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nsfw activities with j cody.

about. sex is fun!

warnings. gif not mine, nsfw themes nd shit, a bit rough

put a pin in this. y'all i finally got motivation to write smut(ish) for the first time in like over a year lmfao.. ew

pool sex.

— when the two of you have the house to yourselves, you’ll most likely go skinny dipping for the hell of it and one thing leads to another..

— j had you pressed against the pool wall, your eyes closed tightly, biting the inside of your cheek as j guides his cock into you, pressing kisses along your shoulders before fully thrusting in, earning a sharp breath from the both of you. he grasps both your tits as he shoved into you roughly from behind.

car sex.

— i know this man really only rides a bike in the first few seasons but when he buys his car.. quickies in the front driver seat all the time, and sometimes in the back when he has time for.

— you turn your head to j with as your laugh settles down in your chest, eyes traveling down to his lap where he pats, softly, cuing you to climb over the middle console as you begun to unzip your jean shorts. he grinned a closed mouth smile at you as he begun to unzip his pants, you soon helping him after you’re left in your underwear. his lips were pressed against yours, no longer taking it slow as your underwear was pushed to the side and you slide onto his cock, both of you throwing your heads back.

giving each other head.

— j was leaned against the kitchen counter as he tipped his head back in a soft groan, your tongue slowly swirling around his tip before you fully ring your mouth around his cock, bobbing your head up and down as his hand wraps around your hair.

— “you’re so fucking hot,” j shakes his head before licking a strip of your pussy, already making your stomach tie up in knots before he leans full in, beginning to lick and suck at your clit while gripping your thighs tightly. your back arched and your head rolled as you wiggled against the tension that begun to fill your stomach.

thigh riding.

— j has relatively thick thighs that provide a rather intense amount of pleasure.. something that you hadn’t discovered till he was working and you were rather horny, kissing his neck while running your hands along his chest and shoulders, trying to get him to take a break.

— “if you’re trying to get off, you’re going to have to do it yourself, love,” he rubbed his eyes as he leaned back slightly with a sigh, you pouted before taking a seat on his thigh…

praise kink.

— 100% loves praising you, especially when you’re on top with heavy breathing and low and loud moans. 

— “you feel so good” and “i love it when you’re bouncing on my cock” and “atta girl, you’re doing so good”

choking kink.

— as a representation of his dominance, he chokes you A LOT.

— when eating you out, when you’re bottom, his hand will most likely always be around your throat, lightly squeezing (but never hard enough till you can’t breathe) as he slides himself in and out of you, pounding harder and harder as time increased.

teasing and begging.

— THIS MAN can be an ASSHOLE. he’ll make you beg to cum and even then he’ll only continuously tease you and edge you on with his tongue or just slowly entering in and out, making you frustrated. he’ll leave you high and dry sometimes just because he’s like that (but he never disappoints when he pulled through).

— “i want to hear you beg, sweetheart,” his eyes flicked down to you as he slowly pushed you down to your knees, your eyes going innocent as he licked his lips and caressed your face lightly with his thumb gliding across your cheekbone. “and maybe then i’ll let you cum.”

biting.

— okay this is kinda weird asf but i feel like he would just bite you at random times- and not necessarily hard (unless he’s really getting into it) but just little nibbles to show affection?? and even leave marks?? he does it a lot during foreplay along your neck and even your inner thighs. he also just does it in general.

dominance.

— he’s dominate over you 100% and it stems from being protective of you in general. so, he’s often on top and takes control of where and how the sex goes lmfao uh.. he’s very controlling tbh.

finger sucking.

— at the beginning of your relationship, he was gentle and before you would kiss, he would run his thumb across your lips, slowly toying with your bottom lip before he slowly shoved his thumb into your mouth, making you suck and run your tongue over his thumb.

made for display, part one. thomas shelby x reader

summary: a widely known performer seems to catch the attention of a gang leader who can't seem to get her out of his head

warning/s: swearing, drinking, really bad writing because i don't want to revise my old writing, smoking, harassment, and slight violence

slater’s note: this was originally a wattpad book of mine (just slightly edited) with an original character (kiera knightly as a faceclaim) but y’know, let me post it here 😁😁😐

you love the way people stare at you even when they have no reason to. their eyes could simply be wandering the room and then land on you for no reason and just stick there.

you loved it because it gave you some form of power that no one could seem to place. the attention they fed you reflected off of you and gave you a glowing effect, attracting more eyes. it was a mentality really; no one could be you, no one could beat you, there was no like you.

however, the attention came to be a bit much when it came to certain men, especially men like harvey lucas. a man who made constant passes at you and when rejected; he made other equally indecent men make passes at you.

there was a constant growing of discomfort that would just form in the pit of your stomach each time he came into your vision. you just couldn't avoid him no matter how hard you tried, he always found his way to you.

you made money by playing piano at the hudson; a large ballroom that was open every night, and had you play every saturday. you made good money but you also made good impressions on some of the men that would watch you, making it easy for harvey lucas to find someone to force on you.

you leaned against the copper bar rail with a glass of wine in hand as you observed the men and women that swung along to the music together.

a small smile of amusement formed on your face as you continued to watch until it was suddenly dropped when you saw the eager face of harvey from the corner of your eye; he was looking for someone.

he was looking for you.

you quickly adjusted yourself off the bar railing, setting down the glass half full of thick red wine before pushing yourself into the crowd of dancing people in hopes his eyes wouldn't catch you.

you looked around frantically, looking for someone to hide behind or to just to talk to so you could drown out harvey who was soon to find you. it was always better with the company of another person, it always made it hard for the man to push on his abrasive words.

your eyes land on a man who, conveniently, was looking right at you. you almost smirk but he slowly diverts his eyes to somewhere else with a blank expression, almost thinking you wouldn't notice him if he was subtle, but it was too late, he was already quick pray.

you glided across the slick polished wooden floors to the man who stood to the side with a glass of whiskey.

you smile when his eyes find their way back to you when you’re only five feet away. he seems unaffected, as if he expected you to come around eventually, like this was his plan the whole time, even as he had no idea who you were.

and you smiled to yourself knowing he was very well unaware that you had no intention in sleeping with him, but only to escape from the drooling men that chased after you.

"do you dance?"

maybe you liked him, chose him because he wasn't drooling all over you, and of course that's the way things go? you desire the ones who don't desire you.

he nods slowly and always hesitantly, taking a sip of the drink in his hand, not offering you any verbal response. but you take that as an opening to drag him onto the dance floor as he wasn't speaking; wasn't protesting.

eyes seemed to land on the two of you, including the ones of harvey who was after you. you smiles to yourself as you can see the disappointment clouding his features from the corner of your eye.

thank god.

thomas shelby reluctantly places his hand on your hip as well as lacing his fingers with yours. he purses his lips while studying your features as your eyes dart around the room, as if your anxiety was turned to a high and he found that strange.

"these people, mr. shelby, they take great interest in you," you mumble while studying other people and the way they look at you, no, the way they look at him.

"who are you?"

you finally look to him, finding his icy eyes that seem to stare into your soul. they make you lightly shiver, but you keep your composure, slightly smiling to hide the fear that started to creep into the back of your mind.

you were a fool to consider him as a dance partner so lightly.

his eyebrows were raised high, "how do you know who i am?"

"i don't."

he leaves your eyes, looking at the crowds of people who you were referring to, and he frowns at your incorrect observation.

"they're all staring at you."

thomas has never seen you a day of his life until now. it took him on edge on how well you seemed to know him for no reason, but it's as if he forgets how notorious him and his brothers are.

"they're staring at the both of you."

you closed your eyes tightly at the voice, leaving tommy all the more confused. he formed his lips in a tight line glancing at the man who stood uncomfortably close to the two of you who continued to dance to the music.

"fuck off, eh? harvey," you mumbled, your eyes wandering around the cream colored room.

"wouldn't you like that, huh, y/n?"

thomas looks between the two of you, loosening his grip on you and you notices right away, your head flipping to him. you give him a desperate look that he sees a lot from woman.

you didn't want him to leave you to another conversation with the man that continued to stand next to you in an awkward stance.

but thomas fully lets go of you, nodding to the man named "harvey".

you bite the inside of your cheek as you watch the man smooth down the front of his nice three-piece suit while walking away, back to his scotch.

"you look nice."

you scoff, marching back to the bar where your alcoholic drink also awaited.

maybe, you thought, maybe if i act like he's not here, he'll go away.

but he didn't. he continued to talk about the hotel room he had up in the hudson and how he was ready to go up at anytime.

"harvey, you really have no idea how much i'd like to strangle you right now," you mumbled, connecting the tip of your wine glass to your lips.

you glanced his way while you take in the thick liquid down your throat. he thinks while looking at his shoes before looking back up to you.

he comes in really close to where his lips are connected to your ear, "i'd prefer to be the one who strangles while fucking you senseless."

you could feel your blood boiling to the point you couldn't even think, so you smashed your wine glass over the top of his head.

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His cold blue eyes glare at her face. She's covered in tears, unable to hold the burning pain in her heart anymore. It shot out like rushing water through an old dam. Y/N's words made his head buzz with pain. He felt paralyzed. The room felt smaller than ever before, almost like it started closing up on them both. The expectant gaze she was shooting him was... Too much. Gaping sadness with a tiny flame of undying hope. His blood ran cold.

"You can find it here" Robert started in a low, shaky voice, pointing at the bed in the middle of his room, breaking her heart with each word. "Or there" He pointed towards the bathroom, where they were intimate just minutes ago. His jaw clenched as her eyes begged him to not say it. Taking a deep breath, he let it go. "But you won't find it here." His shaky hand pointed towards his heart. "You're wasting your time, Y/N."

...and it felt like the sky started falling

Office romance is never a good idea

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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.

WICKED GAMES

Summary: Jackson had one task, to protect her while her house wasn't a safe place anymore, not after her fiancé got them in trouble with the wrong people. How is it going to work out with her combativeness and Jackson's feisty approach? The story begins when things get slightly out of control.

Word count: 4.6k

A/N: There will be part two

Rushing to “my” room, I couldn't even sob properly. Even breathing was a struggle after the situation that took place just a mere hour ago. Not to mention the conversation that followed, and hurtful words from my fiancé.

The only person who was supposed to be always on my side.

The whole situation turned on me, and yet, he had absolutely no interest in listening to a word coming from my mouth. I could still hear Harry's raised voice, hushed by a quieter tone coming from Jackson as he said something that I couldn't really hear. Fury was filling me head to toe at the lack of understanding. At the whole fucking situation that Jackson, basically, put me in. Getting into bed, I hid my face in a pillow, finally able to sob quietly. Ringing silence followed by a sudden, dramatic slam of the front door.

“Don't cry” Low, husky voice echoed throughout the hall, as Jackson's steps grew closer to my room.

I didn't even have the strength to get up and push him off the bed after he decided to sit down next to me.

“He doesn't want me anymore, he won't marry me.” I said quietly, my head turning to look at his face. Resentment growing at the memory of every detail of the conversation with my fiancé.

“Harry doesn't think like that, he just… got carried away, yeah? Got a little angry.” Jackson was convinced, trying to make it all sound better, but he was clearly lacking skills on how to cheer someone up. My blood boiled.

“Angry?” I sat up abruptly. “I was the one who almost got sexually assaulted and he didn't even bother to hug me or take me home.” I growled, my eyes becoming teary once again.

He licked his lips out of habit, I noticed. I had made a pretty strong argument, so he thought for a moment.

After a long minute Jackson sighed deeply, his brows furrowed and eyes focused on the floor in front of him. Suddenly he took off his jacket and threw it on the dresser.

“I'm mad at you too.” I said, sniffling in the meantime and wiping my nose. “For leaving me, and it's not the first time. You were supposed to protect me.” My voice grew shaky as I spoke the truth. We both knew it was right.

Jackson looked at me without emotion. Then he looked down at his fingers.

“I had no choice.” He eventually said, straightening his back, running a hand through his thick hair.

“You could have told me you were going with your goblin girlfriend, then I wouldn't have gone.” My eyes locked onto his face, I could see the twitching of his eye. He was clearly uncomfortable, but so was I and it was all his fault anyway. “Do you know how I felt when you just followed after her, and left me alone?” My tone grew sharper, accusatory.

“I'm not proud of what I did.” He admitted, clearing his throat beforehand. Jackson's body heat was slightly distracting. The warmth from him was highly appreciated, even if I wouldn't admit it. I pulled my knees up to my chest, wrapping my arms around them.

"--and that's fine, I hate you with all my heart." My lower lip trembled. “I wanted to be friends with you, I tried to make our time more pleasant, I even fed you when your girlfriend simply refused to do so, and you know what? I've learned that it's better to be a cold bitch or you'll get your ass kicked like I did. Like I always do.” After my words, silence filled the room for a longer moment. I thought that maybe they landed right, but then he spoke up again.

“That's not true, you don't hate me.” Jackson stated. Like he was stating something obvious, looking at me emotionlessly. I got even more angry that THAT was the only thing he caught.

“I do hate you,” I growled, grabbing him by the collar. Jackson was clearly surprised, and I clenched my jaw. “I wish you would suffer like I did.”

It was the first time in my life that I was this close to him. He looked down at me without breaking eye contact.

“You didn't even admit to him that it was all your fault.” I shook my head with anger, fingers tightening around the material.

“If I did, he would have immediately packed and taken you back to England.” His voice was hoarse, blue steely eyes still locked on my face, not daring to create more distance between us.

“Good.” I perked up. “That's what I would have wanted.”

“But I wouldn’t. I don't.” He said out of the blue.

To add to my confusion, Jackson's hands landed on my ass, pulling me towards him. My pelvis touched his chest and I didn't know what was so irrationally fucked up about that, that I couldn't get a word out...or push him away, for that matter. I just stared with wide eyes at his moving lips.

“I am aware that it's all my fault and I really don't know how to repay you. I regret it.” His voice was confident, eyes empty and hands firm on my body. My breath quickened and I had no idea what to make out of it.

“Grabbing my ass is not the best move.” My voice was dripping with sarcasm and brows furrowed in surprise before he spoke up again, shutting me up.

“You like it, I can see it in your eyes.”

…and then something very important occurred to me. At first I ignored it because I thought every woman was prone to it, but no. I pulled myself out of his grip and sat down next to him.

“Harry was right, I really do deserve to be called a whore.” I chuckled, shaking my head lightly.

Jackson’s fingers only dug deeper into my hips as he cleared his throat.

“I’d tell you something, but wouldn't want to spoil your wedding plans.” He responded with a thin layer of mockery, looking at me without blinking even.

“I know about his fleeting affair with his secretary.” I cut him off, sighing deeply. “It was a long time ago, I forgave him.” Shame burnt in my face as I said it out loud, hearing how stupidly it sounded.

Jackson hummed, just nodded and took a deeper breath.

“I assume you didn't have any,”

“Exactly.” I looked at him with regret. “So what if I sometimes wear a dress that's too short and nothing else? I'll be a whore anyway, Harry said that himself.”

He put his arm around me completely by surprise. I raised my eyebrows at him, taking advantage of the fact that I had the material of his shirt close to my face. Without missing a beat, I pressed my nose against it.

“Did you just rub yourself in my shirt?” His voice echoed throughout the room suddenly. Tone annoyed, pierced with amusement. My head tilted up, eyes locking with his own.

