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steve rogers with an authority/discipline kink with his wife 🥹

Cinderella’s punishment

More precious than rubies Masterlist

Ruby Garden Series

Dom!Steve Rogers x female reader

warnings: Dom/sub dynamic; established relationship; authority kink; bdsm; ssc (safe sane consensual); power imbalance; Dom Steve Rogers; dominant!Steve; submissive wife; discipline; spanking;

Your smile fades and your bouncy step with which you walked in falters when you notice Steve's stern face.

His arms are crossed over his chest, his legs spread wide in a stance he takes when debriefing his team. Or when he’s about to drop you into a scene.

"What time is it?"

The surprising softness of his voice combined with the most casual question distract you.

You open your mouth to answer, but pause. You have no idea what time it is. And in that instant you realizes everything.

"I don't know." You bow your head low in shame, admitting quietly.

"It's past midnight, Cinderella," he says. Despite the pet name his tone isn't playful. Quite the contrary, it's clipped and heavy. 

"And what time were you supposed to be home?"

"Eleven," you reply, hanging your head even lower. You hate disappointing Steve.

"And?" The fact you show remorse is good, but won't cease the punishment that has to follow.

You have struggled with that a lot in the beginning, but after a few sessions and conversations you began to understand how it works. 

A punishment always follows when the rules you both agreed upon are broken in any way. Remorse is appreciated, Steve is always pleased that you recognize your mistakes and feel repentant, but discipline has to be held so you can learn.

You sigh and sniffle a little, far from crying, but already sensing you may end tearing up pretty soon. 

"And I was supposed to call you when I'm leaving the party and how I'd be getting home. Or, if needed, ask you to come for me." You swallow hard.

"Did you do any of those things?" Steve always makes you talk. Makes you voice everything, not bottle it inside. Never evade. 

"No, Captain," you reply quietly, switching to the title he prefers when the dynamic shifts. 

"Exactly." Steve once again feels the cold worry creeping up his spine and then a flash of anger that followed. He's glad you got home safe, but for over an hour he was worried as hell.

He almost stormed out to seek you out. Was few minutes away from calling Stark to get a satellite track on you. 

"Eyes up!" He demands and you instantly obey. 

"You were supposed to call, but not only you failed to do so, you also didn't pick up when I called you.” A muscle in his jaw twitches and you tremble. 

“I take it your phone is in your purse, but you were having too good of a time to even notice it ringing. Which tells me that you irresponsibly didn't check your phone for the whole night. Moreover, you let some stranger drive you home. Not a cab, not your publisher even, but some other guest from the party I assume?" 

You nod at that, tears now filling your eyes. Shame and guilt lay heavy in your stomach. 

"What I see here, darling, is a heavy chain of irresponsible decisions in one evening." Steve’s voice is a whip of that Captain command that puts everyone to attention, you included.

You clear your throat before speaking up, your voice cracking with a suppressed sob - "Yes, Captain. I'm sorry."

Steve nods, but his face only hardens, eyes turning icy blue.

"Strip," he orders.

You hesitate only a split of a second. You places your purse on the coffee table then take off your dress. Folding it neatly and placing on the floor next to your bare feet. You slide your underwear down, placing the lacy items atop the dress. 

Knowing a severe scene is about to follow, you take off your bracelet and earrings too.

Fully naked, you clasp your hands in front of you, intertwining your shaking fingers. 

Though filled with remorse and awful awareness of disappointing Steve, your body still reacts to his dominance in a sexual manner. Your nipples stiffen, a flush of heat washes over you from the inside.

You cast a glance at Steve and notice the very subtle move of his hand. He points at the floor with one finger and you immediately drop to your knees as gracefully as you can.

Butt on your heels, thighs slightly spread, backs of your hands placed on your knees and head bowed low.

"Stay here until I come for you," Steve commands and then moves away. 

For a second you get a glimpse of his bare foot in your line of vision before he walks away. For a man so big and strong, Steve moves unexpectedly gracefully and quiet. 

Beyond your control, thoughts of Steve's toned, skilled body enter your mind. They don't settle in fully, because you’re all strained with the overwhelming guilt and tension upon the coming punishment. But just a glimpse of memory of his body over yours is enough to heat you up a tad more.

You’re not sure how much time passes, but it's long enough for your body to feel not only cold, but also heavy with guilt that lingers and lingers. Your thoughts focus around the evening and how you ruined it with irresponsible, careless decisions. 

If Steve was out and you waited for him at home, you'd be worried if he didn't contact you at least once. 

And getting home with a guy you basically just met at the party was so stupid! Though your own publisher knows Ryan, another writer, and has introduced the two of you, you should know better than to get into a car with a stranger.

You feel your eyes filling with tears, your shoulders trembling with barely constrained sobs.

You clench your fingers a few times to regain some warmth, but it's to no use. Your limbs tend to get really cold even on summer days.

"Cold?" Steve’s voice startles you. 

“Yes, Captain, a little," she replies quietly, keeping your eyes on the floor. He didn't allow you to look up yet.

After changing into more comfortable clothes and preparing the bedroom for what he's planned - and he had a lot of time to plan this out, over a whole hour filled with worry and determination to make his submissive wife remember to never act so irresponsible again - Steve came back to the living room. 

He watched you for a longer moment, noting how you slowly boiled with guilt.

He notices your fingers clenching, not in anger, but clear attempt at getting your circulation to work. Steve almost smiles - you always have cold hands and feet. And the tip of your cute nose.

But it's not yet time to show you softness, there's still the punishment you both have to go through.

While Steve enjoys immensely administrating little punishments, usually in form of a playful spanking, or edging, he never enjoys giving the real, sever punishment. 

He knows it's needed. Not only for him to express his disappointment, but most of all for you to work your guilt out, to let go off all the frustration at your own behavior and its consequences.

He walks forward, circling your body and standing in front of you. 

"You'll warm up soon enough," he says, his voice ls smooth and tempting, despite speaking of upcoming punishment.

"Now, you will get on your hands and knees and crawl to the bedroom. Slowly."

Steve's order strikes up a jolt. It's both dread for the oncoming proceedings as well a prickle of arousal. 

You don’t like humiliation, but when it's for Steve’s eyes, you can handle it. For your Captain. 

Trusting him to never push the line and administer only small doses of humiliation. And it's always only physical in a way, never even coming close to verbal.

