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mushroomseb · 3 days
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PEAKY BLINDERS 3.04
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roseheartsbiko · 3 days
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my man.
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garrison-girl-08 · 2 days
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Love, Honour, Disobey
Pairing- Thomas Shelby and Reader
Part 5- (More Here)
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Feeling your body freeze, you glanced between him and Tommy. How did he even get in here? Why had Tommy's men let him in? It was meant to be a secure hospital. No visitors, outside of Tommy's circle.
Turning to face you both, he chuckled darkly. Eyes fixed on your frame, grazing over your curves.
"My, my, the united couple, what a sight to behold," closing the distance between you both. He leant in and kissed your cheek, your skin crawling as he did.
“Mrs Shelby, as ravishing as ever," Ravishing?? You had just been fucked in the bathroom. And no doubt smelt of sex.
Taking your chin, he tilted your face from once side to the other. "Sometimes Shelby, women need putting back in their place. Would you not agree?" His voice rose an octave.
Your mouth was dry, voice stuck in the back of your throat. Oh ...how you would love to take Tommy's hat and cut him. He probably wouldn't even bleed, he was pure evil.
You were convinced.
In a swift movement, Tommy grabbed Mosely by the throat. Pinning him against the wall, his face centimetres away from Mosley.
"Keep your hands off my wife, don't look at her, don't talk to her, don't even fucking think abut her, you hear me, ey?"
"Touched a nerve, have I?" he smirked, eyes still trained on you.
“She's hard not to think about, those long lonely nights. Whilst you are tucked away in this mental hospital. Don’t worry, old chap I will pay her a visit,”
Pulling his fist back, Tommy hit Mosely full on in his face. His head bashing off the wall behind him.
“Tommy!” You screamed, shocked at his actions.
No doubt Mosley could get him arrested, with the click of a finger. As the Blinders sprang into action, it took three men to pull Tommy away.
“Tut, tut,” Mosley smirked, “Lowering yourself to violence again, Shelby. Need to work on that temper of yours,”
Taking his handkerchief from his suit pocket. Mosley dabbed his nose, “See you soon, Y/n,” he winked, his expensive shoes clicking along the corridor.
In the wake of Mosley’s visit, Tommy seemed to spiral again. Promptly discharging himself, against your wishes. He was determined to go home. Not wanting any of his associates to see him here.
He was becoming increasingly paranoid. Feeding into Mosley's theory about visiting you. Imagining him pulling up your nightie, and taking you hard. In your marital bed.
No, he had to be there. To protect you. To protect his family. Anyway he was better now, he could do without the Opium.
That’s what he had convinced himself….
“Daddy!” Your three year old Bella squealed, from her position on the floor. Sat playing with her wooden dolls house, role playing. Making cups of tea for the characters. She had such a vivid imagination.
Dropping the toys, she ran towards her father. As he bent down, you could see the emotions building in your husband.
“Come ‘ere you, I’ve missed you, Bella,”
“Me missed you, Daddy,” she clung on to his neck, while he stood with her. Walking towards Sadie, who was sat with Frances.
“Let’s say hello to Sadie, hey,” Tommy suggested, trying to put Bella down. Who blankly refused.
“Come see Dada,” Tommy tried, still holding Bella. But Sadie hid against Frances, squirming on her knee.
Hurt flashed across Tommy’s face, as you stepped in and scooped Sadie up. It was just her age, she was very attached to you. And Tommy hadn’t been around much lately.
“Where’s Thomas?” You asked Frances, hoping he wasn’t still sulking in his bedroom.
“Young Thomas is in the stables, with Uncle Charlie. Welcome home, Mr Shelby,” she greeted, looking between you both. She hadn’t been expecting Tommy, to be discharged.
Not so soon. No doubt, there was still a long road ahead for him.
"I will go and find Thomas," Tommy announced, encouraging Bella to jump down.
After a quiet family dinner, you had opted for an early night. Not that you slept, you spent the night watching Tommy. Expecting him to jump up and go looking for his stash.
Slowly letting your eyes close, you heard him mumbling. Incoherent speech, his head moving side to side.
"Never wake him up," Arthur had warned you, you had witnessed enough of Tommy's nightmares over the years. You knew it was best to leave him. Was it about France?
Pulling yourself up, you gently stroked his hand. Trying to offer comfort. When he suddenly sat bolt upright, he gripped your leg. Flailing around to grab hold of something.
“Noo," he yelled out, taking a deep inhale. Eyes shooting open, hurriedly observing the room. As if expecting someone to be there.
"Tommy, your safe," you gently soothed, placing your hand on top of his.
"Yeah, safe, it's safe," he mumbled, laying back down.
The next morning, you found your bed empty. But the pitter patter of tiny feet, could be heard in the hallway. Along with childish giggles.
"Me Daddy, me," you heard Bella plead, your son's laughter drowning out her words.
Tiptoeing from the bed in just your nightgown, you opened the door. There was Tommy, with your son and eldest daughter. Letting them climb on his back, whilst he pretended to be a horse.
Smiling to yourself, you watched the scene unfold.
"You have had a turn," young Thomas told his sister, sticking out his tongue. Holding onto his fathers shoulders. Tommy was smiling up at you, a proper smile, looking relaxed.
"Let's not argue, ey. Let your old man up, so I can kiss your mother good morning," Tommy's eyes never left yours, a deep hunger burning there.
"Urgh kissing," Thomas groaned, chasing Bella along the corridor.
Tommy's lips met yours, strong hands holding you in place. Fingers gently running across your spine, goose bumps spreading across your skin.
"Get back in that bed, Mrs Shelby," he mumbled against your lips. Wearing just his underwear and a vest.
"Tommy," you chuckled, while his lips travelled along to your neck. "The children..."
"Are fine," he answered, picking you up. "Sadie is with Frances, now get on that bed, so I can make you scream my name," he had mischief in his eyes.
"Yes sir," you answered, letting him take you.
The day passed slowly, Tommy had been in his office for the majority of the afternoon. Catching up on work, but you had convinced him to take a walk with you all. Get some fresh air.
Strolling along together, you watched your other children race ahead. Whilst Tommy pushed the pram, Sadie babbling to him.
"Where's your smiles, ey? Show Daddy your smiles?" he asked her, tickling her chubby cheeks.
Glancing across at him, you noticed his eyes were twinkling with happiness. Shoulders relaxed, genuinely smiling as he waved back at Bella, who was picking flowers. But, you knew better than anyone how good he was at masking his issues.
"I enjoyed my lay in this morning," you grinned across at him.
Teeth biting against your bottom lip. Linking your arm through his, while he steered the pram around to head back up to the house. It was beginning to rain, and the children would be getting hungry.
"Oh yeah? Well an early night could also be arranged, eh?" he winked, "Slow down Thomas, wait for us," he called, across the vast lawn.
"Taking advantage of me again?" you teased, leaning towards him.
Your heads tilting at the same time, eyes meeting, your lips were so close.
Slightly edging towards each other, ready to kiss.....
When an almighty explosion was heard. Followed by ear piercing screams, coming from your children. Shoving the pram towards you, Tommy raced off towards the house.
"Thomas! Bella! Come 'ere now," he called, racing across the grass to catch them.
Swiftly scooping them up in his arms, he ran back towards you. Following his gaze, you looked up at the house. Figuring out where the noise had come from. Tommy's car which was parked directly outside, was now engulfed in a ball of flames.
Anyone could have been stood next to the car, Tommy could have been driving the car!
There was surely only one person who would have done this....
Mosley.....
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luluartpop · 2 days
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He's a fucking handsome man!!!!🛐
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dinums · 2 days
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The Unexpected Visit
Thomas Shelby x Reader.
Summary: A Filipina woman accidentally travelled back in time. There, she began to work for the Shelbys
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"Hurry up! We're going to be late for your birthday celebration!" My best friend, Ava, shouted down the hall, prompting me to respond in the same hurried tone.
"Alright! Just give me a moment!"
I looked at myself in the mirror, feeling a sense of satisfaction as I admired my appearance. I was wearing a stylish black and white dress that fell just below my knees, with a white bow tie adorning my hair. My makeup was flawlessly done, accentuating my features.
"Shit, ang ganda ko," I murmured to myself. After securing a job as an animator and starting a new life in the United States, I was finally able to enjoy the fruits of my labor. This was where I would find happiness. Despite missing my home country, the Philippines, the familiar places there held too many painful memories that I preferred to leave behind.
Everything was supposed to go smoothly, until it didn't. From the far corner of my room, I caught a glimpse of someone—a dark figure—watching me. A chill ran down my spine, and my body instinctively went into fight-or-flight mode. Without a second thought, I fled from my room, convinced that the figure was pursuing me. It emitted a sinister laugh, filling the air with an eerie presence. Was this what my mother had warned me about?