“I'm a mess and I could really beat you up if you start complaining about my snot on your shirt.” I spoke in a quiet yet threatening voice, which made Jackson shake his head lightly.

“It's disgusting and unhygienic.”

Couldn't care less, I thought before moving away slowly. Suddenly I gasped, swinging my legs. I was looking at the color of my nails when something came to mind. It just came to me out of the blue, I knew that if I didn't ask him now, I never would.

Turning around I moved closer, facing him. Jackson's brows were raised at my sudden body language change, but my mind was set on getting answers.

“I'll ask you straight out, have you ever spied on me? Like.. in the bathroom?” My cheeks turned bright red as words started slipping off my tongue.

And it was such a casual question, I thought he would immediately deny it and get it over with, but he didn't say anything for too long. I looked at him instinctively to see his smile.

“I always do.”

I blinked a couple times, his words not really registering in my head. Was he mocking?

“Don't make fun of me, I really saw you” I huffed with annoyance. Jackson was unfazed, still smiling and looking me in the eyes carelessly.

“Because I was actually standing there.”

I took a deep breath not believing him. He was lying like always, I knew him... or at least I thought so.

“You are a fucking prude, you certainly wouldn't do something that your lady wouldn't like.” My voice was full of mockery and amusement, but my brain was still in shock at his behaviour and words.

Jackson slowly began to unbutton his shirt. He didn't look at me, as if I wasn't even there.

“What are you doing?” I muttered as he removed it completely.

“When you undress in front of me, you don't make a problem out of it.” Jackson replied, not looking at me as he casually started stripping like it was an everyday thing. I swallowed the lump in my throat.

“Nobody said I was making an issue out of it.” Doing my best for my voice to come out unfazed, I couldn't help the low, hoarse edge to it.

“So you won't be offended if I take off my pants as well?”

I scratched the back of my neck at his.. question.

“If you're going to do this.” I sighed, pointing at the standing figure, now almost naked. “What's your point in doing this anyway?”

Jackson shrugged. His wider, athletic, firm body now on display. I did my best to keep my eyes on an appropriate level.

“I'm hot.”

I nodded, glaring at him. He sat down next to me and loosened his boxers at the crotch. It was the second time I noticed it, but I didn't look into it.

“You know.” I paused for a moment, thinking. “I’m hot too.”

I didn't know what was driving me when I simply took off my blouse. I was cold, but I was doing something that completely contradicted my reason. Then I took a seat on the left side of the bed and burrowed under the blanket.

“I think you should go now.” I murmured from beneath the cover. I could hear him clearing his throat as Jackson's blue eyes followed every single move of my body.

“Why?”

“Because it's inappropriate.”

He didn't move quickly. It took me a moment to see his massive back as he headed for the exit.

“Good night." he said before closing the door behind him.

