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Peaky blinders headcannon ->

“the boys finding out the reader is a virgin”

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Tommy🪖

🪖Tommy had been courting you for a good few months now; much longer than he would any other woman. But he quite liked you so he was more than willing to make an exception for the lovely young lady that had just moved to the area.

🪖You’d moved for a fresh start, away from your past and to Birmingham. You’d packed your bags and left home and got on the train - taking it as far as it would go and got out when the conductor pleaded with you to disembark as they’d start the journey back to your beginnings.

🪖You’d accepted the job at The Garrison, noting the sign in the window as you aimlessly wandered the streets, mindlessly questioning your intentions. The sign in the window was almost a call from God and you hurried inside, being greeted by the bar man and a few raised eyebrows at the young girl with her life in a suitcase and hair all tangled. “Y’alright love? Look like you need a drink.” You shook your head. “A job is what I need. Still hiring?” You asked and he looked you over once. “When can you start?”

🪖So eleven months deep with a flat and a job you were quite happy in Birmingham. Your specialty straying away from being a barmaid and more towards being a hostess and front of house staff. You’d seat people and prepare the hotel lodgings upstairs, and arrange rooms and port for pesky business when it came down to it. And in the process you’d captured the attention of a certain blinder who believed he had no business interfering with the life of a young maiden just getting back on her feet, but you entertained him so who was he to be so austere and deny himself such pleasures?

🪖You were shutting shop on a Saturday night, footfall substantial and you’d finally managed to kick all drunkards out of the pub after much struggle and a bit of help from John Shelby, who’d tipped his hat and went on his merry way. You’d grabbed your coat of the hanger, hearing the door bell chime behind you “we’re closed” you announced, pivoting on your heel “I know.” That all familiar voice sounded and you peeked your head. “Alright, Tommy?” You ask, getting your bag and fastening your coat; preparing for a cold winter night in Birmingham.

🪖He stepped closer and you, in turn, stepped backwards until you were trapped against the bar. “This has gone on for long enough,” he says gruffly, staring deep into your eyes and studying your face. You’d raised your brows “what has, Tom?” He shook his head and chuckled slightly. “You and I; ‘m so sick of seeing you and not being able to have you for myself.” He tells you, right arm wrapping around your waist and head dipping slightly.

🪖Your hand came up to hold him where he was and he stopped, in question. “Not like this Tommy.” You say, looking away but he grasps your chin gently to pull you back to face him. “Not like this?” He hums “Thomas, I’ve never..” you lead off hoping he’d understand what you were implying. He thought for a moment before it clicked. “Never?” You shook your head “never.” His Adams Apple bobbed as he swallowed a lump in his throat “never.” He mumbled. “And how should I go about this the right way?” He asked, settling his hands on your hips and smiling slightly.

🪖“Dinner and a nice walk.” You say and he nods with a hum. “How’s tomorrow?” You shake your head “not leaving Harry to deal with your lot on a Sunday.” “When you next off?” He asks “Friday.” “Then we’ll go out on Friday.” You nod and smile, but point a judging finger at him. “No guns” he smiles “yes sweetheart, no guns.” “And no peaky business” he shakes his head “no business.” “No fighting either, at all” you warn and he chuckles “I promise” you lean your hand up to caress his face and he leans into your touch. “Take that bloody razor blade out of your cap too.” He raises a brow “how do you know about that?” “You underestimate the amount of times I’ve carried Arthur out of this bar and nearly sliced my hand on that thing.”

🪖“I want to see Thomas. No Shelby.” You say and he blinks. “Then Thomas you shall have.” “May I walk you home?” He asks and you smile up at him “you may” and he offers an arm to walk you to your house, looking forward to taking the last of your innocence the following Friday.

Alfie🧸

🧸Alfie recently started attending his local synagogue, at first yes: to reconnect with his faith, but now it was to see the young woman who attended every day, volunteering as your father was the rabbi. Albeit that sounding wrong, Alfie thought the rabbi was bordering on ancient and you were younger than him, but you were nearly twenty six so that wasn’t too bad.. right?

🧸“Ah Mr Solomons, back again I see” the rabbi commented, noted the recent inclination of Alfie’s presence at the house of God. “Well, been trying to reconnect.” He told his superior. “With God or with my daughter?” The rabbi asked and Alfie’s brows rose. “E-excuse me?” He choked on his words. The rabbi smirked with a slight twinkle in his eye “I’m not stupid” “no, of course you’re not-” “I’ve seen how you’ve been eyeing her.” Alfie quietened for a moment. “Well, y’see she’s a lovely young lady” “I agree, that’s how I raised her.” “And I’d like to ask her for dinner, with your blessing, f’course.” Alfie began to ramble but his elder cut him off.

🧸“Not with the business you’re in, Alfred.” And his mouth ran dry. “For her I’d get out of it, move to Morecambe, open a bakery, marry, have kids, y’know I’d raise them proper.” Rabbi Kaplan again hummed “but that sort of business isn’t the kind you can get out of, is it?” “You did, Abe.” Alfie corrects him and there’s a moment of contemplative silence. “You’re right I did. But no one hurts a rabbi.” “Then I’ll get ordained.” Alfie shrugged. Abraham looked at the man before him. “Gods punished me enough. He knows how much physical pain I’m in. And ‘m not gettin’ any younger. Neither’s she. ‘nd I never wanna be in this business anymore. Wanna settle down, dogs, kids, grandkids, the works.” Alfie says and Abe’s tongue protrudes from his lips to lick his dry lips as he thinks.

🧸“If I allow this, he’s watching.” The man looks up “I know.” “And if I allow this, she calls all the shots.” Alfie nods “wouldn’t have it any other way” “as in she says no, means no. She wants to go for a walk at two in the morning, you take her. She wants to come here, you bring her. She wants to get married, you wed her.” The man took two steps closer so him and Alfie were closer than any Rabbit should be with his child “she tells you to jump of the docks, you jump.” Alfie’s eyes don’t falter. “Done.” Abraham closes his eyes and runs a hand over his face “alright, you have my blessing.” Alfie nods, trying to suppress his glee, shaking the rabbi’s hand and walking towards the front of the synagogue where you were sat counting donations.

🧸“Excuse me missus” Alfie clears his throat and you look up at him, swallowing with a lump in his throat “yes?” “I was wondering if you’d like to go for an eat to bite, I mean a bite to eat, I mean-” you giggle at him “yes Alfie I’d love to go out with you.” Alfie sighed in relief and smiled down at you noting how the rabbi had wandered off elsewhere. You sealed and locked the cash box, storing it where I belonged and Alfie held his arm out for you to take “shall we?” You grin back at him “we shall”

🧸You’d been seeing Alfie for going on several months, and today he’d arranged for a restaurant to be shut down in order for the two of you to enjoy some peace and quiet together. You’d enjoyed a lovely romantic meal, accompanied by a bouquet of white tulips and a sneaky kiss to Alfie’s cheek, which he was grateful that they were covered by a large beard - disguising his beat-red features.

🧸Alfie was walking you back to his house, as you’d both previously agreed that you’d stay for the night and head towards Morecambe Bay the following day: to pick out a cottage on the seafront.

🧸You had some clothes at Alfie’s house, for events such as this where you’d decided to stay or go elsewhere the following day without needing to drop back home for anything. You were uncoiling your hair, and your gentle giant came around to hug you from behind, kissing up your neck until you giggled from being tickled, turning to kiss his lips.

🧸Your eyes surveyed one another’s for a moment, him leaning back down to kiss you in a more seriously insinuating manner - sciatica obviously not bothering him today as he managed to pick you up and lead you to his bed. “Alfie wait,” you say quickly and the man immediately stopped “what’s wrong treacle? If y’don’t want to we’ll stop here ‘nd-” “no it’s not that” your left hand fiddled with the rings on your right “what’s wrong flower?” He caressed your cheek gently. “Alfie I’ve never done anything before.” You say and his brows form a line in confusion. “Y’what?” “Alfie I’m a virgin.” You say and time almost stands still, Alfie nearly felt sick as he’d been handling you like a woman of the night and not a dignified young lady of whom was vastly inexperienced. “‘M sorry alf.” You say, looking down. Alfie grasps your chin and forces your eyes to connect with his “it’s me who should be apologising, sweetness. Your old man didn’t know. ‘V been handling y’ like ‘y know what you’re doin’.” He says gently. “And if y’ don’t want to, we don’t have to.” “No Alfie I want to.” And you could swear you could see the hearts forming in his irises, lenses constricting into something unnatural but simultaneously not animalistic. “I’ll take good care ‘f y’ love, just lay down for Alfie and let ‘im work his magic, yeah?” He says, laying you back gently on the bed, vowing to handle you like a porcelain doll in a box of feathers.

Arthur🍺

🍺You were several years younger than Arthur, he never felt like you were - he was as immature as any lad two decades his senior, but with you he never felt his age.

🍺The peaky blinders had been invited to a lavish banquet, black tie, chandeliers, live orchestra, the works. And Arthur never shied away from an opportunity to show his lover off, especially when that dress hugged you perfectly and your matching black gloves made you look so dainty and proper. He was proud to waltz into that event, feeling almost smug with ‘such a babe’ on his arm.

🍺The evening began wonderfully, three courses, all of which Arthur found laughable as he questioned the waiter why his entree was only a piece of rocket and slice of undercooked stake. Drinks were flowing and he was happy to get tipsy while to congregated with Polly and Ada, smitten to see you engaging so well with his family and them requiting his adoration for her.

🍺You’d stood at the bar, trying to gain the attention of the bartender to order yourself another rum and coke and your date an umpteenth pint. “Hiya can I just have a rum and coke and an apple juice?” You ask the man and he raises an eyebrow. “He’s so drunk I don’t think he’ll tell the difference.” He laughs and nods, heading off to get the top of shelf rum Arthur had requested he’d serve you earlier.

🍺“Gorgeous night, isn’t it?” A voice asked from beside you and you peer left, a young gentlemen with slicked back black hair asked as he knocked back the rest of the whiskey he’d been nursing for a while, requesting another as well as your drinks being on him. “Yes lovely.” You say shortly. “Well I was just thinking-” he begins smugly, before hissing and you look back at him quickly to see whatever is the matter. His finger was drawing blood as the new glass he’d been given was chipped on the end, in turn slicing the edge of his finger. “Oh dear, here let me help” you grabbed one of the inscribed handkerchiefs from the pile and applied pressure on his finger, only noticing your proximity when he chuckled. “What a first acquaintance” you laugh and agree. “You’re good at this” he hums “nurse in the war.” You say, not really wanting to reflect on the past.

🍺“May I buy you another drink for your troubles? Or possibly dinner?” He inquires with an up quirked lip. “No thank-” “I think she’s quite happy with the fella she’s got, son.” An angered voice quipped from behind you through gritted teeth, an arm snaking around your waist as the boy’s face ran pale. “Mr Shelby, sorry she didn’t say-” “she shouldn’t have too. Now fuck off before I kick the living daylights out of ya.” Arthur threatens and the previously smug man makes himself scarce.

🍺“Arthur,” “c’mon. We’re leaving.” He says, dragging you through the crowds of people and hailing a taxi, still gentlemanly opening the door for you but clambering in beside you, the smoke billowing from his ears fogging the windows. “Fucking little boy thinking he can talk to my fuckin’ woman, fuckin’ bastard” he reiteratively mumbled under his breath until he reached his house, roughly taking you from the car and throwing a wad of cash at the driver.

🍺As soon as you entered the house you were trapped against the closed door, his lips attacking yours unexpectedly as you struggled to keep up with his might. “I’ll show him who you fuckin’ belong to” “Arthur” “little boy makes up nothin’” “Arthur” “scream my name so the little bastard will fuckin’ hear me” “Arthur I’m a virgin” the man stopped immediately, expression stopping form angered to a more gentle one. “Y’what love?” He asks quietly, tight grip on your trapped wrists loosening “I’ve never had sex before Arth, sorry for not telling you.” You could see him visibly sobering up. “Oh my darlin’ m’sorry I didn’t know.”

🍺This was the only time you’d made Arthur feel his age, his lover a virgin. “I’ll take good care of you sweetheart, if y’let me.” “Show y’ what you’ve missed out on” he chuckles and you laugh, allowing him to pick you up to carry you up the stairs and into the bedroom.

John🥃

🥃Waking up this morning and getting married to a stranger wasn’t on your bingo card. But here you are. Kneeled at the alter beside a smirking young lad who was in a similar situation. “By the power invested in me, I now declare you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.” The stranger smiled and you and kissed your lips sweetly.

🥃The reception was just as hazy. Drinks were flowing and laughter was heard. Your father and Thomas Shelby seemed at peace for once and all was right with the world. When slow dancing, John had held you close and embraced you like you were young lovers wed, not total strangers at the chapel. He whispered sweet nothings into your ear and smiled as you giggled back at his remarks, fighting with icing on the cake and having an overly fun time with one another’s families after the initial shock from the morning. After all, he was incredibly charming and you couldn’t get out of a gypsy marriage that easily. Not in post-war Britain.

🥃You headed back to the Shelby Manor in a car strung with cans, attached by young children earlier in the day. You looked out the window to the vast house, feeling a hand tugging gently on your hair, the owner tucking it behind your ear as you looked at home. “Glad we’re married cause I could never pull you if I tried, gorgeous.” He comments and you laugh. “You’re joking. One drink and I’d be a gonner.” “At least we got to skip the funny business” he took your chin between your forefinger and chin “cause your all mine now, darling”

🥃He’d hurried you to your room quicker than anticipated, giggling like school children up to no good. He’d kissed you tenderly once inside, behind closed doors and away from the interference of all other prying eyes.

🥃He spun you gently, hands dropping to focus on the details of the backing of your dress; unthreading and untying the intricate lacings applied to keep the gown tight to your person. The dress fell and pooled at your ankles, him attacking the now bare skin with open-mouthed kisses and gentle pecks to the untouched skin.

🥃Coming to your front, he cornered you backwards in small steps until your legs hit the bed and you fell backwards onto it - him on top of you, kissing down your bodice animalisticly. “John?” He stopped and looked up with a hypnotic gaze in his eye “yes love?” “I’ve never had sex before.” You say shakily and he stops all movement. He falters for a moment, before climbing slightly higher in order to be face to face with you “never? You’re a virgin?” You nod back and he swallows the heavy lump in his throat as his briefs tighten.

🥃“Well then what an opportunity to consummate the marriage, aye darling?” He smirks “if you’ll let me that is” you smile and offer a kiss to his lips, him getting the green flag and go ahead to give you the absolute night of your life.

Bonnie🥊

🥊Bonnie was an old fashioned lad. From a young age he drempt of the stereotypical traveller lifestyle - never a singular home, him the homemaker, wife on his arm and umpteen kids running wild. It sounded like heaven. And from the moment he’d set eyes on you Bonnie had decided that that was your role - destined to be by his side. You weren’t a gypsy yourself, but he was certain he could sway you but either way he was happy to compromise as long as he had you.

🥊Tonight was one of, if not the, biggest night of his life thus far. The largest and most important fight he’d ever partake in, not only against the reigning champion which would secure his fate of being the new ruler, but also performing in front of the Peaky Blinders - prove himself to the trust Tommy Shelby had bestowed upon him. And most significantly, you were watching.

🥊He was stood in his changing room, allowing you to gently wrap his hands while his father gave him a pep talk. “Five minutes son.” His dad said, patting his back and nodding at you as he left to give you a minute alone before his spotlight moment. You finished wrapping the cloth around his palms and took his face into your hands, forcing him to look at you. “How we feeling champ?” You ask, trying to wake him up from his dystopian trance. “‘m scared m’love.” He mumbled as you frowned slightly. “Why’re you scared? Talk to me Bon, get it all out. You scared about the Shelby family? I’ll kick ‘em out-" “scared ‘m gonna disappoint you.” He says and you falter.

