Tongue Tied
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Tags / cw: EXTREMELY suggestive, oral fixation, fingers in mouth, tongue piercing, piercer!Ellie, choking, finger sucking, Ellie is kinda pervy?? WE USE CELSIUS GUYS. 19 CELSIUS!!!
The leather seat felt clammy below you, despite the gentle faux breeze coming from the air conditioning. Beside you, the small tray of sterile equipment, reminding you of why you were here in the first place.
You shivered. Fuck, who sets the AC at 19 degrees? Wrapping your arms around yourself, you began to regret the choice of wearing a tank top despite the weather outside. Outside, where youâd much rather be - where there wasnât a room colder than the arctic, or a bunch of needles about to be stuck in you, or a stupid fucking leather seat digging right in-
âCold? I can turn it up, if you want.â
Ellie Williams. The most popular piercer in the area. Either from her looks or her talent, you couldnât tell - but it was probably both. Arms crossed as she leaned against the door, and a small, amused smirk on her face as she watched your antics.
âUm, no, itâs fine.â You said shakily - or shyly, rather - smiling through your chattering teeth after you found where the voice came from. You spontaneity was probably enough of an inconvenience, booking an appointment late at night where it was the only time Ellie could fit you in - so it would have been rude to make her wait any longer than necessary to get the piercing done and lock up.
âIâm Ellie, by the way.â She called out, before making a beeline from the doorway to the small station at the end of the room, keeping her head down the entire time. You hummed in response, just barely suppressing the âI knowâ on the tip of your tongue, as she rubbed some of the sanitiser in and put the gloves on. Then, Ellie paused her movements, back still turned away from you as she raised her head.
âAlthoughâŠ.â You held your breath. You could feel the smirk on her faced despite not being able to see it.
ââŠIâm guessing you knew that already, Jesse told me some pretty girl wanted me âspecificallyâ, to pierce her todayâŠâ
âWhat?â You stuttered out, mentally blaming it on the chill, and not your lack thereof. This time, Ellie snickered, shaking her head softly as she turned around heading towards you.
âSo, you gonna stick your tongue out for me?â Grin still on her face, she watched as you sputtered out a reply while she haphazardly grabbed the forceps off the equipment tray.
âW-what?â
âYouâre here for a tongue piercing, arenât you?â
âŠThat sly little shit
You could only nod, too taken aback to do much else. The most you expected here was to get a damn good piercing from a really hot girl, what Ellie was doing to you was not planned in your little outing.
âYeah? So open up, hon. Gotta mark where you want it.â
Now Ellie knew that she didnât need to mark anything - she was so used to doing this that she could just eyeball it and still be accurate. But, she thought, being able to cup your face, while you oh so obediently stuck your tongue out for her, as she just slipped her thumb ever so slightly into your mouth under the guise of keeping you still, would make up for the extra labour.
Your mouth was warm. Even through the black latex she wore. Ellie could almost imagine how soft it would feel sucking her dick, how delicate youâd be while kissing along the silicone. Fuck, sheâd moan out loud if she wasnât careful - all from the pad of her thumb resting on your tongue. And the way it twitched and made a swallowing motion as the bitter taste of the marker hit your throat really didnât help.
âHahâŠâ You made a small noise at the prolonged moment. Surely the marker didnât need this long to deposit a tiny dot pigment?
Ellie quickly snapped out of it, ripping her gaze from your mouth to your eyes. Right, she was still piercing you today, nothing else. And the taste of the marker probably wasnât pleasant enough to be placed there for so longâŠ
âUh- so, âm gonna get the needle now.â She stuttered out, before making a joke.
âLast chance to back outâŠ..or tell me if youâre squeamishâŠ.â
Fuck, the needle was kinda of big. Like, really big. Was it really meant to be that big? For a moment you hesitated, wanting to back out of this all and go home. But then you looked at Ellie, holding the forceps in once hand, reaching to grab the needle with the other, and you really wondered if backing out and embarrassing yourself in front of Ellie Williams - because of a fucking needle - was worth it. It would be over quick, right?
âUm, no- I mean-â you coughed.
âNo, not squeamish, so, yeah, âm readyâŠâ
âYeah? Just uh, take a deep breath, ân stick your tongue out when youâre ready.â
You closed your eyes, and took a deep breath. In through your nose, out through your mouth, and stuck out your tongue - just like Ellie said. For a moment, you flinched, feeling the cold press of the forceps clamping on your tongue, before you concluded that keeping your eyes open would lessen the surprises. In front of you was Ellie, although a lot closer than before. And this time, with the needle in her hand, facing you.
She nodded, for approval. And you could only look at her with wide enough eyes that you hoped conveyed your consent, before she slowly, and gently, put the needle through.
Now, if Ellie hadnât been on the clock, if there werenât a couple people at the register or a possible camera somewhere in the room, Ellie would have fucked you. She would have shoved the damn piercing in and shove you flat on the seat and she would have fucked you so hard youâd be numb the day after. But Ellie couldnât.
Fuck, she wanted to, but she couldnât. Because no matter how fucking hot you were, or how cute you looked staring so trustingly up at her with your cute fucking eyes while she shoved a needle in your mouth, or how your small breathy whine of pain when it went through made Ellie soak herself-
âI uh- âm gonna put the piercing through now. Itâs gonna feel a bit pinchy for a second.â
She didnât know if you wanted her back.
You scrunched your eyes a little, as the piercing went through, but discomfort finally turned into relief as you could finally put your tongue back in your mouth. Then it went quiet for a bit, the both of you not really knowing what to do next. Which was weird, because wasnât Ellie used to doing this?
