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Stranger Danger / PART 2 18+ minor DNI

Incel Neil! x Bimbo Reader!

One too many drinks fill your pretty head, leaving no room for rational thought and Neil is there to pick up the slack .

Warnings: NONCON/DUBCON, DARK CONTENT! Misogynistic language and behaviour, hateful, face slapping, dacryphilia, non con deepthroat, degradation, GRAPHIC, straight up bullying lol Neil x reader.

May do a third part? If anyone's interested 🤍

“Shh it’s alright baby” Neil laughed, “We’re just gonna have a little fun.”

For another half second, your eyes watched him move toward you, vaguely picturing those discovery channel documentaries where the predator stalks its prey before launching. Another heavy footstep sent your body into autopilot, sprinting to the back door. However, the room seemed to move with you, and by the time you locked in on the handle, a rough handful of your hair sent you tumbling back onto the floor. The impact knocked the wind out of you with a heavy grunt and Neil took the momentary daze to straddle your hips, pinning your wrists over your head.

You struggled for a bit, tears flowing endlessly, leaving mascara tracks down your puffy cheeks. “Le’me go you fucking perv’” you cried, you didn’t understand why he was doing this, you barely even remembered the car ride. “Don’ act like you don’t like it” He spit, nails digging into the soft skin of your wrists. “Walking around like this…” one of his hands took both of yours while the other trailed its way down your neck and chest. “Don’ act like this isn’t exactly what’ya want. A good mean hard fuck to put ya sleep”.

His breath trembled when he pulled the neckline of your dress and your tits bounced out. For a second he only gawked down at you, now that is a good pair of tits. You were nothing like the occasional hookup he indulged in, more like the girls he jerked off to every night, eyes widening impossibly more when his hand reached up to cup one and a pathetic whimper spilled from your plush lips. “Fuckin’ perfect.” He breathed, as you thrashed under him, squealing when he pinched your nipple painfully. “Please don’t hurt me, please I'm sorry! Do you want money? I’ll do anything” you begged frantically, watching in horror as he dipped down to take your nipple into his mouth, feeling the vibrations of the low groan he let out when his eyes rolled back and he gave a hard suck.

You sobbed, turning your head to avoid the terrible yet erotic sight. You wished you could turn off your senses entirely, trying to ignore his high-pitched whines and grinding on your hip. Neil was in heaven, he could suck on your tits forever but after a couple minutes decided that he wanted to put them to good use instead . Ignoring your cries and pleading, he crawled back up your body, sitting on your chest so that his crotch was resting in the valley of your breasts. “-what are you doing?” You mumbled, lip trembling as the sound of a zipper by your face had your eyes dropping from his cold grin to his zipper.

“What do you think stupid girl?” He snickered, “do I have to go step by step with you for everything?” Rolling his eyes, he hissed when the cold air hit his dick, it was painfully hard and the heat of it was uncomfortable when it slapped down on your chest. “You’re gonna get my dick nice and wet and then i’m going to fuck these fat tits”

Immediately, you began to shake your head, newfound strength pushing you to create distance. However, the alcohol running through your veins weighed you down more than he did, and a sharp slap to your cheek made your head jerk to the side, making you see stars.". Neil’s big hand gripped your jaw, turning your face to meet his. He was inches away from you, and your breaths intermingled as your eyes regained focus." He was so slanky, you thought, you never imagined a guy like him had this in him. Or maybe you just never noticed, living in the perfect bubble curated for you your whole life. Such pretty eyes, plump lips, warm brown curls tucked behind his ears in an awkward cut and a Super Mario T-shirt… you almost giggled out loud when your foggy brain concluded he kind of looked like a girl.

“Who are you? Why’re you doing this?” You slurred, feeling his lips ghost over yours. “I’m just your uber driver and I'm getting my payment for getting you home safe” He mocked, connecting his mouth to yours in a bruising kiss. You froze, until a warning squeeze around your neck had you trying to match his rhythm. He was eager, sloppy, all too difficult to keep up with. Eventually, you just let your lips part for a wet open mouthed kiss. Your tongue gliding along his, his heavy groans filling the space between sticky smacks and the dirtiness of it all made your cheeks heat up.

He pulled away, both of you catching your breaths, lips slick and puffy. Neil moved to mouth at your neck, licking a long stripe up to your ear and though the tears never stopped, you felt a familiar pulse between your thighs. It made you feel disgusting, how could you enjoy something so awful? You almost wished it was painful, or inexperienced or even just for him to be ugly! but a hard suck on a little sweet spot pulled a squeal from you. “I hate sluts like you” he murmured, straightening up and adjusting so that his cock sat on your cheek, slapping it against your lips. “Open up”. Shaking your head, you begged “please-” and Neil took the opportunity to push past your parted lips. “No teeth or I’ll ream your little ass, you hear me?” He threatened, though it comes out stuttered when he looks down and gets a good look at your messy face.

You immediately start to panic but the small rational part of your brain urges you to force it down. You’ve done this countless times, taken much bigger, and so you relax your throat and let the head of his dick slide in.

“Fuck!” his hands fling to either side of your head, grabbing fistfuls of your hair as his whole length disappears down your throat. For a second, he has to shut his eyes, breathing heavy so as to not cum too soon and spoil the fun. He’s so deep, position leaving no room to actually pound so he settles for humping your face tight, throat glucking with every movement. “Look s’ pretty like this” He pants, staring down at you, giving you a small slap when you try to close your eyes. It was torture, having to keep eye contact with him, watching his features contort from the pleasure he was taking from your body.

When he was satisfied he jerked back, a thick glob of drool connecting your tongue to the tip of his dick before he scooped it up and moved back down to your tits. He positioned himself between them, grabbing one in each hand and pushing them together to engulf him before he began thrusting. “Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, stick your fucking tongue out and look at m- yeah thats it, good- FUCK” Neil could barely get his thoughts in order, here you were, a girl so desperately out of his league his entire life, at his mercy.

You had stopped crying, body limp in a trance while you waited for it to end. He would cum and leave and you would shower and go to bed and tomorrow would be a new day. “Oh my god you’re gonna make m’cum bitch” He warned, panting with each thrust, until his hips stilled with a long whine and you felt hot spurts of cum paint your chest, trailing down your collar bones and landing on your tongue and cheek.

It was over, a wave of relief running over you. He got what he wanted.

..Maybe it was your fault for showing your relief so openly but when Neil’s breath finally settled and you noticed that his cock wasn’t softening, his cruel laugh sent chills down your spine.

“You didn’t think I was done did you? We haven't even made it to the bed yet”.

