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garrison-girl-08 · 2 days
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Love, Honour, Disobey
Pairing- Thomas Shelby and Reader
Part 5- (More Here)
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Feeling your body freeze, you glanced between him and Tommy. How did he even get in here? Why had Tommy's men let him in? It was meant to be a secure hospital. No visitors, outside of Tommy's circle.
Turning to face you both, he chuckled darkly. Eyes fixed on your frame, grazing over your curves.
"My, my, the united couple, what a sight to behold," closing the distance between you both. He leant in and kissed your cheek, your skin crawling as he did.
“Mrs Shelby, as ravishing as ever," Ravishing?? You had just been fucked in the bathroom. And no doubt smelt of sex.
Taking your chin, he tilted your face from once side to the other. "Sometimes Shelby, women need putting back in their place. Would you not agree?" His voice rose an octave.
Your mouth was dry, voice stuck in the back of your throat. Oh ...how you would love to take Tommy's hat and cut him. He probably wouldn't even bleed, he was pure evil.
You were convinced.
In a swift movement, Tommy grabbed Mosely by the throat. Pinning him against the wall, his face centimetres away from Mosley.
"Keep your hands off my wife, don't look at her, don't talk to her, don't even fucking think abut her, you hear me, ey?"
"Touched a nerve, have I?" he smirked, eyes still trained on you.
“She's hard not to think about, those long lonely nights. Whilst you are tucked away in this mental hospital. Don’t worry, old chap I will pay her a visit,”
Pulling his fist back, Tommy hit Mosely full on in his face. His head bashing off the wall behind him.
“Tommy!” You screamed, shocked at his actions.
No doubt Mosley could get him arrested, with the click of a finger. As the Blinders sprang into action, it took three men to pull Tommy away.
“Tut, tut,” Mosley smirked, “Lowering yourself to violence again, Shelby. Need to work on that temper of yours,”
Taking his handkerchief from his suit pocket. Mosley dabbed his nose, “See you soon, Y/n,” he winked, his expensive shoes clicking along the corridor.
In the wake of Mosley’s visit, Tommy seemed to spiral again. Promptly discharging himself, against your wishes. He was determined to go home. Not wanting any of his associates to see him here.
He was becoming increasingly paranoid. Feeding into Mosley's theory about visiting you. Imagining him pulling up your nightie, and taking you hard. In your marital bed.
No, he had to be there. To protect you. To protect his family. Anyway he was better now, he could do without the Opium.
That’s what he had convinced himself….
“Daddy!” Your three year old Bella squealed, from her position on the floor. Sat playing with her wooden dolls house, role playing. Making cups of tea for the characters. She had such a vivid imagination.
Dropping the toys, she ran towards her father. As he bent down, you could see the emotions building in your husband.
“Come ‘ere you, I’ve missed you, Bella,”
“Me missed you, Daddy,” she clung on to his neck, while he stood with her. Walking towards Sadie, who was sat with Frances.
“Let’s say hello to Sadie, hey,” Tommy suggested, trying to put Bella down. Who blankly refused.
“Come see Dada,” Tommy tried, still holding Bella. But Sadie hid against Frances, squirming on her knee.
Hurt flashed across Tommy’s face, as you stepped in and scooped Sadie up. It was just her age, she was very attached to you. And Tommy hadn’t been around much lately.
“Where’s Thomas?” You asked Frances, hoping he wasn’t still sulking in his bedroom.
“Young Thomas is in the stables, with Uncle Charlie. Welcome home, Mr Shelby,” she greeted, looking between you both. She hadn’t been expecting Tommy, to be discharged.
Not so soon. No doubt, there was still a long road ahead for him.
"I will go and find Thomas," Tommy announced, encouraging Bella to jump down.
After a quiet family dinner, you had opted for an early night. Not that you slept, you spent the night watching Tommy. Expecting him to jump up and go looking for his stash.
Slowly letting your eyes close, you heard him mumbling. Incoherent speech, his head moving side to side.
"Never wake him up," Arthur had warned you, you had witnessed enough of Tommy's nightmares over the years. You knew it was best to leave him. Was it about France?
Pulling yourself up, you gently stroked his hand. Trying to offer comfort. When he suddenly sat bolt upright, he gripped your leg. Flailing around to grab hold of something.
“Noo," he yelled out, taking a deep inhale. Eyes shooting open, hurriedly observing the room. As if expecting someone to be there.
"Tommy, your safe," you gently soothed, placing your hand on top of his.
"Yeah, safe, it's safe," he mumbled, laying back down.
The next morning, you found your bed empty. But the pitter patter of tiny feet, could be heard in the hallway. Along with childish giggles.
"Me Daddy, me," you heard Bella plead, your son's laughter drowning out her words.
Tiptoeing from the bed in just your nightgown, you opened the door. There was Tommy, with your son and eldest daughter. Letting them climb on his back, whilst he pretended to be a horse.
Smiling to yourself, you watched the scene unfold.
"You have had a turn," young Thomas told his sister, sticking out his tongue. Holding onto his fathers shoulders. Tommy was smiling up at you, a proper smile, looking relaxed.
"Let's not argue, ey. Let your old man up, so I can kiss your mother good morning," Tommy's eyes never left yours, a deep hunger burning there.
"Urgh kissing," Thomas groaned, chasing Bella along the corridor.
Tommy's lips met yours, strong hands holding you in place. Fingers gently running across your spine, goose bumps spreading across your skin.
"Get back in that bed, Mrs Shelby," he mumbled against your lips. Wearing just his underwear and a vest.
"Tommy," you chuckled, while his lips travelled along to your neck. "The children..."
"Are fine," he answered, picking you up. "Sadie is with Frances, now get on that bed, so I can make you scream my name," he had mischief in his eyes.
"Yes sir," you answered, letting him take you.
The day passed slowly, Tommy had been in his office for the majority of the afternoon. Catching up on work, but you had convinced him to take a walk with you all. Get some fresh air.
Strolling along together, you watched your other children race ahead. Whilst Tommy pushed the pram, Sadie babbling to him.
"Where's your smiles, ey? Show Daddy your smiles?" he asked her, tickling her chubby cheeks.
Glancing across at him, you noticed his eyes were twinkling with happiness. Shoulders relaxed, genuinely smiling as he waved back at Bella, who was picking flowers. But, you knew better than anyone how good he was at masking his issues.
"I enjoyed my lay in this morning," you grinned across at him.
Teeth biting against your bottom lip. Linking your arm through his, while he steered the pram around to head back up to the house. It was beginning to rain, and the children would be getting hungry.
"Oh yeah? Well an early night could also be arranged, eh?" he winked, "Slow down Thomas, wait for us," he called, across the vast lawn.
"Taking advantage of me again?" you teased, leaning towards him.
Your heads tilting at the same time, eyes meeting, your lips were so close.
Slightly edging towards each other, ready to kiss.....
When an almighty explosion was heard. Followed by ear piercing screams, coming from your children. Shoving the pram towards you, Tommy raced off towards the house.
"Thomas! Bella! Come 'ere now," he called, racing across the grass to catch them.
Swiftly scooping them up in his arms, he ran back towards you. Following his gaze, you looked up at the house. Figuring out where the noise had come from. Tommy's car which was parked directly outside, was now engulfed in a ball of flames.
Anyone could have been stood next to the car, Tommy could have been driving the car!
There was surely only one person who would have done this....
Mosley.....
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red-write-hand · 1 month
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Could I request headcanons of Tommy Shelby comforting a sick reader? I’m sick right now and it sucks :(
awww!! hope you feel better lovely anon!!
being sick is something that tommy can tackle. you being sick is something that tommy can not handle. he wants you to be healthy at all times. not in a bad way but more in a ‘being sick is a reflection of his neglect for you’ way. if you’re sick, he always thinks it’s his fault when you’re sick. he will beat himself up over it. he absolutely thinks that you are dying and will go to every length to make sure you are ok. you are his angel and you will stay heavenly.
this could mean a lot of things for you but it mostly means one thing, clingy tommy. this absolute unit of a gangster will slide into your shared bed and stroke your hair. you could be throwing up and he’s still kiss your shoulder and gently as he could as he held your hair back.
he’ll buy anything that he deems necessary for your recovery. maybe you’ve abused this a couple times (you do it all the time, cause obviously sweets and chocolates are important to my health, thomas) but he doesn’t care. he’ll go to the ends of the earth just to make sure you’ll be ok.
in the end, thomas will show you a different side to himself, a frantic man who just wants to take care of his lover. his sweet angel. he’ll kiss your nose if you tell him you’ve rubbed it dry with tissues. he’ll berate your stomach if you’re nauseous.
he only wants what’s best for you and usually, he’s right about what he’s doing. he loves you very much.
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look-at-the-soul · 3 months
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Always with me
(Modern)Tommy Shelby x reader (+Grandma) 👵🏻
Hello beautiful people! Hoping you’re doing well 💞 It took me so long to finish this little story because for some reason I kept thinking it needed something else but couldn’t find what it was, then one day I thought this is it, don’t force it, the main point it’s there… sometimes less is more or so they say. Either way, I hope you like this!
Just to let you know this is part of a series of stories (not linked between them) about my Grandma’s series to honor one of the persons who had the biggest impact in my life and I recently lost. This is a small tribute and a way to cope with her not being around anymore.
Grief and sadness is mentioned but as usual I compensate with fluff and happiness ❤️‍🩹 thank you for your endless support, it means so much.
Word count: 3,602
✨ Inspired by Westlife song “Always with me”
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They say that time can heal a broken heart
But I just don't know how this could be true
Everyday I see a picture on my wall
My heart is broken into two
Tommy poured two glasses of wine and headed to the couch, next to his girlfriend. She had been staring absently at the fire flames flicking before her eyes, she didn’t even notice when Frances asked if they wanted something for dinner. But he already knew the answer, it was one of those moments when Y/N’s mind wandered back in time to some memory with her grandmother.
Her energy felt so low, the sadness in her eyes made him feel hopeless, and with the holidays around the corner he knew it wouldn’t help to lift her up, as he knew the days meant so much for her. If only he could find a way to make her focus on something else, a distraction.
His eyes fixed on her features as she brought the glass to her mouth.
“You’re wearing lipstick.” He noticed a subtle tone.
A ridiculous suggestion he made when Y/N asked how to get back on track. Try to focus in small things, the finest details you used to do without even thinking about it. Like using your favorite lipstick, he had said back then.
The glimpse of a smile formed on her lips, but it didn’t reach her eyes, so taking both glasses he placed them on the table to then pass an arm behind Y/N’s neck to bring her closer.
“I know it’s not been easy for you, but take your time to heal… it’s okay to not being okay.”
His fingers massaged gently her scalp and Tommy felt Y/N relaxing against him, really allowing him to hold her, not just physically.
“I miss her.” Her voice cracked at the end, and felt Tommy’s hands hugging her tighter.
“I know, love. I miss her too, but you know what? I just noticed you’ve got so many mannerisms like her.”
Y/N’s head moved back to give him a confused look.
“You do, just as you were sipping coffee this morning, the way you hugged Charlie it made me remember every time we visited your grandma and she hugged you.”
“You think so?” Surprise washed over her.
Tommy nodded.
“You’ve got lots of things from her, both physically and internally.” He brushed a rebel lock away from her face and looked at her with adoring eyes. “I realized you look so much alike in this photo.”
Fishing his phone in his pocket, Tommy searched for the image he was looking for, a candid image he snapped from Y/N when she wasn’t looking.
“You never told me you took this.” She was surprised by how much she looked like her grandmother indeed.
“If you put them side by side, it’ll be more obvious.” A genuine smile appeared on his lips.
“It’s lovely, thanks. I’ll make a collage.” Y/N leaned in to brush her lips against his. “Do you mind if I go to sleep? I’m exhausted.”
“I’ll join you in a minute, just want to check Charlie.”
“My God, he must be so confused for not having the Christmas tree yet.” Worry was evident in her voice.
“Don’t worry about it baby, I’ll take care of it.” He then joined her in the middle of the hall to give Y/N one more reassuring kiss. Making sure she was upstairs, he called Frances. “Would you help me pack a small suitcase for Charlie and another one for Y/N, leave them by the door so the driver can place them in the back of the car.”
“Of course Mr. Shelby.” The maid nodded.
“Oh and Frances? Make sure to pack yours as well, I need you to look after Charlie.”
Leaving the maid perplexed, Tommy went upstairs.
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“Since Charlie isn’t cooperating, Frances would you explain why all this mystery?”
Charlie grinned and gave Frances one long and expectant look.
“I’m afraid I don’t know madam.”
Y/N tried getting Tommy to talk, but it was useless. Suddenly he was more interested in the sky than in the interrogation she was making.
“Wow, look at that plane!” Charlie pointed out.
It was until then that Y/N realized of where they were going. The airport.
“Tommy.”
One look and she knew.
“Tom-”
“Just relax, okay?” He interrupted. “For once. All you need to do is get on that plane.”
“Can I ask…?”
“Nope.” He perched his signature Ray Bans against his nose and offered his hand so Y/N could get out of the car.
“Let’s go!” Charlie shouted, leaving them behind.
“Frances?” Y/N tried again.
“Oh Miss Y/LN I know the same thing as you.”
The crew of the private plane greeted them and offered drinks and breakfast, and Y/N still didn’t know the destination. She was worried not being able to take control over the smallest thing, because Tommy was taking care of absolutely everything.
“Fine.” She mumbled leaning against the window.
“Finally! Now we can start our little holiday.” Tommy squeezed her hand. “I know you didn’t feel like celebrating for what it means this time without your grandmother, but Y/N, she would wanted you to smile and be happy.”
Her eyes filled with tears.
“Wherever you choose to celebrate or not, your grandma will be right with you, in your heart.”
“I know, but it’s not the same without her.”
Tommy wiped away a tear from the corner of her eye tenderly.
“Sweetheart, I don’t want you to spend this Christmas sitting on the couch crying.”
He wanted to compensate for her sadness. And although nothing would her back what she wanted the most, he could try to make her happy. He was right, and the effort meant more than she could express, so with a sigh she rested her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes for a moment.
“Dad! Look!” Charlie’s nose was glued to the window. Frances looking over his shoulder.
That’s when Y/N realized….
“Paris?”
“We’ll always have Paris.” Tommy whispered.
Y/N wasn’t able to hold back the tears any longer.
She knew when she was around six years old, her grandma took her to Paris to visit some family, but the memories were blurred in her mind. Through her grandmother’s eyes she had been able to know some parts of their adventure together. A few photographs but that was pretty much all.
Either way, she felt a special connection to the place and that quote was something her grandmother constantly said, as it was one of greatest experiences she had with Y/N. And they both treasured it close to their hearts.
“It’s time to make our own memories.” Tommy’s voice made her go back into reality. “What do you say?”
She wanted to ask him a million questions, but decided to just let everything flow. In the end he really took care of everything, prepared even the smallest detail of their trip and gave her that reassuring smile that let her know everything would be alright.
