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Look at you, so desperate || Thomas || 18+ || Kinktober 2022 ||
Part of my Kinktober Masterlist that you can find ~here~
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Summary:
Warnings: creampie, p in v, smut, 18+ minors DNI!
After exploring all of Allerdale Hall alone, you decided to make a trip upstairs to meet your husband in the attic. Lucille had moved out of the manor a week ago by the order of your husband. You were later told why she had left and it had taken you a couple of days to come to terms with what the two of them had been doing but you eventually came to and forgave him. He didn't want to harm you, that's why he sent Lucille away.
When you pushed open the door to the attic workshop, the scent of wood and fresh snow hit your nose and you smiled, watching as Thomas stood by an open window nursing a cup of tea. You walked over to him and wrapped your arms around his middle, your head resting on his chest as you sighed happily.
"Fun day?" Thomas whispered, his head resting against yours as his eyes still scanned over the acres of land that surrounded Allerdale.
You shook your head and looked up at him with a pout on your lips. "It would be much better if you had joined me," you whispered, feeling his arms snake around your waist, "I wish you had come along."
"My many apologies, my darling," Thomas whispered tenderly, peppering kisses on your head as his arms tightened around your waist and he held you close to him, "are you lonely?"
His hoarse voice, filling with lust and need lit a fire in your body that you had pushed away since your wedding night. "Very, husband," you whispered, your hands resting on his chest as you faced him, his oceanic blues locked onto your eyes as he studied how much your body needed him, "please, I'm so lonely."
Thomas effortlessly lifted you into his arms and descended the stairs to the master bedroom, kicking the door closed behind him and throwing you onto the bed. He skillfully helped you out of your dress, kissing every bit of flesh that was exposed to him as you leaned your head back against the pillow and sighed happily.
Thomas's kisses littered across your body as he paid attention to all of you. Making sure that every little bit of you got attention. When you were fully bare for him, you smiled at him and got onto your knees, reaching forward and unbuttoning his loose shit, pulling off his suspenders and his shirt.
Once he was bare, you began to kiss his shoulder down to his clavicle, enjoying the sight of your husband sighing contentedly and shuffling to give you more access to his body. You didn't carry on for long, though, as you allowed him to lay you down on the bed and his hands began to caress down the softness of your skin.
"Beautiful," the Baronet whispered, his thumbs running over your perked nipples as you mewled beneath him. His hand descended to your glistening folds and the Baronet swore beneath his breath as two fingers plunged into the awaiting heat of your cunt.
You moaned aloud as his fingers curled inside you, stimulating your sensitive walls as he smirked down at you, his oceanic blues practically swimming with the lust he felt for you, for his wife.
"Sweet dove," his angelic voice, now laced with lust that ignited something in your stomach, "I shall make you scream."
You preened and eagerly settled your hands on his broad shoulders as he leaned down and sealed his lips to yours, his fingers leaving you but quickly returning to guide his cock into your awaiting folds. You moaned as he sunk inside you and you felt his cock twitch against your walls as he began to shallowly thrust in and out of you.
"Thomas!" you cried out as his thrusts began to increase in speed and your eyebrows pulled together as your thoughts became consumed by thoughts of him. "Fuck!" you cried out as he thrust sharply into you and you heard him moan above you.
The Baronet reached down and cupped your breast as his thrusts increased in speed, making your vision go white as you became consumed in the pleasure that you were being given from his glorious cock. You trembled as you felt the familiar tingling of your orgasm building up and your eyebrows pulled together as you gasped, your hands flying up to his hair.
Once Thomas realised that you were close to your end, he pulled out to the tip of his cock and you whined from the loss of stimulation. The man didn't wait forever, however, as he buried himself back between your folds and his speed returned, the throbbing of your orgasm returning to you as you cried out and twisted your fingers through his curls.
"Fuck, my love," he whispered, his brow becoming damp with sweat, bliss painted so perfectly over his features that you were surprised that he was human. He looked so good, he deserved to be a sculpted figure in all his naked glory so close to the edge of orgasmic release.
You tenderly caressed his cheek as his eyes opened to take you in properly, his thrusts slowly becoming out of sync as his orgasm crept closer, spurred on by every thrust of his cock into your demanding hole.
"Cum with me," you whispered, feeling the Baronet's cock twitch inside you at the sultry way you spoke.
Thomas nodded and his hand flew down to sharply circle your clit, his teeth biting down on the skin of your clavicle, bliss washing over him as he listened to you scream with pleasure and drop over the edge into ecstasy with him whining and releasing inside of you moments later.
Slowly, Thomas pulled out of you and watched the cum ooze out of your tired cunt and he pushed it back into you as his eyes met yours, a devious smirk on his lips, "none shall be wasted."
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HBC Kinktober Bingo 2022
Bondage with Nick Fowler
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Temperature Play with Thomas Sharpe
Edging with Thor
Costume/Roleplay
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day fourteen: spanking with thomas shelby
pairing: Thomas Shelby x f!reader
word count: 699
warnings: spanking, Tommy’s condescending
a/n: I need Tommy so badly it's not fair.
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You didn’t know talking to another man would piss off Thomas Shelby so much, yet you ended up getting the scolding of a lifetime in his office. You didn't think anything of it. A man offered you a drink, and you took it. You drank, talked, and laughed as if you've known each other for ages. The man, whose name you did not know, put his hand on your waist and asked you to dance. You nodded and grabbed his hand.
Tommy had watched from across the room. He had never said anything to you, but ever since you started working for Shelby Company Limited he had taken a liking to you. He always made sure you were the most taken care of. Any request you made was approved as quickly as possible. Tommy made sure you felt right at home in his company.
Watching you dance with that man brought forth feelings that Tommy was trying to avoid. He watched as the man's hand gripped yours, and how his other fell on your waist. He paid close attention to how your body got closer to his. It made him sick.
He started towards you and interrupted the dance, “Excuse me, can I cut in?” Tommy’s gaze was sharp.
“Of course!” said the man. He knew better than to start trouble with Thomas Shelby.
Tommy took his place and leaned in to whisper into your ear. “In five minutes, meet me in my office. We have something to discuss.”
You nodded and he pulled away as the song ended. He excused himself and went off. When five minutes went by, you excused yourself from the group of ladies you were talking to. Right as you walked into the office he said “Lock the door.”
“What?”, you asked.
“Just, lock the door,” he repeated.
You did as he said and sighed, turning back to him. “Right, what is it?”
“I thought I told you not to associate with any men at the party.”
“Mr. Shelby, I didn’t know it was any of your business who I do and do not spend my time with.”
“You don’t know what kind of men they are.”
“What about the kind of man that you are? ” You raised an eyebrow.
“I beg your pardon?”
“I know the kind of man you are Mr. Thomas Shelby.” You stared him down.
“And what kind of man is that?” He sauntered over to you, getting close to your face. The air was tense. You didn’t dare respond.
He scoffed and cocked his head, “That’s enough. Over the desk.” He gestured over at the wooden fixture. When you didn’t budge he grabbed you by the arm, bent you over the desk, and lifted up your dress. He pulled down your undergarments and you felt the cool air on your skin.
“You know the kind of man I am, eh? So this won’t come as a surprise at all, now would it?”
You felt his hand slide across your ass, his palm laying flat. There was a brief moment of confusion when you didn’t feel his hand on you. You came into understanding when his hand came down, spanking you hard. Your jaw fell and you looked back at him. He made eye contact with you and spanked you again. “Now, you’re going to count for every strike.” You bit your lip and nodded. You hoped your arousal wasn’t obvious. Having your boss bend you over in this home office fulfilled a fantasy you had always had.
You counted up to 7 and your left leg kicked up. Tommy had a sick smile on his face. “Now say ‘I’m sorry Mr. Shelby.’”
You repeated, “I’m sorry, Mr. Shelby.” He hit you again.
“Now say, ‘I’m sorry for letting another man touch me.’”
He spanked you and you repeated after him, pressing your legs together. “I’m sorry for letting another man touch me.”
“Very good, love. Looks like you can follow orders.”
“Mr. Shelby, I-“ He shut you up with another hard smack.
You shouted louder, “Mr. Shelby, are you almost done? I’m starting to get… rather impatient.”
He grabbed your delicate skin, “Sweetheart, we are just getting started.
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𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐𝟑 — 𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄/𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘
✦ kinktober day 23 — temperature/vision play feat. diluc : kaeya : thoma : cyno x fem! reader | kinktober masterlist.
