#fourth times the charm
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Fourth Time’s the Charm
summary | Tommy’s wife wants a baby girl.
pairing | tommy shelby x wife!reader
warnings | allusion to post-partum depression, talk of miscarriage, smut, creampie, unprotected sex
author's note | I’ve never wrote anything “x reader” and wanted to give it a shot. I don’t feel 100% about how it turned out, but here it is anyway.
word count | 2,365
Requested part two can be found here.
[Masterlist]
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Some days, your husband wouldn’t listen when you told him three children were enough.
You both already had your hands full with the three dark haired Shelby boys you had given him, that ran around and caused a ruckus from the time they woke to the time they slept, no matter what chores they were given, who they were sent with, or what the season was.
They were 8, 7, and 5-years-old, and it felt like for each month of the last five years that Tommy hadn’t seen you pregnant that he was trying to convince you for one more baby.
However, on a night like tonight, in a snowed in house, with a fire lit in your bedroom, his words had a chance of coaxing you.
For the most part, because you knew, deep down, that, yes, you wanted a girl. Each time you fell pregnant, no matter how happy you both were that you were able to give your husband another happy healthy baby, there was a tinge of disappointment those first few months, that you had birthed another boy.
That was until time passed, and you felt back to yourself, and you got to see that twinkle in his eye as he held them and helped you raise them that you realized, another boy was good, and you’d love them just the same.
The other reason you knew, that on a night like tonight, in a snowed in house, with a fire lit in your bedroom, his words had a chance of coaxing you, was because for the first time in so long, you were alone.
You had realized a pattern, as you lay in the tub thinking about the day, amongst other things, that each time that Tommy had planted another child inside you, you had been having a nice night together, alone.
Actually, each time it had been a calm day as today had been, followed by a night spent enjoying each other as much as you could.
And today had been one of those quiet days, as Ada had taken all three boys, bless her, to stay with her to give Karl a chance to spend time with his cousins. For the whole week actually they would be gone with their aunt.
You and Tommy had spent the day, well, he spent it working, and you spent it with your legs over the side of the leather chair in his office, alternating between a needlepoint and a new book.
After dinner you’d taken a nap while he kept working, and now you were in the bath. The water was warm and the room as dark, as the only light you had brought had been a candle.
You listened as the door opened and closed to your bedroom, followed by the sound of your husband setting his shoes in the closet, and hanging up his jacket.
You counted his steps to the door before he knocked twice, then opening it. He leaned in the door frame as he observed the parts of your body that were submerged and exposed from the scalding hot water.
“So this is where you’ve been hiding from me, eh?” He smiled as he removed the braces from his shoulders that held up his trousers and untucked the white shirt as he approached the tub across the cold tile.
“You call it hiding,” you said as he discarded the garments in a pile with yours, “I call it waiting.”
“Well,” his rough fingers met your shoulder as he traced the curve of your arm along the side of the tub before linking his fingers with yours, hot breath finding your neck as he planted a kiss behind your ear, “Mrs. Shelby, if you make room I’ll join you.”
The rough tone of his voice cropped up goose pimples on your exposed flesh and you moved forward and let him join you in the water.
As you leaned back against his chest, he let out a content sigh as his hands rested on your stomach.
There was silence for awhile, as you listened to his breathing and, if you placed your head just right against him, his heart beat. Moments like these were few and far between, and made you fall in love with him a little bit more each time.
“I’ve been thinking,” you whispered as one of his hands, in the water, traced the ghost marks in your flesh, a sign of growth and retraction, mothering and carrying of children burned into your skin, and his other hand wove its fingers between yours, light flickering off of two golden bands next to each other, “maybe, we can try for a girl.”
You heard the blip of his heart skipping a beat as your words caught him off guard and his fingers gave yours a squeeze and he took a deep breath. “Yeah?”
The excitement in his voice he tried to repress just a tad. He knew, from the last three children that, if the trend continued, you’d be absolutely insatiable for nine months.
His hands wandered your body before speaking, one hand moving to your breast, to squeeze the nipple, while the other dipped between your thighs. While the sensation in the water of him lightly pressing your clit wasn’t the best, as the water just didn’t work the same way as your own wetness would, it still felt good.
With a squeeze of your shoulder he whispered in your ear, “Let’s get out, yeah?”
With a nod you stood as the water dripped down your body, before he leaned past you to retrieve and wrap you in the soft towel. Now, not that he usually wasn’t always, but now you figured would be soft with you. Gentle.
As the water drained and you dried yourself and collected a towel for him, a sad thought popped into your head.
