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Endless love

(Modern) Tommy Shelby x reader

✨ I wrote this for @justrainandcoffee Alfieversary! My dearest Flor who knew fanfiction and Peaky Blinders would cross our paths! Thank you for always being so kind and generous-and talented!-, becoming mutuals here for a short time and somehow it feels as if we knew each other in person. Cheers to many, many more Alfieversaries!

Summary: Y/N is “forced” to leave her husband and baby for the weekend, so join Tommy to sort parenthood by himself for a couple of days. How will he deal with everything? Including a fussy baby.

Word count: 2.5K

A/N: we know I try to make moodboards right? 🤭

“Okay, erm so there’s milk storage enough.” Y/N mumbled, taking one more look around the bedroom. “Emma’s nappies are in the first drawer, keep her bunny close to-“

“Her face, I know.” Tommy produced a small chuckle, trying hard not to roll his eyes as he had already heard his wife’s instructions for almost a week. “Love, just leave that there, take a deep breath and have a margarita for me, we’ll be fine.”

Looking down at his six-month old he found her big beautiful eyes staring at him.

Y/N blinked nervously, this was the first trip away from Emma, it’s was a natural thing to be nervous.

“I can’t drink a margarita, remember?” She pointed at her breasts for a clearer message. Although she really wanted one.

This was actually her first real going out in a long time, somehow her life had been turned upside down full of baby trips to the doctor’s appointments, quick trips to get the groceries, restless nights of feedings. Thats why when Tommy insisted she should make the trip with Rose and the girls, she thought it would be a good idea to have a little time to herself.

But suddenly, her phone started ringing and loads of messages arrived simultaneously.

“Are you su-“

Tommy cut his wife’s words. “Yes, now go before Rose comes up to take you.”

Y/N gave Tommy a worried look, she couldn’t help it.

“Say goodbye to mama,” he waved Emma’s little hand. “Buh-bye mam!” He imitated a childish voice.

Y/N felt her heart clenching inside her chest when she kissed her daughter’s chubby cheeks.

“If you need anything just call and I’ll be back.” She rushed to say before kissing Tommy’s lips. Stepping out of their home, she blew them a kiss.

Tommy finally felt confident enough to release the air he had been holding. He was beyond nervous for not having his wife around whilst taking care of their baby, he was actually panicking to do anything wrong.

As Tommy closed the door he saw Emma’s lip quiver and a second later, she let out a big cry.

“Oh no, no darling don’t cry.” Tommy tried to soothe her. Small legs kicking with such force that made him think of a small tornado. “It’s alright, mama will be back in a couple of days…” he mumbled tried to get his daughter to settle.

His phone started buzzing in his pocket, he tried to rock Emma, but her cries became louder. Pressing the green button so fast that he didn’t look at the name on the screen.

“‘Lo?”

“Is Emma alright? I heard her crying.”

Tommy gasped. “Yes, of course, it’s the television… there’s a baby crying.” He lied.

He noticed Y/N’s hesitation so he rushed to assure her everything was fine and encouraged her to have a great time with her friends. Then, Tommy searched the channel with calm music Y/N used to rock Emma to sleep, in an attempt to settle his baby.

“How can a little thing like you cry so loud?” Tommy sighed defeated. He was one step from giving up. “I don’t know how your mama does it.”

He had tried everything, absolutely everything. And nothing seemed to work.

Was his baby sick? Hurting?

“What is it baby girl?” He wiped away the tears from her eyes, long lashes wet, chubby cheeks red from the intensity of her cries.

A sudden flashback appeared on his mind and with long strides, he walked into their bedroom hoping to find Emma’s bunny in its place. It had been a birth gift by Rose, and his daughter didn’t seem to like anything else.

“Look… here’s your bunny.” He tried tickling her cheeks. “And let’s take Mummy’s blanket alright?”

Tommy felt on the brick of desperation, was he really a useless father? One who couldn’t make his daughter stop crying?

His heart was aching.

Tommy wondered how would they survive for the entire weekend without Y/N. He started seriously doubting his parental skills in that moment.

Wrapping his baby in Y/N’s blanket seemed to bring some comfort for his baby. Groaning he covered his face with one of the thin cloths they used to go outside, it was small piece that only covered his features partially but then he heard a small giggle and a raspberry from Emma.

Startled, he removed the sheet from his face and looked down at what was making her giggle.

“You liked your silly daddy?” He asked mimicking a ridiculous voice.

He tried the trick once more.

And to his surprise, Emma giggled again, there was a bit of droll on her chin, big blue eyes sparkling just for him.

“You like Mr. Napkin?!” He asked in disbelief. “Yes you do!”

Getting up, he got a larger napkin from the kitchen and after covering his face again, but he added his glasses.

“Mr. Napkin needs help to see.” He repeated what it seemed like the best acting performance ever. “Oh! I see a beautiful happy little girl.” He turned to face his baby laying in one of his arms.

Emma laughed uncontrollably and kicked her legs happily.

“You know what? Mr. Napkin needs a smoke.” He announced, producing a cigarette from its case. But once he added it to his performance, he noticed a small pout. “Oh no, no… that’s a bad habit, don’t do it.”

Once he got his little girl to settle again, he sighed relieved when he saw the big yawn she offered.

“Mr. Napkin would like a nap too.”

But before he could close his eyes, his phone started ringing and the sound woke his daughter up.

“Shit. Alfie what do you want?”

“Just making sure you’re in one piece still… heard the Misus are having the time of their lives.” Alfie announced.

“I know you’re miserable when Rose is away, but I’m busy here mate.”

“That’s exactly why I was calling, to offer some child support.”

Tommy snorted. “Alfie the last thing I want is you taking care of my daughter.”

Alfie didn’t took that personally, he knew as a matter of fact that he had the opposite effect in Tommy’s daughter. “When will you finally admit your daughter likes me?”

“She likes pulling at you beard and your dog.”

“Look we both know you’re going to make the girls come back earlier from their trip and the least thing I need is having Rosie mad at me at your fault, so meet me and Cyril at the beach.”

“That sounds like an awful idea.”

“See ya.”

The actual plan worked like wonders, Emma was thrilled to spend time with Cyril, because being honest, he got all protective over Emma, and despite his size he acted like a cotton ball, bringing her sticks. But Tommy wasn’t going to admit that out loud.

Of course Alfie teased him endlessly for acting over protective towards the baby just because he made sure his daughter wouldn’t suffer damage from the sun. Or any kind of damage for that matter.

“What are cha gonna do when your little pumpkin starts messing around with boys and-“

Tommy gave him a death stare.

“Wha? You can’t keep her locked mate…” Alfie pointed out as the girl grabbed some sand in her small fist.

“That’s not going to happen.” Tommy answered with a clenched jaw.

Just the mere thought of it, made his insides twist.

And to Alfie, to have the chance to tease Tommy it was like the cherry on top, it was something he wasn’t going to let it pass.

By the time they went back to their apartment, Emma was sound asleep in the back seat.

After changing his baby girl into a pajama set, Tommy walked around the place to set the alarm and taking the remote, he turned off the lights.

To his surprise, he got a message from his wife.

Missing you both like crazy! xx

We missed you too, Emma was thrilled to take a little trip to the beach xx - he replied.

Almost immediately, his phone started ringing and the photo of his wife holding their baby appeared on the screen.

“I know I said I wasn’t going to disturb you, but…” her sweet voice made him smile.

“‘S alright, I was just getting ready to sleep.”

“But it’s still early.” Y/N pointed out turning around to look the hour.

“I am exhausted.” He dragged the words.

Turning the call into video, Y/N noticed the bags under his eyes. The dim light cascading over his cheekbones.

“Looks like someone’s having the time of her life.” He complimented.

“We had a massage and I ordered a virgin cocktail.”

Tommy shook his head. “No booze? What’s the fun in that?”

“Stop temping me.” Y/N pouted. “I’ll let you’ve some rest, tomorrow it’s going to be a long day.”

Tommy yawned and wished his wife a good night.

****

A babbling sound make him open his eyes asTommy tried to fix his blurred vision.

Groaning, he got up. “Morning, sunshine.” He kissed the top of her head as he pulled her against his chest and went back to bed.

Instinctively, Emma started nibbling his nipple.

“Oh sweetie, you won’t find anything there.” Tommy explained with a chuckle.

But Emma wasn’t in the mood and a round of loud cries started right away.

“I get it, the milk provider is moving right away, give me a sec.” He got up and carried his baby towards the kitchen, to prepare the bottle for her. A few minutes later, Emma was sucking happily.

“Such a drama queen eh?” He stared at her soft features. Wondering what life had in store for her. “What do you wanna do today? We can go to the park, or the pub bet your uncles would love to see you.” He proposed as his baby was focused on her milk. That way he could get some help because everyone in his family adored his daughter.

Despite his wealth, Y/N refused hiring a nanny. She was adamant to be in charge of everything related to their daughter. And being completely honest with himself, he was grateful for being able to spend quality time with his first born, Y/N deserved all the credit for that, she helped him feel comfortable by giving his daughter a warm bath and helping as much as he could, being a present father.

She had already threatened him to include a hairstyle masterclass so he could learn to do braids and pigtails.

After a quick bath for him and another one for his daughter. He felt proud of managing to put an asthetic outfit for Emma, he actually went safe with clear colors God forbid that one time he changed her into a set that didn’t match, Y/N scolded and teased him endlessly. As Tommy was looking in one of the drawers for a clean sheet so he could place his baby on the floor, he found a small box where Y/N kept a bunch of things she said that were useless but you might need some day. The thought made him chuckle, but a sharp movement opened the lid and its content fell to the floor.

That’s when he saw something that caught his attention.

A playful smile spread on his lips and he rushed to the living room to set everything.

It took him a while to carry on with his idea, but once he was finished, he stood there proudly to admire his creation, the smile on his daughter’s face told him he did a good job. Oh, the things he’d do for that little Miss Sunshine. She had him wrapped around her little finger.

Snapping a photo, he pressed a few buttons to send it to his wife.

“What is that?!” Y/N asked raising her voice, excitement was evident.

Tommy’s chest expanded proudly as he looked at his mini-me in awe. “She’s being giggling nonstop.”

“This is the best idea ever!” Y/N sounded surprised, so he was still able to be one step ahead.

“Cheapest trick to keep her busy.” Tommy added, sending the photo to the Shelby’s chat group.

“I can’t wait to go back home.” He knew being away wasn’t easy for her, specially because she was so attached to Emma.

“The day will fly by and you’ll be back before you know it.” He tried to cheer her up. His eyes darting back to his daughter, still amazed by the balloons.

“Look at you, I leave you for a couple of days and you win the award parent of the year.”

“That’s what you get for abandoning us.” He joked.

“Hey!” Tommy heard Rose’s voice in the background. “Only emergencies! Is Tommy missing an arm?” He heard some weird noise and then she spoke clearly. “I hope you’re taking good care of Emma.”

“Of course.” He wasn’t sure if he should be more scared of his wife or Rose.

“Good, then were stealing your wife for another day and we’re already planning the next trip.” She warned, and this time around, it was Y/N turn in the background saying that she didn’t want to be away from her daughter again.

“Have a fabulous day, I gotta change a stinky nappy.”

Ending the call, he decided to order some food, the last thing on his mind at the moment was to prepare something. At least he got a great deal by keeping his daughter busy with the balloons and that granted him a few minutes to stand outside in the balcony to smoke a cigarette while keeping an eye on his baby.

And the rest of his day went just like that between naps, babbling and the little sounds his daughter made. Later he’d pick a book to read to her.

****

Sunday finally arrived and after driving for a couple of hours, the girls left her by the apartment lobby first, so she made the trip to her floor quietly and since she didn’t tell Tommy what time they were coming back, she took the chance to surprise him.

He didn’t know, but she had been watching him in the baby monitor app on her phone. As a matter of fact her heart felt full last night when she realized her baby wouldn’t settle and after a couple of minutes, she saw Tommy getting up from the bed and climbing the crib -big enough to fit him-, to sleep with his baby.

She knew he was the best father their daughter could have.

And another proof was that moment while he was feeding Emma and he started singing a Romani song and ever so gently he explained their baby he came from gypsies and she too, had gypsy blood running in her veins. Y/N wanted to bottle the two of them along with those moments that made her confirm her deep love for that man.

But Y/N was the surprised one when she stepped into her apartment and found Tommy sleeping on the couch with Emma lying on his chest fast asleep, his arm wrapped around her back protectively. Her small hand closed in a tight fist over her bunny’s ear.

The image was instantly tattooed in her heart as a lifetime memory.

And she knew, her heart was full and that this was an endless love.

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Beach Day | Modern!Tommy Shelby x Reader

Request: no - but encouraged by @holacia3 with this ask

Pairing: Modern!Tommy Shelby x reader

Summary: (Y/N) manages to pull Tommy out of the office so that they can go on a trip. Once at their destination, they waste no time and have a much needed beach day. Or: Tommy forgets everything the second he sees (Y/N) wearing his shirt.

Warnings: language, some suggestive sentences

Word Count: 3332

A/N: this one’s probably going to flop, but I’m happy that I managed to finish it amidst the bout of writer’s block I’ve been experiencing. It was the other option on the poll I ran a few weeks ago. I haven’t got to take a trip to the beach this summer, so I decided to write about it instead. Enjoy! :)

A/N 2: this will be the last story posted in July … I’m going on a trip with my family next week and most likely won’t have any major time to write the other requests. I’m hoping that maybe I’ll be able to write and share some of the blurbs that I’ve got in my asks, but big stories have been halted until August.

PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK!

Comment/Message me if you’d like to be tagged in future stories like this one!

"...and you can't argue with me because I've already packed your bags," (Y/N) ended her pitch in an assured tone, setting her confident gaze on her fiancé, who was sitting across from her...at his desk, of course.

Tommy opened his mouth to speak, but the door to the office opening stopped him. Both he and (Y/N) looked over to it to find Polly entering the room. "I'm going to need you to hand over your diary," she said, walking right over to the desk, extending her hand towards her nephew when she stopped in front of it.

"I'm guessing you got her in on this?" Tommy asked (Y/N), his eyebrows raised as he looked between both women.

"I did," (Y/N) nodded in an assured manner, a tight-lipped grin present on her face, "and you're not getting out of it."

"Everything's been handled. Go take a break, Thomas," Polly added, moving her fingers then to remind him that she was going to need his diary.

"So it's been settled then, eh?" he looked at (Y/N) again.

"It has been," she answered him, a victorious smile present on her face, "give her the diary, Tommy."

