A Not So Rude Awakening | John Shelby X Reader

A Not So Rude Awakening | John Shelby x Reader

Request: yes by anonymous

Pairing: John Shelby x reader

Summary: John and (Y/N) have been on a few dates and now he's asked her to stay the night. They spend a normal night in bed, but the morning after is not like (Y/N) thought it was going to be like.

Warnings: drinking

Word Count: 3897

A/N: this was such a sweet idea. Thanks so much for sending it, anon! I hope you enjoy! :)

Requests are CLOSED!

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John Shelby wasn't someone who (Y/N) expected to become the serious girlfriend of. She knew of him and his family and what they did, being that she lived in Small Heath for her entire life. So when he entered her family's bakery one day, she expected trouble. What she got was the complete opposite.

He asked to buy several scones, saying that he had a sweet tooth and was craving them. (Y/N) happily obliged with his request and got them packaged up for him to take. Then he asked her for her name. She giggled and told him that it was on the tag that was pinned to her apron.

"(Y/N)...'s a beautiful name," he commented after reading it, his words making her blush. He then asked her what she was doing later that night. Told her that he was planning on getting dinner and wanted to know if she wanted to join. She agreed, wanting to learn more about the real John Shelby. The one she'd just now got a glimpse of.

And boy did she find out more about him. That dinner turned into him waiting outside her bakery to walk her home each night, and that turned into him asking her to officially be his girlfriend just a few weeks after they first met.

(Y/N) spent a lot of time with John, but she never went over to his house. There was no particular reason as to why, they just never went to his area of the neighborhood. They preferred to go for walks, go to the Garrison, or get something to eat. It always impressed (Y/N) when John was offered something to eat on the house just because of who he was. It was in those moments where she remembered that she was the girlfriend of a Peaky Blinder, who were the most feared gang in the city. Because it didn't feel like that when she was with John.

It was getting late when (Y/N) exited the bakery to lock it up. Like clockwork, John pushed himself off of the side of the building and made his way over to her side. "Hello, darling," he greeted her with a smile, letting her finish locking the door before he leaned down and pecked her lips.

"Hi, John," she smiled up at him once they pulled away, "how was your day?"

"Was alright. Your's?" he asked her the same question.

"Not bad. Mrs. Evans finally came in for that cake, so I'm not gonna be able to give it to you," she told him, giggling as he let out an exaggerated sigh. “I'll just have to make you a special one instead," she offered him a consolation.

A grin was back on his face, "I'm gonna hold you to that, (Y/N)," he told her, dramatically wagging his finger at her. She only nodded, smiling up at him.

"Where're we going tonight?" she asked after they'd been walking for a few minutes.

"Would you want to come to my place?" he asked her, his eyebrows raised slightly as he waited to see how she'd respond to his question. "Maybe you could even spend the night...?" he added more onto statement before she could answer him. (Y/N)'s eyes widened at his offer. This would be a big step for them. Neither has been to the others house, and they certainly hadn't slept together before. Was she ready for this? John was sensing her hesitance and immediately went to damage control, "if you think it's too soon or that you don't feel comfortable with it, I totally get it. It's not my intention to make you feel uncomfortable."

She smiled slightly at his concern before she finally answered him, "oh no...I was just thinking that I don't have anything along with me that I can wear to sleep," she told him what had been on her mind, making him let out a long breath.

"Don't scare me like that, (Y/N)!" he jokingly exclaimed, knocking his shoulder with hers as they continued to walk. "So you'll come over?" he checked again after they'd walked a bit more.

"I'm still by your side, aren't I?" she jokingly quipped, making John chuckle and shake his head, rolling his eyes with a smile on his face.

"I'll take it as a yes," he grinned down at her, taking her hand and intertwining their fingers as they continued to walk to where he lived.

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"It isn't much," John commented as he opened the front door to his house.

"It's nice, John," she told him, a slight smile on her face as she gazed around the main living area. "Feels lived it," she said, her eyes catching the child-like drawings that were pinned up on the wall. She knew that he had younger siblings, so she just figured that it was from one of them.