As they stepped outside the airport, snow welcomed them, everything was covered in a white layer. But it only added an even more beautiful vibe to their trip.
“I love you, you know that?” Y/N closed her hands around his neck and pulled Tommy for a brief kiss while Frances and Charlie took their seats in the vehicle.
“I do.” He gave another one back. “And I love you too.”
“This is beautiful.” Y/N beamed as they rode through the Parisian streets.
“Actually… shall we stop?” Tommy proposed, while Y/N gave him a confused look. “It’s fine, Frances will make sure the bags are checked in and we’ll go back in a bit.”
Making sure Charlie had the scarf around his neck, Y/N covered her hands with her gloves, while Tommy’s hand wrapped around the small of her back as they strolled around.
“Dad I want to go the carrousel!” Charlie announced excitedly. With his father’s approval, the kid stormed towards the attraction impatiently.
“Bet you were just like that.” Y/N mumbled to herself but loud enough for Tommy to throw his head back and laugh.
“Guess you could say that.”
“Look! Just like Winter!” Charlie pointed at the white horse figure, thinking of their horse back home.
“Just like her huh? Think you can handle this one?”
“Of course, it’s a fake.” Charlie retorted making Y/N smile.
Paying for Charlie’s ticket, they stepped aside to see him riding.
Using her phone, Y/N captured a candid photo of Charlie waving at them, a big smile on his small face.
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“What is it?”
“Nothin’ just wish Ruby could be here as well.” Tommy cleared his throat and pretended to be busy with a cigarette.
Y/N knew deep down that fearless man was a sweet man with a good heart who cared deeply of his people.
“I’m sure you’ll reach an agreement with Lizzie later on, she’s still a one year old girl.” Y/N leaned her head on his shoulder to comfort him.
“It’s hard to believe she’ll let me anywhere near Ruby.”
“You’re her father, you’ve the right to see her.”
These holidays had been hard for him as well.
“You know what? I don’t want to talk about anything that might ruin this, you, Charlie, me right here it’s all that matters.” He stated before taking a deep puff of smoke.
“Thank you, for cheering me up.” Stepping in front of him, Y/N captured his lips in a kiss full of gratitude.
“Careful, you might get us arrested and only one of us knows French.” Tommy joked with a sparkle in his eyes. His hands sneaking under her coat.
“I see why you brought Frances then.”
“I always have a plan.” He winked at her.
She could feel a thousand butterflies in her stomach by the way he smiled. “Santa said you’ve been a good girl.”
Y/N blushed. “Oh… and what about you mister?”
“Nah… I’m the bad boy your grandmother warned you about.” Another wink by him and she produced another smile as Charlie ran towards them. “But what you gonna do about it? It’s kind of late now to back down.” He added jokingly.
“She loved you too.” Bending down, Y/N asked Charlie if he enjoyed the ride. “Who wants some hot chocolate?”
“Me! Me! Me!” Charlie shouted.
Tommy groaned. “If you find the button to turn him off let me know.”
“You’re so mean, as if I did the same to you.”
“No, Y/N you turn me on.” Tommy admitted just before Y/N moved her hand to cover his mouth, he was taking advantage of Charlie’s innocence and the mischievous grin on his face gave him away.
Sipping on her hot chocolate cup, Y/N allowed a small glimpse of happiness, it was a beautiful place, the Christmas decoration providing a gorgeous sighting, everyone oozing happiness. The snowy weather made the sighting look out of a Christmas postal.
She was torn between enjoying her favorite season and the grief she carried in her heart. It was her first holidays without her grandmother and her empty chair was definitely evident. She was at a much better place now, no doubt but her absence felt heavy in Y/N’s heart.
Grief is just all the love with no place to go after all.
Noticing the sadness in her eyes, Tommy stopped at a stand, looking for the ornaments they had to decorate the Christmas tree.
“Are you looking for something special?” The man asked.
“Yes… a house ornament.” Tommy replied, feeling Y/N’s eyes on him. “Do you guys want something?”
“A reindeer!” Charlie’s eyes shining.
Y/N took her time studying the ornaments, until one caught her attention.
Following her eyes, Tommy had to swallow the lump in his throat. I have an Angel in heaven, called Grandma. It read. It was the one.
Kissing her temple, Tommy offered his embrace as they waited to get their decorations.
“Dad why did you choose the house?” Charlie asked with curiosity.
Getting a cab for them, he looked at his son. “I’ll tell you later about it.”
Y/N looked the exchange in silence, but also wondering the meaning behind his choice. She’s expect him to choose something with a dark humor behind instead.
“Look Charlie, the Eiffel Tower’s lights are flicking again.” Y/N pointed as they drove in the opposite direction, back to their hotel.
“Okay this is the plan, Charlie you’re heading to bed the second we step into the hotel, no questions. Tomorrow we’re having breakfast and then we’re going to a flea market.”
“Tommy…” Y/N gasped.
“What? You always said you wanted to see the Eiffel Tower and a flea market in that same order.”
“I know, but how do you remember?”
Scoffing, Tommy gave her the look. “Sweetheart, I pay attention.”
“Only thing that sucks is Santa doesn’t know I’m here.” Charlie complained once in front of their door.
With a smile, Tommy opened the door for them, making them both gasp loudly as they saw the huge Christmas tree in the middle, fully decorated with presents wrapped all around.
“Well I might have informed him we would be traveling and changed the address.” He admitted pleased with himself. He wanted them to have the nicest possible holiday. “Why don’t we add our ornaments?”
Tommy took her by surprise, not only for the trip, but for the tree as well, she thought about sneaking around the shops of the hotel to buy Charlie something thinking he wouldn’t get anything, but Tommy thought of everything.
“This is beautiful, thank you.” Y/N wrapped her arms around his torso, feeling so grateful to have him in her life.
“Presents are meant to be open until tomorrow morning though.”
“But Daaad.”
“No buts, off to bed.”
Pouting, Charlie walked towards Y/N. “Goodnight Y/N Merry Christmas.”
“Merry Christmas Charlie, have a good night.” She hugged the boy and kissed the top of his head.
“Night Dad.” He then said. “Merry Christmas.”
“See you tomorrow son, Merry Christmas.”
Watching him disappear, Tommy took Y/N by the hand.
“Want to know why I chose the house?”
“Absolutely.” She brushed the fringe from his forehead with her fingers.
“Because that’s my only wish this Christmas… to build a home with you, Y/N. A proper house; our own title team, we’ve talked about the future, well it’s finally here, in this moment. You made me realize of what I truly want, what I dream of.” Getting on one knee, Tommy showed her an old jewelry box. “I know you miss your grandma terribly and no one will ever fill her place in your heart, but in some way, she found a way to show you she’ll always be right next to you, she gave me this ring, she wanted you to have it and be as happy as she was during her marriage. Will you marry me?”
He looked at her with tears in his eyes, fighting to say the words as emotions took over.
“Tommy…” bending down she kissed him. “Wait a second, this is her engagement ring?”
Taking the delicate piece from the box, he smiled proudly.
“Before she passed away, she gave it to me to propose you with her ring.”
Her head was spinning, her heart drumming against her ribs.
“She did what? When?” Shock was written all over her face.
“Can you please say yes first? So I can get up.” He groaned.
“Yes of course!” She kissed him again, tears rolling down her cheeks.
“When we took her to the clinic, as you were asked to fill the papers with her information, the nurse just left,” he explained as the memories of that day came back to him, “she asked me if I really loved you, to which the answer is pretty obvious. Then she asked me in case something happened to her to go to her house and open the safe to get her engagement ring and keep it until it was the right time to give it to you, she wanted you to have it as she knew how much you’d miss her.”
Y/N sobbed as Tommy’s voice cracked.
“She said to me make her even happier than I was, and the day she walks down the aisle, I’ll be right by her side.”
“I thought it was lost or stolen, as I went through her belongings.” Y/N wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes.
“She wanted you to have it, with a different meaning.”
“It’s the most perfect ring I’ve ever seen.” She looked down at her left hand, the stone shining under the chandelier.
“Just Iike you’re to me.” He pulled his now fiancé for a hug. “She wanted you to be happy, to live life to the fullest. Said you were her favorite grandchild.”
Her lower lip trembled just as his hands came to rest at each side of her head.
“Just don’t let anyone else listen.” They said in unison to what Y/N’s grandma used to confess.
“I know you lost a huge part of yourself when she left. But you have to know that you were right beside her through everything, you enjoyed her in every moment, every visit, dinner and chance you had, you took care of her until her very last breath, and no one can take that away from you. Find peace in that. You loved her as much as she loved you.”
Tommy caressed her face with his thumbs.
“Now you have to keep that promise, and be happy. For her. For us.”
Y/N could only nod. Words were stuck in her throat.
“I can’t believe this is happening.” Y/N expressed in a whisper, staring at her grandmother’s engagement ring.
“We’re getting married.” Tommy assured her, thumbs caressing her cheeks. “Eh? Soon to be Mrs. Shelby.”
Y/N blushed. “That sounds promising.”
Taking her by surprise, Tommy grabbed her from the waist to spin her around, making Y/N gasp and hold onto him tightly.
Trying to hold back the tears, Y/N hugged Tommy closing her eyes for an instant.
“What’s crossing your mind?” He asked.
And for the first time in a while, he saw the way the smile reached Y/N’s eyes.
“Thinking how grandma will always be with me.”
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shelbystales · 23 days
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Best Aid - Part Eight
Modern Tommy Shelby x Reader - Masterlist
Previous parts: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7
Summary: you are a young doctor in Birmingham. After a crazy incident, Thomas Shelby shows up at your hospital. You don’t know much about the man everyone seems to fear, but you definitely will.
Warning: swearing, mention of torture and panick attack
A/N:  Comment and interact, tell me what you think! it means a looot.
English is my second language so I apologize in advance for the grammar mistakes.
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On your next shift, the first thing you did when you arrived at the hospital was go straight to John Doe's room to see if he was still there. 
To your surprise, yes, he was still there. 
He had already undergone jaw surgery the day before, and to an even greater surprise, he was awake. He stared at the room's window as if he was hypnotized.
"Hi," you said, entering the room. "Good to see you awake," you smiled.
He shifted his attention from the window to you but didn't say anything. Well, he couldn't speak, as his mouth was paralyzed on the side of the jaw surgery, and it would probably stay that way for a while. 
His face was much less swollen and deformed then you had remembered.
You approached him to get the medical record and check the progress of his exams. "My name is Y/N; I was the doctor on duty the night you arrived. Do you feel any pain?" He subtly shook his head, and when you asked if you could examine him, he gave a small nod.
During the examination, you proceeded with caution, aware of the potential trauma he might have experienced. The signs of infection from his blood test had decreased, and the wound appeared to be healing well. Other than that, he was healing well.
After completing the examination, you left the room and returned to the trauma center, where you met with the shift residents and assigned tasks.
You started to overthink why Thomas hadn't stolen your patient, but as you created a thousand questions in your head, you just decided to accept the situation and move on with your day. After all, he did comply with your request.
Continuing your rounds, you attended to other patients.
During a break in the staff lounge, Jeremy joined you with his usual big smile. "Hey girl, how are you?" he asked, taking a seat beside you.
"Hey," you smiled back. "I'm good, you?"
"Great. Doctor says my fiancé has prostatitis," he said, relieved.
"Good, some antibiotics should solve it. Might take a while, though." you smiled
"Yeah... no sex for a while… well, at least it's not cancer," he joked.
"Dodged a bullet, huh?" you chuckled.
"Yes, yes. I was worried," he sighed. "Are you really okay? I didn't see you leave last shift."
You sighed, debating how much to share with Jeremy. "It's been a wild ride, Jer. There's this whole situation with the patient, and then late at night, Thomas showed up. It's like a never-ending rollercoaster with him."
Jeremy's smile faded, replaced by genuine concern. "What?" he asked, leaning in slightly.
"Yeah. And I fucking had a panic attack after he told me he would discharge John Doe. But then... he was so kind, helping me through the panic. I just... I don't know. I'm so confused about everything," you confessed.
"He just showed up and wanted to discharge the unconscious, almost dying man?" he asked, and you nodded.
"And as I argued he couldn't, I suddenly couldn't breathe," you shrugged. "I need a break. I told him I didn't want to see him. He just doesn't care."
Jeremy's expression turned from concern to disbelief. "That's insane. He is insane.”
“Just figuring that out now?” you frowned and sighed “But… At the same time, he brought the man in, and I don’t think he did all that to him. Also, he didn't steal my patient… and he was so so gentle to me.”
Jeremy furrowed his brows. “Okay, listen up, I love you. But you've got to figure out what you want from him, Y/N. It's not healthy to be caught in this constant state of confusion. You either want him or not."
“I don’t,” you blurted out.
“Shut up, you don’t. If you didn’t, what he did or didn’t do wouldn’t bother you,” he said, cutting through your protest with a knowing look.
You sighed, realizing Jeremy might be onto something. The conflicting emotions and the chaos Thomas brought into your life were undeniable, and deep down, you questioned your own motives.
“I just can't make sense of it, Jer. He's this enigma, this complicated man who seems to defy any logic i create,” you confessed, running a hand through your hair.
“People like that can be dangerous to get involved with, Y/N. I don’t want to see you getting hurt. Yes, he’s hot as fuck, might fuck you senselless, but we need boundaries to keep ourselves safe sometimes” Jeremy said, genuine concern etched across his face.
“Yeah I know. I just need time to figure things out,” you replied, your mind still swirling with uncertainty.
“Maybe just fuck him and ghost him” He smiled 
“That is definitely not the best option” you chuckled
“Yeah… i just. I want you to get laid. Maybe with someone else. You deserve it. Some dick could make your thoughts clearer” he leaned back as his big smile continued crossing his face
“Yeah, right. As if I have a line of people that want to fuck me”
“Oh girl… you are so oblivious. Let's start with all the male residents! And some nurses… Jesus you have no idea” He said surprised
“I’m gonna go. You forget it, i’m not getting involved with anyone in this hospital” you said
“Okay” he shrugged as you stood up and left
As the day progressed, you found yourself once again immersed in the demanding environment of the hospital.
In the quiet moments between duties, you couldn't help but reflect on Jeremy's words. The need for clarity tugged at you, urging you to confront the feelings you failed to understand.
As you left the hospital that day, the internal conflict within you raged on. Thomas Shelby's presence seemed to evoke a myriad of emotions - confusion, frustration, and an undeniable attraction that left you questioning your own judgment.
When you walked into the lobby of the hotel, you caught sight of Thomas engaged in a serious discussion with his aunt, Polly. The lines on Thomas's face spoke of stress and tension, a departure from his usual composed demeanor.
You stood there, observing from a distance, deciding if you should or not talk to him. Set some things straight. Maybe all you wanted to hear was that he didn’t do anything to the man. Or maybe that he cares about others and that’s the reason he left the man in the hospital care. Or maybe… just maybe… you wanted to hear his husky voice…
As Thomas and Polly concluded their conversation, you observed him preparing to leave the lobby, a sense of urgency evident on his face. Your eyes met, and a shy smile from you prompted a momentary pause, marked by a furrowed brow.
