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He's a fucking handsome man!!!!🛐
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mcumorningstar · 2 days
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A Rose By Any Other Name || Part I
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series pairing: tommy shelby x reader, hints of john shelby x reader, hints of tommy x lizzie
summary: Resigned to a life as a whore, the infamous Shelby brothers find you in a compromising position and you apprehensively accept their protection. (Set in s2).
warnings: 18+ minor’s dni, prostitution, 1920s attitudes toward women and prostitution (physical and verbal aggression), unprotected sex, alcohol consumption, typical peaky blinders content
author’s note: I was bored and it’s missing Tommy Shelby hours (he’s so fit I can’t cope). This is kinda short but I’m hoping to make it a series. Also this is the first fic so if anyone reads please be nice :)
Work was a little more bearable if they fucked you from behind.
That way you could imagine the man rutting into you was a handsome actor like Tom Mix or Rudolph Valentine, or even a dashing soldier in his uniform, and not some brutish married factory foreman after too many drinks in The Garrison.
“Mhm fuck,” The nameless man grunted, pulling out and painting splatters of his cum on the backs of your thighs. Whiskey-laced breaths evened out against your skin and his grip on your neck loosened.
You didn’t look at him as the pair of you redressed, only thinking about the money now in your purse. From his clothes, you could deduce that he worked in the BSA factory but he was too clean to work on the factory floor. It was more than you usually knew about your clients and, when he opened his mouth to speak, you winced.
“Does Harry know you’re whoring behind his pub?” The man laughed, slurring his words and pulling his suspenders over his shoulders.
Ignoring him, you fixed your dress and tidied your hair. The brute wrapped his meaty fingers around your jaw and pulled you into him. He was probably quite handsome in his youth.
“Too high and mighty to open your fucking mouth?” He goaded, squashing your cheeks between his calloused fingers, “How much for your mouth?”
Noise from the pub spilled out into the streets, raucous men wasting their wages on cheap liquor. Any plea for help would be futile. Even if they could hear you, a whore caught behind the pub with a man was hardly worth a second look.
“You’re hurting me,” A weak croak escaped your rouge-smudged lips. It was a gift from one of your regulars but maybe wearing it at the local pub was a mistake.
“On the house?” He sneered, yellow teeth and thinning hair visible in the dark of the alley. With an iron grip, he pushed you to your knees, the thick mud and jagged stones cutting into your skin.
Aggressive clients were an unfortunate commonality but, whenever it happened, it was as frightening as the first time.
The scratch of a match drew you from your panicked stupor, crowded against the grimy brick wall.
Light from The Garrison illuminated the alleyway as the backdoor opened and slammed shut, casting the alley into darkness again. Your breath caught in your chest, your fate no longer in your own hands as you silently pleaded for the stranger's presence to startle the man.
A shadow appeared on the wall from the man’s lit cigarette. A Peaky Blinder. Shit.
The man above you stepped back, his eyes on the man’s shadow as it tripled. His jaw tightened before he dragged you to your feet. The commotion caught the three brothers’ attention, their hushed conversation halting.
Thomas Shelby’s scrutinising gaze fixed on you until the man excused himself and hurried out of the alley onto Garrison Lane.
John and Arthur Shelby chuckled, nudging one another and failing to hide their smirks. Whiskey dripped from Arthur's moustache and John's tooth pick hung from the corner of his mouth.
With flushed cheeks, you brushed the tiny and blood-smeared stones from your knees and righted your skirt.
Deep blue eyes didn’t falter, pinning you to the spot.
“Is Lizzie still inside?” You asked meekly, attempting and failing to meet Thomas Shelby’s eyes.
Thick fingers ran his cigarette across his pink lips, taking another drag as his gaze assessed you. Fighting the urge to touch your hair or tug your lip between your teeth, his eyes finally broke away from you and it seemed his assessment of the situation was complete.
You were aware of one another, only by association. Lizzie was now Thomas’ secretary and she dragged you to The Garrison whenever she could. The Shelby brothers acknowledged your presence, as Lizzie’s friend, and they will look out for you as a favour to her.
Arthur broke the silence, his gruff voice full of cheek, “Yeah, talking to a BSA worker. Your fella outranks hers. Does that mean you can charge more?”
For men who frequently pay for whores, they were at ease to laugh at your expense.
It was the middle brother who spared you, snatching the whiskey from the eldest and offering you a swig. Against your better judgment, you took the bottle and swallowed a mouthful or two.
“Don’t worry, his cock went nowhere near my mouth,” You spat with no real bite behind it, “Didn’t want to take the piss with his shallow pockets.”
John and Arthur stood in stunned silence, their cheeks reddening and their eyes averting away from you. A wiser woman may have kept her mouth shut but you were banking on Lizzie to save you from any potential consequences. And you were humiliated, what else did you have to lose?
Thomas took a drink from the bottle before handing it back to his older brother. His deep Brummie lilt travelled through the silence, “We’ll drive you home.”
Without waiting for a response, he headed onto Garrison Lane and the brothers looked at one another, dumbfounded. You weren’t in the business of saying ‘no’ to a Blinder, especially not the Blinder, and especially not after your spiteful words. With shaky legs and sweaty palms, you followed the brothers.
A brand new Bentley was parked in front of The Garrison. Thomas held the passenger door open, finishing his cigarette. Arthur and John wrestled until Arthur manhandled his younger brother into the backseats, releasing his neck from a firm headlock.
Stepping back, Arthur motioned you towards the backseat but Thomas cleared his throat. The two brothers shared a moment of unspoken disagreement.
“I’ll sit in the back. I don’t mind,” You said as if your voice wasn’t yours. Three gangsters within arms reach was more than enough to set your nerves on edge.
“It’s alright, sweetheart. Just a chair,” Arthur grumbled with a soft and crooked smile, as he clambered into the back with a more than delighted John. Smiling politely, you took the passenger seat.
This was your first time in an automobile. Thomas started the engine and glanced over when you crossed your legs, unsure how to sit lady-like in the confined space.
Your skirt rode up as you got comfortable and your grazed knee was exposed. Thomas kept his eyes on the road as he reached into the breast pocket of his suit jacket, handing over a white hanker-chief with a small embroidered T.S in the bottom corner.
Opening your mouth to protest, Thomas cleared his throat and focused on the drive. A silent order to accept the offer. Carefully you dabbed at the small trickles of blood, staining the white fabric, until all that was left was raw, grazed skin.