That’s how it all started between the two of you - Steve saving you from the unhealthy habit of degrading yourself; of running away from something that could praise your body.

Taking a shaky breath, you drop on all fours. You bow your head, your hair spilling all around. You turn slowly and start crawling toward the bedroom. Slowly, like he demanded, but not even daring to put any sassy seduction into your moves. 

It's not about teasing him now, but accepting your punishment.

Steve watches you, then follows. He definitely enjoys the view. His beautiful submissive wife surrendering to him, your ass on full display. Soon it will carry some pretty marks, too.

As you enter the bedroom you notice the ominous presence of the sawhorse.

Steve never owned many bdsm furniture. There's a lot of various restraints and toys in your house, yes, but when it comes to actual furniture there's only the bed - so fucking comfortable for something so sturdy and adorned with loops for chains and straps.

Bed and that sawhorse. Dark wood and leather. Adjustable panels for legs and arms, as well option of lowering the main panel in various degrees.

You stop a few steps from the sawhorse, maintaining your position on all fours. You can feel Steve moving beside you. 

He crouches down. Runs a hand down your arm, then puts a cuff around your wrist. Slowly, he stands up and moves around to repeat the action on your other arm. Then moves behind you.

He slides his hand up your thigh and over your buttocks, but doesn't even knead it. Moving his hand back down your thigh and over your calf to secure cuffs around each of your ankles.

"Get on the sawhorse," this time Steve’s voice is a little softer, but not enough to give you any kind of reassurance.

As always when on it, Steve makes sure you’re strapped quite tightly, preventing any moves. 

You would be able to only receive and nothing more. Which heightens sensations. Any sensations - both spanking (unable to shake off the stinging) as well pleasure (without any movement to arch and writhe).

"Tell me why are you being punished," Steve asks as he walks around the sawhorse and takes a stand behind you at an angle perfect to lash your bare ass.

"Because I was irresponsible," you start listing. 

Right after saying your first fault, Steve lands a hard slap across your ass. You yelp, despite expecting it to come.

Quickly sucking in breath, you speak again: 

"I came back way past curfew-" another hit, leaving a terrible sting on your butt- "I didn't call you," third lash brings out your first tears. 

You sniffle, letting out a few whimpers, before continuing. 

"I didn't check my phone, failed to reply to your calls," merely four slaps in and your ass is already turning sore.

"I-" you choke a little- "I got into a car with a man who is a stranger to me." Tears streak down your cheeks as Steve strikes again.

His hand is always so firm, holding so much power. It’s astonishing how soft and tender he can be with you, how gently he can touch you. Not now, though. 

Now he’s spanking you terrifyingly hard.

"Good," Steve praises you. Still, it's not the soft, sweet like honey praise you love to hear from him. This is merely an acknowledgment that you listed all the right reasons.

Steve rubs his hand over your ass. He places his other hand on your back, caressing it. 

"We're not over, darling. You will take more."

"Yes, Captain," you reply through tears. 

Your head drops lower, both in shame and in fear of expected strikes. Suddenly Steve’s fingers weave into your hair and he pulls your head up.

"Keep it higher, love," his command is interlaced with gentleness and concern, "You're crying and will be sobbing in a few moments, hanging your head low will result in dizziness."

Hearing such concern warms your heart, bringing out even more tears that undoubtedly completely ruin your make up now. 

Steve loves you so much, cares for you so much, and you have disappointed him with such immature, irresponsible behavior.

"Soon, darling, you'll let it all out soon.” Steve keeps rubbing your back, cooing at you now. “Better brace yourself." 

Not giving you more time to prepare, Steve starts spanking you anew. Hard, heavy strikes, regularly switching between your cheeks, moving across both at once. 

He purposely lands some lower, where the roundness of your ass meets thighs and where it hurts more.

Like he warned, you bursts into sobs and screams. Unable to move even an inch, no wiggling off the burning and pain. You can only clench your hands and strain your feet. 

Accept it all. And cry.

Each of your wails is interrupted by a broken, "I'm sorry, Steve!"

You don’t count the strikes, too immersed in pain and acceptance, but Steve has everything under control. As always. He observes your body closely, not only the forming welts, but also how your muscles tense. 

When your head starts to fall down, he slows the pace of his hand until he stops fully.

"There, there," he he rubs your aching flesh, purposely harder to make you still experience the pain. 

"You took your punishment well, darling. I'm pleased." His words reach you, but you’re too shaken to fully bask in that praise. 

Tears stream down your face, dripping on the floor. Your nose feels stuffy and you keep on sniffling.

Steve walks over to the bedside table, takes a few tissues, a bottle of water and returns to you. 

Crouching in front of you, he brushes your messy hair aside. With a thumb he strokes your tear-streaked cheek.

"You did good, my love," he repeats and uses tissues to wipe the smudged mascara from your face. 

With a soft chuckle he wipes your nose, his heart swelling when you lets him do that without even a glare. It’s a small thing, but a sign of such intimacy.

"Now," he opens the bottle of water and brings it to your lips, "take a few small sips." 

As you drink the water, slowly settling down, Steve keeps stroking your hair. Then he puts the bottle aside, moves a finger under your chin and tilts your face up.

You recognize that look. Not cold anymore. Now his eyes shine with mischievous sparks.

It doesn’t bode well for a restrained submissive. Yet, you get curious and excited about what he’ll do to you next. 

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Chris Evans as Colin Shea in What’s Your Number, 2011

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steve's tight little shirts

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Chris Evans

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CHRIS EVANS 🌻The Gray Man Interview

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Throwback Thursday 📻

Defending Jacob - Sunday Today

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jensen ackles as SOLDIER BOY THE BOYS » SEASON 3.04 the glorious five year plan

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Revenge - Tommy Shelby

Summary: Reader takes personal offense over Sabini’s attack on Tommy

Warnings: arranged marriage, graphic depictions of violence, reader leaves a message written in blood, smut, creampie, light degrading, oral smut (f receiving), overstim, p in v, let me know if I missed any

Notes: I made this text post about protective reader and decided to write it lmfao. I want Tommy with a feral woman. Thank you to @slut4thebroken for proof reading, encouragement, and suggestions💖

MDNI, 18+ only

You weren’t quite sure how it had happened.