🥊“Bon you could never disappoint me, why would you think that?” He sighed, looking away before beginning to admit his desires. “Just wanna make you proud. I want to marry you and give you my children and travel as a family. But if I lose you won’t want to do that.” He grumbles. You chuckle slightly. “You’re such a dafty, Bon.” You say and his eyebrows crease. You lean into kiss him as he happily requites the gesture. “Bonnie of course I want to be with you either way. I don’t care if you loose, hell I don’t care if you don’t want to fight and walk out, I’ll walk right out with you.” You say.

🥊“I never knew you felt like that but I’d love to marry you Bon and have your children and I’d be willing to travel with you. I just need you to stop fretting and go win this. I love ya Bonnie.” You say, leaning your forehead against his. “You mean it?” He asks, giddily. You nod “I do”

🥊“God if I win this we’re gonna get started on those kids.” He says, getting riled up as the minutes tick down. You laugh at him “anything you want, Bonnie. Always wanted my first time to be with you.” You say and time stops. His father knocks on the door to hail his son out to the ring.

🥊“BONNIE!” “You’re a virgin?” “Yes” “BONNIE COME ON!” “And you want me to take your virginity?” “Yes Bonnie I trust you. Now go.” He hurries out of the door reluctantly, all riled up and heading for the ring.

🥊The knockout was inevitable, his opponent out cold in a matter of rounds, blood flowing freely from Bonnie’s nose as he celebrated by raising his hands victoriously above his head, father and Blinders crowding him to pat him on the back and exchange congratulations. But none of that mattered. It was just faint ringing in the background. All he could see was you stood a fair way back from the celebrating men climbing over the limb body on the ground no one had seemed to care too. He looked upon your innocent doe eyes and soft smile staring back at him as he blew you a kiss; and never has he been so desperate to get away from his own party.

🥊And after a good few hours and countless attempts to get you all to himself, you were back in Bonnie’s humble beginning: laid on your back as your boy thrust into you gently, trying not to hurt you while simultaneously trying to adhere to his desperation for you. “Faster Bon, please.” “Wanna give me a child? Is that it?” He asks and you nod meekly, as he quickens his pace desperate to bed his maiden in his own place called home.

Isaiah♟️

♟️Isaiah had been trying to get to you for many many years. Countless attempts proving fruitless from not only your rejections, but also your elder brother’s: Finn’s. Any time Isaiah had any suggestion on courting you he was shot down by his friend, who’d smack the back of his head and scold him for thinking such things. “I’ll cut your dick off and shove it in your ear if you keep thinking about my sister with it” he’d tell him.

♟️But tonight, oh tonight. Darling you looked ravishing. The Blinders were celebrating a grand festivity at Shelby Manor, someone was getting married.. or someone was dead, Isiah needn’t have cared less. Because when you cascaded the stairs, Mary Jane’s on foot and tight black dress clung to your bodice, Isaiah had to physically refrain himself from grabbing you from the get go.

♟️Sure, he’d mingled with others and drank freely with the brothers; but not once did he stray his eyes away from your figure, never letting you out of his sight. Not when you looked so delicious and drinkable, mouth running so dry he’d have to reiteratively lubricate it with whiskey. A bit of the good ole’ ‘Dutch-Courage’, aye?

♟️Finally noticing an opportunity when you brother wasn’t lingering over your shoulder, scolding you for wearing such a gown, Isaiah made his move. He slivered to the bar beside you, where Harry was offered a well-paying job serving for the evening and told him to get you another of whatever it is that you were drinking. “Your brother lets you wear a dress like this?” He questions, knocking back the rest of his whiskey and hailing for another.

♟️“No. But I am not Finn and he is nor I” you tell him, nursing the edge of your glass with your finger absentmindedly trailing it. He leant closer. “Tell you, if you were my woman that dress would be on the floor of my room right about now.” He promised and you shivered at the thought. “But I’m not your woman, am I Isaiah?” You rhetorically ask, sipping and please to feel the alcohol running down your throat.

♟️“Oh god if you were.” He said, trailing off. “I’d have you married, knocked up, never not pregnant. Have your last name Jesus. My dad would do the ceremony, y’know. Get you a nice little bouquet and pretty white dress I get to ravish you in afterwards.” He said “well you’ve got it all planned out, huh Mr Jesus?” You snort but you are backed against the bar, two hands either side of your waist as your belittled by the taller between you.

♟️“Believe me I’ve dreamt of the day since I first saw you, just your fucking brother wouldn’t let me.” You eye his lustful expression. “As I said, Isaiah. I am not my brother, nor is he I.” You repeat slowly, relaying that your older sibling(s) had no say in what was going on at that moment. “You’re playing with fire, little girl” he warned “then let me get burned” you say, batting your eyelashes doe-like and innocently, as you dared him to make the move your core had been dying for for decades.

♟️His nostrils flare as you wrap his tie around your hand and yank at it harshly, bringing an ear close to your lips to offer a promise never before foretold. “Isaiah I’m a virgin” you whisper, before releasing his tie and straightening his suit. He follows the lump in his throat before surveying the room once and looking down at you, grabbing your hand to drag you through the crowds of people and into the safe proximities of his bedroom for newly discovered events.

♟️The evening died down and the chatter faltered, as Thomas Shelby announced a new betrothal in the family. However he was unable to promise the two, because the bride and groom were missing.

Michael🎱

🎱Oh god I’ve been waiting for this one. Michael absolutely eats that shit up.

🎱You and Michael were first acquainted when himself, Thomas and John travelled to the Cotswolds in order to engage in some legal business with the Wentworth family - Tommy spoke business with the ceo of the family, while John entertained the mother and Michael; the daughter.

🎱Michael was an old fashioned man with old fashioned views. He liked his women obedient and untouched and willing to listen to his every word - just like they were supposed too.

🎱They were welcomed into the home by several butlers, two to open the grand doors - three to take their caps and the others to lead the family to their guests. “Thomas Shelby.” They heard, and a dignified gentleman descended the stairs, an unnecessary cain in one hand, the other wrapped around his wife as they descended the central staircase to the visitors, a young lady trailing behind.

🎱“Archibald Wentworth.” Thomas smiled at the man and nodded out of respect. The man walked up to him and shook each of their hands firmly. “How longs it been old chap?” He asked Thomas. “Too long, old friend.” Thomas replied, and they engaged in friendly conversation as neither had seen each other since their fathers dealt with similar business in their own youth. The elder woman approached John who kissed the back of her hand and she curtsied, him remaining respectful as their shared introductions. You however, approached Michael who looked back at you fondly. You curtsied to him and he bowed slightly. “It’s a pleasure Mr Gray.” You say, voice soft and unbroken. He took your hand and kissed the back of it gently. “All mine, Miss Wentworth.”

🎱“And please, do call me Michael.” He told you, smiling gently. “Well in that case you’re compelled to call me Yn.” Michael studied your face; never in his twenty one years of existence had he seen such beauty before. Your skin was fair and undamaged - soft to the touch. Your nails were clean and manicured with a neutral colour. Your hair was cascading down by your ears, as if instructed to sit perfectly, framing your face. You eyes were innocent yet appeared all-knowing - your mouth formed into a graceful smile. And you carried yourself with such proper dignity; it was admirable.

🎱“Yn my darling?” Your father spoke from beside him and you turned to face him on command - trained to do this. “Yes father?” “Please will you accompany Mister Gray into the living area? I’m sure you’ll both be quite comfortable in there.” You nodded once at the man. “Certainly, father.” “It was a pleasure to meet you gentleman, and see you again Mister Shelby.” You say to the other two, before leading Michael into the living area - which was nothing short of double the size of his childhood home.

🎱“May i offer you some tea?” You ask, as you settle in the room. “That’d be lovely, thank you.” You nod as the maid by the for stepped out to grab tea. “Normally I’d make it myself, however it is improper to leave your company unaccompanied.” You joke and he laughs in response. Soon, the tea arrived and you served it for Michael, who took the cup and saucer thoughtfully and nodded in thanks.

🎱“It’s a lovely home you have.” You smile up at him. “Thank you, I’m sure my father works tirelessly to afford it.” “You’ve no job?” He asked, awaiting the words that he was utterly and totally in love with you. “No, I’m trained in etiquette - to be polite, to cook and to clean.” Michael listened to you thoughtfully. “So you’re kept awfully busy then?” You nod. “Busy however I don’t mind it, I get to live in this glorious building with a loving family and life skills. What more could a girl want?” You confirm and he was sure his eyes were forming hearts.

🎱“And I’m sure you have quite the line of suitors with your beauty.” You giggled but tried to compose yourself. “No sir.” His eyes widened in mock surprise. “Surely you’re already married, how has a man not captivated a lady such as yourself. I’d do it myself if it wasn’t for the line of men ahead of me.” You looked down, blushing, before looking back up at Michael. “There is no line and there are no suitors. It is simply me, myself and I.” You tell him.

🎱“And you Michael? Have you a wife?” You asked, batting your eyelids. “No, in your words it is simply… ‘me, myself and I’.” “And what business do you do yourself, Mr Gray?” You ask. “That is not the sort of information for a lady’s ears. It is not good business.” He almost scolds and you nod. “Oh I understand, my father is not too dissimilar. Staying safe in your business, I hope?” He basked in the way you simply understood, didn’t pry. “Not quite.” He said, raising an eyebrow. He rolled up his left sleeve slightly and you gasped. “Oh you poor man,” you say. “You must treat these with oil, that way they shall heal better.” You scold, touching his skin gently. “Well if you were my wife you could sort it out for me.” “Oh certainly Michael, I wouldn’t allow you to come home damaged as such without properly patching you up.” You say, seriousness written all over your facial features.

🎱“And what do you do with the rest of your time, this afternoon per se?” He ponders, sipping his tea. “Well as you said yourself I’m quite a busy person regardless of what I occupy my time with.” You peer down at the dainty wristwatch wrapped around your wrist, Michael estimated the small device at a hefty sum. “At two o’clock I have etiquette lessons.” You say “and at three?” “At three I read in my library” “how about four?” “At four I have a date.” His face dropped. “A date? With who?” “William Wordsworth.” You giggled at his expression which sighed a breath of relief. “Oh I see, she lives the poems she could not write.” He says, quoting the famed poet. “More like she writes the poems she could not live.” You reply, and Michael notices a longing stare as you probably imagine the life you would have, if not the heir to an infamous delegate.

🎱“And no man has yet compared me to a summers day.” You admit. “You have not yet met your Shakespeare.” You smile, enjoying how he understood your references. “Nor my Victor Hugo” “ah but you have not yet died so nobody may quote ‘Demain, dès l’aube’.” He spoke matter-of-factly. “For I am always the poet, never the poem.” You speak; in words of your own. And Michael cannot stop himself from reaching up with his free hand to caress the soft skin of your cheek gently. “It is impossible. How can a man write anything short of a novel about a maiden so fair?” He question, and you find yourself absentmindedly leaning into his light touch.

🎱“You’re a charmer, Mr Gray” you speak, voice barely above whisper “I’m no charmer, just a man who knows what he wants” he leans to whisper in your ear “is it working?” He meets your eyes with a cheeky grin on his face. “Certainly.” You both finished your tea and the trolley was taken away, miscellaneous chatter arising from each of your lips.

🎱“Madam?” A voice squeaked from the door behind you both. You spun on a pivot to look at the young maid by the entrance. “Yes Beth?” “Mister Wentworth has requested you and Mister Gray return to the foyer” she said, avoiding your stare. “Thank you Beth, we shall be there shortly.” The woman nodded before clicking the door shut behind you to allow you to make your own way there along with the company. Michael’s face contorted: annoyed, but relaxed it when you faced back to him.

🎱“I believe it is time for us to depart.” You tell him. “When may I see you again?” He asks, holding your hands in his own. “Whenever you wish, Mister Gray; should my father allow.” You tell him, before slowly leading him back to where you originally met. There, the rest of the men along with your parents stood as you’d left them - engaged in unwavering chatter. “Ah, Mister Gray - treated well I hope?” Your father asks and Michael nods at the man. “Certainly.”

🎱After some goodbyes and a hug for your father’s old friend Thomas, Michael smirked at you and kissed the back of your hand and whispered promises that you shall meet again.

🎱The men walked back to the car in silence, Thomas lighting a cigarette once inside. “How’d you like her?” He asked, eyeing Michael before nicotine smoke billowed from his lips. “She’s a lovely young lady.” Michael tore his eyes away from his cousin and back to the house, hoping to catch a glimpse of you as you drove away; but to no avail.

🎱“She’s a gentle lass. Innocent and proper.” Thomas continued and Michael squinted at him, wondering what the man was getting at. “Doesn’t need corrupting.” “I know that Tommy, what you on about?” “We’ve come to a business agreement with Archibald Wentworth. They in exchange for protection and a good deal of Shelby business, his daughter would marry a gentleman.” Thomas stubbed the last bud out on the leather of the car. “I trust you can fit that role?”

🎱Before either of you really knew it the two were being wed on the great estate of the Wentworth Mansion, both smiling at each other at the end of the aisle like giddy school children with a secret. Within the hour you were husband and wife and Michael had the life and wife he had so hoped and dreamed for.

🎱The reception was a glamorous event; dancing and drinking and the celebration of you being safe, and the Shelby name moving up in the social hierarchy of local reputation. Yourself and Michael had snuck off for a moment alone with one another, to discuss the whirlwind of a day and plans moving forwards together. “May I say my darling you look absolutely divine.” He comments, taking your hand to make you do a full 360 turn to display your attire to him. He swore the dress was adorned entirely in Tiffany crystals. “Thank you, you are too kind.” He tuts “I can never be too kind to my wife.” He smiles.

🎱“And may I be so reckless to say I cannot wait to get this dress of you either” he smirked and you raised your brows as your cheeks reddened. “If that is no problem of course, my lady?” He confirms and you nod. “I apologise for my experience, for I have never before been with a man.” You admit, bashfully and his mouth ran dry. “Never?” You shook your head in confirmation. “Never, Michael.” You say and he gleefully picks you up to spin you around as you laugh at his response. “Well my darling, I hope you know I am prepared to take more than good care of you this evening. And of course continue the family name.”

Finn🎞️

🎞️You were the first girl Finn really cared about. Sure, he’d been on dates and hired whores to satisfy his desires. But he’d never really given much thought into actually taking his time with a girl. Until he saw you working at the bookshop two streets in the wrong direction from the Garrison.

🎞️Him, Isaiah and Bonnie were basically being little shits on the streets of Birmingham when he’d saw you organising shelves through the window, brow furrowed and tongue slightly protruding from your lips as you struggled to place an old hardback on the top shelf. The other two lads had carried on walking whereas Finn had stopped, the other two halting a few ways down to road to figure out where their third had gone, turning to see him awestruck at the bookshop window.

🎞️They hurried back, laughing at the boy who was notably illiterate. Finn could not read, nor write but was staring into the bookshop. “What y’ doing Finn? No picture books in there!” Isaiah joked, straining to see what Finn was so intently staring at. “Ah the girl” Bonnie elbowed him. “She won’t want you mate.” Isaiah informed him “she’s got Shakespeare and Wordsworth. You don’t even know who I’m on about.” And Isaiah was right. You did look dignified and well read because you were. And he was just Finn.