"If I must," he sighed dramatically as he picked it up from his desk and handed it over to his aunt, making a big deal over it. Inside he was glad that (Y/N) had planned this out...he'd been working tirelessly on the business' latest expansion and hardly had a moment to breathe, but yet he wasn't going to stop and take one for himself. (Y/N) realized that and took it upon herself to plan the forced holiday.

"You must," (Y/N) stayed stern on her point, although the smile she was wearing was full on her face now. Tommy took one more look at his fiancée and couldn't stop the smile from forming on his face. There was not a doubt in his mind that he was ready to relax with her.

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By that time the next day, Tommy and (Y/N) found themselves checked into a private resort that sat right off of a beautiful beach.

After unpacking their luggage, Tommy made his way out to the living area of the suite they were staying in with the intention of checking in on how things were back at home. He was thankful that this resort had high-speed internet, because he couldn't stand to be disconnected for too long. The flight to the resort was already pushing the limits...nothing would connect in that damned airport.

It seemed as though (Y/N) had other ideas of what they should be doing next. She exited the bedroom the second he'd gotten comfortable on one of the couches. Taking one look at Tommy made her audibly sigh and drop her hand to hit against her thigh, the sound of it making him look up from the screen.

He immediately noted that she had changed. Her comfortable airport attire had been switched for a swimsuit and a loose, practically see through dress that she was using as a cover-up. A pair of sunglasses rested atop her head and flip-flops covered her feet. How she managed to get changed so fast completely perplexed him.

"You're back to thinking of work already?" she commented, a bit of an exasperated look filling her features.

"You know how I like to check on things," he stated, defending himself as he shrugged his shoulders slightly.

"I do know, but we're on holiday, Tommy," she pointed out.

"Yeah, but we just got here."

"Yeah...and I'm already ready to go down to the beach."

"I noticed that."

"Tommy..." (Y/N) sighed, a frown forming on her lips. She held her gaze on him for a moment, watching and waiting for him to say something, before continuing to speak when silence persisted. "I'm going to throw your bloody phone in the ocean if this is how this week's going to play out," she threatened him, her voice holding a more serious tone than it had before.

"Just let me do it now," he bargained with her, "I didn't know we were going to get into things so soon."

(Y/N) pursed her lips as she thought about his suggestion. She finally responded after letting silence hang in the air for a few moments, "fine. You can do it now, but please don't let it become a habit, ok? This was meant to take you away from work," she laid out her stipulations.

"Fair enough. I'll curb it for the rest of the week," he agreed to her counter-offer, nodding his head to seal the deal.

"Good," she nodded in response to his statement. A few beats of silence passed before she spoke again, "I'm going to go down to the pool and wait for you, ok?" she told him her plan.

"Ok," he agreed, watching her as she walked over to where he was sitting. "Look beautiful, baby," he couldn't resist giving her a compliment, his eyes running over her body.

"Thanks, Tommy," she smiled at him, her stomach filling with butterflies as she leaned down to press a kiss to his lips. "Don't be up here too long, hmm?" she mumbled against his lips after pulling away.

"I won't," he promised her, feeling her smile against his lips before they shared one more kiss. (Y/N) stood upright again, smiling and nodding at him once more before she moved back over the island that broke up the kitchen and living space.

"You know where to find me," she told him while making sure that her tote bag was filled with the essentials: beach towel, sun tan lotion, hotel room key, and, of course, her latest book. She looked over to him, watching as he nodded one last time, before she made her way to the door of the suite.

There weren't many people sitting by the pool, so (Y/N) was able to find an open lounge pretty quickly. She set her bag down next to the chair and then relaxed back against it. The ocean's waves could be heard from where she was, and the calming sound of them made her shut her eyes and take a deep breath. It was good to finally be able to take some time and actually relax.

As a senior member of the Shelby Company Ltd.'s marketing team, she was working just as much as Tommy was. Always coming up with new ways of advertising; always keeping up with the different avenues Tommy was taking the company down. It was tedious and time consuming, sure, but she wouldn't have it any other way...the job was how she met her fiancé, three years ago.

With both of their busy schedules, neither really had the time to take a moment and relax...until (Y/N) made a point to now. She was thankful for this trip, and she was sure that Tommy was, too.

Some time passed as she sat, relaxing on the pool lounge. She wasn't sure how long she'd been out there; she wasn't really keeping time as she switched between laying with her eyes closed and watching the other people meander about the pool area.

Luckily she was doing some people watching when Tommy came walking down the stairs and into the pool area of the resort. She spotted him as he was descending the steps, and immediately noticed that he'd changed into his beachwear. The white t-shirt and jeans he'd worn while traveling was now swapped for a pair of gray board shorts and a baby blue linen button down shirt. She couldn't help but stare at him as he walked across the area to get to where she was lounging.

"Ready to go down to the water?" he asked as he stopped in front of her lounge.

"I see you're finally finished with your work," (Y/N) commented, pulling her sunglasses down slightly to peer up at him.

He chuckled at her statement, shaking his head slightly as he looked out to the ocean, "yeah, and it's finished for the rest of the trip."

"If you say so," she brushed off the topic as she sat up on the lounge, collecting her bag and making sure that she had everything she'd come down with. "Let's go down to the beach," she said with a smile as she stood next to him. Tommy nodded his head before allowing her to lead the way to the gate that separated the pool area from the private beach that the resort offered.

The beach was beautiful. The sand was soft, and the breeze coming off of the waves made the hot rays of the sun not burn so bad. One of the perks of the resort having a private beach was the fact that there weren't many people inhabiting it.

(Y/N) and Tommy quickly found a spot to set their things down. (Y/N) made sure that the beach blanket Tommy had brought with him (because she'd forgotten it in the room) was laid out underneath one of the umbrellas the resort had set up. She set the bag down on it before kicking off her flip-flops and lifting the cover-up from her body.

"Let's go down to the water," she excitedly said, flashing a look in Tommy's direction before she took off towards the waves.

"You're not even gonna wait for me," he responded, moreso to himself than anyone, a smile forming on his face as he shook his head. He could easily tell how much she was already enjoying this holiday, and he was so thankful that she'd planned it for them. It took him a few moments to undo his button down and set it into the bag before he too kicked off his flip-flops and began walking down to the water.

He approached (Y/N), who was standing facing the waves, and wasted no time wrapping his arms around her midsection. His actions made her shriek at first, but she sunk into his embrace in seconds. "Isn't it beautiful?" she asked him, swaying slightly along with him.

"It is," he mused, resting the side of his head against hers as they looked out at the waves. "The water's not too cold either."

"It's not," she agreed, her hands coming up to sit on his forearms, "let's go in," she said then, tapping his arms to let him know she wanted to be released. He obliged, and she took his hand to lead him out deeper in the water.

They made their way out to where the water reached their waists, stopping there even though Tommy thought that they could go out a little bit further. (Y/N) protested his suggestion, telling him that 'things might eat us if we go any further'. Tommy listened to his fianceé's statement and stayed where they were. They spent a good amount of time in the water, switching from swimming around, to floating with the waves, to (Y/N)'s personal favorite: hanging onto Tommy like he was a tree and she was a koala.

At least an hour of them spending time in the water had to have passed before Tommy finally decided to start heading towards the shore. His movement, of course, didn't go unnoticed. "You're leaving me?" (Y/N) questioned after she saw him take a few steps backwards. She was enjoying herself in the water and had had no plans of leaving it any time soon.

"I think I'm ready to get out of the water," he answered with the obvious.

"We've not been in here long though," she pouted.

"I need to go sit for a minute, love. I'll be just up there," he told her, motioning to where their things were. (Y/N)'s pout didn't subside, but she nodded and allowed him to leave the waves.

She watched him walk up the beach and sit down on the blanket they'd laid out. Her eyes lingered for a few moments before she went back to floating on the waves.

It wasn't long before (Y/N) was exiting the water and walking up to where Tommy had made himself comfortable. It just wasn't the same wading in the waves alone. She wanted to spend as much time with Tommy as she possibly could. A sight - that she honestly wished she'd be surprised to see - was waiting for her at the blanket though.

"I thought you said you'd ditch the work while we're here?" she commented as she stopped in front of Tommy, who had his face buried in his smartphone as he tapped away at the screen.

Her voice made him quickly look up, a surprised expression forming on his face as he noticed she was right in front of him. "I was just checking a few things," he told her, holding his hands up in surrender, his now locked phone present in one of them.

"Mm-hmm," (Y/N) shook her head as she moved over to where the bag was sitting so that she could grab a towel and dry off, "you do know the ocean's right there, right? I could honestly take that phone and give it a good chuck," she stated, making sure her body was dry.

"You wouldn't," Tommy responded, a slight tone present in his voice, showing that he was testing the waters.

"I just might," she quipped back, a grin on her face as she dropped the towel back into the bag.

Before she could move to sit next to him, light blue fabric caught her eye. She instantly recognized it as the linen button down Tommy was previously wearing. She picked it up without a second thought, draping it over her shoulders and slipping her arms through the holes. It covered her swimsuit clad body immediately and she was grateful for the soft, cool fabric on her otherwise warm skin. She'd just finished rolling the sleeves up to her elbows when she finally felt Tommy's eyes on her.

Tommy had been watching her from the second she came back to the blanket. His phone was quickly forgotten as he watched her dry off and then grab the shirt from the bag. Sure, she had her own cover-up, but he was so damn happy that she'd chosen to slip his shirt on over her body. Something about her wearing his clothes just got him going. Just when he thought she couldn't get any more beautiful, she went ahead and did something like this. He couldn't help but let his eyes travel up and down her frame.

(Y/N)'s eyes finally found his when he found her face once more, and she couldn't stop the butterflies from fluttering in her stomach as she noticed the look he was giving her. She wanted to make a comment, but it died in her throat as she just about melted under his stare.

"C'mere," Tommy finally spoke, nodding his head to the side as a non-verbal addition to his statement. She grinned at him and happily followed his direction, moving over to where he was sitting.

He brought his knees up and opened his legs slightly, offering her the perfect spot to sit down in; one that she quickly fell into. She easily got comfortable sitting between his legs; her back rested against his chest. Tommy wasted no time in wrapping his arms around her, pulling her even closer to his body as he leant over and began pressing kisses to the side of her neck.

"Tommy, stop!" she exclaimed through her giggles, finally trying to squirm away from his lips as his actions quickly became ticklish. He listened to her and stopped his kisses, but he didn't dare loosen up the grip that he had on her.

It was easy for his hands to find their way onto her body, being that she'd left the shirt open, and he couldn't help but let them roam her figure. He took his time, feeling every curve as he nestled his face into her neck; breathing in the sweet smell of her skin mixed with the sunshine that had been kissing it since they exited the hotel room. (Y/N) had practically melted into his body, absolutely loving the feeling of his hands as they traced her skin.

She waited until his hands found their resting spot on the sides of her waist, his arms crossed over her stomach, to finally speak again: "I see that I've got your mind off of work now," she said with a grin, turning her head so that she could see his face out of the corner of her eye.

"Oh you most certainly have," he answered, a grin laced into his words, "look so fuckin' beautiful in my things...always, baby," he mumbled against the skin of her cheek before he kissed it.

The butterflies returned as she heard what he had to say, and she couldn't stop herself from turning in his arms even more so that she could press her lips to his in a much needed kiss. "Love you, Tommy," she mumbled against them, smiling as he kissed her again, this kiss holding more emotion than the last. "I can't wait for the rest of this week with you," she said once they'd finally pulled away from each other. She was now sitting with her body turned more towards him, so she was able to look at him head on. She couldn't stop her cheeks from heating up as she caught the look of total adoration in his eyes.

"If this is a preview of what's to come..." he trailed off, a grin forming on his face as his eyes danced over her figure once more, "I already know that this trip is going to be one that's hard to top."

His cheeky comment that was accompanied by a rather suggestive glance, made (Y/N) gasp, and she couldn't help but roll her eyes and shake her head as she tried to distract herself from how his words actually made her feel. Why did there have to be other people present on this beach?! She had to look towards the ocean for a few moments to re-center herself from the look that was making her wonder what they could get away with out here.

A few moments had passed before she felt the sharp snap of her swimsuit's strap against her skin. "Tommy!" she shrieked at the sensation, her eyes snapping back onto him to see that a smug grin was now present on his face. He tried, and failed, to feign innocence before his expression dissolved into a grin and chuckles. "I can't believe you," she shook her head, gently pressing on his shoulders for him to get the hint to lay back on the blanket.

She wasted no time in pressing her lips to his when he did lay down, and he made a mental note to do things such as that more often if this was going to be how she responded to it.

After sharing a flurry of kisses, (Y/N) rested her head against his chest, not caring about the shine of sweat that was present due to the heat of the sun that was engulfing them. She was thankful for the shade that their umbrella was providing.

Tommy wrapped his arms around the small of her back underneath the shirt of his that she was still wearing, effectively holding her close to him...like she was going to be moving any time soon. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the serenity that was surrounding them; not thinking about anything but the beautiful woman laying with him.

Like he'd said before: if this was a preview of how the week was going to go, this was most definitely going to be a tough trip to top.

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Could I request headcanons of Tommy Shelby comforting a sick reader? I’m sick right now and it sucks :(

awww!! hope you feel better lovely anon!!

being sick is something that tommy can tackle. you being sick is something that tommy can not handle. he wants you to be healthy at all times. not in a bad way but more in a ‘being sick is a reflection of his neglect for you’ way. if you’re sick, he always thinks it’s his fault when you’re sick. he will beat himself up over it. he absolutely thinks that you are dying and will go to every length to make sure you are ok. you are his angel and you will stay heavenly.

this could mean a lot of things for you but it mostly means one thing, clingy tommy. this absolute unit of a gangster will slide into your shared bed and stroke your hair. you could be throwing up and he’s still kiss your shoulder and gently as he could as he held your hair back.

he’ll buy anything that he deems necessary for your recovery. maybe you’ve abused this a couple times (you do it all the time, cause obviously sweets and chocolates are important to my health, thomas) but he doesn’t care. he’ll go to the ends of the earth just to make sure you’ll be ok.

in the end, thomas will show you a different side to himself, a frantic man who just wants to take care of his lover. his sweet angel. he’ll kiss your nose if you tell him you’ve rubbed it dry with tissues. he’ll berate your stomach if you’re nauseous.

he only wants what’s best for you and usually, he’s right about what he’s doing. he loves you very much.

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New Year's Eve with a Stranger - Modern!Tommy Shelby (smut)

So, this is a bit of a self sufficient fic, since I am spending NYE alone in one of my fave countries, I simply had to write this. Nevertheless, please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated. Enjoy my loves and a happy new year! xxx

Summary: The reader planned to spend NYE on her own in another country, but when she crosses paths with a handsome stranger she can't help but give into the way she feels towards him.

