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CW : Fem!reader. Mention of guns. Canon typical violence. Takes place between S4 and S5. Arranged marriage. Some canon divergence. Smut. MDNI. Fem!Reader.

Author's note : Hi everyone! Lol. I'm sorry for the long hiatus:) long story short, life came at me hard. But I'm back, hopefully with better material and definitely better grammer. Let me know what you think, it's my first time writing smut.

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The bullet dove into the pavement of the street. The man is nowhere to be seen.

Your ears were ringing so loud, you swore you were going deaf. Your heart was beating out of your chest painfully and your vision was spotting.

Your hand unclenched the gun , as if just realizing what it was holding and what you had done. Your eyes darting around.

Oliver ran after you, calling your name in panic.

"What were you thinking? Have you gone completely mad?" He yelled but he grabbed your shoulder to look you over. He whipped his head to look around for any trace of the man she almost shot , finding none.

He repeated your name over and over again but to no avail. Your panicked face was giving away no response other than utter fear. You lift a shaky hand, holding onto his shirt

"Ollie, I'm scared." You whisper, so sincerely. Your eyes are wide and full of tears as you look up.

Oliver's breath catches in his throat when he stares back at his sister , he can only see the same expression she'd have when she was too scared to sleep. Like a monster was out to get her, but this time he could not comfort her and tell her than there's nothing to fear because he knew it to not be true.

"I know." He responded, swallowing. He hugged you close as you two stood in the middle of the street. He cupped the back of you head , feeling ashamed that this is the only protection he could offer you.

You were brought inside, how or for how long, you did not know.

You were in the bath, your hair damp and your knees folded as Celeste poured water carefully to wash you. Her hand gently scrubbing your hair.

You clutched your hand tightly under the cloudy water. Your fingers digging into your palm in an attempt to erase the feel of the gun in them. Your eyes were stuck in that panicked gaze, your brain refusing to let go of that memory.

Your head snaps towards the door when you hear a shuffle, then a loud noise and the sound of someone walking up the creaky stairs. Celeste stands up when the door was pushed open revealing a mildly frantic Tommy. Celeste tries pushing him out and he walks past her completely

"Tommy stop!"

He paid no mind, stopping before the tub.

"What did you do?"

It's as if you're in a trance, you can see him and hear him but your tongue feels too heavy to lift. Your eyes dart all over his face.

"What did you do?" He repeats insistently, his hands cupping your face fervently "Tell me."

"I did not kill him" You whispered, your voice soft and hesitant. Your chest is heaving under the bath water.

"Who was he?" He asks, his breaths are shallow and his eyes are on you. As if he sees nothing else

"What?" You blink , confusion filling your features. Your brows furrow. "What do you mean 'who was he'?"

Tommy exhales through his nose

"The man you shot. Did you see his face?" He asks, his hands holding your face tightly and his thumbs rubbing over your skin non stop.

"He's the man you hired to watch me."

"How long has he been watching you?"

You could feel your heart physically fall into the deepest pit of your stomach. Your features fall with it. You turn to look at Celeste who's frozen in her place.

"Answer me" He's kneeling by the tub, the expensive fabric of his trousers dowsed in bath water.

"I don't-.. I don't know. A while. Since the engagement." You stammer, sitting up in the tub. The fact that you're naked in his presence doesn't even phase you out of your fear "I thought he was one of your men. Isn't he?"

He didn't speak, just staring into you almost breathlessly. He pulls you closer, hugging you tight. The water seeps into clothes and you stay frozen. Celeste stares at the scene speechlessly.

He pulls back, pressing his forehead to yours, his nose against yours and you could feel his breath washing over your lips.

Celeste closes the door, some commotion sounds but the moment remained stubbornly uninterrupted.

"Tommy..." You whisper. You were terrified, there was no denying that. Scared of the whole ordeal and now of what his words meant. You called out to him in fear, almost seeking forgiveness and comfort. "Isn't he?"

He swallowed, closing his eyes tightly. He leaned closer again and pressed his mouth against yours. His lips moved desperately with a flood of repressed emotions behind every twitch and move. His tongue and teeth clashed with yours, his fingers moving to tangle in your hair. He leaned back only to bury his face in your damp neck, beads of water slide off your strands and drop over his.

Your hand hesitantly moved to rest over his back, before clutching the fabric.

Silence dominated the rest of that night. Your family deciding to not dig a deeper hole and to stay away. Tommy’s demeanor was enough to deter them from any possible confrontation.

He sat in that chair in the corner of your room. Your hair now slightly damp, you were sitting on your bed.

It all felt so bizarre, truly. It feels as if you're staring at yourself and he from a different plane of existence. Your cotton nightgown was the victim of your constant fidgeting, the fabric wrinkly and fraying.

"Who was he?" You lick your lips for what felt like the hundredth time.

"I don't know." He answers. A cigarette was dangling from between his fingers, his jacket was discarded and tie was undone. He was in his vest.

Tommy's eyes found yours when you looked for them across the room. He could practically see every bristling hair on your body.

"I thought he was one of yours." You whisper, repeating yourself and he nods

"I know."

You look at him for a long moment

"How did you….?" You finally attempt to ask, because your mind has finally worked through the trance. If he didn't hire that man, then who else was watching her?.

