#peaky blinders drabble

[darlingsfandom]

Heeey, I love your writing💕 can you please write something about Tommy buying a horse for his wife and teach her to ride, and the day ends with her riding Tommy real hard😍

Hi! Thank you 💕 I sure can.

TW: swearing , semi public sex, riding, p in v unprotected and not proofread.

Tommy was always full of surprises sometimes they were good other times they were bad and sometimes you didn’t even ask. It was better that way because you knew of the family business long before you married Tommy.

On the bright side this time was a good surprise. You were sitting out back enjoying your romance book with a glass of lemon water while the cool fall air breezed across your cheeks. It was quiet since Tommy was out , Polly was with Lizzie and shopping and the rest of the family was out doing their own things. It was nice to have the house to yourself. All thoughts in your head flew out the window when you heard Tommy’s voice in the distance.

Quickly you stood up on your feet as Tommy came in the yard with a surprise.

“Tommy! What on earth is that?” You asked closing your book and tossing it on the table.

“It’s a horse darling!” He smiled.

“I see that but what I meant was… why do you have a horse Tommy ?” You walked up to him with caution .

“Well because it’s your horse!” He offered you the rope but you stood in shock.

“You bought me a horse? Really? You’re joking! I don’t know the first thing about owning a horse!” You were in disbelief. The horse was beautiful you had to admit but you just couldn’t wrap your head around the reality of the situation.

“Well that’s why ya got a horse! I’m going to teach you how to care for her and how to ride as well.” Tommy petted the left side of the horses face before extending his hand out for you. You took his hand cautiously before he placed it on the horse.

“You got a female horse to match yours? Because they look the same!” A smile crept on your lips as Tommy smiled at you. It was true, he basically got his and hers horses for the two of you. He wanted you to go on rides with him, enjoy the nature that surrounded the home and beyond. A new hobby the two of you could share together since you didn’t collect guns or whiskey and he didn’t bake bread or the most delicious lemon cookies he’s ever had. This was something the two of you could enjoy.

“She is beautiful.” You whispered while petting her mane .

“Just like you my dear. Soft, elegant … Gorgeous.” Tommy kissed your cheek making you turn red. “Now for today I’ll ride with you on her which we can’t just keep calling her well her! You’re going to have to name ..”.

“Tulip!” You blurted out making Tommy chuckle. Here you were so determined not to like his gift but you had a name already picked out. Tommy nodded in agreement before he helped you up on tulip.

Tulip let out a little neigh which made you jump and Tommy shake his head as a laugh left his mouth. He got you up there with ease before hopping on himself. Tommy sat behind you as close as he could so he could still hold the rope and guide tulip. His chest was pressed into your back and had his arms wrapped around you as best as he could.

“Best of ya grab the rope too, safety and all.” Tommy kissed the back of your head and with the snap of the rope the two of you were off.

The afternoon flew by as Tommy took you for a ride along one of his favorite paths. It was stunning watching it go by and the sun sitting high in the sky. It wasn’t long before the two of you made it home. Tommy jumped off first before helping you down and taking tulip into the barn with his horse. The horses looked at each other and it was an instant connection. Tommy laughed as he watched his horse Butcher give Tulip his charm.

“I think they like each other.” Tommy wrapped his arm around your shoulder as you turned to face him and place your hand on his chest.

“I know two other creatures that like each other.” You arched your eyebrow while dragging your hand down his chest.

“I know that look sweetheart… let me take you back into the house..”

“No!” You pushed him up against the barn doors before smashing your lips into his. His hands grabbed onto your waist and lifted your leg up as the two of you kissed heavily mixing your tongues together. Tommy loved when you got to this level of neediness because it meant that he could do what he wanted whenever wherever ! You were needy after the ride because he had you sitting against her harness that was studded and you were sat upon the stud that rubbed against your clit.

“Needy girl … going to let me fuck you in a barn… although two weeks ago at the pub…” Tommy mumbled to himself as you kissed down his neck. Your hands were busy undoing his pants.

“No, you’re going to let me ride you!” You were in a hurry to get his cock out and who was he to complain.

“Now that you’re already an expert in darling.” Tommy smirked as you pulled his pants down along with his boxers but when you pushed him down into the hay that was a shock. You pulled down your skirt but as you took off your panties Tommy grabbed them from your hands and held them up. “Ooh baby, look at that wet spot! What a naughty girl you are.” He licked the wet spot while looking you the eye making you whine. “What’s the matter honey, do you need my tongue licking you hmm?”

“Tommy please! Fuck!” You had tears in your eyes from how worked up you were.

“Ride me baby and then I’ll lick your pretty cunt.” Tommy snapped his fingers and you were on it. You slowly jerked his semi hard cock before putting the head of his cock against your folds. A small hiss left your lips as you sank down all the way on his cock.

“Oh Tommy!” Your fingers grabbed his shoulders as he helped guide you along his cock.

“That’s a good girl, I know it’s big and no matter how many times I fuck ya ya never seem to get used to it! Magic little pussy ya got baby.” Tommy rubbed your hips as you finally started to ride his cock. It was slow and loving at first. He brushed your hair with his fingers as you rocked your hips back and forth making him let out low groans. Tommy pulled you closer so he could moan into your ear because he knew how much you loved hearing his moans.

The two of you enjoyed the soft yet passionate sex but something inside of you took over. Your grip on his shoulders got tighter before you looked up into his eyes and he could see the desire pooling in them. You lifted up your hips and slammed right back down before moving your hips faster, riding his cock like your life depended on it.

“Fuck yes! That’s my girl! Yes baby don’t stop! Feels so fucking good! Fuck! Ride my cock just like that.” Tommy’s hands smacked your ass cheeks at the same time making you cry in pleasure. Your mouth dropped open letting all your whines spill out . Tommy was in love! Well he’s always been in love with you but this was the lustful love . The way you were riding his cock was the best he’s ever felt, the way you just took charge and used him for your own pleasure that lead to his pleasure was amazing to him. His sweet little housewife that had a sexual hunger that only he could fill was the best feeling. Here you were owning his cock, looking so angelic yet doing something so dirty.

“My cock! Mine” you mumbled as you rode him hard.

“Yes baby! It’s yours! Fuck! Such a dirty girl! Fucking me in public place again” Tommy cupped your face in his hands making you look him in the eye before he stopped you from riding him. You pouted your bottom lip but only for a split second until Tommy took over and fucked his cock up into you as fast as he could. The sound of his heavy balls slapping against your wetness filled the barn making you moan loudly. His hand snaked up to your hair and gave it a hard yank so he could cover your throat in kisses. Your orgasm was on the brink and Tommy knew it so he slowed down before gripping your hips to pull you down his cock . He bounced you nice and hard on his cock that was aching to cum in you.

“Tommy!” You whined loudly as your body started to shake.

“I know baby, it’s okay be good for me yeah? Cum on my cock! Soak my cock… be a good OH !” Tommy was cut short as you clenched his cock cumming hard! The two of you cried out together as your orgasms washed over you. You were shaking in his arms as he held you tightly while filling you up with his cum.

Silence filled the barn as you came down from your high. Tommy rubbed your back lovingly as the two of you relaxed enjoying each others body heat.

“Ya know I meant it earlier honey… you’re already an expert in riding alright and I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Tommy kissed your temple before he slowly helped you back onto your feet to get back to the house so you could carry on like nothing just happened, just a regular afternoon fuck session between a husband and his wife in their barn. Between you and Tommy , it was never a dull day and neither of you would change it .

[wonderlanddreamer]

🎧 Love Never Wanted Me, But I Took It Anyway.

Tommy Shelby x Reader.

[Part of Daisy's Lyric Drabbles]

She had soft eyes and a softer heart, two things Tommy Shelby had never deserved.

He knew it, even as he stood in the hallway of her home with blood drying beneath his fingernails and guilt soaking through his bones. She shouldn’t have let him in. She shouldn’t have kissed him that night on Watery Lane. She shouldn’t have stayed, night after night, knowing full well that men like him were built for war, not warmth.

But she had.

And he, the selfish bastard that he was, had let her.

Tommy wasn’t a man built for love. Not the kind she gave so freely. His love came loaded with silence, with shadows, with names carved into marble. His love came with a cost, and she, a beautiful, impossible woman, had paid it in full.

But even when she bled for him, cried for him, pleaded with him to stop chasing death in every deal he made, he couldn’t let go.

Hands trembling, he dropped to the edge of her bed as she emerged from the bathroom, wrapped in one of his shirts, unaware of the war inside him. She smiled. Soft. Warm. Forgiving.

He didn’t deserve her.

But Tommy Shelby had never let that stop him.

[novashelby]

"Let Me Love On You"-Tommy Shelby x Reader

Day 5 of 7 sexy, seductive, smutty, but in this case sweet Tommy Shelby drabbles.

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x You Warnings: body dysmorphia, negative body image Word Count: 366 Summary: She cannot believe out of all the women, he chose her.

Out of all the women, he chose her, and she spent every moment questioning it. Why her? The one with the average looks and a bit more around the tummy than most. In fact, she almost felt repulsed and irked that he chose her. Am I a joke? She had asked him one day as he stood behind her, massaging her arms while she washed dishes. He replied in his dry tone am I laughing? And that was enough initiative for him to decorate her neck with kisses. 

