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Can I get a request for Cillian Murphy? Angst, smut, fluff, I'm open to suggestions!

THE EDGE OF DARKNESS

Thomas Shelby x Stepdaughter!Reader

Warnings: taboo, DARK!, smut

A/N: The song mentioned in the fic is "Till Death Do Us Part" By Peter Gundry. This fic is for Halloween, and there will be a few more dark ones. Enjoy.

Inspired by @majortom1947 request

His focus drifted away once again, almost driving him mad. Tommy slowly let go of the pen he held in his tense hand, dropping it on the stack of documents that sat firmly on the dark desk. The room was filled with nothing but quiet sounds of glass meeting wood every few minutes, as the stocky bottle of whiskey emptied in an impressive time. His usually calm and steady breath hitched in his throat followed by an exhale, making him sound almost like a martyr.

Wide, intimidating silhouette of a strong man behind the desk wouldn't give it away, but his head felt heavy, yet was spinning with the troubles burdened upon his shoulders. His wife's harsh words rang loudly in his ears causing nothing but annoyance and burning frustration under his skin. As the time passed between his fingers, loose as sand, the reason for their marriage faded so successively, he could barely remember it. She couldn't be further away from his idea for a perfect or even remotely good wife, but he did what he had to. Like always. Her Romani upbringing and a tight bond with the Gold family left him with little to no choice after Arthur refused to take this responsibility upon himself.

When it came to heavy weights, it was always left for Tommy to handle. Fucking always.

Letting out a deep breath, Thomas leaned back in his comfortable seat, popping a few buttons of his shirt open, as he carelessly tossed his red tie aside. In the comfort of his office, Tommy let his mind wander towards the thoughts so unwanted and forbidden, they rarely were present outside of his space. Knowing his own weakness, Thomas ground his teeth for a short moment at the realisation of how his control started slipping away. The farther down the rabbit hole his brain went, the stronger the burning bothered him.

After years of letting his manly urges slowly starve to death, dealing with the humiliation and frustration that came with being married to a woman so insufferable, she managed to kill his sex drive, THE thought didn't come unnoticed.

At first, it came and went. The next time it happened, Thomas’ eyes wandered to HER pale legs for a little too long before blinking the infatuation away. After that point… he lost count. He was only a man, after all.

Squeezing the bridge of his nose, Tommy breathed in deeply, silently cursing out the headaches he's been dealing with lately. Tommy imagined the smoke from his cigarette filling his body with hope of cleansing him from all thoughts of Y/N.

The hope died pretty quickly, as it tended to happen for people like him: people stained with burdening responsibilities and the weight of the world on their back.

As her image simmered behind his closed eyelids, his brows furrowed in worry.

What a beautiful distraction she was. A forbidden fruit, an evil snake from the depths of Eden, poking on his self-control and morals, whispering unacceptable yet impossibly beautiful ideas straight into his ear, driving the poor man mad. Leaving him burning hot and yearning for her touch. She tempted him with her beauty everyday for the last year. Her beautiful, innocent eyes, which looked nothing like her mother's. Her eyes weren’t tainted by greed and the dark shadow of death, which surely came from years of living in Birmingham. Lurking for people at every turn.

Y/N was different. She was raised away from dingy cities, in fields and forests, travelling from town to town with her father and rest of the family. Y/N lived far away from her sad excuse of a mother, yet still ended up having to suffer her presence once Patrick Y/L/N lost his battle to cancer. Not even the strongest of Romani spells could stand a chance against a body leaning so hard towards the path of self-destruction.

That's how she ended up here, at Arrow House with a disgraceful mother and stepfather who was barely present and silently pining after her.

The sweet girl grew to trust him, after several months of avoiding him.

Thomas didn't mind it at the beginning. He had no interest in fathering an adult whom he was closer with in age than with his own wife.

Y/N soon learned after moving to Arrow House that her mother had little to no interest in getting to know her, at any level that matters. The important thing was to present herself well in front of people, the audience, as she liked to call them. The audience watched every move of the Shelby family quite carefully. If Marilyn Shelby was anything more than shallow, it was definitely demanding. For peace, Thomas had no issues in letting her spend his money left and right, as long as it kept her mouth shut. With practically nobody left to trust, Y/N started appreciating Tommy's presence, even if it was entirely silent.

That's how the first two months passed. They lived their lives around each other without more than a few words when necessary, yet his presence became associated with peace and safety in her inexperienced mind. His stillness and calm, husky voice was a source of much needed comfort.

With each passing day, her trust grew as she let the guard down, Y/N’s body language clearly changed, not going unnoticed to Tommy’s bright knowing eyes

Suddenly, a loud knock on the door echoed throughout the spacious room, violently ripping Thomas’ hazy mind out of the infatuating thoughts.

“Tommy?” He heard from the door, and his head turned to face her. There she stood, barefoot, wrapped in a robe at least two sizes too big for her thin frame. Her long hair flowed down her back. Y/N’s intense gaze left him burning again, as Thomas cleared his throat.

“Come in, angel” He let out, his eyes grazing over her skin. He was braver than usual, the alcohol in his bloodstream made it more difficult to keep his painful desire hidden.

Without a thought, Y/N closed the door behind her back, making her way through the office, slumping on the chair in front of his desk. Her eyes were absent, not meeting his gaze even once as she silently looked around his desk. “What's burdening your mind?” His voice cut the air like a knife, making her finally look at him.

Y/N’s big eyes seemed teary, making his heart stop for a second as he sat up straighter in the armchair. When his brows furrowed impatiently, the dam broke and quiet sobs pushed past her lips.

Watching her slowly break apart, Thomas ran a hand through his hair before getting up and rounding the desk, eventually taking his place on the edge of it. Leaning down, his rough hand came to rest on her shoulder. He wanted nothing but to feel her close and now was a perfect occasion.

Upon feeling his touch, Y/N suddenly rose from her seat, stepped forward, and wrapped her arms around his core, seeking comfort. This Tommy did not expect.

His breath hitched and his brain was barely able to process the heat of her body pressed to his own. He trembled slightly and hoped she wouldn’t notice. A couple moments later he embraced her carefully, like she was made of porcelain, able to be shattered into a million pieces if held too tightly.

“She… She said it's over. That I've lived here long enough to figure out my life without depending on her—your money.” Her voice was quiet, fragile even. The genuine fear and urgency she held him with, made Tommy's heart beat faster. His other hand came to rest on the back of her head, petting it slowly as she continued at her own pace. “I’m… I'm not ready but—but I know she's right, I shouldn't… be here that long.” Y/N kept mumbling as her forehead pressed into his shirt covered collarbone. His hands’ movement came to a stop at her words. Tommy slowly peeled her away as his fingers grasped her chin. His gaze fell to her soft pink lips and he immediately regretted it as his mouth went dry for a second. Regaining his composure, he spoke.

“Angel, your home is here. You're not going anywhere anytime soon, and your mother is… not in charge. Not under my roof, eh?” His voice was deep, a little too deep for his liking even, as Tommy tried to light up the mood slightly. Not wanting her to see the way his pupils dilated seeing her so close. The way his breathing got deeper, chest raising and falling visibly. Her lips just a small reach away, tempting him like never before. The stirring in his lower stomach made it difficult to think, but Tommy knew one thing for sure, and it was that he wouldn't let her leave. Not his Angel.

~~

The next couple days Thomas tried to spend more time at home than in his office, knowing how Y/N needed him to be around. The more time they spent around each other, the less guilt he felt.

He liked it. He liked looking with desire, and not feeling burdened with guilt. Looking in her eyes during the late nights spent in his office, slumped in the chair which she called hers already.

And he? He didn't mind, not one bit. Deep down, he thought about it more than he should have. Even if she felt like calling HIM her own, Tommy wouldn't mind.

Driving back home, the gravelly road scritched under the heavy weight of his car, small turbulence in the cabin making no difference, as he barely paid attention to the road.

Only when the high, black fence started showing from around the corner, he forced himself to focus. Taking the right turn, smoothly getting on his property. The shaking of the car fading into oblivion as the gravel road turned into expensive tiles by the mansion.

He thought he had more time to solve the issue, Thomas thought, as a suitcase fell out of the window, missing his Bentley by less than ten inches.

Eyeing the mess, he mentally prepared himself for what to expect after crossing the entrance. Grabbing his suitcase, he swiftly got out of the car, quickly making his way to the door before getting inside. The screaming and Marilyn's high pitched, dramatic voice could be heard even before he opened the door.

Without a second thought, he climbed the stairs as the two women came into the view. Marilyn held tightly onto her daughter's hair, pulling down clearly, judging from Y/N’s pained expression as she sobbed.

“Enough!” Thomas boomed, quickly grabbing onto his wife's wrist, his rough, calloused hand squeezing so tightly it surely would leave bruises. The older woman gasped, pulling her hand back as she took a step back. Her eyes narrowed as soon as her eyes fell on his face, gazing with contempt and anger.

“This little whore stole my pearls! I found them in her room!” She growled, clutching the jewellery close to her chest as she tried to lunge forward again, stopped by Tommy's broad chest. “If I see her in this house by tomorrow, I'm going to put her down like a bloody dog, Thomas! Tomorrow!” She kept yelling, but he could still hear the quiet sobbing from the woman behind him. Y/n cried, holding onto her scalp that burned hellishly. Bruises on her face already getting darker while heavy tears decorated her beautiful face one after the other with no end.

Tommy's blood boiled, veins on his neck protruding from the heated anger he felt deep inside. His self-control ran thin as his hands shook with the urge.

“Y/N, go to your room.” He instructed, in a demanding voice. One of his hands sneaked back to give her small fingers a knowing squeeze. Feeling it, she nodded, wiping her tears away as she slowly let go of the material from the back of his coat.

Marilyn's cold, green eyes followed after her daughter, contempt and hatred visible. She hated how much attention she stole from Tommy ever since appearing in Arrow house. She hated how much money he kept spending on her.

Marilyn felt robbed, like it all belonged to her.

Jealousy rushed through her veins, even though her heart was stone cold. No feelings for Thomas Shelby were held, but she claimed rights to him nevertheless. After all, It was impossible to love people like him anyway, right? Marilyn thought.

Her hand met his cheek with a loud slap, as she took a step forward. Looking him in the eyes she felt the upper hand.

“You think I'm fucking stupid? Don't you think I see the way you look at this little whore?” She hissed with poison, her red smeared lipstick making her look even less approachable than usually. “If I see her here in the morning, all Birmingham will know about your perverted urges.” She finished with a whisper, her shaky hand petting his cheek mockingly, not caring about the way he… watched her. Blue colour long gone, replaced by the deep shade of the night sky.