Warnings: 18+, smut, piv, age gap, choking, soft dom!Tommy, but mainly lots of fluff

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x fem!reader (2.8k words)

picture credit to So It Goes Magazine

She kept her eyes focused on the big window, sipping on her hot drink, barely sparing her surroundings any attention. It was still early in the morning, allowing (y/n) to watch the sun rise above the snow covered mountains, making a smile tug on her lips at the beautiful sight.

Yesterday she had found her way to this hotel, checking in with anticipation thumping through her veins, excited for a few days on her own, solo travelling a country she had always loved. And now, as she was eating breakfast in a quiet, cosy room, she felt all too comfortable, knowing that there were no meetings she’d have to attend, nothing but the plans she had made for herself.

“Is this seat taken?” A gruff voice ripped her out of her thoughts, forcing (y/n)’s eyes away from the big windows, focusing on the features of a handsome man. With a soft smile tugging on her lips, she murmured a quiet “No”, watching him sit down. “I hope you don’t mind the disturbance, but I didn’t want to miss out on this view.”

“Oh, don’t worry. I totally get it, it’s breathtaking.” She allowed herself to study the man for a few seconds as she took another sip. His piercingly bright eyes were hidden behind a pair of round glasses, his salt and pepper hair was slightly slicked to one side, exposing his side cut to her curious eyes. He was at least ten years older than her, but she couldn’t help but let her gaze flicker down to his hand, checking for a wedding ring, unable to find one.

“Have you been staying here for longer? I haven’t seen you at breakfast before.” (Y/n) tried to pinpoint his accent, wondering where he was from, and why he had found his way to this very place.

“No, I arrived yesterday. What about you, how long have you been staying here?” The man took a sip of his coffee, piercing eyes momentarily finding hers. A shudder ran down (y/n)’s spine at the intense gaze, wondering if he picked up on the attraction she oh so clearly felt for him, drawn closer without knowing a thing about the man.

“I come here every year, I enjoy the quietness this place offers. Is it your first time here?” An unfamiliar warmth flooded through her at the interest he seemed to find in their interaction, not used to being treated this kindly by a stranger.

“It is, but I am already in love with this place. Are there any things you’d recommend doing around here?” He pondered over her question for a few seconds, gaze focused on the pink and orange sky, painting a picture so beautiful (y/n) had to fight against the need to take a picture of it, holding onto the need to enjoy moments rather than pictures she took in these moments.

“Well, it depends on what you’re looking for, there are some museums you should visit, a few rather hidden book stores you’ll find in some alleys. If you want to, I can take you to some of my favourite ones.” (Y/n) couldn’t stop a surprised expression from tugging on her features, not expecting him to offer some of his time to her.

“I’d love that.”

……

Over the past hours (y/n) had learned that the handsome stranger is called Tommy, and that he lived in Birmingham, a city she had always wanted to visit. He had taken her to the history museum in the morning, followed by some coffee in a small store he seemed to frequent whenever he came to visit this town, already friends with the owner of the store.

He hadn’t done anything out of the ordinary, and yet he had won (y/n) over within the first few moments of meeting him. The way Tommy treated her was so unfamiliar to her, she wondered if he was real, filled with kindness, respect, and something glimmering in his eyes that filled her with excitement.

“Didn’t take you for a Dante fan, but I have to say, it fits.” Her whispers left Tommy laughing, thumping through the old copy of Dante’s Inferno he was currently holding in the hands (y/n) found herself staring at way too often. Even though (y/n) tried to focus on the endless rows of old books, her eyes were drawn back to Tommy’s frame at any given chance.

She tried to curse herself for being that interested in a stranger, and yet Tommy didn’t feel like a stranger, he had something familiar to him, something that left her wondering if they had crossed paths in another life. Whatever it was that left her feeling like that, (y/n) didn’t ever want to get rid of this feeling, clinging to it like it was her life vest, protecting her from drowning in uneasy waters she had been stuck in for the past weeks.

“Don’t tell this to anybody, but I can recite most parts of it by heart.” (Y/n) shook her head with a grin tugging on her lips, arms slowly crossing in front of her chest.

“Prove it.” A challenging look was thrown Tommy’s way, watching the man’s tongue kiss his teeth as he tried to stop a smirk from widening on his lips. He turned towards (y/n), leaning against the bookshelf with his hand still holding onto the old copy.

“Midway upon the journey of our life, I found myself within a forest dark, for the straightforward pathway had been lost. Ah me! how hard a thing it is to say, what was this forest savage, rough, and stern, which in the very thought renews the fear. So bitter is it, death is little more; But of the good to treat, which there I found, speak will I of the other things I saw there.” With another laugh bubbling out of (y/n), Tommy stopped reciting, letting go of a laugh himself.

“I have to say, I’m impressed. Do you have any other talents I should know of?” He took a step closer, almost touching her, eyes not daring to break contact with hers once. Both were clearly aware of the buzzing atmosphere that engulfed them, wrapping itself around them.

“Many, but I’d rather you find out about them yourself instead of telling you about them.”

……

The next morning (y/n) found herself in the same spot she had sat in the day before, once again watching the sun rise as she ate breakfast. This time Tommy had joined her at the entrance of the room, pulling her in for a hug, allowing (y/n) to inhale the scent of his expensive cologne.

Their day together had flown by all too quickly, ending with a quick dinner before they had parted ways, leaving (y/n) with a heavy heart. She didn’t know what it was, but yet she had instantly missed him the second Tommy had left her side, promising to meet her again for breakfast the next morning.

“I have some meetings I can’t miss out on today, but if you want to, we can try to catch some auroras tonight.” The smile playing on Tommy’s lips left (y/n)’s heart skipping beats, already filled with excitement at the mere thought of spending some more time with him.

“Absolutely, wait, let me give you my number, so you can just call or text whenever you’re ready.” She was too focused on reaching for her phone to pick up on the warm smile settling on Tommy’s lips, watching the young woman fumble with her phone. There was something swimming in his pupils that was all too unfamiliar, even to Tommy himself, she was doing something to him he hadn’t ever felt before, not wanting to leave her behind for even a minute.

(Y/n) reached her phone out to Tommy, watching him add his contact as she finished her drink. Their fingers touched as he pushed the phone back towards (y/n), making shudders run down her spine like bolts of lighting striking her body.

“If we’re lucky we can catch a few before midnight, so we can come back before the fireworks.” (Y/n) had almost forgotten that today was new year’s eve, a day she had always disliked, not one for drinking, partying, and staying up for endless hours. With a smile shot Tommy’s way she murmured a soft “Sounds good”, hoping that today would be another day she’d remember for months on end.

……

The cold wind teased their limbs, wrapping itself around the two as they were sitting on a bench, cuddled into their jackets with their eyes focused on the dark sky. For the longest time it had been (y/n)’s dream to see the auroras dance on the night sky, green and blue stripes of light that almost drew tears to her eyes.

“Worth the wait, right?” Tommy’s soft voice broke the silence, momentarily forcing her eyes away from the sky. He was sitting close to her, arm touching hers, leaving her feeling all too comfortable around the man.

“Definitely. Thank you for taking me here.” Since her eyes wandered back to the sky, (y/n) didn’t pick up on the way Tommy’s eyes flickered down to her cold hands, giving himself a few seconds to overthink his next move before he slowly interlaced his fingers with hers. Her heart skipped a few beats at the touch, making heat rise in her system, eyes momentarily finding his piercing ones.

Both couldn’t stop their smiles from widening, holding onto one another as the auroras kept dancing in the sky. (Y/n) silently prayed that whoever was listening would freeze the moment, not wanting it to end just there and then, not ready to part from Tommy just yet.

“Do you have any new year’s resolutions?” Once her eyes were drawn back to Tommy’s features, studying the man as she thought about his question, a question she had never spared much attention, not believing in resolutions most would forget about after a week or two.

“No, not really. Sometimes I want to be a bit braver, do a few more things to get me out of my shell, take a few more risks. But that’s about it, what about you?” Her breath hitched in her chest as she watched his gaze flicker down to her lips, for just a second, a second (y/n) undoubtedly picked up on.

“What kind of risks?” (Y/n) didn’t understand what was guiding her body, urged on by the unfamiliar tone of Tommy’s voice, moving closer with her gaze set on his lips. The seconds blurring by felt like minutes, hours even, with her heart racing and her breaths stuttering. Would he pull away? Would he stop her from pressing her lips against his?

But Tommy didn’t pull away, one of his hands found her cold cheek, encouraging (y/n) to close the distance between them, softly kissing Tommy. The touch left her panting, not expecting the kiss to make her feel like this. She had never believed in these cheesy descriptions of clashing teeth, fireworks going off in the distance, but now, as Tommy kissed her breathless, taking over the kiss before she could even try to lead, (y/n) couldn’t help but feel just like other people had always described to her.

They didn’t part as Tommy pulled her into his lap, kissing her beneath the colourful night sky, making them feel as if they were reliving a scene from a movie. Neither of them wanted this moment to end, wanting to stay connected till the end of their time. But with shaking heads and aching lungs they eventually had to part, staring at one another with excitement and anticipation laced in their gazes.

“Take me back to the hotel, Tommy.”

……

She had her back arched off the bed, eyes squeezed shut, hands tugging on Tommy’s hair. The man was settled between her thighs, grinning against her naked skin as he ate her out. Tommy touched her as if they had done this numerous times before, careful enough to pick up on the wordless signs her body was throwing his way, though rough enough to let (y/n) choke on her gasps.

“Fuck, Tommy, feels so good, don’t stop, please.” His chuckles vibrated on her skin, leaving (y/n) whining as she tried to hold on, not wanting to give into the sensation just yet. His fingers fucked her fast, curling against her swollen spot whenever he got the chance to. She was putty in his hand, unable to do anything but give into the pull she felt.

Tommy could tell that she was close, about to fall over the edge with his name burning in the tip of her tongue, with her hands balled into fists, and with her lungs struggling to hold onto any air. He held some kind of magic over her, (y/n) had never felt before.

“Look at me, doll, keep those pretty eyes open for me.” These were the last words (y/n) managed to pick up on before she came. Tommy’s tongue kept lapping at her folds, guiding her through her high with a satisfied smile tugging on his lips. A few praises were murmured against her soft skin, fingers lazily fucking into her for a few more moments before he let go of her.

Within seconds Tommy was towering over her once again, lips caught in a heated kiss. They didn’t part ways as she helped him out of his shirt, nails scratching at his skin as he undid his trousers, needing to feel her naked body pressed against his.

“Are you sure you want this? You can always tell me to stop.” He murmured the words against her skin as he kissed his way down her throat, groaning as she wrapped her legs around his waist, pressing her naked cunt against his dark boxer shorts.

“Fuck me, Tommy.” He didn’t need to be told twice, letting go of her to free his cock, grinning as he felt her wide eyes taking in the sight of his twitching length. (Y/n) watched him roll a condom down his cock, aligning himself with her heat before he wrapped his hand around her throat, keeping (y/n) pressed against the mattress.

The eye contact both held was intense, and yet it had something awfully intimate to it, forcing her heart to skip even more beats. Tommy fucked her rough, not holding back as he added more and more speed to his thrusts, fingers tightening their grip around her throat. Her senses were heightened, wondering how far he’d take it with her, and yet she felt awfully safe with him around, knowing that he wouldn’t hurt her in a way she wouldn’t enjoy.

“Such a desperate girl, begging to be fucked.” A whine left (y/n), a sound that made Tommy chuckle against her lips, feeling powerful with her buried underneath him. His lips met hers in an almost rushed kiss as he fucked her, hips meeting hers with every thrust. “You fit so perfectly around me, as if you were made for me.”

“Just for you, Tommy.” A moan left them in unison as her walls fluttered around him, wordlessly begging for more friction, needing to feel his fingers on her clit to give into the sensation threatening to claw through her. (Y/n) felt herself getting lost in his pupils, wide from the lust thumping through his veins, making them appear darker, more dangerous than the piercing colour she was used to.

Both were close to letting go, wordlessly communicating their every thought, knowing that there was no holding back. Tommy let go of her throat to sneak a hand between them, lifting himself to spit onto her pulsing bundle, rubbing her skin with his warm fingers.

With (y/n)’s fingernails clawed into his skin, she came, head thrown back, eyes squeezed shut. Tommy kept fucking her, thrusts perfectly positioned to prolonge the intense sensation. He watched her fall apart with a grin, unable to stop himself from kissing her again before he came, groaning against her mouth.

The sound of fireworks going off ripped them out of their trance, unable to stop laughing as their eyes found the window. Wordlessly they watched the colourful lights alight the sky, still connected with their hearts beating in sync.

“Happy new year, Tommy.” His eyes flickered back down to hers, lips meeting (y/n)’s swollen ones before he repeated her words with a grin glued to his features.

#Tommy Shelby smut #Tommy Shelby x reader #Tommy Shelby imagine #Peaky Blinders smut #modern tommy shelby

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schoollover · 1 year

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AU: your camera roll, but you're dating modern Tommy Shelby

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cillianbabe · 4 months

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modern tommy you’re so my husband

#cillian murphy #modern tommy shelby

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moral-terpitude · 1 year

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Quiet Sunday

Okay Flor @raincoffeeandfandoms, I got carried away with my Moodboard here! But rainy Sundays are my absolute favorite combination! A day with nothing to do, unless you make plans, to otherwise just enjoy a rainy day! Congrats on your 2.2k milestone!

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Sunday.

Out of all the days it was the most looked forward to in the Shelby family. Your portion of it anyway, for vastly different reasons you were sure from Arthur and Linda’s household.

It was the only day that everyone had figured out, after a good tongue lashing or two for stealing Tommy from your company on a Sunday, not to disturb your family.

As you made your way down the hall, a sweatshirt and leggings making you far more decent than the way Tommy left you in bed this morning to fall back asleep and enjoy some peace and quiet, you heard…nothing.

No sound of Frances vacuuming, no video game noises and boys hollering coming from Charlie’s room.

Nothing.

Just silence.

You quickly knocked twice on Tommy’s office door before peeking your head in, loose pieces of hair falling in your face as you waited for him to look up from the papers he was holding.

He looked more relaxed than usual, feet propped on his desk, skimming something for who knows what.

“C’mon then, love.” He nodded as he spoke, messy dark hair still unkept from when he got up, and thankfully for whoever else may have been in the house (had Finn ended up staying last night?), he was dressed in some lounge pants and a tee shirt.