“You have to promise me something, Tommy,” as the words began to leave your lips you almost regretted them, knowing that if there was an answer to the question, you didn’t want to hear it. “You have to promise me, that you won’t let some of those men that you’ve subjected yourself to rub off on you.”
He quirked an eyebrow as he waited for you to continue, “I don’t need to know, but I tell you now, I can’t bring a daughter into this world and teach her she needs to be respected by men if I have her father out with other women behind my back.”
He closed the short distance between you, a somber look upon his face with a slow shake of his head, before wrapping you in strong arms, “There’s no one but you, love.”
His words quieted the noises and chaos inside your mind as you found your head resting against his chest.
His fingers traced unidentifiable patterns on your back. The smell of his skin seemingly was always tainted by a touch of whiskey, a cigarette snuck in at some point recently, and his aftershave. But you loved it. It was comforting. Him, undeniably.
He pulled from you slightly to turn your chin and capture your lips in his. As he held your face his free hand crept down your back and over your ass to play with the wetness that was already escaping your warm cunt.
You did your best to wrap your leg loosely around him, allowing him better access to pump his fingers in and out of you.
He pulled his lips from yours moving to your neck as your hands splayed and clenched against his chest.
“Relax,” the word was a quiet breath whispered into your ear. He was well aware of your hesitation to relax and just express fully how you were feeling. You were stressed between children, and maids, and the constant company of the house that someone, anyone, would come barging in.
He sucked and nipped and licked at your neck, until finally you had convinced yourself that surely no one would interrupt the two of you on a night where all your children were away.
Shyly, a moan escaped you lips as your face was pressed against his shoulder. It was a wonderful noise to touch his ears as you felt his length continue to grow, pressed against your stomach.
He removed his fingers from you, wet trailing across your flesh as he brought both hands to your hips. The candlelight flittered and flicked and sent wild shadows across his face as he watched you.
“Should probably move to the bed,” the way his eyes roamed you made you feel as if he was taking you in for the first time, “doesn’t seem right to try and conceive a child with you bent over the sink.”
You were flush as you thought about Adam, the middle of the three, knocking at the locked bathroom door a few weeks ago as Tommy pounded into you, sounds muffled by your skirt and his slacks, as your son mused that he couldn’t find daddy anywhere.
You had yelled to him through gritted teeth and fingers grasping the porcelain and the faucet to take his brothers and go check the stables.
“Not just any child, Tommy, a girl.”
He smiled as he sat at the head of the bed, pulling you onto his lap, as his hands found your hips again.
“How do you know it’ll be a girl, eh?” He smiled as his hands squeezed you.
You guided him inside you, relaxing your legs, slowly, to take him fully before speaking.
“Because, all of you Shelby’s, as far as I can tell, have a curse.”
He quirked an eyebrow before bucking his hips up into you when you didn’t lower yourself all the way to meet him. “A curse?”
Your hands gripped his shoulders as you moved yourself on and off of him, the wet between your thighs growing more pronounced as your breasts bounced and the head of his cock cascaded every ridge inside of you, moans passing between both of your lips before his strong hands held you in place as you took him whole inside you again.
“Tell me, Mrs. Shelby,” one hand stayed on your hip while the other gently tickled your stomach, resting there as he pictured you filled with his seed and growing his child once again, before his blue eyes, alight with some kind of fire, met yours “what is this curse you think we have?”
You squirmed against him, rocking your hips just enough to feel him hit somewhere just further than the deepest part of you, with a gasp as he pushed further, the words choked out of you in the midst of a moan you weren’t anticipating, “Three boys.”
His brow furrowed as he pulled the both of you around just right so you landed gently on the pillow and he now lay between your legs, looking down at you. “Three boys?”
“It takes three boys to get a girl,” you explained as he slowly pulled himself out of you, and you watched the breath he took as your fingers skritched and played with the short hair at the back of his neck.
He pushed back into you slowly but you could see his thoughts were elsewhere now.
“You three,” you said as you poked him on the end of his nose and he leaned forward to kiss you fingers, “then Ada. Our three. Ada only has Karl,—”
He interrupted you, as if wanting to prove you wrong, “John didn’t have three boys with Martha.”
Maybe, maybe, the men in their family didn’t speak of these things outside of their houses. “She lost a baby, Tom.”
He paused, taking in the somber mood that took over your face as his lips returned to your neck and you wrapped your legs around him. His arms were tucked under you and his fingers played with your hair.
He quickened his pace, the final flick of his hips as he was fully taken by you caused your moans to grow louder with each thrust. Eventually you were pulling yourself to meet him, feeling the warm heat of an impending climax growing in your stomach.