"Your mother called." He answered and he could see your chest release an exhale

"Because of the gun?"

He nods once more.

Thomas's mind was running wild, it was a miracle he wasn't vibrating with every passing, haunting thought. Whoever hired that man was good, meticulous. He avoided Tommy completely and left no strings.

Tommy shifted on the chair at the realization of how absolutely fucking moronic it was to not have her house completely guarded the moment the engagement was announced. His eyes move back to yours again.

He puts out the cigarette and stands from the chair to head towards you. He stands right in front of you, cupping your face again. You try to turn your face away but he would not allow it, gently turning it back.

It all felt too suffocating. How infuriatingly attracted you are to him, how much your body responded to the mere sight of him and just how much your brain feared the thought of him. It's as if the supposed blood on his hands smeared on your skin. You looked up at him, because where else would you look? his presence seemed to consume your every sense. All you can smell is him, all you can feel is his looming figure, all you can see is his face.

His thumb rubs over your dried lips, and it took everything in you to not let out a sound at his touch. He gently pushed you back on the bed and leaned down, his mouth slotting over yours again and you surrender instantly , shamefully without a trace of resistance. He lays you back and you obey, he hovers over you. A hand cupping your face, the other drifting over your side and gently grabbing at your thigh. His tongue pushes in between your lips, licking but not as fervently as before. The room is warm , quiet and his weight brings a ridiculous amount of comfort to your fidgeting body.

He leans back on his haunches and the bed creaks under him, unbuttoning his vest as you stare up at him from the pillow, your pupils dilated and your pulse violently loud.

No words were spoken, it's almost like he could read your mind.

This wasn't how you thought it would go, but no complaints were falling out of you.

He sheds the vest and his shirt follows suit. Your fingers drift over his arm reverently , almost, with a featherlight touch before a hand gently rests over his chest.

He leans down again, licking and nipping at your neck. You drop your head back against the pillow and bite down on your lips. Your fingers inch to thread through his hair as his slides under your cotton nightgown.

He starts rutting against you slowly , he leans in and kisses you once more, this time more passionately. You can feel something hard pressing against your cunt. He pulls the nightgown up and over your head, you pull back to take it off , feeling all too smothering by each piece of clothing you had donned.

"Tommy, everyone’s here." You remind him , though with no sign of wanting him to stop. Not even the muffled sounds of your family was deterring you at the moment.

"Then we'll have to be quiet, hm?" He murmurs, his voice so raspy and deep, it made you breathe a little heavier. You nod and pull him back closer, his hand moves over the expanse of your legs before moving to give a fond squeeze over your ass. His mouth slides down your neck to your collarbones and chest, licking and kissing every inch he could, his hand coming up to squeeze a tit while his mouth busied itself with the other. His tongue wrapped around your nipple and sucking, it felt like the air was knocked out of you, you let out a small moan. Arching your back and pressing your tits right into him.

He kept his eyes on you in a manner that was too similar to a predator's. So sharp and so blue, they were almost startling. His mouth wrapped around the tit as he licked and sucked , he lets go to give the other nipple the same treatment, with his fingers toying and plucking at your slick nipple.

You let out a shaky moan. You're unable to take your eyes off of him, stuck on his every move. He lets go of your beasts and starts kissing a strip down your stomach to your knickers. His fingers ghost over the middle, now a darkened spot, he looks up with a faint smirk. His finger slides between your folds in a deliberate pace that has your lips parting

"Tommy..." You plead with a reluctant whine

"I know." He placates , licking his lips as he keeps the motion going.

He leans forward and presses a kiss against the damp spot and you all but collapse back at the pillow. That brief contact had you on the verge of cumming already. You could feel his smirk against the fabric. He has his tongue completely flat against spot now, licking a strip to your clothed clit. Your hand moved to clutch the sheet.

He blisses you with a modicum of mercy and slides your knickers down. They're thrown somewhere on the floor. His hands at your thighs push your legs open and he groans lowly at the sight.

You're completely soaked. You would be embarrassed if you could feel anything other than this burning need that haze you utterly focused on him. Is it because you hadn't been properly fucked in ages ? Or is this because it's the only thing that had you forgetting every fear that had you crippled?.

You felt your body light up in fire when you felt the hot slide of his tongue over your slit. You damn near jumped off the bed, your fingers disappeared into his hair and you tugged. A shaky moan escapes your mouth when he continues the torturous pace of his tongue, licking the slick fold. His mouth graces your swollen clit with a suck. Not as hard as you wished , but just enough to have you tugging on his hair again.

His nose was digging and rubbing as his drive increased, sucking and licking. His hand massaging your spread thighs. Moans and whimpers fall from your lips despite your best efforts. You look down and he's already looking at you, he leans back only slightly and parts your pussy lips apart. His lips and chin shiny with slick, he licks them clean. He sucks his finger briefly before slipping one in and you let out a loud moan in response.

"Fuck.." Your voice is desperate and whiny in an effort to keep it down.

He leans down and sucks at your clit again as his finger slide in and out, another one joins. The sounds are utterly obscene. Squelching and sucking sounds combined with your restrained breathless moans paint a totally wanton scene.