When things became more serious, he begged in subtle ways for her to be more comfortable with him. Pulling her into his lap, showering her compliments, making sure to look only at her in the company of other women. “Your eyes speak to me,” he said as her body relaxed against his. He’d been sitting at his desk, enjoying a drink and smoke when he called for her. His rough hands became gentle when pushing the hair from her face. Bashfully, she looked away.

“And what to do they say, Mr. Shelby?” she asked, focusing on her rising heartbeat.

He cupped her chin, bringing her in closer. His lips ghosted over hers, traveling up to her ear. Smiling, he said, “oh, many, many things.”

“What a poet,” she retorted, attempting something like a sarcastic undertone. But her voice became weak and submissive. “You like my eyes? Nothing else, I’m sure-”

“Stop that,” he told her, hand dropping to her thigh. His fingers danced under her skirts, playing upon her skin. “Many things are beautiful about you, but you shouldn’t need me to say that your body is gorgeous for you to feel that way.” Their eyes connected. His face softened and he offered a smile. “You reject my affections because you believe you don’t deserve them.”

“I don’t understand why-”

“There is nothing to understand, love.” He went in for a kiss, but pulled back, teasing her a bit. “I gravitate towards you and not them because not over your body, but a force much stronger. I’m not a man to beg, but now and right here, I beg you to please allow me to love on you.”

[peakyltd]

Shattered

A/N: I had this in my mind for a while but it turned out a little shorter than I wanted. A few details are enclosed but the rest is in the hands of your own imagination. I’d love to hear where your minds took you!

Warnings: Angst, mentions of blood

Words: 427

Defeated. That’s the only word that came up to describe the whole situation. His expression, her feelings, the surroundings and even the colors, all collided into defeat.

The cold, grey concrete walls of the warehouse and a few storage crates were the only things that gave her some sense of safety while she and John were sat in the middle on old, wooden chairs.

An endless stare had taken over his blue eyes, while he leaned his arms on his upper legs. His hair was disheveled and crimson red stains smeared all over his clothes, hands and face. She watched his own still dripping from his injuries, feeling helpless as he kept denying her help.

She had tried to take care of his injuries but he didn’t let her. The next best thing she could do was talk him into it, gently at first but more convincing when he kept denying time after time until his demeanor changed and words lashed out at her. Making it clear that he didn’t either need or wanted her help.

The thick tension hung between them like the suffocating stillness before a storm, heavy and electric, as if the air itself was waiting for one of them to break it. None of them spoke a word, astonished by the events that happened not too long ago.

Her eyes wandered from John to her lap, where her trembling hands held onto each other. She gulped at the sight of her red stained skin, marking her clothes the same color each time she moved. She felt warm drops of liquid slide down her face, passing her lips until they hit the fabric of her coat. Its edges soaking into the fibers, spreading the stains more.

Her lips parted ever so slightly, while a breath drew from her chest when she looked at John with the intention to speak. His endless stare was instantly replaced by a stern glare when his head snapped her way, warning her not to speak.

She closed her mouth immediately, the words of comfort and the aid she'd wanted to offer him fading before they could form.

John subconsciously returned to the same state he was in before, his mind probably replaying everything over again and again.

The ear-deafening silence started to gnaw at her, slowly losing every bit of strength to keep her mouth shut. The man in front of her sensed it immediately, his empty eyes boring into hers as soon as she spoke up.

“I don’t know why you’re surprised. Betrayal never comes from an enemy.”

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Tagging some people who might like it, obviously no pressure to read it if it's not your cup of tea! @brummiereader @call-sign-shark @peakyswritings @zablife @justrainandcoffee

[ikinremu]

Hi, I love anything Cillian's characters, Tommy especially!

Could I ask for Tommy Shelby smut, that involves either breeding or choking(just a light hand around the throat)?

Thank you so much!

Hi anon, ofc you can!! Sorry for the wait as always, hope you enjoy <3

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GREEDY

Tommy Shelby x Fem!Reader

! SMUT WARNING !

TAGS: P in V, Breeding, Light Choking,

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God, if he could stay here forever; right here, there would be no question. In Tommy’s eyes, his life truly couldn’t get much better beyond what it was in times like these. Your body was pinned tightly beneath him, bare and soft, practically moulding against each touch. It felt as though the mattress was teetering on the edge of swallowing the two of you entirely.

His fingertips pressed into your naked skin, seizing the curve of your backside with a ferocious hunger as he drove your hips against each thrust he planted.

When he had you like this, there was only a single thing in his mind.

“You know what I think about when I’m fucking you like this?” Tommy heaved, his words slipping out amidst a hoarse groan as he cocked his brow in the slightest manner.

You replied with a defiant shake of your head, sinking your teeth into your bottom lip in your best attempt to stifle your moans as you felt his cock strike deep inside you.

His words came out a gruff, tangled mess, as though battling his laboured breaths, “I think about filling you.”

Upon his words, a wave of scorching heat coursed through you, “Oh fuck, Tommy-”

Your bodies melted against one and other, Tommy’s chest tensing, allowing you a momentary glimpse behind the facade. His lips ghosted over your ear, ensuring you were suitably tantalised in the moment he knew you’d detest it most.

“Fucking my cum into your cunt, that’s what I think about, love..”

A particularly loud moan escaped your throat, polluting the air around you with the sultriest sounds. You felt your heart pounding wildly, a relentless pace in your chest as he thrust between your trembling thighs, urgency simmering in the space between you.

“Wouldn’t that be sweet, eh?” He murmured within a low chuckle, speaking more to himself than to you.

Tommy kept one hand splayed wide across the small of your back, fingers callous as they pressed just enough to anchor you in place as his hips rocked intemperately into you, as though claiming you. His other hand however, began to wander, growing bolder as he traced your curves.

His hand glided up your torso at a torturously slow pace, leaving a spark of arousal wherever he brushed. He halted as he reached the swell of your chest, bringing his thumb to the stiffened peak of your nipple as he began to draw tight, clean circles. A sharp, involuntary gasp broke through the air as his thumb flicked the sensitive bud.

You felt the curve of his lips ghost over your breasts, the hot breath of his satisfaction. Without warning, he landed a firm, teasing smack - not drawing pain, but a gratifying sting.

“These fucking tits.” Tommy mumbled, soothing the tender spot with his palm.

“Fuck..” You whined, back arching with pleasure, pushing outward to his body.

His hand wandered further, soon enveloping your neck within his hand.

“That’s it, let me hear how good I’m fucking this cunt, love.” He grunted, accompanying with a less than subtle smirk.

Curling around your throat, his fingers began to press a little - not harshly, but enough to feel.

“You’re gonna be all fucked out, darlin.” He chuckled, “Gonna leave my cum dripping down those perfect thighs, mm?”

The image of it - Tommy’s cock pulsing eagerly between your thighs as he spilled himself into you - only spiked your arousal more, wetness soaking his cock more so with every thrust. His grasp tightened a fraction around your throat, eliciting a broken whimper from you as his hips smacked against you repetitively. Each stroke grew more ruthless, deeper.

“This pussy is so greedy for my cock,” He exhaled, revelling in the way you clenched around him with heightening need, “Keep fuckin’ squeezing me love, every fucking drop.”

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Thank you for reading and hope you enjoyed! Your support means the world to me! I’m working through a lot of requests so thank you for your patience if you’ve sent one in <3

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[clairecrive]

Hello!! Could you write a Alfie Solomons x reader where he goes to a meeting with Tommy only to find him and reader arguing/negotiating about something, meanwhile Arthur's bleeding out and her refusing to help Arthur until Tommy lets her win? I feel like Alfie would have instant heart eyes!

A/n: this has been sitting in my drafts for a while. It's more of a blurb, but it was fun to get back to it. I feel like Alfie's really into badass women. especially ones that make Shelby's life hell. let me know if you wanna be tagged in my next pieces. enjoy <3

MASTERLIST

"Love at first blood"| Alfie Solomons x reader

"Now, Mister Shelby, I'm sure you'll agree with me but alliances should be equal otherwise you'll risk for your partner to look for a more advantageous deal elsewhere."

"Is that a threat?"

"Merely stating a fact, I'm sure you know more than me on the matter. Do you not?"

"Aye."

"So, you'll agree to my terms then?"

Tommy's mouth opened as if to speak but Arthur's groan hijacked his attention. While his eyes never moved from y/n's, Alfie could see his jaw clenching. And he knew it for it was, a telltale sign of a decision made.

"Provided you aid my brother here."

"But of course. A deal is a deal." Magnanimously, she ripped out a piece of fabric from her long skirt and went to wrap it tightly on the oldest Shelby's leg.

"Here," she said making one last knot in the bandage. Arthur groaned in response. Not many people could put the fear of God in such a reckless man like him. You, however, were on top of that list. If he could, he'd crawl far away from you.

Words were good and all and y/n knew that after her little demonstration, the deal was closed; still, she spat on her hand and offered it to Tommy to do the same.

Once the pact was officially sealed, y/n nodded in Tommy's direction and turned around to leave.

That's when she noticed a man standing at the threshold. He wasn't very tall nevertheless, he managed to portray an imposing aura that, y/n was sure, worked perfectly in his line of work.

The cane and the wide-brim hat were enough to confirm his identity. Y/n had never met Alfie Solomons. They didn't run in the same circle, to put it simply.

