#shelby’s sleepover
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“friends don’t do this kind of shit”
“this feels dirty” “that's because it is”
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no rules in breakable heaven - rhett abbott
pairing: dilf!rhett abbott x babysitter!reader
summary: when a late night turns into a learning experience.
w/c: 2.5k
warnings: 18+ only. SMUT. corruption kink. age gap (babysitter mid 20s, rhett late 30s). inexperienced reader. making out. fingering. hand job. consumption of alcohol but both parties are lucid. dirty talk. daddy kink. talks of losing virginity.
a/n: dilf rhett and babysitter’s origin story! pour one out for the fatherless girls.
“Guys my age are just so - they don’t understand women. They think about one thing and one thing only and when you don’t want to give them that thing, you’re useless to them. It’s so frustrating,” you exclaimed, sinking further down into Rhett’s couch.
You don’t know why you were talking about this with your boss. He should be the last person you’re ranting to about your troubled love life. But he was here and he was listening, thumb caressing your bare ankle in lazy circles. You hadn’t planned on spilling your guts to him on his couch but you couldn’t stop it.
Rhett had worked late, something about the fences being torn down by the recent storm and it had to be fixed before the cows got out of the south pasture. You didn’t mind staying longer than planned. You loved every minute you were able to spend with the girls. Bedtime with them was easy, you had enjoyed a long day at the park, letting them play in the splash pad to their heart's content. They were both out like a light the second their heads hit their pillows.
You tidied up their toys in the living room and made quick work of the dishes from dinner, storing the leftovers in the fridge for Rhett later. It was nearly ten o’clock when you heard the horses riding in, the bunkhouse boys being rowdy as always. Peeking up from your book when the sound of the lock clicked, you saw Rhett. Sweaty and grimy and all cowboy. His hair was curling at the ends, courtesy of the humidity. Kicking his boots off and mumbling “shower”, he was gone and out of your sight.
You were half tempted to pack your bags and slip out before he finished his shower but you were also tempted to stay. So you stayed. You heated up a plate for him when you heard the water shut off, sitting down at the table to wait for him. You felt silly. You knew he probably wanted to just lay down and go to sleep but you missed him as crazy as that sounds. Over the past several months of babysitting his daughters, you had grown close to Rhett. You didn’t have many friends that lived close by and he spent most of his days working, so it was nice to sit down and have a glass of wine and talk to someone who was over the age of ten.
You ignored your friends’ comments about how “he totally wanted to fuck you.” You would roll your eyes and brush off their crude comments, reminding them that he was just a friend - really, just your employer. But you couldn’t stop from wishing there was something more, that you could be something more.
Brought back to reality by the sound of Rhett’s heavy footsteps coming down the stairs and into the kitchen, your body ran hot at the sight before you. Dressed now in a tight fitting black t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants, he looked delectable. You mentally smacked yourself for even having those thoughts. He was silent as he pulled out a crystal glass and reached for the top shelf in the cabinet, displaying a bottle of expensive whiskey.
“Rough day?” You questioned as he poured himself a generous amount of the dark liquid.
“You have no idea,” he responded before downing the drink in one gulp. He made a satisfied sound as it made its way down his throat. Rhett finally looked at you and he smiled softly. “You didn’t have to do that.”
You were in a daze, looking at him, watching the way his muscles rippled beneath the shirt. Finally snapping out of it at his acknowledgment of the food, you cleared your throat and shifted in your seat.
“Oh.. that? It was nothing. I figured it would be more fulfilling than chicken nuggets and mac and cheese. We already had that today,” you said, a small smile forming on your own face.
He pulled the chair out and sat down across from you, sinking into the seat and digging into the food you had prepared. You were silent while he ate, trying not to stare at the way his jaw worked or the way his hand dwarfed the metal fork. He finished hastily, like he hadn’t had anything to eat in weeks.
“That was amazing,” he sighed, a satiated grin on his face as he patted his belly. “Where the hell did you learn how to cook like that?”
“Had to survive college somehow,” you giggled, earning a small chuckle in return. You reached for his empty plate but was quickly intercepted by him grabbing your wrist, not roughly but it made you squeak nonetheless.
“I got it, don’t worry about it. You’re not my maid.”
“I just wanted - I know you’ve had a long day and I wanted you to rest,” you stammered.
“And I will. You’ve had a long day, too. Will you - do you want to stay for a little longer? Tell me how today was? I’ve got a bottle of wine I’ve been meaning to crack open,” he spoke quietly, nervously. How could this man ever be nervous? He made you nervous.
“I’d love to.”
Nearly half a bottle later and you were explaining to him how your failed blind date went. How the guy immediately went in for a kiss when you made it to your car. Wine gave you no filter, even if it was only one glass. You knew you were in dangerous territory but you continued.
“I truly don’t think they know how to satisfy a woman. I mean - do you guys grow out of that or is it just something embedded into your DNA?”
“Trust me, honey. Not all guys are like that,” Rhett said as his thumb rubbed a bit higher, brushing across your lower shin. It made you shiver slightly, the callus that was on the pad scratched against your skin. His eyes were heavy, squinting a little at you as his mouth twitched up into a smirk.
“Hell, I’ve never even had a guy give me an orgasm before!” You blurted out before you could stop yourself. Your hand slapped over your mouth the second the last syllable left your tongue. Rhett’s eyes widened and his thumb stopped, mouth agape. Your own eyes widened in horror at your confession.
“That was so inappropriate! I am so sorry, I shouldn’t have-“
“Are you serious?”
His question was genuine. He was curious.
“Um, yeah. It’s just- well just the one time. In college when I- it was over in like, maybe five minutes? And he left right after. Oh, this is so embarrassing.” Your hands shielded your face, you couldn’t bear to look at him.
“Hey, it’s not embarrassing. That guy was a shithead for doing that. That’s not a real man,” Rhett explained. “Your partner should always focus on your needs as well. They need to take care of you.”
Rhett shifted on the couch, closer to you. Your upper thighs were pressed against his and your breath caught in your throat. Something shifted in the air. You felt it. Rhett’s tongue darted out to wet his bottom lip as he quickly glanced down to your chest, watching as it rose and fell in short breaths.
“Rhett-“
“You’re so beautiful,” he muttered, like he was saying it to himself. Like he didn’t mean to say it out loud for you to hear. You gasped softly. He was looking at you in such a way that it made your thighs clench involuntarily. A dark heat in his cobalt eyes that you had never seen before. You surged forward, tangling your fingers into his hair and crushing your lips against his own.
Rhett moaned unabashedly, licking into your mouth without preamble. His hands traveled to your waist, pulling you onto his lap. You were so enraptured in the feeling of the way he licked and nipped and the way his grip tightened on your hips, you couldn’t think straight. Once your brain caught up to what was happening, you pulled away.
“Rhett, we- we shouldn’t. You’re- and I’m- we’re friends and this shouldn’t happen. It would complicate things and-“
“Friends don’t do this kind of shit. Dance around each other for months. The flirting. The teasing. I can’t be just friends with you, honey. I want- I want more with you. I can’t get you off my mind. You’re all consuming.”
His confession made your chest ache. You felt the same way. You have felt the same way for a long time and now he was here right at your fingertips. You pulled him in for another bruising kiss.
Things progressed much quicker after the second kiss. His rough hands roamed over the planes of your body, sliding up your thighs and under your dress, fingertips dipping under the hem of your panties where your thighs met your ass. You bucked your hips reflexively, causing you both to release wanton sounds.
“Rhett. Touch me. Please, touch me,” you whined desperately, moving your hips clumsily against his own. He laughed lightly as he pulled away to settle back into the couch cushions. Your heart was beating rapidly, a thousand race horses galloping against your rib cage. He was drinking you in like he drank the whiskey earlier, hands coming up to grope your chest.
“You’re a dream, baby. An absolute dream.” His voice once laced with sleep was now full of lust, desire, want. No one has ever made you feel the way he’s making you feel now. It was like he knew the effect he had on you, if the smug smile on his face was any indication. “This what you wanted?”
Your nipples hardened and Rhett tugged at them through the thin material of your dress. Your own hands found their way to his strong chest, running them over his broad shoulders and up his neck. You tucked a piece of his hair behind his ear, such a soft gesture compared to the way he was squeezing at your breasts. A particularly sharp tug to the pebbled bud pulled a whine out of you.
“I want- I need you- oh, please,” you babbled.
“Tell me,” Rhett commanded.
“Want you to touch me here,” you said as you grabbed one wrist and put his hand between your thighs. His hand cupped your clothed pussy and dug the heel of his palm against your clit. He hummed, pleased with how wet you felt even through the cotton.
“Good girl. Fuck, you’re so wet. I can feel it.”
His finger traced a line from your hole to the bundle of nerves, moving up until he dipped it into the waistband. He took his time, drawing slow circles around it like he had previously with your ankle. That felt like a lifetime ago. You whimpered as he traveled lower, tracing your swollen lips languidly. Effortlessly. Even when you did this, it never felt this good. The angle was awkward but he slid one finger into your dripping hole, leading you to jerk in his lap.
“So tight. Squeezing my finger like that. God, honey. Is this all for me?” He thrust his thick finger in and out of you at a slow pace.
“All for you, daddy,” you moaned before you realized what you were saying. His low groan and harsher thrusts of his finger validated your feelings. He liked that just as much as you did. He soon added a second finger, stretching you more.
“Can I- please can I touch you, too?” You nearly begged, nails digging into his biceps at the feeling of his digits moving inside you.
“Yeah, baby. Touch daddy. Shit,” he grumbled as your hand slid beneath the elastic of the sweatpants. It took some maneuvering but you were able to pull them down below his hips. His cock was rock hard, pink tip leaking precum and you so desperately wanted to get your mouth on him. Your thumb rubbed just under the head, biting your lip when his hips thrust up.
