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@garrison-girl-08 waking you up with a cup of tea, he's a keeper 🥰!

I can't believe it! They spent time alone with eachother, without having sex 😯! It's a record 😂. Her little nagging self doubt about them not having sex, and thinking he'd be annoyed about that made me smile. She has know idea how much he's fallen for her, and how she means more to him than just a quick fuck.

"I tucked you in like a good boy, you were drooling, so...." 😂, I'd just die if someone said that to me 😅. I really enjoy seeing this playful, cheeky side to him. He's so relaxed with her. God, I want these to two to make it 😩. Caught the fact he told her to keep a set of keys. Tommy's going full speed ahead with her now!

"It had been months since he had last had anything to do with her. Way before you" *phew, thank god for that! Sara needs to back off, immediately 😤. She clearly went into things with Tommy hoping for something else. I have a feeling she's not gonna let this slide so easily. Men don't like pushy, overbearing women Sara!! They like to do the chasing. And look who he caught...Y/N 😌💅.

The next scene had me wide eyed! What the hell happened there?? That sounds absolutely horrifying to be sat in your car, seeing a car coming at you at full speed like that 😳.

She questioned, running her fingers over his shirt. "Did you tie her up, Tommy?" she cooed at him, trying to look sexy. Oh, would you just F off Sara! She's already driving me crazy, and it's only been a chapter and a bit we've known about her 😂. It's because of loons like this I have so many hate clubs going. I'm gonna need a filing system soon!

My heart was melting at how worried Tommy was rushing to her side. She has to see by now that it isn't just lust he feels for her ❤️. "Tommy was already planning, to find out who was driving the car that hit you...." I don't doubt he will. Good luck to them 😬.

Another amazing chapter hun! Can't wait to find out how things play out with Sara. She's definitely not gonna play nice about this 😬.

F*ck Buddies

Part 9 ( more here)

Pairing -Modern Thomas Shelby and Reader

Warnings- 18*, swearing, violence, sexual content

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When you woke up the next morning, you were now in Tommy's bed. The last thing you remembered, was laying on his sofa. You still had your nightie on, so nothing sexual must have happened. Would he be annoyed with you?

He cooked for you, made a special effort and you fell asleep! Embarrassing!

Turning over, you noticed the bedroom door suddenly opening. Tommy was carrying a cup, dressed in his suit, shirt and tie. Hair pristine, a big smile on his face. "Morning sleepyhead," he grinned, placing the cup down on the bedside table next to you. Perching on the bed, he bent to kiss you.

"Ah don't I just woke up, I'm so sorry about last night," you apologised, "You should have just woken me up,"

"Why?" he frowned, brushing a stray hair away, "I tucked you in like a good boy, you were drooling, so...."

"Stop it, I was not," you swatted his arm, feeling a flush creep to your face. "I feel bad, you went to all of the effort, and we didn't even have sex,"

When his phone began to ring, he placed it on silent. Laughing at your statement, totally bewildered that's what you had thought. "Ah fuck yeah, I got you here just for sex, now what will I do?" Tommy shrugged, enjoying your expression.

"We had a good evening, yeah? I told you I wanted to do this right," staring into your eyes, he brushed his hand over your cheek.

“But... I have to go, I made you some tea. You be ok locking up?"

"Yeah I need to go soon. I have to get to work, I will leave the key at the front desk," you replied, in between the kisses he was planting on your face.

"Just hang on to it," he called, as he left the bedroom.

Climbing into his car, Tommy checked his phone again. Sara had called him five times, and kept texting him. What the fuck? Was she not getting the message? It had been months since he had last had anything to do with her.

Way before you.

She had been a fling, that was it. She was very full on. Too eager, always hounding him. She was just a fuck! And plus now, he had you..... You were so much more than that.

It didn’t help, that she worked at the same gym as you. She couldn't of told you, you would have mentioned it surely ? Tommy hadn’t even seen her there for weeks. Luckily…

"Use you? We had a bit of fun, that was it. Stop calling me,"

She would get the message, if he had to go and see her he would. Warn her off, he could even change his number. She was not going to mess this up for him! No way.

Showering and dressing at Tommy's apartment, you were now rushing around. He lived further away from where you worked, and the city traffic would be busy now.

"Running late, stuck in traffic. If I get stuck, can you start my pilates?" you text your co worker, Amira.

"Ok, but I have a client in an hour. You better not be fucking, you dirty girl?"

Laughing, you locked his door, rushing to the lift. You should have got up earlier. Waving at the doorman, you rushed from the building. Checking your watch as you went.

Twenty minutes later, you were still stuck in traffic. Sitting at the red lights, waiting for them to change. Briefly glancing into the rear view mirror, you noticed a white BMW approach.

Leaning down, whilst stationary, you grabbed your water from your bag. Checking the lights were still on red, you looked into your mirror again. Thinking how fast, the approaching car seemed to be going.

Where they going to stop? Your hands gripped the steering wheel, as you contemplated pulling away.

But, it was soon too late.

The car crashed into yours, full speed. Sending you flying forward, your airbag exploding. Body being crushed between the chair and the wheel. The last sound you heard, was your horn beeping....

"She's still not here," Amira told the gym manager, Dean. "I've called her over and over, she text me this morning. Do you think she's ok?"

Frowning, Dean picked up his phone, trying to call you himself. You were never late, and never rang in sick. "Maybe she's still stuck in traffic?"

Tommy had also been trying to get hold of you. It was 5pm now, and he hadn't heard a word. No reply to his text, no calls. Deciding to leave work, he set off towards the gym. He hadn't planned on going today, but he knew you would be there.

Pushing the lock button on his car, he opened the gym door. Bumping smack bang into Sara. Swallowing harshly, he glared at her. Not wanting an argument, not even wanting to be seen with her.

“She’s not here, if that’s what you’ve come for?” She growled at him, taking a step closer.

“What do you mean? She’s working today?” He asked, avoiding the conversation about her basically stalking him.

“She was meant to be, she didn’t turn up. Thought it might have something to do with you?” She questioned, running her fingers over his shirt. "Did you tie her up, Tommy?" she cooed at him, trying to look sexy.

Shooing her hand away, Tommy frowned. “Didn’t turn up?”

Pulling yourself up, you tried to get comfortable on the hospital bed. Still feeling dazed, you didn’t know how long you’d been here for. When the curtain was pulled back, a nurse in his early twenties appeared. Shooting you a smile, he placed a cup next to you.

“Sweet tea for the shock, my little chicken,” he winked. “You wanna answer that, it hasn’t stopped ringing,” He gestured towards your bag.

You remembered them asking, about your next of kin. But you didn’t want to bother anyone. It had only been a bump. Fumbling for your handbag, you stared at your phone.

“Tommy calling,”

“That your fella?” The nurse asked, feeling your pulse.

“No… well … sort of…” you frowned, the action making your headache worse. “Not sure,”

“Fuck buddies?” He whispered, “Put the poor sod out of his misery, call him back,"

Tommy was driving to your apartment, when you called him back. His heart began to race with relief. Until he heard your voice, heard the words you were telling him. The tell tale tremor in your words. He swore his heart stopped, just for a second.

A car crash? Fuck…. He had to see you.

Now sitting on the edge of the hospital bed. You tried to stretch your body, everything ached. Your neck felt tight and bruised. But, you had been checked over. Just cuts and bruises. You had been lucky, they told you. Your car hadn't been so lucky, you had only had it for six months.

“Y/n?” You heard, seeing Tommy rushing towards you. “What the fuck happened?” Squeezing you tightly, you flinched in pain. “Shit, sorry,”

Leaning against him, you were suddenly so glad he was here. You prided yourself, on being independent. Not relying on anyone. Not being a burden. But was it so wrong, to let yourself be cared for? Loved? No not loved, you just cared for each other. Or was it just lust?

"I can't remember much, just a car crashing into me full speed. I was... waiting at the lights, I think," you frowned, trying to process the events of the day. "They said, the driver had been drinking..."

Gently, he took your face in his hands, turning your head from side to side. "Fucking idiots, are you ok though? Have you been checked over?"

Nodding, you desperately tried to hold your emotions in. You just felt so vulnerable and he was being so kind to you. "I went to the gym, looking for you. A million scenarios, were running through my head,"

Seeing your eyes fill with tears, he pressed gentle kisses to your bruised face. "It's ok, I'm here now,"

"Can you give me a lift home?" you asked, "They towed my car, I think it's a write off. I can't even think about it, yet," A sob escaped your throat, making you look away in embarrasment.

"A lift home?" Tommy asked, "I'm taking you home, and not letting you out of my sight,"

Tommy was already planning, to find out who was driving the car that hit you....

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brummiereader · 2 days

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@garrison-girl-08 My obsession with your modern Tommy, warrants an intervention at this point 😍😩!

Liv!! What have you done to me! Everything, and I mean EVERYTHING about the way you write him has me crushing like some teen girl again 😩. The whole first scene of banter and flirting between them had me grinning from ear to ear. I mean come on, he'd have any girl blushing with his cockyness in response to line like this...“I can help you out, you look like you are all hot and sweaty. My favourite kind of woman. I have just the thing you need,”

The home dinner date was such a sweet surprise. I love the fact it caught her off guard, and that he was genuinely trying to connect with her on a deeper level without sex. “Like candles and shit,” he frowned, shrugging his shoulders. Taking a small sip of his own drink. Like candles and shit 😂, this line made me giggle. I can totally see him saying something like that. Such a typical man response as well 🤭.

