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hi! i'd like to ask a one shot on tommy shelby in which y/n is a girl in her early 20's who's his girlfriend. at times she gets jealous of the attention he gets from the women that surround him. even tough she tries not to show it, it sets her in a bad mood that causes her to be distant and easily irritated. he notices her reaction and confronts/teases her about it. this leads to a heated argument in which she tells him that in those moments she feels like she isn't enough for him and isn't worth his love. but it all works out and they somehow end up having a hot makeout session.

i'd like it to be angsty and with smut

thanks :)

Requested by the wonderful @diorrfairy

Thank you so much for waiting!!! I hope I got this angsty and smutty enough. Thought I was going to pass out at one point - I feel a little embarrassed but I hope this comes off as hot? Cold medication is a wild ride.

Warnings: mentions of drugs and drinking, fighting, blood, sex, really dirty slow messy sex, hurt comfort, sub space, hard come down, lots of crying and comfort.

God this made me really miss writing smut it's been a while!

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Thomas had a wild history of cheating. As his third wife (you counted Greta out of respect) and his youngest wife by far, you couldn't help but know what types of thoughts floated behind you as you moved amongst the crowded room.

There were women here who had known him a lot longer than you had, some clearly just as intimately from the way they embraced him. You knew that letting it visibly get the best of you would be just the same as smashing a glass and using the shards to slit your wrists on the center table.

So you put on a show, staying aloof and flirty with the men and women alike. You were smart which made you funny, and you were pretty enough to get away with your crude jokes, leaving you a huge hit as always. You would see the tactics women would use to keep his attention out of the corner of your eye, even though it was beyond tacky it still held enough power to place another drink in your hand. The more you drank the funnier you were and therefore more popular. Then you’d get sleepy, hit a line in the bathroom, and be right as rain again. This was a vicious cycle that was not unknown to you, even before Thomas entered your life, and these nights always ended the same. Big highs always went hand in hand with the lowest of lows.

You were a piece of arm candy in every relationship you’d had. Even your parents kept you as a handbag kid - the human equivalent of a pretty lap dog ,ment to play dress up and entertain. Everyone liked you because you could socialize well, people were entertained by the way you spoke about things. Used to say that you could make anyone on the planet laugh within a passing moment. Knowing how to set people at ease and win over their trust was a crucial tool in Tommy's tool box.

That’s all you were, a fucking wrench or a hammer - a step sideways from being a purse dog. Tears stung your eyes as you caught your reflection in one of the black windows. A very pretty wrench though.

You looked down at your shoes, and pulled yourself back together.

“Ah if you will excuse me a moment, the smoke is irritating my eyes” You gave them a blinding smile then turned hearing the group insist you come right back for more after.

You gripped the cold stone railing looking up at the moon. How on earth were you supposed to live like this? Why fool yourself again thinking this time would be different. Nasty thoughts started to swim in your head as your hazy mind took in the swaying stars overhead.

You were kicked into overdrive all the time. No resting, no time to be with Thomas without multiple pairs of eyes on the two of you. You knew why this was important, why Oswald and all these bloody parties were important. But within moments you were pulled away from him, and then the rest of the night he wouldn't so much as look at you.

It was so exhausting. Your husband seemed to thrive on no sleep, and women flying at him. On a diet of champagne and cocaine you were starting to wither away. Nothing about you was thriving.

A hand came out and landed on your hip pulling you out of your thoughts. Esme’s worried face came into focus.

“Look I don’t know if he’s paying you or black mailing you. But you’ve certainly held up your end of the bargain tonight. Come to bed?”

“No, everyone wants me back” You dabbed under your eyes to ensure no tears would streak your makeup.

“I don’t care what everyone wants.” Her lined eyes were wide and her mouth was set the same way it was when she told the kids off. “Don't make me get Polly, and don’t make a scene. Let’s just slip away, yeah?”

You nodded in response. God slipping away sounded like the first good idea in a long time.

Esme and you took a secret set of stairs up to the bedrooms. It only took a few moments for Polly to come up and find the two of you.

You knew they were looking after you but it was suffocating. People needed to stop comforting you, stop treating you like a victim, and stop fucking touching you.

“That’s enough. Please just let me go, I don’t feel up to this tonight.” You couldn’t handle a Shelby women gathering. You slipped into the bathroom and locked the door. You couldn't manage any jokes or strategies about all this. You were pushed too far, you were angry and had words floating in your mouth that would only hurt people. And they were certainly not the people you wanted to hurt.

“I’m down the hall if you need me, love.” Polly’s voice rang out. It had a warning in it that you appreciated but also wanted to challenge at the same time.

“Thank you” You grumbled and with that you assumed everyone had vacated your bedroom. You started with your hair, forcing yourself to take out each pin gently. Every now and again you’d pull your hair and make yourself even more angry. Thoughts spun out of control about how Thomas must be acting now his bombshell of a wife had disappeared. He didn't think you were amusing so he probably hadn't noticed.