You can already feel the lava like heat collecting in your belly, your breaths grow more and more breathless and your body tense.

"Tommy... Please" You beg for that release. "Please please" Your voice is a weak whimper

He is too immersed too answer, to preoccupied with licking every drop , with sucking your clit until he can feel it throbbing and having his fingers hit that specific spongy soot that has your thighs now squeezing his face.

"Fuck! Shit" You squeal, unable to let out the scream you oh so wish to let out. Your fingers tug cruelly at his hair. Your body feels like a band pulled too tight, nearly folding in half.

His fingers move quicker and quicker with more and more precision. The slick dripping down his fingers while he sucks and licks.

And when you came , it was euphoric. Your vision almost went white as your body coiled tightly. Your covered your mouth as you let out a relieved sob. He continued his effort of licking the gushing slick , not stopping until he felt you go limp.

You tried to catch your breath, your whole body covered in q light sheen of sweat. He spreads your legs as he slots himself between them. Looking down at you.

You try to claw out of the haze of your orgasm. Your hand tugging on his belt, he smirks in response

"Are you sure you're up for it?" He murmurs in a raspy voice. His chin still shiny with your slick

You nod eagerly as you undo his belt, he watches in amusement but allows you to do it.

He unbuttons his pants and pulls them down along with his underpants. Your eyes are immediately drawn to his cock. Swollen and the tip is an angry red. God, the mere sight of it had you salivating. It was long with a decent thickness , it curved slightly to the side. You leaned up to kiss him again, your hand reaching to wrap around his length. He groans into your mouth and the sound made you feel another spark deep inside you. You squeeze and stroke carefully. His hand pushed yours gently back as he spits down on his own cock, stroking it before rubbing it against your slit in agonizingly slow.

His other hand cupped your face, making sure your eyes are on his as he slowly slides in.

"Fuck" He murmurs under his breath.

Your mouth falls open with a silent moan, your brows furrowing. He keeps his eyes intensely stuck on your every expression,

drinking it in.

He grunts softly under his breath, having to remind himself that he was in your family's home. He lifts your leg up and the angle change had you tossing your head back once more. The bed starts creaking as he begins his rhythm, the wooden headboard kissing the wall behind you with every thrust.

His lips were a hairbreadth away from yours, each soft groan of his was brushing over your lips. You tried to keep your voice down, you really did. But it all felt too much. He was filling you so perfectly , you could feel every inch, every vain, and every brush of his tip against that pesky spot. Desperate moans started escaping from you

"Shh..." He tried to remind you, albeit halfheartedly. The noises you made only fueled his pace. Slap after slap as his hips met yours in a passionate speed.

It was blissful. And you realize this is actually how you'd wanted it to be. Passionate, intimate. It felt like you were melting into him and him into you. His nose brushing against yours and his forehead pressed to yours. Your breaths mixing together. A hand slipped up, interlacing with yours against the sheets.

His pace started to become faster and faster, the bed frame all bed slamming into the wall. Your breaths and whimper becoming increasingly more desperate

"Yes yes yes!" You utter breathlessly , feverishly. "Oh god! Yess" You almost sob and clutch his hand tightly.

He's breathless too, pressing open mouth kisses against your lips. The groan that came out of him when you squeezed around him as you fell apart was too loud for his liking so he buried his face in your neck as he continued his mission.

Your moans become more and more akin to a whimper as his you fell his cock slamming repeatedly into you as you quake and shake around him. A few more squelchy thrusts and he pulls out just in time to spill all over your clenched stomach. You swallow and close your eyes. You were spent. The past few days were blurry and tiring, today was daunting and now this had your brain scrambled.

He tried to regain his breath, grabbing a towel you used to dry off to clean you up before lying next to you. You closed your eyes, trying to regain your bearings.

Fucking Thomas Shelby right now was not the brightest idea you’ve ever had. It seemed like everything that you thought was complicated is now completely confusing. All those odd and pesky feelings merging together into a potent mix of unnerving sensations. Fear, thrill, attraction, dread , anticipation— you couldn’t tell which was which. You rub your face and let out an exhale.

You can see him in your peripheral reaching for his cigarette case to light one up. He offers you one , with that same calm and collected expression. You shake your head no.

He was sat with his back against the bed frame. His eyes drifted back to you, finding you staring once again at that portrait with an absent look.

"Whose gun was it?"

His voice has you blinking a few times. You don't take your eyes off the painting

"My Da's." You mutter quietly. "He's had it hidden in a box."

His fingers twirl a strand of your hair absentmindedly

"Hm." Was his response.

"What now?" You ask the dreaded question.

"Now we wait." He says simply.

You close your eyes. It is all too tiring and you’re done fighting it. It feels like he's speaking in riddles , it somewhat irks you. You pull the covers over you and turn on your side.

He smokes for a while, and he watches you as you slowly surrender to sleep. He puts out the cigarette, turns off the light. He watched you for sometime until he himself started dozing off, on his back.

Breakfast was awkward. You were certain your family heard you yesterday, and by the look on your brother's face, you know it to be true.

When Tommy came down the stairs, you felt your body tense , anxious and embarrassed. He stands by the breakfast table.

"I decided on the wedding date." He says, looking at you across the table "Monday."

