#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 .

[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]

Hi Daisy, I've come to request a John fic with the fluff prompt ❛ do you think the moon is jealous of how pretty you are? ❜( If you feel inspired, of course!) It seems like a line he would use!

Thank you for your request Lee! 🥰 This line really is something John would say, I already saw that cheeky little grin in my mind.

A/N: I wrote it pretty quickly but then I had some trouble with the flow of the story. I feel like it might not completely live up to what I wrote before. So if that's the case, I'm sorry. Anyway I hope you still like and enjoy it. I certainly did have a lot of fun writing John, it reminded me how much I love his character!

Warnings: Swearing. A few rude comments on Linda? Nothing serious. Other than that it's just pure fluff.

Word count: 2002

Family Dinner

"Please remind me that if you ever want to have a family dinner at our house again, that I'll say no." John mumbles in her ear as he wraps his arms around her waist. "Why?" (Y/N) giggles, looking up at him.

They’re both standing in the kitchen as (Y/N) is finishing up the home made dinner. It was her idea to invite his family but it took her some time to convince John.

"It's pure chaos and Linda is pissing me off with her nagging." He answers her, chewing on this toothpick. "John, you can't say that." She chided, eyeing his family who were sat at the table. The distant was big enough for them not to hear John complaining.

"Oh c'mon (Y/N), don't act like you don't think the same thing." He says as he takes her chin gently between his fingers, turning her face back to him.

As their eyes meet, she can't help but laugh. "See? This is exactly what I mean." John laughs. "I really hope Arthur will grow his balls b-" (Y/N) cuts John off by putting her hand on his mouth, shushing him. "Ssh!" She whispers as she lowers her hand.

"Can I help you with the food (Y/N)?" Linda asks as she approaches the kitchen. "Oh no you don't have to Linda, I'm almost finished. It will come right up"

"It's really no bother." She smiles. "Thank you but it's all set, John will be our waiter tonight." (Y/N) jokes, earning a chuckle from Linda. John, on the other hand, rolls his eyes as he turns to the counter. He takes the toothpick out of his mouth and cuts off some of the meat (Y/N) made.

"If you change your mind, I'll be right there." Linda points at the empty chair next to Arthur. (Y/N) smiles at her. "I appreciate it, Linda." She answers. Watching the woman return to her seat.

(Y/N) hears a deep sigh coming from behind her. "It's no bother" He imitates her. "To me it is." John adds while eating some meat. She pushes playfully against his shoulder. "John."

"I'm right there." He imitates her again. "As if she just came walking in, she's already sitting there for hours."

"John please." (Y/N) chuckles. "She means well. What has she done to you?"

John leans against the counter. "She has to fucking comment on everything someone says or does. As of right now yeah, Arthur just had a drink or two too many. He’s not even pissed yet but she keeps asking him if it's really a good idea to take more whiskey." He sighs frustratedly. "I know I need more whiskey if I need to listen to her any longer."

(Y/N) places her hands on his cheeks and pulls him closer to her. "Try to let it go for tonight, okay? They're both adults and if Arthur has had enough of it, he'll let her know." "He won't." He defends.

"Lets just enjoy the night." She adds as she kisses him softly. "Okay?" "Hm 'kay" John mumbles against her lips as he puts his hands on her waist, pulling her in for another kiss.

The dinner went well, the Shelby's enjoyed the fresh made food and the drinks were flowing. John had visibly relaxed and was slumped back in his seat, laughing at the conversation he was having with his brothers and cousin.

The kids were running in and out of the house, hopefully getting rid of their last energy of the day before going to bed. Ada was talking to Linda and Polly watched the family, a pleased smile on her face.

(Y/N) went back into the kitchen to get her selfmade pudding. She was excited about the dessert ever since the day she knew his family came over for dinner. It was her favorite and she loved to make it. She added some strawberries on top before taking it back to the table.

Before she could even reach the table, the kids came running in, chasing each other. A shout of John could be heard but it was too late, a few of them bumped into (Y/N). The sudden impact caused her to drop the pudding.

A loud gasp comes from her mouth. “Oh no…” She watches it splash apart, leaving it all over the floor. Disappointment filling her features.