Good night, what's wrong with him?

~~~

“Do you think pretending to be contrite will get his attention? Don't be ridiculous, I'll destroy you if you do something I don't like.”

“Jackson” I growled, turning the screen brighter so he could see. He looked at me from the kitchen “I want you to see something.”

I shoved my phone under his nose. He frowned as he read the first message I got when I got home from the hospital, and the second one this morning. Reading it, Jack sighed.

“I'll talk to her” Turning around he went back to making himself food. I sat there, dumbfounded and annoyed with his lack of reaction. After several weeks spent together he could be a little more empathetic.

“And that's it? You won't even react appropriately?”

Swiftly turning around once again, he crossed his arms over his chest, raising an eyebrow.

“How am I supposed to react?” The tone of his voice mocking more than anything else. I took a deep breath, smiling wryly at him.

“You could at least say she's a bitch and you'll deal with her.”

He looked at me, irritated.

“She's my girlfriend, it would probably be inappropriate.” I snorted, and shot right back, unable to hold back.

“But taking your pants off next to me wasn't?”

Jackson tensed so I could see it landed well, but he chose to ignore me, making me sigh.

“Don't blame me for the fact that your wedding plans are slowly disappearing.” Came from his lips suddenly.

I felt a lump in my throat.

“They are not. I called Harry today.” My voice was weaker than a couple seconds ago, but I spoke up with confidence. Jackson suddenly snorted, throwing the dirty fork into the sink and turning to face me as he leaned on the counter.

“How so?” I raised my eyebrows at the.. weird tone of voice he had asking this question. Accusatory almost.

I looked down, putting my phone in my pocket.

“His mother answered, and then—” I paused for a moment, wondering if I really wanted to tell him this. “—it occurred to me that I might want to postpone the wedding. I regretted getting that fucking phone back.”

He ran a hand through his hair before folding his arms across his chest.

“This is probably a matter between you and Harry, I shouldn't get involved.”

I looked him in the eyes for a second, nodding lightly.

*Yeah, you're right.” I shook my head. “I just wanted to tell you to do something about this fucking message and I'm also worried about whether the contract was signed. Was it?”

“Yes, I quickly signed it that evening.” He replied with an unreadable expression. I thought for a moment, his words ringing in my head. Quickly.

“Are you aware that you may have agreed to something inappropriate? Have you read it?” I asked quietly, knowing how silly it sounded to him as he's probably done thousands of such deals before. To my surprise, he shook his head.

“Of course not. You know, I'm a human and I actually felt sorry for you.” he pouted. “That's why I came here in the first place. To check on you.”

I had no idea whether his words were true, but the lighthearted approach was annoying nevertheless.

“I don't need you to feel sorry for me. As you can see I'm doing fine.” I snapped back, straightening my back and narrowing my eyes at him.

I leaned back in the chair, not knowing why I was still standing there. I had planned to leave him, but I wanted him to make me food as well, but obviously, he wouldn't agree so I didn't even bother asking. Although it didn't look like it would happen, he only put scrambled eggs on one plate.

“Would you like to go out today?” Jackson asked suddenly in a normal, genuine voice as he sat down in his seat, grabbing the cutlery. I licked my lips, feeling hungry.

“I'm not in the mood.” I murmured back, my eyes fixated on his breakfast.

“I was thinking about a… club, actually. I need to drink.”

I raised my eyebrows in surprise as I took a clean fork out of the set and sat down next to him.

“You, my dear? Aren't you too good for a club and drinking?” I asked with a grin, getting a bite of his food.

He looked at me strangely as I simply scooped up a piece of egg and popped it into my mouth.

“Um, from now on, you make breakfast.” I muttered with a mouthful of his scrambled eggs. Looking at me, he sighed.

“You should have told me earlier, I would have cooked a double portion.” I chuckled.

“You have plenty of it, we'll both get full, for sure.” I waved my hand as I started eating, reaching for the rye bread. Rippner didn't make any movement at first, but later - seeing my full mouth - he slowly started eating. And I even shared the bread with him, he took a slice from me quite distrustfully, which made me roll my eyes.

Well, that was progress. We ate from one plate, two weeks ago he would have thrown me down the stairs for that. “Actually” I started, leaning against the back of the chair, stroking my round belly. “I could go with you. Unless your goblin steps in again, then I promise you that I'll cut off your balls and you'll never fuck again.”

“She's not supposed to know anything about it,” He stood up, carrying the dirty plate away. I gasped dramatically.

“Are you going to spite her again? What if she doesn't let you eat like the last time?” Jackson rolled his eyes at my words, taking a gulp of water from the glass.

“I came to the conclusion that I also need something.. fresher.”

My eyes widened at the sound of his words. Fresher? What the fuck could it mean coming from HIS mouth?

“What do you mean?” I frowned. Jack shrugged with a barely visible grin, raising his eyebrows.

“I've known her all my life, I don't know what it's like to have another girl.”

I exhaled with relief.

“You finally saw the light.” I sighed, raising my hands high, towards the heavens. “I'm proud of you.” My words were nothing but mockery and jokes, but Jackson just rolled his eyes.

Once again I noticed him loosening his pants at the crotch and mumbling something to me as he went away. I just shrugged wondering what I was going to wear to the club.

When I got ready, I wondered if I was doing the right thing by going there. Last night, I was almost assaulted but I tried not to think about it, and… trust him again this one time, as I left the apartment with Rippner. We arrived a few minutes later but not without my groaning again because of the loud music. After a few drinks, Jack clearly relaxed, and after a second order, I managed to drag him out onto the dance floor. He was a little tipsy, I was a little more, but we didn't spare each other insults when I'd accidentally step on his polished shoes.

It was after two AM when we decided to finally leave. A taxi took us to the apartment building, and then we went to the apartment.

“Damn heels, my feet hurt, do yours too?” I asked, doing my best to stay upright.

“Mhm” he mumbled back, not looking at me. I grimaced as I walked straight after Jackson across the tiles. I grabbed the back of his shirt as he climbed the stairs.

“Will you carry me?”

“No” I groaned with despair.

“You were supposed to say ‘mhm”

He didn't expect me to jump clumsily on his back, almost hitting my head against the wall. Luckily Jackson caught me just in time and, sighing heavily, carried me to the bedroom. I sprawled on the bed, mumbling strangely as my bones began to creak.

Only after a second I realised that Jackson was still standing in the doorway. Swaying on his feet slightly, he breathed deeply while looking at me.

“Don't puke in my room” I warned with a chuckle, but he didn't respond. The silence caused me to glance at him, and breath got stuck in my throat.

“Mhm” he murmured, taking his shirt off slowly. Jackson's eyes were half lidded, and I could see him looking.

“What are you doing? You're hot again?”

My words hung in the air that thickened so much, I could barely breathe. His drunken gaze was even more intense than usual. Jackson tilted his head to the side, grazing over my body.

“No,” he replied, taking a step forward. “Just calculating how much longer I can stand not fucking you.”

Breathless gasp pushed past my lips at his words, as I slowly sat up higher, suddenly feeling naked under his predatory gaze. I didn't even respond, just shaking my head slowly as our eyes locked onto each other. I slowly got on my shaky legs, taking a step back.

“We can't, Jack” I repeated, even though my face was already burning hot. I didn't know whether I loved, or hated the way he became now. So… intense. I was losing my mind.

“A-and Harry…” As soon as I started, I heard a huff coming from him before he pushed me against a wall.

His eyes were dark with anger, lust and the dark, heavy desire he felt at the moment. Without missing a beat he took a step forward, pushing my body at the wall as his lips crushed mine. Jackson's hands found their way to my shoulders, pressing harder against the hard surface as his tongue pushed past my lips, finding my own. I didn't get a chance to even think for a moment before kissing him back, hands gripping onto his muscular shoulders, movements so shaky and frantic that I almost couldn't breathe.

”I don't want to hear it.” Jackson breathed out as we parted for a moment, looking deep into his eyes I could see a reflection of my own. Dark, full of lust and need. “You want it, and I want it. So we'll have it.” He groaned, leaning down and biting on my neck hard, making me groan out loud. He gladly took the opportunity, lifting me up, and pushed me back onto the bed.

“You don't even love him.” He purred into my ear, rough hands travelling down my body, touching every inch of my hot skin before I could even process him being so close.

“Shut up” I hissed back, my nails digging deeper into his shoulder to cause some pain.

His hot, firm body pressing against my own with full weight, pushing further into the soft bed. I couldn't help but let out a sigh, feeling it, hands falling off his shoulders and spreading flat on the warm surface, attempting to find some release in the fire smouldering beneath my skin. His eyes were just as sharp from a little distance, more.. dangerous. Cutting into the skin, leaving open wounds that would keep bleeding unless he'd decide to smooth them out with his rough palms.

Jackson pulled my leathery pants down, panties ending up as a piece of material on the floor impossible to wear in the state they were in. Ripped to pieces.

”You don't look at him like that” His voice coming much lower, booming right into my ear, accompanied by the sound of his pants shuffling, zipper coming undone. Blood in my ears was so loud, I almost couldn't hear my ow

Is it just me or everyone imagine their fav characters that they are obsessing over in real life???

Like I'll be at work and then I imagine that bitch sitting next to me, talking to me and admiring me while I FUCKING KNOW THAT I HAVENT KISSED A MALE SPECIES IN MY ENTIRE LIFE

I don't know if that's sign of a fucking mental problem or what but I swear if I'm even Slightly upset or tired of my life i WILL open tumblr and start imagining them or talking to them (aka my wall. It be sitting there like the fuck gurl im not your man)

Taking anti-depressant pills?? Seeing a therapist??? Journaling???? No need babe, my fav writer just dropped another x reader fic.

Sober

This is my first time writing a one shot so bear with me if it’s shitty. I used they/them pronoun’s however feel free to change them. Also this one shot is based on sober by Selena Gomez.

(Not my gif)

Before the war, before the peaky blinders, before the Shelby’s brothers mother died. Thomas Shelby met Y/N L/N. What went from a sweet childhood friendship to a beautiful relationship when they reached their teen years. But then the war came, and Tommy changed.

We fall for each other at the wrong time Only for a moment, but I don't mind Guess I don't know where to draw the line, the line, the line We're playing the same game every night

The war changed Tommy hell it changed all the Shelby brothers. Tommy went from then happy lad he was to a almost heartless man. As the peaky blinders grew Tommy pushed Y/N away. Yet Y/N stayed in love with him and always came back.

Up in the clouds Yeah, you know how to make me want you When we come down Oh, I know, yeah I know, it's over

Every time Y/N thought about letting Tommy go, he would show them his vulnerable side or give them his signature smirk which would remind them of their old memories. Part of Y/N felt, that maybe they help Tommy she could make him happy again.

You don't know how to love me when you're sober When the bottle's done, you pull me closer You're saying all the things that you're supposed to But you don't know how to love me when you're sober

Y/N wasn’t stupid they knew Tommy was a that he slept with other women. It hurt them but then Tommy would arrive on their doorstep drunk, while in tears and apologize. Y/N just couldn’t leave him.

Why is it so different when we wake up? Same lips, same kiss, but not the same touch Don't you know that you doing just enough, but not enough But I know what's next, and I want so much

Sunlight filtered through an apartment window. Y/N woke up and saw Tommy smoking a cigarette while sitting on the edge of the bed. Y/N attempted to put they’re arms around Tommy when he pushed them. Even though Y/N smiled and said it was fine they’re heart broke a little more.

Up in the clouds Yeah, you know how to make me want you When we come down Oh, I know, yeah I know, it's over

-You don't know how to love me when you're sober When the bottle's done, you pull me closer You're saying all the things that you're supposed to But you don't know how to love me when you're sober

Scenes were shown bottles thrown, images of Y/N comforting a drunk Tommy, and one scene of Y/N trying to smile while looking at a mirror but tears are running their face.

I know I should leave, I know I should, should, should But your love's too good, your love's too good, good, good I know I should leave, I know I should, should, should But your love's too good, your love's too good, good, good Yeah

Y/N walked in on Tommy in bed with another woman. They slammed the door shut despite Tommy calling their name. Y/N went to Polly who was like a mother figure to them. Polly saw Y/N she saw how shitty Tommy treated them she thought her nephew would changed. But he didn’t, and Tommy realize what amazing person he had let slim though his fingers.

You don't know how to love me when you're sober When the bottle's done, you pull me closer You're saying all the things that you're supposed to But you don't know how to love me when you're sober

You've got a hold on me You're like a wasted dream I gave you everything But you don't know how to love me when you're sober

A scene plays where Y/N is seen packing their suitcases. After Y/N’s talk with Polly they realized they deserved someone who loved them and treated with respect not like they were Tommy’s plaything. As Y/N began to get inside their car they were leaving to London where their sister lived. Suddenly a shout was heard and Y/N stopped. It was Tommy he asked Y/N why. They replied,”because you don’t know how to love me when you’re sober.” Then Y/N got in their car ready to find a new path that would be filled happiness.

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

Deceitfuldevout's Cillian Murphy Masterlist:

❤️ = Fluff

🔞 = Spicy/Nsfw

🖤 = Dark

❌ = No warnings/Sfw

One-Shots:

Highest Bidder - Dark!Robert Fishcher x Sugarbaby!Reader: 🔞🖤https://www.tumblr.com/deceitfuldevout/728906757005606912/highest-bidder?source=share

Naughty Little Thief - Dark!Jackson Rippner x Theif!Reader: 🔞🖤https://www.tumblr.com/deceitfuldevout/729562829842186240/naughty-little-thief?source=share

Happy Purge - Purge AU: Soft!Dark!Mike Kiernan x Student!Reader: 🔞🖤https://www.tumblr.com/deceitfuldevout/730288962181136384/happy-purge?source=share

Scream - Ghostface!Neil Lewis x Reader: 🔞🖤https://www.tumblr.com/deceitfuldevout/730746273137819648/scream?source=share

Struggle - Soft!Dark!Neil Lewis x BestFriend!Reader: 🔞🖤https://www.tumblr.com/deceitfuldevout/732171656283471872/struggle?source=share

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

First and Last - Dark!Tom (The Party 2017) x ExWife!Reader: https://www.tumblr.com/deceitfuldevout/737440069578866688/first-and-last?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

A Woman Like You

Tommy Shelby x WOC!Reader

Word Count: +1,215

Warning(s): Angst, Sexist remarks, Societal pressure, Sterotypes.

Author's note(s): I've recently been using writing as a form of therapy. This goes to all the ladies that can relate.

You've fallen head over heels for Tommy Shelby, but now you're questioning if his intentions were sincere or not.

GIF by nofckingfighting

You made the mistake of falling in love. You should've seen the signs sooner. You started working at the Garrison as a bar maid with Grace, eventually moving up to being their sole entertainment. You were an exotic bird who had caught to wandering eyes of drunken Englishmen. Some folks would say you had these men in a trance, with your rare features and seductive mannerisms. Some even say you're a witch. But there was only one person who saw you for you. Tommy Shelby.

It was refreshing, being seen as a soft, delicate thing. His demeanor would shift when talking to you. He's much kinder to you that with any of his men. That was until another, prettier face had caught his eye. You of all people knew the truth: Tommy Shelby would never love you. Instead he'd fallen for your coworker Grace. She's everything you weren't. That may have been the reason why. Of course, you should've seen the signs. How he'd look at her with such tenderness.

Eventually his entire personality completely changed with you. Perhaps they were his true colors. After her death, things went south. Tommy returned to you, but only for physical intimacy. He was rough, unapologetic, and at time, downright cruel. He hadn't spoke to you like a lady, with basic respect. It almost hurt knowing men will never speak to you with kind remarks. As soon as you found a better option, you let him know right away. When you close the pub for the last time, Tommy was there. It was strange, having an Englishman waste his previous time on foreign blood.

You turn around to find Tommy sitting on a barstool, not paying him mind. Then something strange happened. He isn't usually this tender, not even in private. So why on earth was he telling you to stay? After every humiliating thing he'd put you through. How Tommy would shimmy you off his arm in front of his business associates. It only got worse when he'd flirt with women right in front of you, then ask for a fuck because it was convenient. Perhaps it was the liquid courage, maybe even the hormones that made you tear up with anger. But for some reason, you wanted to let him know he hurt you, "Enough, Tom, you need to stop doing this,"

He tilts his head up, genuinely surprised that you'd spoken up. His eyelids are hooded, "If you've got something to say..." he lights up a cigarette, "...say it now," how predictable. Tommy's cruelty had no limits. You were tired of being his little plaything, "I deserve better than this, better than you," letting him know how you truly felt, "You're fucking selfish, you know that?" tears already streaming down both cheeks, "You could've told me you were seeing other women, Tom," your vision blurs. Tommy objected, "You knew who I was when you met me--"

"Yeah, yeah I thought I did, until you decided to to make an acceptation with that blonde whore!" you knew what it would take to get his blood boiling. You wanted to hurt him the same way he hurt you, "I've wasted most of my life waiting for you to love me back, I wasted my good years on a man who wouldn't care if I bled out on the floor!" voice now shaking. You were filled with regret, pain, and anger.

He doesn't even know what the weight of his words did to you, "I know how you English men see women like us, we're always sexually desired but never loved, enough for a good fuck but not enough to make a wife," a chuckle escapes your tips at the thought of it. How could he marry someone like you? His name and status that he's worked so hard for would be tainted. Because who could ever love a woman like you? He had the audacity to roll his eyes, "You were entertainment, to bring customers in," someone pretty enough to keep company around.

"Everything, Tom, everything I've been doing, the act, because I am not allowed the luxury of being seen as innocent," after pouring your heart out, he still hadn't believed you, "Don't act like you haven't been seeing other men," he scoffs. You started to laugh at that remark. Had he really been that clueless? Tears stream down both cheeks. You wipe at them, smearing your mascara, "Now that's incredible," a deep grunt is trapped in the back of your throat, "You really think I'm a whore, don't you?" in an almost hushed tone, "Tommy, you were my first and only, do you really not believe me?" nothing felt worse than being betrayed by the one you trust the most, "All I ever wanted was for you to love me," since the beginning you were there. Even when he was mourning Grace you were there to keep him comfort. How foolish of you.