Scratch that.

You knew exactly how it had happened.

Your father and Tommy had worked out a deal when Sabini had first started trying to intimidate your father. A bride in exchange for protection and both of them walked away with extra allies when the inevitable war against Sabini broke out. You’d protested the marriage at first, screaming that you were more than just a political pawn for your father to sell when he needed help, but it went through anyway.

You had to admit, it wasn’t the worst thing that could’ve happened. Sure, Tommy was distant and seemed obsessed with work, but you knew you could’ve ended up in a much worse situation. He treated you with respect, never let you open a door on your own if he was around, always had a protective hand rested in the small of your back, and… the sex was great.

Perhaps the thing you appreciated the most, was that he didn’t expect you to become the housewife you had feared you would be reduced to. You were your father’s only child, meaning when he died, you would become leader of his gang. You were a gangster the same way Tommy was and he seemed to realize that and respect it. You helped out with the daily runnings of the Peaky Blinders and helped with the daily runnings of your father’s gang at the same time. They both recognized your potential and weren’t afraid to use it.

It wasn’t until you were sitting in a family meeting about a year after your marriage that you realized you had grown to feel more than just okay with the marriage.

Tommy was a closed off individual and through the entire year you had been married, you felt like you were just starting to finally get to know the real him. You never pried because he never pried in your life. If you had general questions, neither of you were afraid to ask them, but anything more was left up for the person to tell. You had more questions than answers still, specifically about the matching scars on his cheeks, but you didn’t dare ask. He hadn’t asked about the scar that ran from your right shoulder blade down to your spine, so you didn’t ask about his scars.

It was a common occurrence for Esme, Ada, and Polly to sit with you at one of the desks in the betting shop, whispering things to you during family meetings to fill in any gaps and answer any questions you may have had.

“Alfie has informed me that the Sicilians are being provided aid by Sabini, in the form of cars and housing,” Tommy started, causing Arthur to let out a loud groan of frustration.

Before you could get dragged into hearing any more of it, you turned your head to Esme who was sitting next to you.

“Sabini’s a prick, I know that, but what has he done to us?” You asked quietly, your eyes still flickering back-and-forth between Tommy and the rest of his family as they spoke about what to do next.

Esme began explaining exactly what Sabini had done. How he and five other men came after Tommy in the dark of night, how he’d ripped out a tooth, sliced his cheeks, and beat him to an inch of his life.

The rage that settled inside of you was your first hint that you had grown to genuinely care for Tommy as more than just a friend and (amazing) fuck buddy. Your jaw remained clenched and set for the rest of the meeting, but as soon as the meeting was called to end, you wiped the look from your face and forced a calm expression to take over.

You stood up and walked over to Tommy, forcing a small smile to your lips,

“I’m not really feeling all that well. You go with your brothers for a drink, I’m just going to head back home, okay?” You said, meeting his eyes so he wouldn’t have a reason to not believe you.

Tommy’s eyebrows furrowed together as he tried to look for any sign you were lying. You had been fine that morning and fine two hours prior when you sat down for the meeting, but he had no reason to believe you were lying so he simply nodded, placed a hand on the small of your back to pull you closer to him, and kissed your forehead.

“I won’t be out long. Ask Frances for anything you need, okay, love?”

You nodded and the forced smile turned to a genuine one,

“I will, promise,” you told him before stepping away from him and waving goodbye to the rest of the family.

Yes. You had truly gotten lucky when it came to who you had been forced to marry.

The entire ride back to the Arrow House, you were silent and going over your plan in your head. You knew you’d have to earn Tommy’s trust back after this, but you didn’t particularly care. You were a force of nature on your best day. You were lethal when you were angry.

Once you arrived back, you immediately headed upstairs to yours and Tommy’s shared room. The marriage may have started off with the two of you in separate rooms, “I’m called the devil, but that doesn’t mean I’m some sort of monster. You can sleep in your own room until you’re comfortable sharing a bed,” but it didn’t take more than a couple weeks for you to eventually join him in bed.

Damn those blue eyes, full lips, and that jawline.

You grabbed a small bag and threw the first set of clothes you laid hands on into it, then, much more carefully, a dress. You grabbed everything else you needed and headed to Tommy’s office next.

I’ll be back soon. I’m sorry for lying, but I’ll be back.

You signed the note and left it in the center of his desk where you knew he would see it, held down by his ashtray.

As quickly as you had entered the house, you left it, getting right back into the car with the driver Tommy had employed for you. You told him the name of a hotel in London that you knew was just outside of anyone’s territory.

The drive seemed to pass by too quickly and soon you were saying goodbye to the driver and sending him home for the night. It was barely 7 in the evening when you got up to your room.

“If there is a God, please let me get through this. I’ll make it up to you… somehow,” you said quietly.

The beading on the dress swayed loudly around your body as you pulled the dress on. The pins in your hair seemed to be extra noticeable against your scalp. The straps on your shoes pressed into your skin more than usual. The blade held against your thigh and hidden by your dress seemed to refuse to warm up. Your left hand felt entirely too light with your ring missing.

You knew it was only your mind playing tricks on you. You’d worn this outfit before and it had always turned heads, which is exactly what you wanted.

You needed Sabini to notice you.

You greeted the cab driver politely as you stepped in and ignored the way his eyes seemed to follow you a bit too closely.

The doors of the club were held open for you and you made your way to the bar and took a seat, knowing you were just playing a waiting game now.

You could feel eyes on you. The wife of Thomas Shelby in Sabini’s club, hours away from Birmingham, far out of Peaky Blinders territory or her father’s territory. You stuck out like a sore thumb, even if you would have blended in during any other scenario.

It felt like an eternity passed before you finally saw the man that made your blood boil, but one glance at the clock above the bar told you it hadn’t even been an hour.

“You seem lost. I thought we had made it clear that your kind weren’t welcomed here,” Sabini said once he was in front of you.

A charming smile graced your lips and you looked up at him,

“My kind?” You questioned, playing innocent.

“Yes. Your kind. You’re the wife of Thomas Shelby and I don’t appreciate him ignoring the last warning I gave him and sending you-“

“I wasn’t sent here,” you stopped him, lifting your left hand and pushing a piece of hair that hadn’t fallen back behind your ear, “and I’m not really a Shelby or a Blinder, am I?”