His unoccupied hand grabs your wrist and raises it to his face, pursing his lips and spitting a generous amount into your palm.
It was quiet for a few moments as you both found your rhythm again. You tried your hardest to match the thrusts of his fingers but you couldn’t focus, not with the way he hit that spongy spot inside you every single time.
“This feels- god, this feels dirty. Fuck, Rhett. Right there,” you whimpered.
“That’s because it is. God, listen to you. No one’s ever made you feel this way, have they? Baby, shit- tighten your grip just a little- there it is. Atta girl,” he praised.
You were so close already, trying your best to stave off the feeling in hopes of this lasting longer. But you were chasing that high, riding his fingers eagerly. He was leaking on your hand, canting his hips up to get more friction. Hushed moans and grunts escaped the two of you and you drew near to the edge.
All it took was one gasp of your name from Rhett’s mouth to send you spiraling into pure bliss. You threw your head back in a silent scream. Your thighs quaked uncontrollably as the pleasure washed over you. It took just a few more pumps before Rhett’s release. He had leaned forward to crush his mouth against yours, moaning as he came all over your hand and inner thighs. It was all so overwhelming. All of these new feelings and questions that swarmed your brain as you both came down from your climax.
You sat on top of Rhett breathless, wincing slightly as he pulled his fingers from you. They glistened in the low light and you saw stars when he slid his digits inside his mouth, licking them clean of you.
“You taste good,” he said nonchalantly. “Let me get a towel so I can clean you up, okay? I’ll be right back.” He placed a gentle kiss to your lips before grabbing a warm wash cloth from the bathroom down the hall.
Your mind was reeling. Rhett just got you off. Rhett kissed you back. Rhett said he couldn’t stop thinking about you. Rhett-
“Here you go, honey.” The warm dampness jolted you out of your thoughts and you were staring up at the man before you. His graying hair hung down in his face, framing it like a portrait. “You okay?”
“You just gave me the best orgasm of my life. I’m perfect,” you teased. He rolled his eyes but there was only affection in the gesture. Rhett pulled you into his lap once more after he cleaned you, kissing all over your face.
“So… what now?”
“Now… I’m gonna sit here with a pretty girl in my lap and kiss her until she’s tired of kissing me. Listen, I really like you. And I know this will be hard to navigate but… I can’t give you up now, honey,” Rhett declared.
“I really like you too, Rhett,” you affirmed before leaning forward for another kiss. It was going to be difficult for numerous reasons but you were ready to face it head on. Maybe it was okay to be a little selfish for once.
#shelby’s sleepover#rhett abbott#rhett abbott x reader#rhett abbott x you#rhett abbott smut#dilf rhett x babysitter#dilf rhett 4 ever <3
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rachel's "i'm on winter break and have time to write" sleepover !!
hi everyone !! i am so excited to actually have time to sit down and write without university looming over me like storm clouds. there won't be a lot of rules, just a lot of fics and fun.
a few things to know:
send requests !!
no limit on asks or prompts requested !! i'm taking requests through jan 31, 2024.
if you have an original idea, send it my way !! it doesn't have to be from the prompt list.
if you want to join, please do !! write something !! tag me !!
i don't write super explicit smut. but i will def write some light smut and kissing and whatnot if requested.
no dub/con, no incest, no ultra-kinky stuff. sorry guys.
people i write for...
bucky barnes
ben barnes characters (the darkling, billy russo, caspian)
loki
will graham (hannibal)
cillian murphy characters (thomas shelby, jonathan crane, robert fischer)
tangerine (bullet train)
bruce wayne
geralt of rivia (the witcher)
prompts:
plot:
1. touch starved
2. hurt/comfort
3. holding onto the other’s shoulders for support
4. putting a hand over the other’s mouth to shut them up
5. showing up at each other’s house late at night
6. washing the other’s body
7. kissing their bruises and scars
8. sitting close and knees touching
9. meeting the family
10. teaching the other to…
11. watching the other when they are in their element
12. comfort kisses, goodbye kisses, first kisses, etc.
13. oral fixation
14. hand fetish
quotes:
1. "You know you’re pretty much the worst. In the best way possible."
2. "You smell good."
3. "You said I love you too fast."
4. "You were not supposed to find out about it."
5. "How long has it been since someone touched you like this?"
6. "Even if you don’t feel the same… I just wanted to tell you."
7. "Can you stay with me?"/"Don't go. Please."
8. "I say I’m over it but I still imagine it’s his hands in my hair when I’m alone.”
9. "I'm anything you want me to be."
10. "How can you be so smart, yet so stupid?"
11. "You’re dead to me."
12. "I thought it was just a silly crush, but it turned into more. I’m sorry, I know you don’t feel the same about me."
13. "Why are you staring at me?"
14. "I never thought this would happen."
15. "I am a god."
16. "Where did you go?"
17. "You were in my dream last night."
18. "Please don’t look (at me)…"
19. "I know I should be happy with friendship. So is it wrong of me to not be satisfied?"
20. "Stop worrying."
21. "So you've fantasized about me?"
22. "Why are you unbuttoning your pants?"
23. "You're shivering."
au’s:
1. babysitter
2. soulmates
3. flower/coffee/book shop
4. time travel
5. neighbors
6. coworkers
7. teachers
8. royalty
9. historical
10. fairytale
11. wedding
12. fake dating
happy asking and happy holidays ! - rachel
my masterlist :)
#rachel's winter sleepover#fic event#bucky barnes#ben barnes#the darkling#aleksander morozova#billy russo x reader#the darkling x reader#aleksander morozova x reader#prince caspian#prince caspian x reader#bucky barnes x reader#loki x reader#loki#mcu#will graham#will graham x reader#thomas shelby#thomas shelby x reader#jonathan crane#jonathan crane x reader#robert fischer#robert fischer x reader#tangerine#tangerine x reader#bruce wayne x reader#the batman#geralt of rivia#geralt x reader#the witcher
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"As M'lady commands"
In an effort to provide for his siblings, a young Tommy takes up a job in an aristocratic household at the height of Edwardian Times. His tasks as a groom not only include tending to the horses and stables but also to accompany His Lordship's willful daughter on her daily rides
For @zablife and her Six Month Anniversary
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Dear Lee,
Congratulations on your new milestone- six months and over 60 stories for which I am ever so grateful!
I hope you enjoy my humble attempt at a moonboard for your celebration,
Always wishing you all the best,
Val 🤍
#zablife#zablife sleepover#zablife 900#valentinesmoonboards#tommy shelby#as m'lady commands#valentinesgallery#valentinescollection
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“Let’s get lost and live off the land.”
Where Esme Shelby-Lee is able to live her dream in the middle of nowhere with a big farm and a big family.
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Created for @zablife ‘s Six Month Anniversary Sleepover!! I’m so thankful to have met someone as lovely as you on here, Lee. Cheers and here’s to many more months of fics and fun!! 😊💕
I know how much you love Esme, and I wanted to give our lovely lady the future that she was hoping for: a life away from the gang and the smoke with her husband and family...this is the end result. It’s nothing compared to your amazing moodboards, but I tried my best haha
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The Wrath of a Mother
Pairing: Thomas "Tommy" Shelby x fem!reader
word count: 3k
warnings: violence, heavy angst, kidnappings, blood, gore, guns, fighting.
summary: Thomas Shelby discovers his wife's past.
A/N: more peaky blinders brain rot for you all. not much else to say. no beta cause I say so! Enjoy. Credits to the gif artist.
The chaotic melody of jazz was cut off by the sound of screams.
Tommy didn’t like jazz which is why you waited for him to leave before putting the record on. It had been a tiresome day, dealing with the children, being the lady of the house. You sent the majority of the staff away, with the exception of a few maids to help with your children. The girls were young and foolish, always giggling behind their hands.
You pay the shouts no mind, until they grow louder, the high pitched squeals of the girls being intertwined with the yelling of men.
Suddenly, a shot rings out. You instantly cut the record, dashing into the children’s room. Oliver wakes up with ease while Alice fusses. You hated disrupting them but had no choice, telling them they were going to have a special sleepover in the guest room.
“Now, mommy is going to go and grab some snacks. I’m going to lock the door, to keep the pesky monsters away! Mommy or daddy will come back to get you, ok?”
Your oldest nods, the best big brother to his sister. You press a quick kiss to both their heads, not daring to look back at them before shutting the door.
The world seemed to slow down after that. You weren’t aware of how much time had passed, couldn’t ignore the ringing in your ears, the exhilaration of shock and adrenaline coursing through your bloodstream.
It was enough to blind a man.
Someone was hollering your name but you couldn’t make out whose voice it belonged to.
Hands abruptly clasp your shoulders and you shriek, twisting your body in a way to fend off whoever dared to attack you next. You try to ram the knife into the arm of your assailant but another pair of hands snatch your weapon away, leaving you defenseless.
Tommy crawls on his knees in front of you, grasping the side of your face tightly. You squirm and squirm but stop as he shakes you.
“It’s alright! It’s me! It’s just me!” He could tell that you were trying to comprehend what was happening and that your body was moving on its own accord, still engaged in fight or flight mode.
“Arthur, let her go.”
The oldest brother shoots Tommy a look. “Are you sure?”
“Yes!”
Arthur drops his hold on you and you sag forward, arms wobbling against the wooden floors, hands drenched with blood.
“It’s alright, love. You’re ok, it's finished now.”
It was over. You had won, however, the thin veil between this life and the old one had been hastily torn down.
“Where are the children, hm?”
You shake your head, his words unclear to you.
“Our children, where are they?! Alice and Oliver, where are they?”
You raise a weakened arm and point towards the end of the corridor. “Guest room closet…I locked it-”
“Michael, go check!” Thomas shouts. His cousin takes off without another word.