You grinned, letting the door click closed behind you, and he let his feet fall from the desk to give you clearance to crawl into his lap.

“It’s quiet.”

The chuckle reverberated through his chest as he tucked you under his chin, discarding the papers on the desk.

“Rare anymore.” His agreement made a nostalgic feeling stir in your chest.

Rain pattered against the windows as you shifted, trying to get comfortable. “I miss getting up and finding you and your boy out in the stables on a Sunday morning, Tom.”

He huffed, “He’s your boy too, eh? Too worried about what his uncle and his friends are doing now.”

The fire crackled as the rain hammered against the roof, playing a sweet tune with the metal of the roof.

“He went with Finn?”

“I don’t think they can manage to get up to too much on a Sunday. Pol wanted them round to help with moving some furniture.”

Two soft taps on the door had you straightening up slightly, perched on Tommy’s leg as he informed Frances she could come in.

“Mrs. Shelby, would you like breakfast this morning?”

Tommy’s fingers felt like they were going to wear a hole in your leg as he kneaded at your thigh.

“No thank you, Frances. Maybe just some coffee. No rush, I’ll be down to get it.”

It was the first of the month, which meant going over the Itinerary (which, how could you small family of three be so busy?), planning the menu, you needed to sort the bills, the bookkeeper needed last months bank statements…

“What do you say we go to that book shop you like, eh?”

His eyes glimmered at the suggestion. You knew your hair would never survive this rain, and you already had how many rooms full of books—

“Is…” you could already see his inclination to roll his eyes as you tapped your chin with your pointer finger, the light of the fire glimmering in the nothing short of obnoxious ring that he had replaced twice with something “better” than the previous one, “Thomas Shelby OBE MP, asking me on a date?”

“Hmm,” his thumb brushed along your cheek, brow quirking as you were sure he was going to use the same line he always did in response, “don’t tell me wife.”

As if on queue, Tommy’s phone started to vibrate across the table, and you couldn’t contain the laugh anymore, “I wouldn’t dare.”

Your smile was contagious, and you left Tommy with whatever was so fucking urgent for Alfie Solomons to be calling him on a Sunday while you went to the kitchen to retrieve your coffee.

#tommy shelby x reader #tommy shelby x y/n #tommy shelby fanfic #peaky blinders fanfic #modern tommy shelby #modern!tommy shelby #tommy shelby fluff

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Dark Desires (Part One)

Pairing: Thomas Shelby x Solomon!Reader

Warning: Smut, Arranged Marriage, Religious Themes, Loss of Virginity

Notes: I hope no one gets offended by this! If so, I apologize in advance.

You stood in front of the alter at the synagogue and looked at the stranger in front of you with some confusion. He was the man who you were forced to marry and he was older than you had expected.

He also wasn’t Jewish which, to you seemed, strange considering your family’s believes and all you knew about him was that he was in business with your uncle, Alfie Salmons.

Your uncle had no children himself and, therefore, it was you who had to bear the burden of marrying this stranger. You were the closest unmarried relative he had and, in your small community, it was all about family and connections.

You knew that your marriage to this man was for this very purpose only and your uncle had told you many times how, sometimes, one would have to make a personal sacrifice in order to succeed in business.

This sacrifice was going to be your hand in marriage and, when you stood there and listened to the rabbi, you learned that your future husband’s name was Thomas Shelby.

Thomas Shelby’s reputation preceded him and your chin dropped. You had never seen or met him before but, when you heard his name, you knew who he was.

He was a member of parliament who used to be associated with the fascist, Sir Oswald Mosley, until they had a rather public falling out. And, he was also a known to be career criminal who owned several businesses in Small Heath.

“Why are you marrying a Jew after associating yourself with men like Mosley?” you asked carefully and quietly but the rabbi noticed and told you to be quiet.

“I have my reasons Love, now give me your hands” Thomas told you and shivers began to run down your spine.

You despised what he stood for and you knew that your uncle hated the fascists just as much as you did. So why was he doing this? What was he going to achieve by marrying you?

These intrusive thoughts went through your mind throughout the entire ceremony and you couldn’t even listen to what the rabbi had to say until it was done.

You were married now, to a man who you didn’t know, but thought you should fear.

***

“Mazal tov, now let’s celebrate our new reunion, eh” your uncle said cheerfully after you and your husband exchanged rings and broke the glass and, as usual, he didn’t adhere to any of the rules when he stepped up towards the alter.

“Mr Salmons, I will have to ask you to leave…” the rabbi began to say, shaking his head in disbelieve at your uncle’s attitude.

“Oh common, don’t be like this rabbi. You just married a non-Jew to a Jew so, me being up here with you, is the least of your problems. Despite, Tommy here isn’t even circumcised, eh” Alfie said and, by this point, you had become rather embarrassed about his behaviour.

You took your religion and this ceremony seriously and so did your parents. Yet, your uncle took a very light hearted approach to the sacrifice you had just made for the family and you didn’t appreciate that.

“Alfie, show some fucking respect, eh” Tommy said before apologising to you and the rabbi and you stepped down from the alter with your cheeks burning red. This wedding was a disaster and you wondered what else there was in store for you expect from the obvious.

***

Fortunately for you, there wasn’t much of a reception after the ceremony and, yet, you were reminded by both, your mother and your maid, that you had duties to fulfill that night.

“I am aware mother” you told her again, after already having had this conversation with her several times over.

You knew that you had to complete the ceremony in the traditional way and, as your uncle had told you, he was hoping that you would bear some heirs for the Shelby and Salomon empire in the future.

Being a mother had always been your desire and now that you were married, your wish may finally come to true. But, did you want children with a man like Thomas Shelby? You weren’t entirely sure.

The other question was whether he wanted you at all. He hadn’t talked much to you following the ceremony and, when you approached him about the conclusion of your matrimony, he simply laughed.

“You actually want me to…” he began to speak with amusement and you were quick to interrupt him. Clearly, he had no idea what was expected of him during your first night as a married couple.

“We must Thomas. It is required” you told him and all he did in response was to cock his eyebrows.

“Alright then Love. I will see you at midnight, eh” he said, still chuckling in disbelieve and you wished that he would have informed himself of your traditions and the requirements of your union before marrying you.

He didn’t care about you, or any of this and yet, somehow, you were, by tradition and custom, required to obey and serve him and to bear his children.

***

As Tommy had required, just before midnight, you laid down on the large cushioned bed inside your bedroom which you didn’t share with your husband.

You already removed your wedding gown as you had been told to do by your maid, now wearing nothing but white satin panties and a white satin nightgown which was the same nightgown your mother had bought for you for this very special and particular occasion.

It was pretty, modest and practical for completion of the ceremony which, traditionally, was done by the obvious act of intimacy.

Until such act was being conducted, you had to stay pure and this was something you adhered to. Your God’s values aligned with yours and this was the very reason you remained a virgin until now even though it felt somewhat improper and upsetting to give up your virginity to a man who you barely knew.

It was your duty and your obligation nonetheless to give this purity to your husband and whilst you didn’t exactly choose to be with him, you were about to have sex with him. You had agreed to this out of your own believes and contrition and you were determined to go through with it.

To get you into the mood, your maid had lit some candles and placed them all around the bedroom. And, it was also your maid who had explained the act to you in the past.

She told you that, your first time, was going to be painful and she also told you that you may never learn to enjoy sex in the future. According to her, it was simply your duty as a wife to satisfy the needs of your husband and bear his children.

She recalled her own wedding night as having been disastrous but it gave her what she now loved the most, her beautiful ten-year-old son.

A son was what your uncle told you needed to give to your husband. He already had one, but one was not enough. He needed many to look after his business affairs.

***

With that in mind, you prepared yourself and prayed for a successful conception. Being a mother was your ultimate goal and desire and, when your husband finally entered your bedroom at around midnight as promised, your heart began to race like crazy.

The nervousness you were encountering was nerve-racking and, the truth was that, you just really wanted to get this last part of your union over and done with.

“Are you sure that you want to proceed this way? Because we really don’t have to do this as far as I am concerned” your husband said with a little concern and it was almost like sleeping with you was transactional rather than something he desired to do.

“Yes. I am sure Thomas. It is required by our religion and I value our traditions. Let me fulfill my duties as your wife and bear you children” you told him and he immediately cocked his eyebrows at you again.

“Alright then” he said nonetheless. He was a man with needs after all and, with that, he took off his suit jacket, shoes and tie before approaching the bed slowly.

It didn’t take long for you to feel his weight on the bed and you were surprised by the fact that he didn’t even bother to get undressed.

“Have you ever had sex before Love?” he then asked bluntly while nudging your legs apart and positioning himself in between them in a kneeling position.

“No I haven’t” you admitted as you felt part of his weight on top of you after he had lowered himself onto you slowly and you inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of his aftershave.

“Alright, then I will be gentle, eh” Tommy said somewhat reassuringly as hand began to trace down your body, right beneath your panties and, eventually, he slid his fingers over your naked mound.

“Do you want me to take off my clothes?” you stammered nervously after shrieking at the sudden contact. This was the first time anyone but yourself had explored this region with his hands and, to your surprise, the feeling was rather pleasant.

“No Love. There is no need” he told you while he began toying with your soft little pussy.

“I didn’t expect you to be so wet already. This should be easy” your husband then said with a husky voice as his finger traced the exact outline of your vulva. He explored each fold, then toyed with your slit for a moment, and then slid his finger up towards your clit.

“I am?” you asked, moaning and stammering all at the same time. It was all you could say as it was almost too much for you to tolerate. You had never been with a man before and, whilst you were extremely nervous and even somewhat embarrassed about it, you were also extremely aroused by the idea of having sex for the first time.

It was obvious to you that your husband’s fingers were busy with a purpose. Within a split second, he had pushed the crotch of your underwear aside, while two of his fingers applied gentle pressure to your labia. He nudged the folds apart, and revealed what must have been a small opening.

“You are and I think that you are ready to take my cock now. But, don’t worry, I will go slow, eh?” Tommy then said as he pulled himself back up for a minute and unzipped his pants.

“Okay” you stammered again as he pushed down his pants and briefs but, before you could get a good look at his member, he leaned back down and positioned himself in between your legs.

“Spread your legs a bit wider for me Love” he ordered you before he bucked his hips forward.

“Okay” you responded once more while clenching onto the sheets with your fists in anticipation.

“That it Love” Tommy cooed as, suddenly, the crown of his manhood rushed inwards and penetrated you without any warning whatsoever. Even the tip of his cock was enough to make your entire body tense up, and you groaned bitterly in response to the sudden intrusion.

There was an immediate burning soreness, as you felt your nether regions struggle to accommodate the intruder.

Tommy’s fingers eased their touch, and you felt your labia softly collapsing around his bulbous cockhead.

“Common Love. Let me push inside. You can take it” Tommy groaned while you struggled to breathe and then he uttered a simple moan, guttural and pleased.

“You are too big. You need to go slow” you told him as he continued to push his crotch towards yours. His erection slid deeper, and closer to your virginity. "

“You will get used to it. Trust me” your husband responded while you whimpered in confusion and with arousal. It felt too overwhelming but you knew that it had to be done. It was part of the ceremony and you needed to fulfill your duty as a wife.

“The more we do it, the easier it will get” Tommy then said as his member moved slowly but deliberately and you were distinctly aware of the exact shape and size of his cockhead.

“Okay” you said through gritted teeth while the walls of your vagina had formed a seal around that first inch of Tommy’s manhood and you could vividly imagine every ridge and vein adorning his shaft.

“Just keep your legs open for me, alright Love? Don’t fight it” Tommy then said and, after you nodded again, his cockhead applied pressure to what felt like a barrier. A thin membrane. Your treasured hymen. It was the one sign that you never had sexual intercourse and your panic grew worse. You knew that, what was about to come, would be rather painful.

“It hurts” you eventually pointed out as Tommy kept on moving inside of you slowly and the incredibly vulnerable, thin membrane inside you slowly began to tear.

“I know Love, but it will get better. I promise. Just try to relax and let me inside of you” Tommy said reassuringly and the only panicked reaction you could think of was to shut your legs slightly.

But it didn’t matter and, a short moment later, it happened. Tommy pushed forward and your hymen stretched a little more, and then collapsed.

“That’s it Love” he groaned in approval as your naked pussy clamped down on his erection, and you cried out bitterly.

“Oh god” you screamed as there was a sharp, stinging pain when Tommy tore your hymen and, luckily for you, the pain rapidly faded into a dull soreness.

Unlike the pain, the soreness was a sensation that you could tolerate and so you began to relax.

“You feel so good Love. So very tight and wet” Tommy cooed and, after feeling you relax around him, Tommy pulled back just a little, and then plunged deeper in than before. Multiple inches of his erection were being shoved into you, and you could feel your insides stretched taut to surround him.

“Thomas…” you moaned. It was such a surreal experience. You could feel your husband’s cock inside of you, and its heat was mixing with yours. More so than that, you awkwardly began to notice that your body continued to react on its own. Heat was building inside your loins, and you could feel yourself getting wetter because of the constant stimulation.

“You are going to take my cock so well, aren’t you, eh? Every fucking inch of it” Tommy groaned again in approval as he had unlimited access to your freshly deflowered womanhood.

You clutched onto his shoulder and, with rhythmical thrusts, in and out, he coaxed your pussy into opening up inch by inch. He was unknowingly easing your body into accepting his entire length. It kept going one inch at a time, until you could finally feel his crotch warm against yours. You could feel Tommy’s erection so deep inside of you, just beneath your navel. You were completely connected.

He seemed to cherish the moment and the wet heat, while your vagina desperately clenched down on his erection. Not a trace of his cock was left outside and you could feel the head of his member push straight against your cervix.

“Oh god, fuck” you murmured again as, each time Tommy pushed in particularly vigorously, you could hear a wet squelch coaxed out of your vagina. You had really gotten wet, dripping wet.

Tommy’s pace however had never changed, it was one continuous motion of sliding out, and back in. You did begin to feel yourself getting sore from the frequent friction, especially given the lack of foreplay. But you gave in to the moment nonetheless, just like a good wife would do. You wanted to satisfy your husband.

“Spread your legs wider Love and open up for me” Tommy told you as he kept on going and the bulbous crown of his erection scraped against your tender insides each time he withdrew. You knew that you wouldn’t be able to walk the following day if he was going to keep with this for much longer and you knew that you were raw inside.

“Let’s finish this ceremony, eh?” he then said as on the lower half of your body, you could feel Tommy’s hands reaching for a tighter grip of your thighs. He began to pull you closer, making sure that the entirety of his erection was safely embedded inside your youthful vagina.