“What have I said about no fucking running around the kitchen! Look what you've done!" John bellows as he stands up, the children immediately apologize. "Sorry mom." "Yes sorry aunt (Y/N)."

She sighs. "It's okay. Don't worry about it. Be careful next time, yeah?" They nod. "Now go back outside." John adds strictly, glaring at the kids. He made sure they were out of sight before he made his way to the kitchen.

"I'm so sorry." She apologizes to his family. "Don't be sorry, love. We've had already more than enough." Polly smiles at her. "We'll come back for pudding another time."

(Y/N) nods, wiping the remains of her dress. "Here let me help you." A voice came from behind her. John got a few towels for her to clean her dress and helped her to tidy the mess on the floor.

Once they were finished she sat back down in her chair. Feeling better after John’s attempts to cheer her up.

Rumbling was heard from the kitchen as John appeared with two bottles of whiskey in his hands. He lifted them above his head, a big grin on his lips. “I got a new dessert!” He cheered. A sigh coming from (Y/N)’s lips. “Oh god…”

As their evening came to an end, (Y/N) and John said their goodbyes to his family. Their exit was as chaotic as their entrance. Arthur was too drunk and had to be helped into the car by Tommy and Finn. Which resulted in John having tears rolling down his cheeks from laughter and a very annoyed Linda.

When Tommy told John to "shut his fucking mouth or he would help to do so" it caused Arthur to have his own fit of uncontrollable giggles. A lot of shouting and more laughter had followed until Polly and Ada finally managed to get everyone in their cars. As soon as the cars drove out of the drive way, peace had returned.

John wiped the tears off his face. "Did you see his face? Bloody idiot." He started laughing again. "I don’t want to know how they will get him out of the car." (Y/N) giggles. "I would leave him there. He can get out by himself in the morning." He chuckles.

As his laughter calmed down he took a deep breath. "I have to admit that I enjoyed this night more than I thought I would." "I'm glad you did." She beams at him as she pulls him in for a hug, leaning her head against his chest.

John strokes her hair and kisses the top of her head. While he is looking at the garden, an idea pops up in his head.

"Shall I light the fire pit? The weather is still lovely and I wouldn’t mind to spend some time alone with you." He offers. (Y/N) looks up at him. "Oh yes, I would love that. I'll quickly check on the children, I hope they didn't wake up from all the noise."

"Alright." He gives her a quick kiss, leaving her smiling. He collects some branches and makes his way to the fire place.

Once upstairs (Y/N) checks the bedrooms of their children. She finds them sound asleep, as if nothing happened. All of them too tired from their eventful night.

As (Y/N) arrives back outside, John was already sat in front of the fire. A whiskey in his hand and a new toothpick in his mouth. “They’re still sleeping.” She tells him. "I’m glad." He says as he gets up.

"Do I need to get your coat?" "No I'm fine, it's still warm enough." She assures him. "I did get you a blanket." He points at the chair next to his, a blanket hanging on the back of the chair.

She smiles at his gesture. "Thank you, John." She says, sitting down. The fire warms her skin immediately. "I got your wine." John sits next to her, showing her the bottle and filling her glass. "You're such a gentleman, John Shelby."

He chuckles as he hands her the glass. "Of course I am." He answers, putting the bottle down next to him. (Y/N) takes a sip of her drink, leaning back against the chair. The blanket had already warmed up by the fire, making her feel at ease. She takes a deep breath as she looks over the meadow next to their house.

John mimics her and watches the fire. The reflection of the flames dancing on his face. "Aren't we lucky?" She asks, looking at him. "I know I am, I have the most beautiful woman in the world." He grins at her. She blushes lightly at his comment. "Are you flirting with me?" She chuckles.

"Maybe." He smirks at her. "Is it working?" "It already worked a while ago." She jokes. (Y/N) grabs his hand, she softly strokes it with her thumb. John squeezes hers gently. "But yes, it is working." She admits.

A peaceful silence fell over them as they're both sipping on their drinks. As the flames become smaller, John put extra woodblocks and branches in the fire pit. He catches (Y/N) staring at the sky. He looks up as well, gazing at the moon and many stars that were visible this night.

"Do you think the moon is jealous of how pretty you are?" He asks (Y/N) as he looks at her, a cheeky grin on his face. She shifts her gaze to him. "My god John." She giggles, hiding her face in her hands. John laughs as he grabs her hands and pulls her up from her chair.