"The coming Monday?" Your mother's brow furrow "But that's three days from now"

"Monday." He confirms.

"Have I no say in this?" You honestly did not realize you were speaking out loud. Everyone moved their gazes to you

"Not this time" Tommy says before nodding towards the table and heading out.

You stand up too, running after him.

"Tommy!" You call out and he stops after a second and turns "What kind of plan is this?"

"I can't have you away from me anymore." The words should be intimate but his voice betrays no such emotion. "Three days. And then you'll be in Arrow house."

"That's absurd. No one can plan a wedding in three days." You laugh incredulously

"I don't care." He days simply, almost uninterested "I don't give a fuck if no one attends. We could do it in the cellar for all I care. The wedding will happen. In three days."

"But…” You try to speak but his blue eyes are so cold , they had you gulping back your words. You felt small and you detested it.

"You will not leave your house without me. You will not open any doors. You will not trust anyone except your family and me." He walked closer, his voice low and sharp "Do you understand?"

"Yes." You whisper, your eyes stuck on his.

"Good."

He says simply, turning back around and walking to his car.

You turned around and went back inside, your whole body still on edge.

You found Celeste looking at your with concern.

"You'll go through with it?" She asks nervously

"You heard him , I haven't any other choice." You say. Running your fingers through your hair. It truly felt that way, you were powerless. There was no other option, no way to turn or run. There was no escaping it and that thought had you shuddering with what felt like a million different feelings, the most dominant one being dread.

Tommy was also plagued, though he showed no obvious signs of it to you. His hand was tight on the steering wheel as he drove home. When he finally arrived , he pushed the doors open.

CW : Fem!reader. Mention of guns. Canon typical violence. Takes place between S4 and S5. Arranged marriage. Some canon divergence. Smut. MDNI. Fem!Reader.

Author's note : Hi everyone! Lol. I'm sorry for the long hiatus:) long story short, life came at me hard. But I'm back, hopefully with better material and definitely better grammer. Let me know what you think, it's my first time writing smut.

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The bullet dove into the pavement of the street. The man is nowhere to be seen.

Your ears were ringing so loud, you swore you were going deaf. Your heart was beating out of your chest painfully and your vision was spotting.

Your hand unclenched the gun , as if just realizing what it was holding and what you had done. Your eyes darting around.

Oliver ran after you, calling your name in panic.

"What were you thinking? Have you gone completely mad?" He yelled but he grabbed your shoulder to look you over. He whipped his head to look around for any trace of the man she almost shot , finding none.

He repeated your name over and over again but to no avail. Your panicked face was giving away no response other than utter fear. You lift a shaky hand, holding onto his shirt

"Ollie, I'm scared." You whisper, so sincerely. Your eyes are wide and full of tears as you look up.

Oliver's breath catches in his throat when he stares back at his sister , he can only see the same expression she'd have when she was too scared to sleep. Like a monster was out to get her, but this time he could not comfort her and tell her than there's nothing to fear because he knew it to not be true.

"I know." He responded, swallowing. He hugged you close as you two stood in the middle of the street. He cupped the back of you head , feeling ashamed that this is the only protection he could offer you.

You were brought inside, how or for how long, you did not know.

You were in the bath, your hair damp and your knees folded as Celeste poured water carefully to wash you. Her hand gently scrubbing your hair.

You clutched your hand tightly under the cloudy water. Your fingers digging into your palm in an attempt to erase the feel of the gun in them. Your eyes were stuck in that panicked gaze, your brain refusing to let go of that memory.

Your head snaps towards the door when you hear a shuffle, then a loud noise and the sound of someone walking up the creaky stairs. Celeste stands up when the door was pushed open revealing a mildly frantic Tommy. Celeste tries pushing him out and he walks past her completely

"Tommy stop!"

He paid no mind, stopping before the tub.

"What did you do?"

It's as if you're in a trance, you can see him and hear him but your tongue feels too heavy to lift. Your eyes dart all over his face.

"What did you do?" He repeats insistently, his hands cupping your face fervently "Tell me."

"I did not kill him" You whispered, your voice soft and hesitant. Your chest is heaving under the bath water.

"Who was he?" He asks, his breaths are shallow and his eyes are on you. As if he sees nothing else

"What?" You blink , confusion filling your features. Your brows furrow. "What do you mean 'who was he'?"

Tommy exhales through his nose

"The man you shot. Did you see his face?" He asks, his hands holding your face tightly and his thumbs rubbing over your skin non stop.

"He's the man you hired to watch me."

"How long has he been watching you?"

You could feel your heart physically fall into the deepest pit of your stomach. Your features fall with it. You turn to look at Celeste who's frozen in her place.

"Answer me" He's kneeling by the tub, the expensive fabric of his trousers dowsed in bath water.

"I don't-.. I don't know. A while. Since the engagement." You stammer, sitting up in the tub. The fact that you're naked in his presence doesn't even phase you out of your fear "I thought he was one of your men. Isn't he?"

He didn't speak, just staring into you almost breathlessly. He pulls you closer, hugging you tight. The water seeps into clothes and you stay frozen. Celeste stares at the scene speechlessly.

