#brother!tommy x reader

[gracieheartspedro]

How Long

pairing: f!reader x brother-in-law!joel miller

description: your boyfriend tommy miller is a cheating bastard. luckily, your brother-in-law joel is nice enough to help you get your mind off of it.

word count: 5.1k

warnings: MINORS DNI! this is 18+, pre!outbreak joel, this is porn, joel is a consent king though!, talk of horrible sex life, cheating, unprotected p in v, fingering, oral (f and m receiving), dirty talk, multiple orgasms, pet names

author's note: hey lovers (; I have been teasing this one awhile. i may continue this if you guys like it a lot. this was a request from an anon, i hope they like it!! i'm almost at 400 followers and I was gonna release this when I hit that, but I am too excited to share this. leave me your thoughts! my requests are still open! <3

You and Tommy went way back. You had crushed on him since high school, his charisma was hypnotic and you were hooked the moment he asked for your phone number. You became borderline obsessed. He was the ideal boyfriend. A huge mama’s boy, respectful, and hilarious. 

You hadn’t ever questioned Tommy’s intentions with you. You two even talked marriage. 

It wasn’t until his 26th birthday that you noted a shift in his behavior and when everything officially fell apart. You had just spent all afternoon at his brother, Joel’s, house. You and Joel arranged a surprise birthday barbeque and you were so excited to spend his special day with him and his whole family.

The whole day, you lied and said you were going for a girls day out with your sister, who was newly single. Instead, you and Joel slaved over the stove making Tommy’s favorites. You also decorated the shit out of Joel’s whole house, with the help of his tween daughter, Sarah. 

Joel told him to come over to help with fixing up his truck, but in actuality you all jumped out of your hiding spots and yelled “happy birthday!”

He hardly reacted. He was dazed seeing your beautiful smile peak up behind Joel’s recliner. 

His attitude was distant the whole night. He wouldn’t kiss you, and pulled away every time you went in to wrap your arms around his waist. He drank way more than you expected, tallying up about 10 beers. 

Joel noticed it, too. 

Joel even asked if he should start taking it easy and cool it on the beer. That only pissed Tommy off, which lead you to break up an argument in front of their own mother. Joel was annoyed, noting how shitty Tommy was being towards you. He was ready to fight his own brother on his birthday.

After the festivities and helping Joel with the dishes, you bid the whole family farewell. Tommy was too drunk to drive home, so you knew you would take him home in your Toyota Corolla, telling Joel you’d be back tomorrow to get his truck. 

“Drive safe you two,” Joel said in the driveway after assisting Tommy to the car. Even after Tommy yelled and fussed at him, he still gladly accepted Joel’s help. He knew he couldn’t walk any more than 50 feet. You smiled watching them, happy they could make amends so quickly, and started up your engine. 

The whole ride home, Tommy kept checking his flip phone. The screen would light up into his glazed over eyes and he’d huff in frustration. 

“Everything okay, baby?” You finally decide to ask. 

You glance over in his direction and you could tell he was annoyed by the question. You bite the inside of your cheek, anticipating him to blow up at you next. 

Tommy was not a nice drunk. He would blow up at the drop of a hat. There’d been countless times where he’d pick a fight with you after you picked him up from a bar or a friend’s house. You learned not to talk on any rides home when he was drinking. But you couldn’t help yourself. 

“You want my honest answer?”

Of course, you did. But when he says it like that?

“What is it, Tommy?”

He clears his throat, “I’m fuckin’ your sister.”

You felt your world crashing around you in that instant. You slam on your breaks on a main road, unable to actively drive due to the shocking news. You pull off into an abandoned parking lot, your hands shaking as you throw the car in park. 

“What?”

You didn’t even want to look over at him, your eyes welling with tears. 

“Yeah,” Is all he says, his voice changing, “I’m sick of lyin’. It’s only been a couple times. But she wants to meet back up.”

His drunk honesty was like vomit coming out of his mouth. Constant and sickening. He was so heartless with his words. This wasn’t your Tommy. What made everything so much worse was that it was your fucking little sister. You two didn’t have the best relationship, but you still cared deeply for her. This was the ultimate betrayal. You couldn’t believe that she, of all people, would try to destroy your picture perfect life.

Not so picture perfect anymore.

The soft hum of the radio takes up the air. You felt like you could suffocate with all of the tension. 

“How long?”

He chuckles lowly, “Longer than I’d probably like to admit. Why do you think her ex dumped her?”

You finally turn to him. He looked remorseless, not even batting an eye at your distraught expression.

“Get the fuck out of my car, Tommy,” You say sternly, “I don’t want to see your face ever again.”

“Oh come on baby,” He groans, “At least take me home.”

“Get,” The tears begin to fall, “Out. Now.”

He throws his hands up in surrender, “Fine, don’t want to watch you cry, anyway. Makes me feel like shit.”

He opens the car door and you watch as he stumbles out. He practically falls on the concrete, his footing wobbly from the alcohol. If you were as callous as him, you’d back your car right over him, but instead you sped off as soon as the door slammed shut. 

Your hands are still vibrating, unsure of what to do next, you pick up your phone and dial Joel. 

He answers after three rings. 

“‘Sup, sweetheart?”

His Southern drawl is hushed, like he was trying to be quiet for someone. It was late, maybe he was putting Sarah to bed. 

“Your brother.”

It’s all you could say before breaking out into a deep sob. He becomes panicked, immediately springing into older brother mode, begging you to tell him where you were. 

You finally catch your breath, “He’s a cheating bastard. He fucked my sister and I left him in the old Hecht’s parking lot.”

Joel lets out a long sigh, “Where are you?”

“I’m driving,” You mutter, choking back more sobs you feel coming up, “I can’t go home.”

You knew going home would be painful. All the photos lining your walls of you and Tommy. The pictures with your own sister. All of his belongings scattered all over the house. You knew you’d spiral, untangling the mess and missed signs. 

“Come back to my house,” He suggests, “I’ll go get Tommy and take him home. The back door will be unlocked, just come right in and settle down. Make some tea or somethin’.”

You nod even though he can’t see you. 

Joel was the older brother you never had. He was mature and honest. You had come to him a couple times to analyze Tommy and his behavior. It didn’t happen often, but he was great at advice. You trusted him. He was family to you.

“Thanks Joel,” You wipe your tears, “See you in a bit.”

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Luckily Sarah was fast asleep upstairs, snuggled up soundly, while you tried to contain your sobs. You couldn’t believe how drastically this evening turned.

Tommy cheated on you with your sister.

The man you were hoping to marry and settle down with? The one who was adored by your parents? The one you told all your darkest secrets to?

You had no clue how he would ever come back from this. And he did it with your sister?

You still could not grasp that it was her. The girl who always came to you for boy advice? Hell, she came to you last week asking about a guy she had be-

It was fucking Tommy. She wanted advice on how to woo your fucking boyfriend. 

You wanted to strangle her too, but who knows what lies he may have been leading. You wanted the whole story, but you didn’t want to open a can of worms so late in the evening. You weren’t going to be sleeping, plagued by your own thoughts and emotions.

You’re curled up on Joel’s couch, using his huge knitted blanket as a cape. You turned on the TV only to give your cries some background noise.

Just when you stop the tears, Joel walks in with this look on his face. Disappointment. Rage. 

“How ya holdin’ up, sweet girl?”

Joel had tons of pet names for you, but that was a new one. He has always called you anything but your actual name. 

“Not good,” You say, choking back more tears. You were practically all cried out, your cheeks were stained bright red. Joel shuffles over to you, dropping his keys down on the coffee table. He plops down on the couch next to me.

“He’s a fuckin’ idiot,” He mutters, patting your unclothed thigh. Maybe it was the words he said that sent goosebumps up your body, not the fact he took a long second to remove his hand from your leg.

“I just can’t… Why would he do this?”

He huffs, shrugging his broad shoulders, “I asked him and he said it’s cuz you ain’t puttin’ out like you used to. Said that your sister came onto him and he couldn’t say no.”

It felt like another stab to the heart. You and Tommy had sex like three times a week. Every time he came inside you and praised you. You on the other hand, never came and had grown sick of having to finish yourself off every time it happened. So yeah, maybe you weren’t the eager youngin’ you were before, but you still fucked him whenever he wanted.

“That’s horseshit! I fuck him all the time. He is just… he’s a fucking cheating bastard. I just can’t believe it was her. Like what man fucks around with his girl’s own sister? He knows better.”

You’re trying to rationalize his behavior in your head. But Joel is not as kind.

“He obviously doesn’t, sweet girl. He…” He drifts off, catching himself for saying how he truly felt about his brother. Once he looks into your puffy red eyes, his tune changes, “He’s a stupid motherfucker for letting a girl like you go. Don’t know much about your sister, but she has some explainin’ to do, too.”

Your heart flutters a bit. Joel’s accent was so much more pronounced when he was angry, it was kind of hot. Why are you thinking that right now?

“I just can’t believe he would do something so… heartless. He didn’t even act sorry, Joel.”

“The alcohol made him bold, that’s for sure. Doesn’t ‘cuse the behavior, but ya know,” He sits back into his couch, “‘m sorry, sweetheart.”

You turn to face him, “Makes me think of the time he accused me of cheating.”

“He accused you of cheatin’? When?”

It was years ago, right after your 21st birthday. Joel and Tommy took you and a couple of your friends out to a club in downtown Austin. You took so many shots, you ended up dancing a bit too close with Joel. It led to a fight you had never brought up to Joel himself, but nonetheless, Tommy thought you had a thing for his older brother.

Sure, Joel was nice. He was a bit more serious than Tommy, always trying to be the rational one. He was an excellent and present father, dedicating his entire life to raising Sarah. He had similar features to Tommy. Tall, dark hair, beautiful brown eyes. When you talked to him, those eyes of his were so laser focused on what you said, sometimes you found yourself stumbling over your words. 

Maybe it was a little crush. 

“It was years ago,” You confess, looking down at your bitten back cuticles, “He thought I had a thing for you.”

His eyes zero in on your lips, like he’s trying to take the words out of your mouth, one by one.

“A thing? What type of thing?”

You shake your head, pushing your face into your hands. This wasn’t something you wanted to talk about, especially not now. But it was distracting you from thinking about what you could’ve done. Instead, you’re reminding yourself of all the shitty things Tommy has done over the years. That “perfect boyfriend” you had in the beginning was falling apart a long time ago. You just hadn’t seen the signs right in front of you. Now here they are, splattered all over the floor.

“He thought you and I had a bit too much fun on my 21st, I don't know! He always acted so weird when I talked about you. You’re like my brother, I would never cross that line.”

The silence in the room was deafening. You finally raise your head, looking at Joel’s contemplative face. 

“Never?”

You stare at him, looking for a smile to crack across his face. Like it was a joke or something.

But it wasn’t.

The air in the room shifted.

“Joel,” You mumble, before his fingers reach up and trace your bottom lip gently, “We can’t.”

“Why ‘cause I’m like your brother, or ‘cause you’re still banking on kissin’ and makin’ up with Tommy?”

It was a fair question. Making up with Tommy was never even a question, though. After being burned so harshly, you didn’t see any redemption. He was done for. Once that confession slipped past his lips, he was as good as gone. 

This would be the greatest revenge. Fucking his brother?

What could you lose?

Joel could be your rebound. Something to ease the harsh sting you still felt in your heart. You start to feel guilty pile in the pit of your tummy. But then you hear Tommy’s words ringing in your head. 