Running into the Shelbys had resulted from an unfortunate series of events caused by incompetent men in her life. She wasn't so keen to repeat that experience.

However, if she had to be honest, she had to admit that Solomon's piercing eyes intrigued her. Especially the way he was looking at her, with a mix of admiration, fear, and interest.

"Fucking hell," the man of the hour spoke, and oh my god. His voice.

His fucking voice.

She tried her best to conceal her body's primal reaction to the sound. However, she couldn't help but stay put and wait for what he had to say.

"I've never seen such a small fucking thing put the fear of God in a man," Alfie pointed his cane in their general direction before tipping his hat to her.

"You should never underestimate a woman, Mr. Solomons," y/n quipped with a sly smile.

"Ah pet, am not a fucking fool, am I?" he chuckled with mirt.

The tension in the room was palpable and it wasn't the kind that had been previously present. Oh, no. This one was fire.

It was only Tommy clearing his voice that broke the eye contact between you and Alfie.

"Well gentlemen, my business here is done. I'll leave you to it," she nodded at Alfie as she walked past him. "Thomas, the pleasure was all yours as always."

The last thing y/n heard before leaving was the wonder in Alfie's voice as he demanded to know who was that fucking vengeful angel he had just met.

[jelly-rei]

Sweet Tooth

Alfie Solomons x Reader

Summary: You and Alfie have a very sweet and sticky breakfast to start the day.

A/n: This is a rewrite of my previous Alfie x reader fic that was posted on my previous blog which has now been deactivated.

Content includes: Foodplay-sitophilia, smut

Divider by: @strangergraphics

The morning sun filtered through the curtains in long, golden strips, warming up the worn wood of Alfie’s kitchen table.

You sat across from him in one of his too-big shirts, sleeves rolled up, collar slipping off one shoulder, eyes still soft from sleep. The table was humble with just two plates, a kettle, and two buns cut open and buttered half-heartedly.

Alfie slid a jar of chocolate spread and a bottle of syrup toward you’

“Right,” he said suddenly, dragging over a small jar. “Picked these up, didn’t I? Chocolate spread, yeah? Syrup too. Got ‘em off some French bastard in the market, swears on his mother’s grave it’s the best shit outta Belgium. Thought we’d, you know, try somethin’ new, yeah? Might be good on those buns of yours”

You grinned and scooped a generous smear of chocolate onto one and took a bite, eyes widening. The taste was rich, creamy, melting thick across your taste buds. You hummed, pleased, eyes sparkling as you chewed.

“Oh my god, this is delicious, Alf!”

He smirked, his elbows resting on the wood as he watched you like a man studying a painting. He cocked a brow as he leaned in slowly.

“Hold up, love. You’ve got something—yeah, right there.” He pointed lazily to your nose, then waved off your hand when you reached up. “Nah, nah, I got it”

Alfie leaned forward and licked the chocolate from the tip of your nose, his beard scratching against your skin like trouble. You yelped and giggled, scrunching your face, already shoving at his shoulder.

“Alfie!”

“What?” he said, smirking.

“Don’t waste good chocolate, yeah? That’s bloody rude.”

You narrowed your eyes and scooped another dollop onto your tongue, sticking it out at him.

“Try it like this then.”

Alfie chuckled, “You’re bloody cheeky this mornin’, ain’t ya?”

“Come ‘ere then”

He reached out one hand cradling your cheek, the other steady on the table, and pressed his tongue onto yours eagerly to taste more than just the sugar. His beard was still sticky. His tongue was hot as he sucked unhurriedly, teasing yours in a kiss that lingered longer than it should’ve.

“Mm. Not bad” He pulled back with a hum, licking his fingers like he was debating seconds.

“But I reckon it would go down sweeter with syrup, personally.”

You raised a brow playfully, ever the provocateur. Without a word, you tilted your head back and let the syrup drip onto your tongue slowly until it was glistening and thick in your mouth. Sticking it out again, looking at Alfie with a daring gaze.

Alfie groaned under his breath. “You’re gonna kill me, you know that?”

He leaned in and took your mouth again. The syrup ran down your chin, catching in his beard, but he didn’t give a damn. He couldn’t, not when you were tasting so sweet on his tongue like this. If anything, he opened wider for more. Both of you pulled away, breathless and dazed, you were already grinning.

“Do you think chocolate and syrup would taste good together?”

Alfie sat back in his chair, arms crossed over his chest.

“Only one way to find out, love. Let’s not be cowards now.”

You reached for the syrup. He reached for the chocolate and smeared a thick, shiny dollop on his tongue, you matched him with syrup, sucking the chocolate from his mouth like you were starved for it, tongues crashing and colliding to get every inch of flavour, laughing between gasps and moans.

The kitchen felt warmer now, though it wasn’t the oven. It was the way Alfie was looking at you. You were still laughing faintly, licking syrup from your lips, when you noticed his gaze change. His hands were sticky from chocolate and syrup, but his eyes had gone dark. Hungry. Not for food. For you.

“You gonna sit there grinnin’ at me like that,” he said, his voice low and gravelly, “or you gonna let me spread that syrup somewhere more useful?”

Your thighs clenched together beneath the table. You raised a brow, “Oh yeah? And where exactly is more useful, Alfie?”

He stood up slowly, “We’ll start with that sweet little stomach of yours, won’t we? Work our way down.”

The chair scraped as he pushed it back. He grabbed the jar, and with a tilt of his head and a sinful glint in his eye, he nodded toward the kitchen table.

“Up. Come on now. Lie back”

You swallowed hard. Heat pooled between your thighs. The wood of the table was cool against your thighs as you sat, and cooler when you laid back, your heart was hammering against your chest, and your breath fell short. Alfie stood over you, dragging the pads of his fingers down your inner thighs, syrup clinging to his knuckles.

“Fuckin’ beautiful,” he muttered, almost reverent.

“Like a feast, you are”

He opened the syrup, spilling it carefully over your belly. The golden stream landed warm and slow, trailing from your navel down toward your hipbone. You gasped at the hot trickling sensation, it was ticklish and indecent. Just the way you liked it. He used the back of the spoon to smear it all over, catching a glossy smear, causing you to whimper pathetically.

“There now,” he said gruffly.

“That’s a fuckin’ sight.

He set the spoon down and rolled his sleeves higher before descending. Flat on your back, sticky and half-laughing, you arched beneath him, his bare forearms braced on either side of your waist, his thick beard now speckled with syrup and chocolate, eyes locked on yours like he was about to bless you and ruin you in the same breath. Your stomach was slicked, catching the light like golden rays. Your thighs were drizzling with liquid sticking to your skin in all the right places that made you twitch.

“Gonna eat you proper now,” he said with a raspy vibration against your neck.

“Start with dessert. End with dessert. Fuck dinner altogether”

He dragged his tongue along your torso in slow, wide strokes, licking up the syrup, teeth grazing you just enough to make you squirm and cry out his name.

“A-Alfie fuck…” you groaned.

“Mmm, fucking sweet, sweet noises as well” he hummed against your stomach.

His hand slid between your thighs, parting them with ease. His mouth followed and his beard scratched against your trembling thighs, licking thick strokes down to your ankles. Alfie kisses your heels while you held your breath. Only after he was satisfied did he rise up from your sweetness to admire the mess he had left behind.

“Fuckin’ divine,” he panted while undoing his trousers, his fingers carefully jangling away at his belt.

“And now I’m gonna fuck you so deep they’ll be findin’ sugar in your lungs.”

[thevelvetvampyre]

The Typo - Robert Fischer x Secretary

I’ve just watched Secretary and I had to write a version of it for Robert Fischer so this is heeeeeavily inspired by the film.

“Now, pull up your skirt.”

“Why?”

“You're not worried that I'm going to fuck you, are you? I'm not interested in that, not in the least. Now, pull up your skirt.”

Warnings: small age gap (reader is early 20’s, rob is mid 30’s), roberts a dom, spanking, adult content, non-penetrative sex, he cums on you lol

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Mr.Fischer had strict rules when it came to how you worked in his office. All you were required to do was type and answer the phone, nothing more or nothing less. Focus on making no typos, keeping the staples filled, making sure his pencils were sharp and I repeat, absolutely no typos.

Other than the boring mundane you grew to love in the routine he made for you, your favourite part of the job was delivering the letters you typed out on the state of the art typewriter he bought as your gift for being such a good girl.

Placing the sealed envelope in between your wet lips, you dropped to your hands and knees as your palms walked you to his office. Crawling on the lush, carpeted floor to his desk, your pussy heated up and dripped with anticipation, hoping that this was the day he’d finally touch you and tear you apart by your tight hole.

Stopping in front of his desk, you sat back on your shins and looked up at him behind the big, oak piece of wood. Not looking up or acknowledging your presence, you felt the paper wet in your mouth and coat your tongue in a chalky, dry feel.

Muffling a whimper after sitting on your knees for two minutes with no reaction from your boss, your shins started to prickle against the fur of the carpet and you sat as still as you could, attempting to impress him with your patience.

Finally glancing off the papers his slick pen was marking, he gave you an expressionless gaze as he remained emotionless, blinking unimpressed at your persistance. Glaring his baby blue iris’s into your furrowed, begging sockets he huffed a sigh and pushed his chair back on it’s wheels.