✦ warnings: temperature play : using their vision on you
✦ 𝐃𝐈𝐋𝐔𝐂
diluc placed his lips on your tit, his tongue repeatedly flicking against it as he felt your body writhe beneath his broad figure. He'd tease you, pull his mouth away only to hover over your trembling skin again, glancing up to meet your eyes. You tossed your head back as a result of craving him and his touch upon feeling diluc's breath tickle your skin.
next you knew he blew the cold air on your nub, smiling before pulling you closer, turning the cold breath warmer with the help of his vision. "diluc." you squirmed out, the combination of cold and hot was giving you no way to say more than simply his name. "does that feel good?" the sentence coming out with a deep groan, cock twitching in his pants.
you writhed, taking in a sharp breath while digging your fingernails into his shoulders, your entire body on fire filled with sensations deep inside of you. You closed your eyes to relax as diluc turned his tickling breath normal again, only to use his vision once more, blowing it on your erected tit. Your back arched into him, the continuous switch was turning your mind foggy, diluc could feel how excited you were just by pressing down a soft kiss on your breast, continuing his scheme.
✦ 𝐊𝐀𝐄𝐘𝐀
kaeya adored watching you tremble underneath his body, licking a straight line up your belly before blowing a stream of cool air at the wetness, paying attention to your natural responses. "how long has it been since I've been spoiling you like this?" kaeya's words laced up with desire and sinfulness, "I'm going to make it worth your while."
you arched your back off the mattress, biting down on your lip to somehow conceal your lewd moans but to no avail. Kaeya's lips trailed down your stomach until hitting your aching heat, placing open mouthed kisses on your aching folds. You winced into the room as he yet again, blew cold air on your cunt, this time even colder than before. You were certain he was using his vision again, he truly couldn't help himself sometimes.
your noises were boosting his ego by a tenfold, making him flick his cold tongue on your clit while his hands grabbed onto your thighs to hold you down. His wet muscle felt like an ice cube, wet and sloppily lapping out everything you gave him without leaving a stone unturned. Your toes curled as your thighs tightened around his head, fingers twisting into his soothing locks to keep him down. You could notice kaeya's smirk around you, with that damned infamous smile of his, a grunt leaving his lips upon feeling you shake violently against his hold.
✦ 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐀
"you better keep quiet." thoma exclaimed cheekily, running his fingers down the natural curves of your body as he pushed you against the wall behind you. His digits traced over your belly until hitting your cunt, haltering his movements on you to pull your pants down your knees. The cold air caused a shiver to run down your spine while thoma's fingers traced in between your folds.
"it's pretty cold outside, don't you think?" leaning closer to you while continuing to rub slow circles on your clit, "I might be able to do something about that." you're gasping out, feeling how his digits became warmer with every trace on your sensitive folds. The hotness on his fingers added a pleasurable feeling on your already cold body, making it somehow impossible to describe on what exactly you were experiencing right now.
your mouth parted, a sharp wince escaping past your lips as you desperately wanted to feel him more, more so, feel him inside you. The adrenaline you experienced made you pull him closer to you, taking his lips into a blissful kiss, feeling how thoma's index finger now prodded against your tight hole. You tossed your head back as he collected your essence on his finger, rubbing it around. His strong, piercing gaze never left your beautiful face as he watched you slowly succumb into the pleasure he was giving you from merely a finger.
✦ 𝐂𝐘𝐍𝐎
in cyno's eyes you were truly beautiful splayed out naked in front of his eyes, meaning there was always this primal desire deep within him of wanting to tease you all night, forcing multiple orgasms out of you until you were a sinful mess, a masterpiece. His warm, wet tongue flicked on your exposed erected nipples while his hands pranced over your body, his touches were incredibly faint, almost unable to be perceived.
"how does that feel?" he's curious, always, cyno needed to know how good he made you feel, not really as an ego boost but more so that he could continue and truly give it his all to give you pleasure beyond compare. It was when a certain idea struck his head, his digits running down your legs to cup your heat while he added a little bit of his power on them, his eyes never leaving your face to observe your expression change.
you moaned out cryingly when you felt what exactly cyno was doing yet it only spiked your desire, making you more sensitive, more desperate, the assault on your body turning you into an utter mess. You took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down as cyno flicked his fingers left n right your wet folds, the faint prickling feeling of his electro powers sending seductive shockwaves through your body. You twitched underneath him, cyno's strokes on you were reluctant at first but gradually developed into an even pace, infuriatingly skilled at that.
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Kinktober Day 18
Day Seventeen | 🌹Kinktober Masterlist🌹 | Day Nineteen
Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Reader
Rating: Explicit - 18+ Only. Any minors interacting with ANY of these Kinktober prompts will be blocked
Warnings: Masturbation; mutual masturbation; fingering; handjob; vaginal sex; unsafe sex
“Please, don’t let me interrupt.”
His tone was as calm as always, his gaze steady on yours. You suddenly found that you couldn’t move. The weight of his attention pinned you to the bed, your stomach muddling with the twin sensations of arousal and embarrassment. Why was he home? He wasn’t supposed to be for a few hours yet.
Tommy pushed off of the doorway, drifting closer to the bed. He had one hand tucked into his pocket; the other held his cigarette to his lips, the end flaring as he drew a drag.
“Go on,” He urged as he lowered his hand to gesture toward where your fingers had gone still between your legs. You swallowed thickly as Tommy came to a stop at the foot of the bed.
“You’re not supposed to be home,” You managed.
“Oh no?” His lips quirked with a small, amused smile. “I’m almost certain I’m exactly where I’m meant to be.”
He reached out, yanking the covers out of your reach before you could cover up.
“Don’t get shy on me now. You were putting on quite a show before you noticed me.”
Christ, how long had he been standing there before you noticed?
“Go on,” He repeated. “Close your eyes if it helps. Pretend I’m not here.”
“That’s sort of impossible, Thomas,” You gritted out. His lips quirked again, his long fingers twiddling his cigarette. You didn’t have to do what he told you. You could stand up, put on your robe. You could yell at him for embarrassing you.
…Or…
Tommy’s gaze lowered to your hand as you swept them over your slick opening. You drew them up against it, sighing softly as you brushed your fingers over your aching clit. You forced yourself to keep your movements up as he leaned against the bed frame, propping his arms against the metal.
“I suppose an apology is in order.”
“A-Apology?” You stuttered, your breath hitching.
“I’ve been neglecting you, haven’t I.”
There was no point in lying or pretending otherwise. Lately, Tommy had been more occupied with business than usual. It felt like you’d hardly spent any proper time with him in the last few weeks. He was either out of town doing god knows what, or he spent an hour or two with you in bed. He never woke you when he came in late. You only knew when he had been there when you rolled over to find his side of the bed mussed, with a couple of cigarette butts in the ashtray.
You gave a slow nod, and Tommy tutted sympathetically.
“You poor thing,” He murmured, rounding the bed.
“Tommy.”
“Keep going.” He ordered as your hand slowed. “Show me what you’ve wanted me to do to you.”
“I can’t.”
“Why not?”
“I don’t exactly have the same equipment.”
He smiled, huffing a warm chuckle.
“No,” He agreed, “But you have got those pretty fingers.”
“They don’t feel as good as yours.” You pouted up at him as best you could. Tommy sat on the edge of the bed beside you, stubbing out his cigarette. He reached out, trailing his fingers over your bare shoulder, chased by the brush of his lips. You swiped your fingers just a little bit harder over your tingling clit as his kisses trailed across your skin. You drew in a sharp breath as you felt the warm, wet swipe of his tongue across your nipple. You raised your hand, fisting it in his hair. You yelped as Tommy nipped roughly at the swell of your breast in turn.
“Put them in,” He grumbled.
“What?”
Tommy reached down, curling his fingers around your wrist and forcing your fingers lower. You shivered, spreading your thighs wider as his knuckles brushed your slick lips.
“Put them in,” He repeated.
“I want yours,” You whined, canting your hips up against your joined touch. Tommy turned his head, pressing his face into your neck as he guided both of your fingers together into your slick cunt. You bit your lip as you felt his hips roll, his hardening cock brushing against you.
“Tommy,” You mumbled, “You, too.”
“Me, too?” He chuckled. “You want me to spaff in my pants like a schoolboy?”
“I want you to cum with me,” You pleased, turning your head and knocking your forehead gently against his. You shifted your hips down into your hands. “Take your clothes off. I want to feel you properly.”
“You’re sounding awfully needy.”
“I’m entitled. I’ve been neglected, remember?”
“You do realize that for me to undress, I’ll need my finger back?”
You pouted at his salient point.
“I’ll manage…For a moment or two.”
Tommy huffed a soft laugh before murmuring, “Very well,” and carefully drawing away to acquiesce. You watched him as he stood, undoing the buttons on his waistcoat and shirt with meticulous slowness, then shrugged off his suspenders. You swiped your tongue across your lips as they were removed, revealing the henley beneath. His hand dropped to his pants, working slowly at the fastening, his smile widening as you groaned in frustration.
“Are you trying to torture me?” You whimpered.
“Torture seems to strong a word.”