Only then her heart skipped a beat as she realised she took a step too far. Shallow breath pushing past her lips. Eyes widened with confusion, pierced with fear as blood ran cold.

But it was too late.

“Goodnight, Marilyn”

~~

Y/N lay in her bed, clock ticking in the background, reminding her of how late it was. Darkness swallowing every inch of the room besides a small stream of light coming through the window from the street lamp. Heart thumping in her chest the only sound she could hear… before the music started playing. The melody grew louder, the familiar rhythm echoing upstairs coming from the gramophone standing in the corner of the corridor. A song she knew all too well after spending many quiet nights in Thomas' office. Note by note the tension increased with the tempo of the piano playing, coming to a peak as the door creaked open, barely noticeable in the dark.

Her eyes, used to the darkness already, noticed the flash of blue irises and the silhouette she knew too well. Breath hitched in her throat with each step he took.

Second by second, note by note. When the song abruptly came to a halt, his hands touched her face. His face hovered over her own, lips so close she could see every detail.

“Tommy” She breathed out softly, but before Y/N could continue, the song resounded again, almost like urging him to move faster. The tension broke, tearing a painfully deep sigh from his throat as his chapped lips pressed against her own. Y/N’s eyes squeezed shut, taken aback by the boldness of his actions. Her lack of experience creeping up her spine, causing anxiety but Thomas didn't give her enough space to dwell on the details. Crushing all of them with his touch, touching each and every inch of her soft skin with his calloused hands, causing some discomfort which he immediately softened with kisses. Music in the background seemed to set the pace, and as the thempo increased, his touch grew impatient.

“We—We can't” She managed to whisper, even though her throat was dry with a need she didn't understand.

“It's just us, angel. Me and you” He growled, his eyes holding the wilderness he was unable to hold back after all this time. His body tense and firm like a statue, as he kept moulding her flesh to his liking… and she let him, because Y/N didn't know any better. She didn't want to know any better.

Some sudden sounds kept piercing the music, catching Y/N’s attention for a millisecond before he'd make her forget again, touching and pulling needily. Soon enough her body was bare for him to take. Greedy eyes taking in every detail he could see in the dark, swallowing every sound from her mouth, stroking her womanhood skillfully, wanting nothing but to worship every soft, welcoming inch of her perfect heat.

“Just me and you” He echoed, grabbing both of her wrists and pinning them softly above her head, taking control of her along with the situation.

Music seemed to be never ending, as he slipped into her body, stretching and pushing his way into the space he claimed for himself only. Her innocence taken away so abruptly and harshly, yet she never felt so loved and wanted before.

“Tommy, I–” She moaned, head lifting off the bed to find his lips, which he immediately understood, giving into every need and every urge.

Spending all the strength he had to give her time, and not let the animalistic urges take over fully, as she needed… guidance.

“I know” he responded, moving slowly, feeling as she successively accepted his cock, relaxing into his arms and whimpering beautifully.

He was patient, slow and understanding… until he couldn't anymore, moving increasingly faster and harder, his hands squeezing her wrists a little too tight but they were both lost. Lost in the forbidden dance led by the embers smouldering in their chests, intensified by the music they both heard. Tangled in the forbidden, breathtakingly beautiful dance.

Y/N let him paw at her skin needily, pushing into her deep and fast, taking everything he needed. Lost in the experience and in the intense being that Thomas Shelby was.

Maybe if she was just a little less gone, a little more meticulous, she'd notice the dark red stains on his shirt.

The raw obsession in his touch ever since he held her for the first time so innocently. The metallic scent of blood on his skin.

Tommy couldn't let anything and anyone separate them, after all.

Devil and his angel.

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Thank you to everyone who got me to 100 likes! 💜💛

HEY GUYSSS I just wanna let you know that I won’t be posting another imagine until next week some time because I get my GCSE results tomorrow and I would LOVE to relax for a few days after. I’ll probably start writing/planning on the weekend but for now I’m just going to try and relax because I’m VERY anxious for tomorrow 💜💛

CALLING ALL PEAKY BLINDERS FANS!!!

okay so i’m going in a wim here for a book idea. this is the rough draft idea, NOTHING IS SET YET. i want you guys to tell me if it’s a good book idea or not so i don’t waste my time

time traveler! x tomas shelby. y/n (haven’t picked a name yet) gets into an accident, which leads her get into a coma. she wakes up in a new time (1919). she learns things about that time and meets the peaky blinders.(she stays there for 1 year) but after a while she has these blips of when she get headaches, seizures, and excessive vomiting. she knows it’s because of her time traveling. she eventually, out of no where, faints around tommy, and she’s put in a coma again. then she wakes up in HER REAL time (2023). she tried to get back to tommy but she knows the only way is to get into another accident. she commits s****** and wakes up in 1921 (one year had past since she has been in a coma). PLEASE TELL ME IF THIS IS A GOOD BOOK IDEA???

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Deceitfuldevout's Peaky Blinders Masterlist:

❤️ = Fluff

🔞 = Spicy/Nsfw

🖤 = Dark

❌ = No warnings/Sfw

One Shots:

Peaky Blinders Imagine - Platonic!Blinders x Campbell!Reader: ❤️❌https://www.tumblr.com/deceitfuldevout/703991093858107392/peaky-blinders-imagine?source=share

Blessed Be The Fruit - Dark!Commander!Tommy Shelby x Maiden!Reader: 🔞🖤https://www.tumblr.com/deceitfuldevout/735516775906705408/blessed-be-the-fruit?source=share

Series:

Hidden Treasure - Arranged Marriage AU: Dark!Tommy Shelby x Wife!Reader: 🔞🖤https://www.tumblr.com/deceitfuldevout/707809508943151104/hidden-treasure-masterlist?source=share

Mercy - Dark!Tommy Shelby x Reader: 🔞🖤https://www.tumblr.com/deceitfuldevout/732618626482454528/mercy-masterlist?source=share&ref=deceitfuldevout

Hidden Treasure Masterlist:

Arranged Marriage AU: Dark!Tommy Shelby x Wife!Reader

❤️ = Fluff

🔞 = Spicy/Nsfw

🖤 = Dark

❌ = No warnings/Sfw

Part 1 - Seeking Shelter - 🖤 https://www.tumblr.com/deceitfuldevout/703992502564405249/hidden-treasure-part-1?source=share

Part 2 - The Arrangement - ❌ https://www.tumblr.com/deceitfuldevout/703992629016346624/hidden-treasure-part-2?source=share

Part 3 - Dearly Beloved - 🖤 https://www.tumblr.com/deceitfuldevout/703993189958369280/hidden-treasure-part-3?source=share

Part 4 - Consummation - 🔞🖤 https://www.tumblr.com/deceitfuldevout/704000784183984128/hidden-treasure-part-4?source=share

Part 5 - Jealousy - 🖤 https://www.tumblr.com/deceitfuldevout/704001527627628544/hidden-treasure-part-5?source=share

Part 6 - Punishment - 🔞🖤 https://www.tumblr.com/deceitfuldevout/704009614548697088/hidden-treasure-part-6?source=share

Part 7 - Possession - 🔞🖤 https://www.tumblr.com/deceitfuldevout/704010151457325056/hidden-treasure-part-7?source=share

Part 8 - A New Friend - 🔞🖤 https://www.tumblr.com/deceitfuldevout/704010655292899328/hidden-treasure-part-8?source=share

Part 9 - A Funeral - 🔞 https://www.tumblr.com/deceitfuldevout/704013534572478464/hidden-treasure-part-9?source=share

Part 10 - Runaway - 🖤https://www.tumblr.com/deceitfuldevout/704013905688674304/hidden-treasure-part-10?source=share

Part 11 - Crashing Down - 🖤 https://www.tumblr.com/deceitfuldevout/704014073024610304/hidden-treasure-part-11?source=share

Part 12 - Hidden Treasure -❌❤️ https://www.tumblr.com/deceitfuldevout/704019532282527744/hidden-treasure-part-12?source=share

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“Well, God, Finn, that’s the third time this week!”

The lad smiled at you, convinced that, if he were sweet enough, he would be out of trouble. Both of the knees of his pants were ripped and scuffed thin, and you could even see the fresh stitches from two days ago, when he had last come home with his pants all ripped up. “Sorry,” he said, and he fell down into one of the overstuffed seats in your living room. As much as you tried to keep a nice home, your husband’s brothers and employees always managed to find a way to foul it all up one way or another. You tsk-ed as you fixed the doily atop the chair that Finn had disturbed, and you called, “Tommy, love? Bring me my sewing kit, won’t you?”

Somewhere upstairs, you heard your husband shout “Just a moment!”, and you tugged up your sleeves to your elbows as you settled yourself on the floor in front of Finn.

“Make yourself useful and read me the paper,” you grumbled. “Or turn on the radio. Something productive instead of sitting on your arse.”

“I could just take my pants off and leave them to you while I go actually do something,” Finn offered, and you heard Tommy’s footsteps coming down the stairs. Quickly, he entered the room and passed you your carpetbag of sewing supplies, and he boxed at Finn’s ear.

“Like hell you’re stripping down in front of my woman,” Tommy said. “Not even your girl wants to see your skivvies.”

“Well, fuck you,” Finn said, and he hissed as Tommy gave him another wallop on the ear. “Oi! She curses worse than that!”

“Mind your fucking manners around the missus,” Tommy said, and he snatched up the newspaper from beside Finn. You deftly threaded your needle and pulled Finn’s leg over to you, and you heard Tommy light a cigarette as he sat down in his chair.

“Stop twitching your leg,” you mumbled as you began your work, and Finn fussed with his cigarette as you fell into the pattern of sewing. As much as you acted like you hated having to mother the entire Shelby clan, you actually loved it. You loved how every man needed you for something different and expressed their affection for you in different ways; sure, there was Aunt Pol for that feminine touch, but there seemed to be something special about you. During the year that Tommy had courted and subsequently married you, all the boys had started up a running joke of calling you Mother; mainly because you treated every single man as if they were your son.You patched up all their injuries and mended their clothing, you made them tea or poured them a drink when they visited the house, you gave them the spare bedroom if they had nowhere to sleep, and it could be guaranteed that someone would join you at the dinner table every single night, hounding after your warm, hard-cooked dinner. You wouldn’t trade the title for anything in the world (especially when they called you Mother Shelby or The Missus), but you felt a little off whenever they did call you that. Only because it had been a year, and you still hadn’t succeeded in giving Tommy a baby.