"Don't hide that pretty face of yours." He chuckles. He sneaks his arms around her and pulls her closer. (Y/N) wraps her arms around his neck, brushing her fingers over the short hair on the back of his head.

"I do think the moon is jealous of how pretty you are." John confesses to her as he looks into her eyes. "Nothing compares to you. Not even the moon."

(Y/N) blushes, admiring John’s face. "I love you so much." "I love you too, darling." He tells her as he moves his face closer to hers.

"Before you kiss me, please let me do this." She whispers, earning a confused look from John. (Y/N) takes the toothpick out of his mouth and throws it into the fire.

"Oh." He chuckles. "I don't think it would add much good." She smiles. "You never know, maybe you're into it." He jokes. (Y/N) can't help but giggle at his stupid joke.

“You make me the happiest, John.” She tells him, her voice soft. “Imagine how you make me feel.” John grins at her.

He moves his face closer to hers again. His breath fanning her face. (Y/N) feels the butterflies in her stomach, they're giving her a giddy feeling. She gently pulls him closer until their lips connect.

The kiss starts off soft but steadily becomes heated as they're exploring each others mouth. One of John's hand slowly lowers until he stops on her butt, gently grabbing ahold of it. He grins as she let out a soft moan. Her fingers are tangled in his hair as her other hand rests on his neck, wanting more.

John slowly breaks this kiss, breathing heavily. "I can't get enough of you." He breathes out as he strokes her cheek with his thumb. (Y/N) smiles at him, catching her own breath. "We don't have to stop yet." She teases him. "I wasn't planning on doing so." He smirks as he pulls her in for another passionate kiss.

One of many they would share that night.

[midnightswithdearkatytspb]

MidnightsWithDearKatyTSPB’s Recommendation List: May Pt. 2

Hi everyone. Welcome to the second part of May’s recommendation list. Can you believe we maxed out Part 1 linking availability? You guys are writing machines! With finals coming to a close and some of you graduating, I hope you are taking some time to enjoy reading and self-care. I’m so very proud of every one of you. If you would like a moodboard made for your story or character, feel free to send me a request. I would love to make you one. If you are interested in having your writing challenges featured here, your stories, or even your blog, please feel free to tag me in your works, message me, or use the hashtag MidnightWithDearKatyTSPB. Heads up, June may be all on one list. I’m going to my Grandmother’s 90th birthday and visit my family. I’ll get plenty of reading done while I’m gone, but I don’t know how much list-making I’ll get done. Enjoy the rest of your spring and the start of your summer!

<<May Pt. 1 💐

June 🐾 >>

Masterlist 📜

PEDRO PASCAL CHARACTERS:

DRABBLES/BLURBS:

Big Fan (Tommy's Version) by @atinylittlepain >> Tommy Miller ft. Ellie Williams - Summary: Tommy and Ellie stumble on someone very familiar to Tommy. | I was laughing so hard at everyone's reaction to this.

ONE-SHOTS:

2 Murphy's and a Peña by @violentdelightsandviolentends >> Javier Peña x Female Reader - Summary: Reader has a horrible date. Javier thinks she just needs a man who puts her needs first. (My Summary) | This was short and hot, just how you need it sometimes.

Aquatic Rehabilitation by @psychedelic-ink >> Joel Miller x f!reader - Summary: Joel has been experiencing knee pain for the past two months. When he finally sees an orthopedist, he learns that he has some minor damage to his meniscus. The doctor prescribes him anti-inflammatory medication and physical therapy, recommending swimming. At the pool, he meets you. | Wowza, that was really hot.

Drown in your Wrath and Fury by @movievillainess721 >> Dave York x curvy f!reader x (with a surprise guest) - Summary: You're Dave's prisoner...and old flame. Can you survive his wrath and fury? | It was so hot, I was blushing.

*I Crawl Home To Her by @johnwatsn >> Joel Miller ft. Sarah Miller & Ellie Williams - Summary: After being stabbed, Joel floats in and out of consciousness, between then and now, before and after, and his two daughters, both saving him in their own ways. | This is just a masterpiece of emotion, and it's so well written!