âCan I um, take a look?â
She stared at you, for a moment, almost like she was in thought, before nodding and reaching for the mirror and handing it to you. You held it up and stuck your tongue out once again. And, to your happiness, it looked really fucking good.
There was a chance you got a little too happy, however, as you smiled openly and started to almost flick your tongue about, looking at it from every angle imaginable. And maybe if you paid less attention to your new modification, and more on Ellie, youâd notice her focused stare on you. Well, your tongue, more like.
Youâd have noticed her furrowed brows, deep in thought, her own mouth slightly open at the sight, and her fists clenching and unclenching, too. But you didnât.
What you did notice, though, was her ripping the mirror out of your hands. Like an epiphany came to her about your piercing. She threw it on the table, making a loud clanging noise, before cupping your face with her hands on each side. She stayed like that for a while, staring at your now closed mouth and so close that you could feel her breath fanning on your face. And it took about five seconds before Ellieâs eyes widened and she realised how fucking weird she was being.
âUh- fuck-â she began, almost like she was breathless. Her eyes flitted around the room and she shifted on her feet, until she could figure out what to say.
âYour piercing.â
âMyâŠ..piercing?â
âItâs crooked. Might be the backing but uh- I need to fix it.â
You raised a brow. Wasnât Ellie mean to be a really good piercer? Maybe it was the piercing itself or something, you thought, as you nodded closely and opened your mouth. Slowly, you felt her right hand trail from your cheek to your lips, thumb pulling slightly on the bottom one before slipping her index into your mouth.
Shit, Ellie missed it so much. Albeit, it had probably been three minutes since she last had her fingers in your mouth, but it felt so good. Like they belonged there. She wondered how long she could keep this up, before you noticed what she was doing. She was almost worried youâd find out and get mad at her. But then she felt your tongue swishing along her index, and then she slipped her middle finger in too. And then, Ellie stopped giving a fuck.
And you couldnât help but rest your cheek on the lasting hand on the side of your face, almost nestling into it as subtly as possible. Part of you knew this was unprofessional, that there were better ways to go about a fucked up piercing. But another part of you couldnât help but like what Ellie was doing. And you couldnât help but suck.
Ellie choked out a moan. She covered it up though, by talking.
âYou need to stop moving. Here, let me just-â
âEllie-â
âShhh, donât move.â She spoke so tenderly, almost whispering to you as her thumb stroked your cheek. Maybe it was the soft dominance she was extruding, or maybe it was because of how desperately fucking wet you already were. Either way, you listened.
You stayed still, as you felt the hand cupping you cheek slip down your jaw, and find its place on your throat. And you stayed still, as you felt her hand close around it and squeeze on either side.
âCan you stay still now, baby?â God, that made you feel fuzzy. That and the now limited blood circulation coming to your brain. Fuck, you never realised choking felt this good.
Ellie watched you, as your eyes drooped voluntarily, as drool started to slip out of your mouth while you were still sucking on her fingers. How you whimpered as her hold on your throat tightened - how your thighs rubbed together as she did that.
And you watched Ellie, through your hazy, droopy eyes, as her breathy pants got deeper, as she leaned even closer to you as her grip tightened, and as her eyes searched yours for some sort of response to a question she didnât ask - but you knew she wanted the answer to. You sucked even harder. You let your tongue run along the ridged and bumps the gloves made on her finger. You swallowed so hard that her hand on your throat moved along in tandem.
âShit- you- ohmygod-â Ellieâs eyes rolled to the back of her head and she whined. She was pleading you at this point.
And you nodded.
âŠFuck it.
âYou wanna fuck?â She mumbled breathily, taking a long, condescending glance at your body - the state of your body - and then another at the lock on the door. Running a hand through her hair, Ellie took a deep breath, before letting out a loose chuckle.
âGod- sâis so fuckin stupidâŠâ She ran her tongue along her teeth, scoffing at how eagerly, how desperately you looked at her. And this time, she answered her own question for you.
ââŠ..Yeah, letâs fuck.â
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'you still listen to music from 10 years ago �' bitch if prehistoric humans had audio recording technology id be sat up here listening to grog and unga bunga's greatest hits don't play with me
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Silence - Chapter 57
Pairing = Thomas Shelby x OC
Summary = The Long Awaited Wedding Day
Warnings = Language...Grammar...Death mentioned....violence implied...fluff...cute moments...wedding...alcohol
Word Count = 3,787
Note =Firstly, I am sorry for the wait. I am honestly considering ending this story here and there abouts because I feel I am not giving it the love and attention I have in the past and I know you are all frustrated waiting for updates or at least the scattered updates can be annoying and I get that and apologise. I do hope if you are reading this that you enjoy it and thank you so much for sticking with me. Love you all đ
Always please give love to @forgottenpeakywriter aka Selene Shelby for the artwork for this chapter. She made this month's ago and I finally get to use it.
Standing in my former bedroom in my parentsâ home wearing a wedding dress felt surreal. It was truly happening. I was getting married. But it was so much more different than I could have ever imagined. I was now a mother, to the most perfect little angel. The relationship with my parents was much better than it was four years previous and my best friend, my true best friend was dead. My brother James Adler. But I knew he was beside me today. He wouldnât let me go through this day on my own.Â
I could just imagine his words now, âI canât believe you fell for Thomas Shelby when I told you not to. And now you are marrying him?â. I can imagine him chuckling in my ear as he fixed the lapels of the suit he would wear to my wedding. He would talk me through my nerves for the day, assuring me everything was going to be okay.