It wasn’t for lack of trying. Almost every day, Tommy would fuck you hard and fill you up, but nothing had succeeded yet. You had tried just about every trick you could think of, every old wives’ tale in the book— eating a lemon, putting a pillow under your hips, having sex only in the morning— and you were starting to wonder if there was something wrong with you. Surely, after a year, something should have happened, even on a statistical level. It just didn’t make sense. In fact, the absence of a baby was starting to eat at you. You had voiced this to your husband, and he, in his wisdom, had told you that it would happen eventually and not to worry. “It’ll happen when it needs to,” he told you, kissing your shoulder. “Don’t fret, love.”

Tommy read the newspaper and smoked his cigarette as you worked, but your mind stayed solely with him and the delicious memory of that morning. He had woken you up with two fingers in your cunt and, when he noticed that you were awake, he had sunk down and buried his head between your thighs until your legs were shaking around his head. The sun was hardly coming through the lace curtains by the time that Tommy had sunk his cock into you, and the low light made his sweaty chest glisten as he hauled your legs over his shoulders and fucked you hard enough to make the headboard rattle against the wall. “C’mon,” he huffed, slapping your ass and pawing at your tits. “Cum, honey, cum for me, make a big fuckin’ mess in my cock.” You did as he had told you, as you always did, and Tommy had wasted no time in filling you up, just as he always did. He fell down onto his back next to you and huffed out a few labored breaths as you rested your cheek against his burning chest, and he cast his big blue eyes down on you when you sighed. “Hey,” Tommy whispered, his voice cracking, as rough as sandpaper, and he lifted your chin up with his finger. “I know what you’re thinking, love. I feel good about this one.”

You nodded quietly, and your finger lightly traced the scars that had healed and leveled on his chest. “If it’s a girl, I’d like to name her Edith,” you whispered. “It’s a lovely name.”

“Edith Violet,” Tommy nodded. “Edith Violet Shelby… What a fuckin’ top-notch name. She’d be a spoiled little thing, I’d be sure of it. And if it’s a boy?”

“Thomas,” you replied. “I’d name him after you.”

Tommy sighed lightly, content, and he sealed his lips to yours in a kiss. His arms went around your shoulders and held you tight in his warm, sweaty, post-sex-hazy grasp as he kissed you hard. “God, what a thing that would be,” Tommy whispered into your mouth. “Having a little critter running around with my name… I love it.”

Looking at your husband from across the parlor, you could tell that his mind was too laid with Edith Violet and Thomas Junior. He seemed to be reading the newspaper, yes, but his eyes weren’t moving nor his mouth mumbling along. You quickly finished with Finn’s pants, and you looked at the young man. “Now, you’d better keep those out of my sight for at least a week,” you told him. “If I see those pants again, I’m going to go mad, do you hear me?”

“Yes, Mother,” Finn said and rolled his eyes, but he kissed your head nevertheless. “Thank you.”

“Of course, darling,” you said. “Do you wanna take some roast home with you? It’s supposed to get cold tonight.”

“I’ll be alright, Miss,” Finn said, and he offered you his hand to aid in standing up. “I’ll see you tomorrow. Tommy…” Tommy gave an indiscernible grunt towards Finn and flipped the page of the newspaper, and Finn made his way out of the house. You waited until he was fully gone, the front door closing with certainty, before you moved to Tommy and sat down easily on his thigh. Tommy gave you a little smile and cast his reading material aside, and he circled his arms around your waist and pulled you fully into his lap. His face buried in your neck and kissed all over your skin, and he mumbled, “Been waiting to get you alone all day.”

“I’m here, my love,” you whispered, carding your fingers through his slick black hair. “What is it you want?”

“Well…” Tommy began, and his deft fingers played at the buttons lining the back of your blouse. “Right now, I feel quite partial to your tits.”

“Good Christ, Thomas Shelby, you’re insatiable,” you chuckled. Nevertheless, you helped him shrug yourself out of your shirt, and he pressed his cheek against your warm breast. His hand, hot hands slid up your bare back and cupped your shoulders, and he placed light kisses on your skin.

“Lift up your skirt, honey,” Tommy said against your tits.

“What for?” you asked cheekily, and Tommy bit at your nipple hard enough to make you gasp in pain.

“You’re going to ride my cock,” Tommy told you, as if you had no say in the matter. Truthfully, you really didn’t, because you knew that Tommy knew that you’d never refuse him any part of you. You were always so welcome to give your husband whatever he wished. “Seeing you be so good to Finn just reminds me of what a good mother you’ll be… If nothing else, I’m gonna fill you up right now, just to see if we might be lucky.”

“I thought you said you felt lucky this morning,” you said, but you helped Tommy tug up your long skirt anyway. Your hands went to undo his pants as his came to grasp your tits, and he kissed your neck greedily.

“Ah, won’t hurt anything to try again,” he whispered, and he sank his teeth into your skin. Your skin bristled at the feel, and you hurried to tug out his cock. He was already hard, his soft skin thrumming with his heavy pulse, and you shifted your legs to straddle his hard thigh for just a moment before you sank yourself onto him. The shock that rocked through your belly and pussy was enough to make you gasp and squirm a bit, and you wrapped your arms around Tommy’s neck and pressed your forehead to his shoulder.

“Fuck, Tommy,” you whispered as his rough hands went under your skirt to grasp your soft hips.

“Ah,” he hissed in your ear and gently nibbled at your earlobe, where your earring dangled nicely. Tommy always found a way to spoil you, with new dresses or jewelry or trips to the cinema, and he nudged the tip of his nose against the pearl that hung from your ear. He couldn’t even remember when or where he gave you those earrings, but they looked beautiful on you. “God, you’re so tight, mouse… Feel so fucking good.”

Your hips jolted forward at his quiet praise, and you both gave little noises of pleasure. Your skin felt like it was on fire as you moved in Tommy’s lap, and he dug his blunt fingernails into your skin as he hooked his hips upwards into you. Just as swiftly, he covered your mouth with his palm and touched his finger to his own lips, and he whispered, “Arthur’s upstairs… Don’t want him hearing us, do we, Mrs. Shelby?” You shook your head and Tommy gave you his sly, foxy smile before scrunching his nose and fucking up into you again. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath through your nose, and you moved with your husband as he fucked you as hard as he could manage. The chair underneath him creaked every so often with his movements, and the sound of his skin hitting yours was just so dulled by your skirt covering the whole affair. Eventually, his warm hand fell from your mouth and situated itself back under your skirt. However, instead of going to your hip, his hand found himself at the apex of your legs, and he pressed his thumb to the top of your hole, feeling his cock easily sliding in and out of you with the pad of his finger. He smiled again and wet his lips with his tongue, and he surged forward and captured your nipple in his wet mouth once more. This time, he sucked hard, surely leaving a mark, and your own hands scrambled for his shirt. You helped him get undressed every night (not that you needed to, but you adored helping your man), and you were quick to get rid of his stiff collar and tight tie to unbutton his shirt and vest to expose his smooth, milky chest, dotted by the same freckles that covered his cheeks and neck. He was panting as he sucked at your tit, and his thumb resituated from your pussy to your throbbing clit. He hardly swiped his finger along the burning-hot nerve when you jostled in his lap once more, fire exploding in your pussy and belly.

“Tommy,” you whined, pressing your mouth to his hair to try to keep yourself quiet. “Fuck, Tommy. Fuck me, honey, more.”

“M’gonna give you that fuckin’ son you want, mouse,” Tommy grunted, tugging at your nipple with his teeth. “In a few months, you’re gonna get all big with my baby, everyone’ll know what you let me do to you.”

“They already know,” you giggled. It was a struggle to speak coherently with the way that Tommy was rubbing your clit and fucking into that soft spot inside of you, but you knew that, even if you only gave half-formed words, Tommy would be able to read your mind. “Everyone knows how I let you do such sinful things to me. You know… I think Arthur heard us the night I let you take my ass.”

Tommy groaned long and low at the memory of that night, and you clenched your pussy around him to elicit a deeper moan. His chest was beginning to flush a bit pink, creeping up his neck, tiny spots of sweat dotting at his temples, and you carded your fingers gently through his hair and placed a soft kiss on the crown of his head. “Are you going to cum, Mr. Shelby?” you whispered. “Oh, Tommy, my love, please come, honey. Wanna feel you dripping out of me, sweetheart, please come.”

His cock throbbed inside you, and you knew that he was so, so close to his release. You smoothed his hair down the back of his head and angled his face up to look at you, and you rolled your hips down to meet his as they came upwards, and you could have sworn that you saw death flicker in your Tommy’s light eyes. “Oh, when I’m pregnant, my tits are gonna get all big,” you whispered, and Tommy gnashed his teeth as his hips moved harder and faster. “My belly will swell nice and fat, I know you’ll be all over me every day and every night. My love, you’ll simply become a feral animal around me. Oh, Thomas… Imagine little Tommy having your eyes.”

“Edith Violet had better have your eyes,” Tommy huffed with a chuckle. “She’ll be a spitting image of her mother, that girl will be. If she’s anything like you, I’ll be beating off boys with a club.” “If little Tommy is anything like you, we’ll be in big fucking trouble,” you giggled. “He’ll be a handful the whole time… But I wouldn’t have anyone else’s baby.”

Tommy clenched his teeth again and slammed you down hard onto his cock, and you saw stars dot your vision as you came around his cock. Your body convulsed against your will, dragging Tommy into a tight embrace and whimpering in his ear, trying to stay quiet, as he had asked you to, and Tommy grunted deep in his chest and emptied himself inside you. You both breathed heavily for a few moments, trying to recover from the quick and rough fuck, and Tommy pushed your hair behind your ear as a watery smile cam over his pink mouth. “I really feel good about this one,” he chuckled, his hand rising to press against your belly. He gave a soft hiss as the pressure on his cock, still inside of you, and you bit your lip as you nodded in agreement.

“If this doesn’t work…” you began, but Tommy captured your face in his fingers, and he shook his head quickly, his eyes big and glossy.

“It will,” he said firmly. “You’ve got to be positive about this, mouse. Say it. Say that I just got you pregnant. Say it, Mrs. Shelby.”

You smiled at your husband, and you jokingly rolled your eyes. “You just got me pregnant, Thomas,” you chuckled. “In nine months, I’m going to give you that son you want so badly.”

“Would it be so bad if we had a little girl?” Tommy mumbled, gently rubbing your belly. “Tying ribbons up in her hair, playing princess with her—”

“Tommy Shelby, are you saying that you’d play princess? You’ve gone soft,” you smiled, and Tommy shifted underneath you to finally pull his softening cock from your heat. He carefully helped you shrug back into your blouse, and his fingers did the buttons back up smoothly.

“I could,” Tommy said. “Only if I can be the king.”

“You already are,” you told him, moving to sit on his knee when he finished with your blouse. You crossed your legs at the ankle and began to do his shirt and pants back up, and he captured his cigarette case from the side table and struck a match to light up a fresh fag. “You’re the king of Birmingham, my love.”