“I’m fuckin’ your sister.”

Yeah, you could use some revenge. 

“You can’t tell him,” You murmur, making sure it’s in a whisper. Even if you wanted this to be revenge, you didn’t want Tommy to know, “Ever.”

“It’ll be between you and me, baby girl.”

You nod, finally accepting his offer. He grabs your legs and pulls you into his lap. You never thought you’d see the day where you would be mounted on top of Joel Miller. His eyes feasted on you in a way that sent tingles straight down to your core.

“I can’t lie, baby girl,” He purrs, his hands tracing you from your thighs all the way up to your shoulders, “I have thought this scenario out countless times.”

“Really?”

“Of course,” His hand finds its way to your neck, “Seein’ you at family barbeques, watchin’ you at bars with Tommy. Always wanted to pull you into a bathroom and get a feel of these,” He runs his hands down your chest, catching the edge of your yellow tank top. Tommy’s favorite color on you. He pulls it down, revealing your white bra underneath. It was your favorite push up, a Christmas present from Tommy. 

He was littering your body, but instead of Tommy’s hands removing every trace of himself away from your body, it was his brother.

Joel doesn’t take note of your dazed expression, he’s too focused on your cleavage spilling over your bra. His fingers trace back to the clasp, his fingers expertly unhooking it. It sent chills down your back, while your boobs fall further out of the bra. He helps you shimmy it off your front, his eyes lighting up when your boobs rest right in his eyeline.

“Fuckin’ Christ,” He groans, his thumb and pointer finger tugging on your left nipple. You hiss, letting yourself get out of your own head for a moment. Your boobs were extremely sensitive, which is why every man you’d ever been with used that to their advantage. Instead of treating your pussy to a good time, they just toyed with your nipples while drilling into you, which usually had you cumming after a couple minutes. Deep down, you wished Tommy had actually gave your pussy the time of day. Eat you out, finger you until you saw stars. But he never had “time for that”. 

His words.

Joel wraps his lips around your nipple, letting his tongue circle around your areola. He uses his open hand to massage your other tit. Once he releases your nipple, he leaves love bites at the swell of your boobs. He groans at your reaction, which was grinding your hips achingly slow across his lap.

“Mmm,” You hum, your hands finding his brown locks, “More.”

“‘m not gonna fuck you here,” He scowls, “Gonna take you to my bed.”

Without warning, he stands up, gripping onto your thighs to take you with him. You yelp in shock, throwing your arms around his neck. 

“I got you,” He states, walking down the hall to his bedroom. You had been in there before, only to grab his wallet one day when you guys were in a rush to get to Sarah’s soccer game. 

It was only slightly messy and smelled like him. Clean laundry and strawberry shampoo. 

You were thrown atop his unmaid sheets, bouncing a bit at the impact. You decide to use the time of Joel crawling onto to the bed, to completely discard your tank top. Joel’s body takes over yours, his one hand propping him up, the other feeling your sides and scooping up your breast. 

“Think I’m gonna take my time with you,” He grunts, his hand finding your short’s belt loops, “Make you forget everythin’ and focus on me.”

You nod, agreeing to his terms. 

He sits back on his knees, tugging down your shorts and thong. He hisses as soon as he notes the wetness on your lacey panties. Once he tosses the items beside the bed, he nudges your knees apart. 

“Damn, baby girl,” He just looks at you completely spread for him, shaking his head in disbelief, “Tommy’s a fuckin’ idiot. Could look at this pussy every minute of every day.”

You moan before you can retaliate, your mind responding to his fingers tracing your slit up and down. You watch him crawl up you, his lips so close to yours. You two hadn’t even kissed yet, instantly going to tearing each other’s clothes off. It felt more intimate, more real. 

He finally leans in, pursing his lips to meet yours. 

Joel was gentler than expected. Tommy was always hurried, his kisses only to warm you up a bit. You never really kissed during sex either, because he always had you doggy, which wasn’t ideal for kisses. 

Joel’s kisses took your breath away. He was slow and methodical, slipping his tongue into your mouth. You finally decide to pull him down onto your naked body, his hips settling between yours. The action made him a bit more eager, as he grinded his crotch into your wet center. 

“Gonna have me cumming in my jeans, sweet thing,” He laughs, pulling away from your swollen lips. He crawls back down the bed, his shoulders resting between your thighs this time. 

“What are you doing?” You ask, hesitantly. 

He smiles again, “‘m gonna eat this beautiful pussy of yours. Unless you don’t want me to.”

You had no real objections, it just something you had never fully enjoyed with anyone else before. You were willing to see what Joel Miller could bring to the table. You nod your head in agreement, letting him rest his hand on your lower tummy, holding you in place for his mouth. He ducks down, pressing small kisses over your clit. His actions already had you writhing under his touch. 

He continues on, gripping your stomach a bit harder as he explores your pussy with his tongue. He switches between sucking and licking, eventually settling with running his tongue in circles inside of you. You were a groaning mess, your hand eventually finding your mouth so you could control the volume. You didn’t want to embarrass yourself with how loud you could be. He stops as soon as you do it. 

“You ain’t gotta do that,” He says, his mouth wet with your slick, “I wanna hear those pretty little moans of yours. Don’t worry about anyone hearin’ ya.”

You take your hand off your mouth and he continues on with his assault on your folds. It’s sending you into overdrive, watching him go down on you. He was so hot, splayed out between your thighs, devouring you whole. 

His exploration ends with him wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking you up like a straw. You couldn’t believe how good the vibration felt. 

You were feeling that heat in your stomach, so as soon as Joel slipped his hand up and began adding fingers inside you, you knew you were done for. He starts with two, fucking you slowly and systematically. He curls his fingers up like a hook, his lips still wrapped around your bud. 

This was it. This is what you were missing. 

Your unrestrained pleas don’t fall on deaf ears. Your orgasm hits you like a semi-truck. You reach for anything in your vicinity, which happened to be Joel’s hair and his white sheets. He didn’t let up on you as you came around his fingers, fucking you through it. 

“Holy f-fuck,” You stutter, “Joel what the fuck?”

“We are just gettin’ started, sweetheart,” He states, standing up beside the bed to take his clothes off. His cock was standing at attention in his boxers before he tore them off. 

Tommy was above average, but Joel was well endowed. 

You gape at the view, unable to really form a coherent sentences. 

“You’re droolin’,” He jokes, finding his way back on top of you. You giggle, letting the joke roll of your shoulder, instead of letting it embarrass you. He finds your lips again, kissing you roughly this time. You could tell he was aching for you, his hips finding their way between yours again. 

“Oh,” You say, feeling his tip nudge your folds, “I’m on birth control, by the way.”

“I assumed so,” He states plainly, kissing your neck and chest, “Won’t cum in you unless you want me to.”

You grin, “You’re all about consent, ain’t ya?”

He laughs, “You’re in control here, baby girl. ‘M just here to get your mind off all the shit.”

You have never been so enamored by a man in your life. He was saying all the right things, but you knew in your heart he wasn’t just saying anything. Joel was a genuine guy. He never lied to you or belittled you.

The longer you’re under him the more you start to realize that this is what you’ve wanted all along. 

He brings you back to reality with an feverish kiss, drawing you back to the moment. His hands trail down your side, tickling you a bit. 

“Hey,” You murmur, pulling away from his delicious mouth, “I want to… I uh-“

You don’t know how to say it. To be honest, you and Tommy were in a routine with sex so you didn’t know how to ask to suck someone off. You usually just did it first to get it done and over with. But you felt like you needed to do it for Joel, not out of obligation, but because you wanted to see him squirm under your touch. You have thought about it more than once. 

“Words, sweetheart.”

“Let me suck your dick.”

He smiles, letting out a slight chuckle at your demand. He never thought he’d hear that coming from your mouth. He waits a second, acting like he’s seriously contemplating the offer. 

Of course he was going to accept. 

You sit up, giving him more space to lay down next to you. You crawl over his legs, settling between his calves. His cock was red, the veins so prominent. It was just waiting for you. He tucks his one arm behind his head, propping it up to watch you put on a show. 

“Let me know if I’m doing okay,” You ask sheepishly. You wanted to punch yourself for saying something so stupid. You were never confident in your abilities and you didn’t want to disappoint Joel. 

He nods, watching you grab onto his shaft with your hands, “You’ll do great, baby girl.”

You spit into your hands once you realize you need more lubrication. You crouch more, jerking him off slowly. He is already so reactive, throwing his head back against his headboard.

You begin to tease him, peppering kisses onto his shaft and tip as it leaked. You smile when you hear him hiss at you toying with him. You finally wrap your lips around his dick, sucking in your cheeks as you pull your head back. He was so big you couldn’t physically get your mouth completely down his length. He was girthy, too, which didn’t help either when it came to almost unhinging your jaw to take all of him. 

“Such a good girl,” He praises, taking your hair into his grip, “You ain’t gotta take it all.”

The reassurance was comforting. You didn’t feel any pressure with Joel, which only made him more desirable in your eyes. 

You watch his face twist in delight every time you take him into your mouth, wrapping his cock in your saliva. 

“Keep doin’ that and ‘m gonna cum in that mouth,” His drawl is so buttery and deep, your center literally clenches.

You pull off of him, gaining some confidence in your bedroom talk. 

“Need that done somewhere else.”

He shakes his head, sitting up more to manhandle you up to his lap. As you slide across his body, you feel his wet cock touch your inner thighs.

Your mouth falls open as soon as his hands grab your hips and settle you right over his length. You are on your knees on either side of his thighs, looking down at him and his absolutely spent expression. His curls were standing in all different directions and his eyes were dark with anticipation.

“Want me to do the honors?”

He grabs his cock, positioning it right below your opening. Your lips twitch upward, shaking your head positively.

He lines you up, pushing his hips upward. He is stretching you immediately, the angle making you crumble under his touch already. Your legs practically give out when he’s partially sheathed in you, which causes you just to sit and take the rest of him in you. 

“Oh my fucking god,” You moan out, shutting your eyes to soak in every twitch, “I have never been this fucking full.”

Your eyes fly open, realizing what you just insinuated.

“Don’t worry, baby girl. I knew he wasn’t givin’ you exactly what you needed,” He starts to guide your hips to circle his, “I give you what you need.”

You never expected him to be so confident, but it was so hot. You rested your hands on his pecks and started easing yourself up and down onto his length. His lips flick upward, watching you get yourself off on his dick. He loved watching you like this, just enjoying yourself.

After a minute, he realizes he can’t let you be the only one doing the work. You were so in your own world, riding him and feeling every inch of him. Your blissed out mind gets over taken when he grabs you and rolls on onto your back. He is on his knees as he grabs your legs with both of his hands, spreading you out. He grinds into you, his cock hitting you at a different angle now. 

You moan out, reaching out to grab his shoulders. He takes the hint and dips down to capture your lips again, caging your body between his. He picks up the pace when you start to press your tongue forward into his mouth. You can’t help but whimper at how good he feels. 

“You fuck me so good,” You mewl. He was panting, his hot breath fanning your wildly tangled hair. He takes his bottom lip between his teeth, focusing on making you feel good. Every pump inside you brought you closer to that familiar warm feeling. He notices your heat clenching around him, which makes him want to change up his technique. He pushes off the pillows, grabbing your hips and slamming into you at a rate you didn’t know Joel was capable of. 

