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Hi Lauren! heard you were writing gif prompted drabbles and I wanted to see what you would do with this gif I found of Tommy 😂🤭

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“You’re not wearing that,” came Tommy’s voice behind you.

Upon entering your bedroom, he’d taken one look at the dress you’d selected for the party that evening and was not happy. He’d been in the middle of fixing his cuff links when his eyes had landed on you.

“Excuse me?” you said as you briefly turned and lifted your eyes, your head tilted downward slightly as you fastened your necklace at the back of your neck.

“You’re. Not. Wearing. That.” Tommy repeated himself, sternly emphasizing each word.

“I’m not?” you asked him sarcastically as you then lifted your head. “Odd, seeing as, well, I am.”

“Amusing, love, but not enough so to change my mind.” He then finished with his other cuff link before looking at you again. “It’s too short at the bottom and too low at the top. Pick another dress.”

Making a face at him then, you tilted your head.

“And why should I?” you said. “You’re being ridiculous. This dress is perfectly suitable for this party.”

“If you’re a whore,” Tommy said as he mockingly agreed, and your eyes were flashing with near anger.

“I would choose your next words very carefully, Thomas Shelby,” you warned him. “I will not let your stupid possessiveness and desire to control everything be an excuse for speaking to me like that. This dress is perfectly tasteful, and you know it. I’m wearing it to the party.”

Walking up to you then and stopping in front of you, Tommy paused for a breath and then gave you an amused look.

“So, I’m stupid for not wanting any other man’s eyes on my wife?” he said, and he lifted his hands and gently grasped your upper arms in affection.

“No, you’re just plain stupid,” you said, trying not to smile and to maintain your previous frustration with him.

Chuckling at that, Tommy replied.

“You’re stunning, love, truly. The classiest and most beautiful woman in any room. And that’s exactly why I don’t need you wearing anything that gives any man even more reason to pay you attention.”

“They know I’m your wife. No one would dare take any liberties,” you reasoned.

“Perhaps, but that doesn’t mean their eyes won’t still be roaming.”

Smiling again, you then reached out to Tommy’s neck and adjusted his tie before responding.

“Well, I’ll make you a deal,” you said with a cheeky smile. “Let me wear this dress to the party, and then as soon as we get home, I’ll take it off so that your eyes can do a little roaming of their own.”

In response, Tommy’s eyes were immediately full of aroused mischief, and he released your arms as he lifted his hand instead and pointed his finger in emphasis.

“Mmmm,” he said. “I like that.”

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“Please… I’ve got bambini. Children at home…”

A gloved hand slowly reached into his long coat, retrieving a terrifying hunting knife from it. Then he held it up to the light, his dark beady eyes admiring its craftsmanship.

“I know. Katherina, 9 years old and Pietro, 7 months.” He replied simply, his voice sounding indescribably calm.

Terror crawled up his spine suddenly. Lorenzo’s heart hammered in his chest at the name of his beloved children, the apples of his eyes, falling from the monster’s lips. Despite all the pain and blood loss, last drops of adrenaline kicked in again, making his breath come in short, panicked and whistling gasps.

The monster’s lips stretched in an amused smile at the mafioso’s reaction.

“Please, please!! I don’t know! I swear I—“ Lorenzo cried, his chains chiming as he tried to free himself.

“Falsch.” He cut off, sighing. Not angrily. Not impatiently. But disappointed.

And God knew how much he hated getting disappointed.

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Fix Me

Tommy Shelby × Female OC

A/N: Here's part three ! Hope you enjoy @randomcreator-09 (⁠ʃ⁠ƪ⁠＾⁠3⁠＾⁠）

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Part Three

I sat crocheting a scarf for Thomas, I had extra time on my hands so why not. We were slowly reaching closer to home. Most of the men were fast asleep.

I had the box for Thomas sit beside me as I crocheted in a hurry so I could get the scarf ready before we reached home.

A splash of water hit me, waking up the men sleeping. Then more bombs fell, hitting the water. Unlucky, one hitting the boat. The men in a panic got up.

"The life jackets are in the storage!" I yelled out to the men. Some of them listened and took them, some of them immediately threw them self in the water.

We were maybe around 20m away from the shore, so it was swimmable. I watched as the men jumped off, not knowing what to do myself.

"Father! Get a life jacket! Jump!" I yelled out to him as he just looked at the sea Infront.

"The captin falls down with the ship." He said.

"Dad! Not now! Stop it with this philosophy shit and hop off!" I yelled out to him as tears bungled in my throat.

"I love you daughter. Make it out of here alive and tell your sister I love her." My dad said in an apologetic voice.

"Dad pleas-!"

"Help the men survive Evelyn!" He yelled out.

I looked at him in a blur one last time, before I turned around to help the men.

I saw Thomas exit out the room, he had no shoes on so I immediately ran to the other side of the boat to grab them.

Just as I bent over to take them. I felt a shard pierce thru my stomach. Another bomb hit the boat, sending pieces of the boat flying.

"Evelyn!" I hear Thomas yell.

I grabbed onto my stomach seeing how bad it was. I turned to look at Thomas as he ran towards me.

"It'll be alright! Don't worry! Just relax.", I heard in a muffled tone as he picked me up. My ears ringing from the loudnes of the bombs. I relised this was the end for me. I looked at Thomas as he made his way thru the men.