Tommy took a deep drag on his cigarette, and he gave you that sly fox smile again. “Fuckin’ A-right I am.”

It took approximately six months to be entirely sure that you were pregnant, and you knew that every day of uncertainty ate up your husband’s guts. You didn’t want to get his hopes up over a measly missed period, though, so you kept quiet about it until you were one hundred percent sure.

The certainty came one morning, the first snowfall of the season. Upon waking up, you found your marriage bed empty, and, seeing the empty hanger on the closet door, you knew that Tommy was already at work. He probably had been since before the sun rose. You sat up, protesting the morning for a few moments, and you finally got out of bed. Your toes touched the floor and you looked downwards in pursuit of your house slippers, and you felt like you had been hit in the face when you saw your stomach pressing at your nightgown. How long had you been like this? Had anyone noticed yet? God forbid if Arthur or Michael saw your pregnant belly before you yourself even noticed it.

Your excitement couldn’t be contained, not even long enough to get decent in your house robe.

“Tommy!” you cried, racing through the house. Everyone you encountered widened their eyes and then averted their gaze from you, and you again yelled, “Tommy! Thomas Shelby, where are you?”

“My office, mouse!” your husband yelled, and you heard him speak again, softer. You didn’t even stop to wonder if someone else was in there with him, possibly for an important business meeting. No, this couldn’t wait.

The moment you stepped into his office, you saw Arthur sitting across your husband’s desk, and Tommy grabbed you tightly and shielded you from Arthur’s view with his own body. “Jesus fucking Christ, woman,” he hissed and instantly shrugged off his jacket, draping it around your shoulders and trying to hide the bit of skin that your nightgown didn’t cover. “Are you hurt? What’s wrong? I’ve got business, mouse, I can’t—”

All you had to do was grab him around his wrist and press his palm to your lower belly, and Tommy, for once in his life, found himself speechless. You watched his face, trying to see any semblance of emotion, and you watched his cheeks go deathly pale before flushing pink. “No,” he whispered, and a smile split his face. “Oh, my beautiful… My wife!” He picked you up and kissed your cheek, and he held you tightly as he nestled his own cheek into your neck. “Oh, my girl… Mother of my child…”

“Tommy,” Arthur said gruffly. “Fuck is this?”

“Shut your fucking mouth,” Tommy snapped. “Let a man be happy his wife’s pregnant.”

I am a writer myself and I struggle with this on a regular basis. Not saying I’ve written a letter to anyone of high social standing, but you know what I mean. Now, if only I could have a certain Shelby come and distract me for a moment or two, hehe! 

K, darling!! I'm sending you this one, because you sent me a gif, too ❤️❤️.

Probably Tommy is struggling with something, too. Feel you, Tom 🤝.

Thanks for sending this my way, Flor!! I truly feel Tommy here…this have been my exact reaction when thinking about writing/wanting to write these past few weeks - it’s gotten a bit better since you’ve sent this, but I still can’t help but struggle slightly from hour to hour. Since you went lighthearted on the gif I sent you, I figured I’d do the same here. I…really don’t know what came of it - like I said, writing has been hour to hour for me. But I hope you’ll maybe get a laugh from it. ☺️. Enjoy! :)

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A Much Welcomed Distraction

Tommy Shelby x Reader

Warnings: language, smoking

Summary: (Y/N) tries to get Tommy’s mind off of the work he’s been struggling with. Tommy, for once, accepts the distraction, until he realizes that maybe he will have to finish his work first.

No matter what he did, the words wouldn’t come out right. He’d been trying to figure out how to address the receiver of this letter for at least an hour now. Who would have thought that it’d be hard to write to the fucking Prime Minister of England? Tommy certainly didn’t upon initially thinking of the idea. Now here he was, stuck after a paragraph as he wondered if his word choice would be correct enough to get Winston Churchill to actually want to finish reading it.

He was so invested in his writing - or his attempt to do so - that he didn’t even hear the door opening. It wasn’t until he heard the voice of his wife that he looked up: “Lizzie told me you’d be in here.”

Tommy only nodded, just barely glancing up at her before focusing on the paper again. He didn’t miss the sound of her footsteps approaching the desk though.

“What’re you working on?” she asked him, coming to his side and leaning against the desk to take a look at the paper in front of him.

“A much needed letter,” he answered, exhaling a bit of a sigh as he slouched back against his chair. He could feel her lean in closer, perhaps to take a better look at the letter.

“Dear Mr. Churchill…” she started off, reading in a formal tone. There was a bit of a pause before the sound of her heels turning on the hardwood was heard, “you’re writing to the bloody Prime Minister, Tommy?” she asked, a bit of surprise laced into her words.

“I am, yes,” he answered her with a nod, glancing up at her before continuing, “expect there hasn’t been much writing happening,” he ended his statement with a sigh, bringing his left hand up to run across his face before he pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Well I can see why…it isn’t every day you write a letter to a man of that standing,” (Y/N) commented, her words making Tommy exhale a snort; one that she couldn’t help but roll her eyes at, “it’s an extraordinary feat, Tommy…I certainly wouldn’t know what to say,” she defended herself.

“It needs to get written,” he mumbled, reaching out to grab the half spent cigarette from the ashtray so that he could take a deep drag from it, “and it needs to happen before any other order of business comes up,” he concluded, smoke accompanying his words as he uttered them. He finished his stressed statement off with another drag before snuffing the cigarette out in the ashtray. He then sat back again, exhaling another frustrated huff as he did so.

“I see…” (Y/N) trailed off, nodding her head in understanding. She had an inkling of a thought that this was business related. With every move Tommy made, he had to do the background work to make sure that it was well calculated and would turn out the way he wanted it to. Oftentimes he’d frustrate himself in the process of completing that background work. “It isn’t worth beating yourself up over though, I’m sure. Take a break, maybe?” she suggested. It didn’t come as much of a surprise that his reaction to her suggestion was an incredulous one.

“Hmm,” he hummed at her statement, and (Y/N) couldn’t really discern if it was a hum of agreement, or of disapproval.

“Maybe I can take your mind off of it then?” she offered another suggestion, biting on her lip to stop the grin from forming when his eyes snapped up to her face. “You liked the sound of that, didn’t you?” she questioned, letting her grin show as she sat her hand flat on the desk and leaned her weight against it.

“Love, I need to write this letter,” Tommy stayed steadfast on his priorities. Despite the dismay in his tone, he didn’t exactly disagree with her suggestion.

“Doesn’t seem to be much writin’ going on,” (Y/N) quipped back, her words making him quirk an eyebrow in her direction.

They held each others stares until Tommy exhaled another sigh. After running a hand over his face, he dragged his eyes up to her. “What do you have in mind?” he asked, his words coaxing a grin from his wife.

“I’m happy you asked,” she chirped, moving to sit down on his lap. Tommy welcomed her with open arms, his hands falling onto her hips so that she would be secure. “I was just thinking that maybe I’d give you a kiss…” she paused, her hands falling onto his shoulders before she leaned in and pressed her lips to his, “…or two…” she kissed him again. A look of amusement formed on Tommy’s face. “And that maybe those kisses would help some ambition for writing to return,” she concluded, going in for a slightly longer kiss then.

“I thought you were working to distract me from writing, love?” he questioned her intentions when she pulled away.

(Y/N) couldn’t help but giggle at his question. “I wouldn’t exactly say distract…” she paused, lifting her one hand to tap on her chin as a physical show that she was thinking on how to finish her statement, “instead maybe I’m giving you a taste of what’s to come later,” she ended off her statement with a quick, suggestive glance; one that Tommy most certainly didn’t miss.

“A taste?” he asked another question, his eyebrows now raised.

“Yes. Of what’s to come later…after you finish writing your letter,” she added more detail, biting on her lip as she watched to see if he’d catch the stipulation that she’d thrown in there.

“After?” the inflection in his voice showed that he most certainly caught the stipulation.

“Of course,” (Y/N) responded like it was no big deal, “you said it yourself, it needs to get written before any other order of business comes up…” she trailed off then, a smirk full on across her features now.

The way he was clenching his jaw told her that she was grinding all of the right gears inside of him at this moment. It honestly egged her on even more.

“(Y/N)…” he tried, a bit of a warning tone laced into his voice. It didn’t deter (Y/N) from her plan in the slightest though. She leaned in and kissed his lips one last time before managing to free herself from his grasp so that she could stand up.

“I said that I’d get your mind off of it…and I think that I just did. Don’t keep me waiting up, Mr. Shelby,” she sent him an innocent smile as she backed away from his desk. Tommy said nothing as she backed herself all the way over to where the sitting area of his office was. There, she grabbed her coat and put it on. Then she blew him one last kiss before turning and walking to the door without looking back.

Tommy didn’t exhale the sigh he was holding in until the door shut. He then looked back down to the paper sitting on his desk, wracking his brain in hopes that sentences would form. “Dear Mr. Churchill…” he mumbled to himself before he began writing like his hand had been possessed by another being; coming out with words and sentence structures that he couldn’t begin to think of earlier. On second thought…maybe it had been possessed by another being.

Either way, he managed to write the letter in its entirety without taking a break or even looking towards the clock. Considering it a done deal, he left it on the desk for himself to proofread tomorrow. Now he needed to get home to his wife, who had provided a much welcomed distraction and got him back on track.

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Me just dancing my way into Thomas Shelby’s heart! 

Worth Breaking Plans For | Tommy Shelby x Reader

Request: yes by anonymous

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x reader

Summary: Tommy Shelby never thought he'd willingly go to see a ballet…that was until he found out that (Y/N) was performing in one. (Y/N) (Y/L/N) never thought she was someone worth breaking plans for…that was until Tommy came into her life.

Warnings: drinking and one bad word

Word Count: 4238

A/N: I’ve got another long one for ya here…the words just wouldn’t stop haha. This one was super fun to write. I hope I added enough ballerina elements for you, anon. If you haven’t got your fill by the end of it though, @padfootdaredmetoo has an amazing ballerina!reader series that you should check out! Enjoy! :)

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(Y/N) just barely had the time to take in her surroundings before she was having a flute of champagne thrust in her direction. "Here," the drink was accompanied by the words of her friend, Lou, "have a few of these and you'll be settled in in no time."

"Thank you," (Y/N) gingerly replied, accepting the glass and bringing it up to her lips so that she could take a sip of the bubbly liquid. She then smiled at her friends, who were intently watching for any microexpression she would share with them. "It's good," she told them, feeling a little silly for even saying that in the first place.

"Good," Julia affirmed, a smile present on her face as she watched her friend take another sip, "let's get into this party now!" she cheered, taking hold of (Y/N)'s hand so that she, and Lou, could lead her deeper into the establishment.