"Oh it's well lived in alright," he nodded his head with a laugh, moving over to his cabinets as he started to look through them. "Did you eat?" he asked as he kept opening the drawers. "I don't have much. But I do have..." he paused, reaching into a cabinet then, "wine," he grinned as he produced it, holding the bottle out for her to see.

(Y/N) couldn't help but laugh. "I ate. Sandra brought some of the sandwiches she had extra of into the bakery today," she informed him, finally sitting her purse down on the couch that sat next to the fireplace. "But I will have some of the wine," she grinned and he nodded, a similar grin on his face. It was Friday night and she had just capped off a long week. She deserved to have some wine.

"We'll share some wine then," he stated, grabbing two mugs from the shelf before he moved over to where she was now sitting. He set them down on the coffee table before he sat next to her, opening the wine bottle and pouring some into each of the cup. He then handed her one before taking hold of his own. "To you spending the night," he grinned, clinking his glass with hers before they both took a drink from it.

"This is good, John," she stated once she tasted it, glancing over at the bottle to see what it was.

"I know. I stole it from the local eatery," he grinned, and (Y/N) couldn't tell if he was joking or not. He probably wasn't. He started to laugh at her expression. She just shook her head and smacked his shoulder, smiling as she took another sip from the glass. Stolen or not, she was going to enjoy it. "Anything interesting happen at work?" he asked after a few minutes had passed.

"No, not really. I just baked cookies and decorated cakes," she responded, shaking her head as she brought her feet up beside her on the couch. She surprisingly felt really relaxed at the moment, which was the exact opposite of what she thought she'd be feeling. It was almost like this wasn't the first time she'd been over his house.

"I'm sure you did that really well though."

"Oh, I hope I did," she smiled over at him, making him chuckle slightly before he grabbed her legs and brought her feet onto his lap. "How about you? Any exciting bets happen?" she flipped the question on him.

He shook his head slightly. "No. People pretty much put it on the horse we have the favors on. The races are fixed, so we know who's winnin' 'em," he told her, his hands dragging lazily along the fabric of her stockings. She sent him a confused look, so he decided to explain it better, "the horse we put the favors on is the opposite from the one we know is winning. The house gets all the money, the people, most times, leave with none."

(Y/N) only nodded as he spoke. She knew the nature of the business John's family ran. She was still coming to grips with it. The way John acted towards her helped greatly in her efforts though. She never had anyone treat her like he did.

The two stayed seated on the couch, talking about whatever came to their mind, as they slowly drank more of the wine. It had to be a few hours later when John suggested that they go to bed. He knew that she'd been at the bakery since early that morning. She surely had to be tired. And she was. She was just fighting off sleep because she wanted to spend more time with him.

"Do you want to go to bed?" he finally asked her, setting his empty mug back on the coffee table in front of him.

"Yeah. Sure," she nodded, moving her legs from his lap so that he could stand up. He stepped away from the couch and she followed him, walking two steps behind as they made their way upstairs and down to the end of the hall to what she guessed was his bedroom.

"I'll get ya some clothes. So you're not sleeping in that," he stated as he moved over to the dresser. He opened a few drawers and grabbed some articles of clothing before he moved back over to where (Y/N) was standing. "I hope these fit," he smiled at her as he handed over a pair of underwear and a cotton undershirt.

"I'll make it work," she smiled back at him as she took the clothing from his hands and held it in hers.

They just stood there then. (Y/N) was hesitant to go forward with getting undressed because, well to put it bluntly, they hadn't seen each other naked yet. John, on the other hand, obviously didn't pick up on her hesitancy, so he was just kind of standing there. No one spoke until (Y/N) inhaled a sharp breath, glancing around the room awkwardly. "I should probably leave the room...so you can get changed," he stated, scratching the skin behind his ear.

"Thank you, John," she smiled at him as he moved to exit the room. As soon as he was out, she stripped from her clothes and put on what he'd given her. John's clothes were a little baggy on her, but would work for the night. "John!" she called, the door opening a second after.

She watched as he reentered the room, his clothes now wadded in his hands as the only thing he was wearing was his boxers. "Figured I'd save some time and undress out there," he commented, dropping his dirty clothes in the corner. There were no other clothes there, so (Y/N) guessed that he either did his laundry daily, or had someone who did it for him.