"Thomas..." I weakly said holding his cheek.

"Your going to be fine, don't worry." He repeated.

"There's a present for you, on the seat." I mumbled out.

He looked at me with furrowed eyebrows as he reached the seat. He took the box putting it in his jacket, he saw the beginnings of the scarf and the yarn.

"When you heal, you're going to finish this scarf for me, eh?" Thomas spoke looking down at me.

I barely registered what he said. I opened my heavy and blurry eyes looking at him. He had this saddened look on his face.

"I love you..." I whispered to him.

"Know that." I continued.

His lips crashed into mine as I closed my eyes. His lips melted perfectly into mine. As our lips seperated I met his eyes once again.

"I love you too Evelyn." He spoke in a soft rhaspy voice.

The next moments were a blur. I felt cold, than colder. I kept on hearing 'As long as your with me, youre safe.' I felt the cold air hit my face as I heard aggresive stomping and grenades falling.

I opened my heavy eyelids one last time to look at Thomas, but I didn't see him, I saw a female.

"W-Wheres Thomas?" I asked weakly.

"You'll see him soon, don't worry." I heard muffled out. I closed my eyes realising I'll be safe, and I'll.be seeing him soon. That was all that mattered to me.

〚 𝚝/𝚜 〛

I opened my eyes as I felt light beam into them I looked around me to see patience, some without arms, legs, blind, deaf etc.

I weakly got up. I looked to my right to see flower in a vase. On the flower a piece of paper.

'To my dearest Evelyn. Get better soon. -Thomas' my breath hitched as I read it.

"Ms. Gregor, you're awake." I heard a female voice speak. I turn to see a nurse.

"Let's get you ready." She spoke as she took off all the stuff off me.

"Here are your clothes. Hurry, we have other patients." She spoke.

I quickly got my dress on, not caring if anyone sees me naked. I took the flower out the vase as I exited the hospital.

I looked around me seeing an unfamiliar place. I need to find Thomas.

❜

Thomas swam to the shore with Evelyn in his hands. He ran to the closest hospital as grenades fell beside him, hurting the men next to him. He got to the hospital, he pleaded.

"Medic! Anyone!" He yelled out.

"What is it sir?" A women came up to him.

"I would do anything can you just please help her. I can't lose her too." He said out of breath.

"Sir, we dont have much room fo-"

"please." He pleaded.

The woman sighed as he took Evelyn from his arms.

"Be grateful." The woman warmed as she left to one of the beds. Thomas sighed in relief.

He would visit her every day. Sleep beside her on the hospital bed. He didn't even know her that well. For all he knows she might not like him at all. Shoot the girl just learned his name.

But he felt connected with her. Like he knew her for years. He just felt safe, and at home with her.

He got her a flower, everyday he would come to water that one flower.

But he got drafted, into war. He got tunnels along with a couple of other brimingham boys.

He would put the hat that Evelyn made him as a present and get in the tunnels, hoping for the best.

With each day, he would look at the non finished scarf in his jacket and just think. He was doing all of this for her. Just if he can make it out alive so he could see her once more. Feel her.

The war finished. He wasn't the same. He lost himself. The only thing he knew was that he needed to find Evelyn.

He got to the hospital, wanting to see Evelyn and just hug her. She wasnt there.

He asked around no one knowing where she left. It was time to drop her. He had to go back home. He got onto the ship, reminding it of her.

He would look at that unfinished scarf everyday. Just if he could see her again.

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Bloodied Crown

The dawn crested over the spires of the castle, casting light in the king's quarters. His newly-wed queen was already out of bed, washed, and dressed, all on her own. Her gown was embellished with black jewels at her bosom and at the bottom of her gown. The black jewels faded up into a crystalline white, and on her feet she wore tasteful heels that glittered much like the jewels on her dress and wrapped around her feet in just the right way. Carefully, she slid her black dagger between her breasts into their hand-sewn pocket in her corset. 

"Dearest, what have you to do today that makes you leave the bed," the king inquired, still foggy with sleep. Without a word she turned from the mirror to her husband, her gray eyes piercing against her milky skin, now visible as her dark hair was pulled back in intricate braids her mother had taught her when she was little. She walked towards him steadily, her muscular figure held tall with poise. 

Gently, she sat beside him on the bed they'd shared the night before, and caressed his face with her chilled hand. He shivered, entranced by his wife. His gaze was fixated on her eyes. Using this distraction, she carefully slid her dagger from her bosom, and dropped it beneath his throat. 

"Dearest, your hands are like ice."

"That is not my hand."

Blood coiled down her hand like a snake, the red contrasting on her skin like blood in snow.

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Heaven In Your Eyes || Masterlist

Pairing: Arthur Shelby x OC || Tommy Shelby x OC || Male!OC x OC - Reader version on AO3

HYE IS BEING REWRITTEN AS A OC SERIES! It’s under construction

Summary: He meets her at church one dreary night, guided by her singing. Her name? Heaven Lavey. White ivory hair, fair porcelain skin, and ice-cold beauty, this ethereal creature is Arthur's strict opposite. Yet, all it took was one dive into her heavenly eyes for him to be convinced that God had sent His sweetest angel to save his bastard soul. The two lovebirds are determined to live their love no matter the dangers of a Peaky Blinder's life - or at least, that's what they thought.

