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rxmqnova · 3 months

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Wanda / R daughter

R is a bit babyish for our age and Tommy and Billy makes fun of us for it. But when the twins take our blankie and we can't sleep Wanda puts her foot down.

Y/N's blankie

Y/N: 6 years old Billy and Tommy: 9 years old ——————————————————

NO ONE'S POV "Alright, my little monkey. We're gonna buy some groceries and then we need to pick up the boys from school, yeah?" Wanda smiles, tucking a strand of hair behind her youngest child's ear while buckling her into the car seat.

It's one of those days Y/N hasn't been feeling the best, so Wanda let her stay home today to avoid a potentional meltdown.

"Will you buy me something in the store, mommy?" Y/N asks sweetly, holding her favorite pink bear blankie close and looking at her mommy, hoping for a yes.

The tiny girl won't make a single step without her blankie which is one of the reasons she's being picked on at school… and sometimes even at home. That's also a reason why Wanda sometimes lets her daughter stay home.

Wanda doesn't see Y/N's attachment to her blankie as a problem, though Tommy and Billy do. Of course Wanda has tried multiple times to explain it to her sons, but the twins just don't accept the fact that their sister is a little bit different in this than other children.

"If you'll be a good girl, I don't see why not" Wanda smiles, pressing a kiss to her daughter's forehead before closing the door and walking to sit behind the wheel.

It takes about 20 minutes until the pair arrives to the store. Y/N's been blabbering around the entire way, playing with her blankie while Wanda's been happily listening to her little girl.

And after what feels like hours of walking around the store, they finally get to the little toy aisle which, of course, catches Y/N's attention.

"Mama! Mama! Mama! Mama!" Y/N exclaims, tugging on Wanda's shirt while jumping up and down.

"What, honey?" Wanda chuckles, looking down at her daughter who gives her a grin.

"Can I go look there?!" Y/N points at the toys, hoping to get a toy for how nice she's been so far.

"Okay, you little monkey, let's look there" Wanda smiles, taking Y/N's hand in hers while pushing the shopping cart with her other hand, walking to where her daughter wants.

Of course Y/N starts walking around, deciding which toy should she ask for as there are so many of them, her blankie still in her arms.

"That one!" Y/N finally decides, taking the little stuffed monkey and walking back to her mother who's been watching her with a smile the entire time. "Mommy, can I please, please, please get this one?" She asks sweetly, pulling out her best puppy eyes on which Wanda can't say no. Plus Y/N's been really nice, so there's no reason to say no anyway.

"Of course, sweetheart. But now we really need to hurry up" Wanda smiles, lifting her daughter up and placing her inside the shopping cart to save some time as the tiny one really likes to stop and look around, asking about everything she sees.

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It's been about two hours since Wanda, Y/N and the twins got home. The boys are now playing video games in the living room while Y/N's there too, playing with her toys.

"Where's my monkey?" Y/N furrows her brows in confusion, turning around and trying to find the toy Wanda bought her earlier today.

Tommy and Billy share a look, trying hard not to laugh as they were the ones who hid their sister's new toy.

"Billy? Tommy? Have you seen my monkey?" Y/N asks sweetly, looking at her brothers with hope in her eyes, but the twins only burst into laughter on which Y/N furrows her brows in confusion. "Why are you laughing? Do you know where my monkey is?" She asks once again, her eyes filling with tears and her bottom lip trembling.

"You're such a baby, don't even understand fun" Tommy rolls his eyes at the sight of his upset little sister, throwing the toy at her.

Though then another idea pops up in his head. If they take Y/N's blankie away, she won't be able to take it to school and 'embarrass' them, right?

Without thinking about the consequences, Tommy reaches for his sister's blankie that's been laying on the couch.

Y/N immediately tries to take it back, but Tommy holds it up, so even while jumping Y/N's not able to reach it.

"It's mine, give it back!" Y/N orders with a whine, but Tommy just throws the blankie to his brother, both laughing.

"Come for your blankie, Y/N" Billy teases, waiting for Y/N to run to him before throwing the blankie back to Tommy.

This repeats for a few minutes until Y/N has enough of it and runs to her bedroom with tears running down her cheeks.

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Ever since that moment Y/N hasn't spoken a word. She's spent a while in her room by herself until Wanda got worried and came for her.

"There you are, bubs" A sigh of relief escapes Wanda's lips once she finally finds her daughter.

Y/N's now laying in her bed, just playing with the fabric of her bedsheets on which Wanda furrows her brows in confusion. Her daughter isn't the type to be just laying in bed.

"What's wrong, Y/N/N?" Wanda asks as soon as she sits down on Y/N's bed, running her fingers through her daughter's hair and not getting any response.

"You look tired, sweetheart. I think you're gonna go to bed early today" Y/N would normally complain about it, yet she doesn't say a single word again on which Wanda starts getting worried.

"What's gotten into you, baby? Y/N/N doesn't want to talk?" The desperate mother asks, finally getting a reaction from her daughter as she shakes her head. "Okay, Y/N/N doesn't have to talk if she doesn't want to" Wanda smiles a little bit, bending down to kiss her daughter's forehead.

Y/N haven't even said anything during dinner which is not common at all. The tiny one normally doesn't close her mouth for even a second and the fact she's been quiet all along is making Wanda really worried.

Now it's time for bed though, so while the boys are watching TV in the living room as they are allowed to stay up for a little more than Y/N, Wanda's tucking in her daughter.

But there's a big problem… Y/N just doesn't fall asleep without her blankie. No matter how tired she is, she won't close her eyes if her blankie isn't in her arms.

"What's wrong, baby? Can you tell mommy what got you so upset?" Wanda asks softly, noticing the tears in her daughter's eyes.

Though Y/N only burst into tears, making her poor mother panic. Wanda has no idea if her daughter is hurt, if she's just not having her day or if the boys told her some scary stories again.

Wanda scoops her daughter into her arms and starts looking for Y/N's blankie immediately, knowing it's the only thing that can comfort her daughter in any situation.

"Where's your blankie, baby?" Wanda asks, hoping to get an answer from her daughter, only to get more cries in response. "Oh, is this what made you so upset, sweetheart? That you don't have your blankie?" She asks softly after the realization, rubbing her daughter's back and pressing kisses to her head.

"Billy and Tommy don't want to give it back" Y/N hiccups before burying her head into Wanda's neck, crying loudly.

Wanda stands up immediately, heading into the living room with her crying daughter in her arms. She's talked to her sons about why's Y/N's blankie so important to her so many times, so the fact they took it makes her really angry.

"Boys, give me the blankie" Wanda orders sternly, watching as both of her sons look at her.

"W-what do you mean, mom?" Tommy asks, hoping he would get out of this conversation and wouldn't be in trouble.

"Give me Y/N's blankie" Wanda repeats, looking at her sons sternly. Both knowing they're in trouble, Billy takes out Y/N's blankie from under the pillow where they hid it, handing it to his mother.

Y/N's cries stop almost immediately once she has her blankie secured tightly in her arms which makes Wanda let out a sigh of relief.

"I'm going to put Y/N down now, but when I come back, you two and I will have a little chat" Wanda tells her sons sternly, anger still visible in her eyes.

She'll certainly make sure this time the twins will finally understand that making fun of their little sister and taking her things that bring her comfort is not okay.

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sexsellz · 2 years

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⤻ 𝐭𝐰𝒊𝐭𝐭𝒆𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐭𝒊𝐜𝐬 , tommyinnit。 ᥫ᭡ ‧₊˚

🥁- 𓄹 S͢UMMARY: 𝒙𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

What it would be like to share twitter conversations with Tommy!

🎪 - 𓄹 P͢AIRING(S):

Tommy x fem!reader

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏!

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hatchetislostpog · 2 years

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Y/n: Tech? What are you writing?

Techno: A fanfic

Y/n: About what?

