#Peaky Kinktober
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Day 1: Breathe With Me || Tommy Shelby x Reader
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TW: Kinktober prompt- Breathe, rough sex, piv, choking, strangulation, breathe play, unprotected sex, unhealthy relationship, abuse of power, mention of canonical violence
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“Breathe with me.”
The way his hoarse voice, rendered even more raspy by the pleasure he experienced, whispered these specific three words in your ear fanned the flames of your desire.
With your breath hitching and your whole body burning, you could not help but whine and wiggle under the weight of his body. Tommy’s calloused fingers loosened their grip on your neck in the hope it would make your breath slow down but it didn’t work. You were still a panting mess with eyes closed and pearls of tears caught in your long lashes.
“T-Tommy…” You stuttered, moving your hips back without really noticing. His free hand slipped under you and, without the slightest warning, he brought them close again, with a frustrated hiss. As he did, his hard and swollen cock stretched your walls until the tip hit you in the right spot. Your toes curled in your heels at the electric sensation crossing through your body and it made your legs shook from each sides of his waist. “Aah, Tom!” You lamented, throwing your head back.
“You don’t get to call me like this, Y/N.” His voice snapped, firmer this time, and you could not help but obey. When his dizzying turquoise eyes met yours, the infamous gangster’s lips split with a satisfied smirk, “Good girl, you’re a good girl right?” Words melt on his tongue, “so nice and sweet she’s letting her dad’s boss fuck her ay.” He whispered with a wicked grin as he slowly started to move his hips again now that you had adjusted to his size. Your trembling fingers reached for the back of his head and lost themselves in his dark hair in search for any way of expressing the overwhelming pleasure he gave you.
It was the second time you ended up like this today, sitting on his desk with your lace panties hanging from one of your ankles and your legs open for Mr.Shelby. The second time he unbuckled his belt and thrusted into you after he had rubbed his length against your wet slit while your dad was working downstairs in the factory, unaware of everything that has been going on between the two of you.
Tommy gritted his teeth, his slow movements increasingly faster each time you clenched your throbbing and soaked pussy around him— it felt so good, so tight, so right. “Let’s try again, alright babydoll? Let’s try again and breathe with me.” He growled, cold blue eyes relishing how the pleasure marked your face and how your trembling lips always tried to kiss him in a vain attempt to muffle your shameful moans. You nodded, one crystal tear rolling down your cheek, and moved your hips in rhythm with him in the sensual dance of lovemaking. A pile of paper fell from the desk and scattered on the office floor but Tommy couldn’t care less. How could he when he was busy filling your innocent pussy and wrapping his large hand around your throat? “See, you can do it ey.” He praised, his palm pressing slightly more until breathing became challenging but not exactly painful. Tommy knew far too well what he was doing and to what kind of limits he wanted to take you. After all, you had lost your virginity to him only a few days ago, on his same desk, thus he took it easy. You still needed more of taming before he could use you like he really wanted.
The reason behind your submission was that you wanted to save your father from being killed by a Peaky Blinders following the strike that resulted in Arthur’s murder attempt. The latter had been so enraged that he threatened to bash your father’s head with a hammer — he would have probably done so if Tommy hadn’t intervened. So when you begged for his life in his office ten minutes later, he asked for your age, if you had already been filled by a man before, and at your negative answer, he simply ordered you to take your clothes off right here, right now. That was how this sick game between you and Tommy had started. A game he definitely enjoyed, judging by how his gaze was always wandering all over your body, almost burning you every time your paths would cross in the factory.
My brother wants to see ya right now, cherry pie hm. You better not make him wait eh. Arthur had told you one hour ago, his mustache slightly lifting when he punctuated his sentence with a sadistic smirk, knowing what was awaiting you.
“Sir…” You begged, your voice strangled in your throat as Tommy’s hand choked you. Taking quick and shallow exhales, your heart soon began to drum fast again in your chest due to panic but this time, the gangster didn’t stop. Instead, he gave you one meaner thrust to make you squeal, enjoying the sight of your teary eyes, your gaping mouth, and your reddened cheeks. You looked so weak… So defenseless. But what got him was when he felt your wetness running down his shaft despite your frightened look.
“Breathe with me.” He ordered, but his raspy voice had a softer tone. As he fucked you at the perfect pace, invading your needy but inexperienced pussy, he pressed his forehead against yours and locked you in a stare, “Don’t give in to the panic and just focus on two things: my breathing and the sensation of me cock.” He hummed, his grin fading away and replaced by a serious face. You let out a loud exhale and tried. At first, you did your best to obliterate the way his strong grip was obstructing your windpipe to only focus on the sensations of fucking itself. Each time he pulled out, a feeling of devastating emptiness woke up in you and left you craving for him to go back inside. No matter how ashamed you were of getting used by your dad’s boss like a whore, Thomas Shelby knew how to fill you and you were starting to love it. To need it.
Soon you came to naturally focus on his breathing. One slow inhale. One slow and longer exhale. Deep. Controlled. Comforting. “Breathe in.” His Brummie accent hypnotized you and his musky, expensive perfume made your head spin. You moaned louder — Dad would have heard you if he had been walking near Tommy’s office. “Breathe out.” Your breath melted together and suddenly, the panic of getting choked turned into an arousing experience. His fingers, strong and possessive, were pressing on each side of your throat, right under your jaw where he could feel your heartbeat against his skin. You rolled your eyes in the back of your head, the press of his palm and the lack of air sending your mind into a blissful haze. “Yes, Y/N. Just like this. I’m proud of you eh, my little pet.” He grunted, sinking deeper into your delicate intimacy, “Y/N.” Tommy’s husky voice moaned again and again, chanting your name as if he wanted all the employees of his freaking factory to know what he was doing to you in his office when your dad was working in the basement. As if he wanted them to know what had happened to you the moment they saw your staggering frame leaving his office disheveled and legs closely pressed together because of his cum running down the inside of your thighs.
I’m breathing with you, Mr. Shelby.
We’re breathing together and now
We are one.
Now you could dissect all the delicious cocktail of sensations you were undergoing: your tight pussy forced open, your walls throbbing, a mix of your wetness and his cum leaking from you and dripping on the wooden desk… You reopened your teary eyes, drowning in the cold cerulean blue of his enchanting iris, and parted your lips to talk, barely believing what you were about to say.
“Harder.”
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Treat Me Wrong
Kinktober Day 16- Degradation Kink
warnings: AFAB!Reader, manipulation, gaslighting, cheating, sex work, roleplay, spanking, vaginal fingering, dirty talk, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, mentions of pregnancy, 18+ minors DNI
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“I think we should break up,” you say.
Tommy’s face twists in anger and confusion. “Where’d you get that idea?” he asks.
This is exactly why you want to break up. He’s so dismissive and he doesn’t respect you. He’s sitting relaxed in his chair like you didn’t just suggest ending your relationship. Why is it so difficult for him to care about you?
“I’m not happy!” you say.
Tommy scoffs in response. “You live like a princess. What else could you possibly need?”
“Love and attention,” you huff.
“Christ,” he shakes his head in disbelief. “Are you a child? Do you really need me to attend to you all day to be content?”
“Not all day, Tommy. Just sometimes. What's the point in even having a lover if you won't spend time with them?"
"You act like I have a lot of free time to waste. I'm a very busy man."
His way of having excuses for everything make you feel like you're going insane.
"You have enough time to spend with prostitutes," you say bitterly. This makes Tommy perk up. "I know you go to see them after work and lie to me when you get home late. Why do you bother stringing me along if you'd rather pay for your companionship?"
Tommy chuckles darkly. "That's what this is about, eh?"
"Why the fuck are you laughing, Tommy?"
He stands up from his chair and crosses the room to stand in front of you. He places one hand on your hip while the other holds his cigarette. The smoke swirls in front of your face, the pungent smell burning your nose.
"You're jealous of my whores?" he asks smugly.
"What do they have that I don't," you ask angrily.
"I have certain needs that they satisfy."
You scoff and push his hand off of you. "We're together, Tommy. You should come to me to satisfy your needs, not step out on me."
Tommy rolls his eyes and grabs ahold of your wrist. "What I need isn't appropriate for a high society woman like yourself."
You furrow your brows in confusion, but no matter what he's talking about, you want to be able to provide it for him. "You don't get to decide what's appropriate for me or not. Besides, you'd know that I'm very adventurous if you ever took the time to actually be intimate with me."
He blinks slowly at you and licks his lips, then smirks devilishly. "You want me to treat you like one of my whores?"
"Yes, Tommy."
"Right." Tommy stubs his cigarette out in the ashtray on the side table, the turns his attention back to you. Both of his hands are on your hips now, holding you firmly. "You promise not to get upset?"
"Why would I get upset?"
Tommy fights back a smirk. "Because I tend to be a bit... harsh."
"Harsh?" you ask.
"You said you want me to fuck you like a whore. A dirty, cheap, used up whore that's only good for taking cock. Is that right?" You hesitantly nod. "Then until I'm finished, that's exactly what you're going to be. I'm only going to stop if you tell me to, otherwise I'm going to have you just like I have them."
"Okay," you breathe.
Tommy steps away from you and sits back in his chair. "Take your dress off," he instructs.
You find it a bit odd that he's just watching instead of also getting undressed, but it does make you feel better that the prostitutes he visits don't get to see him naked.
You strip piece by piece until you're bare in front of him. He stands up again and looks over your body, occasionally prodding and groping you.
"Turn around," he says, voice low. You do as he says and you allow yourself to be moved over to the couch. Tommy pushes you so you're bent at the waist over the arm rest, bare ass on display.
Tommy continues to grope you; he slaps your cheeks, spreads and slaps them, and teases at your folds.
“Wet already? Didn’t think whores got off on their work,” he says.
Without much prep, he shoves two fingers into your cunt. Like a true whore, you take them easily. He opens you up by scissoring his fingers inside you. He's going quickly, not bothering to take his time and make it pleasurable for you. You suppose he pays for his own pleasure, not yours.
"Already loose too. How many others did you have today?" he asks. When you don't answer him, he delivers a slap to your ass.
"N-none," you whimper.
"Sounds like business is slow."
He pulls his fingers out of you and wipes your wetness on your thigh. He then moves to press his hips against yours, allowing you to feel the bulge in his slacks. He grinds up against you shamelessly, making you feel even more humiliated now that he's simulating fucking you while he's fully dressed.
"Tell me you want my cock," he orders.
"I want your cock," you parrot with a whine in your voice.
"You can be more convincing than that," he says with a slap to your ass. "Be a good whore and beg me to fuck you."
You take a deep breath. "Please fuck me. I need your cock so bad... Mr. Shelby," you add for good measure.
That seems to please him, because he moves away from you far enough to pull his cock through his fly. He rubs the head through your folds, teasing your entrance with it.
"I'm not going to catch anything from fucking you raw, am I?" he asks, though he knows the answer.
"No, sir," you reply.
You're glad he bent you over like this, because that means he can't see your embarrassed face and you don't have to look into his intimidating eyes.
"Mm, good."
He pushes inside you, not gently but he doesn't aim to hurt you. Once he's fully seated inside, he begins to thrust before you're ready for it. You gasp in surprise, but you're helpless to do anything but take it.
"Didn't think pussy so cheap would take me so well," he groans. His hands grip tightly on your hips and he slams you back to meet each of his thrusts. His cock bumps against your cervix uncomfortably, but it feels best for him when you take it all the way, and that's the only thing that matters.
With each thrust, you make a punched out little moan. Tommy, however, is silent above you, save for a bit of heavy breathing. It isn't until you arch your back and really start putting on a show that he speaks up.
"Like a fuckin' professional, eh? I should come to you more often. Y'know, my woman's a real bitch sometimes. Never lets me fuck her like this. Thinks she's too good to get bent over. Has so many opinions, too. But you're a good woman; quiet, tight," he leans down, draping himself over your back to speak into your ear. "Obedient."
You can't help but moan at his filthy words, despite how degrading they are. You shouldn't find your lover talking badly about you so arousing, but you cant help it.
"She gets so mad I cheat on her but I think she'd understand if she felt this cunt for herself. 'm gonna marry her and fuck her full of babies to keep her busy while I give the real good stuff to you."
"Fuck," you whimper and immediately regret it.
"You like when I talk to you like a whore? You like getting fucked hard like I don't love you?"
It's rare that Tommy says he loves you. So rare, in fact, that you often doubt if it's true.
"Yes, yes," you gasp. "I love you."
"Mm," he hums. "Save it for when I'm not paying you."
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Kinktober 2023 - Day 5
Caught Masturbating with Tommy Shelby
"Caught In The Act"
Smut - Explicit content - NSFW - 18+ only!
Summary: Tommy has somehow fallen through time & made a new life in the modern day with you. He wants more than friendship & an awkward encounter makes you confront that idea.
Warnings: Smut (NSFW) - 18+ ONLY - masturbation, voyeurism, sex toys, dirty talk, swearing, pet names, hair pulling, creampie, vaginal sex, very light dom/sub, a little bit of fluff
Tommy wasn't quite sure what to expect when he opened the door to your small apartment and immediately heard the sound of your voice moaning and whimpering. He immediately went to reach for his weapon, suddenly remembering that he was unarmed. He was still getting used to living in this new century and the fact that he no longer had a reason to be armed.
It was all still a mystery as to how he ended up here. He had no idea how he had taken one breath in 1930 and the next in 2023. Neither did you, but that didn't stop you from helping him. Even though to pretty much anyone else, his story made him sound utterly certifiable. Instead of judging or turning and running the other way, you were kind and caring.
He slowly began approaching your bedroom, and the sound of your voice became louder. The closer he got, the clearer it became that your whimpers were not of pain or fear but of pleasure. He had dreamt about hearing you make sounds like that since the moment he first met you.
You had been so sweet to him since he ended up here. You showed him kindness in a way he was completely unused to. Allowing him to stay in your spare room and helping him learn to navigate the modern world. He had become quite smitten with you, actually. You had given him the chance of a fresh start. A chance he was determined to seize.
