duckybird101

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Sinful Lust

Pairing - Thomas Shelby and Reader

Warnings- Sexual content, swearing, violence. 18+

Would love to hear your thoughts on this fic!

You stood in front of the floor-length mirror, scrutinizing every detail of your dress. Anticipation had been building all week for this moment, but now a flicker of doubt crept in. As you questioned whether it was the perfect choice.

It clung to every curve, exposing just enough of your full cleavage. It made you feel sexy, but was it too much? Feeling a pair of eyes on you, you turned from the mirror to find your boyfriend smoking in the doorway. As he let his gaze drift across your body, he spun on his heel and called over his shoulder, "Let's go."

Feeling deflated at his lack of appraisal, you tottered after him in your heels, already wishing the night was over.

With his hand on the small of your back, you were guided through the bar, pausing every so often while he shook hands with his friends. You stood beside him, smiling when you needed to, remaining quiet and letting him do the talking.

"Sit, I will get us a drink," he ordered, wandering off to the bar, leaving you alone once again. Sighing, you checked your reflection in your compact mirror before glancing around the crowded room, your eyes finally landing on him.

Tommy Shelby. Feeling your heart rate quicken, you boldly held his gaze. Who would be the first to look away? If your boyfriend caught you, so much as making eye contact with his boss…. Well, it made you shudder to think what he would do.

As you heard the faint clink of a glass being carefully placed in front of you, you swiftly looked up to meet Joe's gaze. Leaning in close, he rested his hand on your elbow. To an outsider it would appear as a reassuring and comforting gesture. But no.

Gripping tightly, his eyes darkened, “Don’t be getting pissed tonight,” he growled in your ear. “You fucking show me up once… I swear to god…”

Nodding, you swallowed hard as you noticed Tommy making his way over. You tried to keep your gaze fixed on your glass, but you could feel your heart racing, causing your chest to rise and fall gently. “Joey,” Tommy announced, “You made it, ey,” His strong hand landed on your boyfriend’s shoulder. Long fingers gripping onto him.

“Course I did, wouldn’t miss John Boy’s birthday,” he smiled back at Tommy, shaking his hand.

“Y/n,” Tommy spoke, his full attention on you, “You look beautiful,” Leaning over Joe he bent, softly kissing your cheek. “Really stunning,” he whispered.

Seeing Joe’s eyes darken, you sat back in your chair. “Thank you,”

“Go and say hello to Polly, now,” Joe ordered you, standing up you obeyed. Slipping between them both.

“Everything alright?” Tommy asked Joe, once you left them alone. His gaze follows you across the room. Fuck …

"Yeah, fine. What do you mean?" Joe asked defensively.

Tommy, concerned about the interaction, questioned, "Are you two arguing?" He didn't like the way Joe spoke to you. He felt like squeezing his hands around his throat. Then smashing his head off the table. “You know women Tom, never do as they are told,” Joe laughed, though Tommy didn’t find it funny.

After spending time with Polly, you approached Joe. He was now standing alone, ordering more drinks. He had only got you one so far, and you didn’t have any of your own money. Gently resting your hand on his arm, you plastered on a smile. “Did you order me one?” You sweetly asked, eyelashes fluttering.

“No, will get you one next round. Thought you were sitting with the women?” He questioned, “I’m talking business, you know how it is. Wait here while I go for a piss,”

Resisting the temptation to gulp down his whiskey, you leant against the bar and found yourself facing a pair of piercing blue eyes.

“Drink for the lady,” Tommy winked, handing you a glass of champagne. Sensing your hesitation, Tommy thrust it into your hand. “It’s a party, Y/n, relax,”

Downing the glass, you placed it back onto the bar. “Thanks, Mr Shelby,” you smiled, checking Joe was out of earshot.

“Mr. Shelby?” He grinned, taking a step closer, sure he could smell your perfume. Observing your smooth skin, glistening in the lamplight. Hmm, he would love to bite that neck. "Very formal, Y/n,"

"What should I call you?" you asked, your eyes drifting across his prominent features. Thoughts of Joe long forgotten, time seemed to slow. Feeling like there was only yourself and Tommy in the room. Wishing it was...

"What would you like to call me, ey sweetheart?" his tongue flitted across his lips, moving ever closer. His breath fanning against your collar bone. "Would you like to fuck me, Y/n?"

Feeling your throat drying out, you sucked your bottom lip between your teeth. "Yes," was your honest answer, gaining a smirk from Thomas. Seeing Joe approach you took a step back.