"You're sleeping in that?" she asked him, clearly not thinking about her words before she said them because why did that even need to be asked?

"Yeah," he shrugged, taking a step towards the bed before he stopped and looked at her, "unless you'd want me to wear something else."

"Oh no. What you're wearing is fine," she brushed his statement off, "I really didn't think of what I was saying before I said it," she abashed then, her cheeks heating up slightly.

John only nodded, "oh. Well, ok then," he shrugged once more before moving over to the bed. "Care to join?" he questioned with a grin, and (Y/N) wasted no time climbing into the bed with him.

Immediately, he had her curled up in his arms, her legs moving to tangle with his. "Why haven't I slept here with you before?" she questioned, resting her head against his chest as she peered up at him, "like I already know that this is the best sleep I'm going to have."

"Had I known, I would have offered sooner," John replied, leaning down to press his lips to hers. His hold on her tightened as their lips stayed meshed together, her hand reaching up to rest along his jawline. Deciding to deepen the kiss, she somehow managed to move in his arms so that more of her body was pressed against his.

At this point, her mind was telling her one thing, but her body was reacting in a different way. She wanted nothing more than to take this further with him, but at the same time, she'd only know him for a few weeks. It wasn't her intention to have sex with him the first time she slept over. So her mind won, and she pulled away to hover over him slightly. "I'm sorry...I need to stop, John," she told him, trying to steady her breathing as she looked down at him.

"I'd of asked you to stay over way sooner if I knew I was going to get that," he grinned up at her, making her laugh and roll her eyes jokingly before she fell back into his side. "I understand though, love. I'm fine with waiting," he told her after a few moments of silence.

Her heart swelled at his words, and she couldn't help but prop herself up on her elbow so that she could look at him once more. "Thank you, John," she smiled, pressing her lips to his once more before she laid back down, getting comfortable curled against his side. His one arm wrapped around her, his hand moving languidly along her upper arm. "I think I might go to sleep now," she whispered, stiffling a yawn as she spoke.

John chuckled slightly at her sleepy words. "Go 'head, darling," he whispered back to her, and the last thing she felt before slipping into sleep was his lips pressed to her forehead.

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The room had just been lit up by the morning sun when (Y/N) awoke to the feeling of a person, or maybe actually people, jumping on her. "John," she grumbled, believing that this was her boyfriend's doing. She found it quite odd that'd he'd choose this manner of waking her up, but at the same time knew to expect anything with him. Except he wasn't responding to her. "John, please stop," she groaned again, her eyes not open yet.

"Dad's not here," came a voice that was definitely not John's.

"Yeah. But who are you?" then there was another child speaking, which explains the feeling of multiple people jumping on her. But why were there children in the room? Was she dreaming at the moment?

Slowly, she opened her eyes to see four smaller children peering down at her. Their jumping had seized and now they were staring down at her with looks of surprise and confusion. "Hi..." (Y/N) trailed off, also completely confused at the moment. Why are there children in the room?

"You're not our daddy," the youngest looking one of the bunch pointed out the obvious, "where's our daddy?" she scowled at (Y/N), crossing her arms over her chest.

"I'm wondering the same thing, honey," (Y/N) responded, trying to wrap her head around all of this. She assumed at this point that John had to be their father because they'd been referring to him as 'dad' since she woke up. Hell, they thought they were coming in to wake him up. And now they were met with some random lady.

Then one of the older one's eyes widened. "Wait a second...I think our dad talks about you," she said in realization, looking at each of her siblings as she spoke.

"Yeah! You're the pretty girl daddy tells us about!" another spoke up, realization flashing in his eyes as well. (Y/N)'s eyes widened. She didn't think that John'd be telling his family about her so early on.

"She must be!" the smaller girl exclaimed. "Do you have a name, Miss pretty lady?" she asked then, her question coming out of nowhere.

"My name is (Y/N)," she told the children, figuring what could it hurt. Well, what it could do is open up the floodgates of questions. But (Y/N) didn't know that until she was done speaking.

“Where are you from?!”

