The School Teacher (16/?)

The School Teacher (16/?)

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x OC

Warnings: period typical sexism, series typical violence, period typical views of PTSD, canon suicide attempt, angst, period typical racism, smut, blood & gore, brief non-graphic descriptions of assault

Summary: Adeline Taylor goes to Camden Town with Tommy; they have a meeting with Alfie Solomons.

Word Count: 3494

A/N: The chapter I think a lot of you have been waiting for. OMG here we go. Let me know if you want added to the tag list.

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“Stable Boys and Bookmakers” – Tommy Shelby x Reader

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SUMMARY: There was a girl before the war that turned Tommy down. Now they’re back in Small Heath but they’re both different people than a few years back… kind of. It’s hard to change old habits.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: Second of the three ideas I had on the trains the other day! 😂 In general, it feels a bit weird because I rarely focused here on analysing Tommy and the Reader’s emotions. I focused mostly on narrating the story but I hope it’s going to make sense this way as well. I got inspired by the aspect of Tommy’s relationship with Grace (no matter what I think of this ship, he loved her in canon and I don’t want to argue with that) – I have a feeling that he tried to prove himself a lot because her love was a proof to him that he’s worthy of a woman like her, a woman that is much more than all the Small Heath girls around. So yeah, the Reader is quite rude…? But honestly, I like her. It’s a one shot so some parts are a bit rushed! 🙈 Thank you @celticmelody​ & @comebackjessica​ for listening to me talking about this story so much.

WARNING: English is my second language.

WORD COUNT: 3,220

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Family Time with Tommy

“One night, just one, I pray we can sleep on our own.”, Tommy whispered as he looked up at the ceiling, one of his hands draped around his little daughter’s body whose head was comfortably placed on his stomach.

You couldn’t help but giggle quietly when you moved a bit closer to your husband and your sleeping daughter.

“She is four years old, my love.”, you said quietly while you carefully brushed a strand of her hair behind her ear.

You leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss on her head, earning a soft sigh from your baby girl as she pressed herself even closer to her father.

Tommy glanced down at her before his eyes found your e/c ones.

“Exactly, she is four. Our son is two years old and he hasn’t been in our bed since he was three months old.”, your husband stated, making you roll your eyes.

“Thomas Shelby, you know she loves you and she doesn’t see you most of the time. That’s why she loves to sleep here. She just wants to spend some time with you even if it’s while she is sleeping next to you.”

Tommy’s eyes softened as he started to caress y/d/n’s hair.

“I know it’s hard but maybe you should make more time for her and your son as well. I’m used to you not being there all the time, I’ve gotten used to it ever since you asked me to be your girlfriend but she’s still young and needs her daddy.”

Your husband nodded his head as he leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss on his daughter’s head before he leaned over to you and pressed another loving kiss on your lips.

“You should not be used to it. I’m sorry. I’m really trying to be here but like you said, it’s tough. I will try though.”, he promised.

You nodded your head as you comfortably laid down on your side of the bed again.

“Goodnight, Tommy.”

“Goodnight.”

tags: @retromafia

Innocent (Part Two)

Pairing: Thomas Shelby x Reader

Words: 2,173

Warning: Arranged Marriage; Fluff; Angst; Age Gap

Requested: Yes!

Tag List Update: I will reblog this post with the new tag list tomorrow. I need to work my way through it as I had many requests to join on the post and via messenger. Sorry about that!

The fire crackled before you and you couldn’t help but stare into the flames while snuggling against the soft pillows on your large cedar bed.

How could you have ended up in a situation like this, you wondered? Lonely in this large mansion with several maids, a young boy and a much older husband who didn’t show an interest in you.

It’s been one month since you moved into his house and married this stranger and he had barely spoken to you even after you exchanged your vows.

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INTOXICATED – Tommy Shelby x Reader

Warnings: smut (fingering, petting); age gap; dub-con/non-con elements; power play; slight innocence kink; employer-employee relationship; mention of obsession; choking; substance use; English is not my first language.

Word count: 1,259

Summary: That night there was something different about his maid.

