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mushroomseb · 3 days
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PEAKY BLINDERS 3.04
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roseheartsbiko · 3 days
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my man.
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your-nanas-house · 3 days
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An idea: Tommy has one of his recurring nightmares and YN decides to help him sleep by giving him a blowjob
Dunno who this anon is but I love this kind of ideas so much!! 🙇🏼‍♀️ So thank youuuu 🤗
Just another nightmare
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◇ Pairing: Thomas Shelby x wife!Reader
◇ Warnings: smut, handjob, choking, Tommy is a whore here and a sub... so bit ooc!Thomas, nightmare and PTSD and bad writing.
◇ Summary: Tommy wakes up from a nightmare and Y/n helps him calm down.
◇ Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English.
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"Tommy... Tommy—" her soft tired voice called as her hand shook him awake, bringing him back to reality and out of Morpheus's arms so to escape one of his reccuring nightmares.
Thomas never really talked about them with Y/n, preferring to just ignore them or ponder in silence while lighting a cigarette, instead of wasting her time by keeping her up with past crude memories... even though she offered her ear him each time.
"I'm okay" his low voice grumbled out in a dismissing tone, his body still sweating probably in state of shock as it trembled softly, joined by his fast heartbeat.
He wasn't okay, not at all... his mind was playing twisted games on him again and the past was heavier than usual during the night.
And she knew... but there wasn't much she could do if he didn't allow her to enter his mind to try, so to understand the problem better. The young woman kind of lost her patience, adopting a different approach when something like that happened when she was around.
The questioning and the oral support wasn't accepted from Thomas usually... he searched a more physical one even when there was a bit of hesitation at the beginning. But that night... it didn't seem like he would have calmed down with just some cuddles.
Reason because Y/n decided to try with a different physical and oral help.
So her tender hand traveled from his sweaty chest down to his abs and lower before sneaking inside his underwear, earning a shaky breath from Tommy.
The poor man was still a bit under shock, his body sweating cold, his heart hammering against his chest as his jaw remained clenched. Y/n could see his muscles since the moon reflected its light on them in a lovely way, allowing her to start a path of wet kisses from there.
Her beautiful eyes remained closed as her hand lazily pulled slightly down the fabric so to ease the access. Feeling his pre-cum leak on her warm skin when she accidentally brushed his angry red tip.
"Shhhh, everything is okay, love. You are here... in bed with your wife" the young woman started as she pumped his now hard lenght, using her spit to lubricate the action
"At your house in Birmingham... safe and sound... it's just you and me, honey" she purred softly out attempting to calm him down while her hand kept working. Her free one slowly moved Tommy's sweaty palm towards her so that she could place a kiss on his knuckles before sneaking it in the neckline of her nightgown.
As if by reflex, his rough hand grabbed her left breast, kneading it flesh while he felt her heartbeat against his skin.
Her tactic was working, his body was reacting at her touch and his mind was turning off, letting lust take over him... making his heart still beat fast but not due to fear or adrenaline caused by something awful but because of her small hands working his cock.
The feeling was getting intense and Thomas' eyes shot open as he slowly approached his orgasm, his muscles tensed and his back slightly arched while his hand moved away the blanket so that his icy stare could watch his wife work her magic.
The man could see his dick throbbing thanks to the attention and the familiar pre-orgasm feeling was getting more and more noticable. He could feel her soft fingers giving some attention to his balls as well before black dots formed in his view, making him roll his eyes and arch his back even more.
A whoring moan escaped his lips while he shot his seed, dirtying her hand and the sheets. He never came that hard before.
He could hear a whistle in his ear that covered the background noises in the room but not the breathless and impressed curse that left his wife's mouth.
Thomas was about to say something when she shifted, now wide awake, shutting him with her warm tongue which began to clean up the mess he did.
"You should react at my touch like this more often, love" the young woman commented smugly, gagging when he thrusted up his hips with a fake annoyed expression, so that his cock would have shut her up and removed that shit eating grin off her face.