It was all too much. The noise, the lights, the commotion. Pushing yourself up on your knees, you combat Tommy and the grip he held on you, dead set on getting into a place where you could shut it all out.
You stumble down the hallway and the flight of stairs, only tripping a few times before making it out the front door. You make it just past the hedges and collapse, stomach churning while you vomit.
Arthur was close by, tentative of his approach. He didn’t want to scare you off further. He advances steadily, arms outstretched to show that he meant no harm.
“It's ok, love. It’s just, Arthur. I’m not gonna hurt ya.”
You nod, wiping at your mouth. “There were so many-"
“Yeah. Yeah, there were. You fought them all.”
“I didn’t- didn’t mean to kill anyone-”
You let Arthur close enough so that he could hold your hands, uncaring of the blood smeared across yours.
“Listen to me, eh? You’re gonna have the shakes. Your hands are gonna feel like they’re made of fucking lead. S’all normal. I just need you to breathe cause it looks like you’re gonna faint.”
You mimic Arthur as he breathes in and out, slowing down your beating heart. You surge forward and hug your brother in law, catching him by surprise. He panics for a moment before hugging you back, rocking the two of you.
“You did good, sister. You did good.”
You didn’t speak about it for two weeks.
You knew that he wanted an explanation, you felt it every time the two of you were in the same room. There was a lingering stare he would give you that he gave to each of his enemies. It was menacing, calculating and ominous. You knew the longer it took for you to offer up clarification for your actions, the more he began to suspect that you were placed in his house, in his bed, based off of an ulterior motive. If that were the case, you would’ve killed him by now but Tommy was no fool nor was he new to this type of life. He knew when people played with their food before eating and he refused to be swallowed by you.
His lovely, little wife.
It was a pleasant Sunday morning. You figured after breakfast you’d take the children into the gardens, perhaps have them splash around in the pond to tire them out before lunch. Tommy’s side of the bed was empty and cold by the time you woke up, which didn’t surprise you.
The lack of boisterous noise coming from the children is what tipped you off.
You remain calm as your lady’s maid helps you dress for the day, swapping out your gowns for a nice riding outfit.
“Lily, where are the children?” you query the young girl.
“Mr. Shelby arranged for them to spend the day with Ada, madam. She collected them this morning.”
You rock your jaw, vexation settling into your features. He secluded you, tapered off the one distraction you wouldn’t be able to use against him.
“Thank you, Lily. Where is Mr. Shelby?”
“He’s awaiting you in the dining hall for breakfast.”
Nodding, you finish your last little bit of preparations before seeking out your husband.
Thomas was a sight to behold. He sat in the chair facing away from the window, the morning glow casting a hazy aura around him. He held the newspaper in front of him with rigidness, eyes covered with his spectacles, long eyelashes gracing his cheeks whenever he looked down or blinked.
You don’t bother clearing your throat, knowing your husband was programmed with an innate capability of being able to detect when he was no longer alone. He huffs out an exhale, flipping the pages of the paper.
Frances pulls your seat out for you and you thank her, watching as she pours you a cup of coffee.
“Shall I crack your egg for you?”
You shake your head. “No, thank you. I actually find that I don’t have much of an appetite this morning.”
“Shall I ask the cook to prepare something different for you? Perhaps you’d like some fresh fruit? We just received some apples.” Frances tries again.
You give a sympathetic smile to the older woman, always grateful for her thoughtfulness and warmth. “I’ll just have some water.”
Frances pours you a hefty glass, bowing slightly as she exits the room.
You take a quaint sip from the glass as Tommy folds the paper, tucking it underneath his plate.
“Are you sure you’re not hungry? The toast was quite delicious.”
“You sent the children away without telling me.” You place the glass carefully on the table, using the condensation to wet your neck.
“I am their father, I can make decisions about where they go.” Tommy hums, rolling his neck to finally get a look at you. Even on low hours of sleep and no makeup, you were a natural beauty. You fixed your hair up in a way that he especially liked, the pins keeping it held firmly in an ornate fashion.
“You don’t send my children anywhere without me knowing about it.” You bite back coolly.
“Well,” He claps his hands together. “I figured we could use a day to ourselves. Frances has made us a nice picnic near the edge of the garden, our horses have been saddled and for the ultimate surprise, we’ll be shooting pheasants for dinner.”
You force out a grin, swallowing down the lump that was squirming its way up your throat. “What a perfect day.”
The picnic was gorgeous and you hated the way you tore into your food after skipping breakfast. Tommy made little conversation and you obliged him for the time being, willing yourself not to disassociate.
He was setting you up. While you remained neutral about the usage of guns and their place in the house, you always refused to shoot one if it wasn’t absolutely necessary. Tommy had given you one for protection and you kept it locked in a box, stored in the back of your wardrobe. The last thing you wanted was for the kids to find it.
Maurice, a stablehand, was already stationed near the edge of the forestline, a trap full of pheasants at his disposal. Tommy hands you a shotgun and the both of you prepare them for the task. He’s the first one to shoot and achieves a few hits, your duo of foxhounds sprinting to capture them.
You check over your gun once more, ensuring that it wouldn’t backfire and injure your shoulder.
“I’ll take four.” You tell Maruice and he gawks at you before straightening his posture.
“Are you sure, ma’am?”
Raising a single eyebrow was enough to get the young man to hush, nodding his head that he understood. “Be quick when handing me the other gun.”
“On your signal.”
You raise your weapon upwards, relaxing in your stance and emitting a low release of breath.
“Pull.”
The flapping of wings alerts your senses. Watching them disperse into the sky, you aim your gun a few paces ahead, striking two birds instantly. Rapidly swapping out guns, you anchor yourself a bit before plucking off the remaining two. The dogs are happy as they trot to gather the rest of the birds.
Maurice seeks to hide his amusement but fails. “Great fucking shot, Mrs. Shelby!”
“Thank you, Maurice. Hang two of them for dinner, please.”
You don’t say another word as you set off for the stream nearby, Tommy close behind.
You strip off your shoes and socks, placing your slightly blistered feet into the running waters. Tommy takes a seat beside you, lighting a cigarette.
“Are we going to talk or keep playing the silent game?”
“You’re the one who makes speeches.”
Tommy chuckles. “You’re a great shot.”
“I know.”
“I just want to understand how a woman such as yourself swore of guns but managed to take on six armed men with the precision and execution of someone who enlisted.”
You snap your head over. “What, so you think I’m a spy now, huh? Is that it? A Soviet spy sent to crush Thomas Shelby and his empire from within? Give me a fucking break.”
“I’m not picking a fight with you-”
“But you are! That’s what this is, isn’t it? A fight that has gone on for far too long.”
Tommy goes silent, like he always does. At this point the both of you realize that you were no longer referring to the conversation at hand but what was left unsaid in between the lines. You let yourself wallow in the anger for just a few more moments before exhaling deeply.
Absent-mindedly, you pick at the tiny blades of grass, ripping and ripping until they scatter out of your hands like confetti.
“I was framed,” you start. Tommy perks up at the sound, lighting a cigarette. He attempts to pass it to you but you refuse it. “I was young, barely a teen. An orphan.”
“The New Prospects Orphanage in the Netherlands.” Tommy comments and you nod your head.
“On Wednesdays, we would take walks around the city so we could be shown what proper ladies were like. There was a girl, Claire, who would sometimes sneak in our group and walk with us. We were friends. The older girls were vile and teased her. Pushed her down a flight of stairs. She cracked her skull.”
You stop at the mention of your old friend, rushed memories of that fateful day speeding through your mind at the speed of light. You remember the blood slowly leaking out from behind her head, staining the white hair bow she wore.
“I reached out to try and grab her, if anything we would’ve fallen together but she slipped right through my grasp. I was blamed and whilst they were discussing what to do with the police, I took off.”
You look at Tommy, who was already eyeing you with precision. “I apparently made some very bad fucking enemies that day.”
He began putting pieces together mentally, filling in the gaps of his research. From what he had gathered, you were at an orphanage until you were twelve, moved to the States until you were eighteen before making your way back to London. You remained lowkey, worked jobs mostly as a secretary and lived a bland existence until he met you a few years after being back from France.
You steal his cigarette, sucking on the stick like it was the last one on earth.
“Claire came from a notable family within the Netherlands. Her brother wouldn’t stop until he saw my head on a stick. They sent people after me.”
Tommy sticks his tongue out to wet his lips briefly. “Eli Delbeke.”
“Eli Delbeke.” you repeat.
He was one of the six bodies Tommy discovered after the carnage. He knew who you were, the woman you tried to hide behind. He hunted you until he cornered you in your own house, threatened to feed your children to his dogs. Eli had sent nearly every thug, gangsta, and man for hire after you. You managed to defeat them all.
You didn't like how easy it was for you to snap someones neck, hated the way blood circled the drain during a shower.
“He knew you were going to be alone.” Tommy concludes. “He knew about the rally.”
“As far as I’m concerned, there shouldn’t be any more of them alive. I survived the onslaught. And you want to know what lesson he could’ve learned?”
You put out the cigarette beside you, coughing. “Grief isn’t good for business.”
It happened so fast that you didn’t have time to blink. The foundation was in full swing at its grand opening, members of high society swarming all around you. You wouldn’t lie and say you were thrilled to be there but this was Tommy’s moment and as his wife, you had to play your part.
Photographs were taken and you smiled politely, Alice in your arms and Oliver hiding behind your leg. The boy was utterly shy and you hated placing him in situations like this. Balancing Alice on your hip, you shoot an apologetic look at Tommy and the others, awaiting a photo op.
You brush back Oliver’s hair, trying to coax him forward. “Come on, Oli. It’s ok! We’ll smile very quickly for a photo and then we can go wait outside for daddy.”
