know me and my body. "Fuck, you taste good." she whispered."Fuck!" I moaned loudly, closing my eyes. She sucked my clit before adding in two fingers. I clenched, not ready but got used to it quickly. I sighed as my body moved with her fingers as she pleasured me. She used her thumb to rub small but quick circles around my clit as she licked and sucked other areas of my pussy. I squirmed on the desk, whimpering and moaning her name constantly. "Oh fuck I'm so close! Don't stop..." I begged, wanting to just cum all over her face. "Mmm.. cum all over my finger you naughty girl..." she taunted. My body was shaking and my eyes rolled to the back of my head and I reached my limit. I gasped as my cum shot everywhere on her fingers and boobs. I moaned, satisfied. "Oh, you didn't think I was done did you?" she asked, unbuttoning her shirt. "What?" I asked, trying to catch my breath. She let her shirt fall to the floor and she unhooked her bra with a smile. She leaned over the desk and her tits hit me in the face. "Suck." I stuck her tit in my mouth and did as I was told. Her moans turned me on as I kept going, rubbing the other one. She giggled, slowly but surely touching herself. Fuck, I feel another orgasm coming! She moaned louder as she took her tit away from me. She climbed on the desk, resting comfortably on my hips, her pussy just barely touching mine. "Scissor me mommy." I pleaded. She sat on my pussy and rocked back in forth. I hit the desk with my hand and moaned loudly. She went faster, so fast to the point where she had to hold onto the desk for support. The desk rocked with us as we fucked and our bodies become one in this classroom. I screamed happily as she rubbed directly on my clit again. “Fuck!" I moaned, her boobs moving with us. Her moans collided with mine as we both released ourselves together. I moaned tiredly as she got off me, panting. I rolled over, laying on my belly, trying to breathe. She smacked my ass and laughed. "Good fucking girl."

THE END HOPE YALL ENJOY

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