"You are too deep” you moaned, feeling the pain against your cervix once again but Tommy simply uttered a weak grunt, and stopped moving.

You were at his mercy and the lips of your pussy were tautly embracing the very base of his erection as he began to move again, admistering deep and firm thrusts.

It was painful and you closed your eyes, concentrating on the weird sensations building inside of you. You could hear Tommy groan loudly and feel his erection beginning to throb intensely against the tight embrace of your womanhood. It was like a wild thrashing of his manhood, pulsing angrily against the snug confines of your vagina. For as long as it lasted, his fingers were pressing almost painfully into your flesh to keep you close. The sudden response was unexpected and startling. Due to your lack of experience, you had no idea what just occurred and a long moment passed before you calmed down again.

There was a long moment during which nothing was said, and nothing more happened. It was just you and him, your bodies joined together.

Eventually, the girth of Tommy’s manhood began to shrink while he continued to calm down his breathing.

“Are you alright Love?” he asked and you nodded.

“Yes” you confirmed as you felt a strange liquid heat spreading through your loins, faster than any other sensation you had felt before.

Your eyes opened wide as you could feel this foreign warmth rapidly spreading inside of your vagina, filling the empty spaces that were left by your husband’s softening appendage. He had done it. He completed the ceremony in the way it was meant to be done in the traditional way.

“Good, now you better get some rest, eh?” he said as you fumbled to reach down with your hands, and awkwardly grabbed and tugged on year satin nightgown while Tommy pulled his softening cock out of you.

He lost no time and pulled up his pants while you observed the sore area in between your legs.

A pool of his cum mixed with some of your blood had left with his shaft, leaving a sticky mess behind and Tommy moved his head so that he could get a better view of your red raw pussy as well.

“I have some work to do. I will see you at breakfast, eh?” he then said all so casually while reaching for his handkerchief and wiping away the cum and blood from in between your legs, cleaning you up gently.

“Yes. Okay Thomas” you said while straightening up your nightgown to regain some of your modesty and, for some reason, you felt strange about what happened between you and your husband.

You knew that he was your husband and this is what should be happening between husband and wife and, yet, it felt unnatural to you.

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Because of you

Modern Tommy Shelby x reader

🎉 @runnning-outof-time I write this little fluffy piece for your celebration! Hope you like this! Congratulations on 4K followers, and also thank you for your kindness, your constant content -which I’m trying to catch up on-, and your little sweet and cheerful messages K! 💖 I’m particularly grateful for your presence in this fandom (the very first blog I remember following and following me back!)

Last but not least, thank you @justrainandcoffee for the absolutely beautiful moodboard!!!!!!! ♥️✨ It’s everything I imagined and even more ✨

A/N: Keep reading until the end, you’ll find a recipe in case this story makes you go hungry 🤭 because in this blog we share photos and recipes, whatever you want 😉 I couldn’t help it but add the grandma element in this one (Grandma’s series) and a little baby fever 👀 @forbidden-forest-witch

Word count: 2,308

“Alright Polly, I’ll deal with the contracts tomorrow morning.”

“Thanks, Ada should be sending you the papers.”

“Enjoy the rest of your holiday already, bye.” He added but didn’t hang up. He heard her laughing at the other end of the line. “For good, have some fucking rest.”

She was just like him, refused to take days off, now she was finally about to embark into a cruise around the Mediterranean.

“Are you home yet?” She asked.

“Yeah, just want to take a bath and go to sleep.” But that was so unlikely since both his children were home for the weekend.

“Give Y/N and the kids a kiss from me.” Polly requested and finally hung up.

Getting a phone call from an known number, Tommy decided he was done for the day, so pressing the red button, he walked into his apartment and immediately the voices coming from the kitchen caught his attention.

Genuine, loud laughs filled the hall and he recognized the unmistakable song in the background.

“I want the pink M&M’s!” Shouted Ruby.

“Why do you like everything that’s pink?” Charlie questioned as Tommy left his keys and wallet by the table.

“Because…” his daughter’s voice mumbled something he didn’t understand. “Y/N can you spin me around again, pleeeease?”

Tommy was about to interrupt the scene going on the kitchen, but he stopped midway as Y/N turned around and leaned forward, Ruby wrapped her arms and legs from behind while Y/N held her feet and slowly twirled around. Making his daughter giggle uncontrollably, her hair flowing.

“Okay now go back to your chair because you’re making the baby twirl inside too.” Y/N joked.

“I don’t know how you do it, when I was pregnant all I could was throw up. You need to take it easy.” Her mother asked in a worried tone.

“Mom I’m fine, besides the baby really wants a slice.” Then, looking at Charlie, she gasped. “Oh Charlie we don’t lick the spatula,” she told him in a calm tone, but it was too late he was done decorating his slice and now half his face was covered in chocolate, “well, what’s a few germs between friends huh?”

As the kids started giggling, she noticed Tommy standing by the door.

She was wearing a black tight dress that looked like a second skin on her, wrapping every curve perfectly and also showing his favorite new feature; the baby bump fully on display. Her hair free, wild long waves covered her back. A few bracelets hanging from her wrist, the Cartier watch he gave her for their first anniversary and her signature smile that took his breath away.

“I didn’t hear you,” wiping her hands with a cloth, she approached her husband. “Missed you.”

His hands wrapped around her back immediately as their lips connected. She tasted like cheesecake and strawberries.

“I missed you too.” He whispered and crunching down, he planted a kiss on her swollen belly. “How’s my little one, eh?”

“Starving and wriggling around.” Y/N answered as Tommy went for another kiss, this time on her lips.

“Eww, dad.” Charlie complained. Embarrassed by their affection.

Ignoring his son’s complain, he went to kiss Ruby on the cheek and then kissed Charlie as well, ruffling his blonde hair in the process.

“Hello Lisa, how are you doing?”

“Trying to make Y/N sit, but she won’t listen to me.” His mother in law welcomed him with a hug.

“Yeah, I deal with that on a daily basis.” He winked at her playfully.

“Hello? I’m standing right here!” Y/N waved at them.

“Oh!” Tommy made an innocent face. “Right, well I didn’t say anything.”

Ruby laughed. “Look Dad! Y/N had some crampings and we made a cheesecake!”

“I think she means cravings right?” He asked Y/N in a low voice, making his wife smile. “We? Are you sure you baked that?”

“Weeeeell Y/N and grandma baked it, but we decorated it!” She defended.

“And we made all slices with different topings.” Added Charlie.

Tommy’s heart melted as he heard his daughter call Y/N’s mother grandma, she and Polly were the closest his kids had.

He had lost his mother a long time ago, but once Y/N stepped into his life everything changed. Lonely nights were filled with love, long and deep talks. Actually, thanks to her, Tommy started to spend quality time with his children; Charlie and Ruby, driving them or picking them up from school, arranging plans on the weekends, even taking them both on holidays.

And Lisa welcomed not only him into her family lovingly, but both his kids as if they were her biological grandchildren.

“So which one is for me?” He asked after clearing his throat, he tried to hide his emotions, but Y/N could read him like an open book and a moment later he felt her hand on his back and her head on his shoulder. “These all look great.”

He spied on the slices with several options.

“Y/N said chocolate marble is your favorite.” Ruby gave him a serious stare.

“That’s about right.” He nodded profusely in her direction, then looking at his mother in law, he asked her; “I hope they didn’t give you loads of work.”

“None of that, they’re amazing kids.” Lisa beamed.

A groan came from the fridge, Tommy went immediately after Y/N worried.

“What is it?”

“We were going to put the pizza in the oven, but I can’t stand the smell.” She made a face.

Tommy decided to check the food, it had been in the freezer but it might be bad.

“This doesn’t smell, Y/N.”

“I just don’t want pizza anymore.” She pouted.

And in that very same moment, Tommy understood this was one of those mood swings caused by the pregnancy. A careful smile spread on his lips as his hands caressed her bump gently.

“Okay, so what do you want for dinner instead?”

By the corner of his eye, he saw his mother in law trying to suppress a giggle, luckily the children were busy with the cheesecake.

“We want tacos.” Y/N batted her eyelashes as she ran one of her hands over her stomach.

“Alright everybody,” he clapped his hands and looked at Charlie and Ruby, “go wash your hands then you’re going to help me prepare some tacos.”

“Yay!”

“Delish.” Ruby shouted and went into the bathroom.

“You’re staying with us right?” He asked Y/N’s mother.

She nodded and felt grateful when Tommy convinced her daughter to go and relax into the living room while they worked on the food.

“Last week she woke me up in the middle of the night because she wanted fried mozzarella sticks with mayonnaise.”

Y/N’s mother laughed as the kids joined them again.

“This is insane, I don’t know how you keep up with all of that.”

“I was worried about her health and the baby of course, but the doctor mentioned everything is perfect, baby is healthy… perhaps it’s the fact that she’s still doing exercise.”

“When I was pregnant I was sick all the time. She didn’t like anything of food I got.”

Tommy seemed to think about it as he started seasoning the beef.

“Actually Y/N felt like that for a few days after we found out, but then she started to eat pretty much everything, everywhere.” He chuckled. “Thankfully it’s been an easy pregnancy so far.”

He had actually been able to live this pregnancy to the fullest, joining Y/N for the doctor’s appointments, cravings, hormonal days, everything, something he didn’t have the chance to do with Charlie and Ruby.

He was enjoying every little change in Y/N’s body, the first time he felt a little kick, he cried actually, touched by the thought of his baby growing inside the woman he loved. They actually wanted to keep the gender a surprise until the baby arrives, it had been a challenge at times, but it was fun.

“Dad where’s the onion?” Ruby showed him the open fridge.

“Oh no, no… can we not add onions please?” Y/N joined them with a wrinkled nose.

“Two days ago you ate a full portion of fried onions, love.”

“This baby,” she pointed at her belly, “wanted onions, not me.”

“Isn’t it the same?” Charlie asked confused.

But Tommy knew better. “No onions then, I’ll start the grill with something else.” He added wanting to please her in every little detail.

As the kids helped Y/N’s mother to wash the avocados, Tommy got rid of his suit jacket.

Y/N stared at his back, wide with broad, toned shoulders covered by a perfectly fitted shirt. She loved to see him wearing daily a three piece suit in a world full of oversized t-shirts and pants.

But when he started rolling the sleeves of his shirt up, she lost it completely.

The sight of him was mouthwatering.

And as Tommy turned around, he caught her staring at her, the fire in her eyes could turn him on in a second.

“Behave, Y/N.” He whispered, disguising his words with a kiss on her hair. “Perhaps we’ll need a babysitter over the weekend?”

He chuckled at the way she nodded eagerly.

“My, my… what would your brothers say if they saw you wearing an apron and cooking?” Y/N’s mother joked, making everyone laugh by her sincerity.

“This is a secret we’ll have to keep, alright.” Tommy winked before checking the steak, he then asked Ruby to -carefully- and under his supervision to add cheese to the tortillas. “Chef Shelby only cooks for very very special people.” He added throwing a kiss to the air.

As Charlie brought the plates over the counter, he started slicing the meat and the explosion of flavors in the kitchen started to smell incredibly good.

Y/N’s mother was in charge of the different sauces, it was a usual now in their fridge as Y/N craved tortilla chips with sauce most of the time.

“Wow… this is Instagram worth it.” Y/N admitted taking a looking over Charlie’s shoulder. As the kid grinned at her, he made sure to serve a tortilla in each plate, to then hand it to his father so he could add the carne asada.

“What a beautiful family.” Y/N’s mother admitted, touched by the way Ruby was caressing Y/N’s stomach, Charlie helping with her food and Tommy looking after all of them.

Leaving the spoon, Tommy wrapped an arm around his loved ones while extending his free hand towards his mother in law.

“What are you doing there? You’re part of this too.”

After they were all released from the tightest hug, it was time to finally enjoy some tacos.

“Now shoo,” Tommy ushered Y/N out of the kitchen to arrange the food.

Gathering a tray, he placed the bowl with the guacamole and around all the tacos he just prepared. Leaving a small space for the sauces.

“Oh my God! This is so good!” Y/N admitted loudly after her first taco bite.

“Dad why does Y/N can eat before all of us?” Ruby asked innocently, confused because she was always told to wait until everyone were ready.

Tommy chuckled while Y/N apologized for not waiting the rest of the family.

“We don’t want to upset the baby, Rube. Right mama?”

Y/N nodded, her mouth was watering at the sight of the rest of the food. “That taco was for the baby, the next one is for me.”

After the kids took their place, Y/N’s mother offered a hand to each kid, seated each by her side. “Now what are we grateful for?”

“For this moment.” Tommy took the lead, feeling ever so grateful to have his loved ones in that room.

“For the cheesecake we’ll eat after dinner.” Charlie grinned.

“For this baby, and for each one of you.” Y/N’s words were followed by a smile.

“For my grand son or daughter!” Her mother joined the joy.

“For my little sister or brother.” Ruby added lastly.

“Now…” Tommy interrupted their hands mind-air as they were all after the delicious food on the table. “There’s something else I’m thankful for, tomorrow morning, we’ve to get up early because,” he was then interrupting by a chorus of groans and a pout from Y/N, “nevertheless… we’re going to visit a couple of houses to move in as soon as possible.”

“What?” Y/N was in shock.

“Love, this baby is coming very soon, we’ll need a bigger place than this apartment, I was thinking of a room for each,” he looked over at both children, “a nursery for the baby and of course a guest bedroom so you don’t have to share Ruby’s bed anymore.” He added looking at his mother in law.

“Oh Tommy!” Y/N’s eyes swelled with gratitude.

“I’ve narrowed the search to five properties so you’ll get to make the final decision.” He explained then.

“A house! Tommy a house!” Y/N couldn’t believe what she just heard.

“With a garden.” He encouraged.

“Can we have a pool?” Charlie asked.

“I want a doll house!”

“Whatever you want.” Tommy added, winking in Y/N’s direction. “Can we eat now?”

As the kids stormed to get their tacos, Y/N took his hand. A growing smile on her lips.

“You never said anything.” Her eyes sparkled.

“I wanted to surprise you.”

“I’m so happy because of you.” Her sincerity wasn’t just in her words, but in her eyes as well.

And deep down, Tommy couldn’t believe that thanks to her, he was able to find stability, loyalty, freedom, love, a family, someone who helped him every day to be a better person.