“God, I can’t believe how fuckin’ good you feel, baby,” He pants, his thumb finding your swollen bud. As soon as he puts pressure there, you’re screaming out. “Mhm, that feel good? This cock better than his?”

“Yes, Joel, oh my god!”

He doesn’t let up. He wants to see you fall apart so bad, knowing those beautiful whimpers will send him into ecstasy. 

“Cum for me, baby girl. Know you’re aching to,” He clenches his teeth, “Let go.”

You have never had your vision go white when you orgasm. It’s like you’re about to see the gates to Heaven. He holds your body, making sure to feel every nerve in your body fire off into euphoria. You don’t even know what you’re saying, you just know it’s an iteration of his name and a bunch of cuss words as you reach your peak.

You were absolutely obsessed. You knew it as soon as the come down brought back your vision and you saw Joel. He was throwing his head back while painting your insides with his cum. He looks so delicious, his entire toned upper body glistening with sweat. 

He had to be the only man in the world, in that moment. 

Once he pulls out, you truly realize how sensitive your core is. You shiver, feeling his cum trickling down your backside. You wanted to laugh at the absurdity of the situation. You just fucked your boyfriend’s brother. And it was the best sex you’d ever had in your life. 

You thought you’d feel that all too familiar regret, but instead you just look over at Joel as he flops down next to you. He’s staring at you, a slight smirk playing on his lips. You were trying to find the right words to say to him. He just did the Lord’s work. 

Do you say thank you?

“You okay,” He asks while he runs his hand up your arm, causing goosebumps to litter your skin. 

You grin, “I’m okay.”

“Do you want to stay here tonight?” 

He was worried you’d go home and see Tommy passed out on the couch where he left him and regret everything. He knew you would probably stay here anyway, but he anticipated you taking the guest room next to Sarah’s. 

But you weren’t going to take the guest room. No, you wanted to spend the rest of the night in his arms. Maybe even go for round two. 

“As long as I get to stay right here,” You purr, taking his hand from your arm. You bring it up to your lips and kiss his fingers, “Right beside you.”

END

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[stealyourblorbos]

Tommy’s what we used to call a “joiner”. Dreams of becomin’ a hero. Wants to save the world...

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[rustys-lodge]

hi love, can i request a Shelby sister fic where she’s kind of like sandie (last night in soho) where she dreams of making it big as a showgirl and she meets a man who promises her the world kind of like a pimp. she gets caught up in that showgirl life and her brothers do everything to stop her and she like loses it basically the plot of last night in Soho pretty much (re writing it cause i keep checking!)

Warnings : physical violence, prostitution, blood, murder, basically all the stuff that goes on in the movie.

A/N : i wrote half of this in class lol, i wish i could have posted it when you sent the request again but i had lots of homework. Anyways, i hope i didn't dissapoint. ❤❣

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"Close your eyes."

You can't. they're going to be looking back.

"Y/n, close your eyes!"

You can't.

"I said, close your fuckin' eyes."

"I fucking can't." You hurl the words out of your mouth like a rabid dog's bark.

You can't close your eyes. All you see is their faces. The faces of the men that used your silence for their own selfish pleasures. You couldn't close your eyes because all you could see was their slashed faces, more specifically, the blood gushing out, their irises wide, your own disgusting reflection firing in their terrified eyes and those tears that never seemed to dry.

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A few days ago, you were at your last straw, you were fighting that urge, that last one, the one that needed to go the most.

You hurried up the stairs, the soles of your feet stinging with every step you took. your hand took ahold of the handle, enhancing your balance and so, propelling you forward,helping you gain a few more crucial seconds, you hurried to the room, shutting the door closed just in time for him to get to you. You locked the door and pressed your back against it.

A loud bang vibrated the door you were leaning against. Startled, your heart thudded every time his fist collided with the wood.

Another bang sounded...And another one.... relentless and eager to get you to die. Your body shook to your core and you squeezed your eyes tight, the blue and the red lighting of the bistro still seeping through your shut eyelids.

You needed an escape. You needed to-

"Open this fucking door, you whore. You know you did this to yourself, now open this fucking door."

You needed to kill him. That's it.

You marched to the bed, tucking your hand under the pillow to retrieve the knife you so long hid under there. Your little protector. Your fingers tightly squeezed the handle and you walked back to the door, your hand eagerly pushing the handle down.

That's it. I'm doing it. I'm killing him.

As the door frame swung open, your agent, Jack, stood at the door, only his silhouette was apparent, his head was cocked to the side, he stared at you. Although his eyes were shadowed by his propelled brow ridge, you knew that he was staring. because you knew him. And you held the knife even closer to you. And you would've used it, if he hadn't barked at your face.

"You know you deserve it, slut."

You froze at the comment, not that it's the first time you heard it, it's the shock that comes with it every time, the sudden realization of your current situation, where you'd gotten and where you w-

A sudden ache etched from your jaw when Jack's palm violently made contact with it, snapping you out of your thoughts and sending you backwards, with a sudden rush of adrenaline.

You were more than ready to fight. but you needed not to die first.

You shifted away as Jack stormed over to you, bending down swiftly take ahold of your footbut your good reflexes were even faster, you kicked him backwards, hard. Hard enough to have him staggering.

"Stop it, slut." Jack's hand swung again, grabbing your ankle, hindering you from kicking again.

"Leave. Me. Alone." Your hand scrambled around for the knife that fell from your hand earlier but you got interrupted when jack's body suddenly jolted forward, crashing over your own body, squeezing the air in your lungs shut.

"I got him."

A voice that sounded like a divine presence spoke and you recognized it right away, hoarse and angry. You just couldn't bel-believ-believe....Or brea-breathe..

As the man's doubled weight got lifted off of you, you drew the deepest breath in, still unable to process or comprehend what had just happened.

"It's okay, sweetheart, we're here now."

Your eyes followed the voice, and figures of the Shelby brothers seemed to stand by the door, like angels guarding god's little creatures. One of them, Tommy, who reached his hand out for you. But still frozen, you didn't take it.

"It's okay, honey, he's gone." As you were unresponsive, He scooped you up from the ground you laid on.

"It's okay, honey, he's gone."

From the corner of your blurred eyes, you saw Jack's cadaver being kicked and spat on. You'd smile. But your jaw was too numb.

"It's ok-"

--

"it's okay, Sweetheart."

Your eyes roll to the back of your head, and you turn the other way, facing away from him.

A very frustrated sigh leaves his lips. He's still calm, though. "I told you i won't let anything like this ever happen to you again, sweetheart. I'm here now."

A second later the bed frame roars and Tommy is hugging you from the back;

For a very quick second you're about to startle, but Tommy proceeds by softly whispering into your ear first, "It's okay. It's just me." His arm envelops your chest, sending the warmth of his body vibrating into yours.

"I see them too. They may not be the same people but i see them too. Im here.".

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Hello, yall, i will be changing accounts soon. I'm going to start writing on the other one, if yall have any requests, please go on that one. ❤️❤️❤️🥀🥀🥀

#shelby sister #peaky blinder imagine #tommy shelby x sister!reader #shelby sister!reader #shelby tag #tommy shelby x sister #thomas shelby #peaky blinders #peaky blinders sister #peaky sister #late night in soho fic #sister!reader #sister x brothers

[warnersister]

“Peaky Blinders Masterlist”

Headcannons📽️🎞️

👩‍🍼How the Peaky boys react when you tell them you don’t want children

👼How the Peaky boys react when they find out the reader is a virgin

Isaiah Jesus♟️

♟️Dark! Isaiah Jesus x Reader -> you try to leave him

♟️Best Interest -> after your brother Tommy turns violent during an altercation about your love interest Isaiah; you run to your eldest sibling, Arthur for comfort (request)

Michael Gray🎱

🎱Intoxicating Toxicity -> song based headcannon

🎱Your Lethal Hand -> Tom killed your husband and now you shall retaliate

🎱Tea in the Cotswolds -> Michael is tasked with entertaining a wealthy business associate’s daughter while the rest talk business (author’s fav🩷🩷)

Luca Changretta🚬

🚬ultimatum -> your brother Thomas has a decision to make: your life or many

Alfie Solomons🧸

🧸the silent treatment -> you can’t stay quiet and mad at him forever, not if Alfie can help it

🧸if you’ll have me -> the oddly timed belated visit to his synagogue gave reason for Alfie to keep visiting (Jewish reader)

🧸by the book of liviticus -> how Alfie acts while his wife practises being a niddah (Jewish reader)

Finn Shelby🎞️

🎞️Pre Traumatic Stress Disorder -> Finn sees his brothers’ wives comforting them when they have a PTSD episode, why can’t he tell a little white lie and get the same treatment from you?

Tommy Shelby🪖

🪖Best Interest -> after your brother Tommy turns violent during an altercation about your love interest Isaiah; you run to your eldest sibling, Arthur for comfort (request)

Arthur Shelby🍺

🍺Best Interest -> after your brother Tommy turns violent during an altercation about your love interest Isaiah; you run to your eldest sibling, Arthur for comfort (request)

#masterlist #xreader #smut #fluff #warner sister #angst #x you #requests #Peaky blinders #Tommy Shelby #Shelby #Shelby brothers #Alfie solomons #John Shelby #Ada Shelby #Arthur Shelby #Finn Shelby #Michael gray #Isaiah Jesus #Peaky blinders imagine #imagine #headcannon #x reader smut #new masterlist #requests open #30s #vintage #Netflix #tumblr #gangster

[geeky-politics-46]

The inexplicable urge to write a Tommy Shelby story and title it "Save A Horse, Ride A Gangster" is strong.

Also, forget Red Right Hand. The theme song in my head is Pony by Ginuwine. I don't know why my brain has latched onto the horse riding thing so much with him.

It's also troubling to me that I find Arthur hot. I only slightly blame @call-sign-shark for fueling my fire for Arthur. Like he's a walking neon red flag. May have to try to work those issues out in a story for him too. At the very least, my therapist would be disappointed in me.

#tommy shelby #thomas shelby #peaky blinders #cillian murphy #save a horse #why is that so hot #tommy shelby x reader #tommy shelby x you #tommy shelby x y/n #thomas shelby x reader #thomas shelby x y/n #thomas shelby x you #tommy shelby smut #thomas shelby smut #peaky blinders smut #cillian murphy smut #shelby brothers #shelby brothers smut #my brain is in the gutter #i have zero clean thoughts #arthur shelby #arthur shelby smut #arthur shelby x reader #arthur shelby x you #arthur shelby x y/n

[ardentfan-45]

Tommy Shelby quotes 🌟

#peaky blinder fanfic #peaky fookin blinders #peaky blinders #arthur shelby #shelby brothers #john shelby #tommy shelby #thomas shelby #peaky blinder imagine #peaky blinders x reader #peaky fucking blinders #short quotes

[cilliansdove]

TOUCH ME || tommy shelby oneshot

pairings : tommy shelby x fem!reader

warnings : smut

rating : 18+

summary : Y/n can’t sleep. Only the touch of her beloved will set her to sleep.

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Twisting and turning in her sleep, Y/n woke in a hot sweat. Her forehead felt like it was on fire and she pulled the duvet straight off of her.

Her naked body spread out on the mattress trying to get some cool air too it.

She huffed out in annoyance. There was a clear throbbing coming from her heat, “Explains why I’m so hot,” Y/n said to herself.