But he took your irritation into consideration, disrobing far faster than he had just moments before. Your tongue swiped across your lips as you eyed his cock, thick and bobbing between his thighs. He climbed back onto bed beside you, sighing softly as he cuddled close against you again, his skin pressing indulgently against yours. You reached down, taking Tommy’s length in hand and pumping him gently, easing your fingers in and out of yourself at the same speed. Tommy’s hand slipped back between your legs, nudging yours away before easing two fingers into your needy pussy. You sighed softly, pressing your hips down into his touch and groaning. Tommy took advantage of the sound, slipping his tongue between your parted lips.
You shivered, running your thumb over the head of Tommy’s dick on the upstroke. He hummed, pressing into your grip encouragingly. He drew back to get a better look at your heated face, twisting and curling his fingers as your pussy throbbed greedily around him. You fisted your free hand in Tommy’s hair, dragging him down again, and whimpering as he bit your lip roughly. He growled, finally moving back, nearly out of your reach. He shifted from your grip, and you pouted up at him until he settled between your thighs, drawing his hand away as well.
“Tommy—”
“Shush.”
“But—”
“Is this enough?” He shoved his hips against yours, and your mouth fell open with a cry as he filled you. He groaned at the feeling of you adjusting to him, hardly giving either of you the chance to catch your breath before he began to pump his hips against yours. You raised your hands to run over his shoulders, drawing him down over you. Tommy’s heated grunts and sighs brushed against your cheek as his temple rested against yours.
“I missed you,” You admitted shyly. It made Tommy nearly fall out of rhythm, then plant his knees against the mattress for better purchase.
“I missed you, too, love,” He murmured against your jaw. You slid your hand into his hair, dragging his lips back down to yours for a consuming kiss. Your tongues slipped and played together messily as Tommy’s thrusts became harsher.
“Tommy,” You breathed, hips rabbiting up against his as a familiar feeling curled tighter and tighter in your lower belly. “I—Oh, god—”
Tommy hummed, encouragingly gripping your thigh and drawing it up around his hip, sinking even deeper. You came with a yelp, his name spilling from your lips as Tommy fucked you through your orgasm. He came a few moments later, his grunt punching out of his chest as his spilled into you. Tommy lowered himself atop you after a few moments, nuzzling against your neck as the two of you came down. He lifted his head after a few moments, sweeping his fingers along your forehead and giving you a good, long look.
“What is it?” You murmured.
He smiled, shaking his head.
“Thinking.”
“About what?”
“Just that I should try to come home early more often.”
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KINKTOBER DAY 3: Tommy Shelby x Degrading
Filthy
Tommy Shelby x Fem!Reader
Tags: Degrading, P in V, Unprotected Sex, Cream Pie
! Smut Warning !
There were many sides to Thomas shelby when it came to, well.. everything, but specifically sexually; and in a sense, it was rather like you held a key to each one, free to enable them whenever you wished - and honestly, you had a particularly good feeling about today.
Sat opposite the man, the opportunity sparked like fireworks, not a trace of sensibility pumping through your veins. Tommy had endured a stressful day, that much could be gathered from his expression alone, and you were beyond willing to be his outlet.
Breaking the - merely momentary - silence, you, quite amused, piped up, "I'm gonna go get a drink, you sure you don't want anything other than that cig?"
"No, I'm alright." He monotoned, barely a flicker within his face, let alone a smile - though, to be fair, that was usual.
"If you insist." You mimicked his flat tone, suppressing a slight amusement as you took to an abrupt, purposeful stance. Barely diminishing any of his office's distance, you pattered mere steps to reach Tommy. Leaning a little downward, you sealed any lingering distance, planting a sweet, soft peck to his lips before taking a swift pivot to fulfil your promise of an exit.
Without the passing of a single moment, a familiar, unyielding grasp swivelled you round, body suddenly yanked back as you slipped atop his lap. Heat flushing through your cheeks, you met the rough, callous surrounding of Tommy's hand as it splayed over the back of your neck, pulling your mouth to his.
Seizing a fists-worth of your hair, he tugged you backwards, intoxicated by the most glorious balance of passion and exasperation. Friction kindled between rubbing fabrics, kiss deepened by the sheer insatiability of your intertwining tongues.
"Off." He ordered, a thick, tension-doused breath seeping through the connection.
God, there really was such an inevitable thrill in the nature of which Tommy spat out directions - it only injected you with confidence that your assumption of how he was feeling today was correct.
Standing from your position atop his lap, you began to rid your body of its garments, parting your lips to speak, "Thought you said you were alright?"
He merely grumbled, breath flooded with vexation as he began freeing himself of all fabrics.
The pair of you soon entirely stripped of concealment, you returned to your placement upon his lap. With a deep, sultry groan, Tommy's formerly released erection eased into you, swiftly pushing inside the slickness of your hole.
He, once more, stationed a firm, rather frustrated grasp upon your hair - eyelids momentarily screwing together as he adjusted to your familiar, sodden warmth.
You passed a thick, preparatory gulp, following it with a sharp inhale, "Take it out on me."
Tommy raised a brow, rather challenging your request, his action as if to say 'Oh, really?' - well, that and the subtlety of his smirk. You met the wordless communication with the simplicity of a nod, stomach burning with anticipation as you felt his opposing hand slam against the thick, naked flesh of your hips.
"Yeah, that what you want?" He taunted, voice low and infected with its so usual graveness. Eliciting a soft, heavily pleasured waver from your lips, Tommy so abruptly planted his first thrust, pulling you against its ferocity - allowing his tip to hit, to satisfy, a phenomenal deepness. "You want me to use you, eh?"
Immoral as it sounded, this response had you rather glad to know of Tommy's stressful day. You attempted to downplay your urge to display a quite frantic nod, intensity a castaway.
"Mhm." The word transmitted through a weighty, steaming cloud of breath, your walls clenching around their fulfilment as you revelled in such a divine rhythm of bounces.
At that, Tommy so abruptly altered the position, flipping the connection to the inflaming likes of your body bent over his desk, his callous hands clutching your hips as he stood - bucking - behind.
The rocking of his pelvis furthered in potency, motions growing vigorous as his fingers prodded at your flesh with each stroke. Exasperated moans seeped through your lips as his skin slapped against yours, length mercilessly throbbing within you, perfectly tantalising your tight, sopping hole.
"That's it, take it." He spat, body performing a relentless, though desperate, collision with yours.
Speech pumping through your veins, the pulses of your clit breached a previously un-touched level, heart racing as Tommy pounded into your dripping cunt. Your bare - increasingly balmy - frame rocked against the well-polished, now disorganised, desk with the force of each thrust.
"Just a fuckin' whore, eh?" Tommy grunted, sheer gruffness overpowering his breath as the solidity of his shaft glided between your slick walls with such great ease, "A filthy fuckin' whore."
The blissful weight of rolling hips sparked an air-full of lustful expressions, soft whines merging with low groans as Tommy stretched further inside you.
"Shit, please.." You stammered, overgrown breaths shadowing your words - leaving them barely audible as you were utterly swamped by the gratification of your nude, firmly-held behind assisting the deepest reaches, jerked against each thrust.
At your plea, a low, grittily rich chuckle drifted from the mouth of the man behind you, his body looming nearer to your own as such extremely brief, sloppy kisses decorated your jaw.
"You like when I use you, hm?" He teased, "Just my whore to use, isn't that right?"
Ignited by the lustful diminishments, you couldn't at all squash your frenzied nods.
Hole beginning a pattern of convulsion, the upward slope of a release began to steepen in the very pit of your stomach.
"I'm getting close.." You announced, information only enlightening a seemingly hypnotised Tommy - his sense of self intoxicated by the way your drenched cunt squeezed his cock.
"Fuck, so am I." He returned, words breathy and loose of dignity.
Flawlessly, the pulses of his tip tantalised your own sensitivities, orgasm building to its very brink as he continued to thrust his body in rhythm with yours.
The sharpest of moans darted from your mouth, release gushing over your entirety with a force much alike a fuse going off within you.
The inexorable spasming of Tommy's shaft between your folds suddenly expanded - familiar, hot ribbons spreading through your arousal. A dense, quite stuffy exhale departed his lips as he came undone within the warmth of your twitching cunt.
Twisting your head back, your gaze caught his own, a playful, undeniably triumphant smirk on your lips, "Feel better now?"
Thank you for reading and hope you enjoyed! Please feel free to use the asks feature on my page for requests of oneshots/drabbles/blurbs etc.. would be greatly appreciated, though I will be responding to them after kinktober since i’m doing the full month! <3
#smut#smutty#oneshot#tommy shelby#thomas shelby#kinktober#peaky blinders#peaky blinders smut#tommy shelby smut#thomas shelby smut#kinktober list
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kinktober 2023 – masterlist
Won't be doing all 31 days but rather I've set an initial goal of 5 stories from the 90 prompts I've seen for this year. If I reach those, then I have up to 10 stretch goal stories that I'll see if I can finish before the end of October.