Before he died he knew Tommy made me happy. Anyone could see how happy that man made me. Iâd happily shout it from the rooftops if I wasnât afraid of heights. I had truly and utterly fallen in love with that Peaky Blinder Devil, Thomas Shelby and I didn't see that changing anytime soon.Â
Looking in the mirror I brushed down the beautiful lace of my dress. I was ready, all I had to do was wait for one of Tommyâs men to take me to the location. I didnât know where the wedding was, Tommy wouldn't tell me. He kept everything about this wedding hush-hush.Â
I didn't know if this was because he thought I might change my mind and say no or if it was just his need to have control after what happened at the Derby when he nearly lost his life. Either way, I was happy to let him take the lead, I was kept busy with our daughter.Â
I walked down the stairs, my father looked handsome dressed in a beautiful hand-tailored suit he had created himself for the wedding, while my mother wore a beautiful blush pink dress. She was making tea, ushering a small piece of bread towards me, wanting me to eat it. But I shook my head. My nerves were too much, I couldnât eat a thing.Â
âButterfliesâ I shake my head holding my stomach. I look down at my daughter's bassinet. She was sleeping soundly, small coos coming from her pink lips every so often. She was honestly the most beautiful little girl I ever laid my eyes on. I could stare at her all day and never get bored.Â
âBâŠbâŠbeautifulâ My father tried to speak, walking over to me and placing a comforting hand on my shoulder. A proud look in his eyes as we looked at each other. He gave my shoulder a gentle squeeze as he nodded.Â
Today was a big day for all of us. For my parents, it was the day they officially loose their daughter to a man. For me, it was the day I married the love of my life. The father of my child. Today was the day our families joined together and become one.Â
After a moment of silence, a loud bang was heard at the door followed by a loud voice walking into my parentsâ home. I looked around at the front door to see John walking into the living room.Â
âAlrighâ Ana ready to get hitched?â John grinned, nodding at my parents in acknowledgement. âWell shit, don't you look beautiful. Like an angelâÂ
âThank you, Johnâ I whispered. The butterflies had exploded from my stomach and were working their way through my body. I could feel tingling sensations in my arms, it was like electricity in my fingertips.
âNervous? Aye, big commitment this â John nodded reaching into his jacket pocket and pulling out a flask. âWant some? Might settle the nervesâ He chuckled with that cheeky grin of his, blue eyes shining with mischief.Â
âIâll passâ I chuckled âHow is Tommy?â I asked biting my lip as I played with my fingers nervously.Â
John licked his lips as he debated how to answer the question. âTommy is Tommyâ John chuckled. âHe seems cool, and in control but he is probably a nervous wreck under that stony face that you seem to love." John joked, licking his lips. "Youâre a special girl to him Ana. Iâve never seen him like this over a womanâÂ
âReally?â I asked a small smile pulling at my lips.Â
âWell no actually, there is one other girl he acts all goofy forâŠâ John trailed off that cheeky grin of his growing. âAnd it is my perfect little niece sleeping all precious in that cotâ He spoke looking over at Roselle. âI still canât believe Tommy helped create something so innocent and pureâÂ
âTommy is a good man, John, you know thatâ I smiled walking over and placing my hand on his shoulder as we stared at my sleeping daughter. âYou all areâÂ
John pursed his lips before nodding his head. âMaybeâ He sighed before rubbing his hands together âAlright we gotta move, cars out front Iâm driving, Mr and Mrs Adler you can ride in the back with Roselle, Ana in front with me."
******Â
The drive felt like it took forever but when I looked at the clock it had only taken twenty minutes. John had driven us to an open field that usually lay empty, only today it was filled with different, brightly coloured vardos and several people. They were all around small campfires. There were people I didnât recognise and a few I did.Â
In the middle of all the vardos and people was a walkway, lined with candles and flower petals. At the end of the walkway was an arch, a beautiful arch filled with flowers of all different colours. Haybales lined each side I assumed for our guests to sit. I slowly exited the car in my wedding dress admiring the view, my parents got out behind me with my daughter. I noticed that she was awake and decided I wanted to hold her to help settle my nerves.Â
I looked up at my mother and father who both nodded proudly. It was evident on their faces that they to appreciate Tommyâs efforts to make the venue beautiful. In the distance I saw, Arthur, Ada and Polly. They seemed to laughing and enjoying themselves, each one looking beautiful and dressed up for the occasion.Â
It was only a matter of minutes now till we became family, officially.Â
John whistled rather loudly drawing the attention of some of the men who in turned to alert the others. It was rather amusing to watch, as each man whistled to the next signalling my arrival, the guests all seemed to make their way towards the haybales to take a seat.Â
When word had reached Polly she quickly walked in our direction, a surprised look on her face as she eyed me from head to toe. âAna my dear Iâve never seen you look so beautiful. This dress is so youâ Polly grinned the seconds she reached me. âMy grand niece is awake I see, excited for the big dayâ She cooed stroking Roselleâs cheek.Â
âPolly this place, how did you all get a field to look so, wonderful?â I asked softly. This setting was much better than I could ever imagine. It was better than a stuffy church wedding I always dreamt of, it simply surpassed it in every level possible.Â
âTommy, the boy has an exquisite vision when given the chanceâ Polly smiled âAlright almost show time, let me take the little lady, your mother can follow me and we shall see you at the other side Mrs Shelbyâ Polly smiled taking my daughter from my hands and walking with my mother to seat down.Â
âYou feeling good Mr Adler?â John asked offering him a sip of his flask which my father happily accepted. âAlmost showtime, whenever the band starts playing just walk down the middle, Tommy will see you at the bottomâ John winked, taking back his flask and going to stand next to Arthur.Â
I bit my lip realising that John, Arthur and Finn were acting as groomsmen for Tommy and I had no one representing me. In that moment of weakness, I realised I probably should have spent more time making friends and trying to have a life outside of Tommy and even Roselle.Â
My father gently stroked my arm offering me a small smile as he rubbed my upper arm carefully. Before I could open my mouth to speak we were joined by Esme, Ada and Lizzie.Â
âYou didnât think weâd let you enter into this lion's den alone did youâ Esme smiled sending me a wink.Â
âYou may not have chosen us to be your friends but we sure as hell are your familyâ Ada nodded.