You also weren't afraid of him. You would talk back to him and call him on his bullshit. Your modern feminism serving you quite well when mixed with your sharp wit. He hated to admit that it gave him butterflies when you laughed openly in his face about doing some chore he always thought to be 'woman's work'. He knew damn well you wouldn't be serving him anytime soon, and frankly, he found your demeanor refreshing.
You were also stunningly beautiful. In a way that was all your own. Tommy Shelby was well accustomed to interacting with and even seducing attractive women. He had been married to two beautiful women. Both Grace and Lizzie were enchanting, but you were a creature from another world entirely.
All of these things had him utterly spellbound by you. He'd be lying if he said he didn't spend his evenings imagining what it would be like to be yours and for you to be his. He had a suspicion that underneath your sweet exterior was a devil waiting to come out at the most intimate times. He wanted to be the one to unleash it.
He often thought about you sneaking in to join him in the shower after you overheard him stroking himself. Picturing you dropping to your knees in front of him. Staring up at him through your eyelashes. Water droplets starting to roll down your body, your nipples pebbled and at attention from the temperature change. Wanting to help take care of him, since you knew that it was because of you that his cock was throbbing.
It was because of all the fantasies he had about you that he kept walking towards your door. Stopping only momentarily when he saw your door was cracked open. Your voice was now crystal clear as you whined and moaned, but now he could also hear a soft buzzing and a wet sound. There was now no doubt in his mind exactly what you were doing. You were masturbating.
His suit pants tightening at just the thought that he was catching you playing with yourself. He really was trying to turn over a new leaf. To be a better, more respectable man than he had been. He knew that peeking through your open door was the wrong thing to do, but he just couldn't help himself. Not when he was still a devil at heart, and you sounded so angelic.
What he saw when he looked through the cracked door was immediately worth any guilt he may have felt. It was by far the most erotic thing he had ever seen in his entire life. You were naked from the waist down with the t-shirt you had slept in rucked up to expose your breasts. Up on your knees with your face turned to the side and your shoulders pressed down into the mattress, your ass up in the air. Your eyes squeezed shut, and your mouth dropped open. Your hair dishelved and a little sweaty. Both of your hands busy between your legs.
In his time vibrators and other sex toys were uncommon. Really, they were just being invented. So seeing you with a vibrator in one hand pressed to your clit, and a big fake cock in your other hand greedily ramming it in and out of your tight little hole was nearly enough to have him cumming on the spot. You were taking what you wanted, what you needed, and doing it with zero shame or hesitation.
He could see the dildo glistening with your slick everytime you pulled it out of your cunt. Judging from the ring of white cream around the base of it, you must have already been fucking yourself for a while. His hand was already moving to palm himself over the fabric of his pants. Gripping his length and wishing his cock was that toy stretching your pussy. Biting his lip to keep from groaning and giving away his presence.
All that went out the window, however, when you started to moan again. Clearly getting closer and closer to another orgasm. Your hips thrusting to meet the toy and the wet squelch of your cunt getting louder. As you chased your climax you started to speak. Letting the fantasy in your head spur you closer to cumming. It was what you said that sent Tommy spiraling further into his own lust alongside you.
His name. You said his name.
"Oh fuck, yes Tommy. Right there. Fuck! You feel so good. Need you to make me cum again."
You said his name while you were fucking yourself with your toy. You were imagining your toy was his cock. You wanted him just as badly as he wanted you. No, you said you needed him. Needed, not just wanted him.
He felt his member pulse and leak at your admission. Before he even realized what he was doing, he brought one hand up to rap lightly against your doorframe. Officially announcing his presence before moving to open the door wider. It didn't leave you any less startled by the sudden intrusion at such a private moment.
He couldn't help the smirk that formed on his face as you scrambled to cover yourself. Pulling your shirt back down to hide your breasts and grabbing at the covers to conceal the mess between your thighs. Quickly trying to stash your toys under your pillow. Not that he couldn't hear the wet suction of your cunt desperately trying to hold onto the dildo as you pulled it out. Or your vibrator still buzzing under the pillow that you were now pretending you didn't hear. Not that you didn't look like you had spent the day fucking yourself silly anyway.
He slowly entered your room. Fully aware of the tent in his pants. Knowing that it gave away the fact that he had been eavesdropping on you. His smirk turned into a grin as he saw you notice his erection. Involuntarily licking your lips. Obviously, still in need of satiating your desires despite your embarrassed blush.
"Tommy, I thought you had gone out. How… how long have you been home? … how long have you been standing at my door?"
His eyes dropped to the floor momentarily, debating how to answer in a way that wouldn't make you think he was a creep. Even though you both clearly desired the same thing. Now he had discovered that he could give it to you, but only if he played his hand diplomatically.
"I did go out, but then I came back. Decided that I enjoyed your company far more than anyone else I could have run into. As far as your other questions… I was worried when I came back and heard you moaning. I thought maybe you had fallen, but I was obviously very mistaken. You are definitely not hurt, but you do seem to be in need of help. Help that you seem to want me to offer, and it would be remiss of me not to tell you that I desperately want to provide that help. That I think about you at night and wish I could be in your bed instead of my own. That I daydream about fucking you on every surface of this apartment."
By now, your mouth had fallen open at his admission. Clearly, you hadn't been expecting him to confess all this. He confidently strode closer to your bed, bringing himself to stand right at the edge of the side where you sat. Your eyes roaming his body before eventually falling back to his bulge before quickly jumping back up to his blue eyes.
"Now, my beautiful girl, I heard you call out my name before. Pretending that toy that you're hiding was my cock. I'd be surprised if you haven't heard me calling out your name as I fuck my own fist. Pretending I'm fucking your pretty little cunt instead. So I think it's safe to say we both want the same things, but I'll ask anyway. Do you want me like I want you?"
Tommy moved to sit himself down on the bed in front of you. Bringing one hand up to your cheek and letting his thumb pull lightly on your bottom lip. He could see the lust in your eyes, and you quickly nodded your head. Whispering a soft breathy "yes" that made him smile wider because now he knew he could really have you.
He brought his other hand to your waist and slowly brought his plush lips to yours. The kiss began soft and tender, but before long, it started to become more heated. Both of you starting to feel the need to finally feel each other grow.
Tommy carefully lowered you down to lay on the bed. Throwing the covers off of your legs so he could run his hands over the soft flesh of your thighs. One of your hands moving to the longer pieces of his hair and the other starting to toy with the buttons on his crisp white shirt. He still insisted on wearing a suit nearly every day, and you were thankful he had apparently already ditched his waistcoat and jacket before he heard you.
One by one, you undid the buttons on his shirt. Opening just enough that you could slip your hand inside and feel his bare chest. Your fingers dancing over his dusting of light brown chest hair and the edges of his tattoo. You wanted to rip his clothes off and let him take you. To let him bring your fantasies to life, but you knew that before you lost all sense of self-control, you needed to figure out what exactly this was. So you lightly pushed him back far enough to separate your lips from his. Enough to look into his mesmerizing blue eyes.
"Wait, Tommy, hold on. I'm not the person that just fucks people. I'm not good at the no strings attached thing. If that's what you want this to be then we are better off just finishing this each by ourselves. Pretending neither of us ever saw or said anything."
He chuckled at your statement. Not because it was funny, but in disbelief. Could you really not tell the spell you had him under? Did you really think he would spend so much time thinking about you if he only wanted you for a night?
"Oh no, princess, we do this it means you are mine. It means you are mine, and I am yours. Like I said, I want to fuck you and love you on and against every surface of this apartment. That will take far longer than one night. We do this, there is no getting rid of me."
With that, he forcefully crashed his lips into yours, desperately trying to convey how badly he truly wanted you. The feeling of your fingernails gripping into his back through his shirt only spurring him on. Like squeezing your heels into the sides of a horse, your actions only making him move faster.
He reached down to pull your leg up over his hip as he continued to kiss you. Moving down to suck and bite at your neck as he ground his pelvis down against you. Automatically, he could feel the heat from your sex through the fabric of his pants and boxers. Reminding him again of how he had found you. How you were still soaked and ready for him.
A growl fell from his lips as he bit your neck when the sensation of your slick started to soak through to his cock. Rutting his hips into you harder and pulling the most beautiful gasp from you that turned into a wanton moan. Suddenly any trepidation you had been feeling had fled and your animal urges took over.
You immediately brought both hands to his shirt and proceeded to rip it open. Sending buttons scattering before shoving it back off of his shoulders so Tommy could discard it. He moved on to his pants just as quickly. Getting the button and zipper undone while he took off his undershirt.
You were just able to shove his pants down to his knees when he pushed you back flat on the bed. Quickly taking off his slacks, leaving him in just his boxers before returning all his attention to you. Slowly dragging his hands up the outsides of your thighs to start pulling your shirt up your body. His eyes studying each new inch of flesh revealed to him.
When your shirt was finally high enough to reveal the treasure hidden between your thighs, you thought Tommy might actually start to drool. You were soaked, and your thighs were messy with your arousal. Your clit was swollen and puffy from your vibrator. Your lips flushed and your hole was still gaping slightly from where you had your dildo buried inside of you. The only thing missing from the picture was the sight of his cum leaking out of you. That would have made it perfect.
"Fucking perfect."
He whispered under his breath before diving down to pepper your stomach with kisses. Biting at your hip bones and stealing a single taste of your cunt before continuing upward. He knew he would be back with his head between your legs later that night. Right now he couldn't wait to be inside you, but he had to finish getting you naked first.
His lips danced over your soft stomach, and his teeth nipped at your ribcage. Nuzzling his nose at the bottom of your breasts as he started to pull your shirt up over them. Keeping his face close to your skin and reveling in your sweet noises. Adoring every part of your body. Smiling against your skin when you finished pulling your shirt off and threw it to the side. Your body finally completely bare for him.
You were getting impatient with his slow pace. As much as you were enjoying his touch, you had been ready for him to fuck you before he had even entered the room. You tried hard to suppress the needy moans that escaped your lips as he studied every inch of your naked body.
"You are even more beautiful than I fantasized."
As nice as his compliment felt, you were nearing the end of your rope. You needed to feel him inside you, or else you feared for your sanity.
"You've already got me in bed naked and horny, Thomas. You don't have to lay on the flattery. I'm on the pill so just hurry up and fuck me."
You reached down to grab his erection. Squeezing firmly over the fabric of his boxers before shoving your hand inside to start stroking him. Your whimpers were nearly louder than his as you felt every vein on his length and circled his tip only to find him leaking and wet for you.
Through staggered breath and the most beautiful groans and growls, he finished his thoughts. His hips started to rut into your hand as pumped his cock perfectly. He mentally thanked the advancements in birth control that he wouldn't have to wait or pull out. Although he always preferred bareback anyway, with both horses and women.
"It's not flattery if it's the truth, and it is the truth. Like I said, I've thought about this. A lot. Now, lay back on the bed for me like a good girl."
You did as he said. Pulling your hand out of his boxers and licking the precum off of your fingertips as you laid yourself out for him. Legs spread and back arched in a sinful tableau just for him. Letting him sit back on his heels and study you for a moment. His eyes devouring every inch of you.
A cocky smirk on his face, he stared right into your eyes as he pushed his boxer shorts down over his hips. His cock finally free and standing proud. Tommy wasn't sure he had ever actually been this hard before, and it was all because of you. It was all for you.
You groaned at the sight of his thick cock. It was even bigger than your toy was. Biting your bottom lip and grabbing your own breasts. Toying with your nipples as you thought about how good it was going to feel to finally have his cock inside you after all these months of wanting.
He didn't break eye contact with you as he gripped his length and gave it a few slow strokes. Using the precum dripping for his flushed red cockhead to prepare himself. Enjoying the feeling of you watching him. Especially now that you knew he spent nearly every night doing just that thinking only of you.
"Tell me what you want. Tell me what you want me to do. Just like you did with that fake cock of yours."
Tommy descended on you like a predator caging in its prey. His arms braced on either side of your head. His chest pressed to yours. His cock now shamelessly rubbing against your wet cunt. Sliding up and down against your lips and the ridge of his swollen head teasing your clit. You could hear the wet sounds coming from between you.
The most desperate noise you ever made pulled from your throat before you could answer. Right before you did exactly what he told you and begged for his cock like you had with your toy. Your eyes pleading for him to finally take you.
"Want your cock inside me, Tommy. Need you to fuck my tight little pussy and make me cum. Want to cum on your cock. Want to feel you cum inside me."
A growl came from the back of his throat. He was very pleased with how you begged for him. He lowered to nip at your bottom lip. His eyes were nearly black with only a sliver of the normal bright blue remaining.
"That's a good girl. Normally so nice and sweet and proper, but not in the bedroom, eh? I could get very used to hearing you talk like a slut for me."
He brought one hand to drag down your body. Making sure to stop and tug at your nipple before continuing its path between your bodies. Moving his cock so his fat tip sat right at your opening.
Slowly starting to push inside of you. With how wet you were, he could almost slip right in. Your warmth engulfing him and making him swear under his breath. No one had ever felt as perfect around him as you did.
"Oh my God, Tom."
You whined at the stretch of him. Even after spending so much time fucking your toy, Tommy still made you feel delightfully full. His length immediately brushing up against your g-spot that was still swollen from fucking yourself. It felt like he was made for you. His slow shallow thrusts immediately starting to push you towards orgasm, and your moans and whimpers starting to push him towards his.
"Can't believe you were holding this perfect cunt back from me this whole time. Well that's not happening anymore, love. I'm never leaving your pretty little pussy ever again."
His thrusts started to pick up pace when you greedily nodded and agreed. Pushing his hips into yours with more force as he dropped his head to bite and suck at your neck. One hand coming to dig your nails into his shoulders, and the other was moving to pull at the longer pieces of hair on the top of his head.