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"Puta... tangina, tangina! Ava, where's Ava?" These thoughts raced through (Y/N)'s mind as she ran, desperately searching for her friend while panic consumed her. As she neared the stairs, she could swear that the figure was still chasing her. In her haste, she stumbled and began to fall, but just as she was about to hit the ground, a blinding light engulfed everything.
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On a quiet evening in the streets of Watery Lane, Birmingham, Thomas Shelby lay in his bed, lost in thought, cigarette in hand. Suddenly, the drawers started opening, and the air seemed to thin. The entire house shook, as if an earthquake were rocking the foundations. Thomas swiftly grabbed his gun, prepared to confront any potential enemy lurking in the darkness of the night. It felt as if the very earth were tearing apart at the seams. He was about to call for his family when a brilliant flash of white light blinded him, causing him to shield his eyes and turn away.
A loud crash followed, accompanied by the sound of a woman's voice. Thomas, now disoriented, cautiously approached the source of the disturbance, gun still aimed at the woman who had appeared in his home. She seemed panicked, her eyes darting around as she struggled to get to her feet, wincing in pain. It appeared that she had injured her leg, possibly a sprain, which forced her to remain seated on the floor.
Their eyes met, and the woman's breath seemed to catch in her throat. Tears welled up in her eyes as she stared at the gun pointed at her. With trembling hands raised in self-defense, she stammered, "Who the hell are you, eh?" Thomas questioned her, raising an eyebrow in curiosity. This woman was unlike any he had encountered before.
"M-me? (Y/N), my name... (Y/N). Please, can you... I don't... the..." Her words faltered as Thomas took a step closer, the gun still pointed at her. Overwhelmed, she broke down, crouching on the floor, averting her gaze. If she were to die, she would rather not see it coming.
As the door opened, she looked up and saw a woman and two other men entering. When her eyes met theirs and then returned to Thomas, the woman spoke up, moving to disarm him.
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"Jesus, Tom! What are you doing to this poor lady?!" I heard the woman exclaim after the gun was taken away from him. I let out a sigh of relief. Tom, as the man was called, pinched the bridge of his nose, exasperated. The two other men seemed to be stifling their laughter, although it was difficult to discern as everything started to blur, as if the room were spinning.
When I regained consciousness, I found myself in bed, still in the same room as before—at least from what I could remember. As I surveyed my surroundings, I realized I was still wearing the dress, although the bows in my hair were gone. When I attempted to get up, the door opened, revealing the woman from earlier. In her right hand, she carried a tray with tea.
"Don't. You'll hurt yourself," she cautioned, pointing at my ankle. I nodded, and asked, "Can you tell me where I am...? Can I go home? Please..."
"You're in Small Heath. Thomas said you appeared out of thin air. How did that happen?" she responded.
"And what year is it?"
"1919."
Small Heath, in 1919? That was far away from home, possibly evenin a different era altogether. It seemed impossible for me to have traveled there in the blink of an eye, let alone through time itself. Sensing my confusion, the woman tried to reassure me. She set the tray of tea on the bedside table and introduced herself as Polly Gray. I nodded in acknowledgment and placed the cup of tea on my lap.
"You're not from around here, are you?" Polly asked, her gaze lingering on the tea leaves in my cup.
"No, I'm not," I replied. She clicked her tongue, taking the cup from me and placing it back on the tray.
"Are you a Gypsy?" she inquired.
"No, I'm not," I repeated. I was starting to feel a glimmer of hope that Polly might be able to help me find my way back home. However, instead of directly answering my question, she posed one of her own.
"Can you read? Are you good with numbers?"
"I can read and do math. Why?"
"If you're going to stay here, you might as well work for us," Polly suggested, her tone implying that she had more to say on the matter.
"Why do you want to help me?" I asked but only got silence in return. The unexpected turn of events had left me bewildered, but I knew I had to gather my wits and adapt to this new reality. Working for Polly and her associates seemed like the only option available to me at the moment. Maybe, just maybe, they could provide me with the answers I sought and help me find a way back home.
"I'll work for you"
"Good."
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It had been precisely one month and four days since I had become a part of the Shelby family. Despite initial reservations and a sense of distrust, Polly graciously took me under her wing. The other members of the family had an unspoken understanding not to pry into certain events that were yet to happen in their lives, acknowledging that I possessed knowledge of the future. However, that didn't stop some of them, particularly Finn, from asking what it was like. It was a joy to share stories with the young boy, and I was grateful that they kept my arrival in Small Heath a secret, creating a story on how I got up here, to not make the townsfolk ask questions, but then again who would ask the Shelby family questions?
In the present moment, I found myself inside the bustling betting shop, surrounded by a lively crowd. My responsibilities included tallying numbers, verifying receipts, and handling money and the transactions that came with it. The work was demanding, but it provided me with a sense of purpose, a distraction.
Across the room, John stood by the blackboard, inscribing odds while announcing them loudly for all to hear. Meanwhile, Arthur and Thomas had stepped out for a while, leaving Polly and me to manage the shop, with Ada looking after Finn.
"Mas maganda siguro kung animator nalang ako... or if I had a calculator here," I mused to myself, finishing up the last part of my work and giggling at the thought.
"A calculator? What's that?" I heard John's familiar voice as he approached me, a toothpick dangling from his mouth.
"It's- er, a device that helps you with calculations—counting, subtracting, multiplying, and even dividing numbers," I explained.
"Even the big ones?" John asked, curiosity evident in his eyes.
"Even the big ones," I confirmed, a hint of amusement in my voice.
Our conversation was abruptly interrupted when a bloodied Arthur burst into the shop, sending panic through the air. Everyone was ordered to leave, and Polly swiftly took charge, guiding Arthur to the house connected to the betting shop. Ada and John exchanged concerned glances, and I hurriedly joined them, mindful of my sprained ankle. I grabbed a clean cloth to help with Arthur's wounds, while Ada rushed to fetch a bucket of water.
Word seemed to spread quickly, and soon Thomas barged into the house, a bottle of alcohol in hand. He took the cloth from me, and I sat there, observing the scene. Conversations and typical sibling banter filled the air as Arthur and Ada exchanged words, while John and I simply watched them. Arthur began to explain how Inspector Campbell had asked him to assist with a robbery, recounting the encounter. Lost in my own thoughts, I couldn't help but voice my concerns.
"Will you help him? I mean, I wouldn't want to even think of helping a man who beat and bruised me... but..." I trailed off, realizing that all eyes were on me.
"Sorry, please continue," I quickly added.
"We don't help coppers," John stated firmly beside me.
Arthur continued, "He knew all about our war record... said we were patriots like him. I told him we'd take a family meeting and vote."
Knowing this was turning into Family business, I quietly saw myself out, going back to the betting shop to try and do extra work to keep myself busy. Despite the trust I had gained from the family, I understood that certain matters were their own to handle. It was their business, and I respected their boundaries.
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My mind couldn't seem to shake off the lingering thoughts from our conversation. It had been a good thirty minutes, yet I couldn't help but wonder if the Shelby family would truly help that man with the robbery. After all, how could they trust someone who had beaten one of their own? The situation seemed precarious at best.
"Sana talaga bumalik na ako. Mas masaya siguro ako kung animator na lang ako... please, Lord, babait na ako kung ibabalik niyo lang ako..." I quietly murmured to myself, longing for the familiarity of my previous life.
"What are you blabbering about, eh?" a gruff voice interrupted my thoughts. I looked up to find Thomas standing before me, a quizzical expression on his face. I raised an eyebrow at him, which seemed to amuse him.
"You haven't apologized since the first time we met," I said, a hint of amusement in my voice.
"And you haven't told me what you said," he replied, curiosity piqued.
"It was a curse. I was cursing you to make a bad decision for pointing a gun at me," I snickered.
A moment of silence passed between us before we both chuckled. "So maybe it isn’t a curse... I was actually wishing to go back home. I even asked the Lord. I told Him that if He took me back, I would be nicer. I just think it would be nice if I could work as an animator. After all, I studied to become one after everything," I confessed, grateful for the Shelby family for taking me in and caring for me in their own ways.
To my surprise, Arthur and I discovered a shared love for drawing. It became apparent when he noticed me doodling one day, and he revealed that he used to love drawing horses. We began to draw together from time to time, he even thought me a few things or so.
Thomas, on the other hand, was more reserved. We didn't have much in common, but whenever I spoke in my native language, he would ask questions about its meaning. He also showed patience when I acted differently, allowing me to talk to him in a more casual manner over time.
John, being closer to my age, was a friendly presence. He had a boisterous personality, and I appreciated having someone to distract me from the noises in my head, a breath of fresh air in this intense environment.
Ada was easy to get along with. She lent me some of her clothing and was always open to conversation. She reminded me of my friends back home, particularly Ava.