âYouâll need all the support you can get marrying Tommy Ana. But there is no better woman for itâ Lizzie smiled offering me a hug which I gladly accepted.Â
My heart felt like it was about to burst out of my chest at the overwhelming support of these girls. Adaâs words in particular stayed with me, of course, these women were my family. We had been through so much over the past few years how could I have not thought of them as friends? I did have people outside of Tommy and Roselle, yes Tommy may have introduced us but our bond was much deeper than that now.Â
Hearing music, the girls squealed in delight, making a show as they walked down the walkway John had pointed out earlier. When Lizzie finally moved aside I saw Tommy, he was standing at the other side his face stoic where he stood. His hands were clasped together in front of him, he was wearing a beautiful navy blue suit that just made his eyes pop. He had a beautiful white flower on the lapel of his suit, letting everyone know he was the groom.Â
âRâŠreadyâ My father grimaced slightly in pain but smiled through it as he offered me his arm. I gladly took it feeling the butterflies float all over my body, images of falling entered my head so I gripped tightly onto his upper arm. We started to slowly walk down the pathway, I tried to keep my head up, and shoulders back and reach Tommy without falling and making a fool of myself. With each step I took I felt like it was lasting forever, the walkway seemed to be growing instead of shrinking. Would I ever make it to the end?Â
I was so consumed with my thoughts that it was only when my father placed my hands in Tommyâs did the panic, stop. I instantly recognised his touch and I felt relief. The weight had been lifted and everything seemed right in the world. I look up at him smiling brightly as he gazed into my eyes, a small smile tugged on the corner of his lips.Â
âYou look beautifulâ He smiled, reaching up and cupping the side of my cheek and jaw softly in his hands. His thumb gently stroked along my cheekbone.Â
âAnd you look so handsome, I love the navy on youâ I smiled a bright toothy smile as we looked into each otherâs eyes.Â
The moment was broken by Johnny's dogs clearing his throat. I glanced at him briefly before turning to Tommy, he was officiating the wedding? I asked with my eyes causing Tommy to chuckle.Â
âHe knows what heâs doing, he blessed John and Esmeâsâ wedding I thought he could do ours tooâ Tommy grinned, sending a quick wink as he positioned us in the middle of everyoneâs eyeline. Front and centre where the bride and groom should be.Â
âAlrigh letâs get this wedding going before Tommy holds it off any longer eh?â Johnny Dogs spoke rather loud so everyone could hear. His statement made the guests chuckle in amusement. A small dig at Tommy for the length of time he waited before finally allowing us to wed.Â
*****Â
The wedding ceremony went off without incident, something I was grateful for considering who I was marrying and the gang I was marrying into. It seemed that everything was finally at peace. Major Campbell was gone along with all our problems, at least that's what it felt like. As far as I was aware we could now have a normal life.Â
Tommy could continue his work with the factories and betting shop, yes he fixed races but he had police officers on his side it wasnât something he would be arrested for now Campbell was dead. They would continue looking in the opposite direction.Â
I hadnât had any more threats of incidents with the Italians and Tommy seemed to be caught up with planning this wedding and keeping his business operating in both Birmingham and London to even consider going after them. Things were finally, as normal as they could be.Â
After saying our vows and having a few pictures taken, the party had truly begun. The Shelby family, along with my own and our friends were celebrating our union. Whiskey, rum, beer and gin were all flowing. Where Johnny Dogs once stood was now a giant bonfire where people danced around.Â
Tommy had invited most of the people from Small Heath allowing them to celebrate with us, showing he was still a man of his people. Each guest had brought food for everyone to share, members of the Lee family that Tommy invited brought meat that they cooked on the open bonfire.Â
I took a moment to feed my daughter away from the madness that occurred after our ceremony. It wasnât that I didnât like it I loved it I just needed a moment to breathe and relax. A moment to digest everything that has happened today. I was finally Mrs Shelby.Â
Mrs Thomas Shelby that was a lot to digest. I was now a wife.Â
I sat humming softly to my daughter as she ate from my breast. It was hard manoeuvring myself from the dress while holding a small baby but I managed it. Lost in my thoughts I felt a presence sitting down next to me. I looked over finding my mother, a small smile on her face as she gently stoked Roselleâs head as she ate.Â
We sat in silence for what felt like forever. The sound of my wedding was in the background, I could hear Tommy shouting at his brothers and his men that there would be no fighting at his wedding. He knew I didnât like violence. There was still a part of me haunted by the time Tommy was being beaten to a pulp thanks to Sabini and his men all those years ago. It was one of the scariest experiences of my life, I truly thought I was going to lose him.Â
After feeding my daughter, I looked over at my mother. âWould you like to nurse the wind from her?â I asked softly to which she nodded, taking the infant from me and rubbing her back as I got my wedding dress back on. âSheâs getting so big already isnât she?â I smiled with a small laugh.Â
My mother nodded, she was happy that was the main emotion but there was also sadness in her eyes. âJames would have loved to be hereâ She spoke.Â
It took me a moment to realise that actual words had left my mother's lips. My eyes widened and I sat in shock I couldnât believe it. I looked down at her as she nursed my daughter, feeling the need to pinch myself. I hadnât heard my mother's voice since her attack almost a year ago.Â
âMother IâŠâÂ
âI know I wasnât fair on you or James for that I can only apologise.â She whispered, tears falling from her eyes. âI said and did things I am not proud of. I tried to force my beliefs, and my ways onto you and I can see now that it was wrong. What your father and I did was wrong.âÂ