You breathed his name silently between your lips as the words all mingled into some jumbled mess. Surely, Mary and Frances even if they were in deepest depths of the house, as far away from your room as possible, could hear all the noises he had you making. Your eyes rolled back into your head as you pushed away the thought.
“If you,” the words escaped him through staggered breaths as he rose to hold you by you thighs, his hips almost painfully bucking against you, “if you can come for me,” your head pressed back into the pillow as the words left his lips, he knew what he was doing to you, and also maybe if he said the words that would make it true, “love, if you come, it’ll be a girl, yeah?”
All the words hadn’t even been spoken before you indeed started to clench as his cock swelled and exploded his seed inside you.
You chuckled as he nuzzled his face into your neck, a contented sigh humming in his chest as he lay on top of you gently.
“Tommy, if you squash me there’ll be no baby,” you choked out, knowing full well he wasn’t laying with all his weight into you anyway.
He pulled the blankets over you both, nuzzling into your neck once again as he kept his hand resting on the lower part of your stomach.
You could hear his heart pounding from his chest as you played with the longest part of his hair, your eyes closed.
“Think we’ve done it then?” An excited beat leapt in your chest as you thought about how he would behave with a daughter. Would he learn to braid her hair?
“No, no, love. I think we’ll have to try over the next few days. Just to be sure,” you joked as he brushed the few strands of hair that were in your face back behind your ear, “maybe even a few times each day. To be certain.”
#tommy shelby#peaky blinders#peaky fucking blinders#tommy shelby fanfic#peaky blinders fanfic#peaky fookin blinders#peaky blinder fanfic#fanfic#tommy shelby smut#tommy shelby x reader#thomas shelby x reader#tommy shelby x you#cillian murphy x reader#fourth times the charm
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Whose show do I have meet n greet tickets for?
Adore Delano gives me life. Danny Noriega saved my life.
#then and now#adore delano#danny noriega#gender fluid#lgbtqia+#meet n greet#dirty laundry#fourth album fuckyeahadoredelano#beaten for the gods#highlights you can see from space#yas#party your world tour#is it weird that I want to meet Danny more than Adore?#☠️#🗣️ tongue pop#adore’s lips#sweet baby danny#fourth times the charm#knock on wood#ru girl#tour tickets#vip tickets#meet & greet#meet and greet#adore delano tour#rpdr#rpdr season 6#rupaul's drag race#drag queen#drag
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I swear tumblr is like committed to crashing on me today T3T It's what I get for trying to be more active here ♡ Hello from the void~ I love you guys 💗
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Applied to university, again
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ok i take it back i just listened to candy sugar pop with headphones and i like it
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impulsive thoughts are telling me to try and give dimension 20 another try …. (I’ve tried listening to it 3 times in the past)
#sparrow speaks#Fourth times the charm#Augh idk#Maybe if I tried one do their more horror campaign ?#Idk I’ve tried listening to fh and then the city of night one ?#The one with the trans guy#But got no more than 3 episodes in#Augh im bad at listening to dnd podcasts I don’t know how Jrwi entrapped me
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Got my sister into Homestuck and she just finished the troll romance section, while confused she made it through just fine, I couldn't be prouder. If she reads the rest of the comic then great but really all I wanted was someone else irl who understands the funny weirdness of troll relationships.
#homestuck#ive gotten three other people to start homestuck but none of them got to even the trolls introduction#fourth times the charm
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me, watching eddsworld for the first time years ago: wow...time to learn norwegian :)
me, watching metalocalypse: ....oh...guess i should try that again :P
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Fourth Time’s the Charm - Pt. 5
Warnings: There is, and I cannot stress this enough y’all, smut. Cream pie, umm...I think we know why were all here. There that’s the warning. Smut train, choo choo.
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Of all the things you were surprised Tommy was nervous about, you meeting his family definitely topped that list.
He happened to be very relaxed that Sunday as you both awaited Ivy’s return. Tommy had told you that morning as you had pranced around in your wool tights and his under shirt, still your makeshift night gown, that he had struck a deal with your sister to make her leave for the weekend while she’d been in the pub that week. She hadn’t been with friends but visiting your father.
“Thomas!” You swatted him with the dish towel as he turned the eggs on the stove.
“It wasn’t that I specifically told her what all that was going to happen. I only bartered with her. I told her I would give her money for the petrol if she would go and visit your father for the weekend so we could have privacy as I had something important to talk to you about.”
You groaned, “She’s not naïve.”
He encircled you, pinning you between him and the sink, his chest pressed against your back as you held the slightly damp towel as your only means of defense, “Am I really that bad, eh?” His hands tickled your stomach as they rested there, lips brushing your neck as he whispered in your ear, “The thought of someone knowing I’ve bedded you properly really that terrible?”