Techno: You and Tommy

Y/n: W-what? Why?

Techno: Tommy asked me too, I'm also getting paid.

Tommy: I TOLD YOU TO KEEP THAT ANONYMOUS

#tommy x y/n #tommy x you #tommy x reader #dsmp x y/n #mcyt imagine #dsmp #mcyt x reader #mcyt x y/n #dsmp x reader #dream smp x reader #dream smp imagine #dsmp imagine #tommyinnit x reader #tommyinnit x y/n #tommyinnit x you #technoblade #technoblade never dies

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lillylvjy · 9 months

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Only you.

a/n// well hello! long time since I’ve written and I kinda just mustered this up last night and called it a day. I hope you enjoy it even if it might be a bit shit. Also yes this is part of my Dr collective fics!

warnings// kissing, reader falls and hits their head, mentions of Tommy overworking himself, Tom and reader being children, pretty much pure fluff. If I missed anything please tell me.

cc!tommy x reader

wc: 1.2k

“You chose the wrong person to fuck with, love.” Tom said as he spun the saber in his hand.

Tom had been super busy lately. Not getting enough sleep, barely eating anything unless he had too, and always staring at his phone or computer screen, aggressively typing. He was streaming when he could, not taking breaks when he needed them, wanting to give his fans content. And you loved how much he loved all of them and how much he cared about his career, but you also cared about your boyfriend and his well-being. So when you finally got the chance to steal him away and convince him to take a break, you had came up with the best idea.

You had challenged the great Tommyinnit, or your boyfriend, to a lightsaber fight. He always spoke so highly of himself and his ability to beat anyone in a fight if he had too, which you and all of your friends knew was bullshit. But you wanted to challenge him into a different fight. One you knew he’d absolutely have a blast having with you.

“Oh did I now? What if I end up beating you, darling?” You asked Tom with a smirk as you start to circle around the living room, had moved everything out of the way for this specific event.

Tom scoffed as he started to move with you, bringing the lightsaber to a halt in his hands as he looked at you with a playful glint in his eyes. “Oh, sweetheart. I can assure you you won’t.” Tom raised his eyebrows at you as you smiled.

“We’ll see pretty boy. You don’t know the tricks I have up my sleeve.” You halted in place as you turned the lightsaber in your hand on, the toy making a loud striking sound as it slowly turned green.

Tom quickly turned his on, it making the same noise but turning blue. “Oh you’re on!” Tom challenged as he got in a stance, placing his saber out in front of him.

You quickly shortened the distance between the two of you as you swung the lightsaber to your left, quickly trying to hit toms exposed side but was quickly denied by his saber clashing into yours.

“You think you’re slick, huh?!” Tom exclaimed as pushed your saber back and quickly pushed his towards your side, barely skimming your stomach as your turned away from it.

“Actually-“ you smirked up at him as you leaned in closer to him, face close enough to feel his breathe against your cheek as you whispered in his ear. “I don’t think I’m slick. I just think I’m a good distraction.” You smiled up at him as he quickly scrambled back away from you, shaking his head.

“No, no. No, that won’t work on me.” Tom said with a determined voice, almost like he was talking to himself.

“Looks like it almost did.” You said, pointing out the blush that took over his face, laughing at how he quickly tried to change the subject by swinging the lightsaber around once again.

“Oh you’ll pay for this!”

“Will I now?!” You said with a playful smile as Tom quickly swung the saber to his right and clashed with yours. As Tom continued to strike anytime he could, you quickly realized how off balance you were from the continuous strikes. Once Tom let a blow to your left side, nearly getting you, you tripped over your feet and onto the floor, quickly laughing at the sudden events.

“Oh my god! Are you ok?! What hurts? Do I need to call an ambulance? Can you see me? Love I need you to an-“

“Tom! Tom. As much as I love to hear you talk, you need to calm down and talk slowly.” You cupped his cheek as you looked at his beautiful blue eyes.

Laughing lightly, he nodded and took a deep breathe, trying to calm down from the fight and from the heart attack he nearly had when you fell. “Are you ok? Anything hurt at all?”

Shaking your head lightly, you winced as you started to feel a slight throb in your head as you slowly sat up, Tom grabbing your waist quickly to help you. “Yeah I’m good besides hitting my head to hard on the ground. I’m like you now!”

“Oh fuck off!” Tom laughed out as he slowly helped you up to your feet and wrapped his arms around your waist. “May I add I haven’t gotten a concussion in a long time, one. Two, I didn’t look as graceful as you did when you fell.”

You rolled your eyes at his comment and slap his chest. “I’m just too cool to look bad, Simons.” You smiled up at him as you leaned closer, touching the tip of his nose with yours.

“Eh, are you though?” Tom joked back as he connected his forehead with yours.

“Shut up and kiss me, yeah?” You told Tom as he quickly nodded and gently pressed his lips against yours, softly pressing closer to you as he placed his hands to cup your face. Placing your hands on his chest, you grabbed his sweater and leaned up into the kiss and deepened it.

“What the hell did we just watch?!” You and Tom both jumped away from each other as you snapped your bodies towards the mystery voice.

“Seriously Wil?! You had to ruin the moment?” You looked behind the tall man to see your brother, Aiden, standing beside him, hitting his shoulder, giving him a unsatisfied look.

“How the hell did you two get in here? Also when did you get in here?!” You questioned the couple across the room as Tommy wrapped his arms around your waist and hid his face in your neck out of embarrassment, making a small groaning noise as Wilbur continued.

“You do remember that Aiden used to live here too?”

“Technically I still do but-“

“We also got here right when you guys started your little sword fight thingy-“

“Lightsaber!” You and Tom both yelled at Wil for disrespecting the name of the light up kid toys you were using earlier.

“Yeah Wil, lightsabers.” Aiden mocked as he started walking to his room as Wil followed him like a lost puppy, groaning about how it was “technically the same thing sense they weren’t real.”

As you sighed, you turned your body back to Tom and wrapped your arms around his neck. Tom pulled you closer to him as he peppered soft kisses on your neck.

“So? Who won?” You asked the blonde in curiosity while thinking back to where you left off.

“…… I don’t think anyone did.” Tom said as he leaned back up from your neck to his full height.

With a smirk on your face, you went over to one of the sabers lying on the floor. As you picked it up, you turned the toy on, smirking as it turned blue this time.

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking, toms?” You asked your boyfriend as your turned around, spinning the lightsaber around in your hand.

“I think I am. Round 2? First one down is the loser?”

“Oh, absolutely.”

“You’re going down, sweetheart.”

“I’d like to see you try, pretty boy.”

taglist: @mysticalsoot @canonically-a-genloser (if I forgot anyone/if you want to be added, feel to message me or send an ask!)

#lilly writes #tommyinnit x reader #tommyinnit #tommy x reader #tom simons #cc!tommy #tommy x you #there’s like no tags for Tom wtf-

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sunshine-on-marz · 6 months

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Tommy x shy artist reader

Pls

This is just his irl relationship but I got chu

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- for starters he shows off ur art at any chance

-if you draw him a “starting soon” screen he uses it for every stream

- won’t make you meet chat or show yourself publicly ofc but def sets you up a twitch acc so you can talk in his chat

-shows off your art on stream

-circling back too twitch accounts, encourages you to do drawing streams even if you don’t talk in them

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Short and sweet but I hope you like it

#dsmp #dsmpblr #dsmp x reader #dsmp x gender neutral reader #writing #tommyinnit #tommyinnit x reader #tommyinnit x you #tommy x reader #tommy x y/n #tommy x you

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dandelionprints · 2 years

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You’ll Catch A Cold

Pairing: Tommy x Y/N

Summary: Y/N catches a cold and it’s up to Tommy to look after her

Warnings: Fluff, explicit language

Word Count: 3060

A/N: I currently have a cold so I’ve used it as ‘inspiration’ for this one shot, I hope you enjoy!