His eyes were drawn to your hand and noticed the lack of a ring you wore and he quirked an eyebrow at you.

“Is that so? I was under the impression the two of you were lovebirds.”

You pulled your bottom lip between your lips and looked away, trying to come off as shy. When you looked back up to him, you hoped the look on his face meant he was intrigued and believing you.

“Perhaps we could talk about it somewhere else… somewhere private?” You asked him, batting your eyelashes as you did so.

Gods help you. The smirk he gave you made your stomach twist and you wanted nothing more than to wipe it off his face, but patience was something you’d adopted a lot of.

“Allow me to show you to my office then,” he said, offering you a hand which you forced yourself to take.

He guided you through the club and towards the back. Some amount of luck seemed to be on your side as his office was behind the stage and provided some cover for any noise you might make. Even more so as you noticed a window just large enough for you to be able to crawl out of.

Once the door was shut behind you, he sat down behind his desk and motioned for you to take a seat in one of the chairs on the opposite side.

“Trouble in paradise, I take it,” Sabini said as he poured you both a drink.

“It was never paradise to begin with,” you replied, thanking him for the drink and taking a sip.

You had grown used to Tommy’s Irish whiskey and the bourbon he gave you wasn’t nearly as smooth going down.

“Was it not? From what I’ve heard, you two have quite the fairytale. Gang leader’s daughter married off to another gang leader, uniting two empires.”

“That’s not the way I see it,” you lied.

“And how do you see it?”

“A desperate father sold off his daughter to a desperate gang leader in an attempt for the both of them to gain more power and disregarded the woman’s wishes,” you replied simply, shrugging your shoulders.

“And so you’ve come to London for what?” Sabini questioned, wanting to hear you say it.

“Because I think we can help each other, Mr. Sabini,” you said, downing the rest of the bourbon and standing up.

His eyes followed your movements, his eyes trailing up your body before resting on your legs again.

“And how do you think we could help each other?” He asked.

You moved to stand in front of him, placing one leg over the side of his and straddled him, placing your arms around his neck.

“They trust me, Mr. Sabini. They don’t suspect me of anything,” you started. The shiver of disgust that rolled up your spine due to his hands trailing up the back of your thighs was one he apparently took as excitement as he gripped slightly at the backs of them, “I can tell you everything and, in return, I get out of my marriage once they’re all gone.”

“They don’t even realize the ticking time bomb they’ve got in their fingertips, do they?” He asked and a chuckle left your lips as a genuine smirk took over.

“They don’t…” you said, trailing your hands down his chest and then up your thigh, trying to make the move appear seductive. Your fingers wrapped around the hilt of your knife, “and neither do you, apparently.”

His eyes widened and he realized the trap he had walked into at the same time as you pressed the blade of the knife to his neck.

“I’d say that if you ever threaten my husband or our family again, you’ll regret it, but you won’t be,” you told him, unable to resist pausing for a touch of dramatic effect before adding on, “Never fuck with a Shelby.”

In the next second, you were quickly slicing the knife across his neck and flinching back as his blood coated you.

You knew your next move was morbid, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. It had been morbid for him and five other men to attack your husband when he was alone. It was morbid for him to rip out his tooth. It had been morbid for him to slice his cheeks. It was just as morbid for you to quickly and quietly clear off his desk, dip your fingers into his blood, and leave a bloodied message across his desk.

Revenge is a scorned Shelby

As soon as the message was written, you grabbed one of the coats from the coat rack and slipped it on, then crawled out of the window. The coat was long enough to cover all of the bloodied mess that was now your dress.

Sabini is dead.

That seemed to be the only thing you could think of as you were driven back to the Arrow House. It wasn’t the first time you had killed a man and you knew it wouldn’t be last.

But you hadn’t told anyone about this time. You hadn’t told anyone your plan, where you were going, or why you were doing it. You had also just started a war.

You weren’t surprised to see almost every light in the house still on when you arrived, and you made sure to slip the cab driver a little extra for the long drive.

You hadn’t risked staying in London longer than you needed to. You had gone into your hotel room, grabbed your bag, and promptly left, only taking the time to slip your wedding ring back on when you were in the cab.

When you stepped into the house, Tommy was in the hallway. All he saw as you stepped in the door was you, in another man’s coat, your wedding ring still on your finger, but your hair and makeup done much differently than it had been you had left.

You stayed silent as you stared at him with nervousness written on your face.

He put out his cigarette and quirked an eyebrow at you, a silent prompt for you to explain yourself.

Your silent explanation was to undo the tie on the coat and let it fall to the floor, revealing your blood stained dress.

“I need a fucking drink for this one,” Tommy grumbled, motioning for you to follow him. He guided you to his office and poured both of you a drink, handed you your glass, then sat down in his office chair. “What the fuck did you do?”

“Do you want the short version or the long version?” You asked, a smirk on your face as he looked up at where you still stood across the room.

Despite himself, he couldn’t help but chuckle and shrug his shoulders,

“Humor me. Short version first,” he told you.

“About a year ago I got married, and tonight I started a war.”

Tommy leaned forward, resting his elbows on his desk and running a hand over his face, “Long version.”

“About a year ago, I got married. Over the past year my husband has been nothing but a respectful gentleman, making it nearly impossible for me not to fall for him when you combine it with his fucking blue eyes that could bring the devil to his knees,” you started, feeling the hint of a blush creep into your cheeks, which you knew he noticed by the way his eyes flicked to your cheeks and then back to your eyes, “then today we had a meeting with his family where he mentioned Sabini. When I asked, his sister-in-law told me about what Sabini had done to him. About how my husband had been beaten to an inch of his life and brutalized, leaving him permanently scarred, and I knew I had to make the bastard pay.

“So, I lied to my husband and said I didn’t feel well. I went home, packed a bag, left him a note saying I’d be back, and went to London. I rented a hotel room where I changed into a fancy dress and did my hair and makeup, then I wrapped a knife to my thigh and slid my wedding ring into my bag and went to The Eden Club. News of a Shelby woman spread quickly and Sabini showed up to question me within an hour. I lied to Sabini, told him that I didn’t want to be a Shelby and that I had never wanted to be one. He took me back to his office and I sat on his lap and made him think I was about to cheat on my husband when I slit his throat and made sure he knew it was because of what he’d done to my husband. I left a message on his desk, went back to the hotel, grabbed my bag, and then headed back to our house.”