Standing up and sneaking his hands into his pockets, he took long, slow strides around the bulk of brass wood. Now he stood over you, tilting his head with a small pout as his glance softened at your big, puppy eyes looking up at him.

The smell of his cologne had polluted your nostrils, feeling your walls clench around nothing as the scent of him alone turned you animalistic. Continuing to whimper as you rolled your hips onto the back of your shins for some relief, his eyes never left yours as he kept his crotch close to your face and watched you unravel beneath him.

Enjoying the show, his eyebrows cocked in entertainment at your struggled attempt of friction on your soaked slit.

Reaching down and pinching the paper in between his thumb and index finger, he slid the envelop out your mouth and brought it to his face. Analysing the paper as he turned his wrist to look at it at all angles, he hummed out with a clenched jaw as he admired the drying saliva in the shape of your teeth.

Dropping the paper to his side, he made his way back around the desk and sat on his thick, leather chair. Pulling himself back into the crevice of the counter, he dropped the letter next to him and resumed his work. Clearing his throat, his eyes remained on the paper through your submissiveness, not giving you any attention.

With the lack of acknowledgement, you whined a small moan out your lips feeling defeated. His focus never deferring from the paper that laid limp on his desk.

“You can go.” He said bluntly, a tear forming in the corner of your eye with how you were left unsatisfied yet again.

Sitting back up on your stinging knees and sweaty palms, you turned around and crawled shamefully out the door as a hot tear trickled down your cheek. Feeling the cold air on the wet cotton that covered your mound, the fabric turned cold against your dripping cunt.

Keeping his chin down but snapping his eyes upwards to watch as your hips swayed on all fours, his cock pulsated and started to swell at your compliance. Admiring the wet patch he had perfect view of with your pussy revealing your arousal in your spread position, his dry bottom lip dropped slowly and blood began to fill his thick, veiny cock.

Your skirt had ridden up and exposed the bottom of your asscheeks, your black tights were close to transparent and displaying the perfect view of your panties. Gulping the ball of saliva down his throat, his eyes followed you out until you had quietly sneaked out his office.

Clearing his throat as he felt his erection leak out his tip, his eyes fell back to his paper and he regained focus on his work.

——————

Sitting at your desk, it had been a couple of hours since you delivered the letter to Mr.Fischer. A wave of relief passed you as you had no feedback, meaning the letter was perfect and you had impressed him with your typing.

Giving yourself a small grin as you proudly sat in your chair twirling a strand of your soft hair, the phone buzzed on your desk and caught your attention.

“How can I help, Mr.Fischer?” You’re heart started pounding in your chest, banging against your ribs as a heat prickled up your face in excitement to hearing his voice on the speaker phone.

“Come into my office.” He says calmly, his voice husky and low.

“But… Mr.Saito is here for his meeting, sir.” You glance over at Mr.Fischer’s client who had been sat patiently for the past fifteen minutes, giving him a smile which he returned eagerly.

“Ms. Y/L/N, come into my office.” He responds, waiting a few moments as the calmness stayed evident in his voice.

“Yes, sir.” You couldn’t help but smile, a blush trickling on your cheeks as you stood carefully and made your way down the hall into his office.

Walking through his already opened door, you stood by the frame and held your hands behind your back. A smile growing on your face as your boss sat on the chair behind his desk with his knees wide and fingers interlinked on his stomach. A pool of hot, leaking arousal started to drip out of your desperate cunt as he stared at you with a clenched jaw and huffing nostrils.

“Close the door.” He instructed, a careful tone in his voice that was barely above a whisper.

You turned around faster than you could blink, closing the door and taking small steps in front of his desk.

“Yes, Mr.Fischer?” Your walls were pulsating, chest flushed with arousal and a wide, willing grin on your face.

Watching as his eyes fell from yours onto the paper in front of you on his desk, he nodded towards the open letter and you shuffled closer.

“I want you to read the letter.” He looked back up at you and sat further back in his chair. “Tell me what you see.”

Picking up the thin paper in your hand, you raised it closer to your eyes and quickly scanned through. It was the letter you wrote only a few hours ago, heart beating in your ears as your eyes flickered through the sentences.

“Hm?” His eyebrows cocked up, waiting for the response that was clogged in your throat.

“I-I don’t see… anything.” The last word was a whisper, lowering the paper and glancing up at him. He had an unsatisfied look on his face, scrunching it in disappointment and shaking his head slowly.

“Put the letter on my desk.” The words were slow and purred, the wetness of his mouth evident with his pronunciation.

Following his instruction, you placed the paper back onto the wood and watched as he stood up, sighing as he walked past you. Hearing the sounds of his shoes stop clacking on the floor, a wave of heat spread along your backside and the familiar scent of bourbon, spiced wood and musk surrounded your skin.

“Now, I want you to bend over the desk and read the letter very carefully. Bend over so you’re looking directly at it.” You furrowed your brows and turned your neck slightly to look at him. He was a mere inches away from your face and you shivered at the proximity of you.

“Uh… I don’t understand.” Shy and vulnerable underneath him, your words were quiet and shaky.

“There’s nothing to understand. Put your elbows on the desk and get your face very close to it.” With no agitation in his voice, you were unsure if he was being serious or not. After a few moments passed, a huff left his lips and his eyes rolled.

“Put your elbows on the desk, get your face close to it and read.” Doing as you were told, you bent over the desk as the letter sat in between your forearms.

“Mhm… good.” He groaned under his breath.

Clearing your throat as your cheeks heated up with embarrassment and arousal, you felt his body step closer and a loud sigh leave his lips.

“Pull your skirt up.” Eyes widening at his request, his demand sent your pussy fluttering and arousal dripping out of you.

“Why?” You continued to face forward, nervous to see the stern, cold look on his face.

“You’re not worried I’m going to fuck you, are you?” The bluntness of his voice made you whimper, the filthy connotation of his ask causing you to bite your lip and shake your head softly.

“I’m not interested in doing that.” His voice became gentle, placing both hands on your hips as his crotch aligned with your ass, feeling his heat vibrate on you as he kept at a distance.

The admission of not wanting to fuck you made your heart drop, disappointing you and causing a pout to grow on your lips.

“Now, pull your skirt up.” His hands pressed into your hips harsher, slightly massaging them before pulling them away. He remained standing in the same spot, cock hardening as he watched you pull back and flip up your skirt.

A small groan left his lips as he stared down at your exposed panties, tilting his head and biting his lip as he admired the roundness of your flesh. His tip began pulsating, slightly poking into you and causing a whimper to fall from your lips.

“Read it. Read it aloud.” He grunted under his breath, huskily commanding you with his voice.

“Dear Mr.Cobb, I’m grateful to you for referring…” Mr.Fischer took his hand and slapped it harshly across your ass, squeaking as your hips pushed forward painfully and you shot your head back to look at him.

“Continue.” You noticed how his hair was slightly looser, a pink flush across his lips that ran from his cheeks. His eyebrows furrowed and he never peeled his eyes off of your jiggling ass as his slap continued to ricochet across your skin.

“Uhm…” You were dazed and shocked by his hit, losing focus on the words and losing your ability to speak. Were you dreaming?

A dream come true.

“Ms. Y/L/N. Read.” His voice was growing louder, a disciplinary tone in his voice. You looked back at the paper and your breath shook as you caught up to where you left off.

“For referring to me as your energy supply.” Your words were chocked and salivated, your cunt throbbing for him to touch you where you heated up most.

Using the same hand, Mr.Fischer took a strike at the same ass cheek, his palm vibrating at the sting of your skin slapping together. Wincing out in pain, your teeth dug into your bottom lip as it trembled. His thick, veiny shaft was swelling with each ripple your skin bounced. Groaning lowly as a violent red started to creep onto your cheek, he swung his wrist at lighting speed and hit your sore skin once more.

Flinching forward and feeling the hard wood press against your hip bones, your wincing became louder and your knees shook. Taking a couple of breaths, your eyes returned onto the paper as you struggled to find your balance.

“The subject of renewable energy has been of interest to me for quite a while. And my secretary has prepared research material…” Your words were once more interrupted by a short, hard slap onto your ass.

Your skin began vibrating with his violence and stinging at the contact of the cold air in his office. Moaning out as he struck you once more, your cunt began leaking in desperation under his abuse.

“I think you’ll find illuminating.” You heard him grunt loudly before bringing his palm once more to your skin, the sting now unbearable as you began wiggling under his control.

It was impossible to focus, your eyes missing words and scanning over sentences you’ve accidentally missed as your vision became impaired with a hazy lens, the tears filling your sockets from the inflicted pain.

Panting out from the forceful action of his slap, you heard him whimper under his breath as he admired the red your skin had swelled to. Lifting his wrist, he pushed all his force into another slap and shoved you further onto the desk.

“Oh.” You sobbed, only causing his cock to spill pre-cum inside his expensive, lush pants. Taking a breath, you opened your teary eyes and continued.

“Yours sincerely, Robert F-“ Your sobbed moan interrupted you as the sound of your sore, swollen skin filled the room once more. You could’ve sworn you were bleeding, his slaps feeling like miniature knifes cutting into you with each attack.

“Robert Fischer.” Panting as he stood up and regained his balance after violently striking your ass cheeks, he ran his fingers through his messed hair and took deep breaths. Placing his hands on his hips, he looked down as furrowed his brows at the pulsating tent in his pants, only inches away from your limp, sobbing body. After taking a few moments to breath, he walked to the other side of you as slowly pet your untouched asscheek.

