Based On Your Likes! You Dont Know Me

“Based on your likes!” you don’t know me

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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The School Teacher (15/?)

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

Summary: Adeline Taylor brings someone new to school and the Shelby family takes a vote.

Word Count: 3302

A/N: Happy Friday everyone. Enjoy. Let me know if you want added to the tag list. 

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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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Under his wings | dark!T.S.

Summary: The peculiar details of your relationship with Tommy are nothing but small inconveniences compared to how much he loves you.

Warning: A brief mention of sex and typical canon violence

A/N: This is my first time writing a dark!Tommy and I enjoyed it more than I should

If there's something you admire the most about Tommy, it's his eyes; They're blue like the sky, deep as the ocean and they're never, ever bright.

Something about being under his gaze felt warm in the best ways, you felt protected, desired and cared for, thing you once voiced while he slowly thrust into you. 

"I like when you look at me like that." you confessed and bit your lip, a little shy for not being able to look away. 

"Like what?" 

"Like… like you own me." 

"I do own you." was his answer before he sped his pace. 

Although you like to be under Tommy's gaze, sometimes it makes you shy, scared even. You don't want to disappoint him, nor to make him embarrassed for having you around, after all, he's so handsome, smart and cunning, and what are you? 

No, Tommy doesn't like when you think low of yourself, you're his sweetheart, his doll, his pretty girl, but… 

"Pretty girls don't go out alone to behave like common whores…" 

"My little doll does she's fucking told and doesn't get whiny about it, ain't that right…?"

"You're my sweetheart when you smile and cheer up, not sure if I like this sulky pout…" 

He's probably right most of the time, you don't get any reasons to throw tantrums, everything you want, he will give you, jewels, shoes, flowers, himself. 

"Tell me what you need, love." he always says. 

Tommy never denies you any material goods, himself though, it's a privilege he sometimes takes away. His answer to minor infringements, such as smiling too much to another man, disappearing from his sight in public or being an unmannerly brat in events, is loneliness. 

A couple of times you've been treated like an object of the house, the furniture Tommy walked by barely noticing, he knows you learnt your lesson when you're on the verge of tears. 

"Don't ignore me anymore, please…" you pleaded, on your knees at the side of his office chair. 

He looked at you when was done with his cigarette. 

"You know why you're there, love?" he held your chin and you nodded. 

"I unnecessarily made you worried at the fundraising, I went outside to take an air, I- I didn't even go alone, Polly was with me." 

"But..?" he raised his eyebrows, ready to go along with the punishment if you gave the wrong answer. 

"But I should have warned you, I'm sorry, Tom," you held his hand on your face, "I'm so sorry." 

"Come here, my doll." he pulled you to his lap with a pleased face. 

After punishment, you always have Tommy all to yourself. It's hard to endure, surely, but it's for your betterment, everything Tommy does is, you had no doubt of that. 

Or at least, perhaps, not until this very moment.

"Did you hear what I said, y/n?" his eyes switch between you and the young, new driver hired two weeks ago. 

"P-please, Tommy, he was just being nice." you sob at the boy's awful state. 

"Go back inside." he threatening drawles and pulls a gun out of his coat, "You're not allowed in the garden without my permission anymore." 

"But-" 

With only a look, he silents you. 

On the short way home, your tears fall on the grass. The second you close the heavy doors behind your back, you hear a gunshot outside. 

INTOXICATED (PART II) – Tommy Shelby x Reader

Warning: ooc!Tommy; smut (fingering); choking; innocence kink; Tommy being creepy; non-con; Reader getting drugged; age gap; employer-employee relationship; English is not my first language.

Word count: 2,183

Summary: After that night nothing was the same. His young maid grew even more suspicious of her employer and Tommy was more than ready to make her his.

Note: I’m afraid to post this but here we go, lol. Don’t judge me, please! :,)

PART I

INTOXICATED PART II

Since that night there was something different about Thomas. Something raw and inhuman. She wasn’t sure if it was the way he talked to her or the way he ‘accidentally’ touched her whenever he passed her in the narrow corridor where he had no business to be.

He was everywhere where she was.

She had to clean the master bedroom? He had apparently forgotten his glasses on the bedside table. She had to tidy up after baby Charlie? He was right behind her, watching his little maid putting his son’s toys away while occasionally shooting a small smile at the boy who didn’t quite understand that his mother wasn’t coming back.

She wasn’t even suspicious about his behaviour at first, not until she realised that she was the only employee who was lucky enough to be supervised by her seemingly charming boss.

Yet, she couldn’t shake the feeling of dread as it crawled up on her spine each time she laid eyes on him. Something bad was about to happen. She was sure about it. That was why she started writing letters more frequently.