Look For The Butterfly by @lily-inbloom >> post-outbreak!Joel Miller x fem!reader - Summary: Sarah reminds Joel of something very important. | Don't mind me. I'll just be over here in the corner crying like a big baby.

Prove It by @joelscruff >> boyfriend's dad!Joel Miller x f!reader - Summary: Joel shows you how much he cares about you (in a slightly depraved way). (in connection with quickie and snack break) | Made my heart drop to the bottom of my stomach with emotions while supplying wonderful filth and excitement.

Request by @joelsgirl >> Joel Miller x Reader - Summary/Request: Reader is feeling awful because she's too warm, and the relief he feels when he sees her cooling off, physically and emotionally? | A charming short piece showing the caring side of Joel is what we need sometimes.

The Saint, The Sinner, & The Devil by @joelsgirl >> Mafia DBF!Joel Miller, Corrupt Javier Pena + Reader - Sneak Peak: “Yes, little one. You'll get to service us both tonight.” | Excellent and Filthy

Satellite by @jksprincess10 >> Assistant!reader x Javier Peña - Summary: Summary: You’re trying really hard not to fuck your boss. But everyone around you, including him, makes it really hard. | Javi could probably convince me to do anything.

Sharing Is Caring by @dreamsofmandalore >> Mafia!AU Joel Miller x Reader x Javier Peña - Summary: Several people asked what would happen if mafia enforcer Joel and corrupt agent Javi existed in the same universe. | Thank you for feeding our wildest imaginations.

Waffle House Confessions by @softlyspector >> no outbreak!Joel Miller x f!Reader - Summary: You pick an inopportune moment to give Joel some news. | I felt like I was watching it play out on TV, and I was feeling all the emotions coming across—such a good one-shot.

Words by @joelscruff >> boyfriend's dad!Joel Miller x f!reader - Summary: You and Joel are left reeling from your boyfriend's discovery. (a direct sequel to prove it) | Cat has a way with words and emotions pulling you into her works.

SERIES:

I'm In A State (Prequel) | In My Hometown by @swiftispunk >> pre-outbreak!dbf!neighbour!Joel Miller x afab!fem!actor(ish)!Reader - Summary: The moment that sends you over the edge with your neighbour, Joel. | Perfect as always, Hannah. Thanks for making me giggle like a schoolgirl.

One For The Money, Two For The Show >> Rockstar!Joel Miller x Actress!Reader - Summary: When world-famous rockstar Joel Miller finds himself in some hot water with the press, his PR team suggests fake dating an up-and-coming actress to refine his image. However, when they actually start spending time together, the happy couple can’t stand each other. Will they be able to turn it around for the cameras, or will it all be for nothing? | Things are getting mighty steamy, just the way I like them. Feeling so blessed to be able to read this story.

To Polish Up A Diamond pt. i | >> @pedges >> Joel Miller x afab!reader - Summary: “We can get an annulment,” Joel says, cutting you off. It’s almost as if he couldn’t wait to say it, and you’re not sure why that stings so much. “Yeah—yes,” you mutter, swallowing the softball lodged in your throat. You clear it in hopes of sounding more compelling when you speak again. “Of course. Duh.”  -- or, the one where you wake up married to Joel Miller. | This is such an emotional roller coaster, and we are only just beginning. I'm looking forward to seeing where this goes.

BLURBS/DRABBLES:

The Baking Lesson by @zablife >> John Shelby x f!reader - Summary: Gif Request - Sneak Preview: "C'mere gorgeous," John said, turning your chin toward him. "It can't be that bad. Just tell me," he coaxed with an encouraging smile. | John is very much my hero!

Sweetest of the Sunflowers by @peakyscillian >> Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary: I picked the prompt “You're the best thing that's ever happened to me” for this one and also based it around the song 'Sun To Me' By Zach Bryan. | Moodboard is gorgeous, and I love how you can tell how much Tommy adores his fiance in this.

Pedro Pascal doesn't owe you anything... by @coulsons-band

Drama Actor Round Table: Pedro Pascal, Damson Idris, Kieran Culkin, Jeff Bridges, Evan Peters, and Michael Imperioli posted by @pedrohub

[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!!