“Read it again.” He huffed out. Tears began pouring out your eyes as you looked down at the paper again, sniffling as you squeezed your legs together in an attempt to relieve you of even an inch of your agonising arousal.

Starting from the top, you re-read the letter with great difficulty. Being interrupted twelve times as he abusively slapped the other side of your ass. Your skin was pulsating at rapid speed and by the end of the letter, you had screamed his name in a muffled moan, a spill of curse words purring out of him as your tears fell onto the inked paper below you.

Breathing as he gave you a moment to rest, he groaned as his hands grasped at the side of your hips once more. You laid there with smudged mascara, choked breaths and your ass burning as your brain turned into mush over his abuse. Digging his digits into the side of you, he admired his work of violence on your skin and pushed you further onto the desk. Now basically on your tip toes, his fingers hooked under your panties and ripped them away from your mound, the cotton falling into a soft pool at your ankles.

“Fuck…” He groaned out.

“Who got you this wet Ms.Y/L/N?” You breathed out a response that was nowhere near loud enough for anyone other than yourself to hear.

“Who?” His words icy and venomous.

“You, sir!” A moan fell from your lips, shaking at the feeling of your cold air on your pussy. A small sob continuing to spur out of you, you shifted on the desk while your chest remained staying glued to the counter top, wanting to do anything to impress Mr.Fischer and prove you were the best secretary he could ever have.

“I thought you said you weren’t going to fuck me.” Your voice sad and shaky, the sudden realisation of how vulnerable you had become under him.

“I’m not.” Staying emotionless, he fumbled around his belt and zip, the clanking noise of the metal hitting the ground and causing a pang of anxiety in your chest.

You heard him struggle slightly but heard the sound of his finger nails scrapping past his skin, stripping him of all his clothes that covered his erection.

Pulling his hard, throbbing cock out into his palm, he used his thumb to smear the cloudy pre-cum that had covered his angry, red tip. Continuing to slowly circle the lubricating substance along the small slit, his head fell back and his eyes squeezed shut, a small groan leaving his throat at the slow sensation he stroked on himself.

Leaning forward slightly but making it sure to not press his cock against your bare cunt, he reached out the same palm that collected his arousal and held it under your mouth.

“Spit.” He cupped his hand and sitting back up on your elbows, you looked down at his palm that was covered in a translucent, thick liquid and spat directly into the center of it.

Finding his position back behind you and opening his legs slightly, he used the palm you spat on to start stroking his cock. He twisted his wrist and moaned softly under his breath, keeping his eyes glued to your spread pussy on his desk. Watching as you clenched around nothing, in response to his desperate groans as he fisted himself, your hole began to leak a white liquid down your slit, tickling your mound and causing you to wriggle and whimper.

At the sight of this, Mr.Fischer began stroking himself violently, groaning as his mouth fell open and his eyebrows knitted fiercely together. The vein in his neck began thumping under his skin and angrily poked through, his skin growing hotter and redder with each stroke.

As you lay there, you were unable to see him but heard as his voice began trembling with each groan.

“Fuck- so submissive.” He gave a throaty moan as you stayed limp on his desk, feeling your pussy flutter at his praise.

“I bet your cunt’s tight hm- oh, uhm- you’re fucking soaking.” The last word became higher in pitch as his knees buckled, flicking his wrist faster and rougher.

He stared at your salivating pussy and wanted nothing more but to press his cock deep into your hole, fucking the back of your cervix and fucking his cum so deep you’d walk around the office with it, smelling like sex and feeling him leak out of you whenever you stood up.

“I’m so close…” He whined out, reaching forward to grab your hip with his free hand.

Pumping his tensing cock, his balls aggressively bounced with each stroke. Chasing his high desperately as a tear formed in the corner of his eye, his nails dug into your skin and caused you to wince.

“I’m gonna cum on your cunt.” He grunted through his breaths, sounding animalistic as the wetness of his strokes filled the wall.

“Mm-mhm.” You whined.

The squelching noises of his palm around his throbbing, veiny cock sent you over the edge, moaning at your lack of friction and the sounds of his choked, pleasured sobs. Pressing into your hip even harder, you heard him groan from the bottom of his belly as a hot liquid shot onto your mound, soaking your slit with his seed as the shots of the cloudy substance spread on your exposed pussy.

“Oh fuck- yes… ah!” He winced at the end, shooting his head back and squeezing his eyes shut.

His knees wobbled and his hand loosened around your hip, slowly continuing to pump at himself as his face blushed red and his swollen lips fell open.

Laying still on his desk as you felt his cum leak down the outside of your pussy, it dripped to your clit and delicately ran past your pressure point, causing you to squeal as it tickled you.

Taking both of his hands and spreading your cheeks, he watched as the white, thick goo trickled down your cunt onto your thighs and the floor. Continuing to pant as he stared in awe, he moaned at the sight of the mixture of both of your arousals dripping down your leg.

Standing back up, you remained lifeless on his desk in shock of what had just happened. Hearing the zip of his pants and buckle of his belt, you remained with your elbows looking up at his chair as he walked over and sat opposite you. Running his fingers through his gelled hair that had become messy in the midst of him fisting himself till he came onto your bare pussy, he cleared his throat and kept his eyes on the paper in front of him, picking up a red pain and opening the cap.

“Tell Mr.Saito he can come in now.” Furrowing your brows at his lack of expression, you stood up and pulled your panties back to cover your mound. Instantly, you felt the hot liquid of his orgasm fill the bottom of you, blushing as you pulled your skirt over and patted the sides down.

“Illuminating.” He said blankly, passing you the letter from earlier.

“Sorry?” You asked him, looking down at the paper. A huge, red circle surrounded the word illuminating on your paper.

“You spelt it wrong. That… was your mistake.” His eyes finally met yours and blinked expressionlessly.

“Oh… thank you sir.” You turned around and began walking to the door, blushing as you stroked your hair to bring Mr.Saito inside for his meeting.

[darlingsfandom]

Could i please ask for a Tommy request where your his new assistant you’ve both been flirting and teasing each other with occasionally bumping into each other slight touch of hands until one day tommy decides to step over the line and fucks you in his office claiming you his.

Understand that you’r super busy and if this is something you can’t write I understand you can change anything.

You got it friend ✨

TW: swearing, cream pie, p in v unprotected, slight breeding kink if you squint !

Not proof read- also finished writing this at 2am!

It’s been over six months in the Shelby household. Six months of doing laundry, making breakfast, lunch, dinner and every Friday a nice dessert followed by doing the dishes, cleaning the rooms and making the beds. They do pay a pretty penny and since you’ve come so far for the position they turned a spare room into your bedroom , of course it was on the first floor by the kitchen but that was better than walking all the way home to turn around and return only a few hours later.

Every day you followed the same schedule of getting up, getting ready, made their breakfast , cleaned up then had your own breakfast before re cleaning the kitchen, did the laundry, dusted, took out the garbage , tidied up the rooms and made the beds (Polly made her own! She’s picky about it) after that you’d make a simple lunch and take it to whatever room the family members were in. You enjoyed it.

“Good afternoon Mr.Shelby.” You spoke softly walking into his office. Tommy was looking over some paperwork as you dropped off his lunch.

“Smells delicious as always.” He gave you a quick smile which made your heart flutter.

“Thank you Mr.Shelby, I’ll be back for your dishes in a little bit.” You nodded and made your way out of the room making sure to hide your blush as best as possible. It was no secret that you found him attractive , but you’re not the only one who has eyes for him. You’ve seen your fair share of the women who strolled in and out , but lately there’s been less and less. Usually he’d bring home two girls a night , every night! But it’s actually been about two weeks since you’ve seen him being anyone home.

You stood in the kitchen looking out the window watching the rain pour while the dishes sat on the rack air drying. It wasn’t usual for you to have some down time and the family didn’t mind since you did a good job.

“Anything interesting out there?” His voice made you jump a little before you turned to see him holding his dirty dishes.

“Oh Mr.Shelby, you didn’t have to bring those out here , I was coming to get those shortly.” You took the tray from his hands. His finger tips brushed over yours gently and that wasn’t new. Lately Tommy has been finding ways to touch you in soft ways for example he’d touch your waist when squeezing past you in the hall, how his fingers would touch your hand when handing you something, his eyes would linger on you when you’d bend to set his stuff down or when you’d bend over to grab something from under the sink, no wonder he’d stop bringing random women home.

“It’s the least I could do, gettin’ a bit borin readin’ paper work all day.” He smiled at you as you walked over to the sink .

“I suppose that could be borin’” you washed up the dishes as he stood there watching you carefully before stepping towards you and boxing you in against the sink. His hands rested on your hips making your skin crawl in a good way before his chin rested on your shoulder. “Mr.Shelby, are you feeling okay? Do I need to get you some medicine ?” You turned a little but he stopped you .

“I’m not sick darlin. Just need someone to hold. It’s been a minute…” His hands ran up your sides before pulling you away from the sink as you set the last dish on the rack. “Come with me.” Tommy held onto your hand as the two of you walked back into his office. “Please sit.” He set you down on the couch by the window before making sure the door was locked. “You enjoy your job yeah?” He asked sitting down next to you.