Polly and I had a relationship reminiscent of the one I shared with my mother. At first, it felt like walking on thin air, but as I diligently carried out my duties and refrained from meddling in their affairs, she began to open up. She treated me like her own, and when I mentioned the similarities between her tea leaf reading and the practices of lbularyos or witch doctors, she encouraged me to share more.
And now, here I sat with Thomas Shelby himself. Thomas, who stayed quiet for most parts. His presence made me feel like I should continue talking.
"You lot can speak a different language too, right? Maybe you can teach me so that when I go back, I can make an impression, hm?" I suggested, which made him quirk a brow
"Then you'll have to teach me yours too, so it'll be fair, eh?" he replied with a smile and a shake of his head. Jackpot.
"Sure. Speaking of learning, do you know how I got good with numbers?" I asked, looking at him intently. It was just the two of us in the betting shop now, giving me the freedom to share. He then sat down next to me. Taking his gesture as an invitation to keep talking, I continued.
"When I was seven years old, my parents enrolled me in a program, a math center. It took me eight years to complete the whole program!" I explained, shivering at the memories.
"You didn't go to school?" he inquired.
"Oh, I did. I attended school while also studying math at that center. By the time I was sixteen, I was juggling school subjects like statistics, probabilities, and calculus, along with history lessons about my country... all that stuff. Later on, I learned animation, which gave me something to do, something I enjoyed."
"What do you do in animation?" Thomas asked, my face seemed to look very excited as i moved my chair closer to him, as if it wod be easy for him to be absorbing the knowledge I was about to share.
"Well," I began, a smile playing on my lips, "I draw illustrations, frame by frame. Basically, you see this?" I gestured, moving my hand as if I'm waving. He nodded in response as If my gesture wasn't obvious. "I draw something like that, people in motion, you know, like those pictures Ada goes to see. But Instead of people, its drawings. That was my job."
"And you can't do that now?" Thomas questioned, curiosity evident in his voice.
"Well...its easier to do it digitally," I explained, trying to find the right words to describe the concept, I used my hands, waving them in the air as if it would help the situation. Seeing his puzzled expression, I sighed and admitted defeat. "You know... its like this technology. It's hard to explain, to be honest. It's giving me a headache just thinking about it."
Thomas nodded, tilting his head slightly to indicate that he had listened to my explanation. After awhile more, we both stood up
"I've go to go, somewhere I need to be"
"Oh? Did my curse work? You're off to make a bad decision?" I joked which earned me another smile and a shake of his head.
"Maybe tomorrow, Do you drink?"
"That depends, is there an occasion?" I asked,walking over to the window, there I realised it was already dark, we've talked throughout the afternoon.
"Just come, eh?"
"Ask me again next time and I'll agree, if we spend too much time your ears might bleed."
"Next time then."
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She stayed in Thomas' room during her stay, a decision made by the family. As she headed upstairs, she spotted Polly taking care of Finn. Pausing in her task, Polly spoke up.
"Need any help?"
"No, just check on Ada for me, thank you, love," she replied, and I agreed to do so.
"Alright, goodnight, Pol."
"Goodnight, love."
Making my way upstairs, I found Ada in her room.
"Are you going to sleep? Pol asked me to check up on you," I asked, and she yawned and nodded, pushing me towards Thomas' room.
"Yeah, off to bed. You too. I can manage myself. Goodnight, (Y/N)!"
"Oh, goodnight Ada," I said before she shut the door, leaving me with confused, what are you up to Ada? I walked to the bed and crawled under the covers, ready to sleep.
As I drifted off, I couldn't help but utter a quiet gratitude, "Thank you, po," to no one in particular.
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"Pol, do you know anyone who might know a way for me to get back? I think I'm losing hope already," I asked Polly, seeking some answers. It had been quite a hectic week word of mouth saying Thomas shooting someone, Mr. Campbell raiding homes of communists, Ada's pregnancy, and Thomas picking a fight with the Lee family.
"Oh, love. Just a little longer, hm? You'll go back. I'm sure of it," Polly said, her words providing temporary comfort. I had grown attached to the Shelby family, and the thought of leaving without knowing their fate weighed heavily on my mind.
"You know, Poll, I'm scared. If I do leave, then what about you guys? I won't ever get to see you all again... I won't know how you guys are doing unless I can read it from history books. I won't know how to help," I confessed, my voice filled with concern.
She took my hand in hers, offering reassurance. "Don't worry, love. Just give us a proper goodbye, and we'll be fine, alright?"
"I'll miss you if I do go," I admitted, a touch of sadness in my voice.
"We'll miss you too," she replied, understanding my worries.
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That night, I decided to stay up late. I sat in the kitchen, working on a few doodles on a piece of paper. I drew frogs, horses, Polly, Ada, and Finn. The door swung open, revealing a drenched Thomas holding a bottle of whiskey.
"Woah," I exclaimed, surprised by his sudden entrance.
"A drink?" he offered, though his tone felt more like an order than an invitation. Remembering my promise, I grabbed two glasses and placed them on the table as he poured a drink for both of us.
"So, rough day? What happened this time?" I asked, curious to hear the events that had happened, though by the looks of it, thos wasn't a good one.
"I shot a horse," he replied. My eyes widened, my mouth agape, silently urging him to continue.
"It looked at me the wrong way, so I..." he trailed off, the weight of his actions evident in his voice.
"I look at you the wrong way most of the time. Maybe you should've done the same to me," I mumbled, moving my chair closer to him. He sighed, taking a swig of his drink.
"Back in France, I got used to seeing men die, but I never got used to seeing horses die," he confessed, his tone filled with remorse.
I nodded, taking small sips of my whiskey. "Horses, or any animals in general, they aren't like us. When we kill, it can be for so many reasons, but they do it to survive and protect. So, it's good that you feel bad about it. It makes you human. It proves you're not what you think you are."
"What do you think I am?" he questioned, curiosity lacing his words.
"You're not that far off. You're not as cold as anyone, or even yourself, perceives you to be, and that's a good thing. So, let it all out today," I encouraged, understanding the weight of his burdens.
We fell into a comfortable silence, interrupted only by the clinking of glasses as he poured himself more whiskey. After a while, I nudged him with my glass.
"I don't drink much," I confessed, offering him my glass. He took it and drank, and eventually, he began to talk again.
"Is that Polly?" he asked, pointing at the doodle I had made of her. I nodded, pointing out the other family members as well.
"I drew the people I talked to today. I guess I should draw you too, huh?" I suggested, feeling a sense of warmth in our conversation. He shrugged, turning his chair to fully face me.
"Should I stay still, then, eh?" he asked playfully.
"Nope! I've already memorized your face by now," I replied without much thought, not realizing the subtle smirk that graced his lips as I began to sketch him.
"You know, I'm glad that it was your house I accidentally traveled to. Even though it was scary at first," I shared, stealing quick glances at his drenched face to capture the details in my sketch. "Anyways, you'll catch a cold if you stay like that. When I was a kid, my parents used to throw their slippers at me from inside while I played in the rain."
"What? Would you do that to me?" he asked, a hint of amusement in his voice.
Imagining the scenario, I burst into laughter. The image of me throwing slippers at Thomas in the rain seemed quite comical.
"I will if you let me."
"Maybe someday"
When I finished the sketch, I looked at it with satisfaction.
"Pogi," I murmured, using a Filipino term that meant "handsome." Though he didn't need to know that
"Pogi?" he repeated, looking at me curiously. I shook my head, realizing I had slipped into a different language.
"I said I was done," I clarified, handing him the paper with a smile. He took it, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
"Thank you," he whispered, barely above a breath. We both knew that those two words held multiple meanings, and despite everything, he meant them sincerely.
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The force that is Thomas Shelby
Y/N angrily paced back and forth in the dark bedroom, her plush bottom lip an angry red as she kept biting it – her trembling hands massaging her temples in vain. She knew it had been a mistake. She had always known that she would come to regret it one day. She hadn't even wanted to – but she couldn't resist the older woman. Everything she had said, every promise she had made had blinded her and convinced her to reluctantly agree. "There is worse evil out there. If you want to be protected – if you want to be safe ... then this is it. You are a beautiful young girl Y/N. And Small Heath is a cruel place for an innocent thing such as you." What could happen, right? At first she had still been scared of the male. They had never talked much – oh how she wished it had been one of the other brothers – but slowly he opened up. Bit by bit. He started talking to her more frequently. His eyes did not seem as cold anymore whenever they were directed at her. The first few weeks of their marriage he had taken it slow. He did not wish to spook her – she was such a fragile little thing. He had given her enough space to get used to Arrow House. Hadn't even touched her the first few days because of the way her whole body trembled when he tried to get close the first night. He had seemed so understanding. With each passing week – each passing day – she grew fonder of the male. And the more she showed her affection, the more the male relaxed around her – freely showing the affection and attraction he felt towards the girl. She didn't have to know that he had been intrigued ever since laying his icy eyes on her.