By midnight, there was only yourself, Tommy and Joe left. The barmaid cleaning up around you. Joe was wasted now, but more relaxed. Actually letting you sit with him, and join in with conversation. His hands wandering along your leg, under your dress. Gripping your chin, he kissed you harshly.

Hearing Tommy clear his throat, he stood up, reaching for his jacket. Pulling away, Joe grinned up at him. "Where you going Tom? It's too early for the party to end, come back to ours, we will have our own special party?" Helping you up, Joe smacked your ass, laughing loudly.

"Sure you would like that, wouldn't you, Y/n?" your boyfriend asked. "Bet you're horny now, hmm? She loves a good fucking, Tom," Grabbing your breast, he kissed you again.

"I will leave you both to it," Tommy stated, Joe was getting on his last nerve now.

Scoffing, Joe stepped closer to Tommy. "You think I haven't noticed, the way you both look at each other?" You stood before them both, hands shaking, wondering which way this was going to go. "You want to fuck my girl? That's fine, but I watch,"

Tommy frowned shaking his head, thinking Joe had lost his mind. "Listen Joe..." he began, before Joe held his hand up, cutting him off.

"Tell him, Y/n, tell him what you want," Joe ordered. Was this a test? Would Joe turn on you? With both men staring at you, you nodded, picking up your bag. This was the only way, you were going to get why you wanted.

"I want you, Tommy," you cooed, standing before him.

Eventually making it back to your house, it was just the three of you in your shared room. Joe sitting legs wide open, a bottle of whiskey in hand. Ready to watch, ready to observe another man fucking you. It wasn't the first time, you had agreed to do this with him.

He loved to watch other men use you, then he would take over.

You hoped Tommy wouldn't hurt you, like Joe did. Hoped he wouldn't be too rough, you were mentally bracing yourself for what was about to come. No doubt Joe would encourage him, to push you as far as he could.

Stood before you, Tommy let his knuckles brush over your cheek. Goosebumps appearing on your skin. His touch ever so feather like. Leaning closer, his lips brushed against yours. One hand on your waist, as his other followed the path of your spine. So sensual...

Lips meeting, he began to kiss you, small, gentle pecks, before the passion built. Tongues moving in sync, his hands holding your face. Already feeling the blood rush to your core.

"Strip her off," Joe bellowed, sucking on his cigarette.

"Say stop, I stop," Tommy whispered, unzipping your dress. Desperate to bury himself inside of you, but aware of Joe being there. This felt wrong, but fuck.... he wanted you soo much.

"It's ok," you answered, your dress falling to the floor. Tommy licking his lips at the sight of your body, undoing your Basque. Letting your breasts fall, his pupils wide with desire. Thumbs brushing your nipples, making them erect.

Dropping to his knees, he pulled your panties along your legs. Face right in front of your core, "Fuck yeah, give it to her Tommy," Joe laughed. Although exposed, you felt comfortable with him.

"So beautiful," he praised, pressing kisses along your thighs, holding onto your waist.

"Lick her pussy," Joe ordered, "She tastes so sweet," Joe was now stroking himself over his trousers.

Guiding you to lay on the bed, Tommy spread your legs wide. Before pausing .... was that? When he met your eyes, you looked away, ashamed. A row of cigarette burns, lined your left inner thigh. Holding your right hand in his, he squeezed reassuringly. Before gently kissing the marks.

"Clumsy, aren't you baby?" Joe asked, standing over you, before pulling your left nipple roughly. "She's something else, isn't she Tom?"

"So sexy," Tommy answered, before burying his head inside of your folds, his tongue licking a stripe. Instantly, making you throw your head back in pleasure.

"Oh yeah," you moaned, his tongue flickering across your clit. "Hmmm,"

Feeling you respond to his touch, Tommy felt his cock strain against his trousers begging to be freed. Gently easing a finger inside of you, your walls clamped against him. Lips covering your swollen bud, as he sucked gently. His finger sliding in and out.

"Oh god," you gasped, legs falling open even wider. Uncaring what Joe was thinking. This man was going to make you cum so fast.

"You gonna cum for me, Y/n?" Tommy asked, eyes meeting yours. Joe now pumping his cock in his hand. You getting turned on, making him want to blow his load.

"Yes please, please Tommy," you pleaded, back arching again, as he sucked harshly on your clit. Two fingers curling inside of your pussy. Tapping... tapping.... tapping your g-spot.

"Don't stop....don't stop," you begged, grabbing his hair.