[midnightswithdearkatytspb]

If Tommy were my hot asshole neighbor, I would gladly like to hear how he would like to make it up to me. 😏

Tommy Shelby + Hot Asshole Neighbor

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Reader

Warnings: none, swearing

@shelbydelrey

You really hate whoever it is that’s moved in next to you. They come and go at all hours of the night, they have absolutely zero respect for the ‘no smoking’ rule, and they always have a guest over who shouts! One of these days, you’re going to meet whoever this asshole is and you’re going to give them a piece of your mind!

Except, you never actually manage to catch them. Your schedules just don’t align it seems, so instead you write a strongly worded letter and tape it to their door. You even sign your name and apartment number, that’s how fed up you are!

Later that week, when you’re relaxing with a bottle of wine and your favorite tv show, there’s a knocking at your door. Letting out a groan, you haul yourself up out of the comfortable confines of your couch and slouch your way to the door.

You throw open the door, very irritated to be interrupted, “Yeah? What do you w-.”

Your words die out quickly as you take in the appearance of the person on the other side. Easily the most tragically handsome man you’ve ever seen is at your door holding the letter you wrote in his hand.

You both stare at each other for a long moment before the man clears his throat, “I got your letter. I wanted to apologize for disturbing you.”

You gape stupidly at him for a moment before it registers in your mind that this is the asshole who’s been driving you nuts these past few weeks.

“Oh, uh,” you stutter out, trying to figure out how to respond. Apparently this is a common occurrence for this man because he smirks at you and waits patiently for the answer, “It’s okay. Just keep it down, yeah?”

He nods and then his eyes are raking up and down your form and you suddenly feel very self conscious wearing only a large t-shirt and booty shorts. There’s something about that hooded stare of his that makes your core clench up in want and anxiety in equal measures.

“Let me make it up to you,” he says, leaning forward into your space to rest against the door frame.

“H-how would you do that?” you ask, trying to draw yourself up to look more confident.

A devilishly handsome grin stretches on his face, “I can think of a few ways.”

…

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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.

[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.

[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.

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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.

[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.”

[wonderlanddreamer]

[1928] Small Heath, Birmingham.

A John & Lydia Shelby drabble.

[Part of The Lydia Saga]

The streets of Small Heath were quiet this time of day, but not empty. Lydia perched on the worn stone ledge of a neglected shopfront, tucked safely between crumbling brickwork and rails that had long surrendered to rust. Her fingers toyed with the ring on her right hand, John’s old ring, one she’d nicked from his drawer when she was twelve and he’d never asked for back.

She had blood on her knuckles.

Not hers.

“Lyds,” came John’s voice, low and even, the way it always was when he was trying not to make something worse.

She didn’t turn around.

He crossed the floor slowly, boots crunching against bits of glass and old bolts. When he got close enough, he crouched down in front of her, arms resting on his thighs.

“You alright?”

“I’m fine,” she muttered. “It was just some idiot.”

“You split his lip clean open.”

Her voice steadied with an edge. “He grabbed me. Said I should smile when he talks to me.”

John’s jaw set, muscles clenched hard against the thought. “You tell Tommy?”

“I’m telling you.”

He nodded, satisfied.

“Shouldn’t’ve been alone, Lyds.” he said after a pause. “Not round here.”

“Don’t start,” she replied sharply, finally meeting his gaze with defiance. “I can take care of myself.”

“I know,” he said simply. “I ain't saying you can’t. I’m saying they don’t play nice.”

Lydia’s expression hardened, eyes bright with frustration. “I’m tired of feeling like I’m being watched all the time. Like I’m glass that’ll break.”

“You ain’t glass,” John said, voice low. “But you're still ours. And we protect what’s ours, even when it don't want it.”

She looked down at her hands, stained with dried blood and dust. “Do you think I did the wrong thing?”

John shook his head. “I think you did what you had to. And I think if I’d been there, the bastard wouldn’t have teeth left.”

That made her smile a little.

He reached out and gently tapped her chin, lifting her gaze. “You ain’t a kid to me, Lyds. Haven’t been for a long time. I see you, yeah? I know you’re strong. Smart. Brave as fuckl.”

“I don’t always feel brave.”

“Eh, no one does. But you stand your ground, even when you’re scared. That’s braver than most.”