Tommy grows impatient and grabs Oliver, taking him by surprise. He begins to sob and thrashes around in Tommy’s hold.
“Shelby family, look this way!” The photographer instructs and you all oblige. The flash goes off and the crowd around begins to disperse. A woman in a maid outfit reaches for Oliver and Tommy hands him off willingly, eager to get away from the clamoring of chatty women. You were busy adjusting Alice’s dress, setting her back down on the ground.
You look around for Oliver, noticing you couldn’t hear his cries anymore.
“Oliver?” you call out to no avail. “Oli?”
Clutching Alice’s hand, you ask around the room if anyone has seen a little boy. All people shake their heads, your panic grows more by the minute.
Polly senses your agitation. “What’s wrong, dear?”
“It’s Oliver. We just took a photo, I sat Alice down but when I looked up, he was gone.”
Polly gives you a look you know too well and your face drops. “Oh, Poll-”
“Don’t worry, I’m sure he’s around here somewhere.”
Polly alerts other members of the family, sending them in different directions. She then escorts you out into a more secluded area of the building.
Ada and John join you, all with forlorn expressions.
“Nobody has seen ‘em.” John reports, Ada backing his claim. She places a protective hand on your back, guiding you to sit on a bench.
“Let me hold her.” she says calmly and you reluctantly let go of Alice.
Arthur and Tommy march up to the family, fists balled and faces set like stones.
“He was seen being taken in a car by some woman.” Arthur shares, eyes downcast. You stand up abruptly, stepping a few paces away from everyone else. Breathing becomes a difficult task and you clutch at your chest.
The familiar sensation of rage and anguish sneaks upon you, digging its sharp claws deep into the fiber of your being.
Tommy folds himself over you in an endeavor to console you. “This is all my fault. I will fix it. Don’t you fucking worry, I will fix this. Those fucking Italian bastards will not get away with this. It’s going to be ok, I promise.”
You cock your head to look at your husband, the only thing visible from beneath your hat was your red brimmed eyes. A lone tear escapes and you refuse to let any others do the same.
It was if you were possessed by the devil himself.
You straighten yourself up, sniffling quietly. “Ada, give me my child.”
Ada does as she is told and if you were being more observant, you might say that Ada feared you in that moment.
You were going to see to it that whoever took your child would die by your hands.
They weren’t going to fear you as Tommy’s wife nor as a Shelby but as a fucking mother.
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Take two:
I would like to play in the Smutty Sleepover game. 😍 Please create something with my little blue eyed devil, Tommy Shelby using this prompt:
"If you don’t stop it, I’m gonna make you regret teasing me."
Thank you so much for creating this game 🥰
Hey babe! I'm afraid that prompt got chosen just before you submitted your ask, so I went with a similar one left from the list!
Slight smut below the cut, minors DNI!
He knows exactly what you're doing, and Tommy, being the stubborn man that he is, isn't having any of it. He can't quite help himself from looking, though, as you move around his office, letting your skirt ride up to flash your nylons, bending over to accentuate the round of your backside in the slim-fitting pencil skirt you wear.
Those blue eyes, full of lustful depth, keep having their focus pulled as you stir at his lust, ignite his fuse, and play with him in the hopes that he turns his attention from his papers to his wife instead.
"Finished your pottering about yet?"
That Brummie lilt. You hated it to begin with, until you realised it truly didn't matter. Tommy Shelby could speak to you in any accent and the words would still sound smoother than warm honey trickling off a spoon.
"Almost." Moving to the bookcase with your feather duster, you pull the wooden ladders along, hitching up your skirt until the tops of your nylons are exposed, garters too. "I can never get up these ladders unless I have a little legroom."
Now you've gone and done it.
Tommy takes a deep breath, feeling his cock stir and his pulse quicken as he turns from his desk. "If I have to stop what I'm doing, you won't be able to walk for the rest of the week."
"Oh, but Thomas," you gasp sweetly, turning to him. God, that stare. His eyes might be glacial blue, but he could melt entire frozen continents with the heat of that stare. "That's exactly what I want to happen."
He should know better than to let you play him, and as he pushes his papers aside, getting up to retrieve you from the ladders, he knows that. After placing you on his desk, pulling your undies off and burying his mouth between your legs to lick at your cunt with hunger, the notion of caring about it is the farthest thing from his mind.
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she came in through the bathroom window
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“They went that way!” The man’s voice, raspy and shaking with rage, boomed down the street. Shouts echoed down the empty lanes, the street desolate in the dead of night, save for you and John ripping through them. Hand in hand, your shoes slammed against the ground as you ran for your lives.
The two of you turned a sharp corner, your heels skidding against the pavement as John led you, ducking into a narrow alleyway. The beads of your dress clattered frantically against one another as you ran. You remembered now, choosing this outfit before your performance. It was perfect for dancing, the material swishing hypnotically with every action. It was beautiful in movement, as it was now, running through filthy, cramped backlanes from scary men intent on hunting you down.
“Here! Quick!” John hissed, yanking on your arm.
You stared up at the window before you, a square of golden light falling from it onto the ground below, illuminating the two of you, panting from exertion and glimmering with sweat.
“Isn’t that breaking and entering?” You puffed.
“The window’s already open! We’re not gonna be breaking anything! Besides,” He said, hands already locking around your waist, lifting you toward the sill as you gasped, “My brother lives here, so it’s not really breaking and entering. We were just in the neighbourhood and wanted to drop by. A friendly visit, right?”
“Right.” You grunted, swinging your leg over the sill. Your foot sought purchase on the other side, your shoes hitting the inside of a porcelain bathtub. You slipped into the bathroom past the window, reaching out to help hoist John up as he pushed himself inside. You grabbed him by the collar, shoving him next to you in the cramped bathtub. The two of you lay beneath the window, listening out for the shouting of the men chasing you. Your chests heaved and you felt his heart thrumming steadily as you lay against his chest. His hand lay next to yours.
You heaved a breath of relief, turning to smile at John as soon as you were sure the coast was clear. The tip of your nose ghosted his, a wide grin growing on his face.
“Thank God. That was a close one- oh shit!” You screamed, bolting upright in the bathtub as you caught sight of the silhouette in the bathroom doorway.
Tommy Shelby stood, gun trained on the bodies in his bathrub.
“Christ Tom, it’s only me…” John grumbled, sitting upright. He slid out of the bathtub, helping you to your feet.
Tommy sighed, the hint of fear in his eyes replaced quickly by agitation that glazed over his steely blue gaze.
“Care to tell me why you’ve broken into my house, John?” Tommy gave an exasperated exhale, putting his gun back in its holster.
“Well, it’s not really breaking in if the window’s open-” You began, trailing off when John turned to you, shaking his head frantically.
Tommy’s dark eyebrows furrowed, squinting at you as his gaze ran over you, elegant but dishevelled in your glittery dress and smudged makeup.
“(Y/N)?” He asked.
Now it was your turn to examine him, eyes narrowing as you scanned him up and down.
“Tommy!” You said, recognition washing over you. “I thought you looked familiar.”
“Wait, you two know each other?” John asked.
“Yeah.” Tommy said, his voice uncharacteristically soft and characteristically dismissive. “You look…” He began.
“Different?” You laughed. “A lot has happened since we last met, Tommy.” You smiled, and from across the room, in the soft light of the bathroom, it was like you were transported back to that time, when he caught your eye across the room at the party at your parents’ manor. He was rough around the edges, standing out from the crowds of clean-cut aristocrats that glittered as they glided through the room- you being one of them. “We have so much to catch up on!”
“You could start with why you’re here.” He said.
“We have plenty of time for that!” You said, flouncing past Tommy, out of the bathroom and into the living room. You sunk into the plush sofa in the middle of the room, kicking your shoes off and digging your heels into the lush, expensive carpet. “I’ll have a glass of water, please, Tommy darling, all that running has got me dying of thirst.” You sighed, finger running across the fringe adorning an ornate lampshade.
He raised an eyebrow.
“Fine. I’ll do it myself!” You exclaimed, strolling toward the kitchen as you held out your hands defensively. “D’you want anything?” You threw the question over your shoulder at an astonished John and Tommy as water splashed into your glass.
“An explanation.” Tommy spoke.
You took a gulp of water. “Your brother’s a hero, Thomas.”
“Oh, stop it.” John said, almost bashful as he dismissed your compliment.
“Yeah. Stop it.” Tommy deadpanned.
“I had just finished a set at the club.” You pictured yourself, just a half hour ago, hopping offstage, beads of sweat dripping down your neck, that light, happy feeling that came after each show shimmying its way through your body. “I love walking through the crowd after a show. It’s so fun, talking to all those customers.” It was fun having lots of free drinks too, sitting at tables that roared with laughter at every joke you made. “But this brute I had bumped into accused me of stealing his cigarette case! Little ol’ me!” You exclaimed, hand falling over your heart in mock shock. He had annoyed you, that man, flecks of spittle gathering in the corners of his mouth, his big, awful face turning red as he screamed at you. “John tried to tell him to piss off, but all of a sudden, there were four of them! So he brought us to this safe haven.” You smiled, arms lifting to gesture around Tommy’s apartment.
“So, you’re a dancer now?” Tommy asked, tone betraying his curiosity for you, a person so different than the shiny, posh thing he’d met a year earlier.
“I’m the best.” You grinned. “I’m sure you know, though. I remember you quite liked it when I danced with you.”
“I did.” Tommy said in his matter-of-fact way, and you knew he was telling the truth. “But it’s different from dancing at those upper-class parties your parents used to throw, isn’t it?”
“Yeah! It’s way more fun.” You laughed. “And I don’t have my parents staring over my shoulder, worrying the Blinder devil I was dancing with was gonna steal me away. Those parties can be so boring without a gangster to add some novelty.” You remembered now, how Tommy was probably the most interesting dance partner you’d ever had, so much better than the long string of bores your parents approved of. He danced much better too, the only man who could keep up with you as you swayed through the room.