Silence filled the room for a long moment as Tommy stared at you. His eyes were unreadable as he watched you.

“What did the message say?” He suddenly asked.

“Revenge is a scorned Shelby.”

“Nothing about the Peaky Blinders?” He asked curiously, tilting his head slightly.

“No.”

“No?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“It wasn’t Peaky business,” you answered confidently, watching him just as closely as he watched you as he stood from his chair and came to stand in front of you.

“Was it not?” He questioned, taking the untouched glass of whiskey from your hand and setting it on the desk before turning back to stare you down.

“No. It was Shelby business, but not Peaky business.”

“Explain.”

“He didn’t just harm a Peaky Blinder. He harmed a Shelby, my Shelby.” Your gaze was unwavering as you held eye contact with him. You wanted him to know you meant your words. He was yours, and the protective touches on your back when you were in public and the way he intimidated and glared at any man who tried approaching you was all the proof you needed to know that you were his.

“So I’m your Shelby?” He asked as he took a step towards you and continued to do so until you pressed against the office door.

“Yes.”

“And that means you’re mine?” He questioned, his hands now pressed against the wall on either side of your head.

You could feel that you were walking into some sort of trap, but you didn’t have a way out of it right now. All you could do was be honest.

“Yes.”

“Then you should know something about what it means to be mine.”

“What’s that?” You asked, your breathing getting shorter as he lowered his face so it was level with yours.

In a second his hands were on your waist and he had you picked up against the wall with legs instinctively wrapping around his hips.

“My Shelby is to never come home wearing another man’s coat again,” he said, pressing his lips to yours in a rough kiss.

You don’t know what reaction you had expected from him, but being pinned to his office door and him kissing you hadn’t been one you had thought of. Your shock wore off after half a second and you returned the kiss as your arms wrapped around his neck to keep him close.

“You’re not mad?” You asked against his lips.

“At you starting a war?” He questioned, leaning down and beginning to trail kisses hastily down your neck.

“Yes,” you replied, leaning your head back to give him more access.

“Livid,” he said with no hint of joking in his voice.

“This is quite the punishment,” you replied sarcastically. A moan fell from your lips as he nipped at your pulse point.

“Oh, I’m livid,” he said, looking up at you, “but also extremely turned on at the thought of my wife slicing a man’s throat over me and coming home still covered in his blood.”

You weren’t given a chance to respond before he was kissing you again. Your hands came down to his tie, pulling it loose before starting to work at the buttons of his waistcoat.

He didn’t bother setting you down, only turned the two of you around and walked you over to the couch in the office. He laid you down on it and then pulled the waistcoat off before leaning back down between your legs and kissing you again once. His lips started trailing down your neck again while your hands went to undo the buttons of his shirt.

“Someone’s impatient tonight,” he teased as nipped at your skin again.

“You’re the one who pinned me to the door after I revealed I killed a man for you,” you replied in the same teasing tone as him. You undid the last button of his shirt and pushed the fabric off his shoulders, his undershirt following a second later.

He reached his hand to the side of your dress and unzipped it, pulling the fabric down your body while his hands grabbed hold of your underwear, stockings, and garters in the same move and pulled them off, leaving you completely naked underneath him.

He stared and looked over your body a moment longer before running his hands up your thighs and giving a gentle tap to your thigh,

“Up,” he said, causing your eyebrows to furrow in confusion.

You did as told though and sat up, leaving him enough room to lay on his back and pull you up to straddle him,

“Was killing a man not enough work?” You teased, not actually minding if he was going to have you ride him. At least it meant you wouldn’t be subjected to him teasing you when all you really wanted was for him to fuck you.

“That’s cute,” he said sarcastically, gripping your thighs and attempting to pull you further up his torso, “that’s not where you’re sitting tonight.”

The man was no stranger at using his mouth to make you see stars, but you’d never ridden his face before. You looked at him, the question obvious on your face.

“Seriously?” You asked even though you knew by his face that he was.

“Seriously. You were enough of a leader to go after Sabini, you’re enough of a leader to sit on my face. Up,” he repeated again while his grip on your thighs tried pulling you forward.

You did as you were told this time, shuffling forward until you were straddling his face. You weren’t given a choice of when to sit as his hands came to your hips and pulled you down, forcing your full weight onto his waiting mouth.

If there was one thing you were grateful for, it was Thomas’ ability to use his tongue and lips in more than just outsmarting his enemies.

His tongue trailed through your lips, his hands keeping your hips in place, while his tongue slowly explored you at first.

It had only taken a couple weeks for you to crack and make the first move on Tommy, joining him in bed one night when you’d decided you could trust him, and you’d been insatiable and addicted to him ever since, though he never complained. He’d spent the first couple times figuring out every move that made you tick and every name that made your cheeks flush and used them to his advantage at every turn.

His tongue was a gift with the way he knew exactly how to use it. He dragged it up and down between your folds, drinking in every bit of your arousal before focusing on your clit, alternating between quick flicks and long drags.

Tommy’s hands on your hips began guiding them, silently instructing you to take control. You didn’t hesitate in going along with what he wanted you to do and began rocking your hips. One of your hands trailed to his hair while your other went to lay on top of one his that gripped your hip. You hadn’t realized the volume of your moans until you felt the vibration of his moan against your clit.

Your hips jerked at the added stimulation and he hummed against you purposefully, his eyes never leaving you as your hips sped up, chasing your own high. Within moments you could feel it approaching and your grip on his hair and hand tightened, moans of his name falling from your mouth like a prayer.

“Please, fuck,” you cried, whimpers falling from your lips, “Tommy, Tommy…”

Your high crashed over you a moment later and you felt Tommy’s movements begin to slow down as you rode out your high, your chest rising and falling rapidly as you caught your breath.

You went to move off of him, but his grip on your hips tightened at the same time that his tongue started speeding up again.

Your moans of pleasure turned to whimpers of over stimulation and you squirmed against him, but he didn’t let up. Your hips jerked as you tried moving away from him, but all it did was add to the stimulation.

You could practically feel him smirking underneath you as he continued on, watching as your eyes clenched shut and you relented yourself to letting him torture you so beautifully.