I do not give permission for my work to be posted anywhere else but reblogs, comments and likes are greatly appreciated!

Tag list is here if you’d like to be added to it

Credit for GIF to creator

A warm glow from outside shone through his office window as the sun was beginning to set. He’d been stuck in his office all day making various phone calls and writing letters to people he’d rather brush off to his secretary, but he couldn’t do that, he was Thomas Shelby OBE. A politician had to keep up appearances and at least pretend they gave a shit about what other people in power had to say. Yes, he’d worked hard to get to where he was today but he couldn’t deny that he’d rather have spent his day with his wife, Y/N, out in the autumn sunshine catching the last of the years warm rays from the sun, for no doubt the mornings would soon be filled with frost and the skies clouded over with sheets of white by early afternoon.

He reached into his pocket to check the time on his pocket watch. Five thirty PM.

He took a cigarette from its holder on the desk, rolling it slightly on his lips before placing it between them and lighting it. He took a pull and allowed himself to slump a little further into his chair, exhaling as he did so. Sure, five thirty was a lot earlier for him to finish work for the day than usual but he decided that he’d allow himself that luxury. He missed Y/N.

He continued to pull on his cigarette, not really enjoying the taste any more but still craving the nicotine he was getting, as he stood from where he was sitting and began walking over to the door, grabbing his coat on the way.

“Mr. Shelby, sir”, came the voice of his head maid, Frances. She’d been on her way towards his office and looked almost surprised to see him already exiting his office so early in the day.

“Yes?”

“Do you know where Mrs. Shelby is? I haven’t seen her since early afternoon. I thought she might have popped out with Ada but I saw Ada leaving on her own not too long ago”

His heart started to pick up pace a bit although he was sure Y/N would be absolutely fine, she’d probably gone for a walk around the grounds of Arrow House as she quite often did, or to the stables where he often found her when she was feeling down. ‘The horses listen, I don’t need to try with them. I can just talk and talk without the fear of judgement’, she’d say.

“No, I haven't seen her, Frances. It’s okay, I’m just on my way outside to find her. She’s probably in the stables grooming her horse”

“Yes Mr. Shelby”, she nodded, “I’ll pop the kettle on and make some tea, I can imagine she’ll need to be warmed up after being out there, the temperatures dropped something rotten”, she turned on her heel and started walking towards the kitchen.

Tommy continued to make his way towards the door leading out onto the grounds forecourt and made sure to grab his peaky cap on the way. He couldn’t deny the truth in Frances’ words as he stepped out onto the gravelled floor, there really was a bite in the air. The sun looked deceiving as it shone through the slowly yellowing leaves on the trees, you’d think you could still go without a coat if you knew no better than to trust the inconsistent British weather. He threw his now burnt out cigarette onto the floor.

The stables weren’t too far from the house and as he made his approach, he could hear his wife softly singing to herself, or to the horses in fact, a sound that he always loved. A smile crept onto his face as she came into view.

“Thought I’d find you here”, he spoke.

She jumped slightly at the sudden sound, bringing up a hand towards her chest.

“God, you fucking frightened me!”

Tommy only let out a chuckle in response and made his way over to his wife, the smile from the sound of her singing still placed on his lips.

“I love hearing you sing to yourself, it’s one of my favourite sounds in the world you know”. He placed a hand on either side of her waist and pulled her in slightly to give her a kiss as her hands gently reached up to grab his coat by the lapels.

“What time is it? It’s still light, I didn’t think you’d be finished with work until much later this evening”

“Five thirty or thereabouts. I thought I’d give myself the evening off to spend with my beautiful wife who I’d usually be happy with not wearing many layers of clothing but who in this instance I’m worried is going to catch a cold from the lack of layers”

She was wearing a light blue summer dress with no tights and a cream coloured cardigan, not nearly enough to keep the late autumn chill off. She’d fallen victim to the deceit of the sun, believing it to be a lot warmer than it looked outside that morning when she’d rolled out of bed alone and stood in front of the window that had the curtains already pulled apart slightly. She knew Tommy must have gotten up and gone over to the same spot that she was now standing in to check that no unwanted visitors were outside, he did the same thing every morning.

She couldn’t deny that she’d begun to lose the feeling in her fingertips and the tip of her nose felt numb from the bitter bite of the breeze that came in through the slats of the stable door, she could just about feel her nose dripping slightly. She quickly gave her nose a swift wipe with the handkerchief that she kept up her cardigan sleeve.

“I figured that it wouldn’t be as cold as it is and I didn’t plan on being out here for too long, I only came outside to wave goodbye to Ada then I thought I’d check on the horses, before I knew it I’d been out here for at least an hour. Y’know, you get quite used to the cold when you’re distracted. The horses are good company”.

“That they might be, love, but I need to know that my wife is looking after herself and isn’t suffering from hypothermia, now c’mon, lets get inside. Frances has made you a fresh pot of tea”, he was already removing his coat and placing it around Y/N’s shoulders.

“Tea sounds delightful Mr. Shelby, will you be joining me?”

“It would be my pleasure, love”.

He playfully smacked her bum as his signal to start moving towards the stable door and back to the house. She giggled and did as she was instructed, wrapping Tommys coat tightly around her frame.

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Once inside the house, Tommy had insisted that Y/N go upstairs to their bedroom and get into something warmer. She’d chosen to go for a pair of his boxer shorts and one of his knitted jumpers that he only wore when it was the two of them, usually during the winter months in the evening when they were relaxing in front of the fire before bed. Sure the items of clothing she’d chosen certainly weren't the warmest but the boxers felt comfortable and the jumper was big on her, perfect to snuggle up in. She lifted it up towards her nose and tried to breathe in his scent, only to find that her nose had now lost its ability to smell and instead was now completely blocked. Shit.

‘Tommy’s not going to shut up about this, guess I’ll have to try and pretend I’m not ill’, she thought to herself.

Putting on the boxers and the jumper, she went to the chest at the end of the bed and took out her favourite blanket, the one that Tommy had bought her for her birthday knowing that she loved nothing more than to be wrapped up in a blanket in front of the fire with a cup of tea when the nights were chilly. She smiled at the memory of opening it on her birthday, the joy and excitement that came with it, as she wrapped it around herself and sat in front of the already lit fire. Frances must have been in to light it just before they got back into the house.

“One cup of tea, Mrs. Shelby”

Tommy walked into the room holding a cup of tea on a saucer in each hand, a biscuit or two placed next to the cups.

“Oh why thank you, my love. You do spoil me”, she reached out and took one of the saucers, giving Tommy a peck on the cheek as she did so.

“That’s my job, to keep you happy”, he bent down further to place a soft kiss on her lips.

Frances had insisted on bringing them the tea herself but Tommy had told her he wanted to spend the evening with his wife alone and that although he was grateful for her help, he wanted to be the one to do the basic everyday things he quite often forgot he used to do before the money was rolling in and maids were there at the drop of a hat to tend to his every need. Even if that was something as simple as bringing a cup of tea to his wife.

He took a seat opposite Y/N in front of the fire and placed his own cup and saucer down onto the table that sat between them.

“How was it with Ada? What did you talk about?”

“Oh you know, the usual. About the kids, about politics, about how you work such long hours…”

“You know I have to, Y/N, there’s business that needs to be done”

“I know, Tom. I’ve heard it all before, business first, personal life second, I should really be used to it now”, she paused, “it’s just, I wish we could have at least one day a week where you put the business second and personal life first, just one”

“So that’s why you were out with the horses? To talk to them about your thoughts?”

She nodded in response and he felt his heart drop, he hated the fact that his wife was feeling the way she was and it was all because of him.

“I’m sorry, you’re right. I shouldn’t be putting business first all the time, I know that. It’s just, I’ve worked so fucking hard to get to where I am I’m afraid that if I slow down, even for a second, that I’ll drop the ball and it’ll all be gone”

Y/N stood from her chair and closed the small gap between herself and Tommy, cupping his face with one hand and holding her blanket around her with the other. Tommy wrapped both arms around her.