Thankfully, the drive to your lodgings wasn’t quiet; in fact John and Arthur talked your ear off as they passed the bottle of whiskey between them. You didn’t have much to say, mortified by the situation they found you in and frankly a little terrified to be in a car with the Shelby brothers in the first place.
Thomas was quiet. Lizzie said he’s been like that since he got back from France, but his silence was unnerving as you sailed through the streets of Small Heath.
“You live with Lizzie?” John asked as the car pulled in outside your lodgings and the engine cut. Clumsy hands gripped the back of your seat as he leaned over the front seats to smile at you.
Lizzie said John was a good boy, the best of a bad bunch. Nevertheless, blood rushed in your ears and your fisted the material of your dress at his proximity and hot whiskey breath.
Thomas sighed and lit a cigarette, surprising you when he got out of the car. Plumes of smoke followed him as he rounded the car and opened your car door.
“Yes, I- There’s three of us,” You answered, your scuffed brown heels stepping onto the uneven cobblestones.
“Three whores living together? Sounds like the start of a joke,” John laughed, his tooth pick long gone, and you were pleasantly surprised by the lack of insult in his voice.
“Or a very nice dream,” Arthur chuckled along too, his deep voice at full volume making you jump. With his brother distracted by you and the bottle, John scrambled into the front seat.
Arthur's swift smack to the back of John’s head echoed in the quiet of the street. A small smirk twitched at Thomas' lips but you averted your eyes before he noticed you watching.
"Lizzie is a secretary now, John," You played along, most comfortable with the younger brother. John's shining eyes were glued to you as you searched for your door key.
Arthur scoffed and mumbled against the lip of the bottle, "Yeah, Tommy's secretary." Nobody acknowledged the insinuation that hung in the air.
Opening your front door, you turned to the three men, slightly less afraid than you once were, "Thank you for driving me home. Goodnight."
"Night love," John and Arthur responded; Arthur's deep grumble and John's cheery lilt. They turned their attention back to the whiskey, fighting over it like children.
Before you shut the door, Thomas stepped closer to you, exhaling smoke through his nose. Did he want to come in? Payment for the lift home? Or, payment for the lift home? Whatever it was, your stomach felt like you swallowed a tonne of lead.
"Is everything okay, Mr Shelby?" Your voice carried between you, like a dainty flower ready to wilt.
"Tell Lizzie," He began, his cigarette hanging from his lips as he reached into his pocket, "That she's to come to work early tomorrow."
Folded paper money appeared from his pocket and suddenly the wad of cash was in your palm.
"Is- Is this for Lizzie?" You stuttered, blushing like a maiden at your suggestion. There was something heart-stopping about being the subject of Thomas Shelby's arresting gaze.
Thomas raised an eyebrow at you, taking his cigarette between his fingers and looking you up and down. Shit, was that the wrong thing to say? The Peaky Blinders never harmed women but that wasn't a comfort as you stood in front of him.
"Come on Tommy! It's fucking freezing!" Arthur yelled from the car. Thomas ignored him and threw his cigarette to the pavement.
"It's yours,” He said as if it was obvious, “Whores working behind The Garrison is bad for business."
That bastard! Lizzie told you all about her sessions with Thomas Shelby. Prostitution is only acceptable when he's doing the fucking?
"I'm not a charity nor a bookie you can bribe Mr Shelby," You pressed the money to his chest, "Save your white knight persuasion for Lizzie. Goodnight."
The sound of John and Arthur's laughter disappeared behind the wooden door, as you slammed it in Thomas' face. Muffled conversation between the brothers carried into the house, relieving you once the car drove away.
You had only been in your bedroom for a moment before gentle footsteps hurried across the landing.
"Is everything okay? I saw the Bentley parked outside," Thelma's brows were furrowed and she pulled her robe taunt against her body, peering into your bedroom.
"Yes," You nodded, slightly out of breath from your racing heart, "The Shelby brothers drove me home."
Thelma's jaw dropped, "With- Is Lizzie with you?"
Shaking your head, you draped your bag over the railing of your bed frame and unpinned your hair in front of the mirror.
"They said she was flirting with a BSA man. Caught me on my knees behind The Garrison," You flushed, failing to keep a straight face. Thelma burst into a fit of giggles.
Through the mirror, you saw her covering her mouth with her hand to stifle her amusement. You turned to face her, giggling at the ridiculousness of it.
"I'm sorry I don't mean to laugh," She sat at the bottom of your bed, as you unlaced your dress.
Living with other women was a comfortable situation but living with other whores was even more so. Who else would you go to for a second opinion if you thought you had the clap?
Your dress fell to the floor in a ripple of fabric and your heels were kicked off, "No it is funny. John is sweet. Arthur was drunk and loud.."
"..and Thomas?" Thelma goaded with a teasing grin.
"I slammed the door in his face," You winced and Thelma gasped," Do you think Lizzie will be mad at me? I couldn't help myself."
As much as Lizzie protested, it was glaringly obvious that she was in love with Thomas Shelby. When he started meeting with her on a regular basis, her heavy pockets and orgasmic bliss clouded her judgement. It would be hard for any of you to not fall in love with a client who makes you cum. Now she was his secretary but nobody was disillusioned by that title and, after a few drinks, she giddily confirmed that he bent her over his desk semi-regularly.
If you didn’t know better, you’d think that he loved her too but a man like Thomas Shelby was not bound by such silly notions.
Thelma giggled with a warm smile, "The sun shines out of his cock as far as she's concerned, but she’ll get over it.”
Giggling along, you hoped that Lizzie would be a few drinks in and find the whole ordeal hilarious...
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rysko · 1 day
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This, but as Peaky Blinders
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did this instead of going to sleep, bon apetit
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zablife · 1 day
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Lovefool (sneak peek)
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Tommy x gf reader
Summary: An infatuated Tommy finds his gf in a state of confusion, leading him to question her devotion. Will she say she loves him and not another?
Author's Note: Requested by @runnning-outof-time who asked for a story set in the room pictured above. Image credit goes to K for that lovely image in the center of the moodboard!
“Please, don’t,” you shook your head softly as Tommy began to reach for you. 
“What’s wrong, eh?” he asked, voice gentle as he noted your puffy lower lip, swollen from your incessant biting. He’d come to notice it was a nervous habit of yours, but one that made you even more attractive. He would have kissed your ruby red lips if you hadn’t looked so distressed.
“Father says I ought to consider my options for the future. I’m afraid that no longer includes you.”