Your own hips starting to roll underneath him to meet his thrusts. The sound of your bare skin slapping together starting to echo around the room with the squelch of your wet cunt as an accent. Both of you already breathing heavily. The realization dawning on both of you as soon as your cunt started squeezing his shaft that this round wasn't going to take very long. Tommy could already feel little spurts of precum dripping from his cock into your cunt each time you contracted around him.
"Oh fuck, darling. I'm so close. Where do you want me to cum? Want me to fill you up princess?"
His declaration made the band start to tighten in your low belly.
"Fill me up, Tommy. Cum in my pussy, baby. I'm close too. Keep talking to me. You're gonna make me cum."
An evil smirk on his face as he gave up, trying to hold anything back. His hips starting to piston into you. The headboard of your bed beginning to bang against the wall as Tommy began pounding into you. His intense blue eyes locked with yours and his nose nuzzling against you as he spoke. Urging you on.
"That's it, love. Don't hold back. Let go for me. Fuck, you feel so incredible. Thought about this every night and it's even better than I could have imagined. Feel like this cunt was made for me. Is this my cunt? Cum on my cock and prove it to me, love. Cum for me."
All it took was his order to send you over the edge. Your back arching and a ragged moan pulled from your chest as your body began to shudder. The feel of you cumming allowing Tommy to finally let go. His last few thrusts becoming sloppy as he followed your lead into orgasmic bliss. The feeling of him shooting his warm load inside your cunt prolonging your own orgasm.
After a moment to catch your breath, Tommy leaned down to place another kiss on your lips. Less heated and hurried but no less passionate. Then he slowly pulled out of you and rolled to the side. Urging you to lift your head so he could thread one around underneath and wrap it around your shoulder. Wanting to hold you close but not wanting to smother you.
When Tommy finally broke the silence, it startled you a little. Part of you had still expected him to just get up and leave. You certainly weren't expecting him to say what he did.
"Thank you."
You couldn't help the guffaw that came from your body. Quickly elaborating before he got the wrong idea from your reaction.
"For what, fucking you?"
Luckily, he seemed to find your response funny and gave a chuckle of his own before he elaborated. His voice getting softer as he let down his armor, something he had rarely done before, and let you inside. Rolling over to face you and wrapping one atm around your middle to pull you closer to him. His aquamarine eyes were bright and clear as he looked deeply into your eyes.
"For everything. So technically yes, thank you for fucking me, but more than that thank you for everything else you've done for me. For letting me stay here despite having no idea where I was or how I got here. For trusting me when I know others told you not to. For teaching me how to navigate this world. For giving me a chance. For all of it. Thank you."
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keep that pretty mouth shut
kinktober, day nine
a/n: it is truly not okay how this man still has so much power over me, no matter how many years it's been, just look at me and i'm fucking dead
warnings: tommy shelby x reader, smut, established relationship, public sex, wall sex, low-key mirror sex, dirty talk, penetrative sex
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The pictures on the wall behind you rattled at every breath-taking thrust, the usual bustle of the pub behind it vibrated clean through. Head hazily tilting to the side, your eyes caught sight of the dusty mirror on the far side wall and the display in it that forced you to let out a shuttering moan.
“Shh,” Tommy’s hand shot up to clamp over your lips, “you promised you’d be quiet,” his desperate efforts didn’t slow down one bit as he growled underneath his breath, “you’re not fucking quiet.”
“I’m sorry, Tommy,” you whispered, teeth nearly sinking into his palm as you drooled, “it’s just so-”
“I know, I know, love,” his piercing eyes bore into yours, “save your praise till later, I’d love to hear them then,” fingers digging into your thigh that was hoisted up around him, pushing your crumbled dress further up, he then ordered, “but for now keep that pretty mouth shut.”
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Kinktober 2023 | Day Five — Thomas Shelby + overstimulation, bondage
Pairing -> sub!thomas shelby x dom!reader
Warnings -> smut (minors dni), overstimulation, bondage, riding, mild choking
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Tommy whimpered — actually whimpered, the first time you ever heard such a noise leave his lips.
You were both in his bed, his hands tied up to each side of the headboard, you on his dick, bouncing and riding like your life depended on it. It took oh so long to get him to agree to this. He hadn’t liked the idea of being bound, even though he’d done it to you before, but eventually, he relented.
You were glad he trusted you enough for this. It’s not like you were going to slit his throat or anything, but the idea of him vulnerable in front of you made your heart flutter and warm up like a fireplace.
You bent over and gave him a kiss on the side of his lips.
He growled, tilting his head to the side, but you pulled away. “I — I want a proper kiss.”
“Do you now?”
Tommy threw his head back on the pillow, thrusting his hips up. “It’s only fair, eh?” He let out a strangled groan. “You’ve been teasing me, overstimulating me . . .”
You obliged and gave him a quick kiss, not enough to satisfy him, but enough to keep him at bay for the moment.
“Don’t be like that,” you said, letting out a moan once you felt his cock reach that deep spot inside of you. “You only came once before, are you telling me it’s too much?”
“Liar.” He shook his head. “You sucked me off — at — at the party, remember? Earlier today?”
You feigned confusion. “No.
“This’ll be the third time,” Tommy breathed out, tugging on his ropes.
“It’ll be the second,” you corrected, even though you were wrong. “The third time will be after this.”
Tommy’s eyes widened at the realization. “Again?” He let out another whine, his hips squirming away. “Ah, fuck.”
“Is that a problem?” you asked, a cheeky grin on your face.
He hissed. “N-no.” But it was clear all the pleasure was getting to him.
A few more bounces was all it took for both of you to come. You halted your movements, wanting to take a breather. You rested your hands on his chest, as Tommy begged for you to take off his restraints.
“No, Tommy. You agreed to it, now follow through.”
Tommy shook his head. “Sweetheart,” he warned, low and dangerous. “You’re driving me crazy. Take them off. I need to touch you.”
You knew he didn’t really want them off. If he wanted he could just escape, which you were sure he knew how to do. Or he could use the safe word you both installed early on in the relationship.
So you let him suffer and started moving again, your hands wrapping around his throat. Another whine escaped from his lips, along with a cry of your name.
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˚₊✩‧₊◜kinktober 2023! ―
― day thirteen ⛧ gun kink
Tommy Shelby x Reader
Tommy uses his favorite gun on you.
warnings: smut, gun kink, mentions/ descriptions of a gun, unprotected sex, penetrative sex, nipple play (at the end)
word count: 713
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Right now, all you know is that you’re incredibly full. And it feels so wrong yet so right. The coolness of metal rests upon your warm tongue as you lick around the barrel of the gun in your mouth. Tommy was secretly loving this way more than he should. There are no bullets inside, and the safety is on, of course, but the sight of you and your pretty mouth around his favorite gun is doing something to him. Tommy has you on your hands and knees on the bed as he fucks your mouth with the gun, his cock growing harder every time the barrel disappears between your lips. As much as Tommy would like to watch you lose yourself while sucking off his weapon, he climbs behind you, moving the gun out of your mouth and to your temple. You’re already naked and spread open for him, giving him a beautiful view of your soaking cunt. Tommy pumps his length a few times as you curve your spine for him, lifting your ass further into the air. He grabs your hip with his free hand, pressing his tip to your wet entrance, sliding it up and down to gather your arousal before pushing in slowly. Spreading your asscheeks to get a better look, Tommy admires how his cock slides into your pussy so perfectly. It’s like you were made for him and him only. The gun is still against your temple as Tommy sheaths himself fully inside you.
“Love my gun pressed to your head, huh?” Tommy leans in your ear, nibbling at the skin there, “Wan’ me to fuck ye with a fuckin pistol to your skull?”
“Yes sir,” you purr, pushing your ass flush against his pelvis.
Tommy groans before removing himself from you, much to your disappointment. But then he slams back into you, causing you to lurch forward as you feel him buried in your stomach. Tommy slides the tip of the gun to the back of your head as he yanks a fistful of hair back, making your face turn upward to his.
“Such a good girl for me,” Tommy pants as he gains a steady pace as he fucks you, the gun almost painfully shoving into your head as he speeds up.
“Uh-huh,” you moan, the curve of his cock rubbing inside you deliciously, “Just like that, Tommy.”
“Just like that?” Tommy starts to quickly slam into your squelching cunt, your arousal seeping out around him as he watches with delight, “My big cock feel good in that cunt of yours?”
“Y-Yes,” you whimper as he hits a particularly soft spot inside you, “Feels s’ good.”
Tommy grunts as he fucks you as hard as he can, aiming the gun at the base of your skull. He groans and mumbles about how good your pussy is and how perfect it is for him, ushering your stomach to curl into a warm ball. Tommy tosses the gun to the end of the bed and begins to swipe his fingers over your clit, his other hand still pressing bruises into the flesh of your hips.
“Cum for me, darling,” Tommy says, his fingertips adding slight pressure to your bundle of nerves as he rubs it into tight circles, “‘Wanna feel that sweet pussy clench around my cock.”
With one particular flick of your clit, your orgasm washes over you, the intense feeling causing you to convulse around Tommy’s length as he continues to thrust inside you. The sensation of you pulsating around him makes him cum next, filling you to the brim with his warm release. Pulling out of you, Tommy slaps your cunt, causing you to yelp. He chuckles as he climbs to the top of the bed, admiring your puffy and used pussy that was still spread open. He lays down and licks his lips as he watches it clench around nothing. You finally catch your breath and crawl over to Tommy, curling up beside him. He massages your breasts as he often does, enjoying how you shiver as he pinches your sensitive nipples.
“You’re so gorgeous,” Tommy whispers, “You make me feral, I tell you.”
You shake your head, removing his hands from your breasts as the stimulation becomes too much.
“I can tell.”
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day twenty-three: knife play with thomas shelby
pairing: Thomas Shelby x f!reader
word count: 608
warnings: knife, little blood, fingering
a/n: First fic back, yay! Would Tommy probably have a gun instead? Probably but just go with me on this one.
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Breaking into Thomas Shelby’s house was easier than you thought. Though, it was more like an estate than a house. Well aren’t I lucky, you thought. You got inside and snuck through the house, struggling to find his office in the dark. You were to get in, get out, and get far away from there.
You scoured the halls, not making a single sound. Intuition told you to check the door to your left. You turned the nob and it opened quietly. You stood in the door frame, triumphant. Right as you moved, an arm snaked around your waist and you felt something cold on your neck.
“It’s not polite to show up to someone’s house unannounced,” whispered Tommy.
“Thomas Shelby, what a pleasure it is to finally meet you.” He pressed the metal on your skin, not enough to cause an abrasion, but enough for you to feel the threat of cool metal on your warm skin. Your breath hitched as his body pressed against yours, making you shiver.
He kept his voice low, “Now you’re going to tell me who sent you. And I will let you go.”
“I cannot give you that information, Mr. Shelby,” you whispered.
“I’m not going to take it by force, but I supposed I’ll just have to fuck it out of you instead.” Before you could question him he forced you over to his desk, removing the knife from your neck to clear off part of the desk. You hinged at the waist as he bent you over the desk. You looked back at him.
“Say the word, and I’ll stop. Otherwise, this might not be enjoyable. What’ll it be?”
“Fuck me, Mr. Shelby,” you said biting your lip. He lifted your dress and slipped the blade underneath your various undergarments and cut through them with ease. Once bare, he dragged the knife along your ass, teasing you with the blade.
You could have sworn he cut you. You reached back and felt around. When you checked your hand there was a smudged bit of blood on your fingertips.
“Mr. Shelby, I believe you drew blood.”
“I believe I did.” His fingers found their way to your entrance. He felt as your wet hole took him in. He moved slowly as he prepped you. Satified with how wet you were, he laid the flat against your pussy.
“Are you ready to tell me who sent you?” His fingers curled inside you and your back arched.
“No, Mr. Shelby. I think you’re going to have to try harder.”
He removed the knife and you felt him line himself up and thrust in you, hard. He started thrusting and pulling you up by the neck, your body now right up against his. He moved his hand to your waist. The previously forgotten knife found its way back to your neck. Tommy turned the edge away from you, careful not to accidentally slit your throat. Even still, the fact that there was even a chance he could cut you was thrilling. Your moans filled the room as his pace evened out. The items on the desk trembled.
“By the end of the night, you will give me the information I need or I will put this blade to good use.” He tried to sound threatening, but a bit of play came out in his voice. The blade found its way to the side of your right thigh, moving up slowly. You grabbed onto the edge of the desk, needing to hold onto something as a chill ran down your spine.
Breathlessly, you quipped back, “I’d quite like to see you try, Mr. Shelby.”
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Cry, Baby
[A/N: I mean… did we really think I could have a month dedicated to kink without Thomas Shelby?]
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Pairing: Tommy Shelby x female reader (spanking, dacryphilia)
“How many times-” Tommy grits out, his hand cracking against your flesh and sending a jolt along the entire length of your spine, “How many fucking times have I told you not to come into my office when the door is closed?”
“I’m sorry,” you whine, choking on your apology when he slaps your ass again before roughly palming one of your cheeks.
“And what was it you needed, hm?”
“Just-ah!- wanted to see you, Tommy, love,” you answer, the blush blooming across your face matching your skin reddened by Tommy’s punishing right hand.
“You’re lying to me,” he responds easily, momentarily pausing on doling out your discipline to tug your panties aside and sink his middle finger knuckle deep into your soaked cunt. “And you know how I feel about that, pet.”
You let out a low moan before coming to your senses and pressing on, “Not a lie! I did want to see you.”
“And?” Tommy goads, curling his finger to massage your walls while you squirm in his lap, uselessly rutting against his muscular thigh.
“And-” You hesitate, your voice growing softer before confessing, “And I wanted you to fuck me.”
He laughs at that, low and deep in his throat, before slapping you again, lower this time so his palm comes into contact with your aching pussy, and simply responds, “I know.” You let out a sharp cry at the sudden sting of pain, and Tommy repeats the action three more times in rapid succession until he can feel your tears darkening his grey slacks and you can feel the evidence of his arousal pressing into your stomach where you’re folded over his lap.