Beside her, Tommy was flat out. He didn’t get much sleep these days, which was why she wouldn’t wake him just to fulfil her needs. It would be selfish of her.

Y/n began to trace her sore breasts, swirling her fingers around the hard nubs. Whilst one hand stayed there, the other trailed down her body until it reached the bottom of her abdomen.

Trying to be quiet, she sucked on two of her fingers and then brought them back down to where she needed them.

She felt around her clit, in a way to dampen herself up, but it wasn’t working.

“Fuck sakes,” she groaned out.

Thinking of what to do, she just continued to rub her clit and squeeze her breast whilst thinking of the most dirty things Tommy would do to her.

“Ohhh…Tommyy-” she whined, but silenced it by covering her mouth. Internally, Y/n was panicking as it was quite loud.

Feeling herself get wet, Y/n brought her fingers closer to her hole, clenching around nothing.

To release her built up tension, she plunged her fingers knuckle deep into her gaping hole, moaning out quietly.

“Please, Tom,” she whimpered, knowing he wouldn’t answer, “Please, please, please touch me. Please touch me, oh my god!”

She was completely shocked that she hadn’t woken her husband up yet.

Tommy groaned as he began to wake up. The fuck is all the noise?

Turning his head around to look at Y/n, he saw her covered in a layer of sweat, attempting to pleasure herself whilst calling out for him.

The head of his cock throbbed for her at the sight. Fuck.

“Tommy-”

“Yes, Y/n?” He smirked.

Y/n pulled her fingers out quickly and sat up straighter. She had never been so embarrassed even though she was in the presence of her husband.

Tommy brushed her thigh in comfort, “Why didn’t you wake me up, Love? You know I would’ve helped you out.”

“I-I dunno, Tom,” she started, “You haven’t slept properly in ages and I thought It’d be selfish of me to wake you for my own desires.”

“I’ve done that to you, have I not?”

Y/n nodded her head, “But that was different,” she couldn’t help but argue back.

“How?”

“I get good sleep all the time. I wouldn’t bat an eye on missing one night of sleep to help you out, Tom.”

Tommy motioned for Y/n to cuddle into him. She did so, and rested her head on his shoulder as her fingers drew lines on his chest.

“I understand, Love. But I rarely get sleep these days. Helping you feel better would probably help me sleep…as long as I know you’re okay and well,” he kissed the top of Y/n’s head.

“You’re all that matters to me, Y/n. I’ve never loved someone as much as I do, you. You’re kind, compassionate. You care for others even if they don’t care as much for you. You’re selfless and I’ll forever love you for it. But I’m asking you. Put yourself first. Just for once.”

His words warmed her heart and she could’ve sworn his heart beat a tad faster than normal.

“Alright, Tom.” She agreed.

“Tell me what you want,” he whispered.

She looked up at him, lust clouding her vision, “You.”

That was all she needed to say for Tommy to flip them both. His lips clashed with Y/n’s in a hungry kiss.

She ignored him of passage to her tongue and he grunted. Y/n couldn’t help but give in, and his tongue invaded into her mouth so perfectly.

He was perfect.

Tommy’s hands were trailing further and further down her naked body but one came back up to rest on her breast.

“Touch me, Tom,” Y/n begged, “please. I’ve gone an hour without release, I am begging you plea-” Tommy’s fingers curled into her swiftly, causing Y/n to moan out, “Ohh, fuck that feels so good.”

He smiled as he watched his wife whimper and moan at his actions. It made him feel smug. He had her all to himself. How lucky.

The rise of his hard-on, became prominent and there was no hiding it.

His wife was clenching every few seconds, “You’re close.”

She hummed in response and her hips thrusted upwards in attempt to release her tension but just as she was on the edge…he pulled away.

Y/n gasped at him in fury, “Thomas! You can’t do that!”

“Can. And just did.”

She stared at him whilst trying to catch her breath. The duvet had completely fallen off of the bed, leaving Tommy’s hard-on clear to see.

“Want a hand?” Y/n offered.

“Rather your mouth,” Tommy smirked.

Complying with his request, Y/n got Tommy to lay against the pillows so she could rest her hands on his thighs.

She swivelled the hair from her face and knelt so she was face to face with his cock.

Her finger traced the drooling head, slowly. Tommy practically whimpered at her. For her.

Ducking her head down, Y/n brought her lips to his head, and started working her hands to pump him.

In response, Tommy had thrown his head back, panting, “Oh, that’s it, Love,” he praised, “Just like that, fuck!”

Y/n smiled and sucked on his head. Removing her hand she gagged around his length as her mouth moved further and further down his long and throbbing length.

She felt hands on the top of her head, pushing her down even further.

As the air began to leave her, Y/n tapped Tommy’s thighs and he let go immediately.

“Holy fuck, Y/n. You got a good mouth on you, baby. But I really need you to sit on me.”

Y/n whined and crawled up to hover above his cock.

Grabbing it gently, she rubbed it through her soaking folds, before sinking down on his length slowly, “Tom, ohh, Tom- it- feels…ohh!” Y/n moaned.

As she bounced on his cock, Tommy stroked the fair falling into her face.

The both of them had a beautiful glow on them. Both from the light, and the sweat they were making.

For Tommy, the pace was too slow. Deciding to take control, he flipped them both again to thrust in and out of her in missionary.

Tommy picked up Y/n’s legs to rest on her shoulders and bent them so he could fold down into her.

His lips met hers in a sloppy kiss, so hard to make one full kiss as Y/n was drowning in his hold.

“Fuck, Y/n/n. I’m so close, Love,” Tommy said out of breath.

Bringing a hand down to her clit, Tommy rubbed fast circles around it in hopes they would cum together.

“C’mon, Love. Come with me, please,” he begged.

Y/n never heard Tommy speak in ways like this. Although, in bed, he was a completely different person. But she loved it. And she loved him.

As her walls started to clench, Y/n’s head tipped into the side of the pillow and her hands scrunched at the ends of Tommy’s hair.

Her legs were falling and shaking, with one last thrust, she came.

“Fuckkk!”

Tommy continued to thrust into his beloved, chasing his own orgasm, “Jesus Christ, Y/n, I’m gonna come…fuck!”

Within a few quick thrusts, he came inside Y/n. His hot spurts flowing through her.

Restless, he let go of her legs and they shook against the mattress. Tommy leant all of his weight on Y/n, and tucked his face into her neck.

“Thank you, Tom,” Y/n whispered, “I love you.”

She tangled her hands into his hair, stroking it soothingly.

“I love you too, doll, “Tommy lifted his head from her neck, “But I think I should clean you up now, Love, hmm?”

She smiled at him and gazed lovingly at Tommy, “Please,” she replied.

Tommy lifted himself up off of her, and from the bathroom, brought back a wet cloth.

Sitting his beautiful wife up, he spread her legs to wipe her clean, “You okay, ay?” Tommy checked.

“Mhm, I’m just tired.”

“Tired you out, did I,” Tommy laughed slightly.

Y/n picked up one of Tommy’s hands and fitted her fingers between his, “Maybe,” she shrugged.

Tommy had finished cleaning her up, but took a minute just to look at her. He couldn’t believe how lucky he was to marry someone like her. Couldn’t believe it at all.

“I’ll turn the lights out in a minute. Try get some rest, Y/n/n,” Tommy tilted his head to try convince her. However, by now, she didn’t need much convincing.

“Okay, thank you, baby,” Y/n accepted.

“Always,” he bent over to kiss her still damp forehead, “Get some rest and I’ll be up in a bit, yeah?”

Y/n just nodded her head, too tired to reply in words.

Tommy stayed true to his words. After going downstairs for a glass of water and a few cigarettes, he came back up.

What he found was his wife spread out over the entire bed, with her messy hair, snoring softly.

Gently tucking her into her side of the bed, Tommy joined her, and held her into him. Just how he liked it. Just how she liked it.

Within minutes, both now, were sleeping. In the dead of night. When all was quiet. And their hands held.

#tommy shelby #smut #fluff fic #fluff fluff fluff #peaky fucking blinders #peaky blinders #peaky blinder imagine #y/n #y/n fanfic #oneshot #nighttime #cant sleep #a restless truth #tommy shelby x reader #tommy shelby x fem!reader #finn shelby #ada shelby #thomas shelby #the shelby brothers #john shelby #arthur shelby #peaky blinder fanfic #itvx #tumblrpost #fyp

[thewordypeach]

Forbidden Fruit

Forbidden Fruit (Flesh Without Blood)

pairing: Joel Miller x fem!reader, Tommy Miller x fem!reader word count: 3.1k warnings: 18+, NSFW!!, smut, no use of y/n, incest (stepsibling!!), threesome, oral (f and m receiving), unprotected penetration x2, anal, double penetration, dirty talk, creampiessss summary: You dreamed of being in their orbit, and now, you're the sun, and they're planets. author's note: as requested, a sequel to Flesh without Blood! i hope you enjoy. i have some other stories in the works, so keep an eye out for those! xoxo the wordy peach &lt;3

The door to the apartment opens, and two familiar voices flood the small space. Naked and ready, you call out, “I’m in here!”

You’ve been waiting all afternoon for Joel and Tommy, pussy hungry, aching from the lack of attention. Your brothers walk into the room, and their reaction to the scene before them makes you vibrate with anticipation.

As they peer at you, their exhaustion dissipates, elation replacing it. You blush as they devour your naked, willing body. A sheepish smile flickers across your face, eyes shifting between them as you meekly ask, “Who is going to take me first?” 

They glance at each other, and their lips slowly curve into a grin. You wait, feeling downright nervous. You’re worried that they will reject you - but thankfully, Tommy answers, “We were thinking both of us….”

Anticipation floods your core, and excitedly, you gaze at them. After that fateful night, all you wanted was for them to fuck you simultaneously; you didn’t care how. You just wanted both of their cocks inside you -

 “At the same time?” Your question comes out in a rush.

Tommy gives a quick nod, confirming, “At the same time,” 

Immediately, your body begins to squirm. You can’t hold back the excitement. You’ve been very keen on this fantasy, but Tommy and Joel have hesitantly resisted it. You think it’s absurd; they’ve already shared your hole once before - Joel literally fucked your used pussy directly after Tommy came inside. So, what’s a little double penetration? 

“What changed your mind?” You move to the bed, lying down on it. Tommy watches your tits bounce, noting how your nipples are perky and alert. Joel is busy looking at your thighs, waiting to catch a glimpse of your slit; he’s disappointed when your legs clamp shut as if you’re shy about it. 

“We wanted to show you how much we love you, Nic….” Joel finally speaks up, his voice gruff and low. You watch as he moves to one side of the mattress, and out of the corner of your eye, you see Tommy going to the other side. They both sit down, the bed dipping down in the process. In tandem, their hands move to touch you. Tommy immediately fondles your chest, kneading the pillows of flesh; Joel’s hand races down to your naked thigh, spreading it open. 

Your heart pounds at their calloused hands, giving you dual pleasure, and you try to differentiate between their touches for a moment: Joel’s touch is soft, and Tommy’s touch is rough. You love both. Each touch brings out a different feeling, and your body floods with arousal, pussy mounting with wetness, ready to be ravished. Joel's palm is at your thigh, his fingers trailing over the sensitive skin before finally ghosting over your slit, making you shudder. 