"Now you never told me--"

"I know who you pretend I am, who you want me to be," you roll your eyes, sniffling for a moment, "I'm not like you Tom, I can't pass, I can't change the color of my skin or features-- I will never be the white woman you've always wanted me to be, the kind of woman you'd keep on your arm without feeling embarrassed, why can't you just accept that?" a faint pause, "You told me...you told me she wasn't your type," barely a whisper, "Was everything a lie?" when he doesn't say anything, it was the only answer you needed. At that moment you snapped, "Please! Look at me!" you smack his arm, "Tommy!" when he does you're given only a cold stare.

Of course, it was never going to be someone like you. There are tears brimming your eyes again. It hurts, knowing that you will always be second best. Always an option but never the first, "At first I was confused, your infatuation with Grace didn't make sense, and now I see that it never mattered who she was," your breath hitches for a moment, "You were always going to choose someone like her..." now rambling about the obvious, "Prettier, blonder...whiter," you taunt.

Each word felt like venom on your tongue. You should've been used to the poison by now, "You don't know how long it took for me to trust a man again, after the pain I've been through--women like me, Tom, we don't have pretty blue eyes that get us what we want, not without a price," that remark made your skin crawl, "Always the seductress, never seen as pure," a dark chuckle erupts, taking up all sound from the bar. Tommy only stares back at you, with that same cold expression. You lean against the counter, looking down at the wood before returning to glance at him, "Did you ever love me?"

If there's one thing about Tommy, is that he would never lie to you, "No," a short, simple answer. You give him a soft, faint smile. Saddened by the loss but also relieved that you were free at last, "Thank you," with that you left, never returning to the Garrison again.

Where the daisies grow

Pairing : Tommy Shelby x You

Warnings: Angst, description of injuries(mention of blood and cuts)

Summary: as stated in the request below. @luvlyencanto

I wanted to ask a story about: "having Polly Gray as the only mother figure". The reader would be a girl who was abandoned at an Orphanage (hell on earth) she only has bad memories of there. However, Polly and the Shelbys came as a light in her life, the reader is be between 8-9 years old when she's brought to them. And even though she was "adopted", she was always loved, raised and welcomed like a Shelby. Polly kind of adopted her as her daughter, making sure she was always dressed and having what she wanted, and she even bestowed the name Shelby on her. She was a Shelby, because if anyone tried to disrespect or harm her, they would have to deal with the wrath of them all. Ada, Arthur, John and Finn treat her like a sister and Tommy... well, maybe he could have some romantic interest in her??

A/n: let me know what you think :)

He was 16 when the 9 year old child was left in his aunt's care one day. He hadn't even known until he walked in to his aunt's house one evening to see a young girl in his aunt's kitchen.

Tommy had become protective of his siblings during the time that his mother had further grown unstable and his father had become an abusive alcoholic, which made him cautious of the child that had showed up in his aunt's house with no warning.

It was later that Aunt Pol told her leery nephew who was staring at the girl hunched in her chair "Edith dropped her here from the orphanage"

"why?" Tommy shot back, not allowing his gaze to falter from you.

"Because the orphanage treated her horribly knowing who her father was, Thomas" Pol said frustrated," I tried fighting her father to let me care for her after her mother died but he wouldn't let me, let the orphanage drag her away before he left for the country side"

"Why'd the orphanage take her when her father was alive?"

Pol grew more and more impatient at her nephews incessant questions "Because he paid them off to do so"

"makes no sense" Tommy turned away leaving his aunt in the hallway.

You remembered the orphanage in all its unforgiving transparency. The harsh words uttered to you by the caregivers still echoed in your head on dark snowy days. You were 13 now. Having lived with Pol for almost 4 years you'd become one of the Shelby's and were treated as such.

The Shelby siblings came around occasionally, and then more frequently until one day they moved in with Polly. Which you soon learned was because Martha Shelby had drowned in the cut.

Tommy was quiet; dealing with her death and the baby she left behind. Arthur would sometimes snap out of anger, Ada would spend her time doing generally anything to occupy her mind and John wasn't home often.

Then they began to recover to a certain extent; they laughed a little more than before. Tommy laughed, a lot. And often it was because of John.

On your 13th birthday Tommy got you flowers- daisies, you learned they were, not knowing what else to get you that he could afford. The rest of the family did their best to make your birthday special with the little money they could afford to spend at their leisure and you cherished every single moment.

Tommy and Ada occasionally spoke of their mother, and never of their father, which you realized was one of the common grounds you had with them- your very strong hatred for your fathers.

You'd been accepted completely as one of them by each of the siblings. Finn seemed like a little brother to you and you'd grown protective of the little boy.

Pol taught you to sew and Arthur would teach you new games, though you felt he was trying to busy his mind in doing so. John took you on walks and Tommy accompanied you to book shops and sat while you read since you couldn't afford to buy a book. He'd grumble a lot of course about how boring you were for reading. Ada was the older sister you never had. The one you talked to about everything.

At 17 you sobbed, chest heaving and hiccups erupting from your mouth, you clung to Tommy last of all, not wanting to let go. You'd refused to let go of John and Arthur- hoping maybe if you held on to them tight enough they wouldn't go.

But Aunt Pol, shedding tears herself, softly asked you to hug Tommy as well and bid them goodbye.

So you did. And Tommy held your shaking body as you cried into his coat and begged him to stay.

"It'll be alright" he had a few tears rolling down his cheeks as well.

You tearfully watched the Shelby boys except Finn board the train bound to take them, to what you were sure, was their ultimate demise.

Ada busied herself with Finn, Pol was trying to make enough money for the four of you and you- you spent your time sobbing, staring at walls, and watching the door, hoping any of the 3 boys would come barging in, telling you the war was over and they were home for good.

But the war wasn't over, no it had been 2 long years, and you heard enough women wailing in the streets, in their homes, in the shops and flower fields, for their husbands, brothers, sons, uncles and fathers who had become casualties, to know better.

Everyone knew that the families of the dead soldiers received letters, informing them their loved ones were 'killed in action'. And you dreaded those 3 words.

2 years turned in to 3 and then 4, and you feared if maybe they were never coming home at all, maybe the letters were on their way to inform you of it.

And then you heard it one day.

Cheers on the streets outside Pol's door. Cheers of the war being over.

And you froze. Your heart, you were sure had stopped. Turning to look at Ada who'd been sitting next to you was looking right back at you, eyes wide.

"D-"Pol threw open the door, making Finn drop Arthur's hat he'd given his baby brother the day he left.

Ada rushed to the door with you following closely

"The war- its bloody over" Pol sobbed, thick tears streaming down her face. Finn immediately rushed into his aunts arms, and Ada hugged you, crying.

You stood there in shock and wrapped your arms around Ada, wondering when the boys would be home.

"Pol" you finally rasped out " do you suppose they'll be back soon then? the 3 of them?"

Polly looked up, Finn still clinging to her "we haven't got a letter like so many, I suppose they should be home soon then" She let out a sob and then "all 3 of them" she smiled.

So you waited. And on your 22nd birthday, you wished yourself a happy birthday in the dark of the house and downed your glass of liquor before blowing out the candle.

But you didn't fall asleep.

It had been 4 months since the war was over, neither of the boys were home and there wasn't a letter either.

Maybe, you swallowed the lump in your throat, maybe there were so many casualties that the boys were just lost among them. Too many bodies to identify maybe, they were just laying somewhere-gone buried under the rest of the hundreds of dead soldiers.

letting out a shaky breath you turned over, covered your ears and willed yourself to sleep.

"We come home from war and she fuckin sleeps"

Shooting up from your cot, you turned around.

You leapt into John's arms sending him stumbling slightly as you latched on to him like you did when they were leaving. And you cried. And cried harder still when you saw Arthur behind John and nearly fell over your own feet in a hurry to hug him.

You were afraid, that you'd wake up and this would all be a dream. John chuckled behind you, you didn't have to see him to know it was forced.

Arthur hugged you tighter as well. John slipped out to where Pol and Ada were, whom he'd already seen.

"Arthur" your voice wavered " Where's Tommy?" you legs felt shaky at the thought of the fact that he probably never returned.

"He's outside, with Pol and Ada" Arthur led you out to where Tom stood, bickering with a sobbing Finn.

Looking up at the sound of your footsteps he asked Finn to give him a minute and hurried over to you.

"Tommy" you whispered hugging him tighter than ever. You'd convinced yourself he was going to tell you he had to go back, so you gripped him tightly.

Pol ushered everyone into the house, wiping her face. She placed down cups for tea and lit a cigarette between her lips.

Finn was now in John's arms and Ada poked his side telling him he was too big to be carried around now.

Sipping on their tea, everyone was sat around the old, wobbly wooden table.

You constantly kept placing your hand on Arthur or Tommy, who were sat on either side of you. They both knew you were trying to assure yourself that they were really there. Sipping his tea, Tommy watched you quietly, as a shell of a man he once was, at the woman you had become.

Tommy's horse trotted next to him quietly. The streets hadn't changed all that much since they'd left, Tommy noted.

Moreover the betting shop was doing well. It cost him a lot of nights and early mornings but he was only grateful for the nights he had something to occupy his mind.

He tucked the flowers in his coat and tightened his grip on the horse's leash.

You didn't see him home often. Occasionally he'd come home for a cup of tea, but otherwise he remained busy at the shop or the Garrison.

You knew the war had changed all 3 men. You knew they'd seen unspeakable things and it made your heart ache that you couldn't do much to help them.

It didn't go unnoticed by you that Tommy had changed the most by far. He didn't laugh- rarely even smiled. Arthur and John tried to use humor to cope where Tommy used silence. He hardly ever spoke to anyone anymore. When he did though, he spoke only of the business he'd indulged in weeks after returning.

He'd grown more observant, careful and on edge. He would watch you converse with Finn from the doorway and then quietly slip away. He came home late most nights, you knew this.

But the boys were trying. There were parts of them that died at the war, that was buried under the dirt and blood in the trenches. And here all the way back at small heath, they were barely surviving with whatever they had left in them.

Still as time went on, the business grew more chaotic and dangerous. Pol had now begun working in the betting shop and Ada would disappear for hours each day and you didn't bother asking where.

You, like Ada, weren't allowed to work with the rest of the Shelby's in the shop, so you occupied yourself at home with the little that you could. You took to teaching Finn and looking after him, occasionally you'd walk to the book shop and wander, until one day the owner offered you a job there. Having consulted Polly, the two of you agreed it would be good for you, so you'd begun spending most of your days working at the book shop.

Though not too many people bought anything you didn't care since it gave you time to read.

Closing the door, you walked past the kitchen table to pour yourself a glass of water. You weren't expecting anyone to be home soon since it was still evening and everyone usually returned towards the night. And Finn was with Pol so you had the house to yourself.

Before you could sit though, you heard the front door open. Looking up you leaned a little to get a better view of the door way "how are you home so early Tommy?"

Slipping his coat off and hanging it, he turned to face you pulling the flowers out of the coat he just hung "came to give you this"

Walking over to where you were seated he handed you the bouquet of flowers.

White Gerbera daisies. The ones you knew grew at the edge of small heath. The same ones he gave you when you turned 13.

You let out a breath and smiled slightly "I'd forgot I was turning 23 today" you chair scraped the hardwood floor when you got up to place the flowers in water.

"How come?" He leaned against the kitchen top, watching you.

"Don't know, Doesn't mean as much as it did when I was younger" Tommy hummed but said nothing " I suppose it was a exciting getting to grow older when I was young, now it's just a another year wasted and gone"

"wasted"

"yeah" you sighed "wasted. I haven't done anything with myself or helped anyone or changed anything. So wasted it is."

He wouldn't tell you. Not yet. Maybe not ever. It wouldn't be appropriate would it? He was almost 9 years older to you. He couldn't tell you.

In the following months he would linger around at home more often. When Ada had Carl and Freddie died, you helped Ada. You were the only one she spoke to every now and then and the only one she would meet with, because you weren't a Shelby by blood. Tommy would ask you how she was doing, and you'd tell him knowing he probably already knew.

You and Tommy spent time together more frequently, after he hired you as his assistant because he no longer felt you were safe working at the book shop, after what had transpired between the peaky blinders and their enemies.

Of course in the process of convincing you Tommy lost the leisure of getting to spend time alone though he didn't mind spending time with you, since you agreed to work with him if he swore to spend time with you more often.

You feared that you'd made your feelings too obvious to him with your 'non-negotiable precondition' but luckily he never caught on.

Polly did however, and rolled her eyes "And I thought you were too smart to fall for him" she said once Tommy had left the house.

Your face grew hot but you feigned ignorance " Don't know what your talking about" mumbling you got up and put your cup away.

"it would do you good next time to be more careful" you were walking home after having worked with Tommy the entire day. But you weren't sure if you were even moving at all leave alone walking.

The ground was rough underneath your sore palm. The dirt and water of the ground seeped into your cut palm as you tried to stable yourself. All you felt was pain. Everywhere. So much pain.

Your left eye was swollen shut, your nose, you think, was bleeding. You weren't sure but you felt something wet dripping down your lip and you assumed it was blood because you didn't have the strength to lift either of your hands to check.

You couldn't breathe, it hurt and you had to take shallow breaths to avoid the pain shooting across your chest. And when you thought it was finally over, your jaw was gripped. Tightly, roughly, straining your wounded lip.

"Tell Tommy it's not over" you couldn't see who it was. Your right eye was blurry and you sure as hell couldn't open your left eye. Your jaw was let go off and your already pounding head thud against the wall.

Letting out a small whimper you let your arm fall from your lap and slouched even further against the wall behind you.

"John, have you seen Y/n?" Tommy had come in sometime back and looked for you wanting to ask you about the letters he'd had you send out that afternoon.

"No, thought she was with you or Pol?" John put down the cigarette to look at this older brother.

Shaking his head, Tommy didn't say a word instead he grabbed his gun off of the table where he placed it only a second ago and slammed the door shut behind him meaning to go to the betting shop to see if you'd gone back for some reason.

You'd left almost an hour before him, Pol was still at the shop with Arthur and he hoped you were there too. He hated the idea of you out this late at night, but you threatened to snip his coats if he persisted on the idea of you being accompanied home.

His heart pounded and his fingers were turning numb from the cold. He hadn't taken his overcoat when he left in a hurry to find you. All he had was the suit coat he had on which didn't help much against the harsh cold and the rain that was beginning to pour.

"Pol?" he called from the door way of the shop not bothering to go in if you weren't there.

"What is it Tommy?" Pol asked, a pile of papers in hand

"Is Y/n here?" His eyes took in the surrounding hastily hoping to spot you.

"She's not here, didn't she leave an hour ago?"

"Yeah, she's not home either- ARTHUR" upon hearing his younger brother practically bellowing his name, Arthur almost choked on his liquor before quickly swallowing and rushing over to Tommy.

"Come with me" Tommy spoke quickly "Pol, send John out to look for her at the cut" Arthur followed Tommy and Pol rushed to close the betting shop.

It shouldn't have taken you more than 15 minutes to cross over two streets and get home, Tommy worried. He was breathing heavy and he walked frantically across the two streets and came into view of there home.

Arthur kept squinting, walking into alleyways to see if you were there, and every time he did, Tommy grew more and more uneasy. If you were spotted in any alleyway it would involve you being hurt in some way, and Tommy could barely cope with just the thought of you slightly bruised he didn't want to think of anything worse than that.

It was only when they were at the last damp and dark alleyway right before their home, that Tommy heard it; a small thud. Barely audible over the pouring rain Tommy heard it loud and clear. There were a couple of people walking past who paid it no attention.

Arthur and Tommy immediately ran over into the alley and Arthur watched his younger brother fall to his knees in front of your body.

Arthur couldn't tell if you were even alive or not. You white shirt was drenched in blood, your eye swollen shut, your arms had cuts all over. Your lip was cut deep and looked swollen and your ear was split from the impact of someone hitting your head on the ground. You weren't moving.

Tommy was kneeling next to you desperately feeling for a pulse, the water and blood off the floor seeped into his pants where he kneeled and he wanted to throw up.

He'd seen a lot, but nothing made him shiver the way the sight of you limp, bleeding, cut up, beaten and bruised against the wall in the dark cold alleyway did.

His hands shaking, Tommy slipped off the coat and wrapped it around your shoulders then took his hat and put it on your damp hair to shield you from the rain.

"Arthur" Tommy shivered " bring the car around- now"

Arthur took off immediately towards the house to get the car parked in front.

"Come on love, please" he whispered slipping one arm around your shoulder and the other under your knees, picking you up he walked towards where Arthur was bringing the car.

It took everything in Tommy to not give in to the quivering in his legs. He carefully sat you in the back of the car and then slipped in beside you himself. And Arthur sped to the hospital the moment the door was shut.

Tommy kept caressing your hair. Arthur watched him do so, his breath shaking as well. He knew his younger brother was doing so because if you weren't going to make it and you were in fact slipping away in his arms as it seemed, then Tommy wanted you to know you weren't alone in the ghastly cold alleyway anymore, and were now in his arms; safe. He wanted you to know you weren't dying alone. He wanted you to know it would be alright.

Disposable

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Reader

Word Count: 969

Warnings: angst & heartache

Summary: Tommy’s angry and Y/N has had enough of always being readily available to console him.