I loved the fact she was comfortable enough around him she didn't doll herself up. And what made it even better was, Tommy liked her this way ❤️. You can tell he's as equally comfortable around her as she is with him, that he didn't get cagey about talking about his ex wives. You get the impression he feels a lot of regret in the choices his made. Loved this little line "Who's your favourite ex wife?" you laughed, knowing you were irritating him. Squealing with laughter, when he tickled your ribs" 😂, aw i love her! She's just so chill with him, and I think that's what he likes about her. But....

Who the fuck is Sara!!! What the hell?? Oh god Tommy, please don't tell me you've been double dipping 🤦🏼‍♀️😒. That is beyond rank if he has. Right, I'm straight off to the next part...

F*ck Buddies

Part 8 ( more here)

Pairing -Modern Thomas Shelby and Reader

Warnings- 18*, swearing, violence, sexual content

Climbing down from the spinning bike, you wiped your face with a towel. Hair dripping with sweat, it felt good to get a work out in. Burn off some calories.

“Keep going everyone, let's start to ease the pressure off now,”

You instructed, taking a sip of your water. Sweeping the towel across your brow. Walking around the class, you caught the eye of Brad. He had asked you out twice last week, which you had politely declined. He was too young for you, and you had something with Tommy?

Didn't you?

“Let’s slow the legs down now, easing off gently. Letting the heart rate return to normal,” Turning the lights in the spinning room back on, you took the class through their stretch routine.

“Thanks Y/n, great class,” people echoed. Sipping your water again, you kept your eye on Brad. He looked like he was about to come over, when Tommy appeared. Winking at you from the doorway, he crossed the room. It had been two days, since you had seen him.

But it felt so much longer.

“Looks like I caught you at just the right time, ey,” he stated, closing the distance between you both.

Wary of him trying to kiss you, in your workplace. You took a step back, mopping your brow again. Feigning hurt, he caught your arm.

“Tommy there’s cameras,” you warned him. “I don’t want the staff to see,”

Swiping your towel, he covered your head. Lips meeting yours, pressing slowly together.

“Behave,” you laughed, hitting him with the towel. “Why have you caught me at the right time?”

Standing inches away, he made no attempt to hide the fact he was staring at your cleavage. Wanting to lick the sweat, dripping in between your breasts.

He’d clearly just finished his workout, t shirt sticking to his chest. “I can help you out, you look like you are all hot and sweaty. My favourite kind of woman. I have just the thing you need,”

Wondering where this was going, you played along.

“What might that be, Mr Shelby?” You asked, proceeding to unplug the music. And return all of the bike seats, to the correct height. You just happened to have your scrunch bum leggings on, your ass would be in his view.

“A shower, my shower… to be precise… is proven to be prescribed for after a workout, ey?” He winked, smacking your ass, as you walked past.

“Your shower? Is more likely to be a sex shower,” you chuckled, walking from the room. Tommy following you like a lost puppy. Heading for the staircase.

“I do own a shower, Thomas,"

Clicking his tongue, he blocked your exit from the stairs. “Nah, won’t work the same. Like I said, I have done my research,"

Shifting from foot to foot, he awaited your response.

"I have another client before I finish, would be after 8?" you explained, with a wry smile.

"I will be waiting, bring your pj's," he winked, with a swift kiss on your cheek.

After work, you went home, packing an overnight bag. Hoping you were doing the right thing. Not getting in too deep, too soon. Choosing some sexy underwear, and a change of clothes, you packed some toiletries. Checking everything was locked, you headed to your car.

Tommy was nervous, as he set the table in his apartment. Hoping you would show up. He couldn't tell with you sometimes. You liked to keep him guessing. But that’s what he liked, the hint of danger.

Was he doing all of this for nothing?

Lighting the candles, he put some champagne on ice. Scrolling through his playlist, to find some music. Had he ever actually done this for a woman before? No… not even when he was married.

No wonder he was twice divorced.

Standing back, he admired his work. Hoping you would like it, hearing his buzzer go. “Hey, come on in, you look beautiful as ever,” he greeted you with a kiss.

Following him through to the apartment, you rolled your eyes. “I’m still in my gym clothes and I stink, like you pointed out… oh wow…” Pausing mid sentence, you noticed the table. Candles lit, flowers, chocolate strawberries, soft music playing.

Holy shit…. Had he done this?

For you?

“Are you expecting company?” You teased, your arms snaking around his neck.

“Yes, she’s just walked in,” he clarified, clearing his throat. “Do you like it? I’ve never … you know done this before?” Looking away, he reached for the glass of fizz, handing it to you.

“Never done what?” You whispered, was this his first romantic gesture? And he had done it for you?

“Like candles and shit,” he frowned, shrugging his shoulders. Taking a small sip of his own drink.

“I like the candles and shit, as you so nicely put it,” Putting your drink down, you wrapped your arms around him. “And I thought you were getting me here, to take advantage. Shower sex, and a Uber home?"

“I’m a gentlemen,” he winked. "You wanna get showered? Or I can run you a bath, I got us some food?" Searching in his fridge, he began to take some garlic and onions out.

When you didn't answer, he turned back around.

"You're going to cook?" you asked, wondering when the last time someone cooked for you was?

"Yes, that's the plan, ey," he laughed, "You bring your toothbrush?" Stalking towards you, he threw you over his shoulder carrying you into the bathroom. Making you squeal with laughter.

"And my teddy bear," you joked, as he put you down. Turning on the shower for you. "I didn't bring other clothes, just something to sleep in,"

"Good," he winked, leaving you to get showered.

You had thought he wanted you to come over, for a quick fuck in the shower. Now here he was with candles, and cooking you a meal. Was this something serious? Is this what people did in a relationship?

When you returned to his kitchen, you were dressed in your nightie. No make up on, hair wet, hanging over your shoulder, But, you had covered yourself with body lotion, and sprayed on some perfume.

"Then it was 3-0," you heard a small voice float through Tommy's phone, while he was cooking. "So we lost, can you come and watch me on Sunday morning, Dad?"

Nodding, Tommy looked back at the screen. You made sure to stay out of the way. "Yeah, I will be there, what time? Yeah, ok, night my boy, love you,"

When he hung up, he turned to look at you. "Charlie, been to play footy," he stated, walking over to you, "Damn you look sexy in this," Bending, he hooked his arms under your legs picking you up.

"Like this?" you giggled, "All natural?"

"All natural, but you always look beautiful," he responded, rubbing his nose against yours before pressing a kiss to your lips. "Hungry? Think we should eat, before you try and take advantage of me, eh?" He teased, putting you down.

After a meal, and a bottle of wine. You were laying entwined on the sofa, listening to music. You laying with your back resting against Tommy's chest, his legs draped over yours. Arms holding you safely.

Just chatting about your days, relaxed in each others company.

"How long have you been divorced?" you asked, wanting to know more about him.

"Which time?" he chuckled darkly, knowing he had to open up to you. Secrets could easily destroy a relationship. "The second time? Ruby was four months old, hadn't been been married a year. Was never gonna work,"

Your fingertips ran up and down his forearms, as he turned to gaze up at him. "Do you just like wedding cake?"

Scoffing, he pressed a kiss to you hair. "No," he answered with a deep sigh.

"Just.... thought I was doing the right thing? Anyway... that's me, two ex wives, two kids,"

"Who's your favourite ex wife?" you laughed, knowing you were irritating him. Squealing with laughter, when he tickled your ribs.

"Hard to pick, they are both fucking hard work. It should just be easy you know, like this, ey?" he stated, "No drama, enjoying each others company, having good sex,"

Turning, you let your fingers brush against his stubble. "Just good?"

"Fucking good," he nodded, eyebrows raised.

You felt like he had really opened up to you. Snuggling back against him, you both fell into a comfortable silence. Letting your eyes fall shut.

Realising you were sleeping, Tommy picked up his phone. No doubt, he would have hundreds of missed calls. There was a message too.

"So that's it? You use me, and now you don't need me anymore?!!!"

Sara..... fuck....

Glancing down at you, he swiftly deleted the message.

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@garrison-girl-08 Finally catching up with this fantastic series! Oh how I've missed that cocky bastard 😍.

So now we know who Tommy was pissed off about seeing 😬. As much as I loved this awkward reaction, what I enjoyed the most was Y/N's comments. Yes girl! I mean this line...“Only we have been together quite a while, it's hard to stay away from each other. I mean the sex...." you sighed, "Wow…Just something else, wouldn't you agree?" 💅. Her reaction was priceless, and I hope she was secretly jealous that she was no longer at the recieving end of Tommy's legendary skills 😉.

"Tommy woke up before you, turning on his side he let his eyes rake over your frame. God, what was wrong with him? He was falling for you. 100%. Fuck... what was he saying?" Eeek!! I'm squealing at the fact he's fallen for her! Who knew he could finally be tamed into a one woman man. I love the fact his feelings have caught him off guard. But there's no denying it now, the man's head over heels for her ❤️.

*😘 chefs kiss, for the following scene 🥵. That definitely Is one hell of a wake up call! “What do I do with this?" he asked, pointing to his cock standing proudly" I always love these little extra lines you add in. It's quintessentially modern Tommy, and I bloody love it 😅!