It glistens in the light, and Joel licks his lips. He looks like he’s starving. You eye him as he teases the exterior, circling your juices around your slickness and thumbing your clit. Joel shifts his body to lie between your thighs, and once settled, his mouth seals over your pussy. 

“Oh, shit,” You moan, head tilting back, watching as his strong jaw works to lap up every ounce of your sweet nectar that drips out of your tight hole. Suddenly, your attention turns from Joel to Tommy, who suckles at your tits and squeezes them repeatedly. The warmth of their mouths on your most sensitive parts is almost too much to bear, and you are quickly raptured into a state of pure ecstasy. 

You run a hand through the hair of both, breathlessly giggling, “This is quite the sight….” Your brothers only grunt in response, too busy for a proper answer. It makes your stomach flutter from being the center of their attention; it’s all you’ve ever wanted. You dreamed of being in their orbit, and now, you’re the sun, and they’re planets. 

Your chest heaves and your hips buck forward, desperate for Joel to give you more. His dexterous tongue drives you wild, but you want his skillful fingers inside. You squirm underneath Joel, trying to get his attention, when finally Tommy stops what he’s doing and barks at his brother, “Joel, just finger her already,” 

And Joel, the one who hates taking orders, obeys. His thick digit circles your hole, and he slides it in - past his knuckle - and you take it so well that Joel adds a second. You gasp at the intrusion as your muscles reluctantly stretch around his appendages. Joel’s tongue cruises delightfully up your folds, parting them to massage your pulsating clit. A growing pleasure mounts your body, and you’re writhing beneath your brothers, desperate for the release. 

“Are you gonna cum on Joel’s face?” Tommy asks, lifting his head to yours and pressing his nose into your cheek. He peppers kisses along your jaw to your ear, nibbling the lobe and dodging his tongue inside. Your teeth sink into your lower lip, concentrating on the sensation radiating between your thighs. 

Tommy hums, “Hmm? Tell me, Nic - is Joel gonna make you cum?” 

“Ye-yeah,” You nod, grinding into Joel’s face as his tongue and fingers coax your body to the edge. Your hand threads itself through your older brother’s hair, tugging it as he continues his relentless assault. You tell Tommy, “Joel’s gonna make me cum,” 

“Cum for him,” Tommy orders as he wraps his fingers around your neck, applying the slightest pressure, “Cum for Joel -”

You love this side of Tommy. Hearing him be assertive and controlling triggers something feral, and those sweet, sinful nothings have you climaxing; it’s the type that seizes your body and have you clenching your teeth and eyes screwing shut as you call out, “Fuckkkk - mmm cumming!”

Your pussy convulses, walls clenching around your brother’s fingers, drenching them. Your hips rise off the bed, and Joel’s mouth remains attached, continuing to nudge your clit over and over. You shudder, gulping down air, filling your greedy lungs as your body floats back down to earth. 

“Mmm, good girl,” Tommy hums, removing his hand from your throat. A tingle shoots through your body from his compliment, and your eyes snap open, watching him unzip his pants and pull his cock out. The sight of it makes you salivate. 

Tommy asks, “Wanna taste your brother’s cock?” He already knows the answer. He can see it in your face and how your eyes are glued to his length. He steps forward, and your mouth opens, feeling his thickness push past your lips until your mouth has sheathed him. Your tongue swirls over his bulbous crown, making him groan. He holds your hair away from your face, still unbelieving that he gets to experience his sister’s mouth.

“Fucking love this filthy mouth of yours, Nic,” Tommy’s approval is encouraging and spurs you on, and your tongue keenly slides over the smooth, taut skin, pussy swelling at the memory of him filling you up with his seed. Hearing Tommy grunt and groan, mixing with the sounds of you sputtering around his cock has Joel grinding into the mattress below. His cock, unbelievably hard, strains against his jeans and begs for release. 

So, reluctantly, Joel removes his mouth from your pussy. You don’t seem to notice, instead focusing on your other brother’s cock. Joel quickly undresses and returns to place his body between your thighs, nudging them open and splaying them apart. He glides the tip of his cock up and down your folds, juices coating it.

You feel Joel pushing his cock into your entrance, and you groan, mouth full of Tommy’s cock, as your tight hole opens just enough to let Joel in. At first, your velvet channel is resistant; inch by inch, Joel sinks in until you have swallowed him entirely. You mewl, realizing you have both of your brother’s cock inside. But not in the way you pictured -

“Shit, Nicky….” Joel slowly rolls his hips back, and with each word, he thrusts, growling, “So. Fucking. Tight.” You sputter around Tommy’s cock; your pussy is so full, so stretched, but it’s not nearly enough. You want more. You need Tommy’s cock inside there too. 

Hand still pumping Tommy’s shaft, you pull your mouth off and ask: “Joel, is this room for Tommy?”

Your question catches off both of your brothers, who glance at each other before looking at you. You have this innocent, insatiable expression written across your face - you wait, a single eyebrow raised. You’ve rendered them speechless.

“Uh, what do you mean, Nic?” Joel asks his cock still inside.

“I mean, I want you and Tommy inside -” You suck in a breath before huffing out, “The same hole,”

“Holy fuck, Nic….” Tommy mutters, running a hand over his face and stalling as he tries to wrap his head around the suggestion, “You’re fucking nasty,”

You don’t know if that’s a compliment or an insult, but regardless, your cheeks redden, murmuring, “I know….mm’sorry -”

Joel swoops down, capturing your face with his hands, peering at you with his limpid brown eyes, “No need to be sorry, darlin’...”

“Joel, are you seriously considering it?” Tommy asks, incredulous. Despite his uncertainty, Tommy’s cock remains hard, which tells you the double penetration doesn’t entirely turn him off.

Joel looks at his brother and shrugs, admitting, “I’ll try anything once. You know this, Tommy,”

Meanwhile, you’re laying there, velvet walls still wrapped around Joel’s cock, waiting. You don’t want to push Tommy into something if he’s uncomfortable, and you think of a compromise. “What if you fuck my ass instead, Tommy?”

Tommy groans, and you feel his shaft quiver in your hand - he liked that suggestion. Slowly, you start to move your hand, jerking his cock again. His eyes shut close, pausing to think. As your hand squeezes his thick crown, he shudders, “Yeah… yeah, I’ll fuck your ass,” 

You waste no time, keen to capitalize on your fantasy. Of course, you’re nervous. You’ve never had anal sex, but you trust Tommy and Joel. You feel safe with them, and you know that if it’s going to be anyone, you rather it be one of them - 

“Joel, lay down,” You instruct. Joel listens, positioning himself underneath your body. His hands quickly find your hips as you settle in his lap. Joel sees and feels your exhilaration, watching you shift down, pressing your chest into his and raising your ass - meanwhile, your eyes are on Tommy, who is shuffling onto the bed.

As Tommy pumps his cock, his stomach flutters. He feels jittery as a rush of adrenaline whooshes through him. Eagerly, you wiggle your hips, giggling. Joel hasn’t seen you like this in years, nor has Tommy. An inexplicable force drives Joel to grab your face and kiss you with such passion that you feel it in your core. Joel’s tongue meets yours, intertwining as Tommy’s face dips down, and you feel his big hands smoothing over your cheeks before his mouth closes in on your sensitive asshole. You gasp, body tensing. 

“Relax, Nic,” Joel whispers between kisses, “Or else his dick won’t fit,”

You nod, closing your eyes as Tommy preps your puckered knot by moving a finger and swirling his spit and your pussy juices around it. The sensation sends a jolt of bliss through your body and leaves you wanting more, and Tommy does just that. He gently pushes the tip of his finger inside, commenting, “How does it feel, Nic?”

You moan, confessing, “Good,”

But your body is still hesitant, and Joel can tell. He encourages, “Take a deep breath,” you listen, filling your lungs with a long and deep inhale before exhaling slowly. During your tantric breathing, Tommy can slip his entire finger in, causing you to hiss in surprise. 

“How’s our girl doing, Joel?” Tommy asks as he stops, letting you get used to his finger being in a taboo body part. Joel looks at your strained face and notes how you are biting your lip and how your eyes are still shuttered close.

“Add another finger, Tommy,” Joel instructs, and with that, Tommy adds a second finger. Your eyes spring open as a slight squeal escapes from your mouth. Once more, Joel is instructing you to relax, his voice more demanding than before. He’s enjoying your expression of discomfort, and he swears his cock is getting harder because of your pain - after all, you are the dirty slut who wanted this. You wanted Tommy’s cock inside your ass, and you’ll get fucking it.

The room has filled with your laboured breathing, and soon enough, your hips are rocking backward to meet Tommy’s pistoning fingers. You’re moaning and groaning as your brother stretches your asshole. Meanwhile, Joel is becoming impatient, and his cock is aching for release. He wants to fill your cunt with his seed - 

“Tommy, I think she’s ready,” Joel says, continuing to talk about you as if you’re not even in the same room. It’s as if Joel has reduced you to a mere object, and it only adds to the fire already burning in your core. 

Tommy nods, withdrawing his fingers, leaving you feeling empty, but it’s quickly forgotten about because Tommy is there again, this time pressing the head of his cock against your taboo entrance. You hear him spit and feel his homemade lubricant dripping down before Tommy starts to ease himself inside. The pressure relents and opens just enough to let his cock through.

Your jaw slackens, and your mouth gapes open. It’s a pain mixed with pleasure. It’s the feeling of being full yet yearning for more. Your breathing, still laboured, comes out sharp and tight. 

“Relax,” Joel reminds you. He’s holding your hips, trying to pry them apart more than they already are. Meanwhile, Tommy’s hands knead your plump mounds of flesh, spreading your cheeks apart. Your brothers are practically ripping you in half. And, of course, you love every damn second of it. 

“Mmm, you like this, Nic?” Tommy grunts, “You like my cock in your ass?” he doesn’t wait for your answer and plunders forward, stuffing the first couple of inches of his cock inside. The feeling is indescribable. 

“Oh, Tommy, I love it,” You whine, despite the soreness surging through your body. Joel writhes beneath you, jutting his hips upward. He needs to be inside you now, and he reaches down to hold his cock up. Joel waits, and the next time your hips sink, the head of his cock slides into your molten wetness. Your head tosses back, and you cry out. 

The pain is sharp and punches through your core. It’s official. Your pussy and ass have been claimed by your brothers, and now both of their cocks are being sheathed by your holes, separated only by a thin veil of skin - forbidden fruit has never tasted so sweet. 

You feel their thick cocks ribbing their way inside your holes. You swear you can feel every ridge and vein as they move in tandem. You feel so full, so complete. The sensation is otherworldly, and hearing Tommy and Joel grunt together is simply exquisite. 

“Fuck, Nic,” Tommy hisses, “You like being filled by your brothers’ cocks?”

“I do, I fucking do,” You moan, pressing your hands into Joel’s chest, fingers gripping his bulky chest muscles as you struggle to remain composed because each time Tommy slams into your ass, it sends your pussy up Joel’s cock. It’s a rhythm you have no control over, and all you know is that it’s building you toward a very powerful orgasm -

The three of you are breathing heavily, moaning, and coiling together in an act so sinful that neither of you can believe it’s happening. Joel is losing himself in the winding bliss, knowing he won’t last much longer as he undulates his hips to match his brother’s thrusts. It’s a position Joel never thought he’d be in, and he enjoys it. Maybe a bit too much. 