#smut #neil lewis #neil lewis smut #tw noncon #watching the detectives #cillian murphy #cillian smut #neil lewis x reader #neil lewis x y/n #incel behavior

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babyvixen27 · 3 months

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𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

NEIL LEWIS

★ Stranger Danger Pt.1 ★ Stranger Danger Pt.2

THOMAS SHELBY

★ Did You Miss Me?

#masterlist #cillian murphy #fanfic #smut #18+ only

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Stranger Danger / PART 1 18+ minor DNI

IncelNeil! x BimboReader!

One too many drinks fill your pretty head, leaving no room for rational thought and Neil is there to pick up the slack .

Warnings: NONCON/DUBCON elements, DARK CONTENT! Misogynistic language and behaviour, predatory behaviour, just a whole lot of incel behaviour and reader has zero self preservation skills. Neil x reader.

You nearly broke your ankle teetering out of your front door, wobbling in your stilettos with a spacey giggle. You had spent the whole day preening and prepping yourself for a girls' night out, curves filling the soft fabric of your brand-new dress. It was a tiny thing, a mix of lace and leather to match the smoky kohl rimming your eyes and pink gloss on your lips. You looked perfect. Pattering over to your Uber, you felt giddy quickly checking the license plate and popping in, texting the group chat that you were on your way.

Neil had picked up Uber driving on weekend nights, liking the extra cash in his pocket and the easy schedule. Pulling up to his first ride of the night, he watched a young woman stumble out of the house, perfect body on display as she skipped over with a stupid little smile. 'Y/n?' he asked, wincing as you slammed the door behind you, immediately whipping out the flashiest phone case he's ever seen to hum and giggle at the screen, long nails clacking irritatingly.

After a drawn out silence, you vaguely notice the lack of movement, raising your eyes to meet his, meticulously plucked brows scrunching in confusion. 'Y/n?' Neil repeated, breathlessly as his mouth watered at the pretty little thing sitting in his back seat. He watched your eyes light up in understanding, nodding dumbly, cheeks flushed a baby pink as you flashed him an apologetic smile before turning back down to your phone. Taking a deep breath, he pushed away the urge to rip the object from your hands and teach you some fucking manners but your smile was dazzling and his heart was still struggling to find a regular pace so instead he turned back to the wheel and began the trip. Stealing glances at you through the mirror every couple of seconds.

'So what's the plan for tonight?' he quipped after a minute, trying to sound as innocuous as possible. He didn't want to scare you off, but he honestly doubted you were clever enough to pick up on anything that wasn’t explained to you like a toddler. You seemed sweet enough, real cute with your glossy lips and sweet perfume, making his head spin. It was just that you had that…look. That “I get what I want when I want it” look. That “I’ve never had to worry about anything other than good dick and repeating outfits” look. It made his stomach sick and dick throb.

“Just going out with the girls” you hum, setting your phone down to analyze your driver. He was….cute, in his own way. Pretty eyes on a pretty face, but there was a sort of awkwardness to him that was both endearing and off-putting. Definitely the type of guy your friends would pick on back in high-school, the unpleasant memories making your tummy ache. “Sounds fun” He mumbles, scrambling on what to say next to keep the conversation going. God you had a sexy voice. “gotta be safe out there…anyone could snatch you up”. Immediately, he wanted to crash the car in shame at how creepy it came out, but of course, like the angel you were, you just smiled brightly at his faux-concern, giving him a sweet thank you before pulling out a compact and reapplying your gloss. His own lips parted in awe as his eyes tracked every move, feeling like he was in a trance watching the wand move slowly making his throat dry up and his pants tight.

Pulling over in front of the bar, he turned to watch you hop out, committing every miniscule detail of your appearance to memory. Blowing him a kiss goodbye, he’s left stunned to gawk as you jogged over to a group of more barely-dressed women, rolling his eyes as they broke out into a burst of squeals and embraces. A flock of whores who wouldn't spare a guy like Neil a second glance but they all paled in comparison to you. Too sweet for your own good and Neil decided that it’d be worth a shot. Like the nice guy he was, he would stay in the area, keeping a close eye so that he could get you home safe and sound before anyone else got to you.

After mandatory 20 minute greetings, you and your girls trample in, taking a table by the bar. Heads turned, jaws dropped and it wasn't long before you were sipping on some sugary gifted cocktails. It’d become routine but you were always as grateful as the first time, smiling kindly and engaging with any attention that was directed at you. You lost track soon enough, like you always did, tummy sloshing with a mix of colorful drinks and shots, preening under the shower of compliments and touches. “Tell me doll, you taste as good as you look?” Someone purred in your ear, sending shivers up your spine. Grey peppered his temples and charming crows feets crinkled as he smirked down at you. Just your type. You shrugged coyly, looking up at him through long lashes as you chewed on your plush bottom lip.

He led you to the dance floor, pawing at your waist as you moved to the beat of the music. You shut your eyes, enjoying the thrum of the base and gentle sway of the room, unaware of the picking up of his breath. Oblivious to the grunts and gasp he would let out when he pulled your hips back against his. This was fun, but you were fleeting and a cheer from your table had you pulling from his arms and skipping over to what caught your attention next.

More drinks, more shots, more dancing and before long you were stumbling out of the bar on baby-doe legs, vision blurred and body heavy. You worked the next day and despite the slurred begging from your friends, you ushered your goodbyes and stepped out, trying to urge your sluggish fingers to find the uber app. A big hand on your shoulder had you whipping around, nearly tripping from the speed of it but a second held you before you hit the floor.

Neil had been waiting for hours for you to come out, accepting short trips but always coming back to park where he dropped you off. Just when he felt like giving up there you were, looking just as beautiful but not nearly as perfect as when he dropped you off. Not that it deterred him or anyone else for the matter. The smudged liner, flushed cheeks, and messy strands added a different element to your look and he practically drooled at how high the hem of your dress had ridden up.

Your eyes widened as you recognized him, head tilting curiously. “Uber driver?” You mumbled, making a vein at his temple twitch in irritation. “You okay? You need ta’ get home?” He was still holding on a little too tight, but it was steadying and you relaxed at the familiar face. “Mmhm, can’t seem to order though” You pouted, showing him your locked screen from too many password attempts. Fighting back a grinch-worthy grin, he mentally thanked whoever was listening for delivering him such a gift. “Let me take you home yeah? I think I remember the way.”