Behind her holy appearance and sweet facade, Heaven Lavey is dangerous. With rumors of witchcraft and murder, both a shady past and a failed marriage weigh on her shoulders. And if Arthur sees her as a blessing, she will soon prove to be a curse for those who dare to stand in her way. Even Thomas Shelby himself.

Don't get fooled by her angel face for she might be the Devil itself.

TW: Extremely brutal and angsty story, major character death, explicit sexual content, corruption, female manipulator, low empathy MC, graphic description of violence, abuse, drugs, obsession, self-harm, co-dependent relationships, break-up, failed marriage. The story will have two endings: one that is accurate for the characters, and, as a bonus, a happy one to mend your heart.

ACT I. SACRILEGE

⛧ Ch. 1 || Heaven in Your Eyes

⛧ Ch. 2 || Never Did, Never Dared

⛧ Ch. 3 || Something Wicked This Way Comes 🔞

⛧ Ch. 4 || Dead Bird at Witchin Hour

⛧ Ch. 5 || The Hell in His Eyes

⛧ Ch. 6 || The One They Should Have Burned

⛧ Ch. 7 || Of Matches and Gasoline 🔞

⛧ Ch. 8 || Tango on Broken Dreams

ACT II. CARNAGE

⛧ Ch. 9 || For Whom the Bells Toll

⛧ Ch. 10 || Closer to Heaven or Closer to Hell? 🔞

⛧ Ch. 11 || When The Bridges Burn

⛧ Ch. 12 || As They Always Did

⛧ Ch. 13 || Cross My Heart and Hope to Die

⛧ Ch. 14 || Pure As a Lamb 🔞

⛧ Ch. 15 || Women Like Me in a Men's World

⛧ Ch. 16 || Après Moi le Déluge

⛧ Ch. 17 || Our Old Friend Death

⛧ Ch. 18 || Empire of Lies

⛧ Ch. 19 || Watch It All Burn

⛧ Ch. 20 || Il Diàvulu Biancu

⛧ Ch. 21 || The Silent Hills

ACT III. SEVERANCE

⛧ Ch. 22 || You and Me and the Devil Makes Three

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⛧ Ch. 24 ||

⛧ Ch. 25 ||

⛧ Ch. 26 ||

⛧ Ch. 27 ||

⛧ Ch. 28 ||

⛧ Ch. 29 ||

⛧ Ch. 30 ||

⛧ Ch. 31 ||

ACT IV. SANCTUARY

⛧ c o m i n g . . .

Related works

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⛧ To Bark and Bite

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⛧ A Bone to Pick With It

⛧ Perfect Lines

⛧ Savage Daughter

⛧ A Slice of Us (Modern!HYE)

⛧ Love Ritual

⛧ The Woods Whisper 1, 2 (Halloween Horror)

⛧ Little Lamb 1, 2 (Yandere!AU)

⛧ Bird of a Feather (Tommy Shelby x Heaven)

⛧ After You, Hell Should Be Easy (Tommy Shelby x Reader!OC)

Moodboards and other content

⛧ Moodboard 1

⛧ Moodboard Ch. 6

⛧ Heaven In your Eyes Act II trailer

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⛧ Ch. 16 trailer

⛧ Heaven in Your Eyes no context snippet

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This fic is both brought to you by and dedicated to my unhinged obsession with Alfie Solomons fingers (and also my anxiety)

I use the word "lemele" which is little lamb in Hebrew, please if you think I've spelt it wrong or anything let me know so that I can change it!

Something had been wrong with you for days now. You'd not been yourself for almost a week. You were all wound up and jumpy, so tense it was simultaneously breaking Alfie's heart and doing his head in. You were driving him up the wall and he'd told you that now several times... He felt like he was watching you self destruct in slow motion, painfully slow motion.

Like right now for instance you were pacing around the living room trying to tidy up, or were you trying to cook dinner, or do the laundry, or were you just looking for something you'd lost? He couldn't tell and that was exactly the problem, he knew you had no idea what you were doing either... And he knew that any moment now something was going to go wrong, either you'd knock something over, spill a cup of tea or you'd catch your hip on the door handle again and then, well then you'd burst into tears and sink down to the floor all head in hands and forlorn, or else you'd lose your temper and get all flushed and angry, your hands in your hair gripped in tight little fists as your angry tears poured out of you...

And Alfie couldn't stand watching you walk blindly towards disaster... He had to intervene... And he knew that when you got like this specifically... When you became nothing but a bundle of anxious energy, a mess of frayed little nerves, there's was only really one way to settle you...

"Right!" He barked, his voice making you jump so that you stopped frozen where you stood, "stop that right now yeah ziskeit, just you stop what you are doing... Or not doing yeah, cause you don't actually seem to be doing much successfully right..."

You turned to him, a little shocked by his sharp tone, a little hurt by what felt like a snipe at you. Your mouth hung open in a protest that never came, because just one look at him, the soft but stern face he wore, was enough to silence you.

"Now you come here yeah ziskeit..." He said a little softer, still just as commanding, but certainly more gentle as he patted his lap and beckoned you over.

"But Alf..." You started, "I need to finish..." You started saying trailing off when he cut you off.

"No but lemele," he said, his tone changing just slightly, shifting into that fatherly authoritative tone you were completely weak to, "whatever you are doing yeah it can wait, your old man needs you to come here now right, papa needs you to do as you are told..."