A lump rose in her throat, her next words thick with worry. “I don’t want Tommy to find out. He’ll go off the rails again.”

John nodded. “Alright. This stays between us.”

“You won’t tell?”

“Nope. But you’ll let me teach you how to punch better next time.”

Lydia laughed, wiping at her face. “I didn’t do that bad.”

“You didn’t,” John said, rising to his feet and offering her his hand. “But you’re a Shelby. We do better than not bad.”

She took his hand, letting him pull her up. She didn’t let go right away.

“Thanks, Johnny.”

“Always,” he said, brushing a speck of dried blood from her cheek. “You’re my girl.”

Her head leaned against his shoulder as they began their stroll, side by side, the familiar weight of his arm comforting against the night’s chill.

Words fell away as unnecessary, their silence speaking volumes.

I've not written for Lydia in a while, tagging those who may be interested. 🤍

@novashelby @evita-shelby @zablife @darklydeliciousdesires @copinghex @pacifymebby @thatcrazyblonde57 @vivianleighwishesshewasme @starklizzie @cillianmurphysdimples @rei-is-still-here @futurefamousdeadmusician

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[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.”

———

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

[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.

[ikinremu]

i have a feeling tommy’s so talented in bed he can make girls squirt… maybe a fix about that!! please and thank you!

Hi anon!! Thank you for requesting, hope you enjoy <3

Messy

Tommy Shelby x Fem!Reader

! Smut warning !

—> drabble <—

Tags: fingering, oral (f receiving), squirtin, praise

“Tommy-“ You mumbled as his head hovered between your thighs, spread gently by his large, splayed hands, veins running prominently under his skin.

“Trust me, love.” He smirked, eyes flickering briefly over your own, the heat of his breath brushing over your exposed cunt - sopping with anticipation. “You can do that, eh?”

You certainly were capable of that, trusting his touch was no issue. You gave a clear nod of confirmation, thighs twitching beneath the possessive grip of Tommy’s fingers, spreading you apart for his taking.

“Such a sweet fuckin’ cunt, isn’t that right?” He groaned out the words, raising a single, tame brow expectantly as his mouth lingered a mere inch from where he knew you needed him most, “Just begging for me, isn’t it?”

Your fingers found securely into the chair beneath you - the very same chair Tommy worked upon everyday, pinned behind his desk. Though today was different, he simply had to have you exactly where you were. And you certainly hadn’t a thing to complain about.

His tongue swept against your soaked folds, stroking slowly upward, eyes set entirely on you. Instinctually, your back formed a soft arch, pushing your trembling hips against his tongue, drawing a chuckle from his lips.

“I know,” He spoke lowly, “Be patient for me.” He instructed, blatantly amused by the manner in which you pulsed against his tongue, “Let me take my time with this sweet little cunt of yours, mm?”

The taunt shot a shiver down your spine, only fuelling your arousal with the gravelly tone he spoke in. You didn’t quite know if you could be patient; not if it meant being unable to touch him for much longer.

Tommy swept his tongue in small, supple circles round your clit, purposefully teasing as he flicked the tip against the swollen nerve, groaning at the mere taste of you on his lips. It was as though he completely lost himself in your taste everytime his head was buried between your legs, tongue thrusting in and out of your bare, drenched pussy.

“Give it to me, good fucking girl.” He uttered, muffled by the warmth of your cunt, snaking his palms over your ass, the silk of your skirt tickling his knuckles as he squeezed possessively beneath.

Your thighs shook a little against his jaw, struggling to maintain steadiness as his lips suckled softly at your clit, making you writhe in pleasure against his desk chair.

Your thighs twitched around his face as his lips suckled softly at your clit, making you writhe against his desk chair.

“Oh my- Fuck-“

Tommy was perfectly aware of the effect he had on you; he knew what he was doing and he absolutely knew he was good at it. It didn’t matter how ever many times you two were together like this, he’d always have you ruined by the end. Like a cycle - one you didn’t wish to end.

His two thick, skilful fingers pressed together, tracing your pussy in time with his tongue, pushing slowly inside the sopping heat.

“Get them wet for me, that’s right.” He encouraged, the lustful words coming out amidst a heavy groan, feeling you soak his fingertips.

A rather loud, breathy sound escaped your throat as they entered.