“That’s it, pet,” he murmurs with a wicked grin, raking his fingers through your hair and yanking your head back so he can see your ruddy, tear-stained cheeks. “You know I love it when you cry for me.” You take in a shuddering breath that morphs into a hiccuped sob when palm meets flesh again, and Tommy lets out a low groan in response.
You feel debauched, degraded, and utterly fucking beautiful.
Turning your head to look up at your love, his brooding visage blurred through wet eyelashes, you smile at him and murmur, “I love you, Tommy.”
He leans down, his tongue darting out to catch a stray tear rounding the apple of your cheek before slipping past your lips in a heady, all-consuming kiss that leaves you breathless. “And I love you, naughty thing. Now, what are you going to do next time that door is closed, hm?”
With a cheeky grin, you ask innocently, “Come in and beg for attention?”
He lets out a sharp exhale in time with his palm striking your ass again, growling something under his breath vaguely reminiscent of incorrigible brat. Then he lets your dress fall back into place before lifting you into his arms, and you tuck your face into the crook of his neck, happily breathing in his familiar smell.
Tommy can feel your wet lashes brushing against his skin every time you blink, and his cock twitches in his pants at the thought of those teary eyes looking up at him while he fucks your throat raw. He opens the door to his office, reveling in your soft gasp when you hear the muttered voices of the men Tommy was meeting with obediently waiting in the long hall. Clearing his throat as he passes by with you cradled in his arms, he announces with a smirk, “Gentlemen, we’ll pick this up tomorrow.”
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KINKTOBER DAY 3: Tommy Shelby x Degrading
Filthy
Tommy Shelby x Fem!Reader
Tags: Degrading, P in V, Unprotected Sex, Cream Pie
! Smut Warning !
There were many sides to Thomas shelby when it came to, well.. everything, but specifically sexually; and in a sense, it was rather like you held a key to each one, free to enable them whenever you wished - and honestly, you had a particularly good feeling about today.
Sat opposite the man, the opportunity sparked like fireworks, not a trace of sensibility pumping through your veins. Tommy had endured a stressful day, that much could be gathered from his expression alone, and you were beyond willing to be his outlet.
Breaking the - merely momentary - silence, you, quite amused, piped up, "I'm gonna go get a drink, you sure you don't want anything other than that cig?"
"No, I'm alright." He monotoned, barely a flicker within his face, let alone a smile - though, to be fair, that was usual.
"If you insist." You mimicked his flat tone, suppressing a slight amusement as you took to an abrupt, purposeful stance. Barely diminishing any of his office's distance, you pattered mere steps to reach Tommy. Leaning a little downward, you sealed any lingering distance, planting a sweet, soft peck to his lips before taking a swift pivot to fulfil your promise of an exit.
Without the passing of a single moment, a familiar, unyielding grasp swivelled you round, body suddenly yanked back as you slipped atop his lap. Heat flushing through your cheeks, you met the rough, callous surrounding of Tommy's hand as it splayed over the back of your neck, pulling your mouth to his.
Seizing a fists-worth of your hair, he tugged you backwards, intoxicated by the most glorious balance of passion and exasperation. Friction kindled between rubbing fabrics, kiss deepened by the sheer insatiability of your intertwining tongues.
"Off." He ordered, a thick, tension-doused breath seeping through the connection.
God, there really was such an inevitable thrill in the nature of which Tommy spat out directions - it only injected you with confidence that your assumption of how he was feeling today was correct.
Standing from your position atop his lap, you began to rid your body of its garments, parting your lips to speak, "Thought you said you were alright?"
He merely grumbled, breath flooded with vexation as he began freeing himself of all fabrics.
The pair of you soon entirely stripped of concealment, you returned to your placement upon his lap. With a deep, sultry groan, Tommy's formerly released erection eased into you, swiftly pushing inside the slickness of your hole.
He, once more, stationed a firm, rather frustrated grasp upon your hair - eyelids momentarily screwing together as he adjusted to your familiar, sodden warmth.
You passed a thick, preparatory gulp, following it with a sharp inhale, "Take it out on me."
Tommy raised a brow, rather challenging your request, his action as if to say 'Oh, really?' - well, that and the subtlety of his smirk. You met the wordless communication with the simplicity of a nod, stomach burning with anticipation as you felt his opposing hand slam against the thick, naked flesh of your hips.
"Yeah, that what you want?" He taunted, voice low and infected with its so usual graveness. Eliciting a soft, heavily pleasured waver from your lips, Tommy so abruptly planted his first thrust, pulling you against its ferocity - allowing his tip to hit, to satisfy, a phenomenal deepness. "You want me to use you, eh?"
Immoral as it sounded, this response had you rather glad to know of Tommy's stressful day. You attempted to downplay your urge to display a quite frantic nod, intensity a castaway.
"Mhm." The word transmitted through a weighty, steaming cloud of breath, your walls clenching around their fulfilment as you revelled in such a divine rhythm of bounces.
At that, Tommy so abruptly altered the position, flipping the connection to the inflaming likes of your body bent over his desk, his callous hands clutching your hips as he stood - bucking - behind.
The rocking of his pelvis furthered in potency, motions growing vigorous as his fingers prodded at your flesh with each stroke. Exasperated moans seeped through your lips as his skin slapped against yours, length mercilessly throbbing within you, perfectly tantalising your tight, sopping hole.
"That's it, take it." He spat, body performing a relentless, though desperate, collision with yours.
Speech pumping through your veins, the pulses of your clit breached a previously un-touched level, heart racing as Tommy pounded into your dripping cunt. Your bare - increasingly balmy - frame rocked against the well-polished, now disorganised, desk with the force of each thrust.
"Just a fuckin' whore, eh?" Tommy grunted, sheer gruffness overpowering his breath as the solidity of his shaft glided between your slick walls with such great ease, "A filthy fuckin' whore."
The blissful weight of rolling hips sparked an air-full of lustful expressions, soft whines merging with low groans as Tommy stretched further inside you.
"Shit, please.." You stammered, overgrown breaths shadowing your words - leaving them barely audible as you were utterly swamped by the gratification of your nude, firmly-held behind assisting the deepest reaches, jerked against each thrust.
At your plea, a low, grittily rich chuckle drifted from the mouth of the man behind you, his body looming nearer to your own as such extremely brief, sloppy kisses decorated your jaw.
"You like when I use you, hm?" He teased, "Just my whore to use, isn't that right?"
Ignited by the lustful diminishments, you couldn't at all squash your frenzied nods.
Hole beginning a pattern of convulsion, the upward slope of a release began to steepen in the very pit of your stomach.
"I'm getting close.." You announced, information only enlightening a seemingly hypnotised Tommy - his sense of self intoxicated by the way your drenched cunt squeezed his cock.
"Fuck, so am I." He returned, words breathy and loose of dignity.
Flawlessly, the pulses of his tip tantalised your own sensitivities, orgasm building to its very brink as he continued to thrust his body in rhythm with yours.
The sharpest of moans darted from your mouth, release gushing over your entirety with a force much alike a fuse going off within you.
The inexorable spasming of Tommy's shaft between your folds suddenly expanded - familiar, hot ribbons spreading through your arousal. A dense, quite stuffy exhale departed his lips as he came undone within the warmth of your twitching cunt.
Twisting your head back, your gaze caught his own, a playful, undeniably triumphant smirk on your lips, "Feel better now?"
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Day 3: Engraved in the Flesh || Finn Shelby x Reader
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TW: Kinktober prompt- marked, canonical violence, violent sexual practice, spanking, marking kink, non-protected sex, allusion to anal
Words: 630.
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The family never suspected something to be wrong with the youngest of the tribe. After all, he had been lucky enough not to know the ugly truth of war nor the physical and emotional torment of hunger or poverty. If anything, Finn had grown up under Polly’s loving wing. Even if he was accustomed with gangs violence, he never truly took part of it before his brothers deemed him old enough. Arthur, Tommy and John worked hard so that he would never had to take a bullet like they did. They wanted him to be a general, not a disposable and vulnerable soldier. When he started to hang out with the pastor’s daughter, his Aunt was delighted. All of Birmingham knew how kind and quiet Y/N was. Holy Saint among the sinners, the young woman often wandered in the gritty streets of Small Heath with a basket filled with food she usually distributed to the poorest souls. Y/N left a bright sunshine in her wake, all the darkness of the place caught in her long coal black hair. Rumors said that when she smiled, even the most wicked men couldn’t lay a finger on her, all blissed out by her beauty and her divine aura of peacefulness. The bruises on her delicate skin? She was just incredibly clumsy. That was what her father always told her! And when she wasn’t bumping or tripping, the heavy basket she carried marked the flesh of her forearms.
But when the night came and the devils danced under the pale moonlight, she disappeared through her window and ran away from home, swallowed by the dull forest nearby. Y/N hid in an old vargo that belonged to the Shelby family, guided by the weak string lights hanging at the door, and she impatiently waited for Finn Shelby to appear in the doorway with a bottle of whisky in one hand, and a red rose in the other. Then their sordid and obscene ritual started, always following the same order: He slipped the flower in her hair, its crimson and velvety petals enhancing her beauty and suiting the color of the lipstick she had stolen from her mother. Then, they made the temperature rise, hands roaming on flesh clothes flying across the vardo. Only when the bottle of whisky was empty and their arousal reaching its limits, he assaulted her tight cunt with violent and rapid thrusts. A glistening and fragile pussy that only knew his cock. No one else’s. The way her warmth and wetness wrapped him sent his soul to heaven, making his lashes flutter. He was supposed to be a nice boy. She was supposed to be a holy and virginal girl.
So why? Why were they fucking like animals each night in the woods, filling the air with moans, flesh snapping sound and sweat? Why did he bend her over and spank her with his suit’s belt — and why did she enjoy it, her love juice trailing down her thighs more and more at each new beating? Finn grunted in her mouth when he came, painting her walls white and keeping her full til the morning. That was how Y/N liked him: engraved in her flesh, and dripping from her sore holes.
“Tsss, be more careful Y/N. You’re black and blue.” Her father scolded her, eyes rolling with annoyance at his daughter’s carelessness that revealed itself through her purplish bruises on her legs, thighs and neck. Little he knew that all her skin had been painted blue, immaculate flesh turned into a masterpiece by the brush of a mad artist. Y/N was both the canva and the muse, letting Finn Shelby turned her into what their love had always been: nothing gentle but the embodiment of Sin.
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Kinktober Day 10- Pet Play
warnings: pet play, cockwarming, dom/sub dynamics, vaginal sex, 18+ minors DNI
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Tommy had always wanted a dog. Growing up he never had one, playing with the strays on the street instead. Now, he doesn’t have time to take care of a pet. Not one so reliant on him, anyway.
That’s why he has you. You’re obedient, never causing any trouble or making messes he has to clean up. You love to play, but you’re content sitting at his feet as long as he pets you every now and then. You’re good at fetch; you always get him his matchbook or a glass for his whiskey whenever he asks. And best of all, you have a tight cunt you’re eager to let him use whenever he wants it.
You’re not a prostitute, he made that much clear when your arrangement started. You’re on his payroll for the company you provide, not the sex. Whatever you do with your cunt is between you and Tommy, not the business.
He got you a custom made collar from the leather worker down the street, and your role has been set ever since. You’re Tommy Shelby’s puppy. Loyal, obedient, perfect.
Today Tommy is in a particularly sour mood. A business deal fell through or something, you never know the specifics, and he’s been angry all afternoon.
You know better not to pester him, especially when he’s like this, but you truly hate seeing him upset. You’ve been kneeling at his feet and he hasn’t even pet you in over an hour. You paw at his pant leg to get his attention.
“What is it?” he asks without looking down at you.
“Do you need anything, sir?” you ask.
He shakes his head and sighs heavily. “If I needed something, I’d take it. Keep quiet, pet.”
You pout but take his instruction and stay silent. You walk forward on your knees to rest your cheek against his thigh. He sighs again but doesn’t chastise you for it. Still, he doesn’t pet you.
You stay like that for a while, but you can feel his tension and you hate when he won’t tell you what he needs.
“Is there anything I can do for you?”
“No,” he replies, frustration evident in his voice.
“I can help you relax, sir.”
Tommy slams his fist onto the solid oak top of his desk. “I don’t need your fucking help. I’m trying to work.”
You huff. You don’t usually act like this, but Tommy is never usually so dismissive of you.
“I was going to offer to sit on your cock while you work, but I guess you’re too busy.”
It was petty, but it peaked Tommy’s interest. His large hand cups the back of your neck and you look up at him.
“You’ve never acted this way before,” he says with an unreadable tone.
“I just want to help you, sir.”
Tommy's jaw clenches and he sighs heavily. Then, he reaches down to loop his finger in the ring of your collar and pulls you up to your feet. You watch as he undoes his pants and takes out his soft cock.
He looks up at you expectantly, waiting for you to service him. You grasp his dick and begin to stroke him gently, working him up to full hardness. It doesn't take long; Tommy can never resist your soft hands.
Once he's at full mast, you pull up your dress and straddle his lap. His cock slides into you slowly and once he's fully seated, you wiggle your hips to get comfortable.
"Stop fuckin' moving. I've got work to do," Tommy gruffs.
You nod and rest your chin on his shoulder. You sit still like a good girl while he fills out whatever paperwork is on his desk. You can feel the tension in his muscles release a bit as time passes, your cunt obviously doing the trick.
You don't move your body, but your walls clench around him every now and then. You're not doing it on purpose, you just can't help it. It feels so good being full of Tommy's dick.
"Puppy," Tommy says, breaking the almost hour of silence.
"Yes, sir?"
"You're distracting me."
"I'm sorry, sir. I swear I'm not doing it on purpose," you say with a pout, trying to look as honest as possible.
Tommy puts his pen down and leans back in his chair, creating space between your face and his so he can get a good look at you.
"Cunt's just that desperate for me, eh?" You nod. "Well I suppose I've worked hard enough for one day. I could use a bit of stress release."
Tommy's hands land on your hips and he begins to rock you back and forth. Tommy never was strong willed when it came to you.