He really knows how to charm anyone, doesn't he? He had Lottie on his side within seconds 😂. He's clearly making an effort for Y/N, and that includes her friends. You have me eager to read what's in store next for these two. Off to the next part ❤️!

F*ck Buddies

Part 7 ( more here)

Pairing -Modern Thomas Shelby and Reader

Warnings- 18*, swearing, violence, sexual content

Watching a blonde woman sashay towards you, you felt a pang of insecurity. She was beautiful. Her eyes never left Tommy's, but you could see the smirk on her face. Totally ignoring you, like you were invisible. You were glad you had chosen this dress now. You felt glamourous.

"Thomas," she smiled, her forehead not moving at all. Not one wrinkle graced her face. "This is a coincidence,"

"Is it?" Tommy snarled, reaching for his drink, smiling over at you. "Y/n this is Grace, my son's mother. Where's Charlie? Ey?"

"With the babysitter," she snapped at him. Her attention turned toward you, head tilting to the side. Michael Kors bag, Jimmy Choo shoes, well dressed. Another one of Tommy's Fuck Buddies, she thought bitterly. Buying his way around town now, was he?

"Hi Grace, nice to meet you," you answered, staring up at her as she glared at you. Wanting to melt into the chair, the atmosphere between them was tense.

"Yeah," she smiled falsely, "Y/n, that was it? Wasn't it? I struggle to keep up with the names, of Tommy's many women. Must write that one down," she trailed off, laughing at her own joke. "In case we ever meet again,"

Nodding, you scooted closer to Tommy. "You do that, Grace," taking Tommy's hand, you leant against his taut body.

“Only we have been together quite a while, it's hard to stay away from each other. I mean the sex...." you sighed, "Wow…Just something else, wouldn't you agree?"

"Wh.. what?" she stuttered, seeing her friends waving at her. "I ... I have to go,"

Yourself and Tommy were still laughing, when you left the restaurant. “Her face was priceless,” he stated, turning you towards him. “But just know, I would have handled her. I wouldn’t have let her disrespect you,”

“Ok, but I mean… she wasn’t expecting it from me. Was she?” You replied, pulling his hand along the path. “Let’s go and find somewhere to dance,”

“Dance?” He frowned, head shaking. “I don’t do dancing, Y/n. No way,” Laughing, you continued to pull him along. "Y/n, I am serious,"

The next morning, you were tangled up in bed together. At your apartment, after a late night. You dragged Tommy to a few bars, you were more outgoing than he was. He preferred to sit with his whiskey, observing people. You liked to mingle and dance.

He had agreed to one dance, as he stood observing you.

Your body grinding against his, was just too much for him. When he had guided you back to the table, you sat on his knee. Both kissing, like you were the only people in the room. His erection straining against his trousers, had been the end of the night.

He had to take you home, and bury himself inside of you.

Tommy woke up before you, turning on his side he let his eyes rake over your frame. God, what was wrong with him? He was falling for you. 100%. Fuck... what was he saying?

He had fallen for you.

He was hooked, you were like a drug to him. He just couldn't get enough. You brought out a different side of him, a side he had tried to keep buried.

Peeling back the sheet, Tommy let his fingers graze over your leg. Slowly running up and down, travelling to the curve of your breasts. Biting his lip, he scooted down the bed slowly rolling you onto your back.

He just needed to taste you.

Spreading your legs wide, he licked his lips. Taking in the beautiful sight of your pussy. Burying his head in between your thighs, just where he needed to be. Feeling a warm sensation rush through you, your eyes snapped open.

Nerves tingling.

Trying to sit up, Tommy's hands held you still. "Stay there," he growled against your pussy, his voice rumbling against your thigh. Glancing up at you, he blue eyes shone in the morning sunlight.

As he ran his tongue across your clit. Making small circles, immediately gaining a response from you.

"What a wake up, ahhh," you moaned, his lips wrapping around your clit. Sucking gently, your juices coating his lips. It was so damn sexy, reach down you ran your hands through his hair.

"Oh your gonna make me cum, your gonna make me cum," you whined, your breasts rising and falling while you panted.

Tommy swore, he had never seen such a pretty sight. Your body writhing, just begging him to keep going, your pussy so wet and warm.

Blowing against your clit, he made your legs shake again. Body almost convulsing.

"Can you handle more, baby girl?" he winked, palming his erection.

Not giving you chance to answer, he tapped his cock on your clit. Breath coming out in little pants, "Yes... yes I can,"

"Oh I know it, this little pussy, I know every part of her," he licked his lips, burying his head back between your thighs.

Sucking harshly, his morning stubble brushing against your thighs.

It was just too much....

You screamed out, as you came... "Yes Tommy, don't stop, yes, yes, yes," Gripping onto the headboard, your hips involuntarily lifted up.

Tommy not stopping, smiling to himself. He could make you cum, like no other woman.

You were so responsive.

Letting you recover, Tommy climbed up your body. Hovering over you, staring lovingly into your eyes.

“Was that good, baby?"

"So fucking good," you imitated his voice, falling into fits of giggles.

"Babe, you home?" you both heard, springing apart.

It was Lottie's voice, shit. Had you arranged to meet up with her? You all had keys for each others apartments, it was nothing new.

“Y/n? You up?" she called again, flicking the kettle on, before pausing. A mans jacket, and shoes, on the sofa.

Shit... she knew who it was.

Tommy chuckled to himself, as you raced around the room. Looking for a nightie to cover you up. He had just been about, to give you the best fucking of your life. Clearly one of your friends was here.

He knew they had a low opinion of him. He had picked up a vibe, when he had taken you home on Friday.

“What do I do with this?" he asked, pointing to his cock standing proudly.

"Have a cold shower? I will get rid of her," you panicked, "I'm coming," you shouted.

"You just did," Tommy winked, slipping on his pants.

Sticking your tongue out at him, you slipped from the room. Finding Lottie making some coffee, looking up she gave you a knowing grin. Your nightie was on inside out, hair tousled, still with mascara under your eyes.

You knew she hated Tommy, no doubt she would give you a lecture.

"Oh dear, have I interrupted something?" she laughed, "I thought you would be up at 12 o clock? I was hoping to borrow your red heels?" Handing you the coffee, she gave you a quick hug.

"You smell of sex," she called out loudly, no doubt Tommy would have heard. Hitting her arm, you put your fingers on your lips.

Tommy appeared from your room, now with his shirt and trousers on. Hair over his eyes, "What have you kids been up to?" Lottie laughed out loud, flicking the kettle back on.

Please don't make any sarcastic comments, you wished.

"Tommy this is Lottie, my friend, Lottie you've met Tommy before," you made the introductions. Striding over the room, he gave Lottie a hug and a warm smile.

"Nice to meet you again, Lottie," he smiled, coming to stand beside you. His hand entwining in yours, as you both slipped into chairs at your table.

"You too, coffee?" she asked, taking another cup from your cupboard. You silently thanked god, that she was being nice to him. No doubt he felt awkward too.

"Please," Tommy answered.

“We just went to SIAMAIS last night, then Y/n dragged me to some bars, didn't you babe?" Edging closer to you, he squeezed your bum while she was turned.

"SIAMAIS??" she gasped, "How the fuck did you get in there? The waiting list is over a month long!"

Handing him his coffee, she observed the interaction between you both. He was looking at you, with heart eyes.

“Sorry I have a mouth like a sailor," she blushed.

Was he actually serious about you? Lottie wondered... was it fair for you to take on two kids?

"I can get you in, I know the owner, just pick a date," he answered, observing Lottie lighting a cigarette and tapping it into your ash tray. His own craving kicking in, he did the same, offering you one.

But, you shook your head.

"Pick a date!" she gasped, blowing smoke rings up into the air. "Ok, tomorrow night?" Was she testing him?

"Consider it done," he grinned, his arm wrapping around your shoulders.

"And I know I owe you an apology, for the night with Marcus. I was a prick, what can I say the green eyed monster in me came out, ey?" His fingers grazed up and down your bare arm.

Sucking deeply, Lottie considered his words. "Hmm ok, but break her heart and you will feel my full wrath," she warned. Telling her where your heels were, she scooted off into your bedroom. Tommy lifting your chin up, to kiss you deeply.

“Thanks for doing that, it meant a lot to me,” you confessed.

You just prayed you had both turned a corner, and this may be the start of something....

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@zablife aw thank you so much hun ❤️. I'm happy to be back on here reading and writing again ☺️!

I'm thrilled you loved the scene with Johnny Dogs! He was so much fun to write. He brings a lot of humour to the series. I've always enjoyed his and Tommy's close friendship 🥰.

Yep! This isn't her first rodeo 😬. She's been up to this for a while, and thought she finally had it all when Tommy employed her. But as Tommy already crudely put it, she was just a fuck to fill his boredom, and grief for his wife.

Our poor Frances 😩. You're absolutely right though, she had no issue hurting her, so what will she have planned for Mrs shelby 😬? Oooh I love all the questions! But I'll happily keep torturing you with their answers until next week 🤭😈.

Aw thank you Lee. I never feel my smut scenes are very good, so I tend to give them more of a deeper emotional meaning or a completely alternative meaning behind them than them just having sex. Because I just don't feel I pull it off very well. So thank you hun ❤️!