🎞️But he found himself two street in the wrong direction every day nearly, at least when he could find time to slip away. And Isaiah and Bonnie were sick of their lovesick friend ditching them to stare at a stranger awkwardly through a window. Then one day, when the three were repeating their galavant from the first time they saw you, Isaiah shoved him in the door.

🎞️The bell chimed and you turned from your stepladder “just a minute!” You climbed down and approached the disheveled boy at the door. “Can I help you?” You ask “book” he says and you crease your brows “…book?” Isaiah chimed in behind him “he wants to buy a book” he confirms as he smacks Finn around the back of the head. “Any book in particular?” “My first alphabet!” Bonnie exclaims, and the two boys begin cackling loudly and Finn grits his teeth and pushes the two out of the door.

🎞️“Eh what do you recommend?” He asked, scratching the back of his head and his eyes wander on all the paved backs of untouched literature. “What do you like? Fiction? Non-fiction?” Finn looks at you gone out. You look around for a simple poetry book you know is easy to understand “here, try this it’s one of my favourites” Finn nods and turns the book over in his hands and has a quick flick through. “How much do I owe you?” He asks, pushing his hand into his pocket. You shake your head “just come back and exchange it once you’re done.” Finn nods. He could do that. He thanks you and begrudgingly heads out the door to his friends who were still hounding him for the situation and he just smiles at you through the window.

🎞️Finn was getting ribbed week in and week out by both his friends and older brothers, Arthur drunkenly questioning in front of everyone why he hadn’t hired any whores recently and why books were appearing by his bed when he couldn’t read. The family laughed as his face reddened, Isaiah explaining that the lovely young lady down the bookshop had his interest peaked.

🎞️“Y’got her in bed yet?” John asked with a smirk and the younger boy elbowed him sharply. “No.” He mumbled. “No? Ol’ ‘just want a shag’ here hasn’t gotten a lady in bed?” His brother joked. “No she’s not the kind of lass I want to put off.” “Ah” Tommy ruffled his hair. “She’s the real deal then?” He smiled while lighting up another cigarette. Finn thought for a moment before nodding. Yeah, you were the real deal.

🎞️“Date” Finn said as he crashed through the door of your bookshop. You raised a brow at him. “Date with me, please.” He says, panting. “Finn are you alright?” You ask, placing a hand on his back. Me nods, heaving and placing his hands on his knees. He’d just ran here from being with his family. “Do you want to go on a date with me?” He asked when he’d finally gotten his wind back. You smiled and nodded. “Yes I would Finn, when?” “Now.” You raise your brows. “Right now?” “Yeah. If you’d like.” You look down at the dainty wristwatch you were wearing and decided it was wishful thinking if you thought that you were going to get any more footfall in the next hour before you closed. You hummed and nodded. “Sure, let’s go.”

🎞️Finn took you to one of the nicest restaurants in Birmingham in walking distance, waiter seating you quickly after he noticed who Finn was, handing the two of you two open menus. You looked over the options, but was soon distracted by Finn’s conflicted face. “You alright, Finn?” He nods. “What’s up?” He ponders for a minute before mumbling something. “Sorry?” “I can’t read and this has no pictures.” He admits sheepishly, averting his eyes from yours.

🎞️“You can’t read?” You ask, mulling over the past several weeks where you’d be too-ing and fro-ing with Finn with your book recommendations. “But you’ve been borrowing books for months-” “just to see you.” He says, looking down as a smile began to grew on your lips. “I understand if you want to leave. You’re smart and pretty and I’m just an illiterate gangsta.” He says, mentally readying himself for your leave. You placed your hand on top of his where it was laid on the table. “Finn that’s so sweet.” His brows shot up. “You did that for me?” You ask, biting your lips as he affirms your question. You place a chaste kiss to his cheek as you realise just how much the blinder truly cared about you.

🎞️“Let’s get out of here.” You say, breaking the silence. “Seriously?” He asks, moving closer for a more private conversation. “I’m serious. Let’s go.” You say, “really? We don’t have too if you don’t want too-” “Finn Shelby. Let’s go.” And you didn’t have to tell him again, running back home like two giddy school children, hiding away in his room for the rest of the evening, ended by you laying on his bare chest while he drew shapes into your relaxed shoulder.

🎞️“That was better than I expected for my first time.” You admit, staring at the ceiling. It takes a few minutes for Finn to clock onto what you’d just said. He looks down at you, movement of his thumb faltering. “You were a virgin?” He asks, lump in his throat growing as he forced himself to swallow it. “Yeah.” He smirks.

🎞️“Nice.”

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[kaiyatoast]

slytherin boys and the 5 love languages

characters: blaise zabini, draco malfoy, mattheo riddle, theodore nott, tom riddle w/c: 865

Blaise Zabini -

Acts of Service: He'll tie your shoelaces for you, help you into your coat, and hold a hand out for you when you're stepping over something. Giving Gifts: He's a bougie man. He has taste. He'll buy you jewelry that you'll actually wear (not those tacky pink heart ones)

Quality Time: The two of you enjoy being together, even if you aren't doing anything together. You guys would work on your own homework together. Words of Affirmation: He's not the type to shout that he loves you on top of the table during dinner. What he'll do is bend down into your ears to whisper how much he loves you, how much he treasures you, how much he cherishes you

Physical touch: KING OF HAND KISSES!! He'll kiss the back of your hand and follow it up with running his thumb along your knuckles.

Draco Malfoy -

Acts of Service: He'll show you that he's serious about you by planning vacations for you that you'll both enjoy. If you're feeling stressed, he'll bring you to a relaxing spa getaway. If he wants to make up to you for something (or simply spoil you), he'll bring you to a vacation in Prague.

Giving Gifts: He likes showing off his wealth. He'll get you jewelry with the shiniest diamond. He has all that money and he likes spending it on you.

Quality Time: He'll go shopping with you, or any other activities that you enjoy doing. He might not like it, but all that matters is doing that you enjoy with you. Words of Affirmation: He's tells you that he loves you often. You'll never go a day without him telling you that he loves you. Whether he's telling you face to face, or if he's sending you a note, he wants you to know how much he loves you.

Physical touch: He likes holding your hand. He like sit when he can feel your fingers between his and your palm flat against his. He thinks that it's one of the most intimate things ever.

Mattheo Riddle -

Acts of Service: If you're exhausted, he'll carry you to bed. He'll do your entire skincare routine for you, followed by a soft kiss to the top of your head.

Giving Gifts: He'll get you your favourite flowers every week without fail. He'll pass you notes in class. If you started to get interested in knitting, he'll get your needles and yarns without you saying anything.

Quality Time: He loves being with you in his dorm. You don't even need to do anything. He's just happy to be in your presence. Words of Affirmation: He likes making you laugh, and that's when he'll tell you he loves you. He loves you all the time, but seeing you smile and hearing you laugh, he feels like his heart might explode if he doesn't tell you how much he loves you.

Physical touch: He loves kissing your forehead. Before you, all his relationships were purely physical, and kissing you on the forehead is his way of showing you how much he loves you in a non-sexual way.

Theodore Nott -

Acts of Service: He'll always have an extra hair tie on him for you. He'll also have period products in his bag, as well as stuff like eyedrops for you since he knows you get dry eyes.

Giving Gifts: Whenever he sees something that reminds him of you, he'll get it. It could be something as small as a bookmark, because he remembered that you were running out of bookmarks.

Quality Time: He loves spending time with you at the astronomy tower, watching the stars. Words of Affirmation: He loves Loves LOVES telling you that he loves you in Italian. He complements you in Italian so much that that's the only Italian words you know. You have no idea how to ask someone how their day is in Italian, but you know how to tell them that you want to drown in their eyes.

Physical touch: Believe me when I say that he's very physical. He's always touching you. He'll have an arm around your shoulders, waist, anywhere he can get his hand on.

Tom Riddle -

Acts of Service: He knows exactly what you need and he'll always have it on hand, like an extra quill or a cup of your favourite drink.

Giving Gifts: He needs his girl to have the best of everything. When he gets you a gift, it's the best possible version. He always gets you exactly what you want and he'll never scrimp on you.

Quality Time: He's a busy man, but he'll always have time for you. He wants to hear from you how your day has been, and to unwind from the day by being around you, soaking in your presence. Words of Affirmation: This is honestly something that he struggles with, but you'll hear him whisper that he treasures you when you are about to fall asleep.

Physical touch: In public, he'll have his hand on your thigh or waist possessively, but when it's just the two of you, he's softer. He'll brush your hair from your face. He also likes to hold your face, admiring you and wondering how he got so lucky.

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[dearshelby]

Ahh Lora!! I’m so happy to see that your requests are open again!! 😄

If in bot to late, may I request "Promise this'll stay between us.” with Tommy and reader? If his two spots are taken (which I love that you’ve decided that), you can choose who you feel this prompt fits best with!

Thanks so much in advance! 🧡

Hello, K! Thanks for sending in something! I wrote this instead of going to sleep so I hope it's not too bad hehe (also, can I just say I LOVE your new theme? It's so clean, truly loved it!!)

Had you first | T.S

Prompt 4. "Promise this'll stay between us.” + Tommy Shelby. Contains Tommy being an asshole and to avoid a weird age gap, Finn is a bit older than canon, the reader is older than him and younger than Tommy.

“When is this girl coming, Finn?” Polly asked, annoyed by the family meeting her nephew suddenly demanded.

“Is this girl actually coming?” Arthur asked.

“I don't have time for this-” Tommy quickly snapped, getting up from his seat.

“She'll be here in a minute! Please, Tom!” the youngest begged and Tommy sat back down.

In a table in the corner of the Garrison, the family waited to meet Finn's new girlfriend, the boy was proud and anxious to introduce her to them, not so secretly yearning for some approval.

“Schedule a better time then-” Polly's ask was interrupted by the doors opening.

A girl walked in wearing a beautiful coat, her confident walk and polite smile made the Shelbys wonder how he managed to win her heart, she was clearly too good.

The boy stood up, greeting her with a chaste kiss, “Pol, Arthur, Tommy, this is her!”

Her smiled immediately faded as her eyes met Tommy's, but she recomposed herself, “It's so nice to finally meet, Finn told me a lot about you,”

“Yeah, he told us a lot about you too,” Arthur said, “never fucking shut up about you,”

“Arthur!” Pol scolded, “I'm sorry, dear, sit down, we were excited to meet you,”

“Why don't you go get the girl some gin, eh? Leave her to us,” Arthur told Finn, who quickly went behind the bar.

She sat, weakly smiling and trying to make the situation more comfortable, “Am I getting interviewed?”

“Well, we're trusting you with our youngest,” Polly smiled.

“How long you've been together?” Tommy finally spoke.

“Hm- four months,”

Finn came back to the table with drinks and the conversation carried on, the girl avoided eye contact with Tom and he went quiet again.

Surprisingly, they liked her, much like Linda and Lizzie, she seemed able to handle a Shelby man. Polly and Arthur didn't know it, but she had experience in this matter.

Half-hour went by and Tommy sighed, discreetly getting her attention and nodding out, as if he said follow me.

“I'll go for a smoke,” he announced and went outside.

After a few minutes, she finished her drink and excused herself, “I need to use the toilet,”

Using the backdoor to go outside, she walked around the pub and found him waiting by the entry.

“Tom?” she hesitantly called.

“I remember the best sex we ever had was on the private room,”

“Stop it,” she scolded.

“And when we were done you said you adored me,”

“Yeah, I couldn't say I loved you because I knew you wouldn't say it back,” she bitterly remembered.

“No, I wouldn't,” he agreed and pointed inside, where Finn was, “but that's low,”

“I didn't know, alright? I swear, the first time happened so fast, I didn't ask his surname and when I found out I-” she gulped, “I thought you wouldn't recognize me, thought you wouldn't even remember me,”

“Well,” he threw his cigarette away, “I do,”

Tommy got close to her, his hands threatening to touch her waist before moving to her face, caressing her cheek with gentleness that used to be reserved only for her.

“I remember everything,” he whispered.

Their lips got dangerously close, but she stepped backwards before he could make a move, “Is this a test?”

“What?”

“Are you testing if I'll be loyal to Finn? I will, I love him,” she spat out.

“No test,” he explained, getting close again, “just memories,”

“It's not enough,”

“Is it not?” he tested the waters, cupping her jaw and tracing her lips.

“Tommy,” she sighed, trying to resist him, “what about Finn?”

“What about him?”

“He's your-”

“I had you first,” he interrupted.

“And now? Do you have someone?” she touched their foreheads together.

It was his time to gulp, of course he did, not only Lizzie at home, but Greta and Grace at the back of his head. The problem was, Tommy hardly let go of people who were once his and when she walked into the Garrison, he could barely believe the young thing that helped him to forget the horrors of war in the last months of 1918 was back into his life.

“Everything,” he answered, “I have everything,”

“What do you-” her question was interrupted by his lips on hers.

Soft and tender, warm and entrancing, exactly like they remembered each other. She cupped Tommy's cheeks and swore there was the ghost of a smile on his face.

There truly was, he remembered every single detail of what her kisses felt like and it hadn't changed at all, it was like going through abstinence, something he spent too long without and now felt better than before.

Once they needed to breathe, she looked down at her own feet, ashamed. Tommy tried to touch their foreheads again, she didn't let him.

“Tom, I think we shouldn't-” she negatively nodded, “we should stay away from each other,”

“We did, for far too long,”

“Yeah, and everything changed,” she said, “we changed, Finn doesn't deserve it, there's no benefit for anyone so please, promise this'll stay between us,”

“...go back inside,” Tommy ordered, sensing words wouldn't be able to convince her at that moment, “we'll talk about it later, in a better, private place,”

“No, we won't meet again,” she stood her ground.

“No? If it depends on Finn you'll be Shelby soon,”

She went quiet and turned on her heel, ready to go back inside, before she was gone from his view, Tommy added, “And if it depends on me too.”

#tommy shelby x reader #peaky blinder imagine #peaky blinder fanfic

[evieskiesss]

Can you do Tom x reader lemon? Pls xx💗

A LITTLE TROUBLE WON’T HURT- TOM KAULITZ

LEMON

LEMON MEANING: explicit sexual content but no DIRECT sexual acts.

𝙒𝘼𝙍𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙂𝙎: 𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙮 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙠

a/n: YESS I LOVE THISSS. guys i have soo many requests, pls give me some time to do all of them. i would appreciate it sm if you’d like or share <3. i love u guys sm.

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You moaned softly, lips parting as your head lolled back. Eyes fluttering shut before quickly closing your mouth, stopping yourself from moaning too loudly as his lips worked against your neck.

    He pulled away with a pop, kissing down before starting another mark. You whined softly, biting your lip as your hand caught his wrist. His fingers were caught in your hair, holding your head firmly to keep you from moving away from his attack.

     He nipped at your gentle skin, making you wince in pain, a reaction he loved getting out of you. He nipped again, harder, making you grunt, your neck quickly trying to move away as a reflex.

   "stay still," he grumbled, sucking on the skin. A small whimper came from you, your head coming to rest on his shoulder as a small way of extra comfort. His arm was strongly wrapped around your waist, holding you close to keep you from escaping.

    Your hands were pressed gently against his chest, one occasionally flying to his wrist anytime he'd bite too hard. He let out a satisfied sigh, pulling away only inches to admire his work.

     He tilted your head the opposite way, his lips quickly finding a clean spot to mark. You moaned the second he started sucking. He moaned against your skin, closing his eyes as he let himself do something he did best.

     He'd pull away, kiss the spot, nip at it, let his tongue tenderly rub the mark then repeat. Soft little noises left his mouth from the sucking, you were sure that your neck was completely purple.

   Really, it wasn't just your neck, it was your entire body. You knew Tom had a thing for hickeys, but you never knew the extent of it. In the beginning of the relationship, it started off small.