“I don’t think your parents approved of me. But, I don’t think they’d approve of your line of work, considering it involves scary men chasing you ‘round town.”
“S’all bullshit.” John mumbled, shaking his head disapprovingly. “Those assholes were looking for trouble, accusing you of that.”
“Yeah! Total bullshit!” You laughed, hiking up your skirt. The cigarette case gleamed, tucked into the top of your stocking as you pulled it out, the metal clanging on the counter as you placed it down.
“Oh.” John said.
“Seems the rich girl’s picked up some bad habits since running away from home, eh?” Tommy said, a smile playing on his lips.
“Sticky fingers.” You shrugged. “My talents are wasted at the club, honestly.” You sighed, melancholic. “There, you just get cigarette cases, flasks, a watch or two. I could be earning so much more.” You sighed, placing a hand on John’s chest, drooping toward him, as if you were wilting from distress.
“Really?” Tommy asked.
“Really! In fact, you Blinders could use someone like me.” You said, grabbing Tommy’s arm emphatically. “My talents can be quite valuable, y’know?”
“Really?” John said, not convinced.
“Really.” You grinned, lifting your hands. In one, was John’s watch, the other, Tommy’s cigarette case. They frowned, grasping at their pockets, eyebrows creasing as they came back empty. They hadn’t even noticed when you nabbed them off their person.
“So?” You smiled, handing them back over.
Tommy took out a cigarette, running it over his lips in contemplation.
“I could dance at your clubs too. People would be lining up ‘round the block! You’ll get a pretty nice cut from that.” You added.
“No, not at our club.” Tommy said. You frowned, confused. “Sabini’s club.”
“Sabini?”
“Yeah. And instead of stealing cigarette cases and watches, you could steal from his office instead.” John said, picking up where Tommy left off.
“What, like a spy?” You said, heart fluttering with excitement. Espionage sounded strangely glamorous, a remnant of your boring childhood, where you could only be placated by reading exciting stories, the words removing you worlds away from your sheltered, beautiful, but dull little bubble. “How much would I be paid?”
Tommy leant in, his breath ghosting the shell of your ear as he whispered the amount. Your eyes lit up.
“I’m in.”
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I may forgive him,
Pairing: Thomas Shelby x female/Pregnant/Reader
Summary: Finding out Thomas has been secretly seeing Grace, Y/N leaves with Charlie.
Warning: Pregnancy, fear, anxiety, Angst, Fluff,
Word Count: 2.7k
a/n:. Requests are open.
Part One Part Two Part Four
Eyes of vigour and the chant of thunder broke the darkness. Hatred swirled, sinister and vicious. The boy folded his hands in front of his chest. The world was motionless. Eyes, otherwise glowing like stars, were as dark as the night reigning beyond the windows. Tears adorned the cheeks, painted in pain, and streamed down the face in torrents.
The youthful glow had died. There was a coldness in his gaze and Thomas rooted into the ground, stood motionless in the middle of the endless corridor, a tunnel whose end was slightly luminous. Gulping, he thought he dreamed. Thomas could not believe his eyes, thought whiskey and rum fooled his senses. A wave of poisoned arrows, dark feathered, pierced through his skin. Hatred and agony clouded his mind. Eyes so similar to his were seething with rage and not even the faint voice, broken like a shield of wood, echoing faintly through the house, could banish dooming clouds announcing a storm.
"Charlie?" Thomas whispered.
Thomas slowed to a halt, trying to read his son, and realised if Charlie held a gun, he would use it against him without batting an eye, forcing him to his knees and making it impossible to take a step. Wide-legged Charlie stood in the doorway. Thomas took slower and shorter steps and thought he could see the blood pumping through the little boy's body. A faint sparkle of pride filled his pained heart. Thomas had often heard from his brothers how his eyes sparkled, how unreadable the Shelby was if he faced the enemy and Thomas saw exactly what his brothers were always talking about in his gaze.
"Charlie?" Thomas repeated, snapping the boy out of his thoughts.
Charlie clenched his hands into fists and stood wide-legged, nearly lost balance, trying to take up the whole doorway to forbid his father to get into the bedroom.
"Go away father, you hurt mum and she is in pain because of you. All because of you, I heard it, Ada and Arthur were talking about it and now mum is going to die because of you." yelled the boy, angered.
Thomas swallowed. His heart ached. He knew pain; it was once his daily companion, a loyal hound, and he remembered the days when he was alone in the shadows shaping into wicked evil faced creatures.
“Go away. You are not my dad anymore. I don’t love you anymore. Go away.” Charlie screamed.
The wave of trillion of arrows pierced the howling wind. Gradually, Thomas walked towards the end of the endless tunnel. He fell like a warrior. Angered, Charlie starred at his father, let him feel the hatred dwelling in the depths of his heart, not regretting his choice of words, would never regret them, hating the man who had dared to find another family.
A voice shattered into tiny splinters broke through the gloomy mist, tearing the dark curtain like a sword, but no answer came.
Colours faded and winter ruled heartless and merciless. His heart ached and Thomas swallowed noticeably. Slowly he arose and went forward, ignoring the words laced with the darkest of poison, an ancient chant killing witches.
"Charlie, what are you talking about? I would never hurt your mum. I love you and mummy." Thomas breathed.
His voice broke. He never showed weakness in front of his son, tried to stay strong, but the façade crumbled like an attacked walls of defence in the midst of war, and a lone tear slid down his cheek.
“You don’t love my sister. You hurt her. I love her. Yes, she is a girl and she will want to play with dumb dolls, yet I love her and I promised mummy I will stay home from kindergarten. I will take care of her. I won´t need your help. You will hurt mummy so go away. We will have a sleepover without you. You are not invited.” Charlie sobbed.
Wider he stood, knowing it must be his father's fault why his mother was in pain and Thomas saw himself, recognised the hateful expression in his gaze and looked down at his son in confusion.
“Charlie,” he said.
"Yes, you did. You are lying. You met another woman. You can´t do that. I'm not looking for another mum either. I already have one and I know I wouldn't find a better one. You have mum and me and my little sister.” Charlie cried out loud and silenced his father harshly.
Thomas gulped.
“You are married to my mum and you have me. Ada said it too. You don't love mum and there was a doctor, and I wanted to cook tea. I listened, I heard it all. And my mum said you can't lie that lying is bad and you are lying.” Charlie continued without reflecting on his words.
He pressed his lips to a fine line and looked his father without fear.
“You can't go to my mummy. You'll hurt her, and I don't want to see her in pain. She was crying. Mummy never cried because of me." Charlie whispered in pain.
Shaking his head, he brushed the tears away from his cheek.
“I heard everything. I am a big boy. I know where babies come from. And I heard everything. You will not hurt my sister. I have to protect her. Go away, you are not going to mummy.” he continued without fear.
The words echoed loudly through the house and a chant of murmur arose from deep slumber. Tears clouded his eyes.
"Charlie, believe me, I would never hurt your mum. And if I promise I won't hurt her, will you allow me to see her? I have to talk to her. Please. Thank you for taking care of mummy, I'm sure you took good care of her, but I have to see her." said Thomas.
His voice was breaking, shattered into tiny splinters. Remorse welled up in his heart. Carefully, Charlie scrutinised his father and pressed his lips to a fine line.
"I don't know. You will hurt my sister and I have to protect her." Charlie said with uncertainty in his voice.
Lovely words destroyed the last wall. Eye grew in horror and words escaped. Forcing a smile Y/N clawed her fingers into the frame of the door, unable to stand on her feet, could no longer listen to the words of mind dulling anger. A soft gasp escaped Y/N, searching for support and pairs of eyes shot open and before Charlie realised what had happened Y/N was in the arms of the man he had tried to banish from the house with harsh words.
His heart was in broken pieces. Her eyes were lifeless, yet they twinkled like fading stars on the horizon. Her shaking fingers slid over the unmade hair of Charlie, crying softly, having heard the words about his father he could no longer forget and clung to the long nightgown.
Nauseated, Y/N couldn’t stay strong and dropped into his arms, resting her aching head on his chest and closed her eyes for a moment, and a faint smile graced her lips as no feminine scent lingered on his clothes. A soft wheeze escaped her and immediately he embraced her body. Thomas tried to stay strong but the last wall of defence grumbled as he witnessed the exhaustion veiling his wife's eyes for more than ten years. He gazed from his wife to his son, clawing his fingers into the long nightgown, and soft soothing words escaped him in hope to heal the wounds he had caused.
"Charlie, could you make mum some tea, please? I'm sure it will do her good. I'll take care of her. You don’t need to fear and if you need any help, then Arthur or Ada will be happy to help." Thomas said.
“No. I not leaving mum and my sister.” Charlie interrupted his father rudely. “You can be glad I allowed you to hug mum.” he continued in a sharp tone, sounded bolder than a man of many glasses.
A faint whisper arose and again the hatred and anger faded away.
“I don´t know if I can trust you.” Charlie breathed.
Thoughtfully, the boy looked at his mother and waited for an answer, wanting to know if he was allowed to go or if he should stay and Charlie was ready to stand between his father and mother, would protect her even if harsh words were spoken.
"Please go, Charlie. The tea you made was the best I have ever tasted in my life. Nothing can happen to me. Your father would never hurt me." Y/N breathed weakly.
“He has hurt you, mum.”, “Yet I love him, Charlie. I know your father for a long time. Arthur called your father, and he came to help me. He feared for my health.” Y/N whispered.
Weakly, Y/N smiled, feeling his fingers slowly letting go of the long material of the flowing dress.
“Promise me, dad you will not make mummy cry. You have to swear,” he said in a stern tone, commanding like a king.