(Y/N) took that time to look around in awe. She hadn't attended many of these parties - as if that hadn't been obvious enough - and was eager to soak in every aspect of it that she could. Spending time with a few friends from her company at either her flat or a smaller venue was more her speed, but that didn't mean she wasn't excited to see the other half of the spectrum.

"Did you hear what Lou said, (Y/N)?" the sound of Julia's voice broke into her thoughts, making her focus on her friends again.

"I'm sorry, I didn't," she admitted, a sheepish smile present on her face. They'd been here for a handful of minutes now and yet there were details of the venue and revelry that she still hadn't caught onto. She didn't feel too bad for being lost in the atmosphere of it all.

"I was saying that I've gotten word about there being some rather prominent figures at this party," Lou repeated herself, a grin forming on her face.

"Prominent in what sense?" (Y/N) couldn't help but ask. She had a right to, considering that she and her two friends were members of one of the most prestigious ballet companies that ran in London and its surrounding areas. Technically they could be considered part of the 'prominent figures' being talked about.

"I've heard everything from entertainers, to politicians, and even..." Julia trailed off, glancing around before she leaned closer to the other two women, her grin growing as she went to finish off her statement, "gangsters."

"Why did you say it in that way?" (Y/N) couldn't help but giggle at her friend's delivery of the word.

"Because the thought of it is so utterly...interesting," Julia responded.

“And exhilarating,” Lou added.

"Wouldn’t it be fun to meet a gangster?" Julia finished off with a question, making Lou nod, a giddy grin present on her face as she added a few more words of agreement.

"Hmm...I suppose," (Y/N) aired more on the coy side of things, looking out at the sea of people that were attending the party. She found it slightly hard to believe that there were actual gangsters scattered amongst these innocent looking party-goers. Maybe it'd only be those fake kinds...like the ones you'd see in the pictures.

"Come on ladies, let's find ourselves a gangster!" Julia cheered, obviously not letting the distinction bog her mind down. She clapped her hands together before leading the other two even further into the venue.

(Y/N) took that time to do some more looking around, her eyes dancing from the band, to the extravagant decorations, to the many people who seemed to be having the time of their lives. Amidst the looking, her eyes stopped on a man...one who immediately stood out from the rest of the people she'd been watching so far. She couldn't help but let her eyes linger on him for a longer amount of time. He just looked so...interesting, for lack of better words, and she found herself entranced by him.

She let her eyes linger on him until Lou broke into her thoughts - yet again - this time going on about seeing a familiar face that she wanted to go speak to. So with slight dismay, she broke her stare and followed her friends.

"Ada Thorne! It really is you!" Lou exclaimed as the three women approached another one, who had brown hair and a well-dressed figure.

"Lou! It's so good to see you!" the woman replied in a similar fashion to the initial greeting, a wide smile forming on her face. "Goodness, you've brought friends as well," she added, her eyes focusing on the other two ladies.

"Yes, I have," Lou answered with a smile, "this is Julia and (Y/N), they're both in the same company as me," she then went about the introductions.

"It's nice to meet you ladies. Lou always goes on and on about the women she performs with...it's so nice to finally put some faces to the stories," Ada said, smiling as she spoke.

"So how have things been with you?" Lou then moved to the small talk portion of the conversation, her eyebrows raised as she awaited a response.

(Y/N) figured that she didn't really need to be a part of the conversation anymore, so she happily went back to people watching. Much to her upset, she couldn't find the man she'd been fixated on earlier, no matter how hard she looked for him. That didn't mean that she didn't still enjoy taking in her surroundings once more.

She stayed locked into her own world until the feeling of Julia jabbing her side brought her out of it. "Goodness, what's that for?" she asked her friend, her eyes snapping to the other woman as she sent her a glare.

"You've been in your own world while we're being introduced to someone here," she hissed, nodding her head to the left to indicate that someone else had joined the group in the meantime.

(Y/N) was a bit nervous to look, feeling bashful all of a sudden for not having proper party manners. But she had to look, because it quickly became apparent that the conversation wasn't going on without it. So she did, and the sight that was awaiting her made her mouth go dry in seconds. Standing before her was the man...the one that she'd been transfixed on earlier. She suddenly hoped that her jaw hadn't gone slack at the realization as she scrambled to think of something to say.

"You'll have to forgive me...I like to take in my surroundings whenever I'm able to," she said to the man, a sheepish smile forming on her face.

"All is forgiven," the man brushed her apology off without second thought. The gruffness in his voice moved her in ways that she truly hadn't been moved before. That, coupled with the intensity of his ocean blue eyes that were currently focused on her, made her feel like her knees could give out at any moment.

"My name's (Y/N). (Y/N) (Y/L/N)," (Y/N) then decided to introduce herself, figuring that the group had already gotten past that step and was waiting for her to catch up.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, (Y/N)," the man said with a slight, greeting-typed nod before continuing, "my name's Tommy. Tommy Shelby," he then offered up his name, along with his hand for her to shake.

"Pleasure to meet you as well, Tommy," she responded to him, accepting the handshake with a kind smile.

"Tommy's my brother," Ada then entered the conversation, making (Y/N) remember that there were others around her, and that she wasn't just standing by herself with this man. "He says he's in town on business, but I think he's come to keep tabs on me," she added, a grin forming on her face as she took a playful jab at her sibling.

"It's nice to meet you, Tommy," Julia offered a greeting similar to (Y/N)'s, which made her wonder if maybe introductions hadn't been completed yet.

"These ladies all belong to one of the finest ballet companies this city has to offer," Ada then gave her brother some more information on the women he'd just been introduced to, her words making Lou playfully chide her.

Small talk re-commenced then, and (Y/N) tried to stay with it for the sake of not making another awkward mistake. She found it hard to be completely focused though, because no matter what she did, she couldn't quite keep her eyes off of Tommy.

——

"Well this is a surprise," Ada remarked when she opened the door to find her brother on the other side of it.

"Do you have plans for this evening?" Tommy asked, deciding to skip the greetings and get to the reason he was standing outside her door.

"I don't," Ada, thankfully, answered without much thought, "is there something you need me for?"

"I need you to come with me," Tommy continued, fishing his watch out of its pocket so that he could make sure he was still on time.

"Where?" now she was answering like the Ada he knew.

"There's a show going on at the theatre...I wanted to go to it and figured you'd might want to come," he gave her some vague details.

"And what is this show exactly?" she asked, tilting her head to the side in a questioning manner.

"Just come with me, Ada," he answered in a dismissive tone, not exactly wanting to play twenty questions at this moment.

Ada pursed her lips, not happy that her brother was being abrupt with her. She took a few moments to think his proposal over, secretly loving how the wait was driving him crazy. "I'll come," she finally agreed to his plan, "just let me make sure that Karl can be watched first," she added, turning and going back into the house to find that live-in nanny and tell her that she was going out.

—

"I never thought there'd come a day where Tommy Shelby would willingly go to a ballet," Ada commented with a smirk as she and Tommy found their seats in the front row of the upper balcony. She'd been sending these little jabs his way since she got the program and realized what show he was bringing them to.

"Ada," Tommy spoke in a warning tone, having heard enough of her teasing.

"Fine, I'll stop," she conceded, although she was trying her best to withhold her giggles.

Tommy just shook his head and turned his attention to the stage's curtains. He could see from the corner of his eye that Ada had opened the program and started flipping through it. He was thankful that she'd now found something else to do. But he wasn't out of the woods just yet.

"Which of the ladies is it?" she asked after a few minutes had passed, her words making him turn to look at her with furrowed brows. "Of the women we met at the party...which one is it?" she added more clarification.

Tommy went to speak, but the house lights dimming stopped - saved - him from having to answer. A round of applause coursed through the theatre as the curtains were pulled aside and the performance began. Tommy spent the next hour or so keeping his eyes fixed on the woman he hadn't been able to rid his mind of since he last saw her at the party.

—

"Oh my, this is so lovely," (Y/N) cooed as she accepted the single flower and hand-drawn picture from one of the girls that had come backstage to meet her, "thank you so much!"

"I drew the picture myself," the girl boasted, her words making (Y/N) look at the picture to see that there were two ballerinas drawn on it: one bigger and one smaller. "I want to be a ballerina one day when I grow up," the girl added, a toothy smile forming on her face.

"You keep practicing and you may just be on stage with us one day," (Y/N) told her, an encouraging smile present on her face.

The group of girls said their goodbyes then, their mothers calling them back over so that they could leave. That was when (Y/N) looked up to see a familiar figure leaning against the wall not too far away. The breath got stuck in her throat as she became focused on him; feeling the exact same feelings she'd experienced at the party. Goodness, he just had this aura to him.

"Tommy," she hated that she said his name a little too eagerly, "I...I would have never expected to see you here," she couldn't help but voice her surprise.

"I was in town and figured I'd come to see a show," he brushed her statement off with a slight shrug of his shoulders after he pushed himself off of the wall to move closer to her.

"Did you come alone?" she just had to ask.

"No, Ada came as well. She went off to find your friend...Lou, I believe it was," he answered, glancing down at the items she was holding then. "Had I known you were accepting gifts, I would have brought one," he said, motioning to the flowers and bears she had in her arms.

"Oh no...that's not necessary," she brushed him off, trying to ignore the giddy feeling she was now getting in her stomach.

"You did well," he complimented her performance, tucking his hands into his pockets as he spoke.

"Thank you," (Y/N) accepted the compliment with a smile. She looked down at the things she was holding then, feeling the heat rise within her more with each second that they held eye contact.

"You know..." Tommy started, clearing his throat before continuing, "you should at least let me take you for a drink; since I came here empty-handed."

His words brought (Y/N)'s eyes back up to his in a flash, and he most certainly caught the look of surprise she was wearing before she tried hard to hide it. "Oh you don't have to do that," she tried to brush his offer off.

"No, I insist," he held steady, "it'd be a way to celebrate a successful show...my first ballet," he added, the final words of his sentence making her let out a stifled laugh.

"You're truly offering?" she checked with him before giving her final answer.

"I am," he nodded, a smile playing on his lips.

She had to bite back the smile that was threatening to form as she took a moment's pause. If she answered too soon, it would have looked like she was overly excited for this opportunity. "I'd like that then," she told him, hoping that her giddiness wasn't plastered clear across her face. "I need to quickly put these in the dressing room," she added, raising her arms slightly to call attention to the gifts she'd been holding.

"I'll be waiting here," he told her, nodding as she turned and walked towards the dressing rooms.

She was unable to get to them without being stopped by Julia first. "Is that the man from the party, (Y/N)?" her friend asked, her eyes swapping between (Y/N) and Tommy.