“What do you like to eat?!”

“How did you meet our dad?”

“Why do you think our uncle Tommy wears a different color underwear? We’ve asked him before and he says he doesn’t but dad says he does and we just don’t know why.”

So the first three were going to be easy, but that last one...she didn’t even think that the child knew where that one came from. (Y/N) took a deep breath, deciding that she’d go right down the line and answer them. The kids were all looking at her expectantly as she began to speak: “I’m also from Small Heath, although I don’t live close to here. I like to eat a lot of things, but chicken soup probably has to be my favorite. I met your dad when he came into where I work and asked me what my name was, and I...don’t really know how to answer that last question,” she ended her spiel with a little chuckle, looking at the youngest of the kids; the one who’d asked the final question.

The little girl shrugged. “That’s ok. We just thought that maybe you knew.”

“Which cat do you think is the fattest one out of all of them over at the bakery?” was the next question that was asked.

Before (Y/N) could answer, one of the other kids spoke up, “I think it’s Fivel. He’s always laying around and he doesn’t move much.”

(Y/N) just about gasped. Fivel had practically became ‘her’ cat after she started feeding him from the first day he showed up outside the bakery. He only ever came to her. "Hey! I don't think Fivel's fat...he's just the right size," she defended her feline friend, crossing her arms over her chest with a slight pout on her face.

"You work at the bakery?" the oldest of the kids questioned, wondering if that was why she knew who Fivel was.

"Yes, I do," (Y/N) nodded her head.

"Our daddy gets us treats from there a lot! They're always so yummy!" one of the younger ones cheered, a wide smile on her face.

"He only brings us treats from there so much because he goes to see the pretty lady that works there," one who was older stated matter-of-factly, making (Y/N) blush.

"You're the pretty lady!" the small girl exclaimed, pointing in (Y/N)’s direction. The older woman’s blush intensified. “Our daddy really likes you,” she stated then.

Almost immediately, one of the older siblings was smacking her shoulder, “dad said we weren’t supposed to tell!”

“Oops,” was all the little girl said, looking down at her legs bashfully.

John Shelby was entering the house from the early morning errand that his brother wanted him to run. He really hoped that (Y/N) was still here. He didn’t expect to be going out that morning. Arthur was down below screaming his name at six, and he wasn’t letting up until John came down. He quietly ascended the stairs and walked down the hall to his room. He hesitated in opening the door though because he was able to hear voices from inside. Children’s voices. Getting on with opening it, he found (Y/N) surrounded by his four children. He should’ve known that they’d come in here looking for him. They woke him up like this every morning.

What he didn’t expect was to see (Y/N) smiling. Most women would be appalled by the sight of for young kids jumping on them at the early hour of seven in the morning, but (Y/N) was smiling. John knew then that he had to keep (Y/N) in his life for as long as he could.

“Daddy! You’re back!” his youngest daughter, Janie, exclaimed once she noticed that he was in the room. All of a sudden, the four children were scrambling off the bed to hug their father.

“Hello! Yes, I’m back,” he greeted his kids with a smile as he patted each of their backs. “Thanks for keeping (Y/N) company for me,” he said then as he grinned over at the woman who was watching him with a smile.

“You were right, daddy. She is a lovely lady,” Katie smiled up at him, which made (Y/N)’s heart swell. It seemed like she was the oldest out of the group, so it was good to know that she had her approval.

“She is,” John agreed with his daughter, still smiling over at (Y/N). “Why don’t you all get ready for the day?” he suggested, and the kids all nodded their heads before they filed out of the bedroom. John sent (Y/N) a sheepish smile before he moved over to the bed and sat on the side of it. “I’m sorry I wasn’t here when you woke up.”

“That’s alright. I got a very lovely wake up from them,” she responded with a forgiving smile. “Why didn’t you tell me you have kids, John?” she asked him then. She wasn’t mad at him. She was moreso confused as to why he left such a big chunk of his life out of their relationship.

He sighed before looking at his lap. “Most women around here hit the road after I tell ‘em I’ve got four kids. I didn’t expect to be dating again, to be honest, but me first wife died from illness, so I had to,” he told her the truth, feeling no point in hiding it.