He pulls back, pressing his forehead to yours, his nose against yours and you could feel his breath washing over your lips.

Celeste closes the door, some commotion sounds but the moment remained stubbornly uninterrupted.

"Tommy..." You whisper. You were terrified, there was no denying that. Scared of the whole ordeal and now of what his words meant. You called out to him in fear, almost seeking forgiveness and comfort. "Isn't he?"

He swallowed, closing his eyes tightly. He leaned closer again and pressed his mouth against yours. His lips moved desperately with a flood of repressed emotions behind every twitch and move. His tongue and teeth clashed with yours, his fingers moving to tangle in your hair. He leaned back only to bury his face in your damp neck, beads of water slide off your strands and drop over his.

Your hand hesitantly moved to rest over his back, before clutching the fabric.

Silence dominated the rest of that night. Your family deciding to not dig a deeper hole and to stay away. Tommy’s demeanor was enough to deter them from any possible confrontation.

He sat in that chair in the corner of your room. Your hair now slightly damp, you were sitting on your bed.

It all felt so bizarre, truly. It feels as if you're staring at yourself and he from a different plane of existence. Your cotton nightgown was the victim of your constant fidgeting, the fabric wrinkly and fraying.

"Who was he?" You lick your lips for what felt like the hundredth time.

"I don't know." He answers. A cigarette was dangling from between his fingers, his jacket was discarded and tie was undone. He was in his vest.

Tommy's eyes found yours when you looked for them across the room. He could practically see every bristling hair on your body.

"I thought he was one of yours." You whisper, repeating yourself and he nods

"I know."

You look at him for a long moment

"How did you….?" You finally attempt to ask, because your mind has finally worked through the trance. If he didn't hire that man, then who else was watching her?.

"Your mother called." He answered and he could see your chest release an exhale

"Because of the gun?"

He nods once more.

Thomas's mind was running wild, it was a miracle he wasn't vibrating with every passing, haunting thought. Whoever hired that man was good, meticulous. He avoided Tommy completely and left no strings.

Tommy shifted on the chair at the realization of how absolutely fucking moronic it was to not have her house completely guarded the moment the engagement was announced. His eyes move back to yours again.

He puts out the cigarette and stands from the chair to head towards you. He stands right in front of you, cupping your face again. You try to turn your face away but he would not allow it, gently turning it back.

It all felt too suffocating. How infuriatingly attracted you are to him, how much your body responded to the mere sight of him and just how much your brain feared the thought of him. It's as if the supposed blood on his hands smeared on your skin. You looked up at him, because where else would you look? his presence seemed to consume your every sense. All you can smell is him, all you can feel is his looming figure, all you can see is his face.

His thumb rubs over your dried lips, and it took everything in you to not let out a sound at his touch. He gently pushed you back on the bed and leaned down, his mouth slotting over yours again and you surrender instantly , shamefully without a trace of resistance. He lays you back and you obey, he hovers over you. A hand cupping your face, the other drifting over your side and gently grabbing at your thigh. His tongue pushes in between your lips, licking but not as fervently as before. The room is warm , quiet and his weight brings a ridiculous amount of comfort to your fidgeting body.

He leans back on his haunches and the bed creaks under him, unbuttoning his vest as you stare up at him from the pillow, your pupils dilated and your pulse violently loud.

No words were spoken, it's almost like he could read your mind.

This wasn't how you thought it would go, but no complaints were falling out of you.

He sheds the vest and his shirt follows suit. Your fingers drift over his arm reverently , almost, with a featherlight touch before a hand gently rests over his chest.

He leans down again, licking and nipping at your neck. You drop your head back against the pillow and bite down on your lips. Your fingers inch to thread through his hair as his slides under your cotton nightgown.

He starts rutting against you slowly , he leans in and kisses you once more, this time more passionately. You can feel something hard pressing against your cunt. He pulls the nightgown up and over your head, you pull back to take it off , feeling all too smothering by each piece of clothing you had donned.

"Tommy, everyone’s here." You remind him , though with no sign of wanting him to stop. Not even the muffled sounds of your family was deterring you at the moment.

"Then we'll have to be quiet, hm?" He murmurs, his voice so raspy and deep, it made you breathe a little heavier. You nod and pull him back closer, his hand moves over the expanse of your legs before moving to give a fond squeeze over your ass. His mouth slides down your neck to your collarbones and chest, licking and kissing every inch he could, his hand coming up to squeeze a tit while his mouth busied itself with the other. His tongue wrapped around your nipple and sucking, it felt like the air was knocked out of you, you let out a small moan. Arching your back and pressing your tits right into him.

He kept his eyes on you in a manner that was too similar to a predator's. So sharp and so blue, they were almost startling. His mouth wrapped around the tit as he licked and sucked , he lets go to give the other nipple the same treatment, with his fingers toying and plucking at your slick nipple.

You let out a shaky moan. You're unable to take your eyes off of him, stuck on his every move. He lets go of your beasts and starts kissing a strip down your stomach to your knickers. His fingers ghost over the middle, now a darkened spot, he looks up with a faint smirk. His finger slides between your folds in a deliberate pace that has your lips parting

"Tommy..." You plead with a reluctant whine

"I know." He placates , licking his lips as he keeps the motion going.