🥰 Lee! You have me grinning from ear to ear. I've cherished your enthusiasm and detailed comments of this series. It's been a very emotional series to write, and you may just be onto something there 😈. Everything is going to come to a crashing end with the final chapter next week 😬! Thank you so much for your reblog and review hun ❤️😘.

MASTERLIST PART FOUR

Unchained Melody (Part Five)

Summary: On the path to mending your fragile marriage, you and Tommy can't bear to stay more than a few moments away from each other. In more ways than one. But as joy and laughter returns to the halls of Arrow House during an evening of ball gowns and tuxedos. The Governess, left scorned and bitter, makes the final arrangements for her deadly plan of revenge.

Warnings: Language, smut (Minors DNI), fluff, postpartum depression, violence, one racial slur, angst

Word count: 5340

Authors note: Thank you for everyone's patience as I took some time away from Tumblr. It's been a while since I have written anything, so I'm a little rusty. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter!

"Tea, Mr...Dogs?" Frances asked, unsure of how to address the burly built man striding though the doors of Arrow House as he removed his green tweed cap from his head. His informal manner never ceasing to stop the head housekeeper from entering a dizzying muddle as she clutched to keep things as one would expect in the grand house she managed.

" Touch of whisky Frances. That'll be grand" he replied, stamping his mud-crusted boots onto the freshly polished floors that had recently been cleaned for the event set to take place that evening as he looked down at his pocket watch. Eight in the morning. Never too early to fire up the old lungs with one of Tommy's finest whiskys. He thought to himself as he looped his thumbs under his suspenders, taking in the grand foyer and all its fineries. He could get accustomed to this.

"Johnny boy!" Tommy greeted loudly to his old friend as he walked down the grand staircase. The smile on his face a pleasant change from the solemn frown that had become customary as of late.

"Nice digs you got 'ere Tom. Any spare rooms going, ey?" He replied with a hearty laugh, shaking your husband's hand with a firm pat on his arm.

" Not enough for your brood, and the dozen you've got scattered across the county, Johnny" Tommy replied with a chuckle, his sudden turn in mood a stark difference from the one he had replaced for the past two years. His humor further set on improving with what he hoped was next to come out of his trusted friend's mouth.

" In good spirits ey, Tommy?" Johnny replied as you made your way down the staircase with William hitched on your waist, babbling a nursery rhyme as he enthusiastically bounced up and down in your arms.

" Something like that..." Tommy's voice trailed off as he turned to face you, adoration and pride beaming lovingly through his eyes at the sight of you both together. Reunited, finally.

As in love as the day he laid eyes on you, Tommy watched as you slowly descended down each step. Recounting the night, you stayed curled up beside him watching the fire he had lit in the living room of your grand home settle into charred blackness as you both fell asleep soundly within each other's arms after having come to blows over what desperately needed to be said.

"...will be made better with what you've got to tell me" he quietly replied, not wanting you to overhear, nor have your settled worries be bogged down once again.

" A cousin up in Scotland" Johnny spoke in a hushed voice as he sent William a wave and a wink your way.

" That's it?" Tommy replied with a furrowed brow, hoping for more information on the woman that had caused nothing but turbulence since her employment, and a shame your husband wanted to be rid of.

" There's been talk, Tom. In the women's wash house", Johnny added, placing a cigarette tightly between his lips, puffing the fumes through the corner of his mouth.

" Gossip Johnny. I need something better than what tattling old women have to say" Tommy replied, taking the pack of cigarettes and lighting his own as he watched the morning rays of sun glisten on your glossy smile, completely unaware of the goings-on and the vicious nature of the woman hired to care for your child.

" Kin to every man in Birmingham. Nothing gets past them, Tom. I'd stake my life on those old women's whispers" he spoke quietly, before turning his back to you and revealing what the nattering of the town had to say about the Governess in a hushed voice as you opened the dining room door and a triumphant smile grew on your husband's lips.

" Now that is interesting, Johnny. Very interesting"

With your mind still plagued with worry, you couldn't help but let the guilt of your lapse in parenting weigh down your thoughts as you sat opposite young William at the large dining table and back in your rightful seat as you awaited your husband. As your hands hovered nervously over your lips, you watched intently as your son took each mouthful of toast, your eyes darting back and forth to the fading red blotches that covered his skin.

" William?" You gasped, your eyes widening as your hand flew across the table to him when a small cough left his buttery mouth.

" He's fine darling" Tommy said as he entered the room, just as you was ready to bolt up and scoop him into your arms to the nearest doctor. " Forgets to chew. Don't you son?" Tommy smiled as his heavy hand brushed along your back, coming to settle on your shoulder.

" Yes..." You replied with a shaky voice looking back at your son, unconvinced of his well-being as your face twisted in worry.

" Hey, look at me Y/N" Tommy said, resting his thumb on your chin, gently turning your head to face him. "He's ok, darling. I promise" He said with raised brows, softly brushing the warmth of your cheek with his calloused hand. Wanting you to be rid of any lingering doubt.

" He's ok" you repeated your husband's comforting words as you settled your hand over his, bringing it down to the table where Tommy quickly intertwined his fingers into yours and you stayed there undisturbed, enjoying the closeness the morning of just the three of you alone brought. That was until the headache that came in the form of a scorned, spiteful woman with her own menacing agenda charged through the dining room.

" Get out" Tommy quickly snapped with a huff. Swiftly laying out the rules of the home he should have done long before your return.

Begrudgingly tolerant of the woman who had thrown a spanner into the sensitivity of his business contacts, his patience had all but evaporated with the learnt information Johnny had shared with him that morning. But with Tommy now holding the upper hand, her wager was in dire jeopardy. The Governesses time left at Arrow House had rapidly descended into hours, if not minutes.

" I need Gerry to take me in the car" she said as she stood at the end of the table, her talons clicking impatiently on the mahogany wood.

" No" Tommy flatly stated as he lifted a cigarette to his mouth, mumbling incoherently his own choice words for her to leave under his breath as he lit a match.

" Tom" you quietly said as you rested your hand on his knee, cooling the rapidly burning fury within him, you knew was dangerously close to boiling over.

For even after her blatant disrespect towards you and the relationship you were trying to rebuild with your family. The last thing you wanted was for your young child's impressionable mind to see his father's anger slip out in front of him over a woman you knew full well was purposely trying to infuriate not only your husband, but you yourself, who had taken back your position she felt now belonged to her. Keep calm and carry on. The British way. And in this situation, the only warranted reaction.

" Taking my family into the city this morning. So..." He shrugged as he glared at her. "Walk" Tommy brushed her off, your intimate touch enough to catch him off guard and stop him from giving her the marching orders she was long overdue right then and there. In turn, sparing you from the outburst he knew she'd unleash and the encounters they had, she would undoubtedly reveal just to hinder your mending heart.

" Perfect. I'm heading that way too" her mouth curled into a smile as her eyes narrowed in on your husband.

" That's fine. Right, Tommy? " you said, squeezing your husband's thigh as your eyes darted to William intently watching his father's changing expression in response to her refusal to keep her distance, and the constant reminder of his lack of loyalty, even in your absence her presence brought.

" Right" Tommy replied clearing his throat, more preoccupied by the feeling of your hand resting soothingly on his leg. Wanting to feel closer to you. Patiently waiting for the moment you would approach him.

A family outing into town with a fourth wheel in tow. The quicker she was gone, the better. Tommy would no longer stand around with such niceties. She would be gone by the end of the day. Kicking and screaming, then so be it. But she'd be gone. He'd promised himself.

" Mr Shelby! Mr Shelby!" The young kitchen aid called out, catching up to Tommy as you headed out the door with William toddling beside you.

" What is it Billy?" Tommy replied with a furrowed brow as he placed his peak cap on his head, motioning for you and William to walk ahead to the Bentley waiting outside.

" I...I need to speak with you" he stammered out, unaccustomed to speaking directly to the head of the house he worked in.

Fair and just. Tommy had never given any member of his staff a reason to fear him. But with the worried glances over his shoulder and his fumbling demeanor, the kitchen boy had not only Tommy's full attention but nagging curiosity as to what had him looking so nervous.

" Billy?" Tommy questioned, his hand firmly resting on his shoulder as he patiently waited for him to speak when the young man's eyes shot across the foyer to the Governess striding through. Her piercing glare enough for him to recoil and quickly apologise for having stopped your husband.

"N..nothing. Sorry to have bothered you sir" he said timidly stepping away as Tommy's head snapped back to the sound of the Governesses heels loudly echoing past him.

" Me, my wife or Frances. No matter the issue Billy, you come to one of us" Tommy said as he watched young Billy's eyes follow the Governess outside. " Understood? Billy?" He added, as the kitchen aid nodded before quickly returning back to the long days' work that awaited him in preparation for the gala of investors Tommy had planned for that evening.

There was no doubt in Tommy's mind that what young Billy had to say was halted by the presence of the Governess. Although determined to get to the bottom of what had occurred. For now his attention lay with you, his family. And the much-needed time he was desperate to spend with you. Just the three of you. At last.

After a short car ride into the city, with the Governess glaring at you with every second that passed, her eyes green with envy as she watched Tommy's thumb brush soothingly over your hand. You were relieved to finally pull up onto Watery Lane, and escape the tension her formidable stare had created.