You thought about it, nose scrunching because it felt like someone had once told you it was something you shouldn't do but you were tired and cold and his car was warm and close by and so you just nodded excitedly, latching onto his arm as he led the way. Neil’s heart was pounding out of his chest, he couldn’t believe you said yes, giggling to himself at your stupidity and laughing out loud at the confused expression when he eagerly opened the car door to let you in.

He sped to your house, committing a million infractions all the while looking back every once in a while at your low eyes and bouncing tits. Fuck, you were a dream come true and it felt like an eternity before he screeched into the driveway and sprinted over to help you out.

The ride had made your head hurt and stomach lurch uncomfortably and a frown had begun to pull at the corners of your lips. Neil helped you up the steps, digging in your purse for your keys. You vaguely notice his shaky hands as he tries to unlock the door, missing the keyhole more times than necessary, more focused on whipping your heels off as soon as you stepped in. However a soft click behind you made you turn to see that he had stepped in as well, locking the door behind him. If you weren't so out of it you might have felt the appropriate sense of urgency, instead big eyes blinked slowly as he took slow steps towards you. The quickening of your pulse indicates your body knows what's happening before your brains caught up and you take a step back with his step forward.

“Shhh It’s alright baby” Neil laughed, “We’re just gonna have a little fun.”

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Part 2 is up! <3

#tw noncon #dubious consent #incel #bimboification #smut #neil lewis #watching the detectives #neil lewis smut #misogny #cillian murphy #cillian fic #cillian smut

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babyvixen27 · 3 months

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Quite a few people are asking for a part 2 of Did You Miss Me? and i honestly hadn’t really thought there even could be a part two! I’m in the works of another little sister fic but if anyone has any ideas for a part 2 or requests for anything else let me knowwwww :3

#tommy shelby x reader #tommy shelby smut #tommy shelby #peaky blinders smut #cillian murphy #smut

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i would be gnawing on the wood of the pews, foaming at the mouth.

Midnight mass is unrealistic because if I had Father Paul preaching infront of me I would be giggling like a school girl in the pews…and growling.

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Did you miss me? 18+ Minors DNI

Tommy Shelby/Younger Sister Reader!

Tommy goes away and comes back to find his baby sister has become a woman. Why is it hitting him so damn hard.

Warnings: Incest! DARK CONTENT! Tommy is low-key abusive and kinda crazy, If this is something that triggers, please don't read! Coercion, unsafe sex, name calling, possessiveness, misogyny, slapping, hair-pulling, manipulation.

The patter of your bare feet echoes faintly down the corridor as you make your way to Tommy’s office. He had come home from a 3-month-long business trip, and no one had cared to inform you, letting you nap all evening to the gentle sound of rain. You knew he’d arrived when your eyes opened and not a sound was heard in Arrow House, as though all the life that’d been booming these past weeks had shriveled and died when his car pulled in.

He seemed to be in a worse mood than usual nowadays, you thought, hesitating at the handle. Smoothing your hair down, you push in and find him exactly as you imagined: a cigarette in one hand, whiskey in the other.

“You didn’t wake me,” you murmur, stepping further in, waiting for a sign of approval. You wouldn’t necessarily say you were a docile young woman; usually, it was quite the opposite. But there was something in your older brother's gaze that always made you feel small, and you twiddled your toes into the carpet, squirming under it now.

“Didn’t want to bother ya’,” he grunts, finishing his drink in one swig, motioning you in with his fingers. “You been walking around like that while I’m gone?” He says, running his eyes down your scantily clad body, making your cheeks burn.

“It's my house too,” you giggle, giving him a twirl, silk red slip shining in the firelight. “You busy?” you hum, padding around his desk and standing just before him, looking down into those pretty cold eyes.

Tommy watches your every move closely. It had been a while since he’d seen his baby sister, and oh how much can change in so little time. Your smooth skin shines under the dim lights, womanly figure peeking through the translucent fabric of your dress, and he ignores the sudden pull in his belly.

“Just tired,” he grumbles, letting his eyes fall shut as you step between his legs, soft hands resting on his shoulders, letting out a low groan as you begin to rub circles into the muscles. “I missed you,” you whisper. You really did, despite his ill temper and lack of conversation skills. You always found comfort in him; he had taken on the role of your protector, and despite his tough exterior, you knew he had a soft spot for you.

Tommy leans back in his chair, exhaling a cloud of smoke as he looks up at you. "Missed you too, love," he admits, his voice a bit softer than before. The tension in the room seems to ease a little as you continue to massage his shoulders.

“You barely called,” you pout, plump pink lip glimmering, and the brief image of biting down on it flashes through his head.

“M’here now,” he cuts you off, running his large hands up your hips, settling on your waist as he pulls you towards him. “Off to bed with ya’. I’ve got work to do, and you’re coming in with me tomorrow.” Tommy’s dominance always seemed to take up all the air, leaving no room for arguments. You couldn’t help but feel out of place in his presence. Such a delicate little thing, with your bows and lace, like a flower growing in the dead of winter.

You offer a soft smile, leaning down to peck him on the cheek before straightening up. "Fine, fine. But only because you missed me," you tease, giving him a quick wink.

Tommy smirks, rough fingers tracing patterns on your waist. You pull away, sighing as his hands leave your body, and make your way to the door. “Goodnight, Thomas. It’s good to have you back,” you hum, disappearing down the corridor, leaving him with the familiar dizziness he gets whenever you two interact.

Pouring himself another drink, he thinks back to your sweet scent, the feel of your soft lips on his cheeks, the slope of your perky tits in your dress. Slamming the glass down with a grunt, he clears the images from his head and begins to tackle his work, drowning any more thoughts of his baby sister with another bottle.

The next morning, you stood at the door, bouncing on your heels while you wait for him to come down. All these days wandering around the house have left you with little need for dressing up. So, you pulled out a pretty pink dress you’d been saving, curls held up in a loose tie, and a little more makeup than usual. Heavy footsteps pulled you from your thoughts as your brother made his way past you, grumbling a faint "morning," barely sparing you a glance. Running to catch up to him, you clamber into the passenger seat, crossing your arms with a huff, and stare him down. "Well?"

Tommy looks you over, pulling a long drag from his cigarette as he takes in your kohl eyes and pink lips. His gaze drifts lower to the low-cut neckline and further to the bunched-up fabric on your plush thighs. A million words rush through his brain, and he settles on, "You look nice," keeping it curt as he begins the drive. He smirks as you scoff and turn your body towards the window.

The office was buzzing as usual, men running around like worker ants past you while Tommy stepped out to speak with someone. A light tap on your shoulder makes you whip around, meeting the bright faces of your older brothers: Arthur and John, as they sweep you up into a grapple. Giggling, you try to break free as they tickle and tease you before you’re all interrupted by the sound of Tommy clearing his throat at the door.