    A hickey here & there, sometimes adding one more. As time progressed, you became aware of his love for it. Having you hours there, holding you tightly as he sucked on your skin brought him great satisfaction. It satisfied him even more knowing you wouldn't be able to escape the questions of who it was.

     At some point, it wasn't purely sexual. You could be laying down and he'll just start marking you as a way to show his love.

     You didn't mind at first, but at one point, you had to mind when your makeup artists began complaining, truly complaining. It got to the point where your manager had to sit you down and say the words, "no.more.hickeys."

    You had been in enough trouble, having your makeup artists spend about an hour covering up your hickeys each time you'd go to an interview, be on stage, or go out in public. It was exhausting.

     He moaned again, suckling harder. You winced, biting your bottom lip. "t-tom, no more. p-please," your voice was small. He ignored you, kissing it before finding another clean spot, then suckling.

    You sighed with pleasure, your head falling back again as he drew you in with the good feeling. Your hands gently pushed at his chest, "p-please. i'm gonna get in trouble," you whispered.

    "a little trouble don't hurt," he whispered back, nipping. You tried again to move away, the grip on your hair momentarily getting tighter as he held you back, "stay still," he warned.

    You whined, but let him continue. He pulled away after a moment, slightly breathless as he softly kissed up your neck. "so beautiful," kiss, "always beautiful with what i give you."

     You felt drowsy, slightly drunk off the feeling of it but had to snap out of it. He kissed you softly, letting go of your hair to rub your thigh sweetly. He looked down to the flesh that was coated in dark marks, a smirk coming onto his lips.

     "tom, i'm gonna get in trouble," you pouted, looking at him your doe eyes. He shrugged, "it's fine, they'll get over it." A firm knock on the door startled you, "Y/N! Hair & Makeup is ready for you!" the voice called, followed by footsteps leaving.

    You gave Tom a look, his face sly as he knew what was about to happen. He helped you off the table, patting your ass as you grabbed your bag. He followed you to the door of your trailer, sneaking a kiss to you. "i'll be here when you're back," he winked.

    You walked to the brightly lit room, setting your bag down as you were met with three stylists. You hoped secretly that the outfit wouldn't be too revealing, you wanted to save yourself the trouble.

    "outfit is on the rack, hun. be quick, we have an hour," one of the stylists commented, her speech muffled slightly as she chewed on an apple. The three slipped out of the room, leaving you alone to dress.

     You stared at the clothing, "fuck."

           You kept a straight face when the three stylists stared at you dumbfounded, eyes wide and jaw clenched with anger as they noted, they were going to need more than an hour.

    The outfit was revealing, very revealing. With the outfit, you were unable to hide the marks given to you. They were scattered along your entire body, covering your thighs, hips, some of your abdomen & belly, your neck, shoulders and even some parts on your shoulder blades.

      You knew it was best to play nonchalant, making it known you had no time for their snarky remarks. The head one sighed silently, anger rising in her as she pulled out her much used color correcting palette.

    

        The door was knocked on again, "you were supposed to be done 15 minutes ago, what's taking so long?!" a man yelled from the opposite side of the door.

    "let us do our job here!" one of them yelled back, frustrated as she couldn't cover a hickey up. It had been mounted with concealer, color corrector, foundation & powder, but to her dismay, it was still there.

    She threw her brush, moving you hair to cover it. "just don't move your hair and we'll be good, got it?" she said through gritted teeth. You flashed her a smile, "yup!"

    Hopping out of your seat, you walked out and met the backstage crew that quickly mic'd you up. From the corner of your eye, you could see the backstage manager bickering with the stylists.

   The distant sounds were impossible to make out but their gestures told you everything. The girls pointed to their necks, thighs, shoulders, everywhere. One of them dramatically tapping her makeup brush on the back of her hand as she rambled angrily.

    You felt a tap on your shoulder, "ready to go." The cheers from the crowd erupted as you were called on stage, a smile on the interviewers face as you came on.

-

      You sat at home, nervously biting your nails as you scrolled through your laptop, head spinning with frustration at the new article that came out about you.

     𝗦𝘁𝘆𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿 𝗬/𝗡 𝗟/𝗡 𝗔𝗻𝗴𝗿𝘆! 𝗔𝗿𝘁𝗶𝘀𝘁𝘀 𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗺 𝗟/𝗡 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝗴𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘁𝗼𝗼 𝗳𝗮𝗿 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝘅𝘂𝗮𝗹 𝗺𝗮𝗿𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝗼𝘆𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱, 𝗴𝘂𝗶𝘁𝗮𝗿𝗶𝘀𝘁 𝗧𝗼𝗺 𝗞𝗮𝘂𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘇!

     "these bitches," you muttered, scrolling down to read more. You shocked to say the least. While you were up on stage, having an interview, the stylists found the time to have their personal interviews as well with the media.

   

"𝗶𝘁'𝘀 𝗮𝗯𝘀𝗼𝗹𝘂𝘁𝗲𝗹𝘆 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗮𝗻𝗲!" 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗳𝗿𝘂𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻.

"𝗛𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝗼𝘆𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝗴𝗼𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝘆𝗽𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗩𝗮𝗺𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗽𝗼𝗶𝗻𝘁. 𝗜𝘁'𝘀 𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝗿𝗶𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝗱𝗮𝗺𝗻 𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗸𝗲𝘆𝘀!"

𝗢𝗻𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗶𝗲𝘄𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗮𝘀𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝗻𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗶𝘁𝘂𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻. 𝗜𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗬/𝗡 𝗟/𝗡 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗮𝘀𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱𝗹𝘆 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘆 𝗮𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝗿𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗹𝘆 𝗶𝗴𝗻𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗱𝘀

"𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆'𝗿𝗲 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲! 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗸𝗲𝘆𝘀 𝗼𝗻 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗲'𝘀 𝗵𝗶𝗽𝘀?!"

𝗥𝗲𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝘀𝗸𝘀, "𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗼𝗻 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗶𝗽𝘀?"

"𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲!" 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹𝘀 𝗲𝘅𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗺.

"𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗻𝗲𝗰𝗸, 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝗼𝗼𝗯𝘀, 𝗰𝗵𝗲𝘀𝘁, 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗰𝗵, 𝗮𝗯𝗱𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗻, 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘀, 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀, 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸, 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲!!"

𝗔𝗰𝗰𝗼𝗿𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘀𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝘆𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁𝘀, 𝗶𝘁 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗮𝗻 𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘁𝗼 𝗰𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘀𝗲 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱 '𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗸𝗲𝘆𝘀'.

    You sighed, closing the laptop abruptly, rubbing your face. "bitches," you muttered. The comments were full of criticisms but to your surprise, some support as well.

    A soft pair of lips landed on your shoulder from behind, slow kisses comforting you. Tom wrapped his arms around you, kissing softly. You sighed, "they made an article-"

   "i know."

    You rolled your eyes, "everyone thinks-"

    "who's they?"

    You rolled your eyes again, "well, everyone-"

    "give me names." he said from behind.

     You sat speechless, trying to find names. You stuttered, trying to find specific names.

   He chuckled, "if you cant think of names, then you shouldn't worry about it." He hugged you tighter, "has your manager said anything?"

   You sighed, "no. i'm surprised, he would've called me by now."

     You could feel the smile on his lips, he turned you around, "see? i told you," he kissed you. You sighed into the kiss, his lips pressed against yours with passion.

    "a little trouble don't hurt."

-

another a/n: i hope you guys liked this! if you want more content of mine, i have soo much more on my wattpad! my username is: evieskiesss

i basically just upload some of my works on here but my main platform is wattpad! :)

#bill kaulitz smut #bill kaulitz x reader #evieskiesss #georg listing #gustav schäfer #smut #tokio hotel #tokio hotel x reader #tom kaulitz smut #tom kaulitz x reader #tom kaulitz #bill kaulitz #georg listing x reader

[angelhunxoxo]

✩Tom kaulitz x reader smut✩

This was absolutely not what you needed to see first thing in the morning.

You and Tom had dated 2009 to 2011,and even through the breakup there was no hard feelings on either side and you had continued your friendship.

So where the fuck did this video come from??

Warnings ✮:Smut yay!!Leaked sextape,fingering,praising,probably some errors I was doing 3 things at once while I wrote this,guys this is a little embarrassing ngl I’m a little embarrassed😞

You groaned as you woke up to your being blown up with notifications,your first thought had been someone calling you but to your surprise,it was your social media comments being raided on well..everything.

Your Instagram,your TikTok,your Twitter,even your damn Facebook,you were getting a million comments a minute and even a few of your friends had messaged you, including Tom.

‘Have you seen it?’

‘Seen what?’

He didn’t respond and instead just sent you a link to a Twitter post, your eyes widening as you saw the video you had taken so many years ago..

You were sat on the bed of the hotel room,in between Tom’s legs,wearing nothing but his shirt and a pair of lace panties. His hand ran up your thigh as his chin rested against your shoulder, making eye contact with the camera. His hand traveled up a little more as he snapped the waist band of your panties, making your breath hitch.

“Hurry up..” you mumbled with annoyance at how he was taking his time, build up was stupid in this case, the video was just for the two of you anyway…or it was supposed to be.

He chuckled at your reaction, his hand moving to lift your thighs up as he slid your underwear down to your knees, revealing your glistening wet pussy to the camera. “There we go” he said, and you saw his smirk in the camera.

His hand traced over your thigh and you could see him trace his name with his pointer finger which made you roll your eyes,”Take your time,why don’t you?” You murmured sarcastically as he kissed your neck lightly.

“Maybe I will since you wanna keep rushing me.” He teased, his hand finally reaching down as he traced the outline of your pussy with his ring and middle finger, gathering some of the slick that coated it before wiping it on your thigh as he snickered when you let out a groan of annoyance.

“Okay okay,I get it” He chuckled, his fingers dipping into your cunt,wasting no time in making sure he was knuckle deep. You bit your lip as your eyes fluttered shut and you moaned softly, Tom tapped your thigh lightly with his free hand,”Eyes on the camera,baby.” He instructed,his words lightly muffled against the skin of your shoulder.

His calloused fingers pumped in and out of your hole as his thumb rubbed your clit lazily. You could feel his clothed dick twitch slightly as it was pressed against your back. You whimpered as you felt his fingers curl against your g-spot,your eyes looking down to see how his fingers slid in and out of you in the camera. “Look at how well your pretty pussy is taking my fingers,’been waiting all day for this,hm?”

You nodded as your lips parted slightly,breathing deeply as you moaned. “mmh- yes..” you breathed out,your cheeks flushed. You felt yourself get closer and your walls tighten around Tom’s fingers. He could tell how close you were as he continued to rub your clit. “Don’t cum yet babygirl,you can hang on for a little bit longer,right?” He teased.

Your hips bucked against his hand as he began to thrust his fingers deeper and faster. Your head dropped slightly as you felt yourself get closer to the edge. Tom tsk’d as he grabbed your chin with his free hand,forcing your head up as he made you look at the camera while he squeezed your cheeks.

“Good girl..take it just like that.” He whispered into your ear as your hand moved to grip his wrist as your walls convulsed around his digits,your eyes squeezing shut as you got closer to your release. His fingers pushed in deeper and his fingers curled and uncurled rapidly causing your thighs to tremble as your breathing picked up.

Tom let out a small grunt as he felt you clench,”Don’t.” He warned but the way his rough fingers felt inside of you,seeing how they slid into you in the camera and his breathing tickling your neck pushed you over the edge. Biting down harshly on your lip as you came on his fingers,arching your back against him as you cried his name out in pleasure.

He let out a sound of annoyance, “You just don’t listen,do you?” He asked as he pulled his fingers out your pussy with a small squelch-y noise. He ran them back up your folds collecting your fluids before bringing them up to your lips, ”Open.” He said, to which you quickly obliged, opening your mouth as he shoved his fingers into your mouth, letting you suck off your own juices while he unbuckled his belt with his free hand.

He pulled his fingers away from your mouth before slamming his lips against yours and-

That was all you needed to see before exiting out the video,you already knew how it ended anyway; you,a sobbing and drooling overstimulated mess. At least your boobs were covered.

#tokio hotel fanfic #tokio hotel x reader #tokio hotel imagine #tom kaulitz x reader #tom kaulitz smut #tom kaulitz fanfic #Tom kaulitz x reader smut

[itsmealaiah]

Gonna be good?

TW: p in v sex, anal sex, unprotected sex, threesome, degrading, dirty talk, AFAB reader, little bit of cervix fucking if you squint, babytalk, having an erection

Request by @ccbunnv: oomf I need u to write smth anything with the twins like gripping on your tummy while they make you ride them 😓😓😓😓 n they kiss the middle of ur tits while ur bouncing up and down on their cock and look up at you with those eyes sighhhhhh 😩😩😩😩

Rating: 18+, mdni

WC: 2.1k (i highly doubt that)

The air was thick with desire as the Kaulitz twins, Tom and Bill, stood before you, their hands gripping your hips possessively. They were dressed head to toe in black clothing, accentuating their defined muscles and making their eyes seem even darker. The way they looked at you made your heart race and your body heat up.

As they guided you closer, you could feel their hard cocks pressing against you, eager to be set free. Tom leaned in and whispered something dirty in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. You could feel the bulge in his pants, a hint of his dominant nature.

Bill leaned in as well, his hot breath tickling your earlobe, and whispered something equally as filthy. You felt a shiver run down your spine, your body trembling with anticipation. You could feel their strength in their grip, the way they owned you completely.

As they guided you closer, you could feel the heat emanating from their bodies, their hard cocks pressed against your stomach, teasing you mercilessly. They each had a different scent, but it was undeniably masculine and arousing.

"Are you ready for this, baby?" Tom growled, his voice low and rough. "We're going to fuck you so good." He leaned down, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss, his tongue dancing with yours. You could feel the bulge in his pants pressing against your stomach, and you shuddered with anticipation.

Bill pulled back, his gaze trailing down your body, his eyes settling on your breasts. "You have the most beautiful tits," he murmured, cupping one in his hand. He leaned forward, taking the nipple into his mouth, sucking hard as he kneaded your breast with his free hand. You arched your back, moaning into his mouth.

"You're so wet for us," Tom whispered, his hand sliding between your legs. "We can feel how much you want this." He groaned as he felt your wetness, the slick heat of your arousal coating his fingers. With a rough movement, he guided you closer to Bill, until the head of his cock was pressed against your entrance.

"Are you ready for us, baby?" Bill purred, his voice low and husky. "We're going to feel so good inside you." He began to push forward, slowly at first, then harder, forcing his cock inside you. You cried out, arching your back as you adjusted to the size of him. But as soon as you did, Tom pressed against you, his cock slipping easily inside your ass.

The twins began to move together, their bodies in perfect sync. They pulled you back and forth between them, their cocks thrusting in and out, driving you toward a climax. You could feel the power they had over you, the way they controlled your body and your pleasure.

As they fucked you, their movements grew more urgent, their breathing becoming labored. They cursed, their words harsh and demanding. You felt a wave of desire wash over you, your body trembling with anticipation. You wrapped your legs around tom's waist, feeling the bulge in his pants against your skin. You arched your back, meeting his thrusts, their hips slapping together in a rhythm that was both familiar and new. You could feel the muscles in their arms and chests flexing as they held you, their grip unyielding.

Bill's thrusts grew deeper, harder, his cock filling you completely. He leaned down, capturing your nipple in his mouth, sucking as his hips pushed forward. The sensation was overwhelming, the pleasure coursing through you like a drug. You moaned, your head falling back against his shoulder.

Tom's thrusts matched Bill's, their bodies moving together in perfect harmony. His cock thrust inside you, hitting a spot that sent shivers through your body. He growled, his teeth bared, as he felt you tighten around him. The sound of your moans, the feel of your body beneath his hands, the taste of your skin on his tongue… it was intoxicating.