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eriklehnsherryes · 17 hours
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Peaky Blinders | 3.06
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viesanterieures · 2 days
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me: "i don’t have a type in men"
the guys i find hot:
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sinsirellaxx · 2 days
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The force that is Thomas Shelby
Y/N angrily paced back and forth in the dark bedroom, her plush bottom lip an angry red as she kept biting it – her trembling hands massaging her temples in vain. She knew it had been a mistake. She had always known that she would come to regret it one day. She hadn't even wanted to – but she couldn't resist the older woman. Everything she had said, every promise she had made had blinded her and convinced her to reluctantly agree. "There is worse evil out there. If you want to be protected – if you want to be safe ... then this is it. You are a beautiful young girl Y/N. And Small Heath is a cruel place for an innocent thing such as you." What could happen, right? At first she had still been scared of the male. They had never talked much – oh how she wished it had been one of the other brothers – but slowly he opened up. Bit by bit. He started talking to her more frequently. His eyes did not seem as cold anymore whenever they were directed at her. The first few weeks of their marriage he had taken it slow. He did not wish to spook her – she was such a fragile little thing. He had given her enough space to get used to Arrow House. Hadn't even touched her the first few days because of the way her whole body trembled when he tried to get close the first night. He had seemed so understanding. With each passing week – each passing day – she grew fonder of the male. And the more she showed her affection, the more the male relaxed around her – freely showing the affection and attraction he felt towards the girl. She didn't have to know that he had been intrigued ever since laying his icy eyes on her.
Y/N had just realized her growing feelings for the man a few days prior to this moment – she had been so happy and ready to embrace him with her whole being.  Walking towards his office with quiet steps and her heart beating out of her chest in the middle of the night in search of her husband she had come to a halt when she had heard his deep voice.
Curiosity and worry had etched onto her face as she listened closely. He wanted to meet up with someone. He would be waiting he had said. Grace, he had said. All kinds of thoughts clouded her mind as she quickly walked back to their room, her heart aching painfully as it anticipated the worst. Quickly climbing under the covers she closed her eyes, trying to even out her breath and pretending to sleep when she heard the door to their bedroom open.
On said day she had followed him to an apartment and watched as anoher woman walked into to building a while after him. The light of one of the rooms she could see from outside turned on and her eyes widened as she watched her husband passionately kiss the small blonde woman.
Y/N had stormed back home after witnessing her husband's infidelity. Tears streaming down her reddened cheeks while sobs racked her whole body.
She had spent a good hour crying and pacing, her eyes swollen and puffy. Her chest tight and suffocating.
She did not know what to do. Should she confront him? But what for? All she knew was that she could not stay in their home. His home. Rushing to her wardrobe she grabbed one of her bags and stuffed it with some of her necessities, her own savings and her favorite accessories. Grabbing the keys to her own small bakery – the only thing that belongs to just her – she rushed out of the room. She silently begged for Francis to be asleep, for she knew where the loyalties of the older woman lie. After checking her surroundings she rushed to the front door, grabbing her coat and her boots before stepping out of the house – and with that, she left Arrow House without looking back.
Thomas Shelby had left the apartment with a heavy feeling in his chest. The thought of your beautiful face, your kind eyes and your soft smile had plagued him throughout the night. He was surprised he pulled through with his passionate affair with Grace – but with the whiskey in his system he did not have to worry too much about consequences and repercussions. Getting out of his car the tired male walked up the stairs to his estate, guilt tearing at his insides as he opened the door. He walked straight up the stairs, coat still on as he wanted to – no needed to reach his bedroom, where he was sure his little wife would be sleeping peacefully. He opened the door as quietly as possible while removing his cap from his head. Sighing softly, he pushed the door open, his eyes immediately landing on the empty bed. He frowned as he walked into the center of the room, turning to look at every corner – until his eyes landed on the open wardrobe, taking notice of the lack of clothes and the missing duffle bag. He cursed under his breath before storming out of the bedroom. "Y/N!" He yelled as he went to open every single door, checking every guest bedroom, every bathroom and even the kitchens. "Y/N!" He yelled louder, his throat already feeling raw from the amount of force he used to shout.
He heard a door open and rushed footsteps coming towards him, causing him to quickly walk out of the kitchen in hopes of finding his wife. However, he was disappointed to see one of the maids. "Where is my wife?" He managed to grit out through his teeth.
Francis appeared right behind the younger maid and put her hand on the scared woman's shoulder. "She walked out shortly before you arrived Mr. Shelby." Although she spoke softly, her voice vibrated painfully in the man's ears. "What do you mean she walked out, eh? Why didn't you stop her?!" His voice boomed towards the end of his question, his rough hand pushing through his hair as the quickly turned around to rush out of the house. The woman's explanation could wait. He needed to find his wife first.
He had been driving for a while, his grip on his steering wheel growing tighter with each passing moment. She couldn't have gone too far. It did not make sense. The thought of his wife running away with someone else briefly passed his mind, deepening the angry frown on his face. She could never. His wife was too naïve – too pure. Yet the thought didn't leave him alone, causing him to drive faster.
He stopped a few meters away from the small shop, stepping out of the car. His steps heavy and confident as he walked towards the building. He knew she had nowhere else to go. If she did not run away with someone this is the only place she would go to in the middle of the night. His footsteps grew quicker as he noticed the faint light peeking out from behind the drawn blinds. Coming to a halt in front of the door he did not waste another second before he carefully tried to push the door open. He wasn't sure if he should be disappointed, worried or glad that Y/N had forgotten to lock the door – but that was not of importance in that moment. He pushed the door open carefully scouting the room – looking for his wife. The shop itself was clear, which meant that she had to be in the kitchen or the backroom. He closed the door quietly and locked it with the key that was on the door. Pocketing the key he walked through the shop to the backroom. He could vaguely hear sniffling coming from behind the door, which sent a pang of guilt and worry through his chest. Something must have happened. Tommy briefly wondered if she knows but it couldn't be – right?
He opened the door of the backroom and stepped inside, his sudden appearance causing her to flinch and scramble to her feet with a silent gasp. The moment her eyes met his her whole body visibly shuddered in a mix of emotions. Tommy watched his wife with a stoic face. Waiting for her to make a move. To say something. He blinked slowly as the silence between them weighed heavy and although he is a patient man it seemingly did not apply to this exact situation. "What are you doing here in the middle of the night?" He mumbled while raising his brow as he stared pointedly at her. His voice low. He watched her open and close her pretty lips, desperately trying to say something – to look for an excuse. Before she could come up with something to say he motioned to the duffle bag in the corner of the room. "What is that for?" His eyes never left her as he watched her squirm, her hand playing with the sleeve of her blouse. "Where you planning on leaving me?" He spit out as he stalked closer to her, his face muscles taut with anger. Stopping just an inch in front of her, their chests almost touching, her leaned down to whisper in her ear.  "Were you trying to leave your husband? Did you forget about your vows?"