"I don't think so" Tommy said with a smirk, his hand grasped firmly on the handle of the door to the betting shop, blocking the Governesses unwelcome attempts to follow you and William into the soot-covered terrace house and into the welcome arms of the Shelby family awaiting you. " Times up, love. Pack your bags and be gone by tonight" he said with a look of disgust, dismissing any further conversation with the woman he began to loathe.

" You're forgetting Tommy, that..." She began to seethe, thinking she still had the ultimate ace in her pack of cleverly played cards, before your husband swiftly stopped her in her tracks.

"That what, eh?" Tommy laughed, belittling any superiority she felt she still held over the situation. " You're not as clever as you think you are, sweetheart" Tommy said lighting a cigarette, blowing the fumes in her scorned face as annoyance settled on her perfectly primed brows.

" Been working your way around the whole country, haven't you? Thought you struck gold when you came knocking at my door. Guess you didn't expect my wife to come back though, eh?" Tommy said grabbing her chin, only a mere portion of the information he had learnt from Johnny briefly slipping through his gritted teeth as the Governesses face dropped at her scheming ways being unveiled.

" You'll regret this, Tommy Shelby. You and your precious wife" she spat back as Tommy's grip tightened.

" Get the fuck out of my house. And if you don't, I'll throw you out myself" Tommy snapped as his fingers dug against the bone of her jaw. "Believe me darling, nothing is beneath me. Even when dealing with the fairer sex" he warned her as he pushed her chin away from him out into the cobbled streets in front of his childhood home. Her blatant threats aimed at you enough for Tommy's questionable moral compass to slip even further. If he was going to kill a woman, it would be her. " Stay away from my wife and child" he warned her as he slammed the betting shop door in her face, leaving her fuming with a boiling rage the residents of Watery Lane precariously stayed clear of as they made their way back to their homes.

" What?!" She snapped as two young children hurried past her. Their eyes quickly averting to anything but the reddened-faced woman now marching down the muddied streets in the direction of where her new intentions now lied.

" Still 'ere then?" Esme asked, arms crossed, nose scrunched as she leaned against the shelf the Governess was scanning in the small convenience shop on the corner of the main street of Small Heath. " My John says Tommy's given you your marching orders" Esme said cracking a smile, her and everyone else in the Shelby family having never warmed to the woman that was intent on replacing you in every way.

" With child again, Esme?" the Governess scoffed as she looked down her nose past her hazel features to the swell of her stomach. " Don't your lot ever stop? What's this one? Third, fourth? I can't keep up " she laughed as she returned to the shelf, and it's curious contents.

" My lot. What's that supposed to mean, Gover-ness?" Esme was quick to respond, pushing her way between the shelf and the woman who was hellbent on insulting anyone who bore the name Shelby. Her disdain for the head of the family firmly at the forefront of her thoughts every waking hour of the day.

" There's that famous anger. Gypsies. You're all the same" she insulted, pushing past the blossoming bump and picking up a glass bottle neatly labeled "Rodent Poison", its killing substance, cyanide. Her swift concealment of her intended purchase going unnoticed by Esme, whose face had twisted in offense at the Governesses insulting, cruel words.

" So prim, so proper" your sister-in-law scoffed, as she looked at the neatly dressed woman from head to toe. "But I've heard talk. I know exactly what you are, how low you'll stoop. Governess to the upper class. Now running from a string of angry wives you wanted to replace and the affairs you had with their men" Esme smirked as she watched the Governesses quick wit falter, and her expression change to one of anger at her intentions further being exposed. " Your lot. Homewreckers. Filth" Esme spat with contempt as the Governess stood back, tightly holding the bottle against her body.

" Just this, Mr Higgs" the tall women said as she turned away from the braided beauty, placing the deadly bottle of household poison on the counter and paying. " Goodbye Esme" she smirked, before opening the rickety wooden door, the chime of the bell hovering above it announcing her departure and another step closer she was to playing her next lethal hand.

As the household staff hurried from room to room later that day, finishing off the last of their duties before the guests arrived. You kept yourself busy with worry with what the many invitees would have to say about your sudden reappearance at Arrow house as you prepared yourself for the dreaded evening.

" I can't do this...fuck. I can't do this" you mumbled under your breath as you shook your dressing gown off in front of the large standing mirror in your bedroom.

Stood there behind the dressing screen, your hand traced down your stomach over the faded scars that had turned opaque in the many months that had rolled by. A reminder of the home you kept your son safe, warm within the swell of your stomach. But imperfect, scarred.

Why won't they leave? You sobbed rubbing your flesh red, yearning for the body you had once, the one that captivated your husband's adoration. The one he wouldn't go a day without kissing every inch of. Was he no longer in love with you that way? Was that why he hadn't gotten closer to you? Kissed you? Your mind nattered to you as you turned to pull the sequin gown from its hanger, throwing it on the chair beside you when the door opened and your husband quietly walked in.

"Tommy, is that you?" You called out as you slipped your feet into your laced lingerie.

"Guests are arriving Y/N" he replied as he slowly walked towards the large wooden cabinet, pulling out a set of gold cufflinks. His initials intricately engraved into each one.

" Shit, I'm sorry. Can you help me, with the zip?" You asked, before quickly scrambling for the dress you had launched to the side in your flustered state. " No! Wait! Just...just hold on a second" you all but shouted, quickly pulling the dress over your knees before your husband saw your exposed body.

Coming to a sudden stop, Tommy waited behind the floral painted screen of Gardenias and Ferns, unable to stop his wandering eyes and loose footing from being captured by the soft amber lighting bouncing off the curve of your hip partially covered by the screen. Watching it slowly sway from side to side as you pulled the dress over your body.

Never had he felt so much desire, so much longing to hold you as he silently watched you glide the glittering gown up the edges of your body. The little he could see taking his already labored breath away from him within seconds.

"Y/N, darling?" Tommy said clearing his throat as he stepped back, recomposing himself and the collar of his shirt tightening around the pulsing vein in his neck.

"Ok, you can come" you said as Tommy cocked a brow, a small smile of amusement flashing across his face at your choice of words. Unbeknownst to you how true your statement was close to becoming a reality for him.

" I can't reach, can you just..." You said, gesturing behind your back as your smartly suited husband stood behind you, brushing his thumb down the middle of your back until the small zipper resting over the white lace of your underwear.

" You ok?" Tommy asked, swallowing heavy. Unsure if he was asking himself the very same question as he slowly pulled your dress together.

" Nervous" you smiled timidly to him in the mirror as you smoothed down the front of your gown, your face quickly twisting in uncertainty at your choice of dress.

" I won't leave your side" Tommy said turning you around as your hands came up to straighten his limp tie. " Not once " he said tucking the loose whispers of hair behind your jeweled ordained ears, his body slowly closing the small gap between you both.

" Promise?" You replied lifting your gaze to his hooded eyes staring down at you as you inched closer.

"Promise" he answered bending his head down to capture your ruby lips when a knock on a door and the announcement that all the guests had arrived stole the long awaited moment between you both.

And promise he did. Never once during the entirety of the night did Tommy leave your side as he worked the room and the many guests he had to greet, stealing small glances at you every brief moment he could to gaze at your radiating beauty. Whether it be talking to politicians or men of nobility, Tommy's hand protectively hovered next to yours throughout the evening, discreetly brushing over your fingers as he counted the hours to be finally alone with you again. He couldn't have hoped for a smoother night.

But calm is far from what was taking place behind the scenes of the glitzy evening of flowing ball gowns and filled champagne glasses that adorned the lower level of Arrow House. Far from calm.

With a smile painted on her face and a hop in her step. Your trusted housekeeper for the first time in a long time finally felt the early years of your residence in Arrow House joyfully seeping their way back into the heart of the home through the laughter and music that could be heard downstairs as she made her way up to William's nursery. Hoping he was sleeping as soundly as she had left him. But when she reached the door of your son's room, a reminder of the dark presence that still resided over the stately home could be heard whispering vicious words to the innocent ears of its youngest resident.

" I'll be your new mother soon. Your old mummy's not well, William. She left you, remember?" Don't worry she'll be gone soon" the Governesses voice hushed as she loomed over William's cot as he tossed and turned restlessly in his sleep. "Just you, me and your father, it won't be long now" she added as Frances watched on in horror through the crack of the door, her unfathomable words spilling from her thinly lined lips.

" Get out! Leave!" Frances' voice rose as she hurried to check on young William's well-being. " Mr Shelby ordered you to leave. If you had any sense, you'd go before he learns of the disgusting things I just heard you say"

" Oh Frances. The busy worker bee. Always listening, watching..." she giggled with a quick glare as she sauntered to the open door. " It will all end in heartbreak" she said as she turned around to face your trusted housekeeper and her hand firmly grasped onto the frame of the door, blocking any future attempts to reach your child and seethe her vapid words once again.

" When will you understand... Agness?" she questioned, speaking her name for the first time. Unwilling to use the title of Governess she no longer deserved. " You were but a minor distraction for him as he grieved and cried for the love he still held for his wife. He doesn't want you. Now leave" Frances said as the Governesses smirk dropped and her wicked hatred for anyone daring to get in her way spilled over into fury.

All it took was a blinding second, a swift merciless moment for the Governess to grab hold of the door and slam it shut on Frances' hand, crushing her wrist between the door and its frame.