And with that sudden shift in his tone you knew you couldn't disobey him, his voice taking a hold on you that you simply couldn't ignore.

You dropped the tea towel you'd been holding and let it fall to the floor, rushing to pick it up as a frustrated little whimper escaped you the moment you realised what you had done.

"Leave it!" Said Alfie, his voice full of warning as you froze where you were kneeling on the floor. "Come on now ziskeit, come here..." He said patting his lap again, his eyes locked with yours warning you not to disobey him.

So you let the tea towel go and you put your hands to the wooden floor, pushing yourself up enough to crawl. You couldn't take your eyes off him as you did, moving slowly, a little nervously towards him, your anxious little brain buzzing with all kinds of thoughts which he may well have dismissed but that you just couldn't. What if he was really angry with you? What if he was going to tell you to stand up, pack your things and leave because he'd had enough of you and wanted you gone? What if he'd been tense all morning because he'd been waiting to give you awful news and had chosen now to tell you he was sick...

You tried to shake the thoughts from your head because you could see the soft smirk of approval on his lips as he watched you crawling towards him across the floor. He didn't look sick, neither did he look sick of you.

Still you were trembling with anxiety by the time you made it to him. When he held his hand out to cup your cheek you let him, let him stroke your skin with his calloused thumb, the rough hold he had on your face dizzying you the way it always did. Even the most subtle of his movements gave you butterflies. Especially in moments like this when he made you just a little nervous and yet oh so certain he possessed every inch of you.

"Good girl," he said a little quieter as he let you stop between his open legs, guided your head to his lap and stroked his hand through your hair. You nuzzled into his inner thigh and let your eyes flutter shut. Already the warmth of his body, the firmness of his lap beneath your cheek was settling you. You didn't realise it yet but he could tell.

He looked down at your fondly as he petted your head and enjoyed the feeling of your sleek silky hair between his fingers.

Then, cooing to you once again, he tugged a fist of your hair ever so gently to encourage you look up at him.

"There we go, good girl, well done ziskeit... Now c'mon lemele, up you get alright?" He said reaching for one of your hands, holding it up to his mouth so that he could place little kisses to the tip of each one of your fingers. As you raised your head to look up at him with your deep wide eyes he could see that you were still a little unsure. That you were still worried that perhaps you were in trouble.

"C'mon now my little love, up you get, Papa needs you to do as you're told alright, gonna make you feel better yeah my darlin? Can see you've gotten yourself all wound up haven't you, need to relax a bit yeah? Now you come lie yourself down in my lap yeah, I'm gonna help..."

This time you understood him completely and your tummy flipped with a nervous anticipation as you pushed yourself up and stood before him shyly.

You knew what he wanted you to do, knew what he wanted to do with you because he'd done this before when you'd been stressed out of your mind. But it was knowing what came next, the salacious memories flickering across your mind like a naughty film that left you hesitating shyly before him.

He sat back and watched you patiently. Eyes trailing you slowly, admiring you. You might have looked a little tired, your eyes might have been a little wide and anxious, you might have looked a little like a woman on edge, but to him you were everything, stunningly beautiful, his little ziskeit. And when he looked at you he wasn't shy about letting you know.

His thumb rubbed over your knuckles gently, soothing you as you stood before him, waiting a little apprehensively for his next instruction.

With his hand resting on your hip he squeezed your curves gently, you soft flesh enticing to him, more than you would ever be able to understand.

Without a word, holding your gaze with an intensity made all the stronger by his silence, he guided you in a step closer to him. And then another and another until your legs were pressed against his thigh and you felt your body was about to fold over his lap. Of course that's what he wanted you to do.

"Now," he asked you gently, thoughtfully, "would you like Papa to help you?" He asked nodding to your dress, the buttons which were done all the way up the bodice.

You bit your lip, hesitant because the answer was yes, please yes Papa, but you still weren't quite used to being with a man like Alfie. One who wouldn't let you do anything for yourself, one who prided himself on giving you everything you hadn't been given before.

"Don't leave me guessing little one," he said softly, "tell Papa what you'd like him to do for you..."

His instruction was firm but the twinkle in his eye and his fond smile told you you had nothing to fear. That he was only teasing you, trying to make you feel just that little bit smaller. Remind you that it was okay to feel small.

"Help me... Please." When you spoke your voice was so soft and so sweet, more than that however you sounded so needy and that was music to Alfie's ears. He hummed with satisfaction and then let his hand slip from your hip to smooth up over your waist.

"Come here little one," he said gently, his voice a little darker then, his eyes molten and fixed on you, unable to shift his gaze from your hypnotic figure even for a moment.

You drew in a delicate breath as you slipped into his lap, straddling his waist, your flimsy white skirts gathering at your waist as you held his shoulder for balance. All the while his hold on you never faltered, one hand beneath your bum, just holding you in his palm, the other smoothing up your waist and over your breasts. He let his knuckles graze you as he skimmed down over the flimsy fabric which concealed you from him, then one by one he began to undo the little buttons which held your dress together.

Your breath trembled with anticipation as he did so. His calloused hand slipping beneath the material to cup your breast or tickle your ribs as he went. Drawing the process out, teasing you, trying to drag it out as long as possible. Because in order to help you, in order to relieve all that tension you'd been carrying inside you all day, he needed to first bring you to the very edge.