The features softened and the dooming clouds announcing a night full of terror were carried away.
“I promise Charlie. I will help mummy; you don’t have to fear.” Thomas assured softly.
“I trust you and you have to say sorry to my little sister, you made her cry too.”, “I will, Charlie. I will.” Thomas answered, barely audible.
Slowly, Charlie walked away, turning over and over as he did so. Footsteps echoed loudly through the house. Charlie wiped the tears from his cheeks and fixed his eyes over his shoulders as he rushed in great haste along the long corridor.
No sound crossed her lips. Her arms wrapped around his neck. Her feet swung, no longer touching the cold floor. As if she weighed nothing, Thomas carried his wife back into the bedroom they shared, straight towards the unmade bed, and Thomas realised Y/N had slept on his side of the bed. Loving words lessening the pain escaped the man in the dark suit, moved closer to the bed and Thomas lowered her slowly as if he feared his wife would shatter like glass if he wasn't careful enough. The soft gasp escaping Y/N caused his heart to ache in pain. Smiling faintly, he covered her with the blanket but did not dare sit down on the edge of the bed nor to lie down by her side. He clenched his fingers into fists, saw what he had caused as his eyes fell upon the empty suitcase.
Y/N placed her hands on her stomach in a protective gesture. Widened eyes gazed at the pregnant woman and she let him know she was fine.
"I would never dare to betray you.", "You didn't wear your ring." Y/N breathed.
She wanted to believe him, tried to, but her mind told her a different story.
"I lost it. You know I never take it off, never in the past ten years, nearly eleven." Thomas explained.
He bit his lower lip, not wanting to continue. He wondered why she was still in the house they called home and he swallowed, realising he was certainly not the reason she had stayed.
"I will not force you to stay, Thomas. I can leave, you only have to tell me. If you want to leave and start a new life with Grace, then I won't stand in your way but I want you to know that even if you don't want a divorce to ruin your image, I will take the children with me." Y/N said, unable to face her husband.
His lips no longer touched and his striking features paled and aged.
"I didn't cheat on you Y/N. I saw Grace twice.", "You supposedly hugged her and you went to a restaurant." Y/N continued.
"Yes.", "So you admit you saw her, your old flame." Y/N breathed.
"I did, this woman contacted me for almost three months. She called me every hour, twenty times a day. I ignored her, and she contacted a friend, a businessman. I thought it was going to be a meeting. My love, please believe me. I told you about the meeting. You were sick, and I wanted you to come with me, but you couldn’t and Arthur was out of town. When I arrived at the bar, I saw her and before I could do anything she hugged me as if we were old friends," Thomas reported.
Wordlessly, Y/N listened, letting him speak even if the desire welled up to silence him harshly. His right hand twitched, but he did not reach for her hand resting on the barely noticeable bulge.
"Please believe me. I don't know what you've heard, but I am convinced it was something unpleasant. She knew I would be in London today, how she found out, I don’t know but I confronted her and told her to leave me alone and she informed me she had called you too, that she spoke to you about us, but why should I exchange you for someone like her? I have only seen her twice." Thomas reported.
The words weren’t twisted, and relief spread through her heart. She could read the man like an open book, fear rooted in her heart, but then she saw the tears, the pain and knew her husband wasn't lying, telling her a twisted tale.
“And you saw her today?”, “Yes, I told her I don’t love her, that I have a family, a wife I have been married to for almost eleven years," Thomas said.
Agony veiled his striking features.
"I didn't look at her the way I look at you. The day I fell in love with you I forgot about her. I know she must have told you a lot of things and that you read all those letters, but you are the only woman I have slept with, the only woman I carry in my heart." Thomas confessed boldly.
Y/N lost herself in his eyes of blue, unable to tear her glance away from him.
"You, Charlie, all of you are my family, something Grace can never give me." Thomas continued.
Hearts called out. Slowly Thomas slid closer to his wife, found strength and clasped carefully her hand, squeezed it gently.
"Why would I leave my family for a woman like her? She left me when I needed someone and you were there. You were by my side. I have everything I need. I have you and our beautiful children." he breathed.
The words healed her heart and tears veiled her vision.
"I think it's going to be a girl. I hope you don't mind.” she whispered weakly.
His eyes sparkled and he knew she trusted his words.
"Next week I'd like to go into town to buy a pram," Y/N said.
Colour returned and a slight smile spread on his lips kneeling beside the bed and Y/N saw it immediately, knew he had understood the message. Y/N guided his palm nearer to her and placed his hand on her stomach. A tear danced across his features. Thomas felt nothing, no movement, but proudness flowed in every fibre of his body.
"You'll stay?", "I trust you, Tommy." Y/N answered.
His eyes sparkled in screaming colours.
"May I kiss you?", "You are my husband, Tommy and the father of our children, the man I trust the most. You don't need to ask for permission." Y/N said with a faint smile.
Slowly, Thomas rose from the cold ground. The bed sagged beneath his weight. The pain ceased. The lovers were lost, and the stars were shining. Slowly, Thomas settled at his wife's side on the bed, wrapping his arm around her body and she lowered her head on his chest. Lips sealed the promise, and the storm passed and the moon glowed in all its beauty.
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see my vision. ender dragon!pearl guardian!gem warden!shelby wither!lizzie monster girl club..... sleepovers hosted by zombiecleo
#pearlescentmoon#geminitay#shubble#ldshadowlady#zombiecleo#trafficblr#amarambles#yeah this all spawned from the ender pearl pun joke my brain made
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shelbs!! happy 1.2k!! my brain is spiraling over pull from the smut action prompts list with rhett😵💫
i still crave it, complicated freak - rhett abbott
pairing: rhett abbott x fem!reader
summary: sometimes rhett needed to relinquish control.
warnings: 18+ only. SMUT. sub!rhett. hair pulling. using rhett to get off. begging. oral (f receiving). p in v. rough sex. riding. chest scratching. choking. edging. general filth. aftercare.
prompt: the sender pulls the receivers hair.
"Baby, please. Faster. Harder- fuck...."
Your nails dug into his flesh, nearly drawing blood. It was quick and fast, you were both chasing that high.
But you didn't listen to Rhett's pleas. No, you weren't going to allow him to get there that easily. You slowed yourself down to a leisurely pace, smiling proudly at the way Rhett keened. A high pitch noise that no one would ever expect to come out of the stoic cowboy.
It started as a game. A simple game of truth or dare but you threw a bottle of bourbon into the mix and that’s when things got interesting.
He dared you to take control of him, face flushed red - from the liquor or the challenge he had just presented to you. You took a swig from the bottle, hissing as the liquid burned on the way down and you stood from your seat beside him on the sofa. Rhett sat up as you stood before him, spine straight as an arrow - awaiting your next move.
Your knuckles brushed across his cheek, your fingers threaded through his hair. Rhett nearly purred as you allowed your nails to gently scratch his scalp. He sighed heavily, pushing against your hand like a cat. That was short-lived. Within moments you were tightening your grip on his locks and yanking hard enough to crane his neck toward the ceiling.
“Are you going to behave?” You questioned, trying to sound dominant despite your nervousness.
“Yes,” Rhett replied. You tugged on his hair once more at his response.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, ma’am,” he whispered.
“Good boy.”
And that’s how you found yourselves in the position you were in currently - with you sitting on his cock, rolling your hips torturously slow. Every little whine and huff of air Rhett let out caused you to clench around him. You enjoyed this. You enjoyed having your boyfriend at your mercy.
“Darlin’, I can’t- fuck- I can’t take it anymore,” he whimpered, big blue eyes looking up at you. “Use me. Use me to get off.”
You canted your hips a certain way and almost collapsed on his chest. His tip brushed against the fleshy spot inside of you and it made you impossibly wetter. Rhett moaned loudly as you picked up your pace, now bouncing in his lap. He surged forward to wrap his lips around one of your stiff nipples, suckling softly as you rode him hard.
Your fingers found their home in his hair as you pulled and jerked, moaning and panting from exertion. Your thighs burned and you were covered in a sheen of sweat but you couldn’t stop. Lewd sounds filled the room, a mixture of your moans and the creak of the mattress.
“That’s it, baby. Take it. Take what you need,” Rhett encouraged.
“I’m the one in charge here,” you said, a hint of malice in your voice. You pushed at his shoulders roughly until he was laying flat against the pillows once more, a look of slight shock spread across his face. Your hand slowly crept up his chest, resting at the base of his throat. You were giving him plenty of time to say no, to decline what you were offering. Instead, he bared his neck to you and wrapped his own hands firmly around your soft thighs.
“You look so pretty like this, Rhett. All marked up from me. You need this more than you think. Big, tough cowboy who thinks he has to be in control all the time. I’ll take care of you baby boy, I always will.” You rambled on, never slowing your pace and enjoying the way Rhett’s eyes rolled back into his skull, thrusting his hips upwards to get closer to his peak.
“Cum in me, sweet boy. Fill me up. And then, I’m gonna sit on that pretty face and you’re going to make me cum. Understand?”
“Please, please, please,” Rhett begged, the sound so beautiful to your ears.
It didn’t take long before he was coming inside you, warm release filling you full and it didn’t stop. He whimpered your name as you continued to grind against him, now leaking out of you. You stopped suddenly and pulled off, scrambling up his body to straddle his face.
He pulled you down to his mouth, tongue making immediate work on your clit. It caused you to smack your hand onto the wall and let out a scream of pure pleasure. It was filthy and hot and it had your thighs quivering in seconds. Rhett buried his face in like he was enjoying his last meal, moaning against your wet cunt enthusiastically. It took mere minutes for you to reach your climax, a sound of ecstasy escaping your throat.
You slumped forward, bracing yourself on the headboard as you moved your hips away from Rhett’s face. He had a satiated grin, mouth, and chin soaked with the mix of your releases.