"Jesus, Y/n," Joe groaned, standing over you, getting himself off. "Cum in his mouth,"

Looking back up at you, his tongue flicked harshly over your clit. Making you see stars, applying just the right amount of pressure. "Yes... ah...ah..." Your whole body shook, as your orgasm convulsed through your body.

Soaking the bed, had you ever been so wet?!!

"Open your mouth," Joe ordered, as you tried to recover. Obeying he came on your face, squirting his seed into your mouth, coating your chin. "Fuck yeah," he growled.

Grabbing an item of clothing, Tommy handed it to you to clean your face. "Lick me clean," Joe ordered, grabbing your head. Forcing his cock into your mouth. “Yeah bitch, clean me up," Holding the back of your head, he made you gag. Eyes watering.

A pleading look in your eyes, for him to stop. Struggling to breathe. Choking on his cock.

"My turn," Tommy warned Joe, squeezing his shoulder. Releasing your head, you gasped for air. "Get her a drink, eh?"

With a huff, Joe moved away handing you the whiskey. Swilling it around your mouth, you swallowed harshly. Wiping your eyes, humiliated. "Come on, Y/n," Joe warned you. Tommy now naked, his cock springing to attention. "Give him one of your best,"

Licking along his shaft, you slowly took Tommy's cock into your mouth. Keeping eye contact with him, feeling his cock twitch in your warm mouth. He was bigger than Joe, and clearly knew how to please a woman.

Watching you suck his boss, Joe was getting hard again. He was going to fuck you so rough, you wouldn't be able to walk tomorrow. Just how you liked it.

"Fuck... feels so good, I just need to be inside of you," Tommy groaned, taking your hand to pull you back towards him. Wiping his pre-cum from your mouth. "You ok?"

Nodding, you scooted backwards, drawing him along. For months, this moment had plagued your dreams. Every instance spent with Joe, was shadowed by a longing for Tommy. A need for him.

Hovering over you, you wrapped your legs around him. "Fuck me, Tommy," you asked.

"Fucking dirty girl," Joe laughed, ready to take his turn and fuck you now.

Running his cock through your folds, Tommy tapped it against your clit. Before letting his foreskin, slip inside of you, then gently pull out. Teasing you, letting the pressure build. "So wet again, fuck..."

Slipping slowly inside of you, you pulled your hips towards him, letting out a loud moan as he filled you.

"Ah Tommy," you gasped, wanting him to move. Lips brushing over yours, he kissed you softly. Beginning to pump in and out of you. Holding your right hand above your head in his, rolling his hips into you, walls quivering.

"Fucking perfect," Tommy praised kissing you deeply again, juices spilling onto his cock.

Thrusting harshly, you felt you walls pulsating. About to cum again, all over him. You were meant to fuck this man, he knew just how to touch you.

"Move over Tom," Joe ordered, his face full of anger. "I will show you how she likes it,"

Your heart sank, as Tommy pulled out of you. "Don't worry baby, I'm back where I belong," Joe laughed, thrusting into you with one movement. You braced yourself. Roughly pulling your leg, he hooked it over his shoulder.

Bending forward, he landed a harsh slap on your face.

"Tell me how you like it," he growled, slapping the other side of your face, even harder. Tears filling your eyes, "Tell me,"

"Oi, don't fucking hit her," Tommy warned, he would never hit a woman, he could see how scared you were. How hard he was pounding into you.

Releasing your leg, Joe wrapped his hands around your throat.

“She fucking likes it like this, stay the fuck out of it, Tommy," Grunting and groaning, he squeezed harder and harder, your face going red. Hands trying to pull against his arms. He loved to play these sadistic games. See when you would pass out.

"Joe enough," Tommy warned, his voice loud, as your eyes fell shut. Joe pushing further and further onto your throat. His whole weight on top of you. Crushing you.

"Fucking let go," Grabbing Joe, Tommy tried to pull him off. His anger rising.

"Fuck off, Tommy," He warned, applying more pressure. So close to cuming inside of you. You'd finally gone quiet and stopped struggling. Thank fuck, he hated it when you whined and moaned.

"Get the fuck off her," Tommy roared, launching Joe off the bed. Seeing you laying unresponsive, fuck.... "You fucking psycho!"

"Y/n?" Tommy asked, shaking your shoulder, "Y/n?" he tried louder, willing you to wake up. Lifting your hand, to feel for a pulse, but it was floppy.