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thomashelbyswife · 3 days
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Tommy Shelby - Peaky Blinders S2E3
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luluartpop · 2 days
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He's a fucking handsome man!!!!🛐
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mcumorningstar · 2 days
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A Rose By Any Other Name || Part I
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series pairing: tommy shelby x reader, hints of john shelby x reader, hints of tommy x lizzie
summary: Resigned to a life as a whore, the infamous Shelby brothers find you in a compromising position and you apprehensively accept their protection. (Set in s2).
warnings: 18+ minor’s dni, prostitution, 1920s attitudes toward women and prostitution (physical and verbal aggression), unprotected sex, alcohol consumption, typical peaky blinders content
author’s note: I was bored and it’s missing Tommy Shelby hours (he’s so fit I can’t cope). This is kinda short but I’m hoping to make it a series. Also this is the first fic so if anyone reads please be nice :)
Work was a little more bearable if they fucked you from behind.
That way you could imagine the man rutting into you was a handsome actor like Tom Mix or Rudolph Valentine, or even a dashing soldier in his uniform, and not some brutish married factory foreman after too many drinks in The Garrison.
“Mhm fuck,” The nameless man grunted, pulling out and painting splatters of his cum on the backs of your thighs. Whiskey-laced breaths evened out against your skin and his grip on your neck loosened.
You didn’t look at him as the pair of you redressed, only thinking about the money now in your purse. From his clothes, you could deduce that he worked in the BSA factory but he was too clean to work on the factory floor. It was more than you usually knew about your clients and, when he opened his mouth to speak, you winced.
“Does Harry know you’re whoring behind his pub?” The man laughed, slurring his words and pulling his suspenders over his shoulders.
Ignoring him, you fixed your dress and tidied your hair. The brute wrapped his meaty fingers around your jaw and pulled you into him. He was probably quite handsome in his youth.
“Too high and mighty to open your fucking mouth?” He goaded, squashing your cheeks between his calloused fingers, “How much for your mouth?”
Noise from the pub spilled out into the streets, raucous men wasting their wages on cheap liquor. Any plea for help would be futile. Even if they could hear you, a whore caught behind the pub with a man was hardly worth a second look.
“You’re hurting me,” A weak croak escaped your rouge-smudged lips. It was a gift from one of your regulars but maybe wearing it at the local pub was a mistake.
“On the house?” He sneered, yellow teeth and thinning hair visible in the dark of the alley. With an iron grip, he pushed you to your knees, the thick mud and jagged stones cutting into your skin.
Aggressive clients were an unfortunate commonality but, whenever it happened, it was as frightening as the first time.
The scratch of a match drew you from your panicked stupor, crowded against the grimy brick wall.
Light from The Garrison illuminated the alleyway as the backdoor opened and slammed shut, casting the alley into darkness again. Your breath caught in your chest, your fate no longer in your own hands as you silently pleaded for the stranger's presence to startle the man.
A shadow appeared on the wall from the man’s lit cigarette. A Peaky Blinder. Shit.
The man above you stepped back, his eyes on the man’s shadow as it tripled. His jaw tightened before he dragged you to your feet. The commotion caught the three brothers’ attention, their hushed conversation halting.
Thomas Shelby’s scrutinising gaze fixed on you until the man excused himself and hurried out of the alley onto Garrison Lane.
John and Arthur Shelby chuckled, nudging one another and failing to hide their smirks. Whiskey dripped from Arthur's moustache and John's tooth pick hung from the corner of his mouth.
With flushed cheeks, you brushed the tiny and blood-smeared stones from your knees and righted your skirt.
Deep blue eyes didn’t falter, pinning you to the spot.
“Is Lizzie still inside?” You asked meekly, attempting and failing to meet Thomas Shelby’s eyes.
Thick fingers ran his cigarette across his pink lips, taking another drag as his gaze assessed you. Fighting the urge to touch your hair or tug your lip between your teeth, his eyes finally broke away from you and it seemed his assessment of the situation was complete.
You were aware of one another, only by association. Lizzie was now Thomas’ secretary and she dragged you to The Garrison whenever she could. The Shelby brothers acknowledged your presence, as Lizzie’s friend, and they will look out for you as a favour to her.
Arthur broke the silence, his gruff voice full of cheek, “Yeah, talking to a BSA worker. Your fella outranks hers. Does that mean you can charge more?”
For men who frequently pay for whores, they were at ease to laugh at your expense.
It was the middle brother who spared you, snatching the whiskey from the eldest and offering you a swig. Against your better judgment, you took the bottle and swallowed a mouthful or two.
“Don’t worry, his cock went nowhere near my mouth,” You spat with no real bite behind it, “Didn’t want to take the piss with his shallow pockets.”