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Kinktober 2023 - Day 4
NSFW Alphabet with Tommy Shelby
Smut - Explicit content - NSFW - 18+ only!
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
Tommy has a bit of a learning curve, but he's not terrible. If you need a glass of water, he'll grab you one, and he'll help you clean yourselves up. He'll hold you, but he doesn't really cuddle with you until he has started really falling for you. Then he starts to let his guard down and really shows you what he's feeling, which helps him know how you're feeling. After that, he is much softer after sex, almost starting to anticipate what you need before you even tell him.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
For him, it's your waist. He loves holding onto you. Especially at home when it's just the two of you. No matter how big or small you are, he thinks your waist is the absolute perfect size for him to wrap his arms around. In particular, he loves hugging you from behind and wrapping his arms around you while setting his chin on your shoulder. At night, he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you into him like you're his own personal security blanket. Basically, he feels much happier and relaxed when he has a hold of your waist.
For you, it's a tie between his beautiful full lips and his incredible blue eyes. They are both so striking, and both make you weak in the knees. His eyes render you speechless sometimes. If you catch him staring at you across the room, you almost feel stuck in place. Like his eyes are boring into your flesh as he watches you. His lips are just so insanely kissable. Like, really, how are you not kissing him 24 hours a day? They're even harder to resist when he gets that pout on his face. You've never seen a man with such full pretty lips, and you don't think you will ever find one prettier than Tommy. His lips are also just as soft as they look.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
He wants to cum inside you all the time. He's not a huge fan of cumming on your body or face, but he will if you ask. He does like you to swallow if you give him a blow job. He loves the idea that when he cums in you he's marking you as his. We know that Tommy is very possessive and the primal urge to fill you up is strong. If you have a quickie or something at the office or a party you will be walking around with his cum dripping out of you either into your panties or down your thighs. Basically he just loves filling you up and the idea that he might knock you up makes it extra hot for him. Creampie and breeding kinks for sure! You may end up with lots of kids and/or pregnancy scares.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
He can actually be incredibly romantic. It's just something he hides from most of the world now. You are the exception. He likes surprising you with all sorts of gifts, and behind closed doors can be a very touchy feely, almost sometimes verging on clingy. He loves to kiss and nuzzle into your neck. He also likes surprising you by setting the mood with lots of candles and wine. You have suspicions that Tommy was more openly romantic before his experience in the war. Polly has told you he more openly wore his heart on his sleeve back then. That that Tommy is the one that never came back from France. Maybe the romantic gestures are a look at the boy he used to be, and the man still hiding in there behind the scars and tough facade.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
Let's be honest here, Tommy is a bit of a hoe. He's been around the block more than a few times. Good news for you is that that means he definitely knows what he's doing. He has a little bit of short man syndrome. He takes pride in being able to please you. Sex with Tommy isn't over until both of you have cum at least once. Preferably multiple times. His goal is to have you screaming his name every time he fucks you. He also wants to prove his faithfulness to you by making you cum every chance he gets. His cock belongs to you and no one else. You are his ride or die and he wants to make sure you know it.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Missionary, mating press, and cowgirl. Tommy is big on eye contact, so positions where he can see and watch your face are his favorites. He wants to watch your face contort in pleasure as he fucks you senseless. He wants to kiss and bite at your lips and neck. He'll whisper sweet and filthy things to you as he slowly thrusts in and out of you, your nails raking down his back and your legs around his waist trying to pull him even deeper inside you. He also likes to hold your hands with your fingers interlaced while he brings you to climax. If he's feeling overwhelmed he wants you to ride him. He likes laying back and watching you bounce on his cock. Torn between watching your face, your tits bouncing, or your wet cunt swallowing his cock. His hands resting on your hips, helping you set your pace. When he gets close he'll start thrusting up from underneath you.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
Tommy is never goofy. Like ever. He may make a sassy smartass or comment during sex just to wind you up, but that's about as humorous as he gets during your sexy times. He's more sarcastic and dry humor than 'haha' funny the majority of the time, and this is no different. Usually, though, sex with Tommy is a serious affair.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
He definitely trims regularly. Appearance is clearly important to him, and that includes below the belt, even if it's only you and him that see it. He would probably expect the same of you unless you were very pregnant or post birth, or other times when it just wouldn't be feasible. He appreciates a bit of hair and wouldn't want you bare. He wants you to look like a woman. He wouldn't shame you for not trimming or anything, but he might tell you how much he likes going down on you right after you clean things up a little. Tell you how much more he can feel you and how wet you get when your hair is shorter.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
Tommy can be very intimate and intense. It's just the way he is, but it does make for some truly mind-blowing sex. He loves making eye contact and holding hands with you while he's fucking you. He pays such close attention to how your body reacts to him. Every little moan and whimper from your lips telling him exactly how you're feeling in the moment. When he's on top he keeps his face close to yours or buries his face in your neck. Biting and nipping at your skin and whispering in a low voice how incredible you feel and how good you are being for him. All of his intensity has given you some truly Earth shattering orgasms and you are sure it won't be changing anytime soon.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
He'd rather have sex with you than jerk off, but he actually does it more now than he used to. You were very adamant when you fot together that infidelity was something you would not tolerate, and he knew you were serious, so he doesn't even want to be tempted. So if you aren't around and he is even a little bit horny, he will take matters into his own hands. He thinks about you when he jerks off. Replaying your past encounters or imagining what he wants to do to you next time he gets a hold of you. He still had plenty of energy, and cum, left for you though. In fact, if he could have it his way, you two would probably never leave the bedroom and he would always be able to have you instead of his own hand.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Breeding kink to the max. This man loves the idea of getting you pregnant. What better way to show that you belong to him than having you waddling around carrying his baby and having a whole brode of children with you? He will tell you over and over how much he loves filling you up with his cum and how bad he wants to breed you. If you ask him to breed you he will turn downright feral and start pounding into you. Even if you already have several little Shelby's running around, Tommy is always willing to risk another if he can watch his cum leaking out of you.
He also has a bit of a sir kink. He's usually a bit more dominant in the bedroom, and if he's feeling really dominant, he wants you to call him sir or even Mr. Shelby, pretending you are one of the maids or a nanny if he's feeling a bit kinky. He loves the idea that you are at his command. His good girl who is oh so well behaved for him. Of course, if you forget and call him Tommy or a pet name, he may have to punish you. You'll need to apologize after your spanking, and then he'll happily finger you while you're still draped over his lap.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
If it's a quickie, all he needs is a quiet place, but for your longer sessions, he prefers you large shared bed. There's lots of space for him to get you in any position he wants, and the two of you usually do end up all over the bed. He's also much more relaxed in your shared bedroom at Arrow House. He knows it's safe to really let his guard down. He becomes the Tommy Shelby that only you get to see. There's no one to interrupt and nothing to distract either of you. Behind those heavy wooden doors and in those silk sheets, it is just you and him. Sometimes, it almost feels like the world around you stops once he closes those doors. You wish it could be that way all the time.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Occasionally, his motivation will be an attempt to clear his mind. Using sex as a way of trying to relieve stress, frustration, and anger. This is especially true if he drags you away for a quickie. He also gets incredibly turned on by knowing that you are his and his alone. If you've been at a party or event and were oblivious to how many other men were eye fucking you, instead spending the entire time snuggled into his side and hanging onto his arm making it known you only have eyes for Tommy, he will barely be able to control himself on the drive home. You are his port in a storm and on any given night you are all the motivation he needs to get going and want to fuck you into the mattress.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
You are his property, and the only way another man will ever touch you again is over his cold, dead body. He may tease you with the threat of fucking you in front of a whole room of people. Or if a man is flirting with you he'll ask you if he should invite the man to watch him make you scream for his cock. That way there is not even an inkling of confusion about who you belong to. All of those are just threats though. No man other than him and maybe a medical professional will ever see you naked again, let alone touch you, and even the doctor will have a little conversation with Tommy about not touching or staring unless it's absolutely necessary. He even gets a little jealous when you dance with Arthur or John. If their hands slip a little too low on your back grazing your ass or he catches them ogling your tits he'll be cutting in with a sharp glare. Even Finn and Michael are not immune to his jealous glares even though he knows they are both far too young for you to think of in that way.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Tommy likes to both give and receive. He will never say no to a blow job. He absolutely loves to call you into his study if he's having a long stressful day and asking you to help him relax. Nothing makes him feel better than your mouth swallowing him down. Well maybe your cunt, but your mouth is a very close 2nd. He also loves how you fall apart for him when he eats your pussy. How you grip his hair when he licks at you and the way you start to whimper when he sucks on your clit. He will never get tired of the way your body shakes and you cry out his name as you cum in his mouth. You taste like the most incredible wine he's ever tasted. You're intoxicating and he will happily drink down every drop you will give him.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Quickies are always fast and rough, but usually, Tommy prefers to be slow and sensual. He loves to take his time. Thrusting into you almost painfully slowly at first. He wants you to feel every inch of his cock as it stretches you. He wants to make you whine and moan for him. He will wait until you are begging him to go faster before he finally starts to speed up. Even then his thrusts stay controlled and deep. He loves making eye contact, kissing you, and talking to you during sex. So a slower pace allows him to do all of those things. He does get a little rougher and faster when he's close to cumming, but even then it's sensual.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Usually, if he wants a quickie, it's to relieve stress or frustration. They are usually rough and fast. You both stay mostly clothed. If he's having a particularly rough day, he may hang onto your panties as a sort of stress toy for the rest of the day. They usually happen on or over his desk or against a wall. Quickies are not necessarily his favorite thing, but they are a much better way to let out frustration than drinking or yelling. He prefers to have lots of time with you. He wants you completely naked and making all those beautiful noises for him. That's his least favorite part about quickies. That you usually have to be quiet. He wants to hear you moan and beg for him.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
He takes calculated risks, both in business and in the bedroom. He is willing to try lots of things. Want to try a new position? He's down. Want to have sex on the dining room table? He'll give Frances the night off. Want him to spank you a little? All you have to do is ask. What he doesn't take risks with is your safety. It may seem like he's being possessive or controlling. Wanting to know who you are going out with or not letting you out of his sight at the races, but he does it for your safety. The same translates to the bedroom. He won't do anything that could really harm you. The farthest he will go is a bit of choking. With that, he's interested in playing with both giving and receiving.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
He can go for hours and is usually good for at least two rounds. Especially if there's a few hours in between. A naughty romp before going to sleep and then another round right when you wake up is the perfect timing for him. Even if you are only down for one round, he will make sure it lasts. He is not a minute man by any means. He will take his time with foreplay beforehand. Taking his time touching and undressing you before he even tries to put his cock inside you. He will stop fucking you if he feels like he's getting too close and start eating eating your pussy. Then after he makes you cum he'll go right back to fucking you. He will make sure you are both satisfied and worn out once you are done.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
Obviously, toys weren't a big thing then. In fact vibrators were only just being invented, and that was as a treatment for hysteria. However, if toys were more common, I feel like Tommy would be the type of guy who is able to see the benefits. Especially a vibrator that he could use on you. Maybe not so much a dildo or something you could use in place of his cock, but something that you could use together in bed. He would probably also love it if he happened to walk in on you using your vibrator. Saying something about how since you just couldn't wait for him to get home he wanted you to finish what you were doing, and put on a show for him. He wouldn't use them every time you fucked but he would definitely pull them out for special occasions, or if he wanted to overstimulate you.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
His middle name could be tease. He knows exactly how to get you turned on and wanting him, and he abuses that knowledge frequently. If he's bored at a party, his favorite thing to do is occupy himself by flirting with you and teasing you. He'll start to kiss at your neck or grab your ass when no one is looking. He'll whisper in your ear how much he can't wait to get you home, strip you naked, and fuck your in front the fireplace. Of course if you try to tease him back you better be prepared for what happens when you get home. He won't object to you sitting in his lap and wiggling your ass around to get him aroused. You don't know how he manages to keep such a cool composure while you massage and stroke his cock through his pants under the table. That's a sure fire way to make sure you're gonna get fucked against a wall as soon as you get back to Arrow House.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Tommy loves a bit of dirty talk, and he absolutely loves all the noises that you make. He will tell you how beautiful you are and how good you feel. Mixing both sweet praises and filthy commands in your ear. Changing from one to the other effortlessly. "You are so perfect, love, my little angel made to take my fucking cock. Yeah you love getting stretched open on my cock don't you?". He's fully aware that at times you can't respond with coherent sentences and he is fine with that as long as you don't hold back your beautiful moans and whimpers. He'll mix in his own grunts and groans that sound oh so delicious when you can pull them from him. Even during quickies he likes to talk to you and has a hard time being quiet if you are in a public place.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
Tommy can be a bit of a pillow princess. We've all seen that he likes the cowgirl position, but what we don't see are the nights he's feeling incredibly needy and literally wants to just lie there while you pleasure him. He'll get a little whiny and pouty if he tries to pull you on top of him, and you don't automatically willingly agree. He may want you to suck his cock for a bit before you come up and sit on his cock. If you don't start moving he'll start pouting again. He gets like this when he's feeling really needy and feels like the world is out to get him. It doesn't happen a lot. Usually he's pretty content splitting the workload in bed, but every once in a while all he wants to do is take and you will gladly give in when Tommy is in his princess mood.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
The man radiates big dick energy, and he has earned it. His length is average, but he's got some extra girth. He's a thick boy with lots of bulging veins that throb and rub at you just right when he's inside you. It's always a little bit of a stretch to take him. It's not painful, but you feel very full. Best believe the man knows how to use his cock to drive you absolutely mad. He'll tease you by just thrusting his tip into you and make you beg for the rest of his length. He's uncircumcised and he has a lot of precum. If you get him riled up enough his cock will literally drip for you.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
His sex drive is high. Usually no matter what his day has brought him, whether it be good or bad, he's down to fuck. All it takes is for him to get home and find you already in your nightgown. Whether you are already asleep, putting the kids down for bed, or just laying in bed reading. All it takes is seeing how the thin fabric clings to your curves and his mouth is watering for a taste of you. He'll watch you the entire time he strips down for bed. Down to just his boxers. Completely unashamed of the tent forming there. Like a predator watching its prey. If you haven't noticed or are asleep he'll curl into your side starting to press kisses to your neck and slowly bring one of your hands to his crotch so you can feel how hard he is from just looking at you.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
We all know Tommy and sleep are not the best of friends, and while sex does help him relax, he doesn't drift off easily. He does have fewer nightmares after a good vigorous romp, but it's no guarantee he will have an easy night. If he's having a particularly hard time falling asleep, he may wake you up for another round as an alternative to heading to his study. He knows you prefer it if he stays away from working at night even when he can't sleep, so you don't mind him using you for a distraction. He does sleep better with you naked and cuddled into his side than he does when you aren't there, though.