As they continued to fuck you, the room seemed to spin, your senses overwhelmed by the intensity of their movements and the pleasure coursing through your veins. The twins' grip on you never faltered, their strength immeasurable. You could feel the tension building within them, their need for release growing more urgent.

With a final, powerful thrust, they both groaned, their bodies tensing as they came inside you. Their hips bucked, their cocks pulsing as they emptied themselves deep inside you. You felt the warmth of their cum spilling into your body, filling you up and leaving you trembling. They held you close, their strength still evident in their arms as they supported your weight.

As your bodies began to steady, they leaned down to kiss you, their lips soft against yours. Their tongues danced together, tangling in a sensual embrace. You could taste the residue of their cum on your lips and couldn't help but feel a shiver of arousal run through you.

Tom breathed heavily, his voice rough with emotion. "You're the best, baby." He nibbled on your earlobe, sending a shiver down your spine.

Bill pulled back, his gaze meeting yours. "We love having you like this," he murmured, running his fingers through your hair. "So warm and satisfied." He kissed you tenderly, his lips lingering on yours.

As the afterglow of their orgasms faded, they gently lowered you down onto the bed.

"You're so beautiful when you're satisfied," Tom whispered, tracing a finger down your cheek. He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. You could feel the weight of his words, the sincerity in his voice. You knew that they truly cherished this connection with you, this intimate part of your life.

Bill moved to spoon behind you, his arm draped over your waist as he pulled you close. "We'll take care of you, baby. Always," he murmured, kissing the nape of your neck. You could feel the weight of his words, the promise that they held. You knew they would never hurt you, never take advantage of you. They cared for you in a way that went beyond anything you'd ever experienced.

The afterglow of your lovemaking lingered, leaving you feeling warm and content. You could hear the soft sound of their breathing as they held you, the rhythm soothing and familiar. You didn't want to move, didn't want to do anything except stay here in their arms, feeling the safety and love that they offered.

Taglist: @madzandmore @20doozers @ccbunnv

lmk if this lived up to your request or not, more than happy to fix it 🩷

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[mysticficti0n]

HELLLOOOO can you write about the reader being at a house party (she's like 17-18 ish) and Toms her ex and uno CUT on Youtube and they play beer pong with the dares, so Tom and Georg are in a team and Y/n and make a friend up are in a team and when Y/n makes their cup the dare is 'French kiss your opponent" and Tom sits her on the tables and stands between her legs making out with her 😀

thank you bebe 😏

L-O-V-E

(and I saw your other request do add that the still love each other so don't worry 🤭)

Beer Pong romance

(all my attention will be back soon but I'm taking time to do some request as I have so many and all you guys have such good ideas!)

∞༺♥༻✧✧༺♥༻∞　　∞༺♥༻✧✧༺♥༻∞　

warnings- swearing, drinking

words- 1.5k

"Y/n come on you've been getting ready for like fucking hours!" Lilly cried storming around my room "you look sexy now lets go!" I loved Lilly but she was a family friend- and those friends you can't get rid of...

"will you give me a fucking second I'm doing my lipstick and then we can go alright-" I snapped back seeing her huff "thank you" I finished my make-up and got up from the desk, my jeans clung to my hips just covering my heals, my tube top strapping around me, hair ironed and make-up as perfect as I could get it I was ready "come then" I said thudding down the stairs hearing her follow closely behind "Bye dad- be back soon" I waved seeing him just blow a kiss

"come on we need to hurry-" she began as I started my engine "its on Burns street" I nodded pulling from the drive and making our way to the party, music blasted through the car and we sung along to every song we knew until we finally saw the house "fuck thats lot more than what Henry said their would be"

"no shit-" I parked up and locked the car, Lilly and I walked in smiling to people we knew and made a bee line for the make-shift bar

"Y/n! Lilly!" a voice shouted over the music that was booming everywhere, we looked to find Henry the man himself holding a bottle of vodka loosely between his fingers along with a cigaret that wasn't lit

"hey babe" Lilly smirked walking over and pressing kiss to his cheek "thanks for inviting us" he held her waist whispering something into her ear making me roll my eyes as I poured some liquid into my cup

"I'll let you guys do whatever this is and I'll find you later alright" the girl nodded but I knew she wasn't listening, she was always so all over Henry it was repulsive, I moved through the crowd until I saw a familiar face smiling to me "Kira!" I hugged her, Kira was a friend that I just loved being around, she was just pure but dirty all at the same time

"hey hun! where's little Lilly?" I pointed back to the bar and she nodded "shagging her playmate?"

"of course" we laughed hitting our cups and taking a swig "who are you here with?" I asked leaning closer so she could here me

"oh I came with ..oh Georg! Georg come here!" Georg and Kira were like brother and sister but just not related and had a lot of sexual tension.. so not really like brother and sister but you get the gist. I watched was the long haired boy wondered over winking at a few girls until he reached us

"hey y/n" I smiled "looking good" he was always a flirt "anyway wanna come play a game of beer pong? we need two players" I looked to the girl who nodded grabbing my arm and dragging me as we followed Georg through a sea of sweaty teenagers, people shoved and yelled as we walked past and all I did was spit curses at them until we made it to the kitchen where the island had been made into a ping pong table, I saw Georg fist bump a boy and my eyes met with his

"fuck" I spoke seeing Tom- he was different now though, hair In long, black braids, bandana around his head and a huge coat covering his body

"oh- I forgot to mention he's with us" I fluttered my eyes agreeing to her words finishing my drink and putting the empty cup to the side "okay who's starting"

"ladies first" his voice hit my stomach, it shouldn't have had made me feel so uneasy, Kira grabbed the ball and went to throw "and and also you have to do a dare for every cup the other team make" of course, Tom couldn't play any game without some sort of consequence

"fine" she through the ball and it missed the table "shit" I laughed as she stomped her foot on the ground, Georg picked it up and through it straight into our cup "you're joking- whats the dare?" the boys looked to each other and whispered a few words before agreeing

"drink the cup at the same time" me and Kira rolled our eyes grabbing the cup and putting it between our mouths, beer spilled down our chins, rolling down our chests "nice view" we pulled the cup away and Kira chucked it at the boy

"perv" it was my turn, I lifted the ball and moved to the middle of the island, lining my hand up and with a small count down it landed in the centre cup "Yes Y/n!" Tom took it out looking to me waiting for me to speak

"take off that god awful coat Tom- and Georg you can drink" Tom huffed slipping his coat off revealing his toned arms against his black shirt and Georg didn't hesitate to drink. The game carried on until we both only had 3 cups to go, me and Kira were now stood in our bra's and I had Tom's bandana around my thigh, the boys however had no shoes on, Georg's hair was tied in a bun and Tom was having to have a bow in the end of his braid, I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned to see Lilly looking sweatier than before and lips redder "hey!"

"ohh beer pong!" she cheered

"were doing it with dares, wanna do the dare if Tom makes this shot, she hummed standing between our sides with a face that screamed she'd just been fucked somewhere in the house, Tom flung the ball and it landed in our middle cup

"woo!" he clapped watching as I took the cup to my lips, chugging the beer until it was empty "whats their dare?"

"erm... ah- Y/n French with Tom for...3 minuets!" my stomach dropped, head snapping to her "come on!" I looked back over the table waiting for Tom to interject but he wasn't there

"wha-" I felt hands go under my thighs and lift me onto the island, I looked down to see Tom stood between my legs looking up to me "are you crazy?"

"sure... come on you lost and the dare is you've gotta kiss me, not me kiss you" I sighed thinking through ever decision I ever made, that being becoming friends with Lilly and agreeing to come to this party

"come on Y/n you've got this!" Kira called standing next the Georg who came to watch "at least its your ex not a total stranger!"

"oh yeah because that makes anything better!- fucks sake" my hands came to cup his jaw and I leant down "we never speak of this again alright?"

"just get it over and done with sweetheart- it's only me" he smirked and before I could even looked at his shit eating face anymore I pressed my lips against his and everything came flooding back- every kiss, hug, every time he held me, every time I slept between his arms, I felt locked and I never wanted to let go Tom's arms curled around my stomach pulling me closer, I finally let myself relax into him, hugging his neck. I felt him smile as he took a breather before diving back in again and I couldn't help but smile back, it felt.. nice being so close to him again

"Time!" Lilly called hitting my leg but I didn't let go, and nor did Tom "hello! guys you can stop now"

"I think they may need to have a few moments" I herd Kira laugh and she was right- I'd missed Tom so much, everyday I'd look back on all our photo's, the videos, the times I went to his concerts, when he came to the airport to pick me up after not seeing him for weeks, I missed him too much. The group had walked away leaving me and Tom still intertwined with each other the kiss came to a natural end, our foreheads knocked together while we both panted for air

"I- I love you" Tom spoke through breaths making my heart flutter "we shouldn't have broke up, it was so stupid- I need you in my life Y/n" I couldn't speak, words wouldn't form and my head was cloudy of his voice saying he loved me "nobody has ever compared to you, and they never will"

"I love you too" with the mix of alcohol and adrenaline my whole world seemed to brighten when Tom smiled, not one of his side smiles or smirks, his real smile "kiss me again" his hand held my jaw loosely as he leant up to kiss me again, our lips fit like puzzle pieces, it all felt so right

"come here" his voice was breathy as he lifted me off the counter and to the floor, I forget sometimes how tall he is- he was towering over me, I craned my head up to meet his again, before I could reach he pulled off a little, his big brown eyes looked into mine before he spoke again "be mine again?....please"

"of course" I wrapped my hands around his back and slid my hands into his pockets dragging his body closer to mine, our faces met and a soon as they did our lips were attached again... maybe this party wasn't so bad after all

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[tkaulitzlvr]

TOM AND Y/N SHOWER FLUFF PLEASE I BEG YOU

SELFCARE - T. KAULITZ

synopsis: after a stressful week at work, tom notices that you aren’t yourself. to help you loosen up, he decides to take care of you and give you even more princess treatment than usual, setting up a self-care night when you come home more stressed than usual.

content: fluff

a/n: tkaulitzlvr actually posting an imagine can u believe it😱😱😱 this was requested a while ago, but it lost the poll i put up a few weeks ago and since then it’s been in my inbox pretty often, so here u go! this is my first time writing since i last posted so i’m sorry if this is shitty😭

“another tough day schatz?” his voice is soft, bordering almost sympathetic as he runs his hands through my hair, arms wrapped securely around my upper back, staying that way from the second i had melted into them, doing so as soon as my tired feet trudged their way through the front door. this had become habitual over the past couple weeks, my job becoming particularly demanding with the annual roll around of christmas, my already packed schedule more hectic than ever, my happiness the cost of the overwhelming chaos that festivities inevitably brought along - the customers seeming to pour in faster than i could comprehend. though today, work had been almost too stressful, leaving me a lethargic mess, unable to do anything besides wrap my arms loosely around tom’s frame as he greets me with soft kisses, attempting to ease the stress that weights heavily on my shoulders, even if it is just a little bit.

“mhm.” i mumble, burying my head further into his chest, sighing loudly and allowing my eyes to flutter closed, already feeling at ease from the simple remedy of his touch.

he hums sympathetically in response, tightening the grip of his arms around my back, his lips pressing onto my forehead as a comfortable silence envelops us. his hands trail upward, moving tentatively under my thick jumper, the warmth of the knitted material replaced with the soft touch of his fingers as the pads trail across the skin of my back, tracing random patterns and allowing me to drown everything else out of my surroundings, tuning into only on the movements of his fingertips.

after a few minutes spent wrapped in his arms, he slowly moves away, though any doubts of him ending the tender moment are soon put to bed when his hands move upward, cupping my face in his palms and moving it closer. his lips are placed onto mine, their touch so gentle, so soft that my heart tugs at its strings, the stress that had weighed me down all week seeming to melt away. he pulls away every few seconds, tugging my bottom lip between his teeth, that same cocky smile on his face, though it doesn’t last long as he closes the gap between us once again. this time, his arms wrap around my waist, pulling my body flush against his as he begins to sway side to side. his fingers dig into the flesh of my hips, chuckling into the kiss when i jump slightly.

“i love you.” he mumbles against my lips when he finally pulls away, breathless and flustered, his cheeks a light shade of red as his now swollen lips mirror my own. he doesn’t wait for my response, a slight smile gracing his expression as he opens his mouth to continue. “how about i help you relax? we can shower and then put on one of your favourite movies, i’ll even order takeout. how does that sound schatz?”

when my lips curve into a soft smile he already knows the answer, moving closer once again and kissing my cheek. his hands find their way to my heavy winter coat, reaching to pull it off of my frame as i look upward at him in confusion.

“you’re exhausted honey. let me do this for you, okay?”

i don’t object, nodding my head silently and standing still as he gently removes my arms from the sleeves, walking away momentarily to hang the coat with the rest of the clothes beside the front door. he comes up behind me, quickly lifting me upward into his arms before i can object.

“what are you doing?” i giggle, patting his back whilst small chuckles escape my lips, legs flailing around as his arms remain tightly around my waist. he places me gently on the couch, flashing me a soft smile before bending down in front of me. i giggle in disbelief when he reaches for my boots, slowly undoing the buckle.

“baby i’m tired not incapable. you don’t have to take my shoes off for me.” i shake my head slowly, laughing quietly to myself as he looks up, making eye contact with me.

“but i want to. let me take care of you.” his voice is slow, though the movements of his hands as they remove my shoes are even slower, bordering too careful, tugging the zippers on each foot downward gently. one hand moves to the heel, the other placing itself at the front of my shoe as he pulls it off, setting it on the floor and moving to my other shoe, until they are both off of my sore feet.

he clears his throat, moving his body upward so that it hovers above my own. he kisses my lips briefly, smiling into it and pecking them a few more times. “let’s go shower yeah?”

he scoops me into his arms, my legs instinctively wrapping around his torso as i bury my head into his neck, the familiar scent of vanilla and cigarettes calming my mind. his fingers tap against my thighs in a random pattern, arms hoisting me further upward whenever i would slip out of his embrace. my eyes only open when i feel my position change, realising that tom has set me down on the bathroom counter, the marble cold against my skin despite the denim that covers my lower half. he mutters a quick ‘i’ll be right back’, before disappearing out of the bathroom, leaving me alone momentarily. the silence is peaceful - a clear contrast from the chaos i had been unwillingly part of all day. it is strange for things to be so quiet, without the annoying and far too frequent complains of a customer, or the constant sound of christmas music blasting around the store. but it is nice, and my entire body relaxes at the lack of noise until tom reappears, holding some fresh pyjamas, a random array of unlit candles placed on top of them.

he places them next to me, turning away and messing with the shower until hot water begins to pour from it. he reaches into his pocket, pulling out a lighter and setting the candles upright. his fingers flick the light switch off, small orange flames casting their brightness around the now dim bathroom. his eyes meet mine, gaze staying locked on mine as he walks over, his fingers finding their way to the hem of my jumper.

“can i take this off schatz?” he asks, smiling weakly when i nod my head. he lifts the material upward slowly, dropping it to the floor and studying my upper body. he moves his attention to my bra, looking into my eyes once again, waiting for that permission he had sought moments ago. i mutter a quiet ‘yes’, his fingers pulling the clasps undone. knowing better than to make the moment sexual, his gaze lingers only briefly as he appears to snap out of it, mumbling a quick ‘so beautiful’ before removing my jeans, letting them pool at my feet. i stand up, removing my panties myself whilst he turns to his own clothing.