A/N: It was just an angsty type of day. I’m prepared for this to completely flop because I haven’t written in so long, but either way, here it is. Broke my heart :/

“What do you want from me Y/N, ey? What the fuck do you want ?!” Tommy hollered throwing his coat on the kitchen table. You stood in the middle of the room watching your best friend spiral into uncontrollable rage. You were so sure about having this talk with him but watching his anger spill out in front you, you were no longer confident.

“Tommy.. I just,” you muttered as the man continued to throw himself down on his designated eating chair hiding his face in his hands suddenly going still and waiting for your reply.

“What? Y/N.” he tried again this time more collected but nonetheless annoyed.

“Nothing, nothing. I can’t speak with you when you’re like this,” you bit back at him.

“Fuck off Y/N,” he whispered shaking his head with his eyes closed. You snorted a breath at him and stormed out the room slamming the door behind you the same way he did when he entered.

Seconds after you left, Tommy realized what he had just done. The both of you always walked the line across an unspoken kindness. He’s never cursed at you, neither you at him. But now he had.

At the end of the day you were like a safe place to him, listening and watching him flirt and use other woman for his own benefit. Then you had to hear about it afterwards.

It has crossed your mind several times that he was using you just as much. You hated thinking about it knowing your own developing feelings for him. Once after asking him why you didn’t just date each other, he told you he wasn’t ready to, and that it’s just different with you. That’s something you never understood. If it was different, that had to mean he held some sort of feelings for you, right?

Nevertheless, since then, for years now, you stay by his side, being his confidant and disposable priest listening to all of his thoughts and sins. Of course, when he found a woman more interesting to occupy his time, he went to her instead. Until someone breaks it off and he comes running back to you.

You were sick of it, and that was exactly what you wanted to talk with him about today.

As you started down the dimming street on Watery Lane, you found yourself an upside down barrel to sit on and get your thoughts together.

You were always Tommy's second choice, at least that's what he made it seem to be. Looking down at your hands, you ran your fingers over the top of your hand and wrist the way he used to do.

You missed him - the Tommy you first met. He was always so gentle with you, and you felt like he would always be there to protect you, from people, from your thoughts. But in reality it was just the opposite. Not only his presence but the idea of him tormented you. The ideas he put in your head that you were his best friend, the one he couldn't lose, the one he put first. That wasn't true. They were just words. The way he acts proved it.

And now he crossed that line and finally cursed at you. The words kept repeating in your head. Fuck off Y/N...

"Y/N!" Tommy's voice echoed through the darkness. You rolled your eyes and stood up to make your way in the opposite direction of him, but you couldn't move. You kept willing to step forward but your legs were cemented to the gravel.

"Y/n," he said in a much softer and quiet voice now, stopping still behind you. God how much you loved that voice.

"What?" you snapped at him, still facing away from him.

"Where are you going?" he asked curiously, guilt flooding through his heart knowing he's been pushing you away and that there was no one else to blame but himself.

"I am going" you simply stated shrugging and blinking back the heat of the tears threatening your eyes.

Nevertheless, your response didn't answer his question and he slowly sighed in defeat. He wasn't going to get you back. "Just, Y/N... tell me what you want? Please, just tell me what I've done wrong. You know I love you," he pleaded but you snorted at his all too familiar words.

"Thomas," you spun around to face him.

"Thomas Shelby, you very well know what I want. You, I want you, and I have waited for you for years. Years! Tommy, I love you, how could you fucking ask what I want?" you ran your mouth anger filling you once again. He stood there watching you, watching his world falling apart as you flung your arms at his chest.

The truth was however, that he really did love you the most. He did need you the most. And he knew he would have a much more difficult time in life without being able to share it with you. The reason he chooses to be with every woman but you was because he didn't want to lose you. He knew his toxic traits and habits that everyone eventually got tired of and left him for. Whatever the reason, whoever he got into an argument with, they would leave, and they wouldn't come back. He didn't want you to be the woman who never came back.

And as you continued yelling and spewing insults at the man standing in front of you, he stepped forward and wrapped his arms around your body.

"You know why I do this Y/n... you know," he kept whispering in your ear stroking your hair back, the same way he does when his horses get spooked. You let your tears soak his shirt and just for that moment, clung onto him like he was the last person on Earth.

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Swimming Lessons

tommy shelby x reader

summary - who knew Charlie's swimming lessons would end up bringing you closer to your aloof husband?

word count - 3,380

warnings - smut, 18+, fluff, arranged marriage trope

requested by anon

A/N - I really loved this request, and I'm not sure I wrote it so nicely because I wanted to include many things...still hope you like it. BTW season 6 was sooo dark, I'm super excited.

Sitting outside the beautiful Arrow House and reading your boring magazine while keeping an eye on your stepson while he took his swimming lessons, you made an observation.

Your husband hated you.

And no, it wasn't an abusive relationship (Good heavens, no. Tommy would never, ever hit a woman. You supposed.) but you were pretty certain that your importance in Tommy Shelby's life was as much as the colourful swimming ring your stepson had just demolished.

A thing of beauty, useless forever.

"Mrs. Shelby?" The young man in the swimming pool in charge of teaching Charlie how to swim called out.

Lifting up your sunglasses over your head, you asked, "Yes?"

"I'm afraid we're going to need another one of these." He said with an unabashed grin as he held up the deflated swimming ring.

So much for wanting to sit back and wallow in self-loathing.

You inwardly knew it was the instructor's excuse to check out your arse, but didn't think much about it. You needed to be around Charlie, period. Flirtatious swimming instructors could stare all they want, but you weren't going anywhere.

You looked around for a maid, but despite having a staff of more than fifty, you didn't see one around.

Guess it was the instructor's lucky day.

"I'll get it." You said, trying not to let the reluctance creep into your words.

"Aren't you the best, Mrs. Shelby?" He called from behind, his eyes definitely on your behind.

You gritted your teeth, regretting your decision to forgo a cover up. But your bikini, a pretty little thing you had bought on an overindulgent shopping trip was too flattering to be shrouded by a measly coverup. It accentuated your best parts without highlighting the not-so-best ones, and you loved every second you spent in it.

And it was no excuse for the instructor to stare, you thought in displeasure as you walked inside the empty house and into the playroom. As an employee of Thomas Shelby, he should have some regard for his life, if not for decency.

Shaking your head a little, you went on to pick up the swimming ring and padded outside, humming a little as you readjusted your bikini top with your free hand.

It was then that you collided into something. Something hard, alive, and very much like your husband.

"Oh."

His eyes were hidden underneath a pair of aviators (which made him look very, very sexy) but everything else in his calm demeanour, from his clenched jaw to the flat line of his mouth screamed, "Get the hell out of my way."

You stayed where you were, your eyes fixed on your small reflection in his dark glasses. He stood motionless too, and you realised his hand had found home on your bare waist during your collision, ostensibly to steady you.

You shivered a little. He cleared his throat and moved his hand away.

"I forgot my keys." He said, his lips barely moving, as if you didn't deserve even that much muscle contraction.

"To the office?"

He gave a surly nod, as if saying, What else?

"Charles has swimming lessons." You said.

"I know."

"I was getting him the ring. I was only away for five minutes, I swear."

That managed to irk him more and he muttered, "Go on, then," before pushing past you and inside the house.

You heaved a large sigh. What a day. And it was only eleven.

"Here, Charles. Catch!" You smiled at Charlie and threw the ring in his direction.

"You are a lifesaver, Mrs. Shelby." The instructor flashed a wolfish smile which you believed was very, very inappropriate for a man supposed to teach children.

"Oh, shut up." You answered while gritting your teeth as you sat down on the chair, looking forward to an hour of lounging about as Charlie took his lessons.

"It's the truth."

Why was he still talking?

You smiled and picked up a magazine from the side table, very pointedly making your intentions clear.

"I think we need your help, Mrs. Shelby." The instructor's voice broke through your reading and your calm demeanour.

"What's wrong now?" You asked as you hurried to cover the 2 feet long distance between you and the pool.

"This."

In a moment, you were drenched from head to toe by the cold pool water.

"What-"

"Are you cold, Mrs. Shelby?" He smirked, his eyes set lecherously on your breasts.

"You will not talk to me in this way!"

"Mr. Hurst! I am floating." Charlie's voice cut through the tension, and you found yourself quietening a little.

Ignoring you and your empty threats, the instructor swam back towards Charlie, "Look at you, Charles. You are a gifted swimmer, boy."

Clenching your teeth, you turned to walk back to the lounge chair, only to sense some movement in the corner of your eye.

You looked up to catch the eye of Tommy, who was standing near the window with a cigarette in between his fingers, scrutinising the situation with his icy cold eyes, no doubt calling you a whore in his head.

What a day, really.

***

"Where's Charles?" Tommy Shelby asked whoever was listening when he came back home that night.

You got up immediately from your almost sleeping position on the sofa and relayed the news to Tommy, "He's sleeping."

He gave you a once-over, as if realising you were an actual person too and asked, "What are you doing?"

"I thought I would wait...You didn't have dinner, did you?" You asked hesitatingly.

"No. Tell Frances to bring it in my study." He instructed.

You nodded while barely stifling a yawn.

"And you, come inside." He pointed a finger at you before leaving for his study.

You exhaled, wondering if it was your last day in Arrow House after all.

"Do you need something?" You asked as you let yourself inside the study. Tommy was going through some papers and he looked at you for second before going back to the work at hand.

"Yeah. What's that instructor's name?" He asked, eyes still on the paper he was reading.

"Umm...Tim. Tim Hurst."

"Tell him not to come from next week."

"Oh...Why?"

He cast a funny look in your direction before stating, "He's unfit for the job."

"Okay. I'll let him know." You nodded and began to leave, but Frances interrupted your exit.

"Mr. Shelby."

"Dinner is here. Do you want anything else?" You asked.

He nodded, then gestured at the sofa. "Sit down."

You gave him a quizzical look.

"You didn't eat, did you?" He asked most patiently, as if speaking to a child. Or an imbecile.

"But it's all right. I'll eat outside. I'm sure you need privacy."

In answer, he turned and sat down on his chair, and you were about to take that as your cue to leave, only to literally freeze when he said slowly, "I called you for company."

You swallowed. Time to tell him, (Y/n).

"I know what you are thinking."

"You do?" He asked as he leaned back in his chair, taking you in with a carelessly curious gaze.

"And it's my fault, really. I shouldn't have worn that...swimsuit. But I wasn't expecting Tim to behave so inappropriately. I know you think I was trying to grab his attention, but that was not my intention. My entire focus was on Charlie. I care for him, very much."

He nodded, his lips turned up a little. "I know."

You almost sputtered. That's all you want to say?

"Why didn't you tell me about it?" He asked instead.

You shrugged. "He was good with Charlie, and his word matters in the federation. I thought he'd put a good word for him."

"Still, you should've told me."

"I'll keep that mind." You acceded, trying hard not to roll your eyes.

He raised his eyebrows for a moment, as if seeing through your farce. And you couldn't bear his scrutiny anymore.

"Good night, then." You said, slightly irked.

He nodded. "Good night."

***

"Charlie? What are you upto?"

"Hello to you." You greeted Tommy in surprise a few afternoons later as he strode inside the drawing room where you and Charlie were sitting on the floor.

"So, what's going on?" He asked as he sat down on the sofa, you and Charlie literally at his feet.

"Charlie and I decided to make a castle."

"A castle of paper!" Charlie squealed in delight.

"Girls do that shit." He muttered with a look in your direction.

"Now Charlie, why don't you tell your very ignorant father that both boys and girls live in castles?"

"Yeah, Dad. (Y/n) said I'll be a Prince!"

"Why not?" He said with a shake of his head.

"And she will be my princess." Charlie continued.

You gave a throaty laugh at that, sobering when you found Tommy's eyes intent on your face.

"What does that make me, eh?" Tommy asked as he pulled out a cigarette and ran it across his lips.

"The fire-breathing dragon." You muttered in what you assumed was a low voice but Charlie's snicker told you otherwise.

"Dad is a dragon! Dad is a dragon!"

"Now, Charlie." You chided, and with a contrite look in Tommy's direction, muttered, "I'm sorry."

But to your surprise, his face was lit with amusement. Smiling a little yourself, you began putting the crayons in the colouring box as you asked Tommy, "I thought you were leaving for London. Aren't you late?"

"I decided not to go." He said plainly.

"Is everything all right?"

"Yeah."

When he didn't elaborate, you said, "Charlie wanted to go for a swim. But I..."

"What?" He almost uncoiled from his sprawling position on the sofa, his sharp gaze piercing into you.

"I can't- I don't know how to swim. So I brought him here. I'm sorry."

He stayed quiet, then asked, "Do you still have that thing...?" He made a vague gesture with his hands.

Smirking, you said, "Of course. It cost a fortune."

"Put it on. We're going swimming."

***

"This is a bad idea."

You said fifteen minutes later as you watched Tommy tread towards you with a swimming ring-encased Charlie in tow.

"Give me your hand." He ordered as he offered you his hand, naked except for his swimming trunks.

Oh, my.

The faint dusting of golden hair on his body, his lean but strong muscles, the sexy tattoos covering his upper body; everything was making too much sweat pool in between your breasts.

"I'll just watch from here." You said, a little too hot for March.

He raised an eyebrow at you before saying, "Looks like somebody is scared, Charlie."

"(y/n) is scared! (y/n) is scared!" Charlie teased, and you would've wiped that smile off Tommy's face if it wasn't so adorable.

"Fine. But if I drown, tell my mother I love her."

"Only 'er?" He asked quietly.

You ignored that and focussed on sliding down in the water.

He was in front of you the moment you entered the pool. "Here. Hold me shoulders."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah." He said in mild annoyance.

"But my feet?" You cried.

"They are on the ground." He said calmly.

"Oh, this-"

"This pool is for kids." He looked like he was trying not to smile.

You let out a sigh of relief.

"I think I can manage from here."

"By all means."

He left you alone after that, as alone as a 10 x 10 swimming pool would allow. You focussed mostly on keeping the skimpy bikini in place and watching Tommy and Charlie covertly from the sides, not wanting to interrupt the father-son bonding but still wanting to be a part of their group.

When Charlie's screeches decreased in pitch and frequency, you knew it was time for his nap.

"He's getting tired." You told Tommy and he agreed with a nod.

You carried the already drowsy Charlie in your arms before Tommy had a chance and led him towards the ladder, only to realise it was impossible to carry on forward from there.

"Allow me."

You transferred the sleeping Charlie to his father, then began your ascent up the ladder, dripping water everywhere around you and resisting the urge to readjust the slippery fabric around your ass and breasts.

"It was fun." You smiled at Tommy while shivering, cursing yourself one more time for forgetting your coverup.

Did you, though, (Y/n)? Didn't a tiny part of you wanted to show off in front of your husband?

Ignoring the spiteful voice in your head, you focussed on what Tommy was saying.

"Go wash up. You'll fall sick." He said in his flat, solicitous voice.

"But Charlie-"

"Frances will take care of him. All right?"

"His clothes-"

"Go."

You agreed half-heartedly but felt eyes on your back until you entered the house.

***

You were drying your hair in your soft pink bathrobe when you heard a knock on the door.

"Yes?" You asked from inside, running hand through your damp hair.

The person outside took it as an invitation to come inside, and you hurried to readjust the knot on the robe.

"Oh, you." You said as Tommy Shelby entered your bedroom in his usual insanely expensive three-piece suit. And to think he was in the pool just half an hour ago.

"Were you expecting someone else?" He asked, taking your form with piercing intensity and making you very much aware of the fact that you were very much naked underneath the cotton robe.

"No..No, I meant...I wasn't expecting you." You stuttered.

He looked faintly amused as he closed the door behind him. "Why not?"

"Well, this isn't your room." You explained.

"I know." He said with a look around your dainty, overcrowded room as he walked further inside.

Licking your lips, you asked, "Did you want something?"

He nodded once, walking closer towards you until you were pushed against the wall.

"What?" It came out as a squawk.

"This."

Your whimper died when your mouths collided. His lips on yours, pressing, coaxing, pushing.

The kiss was over before it began, and before you could know what the hell it was about, he was leaving the room.

***

"Dinner?" Tommy asked you one evening as you came out of Charlie's room after putting him to bed.

Almost jolted from the ambush, you barely managed to nod at him before collapsing on the bed the moment you went inside your own room.

It was a quiet dinner, uneventful even, except the fact that you were flustered enough to keel over and die on the rich wool carpet. And Tommy, that fiend was doing everything to make your situation worse.

He had escorted you to the table with a not so innocent hand on the small of your back, or rather some place lower and much more improper. Then, he had not missed any opportunity to touch you surreptitiously. A rub behind your collarbone, a stroke on your fingers, you name it.

Twice during the dinner, his hand brushed against your breast, sending sharp electric tingles down your spine.

Honest mistake, no need to get riled up, you had convinced yourself as your entire body heated with pent up sexual frustration.

"Pass me the whisky." He said, as affected by the ordeal as the barely touched food on your plate.

You obliged and offered him a glass of the drink. His fingers brushed against yours, and stayed there for a long moment; long enough to make your heart skip a beat. His eyes stayed fixed on yours throughout the ordeal until you pulled your hand away.

This was nothing if not a mistake.

You narrowed your eyes at him then. "I know what you're doing."

"Good." He said with a quick sip of the drink.

"This is entirely wrong."

He looked a touch hurt, and asked as blankly as possible, "Why?"

"Because you don't like me."

"I like you a lot." He sounded a bit unenthusiastic about that detail.

"Why?" You demanded.

"Because."

"Because?"

"Let's go upstairs." He threw his napkin and got up from the chair.

"Tommy."

"What?" He asked gently, his eyes locked into yours.

"Is it because of me? Or just because you want to do it?"

"Both."

Your face deflated a little.

"Come."

Your hands stayed linked as you strode up the stairs, he, a man on a mission and you, almost grudgingly.