He leans forward and presses a kiss against the damp spot and you all but collapse back at the pillow. That brief contact had you on the verge of cumming already. You could feel his smirk against the fabric. He has his tongue completely flat against spot now, licking a strip to your clothed clit. Your hand moved to clutch the sheet.

He blisses you with a modicum of mercy and slides your knickers down. They're thrown somewhere on the floor. His hands at your thighs push your legs open and he groans lowly at the sight.

You're completely soaked. You would be embarrassed if you could feel anything other than this burning need that haze you utterly focused on him. Is it because you hadn't been properly fucked in ages ? Or is this because it's the only thing that had you forgetting every fear that had you crippled?.

You felt your body light up in fire when you felt the hot slide of his tongue over your slit. You damn near jumped off the bed, your fingers disappeared into his hair and you tugged. A shaky moan escapes your mouth when he continues the torturous pace of his tongue, licking the slick fold. His mouth graces your swollen clit with a suck. Not as hard as you wished , but just enough to have you tugging on his hair again.

His nose was digging and rubbing as his drive increased, sucking and licking. His hand massaging your spread thighs. Moans and whimpers fall from your lips despite your best efforts. You look down and he's already looking at you, he leans back only slightly and parts your pussy lips apart. His lips and chin shiny with slick, he licks them clean. He sucks his finger briefly before slipping one in and you let out a loud moan in response.

"Fuck.." Your voice is desperate and whiny in an effort to keep it down.

He leans down and sucks at your clit again as his finger slide in and out, another one joins. The sounds are utterly obscene. Squelching and sucking sounds combined with your restrained breathless moans paint a totally wanton scene.

You can already feel the lava like heat collecting in your belly, your breaths grow more and more breathless and your body tense.

"Tommy... Please" You beg for that release. "Please please" Your voice is a weak whimper

He is too immersed too answer, to preoccupied with licking every drop , with sucking your clit until he can feel it throbbing and having his fingers hit that specific spongy soot that has your thighs now squeezing his face.

"Fuck! Shit" You squeal, unable to let out the scream you oh so wish to let out. Your fingers tug cruelly at his hair. Your body feels like a band pulled too tight, nearly folding in half.

His fingers move quicker and quicker with more and more precision. The slick dripping down his fingers while he sucks and licks.

And when you came , it was euphoric. Your vision almost went white as your body coiled tightly. Your covered your mouth as you let out a relieved sob. He continued his effort of licking the gushing slick , not stopping until he felt you go limp.

You tried to catch your breath, your whole body covered in q light sheen of sweat. He spreads your legs as he slots himself between them. Looking down at you.

You try to claw out of the haze of your orgasm. Your hand tugging on his belt, he smirks in response

"Are you sure you're up for it?" He murmurs in a raspy voice. His chin still shiny with your slick

You nod eagerly as you undo his belt, he watches in amusement but allows you to do it.

He unbuttons his pants and pulls them down along with his underpants. Your eyes are immediately drawn to his cock. Swollen and the tip is an angry red. God, the mere sight of it had you salivating. It was long with a decent thickness , it curved slightly to the side. You leaned up to kiss him again, your hand reaching to wrap around his length. He groans into your mouth and the sound made you feel another spark deep inside you. You squeeze and stroke carefully. His hand pushed yours gently back as he spits down on his own cock, stroking it before rubbing it against your slit in agonizingly slow.

His other hand cupped your face, making sure your eyes are on his as he slowly slides in.

"Fuck" He murmurs under his breath.

Your mouth falls open with a silent moan, your brows furrowing. He keeps his eyes intensely stuck on your every expression,

drinking it in.

He grunts softly under his breath, having to remind himself that he was in your family's home. He lifts your leg up and the angle change had you tossing your head back once more. The bed starts creaking as he begins his rhythm, the wooden headboard kissing the wall behind you with every thrust.

His lips were a hairbreadth away from yours, each soft groan of his was brushing over your lips. You tried to keep your voice down, you really did. But it all felt too much. He was filling you so perfectly , you could feel every inch, every vain, and every brush of his tip against that pesky spot. Desperate moans started escaping from you

"Shh..." He tried to remind you, albeit halfheartedly. The noises you made only fueled his pace. Slap after slap as his hips met yours in a passionate speed.

It was blissful. And you realize this is actually how you'd wanted it to be. Passionate, intimate. It felt like you were melting into him and him into you. His nose brushing against yours and his forehead pressed to yours. Your breaths mixing together. A hand slipped up, interlacing with yours against the sheets.

His pace started to become faster and faster, the bed frame all bed slamming into the wall. Your breaths and whimper becoming increasingly more desperate

"Yes yes yes!" You utter breathlessly , feverishly. "Oh god! Yess" You almost sob and clutch his hand tightly.

He's breathless too, pressing open mouth kisses against your lips. The groan that came out of him when you squeezed around him as you fell apart was too loud for his liking so he buried his face in your neck as he continued his mission.

Your moans become more and more akin to a whimper as his you fell his cock slamming repeatedly into you as you quake and shake around him. A few more squelchy thrusts and he pulls out just in time to spill all over your clenched stomach. You swallow and close your eyes. You were spent. The past few days were blurry and tiring, today was daunting and now this had your brain scrambled.