You washed your face and started to get undressed. The bloody zipper got stuck sending you into a blinding fit of rage. Trapped in every goddamn possible way. You punched the wall above the line of tiles, you felt your fist sink through the wall. It's hard texture scraping the skin of your hand. You pulled your fist back staring at the hole in amazement.

“Should I worry you’ve got company in there?” Thomas was back and in his usual mood it seemed.

“I’m not like you.” You said quietly still in amazement, looking at the blood covering your hand.

“Jealous?” He scoffed “Did you see the future Mrs. Mosley. We have her right where I wanted her.”

“Ah I must have missed the part where her legs were open.” You quipped back without thinking, voice like sugar while you tried to wrap your hand in a towel. Everyone always thought you were cool as a cucumber, but here you were panicking about your hand, half dressed, angier than an escaped demon. Your vision was wavy and your head starting to spin. You prayed Thomas had enough sense to drop it.

“Well you did leave the party early. Who knows what type of fun you missed.” There was an obvious sound of humor in his voice that sent you over the edge. He doesn't find you funny, but making you miserable - that’s what gets him off?!

The red seeping through the towel wasn't the only red you were seeing. You fumbled with the lock on the door and ripped it open so fast the door knob surely made another hole in the wall. Your eyes locked on his shirtless form, watched the humor in his face fade as he took in your abrupt entrance.

“I get that you're not capable of caring. That I serve my purpose here in the grand master plan cooked up in your magnificent brain - that’s so above little peasant people like me. But you must admit that I'm trapped here against promises you made.” You were the type of person that got pushed and pushed, but when you finally broke loose on people - then you’d earn your title as the monster you really were deep down.

You saw the way your words hit him. His eyes took in the towel on the floor and your hand dripping blood on the carpet. He moved towards you ignoring your words which pushed your frazzled mind even further.

“Don’t you fucking touch me! Or I’ll bloody up my other hand just to prove a fucking point.” Your chest was heaving but his eyes were set in a way that let you know that each and every threat had to be chosen carefully because he was most definitely going to cash in on each one.

“Who hurt you?” His hands were like iron as they wrapped around you. Another place you were stuck. You wiggled trying to get free. “Fucking answer me, who put their hands on you.” He was staring you down barely an inch from your face. Somewhere deep inside you knew that you should tell him the truth, but it was too far in the mess to reach properly.

“Like you've noticed HOW MANY HANDS HAVE TOUCHED ME TONIGHT?” Everyone was touching you, hands on your waist, on your low back, hands on your arm pulling you from one group to the next. More men had touched you in this current string of hellish parties than the most experienced whore.

“Tell me what happened” His voice was steady and quiet. He was furious, and you couldn't for the life of you understand why. Why would he care if you’d bloodied your hand in a fight? He did it all the fucking time. Despite all the anger laying heavy in your bones, the attention of his fiery gaze made other feelings wash over your body.

“No. You don't care. Not really. So I won't tell you.” You hated how you started to break. You needed to fight him, not get sucked back into his mess every time he gave you a shred of attention. This was how you kept yourself trapped. You closed your eyes, escaping him for a moment, tried to force your lungs to work properly. He had you up against a wall and your mind easily slid into other situations that took place in this position.

“I don’t care?” He whispered, and your knees started to give way. Should be illegal to smell this good, to have skin that radiated so much heat, a body so inviting. His hand came up to grip your face forcing you to meet his eyes. Something about them broke your walls and you started to fall apart.

“You don’t think I’m funny or smart. The second we get to these things you're ripped away from me and ambushed by every pussy in the building. The rest of the night you don't even send me a glance. My age matched with your very public reputation make me a worthless joke, a lost kid. You don’t care or value me. I’m nothing to you.” Everything poured out in a colossal mess, tears started to prick at your eyes and you waited for him to end everything.

His mouth opened and you felt like your head was on the chopping block. This would be the final, critical, blow. Would he let you walk out of here knowing what you do about the business? Cold realization sunk into your stomach - this was probably a literal chopping block.

“Every time we go to these things, everyone wants to talk to you. You take all the eyes off the family. Not even Esme could make a fucking mess at one of these. Everyone wants to hear about your stories, your jokes, your political thoughts. I can’t keep up. People come and tell me that they always attend when they hear you're going to be there. Those women from before you, that you are so frightened off – know me well enough to question me on how I managed to keep you. Fuck, someone tonight said that it was a shame I dont allow you to publish a book or a column in the bloody papers.” He looked at you like you were being stupid while his words clicked into place.

“These are dark times. They are going to get worse. I need to know if you can't handle it. I’ll move you away from this-” His voice was barely a whisper and the thought of being “moved away” from him sent you into another panic. This thumb ran over your bottom lip and you bit into the pad of his thumb gingerly.