Credits: gif

INTOXICATED

Nowadays, there weren’t many things for Tommy to look forward to. He no longer was able to hear his wife’s hearty laugh as she played with their little boy. He no longer was able to see her blonde locks, her beautiful eyes that shined with happiness.

Of course, there was a solution... Smoking opium. And today wasn’t any different either. The substance slowly entered into his lungs, spreading through his body before it reached its final destination, his mind.

A light knock snapped him out of his drug-hazed thoughts, “Come in,” he murmured as he took his glasses off and rubbed his eyes.

The door opened, his maid appearing in the room.

That night there was something different about her, something compelling and dangerous. Her uniform was shorter too than he remembered, the edge of the dress ending right above her knees. Her stockings were torn as if she crawled up to his study from the kitchen.

“Are you okay, Mr. Shelby?” She stepped closer to his desk, running her fingers over it as she closed the gap between her and him. Once she was behind him, she put her hands on his shoulders, slightly massaging the tense muscles.

“You can tell me anything, Mr. Shelby,” she whispered into his ears, her hands slowly wandering down his upper body before stopping at his pants. She was ready to sneak her fingers inside his shorts when a rough hand broke her movements.

A surprised whine left her beautiful, tainted lips at the harsh and sudden touch, “Don’t you want me to pleasure you?”

“No,” his court answer came, disappointing the younger maid who wanted nothing more than to satisfy her employer.

“Why?” she questioned, “Whenever you were with Grace, you always thought of me, thinking that it was my body that you bruised, that it was my lips around your cock, that it was my nails scratching your back. Why not now, huh? Are you ashamed? She can’t say anything about it anymore, Thomas. She’s dead. And guess what. It’s all your fault, you’re the one reason she’s six feet under. And now, here you’re acting like a mourning husband, even though you did nothing but thought of fucking your little maid. You’re fucking disgusting.”

The words that left her mouth were laced with venom, her gaze darkening with every passing second.

He stood up from his seat, the chair screeching against the wooden floor as it got pushed back. He turned around to face his employee before pushing her against the bookcase with a hand on her neck. A painful cry escaped from her.

“Say one more fucking thing and I’ll show you how disgusting I can be. But you’d like that wouldn’t you, huh?” he questioned as he slipped one of his hands under her dress causing the young girl to yelp as his cold fingers touched her heated skin.

“Answer me,” he commanded as he applied more pressure on her neck.

“No.” A desperate cry escaped from her mouth as a tear slid down her delicate cheeks. “Please, stop, Mr. Shelby.”

One of his hands crept inside her undergarments, the young woman franticly trying to stop his movements without any success.

“You’re pathetic,” he said before he cupped her pussy, his digit slowly caressing her clit, “You’re all wet, and you want me to stop?”

Her throat tightened as she kept her silent sobs back, “Please, Mr. Shelby, I don’t want it.”

A cynical chuckle left his lips before he pulled his fingers out of her undies, “I don’t like liars, and you know that, don’t you?”

His lips found place on her neck as he sucked on the sensitive skin while she had tried to push him away from her body, however, her strength quickly vanished as she saw that there was no way for her to escape his grip.

“Please,” she whimpered as the burning kisses met her jaw. “I’m not going to tell anyone.”

“Of course you won’t,” he mocked her, a sadistic smirk appearing on his lips. “Nobody would believe you.”

“So, how about you stop whining, and I can make it enjoyable for you? Or you can keep your act up, but I promise you’ll wish you wouldn’t have come in here,” he bargained, his gaze never leaving the girl's tear-stained cheeks.

She let her head fall to the side, her eyes never meeting with his ice-cold ones. She slowly lifted her dress before she hooked her fingers into her undergarments, pulling it down teasingly. Once she was free of the clothing, she left her previous spot.

A surprised laugh filled the cold room, “I thought you’d need a little bit more convincing.”

“I just get turned on so fucking much when you talk to me like that,” she spoke as she stepped closer to the desk before sitting on it, facing Tommy.

She bit her lip, hiding a mischievous smile. He walked closer to her and put his hands down on the desk, trapping the girl between them. Her fingers wandered to his trousers and unbuttoned them. The material hit the floor with a soft thud.