He thrust his tongue over your clit so very flawlessly, beginning - only gradually - to pump his fingers inside you, curling against your most sensitive spots at a teasing rate.

You allowed your head to drift back a little, eyelids fluttering like blinds over your vision as his smirk brushed your thighs. His tongue further stimulated your clit, drawn between his wet, pillowy lips occasionally as he quickened the pace of his fingers, stroking them over your g-spot.

“There- Fuck, right there..” You mumbled, nodding desperately, harshly gripping the chair as Tommy directed his focus to the very spot you desired.

You clenched hungrily around him, squeezing his fingers tightly, never quite able to resist seeking more.

The pressure of his fingers combined with the utter pace of his tongue was driving you completely insane, making your chest rise and fall at a shallow pace. His hand, warmed and slick by your skin, caressed the curve of your ass eagerly - as if claiming it as strictly his own.

A familiar sensation possessed your stomach, winding like a tight coil as Tommy worked tirelessly against you, the feeling of a release heating within your abdomen.

“Do you feel that, sweetheart?” He muttered against you, fully conscious of the answer, “You love the way I make you feel, hm?”

It was insatiable.

You nodded, a gentle whine fleeing your mouth as your hips bucked hungrily against the pleasure he provided. A breathy sound followed as you felt yourself near the very brink of your orgasm.

He maintained the pace of both his mouth and fingers, endlessly driven by the feeling of you trembling against him, clenching mercilessly around his thrusting fingers.

Suddenly, your orgasm struck, and he showed no intention of halting, fucking you through the intense wave of your release, fingers curling repeatedly against your g-spot. You let out a particularly loud moan, and without a morsel of warning, your arousal coated his tongue, shooting against his mouth as it sprayed down your thighs.

Your eyes couldn’t resist but widen, a gasp slipping your tongue as the colourless release covered his tongue, a smirk tugging at his lips as he tasted you.

“Fuck, come on my fuckin’ tongue, love, that’s right. Feel it.” He encouraged as your breathing grew far heavier, “Let go for me.”

In utter disbelief, you allowed yourself to melt into the feeling, arousal trickling down your thighs, practically soaking your skin - it was unlike anything you’d felt before.

Tommy knew the feeling was fresh, entirely new to your senses, and he only devoured the taste more.

“Oh my- Tommy..” You whimpered as you came down from the feeling, warm skin dripping with your own release. “I’ve never-“

Tommy pressed his open mouth to your upper thigh, hot and slick, trailing his tongue over you, soaking up the taste. You failed miserably to steady your breath, watching his eyes burn a path to your own as he ran his thumb over your sensitive flesh.

“Just look at that.” He taunted, vacant hand utilising itself by cradling the back of your neck, thumb pressing against it as he soothed you, “Shame, all over my desk chair.” He chuckled. “Made a pretty fuckin’ mess of yourself there, eh sweetheart?”

You truly had, and it was blatantly obvious Tommy was overly pleased by the event, satisfaction painting his lips as he studied your marvelling expression, “Let’s clean you up.”

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

[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.

[darkmasterlistyouneveraskedfor]

The Club AU

A collection of drabbles that intersect at the same club.

THE DUFF (Curtis Everett, Snowpiercer)

NIGHTLIFE (Lee Bodecker, The Devil All the Time)

WASTED (Bucky Barnes, MCU)

SNAKE EYES (Loki, MCU)

MISE EN PLACE (Thor, MCU)

BLACK LIGHT (August Walker, Mission Impossible)

CAUSE OF ACTION (Andy Barber, Defending Jacob)

CARPE NOCTEM (Lloyd Hansen, The Gray Man)

BAD REPUTATION (Frank Castle, The Punisher)

UP ALL NIGHT (Ransom Drysdale, Knives Out)

IF YOU CAN’T DANCE (Jonathan Pine, The Night Manager)

HANGOVER (Johnny Storm, Fantastic Four)

TREAT YOU (Peter Parker, MCU)

NIGHT MOVES (Nick Fowler, The 355)

AT FIRST SIGHT (Captain Syverson, Sand Castle)

YOU MAKE ME WANNA (Walter Marshall, Night Hunter)

MEMBERS ONLY (Tommy Shelby, Peaky Blinders)