“That, Mr. Shelby, won’t happen. You’re too headstrong and determined to let that happen. All I ask is for one day a week where you let yourself relax and at least spend a bit of time with me, I feel like I spend most of my days missing you”

Another pang to his chest.

“I miss you too, I really do. I’ll do everything I can to make sure I spend as much time with you as possible and I’ll start doing the one day a week thing too, someone’s got to make sure you bundle up before you go outside”, he chuckled as Y/N tried to hide her smile, giving him a playful nudge to the chest.

“Thank you, it’ll mean the world to me”, she bent back down so that her face was level with Tommy’s, giving him a kiss before standing up straight again.

His eyebrows furrowed slightly.

“Is that my jumper?”

Y/N took the two steps back towards her chair and sat down, picking up her tea and taking a sip. She jokingly looked around the room, ignoring his gaze as his eyes bore into her chest, the cream coloured material showing through the gap between either side of the blanket that had come away from each other.

“Hmm, thought it was”, he chuckled and shook his head slightly, he couldn’t give a fuck if it was his or not, he just knew she looked good in it. Then again, he thought she looked good in anything she wore.

His eyes wandered upwards and began to study her face properly, he noticed that her eyes looked a bit glassy and that her nose was slightly red, he could see her fighting the urge to sniff.

“I knew it! I fucking told you! You’ve caught a cold”, he seemed almost smug that he’d been right about the amount of layers she’d been wearing earlier, “looks like you’ll be getting the Doctor Shelby treatment”

“I have not!”, she exclaimed, her eyes widening, so much for trying to hide that she was ill, “Anyway, what's the ‘Doctor Shelby’ treatment?”

“Well“, it appears that you are in fact ill, and will be requiring someone to look after you. Therefore, I see it as my duty to fulfil that post and tend to your every need. I shall bring you cups of tea, fetch you more blankets, bring you tissues, run baths and lay in bed with you for as long as you so wish. You may not lift a finger to do anything, your husband, or in this case, doctor, will do everything for you”.

“Well doctor, that all sounds amazing! And how long may I ask is this service valid for?”

“For tonight and tomorrow, my love. Shit, sorry, that was unprofessional. You have my services tonight and tomorrow, Mrs Shelby”

“You mean you’re taking the day off of work to look after me? What will you tell them? That your idiot wife didn’t wear enough layers outside and that you’re now stuck at home while she lays in bed sniffing and sneezing her pathetic little nose off with a cold?”

Almost as if to give an example, her nose began twitching and she let out a sneeze, managing to stop herself from making as loud of a noise as she could have. Tommy handed her his handkerchief from his waistcoat pocket.

“Yes I’ll tell them exactly that”

She rolled her eyes and smiled, bringing her now cooling cup of tea to her lips again.

“Do you really think that’s wise? Missing a day off work because I have a cold? You’ve got a reputation to uphold. I mean I know I’ve just said to you that I want to spend more time with you but it doesn’t need to be for you to look after me. Please, Tom, go to work. I’ll be fine! I’ve got Frances and the rest of the staff I…”

“No I won’t hear of it, I want to take the day off to look after you. Besides, when was the last time we actually got to spend time together, eh?”

She pondered for a moment, she knew that he was right. Tommy would get up so early in the morning that she either slept right through or was half asleep when he’d roll over to her and place a kiss on her face before pulling himself out from underneath the covers and to the bathroom. The only times she’d see him in the day if he was at home would be when she’d go to say good morning once she’d gone downstairs, sometimes at lunch when she’d convince him to stop his work for fifteen minutes and get some food down him and then again in the evening once work was over if he’d finished early enough to catch her before she went to bed. She’d lost count of the amount of times she’d stay up waiting for him to come to bed, only to find her eyes growing heavier by the minute, finally allowing them to close fully and drift off into a much needed sleep. She would often wake in the middle of the night to find a blanket draped over her along with Tommy’s arm pulling her in towards him.

She couldn’t deny that getting to spend a whole day with him at home sounded like an absolute dream, even if she was ill.

“Okay, but promise me you’ll come up with something better than ‘my wife is an idiot’ when you tell them you won’t be in please”.

She sniffed again as she felt her nose tickle, trying, but failing, to stop another sneeze from coming.

He laughed, “yes love, don’t worry about that. Besides, I’m Tommy fucking Shelby, I do what I want, when I want”, the cheeky smile that she loved so much appeared on his face and she felt her stomach flip.

She composed herself and managed to utter the words, “Oh, is that so?”

“You know it is, love”

“Well then Tommy fucking Shelby, what is it you want to do now?”, a smirk was playing on her lips, she loved watching his mind race, it was almost as though she could see it happening behind his bright, blue eyes.

“That’s doctor Shelby to you”

“Oh yes, sorry ‘doctor’ Shelby, how are you going to cure me?”

“Well, first things first, let’s get you into bed, you need your rest”

He stood from his chair and made his way over to Y/N, scooping her up in his arms, blanket and all. He softly kissed her forehead as he felt his arms wrap around her.

“It’s still early, you haven’t even had a sip of your tea or had your supper yet”, Y/N wrapped her arms around the back of Tommy’s neck, enjoying the warmth that she could feel radiating from his body.

“That's okay, I’m about to do something really unprofessional and have a snack”

With that he threw Y/N onto the bed, ready to devour her, every inch.

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pascalsbby · 8 months

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thinking of reader laying over his lap for however many days they travelled. your shoulder tucked against his belly, denim rubbing your back raw. of course- he had to move his gun to a different spot, he ‘don’t want it bothering ‘ya’- as if there wasn’t something bigger in the way.

as if his gun wasn’t the reason you were draped across him right now, tommy keeping pace beside you both.

the devil & his brother

#thinking thots #joel miller #pedro pascal #tlou #the last of us #joel miller x you #joel miller x y/n #tommy miller #tdahb #the devil and his brother #tommy x you #pascalsbby #pedro x reader #joel miller fanfiction #tlou fanfiction

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multi-fandom-imagine · 1 year

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a tommy request dealing with tommy being jealous and possessive over his s/o?

A/n: yess 🤤 also this is gonna be a mix of post! Outbreak and life in Jackson.

Tommy did his best to ignore the pit of jealously slowly forming in his chest. His hand tightened around his beer though he was afraid he might end up breaking the glass. Working his jaw he made his way over to where you were sitting at the bar a fake smile plaster on his face as he wrapped his arm around your hips.

“Can I help ya….buddy.” Tommy did his best to sound pleasant though seeing the man pale did boost his ego a bit.

Relaxing into Tommy’s embrace you were just happy he was here, you were never good at confrontation and this guy wouldn’t stop pestering you.

“Look I don’t.”

“You don’t what? How about you fuck on off before I lay your ass out on the floor.”

Tommy growled tugging you closer to his chest as you felt his fingers slip under your shirt, the guy the was hitting on you rushing off. “You’re cute when you get jealous.” Grasping his chin you drew the man in for a kiss which Tommy happily returned.

“Tommy, I need to get up. We can sleep in forever.” You tried to sit up but was quickly tugged back into bed, a strong pair of arms wrapping around your hips as your back hit your husbands chest.

“We’re fine…”Tommy muttered against your neck, his lips trailing your e exposed skin. “They don’t need us.” He muttered shifting his body so he was now on your back as you hovered over him.

“That so?” Your lips tugged into a smile as your fingers ran down his cheek then towards his dog tags. “Aren’t you the one that runs this place?”

Snorting Tommy clutched your hips giving them a squeeze. “Which is why I deserve a day off.”

Rolling your eyes you glazed down at the man humming softly. You would have thought that he’d mellow out a little. But six years didn’t stop Tommy from nearly decking a man from hitting on you.