Muffling her screams with all her might to not wake and frighten the young child in her care. Frances desperately tried to free her hand and the excruciating pain soaring through the snapping of her bones.

" Busy bodies always get their comeuppance, dear Frances " she said letting go of the door before her wrist gave way and broke.

Clutching onto her throbbing hand as she quietly wept. Frances slid down in a heap to the floor as she watched the Governess quietly walk away through her teary vision into the darkened corridor to a Charleston playing loudly downstairs.

"Frances! Frances!" The young kitchen aid caught up to her as she walked through the foyer, quickly grabbing a linen napkin and wrapping it around her limp wrist. " You're hurt" young Billy said, taking her hand as Frances stopped a young maid walking by.

" Go sit with William Ethel. All night. Don't leave his side" Frances ordered as the maid hurried with haste up the winding staircase to the nursery.

" What's going on? Is he Ill? I'll... I'll get Mr Shelby, Mrs Shelby" Billy stuttered as he looked at the terror weighing down your housekeeper's frightened face.

" No Billy. Let them be" she reluctantly replied as she turned to see the both of you dancing the last song of the night together, smiling lovingly at each other as small giggles joyously left your lips at Tommy's quick-footed steps. The happiness beaming off your faces tearing her away from interrupting your rekindling marriage. She would tell you in the morning. She promised herself.

" Frances, there's something I think you should know" Billy said, following her into the bustling kitchen as the staff washed their way through the many plates of canapes that had been eaten and glasses of champagne that had been drunk.

" What is it, Billy?"

As the evening slowly died down, and enough time had been spent in the company of people your husband had little, if any regard for other than their checkbooks. He quietly whisked you off to the small living room of your home to a lit fire and two crystal glasses of champagne waiting for you. Hiding you both away from any further small talk or pressing matters with the turn of a key. Alone, at last.

" Wasn't your finest moment, so I've been told" you laughed after recounting the story his brothers had told you about your poor husband's ghostly face and unsteady feet after hearing you scream bloody murder from down in the foyer he'd been pacing for near ten hours whilst you were in the throes of labor with William.

" Sweetheart.." He stopped, leaning forward to you with a smirk on his face. " You sounded like you were giving birth to the antichrist himself" he laughed, earning him a quick smack across the chest. " I've seen it at the pictures, so I know how that shit ends" he said tipping his glass to you with a cocky smile. The top three buttons of his shirt undone, waistcoat and cufflinks gone. For the first time in two years, Tommy looked relaxed. Happy.

" Yes well, good thing I gave you an angel of a son" you corrected him, taking a sip of your third glass of champagne.

" That you did" Tommy smiled to you. With his eyes glossed over with love, he reached his hand across the feathered cushion to softly rub his thumb across your knuckles. " How did I get so lucky, eh?" He sighed heavily, his eyes scanning across your face, engraving the very moment into his memory. Scared, his happiness would be snatched away from him once again.

" Tom..." You blushed, gazing up at him through your full lashes as a small nagging moment of guilt escaped the corners of your mind for having left him and your son.

" C'mere" he said, quickly simmering your worries as he ushered you closer to him with a tilt of his head, placing his empty glass on the table beside him.

With his breath hot against your lips, Tommy cupped your cheeks, closing the mere millimeters between you both and capturing your mouth in a tender longing kiss.

" Tommy..." You mumbled, quickly feeling the passion rise within you as the embrace intensified with the welcome feeling of your husband's tongue gently stroking against your own.

With a surge of confidence and a need to urgently feel your husband's body intertwined with yours, you pulled yourself up onto his lap as Tommy watched your hurried movements. Refraining himself and his own desperation to flip you onto your back, and bury himself in you.

Why was he just watching you? You thought to yourself as you undid each remaining button of his shirt one by one, a sudden wave of insecurity heating your cheeks as Tommy's hands stayed motionless by his side as his intent stare held still.

Were you rushing things, did you misunderstand his intentions ? Then why did he kiss you like that? Your brain ticked over with questions as he watched you timidly slide the straps of your dress down past your full breasts, sending a wave of desire through him as he scrambled to keep his composure, and let you take control of the pace.

Had he been too restrained? Shit. Did you think he didn't want this? He questioned himself as he watched your eyes fill with uncertainty as your hands hovered over the buckle of his belt.

" Don't stop..." Tommy breathed heavily as you apprehensively slid your hand down his trousers only to recoil with doubt that this was even what he wanted. " Darling please, don't stop..." He said swallowing harshly, his heart rapidly pounding in his chest at the long awaited feel of your touch as he torturously kept himself from taking things quicker. " Fuck" your husband moaned as you wrapped your hand around his stiffened cock, slowly pumping it up and down within your palm.

With your dress bunched up around your stomach, you lined his throbbing length up. Briefly lingering it beneath you, when your husband could no longer withstand the wait and his hands flew up to your waist sinking you down on to him with a gasp as he threw his head back in relief.

" Tommy" You moaned his name as he bucked further into you, his grip securely fastened on your waist.

"Sweetheart, look at me..." Your husband panted holding onto your hips as you rocked back of forth, eyes tightly shut, mouth agape in the highs of pleasure. " Y/N, look at me" he pleaded as he watched you finally open eyes, pulling you forward into a searing embrace before flipping you onto your back and ridding himself of the rest of his clothes

" Tom" you breathlessly whined as he thrusted into you, his hands tracing down the warmth of your body as he pulled at the fabric of dress in his way you was reluctant to be rid of.

" Stop hiding from me Y/N " Tommy said, as you pulled your gown back up, covering the scars your self-conscious thoughts resented as Tommy pulled out and knelt between your legs. " It's ok" he nodded reassuringly, gently moving your stubborn hands away and pulling the remainder of your clothes from your body.

"You kept our son safe" Tommy said, brushing his thumb over the small faded streaks as he watched your eyes well with tears. Hearing your worried thoughts without a single word leaving your lips.

" Hey, shhh" he hushed your fears away as he settled his heavy body down between your legs, his lips pecking their way over the slope of your breasts until capturing your mouth in his. " My wife. My beautiful wife" he said reaching his hand down to his pulsing cock, sighing at the feeling of your warmth enveloping him once again as he urgently entered you. " I love you Y/N" Tommy moaned between each labored breath as he rocked his hips into you, instantly ridding you of any doubt of his remaining feelings for you with three simple words. The sweetest of words you realised you had been waiting to hear to finally feel at peace with your past actions.

" I love you too, Tommy" you breathlessly moaned as you held onto your husband's strong frame as he pulled your legs around his back, wrapping them tightly against him to feel as close, as deep as he could possibly be. At one with you. Making love to you.

As morning came and the sun glistened through the netted curtains. Beams of light cascaded over the woven blanket draped over your tired bodies as you laid soundly asleep on the plush setee you had spent the night passionately making up for the many sleepless hours of darkness you had both endured. But darkness remained, looming feet from you. Creeping in unseen, unheard.

" Soon" The Governess whispered through gritted teeth as her fingers clasped tightly around the blade in her hand, her lust for vengeance close to sabotaging her deadly plan enough for her to find her way into the small haven you had made as she watched you from the door wrapped in a lovers embrace. " Soon..."

PART SIX (The Final) coming soon!

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@zablife eek!! Loved every moment of this steamy read 😍!

I want him, I want him, I WANT HIM 😩! Life is so unfair 😭. This whole scenario is something pulled from my fantasies 😂.

"shucking off his jacket and rolling up his shirt sleeves" You had me at this line already hun! The visual of him rolling up his shirt sleeves and getting to work is just *😘. I'd be playing the damsel in distress no end 😅.

"The memory of him stood protectively behind you earlier, hot breath fanning your neck and body slotted against yours as he helped you pour pints would have suggested otherwise" this made me giggle so much. He thinks he's been subtle, but when Tommy's protective side comes out it's obvious to everyone! How adorable is it he thinks nobody notices this 🥰?

I love the back and forth teasing between them. They both know exactly how to get the other all worked up!

"Y/n? What's taking so long?" Arthur's voice boomed into the quiet space" of course Arthur was the one to interrupt 😂! But I have to say hun, you did not disappoint with Tommy's reaction to hearing his brother as he continued his endeavour 🥵. There's always something so incredibly hot about "keeping quiet" 🔥.

"He couldn't deny he was ready to snap himself, for his torture upon you was also his own" loved this line! Needy Tommy barely able to hold on is too much for me 🥵!

His girl. What a lucky lady, to hear those words! Once again, you delivered with a steamy smutty one shot ❤️. I will never not enjoy how you write this man, you have perfected every aspect of him. Especially in his more heated moments!

Hi was wondering if I could please ask for a smut Tommy request.

Where your the new barmaid of the garrison and during your shift the feelings for needing and wanting tommy grow and he has to make you his .

If that’s something you can write, understand if your super busy can easily wait

You're My Girl

Tommy x barmaid reader

Warnings: 🔞 smut

"Tommy, what are you doing down here?" you asked in surprise as you deposited the heavy crate in your arms.

"Thought you could use some help," he replied, shucking off his jacket and rolling up his shirt sleeves.

"You don't have to do that," you waved him off in gentle protest. "I'm nearly finished."

He lingered for a bit, watching you sweep the hair from your forehead and you smirked as you caught him out of the corner of your eye. "Was there something else?"