So he undid those buttons slowly, let your dress fall open to reveal you, but didn't once pick up the pace or grow impatient. And when your sleeve slipped from your shoulder he even corrected it, refusing to allow you to reveal yourself to him a moment too soon.

You sat there, trembling in his lap, hands behind your back when he had placed them and held them just long enough for you to know you weren't allowed to move them anymore, and he sat back admiring you, watching you with a quiet admiration as you shivered beneath his touch. The sound of your little gasps, the sight of your shy smile, your lashes fluttering shut... All of these things kept him hooked on you, kept him quietly obsessed with you, his lemele, his little angel.

You were usually so shy, his obedient little love, timid but endlessly, heart breakingly sweet... You weren't the kind of girl who should have fallen in love with a cut throat gangster from North London. But you had, you were a girl who had fallen in love with a cut throat gangster from North London. Desperately, dependently in love. And Alfie could see that in your eyes when you looked him, total dependence. This need to be held in his hands, to be treated carefully by him. This need to be possessed by him completely. He was the only one who could ground you when your pretty little head bubbled and buzzed with anxiety. He was the only one who could help you.

And you'd asked him now hadn't you, to help you. So help he would.

He flattened his hand against your lower back applying just enough pressure to push you closer to him, to bring your chest close enough for him to kiss it. He closed his eyes and let his forehead rest on your chest bone. Breathed the soft lavender scent of you in as he kneaded your lower back gently, massaging your hips soon after. He dug his fingers into your hips hard enough to leave an ache, a slight bruised feeling which made you wince at first but soon felt dangerously good as he forced your muscles to relax.

"There there mayn lemele, Papas gonna make you feel better, gonna help you now alright... You just close your eyes little one, that's it ziskiet, close those pretty pretty eyes..." He cooed to you, his words exhaled slowly, his voice warm and husky, honey tones of sweet. Everything about him lulling you. Easing you into that almost undone state.

You were a shy girl, the first time he'd undressed you you'd blushed deeper than a rose, you'd tried to hide yourself away and you'd been scared to sit naked in his lap. That's why he did this for you now, eased you into it, lulled you into a sense of security before he slipped your unbuttoned dress from your shoulders. Took you past the point of caring with his sweet, teasing little caresses and kisses, so that by the time he'd got you where he wanted you, you hardly noticed.

He slipped the straps of your dress from your shoulders and let it fall away, using your hips to drag you up his thigh, even closer to him, to the growing bulge in his trousers which longer for you but which he'd already decided would need to wait tonight.

Tonight was about you, about helping you when you needed your Papa.

"There we are, beautiful, beautiful..." He murmured as he left a trail of kisses down your chest bone, slipping his hands beneath your bottom to boost you up and allow him access to your breastbone and your ribs. He was being careful to kiss around your breasts first, to be slow, to be calculated with his movements. And as his whiskers tickled your soft skin he felt you shivering and biting down a little giggle and he knew that he was having exactly the desired effect on you.

He squeezed your waist pulling you down so that your supple breasts would fall towards his waiting lips. Your nipples were hard and swollen, more with your need for him than with the cold. He'd lit the fire hours ago and kept it burning to heat the place with this particular scene in mind. When he caught one in his mouth and let his lips drag over it he felt your whole body jolt for him, so on edge as you were.

Your mind was already beginning to haze over, your stomach in knots for him, your thighs squeezing his as you grew needier and needier for him. Once upon a time the lust he inspired in you had made you hide away in shame but these days you understood perfectly how proud of you he was. How he loved the sight of you naked and wet for him. How he adores the little moans which escaped you when he began to work his magic on you.

You quivered as he began to suck on your swollen nipple, his tongue flickering over it gently, swirling around it in a hungry circle. His fingers returned to your hips and as he massaged them gently, undoing those anxious little knots which made you ache so, he began gently encouraging a rocking movement, gently moving you so that your hips began to roll and rub your crotch over him.

That's when one of those sweet little moans he adored so much finally escaped you. When he knew you were nearly ready.

He was a sordid minded man however, lust being his greatest sin, and he was determined not to let you slip from his lap until he was certain you'd have left a flowery wet patch on his thigh. Sticky and sweet, enough to scoop up on his finger...

So he kept you there, held in place, kneading your hips, letting his fingers dig right in, undoing the stress of the day as he did. His rings cold against your warm flesh when he let his knuckles stroke over your ribs, over your thighs.

He knew you were obsessed with those rings. Knew you loved them.... You didn't realise quite how much he knew, thought you hid your lustful obsession well, but you didn't. He'd caught you on so many occasions now, starring at them, your bottom lip caught between your teeth, or better still, your jaw hanging slightly open. As if the lights had all gone out behind your pretty little eyes because your mind had drifted off without you. Thoughts inspired by the rings he wore on his fingers. The rings he liked to tease you with every now and then just to test his theory. How he'd graze your cheek with them just to watch your eyes follow his fingers down to your jaw. How your mouth opened instinctively when he allowed his thumb to brush over your bottom lip, as if you were desperate to taste them. He had ideas forming in his mind now as he watched you begin to unravel.

"What do you think lemele, is this helping?" He asked knowing your answer but wanting to hear it come trembling from your lips all the same.