While Tommy would keep his anger in check it did not stop him from marking you, making sure every inch of you nor did it stop him from fucking you the man not caring how loud you were.He wanted them to hear your cries, he wanted them to know who you belonged too.

But Tommy wasn’t the only one that would get jealous. Your husband was a handsome man, half the woman on Jackson could barley tare their gaze from him whenever he would fix some broken equipment.

So you would take matter into your own hands, you’d tug your husband into his office for a quickie. Pull him into a side room for a blow job. Mark his neck with some love bites, it didn’t matter to you because you wanted them to know that Tommy was yours and nobody’s else’s.

Leaning down you placed your lips against his as your fingers ran through his hair tugging the dark strands. “I suppose we can stay on bed for a little while.” You muttered.

Rolling your hips, Tommy let out a groan. “I’ll make you feel good darlin.” Shifting his body rolled over so he was hovering over you as he pushed your shirt up.

“Hmm I have know doubt you will handsome.”

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golddaggers · 2 years

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all there's left to do is run

pairing: tommy shelby x reader

warnings: oral sex. arranged marriage trope. no use of y/n.

a/n: so i guess i write for peaky blinders, too. look i don't know. bear with me. i do hope that whoever is reading enjoys this because it's been SO long since i've written something. anything really. so this broke my dry spell. anyways. have fun! watch people behind you leth x

word count: 4k+

The marriage had been a quick affair, done in a matter of a few minutes.

Little words were spoken to you before your mother pulled out her wedding dress from her wardrobe so she could adjust it to your size for the upcoming event. Until today, you had no idea what your husband-to-be even looked like. If he was tall or short, ugly or handsome, mad-evil or somewhat-kind. You didn’t even know his name.

Now you sit at the table and watch him weave through the room’s commotion. Thomas Shelby held everyone’s attention so effortlessly it was like it belonged to him already. An unspoken cover of power that kept them from looking him in the eye unless required to.

There’s a lonely glass of wine before you, shy of a splash left. You had had a glass or two through the night, which was probably why you felt queasy. Whatever is left in your cup, you toss it back before excusing yourself for a puff. The room spun with each step you took towards the exit door.

It’s a hot and humid summer night outside, but it feels a million times better than the claustrophobic snug of the pub. You light a cigarette, taking a quick drag, and then you close your eyes. The smoke makes you cough, so you lean against the bricked wall - its cold surface a soothing remedy to your pounding head.

You always knew this was how your people married. To stitch up wars and bring a notion of peace. To broaden their armies and strengthen their power. But you couldn’t help wanting more. You wanted a devoted husband, who would worship the very ground you walked upon. One that would bring flowers just because. One that would kiss you under the mistletoe on Christmas Eve. You wanted a partner, not an unhappy life meant to bring gangsters a faint idea of an alliance.

Tonight you would be going to someone’s house and were expected to call it home. It was a bit unfair that you couldn’t fully accept them as a family when they had been nothing but kind to you. They offered you drinks, asked you to dance, gave you easy smiles and tried to get to know who you were, beyond your family’s name. His family, Tommy’s, had done their best to make it feel like home. Even when your husband hadn’t tried to make the effort.

A solitary tear slides down your cheek, and you chuckle like a madwoman alone in the street. You didn’t think you’d find him so handsome. You didn’t think you would want to draw his attention. Knowing you hadn’t stung, like a scrape on the knee. His kiss, when pronounced husband and wife, was… contained. Distant. If he kissed a wall he might’ve shown more emotion. You were glad your face was concealed by the white veil soon afterwards, so no one would be able to tell how mortified you felt.

At the beginning of the party, Tommy sat beside you, but he didn’t talk. Your shoulders brushed, briefly, and he stood up in a blink, tumbling out an excuse about getting himself another shot of whisky. All you did was nod, a dumb, silly-woman nod. Your husband slipped away, his coat left hanging in his chair such was the hurry he left with.

You blow smoke out in the air and wipe away the warm tear.

“Just what do you think you’re doing, eh?” His voice cuts through the cold silence. You let out a gasp, in a mix of astonishment and confusion. “Alone out here, do you happen to ‘ave a death fucking wish?”

The answer gets stuck in your throat and Tommy stalks closer. His presence is suffocating, those god-forsaken blue eyes that burn with how cold they are. You’ve never been so affected by a man before, so bewildered. Not one had made words trip out of your lips as sorry apologies.

He takes the cigarette from your hand and finishes it off. All the while looking straight into your eyes, imposing his dominance as if you’re nothing but a tiny little puppy. The thought makes you huff.

“Still waiting for you to tell me just what you think you’re doing out here alone.” Tommy probes further on the subject, now leaning beside you on the wall. “Was the party not good enough for you, Mrs Shelby?”

“Don’t call me that,” You choke the response out, reaching for another cigarette. “And I’m fine. Just a girl having a smoke, what’s the big deal about it?”

“Danger roams this city. Bad men with bad intentions.” His voice dips lower than usual, he’s so close now. “Don’t y’know tha’?”

“Hmm,” This is rich, you muse, the noise you make traipsing between the line of appropriate and disrespectful. “I think, Mr Shelby, that I just married the most dangerous of them all.”

Tommy smiles, though it doesn’t reach his eyes, then says, “And what would you do if someone tried anything against you?”

“I would shoot them between the eyes.”

He cocks a brow when he looks at you, and the perplexity you find in his features brings an amused smile to your lips. You take the last drag of the cigarette, then toss it out on the ground, moving away from the cold wall to stand in front of him. Tommy lets you take his hand, such as a father indulging his child, and lets you press it to the side of your thigh. You want him to know you’re not defenceless. That, just as he, you can kill someone in cold blood if you have to.

The soft bump could be mistaken for anything had he not known what a grip felt like. His fingers linger a little too long on your thigh, icy blue staring down at you, a smidge of interest splashed on them.

“Have you used it before?” Tommy asks, his hand moving an inch up, towards the soft lace that belted around your waistline.

“I think this is the first time today you’ve looked my way,” You say while you push him away. “And you fancy yourself worthy to know anything about me?”

“I’m your husband.”

“And?” Tommy looks stumped, lips pressed together like he’s wondering just who gave you the right to speak in a manner such as this. “I want to go home. Fucking tired of this place.”

The goodbyes are an even quicker affair. You hug your mother and kiss your father on the cheek. Your brothers get walking away waves. Tommy's aunt and sister wrap their arms around you, while his brothers cheer him on. You have only a picture of what comes next. What he’ll expect you to do. It’s unclear if you’ve made the right choice of wanting to go home, to sour his mood with your bitterness.

It’s a silent trip. Tommy doesn’t say a word, even the wind refuses to whistle. All the noises come from the pebbles under the tyres as he speeds up down a narrow road that leads to a secluded place nestled at the centre of a clearing. It’s beautiful, you think, as he circles around the two-story house, to park the car behind it. When the engine stops running, neither of you moves. Neither seems in any particular hurry to leave the comfort of the car seats.

Your mother taught you things. She spoke of pleasure, she spoke of pain. She, however, did not speak of the erratic pace your heart would take. You weren’t afraid of him, you wouldn’t let him do anything you didn’t want to do, but you were nervous because you wanted him to do all these things to you. Because you didn’t know if he wanted it as well. Especially after how rude you’d been to him. Part of you wanted to apologise, swallow up the words you said, but you knew it was of no use. Perhaps he respected you because of it, and if you did apologise, you’d lose it.

You take out a cigarette.

“Well, we’re home,” He whispers, back flush with his seat, eyes trained forward. “Do you want to go inside?”

“I have.” A thin blow of smoke fills the air around you. “Used my gun. I’ve killed people. Does that change what you think of me?”

“No.” His hand sits just above your knee, his earnest gaze focused on you. “What did you kill for?”

“Dirty fuckers who felt entitled to my attention.” Your reply sets a solemn air to the conversation. “Wish I could shoot my brother.”