John and Arthur stood in stunned silence, their cheeks reddening and their eyes averting away from you. A wiser woman may have kept her mouth shut but you were banking on Lizzie to save you from any potential consequences. And you were humiliated, what else did you have to lose?
Thomas took a drink from the bottle before handing it back to his older brother. His deep Brummie lilt travelled through the silence, “We’ll drive you home.”
Without waiting for a response, he headed onto Garrison Lane and the brothers looked at one another, dumbfounded. You weren’t in the business of saying ‘no’ to a Blinder, especially not the Blinder, and especially not after your spiteful words. With shaky legs and sweaty palms, you followed the brothers.
A brand new Bentley was parked in front of The Garrison. Thomas held the passenger door open, finishing his cigarette. Arthur and John wrestled until Arthur manhandled his younger brother into the backseats, releasing his neck from a firm headlock.
Stepping back, Arthur motioned you towards the backseat but Thomas cleared his throat. The two brothers shared a moment of unspoken disagreement.
“I’ll sit in the back. I don’t mind,” You said as if your voice wasn’t yours. Three gangsters within arms reach was more than enough to set your nerves on edge.
“It’s alright, sweetheart. Just a chair,” Arthur grumbled with a soft and crooked smile, as he clambered into the back with a more than delighted John. Smiling politely, you took the passenger seat.
This was your first time in an automobile. Thomas started the engine and glanced over when you crossed your legs, unsure how to sit lady-like in the confined space.
Your skirt rode up as you got comfortable and your grazed knee was exposed. Thomas kept his eyes on the road as he reached into the breast pocket of his suit jacket, handing over a white hanker-chief with a small embroidered T.S in the bottom corner.
Opening your mouth to protest, Thomas cleared his throat and focused on the drive. A silent order to accept the offer. Carefully you dabbed at the small trickles of blood, staining the white fabric, until all that was left was raw, grazed skin.
Thankfully, the drive to your lodgings wasn’t quiet; in fact John and Arthur talked your ear off as they passed the bottle of whiskey between them. You didn’t have much to say, mortified by the situation they found you in and frankly a little terrified to be in a car with the Shelby brothers in the first place.
Thomas was quiet. Lizzie said he’s been like that since he got back from France, but his silence was unnerving as you sailed through the streets of Small Heath.
“You live with Lizzie?” John asked as the car pulled in outside your lodgings and the engine cut. Clumsy hands gripped the back of your seat as he leaned over the front seats to smile at you.
Lizzie said John was a good boy, the best of a bad bunch. Nevertheless, blood rushed in your ears and your fisted the material of your dress at his proximity and hot whiskey breath.
Thomas sighed and lit a cigarette, surprising you when he got out of the car. Plumes of smoke followed him as he rounded the car and opened your car door.
“Yes, I- There’s three of us,” You answered, your scuffed brown heels stepping onto the uneven cobblestones.
“Three whores living together? Sounds like the start of a joke,” John laughed, his tooth pick long gone, and you were pleasantly surprised by the lack of insult in his voice.
“Or a very nice dream,” Arthur chuckled along too, his deep voice at full volume making you jump. With his brother distracted by you and the bottle, John scrambled into the front seat.
Arthur's swift smack to the back of John’s head echoed in the quiet of the street. A small smirk twitched at Thomas' lips but you averted your eyes before he noticed you watching.
"Lizzie is a secretary now, John," You played along, most comfortable with the younger brother. John's shining eyes were glued to you as you searched for your door key.
Arthur scoffed and mumbled against the lip of the bottle, "Yeah, Tommy's secretary." Nobody acknowledged the insinuation that hung in the air.
Opening your front door, you turned to the three men, slightly less afraid than you once were, "Thank you for driving me home. Goodnight."
"Night love," John and Arthur responded; Arthur's deep grumble and John's cheery lilt. They turned their attention back to the whiskey, fighting over it like children.
Before you shut the door, Thomas stepped closer to you, exhaling smoke through his nose. Did he want to come in? Payment for the lift home? Or, payment for the lift home? Whatever it was, your stomach felt like you swallowed a tonne of lead.
"Is everything okay, Mr Shelby?" Your voice carried between you, like a dainty flower ready to wilt.
"Tell Lizzie," He began, his cigarette hanging from his lips as he reached into his pocket, "That she's to come to work early tomorrow."