Tommy’s eyes are screwed shut, and his hands grip your ass so tight it’s sure to leave bruises on your peachy flesh. He feels the tension in his balls tightening, and he wants to slow down to prolong the threesome, but Tommy can’t. Something inside yearns for the release, so much so that it practically burns him from the inside out. Tommy tosses his head back, throat bobbing, licking his lips, “Fuck, Nicky - I’m gonna cum,”

“Cum in my ass, Tommy,” You reply, noting how Tommy’s tempo quickens. The speed at which your brother drives his cock in and out of your forbidden hole produces a feral cry that sounds deep in your core.

“Joel,” You pant, eyes fluttering down to the brother beneath you, “Are you gonna cum in my pussy?”

His eyes are screwed shut, and a look of concentration flickering across his face. Joel nods, grunting in response because words evade him. He can’t think; he can’t speak. He can only chase the thrill of his sick kink of filling his sister up to the brim with his spunk.

“Cum in my pussy,” You encourage, watching Joel’s face redden at the request. You repeat, “Cum in my pussy, Joel,” Your words push him off the edge, and he’s shoving his hips into yours, cock surging with cum that floods your warm, velvety hole. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” is all Joel can say. His chest is heaving as his orgasm punches through his core, sending yet another blast of cum into you. Tommy is next, having lasted a few seconds longer than Joel, and you feel Tommy’s cock turns rigid, and his moans turn into primal sounds of his release.

As Tommy shoots his load deep in your ass, your climax peaks, and heat sears through your body. You cry out as an orgasm rips through your body, tearing you apart. Pleasure surges, assaulting your senses. Your pussy and ass violently clamp down on your brothers’ cocks, milking the leftovers. The ecstasy is overwhelming and neverending, and you can’t help but collapse into Joel’s chest, body completely spent.

#joel miller x you #joel miller x reader #tommy miller x you #tommy miller x reader #the miller brothers #tlof fic #tlof #tlof smut #smut #fan fic #thewordypeach #thewordypeachwrites #pedro pascal joel miller #gabriel luna tommy miller #Stepbrother!Joel #Stepbrother!Tommy #wpw

[pascalsbby]

thinking of reader laying over his lap for however many days they travelled. your shoulder tucked against his belly, denim rubbing your back raw. of course- he had to move his gun to a different spot, he ‘don’t want it bothering ‘ya’- as if there wasn’t something bigger in the way.

as if his gun wasn’t the reason you were draped across him right now, tommy keeping pace beside you both.

the devil & his brother

#thinking thots #joel miller #pedro pascal #tlou #the last of us #joel miller x you #joel miller x y/n #tommy miller #tdahb #the devil and his brother #tommy x you #pascalsbby #pedro x reader #joel miller fanfiction #tlou fanfiction

[runnning-outof-time]

A Bad Habit | Shelby Brothers x Reader

(Also wasn’t sure for this gif...so enjoy the Shelby bros again)

Request: yes by anonymous

Pairing: Shelby Brothers x reader-preference blurbs

Summary: How Arthur, John, and Tommy would react to their partner's habit of biting her lips when something's bothering her.

Warnings: blood, langauge, mentions of violence (typical to series)

Word Count: 2563

A/N: another one that I put myself into...as I realize that I bite my lip regardless if I’m worried or not haha. Enjoy! :)

Let me know if you’d like to be tagged in stories similar to this!

———

-Arthur-

(Y/N) was sitting in the chair by the fireplace, bouncing her leg out of habit until the front door to her home opened. Her head snapped to the entryway and she breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that it was Arthur who'd entered the house.

"Arthur," she said as she quickly stood from the chair to meet him halfway in the kitchen.

"There a fire or somethin', love?" he questioned with a grin, accepting the quick kiss that she gave him before he stepped back to look her up and down, "you alright?" he asked, his eyebrows furrowing as he noticed her jittery nature.

"Yeah, yeah," she nodded her head as she took her bottom lip between her teeth and bit on it, "yeah, I'm alright."

"Then what's got you on edge?" he couldn't help but ask, turning his head slightly to show his inquisitive nature.

"I just, uh, had a rough day at work today," she said with a sigh, going back to biting her bottom lip when she finished speaking.

"You wanna talk about it?" Arthur asked then, finally removing his peaked cap and suit jacket so that he could hang them on the hooks next to the archway that connected the living room to the entryway.

"If you don't mind listening," she was hesitant to accept his offer as she placed her hand on the back of one of the dining chairs so that she'd be able to lean her weight on it.

"Not at all," Arthur smiled at her.

"I keep getting blamed for things that aren't my fault," she started, breathing out a sigh as she bit on her lip slightly, "and then I feel so underappreciated by my boss that whenever I do something, it's just kind of brushed over. And then today, Samantha pointed out that the lessons weren't fixed and everyone agreed that it was my turn to do them, but it wasn't I know it wasn't, and now my boss has got me in his sights for absolutely nothing," she finished off her rambling by biting on her bottom lip some more, her feet taking her back and forth in the same path a couple more times. "I just don't understand how they can be so rude to me over absolutely nothing. Like does it make sense to you that they would..."

"Your lip's bleeding, love," Arthur's voice cut off (Y/N)'s rambles, making her stop in her tracks and look towards her boyfriend with confusion on her features. "Your bottom lip," he gave some clarification, making her take her lip between her teeth yet again. This time, however, she noticed the metallic taste of blood.

"Shit," she muttered, as this was now another thing for her to worry about. She then moved over to the kitchen counters, where there was a rag sitting next to the sink. She wet it slightly before holding it against her lip, making sure that the bleeding would stop.

"You shouldn't let what those people say worry you so much, (Y/N)," Arthur said after a few moments of silence had passed.

(Y/N) sighed and shook her head before she removed the rag from her lips to check if the bleeding had stopped. "It's a bloody bad habit of mine," she said as she set the rag back onto the counter before turning and resting her back against it.

"A bloody bad habit for sure," Arthur cracked a joke, smiling with satisfaction when (Y/N)'s straight-faced expression melted away upon hearing his words. "And it's something those people aren't worthy of getting you to do," he continued as he stepped closer to her. "Tell ya what...we're working really hard at getting the tracks under our control, and once they are, you can quit that job of yours, yeah?" he reasoned with her, a grin on his face. "You'll have more money then all of those other teachers combined." (Y/N) couldn't help but smile as she rested her hands on top of Arthur's shoulders. "Things are gettin' better, my love," he promised her as he looked into her eyes.

"Thanks, Arthur," she smiled at him. She was unsure of what she was even thanking him for, but saying it just felt right in the moment.

"You've just gotta hold out at that place for a little longer," he continued on with his plan for her future; for their future. "Just until then we've gotta make sure that you don't get so worried about anything that you cause your lips to bleed."

(Y/N) only nodded at his statement and smiled as he leaned in and pressed a kiss to his cheek. She then allowed him to take her hand and lead her over to the couch, where they sat and cuddled up by the fire. It was in his arms that the stresses of (Y/N)'s day slowly melted away

——

-John-

"Mummy, mummy! You're never gonna believe what happened to Max today!" Katie Shelby exclaimed as she ran into her home on Watery Lane.

(Y/N) and her husband, John, were both sitting at the table. She was drinking some tea and John was reading the newspaper, but when their eldest daughter ran into the house, they both sent each other a glance. "What happened?" (Y/N) asked after turning her attention to her daughter, who was now standing in the kitchen with her hands on her knees as she tried to steady her breathing. It was obvious that she’d ran all the way home.

"He...he got into a...fight with another boy...in our grade," she got out in between the panted breaths she was taking, but (Y/N) heard her message loud and clear. In a second, the older woman’s eyes were wide and her mouth was gaped.

"Where is Max, Katie?" she asked her daughter with raised eyebrows.

"He was with some boys. I told him that I was gonna come home and tell," Katie answered without a second's pause.

(Y/N) looked to John then, a glare on her face when she saw that he had his finger between his teeth; a tell-tale sign of him trying to hide his smile. John sent an innocent look to try and save face, and (Y/N) gave him the wide-eyed stare for a few more moments before turning back to Katie with a smile, "go up to your room and get started on your homework, dear," she said to the girl, who nodded and made her way to the stairs. "You're going to go find our son right now, John," (Y/N) then spoke to her husband in a tone that showed she wasn't going to take 'no' for an answer.

"He'll make his way home eventually," John still tried to brush her order off all while he kept his expression straight. He was trying so hard not to begin boasting about his oldest son getting into fights. He was able to see the torch being passed, but it was obvious that his wife wasn't too keen on the behavior, so he had to keep his excitement under wraps.

"John," she repeated, her eyebrows now raised.

Something in her expression evoked a slight tinge of fear within the Shelby man, and it made him stand from his chair and go to grab his coat from the hooks by the door. "I'll go get him," he told her as he made his way out the door.

By the time that John came back to the house with Max in tow, (Y/N) was pacing the length of the kitchen with her bottom lip trapped between her teeth. She couldn't even care about the slight amount of pain that she was feeling as a result of her worried habit; all that was on her mind at the moment was the well-being of her child.

It didn’t help when John proudly strode into the living area with Max behind him and a bright grin on his face. “Here he is with not a hair misplaced...did the Shelby name proud today,” he boasted as he moved aside so that (Y/N) could see the boy, who was cowering into himself because he knew what was coming from his mother.

(Y/N) couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief when she saw that her son was unharmed. Although she was unhappy about the fact that he’d got into a fight, she couldn’t help but feel proud that he managed to get through it unscathed. She did a surface level check of her own before she lowered herself slightly so that she was more on his level. The stern expression was back on her face as she spoke to him, “I’m very unhappy with you at the moment, young man. We are not supposed to be fighting at school. I want you to go up to your room and get started on your homework. I will be up to talk with you soon,” she told him and the boy nodded before he made his way to the stairs without saying a word.

(Y/N) stood straight again to look over at John, who had his eyebrows furrowed as he focused his gaze on her face. “What?” (Y/N) couldn’t help but ask with furrowed eyebrows.

“Is your lip bleeding?” he questioned, making her reach up to touch her lips before pulling her hand back to see that her fingers were now stained red.

She sighed and shook her head before bringing her bottom lip in between her teeth. She was able to taste the metallicity of the blood now, and it made her sigh again. “It’s a bad habit of mine. I do it without even thinking,” she said as she reached up to touch her lips again.

“You shouldn’t be doing that,” John stated in a matter-of-fact tone as he stepped closer to her, “I can’t have you damaging these precious lips,” he concluded his statement with a grin as he reached over to take her into his arms.

(Y/N) couldn’t help but roll her eyes at his second statement, a grin forming on her face as she then decided to play along with what he was proposing. “What do you reckon I do then?” she asked, her eyebrows raised slightly.

“Kiss me instead,” John answered simply, “give me a kiss every time you get worried,”

“You’ll be in store for a lot of kisses then, John...” she trailed off with a slight laugh, “there’s Shelby blood in them kids,” she reminded him, her words making his grin grow.

“Don’t think I’ll ever complain about that,” he told her, his smile widening still as he leaned in to kiss her lips.

——

-Tommy-

Tensions were high as Tommy stormed into the living quarters of 6 Watery Lane from the betting shop’s floor. He breathed a slight sigh of relief as he saw the person he was looking for. She was sitting on the couch and reading a book, completely oblivious to the storm that was making its way towards Small Heath. He wished that he could keep it that way, but she needed to know what was going on. She needed to know that there was a possibility that he could die today.