“Is that so, hm?” Tommy’s laugh is a noise you don’t think you could get enough of. A sound you had half a mind to know was like him sharing a secret with you. “I should get you inside, wife.”

“You make it sound so demeaning,” You complain just before he leaves to circle the car and open the door for you. He smells of alcohol and tobacco. “Being someone’s wife.”

“‘S not.” He steadies your stance, the warm palm of his left hand on the small of your back. “What’s demeaning about letting the world know you own a pretty diamond?”

You smile at that. The little compliment. Though you don’t know why you find it appealing, the thought of being regarded as something that could be owned by Tommy Shelby sends a thrilling rush of blood to the back of your neck. You should be appalled that your body betrayed your principles. That something between your legs drummed with the littlest of his touches.

His home is quiet and dark. Quite like himself, you think, as he guides you inside. In the wavering lights, the furniture appears in lush flashes. It’s a posh home, far too big for just one person and a small child. You knew he had lost a wife not so long ago. You knew more about his life than you would care to. If only you had known this was whom your father wanted to marry you off to, maybe you could have convinced him your little sister Rose was a better fit. How were you supposed to care for someone so broken when your shattered pieces were still scattered on the floor?

Tommy disappears. You sigh, a little, whiny noise, then find solace in the comfortable couch. You’re not sure where you can go, if you should wander until you find a room, how would your things be put, if they had arrived yet. Would you sleep in his room? Would he not have a stranger invade his privacy? You didn’t think marriage should be so confusing.

Your mind spins, and you want to have a drink. Something to wash the concern away.

When he comes back, a cigarette hangs from his lips, both of his hands occupied with glasses. Liquid amber courage. You thank him as you reach for one, the taste of a single sip enough to make you frown with how strong it was. Tommy watches you, legs spread apart, head tilted to the side. His posture is inquisitive. It almost feels like he’s trying to find out if you’re here to kill him.

“Where’s your son?” Your voice is a thin, low sound. You’re tiptoeing now.

“Pol took him to give us privacy,” Tommy says, faint delight in his tone.

“Oh.”

“I suppose it’s of no need, eh?” You hide behind your glass, averting his gaze like the plague. “D’yer like kids, hm? They can be such a bore sometimes."

You nod in agreement, but you don’t know how to conduct the conversation anymore. It’s fallen to a treacherous, sloped path. He sits upright, then slides closer to you, to the point his shoulder bumps into yours, and he offers you his smoke. This subtle peace treaty is foreign. You’re not sure if you should take it, but you do.

His hand trails up your arm in what you’re sure he means to be soothing. You realise this must be because you look too tight. Too panicked, maybe.

“You think I’m a monster, don’t you?” Tommy whispers while he leans towards you, his lips a danger as they near your ear. “Think anytime now I’m going to hurt you.”

“Not really,” You hear yourself mumbling, in a quipping, prideful tone. “I just… Well, I don’t know. I don’t know how to act around someone like you.”

“Someone like me?” His breath fans over your face. You can nearly taste his smell.

“I mean, what are you expecting out of this? For me to sit around, drink tea, and spread my legs for you whenever you want like a doll, like a perfect wife? Because I can’t be that for you.”

His lips press the swell of your cheek before he moves away, rising to a stand. Like this, you feel trapped. Almost threatened. Then he offers his hand, his eyes so focused on you, you find them capable of burning flesh, and bone, and soul.

Tommy guides you through the halls. The walls are cold and grey, void of any embellishment other than the portraits of his late wife. You wonder what it must feel like to lose someone you swore to love until the end of your days. To feel as if it’s an unfulfilled promise of a happy life. At this particular thought, you squeeze his hand, which is still locked with yours, and he looks back at you. A cypher that you wouldn’t bother spending the rest of your days trying to break.

The first gush of air when he opens the door to the room is cold. You feel it pick at your skin, the goosebumps an uncomfortable consequence. It’s not a pretty, happy room. Much like the rest of this place, it’s decorated in austere, serious colours. Dark, almost lifeless. A blue cushioned couch makes up for most of the furniture, a mahogany coffee table set in front of it. If you had to guess, this was likely a room meant for small gatherings. A sip of port wine after a long night. Or, perhaps, a place he came to grieve.

You don’t realise until a soft, slow ballad begins to play that there’s a gramophone sat in a tall marble pillar that decorates one corner. Tommy walks back to you, his hand outstretched in a silent invitation to join him for a dance. You take it.

“I owed you a dance,” He murmurs while his arm draws you. “This isn’t what you wanted, and it’s not fair, I can understand that.”

“It isn’t what you wanted either.”

“I’ve drunk, I’ve smoked, I’ve partied, I’ve fucked, I’ve loved. I’ve lived, princess, you haven’t. I can settle having a pretty wife whose life I know nothing about, you shouldn’t have to.”

“Then what do you want me to do?”

Tommy’s eyes pull you. Their shape, their shade. He inspects you, and for the first time, you feel seen. Cold pale blue eats you up and soaks. It's water in soft cotton.

The moment lasts for a beat, two. Then it’s over. He drops your hand to walk towards the bottle of whisky kept on the highest shelf. You take your time to absorb the tingles his touch left in their wake, unsure what to do with your fingers. Unsure if you should disappear before he turns back to you.

“I want you to drink,” Tommy answers at last. His back still faces you. Your breath hitches. “I want you to feel good, even if it’s just tonight.”

“Will you make me miserable?”

He snorts, “I might. I’m no good, princess.”

“Bullshit,” You call, half-entertained by your boldness.

He laughs, finally turning back to look at you. The whisky swirls when you take the glass from his hand to take a sip, then another. Bitter and heavy as it goes down your throat.

In your whole life, you’ve never felt like this. Like you’re at the edge of the unknown. Unable to tell if your next step would make you sink deeper or soar higher. Unable to shake away the butterflies that insist on rioting.

You finish off the drink.

His eyes never leave you. Tommy looks at you as one does to an exotic animal, curious if it bites. If it can morph into some wild, folkloric thing that’s terrifying. You enjoy being the subject of his attention. Enjoy knowing that, at that moment, you’re the thing swimming inside his thoughts.

“Thomas?”

“Hmm?”

“Would you fuck me if I asked you to?” The question is so straightforward he sways on his step to sit back down next to you.

“Do yer wan’ me to?”

You nod, an untamed beast gnawing at the bottom of your belly, “Have you ever been with a man?”

“Does it matter?”

Thomas Shelby smiles, you contemplate as he gives you the first smile you’ve seen on his face. Laughter is a bad, ugly cousin compared to the glimmer of his smile. You can’t help but sigh, pulled to him, compelled to never avoid those damned eyes. A blue so bright it’s the crystalline water of a still lake.

“Yes, it matters.” He strokes your cheek, sliding his knuckles up the cheekbone. “Have you?”

“No.” Your voice crackles. Imperceptible almost. “Is it bad that I had no others?”

Tommy huffs, then kiss the tip of your nose. Then each of your cheeks. Then your lips. When his mouth finds yours, you swear you’ve started to tingle all over. You’ve walked straight into an anthill. He doesn’t linger, though, his kisses finding a poisonous path that turns your thoughts into an incoherent mess.

You’re aware he’s handling you like one would handle a doll. He turns you around to undo each button that keep your white wedding gown in place. When the tips of his cold fingers touch your bare back, you’re inflamed. Consumed by bright, orange flames.

The silk fabric slips out of your arms, bunching around your waistline. Beneath, the chemise you’re wearing feels plain and not at all attractive. Your nipples poke at the fabric when he presses his lips to your neck, and you make a strange sound after his teeth close around the delicate flesh. You can feel the smirk he’s wearing, he’s proud to have you like that. Whining, borderline begging.

“Stand up,” Tommy whispers, both hands on your waist. “I want you to take this off.”