"Y... Yes Papa," you shivered, your head lulled to one side ever so slightly, your long hair coming loose the way he liked it, rippling over your shoulders like sunlight or dark water. Your words however were what captivated him in that moment, the way your whole body seemed to shiver with them despite how quiet and sweetly you had uttered them.

"Open your eyes and look at me little ziskeit," he murmured, his quiet commands like some kind of snake charm to you. Your eyes fluttered open despite any shyness you may have felt, you held your head up and corrected your gaze to look him in the eyes. And as if held in a trance you spoke again without thinking. Your lips curving a little smile as you answered him properly.

"Yes Papa." You said again, your hips rocking on their own now as his hands smoothed down your thighs and gathered the fabric of your dress into his fists. He pushed it to the floor lazily, not once looking away from you, admiring you as your soft skin glowed with the firelight, your subtly rocking hips causing the light to dance over you in ethereal little patterns.

"Good girl," he admired you, stroked his hands up your body once more, doing his best to leave every inch of you feeling held before he gently guided you back. Guided you away from him and up onto your feet once more.

And when you stood up he admired the wet patch you had left sticky in his lap, brushed his thumb through the juices you hadn't known you were going to leave behind. At the sight of them you blushed, seemed to lose your confidence for a moment as you looked at him from under your eyelashes bashfully. But Alfie just smirked at you, told you not to be shy.

"S'alright my little love, you're giving Papa exactly what he wants, you're doing very well ziskeit," he said his hand finding yours, linking his ringed fingers with your delicate ones. His hand warm as he tugged you back towards him and then guided you down. With one hand holding both of yours behind your back, he used the other to guide you down gently across his lap, bending you over him so that your head hung over the side of his thigh, your cheek squished against his trousers. With your bottom on display just as he liked it, he held your hands in place, behind your back and pushed his other between your thighs to tease them apart until your legs buckled and splayed leaving you completely exposed. Completely vulnerable.

"You alright there little one?" He asked you, smoothing his hand over your bottom, spreading your cheeks to reveal a little more of you to him, admiring the way your juices leaked from your folds, leaving your pretty little cunt glistening. "You comfy down there?" He asked you giving your bottom an affectionate little pat when he heard your squeaked out response.

"M'comfy..." You managed though in truth you were struggling to speak now.

This position always went straight to your head. Left you feeling the most wonderful kind of small and vulnerable. Because in this position you were completely at your Alfie's mercy, your legs spread giving him the most lewd of views, your arousal trickling down your thighs, your cunt already beginning to twitch with need for him. And oh did you need him, more than anything now. With you trapped in this position bent over his knee you knew he could do whatever he liked to you, could spank you, could tease you, could fill you with his fingers, slip them in right down to the knuckle, rings and all... Or worse, he might do nothing. He could leave you like that, untouched, ignored, just a pretty thing for him to admire.

You knew however, had every faith in your Papa that he would never be so cruel.

You tried to twist your head to look up at him, thought you could just glimpse him sitting back in his chair, stroking his beard as he admired you. His rings catching the light with a tantalising golden glow. But you couldn't be sure and when he reached down to you, his hand stroking through your hair, thumb brushing the nape of your neck soothingly, you knew what he was going to tell you.

"Close your eyes lemele, hush now Papa's going to make it better," he said, his voice a little gruff with desire as he let his ringed fingers brush over your cheeks. They were cool when the rest of his hand was so warm and your whole body prickled with goosebumps as he triggered another delightful chill through you. It rippled like a wave and you shuddered with it, your core shuddering too, a needy ache growing stronger by the second inside you.

You couldn't even really grind yourself against him for relief in this position and that too left you feeling oh so deliciously helpless, knowing that you were completely reliant on him for relief now. Soothed by his promise to make everything better.

He leant back in his chair, let his gentle caress trail from your center parting down your neck, his fingers drawing a cool trail between your shoulders and down your spine. They tickled over your tailbone and the closer they got to your bottom, to your aching little cunt, the more he seemed to slow down. Drag the moment out just a little longer.

But then finally he let his fingers trail over your bottom, slowly over your sex where they lingered, stroking a gentle, teasing little movement back and forth, barely touching you, but touching you just enough.

His rings were cold against your warm, dewy folds and when you felt the cool metal against your sensitive petals you couldn't help the little whimper which escaped you. And that sound, the little gasp which caught you by surprise, was music to his ears.

"There you go little one, just what you needed ain't it, Papa knows best don't he darlin, yeah, reckon he does..." He hummed his approval, congratulating himself as he continued to tease you, his finger tips stroking over your heat as if he were petting a cat in his lap.

With your eyes closed, and your body limp over his lap in such a compromising position, you were so sensitive to his every movement. Even when he wasn't touching you, your core was aching and quivering, the simple thrill of exposure, the promise of what your Alfie had in store for you, enough to leave you desperately on the edge.

He hummed softly, admiring you.

"Ain't she pretty," he said as he squeezed your bottom and parted your cheeks to give himself a better view, "yeah, my pretty little girls got the prettiest little cunt in all the world... An i ain't gonna let her forget it..." he said his voice lilting into a sigh as he pushed his signet ring to your folds and watched your body respond to tge cold metal. The way you shivered and whimpered. The way your perfect little clit seemed to swell. The way your lips opened and then closed around it, seeming to kiss the gold band around his thumb. Seeming to suck on it.