"Can we talk?," you mouthed standind a few feets away from him.
He slightly nodded. Stopping in the middle of the lobby and following you after you started to walk in the direction of the elevators.
As you stepped into the elevator, the atmosphere between you and Thomas was heavy. The air charged with unresolved tension.
The doors closed, enveloping both of you in a temporary cocoon of privacy.
"Alright, Y/N, what's on your mind?" Thomas inquired, his voice low and steady. His posture, rigid yet composed.
You took a deep breath, your gaze fixed on the floor, steeling yourself for the words about to spill out. "I need you to be honest,"
"About?" he replied, his piercing gaze fixed on you. 
"The man," you said, meeting his gaze, searching for any hint of emotion in his stoic posture—a true master of the poker face.
"What about him?" His response, delivered with an air of nonchalance
"Did you do that to him?" you pressed
"I already told you that, eh?" he countered, glancing around the elevator as it announced the floor—the floor to your room.
"You didn't," you asserted, the tension escalating with each passing moment.
"Yeah, I didn't do it," he admitted, his eyes meeting yours briefly before the elevator doors opened. You exited first, and he followed, the charged atmosphere trailing into the corridor and eventually into your hotel room.
In the room, you moved with purpose, entering the kitchen to fetch two glasses of water. Placing them on the dining table, you invited him to sit. 
"How long will this take?" he inquired, his posture a blend of impatience and reservation.
"Do you have somewhere else to be?" you countered, your eyes locked onto his.
"I do" he answered shortly
"If you want to fix this, take a seat," you added, leaning back and crossing your arms, awaiting his response.
Thomas hesitated for a moment, his gaze lingering on you, weighing the options. After a pause that seemed to stretch on, he finally relented, his movements fluid yet hesitant as he took a seat at the dining table.
You observed him closely, noting the subtle nuances in his posture.
"Why did you bring him to the hospital if you weren't responsible for what happened to him?" you questioned, your voice steady. 
His eyes met yours, a flicker of something unreadable passing through them. "I never said I wasn't responsible. I said I didn't do it," he responded, the words hanging in the space between you like an unspoken challenge.
“Fuck you” you filled your mouth to say those words, and it felt good “What the fuck is that suppossed to mean?”
"He's a friend," he admitted
"Why didn't you just say that from the beginning?" you retorted, frustration evident in your tone.
Thomas's gaze remained steady, a mixture of regret and resolve in his eyes. "There are things that go beyond simple explanations."
"No, no. Some explanations are pretty simple," you shrugged, your frustration simmering beneath the surface.
"Y/N," he began, his Birmingham accent adding a distinct cadence to his words. "If I started spillin' every detail, you'd be tangled in a mess you're better off avoiding. Because then, you would ask me why my friend was like that. And I would have to tell you, since we're bein' honest, that he was kidnapped and tortured for information about me. Because that's what happens to people around me. And you would ask me why, and I tell you, that's business, and me business is a difficult thing to explain" he continued, his voice carrying the weight of a reality that seemed both distant and uncomfortably close.
The room echoed with a heavy silence, the weight of Thomas's revelations settling around you both. You knew exactly what his business was after a few hours googling him, no. A few hours fucking stalking the man.
"I never asked for any of this, Thomas," you finally spoke, your voice a mix of frustration and vulnerability. "I never signed up for a life entangled in your... business."
Thomas leaned back, his eyes fixed on you, acknowledging the truth in your words. "And I never asked you to. But here we are."
"I don't want to end up like your friend," you stated firmly, your voice carrying the weight of your fears and the boundaries you needed to set.
Thomas's eyes, now revealed a hint of regret. "You won't," he replied, his voice softer than before. "I promise."
You sighed, feeling the weight of the situation settling on your shoulders. Taking both hands to your face, you couldn't shake off the stress that had crept into your being.
"How are you feeling?" he asked, his usually stoic demeanor giving way to an unexpected tenderness.
"Stressed," you answered
"Aren't we all?" he remarked, a rare hint of vulnerability in his voice.
"Is your life always like this?" you inquired, curiosity peeking.
"No, it has never been like this," he admitted, taking a sip of the water in front of him. "Could be a glass of whisky, eh?" he suggested, a faint smile playing on his lips.
"I don't remember the last time I drank whisky," you confessed.
"Really?" he raised an eyebrow, glancing around the room. "I think there's a bottle somewhere."
"There's a drink cart in the bedroom," you informed him.
After a brief search, he found the cart and walking into the living room with the bottle in hand he looked at you for approval. "One glass?"
"Sure, why not?" you agreed, welcoming the distraction 
Thomas poured a modest amount of whisky into two glasses, the amber liquid catching the soft glow of the room. As he handed you a glass, his fingers brushed against yours in a fleeting touch, making your heart race wiht excitement. 
As the whisky warmed your insides, Thomas leaned back, the weight of his own burdens evident in the lines of his face. You couldn't help but notice how well he looked, how well dressed he was. If you just saw him crossing the streed, you would never believe that the man in front of you was a fucking gang leader.
The air between you carried a mixture of tension and a strange camaraderie born out of the unexpected intimacy of the moment.
"This is better," Thomas remarked, studying the liquid in his glass after taking a sip.
"You know, this isn't how I imagined our conversation going," you admitted, a wry smile playing on your lips.
Thomas chuckled, the sound rich and resonant. "Nor did I, Y/N."
Ozzy appeared, strolling in from the bedroom and hopping onto the couch, where he promptly settled down for a nap. You couldn't help but smile as you watched him make himself comfortable.
"Do you like cats?" you asked, curious about Thomas's preferences.
"No," he answered bluntly.
"Get out of my room," you joked, eliciting a chuckle from him. "Why not?"
He shrugged. "I just don't."
"Yeah, you look like a dog person."
"I have horses, I don't have a dog."
"Oh, right. Rich people pets," you teased, a playful smile on your face.
Thomas raised an eyebrow at your playful jab. "Horses are not exactly house pets," he remarked, a hint of amusement in his tone.
"Fair point," you conceded, enjoying the banter that seemed to ease the tension. "So, what does Thomas Shelby do for fun? Besides making me insane, of course"
His gaze flickered with a subtle mix of contemplation and amusement. "Fun... hm, let's say I like riding horses, reading, and chess."
"Chess, huh? I bet I can win” you smiled, gaze locked on his
Thomas Shelby leaned back, a mysterious glint in his eyes as he considered your challenge about chess. "You can try," he said, his smirk hinting at a quiet confidence.
The air between you felt lighter. You felt good about it. He could be a good company. 
"What happened?" you asked, meeting his gaze. Thomas frowned slightly, not understanding what you meant. "How did a guy that likes horses and plays chess turn my life upside down? making me feel like I couldn't breathe for days? Made me fear my life. At one point I felt so paranoid that i could swear there was someone was following me down the hospital. Because the Thomas in here now... I like this Thomas."
There was a moment of silence, Thomas's gaze held a mixture of contemplation and a touch of vulnerability you failed to see before.
"I already told you I didn't intend for any of this, Y/N," he began, his voice softer than usual “Believe me if you want, I didn't want you to get caught in it. But then, I woke up and you were already involved”
"I know," you admitted, your voice reflecting a mixture of gratitude and apprehension. "But I don't know how to navigate through this. It's like stepping into a world or a war I never knew existed."
He reached across the table, his hand covering yours in a gesture of reassurance that sent a little jolt through you. "Look, I want you to know that I won't leave you alone in the chaos I've brought. Ok?", You nodded 
His touch, warm and reassuring, sent a subtle thrill through you, awakening a desire you hadn't fully acknowledged since he walked in here tonight. As your eyes locked with his, an unspoken promise hung in the air, and for a brief moment, you found myself teetering on the edge of exploring something deeper with Thomas Shelby.
you cleared your throat, a nervous habit that betrayed the tumultuous thoughts racing through your mind. "Don't you have somewhere to be?" you managed to inquire, hoping to redirect the conversation and temper the rising anticipation. The effects of the whisky were starting to weave their magic, adding a layer of haziness to your judgment.
"I do," he sighed taking his hand from yours and adjusting his suit. "I enjoyed our talk. Are we in a better place?"
"Yeah, just... don't bring me more near-death guys. Please," you chuckled, the sound echoing in the room.
"And who would I take them to?," he replied, a hint of amusement in his eyes.
“I don't know" you shrugged "Government health system is avaible in birmingham"
He chuckled "yes, i have a hospital so that I can send my friends to the public system" he mocked
"Well... can I just ask you to try and be honest? That's all I really need from you. I don't want to fear you” 
"Are you sure the truth won't make you do exactly that?,"
"So far it hasn't, the other way around actualy" you answered
"Fine. That's a challenging thing to ask me, but sure. I can try," he agreed.
"Good," you smiled.
"Have a good night, Y/N," he said, starting to stand up. As he rose, something compelled him to lean down, and he pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head.
"You too," you replied, feeling a strange mix of surprise and comfort. As he headed toward the door, you couldn't help but blurt out, "Wait, why didn’t you steal my patient?"
He stopped in his tracks, turning back to face you. "I couldn’t have him die on me, and… I trust you," he explained, his words hanging in the air. It left you with a complex swirl of emotions.
"Can I ask his name?" you inquired.
"Johnny Dogs. He's not registered, by the way. So, keep it as John Doe. If people start asking too many questions, you tell me," he instructed, and you nodded. His gaze holding yours for a moment longer before he walked out.
With a deep sigh, you sank back into your chair, contemplating the unexpected twists of the day.
The Thomas you saw in here now was the same one you welcomed into your home and that version of Thomas was surprisingly good company. That was the Thomas who drew you in, the one you found yourself attracted to. Yet, how could he embody two entirely different personas simultaneously? one you felt like punching and other you felt like kissing...
At least, he trusted you.
The knowledge of his trust provided a welcome boost to your self-esteem. Despite the whirlwind of confusion and complexity, you couldn't deny the comfort in knowing that, in his own enigmatic way, Thomas Shelby trusted in you.
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cillmequick · 1 year
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So I had the idea for this a long time ago but not the time to write it. And I owe an enormous apology to you Isa @shelbydelrey for being so slow to contribute to your 400 milestone celebration! You’re probably on at least 500 by now but I hope you’ll still accept this 😘♥️
Pairing: modern!Tommy Shelby x fem!character
Summary: Tommy finds himself embroiled in an affair he can’t seem to walk away from. Inspired by Selfish Love by Jessie Ware because I felt like it fit the theme nicely 😉
Warnings: 🔞 Smut right from under the cut. Obviously mentions of cheating. Bad language.
Word count: 1881 MASTERLIST
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Selfish Love
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Baby let’s be honest about it
There’s only room for one in your heart
So tell me, darling, why are we like this?
I must admit that I kinda like it…
“Fuck, Tommy, just there,” she gasped, as he slid from her only to drive back in hard, repeatedly nudging the delicate spot inside her that sent stars bursting behind her eyelids. She clung to his shoulders, whimpering with every thrust as he fucked her hard against the wall of her office.
They had barely made it through the door before his hands were pulling her skirt to her hips, tugging her lace thong to the side to slide two thick fingers into her already dripping core.
“Sshhhh… do you want everyone out there to know what a dirty girl you are for me?” he growled in her ear, stilling his movements as his teeth nipped at the soft skin of her neck. “Or does every client get this treatment?”
He pulled back and she saw the evil glint in his eye, the almost smile dancing across his kiss swollen lips.
“What would you do if I said yes?”
His startling blue eyes darkened and he shifted his grip on her, making her whine and rock her hips, his tip perfectly placed to drive her insane.
But he gently grabbed her jaw, fingers pressing into her skin, forcing her to meet his glare.
“I don’t share.”
She narrowed her eyes at him, threading her figures into the longer part of his hair, pulling harshly. He groaned, hips snapping into her again at speed. All words died on her lips as he finally pushed her to the edge, her orgasm crashing through her, dripping down his shaft as he continued to pound into her. After a moment, unable to withstand the delicious, hot press of her walls around him, he followed her lead, emptying himself inside her.
Gasping slightly, head still spinning from the intensity of her climax, she wrapped her hands around the back of his neck. The short part of his hair was soft and velvety to the touch.
“You don’t share. But yet you expect me to?”
*****
Baby, now it feels like we’re dancing
Dodging bullets, now ain’t that romantic
Take what I want but you want me to take it
I only give love when I want to make it
She shouldn’t be here, she knew that even as she wandered aimlessly through the crowd at the Shelby Company Limited event. Yes, her law firm did provide the Shelbys with their very specialist services, but his wife would be here tonight and so she should not be.
She hadn’t come to make a scene, she was merely intrigued by the woman who he gave the rest of himself to. It wasn’t that she wanted more from him; the sex, the gifts, the passion he gave her when they were together was more than enough and she had always preferred to live life on her own terms. But she was curious. Who was he when he wasn’t in a boardroom or her bedroom?
She accepted another glass of champagne from a passing waiter, and looked across the busy room. The sea of bodies parted as she looked and suddenly there he was, his beautiful blonde wife next to him. She looked like one of those classic, vacuous trophy types that men like him were so prone to having. How depressingly predictable.
But fuck, he was positively delectable in a tux.
He caught her eye and she saw his widen as she discreetly raised her glass to him, a sweet smile playing on her lips.
Ten minutes later she felt his grip on her elbow as he steered her away from the earshot of others.
“What are you doing here?” he hissed but she simply smiled, entirely nonplussed.
“Is this not a company party? And do I not work for the company?” She took a sip of her champagne, eyeing him over the rim as his blue eyes stormed.
“Just because you can doesn’t mean you should be here.”
She surreptitiously smoothed her hand over his lapel.
“Don’t worry darling, I’m not here to make a scene.”
She leant closer and he was engulfed by the soft floral fragrance he had bought her back when this thing between them first started. Which was longer ago than he cared to recall.
“Now, if I was you, I would stop hiding in the corner with another woman and get back to your wife.”
Her warm breath tickled his neck as she spoke, her large hypnotic eyes close to his. He wanted to drag her into one of the rooms of this posh hotel and fuck the smirk off her lips.
He cleared his throat as she moved away from him.
“Behave yourself.”
She grinned wickedly. “Oh, I don’t think it’s any of your business how I behave, Mr Shelby.”
He watched as she sauntered away, the midnight blue silk of her dress catching every curve, plunging low at the back.
She studiously ignored him for the rest of the night, even though she could feel his eyes burning into her skin. Knowing he was watching only made her more mischievous, and so she enjoyed herself by allowing one of his younger brother’s friends, Isaiah, to flirt with her. He was a beautiful young man, tall and strong, with the most captivating eyes. Even next to Tommy Shelby and his famous blue stare.
Later in the evening, there was music and couples filled the spacious dance floor. She let Isaiah lead her to the floor, his hands on her hips and as they moved in perfect time, she let his lips find hers.
“Do you want to get out of here?” he asked as they broke apart, electricity crackling between them.