"I've been thinking about you all day. Had to come see ya," he admitted, a slight slur to his words from the celebratory drinks he'd consumed.

"I've been upstairs all night," you reminded him with a light-hearted giggle. "You should know, you've been watching that bar like a hawk. If I didn't know better, I'd say you were jealous," you teased with a wag of your finger.

Tommy held your gaze as he closed the distance between you, his smoldering stare silencing you momentarily. You bit your lip as his large palm cupped your cheek, voice rumbling through the dark cellar. "M not jealous," came his soft, yet firm denial.

With a wanton sigh, you leaned your forehead against his, eyes slipping closed now that you could savor a moment alone. The memory of him stood protectively behind you earlier, hot breath fanning your neck and body slotted against yours as he helped you pour pints would have suggested otherwise.

"Everyone knows you're my girl," he declared, grazing a thumb over your cheek.

"Is that so?" you ventured, neither of you having put words to the flirtation that had been building for weeks. In truth you were going mad at the thought of fucking your handsome boss and wondered what might happen if you told him so. Gazing up at him through your lashes, you whispered enticingly, "Say you want me and I'm yours."

"Oh, I do," he promised. "All of you," he hummed, eyes roving your body hungrily.

"Then take me," you whispered against his lips, leaving a tender kiss against his chapped skin.

Your stomach fluttered with anticipation as he studied you, his bright blue irises giving way to the inky blackness of rapidly dilating pupils. "In a crowded pub? Naughty girl," he chided.

Before you could put on a convincing pout, Tommy caught you off guard, leaving you breathless as his fingers ghosted over your throat. "You'll have to be quiet for me," he warned in a dangerously low voice.

"And hide the fact that I'm all yours?" you mischievously challenged with a sultry arch of your brow.

"Unless you want to be interrupted as I do this," he commented nonchalantly, his free hand raising your skirt to your waist and revealing your bottom half to the cool night air. The moment he caught sight of your nakedness, an animalistic groan tore from his throat. "Fuck you look good like this," he rumbled.

Your head tipped back against the shelves, glass clinking quietly as Tommy guided your leg to rest upon his hip. With a warm exhale of breath and the swirl of his tongue along your collarbone, your heart began pounding in desire.

Taking that as his cue to continue, Tommy's thick fingers swept along your dewy folds, collecting your glistening wetness as he felt his own arousal growing by the second. His fingers stretching you open to pleasant fullness, your breathing became shallow and you confessed your growing need. "Please...," you begged in an incoherent mumble as he increased the pressure on your g-spot.

"Please, what?" he asked as though he had no idea the effect he had.

"Fuck me now," you panted as his thumb began circling your swollen bud. He grinned back at you as you arched for him, sending another wave of glasses teetering precariously. You barely noticed as your hand grappled for a hold against the ledge, knocking a bottle of whisky to the floor just as Tommy captured your mouth in a ravenous kiss.

Suddenly the door to the cellar opened and a stream of light shot past your feet, threatening to reveal your compromising position. "Y/n? What's taking so long?" Arthur's voice boomed into the quiet space.

You froze, unable to think of a lie as his footsteps began to thud down the stairs, your heart rate increasing to its rhythm. Suddenly he stopped, eyes following the trail of amber liquid seeping from behind the tall shelves. "What the fuck you doing, eh?"

Then as his eyes began to adjust in the dim light, he caught sight of a familiar jacket. "Is that you, Tom?" he ventured suspiciously.

Your head shot up, eyes darting frantically to Tommy as he hushed you softly. A devilish grin spread across his face as he withdrew his fingers from your pussy and slid them into your mouth, pressing against your tongue gently to silence you. "Y/n needed a bit of help. We're just finishing up," he called over his shoulder.

As the taste of your arousal coated your tongue and Tommy's stubbled cheek pressed kisses into your jawbone, you nearly forgot Arthur's presence. You were momentarily calmed, sucking softly at his digits, but the sound of Arthur's boots scuffing against the floor caused you to gurgle in frightened reply.

Mustache twitching with amusement, Arthur bit his cheek to keep from laughing. Bouncing on the balls of his feet, he attempted a peek at what he was certain was your bare thigh before Tommy's husky voice ordered, "Go back and enjoy the party, brother."

Arthur huffed out a laugh as he smoothed his hair back. "Yeah, alright, but watch the fucking whisky will ya?"

Free to continue your debauchery, the corners of your mouth curled into a wide smile. Tommy's fingers dropped from your lips with a trickle of saliva running down your chin in eager anticipation.

"We'll have to make this quick," Tommy whispered with a wink.

You gave a fierce nod as your fingers flew to his belt buckle, heat growing in your cheeks as your hand found his cock and began stroking him to hardness. He was even bigger than you imagined and a shot of electricity ran down your spine at the thought of having him inside you.

He didn't waste any time allowing you to daydream, however, the reality of the blissful moment you'd anticipated barreling toward you as he turned you to face the wall. His large hand pinned your wrists above your head as he pushed into you with a satisfied grunt, stilling when he'd bottomed out.

Despite your expectation for a quick fuck, he was surprisingly gentle with his first few thrusts, allowing you time to adjust to his size. Your head rolled to the side as he planted kisses between your shoulder blades, sending chills throughout your entire body.

As you shuddered beneath him, he relinquished your hands to roam your body to deliver even more pleasure, deft fingers sliding beneath the bodice of your dress to roll and pinch your sensitive nipples to stiff peaks.

Tommy strained to hear each shaky exhale and whimper from you, feeling the notes of your angelic voice course through his veins until they made his cock throb with need inside your fluttering walls. He enjoyed holding you there as long as he could have you, never wanting to let go.

However, you quickly grew impatient and began to push your ass back against him for more. "Harder," you urged feverishly.

He couldn't deny he was ready to snap himself, for his torture upon you was also his own. Soon his rough hands grasped your hips in a bruising hold. Nails leaving half crescent shaped marks in your delicate flesh, he began pistoning into you with reckless abandon.

Your hands grappled against the cold, concrete wall, bracing yourself as you lost yourself in a haze with each well placed thrust. The spark ignited in your belly only grew as Tommy guided your hand between your legs, murmuring words of encouragement. "Let go for me. Cum on my cock, sweetheart."

Under his spell, you felt your body begin to tense and shake. All promises of silence forgotten, you keened immodestly. "Tommy, Tommy!"

The shameless way you moaned his name sent Tommy over the edge as well, seating himself deep within you to spill his seed. You rode the powerful crest together, a light sheen of sweat coating your bodies in the afterglow.

When his movements stuttered to a halt behind you, Tommy pulled you against his chest in a snug embrace. The muscles of his forearms flexed to hold you up as he relished the last moments within your velvety warmth.

You turned to face him, hair falling over your eyes in disheveled glory. "That was incredible," he pronounced, leaning in for a languid, open mouth kiss.

"So you heard?" you quipped, brushing your nose against his playfully.

"I think all of Small Heath heard ya, love. Not one for rules, are ya?," he chuckled as he broke away from you to retrieve his clothes.

Smoothing your dress back into place, you grew tense at his words. "Does that mean we have to stop?" you ventured anxiously.

Tommy's fingers hovered over the buttons of his trousers, shaking his head softly. "I could listen to that every night," he confided.

"Well, you know where to find me," you concluded, turning away as a blush crept over your cheeks.

"I do," he said, pulling you toward him. "By my side. You're my girl now... announced it yourself," he pointed out with a proud, yet smug look.

You couldn't argue as you'd done exactly that and you held no regrets.

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brummiereader · 4 days

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@zablife Lee 😩, a desperate enamored Tommy is everything a peaky girl could ever wish for 😍.

I absolutely loved your moodboard! It just oozes luxury. And where can I find that engagement ring 😍??

The scene was beautifully set from the very start. "Arms full of flowers and lips overflowing with apologies, he carefully approached the center of the room" I particularly loved this line about Tommy's lips overflowing with apologies as he apprehensively waited for her response. We don't often get to see Tommy in this way, all puppy love. I've completely fallen for this side of him!

"He stuttered out a quiet breath in appreciation of your angelic form in a white satin gown and matching gloves" could he be anymore in love with her 😩? I really enjoyed the peacefulness these sweet lines added to the scenario as he approaches her and takes in the grand room. I get the feeling that he thinks he's almost out of place, and punching weigh above his weight with her ☺️. But that's what makes me love this whole story even more. For once, Tommy's future and what he wants, isn't his decision. He's vunurable.

Her inner turmoil about what her father and mother wants for her made me so nervous for Tommy. You can tell from the start her heart wants him. But with high society families like that, love often comes second to what's best for the family and how they look in their social circle.

"That you like simple daisies most? Or that you're allergic to lavender?" he asked in a pinched voice, a lump growing in his throat at the thought of your hand slipping from his and losing you forever" 😩 Lee! You have me completely swooning over this attentive side of him. His love and desperation for her feels so real! This is the romantic side of Tommy we heard about in canon. We never really got to see it, so thank you for exploring this hidden trait we missed out on.

"Then let's go tell that Nelson bastard to fuck off!" There's the Tommy we all know 😂, tells it how it is! Loved this line and her giggling response. I reckon Tommy would doubly enjoy not only walking hand in hand with her to confront him, but the look on Jacks face when he does 😌.