“No, it’s just not something my family is open about.” You shook your head, leaning back to tuck yourself under his chin.
“Well, what are you going to do if we have kids then? Hide from family for nine months while you’re growing a small person inside you?”
You turned to face him with a roll of your eyes, slinking down slightly as you leaned back to see his face, a whimsical glint in his eyes, “Maybe I’ve just caught me brothers fucking enough that it doesn’t bother me.”
He shook his head as you took another shot at him with the dish towel. “You’ll burn the eggs if you don’t take care of them,” he returned to the task as you poured the water from the kettle into the teapot, “and what are you saying, if we have children? Are you saying you don’t want children?”
“Once you meet my family you’ll see why I question it.”
“Ah, yes, and when do I get to meet them, Thomas?”
He took a sharp breath, his tongue tracing the inside of his teeth, while he thought.
“Later. Today if you want. Aunt Pol has been bugging for me to bring you ‘round.”
You should have been the one that was nervous. Tommy had only ever told you about his family, bits and pieces, and it had been a long while since you had had any reason to go to Small Heath. Long before knowing him.
He had left midday, to fetch a change of clothes and make arrangements for the afternoon, and you took the time to boil water for yourself for a bath while you listened to a show on the radio.
Once the copper pot, situated in front of the fireplace, was full, you plunged yourself in, resting your head on the towel on the edge to keep your hair dry as your eyes closed.
You’d regretted not bringing a book, but you weren’t about to give up your comfortable and cozy position now to retrieve one.
Once the radio show was over, you hummed along to the songs that were playing until your solitude was interrupted by your sisters return.
You heard her coat and bag rustle as she hung them by the door, but there were no footsteps for a moment as she listened to the quiet of the house.
“Ivy, I’m in the bath!” You called out, and heard her sigh as her footsteps came toward you.
You couldn’t see her but she paused at the doorway, a creek coming from the old wood as she lent against the frame.
“So?” She asked. Without even looking, you knew her arms were crossed.
You shook your head, feigning ignorance, hiding your excitement carefully before you could probe about how she felt about the situation.
“So, what?” You questioned, as she sat behind you removing your hair from its constraints and running her fingers through it loosely.
“Hmm,” you could hear the frown as she thought, “nothing. How was your weekend?”
You chuckled as she started a braid at the top of your head, her short fingernails scratching your scalp. You hadn’t had your hair braided in so long. Your mother used to braid your hair after a bath, both of you. You smiled, realizing what she was doing, the thought of your sister trying to mother you in this moment, waiting for you to tell her something important, was rather quite sweet.
“It was,” the thought of Tommy’s head between your thighs cause your breath to catch in your throat, “good.”
“You’re red.”
“The water is hot.”
“Oh! You! You’re embarrassed!” She handed you the braid to hold as she fetched the ribbon you had discarded from the mantle, and you sunk in the water a bit as she continued taking the Mickey out of you, “Your ears are bright red, and your cheeks, Sissy,”
She hadn’t called you sissy in years except when she made fun of you. She tied up the end of your hair and still hadn’t quit talking, “Your so shy, I can’t believe you’re too embarrassed to tell me you got your ashes hauled!”
“What?!” You cried, crossing your arms across your chest.
She splashed her hands in the water before sitting at the foot end of the tub, head resting on her hands as she stared at you, her short curls bounced around, seemingly even while she was still.
“So, he give you a green gown, did he?”
“We we’re not outside, Ivy!”
“So he did shag you!”
You huffed, sitting up in the water, staring at her with thin lips, “Yes.”
“Stop being so terse over it!” She pinched your cheeks, “Unless it was bad. You have to tell me if it was bad, because I can’t let you marry a man who’s bad in bed.”
You rolled your eyes, before your brow furrowed. “Well, if you need to know, it was amazing, and that’s all I’m telling you, but who said I’m marrying Tommy Shelby?”
Her eyes grew wide as she calculated her next words carefully, “Just a hunch.”
“Mhmm,” you nodded, taking a deep breath, “and how would you feel if your so called ‘hunch’ was correct?”
Her grin told you all you needed to know, “He did ask you?!”
She almost fell in the water with you trying to give you a hug as you nodded, laughing as her arms wrapped around your neck, “yes, yes he did.”
She grabbed the towel you had brought from the nearby table, thrusting it at you before turning around to give you a nugget of privacy while you wrapped yourself in it and waited to dry.
"And what did you say?"
You stepped out on the carpet, making sure to not tip the entire tub over, "I said yes."
She squealed, wrapping herself around your still soaking body, and making it impossible to hug her back.
"Dad will be so excited."