Suddenly, without breaking step, he said, "Ever since I saw you in that...."

"Bikini?" You asked.

"Yeah, that." He made the same vague gesture as he pushed his bedroom door open.

"So?" You prodded, looking around his room with an embarrassing amount of yearning. It was everything you wanted and the one thing you couldn't have. Well, except Tommy.

"I haven't been sleeping properly." He said as he rubbed the side of head with his thumb.

"You're never sleeping properly."

"And how would you know that?" He looked sceptical.

"I'm your wife, Tommy."

His face softened for a moment before eyes darkened with need as he slowly reached to touch the straps of your dress.

"Yes, you are." He said huskily and bent forward to claim your mouth.

Sighing, you spoke against his lips, "I want this to mean something."

"It does." He said before resuming his ministrations. His lips teasing, his hands caressing, his legs leading both of your bodies towards the bed.

He divested you of your clothes with little trouble and much ease, before laying you flat on your back, naked as the day you were born. He was on top of you soon, the weight of his hard body a sweet pressure on your aching body.

"Tell me what you want, (Y/n)." There was a mild entreaty in his voice as he pushed a finger inside your slick folds, making you whimper loudly.

"Oh, God, Tommy..." You moaned, burning to bring him closer.

"This?" He asked and inserted another finger into your wet slit, making your body arch off the bed and your eyes roll back behind your head.

"Tommy, please..." You sobbed.

"Please what, love?" He asked gently, but you knew he was smiling.

"Please. I need you."

It was all confirmation he needed, and soon his hardened cock replaced his expert fingers, pushing into your drenched folds with ease.

You sighed at his feel, taking him in he slowly thrusted into you, as if afraid to break you. When you couldn't take in the sweet torture anymore, you moaned out with his each thrust, "Tommy, please...don't...stop."

As if just waiting for your permission, he pushed deep inside you, and thrusted with complete abandon, making the bedsprings squeak and the headboard above your head tremble.

Within minutes, you shattered in his arms, and he drove himself faster and deeper until he exploded inside you too before bending and pressing a soft kiss on your lips.

Your foreheads joined, sweat coating your bodies, your breathes coming in shallow breaks. You were in so much love with him at that moment, knowing you would never be this close to him than you were right now. Feeling bold, you awkwardly raised your hand and touched the side of his freckled face. He moved his face so he was kissing the inside of your palm.

It felt like fireworks.

He pulled out then and laid down by your side, but didn't let go of you, holding you close by his chest with his arm around your shoulders, eyes on the ceiling.

"Should I say something?" You asked as you clutched the bedspread in the hand which was hidden from you.

"If you want, yeah." He sounded like he was having trouble speaking, and kept his eyes trained on the ceiling.

"Well, not precisely. But yeah.. it was nice." You shrugged shyly, barely restraining the urge to hide your face behind your hands. This was Tommy Shelby after all, the man you had loved for five years and been married to for two years.

He looked gravely offended at that. "Fuckin' nice?"

"Wonderful. Life altering." You admitted.

He exhaled through his nose, a tiny smile lifting the side of his mouth. "Better."

Satisfied, you asked him the dreadful question you wished didn't exist but whose presence you had to accept. "So, should I go?"

He furrowed his brows. "Where?"

"My room." You said quietly.

He really looked at you then and said, in his most serious yet sexy voice, "Sweetheart, you are in your room."

Easing the Tension - Tommy Shelby X Fem!Reader

Prompt - "Why're you looking at me like that?"

For @runnning-outof-time and her epic Milestone Challenge!

Warning - enemies to lovers / smut

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He was always a dick as a teenager. The biggest dick you knew. All the way through your childhood he relentlessly teased you, mocked you, gave you weird looks as he walked past you. A dick, yes. A handsome, enigmatic, charismatic dick who had a hold over you he'd never know.

But since he returned from France, you noticed a change. A dramatic change. Not all the time, and certainly not when he was around his family, but when he was alone in his office at the betting shop on Watery Lane? You noticed.

You started working there when the boys left for war. Polly Gray was looking for someone to help look after the books. You were skilled in numeracy thanks to your father being a mathematics teacher, and you were one of the few people, especially women, in Small Heath who could read and write.

You'd proven your worth, and successfully earned the trust of the Shelby boys when they returned from war six months ago. Tommy, despite not being the eldest, had taken a strong lead in the family. Owed in part to his leadership in France, outranking both brothers. Arthur wasn't happy, but even he couldn't deny his younger brother was a born leader.

And you? You found yourself looking at Tommy more often. He was different. He no longer teased you or mocked you. He no longer gave you weird looks. In fact, he didn't look at you at all. He didn't look at anyone anymore. Not properly, anyway. It was as though there were walls up, barriers. Blockades that not even Polly could penetrate. He'd built a fortress around himself, and no one had the keys to unlock it.

You slept at their house on numerous occasions due to Polly's penchant for getting you drunk on a Friday night, listening to the gramophone while the two of you and Ada danced like idiots around the living room. The boys would be at the Garrison, and would stumble home at midnight before collapsing into their beds. Your bed was in a tiny box room next to Tommy's, and you often heard him wake, screaming, two or three times in the night. Despite how he'd treated you before the war, you wished you had the courage to go into his room. Hold him, calm him... But you never did. You just lay there, listening to him, waiting for the quiet so you knew he was sleeping again.

Only to wake another hour later.

And again an hour after that.

His room had an outside wall one side, and your bedroom the other. No one else would've heard him. And he would have no idea that you knew, either.

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In the early hours of Saturday morning, you realised sleep was impossible. A combination of the whiskey last night and the disturbed sleep listening to Tommy's nightmares.

You sat at the kitchen table alone with a coffee around 3:30am. The rest of the house was still fast asleep.

Tommy entered the kitchen, but he didn't say anything. Walked past you to the cabinet and poured a whiskey for himself. Silently sipping it as he stood at the counter, his back to you. You couldn't take your eyes off him, the stiffness of his back, the rigidness of his shoulders. The tension simply radiated from him.

"Why're you looking at me like that?" He asked, suddenly, still not turning around.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to stare..."

"You always stare at me. You look at me like I'm some kind of wounded dog waiting to be put out of my misery."

You didn't answer, but you didn't stop staring either. You couldn't.

He turned around, and his eyes locked with yours.

"You're too tense to sleep, aren't you?" you asked, he didn't respond.

"Sit down, Thomas," you stood up and offered him your seat. He scrunched his eyebrows in confusion but you weren't letting up so he sat down. You stretched your hands and fingers, before gently placing them either side of his neck. He flinched at the contact, before your voice shhed him and your fingers began to press into his shoulders.

After a few minutes, you felt him relax. Your hands rolled over his shoulders and neck, squeezing and kneading the flesh. His head lolled forwards, allowing you easier access to his muscles at the bottom of his neck.

"It's easier if you remove your shirt?" You commented, a slight smile on your lips as he lifted the garment over his head. Your fingers went back to work, kneading and pressing everywhere you felt a knot.

"Scars and freckles, interesting combination," you smirked. His shoulders jumped as he chuckled, soon replaced by a deep groan as you found an exceptionally sized knot in his spine, unravelling it with your knuckles easily.

"Your hands are fucking magical," he leaned forward and your hands moved lower, almost to his waist. He was now leaning over the table, his head resting in his arms as your hands squeezed his flesh expertly. After thirty minutes, he was breathing easier, calmer, he could've been asleep... You stopped and taking a seat next to him stroked over his cheek gently. His eyes fluttered open, and they found yours again. The walls were down, and you saw them properly for the first time. An innocent blue replacing their usual intense darkness.

"Do you want to talk about it?" You asked quietly, still stroking his cheek. He shook his head.

"Do you want to go back to bed?" He nodded, and you took his hand. He let you lead the way, and you opened his bedroom door. Heading inside, he climbed in and you went to place the covers over him before he stopped you.

"Stay with me..." He whispered. You went to protest, but the gentle grip on your wrist told you it was a battle you'd lose anyway. You climbed into the single bed next to him and he opened his arm for you to lay on, the pillow too small for two heads. The feel of his hand stroking your arm, his lips against your forehead, the heat of his breath against your skin. You found yourself looking upwards at him, and after a few moments of visible contemplation on his face, he kissed you. A soft, gentle kiss that you found surprisingly easy to reciprocate.

His hand held your cheek tenderly as the kiss deepened. His tongue gently sweeping across yours. Your body was moving of its own accord now, and you were suddenly on top of him. Straddled over his mid section, you could feel the hard length of his arousal pressed between your legs.

"YN..."

"Shh, don't talk, just lay back. Let me ease the last of that tension away..."

Your nightgown already hitched over your waist, you reached down and slid his shorts down. Sliding your panties to one side, you rolled your folds over his shaft. Watching his face contort in pleasure, your wet folds glided over him easily. Reaching between you, you stood his cock upright and sank onto him slowly. His hands moved to your waist, trying to take control, but you pulled them away.

"Not tonight," you gasped, feeling him fill you completely. Buried deep inside your wet walls.

Your hips rolled back and forth, a steady, gentle but firm rhythm, and you had no intention of speeding up.

"That's it... Relax Tommy..."

"One day I'll tell you. I'll tell you everything," he said, rolling his nose affectionately over yours.

He was silent other than his breathing - heavy but calm. He didn't move, allowing you full control. His hands holding yours as you used them for leverage. Your head fell back as his cock found that sweet spot inside, and you focussed your hip movements to keep it hitting that same spot over and over. Not too fast, just a gentle rocking motion that had his abdomen clenching, you could feel his cock throbbing inside you letting you know he was close.

"Not yet Tommy, not just yet.. I'll let you cum, just hold on for me..."

"I always have..."

You looked down and met his gaze again, his eyes moving from your face, down your still clothed body, and back up again. The flickering of his eyelids had you coming undone, his mouth hanging open slightly, deep breaths from his lips. You felt your orgasm building, and rocked your hips just a little quicker.

"Cum for me Tommy..."

He nodded, and his eyes squeezed shut, a low groan leaving his chest, his toned stomach clenching, his fingers locked with yours. His eyes flew open suddenly with the force of his release, locked onto yours as you came with him, his seed filling you sending you over into the abyss.

Once you'd calmed, and his cock finished pulsing, you climbed off him and lay back at his side, his arm over your shoulders again as you snuggled into his chest. Your fingers tracing over his chest, watching the rise and fall of it as his breathing calmed.

"You really are magical..." He smiled, kissing the top of you r head.

"Why?"

"I don't hear the shovels..."

You looked up at him and stroked his cheek, kissing his lips tenderly.

"Why me?"

"Because you're the only one who noticed."

hey, i wanted to ask for a tommy x fem reader where she is in her 20s and the total oposite, like that bubbly bimbo girl that people forget that actually have a brain and is smart just for her looks. she likes tommy because he never doubted her potential and brains. so she wants him, he pulls his sad peaky boy drama and girlboss has to literally make him jealous to the point where he fucks her. (or just confess his love in an agressive way).

i love your imagines anyway.

I LOVED THIS REQUEST. And I may have fallen in love with the reader... Maybe even enough to want a second part...

Thank you so much for sending this in and for waiting <3

Hope you enjoy it! XO

Rated: Explicit - Making out, detailed description of female pleasure, possessive Tommy, Virgin reader

Finding a decent job in Small Heath was challenging.

You’d grown up with a thick coating of anxiety that wrapped around you tightly. You were smart, but the pressure of situations would leave words tangled in your mouth, your stomach would twist up, face flushing, and more often than not you would say something embarrassing. Then suddenly you had a tight body and heavy breasts that only made things worse. The girls got even more mean, and the boys were relentless.

You were excellent in maths, sciences, writing & reading, you spoke four languages, to survive here looking like you did you had plenty of street smarts, and an excellent sense of humor. Yet everyone just saw a slow girl in a whores body. So while waiting for a better opportunity you were helping your father with his restaurant.

You met Mr. Shelby properly for the first time at the horse races.

Your father always kept an ear out about the gossip and you would often strategize the information he’d given you. So far you’d never lost a bet. I guess the Shelby family noticed that your father had started coming out on top regularly, as you noticed them watching you the whole afternoon.

After the race your father had you go to the gambling tables. Shelby eyes followed you the whole night. It must look very strange, your plump father flirting with the barmaid while his daughter worked the floor amongst men.

You knew from the second time you’d noticed Thomas and his brothers staring that anything you collected today would likely be torn from your hands. Which was a shame, with the tips you were allowed to keep at work and the take home from weekends like this you could almost move out on your own.

You decided that enough was enough, the man next to you was starting to sit a bit to close for your liking. You finished the round collecting your chips, and the men at the table looked at you like they would give up just about anything to fuck you then throw your body in the cut.

Perfect time to make an exit.

You handed your collection of chips to your father to cash in, then moved down the bar to where Mr. Shelby was leaning with a glass of whiskey in his hand.

You were momentarily grateful that his brothers had moved further down. Confronting him on his own seemed the slightest bit better if he was on his own.

“Mr. Shelby” You said in a friendly voice, despite your heart racing and your palms getting sweaty. He nodded at you waiting for you to speak. His eyes were a piercing blue and he held himself in a way that made you start to shrink on the inside.

“I have noticed you noticing me all day, is there a reason for that?” You were pretty sure that you were in big trouble and it was better to just get it over with.

“We have business.” He said in a casual tone. Still looking you over.

“Should we discuss it?” You asked timidly. Please don't take me out to the alley.

“Not here, come by the betting shop tomorrow morning.”

“Should I bring my father?” Please say yes. Don't make me go there alone.

“No need, you're clearly the person I need to talk to.” He looked the slightest bit amused, eyes searching your face. You could already feel the thick blush covering your skin.

“Alright.” You gave him a polite smile, unsure of what to say or do. He only downed his drink and placed the glass back down on the bar.

“Tomorrow, betting shop, 8am, don't be late.” He winked at you before walking over and talking to his brothers. They both turned to look you over, eyes heavy with speculation. One of them said something earning him a hearty slap to the back of the head before the three of them got up and exited the busy club.

“Ready for home, love?” Your father asked, causing you to jump.

“Yes! Let's get out of here.” You went home without telling your father about tomorrow's meeting. There is no way on earth he would send you in there alone to meet with a man like that.

You thought about it as you laid awake in your bed. You knew that it would probably be some typical mob meeting where they put your fingers in a drawer making you promise not to bet or gamble on their turf again. Your father didn't need to see that, and he made it clear he wanted your fingers knowing you were the brains behind your fathers winnings.

You just hoped it was your fingers he wanted. A beating, a few bruises or a split lip was all fine and good. But you had a feeling in the pit of your stomach that he might have other ideas of getting the message across.

Eventually after a night of unease and spiralling thoughts you got yourself ready for the day. You had things to focus on which calmed your nerves slightly. Your father wouldn't be up for another hour so you wrote a note saying you were going out.

You were grateful that the shop didn't open till 9, it meant you didn't have to deal with the men that normally lined up. You knocked at the door.

“FUCK OFF! WE OPEN AT 9” A angry female voice called out from behind the worn wooden door.

“I HAVE A MEETING WITH MR. SHELBY AT 8” You shouted back. The door swung open and a lady dragged you into the shop by your arm.

“Good heavens woman, you want the whole world to know your business?!” She left you standing in the entryway and floated back to her desk. She lit a cigarette and looked you over.

“I didn't think whores worked this early in the morning.” Her eyes narrowed and you took a deep breath. It was too early in the morning for this petty shit.

“I wouldn't know.” She scoffed and Thomas walked into the space from the back door.

“You're on time!” He said motioning you towards his office.

“Always am” You said with the brightest smile you could manage.

You sat across from his desk in a comfortable leather chair. Happy that your fingers were nowhere near the drawers.

“So Miss L/N. Big winnings yesterday at the race.” He lit a cigarette and took a long drag. “Then you cleaned out two rounds of poker.” You shivered under the weight of his heavy gaze.

“Yes.” You literally watched him watch you do it so there was no point in denying anything.

“Like the past three race days.” His voice was dark and should send millions of alarm bells off in your head but you couldn't help but focus on his mouth. You slapped yourself mentally.

“That would be correct.” You said with a steady voice.

“How?”

You explained almost everything. You wouldn't give up your method of card counting or the mental math processes behind any other gambling you did. But you explained how you had put the pieces together about which horse was going to win. Explained what your father heard on the street, mixed with what you heard the men talk about at his restaurant, then what you knew of the local gangs and the politics of Small Heath.

“So most things just follow a pattern, you just need to know where to look. And listen I guess.” He watched you closely the whole time, his eyes were sharp like he was trying to catch you in a lie.

“And you just happen to be good at looking and listening?”

“I would say I do a good job, yeah” You gave a little nod.

“What else are you good at?” Your nose crinkled at his words, you’d heard similar things out of peoples mouths countless times and most of them had sexual intentions. He seemed to catch your reaction, and almost seemed the slightest bit empathetic. “Are you good at maths? What are you doing for work right now?” He clarified smoothly.

“You already know I’m excellent at maths, but I am also good with language arts, sciences, and I am fluent in English, Russian, and German. I currently bartend at my fathers restaurant three nights a week.” You also spoke Romani but figured you’d keep that in your back pocket as you knew they were gypsy. If this became a regular interrogation they would probably speak it behind your back.