He tried to regain his breath, grabbing a towel you used to dry off to clean you up before lying next to you. You closed your eyes, trying to regain your bearings.

Fucking Thomas Shelby right now was not the brightest idea you’ve ever had. It seemed like everything that you thought was complicated is now completely confusing. All those odd and pesky feelings merging together into a potent mix of unnerving sensations. Fear, thrill, attraction, dread , anticipation— you couldn’t tell which was which. You rub your face and let out an exhale.

You can see him in your peripheral reaching for his cigarette case to light one up. He offers you one , with that same calm and collected expression. You shake your head no.

He was sat with his back against the bed frame. His eyes drifted back to you, finding you staring once again at that portrait with an absent look.

"Whose gun was it?"

His voice has you blinking a few times. You don't take your eyes off the painting

"My Da's." You mutter quietly. "He's had it hidden in a box."

His fingers twirl a strand of your hair absentmindedly

"Hm." Was his response.

"What now?" You ask the dreaded question.

"Now we wait." He says simply.

You close your eyes. It is all too tiring and you’re done fighting it. It feels like he's speaking in riddles , it somewhat irks you. You pull the covers over you and turn on your side.

He smokes for a while, and he watches you as you slowly surrender to sleep. He puts out the cigarette, turns off the light. He watched you for sometime until he himself started dozing off, on his back.

Breakfast was awkward. You were certain your family heard you yesterday, and by the look on your brother's face, you know it to be true.

When Tommy came down the stairs, you felt your body tense , anxious and embarrassed. He stands by the breakfast table.

"I decided on the wedding date." He says, looking at you across the table "Monday."

"The coming Monday?" Your mother's brow furrow "But that's three days from now"

"Monday." He confirms.

"Have I no say in this?" You honestly did not realize you were speaking out loud. Everyone moved their gazes to you

"Not this time" Tommy says before nodding towards the table and heading out.

You stand up too, running after him.

"Tommy!" You call out and he stops after a second and turns "What kind of plan is this?"

"I can't have you away from me anymore." The words should be intimate but his voice betrays no such emotion. "Three days. And then you'll be in Arrow house."

"That's absurd. No one can plan a wedding in three days." You laugh incredulously

"I don't care." He days simply, almost uninterested "I don't give a fuck if no one attends. We could do it in the cellar for all I care. The wedding will happen. In three days."

"But…” You try to speak but his blue eyes are so cold , they had you gulping back your words. You felt small and you detested it.

"You will not leave your house without me. You will not open any doors. You will not trust anyone except your family and me." He walked closer, his voice low and sharp "Do you understand?"

"Yes." You whisper, your eyes stuck on his.

"Good."

He says simply, turning back around and walking to his car.

You turned around and went back inside, your whole body still on edge.

You found Celeste looking at your with concern.

"You'll go through with it?" She asks nervously

"You heard him , I haven't any other choice." You say. Running your fingers through your hair. It truly felt that way, you were powerless. There was no other option, no way to turn or run. There was no escaping it and that thought had you shuddering with what felt like a million different feelings, the most dominant one being dread.

Tommy was also plagued, though he showed no obvious signs of it to you. His hand was tight on the steering wheel as he drove home. When he finally arrived , he pushed the doors open.

ᝰ Masterlists

Tommy Shelby masterlist  | @runnning-outof-time

Masterlist | @nineteenninety-six

Masterlist | @wouldpollyapprove

Masterlist | @fandoms-writings

Masterlist | @shelby-love

Masterlist | @bonniebird

Main Masterlist | @garrison-girl-08

Masterlist | @themultifandomgal

MASTERLIST | @oddaodd

THOMAS SHELBY FIC RECS PART 2 | @outoftheseine

Tommy Shelby Master list | @look-at-the-soul

thomas shelby fic recs | @baddestbittyontheblock

Thomas Shelby Masterlist | @pherelesytsia

ᝰ Series

Hopelessly Devoted (Masterlist) | @brummiereader

Unchained Melody (Masterlist) | @/brummiereader

Chronological Masterlist | @sneakyblinders

A man with a reputation; masterlist | @kadwrites

Girl Dad (Mini-Series) — Masterlist | @/runnning-outof-time

ᝰ Oneshots

Arranged | @padfootdaredmetoo

Step by step | @peakyswritings

your husband took a bullet for Tommy to save him during the war and he made him promise to look after you and your child. Will he keep that promise?

On A Gathering Storm | @toms-cherry-trees

You are the only one who could help

angel eyes  | @sadpoemsandsteverogers

Sweet Creature | @sinfulshelbys

Tommy wasn’t suppose to love you and you weren’t supposed to love him – but love has a funny way of showing up when you least expect it.

‘You’re Worth More’ | @ijustwant2write

(Y/N) comes to realise that she has lost her very expensive engagement ring. In a panic, she goes on a wild scavenger hunt, scared of what Tommy may think.

Business | @/fandoms-writings

a promise i won’t break. | @justauthoring

Tommy x reader with Mosley. Where he is obsessed with Tommy’s wife. And tries to make a move on her

Flowers For Lunch | @/wouldpollyapprove

Concerned that his wife has yet to keep him company when he arrives home, Tommy searches the house to find her curled up in bed due to her period. Being the good husband that he is, he takes care of her and hears all about how his horses ruined her flowers, something he saw coming.