"Yes, how was he? Since Tommy said that's where he sent you off to."
"He didn't send me, he just--"
"Paid for the petrol?" You finished with a laugh as she flounced down onto the couch.
She nodded, "Dad really likes him. Wants you two to come see him.”
You chewed the inside of your lip as you listened to her words. “We’ll see. Maybe soon.”
“You’re still mad at him?”
“Mad. No. I’m not mad anymore Ivy. I stopped being mad along time ago.” You dressed with you back to her, it wasn’t like she’d never seen your hind end before, “No, Ivy. Now it’s hurt. Now it’s resentment at a man that left us here to run away from his own grief.”
You turned, not expecting the quiet apology she whispered.
“Do you want the water, it’s still hot, otherwise I’ll dump it.”
She nodded, and you resided in barn, sorting books and balancing the ledger, the door propped open so the breeze could enter until Tommy arrived again around four.
He rapped his knuckles against the door to get your attention, and you could feel your expression soften as he entered.
“Is everything alright?”
You shook your head. “I might have been a little harsh on her, coulda had a row but I came out here instead.”
He was dressed without the vest or jacket, just slacks, a shirt and braces for the moment, and it rather complemented him.
He mirrored the way you leaned on the counter, dropping down to his elbows before taking your hands in his, waiting for you to continue.
“I don’t get on well with our father, but she still thinks the world of him.”
He nodded, planting a kiss on your temple, “Go ask her if she’s coming along, already accounted on her for dinner.”
Tommy’s family turned out to be a kind, eclectic, group. Left with neither of their parents, his aunt had become rather mothering over the group of them.
Arthur, the oldest, also seemed to be the loudest out of all of the boys.
Finn, the youngest, played with his cousins, John’s children, and they didn’t stop all night.
Ada, his sister, and her boy Karl both seemed rather quiet, however.
John, with freckles and light hair, you could tell had had a drink or two before they even got there. His wife was a beautiful gypsy girl who looked rather unbothered when her husband pulled you into a tight hug upon introduction.
“So, this is the girl my brother hasn’t been able to stop talking about!”
He clapped you on the back, and you lightly returned the gesture, unsure of when he would let go between the squeezes and spins.
“Alright, John,” Tommy spoke as his gaze caught yours, “let her go, brother, before you scare her away.”
And Polly Gray, their matriarch, was a woman you knew you didn’t dare ever cross.
She was not mean. She didn’t dislike you, that much you could tell because you could sense that she would have no problem telling you if she didn’t. However, from the moment you saw her you knew she was a force to be reckoned with.
You sat on the floor in the office that night, once the house was quiet and everyone had departed, John offering to drop your sister at home as they returned to Small Heath, and began sorting the books that hadn’t yet made it to shelves.
“You could pull the chair over, you don’t have to sit on the floor.” Tommy turned one of the crates over, dropping on to it next to you as you shook your head.
“It’s okay, I’m comfortable.” He smoothed your hair, pressing a kiss to your temple as you handed him a stack of books. “Put these by the Shakespeare.”
He smiled, shaking his head a did as you instructed, his words coming back of the first time you spoke, seeing the irony in it now. As if him speaking those words in to existence had made it so.
Once all the books, well most of the books, we’re on the shelf, you finally sunk down on the couch in his office. The whole room, the whole house really, was expansive. You couldn’t imagine him turning in here every night alone for the past how long.
He had been looking at some papers on the desk, as you let your eyes wander the room lost in thought, you hadn’t seen him watching you.
You laughed as your eyes met his, realizing how intently he was watching you.
“What, Tommy?” You whispered, ankles crossed as you reached forward to grab the glass of whiskey he had poured for you.
He smiled, shaking his head as he rose from the desk and your heart leapt in your chest at the way he nonchalantly walked your way, “Nothing, just thinking.”
“About?”
“That you look like you belong there,” he chuckled, sitting down on the table before you, closing the amount of space between you as he leaned, elbow braced on one knee to let his other hand brush your cheek.
“Well,” you sighed, his touch now different from the way his hand would find the small of your back of hold you hand in his earlier. You set the glass on the small table to your right, now that he had occupied its previous home, “that’s rather a good thing then if I’m to live here some day, isn’t it?”
“Mhmm,” his eyes were filled with desire as he leaned close enough to capture your lips quickly, leaving the gnawing in your stomach wanting more, before he pulled away, hands lingering against the fabric of your skirt, “How far away is someday to be?”
You bit your lip as you tried not to smile at his eagerness, however it was impossible to not be endeared by it. “I don’t know.” You confessed with a shake of your head.