Anything I don't will still be coming at a later date 🫡
fateful favors: love bites – Robert Laing x Reader
circumstances of succumbency: bath/shower – older Magnus Martinsson x Reader
remote consults behind enemy lines: formal wear – Tom Hiddleston x Reader
friday nights & hot dates: slow & soft – James Conrad x Reader
no resistance: fingering – President Loki x Reader
stretch goals
sex pollen – Robert Laing x Reader
anonymous sex – James Conrad x Reader
breeding – Will Ransome x Reader
hunter/prey – Thomas Sharpe x Reader
thigh riding – Jonathan Pine x Reader
somnophilia
cockwarming
lingerie
against a wall
cunnilingus
#kinktober 2023#robert laing x reader#magnus martinsson x reader#tom hiddleston x reader#james conrad x reader#loki x reader#will ransome x reader#muddyorbs writes
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Masterlist: Caffiend’s Spooky As Fuck Halloween Recommendation Masterlist
Thirty-one days of Halloween horrors (and whores, I’m looking at you, Ransom!) completed! Please show our Tumblr besties the love they deserve for their hard work!
I’m gathering all my favorite spooky, sexy Halloween reads from my favorite authors here on Tumblr and AO3. All the really genius ones! In one super tasty bundle. Who loves you? Who’s your spooky Mama? Read on for Dark Loki, Dark Steve Rogers, Dark Bucky Barnes, Vampire!Loki, Cult Leader Steve Rogers, Incubus!Loki, the Winter Soldier and more.
1. Rapacity - Vampire Loki
@nildespirandum‘s genius Vampire Loki tale, sexy, scary, angsty as fuck.
2. Danse Macabre - Scary Prophet Bucky Barnes
@imanuglywombat’s terrifying and sexy Bucky and he’s not wearing anything under that robe...
3. Run Like Hell - relentless Winter Soldier
@navybrat817′s terrifying and sexy Winter Soldier tell you to run. DO IT.
4. Come One, Come All. - Dark, terrifying Loki
@lokislastlove sexy, terrifying Funhouse Loki, but it’s not fun for anyone IN his Funhouse. Except for you.
5. Proserpina - Dark, Old God Steve Rogers
@boxofbonesfic and a terrifying descent into an underground prison.
6. Glory, Amen - Old One Steve Rogers
@punemy-spotted and another terrifying descent into Old Ones best forgotten.
7. Destiny - Dark, Sexy, Sadistic Loki
@mdemontespan1667′s sexy, scary Loki. And spiders.
8. 30 Days of Debauchery - kinky sexy as fuck Lokl
@myoxisbroken’s excellent “kink a day” masterpiece
9. Rose Red All Hallow’s Eve - gritty Curtis Everett
@sweater-daddiesdumbdork’s scary-ass ride with Curtis Everett.
10. A Hex of Infinite Binding - Incubus Loki
@nildespirandum’s sexy as fuck Incubus Loki. In black. Leather. Pants.
11. One, or the Other - Sir Thomas Sharpe and Vampire Adam, OLLA
@caffiend-queen’s filthy musing of one or both of these men impregnating you.
12. Silver Exposure - Dystopian Avengers featuring Pitch Black Steve and Charcoal Grey Bucky.
@xsapphirescrollsx and her terrifying and extremely vivid tale of what happens when you fuck with time travel.
13. One Fateful Christmas - Andy Barber wants you and He Is Deeply Displeased. Also, a blizzard.
@americasass81 and her jolly little Christmas nightmare (dream come true depending on your point of view.)
14. Made For Me - Spine-tingling terror when you realize the life you planned was not the one you were going to get. Mitigating factor: lots of sex with Bucky.
@saiyanprincessswanie’s tasty, terrifying tale.
15. Honey Trap - Sweet, sexy beekeeper Steve Rogers isn’t the sweet guy everything in your little town thinks he is...
@threeminutesoflife’s dark and deliciously twisted Steve. And a toaster.
16. A Summoning From The Depths - An Incubus!Loki Story
@nildespirandum’s Kinktober offering for Incubus!Loki and Witch Nora. With bonus cloven hooves goodness.
17. Dark Commander - Scary-ass Hydra Captain America
@jtargaryen18′s brilliant tale of who Hydra’s vision of Captain America would be
18. I Dream at Night I Can Only See Your Face Roomate!Bucky Barnes
@thedarkplume’s dark, tasty tale of cupcakes and unrequited love. Be careful what you ask for...
19. Next Station - dark, ruthless Loki
@the-soulofdevil a different retelling of what should have happened with Loki on Lamentis.
20. Monstrous - deranged Vampire Loki
@maiden-of-asgard’s terrifying, half-mad Vampire Loki and the Light Elf imprisoned with him.
21. Can’t Run, Can’t Hide - terrifying Mafia!Bucky
@angrythingstarlight’s dark and sexy tale of what happens when you think you can leave Mafia Bucky.
22. Concrete Jungle Rapunzel - insidious, dark Bucky
@imanuglywombat’s stark, heartbreaking tale of what it’s like to be loved too much.
23. Landlocked - Dark Andy Barber and a Selkie
@tonarinotogepi’s tale of what happens when Dark Andy Barber captures a Selkie
24, To Love and To Hold - Sheriff Lee Bodecker and his sweet wife
@sagechanoafterdark How long can you be married to a monster like Lee Bodecker before his evil sinks into you?
25. Scare Tactics - Delicious Chris Evans distracting you.
Chris Evans, you, a spooky movie and his spectacular sexytime skills, courtesy of @jennmurawski13
26. Wilfords Demands and other Darkish!Curtis fics
@sweater-daddiesdumbdork’s sexy, scary tales of Gladiator, Impregnator Curtis Everett.
27. The Cult - Cult Leader Steve and too-trusting Bucky
@queenoftheworldisdead’s spooky tale of Cult Leader Steve wanting something Bucky has... his new wife.
28. Murder, He Wrote - sinister as fuck Ransom Drysdale
@what-is-your-plan-today’s terrifying tale of a celebrity haunted mansion and the reporter sent to cover it.
29. Perfection - emotionally torn and hot as balls Sir William Sharpe
@nildespirandum’s epic tale of pain, longing, loss, genuine terror and the power of love.
30. Wet - shamelessly delicious Jonathan Pine
@devikafernando’s decisive and shameless Jonathan Pine knows exactly how to get you wet.
31. Pain - pitch black Loki
Minnie Rose shows just how angry Loki can be after escaping the clutches of Thanos. And you’re right there to lavish the wildly complicated upon your helpless body.
#Caffiend's Supremely Spooky As Fuck Halloween Reading#Halloween scary sexy story suggestions#Dark Loki#Vampire Loki#Winter Soldier#AU Dark Bucky Barnes#Old God Steve Rogers
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prompt: Nesta meets Cassian when she was human, still engaged to Thomas, before Feyre. They start a thing and then meet each other when Feyre visit her. (smut please)
This prompt has been sitting in my ask box for over a year now, waiting for the perfect bit of inspo to hit!
Well, Happy Kinktober, friends! Because this one will be shared soon, in combination with a prompt from @moodymelanist 😏
Snippet below:
A sharp cough and kick to his ankle brought him back to the present. Azriel eyed him curiously from the chair next to Cassian, his keen expression asking a hundred questions without the man uttering a word. His shadows danced over his shoulders, a bit more chaotic that usual, and Cassian wondered if they were the reason for Az’s check-in. Nosy little bastards.
“I’m good,” he murmured, shoving his food around with his fork.
He wasn’t good, not fine at all. Sitting near Nesta and treating her like a mere acquaintance was chipping away at his sanity in a way that had his heart pounding against the inside of his chest, and Azriel didn’t seem ignorant enough for his liking.
“You don’t look well,” Feyre remarked, her blue eyes round with concern. Cassian hated all the lies he committed by omission, especially when Feyre was so open and kind with him, but what was he supposed to say?
I met your sister months ago and slept with her. I wish that was the only time, but I came back more than once before I even knew you. Never mind the times I’ve traveled alongside you and Rhys. I’ve ended up in her chambers every time, her fiance be damned.
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Hypnosis
!a series of me uploading the kinktober fics/drabbles i made years ago because i didnt back in 2020 for some fuckin reason. if these are bad/poor quality its because theyre old, and ive improved since then :)!
Moceit (Patton x Janus)
Day 5: Hypnotism
Warnings: Hypnotism, grinding
Patton tried to keep from seeming too excited, as he hummed and danced while hanging out in the kitchen.
He was baking cookies, one of the only things he could decently make (curse Thomas's poor cooking skills having an affect on him), although, anticipation coursed through his veins.