"It is," (Y/N) answered, again hoping that her giddiness wasn't too apparent.

"What's he doing here?"

"He's offered to take me for drinks," (Y/N) couldn't help but feel proud as she spoke.

A grin spread across Julia's face as she heard her friend's response, "oh so it's like that?" she questioned, wiggling her eyebrows.

"Not exactly like that," (Y/N) was quick to brush her off, "he's just being kind."

"You'll have to tell me all about it at rehearsals tomorrow...we'll see how kind he ended up being," Julia stated, winking as she put emphasis on the word 'kind'.

"It's not like that, Julia!" (Y/N) insisted, her eyebrows raised as she stressed her point in a harsh whisper.

"Don't keep your man waiting." (Y/N)'s statement was ignored, and Julia's grin only grew as she spoke, ending off with giving the other woman a friendly push towards the dressing room.

(Y/N) let out a huff as she went to quickly put the gifts she'd received down. She then hurried to get changed out of her costume before grabbing her things and heading out of the dressing room. Tommy was standing right where she left him, and she sent him a smile as she approached him. He asked her if she was ready, and she nodded, allowing the two to leave the theatre and go wherever they'd be having drinks.

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Conversation came easily between the two as they settled in at the bar of one of the more prestigious clubs in the city. (Y/N) would have loved to look around and get lost in her surroundings but, well...she had more interesting things to look at.

They learned a good bit about each other as they sat and talked. (Y/N) told Tommy all about her rise to the company that she was dancing for now, and Tommy in turn told (Y/N) of how he made his way out of Birmingham, coming from nothing to now dealing with some of the heads of the business sphere. He also made hints at some other avenues that he's simultaneously working in, but didn't really elaborate on them. (Y/N) truly didn't need details though...she'd become so enthralled by this man that she was sure it'd take something dire to make her want to leave him.

So enthralled, in fact, that she did something that would be considered rather bold by her standards and invited him back to her flat for a nightcap. Tommy, who was also enjoying himself, accepted the invitation with no hesitation, then going to pay off their tab so that they could leave the club for the building she lived in.

Things transitioned more than smoothly to her flat. The shift in the energy between them became increasingly more noticeable the closer they got to the building, and neither said a word as they rode the elevator up to her floor, instead choosing to let their eyes do the talking as they held each other's gazes.

If she was being honest, (Y/N) couldn't wait much longer to get him behind the privacy of her door. The second she did, her hands found the lapels of his suit jacket so that she could bring him to her and press their lips together in a haste kiss. Tommy accepted it with a matched eagerness, holding her tight to his body as he deepened it.

"I'm sorry...that was a bit forward of me," (Y/N) panted once they'd pulled away. She couldn't mask the bashfulness that was coming on once her mind caught up to her actions.

"Don't apologize," Tommy told her, taking a chance to take in her features at this new closeness, "I quite liked it." A slight laugh left her lips as he finished speaking, one that sounded like music to his ears.

"Would you like something to drink?" she asked him then.

"Sure."

(Y/N) nodded before she glanced down to where she was still gripping his lapels. She exhaled a breath of a laugh before releasing them and smoothing them back to their previous state. Tommy let go of her waist then, and she quickly turned to head to the kitchen so that he wouldn't see her frown at the loss of contact. He followed her to the kitchen, not really wanting to leave her side either.

"Did you enjoy the performance today?" she asked him as she grabbed a bottle and two glasses.

"I did," he answered after having to recall how the night started. It felt like it happened so long ago at this point. "You didn't have much of a part in it though," he pointed out then.

"Yeah," she answered, a bit of a lopsided smile present as she went about pouring the drinks. "I did audition for the lead in our next show though..." she paused, sliding one glass towards him before she looked up with a smile, "and I got the part!" she couldn't help but voice her happiness to this man she'd only met a week ago.

"Yeah? When is the show?" he asked, genuine curiosity present in his voice.

"It's in two weeks. On the twentieth," a fire started to burn in her stomach at the thought of him coming to see her perform again.

"Fuck," he breathed as he looked down at the glass.

This was a response she was not expecting, and it confused her. "What? Is something wrong?" she asked, all of the excitement now gone.

"I'll be out of town that day, on business," he told her, his simple sentence effectively breaking her heart. Why had she gotten her hopes up?

"Oh," she couldn't help but voice her upset, glancing up at him before she took a drink.

She looked at him again as she set the glass down on the counter, trying not to let this turn of events spoil what had been an otherwise amazing evening. Hell, she had this insanely handsome man in her flat...who was she to stand around and mope over something she couldn't control? Tommy was taking that time to look her over too, and she couldn't help but love the feeling of his eyes on her.

"We still have tonight though..." she spoke again after a few moments had passed, keeping her eyes steady on him, watching his every move.

He let his eyes trail over her face again, taking in every inch of it. He licked his lips as he thought about the magnitude of her statement. "We do have tonight," he answered then, letting her lead the interaction.

She couldn't stop from biting on her bottom lip as she thought of how to word her next question. The energy coursing between them was almost palpable at this point, and she wondered how she was able to shift so quickly from disappointment to desire just by standing in his presence. It felt like ages before she spoke again, a hint of curiosity now sparkling in her eyes: "would you like to come to bed with me?"

Tommy didn't wait ages to give his response. He broke the distance between them in seconds, his hands finding the sides of her face so that he could pull her into a deep kiss.

The kiss alone buried the upset of him not being able to attend her performance, and if it was a precursor of what would come, (Y/N) knew that this would be a night she'd hold in her mind for years to come.

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(Y/N) hadn't had a moment to herself since she exited the stage after final bows. She was being swarmed by the fellow ballerinas in her company, who were congratulating her on a wonderful show and already celebrating their collective performance. She didn't mind it though...she was buzzing from the high herself.

"You have a few fans waiting out in the hall to see you, Miss (Y/L/N)," one of the stagehands told her once she'd finished the conversation she was having.

(Y/N) nodded and allowed the man to lead her to the door that separated the backstage area from the rest of the theatre. He opened the door for her and she thanked him before seeing the same group of little girls that had been at her last show waiting for her. She greeted them with a wide smile, happily accepting their flowers and other gifts that they came back to bring her. After many hugs and a short conversation, she said goodbye and some words of encouragement.

Standing tall again, she looked ahead of her and found the last person she expected to. Tommy Shelby was there, leaning against the wall much like he had last time, but now he had a bouquet of beautiful red roses with him. (Y/N) went over to him without a second thought.

"I brought you flowers this time," he was the first to speak, raising the bouquet slightly to accentuate his statement.

"You...you did," she stuttered out, still not quite believing her eyes, "were...were you...?" She couldn’t get a complete sentence out. Not once in the times they’d met up over the last two weeks did he mention he was able to make it to her show - they hadn’t spoken about it after that night.

"I was," he answered with a slight chuckle, a smile forming on his lips at her shock.

"Please tell me you didn't cancel your plans for me."

"I did," he confirmed what she already knew, "you're worth breaking plans for, love."

The widest smile formed on her face at his statement, and she couldn't help but close the distance to wrap her arms around his neck in a tight hug. He chuckled at her reaction, holding onto her as tightly as she was holding him. "You did amazing," he mumbled into her neck before pressing a kiss to it.

"I'm happy you came," she said, holding back her emotions with a smile as she pulled away, "so happy," she added, her hands moving to his face so that she could kiss him.

Even though she’d just given what was surely the best performance of her career, (Y/N) couldn’t deny that she’d never felt happier than she did at this moment.

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This was the very first Thomas Shelby x Reader story I ever read! And I love it to bits! 

Hi, i absolutely love your work. I was wondering if you could please do a thomas blurb/ one shot and femreader where the reader is autistic but masks a lot so its hidden and he can tell when they’re getting overwhelmed so he like sorts helps them out? i’m sorry if this a bad description i’m autistic myself and extremely bad at wording things

Hello darling ☺️🧡 Your description is perfect, I hope you like what I wrote and I hope I got everything right! 🤗I'm so sorry for the long wait!

Escape to me // Thomas Shelby x fem!Reader

Y/n loved her in-laws to bits, she truly did. But unfortunately they were a lot to take in sometimes. They were loud, expressive and very very talkative.

It made her feel extremely welcome to have them be so openly themselves in front of her, but she could not lie. It overwhelmed her.

People often did not understand her. She had had a tough time with social situations since she was a child. Slowly when she was made very aware that she was dealing with something not everyone felt, she started doing what she called 'masking'.

She started learning social cues, forcing herself to hold eye-contact and she even learned to try and hide when her whole body felt like it got pins and needles because of sensory overload.

When she had met Tommy, it had been difficult for her to be with him at first. He was such a mystery and it often gave her a headache. Luckily Arthur had been a blunt horn of honesty and told her that she needs not worry, Tommy would come around.

And so Tommy did. Getting to know her, being patient with her and what made her the most loved was the fact that he was so attentive of her from the beginning. Coming to her aid when she felt lost in conversations, leading her away when she started to feel bad, taking a hold of her hand to give her something to ground herself to during parties....he truly did so much for her.

Like he now as they sat in the divan next to each other, trying to keep up with the argument between Ada and John. Tommy dropping out of it, as he noticed his sweetheart go quiet.

"Sweetheart, do you want to get fresh air?", he rumbles to her quietly. Y/n turns to him surprised. "You were rockin', and your whole body is as tense as a clenched fist"

Tommy knew she was used to masking and could go on for hours but it still worried him. He often felt like a devil but when he had heard of the things his darling had been told for being different, he realized that the world was full of so many different devils and he was not the worst kind.

He had seen her when the overstimulation led to a bad meltdown and he did not wish to see it again; no, he did not wish for her to go through it again.

Y/n plays with her fingers and tries to stroke her palm along her thigh as the sensory overload gets worse. Now seeing Ada, John and Arthur laughing in their own conversation, she nods at her lover's suggestion.

Together the two head into another room, where Tommy guides her gently to an arm chair, covering her with a soft blanket and kneeling beside her. "Do you want to put this over your ears?", he asks softly holding up another blanket.

She shakes her head, it had not gotten that bad yet. "It's just been a long day", she whispers taking a deep breath. She knew that she didn't need to mask in front of Tommy, Ada or Arthur, but Polly and Johnny sometimes said blunt things that hurt her. They were not malicious, it was just clear to her that they did not yet fully understand her.

Reaching her hand she grasps one of his and pulls it on her lap to pay with the ring on his finger. "Thank you for being so observant", she says timidly, feeling lightly guilty for Tommy having to do this for her.

Tommy hums and reaches up to cup her cheek to lean her head down so he can kiss her forehead. "You can always escape to me", he promises quietly his voice deep and soothing.