“It’s not proper for a lady to be acting this way in front of strangers,” he says slowly, a frown pulling at the corner of his mouth. “Ah, come on, Tommy, we was just teasing our baby sister,” Arthur laughs as John tugs a free strand of your hair. “Get off me, you big idiots!” You laugh, smacking them both as you all come down from the high. Arthur and John release you, straightening up with amused smirks on their faces. Tommy's expression remained serious, a mix of annoyance and something else bubbling beneath the surface. "Teasing or not, this is a place of business," he growls, his voice low. "We have a reputation to uphold.” He finishes, moving between you and your brothers, placing a firm hand on your lower back to guide you towards his office. You roll your eyes playfully but allow him to lead you away.

As you walked, Arthur and John exchanged amused glances behind Tommy's back; they weren’t immune to your womanly traits. Despite you all having a strong bond, Tommy had always placed an unspoken claim over you. You were just happy to be with your loving brothers. The rest of the day went by in the same fashion, them finding ways to tease and touch you, showering you with compliments as Thomas looked on with a scowl.

He was fed up as he packed up for the day, practically dragging you to the car and speeding home in silence. The tension in the car was palpable as Tommy drove back to Arrow House. The sound of the engine roared in the silence, and you couldn't help but fidget in your seat, glancing at your brother from time to time. His jaw was clenched, and his grip on the steering wheel was tight. As the car pulled into the driveway, he parked it with a screech, the sudden halt causing you to stumble forward. The air was heavy, and you hesitated for a moment before breaking the silence.

“Have I done something wrong?” You ask, voice soft and laced with confusion. Tommy took a deep breath before he spoke, trying to keep his emotions under control “Yer a fucking woman now, y/n.” He snaps, “giggling and bouncing around like a whore isn’t a good image for the Shelbys.” Eyes widening, your lips open and close as you try to find the right words, stomach-churning in shame. “I didn’t think-” “Of course you don’t,” he interrupts. He knows he's being harsh, but as he glances back at you and sees the strap of your dress slip down your shoulder, the remainders of his resolve break away, grabbing a handful of your hair he pulls you in for a searing kiss.

You freeze, feeling him groan against your lips as he holds you in place with one hand, the other moving its way up your thigh. With a jolt, you push on his chest and scramble as far away as you can in the tight space. “Why- I don't understand” You whimper, watching his eyes darken as they take in your trembling body. “You’re a woman now y/n” He repeats, “I know that you see the way men look at ya’” He murmurs, moving closer, “like yer a fuckin’ peace of meat. Like they’d pay anything for a chance between those pretty legs,” he says, grabbing your ankle and pulling you down the seat, settling between your thighs. “You’re mine. Always have been. Since you were a little girl playing in the mud” Whispering into your neck, he punctuates each word with a thrust, you can feel his hardness bumping against your panties and the reality of it all kicks, tears finally beginning to pour.

“Please Tommy” your voice barely over a whisper, “You’re scaring me”. He shushes you gently, placing soft kisses down your neck, pulling down the straps to your dress slowly, as he hungrily takes in the exposed flesh, breath catching as the fabric moves past your breasts. They bounce out, nipples hardening in the cool air and he curses under his breath reaching up to cup one on each hand. “But you’re my brother” You squeal, as his thumb brushes over the peaks, sending jolts of pleasure down your spine. “All the more reason” He chuckles darkly, “who better to own you than your flesh and blood”.

Pulling you in for another kiss, you relax slightly as his words ring in your head. You had noticed the looks you’d get, the special treatment, the passing comments. You also knew that you would eventually have to find a man who wasn’t as scary as the rest, trusting him to build a home, a family. Maybe Tommy was right. He had always been there, keeping you safe and comfortable. He was in no way unattractive, strong jaw and plump lips with a strong physique that you knew the women that were bold enough to mess with the Peaky Blinders swoon over. You feel dizzy and confused as the thoughts run through your head.

“Focus on me mouse” He laughs, noticing you drifting away. Deepening the kiss, his tongue slips past your lips and you moan softly as it dances with yours. Pulling away, you’re both flushed, panting harshly into each other's mouths, lips swollen and wet, connected by a string of spit that you coyly lick off his lip.

Raising his brow, his hand wraps around your throat, giving a warning squeeze. “Tell me you’re untouched” He whispers, “Tell me no man has gotten to my baby sister while I was gone”

You feel a cold rush over you, you think of lying but you’ve never been a very good liar and you know it's only going to make it worse. Instead, you look away from him, wanting to curl up in a ball of shame and disappear as you feel his fingers tighten slowly. “Tell. Me.” He spits, and all you can do is whimper, hoping he takes pity on your shaking frame. Suddenly, your airflow is cut off, hands flying up to grip his wrist while he tries to take deep calming breaths. “Who was it?” He whispers, giving you a quick slap when you don’t respond immediately. “who the fuck was it” he seethes, loosening his grip so you could speak. “Please don’t hurt him, Tommy! it was only once and I was the one who asked” You ramble, it was the truth, as ridiculous as it sounded and you prayed your brother would listen to you and spare the poor boy you’d jeopardized so foolishly.

“You…asked?” he repeated slowly and it was like a new wave of anger washed over him as he stormed out of the car, moving around to your door, yanking out by your arm. He led you to his bedroom, past the maids, past Frances who could do nothing but look away to give you some shred of dignity. and threw you onto the floor.

You scramble towards the bed but he stops you with a hand on your ankle tugging you towards him and raising you by your hair to your knees in front of him. “All this time, my sweet baby sister, our littlest Shelby” He laughs mockingly, “all this time… nothing but a whore who begs men for cock.” Your heart burns at his words and your tears cloud your vision as you babble out an apology “I promise Tommy, I was only curious, it was just once, please I'm so sorry” you cry, grabbing onto his leg as he looks down at you. With a firm grip on your chin, he raises your face to look up at him and swipes his thumb over your lips. “what did you do?” He asks softly. “We just kissed and then he-, he put it in and he pulled out so I wouldn’t get pregnant. I’m so sorry” You whimper, hoping your honesty would appease him. You hated to disappoint him, even as a little girl, you’d do everything you could so that he’d be proud of you. Crying for days on end when you’d done something wrong in his eyes and he’d give you the silent treatment.

“Did you cum?” He asks, to which you shake your head and confess you don’t know what that feels like. You’ve never even touched yourself. His anger is boiling below the surface but your confessions have cooled him a bit and seeing you on your knees, gives him an idea.