You do, even if you’re not sure your legs can hold your weight. When he’s sure you’re not going to fall, he kneels before you. It’s a sight. To have this man, a wild, dangerous man, on his knees for you. To have him worshipping your waist, your hips, your body. Tommy pulls down your dress as if it’s made of glass, as if he pushes it too hard, it’ll rip. Then you’re out of it. Standing in only chemise, stockings and high heels.

A wave of sudden embarrassment washes over you. You’ve never been this exposed before. Not to a man at least. His eyes never leave yours, not when he undoes the buckle of your right shoe, then the left. Not even when his hands snake up your thighs, unclipping the suspenders to take off your socks. It’s only when he’s about to take off the last piece of clothing that he breaks eye contact and stands up, with a silent plea for you to raise your arms.

At this point, the beast sits heavy in your lower tummy. Your breathing has turned into this unsteady, shallow panting.

“You’re so gorgeous, princess,” Tommy’s voice breaks the daze you’ve been in. “So fucking gorgeous.”

“Thomas…”

“Hm?” His thumbs dig into the flesh of your waist. “What d'yer want?”

“You.”

He smiles before he kisses you again. This time it’s less chaste. His lips salvage yours. They bite, suck. It’s a winless fight, so you just give in, you let him take what he wants to take. Because it’s his already. You knew that you’d be here. You knew that, regardless of being insane, you'd always cave in for him.

Tommy helps you down back on the couch and your legs fall open in instinct. Back on his knees, his eyes are now zeroed on your dripping pussy, and you can’t bite back the moan that bubbled when his index finger teased you. He does it again. Then again. Its tip just circled, never sinking in. It builds something up that gets tears in your eyes.

“It’s too much, please…” You whimper.

A long whine fills the room, his middle finger lodged deep in you. Your husband wastes no time feasting, a mess of saliva, and tongue, and grunts. He’s so handsome, you could stare at him forever. Sweat-slicked, ruddy-cheeked. You can’t even find it in you to bother that the friction burns, just with a single finger.

“Fuck, princess, you’re so tight,” Tommy says in an ethereal voice, too distracted to keep his thoughts in check. Even his accent grows thicker. You fist the cushions. “How d'yer think yeh can take me cock?”

“I want you, please, husband.”

“No, not tonight.”

The moan that follows is loud. Too loud. He sucks the throbbing clit, his tongue flickering around it, “‘M so close.”

It’s pathetic that he had to do so little to make you lose your mind. His finger slips out, but his hands force your hips further to his face, rooted to the base of your thighs. He eats like he’s starved. Like he needs the dripping slick to survive. You scream, your body falling back on the soft couch, your heels digging into his back as if this will make him even closer to you.

It grows and grows and grows until it breaks. Molten, animalistic pleasure. Your eyes roll as you realise you’re shaking. It doesn’t stop Tommy, he still works on you as a madman would. Crazed. Keen on getting you through this new set of feels. You’ve felt pleasure before, but never this strong. Never quite rattling. Never so devastating that all you could manage to do was lie there, limp. Each of your limbs weighing about a ton.

Silence shrouds you. You want to ask him to take you to bed. That you wish to sleep for the whole weekend. No words leave your lips. You just watch him, how his mouth glistens, how his eyes gleam in the dim light.

“Did I break you?” He asks, his cheek resting on the inside of your thigh. “You haven’t said anything.”

“Oh.”

“I should take you to bed,” His lips find the supple flesh in a quick peck. So intimate it’s as if he’s done it loads of times before.

“Please.”

Tommy doesn’t seem to care that he’s leaving a mess of clothes behind. You watch them from his back, scooped up in his arms, and it makes your chest swell. It’s such a foreign emotion, this vulnerability you’ve allowed yourself to feel. Never in a thousand years, you’d admit this out loud, but this man has just stolen your heart.

“Where’s my bedroom?” Your voice is low and slurred.

“Do you want one for yourself?”

“Thought it was part of the deal.”

You hear him kick open a door, and then you’re set on a comfortable mattress. The thought of complaining the second he’s not on reach crosses your mind, though you remain silent.

“The deal is… You’re my wife.” Tommy starts undoing the buttons of his jumper. “And wives are supposed to sleep next to their husbands.”

“Thomas…”

“Princess, don’t think about this too much,” He’s free from all clothing except his white drawers. His body is warm and welcoming when he lies next to you. “You have to rest.”

“But…”

“Shhh, sleep.” Your husband, and God, how foreign it feels to even think of regarding him as such, kisses your shoulder, an arm wrapped around your waist. “We’ll talk about it in the morning, okay?”

“Yeah,” You finally agree, too tired to stretch the conversation any further. “Okay.”

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slimeyliveshere · 1 year

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Museum

Thought process: OK hear me out. What if the Dream SMP events happened in real life? And they have a history museum dedicated to it. And they have wax figures of ALL the people on the SMP. One day the reader gets stuck in the museum after staying late. The people who were closing did a terrible job at their job. But as soon as the doors close the figures come alive. Story: The sun peeked out from behind the building. The Utah sun retries early I guess. The museum you were standing in looked as if it needed to be retired too. The town in general looked like it needed a makeover. At least the old retirees that live here are nice. When you got closer you saw the large oak doors had stained glass instead of windows. As you walked up the stairs to the doors to make it easier to see to colorful windows. They showed stories of people with colorful glass shards. You pushed open the tall oak doors to be greeted with an overly dusty entrance room. There was a woman around 50 sitting at the desk on her phone. She didn't notice you as you walked up to the counter and placed a five-dollar bill on the round desk. She didn't even notice when you walked right past her and into the museum. Right, when you walked past the desk you are met with the long hallways filled with glass cases that are filled with pieces of clothing and smaller items from the war-filled area. But what caught your attention was the large room right behind the desk. It had high-vaulted ceilings with large sunlight windows in the rafters. They were casting the last of the dusty afternoon sun into the room. 'wow' Was the only thing that entered your mind. The areas around the room were pushed in creating small half-rooms inside with extremely well-crafted wax figures. The first one to catch your eye was a tall brunette. He stood in a red and blue uniform holding an iron-like sword in his hands. His curly hair fell over his glasses and glass eyes that looked too real for a figure. A blonde teenager was standing behind him wearing the same uniform and clutching his arm while a red liquid stained his uniform. Across the room stood three men one wielding a sword. The second held a hand with a lit lighter out in front of him his eyes blazed a brilliant orange. Lastly, the third held a bow drawn back and pointed across the hall at the blonde boy. You stood frozen in between the five gazing around the room at the history in front of you. The next room had a male standing above a button hand hovering above it. Their sunglasses slid down his nose showing their pure white eyes. Across from the man, three people stood baking what looked to be cupcakes. The girl had pink hair and one of the men had blue and red colored glasses and close to no hair. Behind them sat what looked to be a fox-hybrid who sat nibbling on a pale-colored cupcake. On a pillar in the middle of the room stood a man with goat horns curling around his goat-like ears one hand lifted over the podium. His mouth was open as if he was giving an important speech. At the bottom of the pillar stood another man with large golden wings his arms folded across his chest smiling. Behind them stood two older-looking males. One with large black wings spread wide and the other had the skull of what looked to be a pig. The next room had two people in it a very tall male with his skin split down the middle black on one side and white on the other. The next was still odd he was very short and had the same goat features as the man on the podium. As you marvel at the room you didn't hear the lady at the desk get up and lock the doors leaving or the sun finally tucking under the horizon till you felt something wizz past the back of your head. Your head snapped to the right back toward the people in uniform. They stood moved from their original positions. They stood there blinking at the newcomer. You saw the arrow planted into the ivory floor that was originally in the bowman's bow and turned to look at the trio across from the boys. The blue-clad man had redrawn his bow but it was pointed at the floor. The other two men had let their weapons fall to their sides. You spun around the room the see all the figures were moving. The man on the podium lowered his hands and closed his mouth the stare at you. "Who are you?" the green-clad man asked in a loud voice walking up to you. The brunette in uniform walked up on the other side of you. "Y-y/n, my name is Y/n," you muttered focusing on the blonde's stunningly bright green eyes. They looked too real for glass. The brunette looked up and pulled the green man away from you. While they were talking you took it as a chance to stare at all the wax figures who now staring back at you. The pink-haired lady looked over at you and gave you a small wave. Of course, you gave a small wave back. You turned back toward the tall males and caught the last of their conversation. "Should we take her to XD?" Wilbur asked ignoring you and turning to the blonde. "Yes, probably. Tommy stay here and babysit Schlatt he looks drunk again," the teen grumbled but walked over to the podium. The brunette grabbed a hold of her wrist and started walking out of the room. The blonde trailing behind but catching up and grabbing your other hand. They still pulled you down one of the long hallways. They as in more the brunette than the blonde pulled you down a hallway and into a dark room. Before your eyes could adjust you heard a voice. "Wilbur? Dream? What are doing here?" the voice was loud and commanding. "Dream talk," the voice said again after no one answered it. The brunette let go of your hand and was blindly looking for the light switch. When he found it and switched on the lights. In front of you stood an extremely tall male. He had two large sets of white wings coming from his back and a pair of gold-colored halos floating above his head. He also had the same stunning green eyes and blonde hair as Dream or that's what the man called him. "Hello, Mortal," the winged man said now looking down. In my view, he made you feel already smaller than you already were. Though you were a very shy person you still gave the god a good glare. "XD. Her name is Y/n," the brunette- Wilbur snapped at the god. "Mortal, slave, pet, Y/n same thing. She is still under me," XD gladly snapped back at Wilbur. Just then a blonde head popped into the room. "Wilbur, Schlatt managed to lose his eye again," the teen whined. The four of you just stared at him. You probably thinking he's crazy. "Tell him Eret found it," XD spoke up. "Thank you, big man!" Tommy yelled running out of the room. "I am Wilbur," the brunette said even if you knew his name you were glad he introduced himself. "that's Dream and DreamXD, and the child is Tommy." He grabbed your hand this time instead of your forearm and started walking toward the hall again. Wilbur took a sharp turn to a different room instead of the main hall that you had met him in. When he pushed open the heavy wooden doors into what looked to be an auditorium.