She saw Tommy over Isaish’s shoulder looking thunderous.
“Let me just powder my nose first,” she smiled, pulling away from his arms.
She almost made it as far as the ladies before she was pulled into a disused side room. Her back hit the wall as he pressed his body against hers, the familiar scent of him intoxicating. Smoke, whiskey, something sharp and clean.
“What’re you playing at, eh?” he rumbled quietly, one hand on her hip, the other loosely around her throat.
“What’s it to you? Am I not allowed to enjoy my evening?” she replied, pushing forward against his palm. He gripped a little tighter and she couldn’t stop the moan from escaping her. She strangely loved him like this. Jealous when he had no right to be, desperate for her. She saw him grin in the dim light at her involuntary noise.
“I thought I made myself clear?”
She stared at him for a moment.
“And I thought I did too. You should get back to your wife, Mr Shelby, before you’re missed.”
He crashed his lips into hers, robbing her of breath and she could feel him hard against her. On impulse she pushed him back so she could slide down to her knees. Her fingers made swift work of his fly and in a moment, she had him in her mouth.
He sucked in a deep breath as she swirled her tongue around him, bracing himself with one hand against the wall above her, the other tangling in her hair.
“Don’t ruin it please, it cost a fortune to have put up like that,” she smirked as she pulled back, running her tongue along his leaking slit. He relaxed his grip and she swallowed him down once more, bobbing her head, tongue teasing along the thick vein on the underside of his cock until at last he bumped the back of her throat.
She relaxed her jaw and looked up at him through her lashes, allowing him to take control. He pushed his hips forward until she gagged, drawing back slowly, beginning to fuck her soft, warm mouth until he saw tears in her waterline.
She was pure sin this woman. He knew he should stop their affair but he couldn’t seem to keep away from her.
Hollowing her cheeks she regained the power, sucking and grazing her teeth against him until he could feel the tightening in his stomach, his head beginning to buzz. Her fingers were suddenly on his balls, nails scratching lightly as she squeezed just enough to send him over the edge. He came with a grunt of her name, thick ropes filling her mouth. As he watched, gasping and slack jawed, she swallowed every drop.
Standing, delicately wiping saliva from her chin, the last drops of his cum from her lips, she smiled wickedly.
“Enjoy the rest of your evening, Thomas.”
She left him trying to control his heartbeat as he tucked himself back into his suit with shaking hands.
When he recovered enough to return to the remains of the party, he saw her being helped into her coat by Isaiah. As he watched, the younger man paused, pressing a kiss to her exposed neck and he saw her eyes flutter closed the way they so often did for him.
A bubble of jealousy popped in his stomach as he watched her leave with another.
“Tommy, it’s late, shall we go?” his wife asked, appearing at his side.
*****
Oh you’re acting sweet
I know what that means
All these games we play
Always ends the same…
For a week she heard nothing from Tommy and she was mildly concerned that maybe she had pushed it too far that night. Though in truth, Isaiah had proved to be a spectacular distraction. The boy could go for hours. She was still aching from their extended session the night before.
But then, as it so often did, his gifts began to trickle in. Bouquets of flowers with unsigned cards. An exquisite diamond necklace to match the earrings he had given her the month before. Tickets for a private box at the theatre.
She didn’t respond, she never needed to respond. In fact she thought he would be rather angry if she did.
But she did stop seeing Isaiah.
The weekend rolled around again and he found himself at the door of her apartment building. Every time he ended up here he told himself it would be the last time.
It never was.
She buzzed him up, waiting for him at her door, arms crossed in front of her chest. She was dressed casually in leggings and an oversized sweater, hair pulled up into a messy bun. He could see the strap of her lace bralette where her jumper had slipped off her shoulder.
“You should have called, I would have put on something a little less comfortable,” she smirked as he made his way from the lift.
He didn’t reply, instead pulling her into the apartment, pushing her against the door as his lips attacked her skin. She moaned softly as his teeth grazed her collarbone and his hand slid under her top, fingers teasing her nipple through the thin lacy material.
“This is the last time,” he murmured against her lips as her hands locked around his neck.
“Of course it is,” she agreed, as he licked into her mouth and lifted her to his hips, walking her towards her bedroom.
It wasn’t.
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I hope you enjoyed that Isa darling! And obviously I hope the rest of you did too. Please do let me know what you thought in all the usual ways - I love to hear from you! 🤍
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moral-terpitude · 1 year
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Manic Monday
Did I need to start something new? No. Did I? Yes. Will there be more? Surely. At some point. (I get super annoyed by the manic Monday song when it comes on the radio, but it was the only good follow up I could think of to Quiet Sunday.) (Cause I liked this modern Shelby family bunches, but I feel like their life wouldn’t be without chaos after such a good day.)
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Word Count: 1282
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“Tom.” Your whisper was the only noise in the darkness, but a few minutes ago you’d been pulled from sleep by a commotion down stairs.
How Tommy hadn’t been woken up by the noise coming from somewhere off in the house was a mystery. You were usually the heavy sleeper, but Charlie was still off galavanting with Finn.
Hadn’t answered the phone. Hadn’t messaged.
Which meant you had spent most of the night staring at the ceiling before sleep finally took over.
You sighed, shaking him again, words coming out in a quick hiss, “Tommy, wake up.”
He took a deep breath as he turned to face you, blue eyes reading the worried expression on your face quickly, even in the lack of light.
“What’s going on, love?”
“Just something loud downstairs.”
He was out of bed in an instant, gun drawn from the bedside table and out the door before you could say much else.
You lay there for a few minutes before you heard a scuffle. Peeking out the bedroom door you saw quite the sight.
Charlie and Finn seemed equally pissed, wobbling as Tommy tried to support Charlie with help (or lack of) from his brother.
“Are you fucking kidding me, Finn!”
You pulled the robe around you tighter, a light jog over to take his place, bare feet padding across the wooden floor, to actually assist your husband.
Finn looked away, leaning against the bannister as the three of you made your way down the hall to Charlie’s room.
His blonde hair fell in his face as he tried to avoid Tommy’s gaze, sitting on the bed with his head in his hands.
“Feel like shit already, eh?”
“Dad,” Charlie groaned, that being the last you heard out of him before you made your way back to the landing.
“Downstairs.” You passed by him, not bothering to wait to make sure he listened, he knew better than to not follow, “Now.”
He grumbled, but followed behind you, knowing he was in for a good reaming.
“I can’t believe you,” he took the stairs two at a time to keep up with you as you stood in the entryway, fishing the pack of Marlboro lights out of your coat pocket, “it would be different if it was the first time, Finn—“
“C’mon, Y/N, he’s not a kid anymore—“
“Yes, Finn, he is!” You lit the cigarette, glancing up at the full moon and taking a long drag before toeing open the front door, “I know that your life, and the things you’ve all seen, was a lot different growing up, but he is fifteen!”
He looked away, slumping against the wall with a huff, arms crossed.
“Charlie is a good kid!”
“Finn!” Tommy’s voice bellowed down the stairs, preceding his presence (now dressed in more than just his underwear), and interrupted your tirade before you could continue.
You stayed in the door frame, blowing the smoke outside as Tommy rounded the corner. Anger taking the form of heat rising in your neck as you tried to take a deep breath and calm yourself.
“Was he into the fucking coke?”
Finn started to shake his head, glancing sideways at you before looking back at Tommy. “I don’t know,” he shrugged, words still a bit slurred, “I went off for a little bit. I think he’s just tanked.”
Tommy locked eyes with you, and unfortunately you mimicked Finn’s shrug as he huffed his way back up the stairs.
“He is a good kid,” you continued, discarding the cigarette but out into the gravel drive and lighting another before glancing up at the clock, hands pointed at 3:45, and running a hand through your hair, “and he has set himself up on a good path in school, his extracurriculars are all in order, and not that we need it but he is looking at one hell of a scholarship if he can keep his grades where they are. I know it’s summer,” you sighed, “but I can’t keep having you bring my boy—“
He scoffed, “That’s part of the fucking problem, Y/N! He’s a Shelby! He’s not your boy!”
His voice came out in a roar that immediately had you taken aback, heart trembling and sinking into your stomach before you caught his gaze.
Blinking twice, you took a deep, shuddering, breath, “Go the fuck upstairs and go to bed, Finn.”
“Y/N—“
“No. Don’t you dare try to fucking apologize to me now.”
Tears stung in the corner of your eyes as you brushed past him, smoke rolling along with you as you made your way through the hall and down into the kitchen.
The coffee maker hissed to life as you leaned on your elbows in front of it, swiping tears from under your eyes every 30 seconds or so.
He’s not your boy.
The words rang in your ears painfully as you heard approaching footsteps.
“Staying up?”
You sighed, turning and leaning against the counter, eyes roaming the white tiles all up the walls as you continued viscously chewing the inside of your lip and Tommy assed your state.
You had thought about finding the bag of crisps when you went down there, but by the time the words actually sank in, you realized nothing sounded good anymore.
“Yeah, I figured,” you sniffled, turning away to pull two cups out of the cupboards, “I have a lot to catch up on, I need to find vendors and source donations for that benefit, the women’s shelter—“
“Love, what happened?”
Your shoulders relaxed as he wrapped his arms around your waist, featherlight kisses pressed into the crook of your neck.
Sometimes you hated that he knew what made you tick.
A long sigh passed between your lips, weighing your words before you spoke.
“Hm?” He prodded, rocking you both back and forth as you shrugged.
“Just another reminder of—“ that I’m not able to hold a candle to your dead wife? No, there was no good that was going to come from the rest of that sentence. Instead, you shook your head, stopping the sentence, pouring coffee in both of the cups, “I know I’m not Charlie’s mother—“
“Who said?”
“Tommy,” you shrugged him off of you, turning to face him, safe and close in the space between him and the counter, “I just, for once, wish what goes on in our household could stay in our little bubble.”
He tried to search your face for the answer to his question as you relinquished one of the mugs to him. You knew you probably weren’t making sense.
“Finn, reminded me, when I was giving him hell, that Charlie isn’t my boy.” You nodded.
“He’s just pissed out of his mind, hurling his guts into the bowl in the hall bathroom right now.”
“Like that’s an excuse.” You shot back, heading to leave the kitchen as he reached for you again.
“No,” you shook your head, picking the still burning cigarette off the tea saucer you’d grabbed from the sink, “you’re not going to manage to fuck your way out of that one. I know I’m not a Shelby by blood, but god damn Tommy, you always manage to explain away their shit and I’m getting sick of it.”
You shook your head, letting the cigarette hang from your mouth like he would usually do while he worked.
“We even had a good day today, too.”
You heard the whispered “fuck” as you meandered your way through the house, slamming the heavy wooden door to your office behind you.
The only person you felt bad that it might have woken woken up was Frances. Bless her.
She needed a raise for putting up with all of you.
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cillianscrybaby · 1 year
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Everything is for sale...There is always a price
(A part 2 of a Peaky Blinders fic I've started. If you're a fan of the show you know the themes and violence so that's your WARNING.)
Things changed a bit after Tommy put you to work directly in his home, keeping you more so around his office and bedroom to make sure things are tidy. Barely anyone looked at you and it was rare anyone but Tommy spoke, he had seemed to have gotten used to reading your expressions or gestures so you didn't have to bother with attempting to speak.
Tommy was a mix of both, quiet a lot in his own mind but stern with others along with yelling at times he was angry. You've been observing him as much as he's observed you, a silent agreement that he's never raised his voice or struck you and you listen and keep things tidy. You assumed there was a rule that no one touches you after you knifed one of his men two months ago.
Things might seem good but you didn't forget who's house you're in. Tommy Shelby. Peaky fucking Blinders.
"You keep her around for a fuck now and then, Tom?", Arthur asks, laughing a bit as he downed a glass of whiskey.
"No. No, she keeps the place tidy.", Tommy sighs.
"At least she don't talk or make much noise. Probably fun to have without all the bullshit chatter.", Arthur adds in, refilling his glass.
"She can talk.", Tommy says bluntly.
Author sends a sideways glance, "Oh?"
Tommy nods, content.
Clicking the door open as quietly as you could, you paused slightly at the sight of Tommy and Arthur sitting around Tommy's desk. It wasn't allowed for you to clean when there were meetings and honestly you didn't care for any of the business as long as you knew enough to keep yourself alive.
Tommy waved his fingers at you, signaling it was okay and you gave a small nod, making yourself busy to gather empty glasses that needed washed.
It was silent, only the sounds of them drinking, your steps, and if their eyes watching you could make noise you were sure you could have heard it. Tommy picks up his glass, downing a big gulp of gin before placing it on the table.
"That'll be enough staring, Arthur.", Tommy clears his throat, you didn't even look up as you take the glasses away.
"What's your name?", Arthur asks, your eyes flicking up to him and then Tommy before looking at the glasses you had gathered on the tray.
Tommy drums his fingers on the desk, a light smile on his lips that he hid, it was bold of you to not reply, especially to a Peaky Blinder, although he knew you could handle yourself after you knifed a man for touching you.
Arthur sighs, rubbing his face, as much as the silence was interesting it unnerved him too, not used to a woman not answering him.
"Y/N...", Tommy rasps, "Her name is Y/N."
Again, a sideways glance from Athur, amused that Tommy knows that, "She told you?"
Tommy raises his eyebrows, shaking his head no. Your back was turned to them, tidying up another table in the corner, your own hidden smile on your lips that begins to fade as Tommy contuines speaking.
"I asked her father. I paid him a visit to ask a few questions and her name was one of those questions.", he speaks like you aren't in the room and maybe it bothers you, "Another question was why did he beat her voice out of her."
Maybe you picked up the tray a little too hard, a glass falling over and clinking against another but thankfully it didn't break. You could feel their eyes on you as you were making your way out of the office without being dismissed, again, a bold action but one Tommy let you do. You remember the bruising on Tommy's knuckles after he had been out one day not long after you had started work in his home, he must have went to see your father, you know that now.
Blinking back tears, it ashamed you of what you've dealt with but every day you've tried to convince yourself it made you stronger. How many women would knife a man, right? As your shoes clicked the hardwood floors, taking the tray to the kitchens, a man in a suit almost bumps you as he's wandering the house.
"Excuse me?", he looks down at you, eyes scanning to see that you're a servant. He's not a Peaky Blinder, the hair is all wrong, you can tell, but he wears a fine suit. No doubt someone in business with Tommy.
"I'm looking for Tommy Shelby.", he tells you, his accent thick.
You point him towards the office, walking away.
Alfie Solomons walks himself into Tommy's office, opening the door with the confidence of seeing an old friend and an old enemy that things are familiar with, "Tommy, my boy, you've got nothing but rude staff.", he tuts.
Arthur snickers to himself, getting up to get a fresh glass, "You've met the new staff."
Alfie shifts on his feet before walking himself to sit down where Arthur had been, "I asked a simple question an all she did was point. Didn't even offer a drink."
"You asked a simple question. You get a simple answer.", Tommy shrugs, steepling his fingers.