“Why do you work for your father?”

“Would you believe me if I told you this was the smoothest conversation I’d had with someone not related to me?”

“Yes” He almost smiled. You shrugged.

“Why German and Russian?” He asked, you didn't blame him for asking, they weren't romantic languages and they certainly were not welcome in today's political climate.

“My grandmother was Russian and I picked it up when I was little before she passed.”

“And German?” His eyes narrowed ever so slightly and you sighed.

“It’s embarrassing.” You felt your face get hot but he only raised an eyebrow prompting you to continue. “There was a book series I wanted to read and it was only in German, so a friend taught me in school.”

“Lie” He said quickly.

You let out another sigh and you could feel he was enjoying this.

“I didn't have friends in school. I taught myself so I could read the books. I’m currently working on picking up French.” You answered sheepishly and he gave you a small smile that hit you deep in your stomach.

He didn't know that German was the only common language your father didn't know, and the books were filthy enough to have you sent to a nunnery for the rest of your life.

“Your father was in France?”

“Yes.”

“Your mother?”

“Died of a sickness while he was away.” You answered tightly, he didn't need to know more about that. No one did. He poured you a glass of whiskey and you accepted it with a thanks.

“You kept the books and the restaurant while he was gone.”

“Yes”

“How old are you?”

“20” His gaze turned darker somehow and you flushed again. “Is that a problem?”

“No”

He looked you over like he wasn't sure what to think of you. After a long moment you realized this was the nicest conversation you’d had with someone outside of your family. He listened to you and kept his eyes on your face, like he actually cared about what you had to say. Different feelings made their way into your body as you considered the dangerous man in front of you.

“Work for me. Be here at 8am, Tuesday to Saturday. I’ll pay you the going rate for a bookkeeper but I'll double it in three months if you use your talents for some extra work on the side.”

You were shocked but your face fell at the last sentence.

“Talents being the ones we discussed” He said in a pointed tone.

Your face lit back up.

“None of this is legal is it?” You said with a twinkle that caught him off guard.

“We are working towards it.” He said sternly, but you only let out a laugh. You couldn’t believe your luck.

“Done.” You reached out your hand which seemed to amuse him. He shook it and you felt electricity run through your skin. You wanted this job just as much as you wanted to know him.

After that the woman who opened the door for you was instructed to show you everything about the place. Which led to a yelling match and some kind of special family meeting.

You came back the next day to be properly introduced to the family. The boys took the piss like they always did whenever you thought you deserved some respect. Thomas seemed to have said something to have kept them relatively in check.

The women were mean like always. Polly, the woman who answered the door yesterday, was not impressed with your employment, but you were fairly sure you could win her over with time. Esme seemed to distance herself from you and that was fine enough. You came here to work, not make friends.

You just smiled at them brightly, too excited at the opportunity for their emotions to get in the way of it.

Quality of life improved immediately. People still thought the same shit about you but no one would say it to your face out of fear of your employers. Money was fucking good. You soon had your own little apartment close to the shop. Your father wasn't happy about the arrangement but he was happy to see you doing better.

Once you’d proved yourself useful to Polly she became the closest thing to a friend you’d had. Esme took a little bit longer but you assumed it had more to do with the way John looked at you in passing. Eventually she came around and even apologized to you.

Friends. A job. All you needed was Tommy.

You assumed being brought into the darker parts of the job, the feelings for him would lessen. But it only got worse.

You couldn't help it. The man looked at you like you were a secret weapon. He brought you to sit in on business meetings to observe men, then go on your way digging shit up on them. You cracked coded letters, caught snitches, rigged races.

You spent a considerable amount of time with him. You helped with the books, managed his schedule, and attended various stake outs. He always showed up with a look of amazement, that on top of all of it you still had time to slack off reading your novels, and all those little passing looks went straight to your heart.

You were desperate for him to make a move, heck every man in the bloody city had been after your ass since you were 11. Now that you want the attention you couldn't have it.

Dressing yourself up wasn’t practical with the type of side work you did. So you just tried to impress him. Useless facts, jokes to try and make him laugh, you tried to cheer him up when he was in a mood, always trying to outdo yourself at the tasks he gave you.

You did the same for his family, always trying to be helpful, you took especially good care of the little ones. Finn regularly came to you for advice. It all made you hopeful that maybe you could fit in here permanently.

He always gave you praise and the occasional smile, but never a desperate confession, or an act of passion. He wouldn't let other men touch you in his presence, something you thought was unbearably hot. But you speculated it could also be that he thought of you as a little sister…. Only one way to find out.

After a stealthy discussion with Polly about how to attract men, she suggested that if you were interested in someone you should try to force his hand by making jealous.

You thought about what you knew about romance from your books and observing people and in theory it should work. Or it would break your heart, at this point it was a necessary gamble.

There was a Peaky get-together at the Garrison to celebrate a rather difficult company achievement. Normally you always wore black because people found it off putting but tonight you pulled out all the stops. You wore lipstick and a red dress. It was equal parts terrifying and liberating.

Initiate operation: Jealous

You walked into the pub and everyone seemed to stop and look you over. You tried not to let it turn your face red, and hung your coat up in a way you hoped looked graceful. The night picked up and the dress seemed to work, people came over and chatted to you and you tried to laugh and seem approachable.

It was horrible, you felt his eyes on you the whole time, and yet he hadn't swooped in and stolen you away. Eventually you could feel him standing at the bar behind you as you spoke to some guy, who was talking your ear off about chemical reactions as if you couldn’t run a drug lab on your own. You didn’t know how you got on to this topic but you nodded along politely.

It was fine till it wasn't fine. The man grabbed your arm and Tommy immediately turned around and removed it.

“Please excuse us, she’s needed elsewhere.” Tommy said curtly, causing the man to turn deathly pale. He grabbed your arm moving you towards the exit, quickly snatching your coat and tucking it around your shoulders.

He took you outside and paused for a second, but didn’t take his hand off your arm. He let out an angry sigh like he was conflicted.

“Problem?” You asked in what you hoped was a flirty voice. He gave you a pained expression.

“Have a drink with me?” He asked in a rough tone.

“Sure” You expected him to take you back inside but instead he pulled you back to the betting shop. Your heart was going at record speed and you desperately tried to play it cool.

He unlocked the door and took you into his office. His hand never left your arm but his mind was somewhere far away. He placed you in the usual chair you sat in and handed you a glass of whiskey. He perched on the edge of his desk, almost close enough to touch.

“I have some interesting intel.” He refused to look at you, suddenly captivated by the wall paper like he’d never actually noticed it. You appreciated this because you fought hard to keep your face composed as your heart broke slowly in your chest.

“What’s needed?” You asked softly, also suddenly captivated by the wall paper.

“You need to understand that I’m too old for you, too dangerous, and it's never going to happen.” You felt like the words caused him physical pain despite his cold composure.

“Interesting.” You thought about what Polly had told you about his wife that had passed.

“Not terribly.” He stated.

“You’re older than me, but not any smarter, I’m already tied into every decision you make. I think it will happen if I want it to”

He gave you one of those rare smiles.

“But if you rather me go, I still might be able to catch Mr. Science down at the pub.” You stood up and watched his amusement fade into something darker.

“People will talk.” He warned. You met his eyes and felt the torment pulsing through him.

“They already do.” You took a step closer, finally eliminating the space between the two of you.

“Fuck!” He snapped before grabbing your face roughly and kissing you. It was slow, soft and you felt the restraint running taught in his body. But you’d been restrained your whole life. You trusted Tommy for the right reasons, you trusted for the first time. You were touch starved, and soft wasn't going to cut it.

So you pushed a little to see what it would get you.

You pressed your body closer to him, and he stood up, tilting your face up, deepening the kiss. You pressed your chest up against his, the sensation of his hard chest against your sore breasts made you moan into his mouth. He took that as an opening to slide his tongue into your mouth. You tried to mirror his movements and wanted to pick this up quickly like you did everything else. You wanted to be good for him.

He broke the kiss and gave you a heated but amused look.

“You haven't done this before.” It wasn't a question and your face flushed in embarrassment.

“I haven't liked anyone before.” you breathed as he held your head there, looking up at him.

“We should stop.” He whispered.

“You're not exactly the best lover” You stated. You watched his smile come back, eyebrows raised questioningly. “You haven't asked me once what I would like.”

“Hmm that’s what would make me a good lover, eh?” His hand on the back of your neck tightened, as he moved his other to stroke his fingers down your neck. This was a pleasure you didn't think existed in real life. Your body was on fire, every part of it suddenly too tight.

“Yes.” The word just barely escaped your lips.

“What would you like, love?” He whispered in your ear, his fingers brushed along your collarbone.

“Fuck me on your desk.” Your tone was just above begging but not by much. He scoffed.

“No. I'm not going to fuck you tonight, certainly not over my desk.” Your body tensed up, you didn’t think you would survive if this ended. You needed him, you needed some kind of relief from this heat. You just didn't know how to get there.

“I will, however, go back to yours and see where things go?”

You nodded eagerly and he observed you in a way that stung your heart. He saw something he wanted, you hoped it was more than your body.

Your apartment was not fuck your boss ready. You let him in and rushed into your room. After a 10 second panic clean, most of the embarrassing stuff had been relocated to your closet.

You came back and saw him observing your space quietly. Books and notes were piled over every surface. It was very clean, just very busy. You had a lot you wanted to learn and only a short life to know it all.

Finally his eyes fell on you, your body lit up, and your heart was pounding again. He quickly closed the distance between you. His mouth was on yours again but this kiss was filled with a different type of need.

Slowly you were wearing him down.

He pressed you against the wall in the kitchen. His strong hands traveled the length of your torso eventually coming to rest on your ass. With a tense squeeze you felt him lift you slightly and your body responded by jumping up. Legs wrapped tightly around his toned body. This gave you access to grind up against him, lighting a whole wave of pleasure through you. You moaned and he left your mouth to bite his way down your neck, each one sending shocks through your system. Your breathing was heavy and everything was hazy. He held you tightly and moved you towards your room bumping into various piles of books causing you to laugh loudly. You hoped you hadn't ruined the mood, but he only threw you down on your bed.

Things were about to get serious. Suddenly the nerves hit you. You’d only read about this a million times in books, but now it was real. As if knowing he settled down on top of you, kissing you with a tenderness that made you want to cry out. Suddenly you didn't care if you weren't good at it, you just needed it.

His hands ran up the insides of your legs, finally coming up to rest just before your pussy.

“You're not wearing anything.” His fingers grazed across your wetness and your whole body tensed.

“Nope.”

“You really wanted your first time to be bent over my desk?”

This was not the time for questions. But his hands kept up their exploration sliding through your wet folds so you allowed it.

“I just really wanted you. Didn't really care where.” You said it through gritted teeth as you tried to find a way to settle into the sensations.

“All of this just to get my attention.”

You nodded while taking ragged breaths. He circled your clit and your hips bucked.

“That means that another man touched you, while you were completely indecent.” His other hand placed a smack on the back of your thigh and you let out a small scream of pleasure. This was too much but nowhere near enough. “No one touches you but me. Understood?”

You couldn’t find words, the pause earned you another small slap. That seemed to be a form of punishment, too bad it only did the opposite.

“What would you do if they did?” You gasped and he growled.

“I’d kill them.” He responded darkly and you felt his fingers slide inside you. You let out a little cry at the stretch. “This is mine.” His fingers curled inside you causing you to scream out.

“I’m yours.” You said and he picked up his pace quickly rewarding you with an orgasm. It hit you like a truck, suddenly and completely. Your whole body tensed and your legs squeezed shut around his waist trapping his fingers where you needed him. Eventually it was too much and you tried to squirm away.

“Too much.” You choked and he stopped, you moved so you were laying properly on the small bed. He just took you in, flushed and strug out for him.

“Go out with me tomorrow.” He asked and you enjoyed the way the words came out of his mouth, like they were heavy. His blue eyes blown out.

“Only if you stay tonight.” You said and you watched him try to compose himself but failed.

“I’ll stay. But I’m doing this properly. I don’t want this to be a quick fuck.” Your heart grew and twisted at his words. Tears stung your eyes. Even if you had the words you wouldn't be able to get them out.

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Tommy’s POV

She was chaos and madness wrapped up in a tight little body. It took everything inside me to stop. Hold back. To court her properly.

Here she was ready to give me everything when no one had ever given her the decency of friendship. Or a nice date.

She’d been labeled as a whore without ever having kissed anyone.

She couldn't even get a fucking job, yet she could have won the war in half the time had she been running things. She was smart, too fucking smart, and awkward as all hell. Even her house was a chaotic storm of knowledge, probably filled with the answers to the universe and cures for various illnesses.

She spent her day bringing my family tea and their favorite snacks when they were sad. Hours of horrible jokes till I’d finally give her a smile, just to watch her face light up in triumph.

As much as I wanted to rip that dress off and have my way with her, I wanted her to have a nice romance like the ones she spent all day reading.

I would make sure she only fell in love once, so I would bloody well make every last bit of it special.

She spent the night wrapped in my arms where I’d want her to be every night till I died.

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Tag List: @tommydoesntpayforsuits

hey, i wanted to ask for a tommy x fem reader where she is in her 20s and the total oposite, like that bubbly bimbo girl that people forget that actually have a brain and is smart just for her looks. she likes tommy because he never doubted her potential and brains. so she wants him, he pulls his sad peaky boy drama and girlboss has to literally make him jealous to the point where he fucks her. (or just confess his love in an agressive way).

i love your imagines anyway.

I LOVED THIS REQUEST. And I may have fallen in love with the reader... Maybe even enough to want a second part...

Thank you so much for sending this in and for waiting <3

Hope you enjoy it! XO

Rated: Explicit - Making out, detailed description of female pleasure, possessive Tommy, Virgin reader

Finding a decent job in Small Heath was challenging.

You’d grown up with a thick coating of anxiety that wrapped around you tightly. You were smart, but the pressure of situations would leave words tangled in your mouth, your stomach would twist up, face flushing, and more often than not you would say something embarrassing. Then suddenly you had a tight body and heavy breasts that only made things worse. The girls got even more mean, and the boys were relentless.

You were excellent in maths, sciences, writing & reading, you spoke four languages, to survive here looking like you did you had plenty of street smarts, and an excellent sense of humor. Yet everyone just saw a slow girl in a whores body. So while waiting for a better opportunity you were helping your father with his restaurant.

You met Mr. Shelby properly for the first time at the horse races.

Your father always kept an ear out about the gossip and you would often strategize the information he’d given you. So far you’d never lost a bet. I guess the Shelby family noticed that your father had started coming out on top regularly, as you noticed them watching you the whole afternoon.

After the race your father had you go to the gambling tables. Shelby eyes followed you the whole night. It must look very strange, your plump father flirting with the barmaid while his daughter worked the floor amongst men.

You knew from the second time you’d noticed Thomas and his brothers staring that anything you collected today would likely be torn from your hands. Which was a shame, with the tips you were allowed to keep at work and the take home from weekends like this you could almost move out on your own.

You decided that enough was enough, the man next to you was starting to sit a bit to close for your liking. You finished the round collecting your chips, and the men at the table looked at you like they would give up just about anything to fuck you then throw your body in the cut.

Perfect time to make an exit.

You handed your collection of chips to your father to cash in, then moved down the bar to where Mr. Shelby was leaning with a glass of whiskey in his hand.

You were momentarily grateful that his brothers had moved further down. Confronting him on his own seemed the slightest bit better if he was on his own.

“Mr. Shelby” You said in a friendly voice, despite your heart racing and your palms getting sweaty. He nodded at you waiting for you to speak. His eyes were a piercing blue and he held himself in a way that made you start to shrink on the inside.

“I have noticed you noticing me all day, is there a reason for that?” You were pretty sure that you were in big trouble and it was better to just get it over with.

“We have business.” He said in a casual tone. Still looking you over.

“Should we discuss it?” You asked timidly. Please don't take me out to the alley.

“Not here, come by the betting shop tomorrow morning.”

“Should I bring my father?” Please say yes. Don't make me go there alone.

“No need, you're clearly the person I need to talk to.” He looked the slightest bit amused, eyes searching your face. You could already feel the thick blush covering your skin.

“Alright.” You gave him a polite smile, unsure of what to say or do. He only downed his drink and placed the glass back down on the bar.

“Tomorrow, betting shop, 8am, don't be late.” He winked at you before walking over and talking to his brothers. They both turned to look you over, eyes heavy with speculation. One of them said something earning him a hearty slap to the back of the head before the three of them got up and exited the busy club.

“Ready for home, love?” Your father asked, causing you to jump.