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I hope you enjoyed this little story! 🥰 remember, your feedback (in all ways) is always welcome and highly appreciated! ✨ xx

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A Lazy Day | Modern!Tommy Shelby x Reader

Request: no - for @gypsy-girl-08 ‘s 3K follower celebration

Pairing: Modern!Tommy Shelby x reader (Blind Date)

Summary: Tommy comes home to find (Y/N) and Charlie spending some time together in the backyard. Instead of going right to his office, he decides to join in.

Warnings: none

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A/N: congratulations on this amazing milestone @gypsy-girl-08 !! I hope I did your lovely Blind Date couple justice…I had so much fun exploring the adorable relationship that (Y/N) and Charlie share in the story. Enjoy! :)

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"(Y/N), come on!" Charlie exclaimed, a wide smile on his face as he slipped his feet into his shoes.

"Where're we going?" (Y/N) asked as she sipped on her coffee. It's still too early for this, she thought to herself before laughing slightly. It was already one in the afternoon. But she was taking the day off and had full intentions of doing nothing. She'd most definitely make an exception for Charlie though.

"Outside to play," he told her, moving over to the door that went to the backyard. He grabbed hold of the knob before spinning around to face her again. "Come on!" he exclaimed, putting a lot of emphasis on the second word.

"O-k!" (Y/N) copied the child, making him giggle as she moved over to the sink to discard her empty cup. "I've got to get changed first...I'll meet you out there?" she wagered with him, deciding that it wouldn't be the best idea to go running around in a fuzzy robe.

"Ok," Charlie quickly agreed before he opened the door and went running out.

(Y/N) sighed and rushed over to the door so that she could close it. "Close the door next time, please!" she called to him, shaking her head slightly. He still hadn't broken this habit of his yet. Thankfully she was there this time, or else they'd be having woodland critters running about their house.

Charlie barely acknowledged (Y/N)'s statement as he rushed over to his wooden playset, climbing up the rock wall as soon as he got to it. (Y/N) smiled at him before she closed the door and proceeded to go upstairs to the room that she and Tommy shared. Tommy.

Things had been so good between the two of them lately. For once, there was no danger looming, or important business deals on the table. He'd wanted to stay home today, but got called in because Michael wanted to have a talk about some of their recent acquisitions. It certainly took some coaxing from (Y/N) to get him out the door, and he left with a promise that they'd all spend some family time together when he got back.

(Y/N) changed into a pair of comfortable pants and a hoodie. She then slipped her feet into a pair of shoes before tying her hair up so that it was out of her eyes. Deeming herself ready for whatever it was that Charlie was going to suck her into, she grabbed her phone and exited the bedroom.

"Charlie?!" she called out as she exited the house through its back door.

"Up here, (Y/N)!" he exclaimed, waving his hands from the highest point of the playset.

"Oh my goodness, look at how high you are!" (Y/N) exclaimed, her eyes and smile wide as she looked up at the child.

"Come up here with me!" he called to her, grinning like the Cheshire Cat.

"I don't know if I'll be able to get up there," she stated, looking at all of the possible pathways she could take to get up to the spot that he was occupying.

"Of course you can. Just take the steps!" he answered her like it was a super simple math problem.

"How silly of me not to realize that," (Y/N) stated with a grin, making the child giggle before he continued on with beckoning her up the steps to the highest point of the playset. "Alright, I'm comin'!" she called to him, finally giving into his desires as she began climbing the steps.

"Look at how high we are, (Y/N)!" Charlie exclaimed when finally she joined him.

"We are high," (Y/N) agreed with a nod, "I can see my house from here," she added while stifling her laughter.

"That's because it's right there," the child pointed out, catching onto her silly joke as they both began giggling about it.

"What do we do now?" she asked him after their laughter had died down.

Charlie tapped his chin, showing her that he was thinking about her question. "You're it!" he exclaimed out of nowhere, tapping her on the arm before he quickly slid down the spiral slide that was attached to the playset.

"Charlie!" she shrieked out of shock, "that's no fair!" she added, then sliding down herself.

It wasn't as smooth for her as it was for the boy, being that her body was bigger and the slide was meant for children, but she managed to make it down. To her surprise, Charlie was waiting at the base for her, giggling like a fool as he watched her try to clamber up from the piece of playground equipment.

"I'm so going to get you, you stinker!" she exclaimed as she jumped up and started chasing him.

Charlie was laughing loudly as he stayed two steps ahead of (Y/N), checking over his shoulder every so often to make sure that he still had the upper hand. "I'm too fast for you, (Y/N)!" he exclaimed, his words coming out between his giggles as he did a loop around the playset.

"Not fast enough!" (Y/N) answered as she reached out and scooped him up in her arms, making him laugh even louder as she twirled him around a few times. "You're it!" she exclaimed victoriously as she set him back down on the ground. His laughter was infectious, and it made her start laughing as well.

"Tag!" he exclaimed, tapping her on her arm again, obviously using his elated reaction to distract her so that he could make her the tagger again.

"Charlie!" she shrieked like she did the last time, her mouth agape when she realized that she'd now have to catch him again. He was certainly just like his father in the sense that he knew the right time to make his move...and he always made it.

"You can't get me, (Y/N)!" he sing-songed, bursting into giggles again. (Y/N) only shook her head with a smile before she went running after him again.

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"Is there a reason why you're hiding behind the patio furniture?" Tommy's voice came from up above, making (Y/N) jump as it disturbed her silence.

"Shh, Tommy! Please stop talking!" she responded in a harsh whisper, glaring at him before she went back to intently listening for any sign of Charlie.

"That didn't answer my question," he told her, his brows furrowed together now.

"Charlie and I..." she paused, listening for the child, "we're playing hide and seek..." she stopped again, her head on a swivel, "and I've been hiding for the last fifteen minutes."

"That's probably because he didn't think to look over here at all," Tommy pointed out, making (Y/N) glare at him again. She was totally proud of her hiding spot choice, and wasn't going to let him diminish it. "Charlie!" he called out then. (Y/N) almost blew up on him for giving away her position, but then she realized that he was walking away from her.

"Dad!" she heard the boy yell excitedly. Half of her wanted to just stand up and see their reunion. Seeing Tommy with his son got her going like very few other things did.

"How's my boy, eh?" Tommy asked the child as he scooped him up into his arms.

"I'm looking for (Y/N). She's chosen a good hiding spot," Charlie told his father. Tommy nodded his head, playing along and keeping (Y/N)'s hiding spot a secret. "Could you help me?" he asked then, sending his best pleading gaze.

Tommy tried to resist, but he really couldn't, so he exhaled a dramatic sigh after a few seconds. "I guess I can," he said, sending Charlie a wink then.

"Follow me!" Charlie exclaimed as he wiggled out of his father's grip. Once he was on the ground, he grabbed Tommy's hand and began walking in the direction of his playset. "I haven't checked here...or out by the stables," he rattled off the places he'd yet to search, "and she wouldn't go in the house because we said that that's off-limits."

Tommy nodded along as he walked over to the playset. After helping Charlie look there for a few minutes, he crouched down beside him. "I know where (Y/N) is," he said, his voice hushed.

"You do?" Charlie responded, a little too loudly for his father's liking.

Tommy put his index finger up in front of his mouth, a non verbal way to get the boy to lower his volume. "She's on the patio...behind the sofa," he whispered then, pointing in that direction for added effect.

Charlie nodded profusely upon hearing this information, grinning like a fool as he took off, sneakily running in the direction of the house. He did his best to stay quiet as he snuck around the sofa. "Found you!" he shrieked as he discovered (Y/N).

"Charlie!" (Y/N) responded in a similar tone, her eyes wide as she jumped up from her spot. She couldn't help but grin at his excited giggles before she turned to see Tommy standing at the edge of the patio. "You helped him!" she exclaimed, pointing an accusing finger in his direction.

"I did no such thing," Tommy disputed, holding his hands up in an attempt to show his innocence.

"Charlie?" (Y/N) turned to the boy, her eyebrow raised.

Charlie looked at (Y/N), glanced over at Tommy, and then settled his gaze back on the woman. "He helped me," he then said in an exaggerated whisper.

"I knew it!" (Y/N) exclaimed, her eyes wide and mouth agape as she gave Tommy the 'are you serious' look.

Tommy held his hands up again, this time in surrender, as he made his way over to (Y/N). "I had to, love," he started, hooking his arms around her waist, "I couldn't wait much longer for a kiss," he admitted to her, a grin on his face as his hands dropped down to her backside and pressed into her skin gently. (Y/N) couldn't help but feel the butterflies erupt in her stomach when he looked at her like this.

She let him press a kiss to her lips before sharing her response, "I can't be mad at you when you put it that way," she said, a similar grin on her face as Tommy chuckled. "You look very good, by the way," she added, giving him a once over then - as best as she could while she was so close to him. He had on a brown overcoat rather than his normal black one, and it was opened to show his grey, textured suit and black button down.

"You think?" he raised his eyebrows at her statement.

"Oh yes," she agreed with a grin, "whoever chose that coat for you should really get some recognition…they did good."

Tommy laughed again at her statement, the both of them knowing full-well that she'd bought the coat for him. "I'll make sure to let her know what you think of it," he told her, carrying on with the joke.

"Please do," she rolled with it, draping her arms over his shoulders before she leaned in to kiss him again.

"You look good too," he complimented her then, his lips brushing against hers as he spoke.

"It's a hoodie and some pants," (Y/N) commented on her attire choice.

"You could pull anything off, love," he grinned, looking her in the eyes.

"Tommy..." she trailed off.

"Just bein’ honest," he defended himself, "although I like you in nothin' the most," he added, his voice dropping so that only they could hear his suggestive comment. (Y/N) said nothing in response, but her wide eyes told Tommy everything he needed to know.

"Dad!" Charlie's voice interjected into their conversation, "could you come push me?"

Tommy finally looked away from (Y/N) to see his son sitting on one of the swings his playset had. "Sure, Charlie! I'll be right over!" he called back, his answer making the boy smile.

"I'll go in and start making dinner," (Y/N) announced her plans.

"Sounds good," Tommy agreed with her idea.

"Are you done for the day?" she asked him, hoping that he'd finished his business and wasn't just going to be home for a short time.

"Yes," he answered with a nod, "I'm home for the rest of the day."

"Perfect," (Y/N)'s smile widened upon hearing his answer, "we're having a lazy day now."

"There's nothin' I'd want more right now, love," he grinned, leaning in to kiss her lips again. One kiss turned into two, which turned into (Y/N) hooking her arms around his neck so that he couldn't leave her.

"You comin', dad?!" Charlie's voice broke into their moment, reminding them that he'd been waiting for someone to push him on the swing.

Tommy groaned slightly as (Y/N) pulled away, making her chuckle at his reaction. "Go," she told him, her breath fanning against his lips.

"One more," he wagered, his eyes locked onto hers again.

"Fine," she huffed dramatically before leaning in and kissing his lips again.

"Thank you," he mumbled against her lips, stealing one more before they broke away from each other and went to do what they were supposed to.

(Y/N) smiled as she made her way into the house and started making a simple meal for them to have. She couldn't help the fact that its prep time took twice as long as it normally should. She was distracted by Tommy and Charlie playing around outside. For once, everything seemed normal, and she wasn't about to let this moment slip away so easily.

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Drunken Longings and Sober Actions - Prof!Tommy Shelby (smut)

God, how I adore writing with @zablife – thank you for joining me, my love! This imagine is shamelessly inspired by some new Cillian pictures that give off the prof!Tommy vibe. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated! Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: The reader takes on the position of Professor Shelby's assistant, the man who is also the advisor of her PhD thesis. How long can the two endure to be around one another before they finally give into their longing?

Warnings: 18+, smut, piv, oral (f), professor x assistant/student, unaddressed age gap

Pairing: Modern!Prof!Tommy Shelby x fem!assistant!reader (5.3k words)

picture credit to Document Journal

“Dear (y/n), I’m happy to let you know that the topic of your PhD thesis has been accepted by the dean! I’d say we’ll fixate a few meetings over the upcoming semester for you to update me on the status of your thesis and to go over any questions you may have. Since your thesis has been accepted, you’re also allowed to help out with my courses from now on, for that I’d like you to come by my office on Friday, so we can go over the details before you officially start next Monday. We can combine the meeting on Friday with some coffee, if you want. I’m very proud of you, (y/n). You’ll be an exceptional asset to our faculty, I’m very lucky to have you as my assistant. Best, Tommy”

A gasp left (y/n) as she read the email with dilated pupils, with her teeth buried in her lower lip, and her heart racing in her chest. She had been waiting for this moment for months, praying to whoever was listening, begging them that her thesis would be accepted. Deep down she had always known that she’d get the position as Professor Shelby’s assistant, and yet she had doubted herself, not daring to believe in the path laying ahead of her.

(Y/n) could still remember the first time she had asked the professor if he’d take on the role as her supervisor, the one to guide her through ups and downs, the one to help her with her questions, the one to pick her up whenever she doubted herself and her research abilities. Professor Shelby – or Tommy as he told her to call him – had been in her life since her first semester, he had instantly caught her attention, perhaps it had been the piercing blue eyes of his that reminded her of a melting glacier basking in the heat of the July sun, perhaps it had been his cold, mysterious demeanour that had called her closer like an ancient whisper only she could understand. Whatever it had been, it had lured (y/n) closer, trapped by his spell, and now, after all these years, she finally got to work alongside the smart professor she adored, the handsome professor she crushed on.

Her hands were shaking as she started replying to the email, thanking the professor one too many times, taking on the invite, and adding that she’d take care of the coffee. (Y/n) had spent many hours in Professor Shelby’s office, finding comfort in the room that appeared darker than all other offices, stacked with books, old and new ones, with pictures and drawings of people and places (y/n) didn’t recognise. And even though it had taken the two a while to adjust to one another – even though he had always taken his time to answer her every question, the professor had kept his distance, only slowly had the surface began to crack, finally letting her in – she now loved spending time in his office, finding shelter with him close.

(Y/n)’s mind started racing, painting one picture more vivid than the one before, producing stories she’d dream of for nights to come. She couldn’t help but wonder how it must feel to have the professor close, how he’d touch her, how he’d hold her. Heat rose to her face, clinging to her like a warm blanket tossed over her trembling upper body. Carefully wrapped around her, like he’d carefully tug her closer, protectively, lovingly.

……

“Please, come in!” Professor Shelby’s voice echoed through the morning, making a smile tug on (y/n)’s lips as she stepped into the office. She carried two cups of coffee, closing the door with her foot before she met him halfway, pushing the professor the coffee into his outstretched hand. “Morning (y/n), thank you for the coffee.”