“wait.” i say, his head turning to face me. he stops his movements when he is just about to remove his shirt, watching as my hands move his own away, my fingers clasping around the soft material as i lift it over his head, revealing his upper body, adorned with rigid muscle and soft skin, something which still makes my stomach swarm with butterflies - no matter how many times my eyes land on the sight. he grins softly, planting a sweet kiss in my hair before pulling his own jeans down, his boxers quickly following.

i enter the shower, the warm water quickly easing the tension that had habituated around my body, my eyes shutting at the satisfaction. i feel tom’s presence behind me, his arms wrapping around my waist slowly. his head dips just below my ear, lips ghosting over the skin until they eventually make contact, placing slow and messy kisses there, my head falling backward as i make no attempt to stop him.

“you okay baby?” he whispers lowly against me, pulling his head out of my shoulder, turning my body around so that i am now facing him, his frame considerably taller than my own, his head looking downward whilst my own neck bends upward to look into his eyes.

“mhm.” i offer him a weak smile, watching as he reaches behind me, grabbing the shampoo from the small shelf.

his hand places itself on my shoulder, applying a little pressure. “turn around schatz.” he whispers, twisting my body so that my back now faces him. i take a guess at what he is doing, my prediction confirmed as correct when i hear him open the bottle from behind me, squeezing some shampoo into his hands. he lathers it up for a few seconds before his fingers thread into my wet hair, massaging the suds deep into my scalp. i sigh in relief, head falling backward slightly at the feeling. his fingers move deeper, leaving no part untouched, the bubbles now coating my entire head. once satisfied, he reaches for the shower head, testing the temperature before moving it so that the water falls directly onto my hair.

“close your eyes honey.” he says, moving the stream of water as the suds run down the front of my face. his hands still run through my hair, taking real care to make sure that the shampoo is completely washed out. he grabs the conditioner, rubbing it softly on the ends of my hair, rinsing the remainder under the water.

he lathers some soap in his hands whilst my conditioner soaks in, turning my body around so that i am facing him once again. he starts at my shoulders, covering them in the soapy suds, then trailing down to my arms, hands, stomach, waist, back. a playful smile tugs at his lips when he reaches my breasts, touching them a little - in fact way more than he needed to. his hands cup them firmly, thumbs swirling over my nipples as he looks into my eyes. i shake my head playfully, though i don’t have it in me to tell him to stop, allowing his hands to work on my breasts.

“just making sure they’re clean.” he confirms, letting a soft laugh escape from his lips. his hands detach from them after a few minutes, moving to rest on my ass. though when his face nears my own, i soon realise that this is no longer about ‘making sure that i am clean.’ he walks backward slightly until our bodies are submerged under the stream of water, pressing his lips to my own. the kiss is different this time. it is firmer, rougher, playing dangerously on the line between loving and lustful. his tongue slips into my mouth, hands kneading my ass as he pushes his body further into mine, the feeling of something hard between my thighs snapping me out of the moment.

i look downward, stifling a laugh once i pick up on tom’s problem. “and here i was thinking this shower was for you to take care of me.” i sigh, shaking my head and laughing quietly.

“you’re naked in front of me. i can’t help it baby, i swear.” he jokes, his hands resting on my lower back as he pecks my lips lovingly a few times. “don’t worry, we don’t have to do anything. this is your night, and i’m gonna take care of you, just like i said i would.”

my heart warms at his words, arms reaching to wrap around his torso as i pull him into a hug. he is taken aback, but quickly hugs back, his hands resting on my back as his thumbs run up and down it.

“i love you.” i mumble, face flush against his chest.

“i love you more schatz, always.” he replies, resting his chin on my head, the room now silent besides from the sound of water pouring from the shower head. “c’mon let’s finish up then you can pick a movie, whatever you like.”

i nod my head, about to wash the conditioner on my hair out myself, though tom beats me to it, running the hot water through my hair until it is completely clean. he steps out first, reaching his hand out for me to take, grabbing a towel as i exit the shower. he starts with my hair, squeezing the excess water out of it, before moving the towel down my body, removing the small droplets that rest on my skin. the time he spends focusing on himself is next to nothing - he briefly drew himself off and slips on some grey sweatpants, running a towel on his braids for a few seconds.

“lift your arms up.” he says, grabbing the pyjamas that he had brought in earlier, placing the oversized t-shirt (he knew instinctively to pick one of his out - remembering that i would much rather wear his clothes than my own) over my frame, tugging the baggy sweatpants up and over my legs.

i mutter a quick ‘thank you’, exiting the bathroom and flopping onto the bed, body sinking into the fresh sheets. tom follows a few seconds later, chuckling at my state when he enters the bedroom. he walks over slowly, picking me up and climbing under the covers, only letting me go to place my body on top of his own, legs intertwined, my chest flat against his own. he reaches for the remote that sits on our bedside table, handing it over to me.

“it’s all yours.” he smiles, watching as i gladly take it, shifting my position so that i can see the large tv directly opposite our bed. though this subtle change clearly separates the distance between tom and i too much, his arms reaching to wrap tightly around my waist, my own resting on his torso, head snuggling into his chest as i flick the tv on, the screen quickly lighting up.

“thank you for taking care of me.” i mumble against him, snuggling further into his embrace. i feel him smile against me, hand giving my waist a soft squeeze.

“of course. it’s my job baby, you know i’d do it a thousand times over.” he places a kiss into my hair, letting his lips linger for a few seconds. “all i want is for you to be happy. you know i’ll do anything to make sure that you are, right?”

i nod weakly, eyes landing on the movie that i want to watch, knowing that tom won’t be as thrilled as i am. “does that include watching the notebook?” i peer upwards at him, studying the way his face falls momentarily, a loud groan escaping his lips, knowing just how much he completely despises this movie.

“now that crosses the line.” he jokes, a playful smile now on his face. “you really sure you want to watch this? out of every movie?” he knows that attempting to change my mind is pointless, though any small chance of getting out of this is something that he will take. but when i nod my head slowly, he realises that it is no use.

“i’m just kidding. anything you want schatz. it’s your night.”

i kiss his cheek repeatedly amidst mumbling rushed and almost inaudible ‘thankyou’s, the smile on his face only growing wider and wider as he places his hand on my back, shaking his head once i return to how i had been sat before, my head resting on his chest. the movie begins to play, tom’s thumb rubbing soft circles on my skin, the feeling of his eyes burning into me providing a clear distraction.

“stop staring.” i whisper, hitting his chest lightly. “watch the movie tom.”

“sorry.” he mumbles, returning his attention to the screen, though i sense his gaze on me throughout, not having the energy or heart to stop him, instead letting him get away with the not so subtle glances that he sends my way, deciding to give him the false hope that he is being discreet.

eventually, his breathing becomes slower and deeper, body no longer shifting as it had done for the past thirty minutes. i turn around, seeing his eyes closed, mouth slightly parted with quiet snores escaping from it as his chest moves up and down, arms still holding me tightly in their embrace. i turn the tv off, pulling the covers over both of us and placing my leg over his, fingers tracing random shapes onto his chest as i feel my own eyes becoming heavy. just as i am about to fall into a slumber, tom begins to stir in his sleep, bringing my body even closer so that it now rests on top of his own. his eyes remain closed, still on the verge of sleep as his mouth opens slowly, voice low and groggy. “i love you schatz, goodnight.”

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[pa1n-0f-l0ve]

Your love

!warnings: 2023!Tom, thigh job, very slight praise, kinda short!

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭ ・.・

After receiving Tom’s text message claiming he “needed” me, I tried to get home as soon as possible - which leaves us here. Currently nervous to go into the bedroom upstairs. My shaky hands and sweaty palms, my flushed face… there’s no telling what he had planned and that left me nervous yet excited.

My shaking hand reached for the door slightly, the cold metal meeting my palm as I turned it slowly. In the room Tom is sprawled out on the bed, his tan and slender tattooed hand wrapped around his shaft moving in quick up and down motions. His lips agape as little whimpers escape, his wavy brown hair tousled around the pillow.

I gulp nervously at the scene in-front of Me. I had never seen something more attractive in my life. “T- Tom…” I manage to get out, my words slightly piling over each other. My heat tingled and my body felt hot, I already knew my clit was going to be swollen and ready for him.

“Fuck, I need you so bad..” Tom breathes out in his overly horny state. His forehead glistening with sweat and his ears red, yet his brown eyes remaining closed. He moved to the edge of the bed sitting up, I could see his hard cock leaking precum. “I want to try something new. Come here.” He demands, patting his thighs. When I walked over he guided me to face forward, pulling my pants and panties down, he positioned his dick in-between my thighs.

When he put his member between my thighs I could feel his cool precum sliding around the inside of my legs. That alone was enough to make me extremely excited. Tom grabbed my waist making my whole body slide against his cock, his soft whimpers in my ear as his breath hit my neck. Soon I was slightly conducting the motion of my body on my own, his hard cock sliding in-between my thighs, over and over.

Shortly, his white cum shot In-between my legs coating my thighs. He scooped up his seed and two fingers, sliding them into my mouth. My plump lips resting around his coated fingers where his cum adorned them.

While petting my hair Tom says, “You did so, so good.” As he smiles admiringly, slightly out of breath from his orgasm.

1/26/24

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[stassienott]

Hi! I have a request...

Could you write a Tom and fem reader smut where he's a soft dom and they have like sleepy comfort sex after reader has a bad day at work or something? If not, that'd totally okay and take your time:)

Thank youuu<3

feel better?

warnings - slight teasing, P in V, slight fingering, soft dom behavior.

i walked into my apartment with a groan. it was warm, familiar, and soothing. it drastically contrasted the cold, harsh weather outside. the walls were beautifully decorated with paintings and posters Tom and i had collected in the two years we had been living together. on any other day, i would’ve been more than happy to step into the warmly-lit apartment, however, after the shit day i had at work, i wasn’t happy to be anywhere. i put down my purse, and took off my coat, resting them on the coat rack next to the front door.

i walked into our shared room, my feet heavy. I kicked off my shoes, discarding them, somewhere in our room, too tired to care where. Tom was sat on the bed, perching up when he saw me, one of his big, calloused hands reaching out to stroke my shoulder, his thumb rubbing circles onto the skin.

“hey, schatz. how was your day?”

tom asked, his voice low and gentle, like he could sense the frustration in my body. i didn’t respond, only letting a huff out through my nose as a response. he shuffled, scooting towards me with a frown in response to my silence. he tugged me closer, his hand grasping my waist.

“what’s wrong? c’mon, talk to me.”

he mumbled, nuzzling his head into the side of my neck, and placing a few sweet and gentle kisses to the skin. i sighed through my nose, feeling my body relaxing. i angled my neck slightly and pulled my hair to the side to give him better access. he let out a small noise of appreciation, his kisses turning less innocent, with more ‘want’ behind each kiss. his large hands reached around my frame, fumbling with the bottom of my shirt.

“can i take this off?”

he asked quietly, his lips never leaving my neck. i nodded, whining quietly through my nose when he would kiss just the right spot on the skin. i could feel him grin against my neck, moving back just momentarily to slip off the cotton t-shirt. he smiled excitedly at the sight, his hands going to gently cup my breasts.

“so pretty, liebe. all for me, hm?”

he cooed, moving down to the foot of the bed, gently unbuttoning my jeans while looking up at me. i whined a little at the sight, appreciating just how good he looked on his knees, his dark eyes piercing through me. he pulled off the jeans completely, making sure not to tug too hard or hurt me. he discarded them somewhere across the room, not caring enough to put them away nicely.

“stop teasing, tom.”

i whined breathily, a little embarrassed by my own neediness. he chuckled, running his long, veiny finger along my lace panties. he slowly slipped them off, his fingers curling inwards to get a hold of the lace, tugging them down, grinning appreciatively at the sight of my juices already leaving a small stain on the fabric. he kept eye contact, smiling when my breath hitched as he ran his fingers through my folds, gathering the wetness with two fingers.

he slowly moved his fingers up, rubbing a small circle onto my clit. my stomach flexed, a shaky breath exiting my parted lips as the pleasure suddenly jolted through my stomach. my hips bucked slightly at the touch, Tom eventually moving one hand down to unbuckle his belt. his movements were sure, and smooth. he pulled off the belt without even bothering to look down, his focus completely on my cunt and the way my face contorted when he would tease and prod at my entrance.

“so wet, all for me, right schatz?”

he teased, slipping two fingers in me before i could answer, smirking when i stammered and my breath became shaky. i let out a shaky moan followed by a nod, feeling his long fingers stretch out my gummy walls. i bit down on my lip, my eyes squeezing shut. i could hear Tom’s zipper go down, him kicking off his jeans carefully. i opened my eyes, seeing his erection fighting to get out of his cotton boxers.

“please- tom.”

i whined, wincing slightly at the sudden feeling of emptiness as his fingers exited me. i whined, huffing at the lack of something inside of me.

“patience, hübsches mädchen.”

he said with a chuckle and a shake of his head, tugging down his boxers and standing up, gently ushering me further onto the bed. i sat up, but was met with a strong hand gently pushing me down.

“sit back. let me make you feel good.”

he murmured, leaning in to place kisses on my collarbones and neck.

“you deserve it.”

he cooed, reaching behind me to gently unhook my bra. he shooed the bra off the bed onto the ground, his cold hands massaging the skin until they seemed to mould to his hands. he didn’t let up with the kissing, but he did move forward to run the head of his cock through my folds, me gasping when his tip got caught on my clit.

i let out another shaky moan, my stomach flexing and my back arching off the bed. a string of curses left Tom’s mouth, him gently groaning against my neck. “you ready for me?” he asked breathily into my ear, the warm gust of air on my skin only making me wetter. i nodded, immediately gasping and clawing onto his back when he made it halfway into me.

“shit, you’re so tight.”

he groaned, gritting his teeth as he bottomed out, giving me time to adjust whilst he showered me with praises and kisses at any point he could reach. he paused, but i could tell it was hard for him to wait. the way his fingers dug into the sheets and mattress gave him away. “just, just tell me when i can move.” he mumbled, resting his forehead against mine.

my chest was heaving, and my breath shaky as my walls attempted to stretch to fit all 9 inches of him inside of me. i nodded, giving him the green light to move. he nodded with an appreciative groan, catching my lips in a kiss as he slowly started to thrust into me. i moaned desperately into his mouth, my clawing off his back intensifying when he hit that spongey spot inside of me, my face contorting in pleasure.

“that feel good, schatz?”

he mumbled against my lips with a smug grin. i nodded, murmuring a breathy string of curses. i was struggling to kiss him back, my breath shaking and the way he stretched me out feeling better every moment.

tom’s thrusts didn’t falter, they actually only got deeper, practically knocking the breath out of me each time he hit my g-spot. i was writhing beneath him, feeling that oh-so familair coil in my stomach getting closer to snapping.

“fuck- tom m’ close-“

i breathed out, him nodding and directing his focus back onto my neck, placing sloppy, open-mouthed kisses to the now sweaty skin. his strong arm snaking down to play with my clit, toying with it for a moment, before using his thumb to rub small circles on the bundle of nerves.

“shit! tom-“

he muffled my words by catching my lips in a kiss, groaning into the fight between lips. i could feel that he was getting closer too, his thrusts were getting frantic, and i could feel him start to twitch within my walls. i couldn’t help the moans and please from falling out of my mouth, his name a mantra spilling from my lips.

“i know, i know baby, c’mon, cum with me.”

Tom mumbled against my lips. my orgasm hit me like a truck, the feeling running all over my skin, my spine nearly snapping from just how hard my back arched. i moaned out his name, immediately gasping and feeling my walls flutter around him.