Loved this hun! Your imagination for different story lines that hold so many hidden emotions of Tommy's, always leave me wanting more. I just love when you delve into the many sides of his character ❤️!

Lovefool

Tommy x gf reader

Summary: An infatuated Tommy finds his gf in a state of confusion, leading him to question her devotion. Will she say she loves him and not another?

Author's Note: Requested by @runnning-outof-time who asked for a story set in the room pictured above. Image credit goes to K for that lovely image in the center of the moodboard!

The soft glow of the fading afternoon sunlight gave an ethereal quality to your family’s drawing room, the pale ivory walls bathed in swaths of peach and gold that welcomed Tommy in despite his late arrival.

Arms full of flowers and lips overflowing with apologies, he carefully approached the center of the room. As he waited to see how you might receive him, his eager blue eyes roved the intricate scrollwork of the plaster moldings which cascaded from the ceiling and walls like clouds come down from heaven.

The high shine of the polished parquet floors reflected the warmth of the sun’s radiance upon your skin, bringing his gaze back to you and the sight left him enchanted. He stuttered out a quiet breath in appreciation of your angelic form in a white satin gown and matching gloves. But as Tommy moved to place a kiss upon your cheek, you shrunk way from him, an unreadable expression crossing your face.

Bringing the bouquet to your nose, you inhaled their rich perfume deeply, a hint of satisfied contentment settling over you. It was not to last. Tommy watched as your mood soon shifted like the wind, your hands relinquishing the colorful blooms moments later to a nearby table.

With an aching dread growing in his chest, he noted the distance between you as you retreated to the semicircular alcove of tall windows. Without so much as a backward glance, you walked into the light, leaving him far behind.

It was not the welcome to which he'd grown accustomed. The evenings of months past were spent intertwined on the sofa as you read from one of your favorite novels, stopping for him to brush the tendrils from your vision so you might continue or share a bit of gossip with him.

An uncharacteristic air of despondency seemed to take hold now as you looked out into the open space before you. Many moments passed in silence, your arms clutched tightly against your body before you finally proclaimed, “You shouldn’t have come tonight, Tom.”

“Why? Are you expecting someone else?” he asked with a half hearted laugh. A harsh gulp followed your silence, afraid to hear the answer.

“As a matter of fact, I am,” you confirmed, pulling back the heavy brocade curtains. Your eyes scanned the front lawn for movement, sensing only the shadows passing over the hedgerow.

As the sun dipped in the sky, a single beam of sunlight graced the ornate marble fountain. The light danced across the rippling water, twinkling back at you in an array of glittering gold and you smiled to yourself as you thought of the magic this particular hour held. In the days after your introduction to Tommy and his love of horses, you would often stroll the grounds near the stables before dinner. However, your joy was quickly stolen by thoughts of what your father had said at breakfast.

Tommy sighed heavily behind you and you glanced over your shoulder to see him slowly approaching.

“Tommy, please, don’t,” you shook your head softly as he began to reach for you.

“What’s wrong, eh?” his tone was gentle, but the concern he held was evident by the crease of his brow as he noted your puffy lower lip, swollen from your incessant biting. He’d come to notice it was a nervous habit of yours, albeit one that made you even more attractive. He would have kissed your ruby red lips if you hadn’t looked so distressed.

“Father says I ought to consider my options for the future. I’m afraid that no longer includes you,” you confessed flatly, afraid you’d lose control of your emotions if you didn’t hold tightly to the facade of well-mannered elegance.

Tommy's jaw clenched involuntarily at the thought of your father's duplicitousness, but also chided himself for being so thoroughly distracted by the mess Michael had made of everyone's finances recently. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he attempted a calming breath before asking, “And what of your mother?”

“Mother says I shouldn’t bother with someone who doesn’t deserve me,” you answered without considering how hurtful your declaration sounded. As soon as the words left your mouth, you recoiled slightly at the harshness. Eyes flicking up toward Tommy’s crestfallen face, you added defensively, “You’ve been away for weeks now with so few calls."

“I see,” Tommy uttered on a low breath. It was true the board meetings and paperwork had taken more of his time than he would have liked. “There were things I had to take care of,” Tommy began to explain before you cut him off.

“Yes, I understand, but that doesn't change the fact that mother says you’re not serious about me," you argued.

Fidgeting with your gloves you admitted that your parents had invited a handsome Bostonian named Jack Nelson to dinner one evening. With their blessing he'd taken you to the pictures and then dancing. Soon he was a regular guest at your parents' home, usurping Tommy's place at the table.

Tommy felt all the air leave the room as he recognized the name of the rival gangster. They'd seen one another two weeks earlier in London and exchanged cryptic remarks about his penchant for blue bloods and aspiration which made perfect sense now.

“You’d consider Jack Nelson’s proposal?” Tommy winced as he recalled the unsettling curl of the man's upper lip when he smirked.

“I don't know, I’m lost in confusion,” you cried, eyes brimming with tears.

Tommy ran a hand through his hair, unable to believe what he’d just heard. Surely you had to know the difference between his love for you and whatever false promises Jack had made.

The sound of tires crunching against the gravel drive signaled an end to your discussion and you quickly dried your tears. Chin raised high, you prepared to take your leave when Tommy reached for your arm.

“Don’t go,” he pleaded.

"But...my parents...they're expecting me" you stuttered, lost in the deep blue pools of his eyes so close to you they now threatened to swallow you.

Tommy's palm caressed your arm, warmth spreading up you like the last ray of sunlight fading from view. You couldn't help leaning into his touch, needing to hear what he would say.

“I'm sorry I wasn't here, but you have to know...I haven’t spent a day without thinking about you,” he confessed, eyes glistening hopefully.

A single tear cascaded down your cheek at his admission, savoring the words you'd longed to hear even though you knew they came too late.

Tommy's heart clenched in his chest at the sight of it, silently willing you to listen a moment longer. "Does he know?"

"Know what?" you whispered.

"Oh, Tommy..." you sighed, realizing he'd recognized your habit of pressing the delicate white flowers into your books when he brought them to you and how you sneezed when you'd passed the rows of purple blooms your mother planted in the garden. "I...I don't think anyone ever thought to notice," you admitted sadly. Your comfort had never been a priority to anyone before.

Tommy brought you in close to his body, stroking your back gently as he spoke. "You're the most precious thing to me in this world. How could I not have noticed?"

With that you began to weep openly and he embraced you tightly, his lips meeting yours in a passionate kiss.

"Everything's going to be fine, darling. I'll speak with your father and make things right. I love you," he swore to you with such earnestness you didn't doubt him for a moment.

“I love you too, Tommy,” you answered breathlessly.

Wiping your tears away with pad of his thumb, Tommy's grin widened and his eyes twinkled with mischief as he added, "Then let's go tell that Nelson bastard to fuck off!"

"Yes, let's!" you agreed with a giggle. And you exited the drawing room hand in hand.

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15 Questions for 15 Friends

@zablife and @runnning-outof-time thank you for the tag ❤️!

Are you named after anyone? Nope

When was the last time you cried? Today ☹️

Do you have kids? Yes, I have a 3 year old little girl 🥰

What sports do you play /have you played? Does tap dancing count? I drove my family mad, clacking about in my little black shoes 🤭

Do you use sarcasm? Yes, but I don't think I'm very good at it. People give me some odd looks after 😂

What's your eye color? Blue

Scary movies or happy endings? Can I not have a scary movie that ends with a "happy ending" 😈?

Any talents? @zabife Lee, yours cracked me up 🤣! But that's a no for me. I'm completely talentless 😩.

Where were you born? The UK

What are your hobbies? Doing up old furniture, collecting antiques (specifically jewellery), writing and drawing

Do you have any pets? No, not anymore

How tall are you? 5'7

Favorite subject in school? History and home economics

Dream job? Working in Sotheby's or a really expensive Jewellers

No pressure tag: @peakyltd @call-sign-shark @garrison-girl-08

15 Questions for 15 Friends

Tagged by @jomarch-wannabe , thank you so much for the tag, darling🤍

Are you named after anyone?

Nope, luckily

When was the last time you cried?

Two/three days ago?? I honestly don’t remember

Do you have kids?

Does my dog count?

What sports do you play /have you played?

Dance, more precisely ballet and contemporary, and a bit of modern. But I’ve also tried other styles over the years

Do you use sarcasm?

Not really, I prefer irony

What's the first thing you notice about people?

Their “vibes”

What's your eye color?

Brown

Scary movies or happy endings?

I like both, but it depends on my mood

Any talents?

Nope I have to work hard

Where were you born?

Italy

What are your hobbies?

Dancing, cooking, writing and reading

Do you have any pets?

Yes, a dog - a little shit that I love with all my heart

How tall are you?

1.70m, I’d REALLY like to be shorter tho

Favorite subject in school?

English

Dream job?

If money didn’t matter, a writer or a translator

No pressure tags: @call-sign-shark @zablife @runnning-outof-time @emotionalcadaver @evita-shelby @justrainandcoffee @cillmequick @lunarubra @rysko and whoever wants to do this

#tag games

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brummiereader · 6 days

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Thank you so much hun ❤️. It's good to be back! She's definitely concocting something up 😬. What will Tommy do? And will he be able to stop it? Next chapter is the last, so we will all find out soon! Thank you so much for your comment and reblog ❤️ 😘.