That seemed to do the trick as the dam holding back her tears and her words burst open. She pushed him away from herself with all the strength she could muster up. "Did I forget about our vows?!" She yelled, the fear she felt seconds ago pushed to the back of her mind – letting the anger that had been boiling inside her take the upper hand. "You seem to be the one forgetting about the vows." She grit out, pushing her finger angrily into his chest. "You disrespected me as your wife!"
Tommy just stared at her blankly as she continued her rant. He did not even feel her finger stabbing him repeatedly in the chest. "I saw you with her." Her voice broke as she whispered the last bit, a sob climbing its way up her throat. "A-And I really thought that this would work." She gesticulated between them as she sobbed. "You are just as bad as I had feared. No – you are even worse than that. I trusted you –" She cried as she turned around, hiding her face in her hands as she tried to calm herself down.
The older male stared in shock – the weight of her words grounding him. The fury and disappointment he felt melting away and being replaced by heavy guilt. He had been caught. Icy blue eyes watched her shoulders tremble from the onslaught of tears and sobs wracking through her body. He thought he had been discreet. Why did he even care this much? Why did the sight of her falling apart hurt him so much? For the first time in a long time Thomas Shelby did not know what to say. Should he beg for forgiveness? Tommy never begs – his ego would never let him. Should he just walk out? He knew he couldn't nor wouldn't walk out of there alone. He realized that he needed her.
"Please – just leave Thomas. I do not want to see you again." She whimpered out as she gripped the front of her blouse in her hand.  Thomas' hand halted midair at her words. "I want a divorce. T-This is clearly not working, and I don't want to be in the way ..." She spoke more clearly this time, clearing her throat as she straightened her posture. At the mention of a divorce something snapped inside of Tommy as he turned Y/N around and pushed her against the wall, one of his hands finding her waist as the other grabbed hold of her jaw. The brunette girl yelped in pain, her trembling hands flying up to wrap around his hand on her face, clumsily trying to pry his fingers off. He pushed her face up to meet his narrowed eyes – a dangerous glint swimming in his blue orbs. The fury in his eyes sent shivers down her spine. "What did you say, wife? I think I misheard you, eh?" He mumbled loudly, his eyes narrowing as he glared at the frightened woman in front of him. Y/N just stared at him with wide eyes – a newfound fear spreading throughout her whole body, paralyzing her on the spot. "Cat got your tongue?" Tommy smirked cruelly at her. "I don't know what you claim to have seen. But no wife of mine will spew nonsense about a divorce, aye?" He breathed against her ear as he placed a soft but chilling kiss on the expensive earrings, /he had gifted her, followed by a sharp bite to hear lobe. "You'll be a good wife and come back home with me – without causing a scene. You really shouldn't throw around that word so recklessly – right? Divorce." He scoffed, his lips softly pressed against her cheek. "You can't just leave – you are my wife. You are mine." He pressed a lingering kiss to her jaw before lifting his head up, staring into her teary eyes.
"Did you really think you can leave just like that? Without saying a word? If you're so worried about your husband swaying you should take better care of him, don't you think so?" He spoke softly as the fingers on her jaw slackened, moving to softly stroke her wet cheek. He chuckled at her crestfallen face as he let go of her chin, taking a step back. His eyes still trained on her.
Thomas just stared at his wife, his eyes cold and void of any emotion. Y/N trembled slightly, still shaken from the force the man had used against her. She finally managed to look into his eyes, with her own big brown ones. Y/N was scared, in these few months of being married to him she hadn't seen his cruel side – but she had heard all the rumors about him. He was worse than the rumors.
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cillmequick · 3 days
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Hello! What fics are you reading at the moment? Or what fics are on your reading list (if you have one)?
Hi! How are you?
So, I wish I was organised enough to have a reading list and frankly I should have one, but the truth is that I am a chaotic mess and usually just grab onto whatever’s in front of me at any given moment 🙈 I apologise unreservedly to my mutuals for being a slightly crap reader 🤦🏼‍♀️
However, here is a non-exhaustive list of things I’m reading or have good intentions to catch up on…
Fuck Buddies - @garrison-girl-08
Scandal - @garrison-girl-08
Blind Date - @garrison-girl-08
Misadventures - @moral-terpitude - I’m SO behind but I adore this story and it deserves tonnes more love than it gets!
Time After Time - @all-mirth-no-matter - also very behind but it’s amazing!
Now You Know The Truth - @zablife - I need to catch up!
Nobody’s Girl - @darklydeliciousdesires - not started yet but I love this woman to death and am living for her Luca era 🤭
Heart, Body and Soul - @peakyswritings - another I’ve not started but intend to!
Shadow of the Sea - @lunarubra - a new writer in our midst! Check out her new Cillian x OC series (as ever I need to catch up!)
Basically everything by @emotionalcadaver but esp I need to finish her In Time series and I want to at some stage read her wonderful peaky stories with my darling Lucy who I feel I already know so well 🤍
And then not specific fics but writers I try and read when I see they post, depending on character and whatnot, though YOU should read everything they write because they are marvellous humans:
@peakyscillian
@scorpiussage
@justrainandcoffee
@runnning-outof-time
@kiss-me-cill-me
@noforkingclue - who is responsible for for my current Slow Horses/ River Cartwright / Jack Lowden unhingery 😂 I’m also looking for stories for that fandom but it is teeny weeny.
I’m bound to have forgotten something or someone so check back for any ‘oh shit!’ updates 😂
And finally, for people reading this, please do try and leave comments or contact writers if you enjoy something you’ve read. It makes their whole day 🤍
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jm-2406 · 16 hours
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Summary - Tommy Shelby has been slowly drifting away from his only son after losing his wife. You are a nurse specialising in children's wards. When Frances comes running to the hospital with little Charlie in her arms, you decide to give a piece of mind to the bigshot gangster.
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Note - this is silly. I wrote it in less than one hour. It features an OOC Tommy Shelby and a daring reader who doesn't fear him like others.
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Tommy Shelby, MP OBE was not used to getting calls between meetings, especially from his loyal housekeeper who knew when not to bother him. He was busy dealing with some important people, drowning himself in work like he usually did after Grace passed away. It was not that he didn't care for his son but sometimes looking at him was too difficult for him, the little boy had so much of Grace in him. So imagine his surprise when instead of Frances it was someone else on the other side of the telephone.