“I do Mr.Shelby. Your family is very kind to me and pay well.” You nodded rubbing your hands over your thighs. His hand rested over yours before lacing his fingers with yours which made your eyes grow wide.

“Please darling, don’t be shy.” Tommy leaned in and kissed your cheek before moving along your jawline up to your lips where he brushed them slowly. Your lips pushed back into kiss your eyes fluttering closed as his hand moved up your thigh. Tommy kissed you harder as he adjusted you so that you were on his lap. Your hands rested against his chest.

“Mr. Shelby … this is wrong. I’m just your help.” Tommy placed his finger over your lips to which you wrapped them around his finger while looking in his eyes.

“You’re not my help sweetheart, you’re simply mine.” His eyes darkened with each word while his tone shifted making you clench around nothing.

“I’m sorry , I don’t understand …” you tilted your head in confusion before you felt his teeth sinking into the side of your neck. Tommy sucked softly after biting making a small whimper leave your lips.

“It’s simple. What’s mine is MINE! And you darling are mine and I’ll make sure everyone knows it.” Tommy had pushed you back onto your feet before quickly lifting up your long skirt and bending you over his desk. He smirked at the wet patch on your panties as his fingers ran across the spot, his lips pressed into the side of your neck, your hands held tightly onto the desk with your head feeling fuzzy because there was no way it was happening. “You’re all mine.” He whispered against your skin as his fingers pulled your panties to the side so he could slide his fingers into slowly making you gasp.

“Mr.Shelby!” You looked over your shoulder to see the way he was biting his lip like a man being detained from his favorite meal.

“Please darling, call me Tommy.” His fingers twisted in and out of you at a pleasurable pace that you’ve tried to reach yourself. Tommy pulled his fingers out before licking them clean while fussing with his belt. The loud clank of the metal hitting the ground brought you back to reality.

“Tommy! We shouldn’t be doing this , you’re my boss.” His finger covered your lips to shush you again before he turned you to face you as his free hand ran over your stomach.

“I’m not your boss anymore… you’re simply mine and I can’t make it any clearer “ Tommy grabbed your hand and placed it on his chest while he lined the head of his cock up with your pussy and slowly pushed in making you scream , nose scrunching from the stretch of pain. “Unless I put a baby in ya.” Your eyes went huge in disbelief.

“Tommy!”

“Don’t worry darling , I won’t put a baby in you… yet.” He pushed himself all the way inside making your hands grip onto his shoulders. Tommy let you adjust. The way your heart was about to burst out of your chest scared you because there was no way this was happening! Thomas Shelby was fucking you on his desk, to be fair you’ve thought about it a million times in your own bed but you didn’t think it would actually happen.

The two of you stayed silent for what felt like ages. Tommy slowly started pumping in and out of you while looking into your eyes. Your hands ran over his chest before gripping the fabric of his shirt to pull him in deeper and smash your lips against his. You’re not sure what came over you but you wrapped your leg around his waist as he started to pick up the pace. Hearing his groans deep in your ear made you moan right into his ear as he held you tightly. His scent of tobacco and whisky intoxicated you along with how he switched it up by pulling your other leg up and angled himself deeper into you making you cry out.

“Oh Tommy! I’ve wanted this for so long.”

“I know darling , I know! I’ve wanted you too.” His words made you melt. Tommy looked into your eyes before kissing you hard , biting your lip as he pushed harder into you.

“What took you so long ?”

“Had to make sure you wanted me too. Do you know many girls see me just for the money?”

“You mean the whores?”

“Yes! They meant nothing, mindless sex.. this though… this feels real .” He stroked your cheek.

“Tommy, I love this soft side but could we have this talk after?” You pleaded before he looked down to see his cock glisten with your juices.

“Sorry darling, see you get me feeling so many things.” He chuckled before adjusting you on the desk and holding your legs up and wide open so he could drill harder into you.

“Fuck!” Your eyes closed shut as he took no mercy in holding back, letting all the tension ease out into you. The way you moaned below him with the cuteness on your face how pink you were, how your nose scrunched, the way your lips stayed parted, you were the most beautiful sight he’s ever seen.

“Darlin, I can’t last much longer.” Tommy was a panting mess above you. His face tightened as a loud groan escaped his throat. His thighs shook as the grip on your ankles tightened , his organs hit him hard , filling you up with his cum Tommy looked down at you to see that look in your eye. He knew your own orgasm was on the edge so he used his thumb to reach down and rub your clit with slight pressure at an alarming pace. The coil in your stomach snapped making your back arch as you cried out for him digging your nails into his desk.

“Shhh, I got you.” Tommy pulled you up and wrapped his arms around you to keep you close. He kissed the top of your head while you panted in his arms. The two of you stayed in each others arms comforting each other until his office door came flying in.

“Thomas … have you..! Oh!” John covered his eyes with a smirk on his lips.

“Oh be a man John, it’s not like you haven’t fucked a girl before.” Tommy rolled his eyes before brushing the hair from your face.

“Of course I’ve fucked a girl, just never our staff.”

“Well from now on, Y/N is not our staff ! She’s my love.” Tommy kissed your cheek.

“Yeah yeah that’s great and all but for the love of god can ya get dressed , we have a meeting.” John waved his hand before stepping out of the room. Tommy shook his head before slowly pulling out of you. You could feel some of his cum drip out of you before he fixed your panties. Tommy tucked himself away before pulling you back by your hips.

“Move into my room tonight.” He rubbed your hips gently.

“Yes, Mr.Shelby.” You gave him a wink before he gave a little pat on the ass as you made your way out of his office and down the hall to your new way of life.

[wonderlanddreamer]

🎧 Don't Blame Me, Love Made Me Crazy.

John Shelby × Reader (Or in my head, John x Flo)

[Part of Daisy's Lyric Drabbles]

“You could’ve been fuckin' killed!”

His voice wasn’t hoarse anymore, it was violent, full of something untamed. His hands, usually so sure, were shaking. Bloody. Still warm from the damage he’d done.

Her lip was split and her eye darkening, but she wasn’t crying.

He was the one who looked like he might fall apart.

“You think I’d just let them fuckin' get away with it?” he growled, stepping forward. “You think I’d sit around while some fuck puts his fuckin' hands on you?”

“John…” she warned.

But he was already in front of her, breathing heavily. He wasn’t shouting because he was angry at her, he was shouting because he didn’t know how else to carry what he’d done.

“I buried him,” he spat. “I put a bullet in his skull and didn’t think twice.”

Her eyes widened. “Jesus, John—”

“Don’t blame me, yeah?” he bit out. “I told you, this isn’t just you. This is me, too. Your pain is mine. Your blood, your fear, it’s fuckin' mine.”

They were close now. Too close. His forehead pressed to hers, their chests rising and falling like they were on the verge of another war, but this time, not with the world.

With each other.

“You should hate me for it,” he said quietly. “I don’t regret it one bit, you hear me?”

But she didn’t flinch. Not once.

Instead, she grabbed his shirt, fingers curling tight in the fabric, voice barely a whisper. “You think I’m scared of you?”

John’s breath caught.

“You think I don’t know exactly who you are?” she went on, voice shaking now. Not with fear. With feeling. “I never wanted a man who’d run. I wanted a man who’d burn down the world if someone hurt me.”

He stared at her, stunned to silence.

“You got him,” he said finally, rough and low. “You fuckin' got him.”

She didn’t respond with words, just pulled him to her, mouths crashing in a kiss that had no subtlety and no gentleness. It was teeth, hands and fire.

When they broke apart, gasping, she muttered, “Lock the door, Johnny.”

He didn’t even look away from her when he reached back and turned the key.

[alwaysfangirlingish]

Title: Destroy Me As A Man

Wordcount: 542 words

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Reader

Warnings: I don´t know, its just really sad

A/N: I haven´t posted in a looooong while, and I just came across this Mitski song and i´m currently re-watching Peaky Blinders, so yeah I hope you enjoy it!! If you do, please consider reblog, like and a comment! 💞���

Loving Tommy Shelby wasn’t for the weak. It wasn’t for the soft. Unfortunately, I was both.

I knew the kind of man he was. I knew what I was getting into. Still, I stepped into the wolf’s mouth.

I remember the way he looked at me when we first met. I was singing at the Garrison. He was in a shadowed corner, watching. His eyes burned with something — I could swear it was love. Mine did too, I promise.

At night, he called me angel while my dress slipped off my shoulders. By daylight, he shut the door. He shut his heart. And he shut me out.

He’d disappear for days, and I spent them wondering if he was dead. Still, when he came home drunk at 3 a.m., I opened the door. Still, I bandaged his knuckles. Still, I made tea he never drank.

Every time, I hoped he’d say, “I missed you.” Every time, he’d only say, “Don’t go near the center for a while.”

I knew he loved me, but his love always tasted like orders, like a boundary, like war.

He didn’t need to raise his voice. He never had to. Just eight words: “If you love me, do as I say.” And I did.

I would clean the blood off his hands and face, never receiving an answer when I asked what happened — or when I asked if he wanted me to stay. Just a nod, and silence.

“You okay?” I asked bringing him his glass of whiskey. He said nothing, his eyes on the newspaper. I turned to leave the room, and then he casually said, “I’m your man. You don’t have to worry.”

It wasn’t that I didn’t believe him. I just wished he knew that the way he said it made it feel like he was just saying it out of routine, not like something that meant as much as it should.