If it wasn’t for the way your body was on edge from not being given any type of break after your first orgasm, you might have felt slightly ashamed at the way he was able to bring you to your second orgasm so quickly.

And then your third.

Tears were freely falling from your face when he finally slowed his movements to a stop and helped you to lay down on your back.

He trailed soft and slow kisses along your thighs and stomach to help bring you back down to earth. When his lips reconnected with yours, you returned the kiss, letting your eyes fall shut at the surprisingly tender moment.

“Next time you want to start a war, at least let me know your plans,” he said, causing you to open your eyes and be met with a smirk dancing across his lips, “and don’t doubt my punishments.”

You could’ve smacked the smirk off his face if it wasn’t for the fact he had turned your entire body into mush.

“Think you can be a good girl and handle one more?” He asked.

Your cheeks flushed at the praise and his hands moved to his belt and pants, pulling them off after you nodded your confirmation.

Once the rest of his clothes had been removed, he gently lifted your legs and positioned himself between them. He was gentle as he pushed inside you, but the smirk on his face from the way your voice cracked when you moaned was obvious.

The stretch was familiar at this point, but it didn’t mean you didn’t need the moment he gave you to adjust. When you nodded your head, he started moving.

Tommy knew your body like he knew his own after your time together. His hips immediately changed position as he started thrusting, making sure to hit the spot inside you that added to the ways your legs shook underneath him.

He leaned down and placed his elbows on either side of your head, capturing your lips in a kiss right as a moan parted through them. One of his hands came back to cradle the back of your head and his fingers tangled into your hair to keep you close to him.

His other hand went to one of your legs and pulled it up so it rested in the crook of his elbow, causing him to hit even deeper inside you.

The action caused you to let out a high pitched moan and you wrapped your arms around him. Your next moan broke the passionate kiss the two of you had shared while your nails raked down his back.

“Who do you belong to?” He asked, beginning to speed up the movements of his hips.

“Y-you,” you moaned out, your back arching underneath him.

“Say my name. Who do you belong to?” He repeated.

“Thomas Shelby,” you answered and dropped your head back.

“Good girl. You’re my fucking wife,” he moaned out. He sat up, using one hand to keep your leg up in the same position while his other hand went to your already over sensitive clit, “all mine. No other man gets to touch you, look at you, or even fucking think of you. It’s my cock that you’re whimpering over right now, and it’s the only cock you’ll ever be whimpering over again.”

“I’m yours, Tommy,” you repeated, your voice breaking as moan after moan fell from your lips.

“Then cum for me. Be a good Shelby wife and make a fucking mess on my cock just like how you made a mess of this war tonight,” he commanded.

You didn’t need any more encouragement from him as your fourth orgasm hit you, causing your back to arch again and your nails to run down his arms.

His moves start to become more sloppy and his pace sped up as he began to chase his own high, the feeling of your cunt squeezing around his cock only driving him closer to the edge.

“Want to feel you Tommy, please,” you moaned underneath him, “please, cum inside me.”

“Fuck,” he swore out. His hips pushing against yours as his high hit him and his arms came down to either side of your head again while he shoved his face into your neck, completely claiming you as his own while his cum filled you.

His hips slowed as he rode out both of your highs and your arms came to wrap around him, placing a gentle kiss on the side of his head you could reach.

Once the two of your breathing had slowed down to a normal pace, he moved to push himself up and your legs around his waist tightened along with your arms.

“Don’t. Not yet,” you said in a quiet voice.

“I’m going to crush you, love.” He placed soft kisses along your shoulders between his words as he tried warning you.

“I’m a grown woman. I’ll tell you if it’s too much,” you replied and began running your nails softly along the shaved part of his head, knowing the motion worked on him every time.

“Stubborn,” he falsely chided, but relented and relaxed back into your hold.

“Little late to the party if you’ve just worked that out.” Your reply causing both of you to chuckle. “Remind me to start more wars if it means you fuck me like that every time.”

His hand came down and gently slapped your thigh in response while a burst of quiet giggles left your lips.

“Stubborn and a brat,” he teased, sitting up again and carefully sliding out of you.

“Too bad you’re stuck with me,” you responded with a smirk.

“I don’t think of it that way,” he said as he stood up and wrapped his arms under your waist and legs before pulling you up into his arms.

“How do you think of it?” You asked him as he carried you across the hall and into your shared room.

“I think I’m lucky enough to be married to a woman who killed for me over a years-old attack even though we’d never even said that we loved each other.” He set you down in the middle of the bed before crawling in next to you and pulling you into his chest.

A bright blush rose to your face as he pointed out that you had never even said you loved each other, even though you had admitted to him earlier that you had fallen for him. You didn’t know how to reply immediately and you turned in his arms to look up at him, his arms staying locked around your waist.

He didn’t seem to expect you to reply though, because he leaned in to you, pressing his lips against yours. The kiss was tender and sweet, as if he was trying to communicate what your actions had meant to him without having the words to say it.

“I fell for you, too,” he finally admitted, “I don’t know when it happened, but I know that I realized it tonight. The panic I felt to see your note and to see you come home covered in blood. The anger I felt over seeing you another man’s jacket. The way I felt when you revealed what you had done and why…” He trailed off, looking down at you and seeming to try and memorize every part of your face, “You’re mine.”

“I’m yours and you’re mine,” you replied, leaning up to kiss him.

“I’m yours and you’re mine.”

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if you could do like a dumbification reader and thomas shelby i’d die happy please and thank u :)

Hi anon, thank u sm for requesting!! Hope you like it <3

Think Straight

Tommy Shelby x Fem!Reader

! Smut Warning !

Tags: Dumbificiation, P in V, Unprotected Sex, Cream Pie

"You just couldn't think of anything else, could you?"  Tommy scoffed, wooden door rattling shut behind the pair of you. 

Your linen coated back pressed up to the wood, a familiar set of eyes honing in on your own.

"Wanted me to fuck you, is that it?" He spoke, raising one complacent brow. His hands immediately found your waist, drawing your eager bodies closer to one and other.

An intense arousal simmered between your legs, triumphant in the knowledge you'd be getting what you'd longed for. You could resist sporting a smile, nodding softly in response.

"Tommy," You began, unsure where you'd even take the sentence, though before you had time to contemplate the matter, Tommy slid a single finger into your mouth.

"Shh," He hushed, "I've heard enough from you."