"Mr Shelby, I'm not Frances. My name is (Y/N) and I'd like to let you know that your son is not well. You should come as soon as possible to the hospital." You informed him without any hesitation, the concern for Charlie made your nervousness take a back seat plus not looking directly at his blue eyes also helped in retaining your confidence.
"What happened to him?" His lazy drawl came as a reply. "Well if you insist…" You tried to stall, tried to get under his skin so that he'd come to see his son but his silence made you speak up. "Mr. Shelby, I understand that you are grieving but so is your son. He was having a nightmare and needed someone to hold him close, to soothe him. I'd say he needed his father, not his nanny or Frances. Help yourself and your son by being there for him." Without thinking about the consequences, you pour your heart out and immediately hang up.
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It has been a few days since the incident. You were worrying about Charlie and went to meet him directly at 'Arrow House'. [Yes, you are daring and a risk taker]. You knocked gently, arranging the basket of freshly baked cookies for the three-year-old cherub in your arms.
"Who are you?" A deep male voice caught your attention. Looking up, your breath got caught in your throat. Standing in front of you was the man of the house himself, Thomas Shelby. "What are you doing here?" You questioned foolishly instead. In your defence, you did not know that he'd be home at eleven o'clock since it was a Tuesday. He merely raised his eyebrow at your remark.
“If you didn't know Miss, this is my house. I live here.” Your cheeks reddened and you turned around to escape when a high-pitched voice stopped you. "(Y/N)" shouted Charlie. "Call her inside daddy. She's my friend." He said - more like ordered - his father who complied with a small "as you say, son." You felt a sense of comfort seeing the father and son interacting almost normally after that phone call incident.
Nervously, you stepped inside and Frances immediately took your coat as well as the basket of cookies. Charlie ran inside to get his colouring pages and asked you to wait for him. You were looking here and there, avoiding the dark-haired man but he had other plans.
"Thank you," Tommy said. You furrowed your brows in confusion. He cleared his throat and elaborated. "For making me realise that I was unknowingly neglecting my son, pushing him away from me. I love him, I really do. Thank you for making us come closer." He was not a man of words, especially praises but something about you got him talking, was it your kind nature, your non-judgemental eyes or your stern yet concerned voice when you called him that day that made him open up to you, he didn't know… but that is a topic for later.
"You're welcome, Mr Shelby. Charles is a sweet boy. I wish well for him." You blushed, no one had said such kind words to you. "How about you join us for dinner? Charlie would like that." Tommy said unexpectedly. Just as you were about to deny it, considering it rude to intrude, Charlie came running to you asking you to stay and colour with him. You couldn't say no to that adorable face.
And that's how you spent the evening, laughing and enjoying the company of two Shelby men, happier than ever.
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[PART - 2]
It has been almost half a year since that evening you spent in the company of the Shelby men and you couldn't help but feel lucky. Everything went uphill after that, luckily.
You found out that you and Tommy had a lot in common which was surprising in itself. You both were mostly emotionally detached but were willing to cross any line if it meant saving your family, you both liked to read though Tommy was secretive about it for reasons you still didn't know, and nothing could surpass the love you had for horses, those strong yet gentle beasts were the only faithful friend you had… except for each other.
While your thoughts started to roam in dangerous territory, you were still unsure of Tommy's feelings on the matter. You have heard that the man was ruthless and incapable of feeling affection but you saw a side of him that was hidden from the world, his gentle and loving sight, his respectful side… you were certain that what you felt for him may not be love but it wasn't anything less. You decided to ignore this newfound feeling, unsure of what he felt.
The sudden knock on your door pulled you out of your thoughts. "What-?" You were confused about finding a drunk Tommy Shelby on your doorstep. "(Y/N) How are you my angel?" He continued to stare at you making you realise that this was an actual question and not a rhetorical one. "I - uhh - I am fine Tommy. What are you doing here at midnight?" You pulled him inside.
The sight of a drunk Tommy Shelby lying on your cheap broken sofa with the bottle of Irish whiskey clasped in his hand was unusually tempting and soft, as he gazed up at you with his bright blue eyes.
"Charlie loves you (Y/N). Did you know he was calling for you earlier today?" He whispered and gulped the remaining of the whiskey immediately after.
"No Tommy. I am sorry. I was busy today." Your heart broke hearing about the little boy calling for you and not finding you by his side. "Yeah. Being a lifesaver is not easy, eh?" He said rhetorically this time, placing his hands on your waist. The cool of his hands seeping through the thin material of your nightgown.
"I asked him to be a well-behaved little boy and I'll bring you to him… maybe permanently what say?"
You gasped hearing his words, not knowing what he was suggesting. "Tommy… you're drunk. We'll talk about it in the morning if you still remember what you said." You pushed him to your bedroom, tucking him in like you'd do for Charlie. taking the spare pillow and blanket, you laid down on the sofa.
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"You alright Mr Shelby?" You asked giving him a painkiller. He looked at you with wide eyes, just like Charlie would… The resemblance between them always melted your heart.
He cleared his throat before addressing you. "(Y/N) about last night - uhh - I meant what - what I said." You gawked at him, The Tommy Shelby stuttering in front of you. You were definitely special to him.
"I - you mean - what exactly did you mean by 'permanently' last night?" Your cheeks reddened, little hair on your neck stood as you awaited his answer.
"I didn't plan for this to happen so spontaneously but we gotta do what we gotta do right?" He paused and you held your breath for his next words. "I'm not good with words so beware. Miss (Y/N) (Y/L/N) I am grateful for your help in more than one of my life problems. My son loves you and calls out for you all the time, I adore you and your strength. Will you do the honour of making me the luckiest man in Birmingham by marrying me?" Tommy pulled out a small jewellery box from his coat pocket and held before you a simple but elegant and beautiful princess-cut diamond ring.
You sobbed. "Is that even a question?" You nodded, unable to speak as he placed the ring on your finger. You jumped up, unable to control your excitement and hugged him with all your might. And for the first time in many years, Tommy Shelby was finally feeling peace. He felt a wave of hope… for himself and your future together.