“I’m sorry to hear that, John,” she laid a comforting hand on top of his. “And if it grants any solace to you, I don’t plan on hitting the road now that I know this,” she smiled at him then.

“Really?” his eyes lit up as he heard what she had to say.

“Yes, really,” she nodded, laughing slightly at his overjoyed expression. “They were super adorable. Just like their father,” she smiled, leaning over to run her hand down his cheek.

“Well I’m happy you think that,” he stated before he leaned closer to her, “because I wasn’t going to be letting you go so easy. I think I’m in love with you, (Y/N),” he admitted, making (Y/N)’s heart flutter.

“I think I’m in love with you, too, John,” she whispered before she closed the space between them at matched her lips with his. “Oh, John...” she stated once they’d pulled away slightly.

“Hmm?” he asked, his lips brushing against hers as he spoke.

“I think I’m gonna be staying over at your house more often now. I’m going to really enjoy spending time with your kids,” she pulled away more to smile at him, looking into his eyes.

“I’m perfectly fine with that, darling,” he grinned, leaning in for another kiss before he continued, “just so long as me kids don’t steal you away from me completely.”

“I don’t think they will,” she assured him, her heart feeling completely full at the moment. Most women would run away from a dating situation when they found out that kids were involved, but for (Y/N), it just made things better.

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Tagged: @alreadybroken-ts @magicalxdaydream @the-anxious-youth @look-at-the-soul

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The reader is Aberama Gold’s eldest daughter, Esmeralda Gold in this fic.

Warnings: tense situations, blood, injuries, violence.

This fic might have dark themes which may irritate or offend some readers. But if you’ve seen Peaky Blinders and are familiar with Thomas Shelby, you’ll be okay.  The story, plot, character histories and back stories might not be relevant to the original “Peaky Blinders”. Warnings will change per chapter. This is my first fic. Hope you all like it. English is not my first language.

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Synopsis: Your father’s one mistake shall alter your life’s direction forever.

Word count:  2379 words

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SUMMARY: You work as a teacher at a fancy London kindergarten. Little Charlie Shelby likes you the most out of all the women working there and soon you find yourself spending more time with him and his father.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: Another modern AU story and for this one I had an idea for a longer time now. It turned out to be quite long while it’s only the beginning to be honest… So the thing is I am willing to write Part Two but only if you guys want me to! 🙈 In this one Tommy is a single father but Grace is not dead, she’s in the USA and she’s not in touch with him or Charlie (a bit of out of character perhaps but I needed it for the plot).

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PAIRING joker unseen arkham prisoner/reader

SUMMARY the man down the hall is a point of great intrigue for you

WARNINGS implied joker, smut/dry humping, manipulation

REQUESTED yes/no (definitely not, who would request this)

WORD COUNT 2k words

why did i write this? I don't even have a gif for this character? i was gonna write about druig. i don't know what happened.

Mystery surrounded the prisoner at the end of the hall, the one prisoner who nobody wished to speak about. He was allegedly just as fresh to Arkham as you were. However, while you were there to do a simple job, the man was an inmate. There was no other prisoner who spiked your interest quite as much as the man in the corner, leading into the hallway in which the next guard over had jurisdiction.

Every day, Eli, the man working in that hallway, took food and other materials to the prisoner. He claimed he was doing you a favor by not making you work with him. Perhaps, he truly believed that he was. But your interest got the better of you, and they had always said that curiosity was what killed the cat.

Laughter filled your ears every time you heard silence. Maniacal and loud, scheming and rhythmic. At first, the sound frightened you. Made you regret taking a job at the prison, knowing that was the type of person you would be working with. But other guards told you it was only him that frequently acted like that. when you asked about him, though, you were met with more questions. No name, no answer of why he was even in prison. Nobody wished to speak of him, and it only made you wish more and more to know something - anything - about him.

Everything fell into place for you the night that one of your co-workers fell ill, leaving the single overnight shift in this sector completely open. You jumped at the chance, knowing that you would be forced to interact with the mysterious prisoner. Others questioned you, asked you if you were sure of if you were insane for wanting to take an overnight shift despite being untrained on it, but you knew what you wanted. That night, you were left alone in the prison. The cameras only worked when they wanted to, and with a simple check to the un-blinking device, you knew that you were in the clear.