“Open your mouth and stick out your tongue.” He commands, unbuttoning his trousers and pulling his cock out, giving it a few tugs. Your eyes widen, watching his fist stroke up and down his huge length. It was probably twice as big as your lover, a thick vein running up the side to his fat pink tip leaking a sticky white fluid. You obey his command and he slaps it on your tongue, groaning as he gives a couple of shallow thrusts.

“This is a real cock y/n '' He chuckles, noticing the fear in your eyes. “Be a good little girl for me and stay still while I fuck yer slutty mouth.” You had heard about this from the maids, thinking back on their gossiping you remember to keep your teeth out of the way, closing your lips over the head and giving it a hard suck. Tommy stumbles slightly, breath hitching as his hands fly to either side of your head, pushing you into the side of the bed, you know you’ve done the right thing.

“Don’t forget to breathe” is all the warning you get before he plunges forward, your nose hitting the dark curls at the base making you gag and your eyes water. He doesn’t let you adjust, setting a brutal pace as he fucks your face, balls slapping your chin with each thrust and all you can do is focus on not throwing up, placing your palms on his thighs to try to hold him back.

“Fuck” He grunts, looking down at his dick disappearing down your throat and he smiles as he watches you struggle. Pulling out, he watches the spit spill down your chin, using his tip to spread it over your pretty face. “Put my balls in your mouth” he hums, continuing to stroke as you look up at him dumbly. “Don’t make me fucking repeat myself.” You quickly try to do as he says, cheeks burning bright red at the dirtiness of it but the sound that he lets out you give them a gentle suck makes a little pride bloom in your chest. You continue like that for a while, alternating between the two, you don’t know how much time has passed but his thrust begins to stutter, and with a loud groan your mouth fills with liquid. “Don’t swallow” He breathes and you try your best to hold it all in your mouth but there is so much that it spills past your lips. He pulls out panting and slaps your cheek, “Let me see”. You open wide, showing the creamy white mess on your tongue and he leans to spit on top of it before ordering you to swallow. “Good fuckin’ girl” He chuckles.

Before you have a chance to catch your breath, he's tugging you up to stand, pulling you into his chest by your waist and smothering you in a wet kiss. You fall back together on the bed, sweaty skin sticking to the sheets and you each shred the rest of your clothing. The feeling of your bodies pressed against one another is electric, fitting into each other perfectly like you were made for the other. Tommy’s hand slips between your bodies, smirking when he feels the pool of slickness between your folds. “So good for me baby, look how wet you are” He breathes in your ear and you whimper as his fingers rub slow agonizing circles on your clit. “Please Tommy” You whine, raising your hips to try to get more friction. “Please what? You beggin’ me the way you did that fuck?” He growled, feeling his anger flare up again but you quickly shake your head with a cry. “No! No, I’m not, I didn’t, please I'm sorry, it was nothing like this” You babble as his fingers pick up speed and you feel an almost painful tightening in your belly. “It-It hurts Tommy” you whine out and he laughs at you, “Just relax baby, take what I give you”

Panting, you nod your head, desperate to please him, and feel your thighs begin to shake from the intensity. “Fuck oh my god, Tommy” You breathe and he gives your clit a slap, murmuring for you to watch your language before continuing his quick pace. Finally, you feel the coil in your belly burst and you scream as your cunt gushes. “My perfect girl, all mine.” he moans into your neck, moving suddenly between your legs, hands behind your knees raising your legs to your shoulders as he settles over you, angling his now-hard cock down into your entrance.

“Wa-wait Tommy '' you mumble, still coming too from the intense orgasm but Tommy has already begun to push in, spearing you slowly. The burn is a lot, you’d only done this once, months ago, and with someone much smaller, and you couldn't help but try to push his hips away as each inch made it harder to breathe. “Fuck, such a tight little cunt, feels like I could cum just from putting it in” He pants, losing himself in the wet warmth of his little sister. He’d dreamed of this moment for years, fantasies that he tried to push to the darkest, furthest part of his mind. On the days that they would roar for attention, he would indulge in a pretty prostitute that reminded him of you. Whether it was your hair or your eyes, he would fuck them like a starved animal.

Now here you were, so small under him, so vulnerable. His hips set a cruel pace from the start, giving you little time to adjust. You could barely breathe, he had you folded up, resting his weight on your chest as you let out little “Ah’s” with each thrust. “Please slow down” You try to say but he swallows it down in an open-mouthed kiss, groaning as you clamp down on him when he goes a little too deep. “Nasty little cockslut” He spits, straightening up, placing your thighs over his hips to reach a new angle. He can watch your tits bounce this way, spitting on them before giving them a firm slap. You can’t stop watching the bulge on your stomach that appears every time he thrusts in. “You’re so deep” you breathe, squealing when he presses down on it.

Without pulling out (or warning), Tommy flips you on top of him. Giving your ass a smack, you take the hint and begin to bounce. Having to do the work while he watches you flusters you, making you lose your pace but another sharp spank puts you back on track. “Do I feel good Tommy?” You purr, feeling a newfound power as you watch his face contort every time you squeeze him. “Like fucking heaven baby” he growls, leaning up to suck on your bouncing tits. You keep up a steady pace, feeling the coil building again, but suddenly Tommy shoves you forward, pulling you into his chest as he pistons his hips up at an animalistic pace, hitting the perfect spot inside you that makes you see stars.

You scream, all shame leaving your body as you barrel over the edge, sticky cunt gushing over his dick, making a mess over his thighs. “Gonna pump you full mouse, make you mine forever. Say it.” He grunts. “I’m yours, Tommy, I’ve always been. I belong to you” You purr, smiling at the choked sound he makes when he digs in as far as he can, warmth filling your walls as you both breathe heavily. He holds you there, stroking gently up and down your spine while you play with curls on his chest. “I will find his name” he murmurs into your hair.

“I love you Tommy” You whisper, eyes falling shut.

“I love you too”

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First fic on here ! Im a little nervous hehe. Also not proof read! I just wanted to pump out my dream last night. Please let me know what you think!! It means a lot :)🤍

#18+ only #tommy shelby smut #tommy shelby #tommy shelby x reader #smut #peaky blinders fanfic #peaky blinders smut #tw noncon

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HELLO! 🤍🐻🪽 + MASTERLIST

I'm Vixen! I'm 22 and just getting into writing fics after spending years reading them!