“Of course, it’s the least I could do. I’m very excited.” His chuckles filled the room, echoing off the books he cherished like nothing compared, a sound so distinct, (y/n) was sure she’d always recognise it. The professor thumped through his notes, not picking up on the way her gaze flickered between the steam of his coffee rising like soldiers preparing for battle and the piercing eyes she wanted to watch explore her naked body.

“There we go, I printed out this semester’s schedule for you. If it’s alright with you, you’ll join my Monday, Thursday, and Friday classes. For the first few weeks you can help me with preparations and the homework we will have to grade, and then you can slowly take over and teach a few classes on your own.” Her smile kept growing, clearly projecting the excitement she felt, grateful for this very opportunity. She took the sheet from his stretched out hand, reading through the lines over and over again, wondering if this was just a dream she was caught in.

“Thank you so much, you know how much I appreciate this.” Tommy studied her for a few seconds before he cleared his throat, taking yet another sip of the coffee. There was an undeniable tension lingering in the room, growing between them like the heat of the summer would grow with every rising of the sun, adding to the crackling atmosphere. This very tension had nothing uncomfortable to it though, something (y/n) was all too used to, wondering if this was something only she could feel.

“Of course, we both know how much me and my students will profit from your knowledge. I’m very happy to be your advisor, (y/n), I hope you know that.” Once again (y/n) could feel heat flushing through her system, still not used to his praises the other students weren’t fortunate enough to experience. Back when she and Tommy had met, (y/n) had been jealous of those that had gained his attention, forcing her to do even better on her homework and his tests, hoping, perhaps even praying, that he’d finally notice her. And now, all these years later, (y/n) still struggled to accept that their relationship had changed this much, like the tide rolling back in, bringing news from unknown territories.

“Is there anything I can help you with? Any presentations I should put together? I know how much you hate doing these.” Both couldn’t help but chuckle at her lighthearted teasing, reminded of all these times (y/n) had helped him with his powerpoint presentations, taking over before his annoyance could take over like a tsunami wave swallowing whatever was standing in its way.

“You know what, I’d actually really appreciate it if you could take over the presentations this semester, it seems like my students enjoy your designs more than mine anyways.” His grin kept growing as he listened to her chuckles, hearts beating in sync, even though they were sitting too far apart to pick up on the beat of one another’s strong muscle keeping them alive.

……

“We are so proud of you!” (Y/n)’s chuckles blended in with those of her two friends, smiling at them as they touched glasses, drowning yet another sip of their beverages. The music of the crowded bar rang in their ears, distracting them whenever a song they knew by heart started playing. “So, tell us, will you finally fuck him this semester?”

The first week of joining Tommy’s course was just about to start, and deep down (y/n) knew they’d continue their days filled with teasing glances, with loving conversations, and encouraging phrases. An almost unfamiliar kind of pride had filled his eyes as (y/n) had first asked him if he’d be her advisor, and now, as they finally got to work together, this very kind of pride was still filling his pupils.

Their bodies searched one another’s closeness like magnets, like the stretched out hand Leander would have needed before he drowned. There was an undeniable attraction between the two, something awfully frowned upon, hence why neither (y/n) nor Tommy dared to address whatever was buzzing between them.

“God, I wish.” (Y/n)’s friends couldn’t help but cheer, once again taking another sip before (y/n) kept speaking. “He’s just so, I can’t even describe it, perfect? I’m so sure that he’s perfect for me, but I can’t, he’s my advisor and boss after all.”

The three of them were all too tipsy by now, no longer able to reflect on any advice their sober minds would produce. (Y/n)’s eyes started wandering through the bar, recognising a few familiar faces, students and professors that would find this bar close to their university. Her breath hitched in her chest as her eyes found a pair of piercing blue ones, momentarily leaving her frozen.

Tommy was surrounded by some colleagues, barely listening to the stories they shared as he held eye contact with (y/n). Her friends followed her gaze, silently chuckling as they recognised the man (y/n) had been crushing on for years on end. Before either one could stop themselves, (y/n) and Tommy started moving, meeting halfway.

“Do you want to join me outside?” His soft voice left her heart racing, wordlessly nodding her head as she followed him, engulfed by the balmy breeze, stroking up and down their goosebump covered forearms. “You should have told me that you’d end up here tonight.”

She watched him alight his cigarette, taking a deep inhale before he exhaled the blue smoke reminding her of the way the ancient city of Troy had burned, flames climbing higher and higher. (Y/n) had to blink a few times to rip herself out of her trance, fully entranced by the handsome man, by the way his hair fell into his features, by the way his body seemed to invite her in, not stepping away from her.

“I didn’t want to intrude on your time with them, you seemed very excited about seeing them again this morning.” He nodded his head, staring at her with something she couldn’t pinpoint. There was an unfamiliar kind of distance growing between them, blue eyes rather icy, no longer filled with the pride she now longed for. Her heart kept hammering in her chest as her mind begged her to keep quiet, hoping that no embarrassing words would come upon her alcohol tinted lips.

“I see, it’s probably not the best idea to be seen outside of work after all, not like this.” Her eyes couldn’t help but flicker to his lips as he spoke, silently wondering how it must feel to have them pressing against hers, to taste the beer he had sipped on, the cigarette he had just finished smoking. Fuck, if she’d be any more drunk, (y/n) would probably close the gap between them, not caring that all other people could watch them share a kiss. The sound of Tommy clearing his throat ripped (y/n) out of her trance, slowly catching up with the cold words he spoke, pushing her away from him before she could take another breath.

Before either one of them could speak another word, the sound of Tommy’s ringing phone popped the bubble they were engulfed by, forcing them to step away from one another. (Y/n) cleared her throat before she looked at him one last time, body suddenly filled with an uncomfortable wave of sadness, of confusion, stepping back into the bar in a desperate need for some more alcohol.

…

“Dear Tommy, It was lovely seeing you tonight. I’m really looking forward to working with you this semester and I just wanted to say how much I appreciate your support. I think our meeting Friday was productive and things seemed to be going well until I ran into you down at the pub. I’m a bit of a worrier and I over think things a lot so forgive me for asking, but have I done something? You seemed cross with me when I spoke with you earlier and it’s all I can think about now. I have to know before we begin working together, otherwise I don’t know if I’ll be able to concentrate properly.”

(Y/n) watched the cursor blink beneath her thumb, inhaling deeply as she thought about Tommy’s blue eyes darken as he stared at her earlier. He hadn’t held the same warmth or congeniality as he did in his office. This look was withering, as though she’d offended him, but (y/n) couldn’t think of what she might have done to warrant it.

Her head was pounding and her mouth felt dry as she slid her phone onto the table and went in search of water. As she stood at the sink, reaching for a glass, she heard her friend Sylvie giggle. “What’s this, Y/n?” she asked mischievously.

(Y/n) spun around to find Sylvie holding her phone, reading the email she’d left open. Abandoning her water, (y/n) attempted to grab for her phone, but missed as her friend held it over her head. “Give it to me! That’s important, Sylvie. He’s my thesis advisor.”

“Yea, I remember. I was there two hours ago when you were drooling all over yourself! You want to fuck him, after all!” She chuckled with a wicked grin. (Y/n) gulped, realising she might not have been as graceful as she’d hoped. In fact, Sylvie made it sound as though she’d made a fool of yourself. God, had she? (Y/n) didn’t have time to ponder her behaviour further as the clacking of her phone brought her out of her head and back to reality.

To her horror, (y/n) realised Sylvie was adding her own text to the email. “What are you doing?” (y/n) mumbled, furrowing her brow in suspicion.

“Giving you a shot with hot professor,” Sylvie replied, biting her lip as she typed out another line quickly before rushing into the lounge and diving onto the couch with a squeal of delight.

“No, no, no!” (Y/n) shrieked, barreling toward her friend for the phone. Sylvie had dropped it onto the table as she swung her legs over the side of the sofa, humming to herself. (Y/n) couldn’t help but gasp as she heard the swooshing noise notifying that the email had been sent. With wobbly legs and tingling fingertips, (y/n) reached for what awaited her on the bright screen.

At the bottom of her somewhat emotional, yet still professional work email, Sylvie had added three lines.

“You should take me to dinner to apologise. And wear the trousers from tonight that kept me staring at your arse. You looked really fit! Xx”

“Thanks, Sylvie. Thanks a lot,” (y/n) deadpanned, sucking your teeth.

“You’re welcome, babe!” Sylvie smiled back at her contentedly, though her eyelids were closed and she was half asleep already. How was I going to explain this? (Y/n) wondered.

……

With her eyes focused on her phone, (y/n) kept shifting her weight from one foot to the other. She was wrapped in her most comfortable jacket, finding shelter with the fabric that had engulfed her too many times to count, hugging her close. Her heart was pounding, counting the seconds, wondering when he’d turn up.

Even though she had somehow survived their first Monday class together, Tommy hadn’t said anything to her. Well, besides the occasional small talk. She had woken that morning to the sound of an email finding its way to her, Tommy’s reply to the words her drunken self had typed with trembling fingers, paired with the words of her friend.

“Dear Y/n, I must say I was surprised to receive your email after our chance encounter this weekend. I had no idea you felt uncomfortable in any way when we parted. As we will be working closely in the coming months, I will confide that my Aunt Polly has been unwell. If I seemed off, it was only because I’d taken a concerning call from her moments earlier. However, I assure you that your thesis has my full attention and I am committed to a good working relationship between us. If you would join me this Tuesday for dinner at the Italian bistro around the corner from campus, I’d be interested to hear your feedback about the first day of class. I don’t think you’ll have any trouble providing thoughts if your wardrobe tips are any indication. By the way, thank you for the enthusiasm over my style. It’s good to know I still have some. Best, Tommy"

She had been torn between embarrassment, confusion, and a small fracture of pride. Yesterday, after leaving the class, he had told her that he’d await her in front of the bistro at 7 pm. And now, as she was waiting for him, a few minutes too early, (y/n) couldn’t help but give into the anticipation flooding through her, would they finally address whatever was happening between them?

“Evening, (y/n).” Tommy’s raspy voice snapped her out of her thoughts, eyes flickering up to meet his. With a slight smile tugging on his lips, he held the door to the bistro open for her, catching the way her eyes seemed to recognise the all too familiar pair of trousers her friend had mentioned in the email. “After you.”

Slowly she stepped into the place she had last visited months ago, unable to stop her gasp from rolling off her tongue as he placed his hand on the small of her back. Tommy guided her to an empty corner, wordlessly helping her out of her coat before he sat down vis-a-vis her.

With an almost too straight posture, (y/n) and Tommy looked through the menu, caught in the silence that had nothing uncomfortable to it, yet it was so thick it felt like neither of them could speak up. Only after the waiter had taken their order did they finally give in, eyes finding one another.

“I have to say, I was quite surprised about your email. But I am truly sorry if I hurt you in any way, that wasn’t my intention.” He kept his voice low, without any emotions dripping from it as if he was scared that she could see straight through the barrier he had built around himself.

“That’s alright, I probably shouldn’t have emailed you in my state.” No longer could she hold eye contact with him, gaze focused on her fingers.

“You had every right to. It’s true, if we keep working with one another we have to properly communicate.” A sigh left the man, eyes flickering down to her fingers, watching (y/n) fumble with them for a few moments before he started talking once again, giving into the words he shouldn’t speak. “I’m sure you’ve noticed that I act differently around you, and I hope I don’t make you feel uncomfortable with saying this, but our relationship has nothing professional to it. I can’t hide whatever it is you’re making me feel.”

……

“Here, let me help you.” Tommy reached for her jacket, helping (y/n) out of the warm fabric before he guided her through his house, towards his kitchen. The two were engulfed by an unfamiliar kind of silence, clinging to their bodies as if it was scared that the two would part ways before they could finally give in. Minutes ago they had left the bistro, and even though their dinner did have an almost carefree touch to it, they were back to chasing their distance just now.

“Tea?” (Y/n) could only nod her head as she watched Tommy move around his kitchen, eyes focused on his task at hand, not looking at her once. Fuck, she hated this, the awkward tension so thick one could cut it with a knife, ripping the two out of this very state they seemed to be trapped in. (Y/n) couldn’t remember a day where they had acted like this, like strangers being forced to spend time with one another, not knowing how to speak up, how to get to know one another.

“Tommy,” the word rolled off her tongue before she could stop herself, moving closer in a desperate need to minimise the distance between them like ships sailing an ocean so big their chances of crossing paths were slim to none. “What am I doing here? What is this?”

He stared at her, jaw muscles twitching as he clenched his teeth together, pondering over his words, unsure how to break out of this state. Tommy wasn’t quite sure why he had invited her to his place, not yet wanting to let her go though struggling to give into the shift of the air around them. A huff left (y/n) at his silence, turning from him to step out of this room, out of this house, but Tommy didn’t let her get far, hand clamped down on her wrist.

(Y/n) felt herself being spun around, chest colliding with his, and before she could even try to protest, Tommy had closed the distance between them, finally kissing her. It took her a few seconds to snap into motion, hand finding his clean shaven cheek, allowing herself to deepen the kiss. Their tongues met, slow at first, allowing themselves to adjust to this new sensation, to the fire simmering inside of them, unable to hold back.

“Fuck, I’ve been wanting to do that for longer than I should admit.” His raspy words left her chuckling, no longer caught in the web of unspoken confessions, of an awkward tension, rather breaking through the invisible barrier. She kissed him again, and again, squealing in surprise as her professor pushed her onto his kitchen island, lingering between her thighs.

A gasp left (y/n) as Tommy’s lips found their way down her throat, sucking on the spot where her neck met her throat, making sure to leave marks at any given chance. The moment had something so forbidden to it, and yet they were taken by the thrill of it, begging them to keep on touching, to give into their longing.

“Can I?” His whispers left her smiling, nodding her head to allow Tommy to pull her dress over her head, exposing her underwear to his dilated pupils. Not once had a man looked at her like this, with so much love, with so much desire filling his eyes, an unfamiliar gaze she’d probably never get used to. It seemed to be an unspoken fact between them that Tommy would take care of her like no other human being ever could, made for her, for her body, the flesh cage that had called out to his, claiming one another before any confessions could be spoken.

Skilled fingers undid her bra, exposing her goosebump covered chest to his wandering eyes and to his eager lips. He kept switching between her breasts, kissing and touching the skin he had longed to touch for years. Fuck, he had once promised himself that he’d never cross this very line, but now all promises were lost like the ships that had sunken to the bottom of an ancient ocean no living being remembered. Lost like all the souls Tommy kept researching, finding comfort in the thought of retelling stories of those that had shaped this very world into the world they knew now.

His warm lips kept kissing their way down her body, down her flesh to the outlines of her panties, toying with the fabric for a few seconds before his piercing eyes flickered up to meet hers, once again asking for her permission.