You felt your core aching, felt your lips opening like a flower coming into bloom. Your head dizzy with need, with anticipation, with the small pleasures he offered you then and the promise of pleasure to come.

"My beautiful little flower, my perfect little zieskiet, you just relax for Papa Alfie yeah, you be good and let me make it all better..." he hushed you as he pushed his thumb between your lips and teased your hole. He didn't intrude very deep... Not that it felt at all like an intrusion when Alfie let his fingers wander between your legs... More like a missing piece finally being restored.

No, he only allowed himself to penetrate you slightly, just enough for his thick signet ring to get swallowed between your lips, just enough for you to feel your walls tighten around the cool metal, the cold against your heat the most tantalising sensation.

You whimpered as his thumb pushed a little deeper inside you, the metal band of his ring silky smooth against your walls. At first he kept still, held his thick thumb inside you perfectly quietly, not only to let you adjust but but also to tease another whimper or two from your sweet mouth.

He needed to get you so needy, so dizzy with desire, that your body split from your anxious little mind. So that he might tease the animal you from where you kept her locked away, so that he might rile her and satisfy her, pet and soothe her until she was quite tame.

He wanted you wild with need, soft and whimpering in his lap, perfectly vulnerable so that he could treat you with warmth, with care and kindness and show you how safe you were with him. Your Alfie.

"There there lemele, I know, I know... Need your papa so much it hurts dont you... Well don't you worry my little ziskiet, papas gonna give you everything you need..."

"Please Alfie..." you managed to whisper though you were already in a dizzy, needy enough sort of haze that you could barely get the words out. Being upsidedown like that you could already feel the blood beginning to go to your head, could already feel how, with your eyes shut and your lips parted, you felt less and less in your head... Your body at the mercy of his rough, powerful, hands.

"Now little zieskiet, remember what I told you yeah... That names what everyone else calls me ain't it... There's a special one just for you ain't there, one thats just for you... Thats what I want you to call me..." he said, his voice warm as he began to drag his thumb slowly from inside you. Letting the pad of his thumb brush and tickle your insides. Enjoying the way you clenched around him not really wanting to let him go.

"Now then, lemele, why don't you try again?"

"Please Papa," you said, your voice shaking as your dripping cunt pulsed around his thumb. You needed more so desperately that you were already almost besides yourself. You didn't know how to ask for the things you wanted but that was alright because Alfie knew you so well.

"There we are," he cooed, "good girl," as he spoke he used one of his gruff hands to massage youre lower back, rubbing those aching circles, forcing your muscles to undo their tense knots. With his other he began to move his thumb inside you, stroking your senstive walls gently, still only really teasing you. Trying to ease you into what he planned to be a very intense evening.

As he applied a little more pressure, pushing his thumb as deep into you as he could go he tuned into tbe sound of your whimpers, tuned into the shaking of your body too.

"Papa..." your voice trembled with need as you tried to find the words for him, "please papa..." you wanted to tell him that you needed more. Beg him for anything, anything more than the gentle caresses he was giving you just then but you were already too cloudy headed with desire to get any real sentences out. All you could do was trust in Papa.

"I know lemele I know," he soothed you, "don't worry ziskiet, Papas gonna help..."

And with that he decided not to let you suffer his teasing anymore. Withdrew his thumb slowly, dragging it from between your fold, using it to smear the slick of your juices he'd collected between your folds and around your clit.

When you felt the pad of his thumb roll over your clit you gasped, let out a moan which shocked you because it sounded almost carnal, a lewd little whine, louder, needier than you were used to hearing from yourself. You were usually so shy see, usually kept your little noises to sighs and whimpers. You couldn't help but blush, your cheeks warm, your chest flushing too. One of those full body blushes that tingles in your skin and refuses to be subtle. But this was what you needed and Alfie delighted in hearing that gutteral whine, a sign that his fingers were doing as he'd hoped - slowly luring you out of ypur anxious shell, slowly drawing out your carnal spirit so that he might help you work off all that anxious energy you'd been tense with for days.

You needed to snap and that was what he was determined to do.

He started with one finger, drew a slow, pointed line from the base of your spine into the little dip at the top of your ass, pushing slowly between your cheeks as he drew his line down towards your sex. And when his index finger circled your hole purposefully you felt so erotically helpless you almost felt you might come from your lust alone.

And then he pushed his ringed finger inside you and you felt that blissful wash of relief as your cunt began sucking on him hungrily. You fektbthe tingke of pleasure aching and relieving you all at once and let your eyes roll back, lashes fluttered shut as pleasured chills washed over your whole body and those sweet, needy little sighs began to tumble from your rosy lips, music to your old mans ears.

"Good girl, sweet girl," he murmured, "sing for me little ziskeit, tell Papa how much you need him..." he swallowed a lump of desire down as your sex clenched and squeezed around his finger.

He let it be for a moment, enjoying that sucking sensation, closing his eyes and allowing the blood to rush to his cock, chills of desire rippling through his body too.

And then he began pumping slowly into you, building a steady rhythm as his cool rings rubbed tantalisingly over your sensitive walls.

"Papa," you whined, you needed more, needed to feel full. Needed him to spped up, to pump deeper, sharper inside you until you were whimpering and shaking and losibg your mind. Caught between bruising and ecstancy. That was where you wanted to be and suddenly you were oh so impatient. "Fuck me papa, please... Make me cry!" you begged him breathlessly, writhing in his lap, trying to push your ass into the air to force his finger deeper. Desperately trying to feel more of him inside you, knowing he wouldn't allow you to take without first saying please.