As a disclaimer... I write heavy stuff! Not all of it will be but it will definitely be there and I don't want to upset anyone so if you don't like that sort of thing, I'm not the author for you. If you don't like it but like my work, I will also have variety!

I'm also just re-learning how to use Tumblr... why are there so many links and buttons lol

#smut #i write smut #hello tumblr #new author

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Neil trying to be cool to get the attention of a client (disinterested in him) being totally cringe and geeky with his movie recommendations

im a filmbro just like neil so i really resonate with this

my inbox is open for requests!

warnings: one mention of sexual content, mild mentions of violence, neil being a geek with zero rizz

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It’s not often hot people walk into Gumshoe Video. There’s the regulars, the families, the loser film bros who are there at least four times a week, the teens who try to rent pornos, and old people looking for the classics.

When you walked in, Neil almost dropped his fast food cup filled with Dr. Pepper. You’re exactly his type, and he pushed the other employees out of the way so he could be the one to help you.

“Hi, I’m Neil. How can I be of service?” he greets you, perhaps a bit too enthusiastically. You look down at his name tag and note that it says owner underneath his name.

“I don’t need any help, thanks,” you smile politely and continue walking. You aren’t trying to be rude, but you had a long day at work and this puppy dog of an employee is only going to get on your nerves.

“Are you looking for anything specific?” he asks, following you down the aisle.

You sigh. “No, just something to watch.”

“We have a huge selection. What’s your favorite genre?”

You resign yourself to the fact that this man is going to be up your ass until you leave the store.

“I don’t know. Action? Comedy?”

“Well, right over here we have Fast and Furious.” You wrinkle your nose. “We also have The Dark Knight.”

“Uh, no thanks. The villains in those movies are always so cheesy.”

Neil hums and scans the shelves, looking at the collection of videos for rent. “If you want a comedy we have Daddy Daycare, Superbad, American Pie…”

“I think I’ll just look around myself-”

“Or if you want something classic, we have Citizen Kane, Casablaca, The Godfather, Apocalypse Now-”

“Look, Neil,” you sigh. “I appreciate the suggestions but I really don’t need any help.”

Feeling rejected but not letting it show, Neil nods and steps away. “If you need anything, I’ll be behind the counter.”

You nod and watch him walk away before turning to browse the movie selection by yourself. It takes you a while to find anything that you were interested in, but you settled on Friday the 13th. It’s not what you’d usually go for, but your life needs a little excitement here and there.

From across the store, you could hear the other employees ridiculing Neil for “striking out”, though you’d have to argue that he never even got up to bat.

When you walk up to the counter to rent the movie, no one is to be found. You look around and find a bell on the counter labeled ring for assistance. You hit the button and the bell rings, and immediately following the chime is a thud and a curse. You peak over the counter to see Neil crouched underneath it, rubbing the top of his head.

He stands up and looks at you, putting on a charming smile like he didn’t just embarrass himself.

“All set?” he asks.

“Yep,” you reply shortly, handing him the box.

“Friday the 13th,” he reads. “That’s a good one. You didn’t tell me you’re into horror.”

“I’m not really. Just wanted a change,” you reply, figuring if you engage in his small talk, he’ll let you off the hook sooner.

“Did you know this was filmed at a real summer camp in New Jersey?” You shake your head. “It’s still operational, actually. The only set piece they had to build was the bathroom; everything else was already there.”

“That’s really interesting,” you smile, lying.

Unfortunately that was the wrong thing to say, because it made him perk up. “If you think that’s interesting, wait until you hear this…” He ducks under the counter again and comes back up with another movie in hand. “Scream was based on a series of real murders in the 90s. Ghostface was based of the Gainesville Ripper who killed five students in Florida. He wore a black ski mask, which was the inspiration for the movie.”

Neil must have noticed your concerned face and stopped.

“Uh, sorry. I guess giving a stranger facts about a serial killer is kind of weird,” he chuckles.

He scans your movie, swipes your card and prints out your receipt. Before he handed it to you, he scribbled something at the bottom.

“Thank you for renting from Gumshoe Video. Have a nice day,” he smiles.

You give him a polite smile back and on the way out of the door, you look down at the paper in your hand. He wrote what looks to be a phone number, but his handwriting is too messy for you to make out the digits.

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dark dilf delinquent season cillian lusting after the new neighbors daughter; who not so coincidentally has a penchant for undressing with her curtains open 🫣 & sneaking in guys who kinda (definitely) maybe resemble cillian? from her club nights 😭

he’s dark & like kinda pathetic but we love him anyway

i feel like this is too specific but I can’t get the thought out of my head 🥲

it is very specific but I'm not mad, and I love writing a pervert <3 but a dilf AND a pervert?! yes please!! obviously I love this concept cause I went a liiiiitle overboard with it, oops...

𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡 𝙣𝙚𝙭𝙩 𝙙𝙤𝙤𝙧 | neighbor!reader x dilf!cillian

length: 3.3k

warnings: m and f masturbation, voyeurism, slightly dark but not very much, unspecified age gap, infidelity

When it first started, he really was just trying to read. It wasn't his fault that the book was boring, or that your curtains were open, or that he caught a glance of you in your window.

It was innocent then, too— he liked watching you do normal things, like put on jewelry or laugh on the phone with a friend. It made him smile... he wasn't sure why, but it just made him feel a little better after a long day, seeing you up there, reminiscing on his younger days as he got a distant view of yours...

But it had been months since it started, and it was far from innocent now. He'd become an expert at compartmentalizing the shame; he'd become addicted to the cycle, to the watching and the waiting and the sick anticipation— not to mention the fear that someday, you'd notice him watching. The fear, and yet, the hope.

"Fuck," he panted under his breath as he wanked himself— not too fast yet, but certainly much faster than the slow and teasing strokes he liked to start off with. You were taking off your shirt, pulling it over your head and folding your arms in that crazy origami way girls do that he'd never totally understood; he bit his lip as his eyes dragged over your back, trying to imagine how it would feel to run his fingers up your spine until you arched it just right—

He heard the kids yell downstairs and he stopped for a second, heart pounding with nervousness as he feared they might come up and knock at the door. He used to only do this when they were gone... but he couldn't pass up an opportunity like this, a perfect view of you stripping in the window.

The noises stopped and his movements started again, fisting his cock with a stifled groan as you reached behind your back and undid the clasp; even having seen your tits probably a dozen times by now, his mouth was slack and dry in anticipation of you turning around and letting him see them again.

You teased him for a while longer, messing with your hair and stretching your arms up until he found himself mumbling between panting breaths: c'mon, baby, show me— lemme see, sweetheart, fuck, please...