"Fuck...fuck...." Tommy panicked, "Y/n, wake up, wake up," Grabbing you, he lifted your head, which lulled to the side. Skin pale and clammy. "Get a fucking ambulance!!"

Standing up, Joe caught his breath, “Too fucking late, she’s gone,” He stated, without a flicker of emotion…

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7 months ago

'The other side of the door'

Not outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader

summary: Joel is giving you the silent treatment until you come back home hurt, and he wasn't there.

w.c: idk.

warnings: angst, miscommunication, mentions of a broken arm, fluff.

a/n: this is me after having an outburst about not writing again. If this flops I will have another one and I'll take a break forever. Reblogs and comments are always appreciated 💌

dividers by: @/saradika-graphics

It was 2 a.m., and you were sobbing on the cold bathroom floor like a little girl, asking for her mother to kiss the tears away. The pain on your now broken arm was unbearable, but the stillness in your heart was worse, enveloped in a shirt that belonged to your brother-in-law instead of your boyfriend because he didn’t pick up the phone after the officers called him.

Instead, Tommy picked you up, rushing to you the moment he saw you by the ambulance with a sling around your left side and a bandage on your forehead.

“Oh my god! Are you okay? Where is Joel?” He said something, touching your face for some sort of answer, but you stopped listening to him after Joel’s name was mentioned.

“I don’t know where Joel is.” You said it monotonously.

Tommy's face paled as he realized the gravity of the situation. "It's going to be alright; we'll find him," he said, though his voice trembled with uncertainty.

“He didn’t pick up the phone,” you said again. “He hasn’t talked to me in a week, Tommy.”

“My brother can be grumpy sometimes; you know him,” he said, trying to find a way to make you smile, but you felt just ashamed.

You didn’t mean to be hit by a car on the on the way home, but everything happened so fast, and your mind was everywhere but focused on the road ahead of you.

“What if I call him?” he offered.

“He turned off the phone after my call,” you said, standing up slowly with the help of the paramedic.

Tommy helped you into the backseat of his truck, making sure you were secure before he slid into the driver’s seat. The drive to your house was quiet, save for your occasional wince of pain and Tommy’s sighs of worry. He kept glancing at you through the rearview mirror, his concern evident.

Once home, Tommy guided you inside, supporting your weight gently. He settled you on the couch and handed you a glass of water. "You need to rest," he said softly. "I’m sure you both will figure this out in the morning."

You nodded weakly, too exhausted to argue. The pain in your arm was a constant reminder of the accident, but the ache in your heart was a dull, persistent throb. You clutched Joel’s shirt tighter around you, its familiar scent providing a small comfort.

“Do you want me to stay here and beat him once he arrives?” He asked jokingly, making you smile for a mere second.

“No, I don’t think that’s necessary,” you said, managing a weak smile despite the situation. “But thank you, Tommy.”

He chuckled softly, sitting down beside you. “I just want to make sure you’re okay. Joel can be stubborn, but he loves you. I’m sure he’ll come around.”

You leaned your head back, closing your eyes for a moment. The exhaustion was overwhelming, but sleep was still a distant hope.

Tommy stayed with you for a little while longer, making sure you were comfortable. He adjusted the pillows around you and tucked the blanket more securely. "You should get some sleep," he said gently. "I'll stay until you do."

You nodded, too tired to argue, but you couldn't shake the feeling of emptiness. You tried to focus on the comforting presence of Tommy, the warmth of Joel's shirt, and the hope that things would be better in the morning.

Eventually, Tommy rose from the couch. "I'm going to head out now. You can call me if you need anything, okay?"

You managed a small nod. "Thanks, Tommy. I really appreciate it."

He gave you a reassuring smile, though the worry never left his eyes. "Get some rest. We’ll figure everything out in the morning." He squeezed your shoulder gently before heading to the door.

You listened to the sound of the door closing and the silence that followed. The house felt impossibly quiet and empty. The weight of the evening pressed down on you, and tears welled up in your eyes again.

There was Joel’s shirt on the couch, and you clutched it tighter with your left arm, breathing in the faint scent of him. The memories of the accident replayed in your mind—the screeching tires, the impact, the confusion. But what hurt the most was Joel’s absence, his phone turned off, and the uncertainty of where he was or why he hadn’t answered.

You stood up, walking upstairs towards your and Joel’s bedroom, but instead of lying on the bed, you walked to the bathroom, closing the door behind you, and slid down, sitting on the floor. Tears began to flow down your cheeks.

Joel wasn't home. Now that you needed him, he was out somewhere, still avoiding you.