He had lost the suit jacket and vest about an hour ago in the up and down of you instructing him what books to put where on what shelf, and he seemed rather surprised as you pulled him closer to you by the white collar of his shirt.
You shifted as you felt the change in your small atmosphere. His hand on your waist as he held himself against the back of the couch, none of his weight on you, and found your mouth with his once again.
You moaned into his parted lips, his tongue dancing with yours as your head found the back of the couch, trapped all to willingly by his touch. His fingers trailed your bare skin, wherever he could find it.
“Thinking about,” his lips moved to your neck as he spoke, his palm finding your breast and gently groping it as your fingers went to his hair, teasing at the back of his neck, “you,” his breathing was just as heavy as yours as he pulled away, fingers diligently working at the buttons of your blouse, leaving it half open before his eyes found yours and he finished speaking, “in a white dress,” he yanked you to the edge of the leather couch, hands going under your skirt before he gathered it at your waist, not taking his eyes from yours yet as he knelt between your legs, “being able to call you my wife,” you lifted your hips as he pulled at the waist of your underwear, discarded somewhere, you didn’t care where.
Deep inside your core burned as he brought his lips to yours once again. He was so hard in his trousers, and your hips rolled without thinking against where he met you, your toes barely skimming the floor for leverage as he gave a contented hum against your lips. He pushed into you, the harshness of the fabric unbothering at this point as your brain was over encumbered by longing.
You needed him. It wasn’t something that surprised you, after the first time, it was a hunger just like anything else. The satiation wore away after awhile leaving you longing for the taste once again.
Despite the situation something rather, maternal, lit inside you with the way he kissed your stomach, his hands roaming your hips as he kissed and licked around the inside of your thighs, surely being able to taste you there. It was the smallest glimmer of ecstasy as he dipped to feast on you fully, before he brought his lips to you once again, tasting yourself on him.
You started to unbutton his shirt, when he took your fingers in his, kissing each knuckle before setting your hands to either side of you. He hooked one hand behind your knee, and you spied the mess you had made of the front of his trousers but he didn’t seem overly concerned.
With you rather on display, you felt a tinge of anxiety. What if someone walked in? However, by the time his fingers were plunged inside your dripping cunt you found that you didn’t care.
When you were able to pry your eyes open, you discovered he rather enjoyed the sight of you looking at him from between your own legs. His eyes almost rolled out of his head before vacating you, pulling you up so he could resume his assault of his lips on yours.
“Should we,” you wondered if he could understand your words as he barely gave you room to speak, “go to bed?”
You pulled the braces from his shoulders now, and he let you, the buttons of his shirt becoming undone rather easily as his hands held your waist. “If you want me to take you here, I will.”
You felt the shiver that ran through your body and your nipples become fully erect at his suggestion.
“Tommy, what if one of the maids were to come in?” It was a serious question that he shrugged off.
“No one should be in here this time of night anyway,” you untucked his shirts, “and if they were to come in, they get paid not to see things,” his lips were on your neck again, “not to hear things.”
The words were only a minute reassurance, and the statement almost left you more confused than you had started.
Once you were both free of most of your clothes, he ran the head of his cock, swollen and thick, through your folds, before teasing your clit with your own wet that he had gathered. You bit in to your bottom lip, an action he undid, taking your jaw in his hand and breaking your now dented lip free. His thumb lingered, tugging and pulling at the plump redness as he finally plunged inside you, pulling your attention back fully to what you had been waiting for.
The gasp that left your lips quickly turned into a moan, deep from in your chest. The same noise was replaced by a cry as he withdrew himself, the dents you were leaving in his forearms from your nails mirrored those on your lips from your own teeth. The way his hands held your waist, firm yet somehow gentle all at once, that action alone, coupled with his thrusts, would have been enough on it’s own to make you finish around him right then.
You could barely catch you breath to speak, but the words whispered from you lips only seemed to spur him on more, “Tommy,” judging by the look on his face, there was something lit inside him the way you said his name, a whine, and his lips found your neck as you beckoned him closer to hear your words, “are you,” your hands in his hair made him push deeper, a moan whispered between your lips before continuing, “trying to make me with your child before we’ve even married?”
He let out a low growl against your collar bone, slowing his movements although you could tell he wasn’t finished. He rose above you and cupped your breasts, flicking and pulling each nipple in a way that you could feel contributing even more to the wet heat dripping out of you.
You could see him think, as he removed and buried himself inside you completely, over and over, and his hands wandered to your stomach, about the words you had said.
He sighed, “How long before people would notice?”
Fingers lazily traced your clit, removing himself from you to redistribute some of the wet to the now engorged nub, before plunging inside of you once again.