“There isn't anything I can't handle.” You spat defensively. You thought about the situation and only came to know he was telling the truth. Maybe he didn’t understand the extent of how much damage you have to take to maintain that persona. “Except I - I can’t - handle - you ignoring me. It makes me - I just feel - Look I’ve been here before and it’s never ended well for me or my safety.”

“I know exactly where it’s landed you before. But now you're here with me. I won’t let -” His voice cut off again and his face contorted, you remembered what happened to Grace - then realized that probably had a lot to do with what happened here tonight.

Guilt pooled into your stomach but you still couldn't apologize. Your throat was thick and the words burned too much.

“My zipper got stuck” tears welled up in your eyes and you tried to keep them back “And I was angry and I punched a hole in the wall.”

Your eyes were wet, heart hammering, chest practically heaving. He knew that he was the only thing holding you up, even in your anger your body submitted to him right away. His mouth was open and his eyes impossibly dark.

“How bad is it?” He whispered.

“Not bad enough to stop.” You said before moving yourself against him trying to meet his lips. His firm hand on your jaw wouldn't budge, causing a whine to escape your open mouth.

“I should look after your hand first.” He growled. His hands moved along your curves landing on your bottom. He picked you up easily and your face rested on his shoulder. He carried you back to the bathroom, holding you steady. It only took a few moments before you were naked. Every inch of your skin caressed by the electricity in the air between you. His hands hauled you up to sit on the sink while he picked up your hand. His trousers did nothing to hide the hardness of his cock, seeing it strain against the fabric pushed you too far.

By now he could see that it was just superficial damage, he kneeled down to reach under the vanity for the first aid kit. You grabbed his other hand and placed it where you desperately needed it. You moved his hand against your slick thighs into the hot mess of your folds. Finally getting the attention you’d wanted for so long.

He let out a delicious moan resting his head against your knee in defeat. You thought about pulling his hair dragging his head between your legs - make good use of having him already down on his knees. But it would just be tortuous, you were already too worked up, too needy. The pads of his fingers circled your weeping entrance then slowly moved up to your clit. Tears spilled over your cheeks, down your neck onto your breasts. He’d barely done anything, and yet your body was too tightly wound, already hypersensitive to everything. You knew that you had no chance of surviving a slow and drawn out pace, you were too fragile. It would break you. You considered asking but words were above you, as you could just barely keep oxygen moving in and out of your lungs. He had only one hand on you and yet you were in a fixated trance.

Words wouldn't work. You placed your foot on his shoulder and pushed him down on the ground. Sliding off the sink you made quick work of his pants, finally setting his throbbing cock free.

You moved yourself onto his lap wasting no time grabbing his swollen member. You ran the soft head of his cock through your wet lips, the muscles of your legs spasming when it dragged across your clit. You could barely support yourself in this position, but you couldnt last any longer without him. The head of his cock entered you, but before you could have your way. Tommy’s hands grabbed your hips preventing you from your descent. Your eyes found his and something hot like rage started to breed in your stomach. He held you in place tight enough to burse the fluttering muscles beneath your skin. Slowly he pushed into your walls stopping when he met the slightest resistance. It was pure agony as he kept his pace forcing your body open while your drenched core covered him in hot slick.

You couldn't breathe, there were no thoughts in your mind as your divine purpose consumed you. He wanted to break you and he was going to. You wanted for nothing as he took you. You were his and the peace of knowing he would use you as he needed washed over you taking all your problems away.

“That’s it baby. Let go for me.” He coaxed softly. His words wrapped around your skin like velvet and dragged you further into your trance. Your body made a filthy noise when he finally bottomed out. You were so full, a pulsing sensation ran through you as you felt your body accommodate him. The fiery heat from the situation soothed you deeply. He released your hips knowing you wouldn’t move without him. His hot hands traveled across the cold flesh of your torso before cupping your heavy breasts. His fingers rolled your peaked nipples forcing the air out of your lungs as your core quaked from the stimulation.

“So sensitive” His hands finally finished their journey. One hand settled nicely around your neck while the other spread out on your low back. You let him help you move forward. Your stomach dipped forward encouraged by the hand on your back. This position pushed him further inside you and you whimpered.

The firm hand around your neck was the only thing keeping you tethered to the earth, as he pulled out of you slowly only to snap his hips and thrust back just as deep. He fucked you from the bottom, slowly then gradually picked up his pace. Your voice became hoarse from sound you couldn't hear as he drove into you over and over. Your orgasm was building, muscles fluttering then fully contracting as it washed over you. It was a welcome release as your body poured out onto him. He had a steady pace and maintained it which you were grateful for as your body was nowhere near content. His fingers brushed down your low back causing you to shiver, slowly they made their way down to land on an area that had forever been untouched.