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rxmqnova · 4 months

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Wanda: Hey, honey. What are you doing?

Tommy: Oh, there's nothing good on TV. So I'm going to watch Y/N do homework. That's a reality show I've never seen an episode of.

Y/N: Mom, see? Too many distractions.

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sexsellz · 2 years

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⤻ 𝐡𝒆𝒂𝐭𝐡𝒆𝐫 ², tommyinnit。 ᥫ᭡ ‧₊˚

❄️- 𓄹 S͢UMMARY: 𝒙𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

PART ONE. Tommy confesses a very important message to you, even if it is on your doorstep.

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💍- 𓄹 P͢AIRING(S):

Tommy x reader

After the incident had unfolded in two, Tommy didn’t know which decision to make next. You had left not even five minutes prior, and after complying with your departure he retreated back to the safety of his bedroom, and to the comfort of his viewers. Sitting down in his lifted chair, he held his head in his hands in complete defeat.

With a heavy, elated sigh he turned his microphone a hundred and eighty degrees towards him, unmuting it. The stream had been left nearly untouched from the moments prior. His bright and cheery ‘BRB!’ screen was still on full display, which was a complete antonym or the dismal vibe that the boy’s body language radiated. In addition to unmuting his mic, he switched over the display on his monitor. Though his chat had lit up with excitement and concern in duality for the two of you - he hadn’t the courage to read any of it. Instead, he filled the lonely silence with a moment of reflection.

He ran his fingers slowly across his forehead, swiping the strands of blonde hair out of his eyes. In monotone, he explained: “Chat, I think I fucked up.” Mentions of the prior incident had been the talk of the town in his replies, and while he was still unsure of why you had the outburst - he had an idea in mind. “I mean - Y/n was already incredibly nervous even sitting in front of the camera! I should’ve never pushed them this far.” A look of remorse and embarrassment brimmed on his face, as he continued speaking.

“I mean, they’re my best friend -“ There was a slight change in his tone, as the thought of losing you due to a disagreement he had caused flooded his mind. “And now, I might not even have a best friend anymore. What the hell am I supposed to do?” Donations and bits came popped up in his stream occasionally interrupting the pity party Tommy had thrown for himself. Most trying to reassure him or make him feel better - others saying things not even remotely related to the situation.

And while he was grateful for their kind words, his responses to their affirmations were of the simpler kind. That was until a donation came in, explaining what Tommy had failed to see all along.

User donated $69: Tommy ily but you’re kind of a dummy. Y/n SO clearly has a thing for you and you talking about Heather is the reason they’re upset, not the stream :((“

Bingo, right on the money. It all finally clicked for Tommy, and while he had been none the wiser of your crush before - certain quirks of yours he’d claimed were ‘in all good fun’ finally started to make sense. The way you’d look so intently at him while he would talk, how you’d hold his hand when he’d walk you home - it. all. made. sense. As he pondered the issue some more, he came to the realization that he’d fucked up WAY harder than he’d initially thought. And he wasn’t about to lose you over a stupid misconception.

So, after thanking the donation and said a quick goodbye to his viewers, he practically ran downstairs to his doorway. He frantically slid his coat and shoes on, exclaiming to his Mum, “I’ll be back! Erm, I’m going for a run!” And run, he did. Not so much to his Mum’s favor, he ran into the evening cold, as snow quickly began lining the pavement outside his house. Your house was a few blocks away, and even if he risked slipping on multiple patches of freezing ice on the way he was determined to make things right.

After a few mishaps of tripping in the snow, he arrived at your doorstep - and he remained there for a few seconds just as you’d left him prior. He mustered the courage to finally knock, going over his speech for you in his head. Feet shuffled on the other side of the door, before someone unidentifiable fumbled with the locks, before revealing - not you, but your father. Of course, the sight of a disheveled looking boy keeled over panting on his front step wasn’t exactly what he expected to find at the hour. Regardless, he asked: “Um, can I help you?”

Tommy apologized for the state of him, explaining to the man in front of him, “I’m sorry I just ran here from a few blocks over. Is Y/n home?” Before your father could answer, you appeared behind him, confused of who could be at the door so late into the evening. And when your sad eyes laid upon him, regret washed over you once again.”Y/n, who’s this boy?” You rushed your father away, giving him a short response. “Just a friend, don’t worry about it.”

You stepped into the cold, softly closing the door as to not disturb the rest of your household. With your arms crossed across your chest, you waited for an explanation from the boy who stood in front of you. To be honest, Tommy looked shaken. “Well?” In the midst of the moment, Tommy removed his chilled hands from his pocket, taking your warm ones into his. The chill on his fingertips smoothly melted against your skin like butter, and it was so comforting.

He took a deep breath. “Y/n, I’ve truly been so stupid.” Snowflakes dotted from his scalp to his lips. It’d been clear he’d been in the cold for a prolonged time, detailed by the rosy color that pigmented his cheeks and nose. You replied with, “Tommy, why are you here? did you seriously wal-” Tommy spoke up in an exasperated tone, cutting off your concern with an important message. “I love you!” Motionless, you chuckled under your breath. “What?” He continued.

“I’ve had it wrong all along. I’ve been so distracted by useless bullshit, I never realized what I had in front of me this whole time.” A short paused filled the air, as he took a step closer to you. Your faces were now inches apart, as a deep eye contact was shared in duality as Tommy delivered his next line. “I don’t want stupid stuck- up Heather, I want you. I can’t believe I didnt say this sooner.”

And while the events leading up to his affectionate confession hadn’t been ideal, things were now perfect.

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏

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