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unexpected evening - chapter i [ next. ]
thomas shelby x gender neutral reader | specified anatomy
18+ characters / scenarios - minors dni
tags / warnings ; intoxication, spanking, grinding, pleasure denial, thomas shelby being a bitch, smoking, masturbation, facial, cumplay if u squint, explicit consent, power imbalance
summary ; the shelby's and your family have worked together for quite some time. when your mother made a bold move against the lead shelby brother, you took to going to apologize personally.
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Your name wasn't something that spurred an immediate taste on Thomas' tongue, his eyes set forward on the wall before him. With a slight clench of his jaw, he sucked back a sharp inhale between his teeth, fingers tapping the armrest of his office chair before standing. The Shelby's and your family of course had gotten on as time passed - Yet the woman; What was her name? Thomas clicked his tongue, eyes lulling over his empty office, smoke hazing the air around him and the light of the street lamps sweltering though the window. Rain gently patted onto the smudged glass, thunder snarling a few miles away. Whatever her name was - She got too bold, sensitive threats as they sat across from each other in the Garison - She swirled her whiskey, ice clinking against the glass as she spoke through red painted lips. Something about wanting to work with him during the races; Thomas was drunk. All he could really remember was the roll of the barrel of her pistol before she set it onto the table. An offer - A challenge. With a shift of his jaw the irish man stubbed his ciggarette, muttering quietly to himself as he turned on his heel. A knock at the doorframe caused his breath to hitch slightly, eyes moving to gaze at you. He'd seen you at a few estate parties, a race here and there; Yet he wondered if you had any say in the vague testimony the mysterious woman produced only hours prior - The more he looked at you, the more you resembled her.
"Here again?" He began, clearing his throat with a sharp sigh. "Quite late to come by for a bet,"
A tinge of anxiety rose in the back of your mind as his low voice slid through the air between you. Perhaps you had gotten too bold, too overconfident in your attempts to get Thomas Shelby's attention. The last time you had even spoken had been months ago— and that was only when you'd met Thomas at one of the Garrison's celebrations, introduced by your mother. The dots seemed to come together as his eyebrow twitched upwards slightly; You were her child. Of course.
"Avoiding the crowd; Heard detectives were prowling around recently."
"No crowd,''
Thomas pulled the small curtain with his index finger, peering slightly into the night streets - There were the average stragglers, children running barefoot in the rain while Jeremiah preached aimlessly. With a slight shake of his head, his eyes returned to yours. His coat hung over the back of his office chair, his waistcoat unbuttoned and first few buttons of his collared shirt undone; The smell of whiskey was thick in the air, clashing with the smoke as the gentle thud of Thomas's shined shoes tapped against the creaking floor. As he padded towards you, his hand moved to grab a glass from his desk, eyes unmoving as he drank the rest of the amber liquor with ease. With a sharp inhale through his teeth, his cleared his throat again, setting the glass down as he raked his fingers through his damp hair. He had been out in the rain, drops still rolling down his jaw and spots scattered on his shirt. It was a hard night, and the idea of putting his feet up seemed to always be diminished. No breaks, not for a Shelby.
"What do you know about detectives, aye?"
Thomas asked, expression nearly vacant as his low drawn out tone caught the air, squeezing the truth from it. After his voice wrung the oxygen of the room, his eyebrows furrowed briefly, chin tilting up slightly. The words hung in the air, swaying back and forth like a pendulum as Thomas cocked his head - His eyes moved away from you, raising a brow and parting his lips.
"...I came to apologize for my mothers behavior."
"Doesn't matter." The words were dismissive, shaking his head and blinking away any sign or glint that might have hinted otherwise. It was clear he had struggled with losing Grace, drowning himself in paperwork and expensive liquor; The walls weren't exactly thin, but they didn't have to be. Not with the way Thomas chose to take his stress out on women. With a grunt, he sat back down in his seat, casually pulling a small silver container. As he flipped it open, he cast another glance towards you.
"Things like that happen - Just business."
As Thomas brought a ciggarette to his lips, he brought his elbows forward to lean against the desk with an audible creak. He wasn't in the mood to talk about work, yet as he struck the match and held it under the tip of the ciggarette, his mind waded back to the Garison. Evangeline. Thomas waved the match in his hand, flame fizzling out before he dropped it onto the desk.
"Your mother," He began, sighing out a breath of smoke as he straighted his posture. "Is quite the bold woman." Thomas's attention dipped to the chair in front of the desk, nodding towards it with a quiet hum.
"Yes. She means well, even if it doesn't exactly come off that way," You spoke, trailing off and holding yourself straight even as you felt Thomas's gaze on you. You couldn't deny that he was right— Your mother was a bold woman. Bold to the point of stupidity. You had long since given up on your mother's schemes or dreams; Thomas was right—they were just business, nothing more, nothing less.
"Can I get you something to drink?"
"I wouldn't know what to choose," Your eyes slid hesitantly toward the small cart, littered with bottles of expensive liquor. "Can I smell them?"
"If you want to burn your nose, have at it."
The words came in a murmur, both hands wiping over his face before he gave a slow exhale - His eyes cast over his shoulder, glancing towards the files. It was nothing more than an instinctive move, his gaze darting around the area whenever another person joined the room.
The first bottle met Thomas' words, ringing them true as the alcohol burned angrily into your nostrils. The undertone was harsh, like cologne and chemicals; It fit Thomas quite well, something he would drink after working on his car or freshly rolling cigarettes. It was the fullest of the three, perhaps saved for special occasions.
The second wasn't as strong, cinnamon and gasoline clashed together in waves of blood searing warmth. The bottle felt heavier than the first one despite looking similar - The glass was pristine, ghosts of finger prints wrapping over it.
The third was the strongest, casting searing blades of scents and fierce aromas violently sinking into your senses. It smelled like oil, something that'd be scraped off a persons shoe before entering someone's home. Your hand outstretched to the least toxic smelling one, the second bottle set gingerly on Thomas' desk.
Thomas gave a slow chuckle, deep and drawn out as his large hand wrapped over the second bottle. It was fine choice, an aged rum that stumbled down the throat in a rough tingling path. He slid a small glass from the corner of his desk, skillfully pouring two fingers of the rum before leaning back, bottle still in hand. The moment was silent, yet the typical tense nature of meetings seemed to soften at the swmming warm feeling of the liquor hazing Thomas' understanding the situation. He wasn't drunk, but the tipsy feeling caused his lips to move without consulting his mind first, voice rolling out in a sharp question as his eyes moved to the desk once more. You accepted the glass with a slight nod, taking a seat across from the other as you looked at the liquor with an unsure expression. Hesitantly, you took a sip - It was hard to swallow once the flavor lashed at your mouth, assaulting your throat with a heinous burn. You kept your urge to cough at bay, silence meeting you both.
"Do you want to fuck?"
The tone of the question didn't carry the nature of the words properly. How his heavy lidded eyes seemed to scrape over the paperwork with a distinct sense of annoyance, before lulling back toward you with a glint of something far off - Something oddly lazy in how he leaned himself back so casually in the chair, tongue meeting the bottle before his lips wrapped over it, tossing a fair swing back before setting it down hard onto the table with a hard thump. He gritted his teeth, jaw tilting upwards as the fierce liquor slid down his throat in a weighted mass, ravaging every inch of skin in it's way. His ring clad hand slid over his desk, index finger pulling the container of ciggarettes closer towards him before going to pick one delicately from the case. As he perched it between his lips, his other hand had already clutched a small box of matches. He struck one, eyes everlasting on you with an observatory gaze while he lit the ciggarette, smoke billowing from between his parted lips as he pulled a deep inhale.
"Because, if you do," He began, sighing the smoke from his nostrils. "It would complicate a few things." Despite his rumbled words, it seemed he had no care of what complications would come.
The smoke drifting into your nostrils was not as unpleasant as you might have thought. As your eyes adjusted to the faint light of the dimly lit office, you took a tentative breath in your seat, letting the scent of the room fill your lungs. Thomas Shelby, the man who had spent his time in the shadows of the law with a foot in the legitimate business world, his eyes trained on you with an observant, yet bored look, waiting for your response.
"Im not sure if you'd want to," You spoke with an attempt to match his cold confidence. There was a twining heat within you, an undercurrent of longing despite your slight decline to dissect the question given."It would make all this quite messy, I must admit."
"No," Thomas began with a low sigh, adjusting his posture while pulling the ciggarette from between his lips, spurring the smoke to flow from his nostrils. His voice was sharp, steadied as his gaze flickered towards you with an intent lift of his stubbled jaw.
"I didn't ask if I wanted to fuck you - I asked if you wanted me to fuck you. Two different things entirely."
The words were almost a - Snide correction? A type of teasing playfulness meant to belittle someone for answering incorrectly. It seemed the man was awfully familar with speaking to people like this; But much less familiar when receiving an answer he didn't... Not like? That wouldn't be right. If you didn't want to have sex with him, so be it. It'd be far less complicated to just splay the options out, deal the cards and letting them fall how they may. It made things easier, he supposed. Though he couldn't deny the prospect of taking you sent an odd shudder of pleasureable revenge down his spine. With a clench of his jaw, his eyes flicker between your eyes, as if the flashing images of you didn't begin to make his head spin ever so slightly. But, when you shifted the topic, he took the hint at face value. That wouldn't stop his racing mind sending blood coursing to places rather unholy - He was decent enough at hiding such things, wetting his lips before speaking.
"Pulling out a gun in my pub makes me awfully cautious," Thomas spoke, smoke drifting in and out from his lips as he drew the smoke down in scraping inhales. "I'm sure you understand if I'm protective over my property."
Thomas kept his gaze on you, pinning you to the seat with his eyes as he brought the ciggarette to his lips, taking a generous pull before letting his arm relax on the office chair. The creaking of the leather and clinking of glass was a familiar sound to the man, hand wrapping over the neck of the bottle of rum on his desk. He brought it to his lips, chasing the ciggarette smoke down his throat with the bitter tasting liquor; It sat in his abdomen with a stinging warmth.
"All this?"
Thomas quirked a brow, tilting his head and sucking in a sharp breath, and exhaling before gesturing his hand over the desk. He lazily held the ciggarette with the hand he used, a streaming ribbon of smoke following his grasp.
"What's "all this" to your mother, aye?"
All this - Vagueness responded with even more vagueness. Thomas brought the cigarette to his lips as he kept his eyes on you, attentively listening while smoke drifted from him. You were right, of course. All this was messy, all this was something that spurred people with a small tolerance of biting tongues and looking away. In his mind, your mother wouldn't last long. She's confident; Which is like holding a loaded gun to her own head. In any case, Thomas reluctantly breathed out a sigh of smoke, hand moving to brush at his stubbled jaw with a quiet hum. Your eyes trailed over the paperwork, taking in the scrawled words and notes laid out in haphazard ways. It was no wonder he ran a gang with all this on his plate. The sheer amount of paperwork would make anyone throw up their hands and give up.
"What she did was irrational - She has a temper."
"That we can agree on."
If you wanted to play this hunter and prey game of nonexplicit answers to direct comments, so be it. Agreeing on your mother's rather small temper, or that taking you over his desk would complicate things; That was for you to decide. Yet the blooming flushed pink on the pples of your cheeks gave away any guessing that Thomas had to do. It was just a matter of time in his liquor infested mind - Devising a plan to ravage you as if he were planning to take over an enemies industry. He kept it silent of course, kept it neatly tucked back in the stringing fibers that were now being plucked, producing a rather pleasing melody. Thomas listened to them, letting the ciggarette rest firmly between his lips as he folded his hands over his lap neatly.
"Why'd you come here so late?"
The question was sudden, moreso determined than the prior ones, he nearly cut your words off as he ambled on. He wasn't for playing games, let alone reading a persons mind; Yet it had been quite a long time he's had to tether himself to the idea of a goal. It will be mine - You will be mine. Thomas Shelby gets what he wants, when he wants it and he'd fight the devil himself if anything stopped that from happening. Anything. The goal, frivolous in nature, gave him something to focus on other than the amount of drowning paperwork and insufferable people. You were nice, came from a family that understood - All this? Thomas sucked his teeth. Maybe you have a point.
You let the silence hang as both of you sat on either side of the desk, watching each other. If you knew him better you would have noted how odd it was for him to be the one asking all the questions, for him to be so interested in you when he'd only ever heard about you from your mother. He was always the one with the plan and the secrets, pulling strings through half the city. What secrets were you carrying that he wanted to hear?
"I didn't come here for a bet," you answered him, taking a long breath as you considered your next words.
And there it was. Thomas didn't move a muscle, not even a twitch of the brow or clench of his jaw. It fell into place, just as he expected it to - The devil would see no fight today, but the things he would see would bring a new definition to sin entirely. Thomas leaned back in his chair slightly, going to grab the bottle. His golden ring gently clinked against the glass as he tossed back a hefty drink - The bottle was emptied. Rum; For fun and fucking. Thomas leaned forward onto the desk, plucking the ciggarette from his lips and ashing it into the worn in glass ash tray. Ends of ciggarettes created a small hill in the dish, and he pressed the freshly finished one deep into the mound. As he pulled his fingers back, ash shaded over the finger pads. He rubbed them together, inspecting the gritty feeling and odd smooth warmth of it as he tied his words together in a rumbling purr.