"Let's just get this fucking meeting over with.", Arthur grunts.
"No. Absolutely not.", Tommy tells him.
Arthur was silent.
Alfie staring back.
"Not for sale. I've made that clear. She's not part of the deal.", Tommy doesn't like repeating himself.
"Everything's for sale. Everything has a price. Isn't that what you always say?", Alfie asks.
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(I'm sorry this was so long. I'm honestly surprised anyone read the first part. So, thank you all.)
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notyour-valentine · 1 year
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Hello Val! I’d love to send you a request for your 1000 celebration (congrats again! 🥂)
I’d like to go with a blurb for modern!Tommy and the following prompt: “It is a common phenomenon that just the prettiest girls find it so difficult to get a man.”
Thanks ❤️
The Prettiest Girls ~ modern!Tommy Shelby x Reader (Fluff)
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Warning: Mention of sexism in society, patriarchy, some swearing (18/21+). I do not consent to my work being translated, copied or posted elsewhere on this platform or any other.
Words: 1480 words
“Oi!”, she snapped as Tommy reached for the packet of still warm falafels and pulled them towards him without even sparing her a glance. 
“Those are mine!”, she hissed, snatching them right back.  For that, she had to get up and lean all over the polished black chrome table.
His head shot up and he glared at her with nothing but annoyance and impatience - as if she had insulted him.
“Seriously?”, he hissed, “You drink and eat here for free, the least you can do is give some of me own fucking food!”
“It’s not your food!”, Ada reminded him. “Its from that new vegan place around the corner.”
“We’ve got vegan food!”, Arthur argued, always quick to defend his establishment. “Chips and sweet potato chips and salad, I think?”
“If I eat nothing but chips all the time, I will break out worse than a freshers flu!”, she argued, dipping another one of her deliciously crispy fried falafels into the hummus. 
This was becoming a weekly thing, actually it was becoming almost normalcy. Ever since the Shelbys had moved into London too, it was more than convenient for her and Ada to spend their evenings here. Groceries was expensive and here they could practically drink them dry and even if they ordered food more to their taste, they could put it on Arthur’s tab. 
He didn’t mind in the slightest, not when it came to his sister and their childhood friend. 
Usually it was actually quite fun, with John in town too and Tommy actually having time to join them for a change, or so they had thought. 
But instead of a few rounds and some fun stories for old times sake, he was sitting in the corner of the private room, hacking away at his phone with such ferocity, she could have sworn he must’ve drilled holes into it by now. 
Always busy. Always occupied. 
As if that wasn’t enough, he cleared his throat and swiped. 
“Yes?”, he demanded to know, bringing his phone to his ear. “Is he for real now?”, Ada demanded to know as Tommy began to have a full on conversation with no regard to them and their talk. 
“Oi, at least put it on speaker!”, she offered with a chuckle. 
He threw daggers at her and got up, but on his way out, he swiped the bag with the remaining four falafels from the table. 
“Hey!”, she argued, but the door only fell shut, separating her from the rest of her dinner.
“Arrogant git.”, she hissed. 
“Don’t be harsh on him, love!”, Arthur insisted. “He’s busy with the business.”
She only shrugged. 
It was bothering her more than it should. She had left Birmingham to go to college, and had moved in with Ada so that they could share the costs. Then, before long, Tommy had bought them not only a house but a car, not that they needed it in central London, but it was nice to have.
She had thought him buying a house would mean he was around a bit more, but no. 
Only once had she passed him in the hall when he had been on his way out, and he had greeted her with a small smile and a meaningless “All good?”, but he was already on the run.
She missed Birmingham, she missed them all, but with Tommy it felt like the only place she yet held in his life was on a list of expenses - and that stung. 
But what was there to be done?
Tommy was his own man and she was her own woman. Besides, she was his little sister’s friend, hardly anyone of much importance in the busy life of Mr. Thomas Shelby. 
She still had Ada, and Arthur and John, so she needn’t mourn too much. 
Ada of course, had decided to enrol in the same university as she had, taking on Sociology, Politics and Gender Studies all in one go.
She was well suited for it and burned to share her knowledge with her, and now her brothers too. 
While (Y/N) could only contribute anecdotal evidence, they were certainly in agreement of many things. Especially in regards to the differences between men and women in society. 
And before long they were on a roll, with John blushing and Arthur paling with every word. The door behind her clicked open again, as Tommy returned - without her falafels. 
Jackass. 
But that didn’t stop her from making her point.
“Women constantly get underestimated and reduced to their looks.”, she insisted, throwing her hands in the air. “It is just so exhausting!”
Ada nodded ceremoniously, impatient to get her own point in. 
 “Did you know Marilyn Monroe was actually really smart?”, she asked.
“If she was so smart why did she stand over that subway vent and have them take pictures up her skirt?”, John asked. 
“That was for a movie!”, Ada hissed, glaring at her brother. 
“Speaking of movie stars - everytime you turn on music in your car, that’s due to Hedy Lamar - the one with the stars.”, she insisted, waving around the back of her head. “She invented Bluetooth, or rather the technology behind it.”
“So far more than looks- but history remembers them as pretty!”
Ada said the word as if it was a slur, or at least a taint. 
“Anyway, back to the original problem. Women get reduced due to their looks so much that it impacts every aspects of their lives!”
“But isn’t that also a good thing?”, John asked. “I mean, there is pretty privilege, right?”
That made her stomach coil. 
“Wanting to sleep with someone isn’t the same as listening or valuing them!”, she snarled, considering if she should try to aim for his shin under the table. 
“Besides,”, Ada added, “most men are intimidated by both attractive and intellectual women. Combine the two and 99% of men run to the hills.”
She leaned back and sighed in dramatic fashion, giving her a lamenting look. “It is a common phenomenon that just the prettiest girls find it so difficult to get a man, one who is not intimidated or even fells insulted.”
“My words exactly!”, she added with a nod. 
Across the table, Tommy scoffed. 
“You got something to say?”, Ada hissed, as always ready for a fight, especially with her favourite sparring partner. 
She loved to argue, but arguing with Tommy was the rarest and most favoured pastimes for her. 
And he didn’t care to back down from a fight and so met his sister’s gaze with that barely-there knowing smirk of his, as if the universe had laid bare all the secrets it contained in front of him and him alone. 
“Maybe.”
“Maybe?”, Ada asked, “Go on then.”
He shrugged in dismissal once more.
“I think you’re making things too complicated.”
“We? We are making things too complicated?”
Ada’s cheeks began to flush and she could practically see the speech beginning to form. 
“Yes. I’m not exactly saying that society’s perfect but it’s not the cause of everyone’s problems.”
“It kind of is, though!”, Arthur argued.
Tommy shot him a dark glare, all playfulness he had in his eyes when he had faced Ada gone at the sight of his brother’s betrayal. 
“If (Y/N) can’t find a man, it’s hardly the patriarchy’s fault. Perhaps she’s just looking in the wrong places.”
She choked on her drink, feeling the liquid climb up to her nose as she coughed, barely managing to cover her mouth with a napkin as Arthur hit her back. 
“Wait what?”, Ada asked, staring at her brother in utter disbelief.
“When did this discussion become about me?”, (Y/N) managed to croak out, her eyes burning. 
“Yeah, what are you on about, Tommy?”, John demanded to know, before his face split into a wide grin. “Hang on-”
“Shut up!”, Tommy hissed, as his ears began to turn red. “I must’ve misheard, alright. Nothing to get stuck up on.”
He fidgeted with his cufflinks. 
John threw his head back in laughter and even Ada giggled.
“Did he just call me pretty?”, (Y/N) asked, bracing her elbows on the table as she leaned forward, having recovered from her drink mishap. 
“Pretty and intellectual!”, Arthur added for formalities sake, earning more throaty chuckles and giggles, as Tommy’s ears turned the shade of ripe tomatoes. One could even see the colour sneak up his neck. 
“What do you want me to say?”, Tommy hissed, “You’re not ugly, are you?”
His anger only made her giggle more as she leaned back. “I should put that on a t-shirt.”, she suggested with a smirk. 
“We could start a clothing line, make it Shelby Company Limited official and Tommy can write off a bit of tax, that would be nice, wouldn’t it, Tom?”, Ada teased, giving her brother a playful shove. He was hacking away at his phone again, pretending he didn’t hear, while his ears seemed to glow so brightly they couldn’t have lit the entire room on their own.
End.
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midnightmagpiemama · 1 year
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The Photographer - Masterlist
This is a modern Tommy Shelby story, set in present day. A quick little summary, the reader is a photographer, new to Birmingham. She is hired by Ada to take photographs at the Shelby Company Ltd. Christmas party and, well, things go from there. All the regular characters are there, and Charlie has quickly become my favourite to write. He's a combination of some of the kids in my life, he comes naturally to me. Anyway, it started as a one-off for a Christmas writing challenge, but the characters haven't left me alone, so I'll keep writing them as they come. Feel free to let me know if you have any requests for scenarios. I have a bunch mapped out, but since this isn't linear, I'm open to some suggestions! Find all parts linked below.
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Christmas Traditions - December 2018 - the prompts for this were Fluff/A Family Tradition/Modern AU/A Proposal.
The Photographer 1 - April 2017 - the reader goes to photograph Charlie and Tommy at their home.
The Photographer 2 - December 2015 - the reader is hired to take photos at the Shelby Company Ltd. Christmas party, it's the first time she meets Tommy.
The Photographer 3 - April 2017 - the reader and Tommy's first date. There's a small change of plans.
The Photographer 4 - May 2017 - some big declarations are made, and the reader meets the Shelby family in her new capacity as girlfriend to the President/CEO.
The Photographer 5 - October 2017 - what should have been a lovely night out on the town after being busy with work for weeks, the reader and Tommy hit a rough patch. Tommy opens up to her about his past, but can they come back?
The Photographer 6 - December 2019/January 2020 - a NYE to remember 2019 to 2020!
The Photographer 7 - April 2016 - a play on the scene from PB where Charlie is stolen - don't worry, this one has a happier ending.
The Photographer 8 - October 2019 - there's a dog in the house, will Tommy cave and let reader and Charlie get a dog?
The Photographer 9 - May 2018 - a trip to the hospital.
The Photographer 10 - March 2018 - emotions run high around Mother’s Day
The Photographer 11 - April 2017 - their second date after a week apart.
The Photographer 12 - March 2020 - following a bout of illness, they receive some happier news.
The Photographer 13 - November 2020 - COMING SOON
Approximate dates added in blue... just to help you with the timeline of this story. I want to create a timeline since I jump around a lot, but hopefully this will help until I find the time to do that. 🤓💗
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ryuzakemo128 · 2 years
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Incorrect Quotes - Peaky Blinders au (Part One)
Characters used: Alfie Solomons, Thomas Shelby. Plus Red (Female Reader)
(Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four / Part Five / Part Six / Part Seven / Part Eight / Part Nine / Part Ten )
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Red: Hi. Alfie: Hey, did you do what I said? Did you tell him? Red: I did. Alfie: And what did he say? Red: “Thank you.” Alfie: You’re totally welcome. What’d he say? Red: He said, “Thank you.” I said “I love you” and Thomas said, “Thank you.”
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Thomas: Due to personal reasons, I will be fucking sinking to the bottom of the ocean in a large metal box. Alfie: Did Red say 'I love you' and you said 'Thanks'? Thomas: THE REASONS ARE PERSONAL–
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Red: Thank you all for coming. Thomas, wearing a hospital gown: When I heard you couldn't get laid, I dropped everything and came straight here. Red: Well, I couldn't imagine anyone else being part of the "Fuck A Task Force". Alfie: Yeah, I interpreted that in a different way.
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Red: Wait a minute, how did this happen? We're smarter than this! Thomas: Apparently, we're not.
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Thomas, hungover: Please tell me I'm imagining that I claimed I was king of the ducks. Red: I would, but then I would be lying to the King of All Ducks.
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Red: Thomas, I rebuke thee! I rebuke thee! Thomas: Rebuke? Is that a word? Red: You have all invoked my fury! You will all pay recompense for your transgressions! Thomas: What, you got like a word-a-day calendar or something?
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Thomas: Ah, Hello again. We really need to stop meeting like this. Red: Maybe we would, if you would STOP BREAKING INTO MY FUCKING HOUSE!!!
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Red: Thank you for not saying "I told you so." Thomas: When you’re as right as I am, you don’t have to say it.
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Thomas: I am an expert at identifying birds. Red: Okay, what about those ones flying over there? Thomas: Yeah, they're all birds.
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Red, dramatically: They called me a fool. Thomas, sick of Red's shit: They weren’t wrong.
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Thomas, texting Red: I’m a theif. Red: Thief. Thomas: Theif. Red: I before E except after C. Thomas: Thceif. Red: NO.
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Thomas: You know, when I first met you I thought you were a real bitch. Red: What changed your mind? Thomas: Oh, I still think you're a bitch. I've just grown to like that about you.
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Red: If it pleases the court I would like to say that my opponent is TALKING SHIT! Thomas: ...
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Red: Just be yourself. Say something nice. Thomas: Which one? I can't do both.
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Red: Thomas, fuck off. Red: And by "fuck off" I mean "fuck off right back here and listen", you insufferable prick.
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Thomas: *is visibly upset* Red: Thomas, what happened? I haven't seen you like this since you found out Candyland wasn't an actual country.
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Thomas: You’ve got to learn to love yourself. Red: But don't you hate yourself. Thomas: Yeah, but this is about you. Stay focused.
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Red: Can I have some? Thomas, mouth full of cheesecake: It's really spicy, you wouldn't like it.
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Thomas: Red... you've been cuddling with me for over an hour now. Red: *muffled* mm hmmm :) Thomas: Fuck. I should be annoyed but you're adorable.
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Thomas: Uptown Funk would've made it into the Shrek Soundtrack. Red: That's the truest statement I've ever heard.
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Thomas: I've met a lot of pricks in my time, but you, Red, are a fucking cactus.
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Red: Hey Thomas, can you give me the opposite of these words? Red: Always, Coming, From, Take, Me, Down. Thomas: Never, Going, To, Give, You- Thomas: The fucking satisfaction.
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Thomas: What happened?! Red: Do you want the long version or the short version? Thomas: Sh-short?? Red: Shit's fucked. Thomas: Okay, long. Red: Shit's very fucked.
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Red: Hey, Thomas. What kind of flowers do you prefer? Thomas: I like sunflowers. Red, pulling out a bouquet of Venus Flytraps: Well, shit-
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Thomas: If I had a face like yours, I'd put it on a wall and throw a brick at it. Red: If I had a face like YOURS, I'd put it on a brick and throw a wall at it.
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Thomas: The saying “it is better to beg forgiveness than to ask permission” no longer applies to Red.
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Red: Thomas, you love me, right? Thomas: Normally I’d say yes without hesitation, but I feel like this is going somewhere I won’t like.
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Thomas: What happened to your nose? Red: I used it to break some guy's fist.