Folded paper money appeared from his pocket and suddenly the wad of cash was in your palm.
"Is- Is this for Lizzie?" You stuttered, blushing like a maiden at your suggestion. There was something heart-stopping about being the subject of Thomas Shelby's arresting gaze.
Thomas raised an eyebrow at you, taking his cigarette between his fingers and looking you up and down. Shit, was that the wrong thing to say? The Peaky Blinders never harmed women but that wasn't a comfort as you stood in front of him.
"Come on Tommy! It's fucking freezing!" Arthur yelled from the car. Thomas ignored him and threw his cigarette to the pavement.
"It's yours,” He said as if it was obvious, “Whores working behind The Garrison is bad for business."
That bastard! Lizzie told you all about her sessions with Thomas Shelby. Prostitution is only acceptable when he's doing the fucking?
"I'm not a charity nor a bookie you can bribe Mr Shelby," You pressed the money to his chest, "Save your white knight persuasion for Lizzie. Goodnight."
The sound of John and Arthur's laughter disappeared behind the wooden door, as you slammed it in Thomas' face. Muffled conversation between the brothers carried into the house, relieving you once the car drove away.
You had only been in your bedroom for a moment before gentle footsteps hurried across the landing.
"Is everything okay? I saw the Bentley parked outside," Thelma's brows were furrowed and she pulled her robe taunt against her body, peering into your bedroom.
"Yes," You nodded, slightly out of breath from your racing heart, "The Shelby brothers drove me home."
Thelma's jaw dropped, "With- Is Lizzie with you?"
Shaking your head, you draped your bag over the railing of your bed frame and unpinned your hair in front of the mirror.
"They said she was flirting with a BSA man. Caught me on my knees behind The Garrison," You flushed, failing to keep a straight face. Thelma burst into a fit of giggles.
Through the mirror, you saw her covering her mouth with her hand to stifle her amusement. You turned to face her, giggling at the ridiculousness of it.
"I'm sorry I don't mean to laugh," She sat at the bottom of your bed, as you unlaced your dress.
Living with other women was a comfortable situation but living with other whores was even more so. Who else would you go to for a second opinion if you thought you had the clap?
Your dress fell to the floor in a ripple of fabric and your heels were kicked off, "No it is funny. John is sweet. Arthur was drunk and loud.."
"..and Thomas?" Thelma goaded with a teasing grin.
"I slammed the door in his face," You winced and Thelma gasped," Do you think Lizzie will be mad at me? I couldn't help myself."
As much as Lizzie protested, it was glaringly obvious that she was in love with Thomas Shelby. When he started meeting with her on a regular basis, her heavy pockets and orgasmic bliss clouded her judgement. It would be hard for any of you to not fall in love with a client who makes you cum. Now she was his secretary but nobody was disillusioned by that title and, after a few drinks, she giddily confirmed that he bent her over his desk semi-regularly.
If you didn’t know better, you’d think that he loved her too but a man like Thomas Shelby was not bound by such silly notions.
Thelma giggled with a warm smile, "The sun shines out of his cock as far as she's concerned, but she’ll get over it.”
Giggling along, you hoped that Lizzie would be a few drinks in and find the whole ordeal hilarious...
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rysko · 17 hours
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This, but as Peaky Blinders
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did this instead of going to sleep, bon apetit
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tommygrace · 3 days
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We never talked about this scene, but at that moment Tommy calls Grace 😭 He is completely beaten and well, they broke his head, right? And all he wants is her.
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"Grace?"
Thoughts?.@camewiththeframe @peakyv
@tommyxgrace-always @emmatgc
@lady-of-the-english @loveisalwaystheanswer @mary-fantg @thefandomlounge @squuls @rogers060967
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zablife · 21 hours
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Lovefool (sneak peek)
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Tommy x gf reader
Summary: An infatuated Tommy finds his gf in a state of confusion, leading him to question her devotion. Will she say she loves him and not another?
Author's Note: Requested by @runnning-outof-time who asked for a story set in the room pictured above. Image credit goes to K for that lovely image in the center of the moodboard!
“Please, don’t,” you shook your head softly as Tommy began to reach for you. 
“What’s wrong, eh?” he asked, voice gentle as he noted your puffy lower lip, swollen from your incessant biting. He’d come to notice it was a nervous habit of yours, but one that made you even more attractive. He would have kissed your ruby red lips if you hadn’t looked so distressed.