I remain quiet when she brings up the arrangement she and my father made with the Italians all those years before.Â
âYou have a good man now who will protect you from the mistakes your father and I made. We canât apologise enough because it will never be enough but we will do everything we can to make it right.â She continued, saying the most I think she has ever spoken to me throughout my life. âI want to thank you for letting us be involved in Roselle's lifeâÂ
âOf course, she needs to know her grandparents, youâre the only set she hasâ I whispered feeling emotional at this conversation. It was a lot to process, there were apologies, truth and the fact it was the first time she had spoken since the attack. It felt like a lot to handle.Â
âGo now and get something to eat. You must be starvingâ She spoke holding my daughter tight against her chest. âShe is just so precious, Iâll keep her safeâÂ
I nodded leaning in to hug my mother âDespite the past, I still love you very muchâ I whispered in her ear before going to get myself something to eat. Due to my nerves all morning I didnât eat and now the main event was over, I was starving.Â
When I rejoined the wedding, I looked around finding Tommy laughing with his brothers as they drank their sacred whiskey. His tie was undone and his suit jacket was long gone. He looked so comfortable, so relaxed. I couldnât help but admire him, for the first time in a long time, it seemed like his mind was at ease.Â
There was no planning, no next steps. At least thatâs how he presented.Â
I got myself a plate of food when I felt his arms wrap around my waist from behind, his face buried into my neck. He placed soft kisses along the back of my neck, his teeth nibbling every so often. Â
âI am a lucky ass man ehâ Tommy chuckled into my neck.Â
âI feel the same way Tommyâ I smiled leaning into his arms, simply enjoying his strong embrace.Â
âWhereâs Rosie?â He asked going back to nibbling along my neck and shoulder.Â
âMy mother has her and TommyâŠâ I spoke turning around to face him and putting my plate of food down. âShe spoke to meâÂ
âWho Rosie?â Tommy asked confused. I could tell he had a lot more than a few glasses of whiskey to drink if he was slow to catch on to who I meant.Â
âNo my motherâ I chuckled âAre you a little drunk Mr Shelby?â I teased running my hands up and down his chest.Â
âOnly slightlyâ He chuckled holding me close, hands on my hips âYour mother spoke to you, words? Not hand gestures?âÂ
âActually words Tommyâ I nodded.Â
âThatâsâŠwhat did she say love? She didnât upset you?â Tommy asked and I shook my head, explaining to Tommy the entire nature of our conversation. âBut you're happy?âÂ
âIâm happyâ I nodded, I loved that Tommy cared. He just wanted to make sure that I was okay, that nothing upset me today of all days. I loved his protective nature. He was truly everything to me.Â
As Tommy and I spoke, my mother returned Roselle as she and my father were going home for the evening, a peaky blinder would be taking them home and staying with them for protection as usual. Just because things were quiet didnât mean that Tommy let up on the security.Â
âHow do you feel about making a few more like her huh? Iâm sure Polly will take her tonight for a few hoursâŠwe could make another and another and anotherâŠâÂ
âEasy Mr Shelbyâ I giggled at him, biting my lip. I loved this side of Tommy. The happy, carefree Tommy who smiled and was happy.Â
âAh, now Mrs Shelby you canât deny a man, a groom his wedding night with the most beautiful bride in the world.â Tommy grinned leaning in close, cupping my face with his larger hand. âYou canât deny me, my wife, you are mine now⊠my propertyâÂ
âGod Tommy when you talk like that you make it hard to resistâÂ
âThatâs the point my loveâ Tommy grinned leaning in to kiss my lips carefully. âLetâs find Polly so I can take my wife in the way she deserves. You got it?âÂ
âI got itâ I grinned. I felt so happy, so free. I couldnât remember the last time I had felt like I was in heaven. On cloud nine. This night couldnât have been more perfect if I had tried to make it so.Â
Tommy had called Polly over passing over our daughter before tugging on my hand towards a vardo that sat far from the wedding. âWe will still be close if she needs us my love but I need to make you mine tonight Mrs Shelby.âÂ
âIâm ready to be yours for the first time as your wife Tommyâ I smiled leaning in to kiss his lips. "I canât waitâÂ
As Tommy and I walked towards Vardo, we were cut off by Finn running past us like this life depended on it. I looked after him with confusion when I noticed Arthur coming up behind him, an angry scowl on his face.Â
âIgnore them we have bigger things to worry aboutâ Tommy shook his head with a sigh as we moved towards the beautiful red vardo with yellow and orange delicate patterns. Opening the door I could see a small frown on his face as he made eye contact with John, silently warning him to sort it out.Â
âThey are drunk and having fun Mr Shelby. Just let it goâÂ
âI fucking warn 'em love thatâs what bothers meâ He spoke as we entered the small vardo. It was beautiful inside. It looked incredibly homely and unbelievably comfortable. I lay back on the small bed looking up at Tommy with a sultry smile.Â
âIf youâd rather deal with that than be here with meâŠI understandâ I whispered licking my lips.Â
âThat is never going to happen Mrs Shelbyâ Tommy grinned, his mood shifting as he fell on top of me making sure to land on his forearms so he didnât hurt me. But I could still feel his body pressing into mine. He leaned down kissing my lips deeply as I relaxed into the mattress. "I love you, Mrs Shelby"Â
"And I love you, Mr Shelby"Â
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it's been on my mind since i've started reading tlou reader-insert, but i just want to let you all know: plus-sized people can exist in the apocalypse. there's a plethora of reasons why:
genetics. lack of eating can cause slower digestion. your body enters survival mode and slows down your metabolism. eating canned, processed foods that outlasted traditionally healthy foods.
people can be plus-sized and still athletic. people can be plus-sized and have 'healthy' lifestyles. people can be plus-sized and not fit your expectation of what being plus-sized is like.
i make this post because, with fatphobic rhetoric always floating around, it's hard to remember that you exist as you are, oftentimes regardless of circumstance.