"Your family would reign hell on me."
It wasn't a warning as much as it was premonition for his belated movements, shifting in the leather chair before going to stand, leaning his weight onto the desk. He caught your gaze with his own, dirty finger tips rubbing over the paperwork underneath his hands, leaving smudges of ash. His eyes were dimly lit, half lidded and calm - So brutally calm. Yet as one of his hands crept towards his belt buckle, he took a sharp inhale through his nostrils, swallowing back the barreling questions and worries that swarmed the back of his mind. The business part. If you had chosen whiskey, perhaps that's all it would have been - A few simple deals here and there before offering to walk you home. Yet the bittersweet rum stuck to his gums like sin on a demons wings, spreading a firey desire that he relished in. It was similar to the stomach dropping noise of cocking a gun, feeling the cold barrel pressed to his temple with no pretense. Thrill of the chase. Of course he couldn't resist the searing appetite that now knashed hungrily as his hazey mind. He wanted to pull back his hand that now began to pull the metal of his belt, subconsciously making sure you saw his every movement. Bad idea, screamed in scrawled writing flashing over his vision - He was always one to ignore it. Especially when mixing rum and carnal desire. He should have known better.
"But I'm sure that's something you wouldn't mind. You wouldn't have come here otherwise," To see himself as a vessel at getting back at one's parents was a funny prospect. But there was a rather interesting ways to twist it - A dark way to warp the way he pulled the belt from his slacks with an audible drawn out slide of fabric on leather. "Unless you came here to make up for the disrespect your family brought into my pub."
Your head and eyes were glued to the way Thomas stood up and immediately flew to the space the man's hands were on his belt. Your attention was magnetized to his long fingers working at an almost teasing pace.
"...If there's anything I can do," Your words came pathetically, pursing your lips tightly.
As the belt was folded over, Thomas gripped the leather with fading knuckles. You being so willing did not come to his surprise; Yet the almost challenging tone sparked something in him. It sparked something he tended to bury in his subconscious - Thomas didn't abuse his power too much, but it was nearly impossible to resist such a delicious thing. His steps were calculated, letting the belt rest by his side, the buckle jingling with every agonizingly slow movement. Thomas was silent as he took a seat on a leather couch in the corner of his office, large thighs now spread open wide, the fabric of the slacks pulling tight over the muscle. He wet his lips, head tilting back to lean against the wall as he raised his free hand to pat his left thigh.
"Come here,"
The words did not attempt to hide the displacement of power, nor how he swam in the thickening waves of it with a twitching excitement. You would come to regret being so willing to serve - Nobody serves a Shelby without leaving with bruises. Thomas' expression twitched slightly, eyes on you with a deadly serious glare. It was no longer a cat and mouse game filled with vague comments and lasting gazes, no - This was business. And with business, came an immediate demand for respect. If you defied his orders, that placed you in a dangerous territory, it was written on his face, how his lips pulled up at the corners upon catching your expression. He relished in it. The shock and awe of realizing Thomas' power never left the room, suffocating the air people breathe and shaking the floor they walk on.
"Don't waste my time."
Thomas spoke in a low rasped whisper, eyes widening ever so slightly, giving a tilt of his head. The fingers on his thigh rapped against the muscle for a moment, tapping the index finger against his leg. Your eyes lingered on the unfinished glass of liquor before you for a fleeting moment before turning your head, glazing toward the man with a bitten lip. You stood from the chair with a slight creek, padding over and quickly sinking down onto your knees before the man.
"Open."
It was a simple response to the movement, eyes following the you as you lowered - He could imagine the bruises of the hard flooring upon hearing the soft thud of them hitting the space between his shined shoes. Thomas gripped the belt tightly, before letting his hand relax to move - Of course, achingly slow. His large fingers, skin rough and calloused, cupped your jaw. His thumb pressed down on the soft bottom lip, eyes flickering ever so slightly to your mouth. Inspecting a toy before use was his speciality - Eyes pushing over every inch of the person, making them shift themselves in vulnerable positions while he just watched. Perhaps smoke a ciggarette while he wordlessly keeps his eyes pinned on the clashing beauty of flesh and beading arousal; Thomas would only have the best.
His fingers were firm, expression partly vacant as he observed you with a watchful eye. His lips parted for a moment, tongue wetting them as his damned mind wandered. The warmth pooling in his stomach knashed angrily against his thighs and hands, demanding to move, demanding any form of friction - Though patience is a virtue. He knew that much. Thomas shifted forward slightly, elbows resting on his knees as he kept the eye contact locked into place. It was an expression that forced attention, a man with something to say in that impossibly smooth velvet tone that seemed to hypnotize even the darkest of sinners. Caught in his web, his large rough fingers pulling the strings and voice coaxing anyone daring enough to take the place you now did. Danger, is what this face screams. It rests in his carved cheekbones and bruising eyes, it weaves into the silver glinting in his hair and how he holds himself.
"You need to understand this isn't a drunk fuck."
Thomas whispered and tutted quietly. Clicking his tongue as the thumb still pressed down on your bottom lip twitched slightly.
"You need to want this; Prove it to me." Thomas had spoken more to you when you fell to your knees than when you simply sat in his office. It was almost funny - Almost. Yet the danger was there, of course. "Give me your word you want it."
Your mouth was dry, heart pounding against your chest; You didn't know what to say, the words tumbling from your lips without a second thought. Your mind could not tether to your thundering heart and flushed cheeks, not with the electric feeling of the man touching you becoming practically addicting.
"Please, Mr. Shelby, I want this."
The next few moments were a beat. A blur of Thomas's swift grip, able to shift and bend you over his lap - He pressed you down firmly, your stomach laying over his spread thighs. All that came from him was a grunt, sharp exhale, then the echoing sound of the clinking belt buckle. Another beat reached you, the smell of Thomas' cologne and bitter rum thick in the air as you both shuddered out breaths. He'd never admit this. Of course he wouldn't dare smile in a time like this, but the pull of his lips creased his expression, taking in the view of you splayed over his legs in a delicious display. He almost forgot the belt held over his shoulder, cast back ready to strike with a vicious crack of leather. His fingers shifted in his knuckle whitening in his grip as his eyes hung on this moment - Hung onto the shocked breathless image of you.
"I think I deserve a bit of reimbursement, don't you?"
An echoing soaring crack shattered the moment he gave you to register his words, spoken in a painfully casual tone. The leather collided sharply with your ass, the crack reverberating in the air.
Thomas stayed still for one moment, then another, then after an agonizingly slow one he gave a ghost of a chuckle. Exhaled through the nose with a belittling intent, as his eyes cast over your body, practically undressing you with his pinning gaze. Another sharp crack of leather gave no mercy, harder than before upon seeing your reaction to the sensation. It was hot as it made contact, despite the thin barrier of your clothes; The pain stung your bottom lashes, cheeks warming to a blooming flame that matched the one between your thighs. You couldn't speak, simpering into the leather of the couch in a feeble attempt to gather your reeling thoughts.
"You use your words in my office."
Thomas wanted it to be brutally clear that you were able to leave this entire time, and also able to change things you didn't want. Thomas didn't use people like you, this would be something he'd get high on, something to keep a secret, perhaps used later on. He bit his bottom lip, imagining being cursed out by your family or another meeting with your mother after finding out Thomas had brutalized their precious heir. Worst part of it all is they'd never know that he would be the one to make you beg with fleeting effortless actions.
"Respect me, and you'll receive the same." Thomas seemed to be dishing out rules, letting the thick belt slowly fall onto the couch, his large hand going to meet your clothed ass - His touch was hungry, the grasp of a man who takes for a living. A slow quiet exhale rolled from his lips as his hips shifted underneath you, clearing his throat softly. "Disobey, and I'll see to it you never set foot in Birmingham ever again."
A rocket of cold fear surged down your spine as he went on, hands exploring your body in motions that could only be described as an infection. His words lulling you into the palm of his hand, no matter the threats he brought, you craved them. A deeper part of you wanted to push him to his absolute limit, to see the dark veil roll over his eyes as he stares down at you - A ruler, a religion. He would make you worship at his feet before you even shed your clothes.
"I can only assume that well enough."
Thomas breathed the words with his eyes still glued to you, head tilting off towards the side with a quiet hum. Typically in this moment he knew he should shove you off with a harsh demand to stay gone - It'd keep him off your family's radar more than he already was; He damned himself for being weak, succumbing to temptation with the clashing haze of adrenaline, rum and - Arousal? To hell with it then.
Thomas' large hands now groped you shamelessly, jaw shifting as he traveled slowly, fingers hooking over the belted waistband of your slacks. Another wicked expression met him, eyebrows knitting together briefly as he kept this moment, drinking down every passing second. He could practically feel your pounding heart pressed against his thighs as one of his hands slid up your back, underneath your shirt and coat, the other pulling down your slacks and discarding them effortlessly.
Infectious; The word rang out in your mind like a gunshot through the night. He touched you like a common whore, calloused thumb swelling over your back with a slight bite of his lip. Thomas dared the world to let someone walk in, see him taking you over his knee with a nearly silent demand for not just respect, but for absolute submission. He didn't need a cocked gun or thick stacks of cash to keep the attention completely and entirely on him. He'd make you come back begging for more if it was the last thing he did. Thomas's palm was cold, rough and fingers calloused as he felt the warmth of your skin underneath his own, instinctively letting a slow pleased purr carry from his throat. It was not one of desire; A warning. A threat, perhaps.
"Proving it to me, though,"
Thomas began, his hand sliding over your back with slow waves, sweeping over it; Relishing in it.
"That would - Most likely convince me. We'll just have to see, won't we?"
Your breath drew inwards in shallow gasps, hips shifting subconsciously - You needed to be touched, to take him as he took you, your hands on his body that was so painfully clothed. Your hands gripped into tight fists, lips pursing for a brief moment as you prepared your words. You had to have to perfect, speaking scripture to the man who had immeasurable power; You had a say. Not just a say, the say. You gave the green light, even as his hands traced the most intimate parts of your body. He didn't have to touch your chest nor kiss at your neck, simply the way his fingers shifted from so cold and demanding to a gentle caress. A reminder that you were the one in control. With a breath, you spoke.
"I want to be yours."
"No."
With a shake of Thomas' head, he scraped back a sharp inhale, adjusting how he sat. His slacks left little to the imagination of how truly exciting this was - Though if you put up a feeble fight against him during this, it'd become all the more interesting. Thomas' explorative hand paused as he spoke, eyebrows furrowing slightly as he looked down at you with a quiet hum. If you wanted so badly to have him infect you mind and body, so be it; But it wouldn't be easy. Not for you atleast.
"You don't. Not without a carnal based response; I want to make myself clear."
A grunt came from him as he pulled his hands off you, gently posing you back to your previous position, sat between Thomas' shoes. His expression was soft, yet the glinting threat of his creasing brow gave no way for kindness. As his large hand moved to roughly grab your jaw, thumb and index finger squeezing his cheeks and drawing him forward, he leaned in. As your faces were only a few short inches apart, Thomas spoke slowly.
"You're not just going to do what I say because you're practically my whore for the night."
As his eyes flickered to your lips, he wet his own. A beat of thick tension weighed down on the pairs shoulders - Lean in and kiss them you fool, Thomas' mind screamed at him, and yet he shoved your face back roughly before leaning into the couch.
A flick of a match, the slide of a ciggarette case; And he sat, looking down at you with a heavy lidded gaze, smoke slithering from between his lips as he sat wordlessly. After a few long moments, Thomas' left foot twitched closer to your thighs, moving to slide the leather shoe between your legs, eyecontact unwavering. The single shoe alone couldn't have cost less than sixty pounds, and yet as the cool leather pushed into your needy cunt, none of it mattered.
"You're going to obey me because it drives you to an animalistic place. A place of pleasure; Sanctity. Am I understood?"
Let the game begin. You tried to bite back a pleased expression, eyebrows furrowing briefly as you wished he had atleast discarded your underwear. The barrier just made you grind down harder - Perhaps thats exactly what he wanted. To watch you turn yourself into something you've never seen, feel pleasure that would change you permanently. You brought yourself closer to his left leg, grinding yourself down onto the leather with a quiet moan, hands instinctually reaching to secure yourself on his slack clad leg.
Thomas' lip twitched; Just for a moment. It was subtle, a prick of his creased expression as he settled back into the couch, smoke drifting from his nostrils. His gaze was observatory, expectant and plainly bored. But there was something, there always had been. A certain spark, just like split second of the pulled smirk, something you did to please him. They were small reactions, little praise given in them at first. But if Thomas were anything, he would always have to be the adrenaline junkie. Taking in sharp breaths of smoke, head reeling as he rocked his shoe back and forth against you. His free hand began to move then, fingers twitching at first before sliding to his thigh, unzipping his slacks. All the while, his gaze stayed on you; You were his muse. How your body moved desperately below him, kneeling before him, mewling as you ground down onto the leather Thomas used to walk the town of Birmingham. Another smirk, lasting longer now as he thought of your family. He'd give any amount of money in the world to see them have one of theirs worshipping a Shelby. Thomas Shelby, no less.
Thomas' hand pushed past the band of his slacks, large palm wrapping over his length with a shaking inhale. He stroked himself over the cloth of his underwear, smirk still remaining, lazier as he continued. He matched the pace of how he rocked his ankle, rolling it into you with a bite of his bottom lip. He pressed the ciggarette to his mouth, perching it between his lips as both hands now worked to pull his cock from his pants entirely. The cool air hit his skin, palm wrapping over the length with a rumbling groan. He wasn't necessarily vocal during sex, though his mind wandered, fantasy coming to truth as his words and smoke ribboned together to be pulled from his lips.