Together they close their eyes and rest their foreheads together, perhaps it was not only her, but the both of them that needed this from time to time.

Daddy!Tommy is literally one of my favourite subgenres of Peaky Blinders fanfics to read. He's always so sweet and loving and my whole heart just explodes. In short, I need to marry him immediately. 

Ahh, Cia!! Thank you for this lovely little gif!!! This scene between Tommy and Charlie was sweet (even with the underlying sadness of the circumstances they were placed in) - I figured why not do what I do best and spin it into some fluff?? There’s no warnings on this - it’s just a little conversation that popped into my head after I was watching the gif for a bit. Enjoy! 🥰

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“Why are you feeding him that, Thomas?” (Y/N) asks after standing straight just in time to see her husband hand her son a sprig of leaves.

“It’s nothing that’ll hurt him, love,” Tommy answered, brushing off his wife’s concern.

“You’re going to spoil his dinner with it. The food’s almost finished,” she pointed out, motioning to the pot that was hanging over the fire.

“It’s only a few mint leaves,” he stated, glancing back at Charlie just in time to see him put yet another leave into his mouth, “he’s not going to get full on it alone.” He couldn’t deny that the young boy was really enjoying eating the mint leaves.

“If he’s like his father, he will,” she couldn’t help but say, a smirk forming on her face even though she tried hard to hold it back.

Tommy said nothing in response, only letting the slightest grin form on his face as he put another leaf into his mouth. There was no way he could argue her point…what (Y/N) said most certainly wasn’t wrong.

𝓓𝓪𝔂 1 - Silent Lovemaking || Tommy Shelby x fem!reader

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Summary: Tommy enjoys long, passionate sex. You both need to stay quiet because Arthur is up late at night again.

Warnings: smut without plot (quiet sex)

Word count: 1119

Author: Bear

A/N: the prompt for today is: Quiet Sex

Despite his best efforts, Tommy was unable to resist grabbing your delicate hips and ramming his manhood deep inside you, and not filling the room with the sounds of pleasure. He guessed you were probably holding back as well. His eyes watched as his cock disappeared inside your quivering body as Tommy slowly and deeply moved his hips. He especially loved it when you moaned softly and then grabbed his forearms. While he continued to penetrate you slowly in the missionary position, Shelby looked at your soft, thin body, your pink erect nipples, and your flat stomach. His left thumb stimulated your pink clitoris, causing you to moan in a louder tone. Despite the dim light of the moon falling into the room through a half-opened window and a thick curtain shifted to the wall, he could see your love for it on your face.

The motion between your bodies was perfect, with your hips rising slightly with each angled thrust of his, just as they had all night as you bent to Tommy's every whim.

As he gazed at your face, he was mesmerized by all your strikingly beautiful features, the hypnotic gaze of your eyes, the soft pinkness creeping up your cheeks, and your perfectly shaped lips. Tommy was in love with you and he needed to show you that as he increased the strength of his thrusts.

It is a fundamental truth that every person you will ever have sex with will feel differently, and some will feel better than others. 

Tommy had to admit that no woman - not a single one - had ever felt as warm, inviting and as perfectly tight as you did, not even Grace. Your pussy appeared to be crafted by God for his pleasure, and it was heaven on earth.

Taking a deep, audible breath, you said, "Oh my God, I can feel you... I can feel you all the way in my stomach, fuck, you're so deep."

Grabbing your breast and squeezing your nipple, he asked, "Do you like it?"

"God, please don't ever stop," you said as you grabbed Tommy's head and pulled him down. "God, I need you so much," you whispered flatly against his lips.

After kissing for a moment, he hugged you, forcing your head against his right shoulder as he increased his thrusts. 

As you all got louder, Tommy could hear your wet pussy, the slapping of naked bodies, and the creaking of the bed. Tommy let out low grunts as he felt you get even tighter. "That's it, but stay quiet, baby" he stopped moving as your sweet cunt squeezed him in a pulsing, rhythmical manner, tighter than he had ever felt, even when he had fucked those two sweet twenty-year-olds in the summer. Tommy's voice escaped him in sounds of pleasurable agony as he felt the pulsating pussy of yours pushed his impending orgasm closer without ever moving your bodies too much. "That's it..." He grunted again as your orgasm continued; you latched on to Tommy, wrapping your legs so tightly around him.

You let out a muffled yell as you dug your face into his shoulder.

With one last grunt from him, you both gasped as he said, "That's it... that's my girl."

While you remained motionless and quiet, he fought the urge to cum with every thump of his heartbeat that he felt on his cock.

"I can't believe we've been here that long," you said as you suddenly broke the silence.

Tommy looked at the clock on my nightstand. It read 3 in the morning. "I guess we should finish then."

In a whisper, you asked, "Do we have to? I am having so much fun," and sucked his lower lip before biting it lightly.

Tommy slowly began to enter and exit you again, each inch of his existence perfectly accepted by your velvety touch. With each thrust, he started to go harder, lifting your waist up and off the bed, his arms cupping your soft ass as your back arched. He tried his hardest to be quiet, but after a few more thrusts he began to lose himself. The bed was no longer quiet as you began to make your sexy music heard and your skin contact was clearly audible.

Tommy stopped when he heard someone coughing in the background. The voice belonged to Arthur.

However, you did not. Rhythmically lifting and lowering your hips, you began to fuck him while Tommy stood motionless.

Once again, there was a cough, followed by the opening of a door. "Y/N," Tommy whispered.

"Yes, Tommy?" You asked as you continued your movements.

His hands grabbed your waist as he flipped you over, allowing him to exit your pussy. His hands caressed your smooth body as he kissed you deeply.

There was another cough, and then another.

"Looks like Arthur is starting to get sick," Tommy whispered.

Smiles and giggles filled your mouth as you began to kiss his chest, then went down to his stomach, and finally reached his cock. Your tongue rang softly on Tommy's hard shaft as you expertly used your hand. You took it out and continued jerking him while you smiled for a solid minute, working on the tip, twisting your hand, making every nerve in his penis light up. 

Tommy could hear a low slurping sound mixed with your mews of excitement. When Tommy's jizz moved quickly upward, he found himself taking quick, fast breaths.

While you licked the back of his shaft from balls to tip, you took him deep down your throat, looking at him constantly. After pulling him out of your mouth, you asked, "Are you going to cum for me, Tommy?"

As Tommy grabbed the bedsheets, he gave a slight nod.

Continuing inch by inch, you massaged his balls and squeezed them with your other hand as your right hand worked along with your mouth. 

As his balls began to tense, faster and faster, Tommy felt his cock about to be milked. He soon felt himself explode; hips buckled, legs shook, as his balls emptied. After forty minutes of slow, quiet fucking, Tommy felt relieved.

"I think I should head out now," you whispered as you picked up your clothes and wrapped your silky nightgown around you.

"Stay. I love you, Y/N," Tommy said to you. 

You nodded at him willingly and took a seat on the edge of his bed. "I love you too. Thank you for taking me straight to heaven tonight."

Tommy was rethinking the entire intercourse as he ran his palm over your back; he couldn't have been happier for he finally had a woman who was both a caring partner and a tigress in the sheets.

A Helpful Ally || Tommy Shelby x fem!reader

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Summary: After yet another "disagreement" with people he "works with", Tommy meets you on his way home, already knowing that you will not let him handle things on his own.

Warnings: none

Word count: 740

Authors: Bear & Cass

A/N: today’s prompt: Recovery

As a result of yet another fight he had gotten into, Tommy had an intense pain in the side of his chest. Normally, he would not have gotten to your place, but he met you on the street on his way home and after being asked too many questions, he agreed to follow you to your house. "I told you, Y/N, I'm fine, it's nothing."

"No, Tom. I'm done with your excuses. Get inside on your own, or I'll drag you in myself," you growled, frustrated with his nonsense. It was obvious he didn't look good, yet he remained stubborn, as always.

With a loud sigh and rubbing his temple, Tommy stepped into your flat and slowly took his thick, black coat off, hanging it on a wooden hanger standing by the door.

"Tommy, you look like shit this time. What happened?" You asked as you walked into the bathroom to get whatever you needed.

"Just a little disagreement," he told you simply, and headed to your living room.

As you grabbed a bottle of whiskey for him, you muttered, "Little you say? It looks like a big argument where you got beaten up to me." Tommy took a seat on a couch and followed you with his blue eyes. "Might be considered a big disagreement."

"Undress," you ordered, handing him the bottle.

He accepted the bottle but put it on a coffee table standing in front of the couch. "I don't need it."

"If you say so," you nodded and sat down. Once your equipment was on the coffee table, you began slowly unbuttoning his vest and shirt.

He let you do that, his gaze never left your face. "You're not a nurse. How do you imagine patching me up?"

During the course of undressing him, you told him, "Well, my aunt is a nurse, and she showed me a few things, perfect for situations like this."

The wound wasn't deep, which made you sigh in relief. "The little disagreement doesn't involve a knife, I thought," you offered him a glance and curled your lips in a mischievous grin.

To prevent himself from groaning, Tommy clenched his teeth together as you ran your fingers along the edges of his wound. Looking at him briefly, you began cleaning the wound carefully so that it would not get any worse.

Tommy sat calmly, breathing steadily despite the sharp, burning pain that spread throughout his body whenever you touched the wound. "I appreciate it."

"Tommy Shelby appreciates something? That's something new," you said as you carefully wrapped the wound. "You ain't leaving this house today, I hope you know that."

His eyebrow was cocked. "What do you mean?"

Your reply was simple, "You're staying with me tonight. I'm not letting you walk around like this."

"Y/N, it's far from necessary."

"There is a wounded person in my house. I apologize for that, but I will decide where you stay. I will also take into account that this will not be the first time you stay here overnight," you winked at him as a smile spread across your lips.

A mischievous grin appeared on his lips as he recalled your naked form curled against him during one of his many overnight stays at your apartment. After treating his wound, you kissed his cheek before getting up.

His hand briefly stroked your cheek.

"I'll put the stuff away. You can go to the bedroom, I'm sure you remember where it is."

Tommy heeded your advice, and soon he was lying on your bed with his hands under his head.

When you joined him in your bedroom, you commented, "For once, you listened to me. This was something new for you."

"Will you now play a nurse for me, Y/N?" He asked, raising one of his eyebrows.

"Mr. Shelby, I have no choice but to keep an eye on you since you like to get yourself into trouble so much," you bit your lower lip, gently caressing his cheek.

He smiled at you. I really appreciate your kindness and sweet gesture, Y/N."

Turning your head away slightly, you tried to hide the blush that crept onto your cheeks. "Oh, Tommy, you're such a sweet talker!"