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The Gangsta's Wife (Part 7)
DESCRIPTION: You decide to give Tommy some big news at the reopening of the Garrison
WORD COUNT: 2721
A/N - I had a dream about Thomas Shelby last night. He was chasing me through a mansion and I had to hide from him. It was very intense. Guess thats what happens when you watch Peaky Blinder highlights before going to sleep
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WARNINGS: swearing, talk of violence, mild threat of violence, pet names (love), drinking, smoking, pregnancy, smoking whilst pregnant (social norm for the time period), Inspector Campbell being himself
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This is fiction. Please always talk to your partner before doing anything and make sure they are ok with what you are doing beforehand
This story does not follow the timeline of the show
Not been proof read
It had been a couple of months since your meeting with Harry Thompson. He kept his word. Leaving Birmingham soon after your blackmail. Since then the Shelby family has been more kind towards you. By that you mean you don't feel like they want to kill you every time you enter a room.
You'd attended a few more family meetings as well. But most issues or problems were being resolved within the main family circle. You were appreciative of attending the discussions though. They were certainly more open towards you. Polly even asking how your day has been - on more then one occasion!
But then Thomas got attacked. Horribly. Brutally. You’re surprised he’s still alive to be honest. So sure that he’d die at the hospital where you sat with him until he gained consciousness. When he did, he told you to 'stop fussing and fuck off'. Glad to know that the attack didn’t change him. You left him to heal.
He went to London for a few days. You weren’t sure why. But he left Polly in charge of all Peaky business. You tried questioning her on why Thomas had left but she only responded with 'its none of your business'. Looking back on it you don’t think she knew.
It was a Tuesday morning. Scrubbing the mud from your sister's dress (she had fallen over right into a puddle) in your kitchen. Opening the back door you go and hang the newly washed dress up on the washing line in the garden. Going back inside the house you shut the door. Turning around to go back to the living room, you jump as you see a figure. Gripping at your chest as your husband stands in the door way. A smile of amusement coming over his face as he realises he made you jump.
"Jesus no need to scare me like that"
"I’m sorry love. Wasn’t my intention". A silence filling the room. You go over to a cabinet. Taking out a whiskey bottle. He grabs out two glasses, placing them down by you. You speak as you pour.
"I’m glad to see you looking better"
"I don’t think I could’ve looked much worse" you chuckle slightly. Putting the lid back onto the drink before sliding his glass to him. Him standing next to you but sideways on as he picks up his drink. You take yours. Turning towards him as you hold your drink in one hand. The other folding over your torso.
"Where did you go?"
"Did Polly not tell you?"
"I know you went to London but that’s all she told me” he nods. Taking a sip of his drink. “I just wondered why?"
"I had some business to attend to regarding Ada"
"Is she ok? I know that she got attacked too"
"She will be. She’s a strong willed woman. Plus I’ve given her a new home and protection for her and her son" you nod. Watching as he downs his drink. "I also had to do some business with Alfie Solomons". You furrow your brow at the name. It ringing a vague bell from when you lived in London
"Runs a Jewish gang correct?" he nods. Turning to face the counter as he places his glass back down on the side. Taking the whiskey bottle and pouring himself another drink.
"Have you met him before?"
"No. I only know the name in passing. Got told to stay away from him as he bad news and couldn’t be trusted". Tommy pauses in his actions. Hand around the glass but still on the counter top as he takes in your words. He goes into his pocket. Taking out a few coins and placing them stacked up on the side near you. You look at the small pile.
"I want you to buy a new dress"
"For what occasion?"
"The grand reopening of the Garrison" you stay silent. Thinking over your words before speaking.
"Mr Shelby... is opening the pub a good idea given the recent events? Would it be best to wait until the current threwat is dealt with before rebuilding?". He sips his drink again.
"I want those to know that the Peaky Blinders can rise from any downfall they have" he turns to face you. Drink still in hand as he points in the direction of the pub. "This is the way that we show those fuckers that it'll take a lot more to take down the Shelby family". He downs his drink. Placing the glass onto the table.
"So I’d like you to go out and buy yourself a new dress for this special occasion" he brings a hand up. Resting it onto your cheek as he meets your eyes. Yours soft as you watch his piercing blue orbs. "Lets show those bastards not to fuck with us, eh?". A soft smile comes over your lips as he drops his hand.
It took about a month to rebuild the Garrison. It was hard work but my goodness it payed off. Tommy had shown you it before anyone else. Before the big reopening he took you to see the grand building. Standing tall and proud.
It was the day of the reopening. You’d done as your husband had asked you to do. Gone out and bought a fancy new dress. So here you were. Sitting at the bar. Cigerette in hand as you watch your husband talking with his guests. You snuff out your smoke in the ashtray nearby before going over to him. Gently resting your hand on his arm. He looks at you. His smile softening in feature as he meets your gaze.
"Can I talk with you? Alone?" he nods. The smile seeming to fade marginally at your request. You take his hand. Leading him to a back room. Shutting the door. He watches you. His eyes filled with a confusion as you take his hand. Leading him to a table. You sit down. Him sitting opposite you.
"What is it love?". You look down. Fiddling with your wedding ring. His hand gently takes your chin. Bringing your head up to meet his eyes "what’s on your mind?"
"I’ve been thinking about it and I-" you cut yourself off. You dart your eyes over his features before asking "Can you teach me how to fight?". The request seeming to shock him. Before he can respond you carry on talking. "I saw what they did to you. I know what they did to your sister. And she lives hundreds of miles away. I’m concerned that myself and my sisters are at risk here. I’m sorry I’ve only just brought it up now but given the current situation I-".
"Hey" he moves his hands. Cupping your face as he makes you look at him "So long as you remain a Shelby then you have the protection of myself and the Peaky Blinders. I know I was gone for a while but you will always be safe. I promise you that"
"I would feel safer if I could fight... rather then relying on you to keep me safe..." his eyes dart between yours. Trying to read your expressions. Before he can say anything else you speak again. Quieter this time. Voice barely above a whisper. "I’d like to be able to keep the baby safe...". He stays silent. His eyes flashing with emotions. So quick you can’t read them. Them darting downwards to look at your stomach before coming back up to your features. Mere seconds feel like hours as silence consumes you. You bring your hands up. Holding his wrists as he continues to hold your face. "Please say something".
"It is my duty as your husband to keep you and our child safe. So long as I live I will ensure that. If you wish to learn to fight after our child is born then I will teach you. But you won’t learn whilst you are carrying my babe". He leans forward. Kissing your forehead. You shut your eyes. Nodding as you feel him watch you again. "You are safe Mrs Shelby. I promise". You open your eyes as you feel him stand. Looking up at him as he drops your face. Taking your hands with his. Pulling you up. "Shall we go and tell everyone else the news about the new family member?" he smiles. You nod. Taking his arm as he leads you back out into the crowd.