"When was the last time you touched yourself,"
Thomas' steady tone wavered only for a moment as he spoke - It was pillowed with sharp breaths, using his left hand to slowly stroke himself, as the other reached to his mouth, pulling the ciggarette to rest between his index and middle finger. A noise rolled from him like a storm, thunder from miles away, pulled from his chest, pulled even deeper from the tension of his muscles - A groan, low and drawn out to carve itself into the air.
"Just before I came here,"
�� The sounds of his responding euphoria stirred warmly in your lower stomach, underwear dampening the leather of his rocking shoe as you moaned quietly; It pushed him to do the same, letting the gasps roll from his chest, head leaned back in a relaxed manner despite his hand quickening around his twitching cock. You wanted so badly to sit on his lap, lower yourself around him and hear his voice break, to hear him beg in the same way he made you. Your eyes were half lidded, flickering between his cock and expression - He kept eye contact as his eyebrows furrowed, eyes rolling back slightly as his hips stuttered forward into his fist, pace wavering. Sweat glazed his forehead, beading down his jaw and neck as he watched you get ever so closer to your peak. The sight of it would never leave him, watching your thighs twitch and spasm as you clutch onto his leg, aimlessly begging for him not to stop.
"Look at me -"
Thomas' voice was uncharacteristically strangled, edging on a pleading whimper as the stringing hot tangle in his body began to pull tighter, tighter. His mind spun with the image of you, hips unable to keep up with his pace as you rode out your shackling orgasm, tears brimming in your eyes. He was addicted to it, the high of watching your hazey mind be pushed to overstimulation, biting your lip as you kept your gaze on his.
Your expression drove him over the edge, throwing his head back as he came messily, rough palm wrapping tightly over the tip of his cock. His cum stained your face, his black slacks a mess as he took in ragged breaths, still teasing himself with his eyes wrenched shut. He whispered to himself quietly in Romani, swears tangling with your name as he released himself, hand shaking. His heart pounded against his chest, veins on the backs of his palms and forearms bulging as his eyes slowly opened.
You were leaned into his leg, taking in deep breaths as you hesitantly made eyecontact with the man above you; Despite the intimacy of the moment, you feared he would send you away. Tell you to get dressed, clean this mess up and see yourself out. Yet as his hand moved, shaking as it met your cheek, his warmth was evident. Your position shifted slowly at first, knees wobbling as you attempted to sit on the couch, but Thomas was quick to bring his arms around you. It was unexpected, allowing you to lean your pressure into his body as he gathered himself, fingertips still shaking even as they threaded through your touseled hair.
"Thank you,"
It was breathless. Soft, pillowed with a deep breath, the swell of his chest making way for a space you could lay your head on. You took the opportunity, and he allowed it, resting his chin on your head with a quiet hum.
Thomas was right. You would be back for more.
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Kinktober 2023 | Day Nineteen — Thomas Shelby + fingering, hold the moan
Pairing -> dom!thomas shelby x sub!reader
KINKTOBER 2023 MLIST
Warnings: semi-public, hold the moan, fingering, tommy's a little mean but still nice
Disclaimer: Peaky Blinders characters, plots, quotes, etc. do not belong to me and belong to the rightful owner(s). This is only fanfiction and this is just for fun.
“You gotta be nice and quiet for me, okay? Can you do that for me?”
Stuttering, you replied, “Y-yes, Tommy.”
You could feel him grin against your neck, after leaving the softest kisses you had ever felt before. Initially, you had planned to just go to the races and leave as quick as you came. You weren’t very fond of being around so many people, and Tommy understood, but something or the other happened and now your lover’s back was against the wall in an off-limits corner and he was holding you tight against him, fingers circling your clit.
“But are you sure we should do this here?”
“I’m sure, love,” Tommy said, slipping a finger inside.
You rolled your head against his shoulder, melting like ice in his arms. It was just his fingers—you knew that, nothing special, but with Tommy it felt like your whole world came crashing down in the best way possible, and all you had to do was stay still and take it.
He added another one and started fingering you relentlessly. Little moans escaped your lips but you were doing a good job of keeping quiet. “S’good, Tom,” you whispered, barely above the sound of squelching.
“I know it is.”
Arrogant.
He kept going, eventually pushing his fingers so deep inside that it was hitting that spot of yours, that spot that made you go crazy. You tried to stop him from going so fast but he was too strong for you, and your shoving wasn’t doing anything at all.
“Tommy,” you whimpered. “Tommy, Tommy, please.”
“I like it when you say my name. Do it again.”
You shook your head, your moans getting louder and louder. “Please — ah — slow down!”
“Don’t want to.”
He went even faster and rougher than before, at a pace you were sure was tiring Tommy out as much as it was you. You tried to cover your mouth, to halt your sounds, but he grabbed your arm and slapped your pussy, making you whine. “No. You can do it without help.”
But he knew you couldn’t. He knew someone would eventually walk by, hear the sounds, and call you both out.. You would disobey his orders and he would get to punish you—and that was half the fun for him.
You bent over, trying to escape his touch, but he only slapped your pussy again.
“Be a good girl,” he growled in your ear. “And let me do what I want.”
You whimpered in pleasure, but Tommy only chuckled, continuing to ride his fingers against you until you cried.
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𝓓𝓪𝔂 1 - Silent Lovemaking || Tommy Shelby x fem!reader
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Summary: Tommy enjoys long, passionate sex. You both need to stay quiet because Arthur is up late at night again.
Warnings: smut without plot (quiet sex)
Word count: 1119
Author: Bear
A/N: the prompt for today is: Quiet Sex
Despite his best efforts, Tommy was unable to resist grabbing your delicate hips and ramming his manhood deep inside you, and not filling the room with the sounds of pleasure. He guessed you were probably holding back as well. His eyes watched as his cock disappeared inside your quivering body as Tommy slowly and deeply moved his hips. He especially loved it when you moaned softly and then grabbed his forearms. While he continued to penetrate you slowly in the missionary position, Shelby looked at your soft, thin body, your pink erect nipples, and your flat stomach. His left thumb stimulated your pink clitoris, causing you to moan in a louder tone. Despite the dim light of the moon falling into the room through a half-opened window and a thick curtain shifted to the wall, he could see your love for it on your face.
The motion between your bodies was perfect, with your hips rising slightly with each angled thrust of his, just as they had all night as you bent to Tommy's every whim.
As he gazed at your face, he was mesmerized by all your strikingly beautiful features, the hypnotic gaze of your eyes, the soft pinkness creeping up your cheeks, and your perfectly shaped lips. Tommy was in love with you and he needed to show you that as he increased the strength of his thrusts.
It is a fundamental truth that every person you will ever have sex with will feel differently, and some will feel better than others.
Tommy had to admit that no woman - not a single one - had ever felt as warm, inviting and as perfectly tight as you did, not even Grace. Your pussy appeared to be crafted by God for his pleasure, and it was heaven on earth.
Taking a deep, audible breath, you said, "Oh my God, I can feel you... I can feel you all the way in my stomach, fuck, you're so deep."
Grabbing your breast and squeezing your nipple, he asked, "Do you like it?"
"God, please don't ever stop," you said as you grabbed Tommy's head and pulled him down. "God, I need you so much," you whispered flatly against his lips.
After kissing for a moment, he hugged you, forcing your head against his right shoulder as he increased his thrusts.
As you all got louder, Tommy could hear your wet pussy, the slapping of naked bodies, and the creaking of the bed. Tommy let out low grunts as he felt you get even tighter. "That's it, but stay quiet, baby" he stopped moving as your sweet cunt squeezed him in a pulsing, rhythmical manner, tighter than he had ever felt, even when he had fucked those two sweet twenty-year-olds in the summer. Tommy's voice escaped him in sounds of pleasurable agony as he felt the pulsating pussy of yours pushed his impending orgasm closer without ever moving your bodies too much. "That's it..." He grunted again as your orgasm continued; you latched on to Tommy, wrapping your legs so tightly around him.
You let out a muffled yell as you dug your face into his shoulder.
With one last grunt from him, you both gasped as he said, "That's it... that's my girl."
While you remained motionless and quiet, he fought the urge to cum with every thump of his heartbeat that he felt on his cock.
"I can't believe we've been here that long," you said as you suddenly broke the silence.
Tommy looked at the clock on my nightstand. It read 3 in the morning. "I guess we should finish then."
In a whisper, you asked, "Do we have to? I am having so much fun," and sucked his lower lip before biting it lightly.
Tommy slowly began to enter and exit you again, each inch of his existence perfectly accepted by your velvety touch. With each thrust, he started to go harder, lifting your waist up and off the bed, his arms cupping your soft ass as your back arched. He tried his hardest to be quiet, but after a few more thrusts he began to lose himself. The bed was no longer quiet as you began to make your sexy music heard and your skin contact was clearly audible.
Tommy stopped when he heard someone coughing in the background. The voice belonged to Arthur.
However, you did not. Rhythmically lifting and lowering your hips, you began to fuck him while Tommy stood motionless.
Once again, there was a cough, followed by the opening of a door. "Y/N," Tommy whispered.
"Yes, Tommy?" You asked as you continued your movements.
His hands grabbed your waist as he flipped you over, allowing him to exit your pussy. His hands caressed your smooth body as he kissed you deeply.
There was another cough, and then another.
"Looks like Arthur is starting to get sick," Tommy whispered.
Smiles and giggles filled your mouth as you began to kiss his chest, then went down to his stomach, and finally reached his cock. Your tongue rang softly on Tommy's hard shaft as you expertly used your hand. You took it out and continued jerking him while you smiled for a solid minute, working on the tip, twisting your hand, making every nerve in his penis light up.
Tommy could hear a low slurping sound mixed with your mews of excitement. When Tommy's jizz moved quickly upward, he found himself taking quick, fast breaths.
While you licked the back of his shaft from balls to tip, you took him deep down your throat, looking at him constantly. After pulling him out of your mouth, you asked, "Are you going to cum for me, Tommy?"
As Tommy grabbed the bedsheets, he gave a slight nod.
Continuing inch by inch, you massaged his balls and squeezed them with your other hand as your right hand worked along with your mouth.
As his balls began to tense, faster and faster, Tommy felt his cock about to be milked. He soon felt himself explode; hips buckled, legs shook, as his balls emptied. After forty minutes of slow, quiet fucking, Tommy felt relieved.
"I think I should head out now," you whispered as you picked up your clothes and wrapped your silky nightgown around you.
"Stay. I love you, Y/N," Tommy said to you.
You nodded at him willingly and took a seat on the edge of his bed. "I love you too. Thank you for taking me straight to heaven tonight."
Tommy was rethinking the entire intercourse as he ran his palm over your back; he couldn't have been happier for he finally had a woman who was both a caring partner and a tigress in the sheets.
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day fourteen: spanking with thomas shelby
pairing: Thomas Shelby x f!reader
word count: 699
warnings: spanking, Tommy’s condescending
a/n: I need Tommy so badly it's not fair.
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You didn’t know talking to another man would piss off Thomas Shelby so much, yet you ended up getting the scolding of a lifetime in his office. You didn't think anything of it. A man offered you a drink, and you took it. You drank, talked, and laughed as if you've known each other for ages. The man, whose name you did not know, put his hand on your waist and asked you to dance. You nodded and grabbed his hand.
Tommy had watched from across the room. He had never said anything to you, but ever since you started working for Shelby Company Limited he had taken a liking to you. He always made sure you were the most taken care of. Any request you made was approved as quickly as possible. Tommy made sure you felt right at home in his company.
Watching you dance with that man brought forth feelings that Tommy was trying to avoid. He watched as the man's hand gripped yours, and how his other fell on your waist. He paid close attention to how your body got closer to his. It made him sick.
He started towards you and interrupted the dance, “Excuse me, can I cut in?” Tommy’s gaze was sharp.
“Of course!” said the man. He knew better than to start trouble with Thomas Shelby.
Tommy took his place and leaned in to whisper into your ear. “In five minutes, meet me in my office. We have something to discuss.”
You nodded and he pulled away as the song ended. He excused himself and went off. When five minutes went by, you excused yourself from the group of ladies you were talking to. Right as you walked into the office he said “Lock the door.”
“What?”, you asked.
“Just, lock the door,” he repeated.
You did as he said and sighed, turning back to him. “Right, what is it?”
“I thought I told you not to associate with any men at the party.”
“Mr. Shelby, I didn’t know it was any of your business who I do and do not spend my time with.”
“You don’t know what kind of men they are.”
“What about the kind of man that you are? ” You raised an eyebrow.
“I beg your pardon?”
“I know the kind of man you are Mr. Thomas Shelby.” You stared him down.
“And what kind of man is that?” He sauntered over to you, getting close to your face. The air was tense. You didn’t dare respond.
He scoffed and cocked his head, “That’s enough. Over the desk.” He gestured over at the wooden fixture. When you didn’t budge he grabbed you by the arm, bent you over the desk, and lifted up your dress. He pulled down your undergarments and you felt the cool air on your skin.
“You know the kind of man I am, eh? So this won’t come as a surprise at all, now would it?”
You felt his hand slide across your ass, his palm laying flat. There was a brief moment of confusion when you didn’t feel his hand on you. You came into understanding when his hand came down, spanking you hard. Your jaw fell and you looked back at him. He made eye contact with you and spanked you again. “Now, you’re going to count for every strike.” You bit your lip and nodded. You hoped your arousal wasn’t obvious. Having your boss bend you over in this home office fulfilled a fantasy you had always had.
You counted up to 7 and your left leg kicked up. Tommy had a sick smile on his face. “Now say ‘I’m sorry Mr. Shelby.’”
You repeated, “I’m sorry, Mr. Shelby.” He hit you again.
“Now say, ‘I’m sorry for letting another man touch me.’”
He spanked you and you repeated after him, pressing your legs together. “I’m sorry for letting another man touch me.”
“Very good, love. Looks like you can follow orders.”
“Mr. Shelby, I-“ He shut you up with another hard smack.
You shouted louder, “Mr. Shelby, are you almost done? I’m starting to get… rather impatient.”
He grabbed your delicate skin, “Sweetheart, we are just getting started.
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