Churchgoer | @collecting-stories

imagine with Tommy where the reader is the daughter of a really religious family, yet she’s the scandal of the family and she also sneaks around with Tommy and everyone knows but her family.

A Wedding After All | @acewritesfics

Pregnant!Reader

Mine | @lolitastories

The Same Situation | @/runnning-outof-time

Tommy's so worried about Freddie Thorne being with his sister, Ada, that he doesn't even realize that he himself is in just about the same situation with Freddie's sister, (Y/N). What happens when Freddie finds out that the same thing is happening on the flip side of it all?

“Darling” | @/runnning-outof-time

Tommy and (Y/N) have a lot of explaining to do to the rest of the family when Tommy lets a term of endearment he doesn't normally use slip one night at the Garrison.

Never Tired For You | @/runnning-outof-time

(Y/N) finds Tommy laying on the couch and immediately thinks the worst…he couldn’t just be laying down, right?

Lady In Red | @/garrison-girl-08

A Gentle Warning | @/garrison-girl-08

Dream a Dream | @cas-kingdom

You’ve never met your mother, yet she still appears in your dreams. Tommy’s starting to wonder how much of her visits are real.

“Not Everything Happen As Planned” | @yyosemite

A hook up, it ends up in something unplanned.

Contradictions | @watery-lane

Human psychology has never been a mystery for him. Until she came around.

The Shirt | @tinyyzz

Dating Tommy Shelby Would Include… | @bowieandqueen11

Hesitation | @/oddaodd

Tommy Shelby is hesitant to be happy about his wife being pregnant

A Conjured Up Death Wish | @/oddaodd

Y/n begins to worry about how much damage Grace’s ghost can cause.

Concern in Painting | @/oddaodd

Tommy Shelby snaps at his wife´s concern

Loyalty | @vostokovasmelina

It’s Ok, I’m Right Here | @spacial-girl

Overprotective | @mistersshelby

back to me | @shelbylimiited-blog

“Is that blood on your collar?” | @/nineteenninety-six

A Tragic Birthday | @/nineteenninety-six

Ruthless | @lavender-romancer

Your marriage with Tommy is breaking

Comforter | @/lavender-romancer

Tommy adores when you stroke his head 

Manhunt | @fandom-puff

Charlie, Mommy and Daddy, part 02 | @peakywitch

Tommy isn’t over Grace, but still is married to the woman who loves him more than anything. When she finds out, the dispute over who is more a parent to Charlie begins, leving a marriage in pieces.

who did this  | @imaginemegood

Y/N comes home beaten and bruised, and Tommy isn’t having it

Terrible Two’s: | @moral-turpitudes

Y/n takes care of Charlie as her husband Tommy is off for the day on business, making her question her sanity and their future as a family.

The Doe Eyed Woman | @anythingwriter

Grace doesn’t understand why Tommy won’t give her the time of the day, but when she sees a beautiful doe eyed woman comforting Tommy she’s even more confused. So she decides to ask Harry who the mysteriously beautiful woman is.

The four times you told Tommy you love him and the one time he told you | @koressecretidentity

All The Things We Said | @geekandbooknerd

Family bonds | @copinghex

After a hurtful comment at a fundraising event, you wonder what really bonds Tommy to your child.

Business and dates | @princessofmarvel

when grace leaves, it leaves the shelbys with a heartbroken thomas. polly takes this as an opportunity to get him with the girl she’s always wanted him with

DANCE WITH ME, SHELBY | @vervainandspritz

Good Taste | @awritesthings1

You get made fun of for wearing your sapphire necklace to the foundation dinner. Tommy always finds a way to make things better.

All The Things We Don’t Say | @/awritesthings1

An anthology of your life with Tommy, from friends to strangers to lovers, and all the little moments in between.

Midnight Interlude | @/awritesthings1

You try to convince Tommy, your husband, to come back to sleep.

Happy wife, Happy life | @evita-shelby

Or Tommy gets drunk and assumes his wife is someone else so he sleeps on the floor instead

The Wicked Mrs. Shelby | @/evita-shelby

Shattered | @earlgreydream

I Love You Always Forever | @cupidbread

After the Storm, the Sun | @call-sign-shark

Of Bending and Breaking  | @/call-sign-shark

Sleepless Nights | @corrupte3d-mindz

Thomas cares for his wife.

Forever a Shelby | @corrupte3d-mindz

Thomas and you get married.

Don’t Be Late | @dandelionprints

When Tommy makes a promise to his wife he could never imagine that breaking it could potentially cost Y/N her life.

The Ring | @anotherblinder

(Y/n) Shelby loses her ring and Thomas helps find it

Little You-s and I-s | @multific

You and Tommy deal with the changes that come with your pregnancy.

The Layers of Thomas Shelby - Frozen Fear  | @theonewiththefanfics

Fear was an emotion Tommy elicited in others. He never thought he’d feel it himself. Not like that. Never like that…

Wife reader | @little-diable

Tommy will always do what his wife asks of him, especially when he needs a few calm moments himself.