You sat on the cold bathroom floor, your back against the door, and let the tears flow freely. The pain in your arm was nothing compared to the ache in your heart. You felt abandoned, hurt, and utterly alone.

As the minutes passed, you lost track of time, consumed by the overwhelming sadness. The sound of your sobs echoed off the tiled walls, and you didn’t hear the faint sound of a key turning in the front door or the footsteps on the stairs.

Joel moved through the house with a growing sense of urgency, the emptiness and silence amplifying his fear. It wasn't until he stepped inside the bedroom that he heard you wiping from the bedroom.

Gently, he opened the door and saw you sitting on the cold floor, clutching to your own arm and sobbing uncontrollably. The sight broke his heart, and he immediately kneeled beside you, his presence startling you from your sorrow.

"Go." You whispered, ashamed of yourself for being hurt and crying.

"What the hell happened?" He asked softly, ignoring your pleading. He didn’t understand why you were this hurt when, in the morning, you were perfectly fine.

"What the hell happened?" he asked softly, ignoring your plea. He didn’t understand why you were this hurt when, in the morning, you were perfectly fine.

"Now you want to talk?" you asked, standing up carefully and using the wall for support.

Joel reached out to steady you, his touch gentle but firm. "Please, just tell me what happened," he said, his voice filled with concern.

You took a deep breath, trying to steady your emotions. "I was hit by a car on my way home. It happened so fast, and I was so scared. The officers called you, but you didn't answer. Tommy came instead."

Joel's face paled, his eyes widening with shock and guilt. "I had no idea. My phone died, and I was out of town.”

You could see the sincerity in his eyes, but the hurt and anger you felt couldn’t be ignored. "You haven't talked to me in a week, Joel. I needed you, and you weren't there."

Joel's shoulders slumped, and he looked down, his voice barely above a whisper. "I know. I’ve been a fool, and I’m so sorry. I let my pride get in the way, and I hurt you because of it. Please, let me make it right."

You looked at him, and the regret was evident on his face. It mirrored your own feelings, and slowly, the anger began to melt away, replaced by a longing for things to be better. "I just needed you," you repeated, your voice trembling.

Joel took a step closer, his eyes filled with tears. "I'm here now. I promise, I’ll never let you down again.”

"You didn't seem to care about me for the last week, Joel."

"Lo—"

"Don't you dare call me that now. I'm mad at you," you interrupted, your eyes flashing with anger.

Joel looked stricken, his mouth opening and closing as he searched for the right words. "I know I messed up. I know I've been distant, and I'm so sorry. But please believe me, I do care about you more than anything."

You took a step back, needing space to think and process everything. "If you care so much, why did you ignore me? Why did you shut me out over missing dinner?"

His heart broke at the sight of you, staring away from him with dried tears on your cheeks. He didn't have words left to make this better, nor a way to ask for forgiveness or soothe your heart after breaking it without real intention behind it.

He was angry at you for missing the dinner, and he wanted to get it back at you.

But this? This wasn't what he wanted.

"I can't say how sorry I am," Joel continued, his voice cracking.

"Well, don't say it then," you snapped back.

"Love—"

“No! I'm tired, and everything hurts. My arm is broken, and I feel so humiliated right now. I just want to go to sleep,” you cried out, the words pouring out in a torrent of emotion.

"Okay, let me help you,” he said, reaching out to touch your shoulder, but you stepped back from him.

"No, everything you have done for the past week makes me cry," you said, the weight of your words hanging in the air. "You make me cry," you sobbed into your hand, trying to sweep the tears away.

Lifting your gaze, you looked at Joel, who seemed to be conflicted. His brown eyes, now glassy with unshed tears, almost made you give in.

"Could you please sleep in the guest room tonight?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Joel's face fell, but he nodded slowly, understanding the need for space. "Okay," he said softly. "I'll be in the guest room. If you need anything, anything at all, just call me."

You nodded, too drained to respond further. Joel hesitated for a moment, then turned and left the room, the weight of his footsteps heavy on the floor. As he reached the bedroom, he turned towards you.

“Do you want to know why I was so mad at you for missing that dinner?” He asked, his voice low and filled with a mix of regret and vulnerability.

You looked at him, the exhaustion and pain making it hard to process everything, but you nodded slightly, curious despite yourself.

Joel took a deep breath, his eyes locking onto yours. “It wasn’t just about the dinner. It was because I had planned to ask you to marry me that night.”