Y/N had just realized her growing feelings for the man a few days prior to this moment – she had been so happy and ready to embrace him with her whole being.  Walking towards his office with quiet steps and her heart beating out of her chest in the middle of the night in search of her husband she had come to a halt when she had heard his deep voice.
Curiosity and worry had etched onto her face as she listened closely. He wanted to meet up with someone. He would be waiting he had said. Grace, he had said. All kinds of thoughts clouded her mind as she quickly walked back to their room, her heart aching painfully as it anticipated the worst. Quickly climbing under the covers she closed her eyes, trying to even out her breath and pretending to sleep when she heard the door to their bedroom open.
On said day she had followed him to an apartment and watched as anoher woman walked into to building a while after him. The light of one of the rooms she could see from outside turned on and her eyes widened as she watched her husband passionately kiss the small blonde woman.
Y/N had stormed back home after witnessing her husband's infidelity. Tears streaming down her reddened cheeks while sobs racked her whole body.
She had spent a good hour crying and pacing, her eyes swollen and puffy. Her chest tight and suffocating.
She did not know what to do. Should she confront him? But what for? All she knew was that she could not stay in their home. His home. Rushing to her wardrobe she grabbed one of her bags and stuffed it with some of her necessities, her own savings and her favorite accessories. Grabbing the keys to her own small bakery – the only thing that belongs to just her – she rushed out of the room. She silently begged for Francis to be asleep, for she knew where the loyalties of the older woman lie. After checking her surroundings she rushed to the front door, grabbing her coat and her boots before stepping out of the house – and with that, she left Arrow House without looking back.
Thomas Shelby had left the apartment with a heavy feeling in his chest. The thought of your beautiful face, your kind eyes and your soft smile had plagued him throughout the night. He was surprised he pulled through with his passionate affair with Grace – but with the whiskey in his system he did not have to worry too much about consequences and repercussions. Getting out of his car the tired male walked up the stairs to his estate, guilt tearing at his insides as he opened the door. He walked straight up the stairs, coat still on as he wanted to – no needed to reach his bedroom, where he was sure his little wife would be sleeping peacefully. He opened the door as quietly as possible while removing his cap from his head. Sighing softly, he pushed the door open, his eyes immediately landing on the empty bed. He frowned as he walked into the center of the room, turning to look at every corner – until his eyes landed on the open wardrobe, taking notice of the lack of clothes and the missing duffle bag. He cursed under his breath before storming out of the bedroom. "Y/N!" He yelled as he went to open every single door, checking every guest bedroom, every bathroom and even the kitchens. "Y/N!" He yelled louder, his throat already feeling raw from the amount of force he used to shout.
He heard a door open and rushed footsteps coming towards him, causing him to quickly walk out of the kitchen in hopes of finding his wife. However, he was disappointed to see one of the maids. "Where is my wife?" He managed to grit out through his teeth.
Francis appeared right behind the younger maid and put her hand on the scared woman's shoulder. "She walked out shortly before you arrived Mr. Shelby." Although she spoke softly, her voice vibrated painfully in the man's ears. "What do you mean she walked out, eh? Why didn't you stop her?!" His voice boomed towards the end of his question, his rough hand pushing through his hair as the quickly turned around to rush out of the house. The woman's explanation could wait. He needed to find his wife first.
He had been driving for a while, his grip on his steering wheel growing tighter with each passing moment. She couldn't have gone too far. It did not make sense. The thought of his wife running away with someone else briefly passed his mind, deepening the angry frown on his face. She could never. His wife was too naïve – too pure. Yet the thought didn't leave him alone, causing him to drive faster.
He stopped a few meters away from the small shop, stepping out of the car. His steps heavy and confident as he walked towards the building. He knew she had nowhere else to go. If she did not run away with someone this is the only place she would go to in the middle of the night. His footsteps grew quicker as he noticed the faint light peeking out from behind the drawn blinds. Coming to a halt in front of the door he did not waste another second before he carefully tried to push the door open. He wasn't sure if he should be disappointed, worried or glad that Y/N had forgotten to lock the door – but that was not of importance in that moment. He pushed the door open carefully scouting the room – looking for his wife. The shop itself was clear, which meant that she had to be in the kitchen or the backroom. He closed the door quietly and locked it with the key that was on the door. Pocketing the key he walked through the shop to the backroom. He could vaguely hear sniffling coming from behind the door, which sent a pang of guilt and worry through his chest. Something must have happened. Tommy briefly wondered if she knows but it couldn't be – right?
He opened the door of the backroom and stepped inside, his sudden appearance causing her to flinch and scramble to her feet with a silent gasp. The moment her eyes met his her whole body visibly shuddered in a mix of emotions. Tommy watched his wife with a stoic face. Waiting for her to make a move. To say something. He blinked slowly as the silence between them weighed heavy and although he is a patient man it seemingly did not apply to this exact situation. "What are you doing here in the middle of the night?" He mumbled while raising his brow as he stared pointedly at her. His voice low. He watched her open and close her pretty lips, desperately trying to say something – to look for an excuse. Before she could come up with something to say he motioned to the duffle bag in the corner of the room. "What is that for?" His eyes never left her as he watched her squirm, her hand playing with the sleeve of her blouse. "Where you planning on leaving me?" He spit out as he stalked closer to her, his face muscles taut with anger. Stopping just an inch in front of her, their chests almost touching, her leaned down to whisper in her ear.  "Were you trying to leave your husband? Did you forget about your vows?"
That seemed to do the trick as the dam holding back her tears and her words burst open. She pushed him away from herself with all the strength she could muster up. "Did I forget about our vows?!" She yelled, the fear she felt seconds ago pushed to the back of her mind – letting the anger that had been boiling inside her take the upper hand. "You seem to be the one forgetting about the vows." She grit out, pushing her finger angrily into his chest. "You disrespected me as your wife!"
Tommy just stared at her blankly as she continued her rant. He did not even feel her finger stabbing him repeatedly in the chest. "I saw you with her." Her voice broke as she whispered the last bit, a sob climbing its way up her throat. "A-And I really thought that this would work." She gesticulated between them as she sobbed. "You are just as bad as I had feared. No – you are even worse than that. I trusted you –" She cried as she turned around, hiding her face in her hands as she tried to calm herself down.
The older male stared in shock – the weight of her words grounding him. The fury and disappointment he felt melting away and being replaced by heavy guilt. He had been caught. Icy blue eyes watched her shoulders tremble from the onslaught of tears and sobs wracking through her body. He thought he had been discreet. Why did he even care this much? Why did the sight of her falling apart hurt him so much? For the first time in a long time Thomas Shelby did not know what to say. Should he beg for forgiveness? Tommy never begs – his ego would never let him. Should he just walk out? He knew he couldn't nor wouldn't walk out of there alone. He realized that he needed her.
"Please – just leave Thomas. I do not want to see you again." She whimpered out as she gripped the front of her blouse in her hand.  Thomas' hand halted midair at her words. "I want a divorce. T-This is clearly not working, and I don't want to be in the way ..." She spoke more clearly this time, clearing her throat as she straightened her posture. At the mention of a divorce something snapped inside of Tommy as he turned Y/N around and pushed her against the wall, one of his hands finding her waist as the other grabbed hold of her jaw. The brunette girl yelped in pain, her trembling hands flying up to wrap around his hand on her face, clumsily trying to pry his fingers off. He pushed her face up to meet his narrowed eyes – a dangerous glint swimming in his blue orbs. The fury in his eyes sent shivers down her spine. "What did you say, wife? I think I misheard you, eh?" He mumbled loudly, his eyes narrowing as he glared at the frightened woman in front of him. Y/N just stared at him with wide eyes – a newfound fear spreading throughout her whole body, paralyzing her on the spot. "Cat got your tongue?" Tommy smirked cruelly at her. "I don't know what you claim to have seen. But no wife of mine will spew nonsense about a divorce, aye?" He breathed against her ear as he placed a soft but chilling kiss on the expensive earrings, /he had gifted her, followed by a sharp bite to hear lobe. "You'll be a good wife and come back home with me – without causing a scene. You really shouldn't throw around that word so recklessly – right? Divorce." He scoffed, his lips softly pressed against her cheek. "You can't just leave – you are my wife. You are mine." He pressed a lingering kiss to her jaw before lifting his head up, staring into her teary eyes.
"Did you really think you can leave just like that? Without saying a word? If you're so worried about your husband swaying you should take better care of him, don't you think so?" He spoke softly as the fingers on her jaw slackened, moving to softly stroke her wet cheek. He chuckled at her crestfallen face as he let go of her chin, taking a step back. His eyes still trained on her.