Tommy caught your chin between his thumb and index finger and pulled you close to him; after brushing your noses together, he whispered softly, "I can be sweet for people I deeply care about, Y/N."

A Whiteout || Tommy Shelby x wife!reader

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Summary: Tommy enjoys spending time with you during a whiteout.

Warnings: none

Word count: 713

Authors: Bear & Cass

A/N: today’s prompt: Stuck Inside a Snowstorm

Tommy gazed out the window pane into the raging snowstorm that was turning his house snow-white. However happy he was, although he loved winter, part of him longed to wrap the trees in woolens and make woolen garments for those who could not find shelter in his own home. Although he used to be considered a dangerous man, he was only doing what any man would do - protecting his loved ones and ensuring a decent living for them.

"Isn't it beautiful? There's something magical about all the snow falling down and covering the earth," you whispered, holding a mug of freshly brewed coffee in your hands as you walked into his office. You handed him the mug as he turned to you.

With a quiet and short thank you escaping his lips, Tommy accepted the mug, returning his attention to the world outside the window. "You're more than right, Y/N."

"It's just a shame we're stuck in here," you sighed before taking a sip of your drink. In fact, you didn't mean it that way - despite its beauty, winter was cruel enough to lock people inside their homes. Even though you disliked the low temperatures, you didn't complain. Tommy was always out running his shady businesses, while you stayed home and waited till late at night for him to return home to join you in bed. A chance like this to spend more time with your husband was like gold to you. "Come, there's the warmth of the fireplace in the living room. It's all nice and cozy."

Your pleas soon prompted Tommy to join you in front of the fireplace, where the fire danced happily, its tongues licking wood locks placed there by you.

With a smile, you set down your cup and wrapped your arms around his arm, enjoying his closeness.

When the clouds were a woolen gray shawl above the town, Tommy could still feel your shared happy memories and your presence itself emanated warmth, warming his soul up.

The moment was nice, but you needed something more. A brilliant idea suddenly struck you, and you got up from your place. 

As you walked to Tommy's gramophone, you picked out a vinyl and put it on; it was a nice slow song, and it would be perfect for dancing to. "Tommy?"

In a flash, Tommy grasped your idea - he got up from his seat, set the mug down on a wooden table, then approached you and gripped your waist with one hand, placing the other on your hip as he started slowly rocking with you to the rhythm of the music.

"It is just like our wedding day," you whispered, nuzzling his chest. "Perhaps getting stuck at home because of the snow wasn't so disastrous. I can finally spend some time with my husband."

He spun you slowly while his fingers caressed your back. "I know. I enjoy snuggling up next to you throughout this cold season."

"It's too bad you're not doing it more frequently. I miss you when you are out, doing God knows what all day."

He reminded you with a soft tap on the bridge of your nose, "Only because of my business do we have what we do. I'll try to spend more time with you, I promise."

"I know Tommy, I know. I just miss you so much. Not to mention that I am worried about you."

Tommy's grip on your waist grew tighter as snow fluttered outside the window. "You're the stunning wife of mine, and I adore how near we are getting."

As you pulled him into a gentle kiss, you chuckled softly, "I'd love to get even closer if I may be honest."

Tommy rubbed his face into your hair and mumbled, "Snow came down as heaven's sunlit glitter to bring our earth to a fresh sheen. Didn't it come as a remedy for our longings? For us wanting to be close again? Just you and I?"

You took his hand in yours and quietly said, "I think you're right. I've got an idea." Gently pulling him toward the staircase, you suggested, "How about spending this cold time in our comfy, warm bed together?"

A seed of anticipation sprouted as a tiny grin spread across his lips. "That's some brilliant idea."

A Setting Sun || Tommy Shelby x fem!reader

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Summary: The sunset is a beautiful sight for you and Tommy Warnings: none

Word count: 720

Author: Bear

On the horizon, a red and gold sunset blossomed.

With your hand safely tucked under his shoulder, Tommy watched the redness cover the sky as it darkened with each passing minute.

You walked arm-in-arm with Tommy Shelby, the leader of the notorious Peaky Blinders gang, through the chilly winter park. You were both bundled up in thick coats, gloves, and hats to ward off the biting cold. Despite the weather, you felt your heart warm at the sight of the sunset that lay ahead of you.

Keeping your voice soft as you improved the scarf around your neck, you asked, "It's beautiful, isn't it?"

Tommy replied with a short nod of his head, omitting unnecessary words in the process.

As you entered the park, the sun was just beginning to dip below the horizon, casting a warm orange glow over everything. The sky was a canvas of pink, orange, and gold, painted by the setting sun. The bare trees that lined the park were silhouetted against the colorful sky, their branches reaching out like delicate fingers.

Tommy led you to a quiet corner of the park, where you could watch the sunset in peace. You couldn't help but shiver as the cold air whipped around you, but you felt grateful to be sharing the moment with Tommy. You huddled close together, watching the sky turn from orange to pink to a deep, moody purple.

"While I wouldn't consider myself romantic, I love how the hues change ever so slowly," he said out of the blue, his eyes fixed on the horizon line.

"Yes, you're right, love," you whispered somberly, resting your head on his shoulder and watching the sun slowly sink beneath the horizon.

As the sun sank lower and lower, the colors in the sky intensified, the clouds reflecting the fiery hues of the setting sun. You felt a sense of peace wash over you, as though all the troubles of the world had melted away. You were content to simply be with Tommy, watching the winter sunset with him by your side, without speaking any meaningless words. As you knew, he was rather a strong silent type, but you didn't mind it at all; in the end, you fell for his personality.

Tommy looked down at you, his eyes softening as he took in your beauty. He brushed a strand of hair out of your face, his touch gentle and tender. "Happy Valentine's Day," he whispered, his voice low and husky.

You smiled up at him, your heart swelling with love. "It's perfect," you said. "Thank you for bringing me here."

"I love you," Tommy told you, gently kissing your right cheek and slowly caressing your back.

The strong scent of his cologne lingered over your nose as you replied, "I love you too, darling."

Tommy smiled back at you, a hint of mischief in his eyes. "I have another surprise for you," he said. "But first, let's enjoy this moment together."

You watched the winter sunset together in silence, the only sound the gentle rustling of leaves in the wind. As the last sliver of sun disappeared below the horizon, you felt a sense of sadness wash over you. You didn't want the moment to end, but you knew that with Tommy, there was always something exciting waiting around the corner. 

As you looked at him with a spark of curiosity in your eyes, you said, "You said you had something more prepared."

A little nod came from Tommy and he glanced at you. "Are you really interested in knowing?"

"Of course I am!" You patted his shoulder and straightened your back.

Tommy's lips twitched just enough to show he was enjoying his thoughts, whatever they were. His senses were heightened by your proximity, but he remained silent, allowing himself to be lost in the moment for a little longer. Tommy turned to you, his eyes dark and intense. "Let's get out of here then," he offered, his tone nothing but a whisper in the darkness. "I'm taking you to a fancy dinner and we can continue our Valentine's Day evening at home later."

You felt a shiver of excitement run down your spine. You knew that with Tommy, anything was possible. Together, you walked hand in hand into the night, ready for whatever adventures lay ahead.

a little something i posted on my fanfic blog @madeinlisbon

NIGHTLY SORROWS | THOMAS SHELBY

pairing: thomas shelby × reader

tw: grief (reader is dead), angst

word count: 724

cross-posted on: ao3

a/n: this is more of a drabble, just a little something i wrote before bed. italics signal a flashback/memory.

Far into the winter, all of Birmingham was covered in fog and cold. The houses were dimly illuminated by the bleak sunshine during the day, then engulfed by darkness in the later hours, and Arrow House was no exception, looking and feeling particularly gloomy. Despite all efforts done by staff to make it warm and hospitable for its owner, the most important part of it was lost forever, and could never be replaced- you.

The clock on the bedside table read one o'clock. Tommy sat in what was once your shared bed, now only his. His mind was playing tricks on him yet again, clouding his conscience with visions of you, the feeling of longing and regret leaving a bad taste on his tongue.

No matter the circumstances, Thomas Shelby wouldn't ever say he is an emotional or sensitive man. With all the horrors he's seen, all the men he's brutally murdered, the business he leads, there was just no space in his life for feelings. Even so, that doesn't mean they didn't plague him- in fact, they took over his mind at every given chance. Every time he let himself breathe and relax his muscles, he was taken there, to a place where you exposed the thoughts and emotions buried the deepest in his consciousness.

"Tom?" you called, a smile painted on your face. Oh, this was one of his favourite memories. "Look, I want you to see this." your request caught his attention, making him glance up at you, taking notice of the new garments on your frame. "What do you think?" you gestured at your outfit. "The seamstress finished it earlier today. I'm thinking of wearing it the charity event next week."

If only he didn't take you to that ball...

"It looks perfect. you're always beautiful, love." Tommy replied, watching you change back into your nightgown, joining him in bed- back when it was still both his and yours to share.

"Fuck." he spoke in a low, tired tone. He had to get his shit together, stop reminiscing, he thought to himself. Well, perhaps later he would- for now, he wanted to keep you around, in whatever way possible.

The hours went by as Thomas drowned himself with work in the office, a poor attempt to drown out the thought of you. He got up from his chair, dragging his tired self to the cabinet and pouring himself a glass of whisky. Sitting behind the desk again, he drank up the contents of the glass in one uninterrupted take, setting it on the wooden desk quite harshly.

For a second, his head was empty. Then, there you were- the vision of your ghost like an oasis sighting to him. You took a step closer to him, standing behind the office desk as you rested your hands on his shoulders, earning a relieved sigh from Tommy, who leaned into your touch almost desperately.

"Did you miss me, darling?" Your voice was like medicine to his soul, making the pain drift away while he heard it- except it made his heart ache even more after, when he was reminded you weren't truly there anymore.

"Everyday, love." He replied with a tormented tone.

"You know you can't keep living like this, Tom. Our son needs a father." You spoke softly. "He needs you."

"There's no joy in this house without you, (y/n). Charlie misses you just like me, everyday."

You remained silent for some time, offering comfort with your touch rather than words. Tommy accepted every gesture of yours, taking every second he could get with you.

"It's not your fault, Tom. There was nothing you could do to prevent that bullet from reaching me." You spoke up again, kneeling down until your lips reached his ear. "Do you remember my last request to you, just before I died?"

"To be good to Charlie, take care of him." The expression on his face was pained as he answered your question, reminding him of your last moments on earth.

"Exactly. Have you gotten him a horse yet?"

"Yes. I bought him one for Christmas, a good breed."

"That's good. Be patient with him, Tom. He's got a strong-willed spirit like yours."

Tommy felt your lips on his cheek, looking up to see your face. But just like that, you were gone once more.