“Father says I ought to consider my options for the future. I’m afraid that no longer includes you.”
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sinsirellaxx · 1 day
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The force that is Thomas Shelby
Y/N angrily paced back and forth in the dark bedroom, her plush bottom lip an angry red as she kept biting it – her trembling hands massaging her temples in vain. She knew it had been a mistake. She had always known that she would come to regret it one day. She hadn't even wanted to – but she couldn't resist the older woman. Everything she had said, every promise she had made had blinded her and convinced her to reluctantly agree. "There is worse evil out there. If you want to be protected – if you want to be safe ... then this is it. You are a beautiful young girl Y/N. And Small Heath is a cruel place for an innocent thing such as you." What could happen, right? At first she had still been scared of the male. They had never talked much – oh how she wished it had been one of the other brothers – but slowly he opened up. Bit by bit. He started talking to her more frequently. His eyes did not seem as cold anymore whenever they were directed at her. The first few weeks of their marriage he had taken it slow. He did not wish to spook her – she was such a fragile little thing. He had given her enough space to get used to Arrow House. Hadn't even touched her the first few days because of the way her whole body trembled when he tried to get close the first night. He had seemed so understanding. With each passing week – each passing day – she grew fonder of the male. And the more she showed her affection, the more the male relaxed around her – freely showing the affection and attraction he felt towards the girl. She didn't have to know that he had been intrigued ever since laying his icy eyes on her.
Y/N had just realized her growing feelings for the man a few days prior to this moment – she had been so happy and ready to embrace him with her whole being.  Walking towards his office with quiet steps and her heart beating out of her chest in the middle of the night in search of her husband she had come to a halt when she had heard his deep voice.
Curiosity and worry had etched onto her face as she listened closely. He wanted to meet up with someone. He would be waiting he had said. Grace, he had said. All kinds of thoughts clouded her mind as she quickly walked back to their room, her heart aching painfully as it anticipated the worst. Quickly climbing under the covers she closed her eyes, trying to even out her breath and pretending to sleep when she heard the door to their bedroom open.
On said day she had followed him to an apartment and watched as anoher woman walked into to building a while after him. The light of one of the rooms she could see from outside turned on and her eyes widened as she watched her husband passionately kiss the small blonde woman.
Y/N had stormed back home after witnessing her husband's infidelity. Tears streaming down her reddened cheeks while sobs racked her whole body.
She had spent a good hour crying and pacing, her eyes swollen and puffy. Her chest tight and suffocating.
She did not know what to do. Should she confront him? But what for? All she knew was that she could not stay in their home. His home. Rushing to her wardrobe she grabbed one of her bags and stuffed it with some of her necessities, her own savings and her favorite accessories. Grabbing the keys to her own small bakery – the only thing that belongs to just her – she rushed out of the room. She silently begged for Francis to be asleep, for she knew where the loyalties of the older woman lie. After checking her surroundings she rushed to the front door, grabbing her coat and her boots before stepping out of the house – and with that, she left Arrow House without looking back.
Thomas Shelby had left the apartment with a heavy feeling in his chest. The thought of your beautiful face, your kind eyes and your soft smile had plagued him throughout the night. He was surprised he pulled through with his passionate affair with Grace – but with the whiskey in his system he did not have to worry too much about consequences and repercussions. Getting out of his car the tired male walked up the stairs to his estate, guilt tearing at his insides as he opened the door. He walked straight up the stairs, coat still on as he wanted to – no needed to reach his bedroom, where he was sure his little wife would be sleeping peacefully. He opened the door as quietly as possible while removing his cap from his head. Sighing softly, he pushed the door open, his eyes immediately landing on the empty bed. He frowned as he walked into the center of the room, turning to look at every corner – until his eyes landed on the open wardrobe, taking notice of the lack of clothes and the missing duffle bag. He cursed under his breath before storming out of the bedroom. "Y/N!" He yelled as he went to open every single door, checking every guest bedroom, every bathroom and even the kitchens. "Y/N!" He yelled louder, his throat already feeling raw from the amount of force he used to shout.
He heard a door open and rushed footsteps coming towards him, causing him to quickly walk out of the kitchen in hopes of finding his wife. However, he was disappointed to see one of the maids. "Where is my wife?" He managed to grit out through his teeth.