Thomas just stared at his wife, his eyes cold and void of any emotion. Y/N trembled slightly, still shaken from the force the man had used against her. She finally managed to look into his eyes, with her own big brown ones. Y/N was scared, in these few months of being married to him she hadn't seen his cruel side – but she had heard all the rumors about him. He was worse than the rumors.
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Peaky Blinders | 3.06
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junkokiu · 2 days
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Peaky Blinders movie confirmed, lowkey screaming-
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Would anyone be interested in a multi-part, angsty, enemies to lovers, arranged marriage fic with Tommy? I’ve written out a couple scenes that made @journalofmoonlight cry💀
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deans-queen · 2 days
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One Night Stand - (Thomas Shelby Version) 🥃💋
Paring: Thomas Shelby x Reader (Y/N)
Summary: Reader (Y/N) is one of the popular “servant” girls at the infamous Arrow House, and the leader of the Peaky Blinders, Thomas Shelby, puts in a request for her services.
Warnings: SMUT, p in v (wrap it up kids), oral (male receiving), mature and sexual language.
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It was a wild night here at the Arrow house and tons of men were grateful for your services.
You had just got done pleasuring a policeman (which they do tip very well), when you came out of the room and walked into the main area, you saw him. The infamous Thomas Shelby, the handsome leader of the Irish Gang the Peaky Blinders.
He was talking to a manager of the place, when you noticed his eyes on you.
He pointed at you and heard the manager say something.
“Yes yes, Mr. Shelby, you’ll be very impressed with Miss (Y/N’s) services, she is quite popular.”
He took a whiff of his cigarette and blew out the smoke seductively. “Perfect mate, now if you’ll excuse me.”
He walked towards you, you were leaning on the column of the wall seductively.
“Why hello Mr. Shelby. Tell me what can I do for you?”
He placed a strong hand on your waist as his ocean blue eyes looked into yours.
“So love, the manager tells me you're very popular with your clients eh?”
“Yes Mr. Shelby, I can pleasure you in the greatest of ways.”
“Is that so love?” He leaned in and whispered in your ear, “So let’s fuck?”
You could feel yourself getting wet by the second, your body craved his touch. You needed him now.
“Yes, sir.”
You took his hand and led him to the room where you pleasured your clients. It was a very nice luxurious room and it made your clients feel the most comfortable. After shutting the door, you stood before him, letting him run his eyes up and down your body.
“Now, undress for me.” He commanded, while taking off his hat and coat and his suit jacket, placing them on a chair near the bed. He placed the cigarette he had in his mouth, in an ash tray on the nightstand.
You watched his actions as you untied the silk robe from your body, letting it pool by your feet. His eyes grew wide as he looked at your lingerie set, running them up and down your body. You allowed him to get a good look at you. You could tell he liked what he saw.
It was a black lacy corset, with lacy panties to match, and some black stockings that went up to your thighs, and straps that linked up to them.
He traced his index finger along the line of your collarbone, then slowly brought it down to above your cleavage. Goosebumps formed as he touched you.
“Lay down the bed for me love.”
You laid down on the bed and Thomas crawled on top of you. He began kissing down your jawline and sucking your neck, leaving love marks along it, he took a hand and started playing with your boobs. He pulled down your corset bra, exposing your breasts. Your nipples were hard already and Thomas could tell. He took one in his hand and began massaging it
“Mr. Shelby, you’re turning me on already.”
“Please, call me Tommy.” He said breathlessly. “Your tits are so perfect, nipples nice and hard for me eh?” He sucked and flicked lightly on each nipple, causing you to moan in pleasure. Your pussy was getting soaked by the minute.
You reached at the buttons of his shirt unbuttoning each one. You admired his strong chest and his freckles, tracing each one. You reached for the belt on his pants, undoing it and pushing them down revealing his britches. You pushed them down and his cock sprang free, it was so big and thick. Your mouth was watering at the sight of it.
“Lay back Tommy, I need to taste you.”
“Yes love.” He did as he was told and you took a hold of his cock. Gliding your tongue along the slit licking the pre-cum that came out of him.
“Oh fuck, that feels so good.”
“It's about to feel even better.” You teased, and you took all of him in your mouth and began sucking him like a lollipop. He groaned and moaned in pleasure, his cock twitching in your mouth. He grabbed a fist full of your hair, and yanked it as your head bobbed up and down.
“You’re so good for me, taking my cock in your mouth like that.” He said in a husky voice. “Use that pretty little mouth, sweetheart” Groaning his head back in pleasure.
You kept going sucking and groping faster and faster until he cummed in your mouth.
“Oh fuck, love….” He breathed heavily. You swallowed every last drop of him, and he wiped some of it off your chin with his thumb, planting a kiss on your forehead.
“That’s my good girl, now lay down for me eh? Take those panties off….I need to be inside of you.” You did as you were told and spread your legs open, and he admired your glistening pussy. He teased you a bit, going in and out at first rubbing the tip on your clit. He then pushed hard inside of your walls, hitting your g-spot with ease.
“You are so tight for me love, your pussy is so perfect.”
“You feel so fucking good Tommy, keep going don't you dare stop.”
He continued to grind against you, moans filled the room and you didn't care how loud you were. You dug your nails into his back, leaving marks, you clung onto him like he was your lifeline. His strong hands gripped your waist tight as he thrusted in and out of you. Your legs were getting weak, you could feel the moment come to you.
“I’m so close, ohh my god!”
“Fuck, me too. Where do you want me to cum?”
“Inside me please, Tommy. Fill up this tight little pussy."
"Yes, sweetheart, I will." He said while growling.
And he did, as he pulled out he looked down at the glistening liquid that was coming out of your pussy. He bent down and sucked up all of your juices, as you moaned back in pleasure. After both of you came back from your orgasm highs, you laid next to each other.
“So how did you enjoy your services, Mr. Shelby?”
“I would say they were quite up to my standards.” He said. He grabbed a cigarette from his coat pocket and lit it up.
He brought it to your lips as he offered you a puff of it.
“Will I get to see you again?” You said with a hopeful tone in your voice, blowing the smoke. The aroma of smoke was filling the room.
“Yes, love you will. I’ll be back soon.” He said, and he pulled you in for another kiss.
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A Gentle Warning
Pairing - Thomas Shelby and Wife Reader
Request from @crispynutella
I’ve always wanted to read something about the reader being Tommy’s wife during the whole Grace season 1 arc. Like Grace would be trying to get closer to him but Tommy is not allowing it because he has a wife that he is head over heels for. Jealous reader but quiet version maybe?
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Feeling Tommy press a kiss to your head, you dragged your eyes away from the numbers. Offering him a smile, he was fixing his hat on top of his head. He liked it to sit just right, pulling on his leather gloves. He bent again, to press a kiss to your lips. Catching his hand, you pulled him closer.
"Bloody hell, you two are putting me off my fish paste sandwich," Arthur bellowed, with a mouthful of food. Proceeding to wipe the crumbs from his shirt, onto the floor.
"Who even eats fish paste? The war is over remember, Arthur," you teased, letting Tommy pull you to standing.
"Nothing wrong with this, Y/n. Done me no harm, growing up," he sniffed, taking a swig from his hip flask.
Slipping his office key into your pocket, Tommy brushed a loose curl from your forehead. "Can you make sure that's locked, ey?" His tongue ran across his lips, "I have a meeting at the yard, then I will meet you at The Garrison?"
Checking the time, on Tommy's pocket watch you leant against him. "I should be about an hour, I just want to double check the takings," you gestured with your eyes towards Arthur. He was taking another large swig from his flask.
"That's my girl, ey," he mused, leaning closer to your ear. "Might have something waiting for you at home,"
"Might?" you asked, face lighting up, “Like what?”
Grinning to himself, he winked while walking away. “Make sure you walk Y/n to the pub, and cut down on the booze, ey,” he warned Arthur, receiving a grumble in reply.
Watching your husband go, you felt your usual pang of worry. Plus, you knew that would only increase when you got to The Garrison. The new bloody barmaid was all over him, like a fly on shit. You could see straight through her. She wanted him. She practically drooled, when she looked at him.
“That a no, then?” You heard Arthur ask, clearly waiting for an answer.
"Hmm?" you asked, snapping out of your daydream.
"You don't want a swig?" Arthur chuckled to himself, watching you shake your head going back to work.
Reaching the pub over an hour later, you could hear the rest of the family in the snug. Grace no where to be seen. Good. There was only so much of her ogling your husband, you would accept. Arthur held open the door, for you. The whole room fell silent.
Polly and Tommy looking at you, guilt across their face.
“Don’t stop gossiping, just because we have arrived,” you joked, wondering if they had been discussing you or Arthur.
“Just business, love,” Tommy lied, patting the seat next to him. Polly shook her head, lighting a cigarette. You could practically see the anger, oozing out of her. What had Tommy done this time?