“Yes! Let's get out of here.” You went home without telling your father about tomorrow's meeting. There is no way on earth he would send you in there alone to meet with a man like that.

You thought about it as you laid awake in your bed. You knew that it would probably be some typical mob meeting where they put your fingers in a drawer making you promise not to bet or gamble on their turf again. Your father didn't need to see that, and he made it clear he wanted your fingers knowing you were the brains behind your fathers winnings.

You just hoped it was your fingers he wanted. A beating, a few bruises or a split lip was all fine and good. But you had a feeling in the pit of your stomach that he might have other ideas of getting the message across.

Eventually after a night of unease and spiralling thoughts you got yourself ready for the day. You had things to focus on which calmed your nerves slightly. Your father wouldn't be up for another hour so you wrote a note saying you were going out.

You were grateful that the shop didn't open till 9, it meant you didn't have to deal with the men that normally lined up. You knocked at the door.

“FUCK OFF! WE OPEN AT 9” A angry female voice called out from behind the worn wooden door.

“I HAVE A MEETING WITH MR. SHELBY AT 8” You shouted back. The door swung open and a lady dragged you into the shop by your arm.

“Good heavens woman, you want the whole world to know your business?!” She left you standing in the entryway and floated back to her desk. She lit a cigarette and looked you over.

“I didn't think whores worked this early in the morning.” Her eyes narrowed and you took a deep breath. It was too early in the morning for this petty shit.

“I wouldn't know.” She scoffed and Thomas walked into the space from the back door.

“You're on time!” He said motioning you towards his office.

“Always am” You said with the brightest smile you could manage.

You sat across from his desk in a comfortable leather chair. Happy that your fingers were nowhere near the drawers.

“So Miss L/N. Big winnings yesterday at the race.” He lit a cigarette and took a long drag. “Then you cleaned out two rounds of poker.” You shivered under the weight of his heavy gaze.

“Yes.” You literally watched him watch you do it so there was no point in denying anything.

“Like the past three race days.” His voice was dark and should send millions of alarm bells off in your head but you couldn't help but focus on his mouth. You slapped yourself mentally.

“That would be correct.” You said with a steady voice.

“How?”

You explained almost everything. You wouldn't give up your method of card counting or the mental math processes behind any other gambling you did. But you explained how you had put the pieces together about which horse was going to win. Explained what your father heard on the street, mixed with what you heard the men talk about at his restaurant, then what you knew of the local gangs and the politics of Small Heath.

“So most things just follow a pattern, you just need to know where to look. And listen I guess.” He watched you closely the whole time, his eyes were sharp like he was trying to catch you in a lie.

“And you just happen to be good at looking and listening?”

“I would say I do a good job, yeah” You gave a little nod.

“What else are you good at?” Your nose crinkled at his words, you’d heard similar things out of peoples mouths countless times and most of them had sexual intentions. He seemed to catch your reaction, and almost seemed the slightest bit empathetic. “Are you good at maths? What are you doing for work right now?” He clarified smoothly.

“You already know I’m excellent at maths, but I am also good with language arts, sciences, and I am fluent in English, Russian, and German. I currently bartend at my fathers restaurant three nights a week.” You also spoke Romani but figured you’d keep that in your back pocket as you knew they were gypsy. If this became a regular interrogation they would probably speak it behind your back.

“Why do you work for your father?”

“Would you believe me if I told you this was the smoothest conversation I’d had with someone not related to me?”

“Yes” He almost smiled. You shrugged.

“Why German and Russian?” He asked, you didn't blame him for asking, they weren't romantic languages and they certainly were not welcome in today's political climate.

“My grandmother was Russian and I picked it up when I was little before she passed.”

“And German?” His eyes narrowed ever so slightly and you sighed.

“It’s embarrassing.” You felt your face get hot but he only raised an eyebrow prompting you to continue. “There was a book series I wanted to read and it was only in German, so a friend taught me in school.”

“Lie” He said quickly.

You let out another sigh and you could feel he was enjoying this.

“I didn't have friends in school. I taught myself so I could read the books. I’m currently working on picking up French.” You answered sheepishly and he gave you a small smile that hit you deep in your stomach.

He didn't know that German was the only common language your father didn't know, and the books were filthy enough to have you sent to a nunnery for the rest of your life.

“Your father was in France?”

“Yes.”

“Your mother?”

“Died of a sickness while he was away.” You answered tightly, he didn't need to know more about that. No one did. He poured you a glass of whiskey and you accepted it with a thanks.

“You kept the books and the restaurant while he was gone.”

“Yes”

“How old are you?”

“20” His gaze turned darker somehow and you flushed again. “Is that a problem?”

“No”

He looked you over like he wasn't sure what to think of you. After a long moment you realized this was the nicest conversation you’d had with someone outside of your family. He listened to you and kept his eyes on your face, like he actually cared about what you had to say. Different feelings made their way into your body as you considered the dangerous man in front of you.

“Work for me. Be here at 8am, Tuesday to Saturday. I’ll pay you the going rate for a bookkeeper but I'll double it in three months if you use your talents for some extra work on the side.”

You were shocked but your face fell at the last sentence.

“Talents being the ones we discussed” He said in a pointed tone.

Your face lit back up.

“None of this is legal is it?” You said with a twinkle that caught him off guard.

“We are working towards it.” He said sternly, but you only let out a laugh. You couldn’t believe your luck.

“Done.” You reached out your hand which seemed to amuse him. He shook it and you felt electricity run through your skin. You wanted this job just as much as you wanted to know him.

After that the woman who opened the door for you was instructed to show you everything about the place. Which led to a yelling match and some kind of special family meeting.

You came back the next day to be properly introduced to the family. The boys took the piss like they always did whenever you thought you deserved some respect. Thomas seemed to have said something to have kept them relatively in check.

The women were mean like always. Polly, the woman who answered the door yesterday, was not impressed with your employment, but you were fairly sure you could win her over with time. Esme seemed to distance herself from you and that was fine enough. You came here to work, not make friends.

You just smiled at them brightly, too excited at the opportunity for their emotions to get in the way of it.

Quality of life improved immediately. People still thought the same shit about you but no one would say it to your face out of fear of your employers. Money was fucking good. You soon had your own little apartment close to the shop. Your father wasn't happy about the arrangement but he was happy to see you doing better.

Once you’d proved yourself useful to Polly she became the closest thing to a friend you’d had. Esme took a little bit longer but you assumed it had more to do with the way John looked at you in passing. Eventually she came around and even apologized to you.

Friends. A job. All you needed was Tommy.

You assumed being brought into the darker parts of the job, the feelings for him would lessen. But it only got worse.

You couldn't help it. The man looked at you like you were a secret weapon. He brought you to sit in on business meetings to observe men, then go on your way digging shit up on them. You cracked coded letters, caught snitches, rigged races.

You spent a considerable amount of time with him. You helped with the books, managed his schedule, and attended various stake outs. He always showed up with a look of amazement, that on top of all of it you still had time to slack off reading your novels, and all those little passing looks went straight to your heart.

You were desperate for him to make a move, heck every man in the bloody city had been after your ass since you were 11. Now that you want the attention you couldn't have it.

Dressing yourself up wasn’t practical with the type of side work you did. So you just tried to impress him. Useless facts, jokes to try and make him laugh, you tried to cheer him up when he was in a mood, always trying to outdo yourself at the tasks he gave you.

You did the same for his family, always trying to be helpful, you took especially good care of the little ones. Finn regularly came to you for advice. It all made you hopeful that maybe you could fit in here permanently.

He always gave you praise and the occasional smile, but never a desperate confession, or an act of passion. He wouldn't let other men touch you in his presence, something you thought was unbearably hot. But you speculated it could also be that he thought of you as a little sister…. Only one way to find out.

After a stealthy discussion with Polly about how to attract men, she suggested that if you were interested in someone you should try to force his hand by making jealous.

You thought about what you knew about romance from your books and observing people and in theory it should work. Or it would break your heart, at this point it was a necessary gamble.

There was a Peaky get-together at the Garrison to celebrate a rather difficult company achievement. Normally you always wore black because people found it off putting but tonight you pulled out all the stops. You wore lipstick and a red dress. It was equal parts terrifying and liberating.

Initiate operation: Jealous

You walked into the pub and everyone seemed to stop and look you over. You tried not to let it turn your face red, and hung your coat up in a way you hoped looked graceful. The night picked up and the dress seemed to work, people came over and chatted to you and you tried to laugh and seem approachable.

It was horrible, you felt his eyes on you the whole time, and yet he hadn't swooped in and stolen you away. Eventually you could feel him standing at the bar behind you as you spoke to some guy, who was talking your ear off about chemical reactions as if you couldn’t run a drug lab on your own. You didn’t know how you got on to this topic but you nodded along politely.

It was fine till it wasn't fine. The man grabbed your arm and Tommy immediately turned around and removed it.

“Please excuse us, she’s needed elsewhere.” Tommy said curtly, causing the man to turn deathly pale. He grabbed your arm moving you towards the exit, quickly snatching your coat and tucking it around your shoulders.

He took you outside and paused for a second, but didn’t take his hand off your arm. He let out an angry sigh like he was conflicted.

“Problem?” You asked in what you hoped was a flirty voice. He gave you a pained expression.

“Have a drink with me?” He asked in a rough tone.

“Sure” You expected him to take you back inside but instead he pulled you back to the betting shop. Your heart was going at record speed and you desperately tried to play it cool.

He unlocked the door and took you into his office. His hand never left your arm but his mind was somewhere far away. He placed you in the usual chair you sat in and handed you a glass of whiskey. He perched on the edge of his desk, almost close enough to touch.

“I have some interesting intel.” He refused to look at you, suddenly captivated by the wall paper like he’d never actually noticed it. You appreciated this because you fought hard to keep your face composed as your heart broke slowly in your chest.

“What’s needed?” You asked softly, also suddenly captivated by the wall paper.

“You need to understand that I’m too old for you, too dangerous, and it's never going to happen.” You felt like the words caused him physical pain despite his cold composure.

“Interesting.” You thought about what Polly had told you about his wife that had passed.

“Not terribly.” He stated.

“You’re older than me, but not any smarter, I’m already tied into every decision you make. I think it will happen if I want it to”

He gave you one of those rare smiles.

“But if you rather me go, I still might be able to catch Mr. Science down at the pub.” You stood up and watched his amusement fade into something darker.

“People will talk.” He warned. You met his eyes and felt the torment pulsing through him.

“They already do.” You took a step closer, finally eliminating the space between the two of you.

“Fuck!” He snapped before grabbing your face roughly and kissing you. It was slow, soft and you felt the restraint running taught in his body. But you’d been restrained your whole life. You trusted Tommy for the right reasons, you trusted for the first time. You were touch starved, and soft wasn't going to cut it.

So you pushed a little to see what it would get you.

You pressed your body closer to him, and he stood up, tilting your face up, deepening the kiss. You pressed your chest up against his, the sensation of his hard chest against your sore breasts made you moan into his mouth. He took that as an opening to slide his tongue into your mouth. You tried to mirror his movements and wanted to pick this up quickly like you did everything else. You wanted to be good for him.

He broke the kiss and gave you a heated but amused look.

“You haven't done this before.” It wasn't a question and your face flushed in embarrassment.

“I haven't liked anyone before.” you breathed as he held your head there, looking up at him.

“We should stop.” He whispered.

“You're not exactly the best lover” You stated. You watched his smile come back, eyebrows raised questioningly. “You haven't asked me once what I would like.”

“Hmm that’s what would make me a good lover, eh?” His hand on the back of your neck tightened, as he moved his other to stroke his fingers down your neck. This was a pleasure you didn't think existed in real life. Your body was on fire, every part of it suddenly too tight.

“Yes.” The word just barely escaped your lips.

“What would you like, love?” He whispered in your ear, his fingers brushed along your collarbone.

“Fuck me on your desk.” Your tone was just above begging but not by much. He scoffed.

“No. I'm not going to fuck you tonight, certainly not over my desk.” Your body tensed up, you didn’t think you would survive if this ended. You needed him, you needed some kind of relief from this heat. You just didn't know how to get there.

“I will, however, go back to yours and see where things go?”

You nodded eagerly and he observed you in a way that stung your heart. He saw something he wanted, you hoped it was more than your body.

Your apartment was not fuck your boss ready. You let him in and rushed into your room. After a 10 second panic clean, most of the embarrassing stuff had been relocated to your closet.

You came back and saw him observing your space quietly. Books and notes were piled over every surface. It was very clean, just very busy. You had a lot you wanted to learn and only a short life to know it all.

Finally his eyes fell on you, your body lit up, and your heart was pounding again. He quickly closed the distance between you. His mouth was on yours again but this kiss was filled with a different type of need.

Slowly you were wearing him down.

He pressed you against the wall in the kitchen. His strong hands traveled the length of your torso eventually coming to rest on your ass. With a tense squeeze you felt him lift you slightly and your body responded by jumping up. Legs wrapped tightly around his toned body. This gave you access to grind up against him, lighting a whole wave of pleasure through you. You moaned and he left your mouth to bite his way down your neck, each one sending shocks through your system. Your breathing was heavy and everything was hazy. He held you tightly and moved you towards your room bumping into various piles of books causing you to laugh loudly. You hoped you hadn't ruined the mood, but he only threw you down on your bed.

Things were about to get serious. Suddenly the nerves hit you. You’d only read about this a million times in books, but now it was real. As if knowing he settled down on top of you, kissing you with a tenderness that made you want to cry out. Suddenly you didn't care if you weren't good at it, you just needed it.

His hands ran up the insides of your legs, finally coming up to rest just before your pussy.

“You're not wearing anything.” His fingers grazed across your wetness and your whole body tensed.

“Nope.”

“You really wanted your first time to be bent over my desk?”

This was not the time for questions. But his hands kept up their exploration sliding through your wet folds so you allowed it.

“I just really wanted you. Didn't really care where.” You said it through gritted teeth as you tried to find a way to settle into the sensations.

“All of this just to get my attention.”

You nodded while taking ragged breaths. He circled your clit and your hips bucked.

“That means that another man touched you, while you were completely indecent.” His other hand placed a smack on the back of your thigh and you let out a small scream of pleasure. This was too much but nowhere near enough. “No one touches you but me. Understood?”

You couldn’t find words, the pause earned you another small slap. That seemed to be a form of punishment, too bad it only did the opposite.

“What would you do if they did?” You gasped and he growled.

“I’d kill them.” He responded darkly and you felt his fingers slide inside you. You let out a little cry at the stretch. “This is mine.” His fingers curled inside you causing you to scream out.

“I’m yours.” You said and he picked up his pace quickly rewarding you with an orgasm. It hit you like a truck, suddenly and completely. Your whole body tensed and your legs squeezed shut around his waist trapping his fingers where you needed him. Eventually it was too much and you tried to squirm away.

“Too much.” You choked and he stopped, you moved so you were laying properly on the small bed. He just took you in, flushed and strug out for him.

“Go out with me tomorrow.” He asked and you enjoyed the way the words came out of his mouth, like they were heavy. His blue eyes blown out.

“Only if you stay tonight.” You said and you watched him try to compose himself but failed.

“I’ll stay. But I’m doing this properly. I don’t want this to be a quick fuck.” Your heart grew and twisted at his words. Tears stung your eyes. Even if you had the words you wouldn't be able to get them out.

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Tommy’s POV

She was chaos and madness wrapped up in a tight little body. It took everything inside me to stop. Hold back. To court her properly.

Here she was ready to give me everything when no one had ever given her the decency of friendship. Or a nice date.

She’d been labeled as a whore without ever having kissed anyone.

She couldn't even get a fucking job, yet she could have won the war in half the time had she been running things. She was smart, too fucking smart, and awkward as all hell. Even her house was a chaotic storm of knowledge, probably filled with the answers to the universe and cures for various illnesses.

She spent her day bringing my family tea and their favorite snacks when they were sad. Hours of horrible jokes till I’d finally give her a smile, just to watch her face light up in triumph.

As much as I wanted to rip that dress off and have my way with her, I wanted her to have a nice romance like the ones she spent all day reading.

I would make sure she only fell in love once, so I would bloody well make every last bit of it special.

She spent the night wrapped in my arms where I’d want her to be every night till I died.

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A Shelby Mistress - Masterlist (Complete)

Summary: A plan is made. A deal is struck....and you are unable to escape the consequences. Then Thomas Shelby intervenes and you are left wondering if you should be grateful or concerned. You never know when it comes to the Shelbys. 

Series Warnings: Language, mentions of canon-typical violence, smut (18+ only), Tommy being emotionally constipated yet soft, brief domestic violence, Polly is queen, fluff and humor.

Word count: 20k

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