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You guys are probably gonna hate me but I need to talk about this thing Iâve been seeing on my timeline with people being like âyouâre sexualizing Ellieâ and hating on porn with no plot.
LESBIANS ARE HORNY.
Women are sexual creatures and it shouldnât be jaw droppingly surprising to anybody that thereâs a video game character that people find very sexually attractive. I understand some people really like softer fics with plot or some people really only like fluff. And that is perfectly fine. However, it shouldnât be an issue that there are others who wanna eat her off the bone. Most people who consume sexual tlou content also consume content that pertains to the characters themselves, their development, and their lives. Were in in this fandom for a reason. Thereâs no lack of posts commenting on the show and how genius it is. And thereâs no lack of fanfics that are fluffy and rich in plot.
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Watching Yellowjackets again â€ïžâ€ïž
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Got fanfic?
I am looking for TLUO2 x reader fanfics with darker content. Please send me some fanfic you would recommend. I am down for any story. Some example tags are Mob AU, Serial Killer Au, Noncon, etc.
I find their darker side hot.
Side note: I am surprised Dark! Ellie or Dark! Abby is not a standard tag. These girls traveled miles to kill someone out of revenge. In the game, they did so many horrible things. These women are monsters. Monsters, I wanna fuck.
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abby definitely likes her braid to be TUGGED ONNNNN
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Liz Danvers is my poor little meow meow đ€ she's so mean đ€ she has no ability to express her feelings đ€ she's spiraling and dragging down everyone else with her đ€ I can't get enough of her đ€
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strap-on headcanons || bg3 ladies x reader
18+, minors do NOT interact
cw: afab!reader!receiving said strap-on (i could not figure out how i wanted to write otherwise, i'm sorry)
word count: 700+
authorâs note: proofread? donât be silly! these are just my goofy little thoughts that hit as i was playing the game and thinking about fucking the ladies i just wrote about. @happysparklingshadows got to this idea first, so please go give her the attention she deserves (itâs delicious). <3
lae'zel
lae'zel starts rough
(but donât worry, sheâll get you completely ready and wet first ;))
and then sheâll end off even rougher
i swear itâs like she wants to break you in half
she has to slam into you at such an unforgiving paceÂ
the strength stat does not lie!!
i also think sheâs a big fan of watching your face, and pussy, as it takes her strap
moaning and groaning, watching it split you open, as well as your face of pure bliss
that kind of reaction makes her want to pound even harder
she also thinks itâs an excellent workout, and thatâs why she wonât do it half-assed
she just wants a big orgasm from the both of you, and she will get it
one thing about lae'zel is that she is devoted!!
there will be marks if youâre into thatÂ
sources of each otherâs bruises, you know
minthara
minthara would give you time to adjust, sure, but she can be so impatient
sheâll start rubbing your clit to get things moving (and most likely continue to do so)
once youâre ready to take her even more, thatâs when sheâd get rougher
her stroke game is something else
rolling her hips into yours, wanting to get as deep as she can each timeÂ
she may even put your legs over her shoulders so she can get even deeperÂ
and she will not be going slowly, either
just imagine her grunting as she ruts into you, not even giving either of you a break to catch your breath
i also think sheâs a massive fan of seeing your eyes roll
or honestly just the overall being so consumed by the pleasure that your face says it all
sheâll hold your hands above your head as she pounds away, looking for the telltale sign that sheâs doing a good job
and while going fast and deep is a favourite, sheâll know what your body needsÂ
oh, and if double-sided dildos are a thing, just know sheâd be using that
shadowheart
shadowheart seems like sheâd be so gentle with it
she would want to give you all the time to adjust, no matter the size
her strap would go in slowly with her eyes watching your face intently to ensure sheâs doing alright as she gets even deeper
she would definitely be careful about her thrusts, pulling out slowly and then keeping the same pace back inÂ
(sheâll still go deep, though)
(bottoms out every time she enters you)
the feeling of the strapâs base against her own clit drives her insane, thoughÂ
and sheâll chase that feeling
so, maybe sheâll get a little bit rougher to get off herself, but nothing too strenuousÂ
i think sheâs a bit scared of hurting you, even if she knows you could take it harder
at the same time, she doesnât know if she could take it any harder
i feel like sheâd be pretty sensitive, but thatâs okay
she makes up for it with the fact that she can scope out your body well, knowing which spot makes you shiver
even when sheâs nice and gentle, sheâll constantly be hitting that bullseye
karlach
karlach is another softie i fear
donât get me wrong, finally being able to put her hands on you makes her go feral
but she also wants to be as tender as she can be
she appreciates the slow love-making sessions where she can just consume you for as long as she can before itâs time to go back outÂ
slowly bottoming out inside of you and then immediately running her hands along your sides, up to your breasts, and then to your face
she just adds so much intimacy to the moment by wanting to feel, and kiss, all of you
she is all about skin-to-skin contact as sheâs thrusting away
i also think sheâs a fan of the soundsâparticularly her strap exiting and entering your sopping hole
âhear that, soldier?â
sheâll say as she pulls out slowly and then slams it back into you
sheâll repeat the pattern until sheâs gotten off herself
(which does not take long)
but do not worry!!Â
karlach is all about multiple rounds
as many as you can take :)
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Hannibal did homo eroticism better than anything Iâve ever seen
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Note: I love you all for your support for my Bg3 headcannons and I want to let everyone know my requests are open (also open for TLOU and Yellowjackets)!! Also, comment if you would like to be added to the bg3 taglist! I love you all!