“You’re too good for me,” he said, his cold hand caressing my cheek. His heart beating fast, but with sadness in his eyes.

So if I’m an angel, then he’s a god. If he’s a god, then he has the power to destroy and rebuild me every time.

“You’re the only thing I don’t have to fight for,” he said, kissing me before slipping out the door again.

He does.

“You always come back,” he whispered in my ear before we fell asleep. It wasn't meant to hurt, but it did.

I realized: his love would never hold my hand — only tighten its grip. He had me believing in him like a faith, but in the end, he was destroying me as a man.

I grabbed my bags, his eyes heavy on my back. The sharp scent of a freshly lit cigarette hung in the air between us while tears slipped down my cheeks in silence, each one carving space for the growing emptiness inside me. And still, he said nothing.

Once I had everything I needed — everything except his unconditional love — I walked toward the door. Just as I was about to leave, he said something that finished the demolition of my heart.

“I’m sorry I’m the one you love. I would’ve loved you better if I was someone else.”

[novashelby]

"Show Me Love: II"-Linda Shelby x Fem!Reader Smut Drabble

Pairing: Linda Shelby x Fem!Reader Warnings: Smut-kinda, cheating. Word Count: 487 Summary: Nanny and Linda find comfort and silence in closet. Thank you @vivianleighwishesshewasme for participating! I hope you enjoy. Thank you strangergraphics for all the dividers.

Touches became easier after the first, second, and third time. By the fourth, they understood each other just fine enough. Women worked like that. Understanding each others’ bodies, knowing exactly where to touch, kiss, lick. And the guilt washed away as soon as Linda understood Arthur. She was a saint compared to him, and if she were to die, she could ask God…but did I lie with a whore? Did I end a life? I may have cheated with a woman, but had I not done it only for love because the husband you gave me was nothing more, but a fraud of his own emotions? The deeper she went into the Shelby life, the more comfortable she was to use the excuse, but at least I’m not like them. 

It was during her son’s birthday party. Everyone was down stairs, laughing and cheering, drinking and dancing. Her husband was the loudest. But with all the smiles and cheers, Linda felt nothing. She asked to be excused. “I want to check on something upstairs,” she had said softly, and moved through people. Escaping up the stairs without much notice by anyone, but the nanny. She put Billy down in his pen, and followed Linda upstairs. 

“Linda?” she whispered, looking behind the doors of each room and closet, before a quick hand reached out. Their fingers wrapping around her wrist, yanking her behind a broom closet door. “Linda!” she hissed as the slightly older woman closed the door, placing a finger to her lips.

“I need quiet,” she whispered, rubbing her temples. “They don’t shut up-the whole family. I just needed some quiet.” Linda closed her eyes, her hand still on the nanny’s wrist. The nanny understood. When Linda was able to catch her breath, she fluttered her eyes open, and randomly asked, “has my husband fucked in this closet?”

The nanny swallowed, her eyes diverting her attention elsewhere before saying, “perhaps once with a floor maid.” Under her breath, she mumbled something about being a bastard. The nanny couldn’t quite catch everything. Linda looked over the woman before calculating the space they were in, wondering how Arthur could manage. She slid to the ground the best she could, and attempted to maneuver the nanny so that she was hoisted up. “And so we will do the same?” The nanny snorted, balancing her legs over Linda’s shoulders. She pressed back against the wall, attempting to keep herself steady. “Yes,” she said, bit breathless as she wrestled with the woman’s skirts and panties. 

The nanny helped her by holding a bunched fist of skirts. She watched as Linda nestled her face between her thighs, kissing her panty covered pussy, lovingly and needily. “And why is that?” she got out in a breath, feeling her hips grind forwards.

Between soft kisses and licks, Linda said, “because in fucking you, I’m fucking him. And isn’t that what he wants? Fuck him.”

[peakyltd]

Shadows

John Shelby x female reader

A/N: It's been a loooong long while but I'm back and actually wrote a little something, inspired by the gif below. I hope you guys like it!

Warnings: Angst, grief

Word count: 1242

The sun softly crept trough the window, projecting the shadows of the textured curtains of Johns’s old Watery Lane bedroom on both his and (Y/N)'s faces as they peeked trough the side of them. The streets were eerily quiet and the tension of the ongoing vendetta was palpable.

"How long have you been in here?" John asked while he kept his eyes on the street. "Since last night, orders of your brother." (Y/N) answered. "I'm not allowed to leave under any circumstances. Probably until they say it's safe." She sighed as her eyes fell on John's relaxed frame. His trousers were smoothly ironed, a white undershirt covered his upper body and his hair was neatly combed, a sight that she hadn't seen in a while. "I wonder if it ever will be." She added softly.

"You know he wouldn't do this for fun, love." John replied as he moved his eyes from the streets to meet hers. "Probably for the better, eh?" She shrugged at his question that somehow sounded more like a statement. "I'm not too sure about that."

They held each others gaze for a while until she looked down at the floor, resting her body against the wall. He had noticed the dark circles under her eyes, the stress laced into the beautiful features of her face and the sparkle that was still missing from her eyes. He stepped closer, reaching for her hand and pulling her into his chest, safely wrapping his arms around her back. “I got you, you know that.” He mumbled against her hair before he pressed a kiss to the side of her head. He felt her arms find their way around his waist while she let her head rest against his chest, a soft sigh escaping from her lips.

“I missed you so much.” She whispered, her hands resting on his back. He kept quiet for a moment, feeling a pang of sadness in his chest from her words. "I missed you too." He replied, the tip of his fingers running up and down her back. "I'm tired, John." She confessed quietly. “I know, darlin’ but you’ll get trough this. I know you will.” He tried to encourage her, trying to stay positive in a situation that seemed endless.

“Can you please tell me about your day?” She quietly asked, longing for something quite normal in their turbulent lives. “Well…” He started. “I went home because I hoped I’d find you there but I didn’t. Then went to visit Polly to ask her but she seemed too busy. After that I came here.” He chuckled, the sound vibrating trough his chest, making her feel at ease.

“I haven’t been home in a while.” She disclosed, her hands grabbing onto his shirt. “Couldn’t settle anymore.” She felt his fingers gently run trough her hair while he pressed another kiss on her head. “I’m so sorry.” A wave of guilt washed over him.

“No, please, you shouldn’t be sorry.” She assured him as she closed her eyes for a moment. He held her close while his eyes wandered around the room. Memories of the past years slowly entering his mind one by one. “Do you remember the time we were caught stealing from the bakery a few streets away?” He asked, trying to lighten up her mood. She lifted her head to look at him, a small smile visible on her lips. “Excuse me? We? It was you who did it and I got caught while I was innocent.” She chuckled softly, getting a grin back from John in response. “It was even worse when my parents found out.”

He chuckled. “Hadn’t seen you in weeks after that.” He remarked, a smirk on his face. “I just accepted my fate and didn’t want to snitch on you.” She smiled at him. “Ah see, that’s when I knew you were the one. The most loyal woman I've ever known.” He winked at her before pressing a soft kiss against her lips. She gently cupped his face in her hands as her eyes scanned his face.

A few minutes in silence went by until she spoke up. “Do you think this will end well?” She asked, bringing up the vendetta again. “Of course it will.” He spoke up, not too sure if it would but not wanting to fuel her worries more. “We will win.”

His words caused a cold shiver to run down her spine, she held his gaze before slowly shaking her head. “We’ve already lost.” Her voice was quiet, almost too scared to speak the words out loud. Her hands dropped down to hold onto his waist. John took a deep breath while he put a strand of hair behind her ear. “You did not. You have to keep going.” His soft blue eyes tried to assure her.

“It wasn’t supposed to end like this. It’s not fair. It’s not fucking fair, John. It could be anyone but they took you… like it was nothing.” She looked away, feeling the tears burning in her eyes but trying to blink them away. John grabbed both of her hands when he spoke up. “Look at me.” She bit her lip, trying to avoid his stare. "(Y/N)... look at me."

She looked up at him, her teary eyes reflected the sadness that had took over her body. "Listen love, people like us don’t get to decide when we’re done.” John confided calmly, knowing his fate was laid in somebody else's hands the very moment he decided to follow his brothers' footsteps.

“People like you? You're a good man John, you deserved better. You never belonged in this life.” Her voice trembled as she put her hand on his chest. “Your heart was way too good for that.” His eyes were locked on hers, not knowing what to say. "We were supposed to be happy. Together." She added as she felt a tear run down her cheek. She remembered how he bravely protected her when they attacked him, at their own home. Brave, fearless and strong, putting up a tough fight but it wasn't enough.

She remembered how she saw him fall, hit by bullet after bullet. She remembered the agonizing screams that left her mouth and the light that left his blue eyes. She did what she could but there was nothing that could've saved him.

“You have to remember that I’m always with you, even when you don’t see me.” He interrupted her thoughts while he gently cupped her cheek, slowly stroking her skin with his thumb. She sighed, the familiar touch giving her the feeling of security she so desperately needed. “Promise me that you keep going, yeah? Do the things you always wanted to do.” He gave her a smile. “It makes no sense doing them without you.” She quietly spoke.

“You’re not doing them without me.”