“Take your dress off.” Another command left his mouth.

“No,” she said with a taunting smile on her lips. “It’s cold in here. But I’m sure your bedroom is all ready for us.”

Her hands started unbuttoning his shirt, her fingertips tracing the tattoos and scars on his torso. She could feel the tension radiating off his body right after she mentioned their bedroom, the room where Grace and Thomas spent so many passionate nights in each other embrace.

“Didn’t I tell you to shut your mouth?” His words were laced with venom as he reached for her neck, his grip almost suffocating the girl in front of him.

“I hit a nerve, didn’t I?” she let a breathy laugh out, her eyes never leaving Tommy’s face. “You call me pathetic, but look at you, Thomas. You aren’t any better than me. I bet Grace loved it when you thought it was me you were fucking instead of her.”

She slapped his hand away before pushing him back into his seat. She towered over him, her eyes never leaving his icy gaze as her fingers slowly grabbed his hardening length over his shorts. A ragged moan left his chapped lips as she started pressing open-mouthed kisses on his neck, her lips burning his skin.

“Tell me you want me,” she whispered.

A needy whine slipped from his mouth, “I want you, (Y/N).”

“Louder,” she commanded as her hand found a resting point on his neck, under his jaw before slightly pressing it.

“I want you so fucking much, (Y/N),” he obeyed her order as he closed his eyes, drowning in the lust he felt for the younger woman.

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-

“Mr. Shelby?” A sweet voice came from behind the door. His eyes snapped open, searching for his maid, who was in his study seconds before. Yet, there was no evidence of her in the room.

“Is everything alright, Mr. Shelby? I was in the hallway, and I heard you calling my name,” she explained before Tommy muttered a small ‘yes, everything's alright’.

It was all a drugged dream, a desire he had wanted since he laid eyes on her, but maybe he had a chance now to make it his new reality. She wouldn’t say no, would she? Even if she did, there wasn’t much that could stop Tommy…

Poor girl, she had no idea what kind of contract she signed when she started working for Thomas Shelby.

REPOST TAGLIST: @retromafia.

a little leeway and a lot of restraint - thomas shelby x reader

pairing: thomas shelby x reader

word count: 2.3k i think!

warnings: explicit smut, shotgunning, breathplay (slight), name calling (whore, slut, love, flower) degradation (slight), d/s dynamic (squint nd you miss it kinda thing) MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+ ONLY

disclaimer: this is my original work! i do not consent to the writing being reposted, copied or translated on other sites or on here by anyone

born from a convo between me and a friend that spiralled very far!!!! @sunkissssd enjoyyy

tommy made it a point not to involve you in the business, whether illegal or legal, nothing with any of the businesses touched you.

you were his flower, his delicate girl who was never to venture out when he said the words, ‘stay inside, i mean it.’ it was for your safety, not that you didn’t know marrying a man with as much ambition as thomas shelby wouldn’t infringe on your safety, but for his peace of mind, and for your safety, you’d listen to anything he said.

still, tommy allowed you your freedom. if you wanted to go shopping, out with your friends, or over to the flower shop you co-owned, you could leave at any time; he only asked that you take one of his brothers or isaiah.  

over time, tommy was comfortable enough to do some work in front of you, mostly so that he could have you come into his office and watch him work while trying not to interrupt.

it might be cruel, but he loved watching your cross your legs just as he lit a cigarette, the tobacco coating the room as he inhaled and exhaled evenly, clouds of smoke hanging gently in the air before breaking apart; and with each drag of the fag, you shifted, sinking into the leather of the cushions, trying your best not to whine or make too much noise to pull his attention completely away from his work.

today though, tommy felt more cruel than usual and was working late at night, the moon high and bright, and as he lit his third cigarette you opened the office door, smiling softly before taking your seat.

“what are you doin’ in here, eh? thought i left you asleep?” his words were slightly muffled around the cigarette, smoke billowing from his lips.

“bed got cold thomas. how much longer are you working for?” your voice was low and groggy with sleep but tommy found it absolutely sexy how sultry it made you sound.

“about an hour,” he took a long drag then, listening to you inhale with him before smiling. “c’mere flower, on my lap.”

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