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Thomas: Hey. Red: Hey? Thomas: I can't sleep. :/ Red: I can. Goodnight
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Thomas: Hold on, I can explain! Red: Really? Can you now? Thomas: I can if you give me a minute to think of a convincing lie.
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Thomas, after getting a job as a life guard: Hmm... I wonder what those things at the bottom of the pool are.. Red: THOSE ARE PEOPLE DROWNING!
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Thomas: *fast-forwards all the way through the movie* Red: You can't just skip to the happy ending! Thomas: I don't have time for their problems.
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Red: Why are you always trying to aggravate me? Thomas: To relax.
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Thomas: FUCK THE CHAIR. PARDON ME FOR MAKING MYSELF COMFORTABLE DURING A SINCERE HEART TO HEART DISCUSSION WITH A DEAR FRIEND IN NEED! Thomas: BUT THE TIME HAS COME FOR ME TO CEASE STRADDLING THIS DEEPLY OFFENSIVE PIECE OF FURNITURE! AWAY WITH YE, FOUR LEGGED TEMPTRESS! DISTRACT US NO MORE WITH THE MOST BASIC AND UTILITARIAN FORM OF COMFORT YOU SUPPLY! Red: Thomas just threw a tantrum about a chair. Red: I just won Thomas Tantrum Bingo.
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Thomas: My life is a mess. Red: Thomas relax, go get a beer. Thomas: I don’t want a beer. Red Who said it was for you?
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Thomas: A decision had to be made. Red: And you fucked it up!
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Thomas: Though I admit I don’t know much about you, I am feeling pretty confident in my assessment that you are probably some sort of sick deadly fuck. Red: Who told you my secret?
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Thomas: You’re mean! Red: You’re meaner! Thomas: Yeah, well, you’re ugly too! Red: You’re uglier! Thomas: You’re a dumbass! Red: You’re a dumberass! Thomas: You think “dumberass” is a good insult!
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Thomas: Please say words of encouragement to me so I don’t murder someone right now. Red: There are no books in prison. Thomas: *sighs* Thank you.
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Thomas: Are you drinking enough water? Red: Sometimes my tears get in my mouth.
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Red: Thomas, you need to react when people cry! Thomas: I did. I rolled my eyes.
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Thomas: I think this might be a bad idea... Red: Don't start thinking on me now!
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Red: Bottling up negative emotions is bad for your health, so you shouldn't do it. Thomas: I know, that's why I bottle up all my emotions, both positive and negative, so it cancels out. Red: Th-that's not how that works-
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Hey gurl do you write little drabble fics?
Can you do a Tommy pulling his woman closer?
Managed to write you a short little one. Loved this idea. I am a sucker for Tommy wanting comfort.
Seventeen Days
Pairing - Thomas Shelby and Reader
Thank you for the support. Please interact and let me know your thoughts. x
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Tommy lay on his back, looking up at the high ceiling of his Arrow house mansion. He guessed it must be about 6am, by the light drifting in through the curtains. The left one wasn't fully closed, it had been bothering him for hours.
Why hadn't he just got up and closed it? Another thing, he had been overthinking...
Sleep was never going to come now. It was pointless, trying to even close his eyes again. With his arm resting on his forehead. He ran his thumb across his brow. Feeling the bed shift slightly, his eyes drifted to the left.
There you were ... his love...His one and only.
At least you had slept, hadn't let your mind take over. Not like him. Hearing you mumble something incoherently, he found himself smiling. Seventeen days... that's all it was now. Seventeen days... and ... five hours.
Until you became his wife. Officially.
He was counting down, unknown to you. He marked every day off, in his office diary. It couldn't come soon enough. And then, you would be joint as one. Forever.
Watching you roll yourself over, your hair tickled his arm. Turning with you, he hooked his arm around your waist. "Closer baby," he whispered against your ear lobe. His warm breath, making your skin tingle. Like he always did.
“Come closer….”
Scooting back to spoon him further, you rubbed your head against his shoulder. "I am close, Tommy,"
Tucking his left arm underneath you, his right arm pulled you ever closer. Your bodies moulding into one. “That's better, ey. I need you close to me,"
Enjoying his embrace, you let him hold you tighter. Just the two of you in the whole world. And soon... you would become Mrs Shelby.
You were counting down the days….
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This prompt was requested by anon. Hope you enjoy. Pure filth in this story.
The Red Room
Summary: Tommy tells you to not enter the red room, but you enter it anyways. What will your punishment be. Read to find out more.
Pairing: Tommy x Reader
Prompt: Not listening to Tommy
Characters: You and Tommy
Word Count: 3681
Warnings: Smut, Rough sex, bondage, sex toys, bdsm, hugging, praising, rough oral sex, squirting, and masterbating. Minors don't read.
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Tommy was gone by the time you woke up. You look over at the pillow and see a note on a light red piece of paper. You sigh with disappointment because he fucks you hard before he leaves for work. He always wrote on red colored paper because he loves it so much. Plus it was a very dominant color.
It states: To my lovely wife,
Please keep wearing your red body harness. Second wear no underwear. Third wear red make-up. Lastly, please stay out of the red room. If you go in, you'll be punished.
Love, Master Tommy
You smile after you read the letter. One is that you had a plan of going into the red room, while he was gone. Just the idea of being punished spurred you on. Also, you're going to get out by the time he comes home. That time was usually 5p.m. You put the letter back on his nightstand to show you read it. He always tells you to do that. It shows that you're a loyal
Then you go to the closet to grab your red body harness. It was your favorite to wear because you look sexy in it. One is that it suited your body figure. Second it had black diamonds on it. All in all it makes you feel confident. You graze your hand over the black diamonds. Touching them reminds you of the time he proposed to you. You smile at the thought of that, as you put your body harness on.
After you put your harness on, you walk over to your vanity. You pull out your red make-up set. You choose the light red eyeshadow.
" This will go with my harness", you say quietly grabbing the eyeshadow applicator.
Putting your red eyeshadow on, you feel a rush of heat overcome your body. An image of Tommy handcuffing your hands to the bedframe floods your mind. Also, he's fucking your mouth hard. Just the thought of that makes your velvet folds wet.
Eventually, you finish with your make-up. You get up from your vanity with a look of satisfaction. One is that your Master Tommy will love the way you look. Next you strut over to your shoe closet with your ass wiggling like jello. Scanning your shoes, you pick the red high heel shoes with the black heel. Just looking at it makes you bite your lip. You grab them and put them on with ease.
After you put your heels on, you go to stand in front of the mirror again. You turn to the side and smack your ass.
" Ah fuckkk", you moan softly looking at your ass in the mirror. It leaves a red mark, but the pain it emanates doesn't bother you. You leave the mirror with a smirk on your face. " I'm hungry for some cherries and apples", you say softly to yourself as you leave your room.
Walking into the kitchen, you see a red bowl with cherries and apples in it. A big smile appears on your face. " He's such a sweet master", you say cutely grabbing the bowl. You take a bite of your sliced Fiji apple. " So good", you murmur to yourself as you eat. You grab a cherry after you finish the apple. As you take a bite out of it, you close your eyes with a smirk on your face. The cherries makes you think of Tommy's lips because he wears cherry flavored chapstick. Opening your eyes again, you eat some more of your fruit with contentment.
Not long after you eat your luscious fruit, you decide to check out the red room. You walk upstairs with anticipation in your eyes. Each step you make, makes you more curious. It's like the room was calling your curiosity. The Red Room was located on the far end of the hall to the right.
Just about halfway down the hall, you see a beautiful red door with black roses on it. It was a beautiful sight to behold because it was nothing you've seen before. Most doors you saw were just plain red. Also, the door had a black rose shaped door knob.
Finally, you reach the red door to the red room. A look of amazement appears on your face as you stand before the door. You check to see if it's locked first. Putting your hand on the knob, you turn it. The door doesn't open, because it's locked. You look for a secret key hole to the side of the door. Sure enough there was a red rectangle box with a black key in it. You grab it quickly. Next you put the key in the keyhole and it opens. Before you enter the room, you put the key back to it's rightful place.
A smell of roses hits your nose as you walk into the room. One is that Tommy keeps a scent diffuser that expels a rose smell every so often. You take in the smell enjoying it. You look around the room, taking in the sights before you. In the center was a humongous red canopy bed with red satin sheets. The walls in the room was designed with a red rose pattern with black lace. To the right you see red handcuffs hanging on a black peg. Plus some other things, but you couldn't tell unless you went closer.
You walk over to where the cuffs were. A glint of curiosity appears in your eyes as you see more things. Next to the cuffs was a black and red flogger. You decide to grab it because it was intriguing to you. Grabbing it, you run your fingers over the the leather straps. An image of Tommy flogging your ass appears in your mind. Just the image of that makes you blush like crazy. Then you take the flogger and brush your ass with it. The feeling of it on your ass was exhilarating to you. An mmm escapes your lips as it brushes off your ass. " What else we got here", you say as you put the flogger back on the peg.
A long red satin sash hangs on the third peg. You take it off, wrapping it around your wrist. The feeling of it was soft as satin. Also, it has a rose scent on it. The smell reminds you of rose oil that Tommy rubs all over you. You smirk picturing that in your mind. You unwrap the red sash from your wrist and put it back.
Your eyes land on the fourth item. It was a stick with red feathers on it. You look at it with a weird look on your face. One is that this reminded you of a feather duster. You didn't pick up this one, but ran your fingers along the feathers. It gives you a tickling sensation though. " This is ticklish", you chuckle at yourself.
You remember Tommy showing you one of these in a shop you went to on your honeymoon. A memory pops up in your mind.
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Tommy was holding your hand in his as you two walked by shops in the Bahamas. One shop catches you and Tommy's attention. It was displaying floggers, sashes, blindfolds, and many other sexy things that one can imagine. " Let's see what we can find darling", Tommy says with a wink in his eye. You two walk into the shop with a look of awe. One is that you two liked the items in there. Tommy leads you to the flogger section. Many types of floggers line the entire wall. You saw floggers with feathers, leather strips, and etc. " Look how cute this is", Tommy says holding a long black stick with feathers on the end. " It is, but what is that?", you ask looking at it.
" It's a tickler darling." " Used for teasing", Tommy says blushing at you.
" Get it love", you say giving him a kiss.
" Will do darling", Tommy says kissing you back.
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As the memory fades away, you look at the fifth item which was some red rope. It was scented like a rose. Tommy had things scented with roses because it was a lovely smell. Also, it heightened the feeling of ecstasy. You just touch it, like the feather thing. " I'd love for him to tie me up to that bed with this", you say softly glancing over to the bed.
Meanwhile, Tommy shows up earlier than expected. He pulls up in his red Mercedes slr McLaren. Parking the car he looks for you to appear at the door, but you don't. " Where's my darling sub y/n", he says getting out of the car. A sigh escapes his lips as walks inside the mansion.
" Darling sub y/n your Master is here", Tommy speaks with dominance in his voice. His voice booms like thunder.
Last item that gets your eye is a red vibrator laying on the scarlet counter. It was 8 in long with a red knob on it. You grab it with a smirk on your face. Then you turn it on to the highest setting. You put it near your clit, moving it slowly up and down. A sexy moan escapes your lips. Your velvet folds was getting wetter by the minute.
Tommy walks quickly into the kitchen looking for you, but he doesn't find you there.
" I'll check upstairs for her", Tommy says going to the stairs.
As he reaches the stairs, he sees an open door at the end of the hallway. A huff sound escapes his lips. He knows she's in there, so he walks with anger to the room. He quietly sneaks in the room, but hears moans in the corner of the room. His feels his cock twitch in his pants. Plus a hard on growing too.
You keep pleasuring yourself; unaware that Tommy was there. You put the vibrator directly on your clit and leave it there. Many uncoherent words escapes your lips as you see heaven in your eyes. Your velvet folds was very wet at this point. You lean against the wall moaning Tommy's name softly, as you cum on the vibrator.
Tommy goes to the foot of the bed. " I thought I told you not to come in here", Tommy says with a frown on his face looking at you.
You quickly drop the vibrator on the floor after you just climax.
" Oh fuck, I'm sorry Master Tommy", you say looking at him regaining your breath. You feel a trickle of cum go down your right leg.
" You'll be sorry alright my darling sub y/n", Tommy says coming towards you.
You stand there watching him with a straight face.
You knew what was coming and expected it.
He goes to the pegs and grabs the cuffs, red sash, and red rope.
" Lay on the bed now", Tommy says with dominance watching you.
" Yes Master Tommy", you say going to the bed laying down.
After you lay down you watch him with lust in your eyes. You notice there's a bulge in his pants. You lick your lips at the sight of it.
" Stop licking your lips or I won't fuck your mouth", Tommy says sternly looking at you.
You stop licking your lips and just watch him.
He walks to the right side of the bed with red cuffs in his hand.
" Put your arms on the bedframe", Tommy says watching you.
You quickly put your arms up on the bed.
" Good, my darling sub y/n", Tommy says cuffing your arms to the bed.
You look over at him with excitement in your eyes.
" The safe word is red", Tommy says watching you.
You nod to him with assurance.
Next he steps away from the bed and takes his clothes off. He faces the other way as he undresses. You were enjoying watching him undress, eventhough he was facing away from you. His ass and back was a sight to behold. Tommy's ass reminds you of a peach. Other thing you can see your scratch marks on his back. Just seeing that turns you on even more.
Tommy turns around to face you. He glares at you. His eyes were a darker blue. He goes onto the bed watching your every move like a tiger. You stay still watching him with excitement in your eyes. He stops before you with his rock hard cock near your mouth. You can see beads of precum on the head of his cock.
" Open your mouth", Tommy says sternly watching you.
He looks into your eyes like an animal.
You obey opening your mouth for him.
" Good darling sub y/n", Tommy says sternly shoving his cock in your mouth.
He starts fucking your mouth very roughly. You can feel every inch of him in your mouth. Including all his veins. Your tongue swirls along his beg vein on the right side of his cock. The head of his cock touches the end of your throat at each thrust. He moans literally like a caged tiger because of his roughness.
" Look at me!!", Tommy moans looking into your eyes.
You look at him with watering eyes due to his huge cock. Your cheeks were bulging out like a puffer fish. Saliva was running down each side of your mouth. It all runs down like a water stream.
" Your taking my cock very nicely!", Tommy moans as he goes to pull your hair hard.
You head leans into his groin as he does that. His big balls smacks your chin with force. It was like his balls was smacking your chin. Your chin was forming red marks. You start gaging on his cock.
" Breathe through your nose!", Tommy growls at you.
You listen to him and breathe through your nose. Your breathing was somewhat better, but it was hard to do.
" Getting ready to cum, swallow every drop now!", Tommy moans looking at you.
An animalistic moan escapes Tommy's mouth as he paints your inner mouth white. You swallow every drop that enters your throat. It tastes very sweet as honey to you. He quickly pulls out his cock from your mouth. Saliva drips from his cock landing on your breasts. You look up at him opening your mouth. Every drop of his cum was gone. He smiles looking inside your mouth.