“Touch me, please.” It was simple, really, and yet the moment was by far more complex than either one would like to admit. There was no going back once he touched her there, there was no letting go of whatever they were about to create, perpetuating their love on their bodies and souls. Tommy hesitated for just a fraction of a second before he shuffled her panties down her legs, eyes focused on her heat, on the arousal glistening on her skin.

The cold surface of the kitchen island pressed itself against her skin, grounding (y/n) before she could get lost in Tommy’s touch, in the careful movements of his wandering fingers, exploring her body all too curious. Her thighs were trembling, fighting against the urge to press them together, to get rid of the ache between them, reminding (y/n) of all these times she had touched herself to the thought of her professor.

“I’ve been thinking of this moment way too many times, and now, as I have you before me, I know that my mind could never imagine a sight like you, so beautiful.” Her heart swelled in her chest, once again taken up by the unexpected praises leaving Tommy. (Y/n) reached for his hand, wordlessly squeezing it before he brought it up to his lips, kissing her skin. For a few seconds they kept holding eye contact before he let go of her hand, mouth meeting her cunt.

She arched her back, letting go of the moan wanting to claw through her, hand coming down flat on the kitchen island she was laying on. Curses left (y/n) as his tongue brushed through her slit, moaning at the taste of her arousal, already addicted within the first few seconds. Her heart was pounding, racing faster than ever before, making (y/n) wonder if she’d pass out any moment now.

(Y/n)’s body tried to push her even closer to him, breath hitching in her chest as his warm thumb found her clit, matching the rhythm of his movements to the speed he used with his tongue. Tommy had turned her into a moaning mess within a few seconds, holding a different kind of power over her body, a power so strong (y/n) feared she may never be strong enough to ever let him go again.

Without a warning, Tommy pushed his tongue into her tightness, unable to bite down his smirk widening on his lips as (y/n) called out his name, hands balled into fists, leaving crescent shapes on the skin of her palms. (Y/n)’s eyes were squeezed shut, lips buried in her teeth – a pathetic attempt to stop herself from giving in just yet, not wanting to break the moment she had been longing for for way too long.

Tommy could tell that she was close, upping the speed of his movements, of the way he circled her pulsing bundle of nerves, of the way he kept using his tongue. Deep down he had tied himself to her the very first day he had met her, set on (y/n) quietly, secretly, hoping that nobody could see through the cold facade he had built to protect himself. She had been Ariadne’s thread, luring Tommy out of his hiding with the sweet smile of hers, with the glistening eyes that seemed to follow him around.

“Oh fuck, I’m so close, don’t stop, please.” He grinned against her skin as he pushed her over the edge, allowing her to let go, to cum on his tongue and fingers. (Y/n) was trembling, body taken up by the powerful orgasm he pushed through her system, kidnapping her soul to bind her to him, without needing to ask for her permission.

Her eyes snapped open the second he let go of her, body struggling to breathe through the intense sensation still clinging to her. For a few seconds neither Tommy nor (y/n) dared to speak up, studying one another to figure out where to go from here, but with her hand finding the back of his neck, pulling him in for a kiss, their bodies seemed to snap into motion once again.

“I’d take you to my bed and fuck you there, but I can’t go any longer without burying myself inside of you, sweetheart.” His raspy voice left her choking, wordlessly staring up at him, watching her professor shuffle out of his dress shirt, trousers soon following. Her eyes followed the movements of his hand, taking in the sight of his hard cock pressing against the fabric of his boxers. “I’ll be right back.”

Her hand shot out to stop him, murmuring a soft “I’m on the pill”, needing to feel his skin pressing against hers. With his teeth buried in his lower lip, the professor stepped out of his boxers, hand pumping his cock, using her arousal to coat himself. The heat in the room kept rising, buzzing through their veins like poison made to kill them, hoping to find shelter in a comforting death like Romeo and Juliet, tied together for eternity.

“You look so pretty, spread out for me, I’ll need to fuck you on every surface I can find.” His teasing left (y/n) gasping, fingernails clawed into his veiny forearms, keeping him close as he brushed the tip of his cock through her folds. With their eyes connected, Tommy pushed into her, unable to bite down the groan ripping through him.

Neither Tommy nor (y/n) would ever be able to let go of this moment, longing, aching for it on lonely nights, needing to reach out to one another. He moved slowly, relishing in her closeness, needing to soak up every second he was fortunate enough to experience. Their eyes didn’t dare stray from one another, watching the different expressions tugging on their features, clearly communicating their every need, their every want. A desire they were finally giving into.

One of his hands clung to her thigh, keeping the leg she had wrapped around his waist close, leaving marks he’d kiss when morning rolls upon them. The way she mewled his name forced him to pick up his pace, hips snapping against hers, burying himself deeper inside of her with every passing moment.

“Fuck, you feel so good, don’t ever stop touching me.” (Y/n) choked on her words, eyes rolling back into her head, trapped in the darkness he emanated, a personification of all things forbidden, and yet so bittersweet (y/n) knew she’d never be able to let go of him again. Whatever may come upon them, they’d stick to one another, fuelled by the desire keeping them chained together.

Tommy pulled her even closer, allowing his cock to nudge against her sweet spot with every thrust, once again pushing her closer to the edge she had been pushed over moments ago. He murmured soft praises, pushing waves of heat through her, heart swelling once again as he spoke the words that would ring through her head for weeks to come.

“Doing so well, sweetheart, I got you, it’s okay.” His thumb found her swollen clit once again, rubbing it a few times before (y/n) came on his cock, walls clamping down on him. It took Tommy some more thrusts before he followed her down the edge, painting her walls white as a heavy groan left him.

Both kept clinging to one another, holding on for dear life without daring to speak up, scared that reality would catch up with them, forcing them to adapt to this very new change. His eyes studied her calm features, trying to read the fucked out gaze swimming in her pupils. Slowly he pulled out of her, lips meeting hers for a sweet kiss.

“How about a shower?” Both weren’t ready to address what was laying ahead of them just yet, not ready to talk about whatever they’d have to change, if they’d had to change something at all. And yet both found comfort in the thought of doing this together, with their hearts intertwined and their souls wordlessly communicating.

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shelbydelrey · 10 months

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The Secretary's Diary

Tommy picked up the notebook opened face down to the floor, but he wasn't prepared for the pages littered with erotic stories that would make even a man like him blush or for the fact that he was the protagonist alongside his stern secretary Y/N.

A/N: Today is the brazilian's equivalent of Valentine's Day and i didn't want the date to went by in a blank 😁 Hope you enjoy this little scenario 😉

#it's probably too steamy for a date that's about showing affection #but i don't really care at the moment 🤭#peaky blinders #modern! peaky blinders #peaky blinders moodboard #tommy shelby #tommy shelby moodboard #modern! tommy shelby #modern tommy shelby #tommy shelby x reader #tommy shelby x y/n

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notyour-valentine · 1 year

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Hello Val! I’d love to send you a request for your 1000 celebration (congrats again! 🥂)

I’d like to go with a blurb for modern!Tommy and the following prompt: “It is a common phenomenon that just the prettiest girls find it so difficult to get a man.”

Thanks ❤️

The Prettiest Girls ~ modern!Tommy Shelby x Reader (Fluff)

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Warning: Mention of sexism in society, patriarchy, some swearing (18/21+). I do not consent to my work being translated, copied or posted elsewhere on this platform or any other.

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“Oi!”, she snapped as Tommy reached for the packet of still warm falafels and pulled them towards him without even sparing her a glance.

“Those are mine!”, she hissed, snatching them right back. For that, she had to get up and lean all over the polished black chrome table.

His head shot up and he glared at her with nothing but annoyance and impatience - as if she had insulted him.

“Seriously?”, he hissed, “You drink and eat here for free, the least you can do is give some of me own fucking food!”

“It’s not your food!”, Ada reminded him. “Its from that new vegan place around the corner.”

“We’ve got vegan food!”, Arthur argued, always quick to defend his establishment. “Chips and sweet potato chips and salad, I think?”

“If I eat nothing but chips all the time, I will break out worse than a freshers flu!”, she argued, dipping another one of her deliciously crispy fried falafels into the hummus.

This was becoming a weekly thing, actually it was becoming almost normalcy. Ever since the Shelbys had moved into London too, it was more than convenient for her and Ada to spend their evenings here. Groceries was expensive and here they could practically drink them dry and even if they ordered food more to their taste, they could put it on Arthur’s tab.

He didn’t mind in the slightest, not when it came to his sister and their childhood friend.

Usually it was actually quite fun, with John in town too and Tommy actually having time to join them for a change, or so they had thought.

But instead of a few rounds and some fun stories for old times sake, he was sitting in the corner of the private room, hacking away at his phone with such ferocity, she could have sworn he must’ve drilled holes into it by now.

Always busy. Always occupied.

As if that wasn’t enough, he cleared his throat and swiped.

“Yes?”, he demanded to know, bringing his phone to his ear. “Is he for real now?”, Ada demanded to know as Tommy began to have a full on conversation with no regard to them and their talk.

“Oi, at least put it on speaker!”, she offered with a chuckle.

He threw daggers at her and got up, but on his way out, he swiped the bag with the remaining four falafels from the table.

“Hey!”, she argued, but the door only fell shut, separating her from the rest of her dinner.

“Arrogant git.”, she hissed.

“Don’t be harsh on him, love!”, Arthur insisted. “He’s busy with the business.”

She only shrugged.

It was bothering her more than it should. She had left Birmingham to go to college, and had moved in with Ada so that they could share the costs. Then, before long, Tommy had bought them not only a house but a car, not that they needed it in central London, but it was nice to have.

She had thought him buying a house would mean he was around a bit more, but no.

Only once had she passed him in the hall when he had been on his way out, and he had greeted her with a small smile and a meaningless “All good?”, but he was already on the run.

She missed Birmingham, she missed them all, but with Tommy it felt like the only place she yet held in his life was on a list of expenses - and that stung.

But what was there to be done?

Tommy was his own man and she was her own woman. Besides, she was his little sister’s friend, hardly anyone of much importance in the busy life of Mr. Thomas Shelby.

She still had Ada, and Arthur and John, so she needn’t mourn too much.

Ada of course, had decided to enrol in the same university as she had, taking on Sociology, Politics and Gender Studies all in one go.

She was well suited for it and burned to share her knowledge with her, and now her brothers too.

While (Y/N) could only contribute anecdotal evidence, they were certainly in agreement of many things. Especially in regards to the differences between men and women in society.

And before long they were on a roll, with John blushing and Arthur paling with every word. The door behind her clicked open again, as Tommy returned - without her falafels.

Jackass.

But that didn’t stop her from making her point.

“Women constantly get underestimated and reduced to their looks.”, she insisted, throwing her hands in the air. “It is just so exhausting!”

Ada nodded ceremoniously, impatient to get her own point in.

“Did you know Marilyn Monroe was actually really smart?”, she asked.

“If she was so smart why did she stand over that subway vent and have them take pictures up her skirt?”, John asked.

“That was for a movie!”, Ada hissed, glaring at her brother.

“Speaking of movie stars - everytime you turn on music in your car, that’s due to Hedy Lamar - the one with the stars.”, she insisted, waving around the back of her head. “She invented Bluetooth, or rather the technology behind it.”

“So far more than looks- but history remembers them as pretty!”

Ada said the word as if it was a slur, or at least a taint.

“Anyway, back to the original problem. Women get reduced due to their looks so much that it impacts every aspects of their lives!”

“But isn’t that also a good thing?”, John asked. “I mean, there is pretty privilege, right?”

That made her stomach coil.

“Wanting to sleep with someone isn’t the same as listening or valuing them!”, she snarled, considering if she should try to aim for his shin under the table.

“Besides,”, Ada added, “most men are intimidated by both attractive and intellectual women. Combine the two and 99% of men run to the hills.”

She leaned back and sighed in dramatic fashion, giving her a lamenting look. “It is a common phenomenon that just the prettiest girls find it so difficult to get a man, one who is not intimidated or even fells insulted.”

“My words exactly!”, she added with a nod.

Across the table, Tommy scoffed.

“You got something to say?”, Ada hissed, as always ready for a fight, especially with her favourite sparring partner.

She loved to argue, but arguing with Tommy was the rarest and most favoured pastimes for her.

And he didn’t care to back down from a fight and so met his sister’s gaze with that barely-there knowing smirk of his, as if the universe had laid bare all the secrets it contained in front of him and him alone.

“Maybe.”

“Maybe?”, Ada asked, “Go on then.”

He shrugged in dismissal once more.

“I think you’re making things too complicated.”

“We? We are making things too complicated?”

Ada’s cheeks began to flush and she could practically see the speech beginning to form.

“Yes. I’m not exactly saying that society’s perfect but it’s not the cause of everyone’s problems.”

“It kind of is, though!”, Arthur argued.

Tommy shot him a dark glare, all playfulness he had in his eyes when he had faced Ada gone at the sight of his brother’s betrayal.

“If (Y/N) can’t find a man, it’s hardly the patriarchy’s fault. Perhaps she’s just looking in the wrong places.”

She choked on her drink, feeling the liquid climb up to her nose as she coughed, barely managing to cover her mouth with a napkin as Arthur hit her back.

“Wait what?”, Ada asked, staring at her brother in utter disbelief.

“When did this discussion become about me?”, (Y/N) managed to croak out, her eyes burning.

“Yeah, what are you on about, Tommy?”, John demanded to know, before his face split into a wide grin. “Hang on-”

“Shut up!”, Tommy hissed, as his ears began to turn red. “I must’ve misheard, alright. Nothing to get stuck up on.”

He fidgeted with his cufflinks.

John threw his head back in laughter and even Ada giggled.

“Did he just call me pretty?”, (Y/N) asked, bracing her elbows on the table as she leaned forward, having recovered from her drink mishap.

“Pretty and intellectual!”, Arthur added for formalities sake, earning more throaty chuckles and giggles, as Tommy’s ears turned the shade of ripe tomatoes. One could even see the colour sneak up his neck.

“What do you want me to say?”, Tommy hissed, “You’re not ugly, are you?”

His anger only made her giggle more as she leaned back. “I should put that on a t-shirt.”, she suggested with a smirk.

“We could start a clothing line, make it Shelby Company Limited official and Tommy can write off a bit of tax, that would be nice, wouldn’t it, Tom?”, Ada teased, giving her brother a playful shove. He was hacking away at his phone again, pretending he didn’t hear, while his ears seemed to glow so brightly they couldn’t have lit the entire room on their own.

End.

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