Your eyes widened momentarily, feeling the callous pad of his thumb roll onto your tongue.

Using the unoccupied hand to lower the waistband of his trousers, he released his hard length with a low, relieved groan, feeling you whimper slightly against his thumb.

You reached out a hand, impatient to have him against your palm, though he dismissed it with a hint of a smirk, "So eager, eh?"

Tommy wasn't wrong; you were. Despite his presence being right before you, it wasn't enough. It wouldn't be until he was inside you.

Sliding one vacant hand beneath your skirt, he pulled the sodden cotton of your panties aside, completely baring you to his touch. "Fuck," He uttered, "You're soaking."

You murmured something practically unintelligible against his thumb as it lay against your tongue.

"Do what you're good for a spread those legs for me." Tommy commanded, a blatantly clear sense of amusement laced in his tone. And it was driving you beyond wild.

You hastily obeyed, parting your thighs, curious eyes flitting directly to the piercing pair before you.

He seized his thick, bare length within his hand, angling his tip with your drenched, welcoming cunt. With a deep, gruff groan, Tommy slid right past your drenched walls, stretching your tight cunt.

Tenderly, you moaned against his thumb once again as he filled you so flawlessly. Your heavy lids screwed together with nothing but sheer pleasure as he planted his first thrust, rocking you against the door. You instinctively swung your legs round his pelvis, desperate to feel him further.

"Gonna fuck all the thoughts out that pretty little head, eh?" Tommy assured, the pulse of his tip hitting tauntingly in your soaked pussy as his hips bucked up.

Your lips sealed as his thumb slithered from the warmth of your mouth, grabbing handfuls of your behind with both large, splayed hands. Your head lolled back, finding rest against the door, teeth sinking ferociously into your lower lip. You clenched around him, squeezing his length as his hips jerked erratically, lips curving into a slight smirk at your noises.

"Poor thing." Tommy mock frowned, "Can't think straight can you?"

You whined with broken breaths, shaking your head less than subtly, mouth falling open as his thick tip striking your g spot in a perfect rhythm. You writhed a little as he gave your ass another squeeze, arousal spiking even higher.

"That's it, all you can do is take it, hm?" He teased, greedily pulling your heat against him with each escalating thrust, "Making a pretty little mess of yourself on my cock, eh?""

His words merely fuelled the sultry fog in your head, sopping cunt twitching around his shaft,

"F-fuck.." You practically babbled out, "So good.."

"I know," Tommy chuckled in acknowledgment, switching one hand to gently cup the flush of your cheek, "Making that perfect cunt feel so good, isn't that right?"

Suddenly, the very same hand was shifting between your legs, fingertips toying with the drastic swell of your clit, only enhancing your pleasure.

Your eyes couldn't resist but flutter shut, back hollowing an arch against the door.

"Look at that.. all fucked out." He taunted, entirely unable to do anything except lust over the sight of you, watching wildly as his cock brought you closer and closer.

His skilful digits didn't relent upon playing with your swollen clit, drawing the most intoxicating moans from your throat. His bare length twitched inside you with each following thrust, evidently losing composure.

"You want me to fill this sweet little cunt?" Tommy grunted, edging nearer and nearer as your walls spasmed around him, "Give you something to think about for once?"

Nodding, you uttered trails of quiet, messy 'pleases' between your shallow panting, feeling an euphorically familiar knot become apparent in your stomach, winding tighter and tighter as you were so fulfillingly stretched around Tommy's cock.

As the pressure of his fingers quickened against your sensitive cunt, the knot so suddenly snapped, body shaking as you were hit by the ferocity of your orgasm.

Your now over-responsive pussy quivered weakly, a loud moan escaping you, Tommy doing the same. With one faulty rock of his hips, a familiarly warm burst found your cunt.

Chest rising and falling rather dramatically, your breaths gradually grew steadier.

Tommy studied you intently, offering a proud smile as he snaked a hand upwards, gently tapping the side of your head, tutting, "Nothing going on up there, hm love?"

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Good Fucking Girl

A Curtis x Honey Drabble

Summary- 1.7k After the rush of Curtis being arrested, you want to give a more personal thank you.

Warnings- Curtis receiving oral sex. This is an 18+ ONLY BLOG.

A/N- @autumnrose40 mentioned giving Curtis a blow job after the incident in Chapter Twenty-Six and you know what, I agree. He deserved that. Also that Gif... fuck it's one of my favorite gifs. So good. Not Beta'd, it was spur of the moment.

Life Is Short So Make It Sweet Masterlist

Curtis and you barely left the bed that day, except for refills of snacks, drinks and the occasional pop into the bathroom. 

By late afternoon both of you were dozing, your book squished underneath you where you rolled over and Curtis’s glasses perched on his forehead where he was just resting his eyes for a moment. 

His soft snores said otherwise. 

When you finally stirred, it was later in the evening, your groggy blinks trying to focus on the darkening bedroom soon bringing everything into focus. Your yawn made you stretch, the stinging relief it gave made you moan slightly as you pushed up into a sit to take a glance at the time. 

“Damn… we really did waste the whole day in bed.” You whispered outloud with a giggle, feeling far more relaxed and at ease then you did this morning bringing Curtis home from lock up. 

Your stomach rumbled, protesting that you hadn’t eaten anything all day besides oreos, goldfish and tea. You contemplated going downstairs to make something a bit more substantial when you grabbed at your book underneath you and dog eared the page. 

You could just hear Curtis calling you a monster, in a teasing manner if he saw you. 

You set it aside to return to later, settling back into the pillows to face your sound asleep boyfriend. 

Tracing his relaxed features and plucking his reading glasses off so you could set them on his nightstand, you winced at some of the bruising appearing on his face from the night before. Your thoughts drifted to everything that had happened in a whirlwind of unfortunate circumstances. 

Assholes your mind filled in, knowing that their was no remorse on the drunk strangers part except that they were caught. Curtis though was enraged, you had only caught a glimpse of his face before Grey was tugging you away, but that moment was imprinted in your memory now. 

His eyes were narrowed with focus on who touched you, his lip curled in a snarl and teeth bared like he was restraining himself from ripping into him. His cheeks flushed red with pent up anger as his fist was curled tightly and that swing forward was measured, he was calculating in nano seconds where to hit for the most impact. 