Laeâzel
-She finds it ridiculous when the two of you stumble into a pleasure house.
-She hates outward displays of desperation for sex or yearning outside of the person you are trying to lay with. She was a steel face as your party looked around the rows of items. She is not interested in any of them.
-behind her back, you couldnât get anything without a sharp look sent your way. There are more critical things to do instead of istiks desperate need for a flesh bond.
-You are scared to tell her you had bought a strap-on. It wasnât anything crazy, but it was just something that had tickled the back of your head. So, you saved it for the right moment for you to introduce something new to your sex life with your overly serious githyanki lover.
-After a hard day of fighting, covered in sweat, blood, and dirt. She came to you. Her eyes are sharply intense as she looks over your form. She says, âI want to lick every inch of your skin of your scent. Tell me, do you tease me on purpose or just to make my hunger for you to grow?â
-You smile and play coy, knowing now that it does rile up Laeâzel, and say, âI am guessing I am not bathing tonight?â
-âNo.â Laeâzel says as she holds her arms across her chest. She stares you down and doesnât say anything else. She doesnât have to.
-So, you slip away and grab your bag whenever everyone is asleep. When you reach her, she gives you a stern look of confusion and dislike at you doing something unexpected.
-You sit down beside the bag and pull it out. You explain to Laeâzel that it is just for sex and that it is only needed to have sex differently.
-âAm I not pleasurable enough for you, then?â She asks in a defensive tone of venom, and you just smile and look up to her from your spot.
-âNo, the opposite. I wanted to know how it would feel if you had a penis.â
-âBut I donât.â ????
-You chuckle as you look up to her, âHave you never wondered what it would be like if you could be inside me? Like, claim me differently, my champion?â
-The comment of claiming clicked in her mind. She insisted she would be wearing it and using it on you.
-You help her put it on when she gets frustrated with the straps.
-Laeâzel doesnât even let up for a moment after hearing the whimper out of your mouth when she entered you. It was like something primal clicked in her head. She was going to claim your body and soul.
-Laeâzel licks your neck and chest with a soft growl, her hips slapping into yours without mercy. She hums low, moans in her breath as she thrusts into you. Your hands tangled into her hair and small braids, your breasts push against her lips as your back aches.
-Laeâzel becomes obsessed with the sounds out of your mouth. She holds your head down as she looks over your face intensely when you cum. She nearly cums against the strap when your name comes out in a shuttered breath.
-Laeâzel fucks you with the strap that night until the night sky crawled its way out of the sky. She groans at the fact she has to stop fucking you. She smells herself and you all in the air.
-Laeâzel will steal the strap and keep it with her. She may or may not smell it when she wants to smell you when you arenât near.
-Laeâzel will not be using the strap often, but she will use it when she wants to have a little more dominance over you. To show you that she was the source of every bruise and ache in your body.
-Her strap would be flesh-colored, or she would have never had it near her body. What do you mean that she can have a glittery purple strap???
-She is a Mean Dom who praises your good behavior. She is always razor-focused, always on top of everything in her life, and ready for battle at a moment's notice. She has no problem correcting you or making you understand the consequences of subordinates. Expect to have a few marks on your way out.
Karlach
-The second she enters the pleasure house with the party, she wanders off on her own. Searching, wondering, fantasizing. She doesnât want to get too pent up, so she leaves a little earlier than you do, not noticing you seeing her eye the strap on with blush on her cheeks.
-A devilish thought came to mind, and you got the one she was eyeing. It was a larger one that made you blush at the thought of it being stuffed inside you.
-But, because Karlach and you canât have sex until her next upgrade and a miracle, the strap is long forgotten in your crest.
-Once Karlach got her upgrade, IT. WAS. POUND. CITY!
-You and Karlach fucked in your tent, on the tent, by the campfire, by the campfire with your friends around you (very difficult to be quiet), in the river, in ruins, in the forest. There wasnât a moment that went by that Karlachâs hands were not trying to touch you.
-One night, while eating dinner at the party, you remembered what you had bought a few weeks earlier. You stay quiet as a blush comes over your face at the memory.
-When everyone retired to their tents, you entered your shared tent to find her humming away to a love song and sharpening her axe.
-âHey, soldier, I have been waiting for you all day.â She puts down her axe with a great smile to look at you. She notices the way you coyly stand. She leans back on the tent wall with a slight smirk growing, âWhat brings you around?â
-You melt to her face immediately and crawl closer to her with a devilish smile, âI missed you today. I wanted to give you something.â You say as you crawl in between Karlachâs legs. Inches away from their lips.
-âOh yeah, baby, whatâs that?â Karlach asks, clearly lusting after you again, and watches you intently.
-You run a finger up her stomach and to her heart. It burned like a cup of hot water, and you let your eyes worship the woman you love. âYou remember when we went to that pleasure house?â
-Karlachâs breath hitches when she feels you touch her. She only says shakily, âYeah?â
-âWell, I noticed what you were eyeing and bought it. I was wondering if you wanted to use it on me?â With your eyes meeting her, you asked her, and your hand planted itself on her strong shoulder.
-The same shoulder you hold on her for dear life as she fucks you standing up with the strap. She trusts you with the growls she uses in battle. She ferally fucks you as you cling onto her with yelping moans.
-Karlach looks down to see the black strap disappear into you like a magic trick. She had a big, goofy smile on her face.
-Karlach has you screaming, writhing, and desperate. You become lust drunk quickly, even have a moment where you just stare at her in reverence in the way she fucks you to bliss.