“fuck, schatz.”

he breathed out as he came inside me, thrusting into me to ride out our highs for a few moments. i exhaled through my nose as he pulled out, both of us wincing at the sudden cold feeling. he collapsed next to me, tugging my frame closer to his, our sweat making us stick together.

“i love you.”

he placed a myriad of quick kisses to my neck and jaw, his hands drawing circles around my waist as he nuzzled his head into the crook of my neck.

“you feel better?”

authors note

hope this is at least semi-okay! its my first writing for this account so i’m sorry if it seems a little rushed or anything, and constructive criticism is welcome!!

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[mikalame]

I was wondering if you could do tom kaulitz being submissive?if its possible, thank you:)

"Baby you don't really have to do this. I said I was sorry '' Tom mumbles, looking down remembering what this situation was about. "Oh your sorry, after i was yelled at and ripped into, you're sorry now" you question not knowing if he was being for real.

"Look I didn't know that she was gonna be there and catch us, if i knew i wouldn't have done it baby please" he asks as you push him slowly down into the bed. Still unsure about the whole situation his eyebrows furrow trying to see if you were mad or just acting.

You grab Tom by his shirt and roughly kiss him, his piercing gently stabbing into adding more friction to the kiss. Loving the fact you're not mad at him and are kissing him he kisses back wrapping his hands around your waist getting ready to flip the two of you.

His hands creep over your sides, knowing exactly what he was planning on doing when you pull back. "Not today Tom, You got me into a lot of shit and i think i deserve payback" you snap pulling Toms t-shirt off his tan body contrasting nicely with the white shirt now lying carelessly on the floor.

"You're gonna top yeah no way baby " he laughs, he's never been on the bottom and he's not about to start today. Mid-chuckle to slap his face not so hard that you'll leave a mark but enough to shut him up. "Be quiet or else you get nothing for weeks," you whisper, taking your shirt off and throwing it away.

"fine i guess i'll let you t-" "Shush" you interrupted him pulling his pants and boxers down together his cock lying down on the side "what Tom you were so excited before when we were supposed to be practising for tour but now we're alone you've gone soft" you mock holding his penis giving in a few pumps ten locking your lips with the tip.

Tom's eyes narrow down on your face, your cheeks sucked in and softly suckling on his tip while your hand softly massages his balls. His fingers run through your hair forming a ponytail, you stay like for a few minutes though Tom ruins it but bucking his hips into your mouth you softly gag before lifting off and slapping his thigh, a red handprint forming shortly after.

"____, what the hell, I was getting close" Tom snaps at you. His hair has been taken out of the hat and is now sprawled over his shoulders along with his flushed face and line of sweat by his hairline. "I told you I was incharge You don't listen" you snap back, flicking his dick smiling to yourself when he flinches away.

You hop off the bed and take off your pants before slowly slinking back on top of Tom softly kissing his lips and peeling away when you both start gasping for air. You kiss down his neck leaving different sized hickeys in your trail, Tom still needy as he holds your hips and presses you onto his penis, thrusting up into you.

You keep sucking his neck before moving to the other side and quickly finding his sweet spot and he tries to hide a soft groan. Smirking against his skin you whisper "You feeling good baby" ending it with a little chuckling, before he could answer you lift your hips up before grinding against his length.

Tom lets out a few groans i hand gripping tighter into your hips encouraging you to keep moving "huh baby i asked you a question, do you feel good" your tone of voice getting harsher the more tom keeps diproving "Yes- fuck-yes i feel good just god please keep going" he whines his hips bucking up again.

You slowly lift up while still kissing him, His collarbone and neck littered with dark purple marks along with some lighter ones around his jawline and chest. "baby please keep going- hah-i'll be good just- please keep going" he begs finally letting go of his 'edge' and resorting to begging.

You grab his cock from between your legs, his pre-cum dripping down his length and onto his balls your shlick coating the top of his cock adding more lubrication to your hand movements as you stroke him faster. Moans stream out of his mouth along with his hand grips that grips you tighter.

"Fuck ____ ah please" his moans becoming desprate, looking at his throbbing cock you see his tip dripping out pre-cum letting you know hes getting close to close for you liking. "You gonna cum baby" you ask, looking at him through your lashes. "Ye-ah please, i wan-a cum" his voice shakes.

"Not yet" you giggle, holding his cock you position yourself on top of him as you slowly sink down. His cock filling you up nicely resting right on your g-spot perfectly. "Ahh- ____'' Tom groans, his head tipped backwards as his hips jut up into you. "Now Tom you've been so good are you gonna ruin now" you ask tracing patterns into his purple neck "No i-ill be good" he whimpers slowly letting his grip loosen.

"Good boy" you speak. You continuously lift your hips up before slamming back down again. The knot in your stomach building up slowly through the throb from Tom cock lets you know he is also close.

Over stimulation getting to tom as his voice breaks and cracks when he lets out groans and moans shoving his face into your neck to try and hide his need. Letting your mind cloud over with pleasure you let little things that Tom does slide like the way he's thrusting up and tightening holding onto you or the suckling he's doing to your neck and boobs litterin them with the same purple marks he is adorning.

"____- im gonna- cum" he's whimpering out his thighs tensing and untensing along with cock throbbing more violently than before "mmh Tom gotta make me cum first" you tease knowing how close he is you wouldn't be pissed if he got there first you just wanna see how much will power he has.

His shaky hand reaches in between the both of you and rubs circles around your clit, those movements helping you get close to the edge along with you grinding on him as well the knot in your stomach just one thrust away from slipping over the edge..... and that's what tom does.

He bucks up causing both you and him to be knocked over the edge, his hot cum pumping into you and spilling back onto his pubic bone sticking to the inside of your thighs as well.

You both let throaty noises coat the room along with the clap of skin to skin. Tom's hands are digging crescents into your skin while you bite softly on the jugstion between his neck and shoulder as you both come down from your highs.

"Fuck" you let out a breathly moan as post nut clarity hits you, look up and tom you see his head resting against the bed frame trying to even out his breathing pattren.

"As amazing as he was- im not bottoming again" He lets out a soft laugh after that pulling you closer to him as you wrap your arms loosely around his neck softly kissing his lips. "Well see about that" you mumble into his neck, closing your eyes and letting yourself relax into the warm body beneath you.

The request has been in my inbox for ages so sorry to this anon but i hope you liked.

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[valkyrielevitt]

Porphyria's Lover

Tom Riddle x Reader

Summary: The simple act of killing is no longer sufficient for Tom to form a horcrux. As he attempts to sever his soul for the sixth time, he comes across a frustrating limitation.

Inspired by Robert Browning's poem of the same name.

Warnings: Dead Dove Do Not Eat. Tom is obsessed (and sort of in love) and bad!! He is bad in this!!! He murders the reader!!

The rain set early in tonight,

      The sullen wind was soon awake,

   It tore the elm-tops down for spite,

      and did its worst to vex the lake:

      I listened with heart fit to break.

From the armchair across the room Tom watched the glow of the fireplace with a faraway gaze. The flame had withered away to something small and pathetic, beckoning the shadows of the room to spill out from their corners.

In his hand his wand lay cool and docile, the slender point of it pressing a divot into the tip of his finger. The surface of it was speckled like bleached bone, chalky white like quicklime. 

   When glided in Porphyria; straight

      She shut the cold out and the storm,

   And kneeled and made the cheerless grate

      Blaze up, and all the cottage warm;

Snapped from his reverie by the sound of the old house door swinging open and shut again, Tom waited quietly as the sound of hurried feet grew closer. They came to a stop outside the dusty parlour room, and as the door swung open, the familiar cause was revealed to him.

His favourite. 

Soaked through to the skin and with cheeks whipped raw from the wind outside she looked an endearingly pitiful scene. It didn’t irritate Tom in the slightest. He had always been more lenient with her. More forgiving. 

A sigh of relief left her cold lips and silently she moved towards the hearth, kneeling beside the ashy grate to stoke the flames to a more triumphant height. The room must have been so cold, he thought, though he couldn’t feel a difference when the fire blazed once more. In fairness, he never felt much of anything these days. 

Standing again she began to remove her waterlogged coat, her gloves, her hat. Her white shirt was wet in places, and through a little translucent patch on her sleeve he could see the pulsing dark mark on the surface of her skin. It was practically carved into her flesh,a product of his crude administration. He had forced her to forgive him. It had been his very first attempt, he reasoned. 

      And, last, she sat down by my side

      And called me. When no voice replied,

   She put my arm about her waist,

      And made her smooth white shoulder bare,

   And all her yellow hair displaced,

       And, stooping, made my cheek lie there,

       And spread, o’er all, her yellow hair,

‘Tom’ , his favourite’s voice cut through the quiet, but he acknowledged her only by meeting her gaze. It was rare for him to hear that name; he could only stand hearing it from her mouth, in her voice. It was the only way to make it sound palatable to him. 

At his silence she moves towards him, settling herself on his lap as she so often does when they’re alone. Faintly he acknowledges how the dampness of her clothes transfers to his as she presses tight against him, her fingers run across the front of his robes.

His first companion. His favourite.

Her fingers come up to open the buttons of her blouse, revealing an inch of chilled flesh with each unfastening. With one last tug of fabric, she reveals to him the serpentine locket pressing cold against her sternum. It is her most precious task to keep, and she had sworn to him that she would never take it off so long as she lived. He used to find himself jealous of that severed piece of his soul, mood soured by the knowledge it would always rest against her body no matter where she went.

   Murmuring how she loved me—she

      Too weak, for all her heart’s endeavor,

   To set its struggling passion free

      From pride, and vainer ties dissever,

      And give herself to me forever.

His fingers came to rest against her collar, smoothing over the chain of the locket, and hers went to brush a stray curl from his forehead. 

‘You’ve gone so pale, Tom’ she says quietly, but he knows that’s not all that’s changed. Her finger moves to brush over his brow, to trace the socket of one of his eyes. It’s hard for her to say for certain in the dim firelight, but she could almost swear that the brown of his iris had bled into a deep shade of red. 

   But passion sometimes would prevail,

      Nor could tonight’s gay feast restrain

   A sudden thought of one so pale

      For love of her, and all in vain:

      So, she was come through wind and rain.

   Be sure I looked up at her eyes

      Happy and proud; at last I knew

   Porphyria worshiped me: surprise

      Made my heart swell, and still it grew

      While I debated what to do.

He had noticed the changes himself, a product, he assumed, of his recent ventures into fracturing his soul. He knew that many thought his actions excessive, that one or two horcruxes should surely have been enough, but if she thought the same she never dared to mention it. 

The physical changes had been the first indication that he was pushing the limits of magic just a little bit further than the human body could suffer. With each severance of his soul it felt as if he was pushing against some great, impenetrable barrier, and as each horcrux was made, that barrier would give, just a little. 

But lately it had become harder. The push required greater effort. Sometimes the simple act of killing just wasn’t enough.

At first any murder had been sufficient to fragment his soul. The method and the victim carried very little significance in the success of the procedure, but now, as Tom prepared to sever his soul for the sixth time, he was met with resistance. He had tried three times already, killing two muggles and a half-blood but with little success. It had brought him to one conclusion: The simple act of killing just wasn’t enough, and for Tom, murder had become just that - a simple affair. 

His favourite leans forward. Cold lips meet, and her body goes pliant. 

   That moment she was mine, mine, fair,

      Perfectly pure and good: 

Tom knew what needed to be done. He kissed her again one last time, before pulling back, keeping her at arm’s length to admire her. To commit her to memory.

I found

   A thing to do, and all her hair

      In one long yellow string I wound

      Three times her little throat around,

   And strangled her.

She hardly moved as he wound her wet hair around her neck, and in her eyes he detected only a momentary lapse in her loyalty. 

How strange he thought, as he began to pull that devotion which had drawn him to her was the very thing that would get her killed.

As her twisted hair tightened like rope, she surged into motion. Her frostbitten fingers clawed at whatever they could reach: her neck, his hands, his face. She pushed his head weakly, as though suddenly, after all these years, she could not stand to look at him anymore. He couldn’t blame her, and as one final act of mercy he tugged her against him, slotting her face into the crook of his neck as he gave one last fierce tug of her hair.

 No pain felt she;

      I am quite sure she felt no pain.

Her body stills in his arms, and goes heavy. Inanimate. Soulless. Her leg slips from where it was kneeling astride him, the toe of her leather shoe hitting the floor with a dull thud. The noise is hollow, and she feels the same in his embrace. It is over.

   As a shut bud that holds a bee,

      I warily oped her lids: again

      Laughed the blue eyes without a stain.

   And I untightened next the tress

      About her neck; her cheek once more

   Blushed bright beneath my burning kiss:

He kisses her cheek. It’s salty with the ghost of her final tears of resistance. Of heartbreak, perhaps, and he tries not to look too closely at the broken blood vessels bleeding blue across her face. 

Instead he takes her hair, combs it loose with his fingers and arranges it across her cheek. 

      I propped her head up as before

      Only, this time my shoulder bore

   Her head, which droops upon it still:

      The smiling rosy little head,

   So glad it has its utmost will,

      That all it scorned at once is fled,

      And I, its love, am gained instead!

Something foreign settles in Tom’s chest. An ache that causes him to pull the lifeless body closer against his side, that makes him pet her hair with shaking fingers. Traitorous fingers. 

He diagnoses the feeling as disgust. What sort of a death had he given her? For all her companionship and dedication, he had filthied her with this, a primitive muggle act of violence. He had granted his muggle victims the mercy of a more sophisticated death than this. It made his eyes burn and his throat constrict.

He had thought himself better than this. He knew her to be better than this.

   Porphyria’s love: she guessed not how

      Her darling one wish would be heard.

   And thus we sit together now,

      And all night long we have not stirred,

      And yet God has not said a word!

And once again Tom felt that barrier shift.

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[valeskafics]

Kinktober Day 15: Tom Bennett/Reader + Religious Guilt + Corruption Kink

a/n: from an anon request combined with one from @tulips2715 for kinktober! 💕

TW: religious guilt, corruption kink, daddy kink, profanity, innuendo, she/her pronouns, afab reader, oral f receiving

Word Count: 650 words

Rating: 18+, MDNI

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the World on Fire characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

Comments, likes, and reblogs are never required but are immensely appreciated ❤️

Prayer should keep the lustful thoughts away about your next door neighbor, Tom Bennett. That cheeky little smirk that’s always on his face, the way his hand seems to accidentally graze against yours when the two of you walk together, the way his breath tickles your skin when he leans in to whisper something in your ear. You’ve always been a good girl, kept your head down, gone to church every Sunday, honored your parents, everything that comes with the territory. But when you look at Tom, everything you thought you knew flies out the window. You’re consumed by thoughts of him taking you into his arms and doing God knows what to you. And so, you keep trying to pray the lustful thoughts away.

Tom knows exactly what he’s doing to you. He’s always had a weakness for good girls with wide eyes and sweet smiles. And you? You are the epitome of a good girl. He’s wanted you for so long now that he can’t even remember a time he didn’t want you. He wants to see you come undone beneath him, to slowly strip away that veneer of innocence, of the good Christian girl, and see what lies beneath it. He knows you have a wild side buried deep down.

This Sunday is when he decides to finally make his move. It’s raining as the two of you start walking home, and of course, Tom ever so gallantly offers to share his umbrella with you. Though he takes his sweet time opening it, loving the way the rain makes your blouse cling to your breasts, the outline of them just visible enough to get his cock hard. He walks you home, a “friendly” arm wrapped around your waist, stating that it’s so you both fit under the umbrella. No, of course it isn’t so he can cop a feel of your arse as you walk and brush it off as an accident…

When you reach your house, you look at Tom, eyes darting around with nervousness, before you speak, “Do you fancy a cuppa? My mum and dad are out of town and…”

It’s like every dream he’s ever had is coming true. He nods all too eagerly, entering the house behind you, watching as you take off your coat, admiring your curves in the skirt and blouse you wore to church. Your little silver cross lays nestled in your cleavage and before you can turn to head to the kitchen, he grabs you by your necklace, pulling you in close.