Logan had brought up something about how the dark sides seemed to have an animal traits that correlated with physical features and abilities. While Patton was unsure if this was true in Virgil's sake, as he had never seen anything even remotely animal like (other than his unnaturally sharp canines) on the man, he knew it was definitely true for Janus and Remus.
Remus had his tentacles, which he liked to flaunt. He tended to have them out constantly, whether that be to annoy his brother or to just stick himself to the ceiling, who cares.
And Janus obviously had his scales than ran down the left side of his body. They were predominately on his face, and then appeared in patches running down his torso and leg, having larger patches on his shoulder, hip, elbow, and knee.
But... they watched The Jungle Book recently, and that part with the snake hypnotizing Mowgli came up, and that's all Patton could think about.
He knew that it was silly, and that there was no scientific evidence that snakes could actually hypnotize their prey (he had asked Logan after the movie, playing it off as just being curious), but he still wanted to make sure.
So, he had asked Janus, and received the answer he didn't want to, that no, snakes can't actually hypnotize their prey.
But, that didn't mean Janus couldn't hypnotize people.
Janus had worded it vaguely, simply saying he had been interested in the workings of hypnosis, and he'd practiced some of the techniques. He mentioned that he'd been able to put himself in a few trances (usually after a particularly rough day with the light sides) but said he had never tried it out on another side before, so he was unsure if it worked on others or not.
So, he'd put Patton in a trance, and given him some triggers.
The catch was, Patton didn't know what the triggers were. Janus didn't even bother testing them after installing them, claiming he wanted to leave them "for a rainy day."
So, that led Patton to where he was now, anticipation practically eating him from the inside out, as he waited for Janus to trigger it.
Maybe he had already, and it didn't work. The whole point of this was to test whether or not he could hypnotize others.
Speaking of Janus, said side sauntered into the kitchen. His cape and hat had been discarded. It was a subtle change, but it made him look somewhat more casual. He smiled when he saw Patton was there.
"Good afternoon, Patton," Janus says, and Patton's head snaps around to look at him.
His face flushes, much to his dismay. He clears his throat, and responds "hey there, Jay!"
"What are you making, dear?" Janus asks, placing a hand on Patton's hip as he sets his head on Patton's shoulder, glancing into the oven.
"Cookies," Patton answers, trying to ignore the subtle way Janus rubbed his hips.
"Oh? Well, that's rather ironic," Janus says, and Patton raises an eyebrow, wondering briefly what Janus meant. He didn't have to think about it for long though, as Janus continued. "Those smell delicious, but I have my cookie in my arms."
Patton suddenly felt weak in the knees, as a blissful wave of nothingness crashed over him. He leaned into Janus, the deceitful side smiling. Moments later, Patton blinked, and glanced up at Janus.
"Wha-?"
"Cookie," Janus repeated, before Patton could finish, and the man's eyes rolled back into his head, his legs finally giving out on him as he fully leaned on Janus. The man's arms around his waist were the only thing keeping him upright.
Janus quickly picked Patton up, and brought him into the main room, setting Patton down on the couch. The man's head lulled to the side, before he finally snapped back to attention. His cheeks were bright red as he hesitantly met Janus's eyes. Janus was smiling sweetly at him.
"Do you like that trigger? I thought that'd be a fun one for you," he coos, cupping Patton's face. Patton leans into the touch.
"It sure is... interesting. Why 'cookie,' though?"
"Because, it's a sweet nickname for you," Janus responds, as he sits next to Patton on the couch. He pulls the moral side onto his lap, Patton blushing darker at the position. "Colour?" Janus then asks, and Patton quickly responds "green."
He then opens his mouth to say something else, but Janus mumbles "cookie," before he can. Patton's body slumps over Janus's, another wave of nothingness crashing over him. Drool pools at the corner of his mouth, some of it dripping onto Janus's neck.
Janus cringes at the feeling, but doesn't reprimand Patton for it, as it was something he couldn't exactly control.
Patton was uncomfortably hard in his jeans, loving how Janus could use his mind like a plaything. When he came to yet again, he gently grinds down against Janus's leg, letting out a shaky moan at the friction. Janus smirks at the action.
His hands plant themselves on Patton's hips, staring into the man's eyes. "Are you really this worked up already? Just from a simple trigger? My, my." Janus tuts, and Patton whines.
He can't help it! He would be lying if he said he didn't find the fact Janus could use this on him all the time hot.
"That isn't the only trigger I have installed," Janus then says, and Patton's eyes widen. This isn't? Janus has implemented others? Patton shivers in anticipation.
"Oh? Are you curious?" Janus asks, knowing full well Patton is. Patton nods eagerly, trying to resist the urge to grind against Janus again.
"Well, I guess I can't blame you," he continues, hands gently running over Patton's sides. Patton whines at the contact, before Janus captures his lips. Patton immediately moans into the kiss, a rush of pleasure overtaking him. What was happening?
He felt like he was being touched, fucked, pleasured, and Janus still just had his hands lightly running over Patton's body.
Janus smirked, as Patton connected the dots. He expected the feeling to fade shortly after, just like the nothingness did, but it didn't. Patton's hands gripped tight to Janus's shoulders, unable to keep from rolling his hips against Janus's thigh. Janus didn't try to stop him, letting Patton get himself off.
"Jay," Patton moans, as Janus kissed around his face and neck. None of them added to the feeling of pleasure he was receiving which made Patton wonder if it only happened if Janus kissed his lips.
Imagine this happening every time they kissed. The idea made Patton whine.
Janus smirks, one of his gloved hands sliding under Patton's shirt. "Yes, cookie?" Janus responds, sweetly, and Patton's head rolls to the side, Janus still guiding the man's hips with his hands.
Patton comes with a sweet moan of Janus's name, before slumping over. Janus smiles, gently rubbing Patton's back.
"How are you feeling?" Janus asks, and Patton lets out a soft laugh.
"Really good."
"Really?"
"Yeah."
Janus smiles. "I can get rid of the triggers, if you want. I know how inconvenient it would be to feel this way whenever we kissed."
"What about the 'cookie' trigger?"
Janus hummed. "Would you want to keep that?"
"Yes, please Jay."
Janus laughed softly, placing a kiss to the side of Patton's head. "Then yeah, we can keep it."
"Okay. I love you Jay."
"Love you too, Patton."
#agp kinktober 2020#kinktober 2020#me when i perpetuated the ro/re/jay/vi/lo/pat thing#i was an avid nickname user#i dont do that anymore lmaooo
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Kinktober!!!!
I’m doing my kinktober writing early! WHO WANTS TO BE TAGGED????? All works will be posted on their respected days, 1st-31st. Most will be Tom Hiddleston or his characters. There may be a Steve Rogers or Bucky Barnes fic thrown in there somewhere. Here’s my generator’s for the fics!
#smut#loki#loki smut#tom hiddleston#tom hiddleston smut#thomas sharpe#jonathan pine#adam#adam olla#only lovers left alive#prince hal#james conrad#bucky barnes#bucky barnes smut#steve rogers#steve rogers smut#kinktober#jotun loki#jotun loki smut#jonathan pine smut#thomas sharpe smut#james conrad smut#adam olla smut#fluff
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KINKtober: Day 7
I’m still not over Hiddles and his characters 😏
KINK: Corset ft. Thomas Sharpe;
As requested by: @eevee-of-rivia;
Words: 256;
Warnings: you bet it’s smut;
Adam Shape prides himself on having a quite large vocabulary. But no language from any planet possible had the right amount of words to express how he felt about the vision of you anxiously fiddling with your bottom lip between your teeth, with your hands on your hips, while wearing one of the corsets he got you.
The fabric, which Adam had called “turquoise” and which was just “green” for you, was truly exquisite. He’s never seen anything as divine as the way your hips curve out under the boning and taper in where soft silk turns into your even softer thigh.
Words could never do it justice.
So he didn’t use words. Instead within a heartbeat your hand was wound into your freely flowing hair that cascaded down your back and his tongue was used to greater things rather than only explaining how you’re the most gorgeous thing he’s ever seen in his life. From the tiny noise that you made, Adam could guess that he pulled a little too hard but he hardly cared, nothing matters except making sure that his wife knew how utterly perfect you were.
This time, he doesn’t bother to stop himself, and he’s on his knees before you could even take a proper breath, panting gently as he nipped at the soft skin of your inner thigh.
“Adam...” came your voice from above but Adam just shook his head, “Oh… Adam” you gasped again, feeling how his mouth moved towards your heated core, “Don’t you dare to stop now.”
#ficsnottragedies kinktober#kinktober 2020#kinktober 2020 drabble#thomas sharpe fanfiction#thomas sharpe fanfic#thomas sharpe fic#thomas sharpe imagine#thomas sharpe drabble#fanfiction#fanfic#fic#imagine#drabble#thomas sharpe/reader#thomas sharpe x reader#th:drabble
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Kinktober Day 15: Squirting
Brian Thomas/Hoodie X F!Reader
[Warnings: NSFT, squirting, praise, marking, if you are a minor dni]
[AN: 954 words.]