You wait for the other guests of the party to leave before informing your in-laws. Your sisters are the first to hug you. Wrapping your arms around them both. Tommy's siblings congratulate him first. Ada coming over to you and hugging you too. After your sisters finally let you go. Her giving you affection isn’t shocking. What does surprise you is when Arthur hugs you.
"Well done girl" he says. Genuine joy and happiness in his voice as he hugs you close. You smile at his affection. More due to the symbolism of them accepting you as a family member rather then the hug itself. He moves away. Seeing John Boy practicly hitting Thomas's shoulder as he congratulates him. Your youngest sister takes your arm in hers.
"You know, Mary is a very good name" you roll your eyes
"You can’t suggest your own name” Luz says. Turning her attention from the youngest sibling back up at you “But, on the topic of names, Elizabeth is a very good name" Causing you to laugh.
"You two are as bad as each other" you say. A smile on your face as you contiue to talk with them. You meet Polly's gaze. Cigarette in her hand as what appears to be sadness glazes over her eyes. She nods slightly at you. You give a soft smile and a nod in return before your sisters drag you back to their conversation.
The time flew by. You were around 5 months pregnant. At a small party that was hosted by one of Tommy's aquaintences up in London. You knew your purpose for this party. An accessory to make your husband look good. To make him look approachable. So you stuck by his side the whole party. Your arm linked with his as people came and chatted with you both.
That’s when you noticed a shift in his demeanor. His friendly persona he had on changing. Feeling his arm tense under yours. Although you were getting better at figuring out your husbands thoughts and feelings you still found him incredibly difficult to read. You look at him. Following his gaze. It falling onto a middle aged gentlemen with a cane. You look back at him. You may struggle to figure out what’s going through his head. But you knew that he must know this man.
"Mr Shelby? Is everything ok?"
"We should be going Flo" he turns his back to the man. Forcing you to turn with him as your arm remains on his.
"Who is that man?" you whisper.
"Someone who I reluctantly do business with. Who I'd much rather put a bullet between his eyes then engage in small talk". You look at your husband. Mild shock filling you. He rarely uses violent language around you. He swears a lot but he never talks about violence or commiting violent acts towards people whilst in your prescence. Not even in a joking manner. So for this to be said you know he must be quite a character.
"Lets leave then. If you’ve finished all the other busniness you need for the day" before either of you can make a decision you hear an Irish voice speak.
"Thomas Shelby". Turning to face the man. Him having walked over to you both. You follow suit. Standing slightly behind your husband. Arm interlocked with his as you feel his body tense mildly. "I'll be damned to see you here. You’re a long way from Birmingham aren’t you?"
"I could say the same about you" the man smiles. His eyes falling to you. Raking over your body.
"And who is this pretty thing you’ve got with you?". Thomas clenches his jaw slightly. Watching the man as you cling to him more.
"Inspector Campbell this is Florence Shelby. My wife" he holds a hand out towards you. You take it. Shaking it as a way to deem polite.
"Its a pleasure to meet you ma'am” his eyes fall to your stomach before meeting your eyes again “I can see that a congratulations are in order. What with the marriage and the pregnancy" he motions towards your belly. You half smile.
"Thank you Mr Campblell. We really shou-"
"I never pictured you as the marriage type though Mr Shelby. Not with your reputation"
"Time changes people" he says. Eyes boring into the man. You could feel the testestorone start to build. Turning slightly to your husband. Your hands tightening around his arm.
"I need some air. Come join me" he drops his death glare off of the man. The stare softening as they meet your calming eyes. He nods. Excusing yourselves from the man as you head outside. You sit on a small bench. Hand resting on your stomach as you shut your eyes.
Hearing the soft strike of a match you open your eyes. Tommy lighting a cigarette. Resting it on his lips. You hold your hand out. Him taking a puff from it before placing it in your hand. Watching as you inhale the smoke. Resting your hand on your knee as you exhale. Looking back at the room where the party is.
"Do we have to stay for much longer? Im growing tired"
"We'll stay for a little bit longer. It’s not ideal the detective being here’s but I still have some business left to do” you hold your hand up. Letting him take the smoke from you as he takes a drag from it before speaking again. "If you’re tired then stay out here. You’ve done more then your far share today. You should rest for a little while" you nod. Half smiling at him
"I'll come back inside in a bit. Just want to have some fresh air" he nods. Gently squeezing your shoulder before handing you the cigar. Heading back inside as you take a few more puffs. Placing the butt on the ground. Snuffing it out with your shoe. You watch as you see the crowds of people inside. Spotting your husband talking with someone. The main person you know he wants to make a deal with.
You go to stand up. Wanting to go and help make a good impression. Struggling slightly as you push yourself up. "You ok there Mrs Shelby?" you hear a familiar voice say. Turning you see the inspector. You nod, a soft but half genuine smile on your face
"I’m fine Mr Campbell. If you excuse me I need to go find my husband" turning away you hear him speak.
"You know" he comes over to you. "I can help you". You talk as you turn to face him again.
"Excuse me?". A few more steps. Any closer and he’d be touching you.
"A young, pretty woman such as yourself being dragged into the world of Thomas Shelby. I can’t believe that it was due to your love or affections for him" you go to say something but he cuts you off "I know what your going to say. That you love him and that he cares for you. But I know the truth. That he somehow pulled you into his world of fighting and gangs and you can’t get out” another step closer as his voice darkens “I can give you a way out. Let me help you" he brings a hand up. Going to stroke your cheek. You step back. Shocked by his forward tone. Your hand going to your stomach as a form of protection to your unborn child.
"You know nothing about me or my husband and the life that we have together. We trust each other wholeheartedly and I would never do anything to get rid of that"
"He'll never love you. You do know that, right? You might think he does. Or that he will. That you can change him. But you can’t. You will always be just an object for him to manipulate to his own advantage".
"And what? You think you could give me a different life?" You keep your eyes steady and fixed on his. His eyes remaining on yours as you keep your ground.
"I could give you the affection and love he isn’t capable of showing you. Care for you in a way that a man like him won’t"
You take a step towards him. Anger flashing through your eyes as you spit your words at him. "I am going to go back to my husband. The man who’s child I am carrying. I will be leaving with him back to our home. To our shared bed. Do you understand me Mr Campbell?" He watches you. Nodding. "Good. Goodnight" you turn. Walking back to your husband as he continues to chat with his soon to be new business partner. Linking an arm with him as he introduces you as his wife.