You had never seen him like it and even now the image made your heart pick up, beating in a flutter of excitement against your sternum. Maybe you did have a thing for the ‘bad boys’. It was like coming out of one of your books, the male character going feral for his girl. 

There was no stopping the rush of arousal dampening between your thighs as Curtis slept next to you, unaware of how you were feeling. 

But you were willing to show him, the gentle eager nip to your bottom lip stifling a moan of appreciation as you inched down the blanket off his resting body, revealing inch by inch his muscled chest covered in tattoos and dark chest hair, to a softer belly, the line of hair tapering more as if leading you to your final destination. 

To know that he was willing to defend you, to get bloody and bruised, to unleash his constant control for you. It just added to the fire rolling in your belly. 

Thankfully Curtis seemed opposed to wearing clothes in the bedroom, always sleeping naked so you didnt have to worry about waking him trying to remove his boxers. 

Your mouth always watered at his cock, going down on Curtis was a personal favorite of yours, even when he wasnt hard for you, he was thick. His head making you wet your lips in anticipation as you eased over his thighs, letting your hands start to touch him, sliding up till you let your hand wrap around him. 

His cock twitched, making you smirk that even in his sleep, he responded to you. Your eyes lifted to watch his sleeping features while you let saliva drizzle onto him, making your hands glide on him. 

That earned you a muffled groan from him, Curtis’s eyelids twitching and heavy brows furrowing momentarily. Your tongue took the first swipe at his thick tip, relishing in how he felt with your tongue swirling around him. 

His taste, the smell of him when your face would get buried in closer and you had to breath him in, you love it, Giving Curtis head really did something for you, even now you had to grind slightly against him, working on dragging that aching little spot into his thigh just for that friction. 

Another groan raised above you as he shifted his hip, pushing in a little more to get more of your warmth. 

Something you allowed, letting your tongue flatten to glide him into your mouth further, you sucked shamelessly to pull your lips back up his now impressive hardness. “Y/N?” A broken noise sounded above you as a hand reached out across the bed to your spot, meaning he was still not really awake, not enough to know what was going on. But that was okay, cause you knew it was a matter of time. You let your mouth drop back down again, dragging him in further this time, his cock pushing against the back of your throat as you struggled not to react. 

His hand swept down his body, moving for where you were making him feel good, with the intent to wrap his hand around his cock but he met your face instead. 

That woke him up, his head lifting to look down the length of his tensing body to where you were draped over his thighs, head bowed lower to suck his cock off while pushing yourself down, this time past where you struggled, cause as uncomfortable as it felt, seeing him wide eyed in surprise and lust made up for it. 

“Fuck you’re really just gonna take me, arnt you Pretty Girl.” His voice was a rasp between sleep and desire, his hand finally coming to rest on a hollowed cheek. “Shit so needy couldn't wait to be filled.” 

You gave a smirk as you pulled off him, grinning as you lifted away enough to talk, your hands taking over for now. “Wanted to thank you.” 

His hand grasped the back of your neck to squeeze, nothing demanding but a way to relieve some of the pressure urging him to take over and just fuck your mouth till your lips were stretched as wide as they could around him. 

Soon, but not yet. 

“Fuck Pretty Girl.” Another shudder raced through him. “Christ Honey.” His eyes rolled while you sucked him back in, bobbing your head for even more. Your saliva coating him and your throat squeezing till you had to pull off with another gasp, Pushing forward to kiss him, really kiss him although you were a slobbering mess all around your mouth. 

“You made me really fucking horny Curtis.” You broke from him, to go back to his cock in your mouth, feeling him starting to loose a little control and thrust into your mouth, practically getting yourself off a now tensed thigh. 

“You're soaking my thigh already.” He rumbled while his free hand grabbed at your ass, pushing you harder against him to find that stimulation you've been needing. Your moan vibrated through him, urging him to fuck into your mouth without holding back. 

You were turning into a cock slut for this, your cravings adding fuel to the fire burning you. Your pussy clenching to be filled, and your arousal now slicking his thigh. “Thass a good girl, I know you can take all of me.” 

You could, youve shown him you could and with an eager twinkle in your eye, you did. Your hands braced against his taunt stomach, digging in your nails to steady yourself when his hand gripped the back of your scalp and started moving you harshly. “You’re so fucking perfect.” He gritted out, his other hand wrapping around the side of your face to guide you up and down. “The most perfect little whore for me, your got this Honey. Grind that little clit on me and get yourself off Baby.” 

Your own hips sped up, you were his perfect little whore, all for him and the rush it gave you, barrelling straight for your pussy and making you tense for the rush of it. Your moans turned into pleasured squeals around his cock, your eyes squeezing tight as your pussy fluttered and clenched as you came. 

“Good Girl, Good Fucking Girl.” Curtis praised, tapping your cheek enough to open your eyes dazed and heavy lidded, but you finally found his stare and wouldn't break it. He was still fucking your mouth and you added to it, humming with pleasure around him when you were able to. “Gonna take it all for me, cause you wanted to make me happy.” 

You did, your squirm on his thigh confirmed you did want that for him and his grunting got more wild, his curses falling from his clenched jaw and you let him move you, hold you on him as long as he wanted till your body started struggling against your will. 

“Fuck, I’m gonna fill you up Pretty Girl.” He spat out and another harsh pull buried your face into him, shots of cum quickly making you maon and struggle before he let your head go and pull back. 

Some of him dribbled on your lips, from the corner of yoru mouth but you couldn't help that. His hand let go of your hair, easing to cup your face and let his thumbs swipe the corner of your lips, gathering his seed and easing the tension from stretching around him. “You’re so beautiful. Thank you.” 

You were still panting but broke into a smile at how utterly satisfied and passionate he looked in the moment. “I am supposed to be thanking you though?” 

“Honey, consider it done.” He pulled you up his body, wrapping his arms around you while you settled on his chest, your legs tangling with his own while he pressed a kiss to your forehead. “So what was it, the fighting or the being tossed into a cell?” 

You hid your face against his chest with a defeated groan while he laughed, knowing he caught what got you all bothered. “Damn it, it was both of them.” 

Curtis lifted your face and caught your mouth, pressing his lips to yours in a fierce demand. “I need to invest in some cuffs.” He teased, making you giggle into the kiss.

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That smile 😚😊🩵💙