Kinktober Masterlist
“You’re being such a good girl for me,” Brian rasps in your ear as he leans over you, his lips just barely brushing against your ear as you arch your back into him, your dripping slit just begging for him to stuff you.
The head of his cock brushes against you almost teasingly, the feeling making him breathe warmly against your ear. His fingernails dig into your body as he holds your swaying hips steady. “I’ve barely even touched you,” he chuckles, his lips curling upwards into a devilish grin.
You whine quietly and melt into the sheets, your eyes begging him to bury inside of you as your heart pounds wildly in your chest.
Brian grips your hips tightly, his nails digging half moons into your skin before he slowly pushes in. Inch by inch, his thick cock slides inside of you. His veins drag against your walls, the thick heat of him spitting you open.
A soft moan leaves your throat as you push back against him, begging to be full of him. “Fuck,” you breathe out, your eyes slowly falling shut with the pleasure.
Brian chuckles before coming an inch to hilting before pulling his hips back before roughly rutting back in. The top of his cock just barely brushes your cervix.
Your breath hilts at the pleasure as your forearms fall into the bed, hands gripping at the sheets. Your chest slowly begins to heave as he stills inside of you, the feeling driving you mad. “Are you fucking with me?” You hiss as you attempt to swivel your hips back on him. “Stop being a dick and fuck me.”
Brian takes in a sharp breath before one of his hands leaves your hips. It slides up your spine, tracing you before pressing against the back of your head. He pushes you down, your ass high in the air for him, before he begins to pound into you.
Your face presses into the sheets, breathy moans leaving your lips as Brian’s thick cock fills you again and again. Your cunt constricts around him, slick drooling down your thighs as you pathetically squeeze them together in an attempt to relieve some of the pleasure building up in your lower half.
Sensing your eagerness, Brian drags his hand from your hip downwards, his body draping over yours, his chest searing against your back as his hand roughly palms your clit. Quick, merciless strokes of his calloused fingers working your clit have you begging for him to fuck you even harder.
His hips slam into you as he bites at your shoulder and mixes it with kisses, his lips leave no part of you untouched. Brian mumbles sweet nothings into your ear as he nips at your shoulders before slowly moving up to your ear. “You’re such a sweetheart,” he rasps as he feels your pussy clench around him. “Sugary cunt taking me so well.”
You mewl at those words and your own hips buck backwards to meet him. Your fingers grip into the sheets as your body heats up, warmer and warmer still. “Brian, Brian please-” you groan, your own ears listening to the symphony that is Brian’s hips slapping against yours, the sound of skin on skin sounding damn near orgasmic.
Brian bites at your ear ever so gently. “You gonna cum on my cock, pretty girl?” He huskily inquires.
“Y-Yes-!” Your eyes fly open in surprise as Brian suddenly flips you on your back. Your arms and legs spread open for him.
He wastes no time in gripping your waist, his fingers working your clit with an intensity that has you fuzzy in the head as he slips back into you. His cock drags thickly back inside of you, hilting almost instantly before he leans over you. Brian’s lips attack your jawline before moving down to your neck, little marks blossoming on your skin to tell everyone that you’re his and no one else’s. A growl escapes from the back of his throat as he does so, the possessive nature in him rearing its beautiful head.
Your hands are held above your head as his other applies heavy pressure to your clit. You squeeze your tensed thighs around his wrists, begging for release. It’s building up thickly, almost like it’s too much. Your abdomen feels heavy with pleasure and your head is swimming with lust.
Brian pounds into you as he nips at your collar bone, his thrusts growing more and more erratic by the second. “I want you to cum all over my cock,” he demands as his teeth brush over your chest. “Let it all out,” he grins.
Your body, overworked and full of pleasure, decides to do just that. Your back arches violently, form practically levitating off the bed with his cock buried deep inside of you being the only thing keeping you grounded. Bursting pleasure falls over your form in waves, a tsunami building from your fluttering cunt as you cream rings around his cock.
The pleasure bursts from your body - quite literally. Your eyes flutter open to see that liquid is pouring from you, in bursts. You’re gushing. The warmth makes you roll your eyes back and ride it out in its entirety as Brian quietly laughs against you, a handsome smile on his face as you soak him and the bed.
His brows quirk up once the last little drops leave your body. His fingers slowly release your clit, eyes looking at you with nothing but dopey amusement. “Fuck,” he grins, “wonder if I can make you do that again before I fill you up.”
Your hand wiggles free from his wrist and playfully slaps at his chest. “I’d like to see you try.”
#brian thomas x reader#brian thomas scenario#brian thomas headcanon#hoodie#hoodie x reader#hoodie smut#hoodie headcanon#creepypasta#creepypasta x reader#creepypasta smut#nsft#minors dni#nsft post#marble hornets x reader#marble hornets hoodie#marble hornets headcanons
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Kinktober Day 9: Pregnancy Sex
Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Reader
He hadn’t touched you in weeks. Months.
It was as if as soon as Polly grabbed your tit and told you you’d be having a dark haired son by Guy Fawkes Night, Tommy had taken a vow of celibacy.
It wasn’t that he didn’t love you anymore, or find you any less attractive; he held your hair back when you were sick in the mornings, hand fed you bits of fruit dipped in condensed milk that you had been craving, spent ages hugging you from behind with his hands rubbing your growing bump.
At five months pregnant, you were beginning to find the lack of intimacy extremely difficult. Once you had gotten over the worst of the morning sickness and tearfulness, your hormones were wreaking havoc on you. You had spoken to esme, who had spent a fair amount of time pregnant with John’s sprogs if she ever felt the same and she had simply smirked at you. “John gets turned on when I’m pregnant. And I can’t say I’m complaining,” she shrugged.
That night, Thomas was, of course, working in his study. You slinked in, slipping into his lap. Instantly, the glass of whiskey was down and his hand was rubbing your swollen belly. “YN, what’s wrong? Is it the baby?” He asked, looking up at you with his brows knitted together. “Should I get a doctor?” You smiled softly, putting your hand over his.
“It is something to do with that, yeah. But you don’t need to call a doctor. I don’t think he’d be able to fix what’s going on with me,” as you spoke, you ducked down to kiss at Tommy’s neck, your tongue flickering over his pulse point the way you knew sent him wild. His breath shuddered and the hand on your tummy slipped to your hip.
“YN... we can’t... it’ll hurt the baby,” he groaned lowly, though the twitching in his trousers did little to convince either of you that he wasn’t up for it.
You pulled away and looked down at him. “So that’s what this has been all about eh? I’ve been sat here flooding my knickers, wanting to jump you every time you walked in the room for five months, all because you’re scared of hurting the baby?” You grinned, kissing him gently. “Esme said it’s fine, Tom. Won’t hurt the baby unless we really overdo it,” you stroked his sharp cheekbone with your thumb, biting your lip.
Tommy shook his head fondly. “Well then, Mrs Shelby,” he grinned. “It appears I was wrong. C’mon then... let’s get you upstairs,”
“You could just fuck me in your office?” You smirked, biting your lip.
“Absolutely not. I intend to enjoy you tonight, for as long as you want,” you moaned softly, nodding eagerly.
“Come on then,” you begged, already feeling your arousal seep between your thighs. Tommy grinned, following you upstairs. As soon as the bedroom door was shut, his lips were on yours, kissing you with a heat you hadn’t felt in months. You gasped out, clutching at his hair, his neck, his arms, your entire being throbbing with need as you kissed, your breath coming in heavy pants. “Need you, Tom,” you groaned as he dragged his teeth over your throat. He grunted in response, pushing you back towards the bed, standing between your legs as he undid his waistcoat.
“Christ, YN,” he groaned. “You’ve no idea how riled up I’ve been... watching your belly grow with my baby...” your eyes fluttered shut at his words and you arched your back. “Watching your pretty tits swell with milk... shame I can’t put another baby into you... I’d happily watch you like this every day of my life...”
You whimpered, pushing your breasts into his wandering hands, biting your lip hard. “Tommy...” you sighed. “Please...” you pushed his shirt off him, yours hands rubbing over his hard chest. He rubbed your sensitive breasts and you gasped, spreading your legs wider, needing to feel him pressed between your thighs, although your growing bump made this more difficult than normal. You huffed with frustration and tommy laughed, kissing you gently.