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Would anyone be interested in a multi-part, angsty, enemies to lovers, arranged marriage fic with Tommy? I’ve written out a couple scenes that made @journalofmoonlight cry💀
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Treat Me Wrong
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Kinktober Day 16- Degradation Kink
warnings: AFAB!Reader, manipulation, gaslighting, cheating, sex work, roleplay, spanking, vaginal fingering, dirty talk, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, mentions of pregnancy, 18+ minors DNI
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“I think we should break up,” you say.
Tommy’s face twists in anger and confusion. “Where’d you get that idea?” he asks.
This is exactly why you want to break up. He’s so dismissive and he doesn’t respect you. He’s sitting relaxed in his chair like you didn’t just suggest ending your relationship. Why is it so difficult for him to care about you?
“I’m not happy!” you say.
Tommy scoffs in response. “You live like a princess. What else could you possibly need?”
“Love and attention,” you huff.
“Christ,” he shakes his head in disbelief. “Are you a child? Do you really need me to attend to you all day to be content?”
“Not all day, Tommy. Just sometimes. What's the point in even having a lover if you won't spend time with them?"
"You act like I have a lot of free time to waste. I'm a very busy man."
His way of having excuses for everything make you feel like you're going insane.
"You have enough time to spend with prostitutes," you say bitterly. This makes Tommy perk up. "I know you go to see them after work and lie to me when you get home late. Why do you bother stringing me along if you'd rather pay for your companionship?"
Tommy chuckles darkly. "That's what this is about, eh?"
"Why the fuck are you laughing, Tommy?"
He stands up from his chair and crosses the room to stand in front of you. He places one hand on your hip while the other holds his cigarette. The smoke swirls in front of your face, the pungent smell burning your nose.
"You're jealous of my whores?" he asks smugly.
"What do they have that I don't," you ask angrily.
"I have certain needs that they satisfy."
You scoff and push his hand off of you. "We're together, Tommy. You should come to me to satisfy your needs, not step out on me."
Tommy rolls his eyes and grabs ahold of your wrist. "What I need isn't appropriate for a high society woman like yourself."
You furrow your brows in confusion, but no matter what he's talking about, you want to be able to provide it for him. "You don't get to decide what's appropriate for me or not. Besides, you'd know that I'm very adventurous if you ever took the time to actually be intimate with me."
He blinks slowly at you and licks his lips, then smirks devilishly. "You want me to treat you like one of my whores?"
"Yes, Tommy."
"Right." Tommy stubs his cigarette out in the ashtray on the side table, the turns his attention back to you. Both of his hands are on your hips now, holding you firmly. "You promise not to get upset?"
"Why would I get upset?"
Tommy fights back a smirk. "Because I tend to be a bit... harsh."
"Harsh?" you ask.
"You said you want me to fuck you like a whore. A dirty, cheap, used up whore that's only good for taking cock. Is that right?" You hesitantly nod. "Then until I'm finished, that's exactly what you're going to be. I'm only going to stop if you tell me to, otherwise I'm going to have you just like I have them."
"Okay," you breathe.
Tommy steps away from you and sits back in his chair. "Take your dress off," he instructs.
You find it a bit odd that he's just watching instead of also getting undressed, but it does make you feel better that the prostitutes he visits don't get to see him naked.
You strip piece by piece until you're bare in front of him. He stands up again and looks over your body, occasionally prodding and groping you.
"Turn around," he says, voice low. You do as he says and you allow yourself to be moved over to the couch. Tommy pushes you so you're bent at the waist over the arm rest, bare ass on display.
Tommy continues to grope you; he slaps your cheeks, spreads and slaps them, and teases at your folds.
“Wet already? Didn’t think whores got off on their work,” he says.
Without much prep, he shoves two fingers into your cunt. Like a true whore, you take them easily. He opens you up by scissoring his fingers inside you. He's going quickly, not bothering to take his time and make it pleasurable for you. You suppose he pays for his own pleasure, not yours.
"Already loose too. How many others did you have today?" he asks. When you don't answer him, he delivers a slap to your ass.
"N-none," you whimper.
"Sounds like business is slow."
He pulls his fingers out of you and wipes your wetness on your thigh. He then moves to press his hips against yours, allowing you to feel the bulge in his slacks. He grinds up against you shamelessly, making you feel even more humiliated now that he's simulating fucking you while he's fully dressed.
"Tell me you want my cock," he orders.
"I want your cock," you parrot with a whine in your voice.
"You can be more convincing than that," he says with a slap to your ass. "Be a good whore and beg me to fuck you."
You take a deep breath. "Please fuck me. I need your cock so bad... Mr. Shelby," you add for good measure.
That seems to please him, because he moves away from you far enough to pull his cock through his fly. He rubs the head through your folds, teasing your entrance with it.
"I'm not going to catch anything from fucking you raw, am I?" he asks, though he knows the answer.
"No, sir," you reply.
You're glad he bent you over like this, because that means he can't see your embarrassed face and you don't have to look into his intimidating eyes.
"Mm, good."
He pushes inside you, not gently but he doesn't aim to hurt you. Once he's fully seated inside, he begins to thrust before you're ready for it. You gasp in surprise, but you're helpless to do anything but take it.
"Didn't think pussy so cheap would take me so well," he groans. His hands grip tightly on your hips and he slams you back to meet each of his thrusts. His cock bumps against your cervix uncomfortably, but it feels best for him when you take it all the way, and that's the only thing that matters.
With each thrust, you make a punched out little moan. Tommy, however, is silent above you, save for a bit of heavy breathing. It isn't until you arch your back and really start putting on a show that he speaks up.
"Like a fuckin' professional, eh? I should come to you more often. Y'know, my woman's a real bitch sometimes. Never lets me fuck her like this. Thinks she's too good to get bent over. Has so many opinions, too. But you're a good woman; quiet, tight," he leans down, draping himself over your back to speak into your ear. "Obedient."
You can't help but moan at his filthy words, despite how degrading they are. You shouldn't find your lover talking badly about you so arousing, but you cant help it.
"She gets so mad I cheat on her but I think she'd understand if she felt this cunt for herself. 'm gonna marry her and fuck her full of babies to keep her busy while I give the real good stuff to you."
"Fuck," you whimper and immediately regret it.
"You like when I talk to you like a whore? You like getting fucked hard like I don't love you?"
It's rare that Tommy says he loves you. So rare, in fact, that you often doubt if it's true.
"Yes, yes," you gasp. "I love you."
"Mm," he hums. "Save it for when I'm not paying you."
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