“Here you go, Mr Shelby,” you heard, here she was the blonde tart. Placing the drinks onto the table, she smiled at Tommy. A hint of a blush forming on her cheeks. "Let me know if you need anything else," Shooting you a quick look, she reversed out of the room.
Feeling Tommy rest his hand on your knee, you scooted closer to him. He was actually oblivious to Grace's advances. You had observed him, when she was around. He hardly glanced in her direction. But maybe, that was when you were here?
The more you thought about it, the angrier you felt.
"I love you in this dress," Tommy grinned, brushing his fingers over the material. Tilting his head to the side, he pressed his lips against yours. "Was thinking we could go to London for the night, before Christmas? Just us, hmm?"
"I would like that," you beamed, interlacing your hand in his.
"You sure you have time for that, Thomas?" Polly asked, her dark eyes narrowing. "You have a lot to deal with here?"
"And it will all be dealt with in good time, Pol," he countered back, his body tensing.
Standing, you brushed your dress down. "Just nipping to the bathroom," This was your opportunity, Tommy distracted with his family. The pub was relatively quiet. Leaving the snug, your eyes searched for her.
Where the hell was she?
You sashayed across the wooden floor, your heels clicking as you went. The cellar? Tiptoeing down, your adrenaline was racing through your body. You had no plan, of what you were even going to say. Grace was balancing three bottles of whiskey in her arms, when she noticed you.
"Ah, Mrs Shelby, is everything ok?" she asked, in her sickly sweet voice.
Slightly pouting, you debated her question, while leaning against the wall. "Hmm, you tell me Grace?" You purposely spoke slowly, enjoying watching her squirm.
Blinking rapidly, she looked towards the staircase. Panic showing on her face. "I.. I don't understand, Mrs Shelby," Grace took a step back.
Sighing, you held out your left hand. Two gold rings sat upon your third finger. One with a diamond, Mrs Shelby yes that was you. "See this ring?" you asked, showing her, as you slowly approached. "You know what that means?"
Swallowing deeply, Grace nodded. "Yes,"
"Tell me," you smirked at her. "Tell me what you think?"
"That you are married," she responded, glancing upstairs again. Could she make a run for it?
"No need to be nervous," you chuckled, "We are just chatting, just two ladies having a chat. But, yes, you are correct, it does mean that," You were now centimetres, away from her. "So stay the fuck away from my husband, don't look at him, don't talk to him, got it?"
Nodding profusely, you noticed her breathing was shallow. "Yes,"
Looking her up and down, you smiled sweetly. "Good, I will only warn you once," Pushing the whiskey from her arms, you watched it clatter onto the floor. Smashing into smithereens, all over her clothes.
"Oops," you shrugged, walking back upstairs.
Entering the snug again, they all turned to look up at you. "Where have you been, Y/n Shelby?" Polly asked, a knowing look on her face. Sitting back down, you let Tommy wrap his arm around your shoulders.
"Oh, just chatting to the barmaid," you answered casually, leaning to pick your drink up.
"You wanna go home, love?" Tommy asked, stubbing out his cigarette. Totally oblivious, to what you had done. But, Polly knew you too well.
"Yeah, why not? I've finished here," you smiled, looking through the window of the snug. Grace staring back at you, wiping the whiskey from her dress.
Saying your goodbyes, Tommy held open the door for you. Pressing a kiss to your cheek. "Ready for your present now?" he asked quietly, voice rumbling against your ear.
"More than ready," you answered, not taking your eyes of Grace. "Goodnight Grace," you called over your shoulder, letting Tommy take your hand to lead you home.
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lovelybucky1 · 5 months
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Treat Me Wrong
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Kinktober Day 16- Degradation Kink
warnings: AFAB!Reader, manipulation, gaslighting, cheating, sex work, roleplay, spanking, vaginal fingering, dirty talk, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, mentions of pregnancy, 18+ minors DNI
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“I think we should break up,” you say.
Tommy’s face twists in anger and confusion. “Where’d you get that idea?” he asks.
This is exactly why you want to break up. He’s so dismissive and he doesn’t respect you. He’s sitting relaxed in his chair like you didn’t just suggest ending your relationship. Why is it so difficult for him to care about you?
“I’m not happy!” you say.
Tommy scoffs in response. “You live like a princess. What else could you possibly need?”
“Love and attention,” you huff.
“Christ,” he shakes his head in disbelief. “Are you a child? Do you really need me to attend to you all day to be content?”
“Not all day, Tommy. Just sometimes. What's the point in even having a lover if you won't spend time with them?"
"You act like I have a lot of free time to waste. I'm a very busy man."
His way of having excuses for everything make you feel like you're going insane.
"You have enough time to spend with prostitutes," you say bitterly. This makes Tommy perk up. "I know you go to see them after work and lie to me when you get home late. Why do you bother stringing me along if you'd rather pay for your companionship?"
Tommy chuckles darkly. "That's what this is about, eh?"
"Why the fuck are you laughing, Tommy?"
He stands up from his chair and crosses the room to stand in front of you. He places one hand on your hip while the other holds his cigarette. The smoke swirls in front of your face, the pungent smell burning your nose.
"You're jealous of my whores?" he asks smugly.
"What do they have that I don't," you ask angrily.
"I have certain needs that they satisfy."
You scoff and push his hand off of you. "We're together, Tommy. You should come to me to satisfy your needs, not step out on me."
Tommy rolls his eyes and grabs ahold of your wrist. "What I need isn't appropriate for a high society woman like yourself."
You furrow your brows in confusion, but no matter what he's talking about, you want to be able to provide it for him. "You don't get to decide what's appropriate for me or not. Besides, you'd know that I'm very adventurous if you ever took the time to actually be intimate with me."
He blinks slowly at you and licks his lips, then smirks devilishly. "You want me to treat you like one of my whores?"
"Yes, Tommy."
"Right." Tommy stubs his cigarette out in the ashtray on the side table, the turns his attention back to you. Both of his hands are on your hips now, holding you firmly. "You promise not to get upset?"
"Why would I get upset?"
Tommy fights back a smirk. "Because I tend to be a bit... harsh."
"Harsh?" you ask.
"You said you want me to fuck you like a whore. A dirty, cheap, used up whore that's only good for taking cock. Is that right?" You hesitantly nod. "Then until I'm finished, that's exactly what you're going to be. I'm only going to stop if you tell me to, otherwise I'm going to have you just like I have them."
"Okay," you breathe.
Tommy steps away from you and sits back in his chair. "Take your dress off," he instructs.
You find it a bit odd that he's just watching instead of also getting undressed, but it does make you feel better that the prostitutes he visits don't get to see him naked.
You strip piece by piece until you're bare in front of him. He stands up again and looks over your body, occasionally prodding and groping you.
"Turn around," he says, voice low. You do as he says and you allow yourself to be moved over to the couch. Tommy pushes you so you're bent at the waist over the arm rest, bare ass on display.
Tommy continues to grope you; he slaps your cheeks, spreads and slaps them, and teases at your folds.
“Wet already? Didn’t think whores got off on their work,” he says.
Without much prep, he shoves two fingers into your cunt. Like a true whore, you take them easily. He opens you up by scissoring his fingers inside you. He's going quickly, not bothering to take his time and make it pleasurable for you. You suppose he pays for his own pleasure, not yours.
"Already loose too. How many others did you have today?" he asks. When you don't answer him, he delivers a slap to your ass.
"N-none," you whimper.
"Sounds like business is slow."
He pulls his fingers out of you and wipes your wetness on your thigh. He then moves to press his hips against yours, allowing you to feel the bulge in his slacks. He grinds up against you shamelessly, making you feel even more humiliated now that he's simulating fucking you while he's fully dressed.
"Tell me you want my cock," he orders.
"I want your cock," you parrot with a whine in your voice.
"You can be more convincing than that," he says with a slap to your ass. "Be a good whore and beg me to fuck you."
You take a deep breath. "Please fuck me. I need your cock so bad... Mr. Shelby," you add for good measure.
That seems to please him, because he moves away from you far enough to pull his cock through his fly. He rubs the head through your folds, teasing your entrance with it.
"I'm not going to catch anything from fucking you raw, am I?" he asks, though he knows the answer.
"No, sir," you reply.
You're glad he bent you over like this, because that means he can't see your embarrassed face and you don't have to look into his intimidating eyes.
"Mm, good."
He pushes inside you, not gently but he doesn't aim to hurt you. Once he's fully seated inside, he begins to thrust before you're ready for it. You gasp in surprise, but you're helpless to do anything but take it.
"Didn't think pussy so cheap would take me so well," he groans. His hands grip tightly on your hips and he slams you back to meet each of his thrusts. His cock bumps against your cervix uncomfortably, but it feels best for him when you take it all the way, and that's the only thing that matters.