Francis appeared right behind the younger maid and put her hand on the scared woman's shoulder. "She walked out shortly before you arrived Mr. Shelby." Although she spoke softly, her voice vibrated painfully in the man's ears. "What do you mean she walked out, eh? Why didn't you stop her?!" His voice boomed towards the end of his question, his rough hand pushing through his hair as the quickly turned around to rush out of the house. The woman's explanation could wait. He needed to find his wife first.
He had been driving for a while, his grip on his steering wheel growing tighter with each passing moment. She couldn't have gone too far. It did not make sense. The thought of his wife running away with someone else briefly passed his mind, deepening the angry frown on his face. She could never. His wife was too naïve – too pure. Yet the thought didn't leave him alone, causing him to drive faster.
He stopped a few meters away from the small shop, stepping out of the car. His steps heavy and confident as he walked towards the building. He knew she had nowhere else to go. If she did not run away with someone this is the only place she would go to in the middle of the night. His footsteps grew quicker as he noticed the faint light peeking out from behind the drawn blinds. Coming to a halt in front of the door he did not waste another second before he carefully tried to push the door open. He wasn't sure if he should be disappointed, worried or glad that Y/N had forgotten to lock the door – but that was not of importance in that moment. He pushed the door open carefully scouting the room – looking for his wife. The shop itself was clear, which meant that she had to be in the kitchen or the backroom. He closed the door quietly and locked it with the key that was on the door. Pocketing the key he walked through the shop to the backroom. He could vaguely hear sniffling coming from behind the door, which sent a pang of guilt and worry through his chest. Something must have happened. Tommy briefly wondered if she knows but it couldn't be – right?
He opened the door of the backroom and stepped inside, his sudden appearance causing her to flinch and scramble to her feet with a silent gasp. The moment her eyes met his her whole body visibly shuddered in a mix of emotions. Tommy watched his wife with a stoic face. Waiting for her to make a move. To say something. He blinked slowly as the silence between them weighed heavy and although he is a patient man it seemingly did not apply to this exact situation. "What are you doing here in the middle of the night?" He mumbled while raising his brow as he stared pointedly at her. His voice low. He watched her open and close her pretty lips, desperately trying to say something – to look for an excuse. Before she could come up with something to say he motioned to the duffle bag in the corner of the room. "What is that for?" His eyes never left her as he watched her squirm, her hand playing with the sleeve of her blouse. "Where you planning on leaving me?" He spit out as he stalked closer to her, his face muscles taut with anger. Stopping just an inch in front of her, their chests almost touching, her leaned down to whisper in her ear.  "Were you trying to leave your husband? Did you forget about your vows?"
That seemed to do the trick as the dam holding back her tears and her words burst open. She pushed him away from herself with all the strength she could muster up. "Did I forget about our vows?!" She yelled, the fear she felt seconds ago pushed to the back of her mind – letting the anger that had been boiling inside her take the upper hand. "You seem to be the one forgetting about the vows." She grit out, pushing her finger angrily into his chest. "You disrespected me as your wife!"
Tommy just stared at her blankly as she continued her rant. He did not even feel her finger stabbing him repeatedly in the chest. "I saw you with her." Her voice broke as she whispered the last bit, a sob climbing its way up her throat. "A-And I really thought that this would work." She gesticulated between them as she sobbed. "You are just as bad as I had feared. No – you are even worse than that. I trusted you –" She cried as she turned around, hiding her face in her hands as she tried to calm herself down.
The older male stared in shock – the weight of her words grounding him. The fury and disappointment he felt melting away and being replaced by heavy guilt. He had been caught. Icy blue eyes watched her shoulders tremble from the onslaught of tears and sobs wracking through her body. He thought he had been discreet. Why did he even care this much? Why did the sight of her falling apart hurt him so much? For the first time in a long time Thomas Shelby did not know what to say. Should he beg for forgiveness? Tommy never begs – his ego would never let him. Should he just walk out? He knew he couldn't nor wouldn't walk out of there alone. He realized that he needed her.