“Tommy?” her sweet voice pulled him out of his thoughts, and when he focused on her he saw that she was now looking in his direction with furrowed eyebrows.

“Come here, love,” he beckoned her over, unable to walk much further into the room because he knew that he needed to be going soon.

“What’s wrong?” (Y/N) inquired as she stood from the couch so that she’d be able to adhere to his directions. As she made her way over to him, she brought her bottom lip in between her teeth and bit on it slightly; something that she did whenever she sensed worry.

“There’s trouble comin’ into town. Kimber and his men are making their way here, and we’re outnumbered at the moment,” he began to explain to her, his hands falling onto her arms when she got in reach of him. He searched her eyes for a moment before continuing, “I don’t know what’s going to go on, but it may not be good, so I wanted to tell you before...”

“Before you get yourself killed, right?” (Y/N) filled in the blank before he was able to. Her words were spoken out of worry, and immediately her heart started racing at the thought of the worst possible thing happening to her partner. She took her bottom lip between her teeth and began biting on it again as a way to try and alleviate the anxiousness that she was feeling, but it wasn’t helping, so she kept biting harder.

“No,” Tommy shook his head slightly, “I won’t let that happen.”

“You can’t promise that,” she was quick to point out.

“I know that...” he trailed off, trying to think of a way to cover up his flawed statement; for her sake, “I’ve got a plan. Everything’s gonna be ok,” he spoke assuredly, his eyes not straying from hers.

(Y/N) couldn’t do anything other than blink rapidly in hopes to keep the tears at bay and bite on her lips in hopes that doing so would get rid of the worry that was filling up her body. “Your lip’s bleeding, love,” Tommy pointed out after a few moments had passed. He furrowed his eyebrows slightly then as he focused on her lips to make sure that he was seeing correctly.

“It’s what I do when I’m worried,” (Y/N) confirmed to him that her lip was indeed bleeding, “and I’m really, really worried right now, Tommy,” she stressed her statement as she glanced at him with widened eyes.

“There’s no need to be, (Y/N),” he again tried to put her fears to rest. “I’m going to be fine. I’m going to take down Kimber, finish this war, and then we’ll fucking celebrate, eh?” he laid out his plan, the grin on his face and his final statement doing the trick in making (Y/N) smile and laugh through her tears. His grin widened at the reaction he got from her, and he reached up then to take hold of her cheek. His thumb swiped across her bottom lip, effectively wiping away the blood that had risen from it. “Please don’t be doin’ this anymore...I don’t want your lips bein’ bloody when I come home and kiss you,” he said softly then, his eyes staying locked on his.

(Y/N) softly laughed again at his words before she brought her hand up to rest against his which was caressing her cheek. “I’ll try my best,” she told him, slightly leaning into the warmth that his hand was exuding.

“I’ve got to go,” he said after a few silent seconds.

“I’ll stay here,” she told him, mustering up the courage to continue thinking positive thoughts.

“Good,” he nodded, searching her eyes for a second, “I’ll be back soon,” he promised her, leaning in to kiss her lips before they broke their embrace so that he could leave and she could go find something to do to keep her mind off of what was about to happen.

———

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[ayowhatnah]

#x male reader #tommy shelby x male reader #peaky blinders x male reader #peaky blinders x brother reader #dad reader #famer male reader #himbo male reader

[strugglingwriterwattpad]

when the shelby’s need a cadaver body they knew of places to go to. but Alfie recommended a new name to the trio a female mortician who alfie had partner with to get all sorts of different things from. you name it she could get it. and thomas shelby liked that very much

#peaky blinders #thomas shelby #tommy shelby x reader #tommy shelby #the shelby's #the shelby brothers #birmingham #mortitian #cillian murphy #cillian murphy x reader

[jahayla-parker]

Hi! I've seen you want some fluffy requests. I have one if you're interested?

Tom gets the news that he has to shave his head for cherry. He's worried because he knows how much his girlfriend Y/N loves his hair.

When he gets it done, Y/N is shocked but also likes it in a way because she can run her fingers on top of it. They spend the night cuddling.

The next day, Tom goes to the cherry set with Y/N so they can film. They already started filming a couple months ago when Tom hadn’t shaved his head. They film the scene of Emily and cherry reuniting after cherry returns from Iraq. When they're done filming, they're in bed in Tom's trailer and Y/N can't stop stroking the extra bit of hair he had put on.

Can you just add a bunch of fluff scenes as well? Just them cuddling, kissing etc.

Hope you like it! 💕

Buzzing Nerves: Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: Tom is worried his girlfriend y/n won’t react well to him needing to get a buzz cut for his role in Cherry. Y/n makes it a point to reassure him.

Warnings: some minor self doubt, a little suggestive, spoilers for Cherry, cotton candy level fluff that may cause a cavity, one tiny curse word.

Notes/comments: thank you for this request! Sorry it took so long, I wanted to do right by it 🥰

I did change it a teensy tiny bit from your request (namely the time frame between his haircut and the post Iraq scene, explanation is in the story), so I hope that’s okay!

Tom paces back and forth outside a random sidewalk in Ohio, just down the street from the set where he’d been working for the last several months on his new movie Cherry.

He’d excused himself from set and wandered down here in a panic as to not embarrass himself in front of the Russo Brothers with his reaction to their recent decision.

Tom just received news that he’d have to get his hair cut for this film and to say he was nervous would be a major understatement.

His brother Harry was currently hunched over, clenching his hands against stomach, as he continued laughing at Tom.

“Mate, relax. You’ve had to do this before” Baz laughed slowly, finally getting himself together.

Tom nodded and paused his pacing as he considered the validity of Harry’s reminder.

Baz was correct; Tom had been required to change his hair for other projects in the past. And it had gone fine each time.

However, this time felt different as he was going to have his head completely shaved.

Tom knew his girlfriend Y/N loved running his hands through his locks and he was never one to pretend he wasn’t addicted to her doing that.

He kept wondering how was she going to react to him coming home with a shaved head?

Tom also wondered how he was going to manage not feeling her fingers trace through his hair in such a calming way.

This movie had already been a difficult one to get into character for given it’s dark theme.

Whenever he’d come home -which for the time being was a quaint Airbnb Baz, Tom, and y/n rented in Ohio a few miles from the set- he would be greeted with a hug from the brightest light in his life and everything would be forgotten.

Her hands would stroke his scalp as her fingers laced through his hair while she’d smile up at him, one hand around him to maintain her side of the hugging embrace.

No matter what he’d had to do that day or what was on his mind, he’d feel instantly better.

He felt safe and loved in her arms at all times; even before he started filming Cherry and was struggling with his mental health.

However, all of the things he loved about her and their relationship somehow meant even more to him when these changes took place.

It wasn’t that he ever took the things she’d do for him for granted. If he had, he knew he would have scolded himself to the point he’d never be able to make that mistake again.

Yet, when he started doubting himself and who he was outside of the movie, her love felt so much stronger to him.

As he processed these thoughts, he found himself beginning to pace again unintentionally.

“Tom” Baz said, placing his hand on Tom’s shoulder to stop him, “it’s just hair”.

Tom groaned but nodded, “I know Harry… but I… how is she going to react?”.

Harry raised a skeptical eyebrow at Tom, “y/n? Why are you worried about that? I’m ready to die from the disgusting sappy love between you too while crammed into the rental with you both”.

Tom blushed and laughed, his face reddening as he once again considered how loved she made him feel.

“She likes my hair” Tom sighed, biting his lip.

“Eww mate, ‘m didn’t need to know that” Harry groaned, rubbing his face.

“Not like that you arse!” Tom yelled protectively before sighing again.

“Thank God. But seriously either way, she’ll be fine” Harry assured him, trying to direct him back to set.

Tom clamped his hands together in front of him as he reluctantly followed Harry.

“I hope so” Tom sighed.

“She loves you, she will be fine with it even though you’ll look ridiculous” Baz said, turning to smirk jokingly at his older brother.

Tom groaned and glared at the back of Harry’s head as they walked in silence.

When they got back to set, Tom realized his luck was even worse than he thought.

He learned he wasn’t even going to be able to have time to warn y/n prior to it being done.

The Russo brothers wanted it done right away so they could promptly begin the rest of the scenes where he had to have a buzz cut.

This meant he didn’t even get one last experience of his love’s fingers in his hair before he’d have none for her to play with for months.

As if that wasn’t enough, he also learned they’d be filming it taking place to use as part of the movie.

Even if she would be okay with the results, Tom was certain y/n would not like watching the scene where someone was to take a razor to the hair she loved.

Plus, it meant he’d have to ignore all the emotions he was feeling when having it done and focus on playing the role of Cherry and expressing Cherry’s emotions instead.

“There you are. Ready?” Anthony Russo asked as he noticed Tom let out a loud breath as he approached the faux military barbershop portion of the set.

Tom forced a fake smile and nodded tightly as he made his way to his starting position. He allowed himself one more moment of concern before composing himself.

———

“Love…” Tom called out hesitantly as he and Harry entered the Airbnb.

Upon not instantly being tackled in a hug and kisses, Tom began to panic. Her lack of response made him even more concerned.

Turning to face Baz, he asked, “did.. did you already tell her?”.

Baz shook his head no and shrugged as he hung up the keys to their rental car.

“Darling? It’s Tom.. and Baz.. are you home?” Tom asked timidly as he began walking further into their shared home.

Tom’s scrunched features and frown disappeared upon seeing the love of his life dancing by herself as she cleaned her work station.

She had AirPods in and was presumably listening to music on full blast; as always, despite Tom having mentioned his worries for her hearing.

Tom chuckled to himself as he walked over to y/n, her back still to him as she wiped down the desk they’d bought for her to work from while they were in Ohio.

Tom was silent as he wrapped his arms around her from behind, knowing she wouldn’t hear him anyways.

Y/n jumped a little at first but quickly calmed down upon realizing it was her boyfriend.

She squeezed his hands that were resting on her torso before lifting her hands up to her head to remove her AirPods.

“Hey baby” Y/n hummed peacefully as she relished in his embrace.

“Hey sunshine” Tom greeted, his chest simultaneously beating out of his chest in anticipation for when she turned around and also slowing itself down as he took in her presence and love.

Y/n let out a tranquil sigh and smiled as Tom twisted his head to the left in order to kiss her cheek while still standing behind her.

“Missed you” Y/N said, her left hand coming up to run through his hair.

Tom internally flinched as he awaited her response. His recently formed peace lapsing again as he began to panic all over again.

Upon feeling a thin, stubble-like layer of hair instead of Tom’s normal soft and thick hair, Y/N’s hand froze and she stepped forward and out of his arms so she could face him.

Gathering enough composure to attempt to comprehend what she was feeling, she swung her body around until she was facing her boyfriend.

“T? What.. ummm… what the h-… what am I looking at?” Y/n asked, trying to not let her shock become offensive as she took in the sight before her.

Tom bit his lip and rubbed his neck, cringing as he felt the difference himself.

“The Russo Brothers wanted the military part to be… authentic…” he mumbled.

Y/n nodded and let her eyes graze over him as if seeing him for the first time.

“Love… I.. I know, I’m sorry. I promise it’ll grow back though” Tom pleaded, worry creeping in as she remained silent.

“Tom, baby. You don’t need to apologize” Y/n says, her gaze dropping down from his hair to look him in the eyes instead.

“But-.. we didn’t discuss this. And I know you liked my old hair” Tom sighs.