The words hung in the air between you, heavy with emotion. You stared at him, the weight of his confession taking a moment to sink in. You felt your heart beating so fast.

“Joel,” you started, your voice trembling. “I had no idea.”

“I know,” he said softly. “And that’s on me. I should have talked to you instead of shutting you out. I’ve been a fool, and I’m so sorry for everything.”

The revelation left you feeling even more conflicted. The pain of the past week, the accident, and now this. You didn’t know how to respond, so you simply nodded, feeling the tears welling up again.

Joel took a step back, giving you space, but not without planting a gentle kiss on your forehead, just next to the bandage. “Goodnight,” he said gently, before turning and walking to the guest room.

After that, you lay down, clutching Joel's pillow tightly against your chest, the familiar scent providing a small comfort amidst the chaos of your emotions. As you closed your eyes, the weight of the day slowly began to lift.

The night dragged on, each minute feeling like an eternity. You tossed and turned in bed, unable to find comfort. The weight of Joel's confession and the emotional turmoil of the past week kept you from sleeping peacefully. The silence of the house was deafening, and the pain in your arm felt almost secondary to the ache in your heart.

Around 3 a.m., unable to bear the loneliness any longer, you decided to go to the guest room. Moving slowly and carefully, you made your way down the hallway, each step mindful of your broken arm. The pain was a constant reminder of the day’s events, but the burning desire to be near Joel overpowered it.

You opened the guest room door quietly, the creak of the hinges making you wince slightly. Joel was lying on the bed, his back turned to you. You carefully slipped into the room, trying not to disturb him too much. The guest bed was slightly too small, but you managed to settle in beside him, positioning yourself so as not to jostle your arm too much.

Joel stirred, his eyes fluttering open. He blinked, his gaze shifting to you. Confusion and surprise crossed his face as he saw you lying next to him. He sat up, pushing himself on one elbow, his brow furrowed in concern.

“What are you doing here?” he asked softly, his voice still heavy with sleep.

You shifted slightly to face him, your voice barely above a whisper. “I couldn’t sleep... I needed to be close to you.”

Joel’s eyes softened, and he reached out carefully, his hand brushing against your cheek. “Are you okay? Does your arm hurt?”

“It hurts,” you admitted, your voice trembling. “But I just needed to be near you, to feel like everything might be okay.”

Joel nodded, understanding the depth of your need. “I’m sorry for everything,” he said again, though his tone was gentler this time. “I know I’ve hurt you, and I’ll do everything I can to make it right. Please, just let me be here for you.”

You reached out and took his hand, feeling curiosity creeping up. “About the proposal,” you began. “Are you planning to ask me soon?”

Joel's eyes softened, and he looked at you with a mixture of hope and vulnerability. “I was planning to ask you that night,” he admitted, his voice low and filled with regret. “But now I don’t feel like I deserve you.”

You searched his face, seeing the sincerity in his eyes.

Joel took a deep breath, his expression serious yet tender. “Now, I want to make sure we’re in a good place before I ask you. I want it to be right, and I don’t want to rush into it just to fix things. But I can’t deny that I’ve been thinking about it a lot.”

You smiled softly in the darkness, your heart swelling with emotion. “I would love for you to ask me now,” you whispered.

Joel chuckled softly, a sound that was warm and comforting in the quiet of the night. “Even with the broken arm?” he asked, his voice light with affection.

You nodded, your smile widening. “Even with the broken arm, I know we have things to work through, but I’d still say yes.”

Joel’s laughter was gentle, filled with relief and affection. “You never cease to amaze me,” he said, brushing a gentle kiss against your forehead. “Alright, then. I promise that when the time is right, I’ll ask you properly. For now, let’s focus on getting better and being here for each other.”

You nestled closer to him, feeling the comfort of his embrace. “I don’t need a fancy proposal in a fancy restaurant, Joel. I just want you,” you said softly.

Joel’s expression softened even more, his hand gently stroking your hair. “And you have me,” he said, his voice filled with sincerity. “No matter what, I’m here for you. We’ll get through this together, and when the time is right, we’ll take the next step together too.”

You let out a small, playful sigh. “Okay, if there isn’t a ring on my breakfast tomorrow, I’ll be mad,” you joked, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

Joel laughed softly, the sound a comforting balm to your troubled heart. “I’ll keep that in mind,” he said, his tone light but warm.

He took a deep breath, his gaze steady and sincere. “So, would you like to marry me?” he asked softly, his eyes searching yours for a response.