"Please – just leave Thomas. I do not want to see you again." She whimpered out as she gripped the front of her blouse in her hand.  Thomas' hand halted midair at her words. "I want a divorce. T-This is clearly not working, and I don't want to be in the way ..." She spoke more clearly this time, clearing her throat as she straightened her posture. At the mention of a divorce something snapped inside of Tommy as he turned Y/N around and pushed her against the wall, one of his hands finding her waist as the other grabbed hold of her jaw. The brunette girl yelped in pain, her trembling hands flying up to wrap around his hand on her face, clumsily trying to pry his fingers off. He pushed her face up to meet his narrowed eyes – a dangerous glint swimming in his blue orbs. The fury in his eyes sent shivers down her spine. "What did you say, wife? I think I misheard you, eh?" He mumbled loudly, his eyes narrowing as he glared at the frightened woman in front of him. Y/N just stared at him with wide eyes – a newfound fear spreading throughout her whole body, paralyzing her on the spot. "Cat got your tongue?" Tommy smirked cruelly at her. "I don't know what you claim to have seen. But no wife of mine will spew nonsense about a divorce, aye?" He breathed against her ear as he placed a soft but chilling kiss on the expensive earrings, /he had gifted her, followed by a sharp bite to hear lobe. "You'll be a good wife and come back home with me – without causing a scene. You really shouldn't throw around that word so recklessly – right? Divorce." He scoffed, his lips softly pressed against her cheek. "You can't just leave – you are my wife. You are mine." He pressed a lingering kiss to her jaw before lifting his head up, staring into her teary eyes.
"Did you really think you can leave just like that? Without saying a word? If you're so worried about your husband swaying you should take better care of him, don't you think so?" He spoke softly as the fingers on her jaw slackened, moving to softly stroke her wet cheek. He chuckled at her crestfallen face as he let go of her chin, taking a step back. His eyes still trained on her.
Thomas just stared at his wife, his eyes cold and void of any emotion. Y/N trembled slightly, still shaken from the force the man had used against her. She finally managed to look into his eyes, with her own big brown ones. Y/N was scared, in these few months of being married to him she hadn't seen his cruel side – but she had heard all the rumors about him. He was worse than the rumors.
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viesanterieures · 1 day
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me: "i don’t have a type in men"
the guys i find hot:
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cillmequick · 2 days
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Hello! What fics are you reading at the moment? Or what fics are on your reading list (if you have one)?
Hi! How are you?
So, I wish I was organised enough to have a reading list and frankly I should have one, but the truth is that I am a chaotic mess and usually just grab onto whatever’s in front of me at any given moment 🙈 I apologise unreservedly to my mutuals for being a slightly crap reader 🤦🏼‍♀️
However, here is a non-exhaustive list of things I’m reading or have good intentions to catch up on…
Fuck Buddies - @garrison-girl-08
Scandal - @garrison-girl-08
Blind Date - @garrison-girl-08
Misadventures - @moral-terpitude - I’m SO behind but I adore this story and it deserves tonnes more love than it gets!
Time After Time - @all-mirth-no-matter - also very behind but it’s amazing!
Now You Know The Truth - @zablife - I need to catch up!
Nobody’s Girl - @darklydeliciousdesires - not started yet but I love this woman to death and am living for her Luca era 🤭
Heart, Body and Soul - @peakyswritings - another I’ve not started but intend to!
Shadow of the Sea - @lunarubra - a new writer in our midst! Check out her new Cillian x OC series (as ever I need to catch up!)
Basically everything by @emotionalcadaver but esp I need to finish her In Time series and I want to at some stage read her wonderful peaky stories with my darling Lucy who I feel I already know so well 🤍
And then not specific fics but writers I try and read when I see they post, depending on character and whatnot, though YOU should read everything they write because they are marvellous humans:
@peakyscillian
@scorpiussage
@justrainandcoffee
@runnning-outof-time
@kiss-me-cill-me
@noforkingclue - who is responsible for for my current Slow Horses/ River Cartwright / Jack Lowden unhingery 😂 I’m also looking for stories for that fandom but it is teeny weeny.
I’m bound to have forgotten something or someone so check back for any ‘oh shit!’ updates 😂
And finally, for people reading this, please do try and leave comments or contact writers if you enjoy something you’ve read. It makes their whole day 🤍
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justrainandcoffee · 3 days
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Just a quiet rainy afternoon in a library with Tommy and the cats who live permanently there 💙
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For @runnning-outof-time. Hope everything goes well soon 💙.
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junkokiu · 2 days
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Peaky Blinders movie confirmed, lowkey screaming-
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