Realizing how much he was beating himself up over something so minor, Y/n giggles softly and wraps herself against his chest.

Tom instantly pulls her closer to him and stares down at her, his nerves pausing momentarily as he notices the loving look she’s giving him.

“I did. I do. Tom.. but, I love you more” she smiles, stroking the side of his face with her thumb.

Tom blushes and smiles graciously at her.

“It’ll take some time to get used to, that’s for sure” she admits, laughing softly as she lifts her hand.

“But, I’m sure I’ll grow to love this hairstyle too T. Besides, I can feel your head more like this” y/n adds, her hands going back up to his head.

Tom watches his selfless girl attempt to accustom herself with his practically nonexistent hair.

“You really don’t mind?” Tom asks, deciding to break the silent calm they’d built while her hands continued to trace across his head.

While he relished the normalcy of this behavior, he couldn’t ignore his need to know her true thoughts.

“Tommy. Look at me” Y/n pleaded, her hands on either side of his hair head.

Tom lowered his eyes from the wall behind her and looked at the woman he has grown to learn he cannot live without.

“I really don’t mind” she said, reciting his question verbatim so he couldn’t interpret it incorrectly.

“Come on,” she says, her fingers prompting tingles to flow through Tom’s body as she mindlessly dragged her nails softly against his scalp while leading him down the hall towards their bedroom.

“Love?” Tom asks, following her but confused as to where this was headed.

While he of course had no problem with wherever the night was going, he wanted to be sure she didn’t feel she had to prove to him how much she loved him or had to prove that she was okay with this. Especially when he knew she was probably tired from her own day today.

He’d be completely content just holding her, or her holding him, while they conversed under the blankets until they fell asleep.

He just wanted to be with her.

Unbeknownst to Tom, y/n’s thoughts were remarkably similar. She didn’t what Tom to keep speculating that she hated his hair, but also didn’t want him to think she was faking her reaction to reassure him.

But she wanted him to truly understand that nothing, especially not a hair cut, was going to change her feelings for him.

Y/n crawled into their bed, Tom following suit.

“I” Y/n says, kissing his left jaw.

“Love” she continues, kissing his cheekbone this time.

“You” y/n says, her lips pressing an open mouth kiss to his temple.

“T” she mumbles, her hands taking in what was left of his hair as her lips moved down to the right side of his face this time.

“So” she adds, kissing Tom’s right jaw.

Tom’s arms had not let go of her since joining her in their bed.

Instead, his arms were wandering around her precious frame while he closed his eyes in desire as her lips trailed his face.

“Damn”y/n comments, her lips on his right cheekbone.

“Much” she assures him, kissing his right temple.

Before Tom could compose himself and his thoughts enough to respond, y/n’s hands lowered to his face.

“Hair” she says, continuing a sentence Tom thought was over.

Y/N’s lips press against the right side of freshly shaved head.

Tom’s eyes flew open to look at the beautiful woman hovering over him.

“Or” she adds, kissing the left side of his head this time, the tingling sensation she’d been causing Tom to feel this whole time, increasing yet again.

“No” she says, kissing various places on/around his scalp tenderly as one of her hands went back up to feel the stubble again.

“Hair” she finishes, kissing his lips finally; Tom somehow melting in her arms even more.

Tom’s eyes trailed over her as she pulled back to look down at him. He felt his face flush as he realized how lovesick he must look.

He smiled and grabbed her hand from his hair and used that grip to hold her hand above her head as he eagerly but tenderly flipped the two of them until he was towering over her.

Tom leans down and kisses y/n’s delicious smile as he begins to take his time showing her how grateful he is for her.

—— A few months after——

Tom held y/n’s hand in his as they approached set again today.

They were on the final week of filming and Tom couldn’t be more excited to be approaching the end.

His hair had begun to grow back slightly, although he had been thoroughly assured y/n hadn’t minded the temporary change.

He himself however, missed his longer hair.

While she’d gotten herself adjusted to playing with his shorter hair, he had missed the way she’d unknowingly tug on his longer hair while cuddling and resulting in them getting closer to one another.

At this point he -as was required in the filming process for the purpose of showing how much time had passed - had a decent amount of his hair back and the crew was going to be assisting in making it seem even thicker and longer for his shoot today.

Being on the last week also meant no more surprises or tense scenes he had to prepare for.

Plus, Tom couldn’t wait to be able to relax with y/n and his family back in London.

Today they were to be filming the last few scenes of his character in prison and then going back and re-recording his reacquaintance with Emily from earlier in the movie after Cherry left Iraq.

The rest of the week would compose of reviewing the other scenes and reshooting as needed.

However, the Russo brothers had assured Tom the scenes where he was required to have a full buzz cut were successful and not needing to be reshot; much to Tom’s relief.

“I’m so proud of you baby. I know how hard this movie was for you” y/n/n whispers as she squeezes his hand.

“Thank you sunshine. You played a much bigger role in that success than I know you’ll ever accept credit for” Tom grins, squeezing her hand back.

—-

“Whew” Tom sighed, plopping down on the couch in his trailer.

Y/n giggled and pulled Tom up enough so she can join him and then rested his head on her chest.

Tom sunk in closer to her and closes his eyes as her hands begin stroking his head.

“You missed it huh?” Tom mumbled as he smirks up at her knowingly, his eyes remaining closed.

Y/n giggled nervously, making Tom’s heart flutter.

“A bit. To be fair, I never said I wouldn’t miss your longer hair” she reminded him, dragging her fingers from the top to the bottom of a single strand of his hair.

“True. I missed it too darling” Tom admitted in hopes it helps her not feel guilty.

“Mmm. You still looked hot” she promised, kissing his head, “but I do like the longer length more”.

Tom’s face reddened and he pressed his head into her chest as if concealing his blush.

“This fake hair is oddly realistic” Y/n said quietly, her fingers trailing over the extension portion of his hair.

“Mmm, wanting me to keep it in?” Tom asked, opening his eyes to look at her.

She kissed his nose and shook her head, “no, T. I can wait. It has grown back a lot already”.

Tom nodded, “good because it is itchy”.

Y/n laughed and shook her head at her insane boyfriend, “it itches and you were going to keep it in until your hair finished growing back?”

Tom bit his lip and shrugged, “if you wanted me to, yeah”.

“Thomas Stanley Holland, I love you. You do not need to do that, or anything else that makes you uncomfortable” she informed him, kissing his forehead.

“I love you too y/n/n, I just want you to be happy” he responded.

“I am T; I have you. That’s all I need to be happy baby” y/n commented, staring down at him.

“Good because you’ll always have me” Tom promised, kissing the back of her hand.

“We will be celebrating when it is done growing back in though” Y/n said suggestively, causing Tom to tilt his head up at her, a smirk on his face.

“Is that so?” He asked, intrigued.

Y/n hummed a yes and smirked at him before kissing his ear.

Tom sighed deeply and kissed her through his smirk, “does the fake hair count?”

“No” y/n teased, suppressing a laugh.

Despite knowing she wasn’t completely serious about cutting him off until then, he knew he needed to head back to set and now he has a cheeky way to excuse himself.

Tom pouted before standing up eagerly, “well, then I better go get more of those biotin supplement things!”.

Y/n laughed and shook her head as her boyfriend kissed her cheek before rushing back to set.

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Tommy, tubbo and ranboo with a older brother that's a streamer

Pairing: Tommy, tubbo, ranboo (seperate) X m!reader

Genre: fluff

Warnings: swearing, not proff read

Summary: how chat finds out about them having a older brother.

M/n=male name s/n=streamer name

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Tommy

He probably mentioned you in a stream by accident.

As soon as he realises what he said he tried to take it back. That's before chat blasts him with questions like 'can we see him' or 'you have to stream with him one day'

Would probably invite you to talk for a bit just so chat would leave him alone🥲

You guys stream together with ranboo and tubbo once and you guys just had fun.

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'do you have a sibling?' someone donated. Tommy was doing a chill stream. Just relaxing and answering some questions.

"yeah m/n's 2 years older than me" he answered not really paying attention to what he was saying.

Not untill chat starts freaking out. "Wait. I was just joking chat!" Fuckkkkk Tommy thought.

'we have to see him!' someone donated again. 'wait. M/n. Isn't that s/n' oh god here we go tommy sighed.

"Yes that s/n is my older brother. And no i will not stream with him. He's no cool like I am." Tommy said. "Hey!" The blonds smile droped as he heard his lovely brother yell from his room.

Both Tommy and chat could hear foot steps approaching his bedroom before the door opened reveling a very disappointed boy.

"I am cool for your information. Oh and while I'm down here. Your turn to do the dishes"

Tommy groaned and slid in his chair as you walked away laughing.

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Tubbo

Let's say one thing. Chat already knew, tho they've never see you. Only heard about you through the trio.

'can we meet m/n please!?' just like Tommy he would probably be doing a chill stream or just messing about.

"oh um yeah I'll see if he wants to"

Invites you to play Minecraft and/or stream on your account.

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Tubbo walked into the kitchen when he finished streaming and saw you, remembering the request he had received during streaming.

"hey m/n. Chat and I were wondering if you wanted to stream with me or just play Minecraft for a bit? You don't have too if you don't want to."

Tubbo got a glass of water and looked at you. "yeah I'll join tomorrow if you'd like" you replied finishing off eating your sandwich.

"sick. Chats gonna love you" he said walking back to his room.

The next day he set up his stream and you got your ready. Tho your brother was pretty famous but you were still well known, having around 1 million followers on twitch.

"alright chat. We have s/n joining us like I said in my last stream. We're just gonna mess around in Minecraft for a bit" tubbo started the stream off.

"yeah what he said" you commented, joining tubbo in Minecraft.

After a bit Tommy joined and welcomed himself. "Ahhh m/n, how you doing?" He screamed into his mic.

" I'm doing fine Tommy and you?" You said less aggressively.

"fucking amazing" he yelled.

You guys just continued to play Minecraft and had a bit of fun answering a bunch of questions before turning off your streams.

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Ranboo

We all know that ranboo likes to try and keep most of his personal information secret.

So without a doubt he wouldn't have brought up you.

Tho when chat asked if he had any other siblings, he just answer with a quick "my brother's 3 years older than me"

Its been a few days and ranboo forgot what he said untill chat brings it up.

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'can we meet you brother?' ranboo read it over again for what felt like the thousandth time.

Chat had been bugging him ever since he brought you up.

"I don't know chat. I don't really want to put a bunch of pressure and attention on him you know" ranboo said nervously.

Tubbo, Tommy and him were streaming together just messing about building stuff while chat wanted to know more about ranboo's brother.

"yeah guys. Not everyone like a lot of attention in such a short period of time. I mean he could get overwhelmed and stressed" tubbo said still focused on his game.

"yeah and let's not talk about the hate he might get" Tommy also said.

'please can you maybe stream with him one day?' a donation came in.

Ranboo sucked in a breath. He didn't want you to get the hate he already has. Tho it would be up to you wether or not you want to stream with them.

"hey how about I invite him to play with us. You guys can ask questions. Not to personal obviously. And just get to know him?"

Chat was being spammed with yes's so ranboo texted you. And to his relief you agreed.

A bit later you joined and chat went quite for a second. Not for long as they were saying stuff like 'wait s/n is your brother' and 'i had a feeling it was him'.

'This is going to be horrible' ranboo thought

"everyone meet s/n. My older brother"

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