Your hands returned to a firm position on his forearms, “About three months.”
His jaw was slack as he slowly increased the pace again, his thumb holding firm pressure, playing with the wet and the swollen nerves before pulling you forward just enough to hit the deepest part of you. The part currently waiting for the billowing fire he had built to be extinguished.
You could feel the way he twitched, before spilling hot and thick inside of you, the result of you falling mercy to all of the motions reaching a crescendo at once, perfect harmony that left you a contented mess.
He didn’t make it far, resting his head against your breastbone to listen to your heartbeat, and encircling you as best he could as your heart continued to hammer in your chest.
He moved enough so he could see your eyes as you watched him kiss and nip just below your navel, before planting gentle kisses on your cheek, his forehead gently meeting yours so that you could see him smile, “You’re beautiful.”
After everything he had just done to you, those were the words that had made you feel shy. He could see it as he planted another attack of quick pecks along your cheek and your brow, until you finally laughed, patting his chest.
“Okay, Tommy, now that you’ve given me a reason to be tired, let’s go to bed.”
#tommy shelby#peaky blinders#peaky fucking blinders#peaky fookin blinders#tommy shelby fanfic#peaky blinders fanfic#peaky blinder fanfic#fanfic#tommy shelby smut#tommy shelby imagine#tommy shelby x yn#tommy shelby x you#tommy shelby x reader#smut#peaky blinders smut#gratuitous smut#fourth times the charm
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been way too long since one of my mutuals/friends has confessed that they have a crush on me over anon. who’s next.
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I THINK the next part of Closer is just about ready 🤔🫣🤭🤗🤗🤗 please no plot changes this weekend PUHLEASE or we’re back to square one. I’ve rewritten this bitch like 4 times, I’m about to abandon it in the woods 🤣🤣🤣 jk it’s starting to work out perfectly for what I’ve had planned so this is happening!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/33452608/chapters/83103193
#fanfic#fanfiction#bonnie bennett#tvd fandom#kennett#kol mikaelson#fantasy#the originals#the vampire diaries#vampires#the dark side of Kennett#Closer#writing wip#fourth times the charm#please don’t leave me
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What is it with Pinocchio being (indirectly) responsible for driving villains to make their egomaniacal dreams come true?
#shrek#pinocchio#puss in boots#prince charming#rumpelstiltskin#jack horner#shrek the third#shrek forever after#puss in boots the last wish#villains#eddy's screencaps#here's to hoping it happens a fourth time in the next shrek movie
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youve heard of sex flowers get ready for the flower that makes you into a celestial shoujo herione complete with particle effects you cannot turn the fuck off and creates a wifebeam so powerful it can incapacitate and maim and keeps making you burst into tears and fall on your ass which makes the wifebeam More Powerful and you also cannot turn this off either.
and is also still, sort of, a sex flower
from one of my favorite fanfictions, Celestial Afterglow by elanor_pam, a fic that defies description in the best possible way
#arts#shen qingqiu#svsss#listen im not saying that ive spent a cumulative half a year reading this fic and then trying to make an arts for it#and then getting frustrated and stopping because i couldn't figure out how to make sqq shimmery enough#but like. im not NOT saying that#this is the FOURTH time ive started something for this bitch it haunts my fucking dreams and yet the opalescent glittery sqq evades me#perhaps you o unlearned fool look at this and say hmm that's too many colour layers and glowy effects but oh how wrong you are#if it doesnt make you literally fall over yourself at how otherworldly and radiant he is then there is room for improvement yet#perhaps you look at this and you think Wow!!! this gives me literally NO ideas what this fic is about#well Let Me Tell You. i have no fucking idea how to summarize this fic#its not often the tags in a fic give me pause but i saw this and as i read the tags i was increasingly just like What#but i have no idea how to describe it. the tags arent NOT accurate but i was SO unprepared for what happened in like an extremely pos way#if i were tagging this i think i would give it the no archive warnings apply label if that matters to you#the author seemed they wanted to leaned towards over caution rather than risk missing anything re tags because This Is A Weird Fic#but oh my fucking god#i am gripping you by the shoulders i cannot stress enough how charming it is#brilliant characterization especially with airplane in the first scene#and also so much fucking funnier than i thought possible for the general setting summary tags and buildup#its just. ough. its good
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perv!jeno
fourth time trying to get this to show in the tags, i’m so sorry ㅠㅠ
warnings: dubious consent
milf!lover jeno who is such a perverted piece of shit, appears innocent on the outside as he attends his favorite class, just to see his favorite professor in question, you. but on the inside, he’s thought of the dirtiest fantasies, with no ounce of shame that you were twice his age. who could blame his desires, when you looked so fuckable in your professional attire.