“That was incredible. Really loved it when you choked me. God, that was so hot. My little dominatrix,” Rhett teased, calloused thumbs rubbing small circles across your hips.
You let out a small laugh, collapsing on the bed next to him trying to catch your breath.
“I didn’t expect to enjoy that as much as I did,” you confessed.
“Neither did I… But I had been thinking about it for a while. I knew how much you liked it when I did it to you so… I figured I’d like it too,” Rhett said a bit shyly.
“Let’s get you cleaned up… baby boy.”
A deep groan could be heard from behind you as you made your way to the bathroom. You may have just found his weakness.
#shelby’s sleepover#rhett abbott#rhett abbott x reader#rhett abbott x you#rhett abbott smut#rhett abbott fanfiction
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Hey not sure if your requests are open as I’ve had an idea based on this picture. The reader could be having an extremely stressful day and tommy comes home to find her looking out their bedroom window and he gives her a cuddle knowing it always calms her down. Or you can do whatever
Hello Chloe! Thank you so so much for sending in this beautiful photo! I hope you enjoy this (is longer than a drabble but shorter than a one shot) ☺️
🎉 I wrote this little piece to celebrate my dear Aimee @dandelionprints 100 followers congratulations darling!! You probably have more now, I’m just so glad that I found your blog here, thank you for the beautiful stories you share!
Close your eyes, make a wish
Modern Tommy Shelby x reader
This is pure fluff 🥰
Taking off the jacket of his suit, Tommy discarded it over the bed, his eyes roaming across the bedroom finding you looking outside, leaning on the window frame. His eyes stopped for a moment in the dandelion he bought for one of your anniversaries.
It was beautifully captured in a resin crystal ball, the smile you gave him when you opened his present was priceless.
In silence, he wrapped his arms around your midsection, earning a little jump of surprise to feel him suddenly.
“Is everything alright?” He asked. His breath fanning over the skin of your neck.
“Yes… it’s just a bit overwhelming with the wedding, the guest list and I don’t have a dress yet.”
His lips stopped kissing your neck, a smile replacing.
“But why are you so worried, darling?” You found his eyes looking at you in the window reflection. “I’d still marry you if you show up wearing a potato sack.”
That made you chuckle before turning around in his arms. “I know you would.”
“Then it’s all set.” Tommy winked squeezing his hands on your hips slightly while you shook your head. “No? Fair enough… as I can’t and won’t be doing the wedding planner’s job, my only suggestion is forget about the wedding for one day, Charlie’s coming tomorrow to spend the weekend with us, so why don’t we have some fun?”
“Oh! You know how to?” You joked earning an eye roll from your fiancé.
“What kind of fun?”
“Family fun, I don’t know you’re the creative one from us.” He added playfully bumping his nose with yours before pulling you to the en-suite bathroom.
****
“Hi Y/N!” Charlie shouted you from the door, a big smile decorating his face as he saw you waiting in the queue.
You waved at him and immediately felt his positive energy bring you back to life, all other worries melted away.
But his teacher made you go through a hard time when she mentioned they didn’t get a call to notify that Tommy wouldn’t pick up Charlie from school. As if they were friends.
“Is alright, Y/N and my Dad had a sleepover and-” But you covered his mouth before Charlie could continue with his explanation, while a soft blush covered your cheeks.
“I understand, let me call my fiancé.” You stated taking out your phone, flashing your engagement ring at the teacher. Your Tommy asked last minute if you could pick up his son from school.
A few minutes later, you were giving Charlie a little speech of how important safety was, and how only Grace, Tommy and sometimes you were the only ones allowed to pick him up. Kids could get tricked so easily, get taken away in a blink, besides taking care of Tommy’s son was a huge responsibility.
But Charlie, being a kid, he quickly changed the topic.
“Y/N...”
“Yes sweetheart?”
“Can we make a water balloons war for my birthday?”
“But it will be in winter, it’s going to be cold...”
“Oh.” Charlie looked down, his happy bubble was deflated.
“Unless...”
Anthony, Tommy’s new driver looked at you through the review mirror, he suddenly felt concerned. “Mr. Shelby instructed to drive you straight home.”
“We’ll be quick, I promise.”
“If I get in trouble...”
“Don’t worry Anthony, I will tell Dad it was Y/N’s idea.”
“Hey!” You protested, but then went on to tell Anthony to stop at the shopping mall. You only needed a few things.
After all Tommy asked you to think of something fun, didn’t he?
***
“Mr. Shelby, you got back earlier.” Frances frowned, but took his suit jacket from his hands.
Frowning back, Tommy stopped to look at her. “Y/N texted me, said something important came up.”
“Oh...”
Squinting his eyes at her, Tommy tilted his head confused. Why was Frances acting like that?
In a reflection, he moved his hand to the holster, to take his gun.
“You might want me to keep that one away and use this instead.” Frances explained, offering him a piece of paper and a plastic gun.
But before he could react, Tommy got a shot of water straight in the back of his head.
Time seemed to stop right there. Frances was holding her breath.
Slowly, Tommy turned around to find you pointing your water gun at him.
Even Charlie stopped laughing.
His eyes were covered by his Raybans, but you had an idea of the dead look he was giving you.
“Pum pum!” You imitated the sound of a gun. But as a mischievous smile appeared on his face, you added: “Shit... run Charlie!”
Frances was worried about the decorations, terrified of a flower vase falling to the floor, but felt more relieved when you and Charlie took the water war outside.
Tommy was used to guns, all kinds. Apart from horses, he had a massive collection of weapons, yet he had never used a water gun.
“Charlie get down!” You advised, shooting Tommy again, failing this time.
Tommy laughed, a deep and contagious sound that took him by surprise.
Charlie rolled over the grass in a very dramatic motion, as if with that Tommy wouldn’t point his weapon and shoot Charlie straight in the forehead.
“Hey that's not fair, he’s only a child!” You scolded him coming from behind a tree.
But it was a mistake, because Tommy took the chance to shoot you straight at breasts-level. Now you had two wet circles that made your bra visible.
Making a face and giving him a dead stare, you asked him; “Are you kidding me?”
“You are the one who came up with the idea, love.” Tommy winked at you and for the first time in a very long time, you noticed he was having fun.
“Yes you need to relax.” Splash. “Urgently.” Splash.
In response you shot him straight in the face.
Taking his handkerchief from his pocket, Tommy stared into your eyes intensely.
“You know you’re going to pay for this later right?”
Biting your lower lip, you nodded. Excitement running to the spot between your legs.
Heart beating fast, happiness pouring, deep laughs was all could be seen right there in that moment. Even Cyril joined the outside fun at some point, but soon he preferred a quiet time and went to rest under a tree.
“All against Charlie!” You shouted directing the water gun to Charlie’s back.
The kid squealed in delight and ran off to hide behind his father’s car.
Tommy stared at the scene before him, how did he become so damn lucky?
Charlie would spend the entire weekend with the two of you, so you would be able to enjoy some time together, and with you hanging around, Charlie surely would be having a good time granted.
After calling for a truce because he was really tired, so the three of you went to sit on the picnic blanket Frances set up thinking Mr. Shelby would want some rest, she really thought of everything; setting a jar of cold lemonade, sandwiches and some cookies. She knew listening to Mr. Shelby laugh was one of those very rare moments that doesn’t happen everyday, so she thought of prolonging it as much as possible.
As spring started to blossom, the flowers around Arrow House got impossibly gorgeous, the clean fresh air from the country house combined to the incredible weather relaxed her.
You needed this, after so many days planning, worrying, you couldn’t take it anymore.
“I don’t know how you will be able to make me move from here.” Tommy joked too content resting his head on your lap.
“We can camp out!” Charlie proposed.
“I can get a snake bite here.” You made a terrified face to Charlie.
The kid chuckled, dimples showing just like his father’s. “There are no snakes around Y/N and if they are, Dad can defend you.”
You chuckled. Starting to run your fingers through Tommy’s hair, the longer parts at the top anyways.
Opening one of his eyes, Tommy found a dandelion right next to his body. Taking it into his hand carefully he placed it in front of your face.
“Make a wish.” Tommy requested.
“Do you remember?” Your face was full of surprise.
“Of course I do, that’s how I got you to accept be my woman. I wished for it.”
Closing your eyes momentarily, you remembered the afternoon when Tommy asked you to be his girlfriend, he showed a dandelion and said he made a wish, he wanted to get to spend the rest of his days with you.
“Should we make a wish?” Tommy proposed.
Wrapping a hand around the one in which he was holding the dandelion, you and Tommy blew watching the small piece flying away.
“Charlie I want to ask you something really important.”
That caught the Shelby’s attention. Both father and son looked at you intensely.
“You know how I don’t have anyone to walk me down the aisle… would you like to give me away to your father?” You tried to fight the lump that had created in your throat.
Tommy held his breath, he didn’t expect it, but deep down he knew how much it would mean to you.
As seconds passed by, Charlie’s smile grew bigger until he threw himself into your arms squealing a loud yes!
“This is the bestest day ever!” Charlie beamed, wrapping his arms around each other, bringing their heads together. “Do I get to wear a tux just like Dad?”
But he couldn’t wait for a answer and immediately took off running telling Cyril what you just asked him.
You looked at Tommy touched by his son’s words.
Knowing that Charlie was a happy kid was all your fiancé wanted.
“Can I ask what your wish was?” You asked resting your head on his shoulder.
“This.”
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A/N ☺️ thank you for reading! I hope you liked it 💕
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Midnight in México
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Cw:daydrinking, mentions of sex
“Isn’t it a bit early to be drinking, love?” he asks when he caught his wife drinking the tiny bottle of tequila she’d bought for the occasion.