"Now now lemele," he chastised you, "all in good time, you know me ziskeit, ain't one for rushing especially not for rushing such pretty, erotic little sights such as this one right here..." he said squeezing your ass, pushing your cheeks apart so that he could look at your pretty little flower leeking juices around his finger as he gave you what you wanted and pushed deeper, down to the knuckle, making a point of curling his finger inside you, adding a divine pressure to your sweet spot, tickling your gspot, pushing until the pleasure mixed with the bruisy feeling you were craving.

"Oh!" you squirmed with delight, your voice tight and pitchy with pleasure. "Please, please papa..." you gasped, your voice catching in your throat when he gave you what you realky wanted all of a sudden.

He pushed a second finger in sharply, without warning. His two fingers fucking you deeply, quickly. Their delicious rhythm overwhelming you with pleasure so that your eyes opened wide for a moment as a gasp left your lips, only to roll back moments later.

From that point on you couldn't really speak, your lips mumbling whimpered syllables which barely resembled the words of gratitude and desperation you meant.

"There there lemele, good girl, this is what you needed ain't it sweetheart, Papa's gonna fuck every last little worry from that pretty little head of yours, gonna sort you right out my little poppet..." he cooed to you, his gentle tone in complete contradiction to his fingers rapidly pumping in and out of your needy little cunt.

As he built his pace he slipped a third finger into you, stretching you out, his fingers so silky smooth and cool inside you, gliding over your sensitive spots sending shivers and ripples of a building pleasure through you so that each wave builing a tight knot inside your stomach, one which seemed to wind tighter and tighter with no hint at relief.

But as Alfie pushed his three fingers inside you relentlessly he let his thumb slip back to your clit and begab rubbing circles around it to match the pace at which he finger fucked you. And his thumb rolling over your clit impatiently sent sparks shooting through you, sent your heart racing away from you. Your head clouding over, white light threatening your mind as you closed your eyes and felt your whole body beginning to tense with an orgasm you weren't sure you could survive. One you could beginning to ache, almost sting as the knot in your tummy wound to an unbearable tightness, your whole being desperate to let go and yet somehow unable to.

"Lamele..." hummed Alfie seeing your struggle, feeling it in the way your cunt pulsed around his fingers suckling on them so tightly he half expected to lose a ring or two inside you. He was sure you'd love that, was sure the idea of holding his signet ring inside your cunt forevermore would hit some twisted lustful nerve inside you and see you ferral with pleasure.

So he hummed that little nickname for you once more and wrapped your hair around his fist, tugging your head up so that he might bow to talk gently in your ear.

"Good girl, can feel your pretty little cunt sucking me dry, gonna steal all that gold from my very fingers, is that what you want little ziskeit, wanna swallow Papa's gold rings and steal them all for yourself... Know you'd keep them safe wouldn't you girl..." he teased you mercilessly, planting the thought in your clouded head so that all you could think about were the rings on his fingers, holding your hands behind your back so that you were helpless to wipe the drool which leaked from your open mouth as you panted and struggled to catch your breath. You were so close now, he could feel it. Could feel the way your cunt tightened around him.

You were sure you could feel the outline of his ringed fingers perfectly as you clenched around them, as he pumped them quickly and then suddenly began to slow, began to try and tease your undoing from you.

"Lemele, my lemele, come for me little one," he hummed, his gentle voice coaxing you, lurring those last drops of self-conciousness from your body, coaxing you so sweetly over the edge that your first orgasm seemed to wash over you in waves of warm pleasure. It didn't hurt as you'd almost expected it to, but held you so intensely that your whole body shook and writhed in Alfies lap, as he flexed his fingers deep inside you, massaging your gspot, thumb rolling your clit slowly beneath it, letting you grind your hips down against his hand as you needed to to ease yourself through the intense wave of divine pleasure.

Your lips parted, moans and whimpers tumbling from your lips as the pleasure richocheted through your body. But Alfie wasn't done with you yet and even as he guided you down from your high, his fingers combing through your hair, caressing your cheek with his knuckles, he kept his other fingers inside you, kept them flexing at a slow, easy pace, stroking your sweet spot sporadically and softly, giving you time to catch your breath without ever letting you settle. Because whilst you might have been shaking, flushed a blushing full body pink, your hips and ass literally trembling in his hands, he was nowhere near done with you. Wouldn't be done with you until he was quite certain that you were over stimulated beyond thought, until you were drooling and incapable of speech. Only able to blink back at him with grateful teary eyes. Only able to nuzzle into his nurturing embrace, where he could hold you and rock you and soothe you to sleep.

No, he wasn't done with you yet....

[sjsikora]

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[lillithcrane]

This poem came to me out of nowhere and I thought about first writing it out. I then read it over and decided to type it for you all ❤️ Disclaimer: I do not support encouragement of the mentally ill but I do support helping the mentally ill. . . . #poems #poem #poetry #poetryislife #poetrylovers #poetryloving #poetrycorner #randomcreativity #randomcreativemood https://www.instagram.com/p/BzyulGel9nC/?igshid=ouftc1629ebq

[abryant-baker]

I love this random creations page. So excited to add new interesting things to it.

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