With each thrust, you make a punched out little moan. Tommy, however, is silent above you, save for a bit of heavy breathing. It isn't until you arch your back and really start putting on a show that he speaks up.
"Like a fuckin' professional, eh? I should come to you more often. Y'know, my woman's a real bitch sometimes. Never lets me fuck her like this. Thinks she's too good to get bent over. Has so many opinions, too. But you're a good woman; quiet, tight," he leans down, draping himself over your back to speak into your ear. "Obedient."
You can't help but moan at his filthy words, despite how degrading they are. You shouldn't find your lover talking badly about you so arousing, but you cant help it.
"She gets so mad I cheat on her but I think she'd understand if she felt this cunt for herself. 'm gonna marry her and fuck her full of babies to keep her busy while I give the real good stuff to you."
"Fuck," you whimper and immediately regret it.
"You like when I talk to you like a whore? You like getting fucked hard like I don't love you?"
It's rare that Tommy says he loves you. So rare, in fact, that you often doubt if it's true.
"Yes, yes," you gasp. "I love you."
"Mm," he hums. "Save it for when I'm not paying you."
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birthday gift
FOR: THOMAS SHELBY X VIRGIN READER
Warning: Somewhat Incestuous, Virginity Loss, Innocence Kink, Smut
Summary: You are Tommy Shelby's adult stepdaughter. On your birthday at Arrow House, he comes to your room and tells you that he has a special gift for you, but you cannot tell your mother about it.
Note: All Characters are over eighteen!
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The ticking of the clock echoed softly in the dimly lit bedroom, marking the passage of time on your birthday night and marking it two years since you moved to Arrow House with your mother Sarah who now was married to Thomas Shelby, the infamous leader of the Peaky Blinders.
You lay curled beneath the sheets, your heart beating rapidly within your chest. You could not shake the uneasiness and excitement gnawing at your insides.
What did your stepfather mean when he wanted to give you a special but secret gift for your birthday, you wondered?
You remember how, over dinner, he leaned forward and stared at you intensely before finally saying, "I have something very special planned for tonight. Something you cannot tell your mother about." It left you feeling both curious and apprehensive at the same time.
But you couldn't resist him, not after all these years of seeing his intense gaze and admiring his muscular body. So, you agreed to meet him at midnight, in your private chambers, so that he could give to you whatever it was he wanted to give to you.
And now, here you were, lying awake in your bedroom, wondering what would happen next.
The sound of the door opening interrupted your thoughts. There he stood, dominant and enigmatic in his black pants and a shirt, a subtle smile playing on his lips. He closed the door gently behind him and crossed the room, his eyes never leaving yours.
"Hello, Sweetheart," he said softly, his voice carrying an undertone of warmth and reassurance. You felt your cheeks flush with embarrassment as he approached the bed.
He sat down on the edge of the bed, his large hands settling on your shoulders lightly as you too sat up, revealing your modest nightgown to him. 
With tenderness, he ran his fingers through your hair, his touch sending shivers down your spine.
"You said that you had something special planned for me tonight," you started nervously, trying to formulate your question. "Will I need to get dressed for that? Will you be taking me somewhere?" you asked, but Tommy shook his head. 
"That's right, sweetheart. I have something special planned for you, but it does not involve us leaving the house," he replied softly, his eyes still holding yours with their intensity.
"So, what do you have planned then, Tommy?" you asked curiously with your cheeks blushing in several shades of red and pink. 
"I want to make you feel really good Y/N, would you like that?" your stepfather announced. His voice dropped to a husky whisper, and an even deeper blush crept across your face as you nodded hesitantly. You knew deep down that something about this was wrong, but the thought of pleasing him as well as the attraction you felt towards him overwhelmed any doubts.
Tommy shifted closer, his arm wrapping protectively around your waist, pulling you against his firm body as, still, you were sitting next to him, just much closer now. 
"Has another man ever made you feel good down there?" he asked gently, running his fingers over the naked flesh of your thighs, all the way to the area beneath your nightgown.
You swallowed nervously, your cheeks reddening even further. You hadn't ever discussed such things with anyone before, especially not with a man like your stepfather. 
"No, no one," you admitted, finding yourself answering truthfully, your voice wavering slightly. "No, nobody has ever touched me there." You watched his expression change from curiosity to relief, his eyes searching yours for understanding.
"So, no one has ever touched your pussy, eh?" Tommy clarified, his voice gentle yet commanding. 
"No" you confirmed, feeling the nervousness building up inside you. You didn't quite understand why you were suddenly feeling anxious, but you realized that this was something different from the other experiences you had shared with your stepfather. You felt vulnerable, yet excited by the prospect of discovering new sensations together.
"Would you like me to touch your pussy?" Tommy then inquired gently, stroking your hair once more to calm your nerves. Your heart raced, and your palms grew clammy with anticipation.
Nodding timidly, you gave a hesitant, yet enthusiastic affirmative. Your eyes locked with his, conveying trust and eagerness.
"Good," he murmured, bringing his hand to your waist, his fingers grazing the smooth fabric of your nightgown. "It will feel nice, I promise," he told you as, with tender precision, he slid the fabric aside, exposing your delicate thighs to the cool air.
"Spread your legs a little, Sweetheart," Tommy said and, after you reluctantly complied, he slowly slipped his hand into your panties, his finger making contact with your virgin cunt.
"Relax," he cooed, placing a gentle kiss upon your forehead as he still sat next to you, gently touching your sensitive folds.
"There's nothing to be afraid of, Sweetheart. I won't hurt you. I will just make you feel good, eh?" His voice was reassuring, his touch tender, and you found yourself calming down under his guidance.
"Does it feel nice?" your stepfather then asked gently, his finger continuing to stroke your inner folds, evoking sensations you had never experienced before. You took a deep breath, closing your eyes, and focusing on the sensations coursing through your body.
"Yes, it feels strange but nice," you admitted softly, opening your eyes and meeting his gaze.
"Good girl," he reassured you, a warm smile on his face as he continued to run his fingers over your cunt gently before, finally, removing them and bringing them to his lips.
He tasted your essence and smiled. "See, you are already getting wet for me too," he said while using his soaked fingers to gesture towards your moistening panties. 
Your face flushed crimson, and you turned away from him, trying to hide your embarrassment.
"Why am I getting wet?" you asked quietly, feeling embarrassed.
"Because your body is responding to my touch Sweetheart. It wants more if it," he explained, his voice warm and comforting. "It's a natural reaction."
As he spoke, his hand continued to caress your inner thigh, drawing circles on your soft skin.
"Just relax and enjoy it," he advised gently, his tone reassuring as his fingers dipped back into your folds, gently circling and teasing your budding entrance. You moaned in response, your body relaxing slowly, giving into his touch. 
"Can I have a look at your pussy? I would really like to see it," Tommy eventually whispered into your ear, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. 
"Okay, but just quickly," you nodded, taking a deep breath to steel yourself.
"Okay Sweetheart. How about you take off your nightgown and panties for me and lie down. I will only have a quick look, eh?" Tommy said, his voice filled with anticipation.
"Okay, Tommy," you replied, carefully removing your nightgown and panties as your stepfather had instructed.
Lying down on the bed, you felt exposed and vulnerable, but Tommy seemed to sense your discomfort. With his gentle touch, he lifted your leg onto his shoulder, positioning your entrance at eye level.
His eyes traced every curve and fold of your pink, wet flesh, a mix of desire and admiration flashing in his eyes. "This is beautiful," he whispered, his voice filled with awe.
Tommy then kneeled by your side and touched your wet folds again, his eyes hungry with desire.
"Can I have a look inside?" Tommy asked softly, leaning closer. Your eyes widened in surprise, but you nodded hesitantly, unable to say no to him. He gently placed his finger on your labia, testing your readiness. 
With two fingers, he then opened you up, exposing your inner flesh to his gaze gently by parting your lips and saying, "I am going to put one finger inside you now, Sweetheart," his eyes glazed over with lust. 
You trembled, a mixture of fear and arousal coursing through your veins. You felt the gentle pressure of his index finger as it pressed against your tight entrance, gradually working its way inside you.
"Is this alright, Love?" he asked, his voice full of concern. You nodded, trying to stay composed as the sensation of having something foreign inside you sent shockwaves throughout your body.
"Is this, okay? Can I go a bit deeper?" he repeated, making sure you were comfortable with his ministrations.
"Yes, it's fine. You can go a bit deeper I think," you replied, trying to maintain composure.
The feeling of your stepfather's finger inside you was both alien and enticing, sending waves of excitement coursing through your body.
"I can go even deeper if you wish, past your hymen," he offered gently, his fingers probing further within you. You hesitated, unsure of how far you were willing to go. "Only if you're ready," he added, assuring you of his care and respect.
"I don't know," you stammered, your breath catching in your throat while Tommy withdrew his finger from your wet folds.