“I bet you’re soaking,” he grinned and you moaned lewdly, already hoisting your dress up, desperate to eliminate every scrap of fabric between you and your husband. Sensing your desperation, Tommy helped, lifting your dress over your head and tossing it aside, groaning at the sight of your body in your loose underwear. “Christ,” he cursed, seeing the wet patch on the gusset of your knickers, stroking his knuckle slowly over it, circling your clit ever so lightly. You let out a little cry, already writhing. Tommy grinned and eased your knickers and stockings down as you unhooked your bra, slinging it aside. Tommy kept his eyes on you as you kneeled up, shucking off his trousers quickly, kicking them aside. “I could devour you,” he groaned. “I haven’t tasted you in so long,”
It was your turn to smirk as Tommy Shelby crumbled in front of your eyes. “Nobody’s fault but your own, tommy,” you teased. He smirked reaching a hand between you to pinch your clit. Your eyes flew open, hands gripping his biceps as you let out a little scream. “Don’t tease!” You begged and tommy tutted.
“Hypocrite,” he smirked, brushing his thumbs over your clit and nipple in tandem. You whined softly, circling your hips as you bit his shoulder and began pumping his prick. “Fucking hell...” he cursed under his breath. “YN...” he moaned, head tilting. You smirked and pushed him onto his back, biting your lip as you looked down at him. With some careful manoeuvring, you were straddling his hips, hovering above his cock. Slowly, you lowered yourself, your jaw falling open as he stretched you out. Moaning lewdly, you seated yourself fully on his cock, your innermost walls already fluttering around him as you re-familiarised yourself with him. Below you, Tommy’s eyes were locked on you as he let out a low groan. He wanted nothing more than to flip you over and pound you into the mattress, but there was still a worry in the back of his mind of hurting you or your baby. His hands roamed your thighs, your buttocks, your hips... your thickening waist, up over your swelling belly to squeeze at your nipples, making you gasp as you began rocking your hips, grinding down on him as you braced your hands on his thighs.
“Fuck... I’ve missed this,” you groaned and tommy let out a breathless laugh in agreement.
“C’mon, YN... ride my cock, love...” he coaxed and you bit your lip, leaning forward as far as you could, pressing your lips to his as you began bouncing your hips, whimpering into his mouth as you felt him stimulate you in places that hadn’t been touched in months. “So good to me, YN,” he mumbled against your mouth. “So fucking good. So beautiful like this...” you moaned out, tipping your head back as your movements became sloppy. Tommy grinned, moving to swipe his thumb over your throbbing clit. You cried out, jolting, demanding he rub your clit again and again until you were coming hard, dragging Tommy over the edge with you. He let out a harsh shout as he came, filling you up and thrusting up eagerly as your own movements slowed down.
“Christ,” you said breathlessly, dismounting him and snuggling into his side still panting as he stared at the ceiling, clearly still recovering, chest rising and falling and a thin sheen of sweat glistening on his skin. You smiled softly at him, and once you were sure you could trust your legs, you slipped from the bed to wash his seed from between your thighs and fetch some water. He sat up on his elbows, frowning.
“Where the fuck are you going?” He asked pouting. “I’m not done with you yet,”
You laughed, rolling your eyes. “I’ll only be gone a minute. Your child is currently playing football with my bladder,” you said, pulling your robe around you.
Tommy smiled softly as you pottered around to the bathroom, for the first time in a long while calm and satisfied. “Best had he only a minute, Mrs Shelby. We’ve got a lot of catching up to do,”
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Take Off Your Clothes - Thomas Shelby x Fem!Reader
Requested: No
Fandom: Peaky Blinders
Pairing: Thomas Shelby x Female Reader
Summary: “There’s nothing left to take off, Tom.”
His eyes met hers while he placed the cigarette butt on the ashtray.
“So let’s fuck.”
Warnings: Smut and swearing (NSFW/+18).
Word Count: 1519 (or so Word tells me)
Prompt from Kinktober: Striptease (even though there’s a lot more going on here)
A/N: Okay, here it is: the first fic for Kinktober. This was inspired by an ask that @blinder-secrets answered and I just couldn't get the idea out of my head - so here it is. Thanks to the anon that started it and to @blinder-secrets for let me borrow the idea. Hope you all enjoy it.
(Y/N) = Your Name | (Y/N/N) = Your Nickname
English is not my first language and this wasn’t proofread by a beta.
If you want to be tagged in my stories, just send me a message.
“Take off your clothes.”
(Y/N) looked up at him, catching his stare through the smoke. Tommy was slouching back on the couch, glass of whiskey in one hand and a cigarette on the other, the smoke rising from it surrounding him.
“Here?”
He brought the cigarette to his lips again, taking his time before speaking,
“Why not?”
It was almost dawn. The club was empty and she had just finished cleaning up the last table. Tommy had arrived a little before closing time, not having moved from his usual spot in the last hour or so as the costumers walked out to the chilly London night and (Y/N) busied herself doing her job.
Even knowing that there was nobody around, just a couple of Blinders outside the doors of the pub for protection, (Y/N) still felt unsure about his sudden request. Not that it mattered, not to him, not when he owned the place.
(Y/N) nodded, knowing better than to fight him and taking a deep breath as she took her things to the counter and quickly got back.
She sat down on the couch opposite from his, taking off her shoes and putting them aside.
“Up on the table,” he commanded when she got up.
Doing as she was told, (Y/N) climbed the small height of the center table, aware of his unwavering stare.
The apron came off first. Then, her trembling fingers started to unbutton the waistcoat. It was stupid for her to be this nervous, it wasn’t like this was the first time he saw her naked. This—whatever this was—had been going on between them for a while now. She should be used at shedding her clothes around him but, for some reason, this made her feel different, made her feel vulnerable.
As if sensing her doubts, Tommy spoke up,
“Come on, (Y/N/N), don’t be shy.”
She looked down at him while unbuttoning the dress shirt, trying to gain some sense of control, but the intensity of his stare did nothing to help her nervousness, so she looked down again.
“No, sweetheart, you know better than that. Eyes on me while you undress yourself. Come on, be a good girl for me, eh.”
Obeying his request, her eyes searched for his again. His expression hadn’t changed a bit since he entered the club. She had recognized almost instantly the tension on his shoulders and the tiredness in his eyes. Now, she could also distinguish the hunger in those blue irises as he watched with curiosity as her pants fell to the floor.
She stopped, tilting her head to the side a little, waiting for further instructions.
“Take off the rest, (Y/N/N),” he simply stated as he drank the rest of his whiskey, putting the empty glass aside.
(Y/N) bit her lower lip, taking a deep breath and trying to concentrate on making her fingers stop trembling as she undid the ties of the brassiere and not on the building arousal on the pit of her stomach making her wetter by the minute.
Tommy’s eyes wandered down her body for the first time that night, taking great interest in the way the pendant of her necklace hang between her breasts. He had given it to her for her birthday—a silver necklace with a pendant of a crescent moon and a sun.
She saw his fingers flexing as he licked his lips and it took a lot of effort for her own eyes not wander down his body, to inspect the bulge on his pants that she knew he was sporting.
The pantyhose, garters and knickers came off next and (Y/N) just stood there, completely bare before him as Tommy sized her up from head to toe.
“There’s nothing left to take off, Tom.”
His eyes met hers while he placed the cigarette butt on the ashtray.
“So let’s fuck.”
He sat up, offering his hands to her. (Y/N) accepted his help, getting down from the table to stand right between his knees.
Tommy’s hands came to rest on her hipbones, thumbs caressing the skin there as his lips brushed against the skin right under her navel. It was such a light touch, but it was enough to bring goosebumps to her skin.
He smiled at her reaction, looking up at her as his fingers traced her ribcage and up, all the way to her breasts. Tommy brushed the pad of his fingers on her already hardened nipples, making her take a sharp intake of breath at the feeling cursing trough her veins. Then, his right hand came to find the pendant resting against her sternum, intertwining his fingers with the necklace and pulling her down to kiss him.
The kiss started gentle but soon his hunger seeped into it, teeth clashing and tongues battling against each other. (Y/N) found support by resting her hands on his thighs, fingers digging into his flesh. She almost smiled when he groaned against her lips.
When they parted, Tommy reclined against the back of the couch again and said,
“Come on, sweetheart, you know what to do.”
(Y/N) climbed onto his lap, straddling his hips. Tommy’s hands immediately found her waist, pressing her down on him, making his erection evident as the wool of his pants brushed her center. She moaned, closing her eyes and making him smirk against her collarbone.
“Are you going to make a mess, (Y/N/N), huh?” His voice was hoarse, lips brushing against her ear as he made her grind against him. “Are you going to come all over my pants? Just like that, rubbing your cunt against me?”
Her brain was too overclouded with pleasure for her to form a coherent phrase so she just nodded, frantically, murmuring a chorus of “yes” as an answer, hoping that this would be enough for him.
She felt his fingers taking a hold of her hair, forcing her to look at him as he spoke again,
“Or do you want to come on my cock, huh? It’s your choice, love. You’ll only have one tonight so I’ll let you decide.”
“Tommy,” she moaned, closing her eyes, when his fingers dug into her waist, ceasing the movements and making her desperate for some kind of friction, anything to help the ache between her legs.