She wrapped her arms around him again, hiding her face in his chest as she took a deep breath. The feeling of his strong arms around her made her forget about the harsh reality for a moment. “I have to go.” He whispered. “Will I see you soon?” She wondered, slightly hopeful. He was quiet for a moment, a bit unsure of what to say. “You will.”

She slowly let go of him, taking in the sight of him again. “Wait for, me, will you?” A small smile appeared on his face. “I will, love. I promise.”

Tagging some people who might like it, obviously no pressure to read it if it's not your cup of tea! @brummiereader @call-sign-shark @peakyswritings @zablife @emotionalcadaver @runnning-outof-time @raincoffeeandfandoms

[ikinremu]

KINKTOBER DAY 13 | BREEDING KINK X JOHN SHELBY

John Shelby x Fem!Reader

Tags: P in V, Unprotected, Breeding kink

“This what you wanted, eh darlin?” John slipped a low, hoarse groan, the heat of his breath brushing over your neck as he thrust his hips back and forth at a torturous rate, “Jus’ wanted my cock inside that little cunt, hm?”

His words sent an immediate swarm of fluttering to your stomach as you writhed desperately beneath him, a mess of moans and whispered curses, “Yes, John..”

Driven utterly insane by the sound of you, he picked up the pace of his thrusts, your walls clenching around his length as he filled you so perfectly, hands kneading greedily at your hips.

“You like being filled up?” He chuckled, chest heaving with satisfaction as he trailed his touch slowly between your thighs, beginning to toy with your swollen clit.

You nodded, babbling inaudibly beneath him.

“You want my cum dripping out of that cunt, darlin?” He groaned, amusement blatant on his lips.

His words sent an immediate shudder down your spine, a stark contrast to your flushed skin. The image alone had you squeezing eagerly at his cock, nodding shamelessly.

“Gonna stuff you full of my fuckin’ cum.” John practically grunted, composure escaping him as his hips pelted against yours, “Put a baby in you?”

“Fuck, yes!” You pleaded, fingertips digging rather harshly into the broad of his back, revelling in the combination of him hitting deep within you as his fingers worked so flawlessly your sensitive clit.

“That’s fuckin’ right, love. Gonna look so pretty carryin’ my baby.”

Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed! Please note that in the process of kinktober works releasing, I’m also working through requests - so if you’ve sent one in thank you as always for your patience!!

[ilovetoxicfictionalmen]

TOMMY HAS YOU TIED TO THE BED

Pairing - Tommy Shelby - fem!reader

Warnings - Bondage, p in v, rough, dub con.

Word count - 500+

Notes - Yayyyyy Tommy. Little drabble because he is a such a complex character to me.

As the door creaked open, Tommy couldn’t help but to smirk to himself. Right where he left you. Wrists bound to the bed frame as your head sloped over during your uneasy slumber, the bed sheets hardly covered your exposed, marked body. His heavy footsteps woke you as he headed to his mini bar whilst shredding off his jacket. 

“Enjoy your night?” You sneered, your throbbing head undulated as your body felt weak. 

“It was decent” Tommy replied coolly, his back to you as he poured himself a double shot of whiskey and walked over to you. “But I longed to return home to you” he admitted as he sat on the edge of the bed beside you. 

“Lucky me” you grinned sarcastically, your eyes lingered on the tumbler, it triggered your dry throat to pulsate. 

“Thirsty?” He inquired, an innocent smile on his lips. 

You nodded gently and leaned yourself towards the glass. But he swapped it to his opposing hand and held it away from the bed. As you pouted to him, Tommy laughed in a dark tone as he placed it on the bedside table. Gradually, Tommy climbed on top of you and leant his head close to yours, your noses brushed against each other.

“Then be a good girl for me tonight, eh?” He whispered, the scent of alcohol suffocated your smell. 

Tommy pulled the sheets off of your bare skin and admired the markings that he had given you within the past day. It gave him a sense of complete ownership, your body was for his taking. He tugged his shirt over his head and threw it aside. 

“You can’t keep me here forever” you grumbled. 

The fresh scratches on his chest were still yet to heal, it was his own fault, he miscalculated your strength. Tommy leant down and kissed you deeply, you compelled, not wanting another bruised mark on your skin, your hands naturally tugged at the rough rope, as they urged to wrap themselves around his upper body. 

Tommy freed his throbbing length with one hand and caressed your torso with the other. His fingers ran over your swollen entrance and you gulped, unsure if your body had recovered from earlier today. 

“By the time I untie you, you won’t want to leave” he smiled as he pressed the sides of your faces together. Steadily, he lined up his tip to your entrance. 

“Cocky gypsy bastard” you moaned as you felt his length slowly push inside your wet canal. 

There was a quick moment of silence as Tommy focused on pushing himself completely inside of you first. Slowly, he slipped in inch by inch to tease you. Done so to purely enjoy your soft, sweet moans. 

“And your father is a cocky Irish scum. Which led you here, right beneath me” Tommy countered eventually. There was no counter argument from you, to hell with both of them. “Might as well get used to me, he won’t want you anymore when he finds out what you’ve been up to. He might shoot you for treason” Tommy chuckled cruelly, his hands pulling up your hips from the mattress as your legs wrapped around his waist.

“Fuck you Tommy” you hissed, as you tugged on the restraints and turned your face away from his in anger. 

“You’re doing that right now sweetheart” Tommy snickered as he nibbled on your earlobe, picking up his pace without care.

[wutheringcaterpillar]

Tommy Shelby convincing his wife to stop being angry at him after an argument

Thank you again so much!

warnings: Reader is insecure and Tom is an ass still learning to love, fluff

“I’m not angry, I’m livid Thomas! You completely embarrassed me tonight, and had the audacity to place me at a dinner table with a woman that wants to fuck my husband!” He rolled his eyes carelessly, fully understanding why you were upset but denying the simple state of your feelings before raising his voice. “Maybe you would have understood had your simple mind set aside your inner personal problems and not been consumed by a ridiculous, saddening amount of jealousy!” You jaw dropped in astonishment at what he had said, before your anger mixed into sadness. Whipping your head around, you rushed out of the room, finding yourself taking solace in the bedroom.

He followed you, brushing his hand down his face in worry as he knew he had gone too far. You were just a delicate little thing that knew close to nothing about business but he hadn’t intended for her to be there at the meeting.

When he walked through the door and saw you sitting on the disheveled sheets, weeping into you palms, he knew he had gone too far and shouldn’t have raised his voice at you.

He knew you were a delicate little thing that could be insecure just based off of the previous women he had been involved with. Not only were they beautiful, but they also knew how to bargain and handle business affairs. But he had never, ever intended to throw your worries and concerns in your face in such a manner. He loved you deeply and was still learning how to show you, how to respect your boundaries. In his eyes you were his rock, the most beautiful woman in the world whom always treated him with such kindness and patience.

Taking his seat next to you on the mattress, he slowly attempted to place his arm around you but you nudged him away, not wanting a single thing to do with him at this very moment.

Sighing, his eyes scanned the room, contemplating the best way to handle this without screwing it up.

When he spoke, it was with sincerity, his voice was as soft as a loving dove. “Y/N, I didn’t mean to say that. With business comes hardships and we will fight. We will be mad at each other, most likely because of myself.” He heard you chuckle lightly through the tears, catching his attention.

“But I truly did not know she would be attending and I should have told you of her intentions.” Your cries were beginning to simmer down when you found the courage to turn toward him, staring into his blue eyes that radiated kindness, no anger apparent.

When he saw you tear-stained face he wanted to kick himself, to rewind and wish he had never even arranged this business deal at the expense of your feelings. His eyebrows furrowed together, his thumb tracing away your tears as his lips pursed together in regret.

“She smirked at me Thomas… She blatantly said to me in the kitchen she would win you over, she told me I was just a chess piece in a game I’d never understand nor win.” Thomas hadn’t known that, if he did he would’ve thrown them out of your home, had the whore walking home in fear for her life, taking everything from her in just a matter of minutes, completely demolishing any confidence or thought that she would have a chance with him.

His hand clenched together in anger while he tried to avoid becoming more aggressive than he had already been tonight. It was one thing to disrespect him, but you were far more important, and far more vulnerable at times than he was and he drew a line when it came to anyone speaking to his beloved wife in such disgust manner.

“Believe me when I say, this deal is off and you won’t ever see her again. The dumb blonde was talking out of her ass, and I will not stand for someone disrespecting my wife. She could never compete with my strong, loving, overly attractive Y/N. No woman would ever come between us my darling. Nonetheless, you are my rock, and have put up with the darkest sides of me and still choose to stand by me as I do you and that will never change my love.” A small smile formed on your face while the anger, and hatred in the room seemed to fade out, and simmer down.

Pulling you into his arms, you nuzzled your head into the crook of his neck, the warmth of his skin and the smell of cigarettes bringing immense comfort to your body, causing your bones to relax and not be so stiff and full of tension anymore.

He held you tight, rubbing slow circles over your back as he felt your breathing become more subtle and on track. From this moment forward he knew he had to do better, he didn’t want to imagine a life without you in it, he wouldn’t.

He had never felt so lucky to have you, and was still trying to change his ways for you, even if it was the slightest amount just to keep you near and dear at his side, just where had had wanted you. Placing a soft, chaste kiss to your silky, delicate skin as he hugged you tightly, brushing one hand through the strands of your hair lovingly while he whispered endless apologies, never wanting to upset you in this manner ever again.