Tommy had assumed she would wait until tonight, when he’d splurge and have all of Small Heath drink with her to celebrate and then celebrate some more with the house all to themselves.
He makes a note to look into a nice house for them, he’s got his eye on the manor in Arrow Village. A great big house you could get lost in with enough gardens to need a map for.
Arrow House, even the name sounded perfect.
“It’s midnight in Mexico. You should be thankful I didn’t do the grito.” She said giving him a taste of her tequila in his kiss good morning as he pushed her back to the cabinets she’d just shut.
Tommy chased the taste of the bitter clear liquid and calculated how much time they had before everyone came down for breakfast. “Is there another way to celebrate your country’s Independence Day, Evie?”
“Yeah, lotta babies born in June. Between the parties and the drinking, good fucking is expected.” She murmured as he kissed her again, letting his hands wander from her waist to her hips just as his witch got the memo and wrapped her long legs around his waist.
“Got an hour before anyone comes down, love. If you’re quiet, I could make you a mummy by our next anniversary.” Tommy nibbled on her earlobe, and she giggled. He hadn’t heard any footsteps and yet that giggle told him he’d have to wait to fuck his wife.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Tommy! I should box your ears for this, what if it had been Finn?” Polly doesn’t hesitate to pull his ear like when he was a boy and he’d ruin her dates.
“Finn had a sleepover at John’s, I’m not stupid, Pol.” He points and gently lowers Eva with a disappointed sigh while Polly pours water into her favorite kettle.
“I know, Tom. But I’d like to have breakfast one of these days without the kitchen reeking of sex. Buy her a house already, or better yet, buy me one.” The older witch says as if she knew the surprise he had for her.
Tommy has no fucking clue as how he managed to keep his foray into real estate a secret from the two witches in his life, but he’s keeping his mouth shut until Polly’s next birthday. Won’t be ready until then, anyways.
“With such little privacy, I wonder how John and Martha managed to bring four children into the world.” Eva clears her throat as she got herself looking as perfect as always.
“I could show you if you like, Mrs. Shelby.” Tommy suggested with a wink while his aunt’s back was turned to them.
“Tom, don’t make me waste the water on you.” Polly warned holding the kettle for emphasis.
#eva smith shelby#tommy shelby x oc#thomas shelby x oc#you read me poetry while i wash the dishes#tommy x eva
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the interactions between fwhip and shelby this episode are too funny. shelby is freaking out because an otherworldly voice is yelling at her and fwhip has no idea what she is talking about. he does not hear a thing. he came over for a sleepover and had to leave early because he was uncomfortable
#empires smp#empires season 2#fwhip#shubble#imm posting so much tonight#shelbys new episode is SO good
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chopper and shelby would throw the coziest sleepovers i bet
#would this crossover be called ‘one time’?#or would it be smthn like ‘adventure piece’?#tony tony chopper#tony chopper#chopper#op chopper#peppermint butler#pb#shelby#shelby the worm#shelby the worm that lives in jake’s viola#adventure time#one piece#op#crossover#rebelliousdandy
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hi hi hello
i saw your headcanon post and wondered if you have more? (about nature wives btw)
ask and you shall receive!
-tortoise doesn’t really like anyone else but shelby at first but he gets really attached to katherine
-if you’ve read my fic “a very long night” you might remember how katherine’s curse turned her hand dead and numb. after it happened, kath starts wearing gloves to hide her cursed hand, but she takes them off around people she trusts (aka shelby)
-kath teaches shelby to dance
-skulkby (skulked shelby) is used to intimidating and scaring everyone away. the only person this doesn’t work against is katherine and it very much confuses her
-adding onto the last one, shulkby is all like idk really creepy shit and kath just does not care because that is her best friend right there and she’s not just gonna leave her like this and skulby is like ??? because she’s not used to being cared for
-dunno if i alr said this or not, but katherine embroidered the little flowers on shelby’s overalls and hat because she thought they’d look cute
-kath’s favorite thing is to pick shelby up and spin her around
-once when kath was monster hunting she got hurt very badly and shelby’s empire was the closest, so that’s were she went and found out that shelby is really good at stitching up wounds or whatever
-and now whenever she’s monster hunting and close to the evermoore (or if she just misses shelby) she’ll stop by with whatever excuse and shelby never complains because she’s usually pretty bored anyway and it gives her an excuse to take a break from whatever she’s doing
-also shelby is regularly up really late at night doing literally anything. maybe she’s studying for a test, maybe she’s rushing on an assignment she forgot about until the night before the due date, or maybe she has nothing to do so she busies herself with stupid shit like randomly deciding to build a mini house for tortoise or learning to bake or reorganizing her entire room. whatever it is, it’s usually not sleeping
-they go on little picnic dates
-remember when i said they’re each other’s first best friends? so like they both never really had a lot of friends as kids and they probably missed out on a lot of the kind of fun things you do as kids with your friends. yk, sleepovers, pillow fights, makeovers, late night talks, and whatever you do as stupid kids idk i didn’t have friends either
-so obviously they do all of it together. kath comes to shelby’s house with popcorn or whatever and they do each other’s makeup and laugh at stupid shit until the sun comes up and it’s super silly
-kath prefers reading shelby’s books because she likes seeing the little doodles and colorful annotations shelby puts in the margins
-shelby, being a witch, was one of the only people who didn’t shy away upon hearing about katherine’s curse when they first met and it didn’t seem like a big deal to her at the time but kath nearly cried right then and there
-katherine’s parents are probably really strict so they do the little cliché thing where shelby’s throwing rocks at kath’s window to get her attention and they run off together in the forest at night
-i’ve heard this one a couple times before, but kath is scared of heights and is super scared of riding with shelby is her broom at first. shelby lightly teases her about it and finds it so so cute
-in my last headcanon post i said before they started dating kath kept accidentally making shelby flustered and didn’t realize. i think after they started dating shelby starts making katherine flustered more with little surprises and sweet words and surprise kisses and it’s super sweet
-kath’s curse is easier to manage on some days and harder to manage on others and on the really bad days she asks shelby to come over so she’ll bring tortoise and make them tea and let kath lay her head on her lap and hold tortoise (because according to shelby cuddles with tortoise makes everything better) and they’ll just chill together and maybe watch a movie or read a book or whatever
-katherine talks pretty much nonstop about literally anything and shelby’s favorite sound in the world is her voice
-remember the sleepover thing ok so whenever kath sleeps over at shelby’s house she takes shelby’s sweaters because they’re warm and comfy and smell like her
i think i have a couple more of these so lmk if y’all want another headcanon post like this
#nature wives#empires smp#empires shubble#empiresblr#empires smp season 2#empires fanfic#empires s2#esmp 2#shelby shubble#katherine elizabeth#empires katherine#empires shelby
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≡s2ғᴍ's ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ
Authors Notes:
discontinued = I no longer write for
s = smut, f = fluff, a = angst, hc = headcanons
Find the masterlist here
ʜᴀʀʀʏ ᴋɪʀᴛᴏɴ
Finn Shelby (2018-2019) - discontinued
Moving In With Finn - f, hc
Dancing - f
Fight - f
Naps - hc
Safe Place - f
Sleepover - f, mentions of s
Time - f?
Peace - f
Cheat 1, 2 - a
Break Up, Make Up - a, f
Late Night Visits - f
Curves - hc
Early - f
Finn Meeting Your Parents - hc
Metal Work - f
Eddie (2018) - discontinued
College - hc
Forgiveness - a, f
The Girl On The Wall - f
All Shelby (2018-2019) - discontinued
Roadtrip With The Shelbys - hc
ᴡ2s (2020) - ᴅɪsᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇᴅ
Smitten - minor s
Childish - f
Safe Space - f
ᴄᴀʟғʀᴇᴇᴢʏ (2020) - ᴅɪsᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇᴅ
Chasing Cars - f, a
ʙᴇʜᴢɪɴɢᴀ (2020) - ᴅɪsᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇᴅ
Cheeky - minor s
ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴄʟᴏᴠᴇʀ (2021) - ᴅɪsᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇᴅ
Zora Ideale
50 Shades Of My Own Blood - f
ʜᴀɪᴋʏᴜᴜ (2021)
Kuroo Tetsurou
I Can’t Handle Change - a
ᴛᴏᴋʏᴏ ʀᴇᴠᴇɴɢᴇʀs (2022-)
Sano Manjiro
Still Here - a, f, mentions of s
Refuge - a, f
Dirty Little Secret - s
Michelle - s, discontinued
ʙᴛs (2022)
Min Yoongi
The Quiet Personality Of Y/n - s
ᴀᴛᴇᴇᴢ (2023)
Song Mingi
Cock Block - s
22:30|places to be [Mingi] - s
01:32|cock block [Mingi] - s
23:30|lipstick [Mingi] - f/s
22:13|chest to chest [Mingi] - s
ʜɪɢʜ&ʟᴏᴡ
Skin contact [Murayama] - f
Handcuffs [Yuken, Cobra, Tsukasa] - s
22:30|spooning [Yuken] - s
ᴀᴛᴇᴇᴢ
22:30|places to be [Mingi] - s
01:32|cock block [Mingi] - s
23:10|messy mouths [Seonghwa] - s
23:30|lipstick [Mingi] - f/s
22:13|chest to chest [Mingi] - s
#high&low#murayama x reader#murayama yoshiki#murayama yoshiki x reader#highandlow#peaky blinders#finn shelby#finn shelby imagine#wroetoshaw#calfreezy#w2s x reader#calfreezy x reader#behzinga x reader#behzinga#sidemen x reader#sidemen#black clover x reader#zora ideale x reader#kuroo tetsuro x reader#draco malfoy x reader#min yoongi x reader#min yoongi#tokyo rev x reader#tokyo rev#tokyo revengers#manjiro sano x reader#masterlist#≡blog information#ateez x reader#ateez
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