"That's fine, Sweetheart," he said, before making another inquiry. "Perhaps I could kiss you down there for a while? That will help you relax," he said gently, leaning closer.
You hesitated, feeling torn between your instinctive response and your trust in him. Ultimately, you nodded hesitantly, allowing him to continue.
Soon, his lips brushed against your sensitive folds, exploring the terrain with his tongue. The sensation was foreign yet inviting, causing your breath to hitch in your throat.
"Do you like that?" he asked softly, his mouth lingering against your sensitive flesh.
"Yes," you breathed out, your heart racing as his touch became more intimate.
"Do you want more?" he asked gently, his thumb gliding along your sensitive folds, eliciting sensations you had never experienced before.
You nodded, tentatively giving in to his guidance. As his fingers teased and explored your inner depths, he positioned himself between your legs, his eyes seeking approval from you.
"I want to taste more of you, Sweetheart," he whispered, his eyes reflecting a mix of tenderness and hunger. You hesitated, feeling overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment.
"What should I do?" you asked, looking into his eyes for guidance.
"Just relax and let me make you feel good," he replied, his voice soothing. 
With gentle ease, he lowered his head and began kissing and suckling your most intimate parts, evoking sensations that sent ripples of pleasure through your entire being.
As he explored your folds with his mouth, you couldn't help but let out small cries of ecstasy, reveling in the novelty of the experience.
His tongue danced along your inner walls, evoking feelings you had never imagined possible. In that moment, you knew that you wanted more, craving the unique blend of pleasure and vulnerability that his touch provided.
"You are incredibly responsive," Tommy complimented you, the tip of his tongue darting across your sensitive flesh.
"It feels amazing," you confessed, your hands gripping the sheets tightly as you tried to hold onto the intense sensations coursing through your body.
"I didn't know it could feel like this," you whispered, your breath hitching in your throat. "And it makes me want more," you confessed, the words tumbling out of your mouth in a mixture of wonder and arousal.
Tommy pulled away slightly, his face filled with pride and satisfaction at having brought you to such heights of pleasure. "It is an incredible experience, isn't it?" he said softly, stroking your cheek with his hand.
"Yes, it is amazing Tommy. Is that what you do with my mum?" you asked, feeling a sudden burst of curiosity.
"No, we do things differently, Love" he assured you gently, his eyes reflecting a mix of love and respect for your mother. "But it's time for you to explore these sensations," he said, his voice warm and reassuring. His hand returned to your folds, his fingers gliding effortlessly through your wetness, teasing and pleasuring you. The sensations were unfamiliar yet intensely gratifying, causing your body to respond with increasing fervor.
"What do you do with her and the other women you visit?" you asked, your curiosity piqued by the intensity of the sensations he had brought forth in you.
"Well," he began, thinking of the right words to say before simply telling you straight-out, "I usually put my cock into their holes, Love." 
"Into here?" you asked, touching your cunt while feeling intrigued and yet nervous at the thought.
"Yes, Love. It goes in there sometimes, and it feels really nice when it is inside," he replied gently, his hand expertly moving your hand out of the way and stroking your folds as he talked.
"Would you like me to do this to you?" His question took you by surprise, sending waves of nervousness and curiosity coursing through your body. "I think you would enjoy it," he said, smirking slightly. 
"Uhm, I don't know Tommy. Can I see it first? Your penis, I mean," you said, your curiosity growing.
Tommy smiled, understanding your hesitation.
"Of course, Sweetheart," he replied, sitting up and undoing his trousers. He revealed his erect member, which was already dripping with precum. It stood tall and proud, causing your eyes to widen in surprise.
"It's big," you said, your eyes fixated on his impressive length.
"Not too big, just right for you," he replied confidently, his voice filled with pride. "I think you will find it pleasurable, if you let me put it into you." 
You looked up at him, still feeling uneasy but intrigued by the idea of experiencing something new. "Will it hurt?" you asked, a slight quiver in your voice betraying your apprehension.
"Only at first." He assured you gently.
Your eyes traveled from his erection to his face, searching for reassurance in his gaze.
"Okay, yes, you can put it inside me. But just for a little bit," you finally agreed, your voice wavering with uncertainty.
"Good girl. I will be gentle. Now, how about you lie down for me, eh?" Tommy suggested, helping you get into a more comfortable position.
You obeyed, lying down on your back, your breath coming in short gasps as you awaited his next move.
Tommy undressed quickly and then positioned himself between your legs, his eyes filled with desire as he looked upon his prize. He reached down and tenderly caressed your cheek, smiling reassuringly.
"Are you ready to become a woman, Sweetheart?" he asked, his voice deep and full of anticipation, and you nodded hesitantly, steeling yourself for the unknown journey ahead. 
Tommy positioned himself between your legs, his large member teasingly close to your entrance. Slowly, gently, he pushed inside you, guiding himself with careful precision. Your eyes widened in astonishment as he entered you, filling you with his presence. His gaze locked with yours, a mix of concern and adoration evident in his eyes.
You gasped, overwhelmed by the feeling of fullness, yet yearning for more. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes, both from the intensity of the sensation and the emotional weight of the moment.
"Am I hurting you?" Tommy asked gently, his own breath quickening in anticipation. "Yes," you replied, surprised by the intensity of the sensation, yet eager to continue. "But just a little. Please keep going," you urged, wanting to overcome the initial discomfort and fully embrace the sensations. Tommy nodded, his eyes softening with affection as he adjusted his position, ensuring maximum comfort for both of you.
"You are very tight, Sweetheart. Much tighter than your mother," he said appreciatively, his brow furrowing with concentration as he began to move inside you.
"It hurts a bit," you admitted, wincing as the sensation intensified. "Is it normal?" you asked, feeling both embarrassed and concerned.
"Of course, Sweetheart. It is normal. You have never done this before," he replied, his expression mirroring a mix of tenderness and understanding. "It's natural. Just take your time, and remember to breathe deeply, eh," he instructed, guiding you into a slow rhythm that helped steady your breathing.
"There, that's it. Let go of any tension, Love," he murmured, his voice soothing your nerves. With each thrust, you could feel the pressure gradually dissipating, replaced by a wave of unexpected pleasure. The feeling of fullness engulfed you completely, sending shivers down your spine.
Despite the pain, you found yourself becoming aroused by the intensity of the sensations.
Each movement by Tommy seemed to increase the pressure, pushing you closer to the edge of pleasure. Your body began to arch and writhe beneath him, craving the release of the building tension. Your moans filled the air, signaling your increasing need for fulfillment.
Tommy noticed your response and adjusted his pace accordingly, his movements becoming more deliberate and focused. The sensations intensified, igniting a fire within you that burned brightly. Your cries of ecstasy echoed throughout the room, causing your body to tremble in anticipation.
The pleasure was overwhelming, consuming you entirely. Your body convulsed underneath Tommy, unable to resist the urge to come. As the peak approached, you felt the world around you spinning, your vision turning black as your mind succumbed to the all-consuming bliss.
Finally, the climax came, washing over you in a tidal wave of pleasure. Your muscles contracted involuntarily, pulling Tommy deeper into you.
He groaned in satisfaction, his hands grasping your hips firmly until he could not hold it anymore. 
With a final surge of power, he gave one last thrust, coming deep inside you, his entire body shuddering with ecstasy. 
"What just happened?" you asked, your eyes wide with shock. Your body still trembled from the overwhelming sensations, your mind trying to process the experience.
"You just had your first orgasm," Tommy answered gently, his fingers gently caressing your cheek. "I am glad I could give that to you, Sweetheart."
"I didn't expect it to feel so good," you admitted, your voice still shaky from the intensity of the moment. "But I really liked it."
"I promised, didn't I, eh?" Tommy chuckled as he pulled out of you and with him came a thick stream of sticky liquid which ultimately leaked onto the sheets beneath you.
"What, uhm...what is that?" you asked, your eyes fixed on the fluid that had just come out of you when Tommy pulled his cock out of your cunt. 
"That's called cum, Love," Tommy explained gently, using a clean towel to wipe the excess fluid off your body. "It happens when a man orgasms. It's normal, so don't worry, eh."
He cleaned you thoroughly, making sure to remove any traces of his essence. He then wiped himself clean with a towel, disposing of it neatly in the bin.
"Now, Love, I think you should rest. I believe you have gone through quite an experience today," he said, his voice full of fatherly concern. "I want you to lie down and sleep for a few hours. And tomorrow, we will talk some more, eh?" Tommy said, planting a kiss on your forehead. "But remember, all of this needs to stay our little secret. Your mother cannot find out about this," Tommy reminded you, his voice stern and protective. "Promise me."
"I promise," you said solemnly, pledging your loyalty to the secret they were sharing.
"Good girl," Tommy replied, relieved. "Now, get some rest, Sweetheart." 
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