Sort of like willing a stoplight to turn green, it's obviously not possible but it will work at some point: you turned and faced the window, your eyes shut with a sigh as you started to open your jeans. He had to grip his cock's leaking head tight just then, too overwhelmed with the view of your breasts— he was afraid to come too soon.

He'd never had to hold himself back like this before, never delayed his gratification— because, normally, it's totally antithetical to the point of masturbation. He only ever jerked off for the gratification, and he only ever watched porn to help get there a little faster... but you, you were so much better than porn. The thrill of doing something wrong, the longing of knowing you (if not very well) in real life, the lack of control over you and being, in a sense, at your mercy as you undressed as slow as you wanted... it was all just terribly erotic. And he refused to let himself come until you let him see a little more.

You slid your jeans down your legs and he actually bit his lip, just to muffle his moan. "Yes," he whispered to himself, cock pulsing in his grip as he watched you step out of them, turning around to lay them over your bed— and giving him the perfect view of your ass in those cute cotton panties as you did it. "Fuck," he grunted, twisting his hand over his tip and feeling his hips jerk instinctively— he couldn't think of the last time he was so sensitive. "See what you do to me?" he chuckled to himself— he wished you could see it, but then again, he had his lights off in the room for a reason. All you could see was a dark window, and for now, he preferred to keep it that way.

You laid back on your bed, looking relaxed and contented as you ran your hand down over yourself— fuck, is she about to--?

You slipped your hand into your panties, and he tilted his head back with a heavy sigh, only allowing himself a second to shut his eyes as his balls tightened up, threatening to blow it all right then and there. He'd never actually seen you touch yourself before— though he had seen you take a vibrator out of your bedside drawer and, infuriatingly, go to take a shower where you presumably got to use it with complete privacy. The image in his head had been plenty to get off on that night, but seeing you now as your fingers moved under the thin fabric, your lips opening for what he hoped was a quiet little moan? It was almost too much to bear.

You spread your legs a bit, the angle giving him a hint of a view of what you were doing; he sat up in the chair, leaning to the side a bit, desperate for a better look at how you were touching yourself. Were you just rubbing your clit, or were you going to put a finger or two inside? "Baby," he panted to himself, watching your tits get harder as your hand moved, "baby... y-yeah, just like that, fuck..."

The sight of you playing with yourself was just too beautiful; he had to keep reminding himself to shut his mouth so he wouldn’t make too much noise, but then it would just fall right back open again as you arched your back.

“Feels good?” he noticed, raking his gaze over every sign of your pleasure. “Tell me how good it feels…”

He wanted to imagine your voice, then, the way you’d respond to him: feels so good, Cill. You’d never actually called him that, you always called him Mr. Murphy. He tried not to acknowledge how much that turned him on, but anyways, he couldn’t conjure your voice in his head anyways. He hadn’t spoken to you in weeks, not since you’d babysat for him and his wife… he tried not to acknowledge how much that turned him on, either.

Seemingly out of nowhere, you took your hand out of your panties and expanded your cheeks with a big sigh; he knit his eyebrows together, watching you roll over and grab your phone off of the nightstand by your bed. His sicker side instantly assumed you were going to find some porn to watch, but your lackadaisical attitude about the whole thing made it seem more like you’d had a sudden mid-masturbation urge to check Instagram. Kids and their phones, he thought to himself, even though you were far from a kid— he was just much, much further from one than you were, is all…

And, this should come as no surprise by now… that turned him on too. He’d come to be weirdly fascinated by his own perversion, finding it just as shameful as he did sexy.

His phone vibrated on the desk and his screen lit up— he wasn't going to answer it at first, nothing was more important than watching you right now... but then it went off again. He looked at it and back at you, seeing you getting up suddenly and walking around the room... surely you hadn't come already? It certainly didn't look like it.

Even though he couldn't imagine why you'd stopped so abruptly, he figured it was a good opportunity to make sure the messages weren't important. He awkwardly got up and grabbed his phone, feeling a bit strange about walking around with his jeans open and his erection poking out. Unlocking his phone to read whatever was sent, he felt a massive sigh leave his chest as if the wind had been knocked out of him.

He never even saved your number, but he recognized the previous conversation you'd had-- just a few texts back and forth about a little backyard gathering your parents were having, and some question about when you needed to come over to watch the kids, but you usually messaged his wife about that kind of stuff. But since he’d committed those brief conversations to memory, it took him only a split-second to know it was you— and, obviously, seeing that you'd just texted him, he thought his heart might just stop right then. He had to blink some blurriness out of his vision to even read them, with how fast the damn thing was beating.

hi mr. murphy.

turn on the lamp on the desk.

He whipped his head around to look back at you, only to find you smiling around a bitten lower lip, staring right into his window. Fuck. Fuck!

He set his phone down, not sure what to do— and quickly locking the screen as he realized you’d probably seen the glow of it. He groaned softly again as he watched you sit down on your bed again, facing directly towards him, those pretty legs spreading nice and slow as your hand moved over your panties again. Fuck.

He felt like he was in a dream or something as he flipped on the lamp— maybe it was an out of body experience. If he was out of his own body, he at least knew whose he wanted to get into: he never took his eyes off you as he slowly walked back to his chair, sitting back down in it and meeting your half-lidded gaze as you tossed your phone away and used your free hand to toy with one of your hard nipples. “Fuck,” he said aloud this time, seeing your eyes trail down to his cock— it was still out, of course, sticking up proudly against the black shirt covering his stomach. Maybe it was proud, but he was a little bit terrified, his face getting hot as he snatched the throw pillow nearby to cover himself with; he saw you laugh, sighing through his nose dreamily as he wished he could hear the sweet sound of it, and then shake your head with a grin.

You stood up then, turning around and bending over as you ever-so-slowly pulled your panties down, making him purr as he got a thorough look at your bare ass. You looked too damn good bent over like that— what he would give to stand behind you, pushing your shoulders down with one hand as he gave that cute arse a good spank with the other—

He saw you looking back at him, a proud smirk on your face; “Dirty girl,” he scolded under his breath, watching you stand up straight and sit on the bed again.

Your legs were pressed tightly together, and when he look up to your eyes, he found them focusing on the pillow in his lap; you met his gaze again, a pink tongue darting gently over your lips. A silent promise: I’ll show you mine if you show me yours. With the way it made his heart pound and his palms clammy, he felt like a schoolboy all over again.