The question hung in the air, tender and unexpected. You looked at him, your heart swelling with emotion. The warmth and love you felt in that moment made it clear that you were ready to take that next step.

With a smile that spoke of both relief and joy, you nodded. “Yes, Joel. I would love to marry you.”

Joel’s face lit up with a mixture of happiness and relief. He pulled you into a gentle embrace, his arms wrapping around you with tenderness to avoid hurting your broken arm. “I’m so glad,” he murmured into your hair. “We’ll make it work, I promise.”

You snuggled closer to him, the sense of security and love filling you with a peaceful calm. As you closed your eyes, the laughter and playful banter gave way to a hopeful, contented sleep, wrapped in the warmth of his presence and the promise of a future together.

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duckybird101

8 months ago

Sinful Lust -Part 2

Part 1 Here

Pairing - Thomas Shelby and Reader

Warnings- Sexual content, swearing, violence. 18+

Would love to hear your thoughts on this fic!

Tommy awoke abruptly the following day, having slept for barely two hours. His mind was haunted by images of you, laying motionless in bed. How had everything happened so quickly? He regretted his involvement in the night, driven by his desire and lust for you.

And how had he failed to see Joe was a psychopath?

They had been friends since their school days, even went to France together. Over the years, Joe had been with many women, never alone. Did he treat them all the same? Joe was not a man, not by any means. He had fled the house, leaving Tommy and his crew to deal with the aftermath. To move your body.

What were his men's thoughts? That Tommy was at fault? Surely not!

Now Joe was on the missing list, but Tommy had to find him. He needed to make him pay, he couldn't let him go on like this. Couldn't let it happen to someone else. Feeling a wave of nausea wash over him, he sat up in bed. Head bending forward over his knees. Breathing slowly in, slowly out. Resigned to the fact, he was now awake.

Surveying the street, Tommy rapped on the wooden door three times. "It's me," he declared, his voice devoid of emotion. The door swung open to reveal Polly, her expression one of clear disdain. He knew what she was thinking, but she would do what was asked anyway.

"We can't stay here forever, Mrs Bridges needs her own space," she sighed, sucking on her cigarette.

"Noted, Pol," he nodded, lighting his own cigarette.

"Get any sleep?" she questioned, hand resting on her nephews shoulder.

"Can sleep when I'm dead, Pol," he winked, strolling through the small house. Nodding a hello to the old lady sitting by the fire. Rolling his shoulders back, he slowly pushed open the bedroom door. Feeling his heart race, trying to keep his expression soft.

"Hey," he smiled, slowly approaching the bed, perching on the edge.

Blinking rapidly in reply, you turned your head to look at him. "Hi," you managed to speak, throat raw, voice hoarse.

Tommy had thought that was it, back at your house last night. He thought you were dead, but he hadn't given up. Joe had stated you were gone, and fled the house. No doubt off to find his next victim. Tommy had given you CPR, got you breathing again. Before scooping you up, and getting you medical attention.

Paying for a private Doctor, to come to an unknown house. Hiding you away, away from him. Until he got his revenge.

"How are you feeling now?" he asked, resting his hand on top of yours.

You looked so small and fragile, laying in the double bed. Tommy wanted to lay beside you, wrap you in his arms, tell you he would look after you now. That he wanted to be with you. But he wasn't sure what you wanted.

"I'm ok," you lied, trying to sit up, still feeling very weak. "Thank you Tommy, for everything,"

"Fuck... Y/n," he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, "Don't thank me, I should have never been involved. I didn't think fucking Joey was .... like that. If I had known...."

"You weren't the first, you won't be the last," you shrugged, swallowing deeply.

Terror sitting in the pit of your stomach, at the thought of going back to Joe. He was going to wonder where you had been. Would no doubt blame you for messing the night up.

"Y/n, you aren't going back to him, you can't, ey," Tommy warned, face serious, "He doesn't deserve you, I'm going to take him out, for good,"

Scoffing, you turned your head away to hide your tears. "He will never let that happen, he will find me, he always does,"

Shuffling further towards you, he tilted your face to look at him. Feeling anger rise again, at the hand prints on your neck.

"I am looking after you now, I..." Pausing, you searched his face, a hint of embarrassment showing on his cheeks. "I have always... lo…liked you, Y/n,"

"You have?" you whispered, feeling him squeeze your hand.

"Yeah, and I promise you now, I will never treat you like he did," he confirmed, "You are a beautiful, kind, soul, and I know a man like me...."