“I want to kiss you,” he murmurs, “Are you going to let me?”

You gaze up at him, eyes wide with surprise, but you nod. Your eyes flutter shut as he presses his lips to yours. But it’s not a tender first kiss, no. This is dirty, just like Tom’s always wanted, his tongue moving against yours, hands squeezing at your arse. You can feel him grinding his cock against you, how hard he is, and a little thrill of excitement goes through you at the idea that it’s you that got him like this.

“We shouldn’t,” you protest half-heartedly, “Tom… It’s a sin…”

“Love’s a sin? Didn’t hear that during the services,” he grins cheekily, lips moving to your neck, his hands traveling up the backside of your skirt, “Let me love you, darling.”

You gasp as he drops to his knees, pulls your knickers down, and begins kissing a trail up your thigh. You’ve never felt like this before, this desperate need for someone. And when Tom begins mouthing at your pussy, his tongue eagerly lapping at your folds, he knows he has you. The way your thighs quiver, the sweet little mewls of his name you let out, the way your hand twists in his hair… He’s the first man who’s ever made you feel like this, and he’s exceedingly proud of the fact.

He also intends to be the only man to make you feel like this.

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[cilliansdove]

PICK UP || tommy shelby oneshot

pairings: tommy shelby x fem!reader

warnings: fluff x angst

word count: 2304

summary: nobody answers tommy’s call late at night. Apart from one person.

a/n: This is my writing and I take full credit for it so please do not copy x paste/rewrite the writing. You may repost/like/comment etc. Enjoy reading!!

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Studying again.

I couldn’t remember the last time I had gotten a good nights rest because of studying.

It would be worth it though, for that fucking doctors degree.

Doctor y/l/n.

The phone rang, causing me to snap out of my haze, “Hello?”

There was a silence on the other line.

“Hello? Who is this?” I questioned.

Considering how late it was, it was odd for the phone to go off.

Although silent, I could hear someone exhaling from the other line.

As I was about to hang up, they spoke gruffly, “It’s me, Tommy.”

My heart skipped a beat at the sound of his voice.

As kids, we were close. So very close with one another. But when the war came about we drifted and his return home just made matters worse.

He was quiet. Like the boy he was when he got told off, he was quiet.

“Is everything okay, Tommy? It’s awfully late, shouldn’t you be asleep?”

“I don’t sleep,” he sighed, “As for you, I should be asking the same question.”

“I’m studying.”

The line went quiet. Again.

“I take it you still want to be a doctor then, ay?” He smiled briefly.

I hummed, “Yeah, I do,” I shifted in my desk chair and rested my head on the back of the chair, “What’s the matter then, Tom?”

I hadn’t called him Tom in so many years. It was nice to hear his voice, I will admit, but I was convinced there was a reason he called.

“Just wanted someone to pick up the phone. You’re the only one who did.”

My heart dropped slightly and I frowned, “Where are you, Tommy?”

“In my house. Arrow House.”

Of course. I smiled to myself. He had done well for himself.

I wasn’t at all surprised that he lived there. I suppose he did deserve it after all.

“Y/n/n?” He called out.

“Yes, Tom?”

I waited for what he was going to say.

“Come over?”

Shaking my head I rested my pen on the table, “It’s late Tommy, you should go to-”

“Please, Y/n,” he begged, “Please.”

Reluctantly I agreed and made my way to his house swiftly.

I was lucky. The streets were empty as were the country roads. I dragged my feet all the way to his front door and knocked twice.

Tommy opened the door. He looked awful. But he took my long coat and hung it on the rack regardless.

I only wore my night slip underneath, however, it wasn’t see-through and it was also long, like my coat was.

When I walked through the door he practically fell into my arms and buried his head into my neck.

Scared, I just decided to hold him and stroke the ends of his hair whilst rocking the both of us back and forth.

He grumbled softly, “I missed you.”

Tommy moved his head to look down at me. I wasn’t intimidated by his presence one bit.

Yes, he was the Thomas Shelby. However, to me, he was just simple old Tommy.

My Tommy.

Holding his hand I told him politely, “Talk to me.”

Slowly, he dragged us up the stairs of his home and into his grand bedroom where he sat down on the edge of his bed and made me stand.

In search of comfort, he wrapped his arms around my waist gently and I chose to bury my hands in his short hair.

I was glad to be wearing a night slip that covered all of me from neck to feet.

“My wife, Grace. Those bastards, “he paused, “Those fucking bastards, killed her, Y/n.”

My heart broke for him. Tommy didn’t deserve what had happened to him. Not one bit.

I felt a tear slip through my clothing, dampening it. But I didn’t care, not one part of me cared. Because he was crying. And Tommy didn’t cry. Ever.

“Hey,” I cooed, “It’s alright, Tom…it’s okay, shh….”

I gently rubbed the back of his neck and his shoulders slightly, trying to release the tension in them.

He lifted his face up from my waist and looked at me with such sadness.

“Lay down with me,” he begged.

I shook my head, “Tommy I can’t…I shouldn’t even be here.”

“Do you have someone, Y/n?”

The question took me by surprise.

“No. I don’t.” I looked down at the ground. At the grand age of nearly thirty, it was embarrassing for me to not be wed.

I was a few years younger than Tommy, and Aunt Polly had always guessed I’d grow closer with John due to the closeness in age.

And yes, both him and I are close. However, my bond with Thomas was one no other could compete with.

“Then lay with me, Y/n/n, please.”

I couldn’t cope with the eyes he gave me, and so I did as he pleased.

His body was completely tucked into my side as he grabbed my hips and breathed my scent in.

I tried talking to him with words as well as my presence, “You do your best, Tom. Your always there for your family, but they’re never there when you need them. I don’t get it.”

He gripped me just that little bit tighter, “But you are,” he looked up again, “You’re always there. I haven’t seen you for years but you answered the phone and you’re here now. I don’t get it.”

I swallowed the lump in my throat and simply told him the truth, “I have and always will love you, Thomas. Since I was twelve years old and you were fourteen, nearly fifteen, I think I’ve always loved you since. So yes, I came here when you asked. And yes I answered the phone. But I came here, because I never stopped loving you.”

A tear slid down my face and I was confused because I didn’t even understand why I was crying.

Tommy pushed himself off of me and sat up on the pillows. He was the same level as me now, but he gestured it was my turn for some comfort.

“I know you want to, Y/n,” he smiled, “Go on.”

I sobbed and moved my body down to rest on his chest. The tears wouldn’t stop flowing and I gripped his shirt whilst my leg hung loosely against his thigh.

I felt Tommy’s fingers tangle in my hair as his other hand rubbed my thigh gently. Then I felt it had moved to my lower back, and then to the curve of my arse.

His breathing was like a favourite song of mine. I could listen to it over and over and over yet I would never grow tired of it. It would lull me to sleep, but also make me feel so alive and comfortable at the same time. Like a blanket that wrapped itself around me and I didn’t need to do anything apart from cuddling myself closer into it.

And I did. I held myself closer to Tommy than ever before. And whilst my lips lay so close to the pulsing of his neck, I couldn’t bare to push them closer to his skin, for it would be a sin.

But I could feel his fingers, they weren’t moving now. They just held still on the curve. He was waiting.

For me.

Waiting for me…

He was like a drug to me, I couldn’t get enough. And the urge was overwhelming my senses and before I knew it my lips touched the skin of his neck. And then my tongue.

Before I realised, I was now laying on my back with his mouth against mine, melting and moving so gently against one another.

I pushed my hand against his chest in order to push him off but he grunted.

“Don’t push me away.”

I didn’t know how to respond.

I loved Tommy, but this wasn’t right. He was upset. I was upset.

“Tom, no,” I pushed him away again, “Stop,” I whispered.

He lifted himself off of me and moved his legs over the bed facing his back to me.

Fuck sakes.

“You don’t want me?” He asked.

Shaking my head, I sat up and knelt over to where he was sat, and trailed my lips up from his neck, to his earlobe.

“I’ve always wanted you…but not tonight. It’s not right to do this, now.”

He stood up and faced me, “Why not!?”

His impatience turned to anger and I frowned at him, “Tommy you need to take a breath.”

His breathing wouldn’t slow down and I stood up rapidly to hold him before he got any worse.

Tommy’s knees were buckling and he took us both straight to the floor, I was kneeling as his head was flat on my lap with his tears sinking into my slip again.

“Shhh…Tommy,” I whispered out, “It’s okay but you need to calm down now. I’m just trying to help you.”

Once I heard his breathing slow again, I pulled him up, “C’mon. You need to sleep.”

It was evident in his eyes that he was craving rest. And a long one at that.

I sat him on the edge of his bed and began to unbutton his crumpled shirt.

His bare chest was on show and I couldn’t help but stare.

“You like what you see?” He teased.

I slapped his shoulder gently, “Shut up,” I tried to hide my smile but it caved through. He smiled back at me.

Again, he stood up.

But he took both my hands and placed them behind his neck, and lifted me to stand on his toes.

“What’re you doing, Tommy?” I squealed.

“You’re not a very good dancer, Love. So I thought I’d help you out, ay.”

His hands trailed on my waist as he began to move his feet, swaying us and making me laugh.

“I could never get tired of hearing you laugh, Y/n,” he stated.

I smiled into his chest and traced the tattoo on his shoulder.

He put me down back onto my own feet again and I looked up at him tiredly.

“You’re tired,” he frowned.

I yawned in response and just continued to rest my head against him ,”Mhm…”

“You’re not going back home, Y/n. Not at this hour and especially not on your own.”

We stared at each other in silence but one of my straps fell of my shoulder.

The both of us went to lift it back up, making our hands touch.

I gasped at the contact even though we were kissing just mere seconds ago.

I moved my hand away however and he chose to lift my strap back up.

Too tired to walk, Tommy picked me up bridal-style and placed me under the duvet.

I smiled tiredly up at him, “I don’t want to be a burden, Tommy. Where will you sleep?”

“On the sofa, downstairs,” he leant down to kiss my forehead.

I felt his lips kiss the skin of my head and my cheeks warmed, “And you’ll never be a burden to me.”

He went to walk away but I couldn’t help myself. I sat up again, using my strength to, and grabbed his hand.

“I just tucked you into bed, silly.”

“Stay. It’s bad enough that I’m sleeping in your bed, Tommy. Please…stay,” I shrugged.

Giving in, he stayed.

I turned away out of politeness so he could dress into his nightwear, which were just a pair of boxer shorts, and he finally came into bed with me.

My head lulled forward as my eyes were closing quickly.

Holding my figure, Tommy lifted up my chin so I would look at him, “Come here, Love.”

He lay down and brought me with him, pulling my head down to his chest again.

As if it was natural to him, his fingers waved their way back into my hair, massaging the roots of my scalp making me more tired than before.

“Stop fighting sleep, Y/n. Just rest,” Tommy continued to massage my scalp, “I’ll still be here when you wake.”

“Promise me?” I asked tiredly.

“Promise.”

I leant up a final time to kiss his cheek. My lips lingered there a second too long as I could feel his lips slowly meet mine in a slow and loving kiss.

I moved both my legs so they would rest on each side of his, and ground my hips down, not meaning to push his cock.

He groaned into my mouth, “Not now, Y/n, you’re tired.”

“I know.”

We pulled apart and rested our foreheads together.

“I should’ve told you years ago that I loved you, Y/n. And I’m sorry I left after the war. Left you. But I just assumed that’s what was best.”

I smiled sympathetically, “It’s okay, Tom,” I kissed him again, “I understood. At the time maybe I didn’t, but I did after awhile. And I was fine with it. But I can’t leave you again, Tom. You can’t leave me.”

I began to cry again, and he stilled.

Pushing the hair out my face, he kissed me promisingly, “I would never leave you again, Love. If I can promise you one thing, it’s that.”

Tommy lay me down once and for all and rubbed my back as I was on my side.

“I love you,” I said.

“I love you too.”

My eyes closed slowly as I drifted into a sleep, resting against the man I loved.

What I didn’t expect, was when I woke, he was still there, but sleeping. Fast asleep.

I’d never seen him look so at peace.

Deciding to let him rest, I too, fell asleep again, to the sound of his soft snores and the call of wood pigeons.

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[hollandsangel]

WAIT WAIT I DIDNT EVEN SEE U HAD TOM REQS OPEN, BUT I'VE BEEN THINKING ABT A FAME AU SORTA THING AND TOM IS PERFECT FOR IT:

just sort of tom and reader sneaking around the pap to see each other, secret moments in crowded rooms y'know all that lovey shtick.

(this ones so vague im sorry 😭 however was inspired by 'paris' by miss ts)

this one is SILLY but i love her thank you sm for the req love!!!

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at first it was actually quite stressful, dodging cameras and wandering eyes, rarely leaving the house just the two of you and never touching in public, but as time went on, it sort of became a bit of a game. although you might have been getting a little too bold.

 tom is definitely getting too bold, sending you glances across the room where he sits with harry and haz, something bubbly in his hand.

you sit at a different table with a few costars, trying not to get too distracted by tom’s smirk and dark brown eyes. it’s hard though, considering the perfectly tailored suit hes wearing, accompanied by shiny cufflinks and his glasses after you’d begged him to wear them tonight. you feel a strange sense of triumph knowing you’re the one to have convinced him to wear his glasses, likes its just one more secret to add to the list. his hair is a proper mess, proper in the sense it’s styled to look effortless, but it’s tom, so of course it’s effortless.

you take a sip from your glass of water and lean in a bit closer to hear the story maude is telling a bit better, something about her latest play. there’s cameras everywhere, people posting instagram stories and journalists coming in from the red carpet, big cinematic set ups for the live stream about to take place.

you swear you sense him before he even utters your name, maybe you smell his cologne or hear his voice subconsciously amongst a hundred others, but suddenly he’s at your table, greeting others before you.

he says your name, feigning surprise as if you didn’t wake up in his bed this morning.

“i didn’t know you’d be here tonight,” he says, hand on the back of your chair. hes smirking, glasses slipping down the bridge of nose. you think you see harry gag behind him.

you smile innocently up at him, licking your lips, “tom! it’s so nice to see you!” you push your chair back and stand to give him a hug, biting back a laugh when harry mutters a curse under his breath and walks away from the two of you with full commitment. tom does the same.

a camera pans around the room from a few tables away and you begin pull away but tom stops you, whispering “coat check” before you separate.

you hear him, but keep up the facade, “it’s so nice to see you,” you fake niceties.

“you as well, i’m sure i’ll see you around, just gonna do the rounds,” he moptions a circle with his finger, nodding at the rest of the table before wandering off.

“i guess you haven’t seen each other since the movie came out,” someone across from you says, “lovely man,” they tell you.

you simply agree before excusing yourself to the bathroom.

it’s so juvenile, you think, the giddy feeling you get in your stomach from sneaking around and giggling with tom in dark corners like the one you’re in now, tucked away in the coat room, sneaking kisses and little touches when no one is watching.

“tom–” you don’t know what cuts you off first, your stifled laugh or his mouth on yours, “i have to get back to my table.”

he grips your waist so you cant wiggle away, grinning at you.

“we’re gonna get caught,” you’re kissing him back, so it’s hard for him to believe you really have to go, even for a second.

“not if you stop talking,” he teases.

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