-Karlach didnât know her strength most of the time with you and didnât mean to manhandle you when she did. You never complained, though. You liked the feeling of her effortlessly lifting you up and down with her biceps under your thighs, or the way her hand completely covered your throat if she held you there, or when she grabbed your chin firmly to kiss you.
-âGods, I fucking love you- I am never letting you go! Fuck baby, look at me like that.â
-Karlach cums the moment you start to shake when your climax approaches. She shivers and ruts the strap into you like she was trying to push cum out of it.
-You are a writhing mess for her as you are placed on the floor, your toes still curling even after they have left your body. It was a delicious feeling. You bite your lip as she stares down at you, still standing and panting. The strap still in the air.
-âDid I do alright?â She asked. She wiped the sweat from her brow.
-You look up at her towering form and massive fake cock staring you down and say, âKarlach, you are a fucking amazing. Please- Please, will you fuck me again?â
-And she did.
-That was the night Karlach discovered she was the STRAP GOD.
-Karlach would get a big black strap if she had any day in what she wanted. She wanted something that seemed to fit her body, which happened to be big.
Shadowheart
-Shadowheart blushes when she comes inside the pleasure house with you and sees all the items for sale.
-She looks on with wonder and excitement at items for pain that caused pleasure. Nipple clamps, bondage rope of satin and silk, or wands made for shocking a person with a command word. It was all interesting to her, although she kept calm as she walked beside you.
-You look at her, and she meets your eyes silently. Your eyes point to a strap-on and back at her. You secretly speak to her about your wants.
-Shadowheart blushes and looks back at you. You can tell she says yes back to you. She loved this new secret language you two have created to speak intimately in public.
-You sneakily buy the strap-on without Laeâzel or Astarian noticing, keeping this secret for her. Which she dramatically approves of.
-You two act as though nothing has happened, and it is an ordinary day, an average day of adventuring through your quest. Shadowheart watched your behind all day, wondering what taking you from the back would be like. It excited her and made her happy.
-The day ended with conversation and planning the next move, where you will go tomorrow, and who to kill. You finally come over to her tent.
-Shadowheart smiles and asks, âI have been waiting for you this evening. Do I have you to myself now?â
-You didnât even say anything else before you kissed her lips. You softly push the two of you into your shared tent and want to use this now. The anticipation was killing you.
-The two of you make out on the sheets of the ground passionately, but you two fail to stop kissing each other when you move to open your bag.
-Shadowheart surprisingly wants to use it on you first as she takes it from your hands and puts it on herself. She looks down at you as she puts herself together, âI want to have you. First, I want to see your face twist for me,â she says as she slowly lowers to kiss you again.
-She flipped you around out of nowhere. As she grabbed onto your hips, she kissed the back of your neck. She rubs herself against you as she gently enters you from behind.
-She watched in fascination at the way your ass jiggled and bounced with her thrusts, she liked the way your thighs slapped against hers, and she could just watch it all. Watching your wetness spread on your cheeks and thighs as she fucks you passionately.
-When you have cummed on the fake cock, she kisses your neck and begs for you to do the same. She takes it off, helps you put it on yourself, and lays it down for you to be on top of her. You passionately kiss her and fuck her back as her soft moans filled the tent.
-You take turns with the strap; sometimes itâs her using it, or you are using it on her. It was a reoccurring character in your sheets, and it becomes beloved very quickly upon both of your first climaxes with it together.
-Shadowheart would get a purple glittery strap if she had any day in it because it was simply pretty and did its job while being pretty.
Minthara
-Minthara doesnât react much to the pleasure house or the inside items. She glanced over the items with a carefree attitude that made your heart beat fast in your chest for some reason. She surprises you by asking the employee to let her see this item beyond the display case, and she, without shame, â(Y/n), come here.â She softly orders in front of your party. You blush softly as you do as she commands, and she asks to see the different sizes and colors.
-Minthara Baenre was raised to be a proud Matron of Menzoberranzan and has the qualities similar to nobility of Faerûn, She was bold with her sexuality and desires. She actuallly gets a kick out of embarrassing you in a manner like this, to her it was amusing how people without status acts towards sex.
-She asks you for the size you would like and smirks as she asks for one a size bigger. She picked a deep red strap with satin ropes and added it to her bag like it was nothing at all. You leave the interaction and shop with heat pooling in between your thighs.
-Minthara doesnât waste time with her new item. She waits for that night. It doesnât matter what happened or what needs to be discussed with the party members, and you need to gag on her cock.
-Minthara waits in your shared tent and has it proudly on herself, adjusting the straps as you walk in.
-she has you on your knees in obedience and has her hands running through your hair as she thrusts into your mouth to see how it looks.
-Minthara says, âSuch a good lover, so obedient with those eyes looking at me, just like that.â As she bucks her hips into your open mouth.
-Minthara has you propped in her lap in a death grip on your hips, thrusting up into you with the strap. Minthara had her eyes fixated on your face, watching it twist in helpless pleasure to her manhandling.
-Minthara kisses and sucks on your breasts as she listens to you writhe. She wanted to be covered in you, wanted to be stained in you, forever scarred by your love and lust.
-Minthara is the queen of overstimulated and mocking pouts, âI know, Ust-nor, I know. You got a little more to give me. I want it.â
-Minthara has you cum on the strap a total of four times before she feels settled and ready to let you off her strap. But she would steal one more after seeing your spent face as you lazily lay on the pillows of your bedroll
-Minthara happily cuddles you after. She loves you intensely and lays her head on your chest. She pets your body tenderly as she whispers to you about how well you did, how powerful she feels after, and how the two of you will dominate the under dark hand in hand.
-There is no surprise that Minthara is a brutal mean dom without mercy. She likes to be in power and be actively
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