He grabbed the pillow and slowly moved it away, your legs opening at the same pace in perfect time with it; he groaned through a tight jaw as he stared at your pussy, one of your hands running down to spread the sticky lips even wider for him. “Fuck,” he moaned, holding onto his cock tightly again as he felt totally helpless to the sight of it, unable to look away. “So fuckin’ perfect,” he mumbled, starting to stroke himself as you bit your lip again and rubbed your clit with two fingers— the nails still had that baby pink polish, the one he’d watched you paint on a few nights ago. Why was something as simple as that so sexy?

Your mouth fell open, and your head tilted back; he tried to imagine how you’d sound, your sweet voice a little darker and deeper with pleasure. You rubbed yourself a little faster, a little harder, and he felt his lips curl into a sneer.

“Good girl, like that,” he panted, “play with it for me. Play with that cute little cunt— f-fuck, yes—”

You looked at him again, eyes glued to his cock, and he felt it flex in his grip as if it wanted to wave to you; he saw you smile, an oddly sweet smile for something so dirty, and he watched your fingers slide down to your tiny, seeping opening. He nodded in encouragement, watching your face fall into a shockingly innocent gasp as you slid a finger into yourself.

“Yes, baby,” he moaned, “y-yeah, s’it warm inside, sweetheart? Bet you’re so fucking tight, baby, I know your pussy is so goddamn tight—”

You pumped the single finger in and out, head falling back for a moment, and he squeezed his cock tight again to try to hold back another close call— he’d feel pretty stupid coming so fast with you watching, but he’d been doing this a lot longer than you had… fuck, how long had you known he was watching you?

Your mouth opened wider as you pushed another finger into yourself, and his hips shifted roughly in the chair, his hand moving faster as he growled. “Fuck, it’s not enough, is it?” he hissed. “Two little fingers isn’t enough— you need my cock, fuck, you need my fuckin’ cock— I’d fill you so good, sweetheart, I’d be so fuckin’ deep inside you—”

He was almost bucking up into his own hand now, his whole body suddenly pulsing with energy— it was a good thing you weren’t here now, even if he wanted it more than anything: he would’ve treated you awfully if he could’ve gotten his hands on you, fucking you hard and rough, tossing you around, pinning you down… he needed you so bad, he couldn’t imagine having the patience for anything but one of those nasty, fast, rough, animalistic fucks. He’d fucking ruin you right now, if he could.

You were rough about it, too— roughly pinching and tugging on your tits, roughly fucking yourself on your fingers… you even pulled your hand out and gave your clit a little smack at one point, and he choked on his loudest moan yet as your body jolted.

“Dirty fucking slut,” he growled, “fuck, come for me. Please, baby, I need to come, I need to fuckin’ come—”

You were saying something, obviously he couldn’t hear a damn word of it, but the shape of your lips made him pretty damn sure you were chanting over and over: yes, yes, yes—

“Come, baby,” he begged, knowing he couldn’t hold himself back much longer, “let me see— show me how you come, sweetheart, show me that pretty face when you come on your fucking fingers— soak them, honey, come for me—”

You were shaking all over, legs quivering and tits bouncing with the force of it— you pulled your fingers out and he could fucking see it, see that cute little hole flexing, and obviously he was done for pretty much instantly. He moaned roughly as hot ropes of come painted his shirt, rolled down his shaft and shaking fingers, one drop even finding its way down his balls which was sort of pleasantly ticklish…

You looked so gorgeous coming like that, your hand and pussy all shiny with your arousal, your eyes heavy and your lips swollen from all the biting… he blinked quickly as he tried to catch his breath, letting go of his slowly-softening cock and leaning back into the chair. You smiled at him; funny how, even now, that could make his heart skip. He watched you stand up and wiggle your fingers in a cute little wave at him as you approached the window, and his tired smile fell quickly when you reached for the curtains. “N-no, don’t go,” he pleaded softly, leaning forward as if he could stop you somehow, “please, wait—”

You slid them shut suddenly, and he whined a little as he fell back into the chair, running his (clean) hand over his face as he contemplated what he’d just done. When his phone vibrated again, he jumped up to grab it, but frowned in disappointment when he saw it was from his wife. Be home in a few, please come help with the groceries.

He tried to type a quick reply, only to grimace when he realized how filthy his hand was. He wiped it off on his shirt— but his shirt was filthy, too. Sighing, he set the phone down and took the whole thing off, balling it up to toss into the hamper, leaving him in just his undershirt.

Going straight back to his phone, he opened the conversation with you, praying to see that little grey bubble pop up or something; he started to type a few times, things like will I see you tomorrow? or come over next time the house is empty, but he always felt like an idiot and ended up erasing it. He didn’t get a chance to think of a good thing to send before he heard a car pulling up in the driveway. Shoving the phone in his pocket, he sighed and made his way downstairs, navigating around the pillow fort in the living room to get out the front door.

“Just help me with the bags in the boot, will you?” she asked him, not even looking at him, as she rifled through whatever was in the backseat. He opened it, sighing as he looked at them. Nothing like a bunch of brown bags to bring you back to reality.

His eyes widened when he heard his wife say your name, and he poked his head around the car to see you standing there, wearing a zip-up and leggings. “Good evening, Mrs. Murphy,” you smiled, and he figured he looked like a deer in the headlights— if a deer could hold a paper sack full of pasta and biscuits— as your gaze fell on him. “Hi, Mr. Murphy.”

He opened his mouth to try to respond, but nothing really came out; “Looks like you’re going for a run,” his wife noticed, saving him for the time being as your attention turned to her again.

“Yeah,” you nodded, “figured I could use some exercise.”

He cleared his throat, just a way to try to fight the lump forming in it, but it unintentionally caused both women to look at him again— once again, he found himself uselessly floundering for a response, and only getting out a soft ‘er’ before you said something.

“Aren’t you cold in just a t-shirt, Mr. Murphy?” you asked him, tilting your head.

“It’s fine,” he choked out, “I was feeling kind of hot anyway.”

You smiled at him, then waved goodbye to his wife as you pushed your earbuds in and continued walking down the street— you were acting so innocent that he started to feel like he’d dreamed up the whole thing.

She probably saw him staring, watching you jog down the sidewalk, that ass looking terribly familiar covered by the athletic leggings; but she didn’t say anything, only shutting the car boot to get his attention as he finally carried the paper sacks into the house. "She's sweet, isn't she?" she broke the moment of silence as they walked up the driveway together.

“I-I guess,” he tried to sound as non-committal as possible.

“You don’t think so?” she pressed, apparently noticing his cryptic answer.

“I don’t know,” he shrugged, “maybe she’s not as sweet as she looks.”

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