" Good darling sub y/n", Tommy says pushing you down onto the bed with force.
You literally bounced up the bed a little from that.
" Spread your legs wide!", Tommy says getting off the bed.
You obey spreading your legs wide. Your velvet folds was on display for him. Plus they were glistening with your precum. He takes in the sight as he grabs the red rope.
" Keep those legs spread!", Tommy says tying each of your legs to the bed post.
You blush watching him tying your legs up. A feeling of excitement overcomes your body laying there on display for him. One is that the image of Tommy fucking you like this appears in your mind.
After Tommy ties you up, he gets on the bed where your legs are spread. He takes his cock shoving it in your pussy. You feel every vein on his cock as he pounds you. It's like your pussy knew every inch of his cock.
Tommy takes his hand and puts it around your neck. He keeps a firm grip, but not where you can't breathe. You still manage to breathe though.
" Look at me!", Tommy demands looking into your eyes.
You look at him in a moaning mess.
Tommy grabs the red sash on the bed and puts it in your mouth.
" I want you quiet!!", Tommy moans watching you.
You moan into the sash in your mouth. Your pussy was taking his cock quite nicely because you were really wet. You can feel his big balls smack your inner folds.
" So wet for me!", Tommy moans keeping his hand on your neck still.
You look into his eyes moaning into the red sash.
" Say yes Master Tommy!!", Tommy moans watching you.
You scream with all your might into the red sash. Your scream was all muffled up.
" Louder!", Tommy moans pounding you relentlessly.
You do as he says and just about loose your voice. It took all your might to scream into the sash.
" Good, I'll take this out", Tommy moans taking the sash out of your mouth.
You were glad to have that thing out because it hindered your voice. You made sure to stay quiet, but it was hard to do. A low moan escapes your mouth at times. Tommy was making you feel so good with his rough fucking. He was hitting your g spot so hard. It was making you wetter than wet. Sounds of sex was starting to fill the room. Your inner walls start clamping onto his cock like a vice.
When Tommy feels that, he pulls out of you quickly. You look at him with need in your eyes. He goes to grab the red vibrator on the floor with a grin. A big smile appears on your face at the sight of it.
" I see you like this", Tommy says turning it on to the highest setting. He grins looking at you.
Tommy gets on the bed and enters you quickly. A big wet sound escapes your velvet folds as he pounds you over and over. Next he puts the vibrator right on your clit with his right hand.
" I want you to squirt!", Tommy moans watching you.
The vibrator was really taking you to new heights. An overwhelming feeling of ecstasy comes over your body. You close your eyes shut as you squirt all over his cock.
" That's what I'm talking about", Tommy moans praising you.
" Moan yessss Master Tommy each time you squirt for me!", he moans pounding you like an animal.
You nod to him as you feel your second squirt about to erupt. Your toes start to curl upward. Second your body sweats profusely from the rough sex. Then you close your eyes with your mouth slightly open.
" Yessssss Master Tommy!!", you scream moan as you squirt the second time. It lands on his cock and all over your legs. You open your eyes breathing and panting heavily. Your clit and pussy start to get sore, but this rough sex was worth it.
Tommy puts his forehead against yours, looking into your eyes as he keeps fucking you raw.
" Look into my eyes my darling sub y/n!", Tommy says looking into your eyes.
You keep looking into his like he tells you.
His eyes had a lustful look in them. Plus they bore into your soul. It's like his eyes was reading you like a book.
Tommy pulls the vibrator away from your clit, laying it on the bed. Next he goes to kiss you roughly as he pounds you still. You two swirl your tongues together as you kiss. It was like your tongues were fighting for dominance. Stopping the kiss abruptly, Tommy goes to bite at each of your nipples. Your nipples go hard instantly. A sexy loud moan leaves your mouth. He leaves dark marks on each of your nipples.
You lean your head back inviting Tommy to leave love bites on your neck. He sees your signal and goes for it. Tommy kisses down your neck leaving nice red marks on it as he gently bites it. You feel his hot breath on your neck making you feel so vulnerable. You keep moaning his name like a chant.
Tommy stops kissing your neck. He takes his hands and enterwines with your tied up hands. His thrusts slow down, but he pulls out and slams right into you like a piston. He squeezes your hands at each thrust. Plus he looks into your eyes with pure lust. You look back into his eyes full with ecstasy.
" You're so loyal my darling sub y/n!", Tommy moans looking at you with a smirk.
You nod to him moaning his name with Master first.
You close your eyes as you see heaven again. Leaning your head back, a big O escapes your mouth as you squirt like a tidal wave. It all lands on his cock coating it.Tommy smiles at you feeling satisfied.
He makes a loud grunt leaning his head back. You feel a rush of warmth fill your inner walls. Then he goes back to facing you as he paints your insides white.
" Since you've been a good sub, I'll untie you", Tommy pants as he slowly pulls out of you.
A loud slick noise is heard as his cock pulls out. He gets off the bed and unties all your limbs. A huge smile appears on your face as you get untied from the bed. Then you yawn with your mouth open wide. Tommy glances over to you as he unties your right leg.
" Tired you out, didn't I", Tommy says as he rids of the rope.
" Yes Master", you say softly looking at him with puppy eyes.
You stay laying down on the bed because you were exhausted. Also, your pussy and clit was so sore, but it was worth the soreness for him.
Tommy puts everything back to it's rightful place.
" Would you like a cuddle before we sleep?", Tommy asks with a smile looking at you.
It was like he was a different man. He went from being a tiger to an angel. That's usually how he is though. He provides great after care.
" Yes Master", you say smiling at him.
" Good, because you earned it, eh", Tommy says walking over to you.
He gets onto the bed and puts his strong arms around you.
" Feelin better eh?", Tommy asks softly watching you.
" Yes Master Tommy", you say snuggling into the crook of his arm.
After those three words, you feel asleep like a baby in his arms. He looks down at you with a soft smile, as he drifts off to sleep.
The End
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queenshelby · 2 years
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SPANKED
Part Six: Pain
Pairing: Modern Tommy Shelby x Reader
Words: 1,445
Warning: BDSM, Rough Smut
Notes: Yes…I used some ideas from 50 Shades of Grey!
The following day, you were called into Thomas Shelby’s office again.
You hurried towards Tommy as you were told and stood in front of him before handing him the signed agreement.
“I took the liberty to include some clauses into the agreement. Please confirm you are happy with my revisions Mr Shelby” you smirked and Tommy couldn’t help but chuckle himself as he read through the amended agreement.
“I am not happy Love, but I will agree to them” he told you before signing the agreement himself.
“What birth control are you on?” he then asked.
“The implant. It was placed last year and you can do whatever you want to me in this regard” you reassured him.
“Very well then” Tommy said as his eyes drifted from your eyes to your ankles, slower than ever as if he was examining every cell.
“I guess that will do” he then said after which he went behind you.
You felt the tip of his finger draw a line ever so gently down the spine of your back, to the beginning of your butt crack, and then a sharp smack on your left cheek. From the shock, your toes raised and you let out a squeak.
“Take off your dress” he then ordered and you looked over your shoulder with some concern. Not only was the office building packed with people but also were you still rather sore from your previous encounter.
“But, Mr Shelby, it is in the middle of the day and I have some more accounts to prepare” you told him but he didn’t want to hear excuses.
“Do as I say Y/N” he said firmly and with an intimidating voice.
“Yes Mr Shelby” you said before complying with his request and, just as he had instructed you the day before, this time you weren’t wearing any underwear.
“It appears that you can follow instructions, eh? Well done” Tommy cooed as you stood in front of him naked now with your black dress pooled around your ankles.
“Of course I can sir” you confirmed as, suddenly, you felt Tommy’s finger tips squeezing into your breasts, pulling you against his body.
“Ouch” you gasped and, when your body was pressed against yours, you could feel a bulge fighting his trousers against your bum.
“I haven’t even started yet Love” Tommy whispered in your ear, which caused you to tingle in every known and unknown part of your body.
You let out your breath that you apparently held when he grasped your chest.
"Now it's time for something I brought with me this morning" he continued as he released your breasts. A black cloth appeared out of nowhere and blinded your sight, but his body was still pressed against yours. His hand went to the bend between your neck and shoulder and pushed downwards.
“Onto your knees Love” he then ordered and you slowly lowered yourself to your knees, feeling his fingers seep between the spaces in your loose hair.
You could feel that Tommy’s hand was coming from the side now, as he was moving to the front of your body. He gripped your hair tight, your head tilting upwards.
Then, you could feel something unfamiliar to you. It was something sharp and cold which he slowly began to wrap around your breasts and back like a harness.
It didn’t take him long to apply whatever it was. Clearly, he had done it before and, when, he tightened what appeared to be a knot, you shrieked.
“This, my Love, is only just the beginning. You will learn how to obey me and you will learn how to please me which, on occasion, will involve some discomfort on your end” Tommy told you as you felt your breasts being squished slightly.
“I used some rope on you, to act like a harness and now I will apply some nipple clamps. If you move or make a sound, I will tie your hands behind your back as well. Do you understand?” Tommy said firmly and, of course, you did.
“Yes Mr Shelby” you confirmed through watery eyes as you held back another shriek for each nipple clamp which he applied to your already tender breasts.
Then, you could hear his other hand unzipping his suit pants and taking them off single handedly. Occasionally the hand in your hair would tug one way and he would slightly move, but you kept your place.
After that, you felt what you knew to be his cock against your lips.
“Open up Love” Tommy instructed and you parted your lips and felt his cock slowly enter your mouth. As it entered, you allowed your tongue to explore every inch you received.
“Good girl. Now, let me fuck your throat just like last night” Tommy said as your tongue rolled around his thick member over and over again.
A moan of pleasure escaped his lips and your hair was pulled taunt through his fingers. He went in until he felt you gag, in which instinctively you drew your face away. He ordered through actions to stay when he pulled your face forward. You panicked slightly, your eyes watered, but soon his cock was withdrawing...but only to re-enter again.
“That’s it Love. Take it all the way into the back of your throat” Tommy said as he started pumping back and forth into your face.
You let one of your hands feel up to his cock, and began stroking what wasn't being thrust into your mouth. But this caused him only to go even deeper.
“Hands behind your back or I will tie them up” he told you as he began to fuck your mouth relentlessly. Your tongue continued to lap like crazy, and the better it felt to him, the harder he pulled your hair.
Suddenly you felt his fingertips tweak your right nipple again, pulling on the clamp, giving you tingles down to your excited pussy lips and making you moan on his cock and causing your juices to flow even more below.
"Oh, that's right, you like that, don’t you Love?” Tommy smiled at you.
“Hmm” you barely managed to respond for him in acknowledgement and continued your work, his fingers now pinching your nipples and pulling on your clamps more often now.
"Reach down to your pussy and check how much you're enjoying this Love. I bet you are soaking” Tommy groaned.
With your other hand, you reached between your slightly-spread thighs and felt your smooth-shaved mound. Your clit was so slippery it felt like you had already cum a million times.
"Are you wet Love? Show you your fingers” Tommy ordered and you raised your fingers into view, concentrating hard now on not being distracted.
“Such a naughty girl. Fuck yourself with two of your fingers now, but do not cum” Tommy ordered and you returned your hand to your pussy, slipping two fingers inside and rubbing your clit with your thumb. It felt amazing, but apparently you let your own pleasure overcome yourself too much as you felt your head being forced onto his cock harder than ever.
You struggled, but failed. You even groaned from the gagging.
"Don't stop. Keep your fingers going. But don’t fucking cum, eh" Tommy said again and your mind went from one thing to the next. Finger. Suck. Breathe. Suck. Finger.
Then, suddenly, you could feel Tommy’s cock throb and twitch. He was ready.
“I am going to cum in your mouth and I expect you to swallow it all” Tommy told you just before his hot and sticky cum spurted out of the head of his cock and straight into the back of your throat.
He groaned loudly and, whilst you tried to swallow it all, some of his sweet nectar seeped over the edges of your lips. You kept your eyes closed, and listened for instructions. His footsteps moved away for a second, and then you heard him.
“Take off your blindfold and get dressed” he said and your body stiffened. You hadn’t even had your release yet.
Without questioning him however, you complied with his instructions but, when you tried to reach for the rope and nipple clamps, he stopped you.
“No Love, they are staying on. Your dress will cover them up nicely” he said.
“How long for Mr Shelby?” you wondered.
“At least until tonight. Meet me at my house at 8 o’clock. This is my address” he said, handing you a piece of paper.
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shelbystales · 5 months
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Best Aid - Part Seven
Modern Tommy Shelby x Reader - Masterlist
Previous parts: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6
Summary: you are a young doctor in Birmingham. After a crazy incident, Thomas Shelby shows up at your hospital. You don’t know much about the man everyone seems to fear, but you definitely will.
Warning: swearing, mention of torture and panick attack
A/N:  Comment and interact, tell me what you think! it means a looot.
English is my second language so I apologize in advance for the grammar mistakes.
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"Hey, you good?" Jeremy asked, easing into the break room for hospital staff.
"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" you replied, not looking up from the trauma textbook you were reading.
He pulled up a chair and sat down beside you. "You think it was him?" he asked in a hushed tone, as if it were some kind of top-secret stuff.
"Can we not go there, please?" you requested, turning the page of your book.
"Come on, seriously?" He paused, waiting for a response, but you stayed tight-lipped. "Y/n, seriously, what's going on? You usually spill the beans about everything, even your weirdest quirks. Even when you were peeing green for fucks sake. Youre making me worry here. Did he do something to you? Hurt you?" he asked, his voice all business, a tone he rarely used with you.
"No," you shook your head, "he didn't do anything to me," you replied calmly and took a deep breath. "Not directly."
"What does that mean?" He frowned.
You sighed deeply and told him everything about the apartment, the bomb. It felt good to get this off your chest. As you spoke, it was as though weights were being lifted off your shoulders one by one.
When you finished, Jeremy gave you a tight hug, and before you knew it, you were tearing up. These last few days, living in fear, with so much anxiety, had been consuming you. Being able to share and be comforted by someone was all you needed.
"What are you going to do now?" he asked. "Are you going to stay at his aunt's hotel for how long?"
"I don't know," you shrugged, moving away from the hug and wiping your tears.
"You can come to my place," he offered.
"Are you crazy? I'm not putting you and your fiancé at risk," you said.
"Okay, but if you need anything, I'm here," he said
"Thank you, Jer. I needed this," you smiled as Jeremy left, allowing you to focus on your studies.
Later, you decided to check on the man Thomas had brought to the hospital. As you entered the room, your heart skipped a beat. The patient's face was heavily bruised and battered, his body showing signs of severe torture. It was a grim sight, and you couldn't help but feel a wave of sympathy for the man, imagining the horrors he might have endured.
You approached him and began your examination, checking his vitals, the medications he was prescribed, and the results of his blood tests. Your eyes fell on the schedule at your tablet, he was set for surgery tomorrow, likely to fix his jaw.