Holding your finger up, you placed it on his lips. "Don't, don't say that, you are a good man," you blinked away the tears, holding your throat. "I have always ….liked you too, I'm sure you could tell, and not just for sex,"

Closing the distance, he gently pressed his lips against yours. "We can fucking take him out together,"

It took three days for Tommy to track Joe down. He acted as if he was worried about him, pleading with him to meet. It was just to talk, to ensure he was alright, that he had moved on from what had happened. And Joe believed him, because after all, they were friends.

The canal had always been their meeting spot. As children, they spent hours there, skimming stones and counting the passing boats. Those days were now distant memories, overshadowed by the events that had unfolded since.

“Tommy,” a voice spoke up, as he was extinguishing his cigarette underneath his boot. Calming his nerves, Tommy turned to see Joe behind him. “Everything ok? Did you?”

"Deal with the mess?" Tommy inquired, completing his former friend's sentence. "Yes, I've cleaned up your mess, Joe, been at it for twenty years."

Joe’s eyes widened at Tommy’s statement. He thought he would have laughed it off, been on his side. “Look, that wasn't meant to happen. Fuck… she was fucking crazy, Tom. Liked me to fucking choke her, bit of rough play, you know?”

“There was a fucking corpse in your bed,” Tommy roared, stepping forward to shove Joe. Watching him land on the floor. “Bit more than rough play, ey?”

Joe actually had the decency to look away. “And I'm sorry! If could change things, I would. Just don't tell anyone Tom, please. I can’t go to prison,” he sniffed, emotions spilling over now. “You know what people will do to me!”

Tommy shook his head, unbelieving. How could this man be so selfish? He wasn't even going to accept the responsibility. Not even apologise.

“What about Y/n?” Tommy asked, hovering over him, trying to stick to the plan. But desperate to beat the life out of Joe. Just start hitting him and never stop. Make him feel pain.

“She’s fucking gone, Tommy. I'm grateful for you helping me out, I owe you,” Joe begged, trying to get Tommy back on side.

"It's not me you owe," Tommy grinned, looking behind him. Reaching out his hand.

Joe hurriedly rose from the floor, anticipating the arrival of the Blinders. They would teach him a lesson. Not believing in violence against women; their motto was 'No women, no kids.' As he stood up, his eyes widened in surprise, at the sight of the figure emerging behind Tommy.

"Y/n?" he gasped, watching you both entwine hands. "What the fuck? You're ok? Shit, I... I....."

"You what, Joe?" you spat, feeling nothing but hate for the man before you. "You're sorry? You took it too far? How many times have I heard that?"

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you regained your composure. You had to get this off your chest.

"How many beatings have I had to take from you? Times I've had to hide away? How many men have you got to join in with us?" you yelled, feeling Tommy tense beside you. "It ends now,"

Joe burst into genuine laughter, bending over and clutching his stomach. You had finally gone mad, who did you think you were? Speaking to him like that!

"That right?" he smirked, taking a step forward, delighting in the fact you shrunk back against Tommy. You were still scared of him. "You are nothing but a whore, that's how you should be treated. Like the whore you are,"

In a swift movement, Tommy landed an almighty punch against Joe's jaw. Making him once again land on the floor, rolling around in pain.

"Shut your mouth, Joe. It's over,"

"You can fucking have her, Tom. Dirty whore," he snarled, spitting on the floor near you.

Reaching into your coat pocket, you pulled out a small pistol. Unleashing the safety catch, aiming it at Joe. "It's over Joe, it ends with us,"

Shaking his head, he raised his eyebrows in jest. "You don't even know how to shoot, you stupid bitch, you..."

Bang.

Before he could finish his sentence, you pulled the trigger. Landing the perfect shot, right between his eyes. "Rot in hell, Joe," you whispered, voice quivering, as you fell into Tommy's arms.

Six months later

You smiled to yourself, as soft, warm kisses were pressed across your shoulder. Morning stubble, rubbing against your smooth skin. Moving your hair to the side, Tommy nuzzled his nose against your ear. Rolling his hips against yours from behind, as he made love to you. It had been a whirlwind six months, you were both deeply in love.

"I love you, Mrs Shelby," he whispered, nibbling your ear.

Just yesterday, you had both exchanged your wedding vows. Tommy had persistently asked you. for a month before you agreed. Hoping to heal from the trauma, of your past relationship. However, Tommy was nothing like Joe; he was gentle, affectionate, and attentive.

"I love you too, Mr Shelby," you smiled back at him over your shoulder.

Looking forward to starting your new life together.