“Use your words, sweetheart. Which one will it be?”
“Your cock, Tommy, please. I want to feel you inside me. Need to feel you inside me.”
“You’ll work for it?”
“Yes,” she moans against his lips, “Yes.”
He chuckles at her desperation, not losing a moment before the hand on her waist slides between them to undo his pants. She lifts her hips up for him to push it down to his knees and then his hands are guiding her down his length and (Y/N) forgets how to properly breath.
Tommy doesn’t give her any time to adjust to him, working her body up and down at a pace of his liking—fast and hard, as usual. Not that she needs much adjusting, not with how wet she is because of him, for him.
She grabs the back of the couch for support only to hear his warning,
“Hold on to me, love.”
(Y/N) hadn’t even acknowledged the fact that he was still wearing all of his clothes—well, most part of them at least—and the information irritates her. She needs to feel his skin against hers, his muscles contracting under her fingertips as he moves her up and down his length and pleasure overcome them both.
The waistcoat is easy to get unbuttoned but the dress shirt proves to be a challenge and she doesn’t hesitate to tear it apart, making the buttons fly everywhere.
(Y/N) was almost expecting him to scold her, stop fucking her to punish her for her reckless behavior, but all he does is smirk at her as her fingers push the fabric down his arms until they get stuck at his elbows.
“Desperate, are we?”
She doesn’t answer him, not able to do anything but moan loudly as he lifts them both out of the couch and pins her down against the table.
His pace is punishing, they’re both sweating, the noise of skin slapping against skin and her own wetness are obscene and that only seems to get her going even more.
She brings his face to hers, kissing him desperately with the feeling of her orgasm so near.
“Tommy, please,” (Y/N) pleads against his lips.
“Please what, love?”
“Let me come. I’m so close, you feel so good.”
“Then come. Be a good girl for me and come on my cock.”
It’s all it takes for her to fall over the edge, her heels digging onto his back to bring him deeper as she screams his name, her quivering walls milking his own orgasm out of him.
“Fuck,” he groans into her ear before his lips meet hers in a searing kiss. When they part Tommy chuckles, making no move to pull out of her yet. “Maybe I should visit you more often if this is how you’re going to receive me every time.”
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Kinktober Day 1: Boot Worship
I am late! I may not be on time the whole month (or even most of it) but I’ll be doing my best for y’all! Hopefully this little entry is worth the wait for some of you!
Warnings/Tags: NSFW, Human AU, BDSM, D/s, boot worship/boot licking/boot blacking, mild degradation, leg humping, hair pulling
Pairing: Character!Thomas/Virgil
The smell of leather hit Thomas’ nose and he looked up from his desk, glancing around the office. His cock immediately took interest, and Thomas crossed his legs, trying to ignore the persistence of his libido. It was another hour until lunch break but even then, he couldn’t exactly run off to his car and masturbate. There were rules.
Suddenly two of Thomas’ coworkers stopped to chat just outside his cubicle. The shorter of the two was on his way out of the office, his jacket draped over his arm and his dress shirt sleeves pushed up to show arms tangled with tattoos. Thomas’ eyes traced his wide-legged suit pants down to the cuff; he was wearing black leather combat boots, harsh thick soles and black leather polished to a mirror shine. Thomas’ heart was in his throat when his coworker shifted and the outline of a buckle momentarily pressed into view against the expensive fabric. Without as much of a glance toward Thomas he was out the door to the elevators and Thomas was staring at the spot where he’d been until a voice shook him out of it.
“Hey Thomas! A few of us are going to that new Thai place for lunch. You want to join us?” It was Patton, one of the only workers who had been at the office longer than Thomas. His smile was warm and sweet, and he was the office dad, his cubicle absolutely covered in art and pictures of his two kids.
Thomas swallowed and smiled back, “Yeah Pat that sounds fine. Where was-”
“Oh Virgil? Took off early,” Patton said.
Just then a third coworker—Roman—breezed up to Patton’s side, “Lucky bastard’s going to Tokyo for a week on the company dime. Guess it pays to be fucking the boss.”
Patton gasped, “Roman! As if anybody would do that!”
“I mean sure he’s like five hundred years old but they make pills Patton. I’m telling you, the guy’s a dirty bottom who’ll climb on anything that can get him a promotion.”
Thomas went back to his computer then as Patton and Roman walked off together arguing the logistics of carrying on an affair with their very old very Catholic boss.
The day dragged, and Thomas’ hands were shaking by the time he got to his door, unlocking it. The lights were on and he could smell that same tang of leather in the air. Immediately his mindset switched and he kept his eyes down, putting his things away before padding into the bedroom to change. He came back out, wearing a pair of black briefs with the word SUB across the ass in purple lettering—Virgil’s favorite. The hard-earned heavy leather collar circled his neck like a hand around his throat. The coffee table had been moved to the edge of the room and Thomas went to kneel in his spot at the center of the floor where his knees had long ago worn little divots in the carpet.
Virgil let him wait another fifteen minutes until Thomas was squirming, his cock painfully hard and his knees complaining. When he emerged Thomas’ body tensed in anticipation, but he didn’t dare squirm or speak. He made no sound save for a sharp inhale as Virgil stood before him, letting the toe of one boot graze the inside of Thomas’ bare thigh, “Aren’t you the shameless whore, getting hard in the middle of the office?”
Thomas looked up and met Virgil’s gaze, seeing the amused smile on dark painted lips, “Yes Sir.”
“You did a good job on the boots yesterday,” Virgil said. “Do you think you’ve earned a reward?”
“Yes Sir,” Thomas said hopefully, “Please?”
Virgil smirked, “Alright. This will be our last day together for a while, after all. Come.”
Thomas moved in a flash, crawling closer and licked up the outer side of Virgil’s left boot. The leather was slick and the familiar taste made Thomas shudder. The earthy leather mixed with the chemical used to tan—and the oils he’d used to polish it the day before—left Thomas desperate for more as each of the eight buckles cut the taste and sensation on his tongue with cold metal. Before he could take another good taste, Virgil nudged him back. Thomas sat back on his knees and watched, waited, every nerve in his body poised for instant obedience.
Virgil walked into the small kitchen to grab a chair, returning and sitting before Thomas. He lifted one boot, gently resting it on Thomas’ shoulder. With a nod he’d set Thomas free again and lips met leather with a sweet, soft moan. Thomas traced kisses over every inch of the boot he could reach. Then he sat back a bit, steadying Virgil’s foot with his hands before dragging his tongue up the sole of the boot. Each tread tickled and Thomas groaned as he tasted Virgil’s path from home to car to office and back again. Virgil’s strong fingers in his hair, rewarding his actions with affection felt like water to a dying man in the desert.
“If you clean them up right I’ll let you cum.”
Thomas lapped eagerly at the sole, tracing between the treads and along the edge where hard sole met soft leather. When Thomas pulled back Virgil lifted his right foot only inches off of the floor. Without a second’s hesitation Thomas rolled onto his back and slid into place, the gentle weight on his tongue almost as erotic as the satisfaction of serving his Dom. When the second sole was clean, wet with Thomas’ spit, he took a breath to announce he was finished, but Virgil planted his foot in Thomas’ chest and stood up, stepping over him. The pressure made Thomas moan loudly, wishing for more but almost instantly Virgil was standing between his legs, looking down at him.
Virgil moved one boot to rest—gently—on Thomas’ hard cock, “Who does this belong to?”
“You, Sir,” Thomas breathed. “My cock is yours.”
“And who’s pussy is this?” The toe of Virgil’s boot nudged just behind Thomas’ balls.
“Your pussy, Sir. Do you want to use it?”
Virgil chuckled, “Not until the dungeon party next month. You know how I love watching you getting stretched out by all those leather daddies when you haven’t been fucked in weeks.”
Thomas whined, but as soon as Virgil patted his own thigh he was up, straddling Virgil’s foot, “Please, Sir.”
“Go on. Cum for your Sir, little bootlicker.”
Thomas rolled his hips, dragging himself against the leather, friction softened just enough by his underwear to be perfect. He stared up at Virgil and his Dom met his gaze with just enough affection that it made Thomas’ heart flutter. Of course, any attention at all from his Dom had his insides cartwheeling, but Virgil’s little smiles were extra rewarding. Thomas moaned, his cock already leaking and throbbing as Virgil stroked his hair. Then the sweet turned rough and Virgil tangled his hand in Thomas’ hair before yanking hard. It was exactly what Thomas needed, and it threw him over the edge into an impressively intense orgasm. Thomas rocked against Virgil’s leg and rode out the strongest of the sensations, left a panting mess.
When Thomas slid back onto his butt on the floor and Virgil stepped away to get him a drink, Thomas hoped he’d get to reblack those boots before Virgil left for Tokyo.
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