Her mother would be alarmed when she can not hold the creased paper spoiled by her messy writing as she knew that Mr. Shelby was around the corner listening to every breath she took.

Even the phone calls stopped once she heard the creaking of the floor, yet when she looked behind no one was there. Sometimes she thought that it was the house, its last residents who died horrible deaths or even Grace whose ghost couldn’t rest.

However, she was quick to dismiss these thoughts as she knew that ghosts only existed in horror stories to scare the badly behaving children.

And as the hours passed by her, she was closer each moment to realise that life is much more brutal and cruel than some made-up legends.

“(Y/N),” the mention of her name snapped the girl out of her thoughts, her mind running miles over the man who caused so many sleepless nights.

“Yes?” her voice was hoarse, she couldn’t remember the last time she spoke. She was afraid that once she opens her mouth, he will hear her words, instantly finding the girl.

“Could you take these to Mr. Shelby’s bedroom, please?” Mary asked as she handed a handful of freshly washed linen. “And put it on, will you?!”

Her elder, Mary, was an exceptional woman. Somehow she always knew when the young maid needed help or just some advice regarding her life. Yet, this time the girl wasn’t so sure if she should mention the shivers that run down her body every time his name escaped from somebody’s lips.

“Mr. Shelby?” she muttered with widened eyes as the realisation hit her. She had to be in his room, changing linens and pillowcases...

While he was probably in his study, buried under the mountain of official papers, it didn’t mean that he would stay there if he knew she was in his room, making his bed ready for the night.

“Yes,” she answered with a small chuckle as she looked at the girl. However, the smile quickly vanished when she caught a glimpse of despair on her face. “Is everything all right, darling?”

“Yes,” she breathed out, the scant words barely reaching her elder’s ears. “It’s just... It’s already night and I’m really tired.”

She hoped that the gaze filled with fear wouldn’t out her lie. She was afraid. Not only she had to be in the so despised room, but she would be also far away from the maid’s quarter which meant nobody could hear her cries.

She only wished that she didn’t have to scream.

“It’s only a few minutes, darling. The moment you’re done, you can go to sleep.” She shot one last smile before the darkness swallowed her figure, the young girl quickly following the elderly woman.

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-

She was almost done, only a few seconds, that was all she needed. Just a few more minutes alone. Yet, when she heard the floor creaking and the footsteps that got louder each passing moment, she knew there was no escape without playing his cruel game that only had one winner. And there was no chance for her to be the one who came out on top.

She was doomed, and he was too... just in different matters.

The doorknob clicked and the door opened, revealing her boss. Her eyes were tightly closed. If she can’t see him, he can’t see her either, right? At least that was what she did when she was a child and her father came home drunk. It wasn’t like he hurt her, she just hated when his blood was poisoned with the amber coloured liquid.

“Mr. Shelby, I’m almost done,” she whispered as she gripped onto the comforter, never turning around to face her employer.

“Yes, of course,” he said before taking off his coat. His eyes wandered to the noticeable trembling girl. He hated to see her so afraid of him when he wanted nothing more than calling her his, however, a side of him was proud, knowing that the fear inside her heart was caused by his not–so–hidden intentions.

“Mary made you some tea. It’s in your bedroom,” he informed her. While there was some truth to his words, it wasn’t Mary who brewed the beverage, it was him. However, he was sure that she would not touch the cup if the maid knew that it was made by him.

She was a smart thing, slightly naïve or just a little too kind for somebody who cleaned mansions for a living. He couldn’t blame her for the distrust in her veins, he wasn’t a good person after all.

“Thank you,” the words left her lips as she let go of the comforter, leaving it creased.

She whispered a short ‘good night’ before scurrying out of his room. Once, she was in the hallway, a long breath left her lungs. For the first time in the past hours, she felt relieved. If he wanted to do something with her, he would have already done it.

Maybe, all those times were just her mind playing tricks on her. She was just a maid... why would a man like him desire her? A man so rich, so smart, so charming, and somewhere even cunning.

It was a fantasy for girls like her. They wanted to be seen, lusted after. She was just like them after all. Filled with high hopes and dreams that could never be fulfilled.

Eventually, she reached her bedroom, and as Tommy said the steaming tea was waiting for her.

She hastily got rid of her clothes before putting on her nightgown. It was worn out, with a few holes here and there. Her mother would be disappointed if she saw the state the dress was in. Her voice echoed in her mind, earning a chuckle from her.

‘What kind of housewife you’re going to be?’

“No man wants me, ma,” she answered defeatedly as she got comfortable under the heavy duvet before reaching for the cup.