While you were listening to his lungs with a stethoscope, you sensed a presence at the door. Looking up, you saw Thomas, and a lump formed in your throat.
Your eyes locked with his, and for a moment, everything else faded away. You couldn't help but confront him, your tone laced with sarcasm. "Came to finish the job?" you mocked, removing the stethoscope from your ears.
He remained silent, his gaze fixed on you, his jaw clenched tightly. His presence, once so comforting, now made you sick. Ignoring him, you resumed your examination of the patient's lungs, doing your best to focus on the task at hand.
As you continued your examination, the tension in the room was palpable. Thomas walked to the small sofa in the room, still watching you in silence. It was as though an invisible wall had erected itself between you, separating the two of you in a space filled with unspoken words and unresolved emotions.
You couldn't ignore his presence, nor the turmoil it stirred within you. A mixture of anger, fear, and a hint of lingering attraction made your heart race.
He had crossed a line by coming here, by defying your wishes to stay away. And yet, part of you was somehow relieved that he was standing there. 
“I’m finished. I need you to leave” Thomas frowned and raised an eyebrow, refusing to budge. "You think I'm going to leave you alone with him? Are you delusional?"
He chuckled and shook his head. “And what do you think I’ll do if you leave?” he challenged, looking at the injured man on the bed.
“Do you really want me to say it?” you asked, but he ignored you. After a few moments, you couldn't bear the silence any longer. "So, is this some kind of sick game to you?" you asked, your voice quivering with a blend of frustration and vulnerability.
Thomas's gaze burned onto you, an intensity you'd never seen before. "What kind of man do you think I am?" he retorted, the heat in his eyes making you shiver.
“The kind of man that could have done this” you pointed at your patient and he chuckled, rolling his eyes at you.
You struggled to find your voice, your own fear and doubt surfacing. "Did you?" you managed to ask, your words drawn out as though pulled from the depths of your throat.
"What?" he replied with a hint of mockery in his tone, challenging you. 
"Torture him?" you whispered, your head nodding involuntarily. Your hands shook, and your entire body quivered with the intensity of the situation.
Thomas's gaze remained locked onto yours, his blue eyes unwavering as they bore into your soul. "No," he asserted, his voice firm 
Your uncertainty remained, and you found it difficult to trust his words. "Why do I not believe you?" you whispered, your voice barely audible
“if I wanted him dead, I wouldn't have brought him here, eh?” he stated. His response was cold, a frigid wall that seemed to surround him. "But you believe in whatever you want,"he continued, making no attempt to soften his words “can you just walk out? pretend you didn’t see me".
"What? Why would I do that? What are you doing here, Thomas?" you inquired, your eyes narrowing as you regarded him.
He met your gaze, his expression unyielding. "I came to visit," he replied curtly. Your skepticism grew as you couldn't help but wonder what had truly brought him here, you just watched him. Then, he made a request that caught you off guard. "Can you check him out?"
Your initial reaction was a resolute refusal. "There's no way he's leaving this hospital," you retorted, your voice firm.
Thomas, however, didn't seem fazed by your refusal. He gazed at you with a stark intensity and asked a question that sent a chill down your spine. "Will he die if he does?"
"Yes!" you nearly yelled in response, your voice laced with frustration and indignation
Thomas's resolve didn't waver. He spoke with a calm determination that sent shivers down your spine. "Look, I need to check him out. He can’t stay here. He needs a safer location."
You couldn't hide the frustration in your voice as you firmly stated, "He can't leave! he has a severe infection and a surgery tomorrow"
“If he stays, he’ll die” he said, his voice firm “do you want that?”
“What kind of question is that? Of course not! But, If he leaves he dies” you said, feeling your heart race in a weird rhythm “Why do you do this to me?” you whispered
“I’m doing nothing” he shook his head and shrugged “you are here because you want to be. You can leave and have nothing to do with this, y/n”
“This man is my responsibility, Thomas” you said, your voice shaky as your breathing got harder “... he can’t be discharged” 
Thomas's expression remained resolute, and his tone didn't waver. "Then what's the alternative?"
The tension in the room reached its breaking point, and you couldn't contain your frustration any longer. The pressure and uncertainty of the situation pushed you to the brink, and you snapped, your voice rising with exasperation. "How the fuck am I supposed to know?!!" you demanded, your words coming out in a rush, the weight of the moment pressing heavily on your shoulders. 
You tried to take a deep breath to calm, but somehow you felt like there was no air around you.
Your heart raced, pounding in your chest like a drumbeat, and you could hear the blood rushing in your ears. 
Your hands trembled uncontrollably, and you clutched at your chest as if to quell the suffocating pressure that had settled there.
Your thoughts scattered like leaves in the wind, and you struggled to hold onto a semblance of control.
In the midst of the chaos, you desperately attempted to take a deep breath, but the air around you felt thin and elusive, slipping through your fingers like grains of sand.
Panic had taken hold, and you were caught in its relentless grip, unable to break free.
Your vision blurred as tears welled up in your eyes, blurring the edges of the room and making everything seem distant and surreal. 
The room, once filled with tense conversation, had now transformed into a suffocating void. You longed for a way out of this paralyzing panic that had seized you.
It was as though the walls were closing in, and the world had grown smaller, more claustrophobic.
With trembling fingers, you reached out for anything to ground you, clutching onto the edge of your patient’s bed. But the room continued to spin, and your legs felt unsteady beneath you
In the midst of your overwhelming panic, you suddenly felt a hand on your arm. It was a firm yet gentle touch. You looked up and Thomas' face slowly formed in front of you. 
"Y/N," he said, his voice steady and reassuring. "Focus on your breathing, ey. In and out. You're going to be okay. You're going to ok"
His words cut through the chaos that had enveloped you, and you struggled to follow his guidance. He caressed your arms as he insctructed you.
Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. 
It felt like an eternity, but gradually, your breathing began to steady, and the world around you started to regain its shape.
Thomas continued to speak to you in hushed tones. His presence, once a source of tension, had now become a lifeline in your moment of need. He remained there, a calming presence, until your panic attack began to subside, and you could once again see the room clearly.
As the storm of panic receded, you felt a mix of emotions… embarrassment, relief, and a strange gratitude toward Thomas. You hadn't expected him to come to your aid, but in that moment, he had shown a side of himself you hadn't seen before.
After your breathing had steadied and the panic had subsided, Thomas remained by your side, his gaze filled with concern. He asked in a soft, genuinely worried tone, "Are you okay?"
You looked into his eyes, still filled with uncertainty and turmoil. You didn't have a straightforward answer. "I... I don't know," you admitted, your voice trembling.
Thomas regarded you with a mixture of concern and guilt. He had brought this unsettling chaos into your life, and it was evident in the way you now struggled to find your footing.
"I'm sorry," he confessed, his voice heavy with remorse.
You furrowed your brows and asked, "Are you?"
Thomas locked eyes with you, and for an instant, you glimpsed a flicker of vulnerability in his gaze. "Yes," he replied, his voice filled with sincerity. "I didn't intend for any of this to happen to you." He gently brushed a stray strand of hair from your face, caressing your cheek. But as if awakening from a dream, he abruptly withdrew a step, putting distance between you.
You watched as he retreated. Instantly missing his touch. The tension in the room was palpable, and for a moment, neither of you spoke. There were questions about you two that hung in the air, unspoken but heavy with meaning. You wanted him to stay away. This was your wish. right? 
Finally, Thomas broke the silence, his voice softer than before. "I'll leave you to your work," he said, gesturing towards the patient you were examining. It was clear that he was stepping away not just physically but emotionally as well.
You nodded, your voice barely above a whisper. "Thank you... for helping."
As Thomas turned to leave, you couldn't help but question your own desires. Did you want him to stay away, as you had insisted? Or did you secretly crave his presence, despite the chaos and danger he seemed to bring into your life?
“Thomas” you called and he turned to you
“I’ll leave in two hours'” you said and took a deep breath “at least take him somewhere with a heart monitor… If he means anything to you… hire a nurse… i don’t know” 
he took the longest deep breath you’ve ever seen him take and then he nodded, before leaving the room.
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cillmequick · 1 year
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This is my festive contribution to the wonderful @raincoffeeandfandoms’s Christmas fic event! I really hope my recipient likes this! ♥️🎄😘
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Pairing: modern!Tommy Shelby x fem!reader
Summary: Tommy and Y/N are celebrating their first Christmas living together and Y/N wants it to be perfect. But Tommy needs a little help getting into the festive spirit.
Warnings: Not smut but slightly spicy 😉 Otherwise just unbridled fluffy nonsense!
Word count: 1356
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Operation Christmas Tree
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“Come on, Tommy, it’s Christmas! You have to come and help me choose,” she whined, pouting as he sat at his desk, looking unmoved.
“Y/N, it’s Christmas so business is busy, I need to be here,” he sighed, knowing he was fighting a losing battle as she marched round his desk to slip onto his lap. He wrapped his arm around her waist as she rested her hands on his shoulders.
“I’m asking for one hour, maybe two, of your time Tom, is that really too much to ask?” she said softly, giving him puppy dog eyes. He dropped his head onto the back of his leather office chair to sigh at the ceiling, knowing he was beaten. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to spend more time with her, it was just that things were crazy with the bars and clubs at the moment. After two years of covid restrictions, people were clearly ready to let loose in a big way in 2022.
She leant in, letting her lips brush against the exposed skin of his throat, running them up towards his ear.
“I’ll make it worth your while,” she grinned, breath fanning across his skin. She could feel him beginning to press against her leg through his trousers as his free hand crept up her thigh. She suppressed a giggle, it was just too easy to distract Tommy Shelby with sex. He was good to go at a moment’s notice - one of the many things she loved about him.
But she pulled away before his lips could find hers, jumping off his lap.
“Y/N!” he complained, palming himself over his clothes. Mentally, he was already halfway to being inside her.
“Uh uh, tree first and then, if you’re very good, you can have your treat,” she grinned, as he let out a loud grumble. But to her relief he got up to follow her out of the room.
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He was sure they had been at this for hours but when he checked his phone (surreptitiously, when she was distracted) it had only been twelve minutes. God he had so much work he should be doing right now.
“I saw that. Put the phone away, Thomas,” she said, without looking and he slipped it back into his jeans pocket sheepishly.
“What about that one, love?” he said, pointing at the nearest six foot tree. They had agreed anything taller would be too big in the city penthouse apartment, where they lived most of the time. They would be at Arrow House, with all the family, on Christmas Day but Frances would have all the decorations sorted there by now.
“No! That’s way too skinny!” she called, disappearing off within the assembled pine trees, leaving him to follow her.
Several more options were discounted just as quickly. Too tall, too small, to sparse, to bushy. He was starting to feel like fucking Goldilocks here, expect Baby Bear had fucked off with all the good porridge. Or whatever that story was about. Something about porridge. He remembered reading it to Ada’s Karl at some point.
“Y/N, love, at this rate there’ll be no trees left,” he said gently, sliding his arm around her shoulders, pressing a kiss to her hair. His fingers itched for a smoke but even he knew that wasn’t probably very wise in the middle of a man made forest. And she wasn’t wild about his ‘filthy habit’ so he did his best to ignore the craving.
“But it needs to be the right one, Tom. I want our first Christmas living together to be perfect,” she frowned, dismissing yet another candidate (too lopsided).
Then she saw it - The One - hiding in a corner, seemingly forgotten. She grabbed Tommy’s hand, pulling him after her.
“Oh yes! This one. He’s perfect,” she beamed happily.
“He?” he asked, confused.
“Yes he, they’re always boys. Don’t ask me why, my mother used to call them that and it stuck,” she explained, stroking the tree’s branches delicately.
“Can I help you?” asked a polite assistant, wrapped up in a number of layers, including a beanie that Tommy was secretly convetting. His signature hairstyle was part of what made him who he was, but he had to admit that the back and sides of his head were fucking freezing.
“Yes, we’d like to take this one please?” Y/N smiled, flicking a delighted glance at Tommy and he felt his heart quicken. Her eyes were shiny with joy, cheeks slightly flushed from the cold and in that moment he was reminded again why he loved this amazing woman.
“I’m afraid that one is already reserved for another customer,” apologised the assistant. Tommy saw her face fall in deep disappointment.
“Why don’t you go and have a look at the…. eh…wreathes, love,” he said, dropping a kiss on her forehead. “Let me have a quick word with this nice gentleman.”
She eyed him. She wasn’t unaware of who he was and what he did. And she didn’t really approve of him threatening people… but she did really want that tree.
“Keep it civil,” she muttered, leaning up to kiss him properly. “And no one loses any eyes, alright?” she whispered low enough for only him to hear, making him chuckle.
“I promise.”
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It was a struggle getting the tree and both of them into the lift to get it back up to the top floor apartment but they managed it, wedging it carefully, hugging themselves in around it.
“Do I want to know how you convinced him?” she asked, peering round the netting wrapped branches, to look at him.
“I made him an offer he couldn’t refuse,” he joked, in his best (aka terrible) Godfather impression. She pulled a face as he grinned cheekily at her.
The truth was he had just offered to pay twice what it was worth, and the same again into the pocket of the young man. It hadn’t taken much to convince him after that.
After many failed attempts and much swearing they managed to get the tree into the new tree-base Y/N had ordered online.
“Making a tree stand upright in a contraption designed specifically for that purpose shouldn’t be this fucking hard,” he huffed as they gently manoeuvred the now vertical tree into the right spot in the corner window.
They stood back, to admire ‘him’ as the branches settled back into their natural place now the netting had been removed. She wrapped her arms around his waist from the side and rested her head against his chest.
“Thank you for coming with me,” she said quietly. “You can go back to work now.”
He looked down, tilting her head up with a hand under her chin. “Don’t I get to help decorate?”
He watched as a slow smile spread across her face. “I thought you had to work?”
He dropped his lips to hers. “It’s our first Christmas living together, I want it to be perfect,” he said, echoing her words from earlier.
She turned in his arms, wrapping hers around his neck, pulling him into a languid kiss. She moaned quietly at the back of her throat as his tongue snuck past her lips, moving perfectly in time with hers. He ran his hands down her body, cupping her ass and squeezing gently.
She pulled away, pupils blown wide with desire. “How about I let you have your treat first?” she smirked, rolling her hips gently against the bulge beginning to form in his jeans. He grinned wickedly, pulling her by her hips towards the sofa and pushing her down onto the cushions.
He pushed her oversized sweater up to reveal the soft skin of her belly, kissing up towards the lace edge of her bralette.
“How about you let me treat you, instead eh?” he murmured, diving in to capture her mouth as her legs wrapped around his hips.
“I like the sound of that,” she giggled, gasping as his hands began to roam her curves.
“Merry Christmas Y/N,” he whispered as he pulled off her sweater and began trailing his lips across her skin.
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moral-terpitude · 26 days
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oh, and my love • did mistake you for a sign from God • or are you really here to cut me off • or maybe just to turn me on • ‘cause these days • I would be lying if I told you that • I didn't wish that I could be your man • or maybe make a good girl bad
sleep token, the summoning
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