Everything was a slick mess at this point, allowing his fingers to glide over the tight hole softly. A few strokes, and the tip of his middle finger pushed against the resistance of your muscles. The sensation caused you to let out a deep moan which he took as an invitation to explore further. He pushed and stretched you till you were impossibly full. The thickness of his fingers pressing against the thin flesh his cock was straining against. Every bit of you was his, and he stroked, pounded and pushed until you were sobbing with pleasure. His grip on your neck tightened right as the pleasure started to become unbearable, the lack of oxygen pushed your body open to receive more, his pace was brutal but not as vicious as the way your body finally forcibly snapped shut as your pleasure peaked. His grip loosened magnifying the sensation so it was akin to lighting scorching through your whole body. Your body closed hard but he forced himself deeper yet letting your contractions milk him. The noises that poured out of him devoured you as you felt him take his pleasure from your orgasm.

You were beyond spent. Your body floating so far above reality that you couldn't remember how to move. He held you to his chest tightly giving you the deep feeling of security and love that ran right to your heart. His cock and fingers were still caressing the most sacred spaces within your body, and you enjoyed laying there in bliss. You had zero control, no pressure could put its weight upon you. Nothing could get you in the safety of his arms.

Eventually he pulled out of you, tears started again at the loss. This was so safe and peaceful you didn't want to leave. He gave you words of praise and encouragement that broke you down even further.

Your release and come down had ripped you apart to the point where all you could do was cry. He was very gentle with you as he got you both cleaned up. He carried you through to your bed. Soon you were under heavy blankets and secured by the heat of his body next to you.

He grabbed your face with his soft hands.

“Look at me, love.” You looked up at him but had no way to convey what was happening. Years of pain were being unraveled and rewoven at the same time. Somehow he pulled you away from this earth's gravity while at the same time managing to rip out all the thorns that had been embedded in your flesh.

“I haven’t put my hands on another woman since the first time we kissed.” He kissed your forehead. You thought about what he said ready to question him before you realized you’d lost control and uncharacteristically made out with him on the first date.

“I lost Grace, and yet God still gave me you. I’ll protect you, and I assure you I’ll take better care of you moving forward.” These were the words you didn't know you’d been waiting forever to hear.

At some point you sobered up enough to fall into a deep sleep.

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You were laying spread across the bed on your back when suddenly a squeezing sensation pulled you to consciousness. Light streamed across your bedroom and Tommy was next to the edge of the bed, wrapping your knuckles in white bandage. You watched as he carefully tended to your hand, a steaming cup of tea on the night table next to him.

Your body felt like it had been hit by a train, but somehow you were still weightless to the things that had been holding you down for years.

“Thank you” You said softly when he tied the bandage then placed a kiss on top of it.

“How do you feel?”

“Better than ever. I’m really sorry about -”

“Hosting a successful party, entertaining all our guests? Mindblowing sex?” He cocked his head to the side. “Ah the wall, I can assure you many walls have suffered abuse at the hands of a Shelby. It’s just a part of the job.”

You smiled at him.

“Not to rush you but there is business that can’t wait too much longer” He seemed regretful, but you knew what you agreed to. For once you felt sure that whatever it is you were up against. You were up against it as a team.

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Extra blurb because I can’t help it.

Tommy stayed for a few moments before leaving to go meet the others in the kitchen. You only had time to walk to the closet before Esme had knocked on the door and entered before hearing a response.

“Ah that lines up with the mess I heard last night.” She came across the room and looked over your battered form. “Jesus!!”

“Between the two of us I don’t think it was him” You replied cheekily and you both started giggling.

“I’ll take it you sorted out whatever was eating at you?” She asked seriously while giving you a disapproving look at a dress you held up.

“I guess most of it was from past relationships - I just couldn't see it clearly with everything going on.”

“Do you need to talk about it?” Esme gave you another horrified look before pulling down a black dress that was similar to hers.

“I think we sorted most of it out, but if it comes back yeah. I’d rather talk to you or Tommy than require a full blown intervention.”

“God, I was worried about you. You were starting to look like me back when they had me book keepin.” She prattled on poking fun at your situation as you thought back to the amount of drugs she was using at the time.

“Let’s just stick to whiskey?” You asked her and she nodded in agreement.

“Though your going to need something stronger than whiskey if your going to be able to walk without wincing” She laughed at her own joke but you were in agreement. “Tommy said you put a hole in the wall, that’s true eh?” You could tell she was checking one last time to make sure that you and him were not actually beating eachother up all night.

“That happened before he came up from the party” You answered and she gave you a nod.

You both descended the stairs slowly, before you made eye contact with her and burst out giggling.

“We don't have all morning!” Polly shouted up from the kitchens. You both went into the kitchens with red faces and calmed down as the meeting progressed.

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