She took a sip out of it, the warmness quickly reaching her stomach, a pleasant feeling settling in her belly, reminding the girl of the better times when she was still young and didn’t quite know what real life was like.

She was getting drowsy even before she finished the cup of tea, leaving a few gulps of it in the bottom of the mug.

The sound of the clock lulled her to sleep.

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-

A cold hand on her cheek woke her up, the sudden icy touch causing goosebumps on her barely covered body.

Her eyes slowly fluttered open as she brought her fingers to the palm on her face. The skin was rough – like hers – and dry, the weather must have been cruel to this person.

Her mind was still hazy and her vision was blurry, hardly able to make out the features of the man standing at her bed, caressing her skin.

And the darkness that surrounded them didn’t help either.

“Henry, is that you?” she whispered as she squinted her eyes.

Henry? Who the fuck was Henry?

“Yes, my love, it’s me,” Tommy lied as his fingertips ran down her cheeks, stopping at her jaw.

“You came back for me?”

“I did,” he answered as he reached for the edge of her nightgown, slowly pulling it up before sliding his hand under the cotton cloth, gently caressing her thigh, drawing small circles on it.

“What are you doing?” came the question, her voice trembling as the heat rose to her cheeks.

It was a silly question. She exactly knew what he was doing. She wasn’t innocent. She was far from it, actually.

A few years ago, when she was working for the Anons, she caught one of the maids with the gardener. While at that time she wasn’t so sure what they were doing in the stables, she didn’t need much time to figure out that the moans and gasps weren’t because of pain but rather of pleasure.

“Showing how much I missed you.”

He towered over her body before pressing small pecks on her neck, a short whimper leaving her lips as her head lulled to the side.

The pecks quickly turned into bruising kisses as one of his hands traced down her figure, coming to halt when he reached the end of the dress, however this time his fingertips didn’t stop at her thighs, dancing further to her uncovered modesty. His movements were tender as he cupped her pussy, bringing one of his fingers closer to her slit.

A small whine left her mouth as she bit hardly into her lower lip. Blood oozed out from the tiny hole, the salty and irony taste quickly spreading on her tongue.

Henry never touched her like this before. They were young after all. She barely turned fifteen when she last saw him. She was twenty-three now since then no man was able to light the fire inside her heart like that lanky boy who lived down the same street she did.

He slowly pushed one of his fingers inside her, her gasp echoing in the room at the weird but somewhere pleasant sensation that bloomed in her body.

He gently added another finger, waiting for the girl’s reaction. While he knew that in her eyes he was another man, not even close to his true identity, he didn’t want to scare her. The last thing he needed was one of the lousy employees finding him towered over his drugged up maid.

He slowly moved his fingers in and out of her pussy as her breathing started to pick up, her eyes fluttering at the euphoric feeling blossoming inside her stomach. She was close, he knew it. Her walls were tightening around his fingers, and her thighs closed the gap, hugging his arm around.

“Henry,” his name easily slipped from her mouth. Tommy grew more aggravated each time he heard that forsaken boy’s name.

“Hen – Henry, I – I,” she muttered.

“Stop muttering his fucking name,” he seethed, his movements abruptly stopping as he brought his fingers coated by her wetness to the girl’s neck. A small shriek left her lips at the sudden pressure around her neck.

Why did she keep muttering his fucking name? Why she couldn’t see that it was him? Wasn’t he enough?

His fingernails cut into her skin as she grabbed onto his arm, trying to pry his fingers off her without any sign of success.

The air was quickly leaving her lungs, “Stop, Henry, please.”

“I’m not fucking Henry.”

Then it all dawned on her, it wasn’t her first love caressing her. It was her employee making her feel like that. A part of her was ashamed of the way her body reacted to his touches and the other part feared him.

The coughs mixed in with her small cries, afraid that if she were to do something, he would lose every ounce of humanity left in him.

“If your pretty mouth dares to mention his name again, I’ll kill him,” he threatened. “You understand?”

She only nodded as a tear rolled down her cheeks, “Yes, Mr. Shelby.”

“Good.” A smirk appeared on his lips as he let go of her neck. It was freighting how easily he was able to change his whole demeanour, his whole behaviour just by a scant ‘yes, Mr. Shelby’.

“Now, go back to sleep. Tomorrow is going to be a long day for you,” he snickered before leaving her room, the only place where she was supposed to be safe.

A broken sob escaped from her lungs as she realized that there was no way for her to ever get away from him. Even if she was able to get out of the house without alarming him, he only needed to make a few phone calls and she was already back in the mansion that kept her as a prisoner.

That damned tea… She should have known better.