the only reason he hasn’t failed physics is because of his attendance record. without your presence, he would surely have been sent to the Dean’s office for his negligence.
his chosen seat in the lecture room, elevated in the back, gave him just the right amount of obscurity to palm himself through his denim jeans as he watched you pace back and forth along the ground floor.
he actually felt sorry for you.
you seemed disheartened by the lack of enthusiasm in your students, their ambition thwarted from the harsh realities of university—student loans, terrible diet, and all the other vices that came with being a young adult.
jeno knew just the thing you needed. someone like him to destress your mind and body. someone like him that would ravage you beyond repair, so you no longer cared about the miniscule details.
fucked so hard that all you cared about was him, and his raging cock.
every day he prayed to whatever god just as vile as him, that the slit in your pencil skirt would grow a little taller. maybe even a hole would appear in your sheer pantyhose; he always loved the look of that.
if you were inquisitive enough to look past his nerdic qualities, you would never go back to men your age. jeno knew he was the entire package.
but jerking off in his dorm room just wasn’t fulfilling his needs anymore. and his roommate got tired of the constant, wet sounds of him beating his dick into oblivion every night out of the week. so much so that just last week the dorm RA held a “wellness meeting�� per request of his roommate.
jeno shook his head free of that poor excuse of a therapy session in regards to his masturbation addiction. today was the day that he would approach you after the lecture.
with a hefty sigh, you said your usual,
“don’t forget the discussion post due tonight by 11pm! everyone have a good weekend!”
you knew your reminder wouldn’t hold much weight. there were only a few that would actually participate. but there was only so much you could do.
and it was a well known fact that physics was among the most-hated subjects here.
luckily, this was the last class of the day. and the weekend was just around the corner. you were excited to try out a new cookware set that your daughter brought you for Mother’s Day, even inviting her and her fiancé over for dinner tomorrow as a show of thanks.
as you packed up your laptop, and planner into your leather tote bag, you were surprised to find that the lecture room wasn’t empty yet.
the last one, Jeno Lee, had just reached the final step along the walkway.
you paused on your gathering of items, deciding to give your undivided attention in case he had a question or concern.
the only concern you had, was the hard-on poking past his light blue denim jeans.
it was painfully obvious, and quite intimidating considering his slim stature.
“is everything okay Mr. Lee?”
you tried your hardest to keep your eyes focused on his face, even deciding to zero in on his browline glasses to distract you from his groin.
“yeah everything’s fine.”
he stood in front of you like nothing was amiss, casually hooking the single backpack strap on his left shoulder, his other hand resting in his right pocket.
“if that’s the case, i’ll go ahead and have my leave now. have a good weekend.”
you failed at making it less obvious that you were dying to get out of the lecture hall. it wasn’t out of distaste, far from it.
rather, you felt disgusting for liking what you saw. everything down to the simple plain white tee, loose-fitting jeans, and light blue Jordans made you rub your thighs together as you stood there. even the veins that tensed along his forearm as he clutched his backpack strap was enough to make your breath hitch deep inside your chest.
fortunate enough for you, your phone buzzed with a notification from your daughter as you made your way to the exit.
bringing the phone up to get a clearer view of the message proved futile, as you felt his warm hand snatch your wrist, causing your phone to flail out onto the linoleum floor.
he waited until your back was turned, like the coward he truly was, to go in for the kill. your entire body swung back to face him, with a single yelp escaping your lips as you tried to fight against the whirlwind that was your student.
you winced as he escorted you back to your desk, back arching from the sharp strike to your spine. chest pressed firmly against his own as he let his backpack slip off his shoulders and onto the floor. the third button to your white dress shirt had popped open upon impact, revealing a lacy black bra that was waiting to be ripped apart, much to his liking.
you were overly sensitive to the stimuli he forced upon you; wrist beginning to sting from his harsh hold, waist feeling singed down to the bone as he gripped you there with his other hand.
upon opening your eyes, you were met with a being that surely dreamed of this moment. to watch as you felt his dick prod at the middle of your skirt, licking his upper lip in concentration as grinded upwards into your clothed heat.
his blissful expression soon turned to disappointment as your pencil skirt provided too much of a barrier between his swollen cock.
he would have to take care of that soon.
despite letting up on your waist, all of your thoughts of an escape were in vain as you heard the familiar unclasp of a belt buckle, yet somehow you couldn’t forge a call for help, not when his lips were millimeters away from your own.
your eyes trailed from his blown pupils to his mouth as he spoke, nowhere near prepared for the filth that fell from his lips.
“i hope you don’t mind that i give you another one, since you’re already a mom…”
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