As soon as you finished your rounds, you went to the cell you saved for last. The one with the man laughing away, as if someone had told the funniest joke he had ever heard.

“I’ve got your food here.” You said, glancing down at the tray. “Don’t really know your name, sorry.” Typically, pleasantries were a part of the script that was given to the prisoners. You’d always start with their name, ask if they needed anything else. But nobody dared invoke this man’s name, especially not to you - considering how curious you were about it.

“You know the code, though. Don’t you?” His voice was different from what you had expected. Irish, if you were placing it correctly. Somewhat raspy, probably from all of the laughing that he did.

“The code?” You questioned, setting the food down as you unfolded the paper in your hand. “The code to your cell?” You asked, holding the paper up where he could see it.

“Yes, that code. You know it?”

“Well… yes. Otherwise I couldn’t unlock it to give you your food.” It was becoming increasingly clear to you why nobody wanted you to interact with him. Eli was always in and out, quick as possible. But you were playing into his game, and the confusion he wanted from you, was something he was getting.

A hum escaped his mouth as he leaned a little closer to the cell door, close enough that you could almost hear his breathing next to you. “Perhaps you could use the code to come inside, I can tell you’re curious.”

A scheme. The scheme that you could often hear in his laughter. “Not curious enough to die, though.” You answered, hovering your fingers over the buttons. Each number you pressed brought you closer and closer to a decision. Aching, yearning to know his name at the least.

“How could I kill you? I have no weapons, the walls are padded. The next sector is close enough that a guard would be here before strangulation would kill you.” He argued, walking further away - as you heard a slight creak, you could hear him getting back into his bed.

The points he was making were something to take into consideration. Everything he was saying was correct, he couldn’t physically kill you even if he wanted to. Even if the desire to feel someone’s blood against his skin was strong, it wasn’t a possibility for him. It was the next thing he said, that brought you to your final conclusion.

“I’ll tell you my name, if you come in.”

His name, it was all you wanted to know in the first place. Quickly, you averted your finger from the button to slide open the object slot, opting for ‘open door’ instead. Slowly, you walked into the cell. You assured yourself that you had your emergency key card on you, as you shut the door. You could get out if you wanted, but he couldn’t.

“What’s your name?” You asked, walking closer to him. His face was scarred, as though a smile permanently remained on it. He was almost terrifying to look at, yet you couldn’t tear your eyes away. Perhaps a car wreck was too harsh a metaphor to describe a human being, but who knows how many people this man has killed.

“Aw, don’t jump there already. We’ve only started talking.” He pouted, leaning back on his hands as he watched you. As you set the tray of food down on the nightstand, you slowly walked closer. You were at least two feet away from him. As close as you should get.

A sigh escaped your lips, he was toying with you. Of course he was, you shouldn’t have fallen into this trap. “I can just look up your records, you know.”

“How can you do that without my name?”

“Cell number.”

“Well, if you could’ve looked me up by my cell number, you wouldn’t be in here right now.”

Ah. You were caught, that much was clear. Technically you could look him up by his cell number, but it would be reported back to your boss and would create a mess if you had to explain that you were ‘just curious’. Regardless, your deflated expression and less-than-confident body language was enough to send the man into another fit of his signature laughter. Your eyes practically rolled into the back of your skull as you slipped your keycard from your belt, going toward the door.

The moment you were away, you felt a hand grab your wrist and tug you against a nearly heaving chest. “Don’t leave until I ask you to.”

The humor in his face was completely gone, and you were distracted by how quickly he had rushed over to where you were from how relaxed he was sitting on the bed. But the smile returned the moment he saw the fear in your eyes, as he pulled you over to the bed. You were completely at his whim, letting him pull you onto his lap as your knees fell at either side of his waist.

“Is this not more fun than sitting in a dark room, waiting for the sun to rise?” He asked, teasing and snideness clear in his voice as a hand trailed down your cheek. “C’mon, say something. I know you only took this shift for me.”

Your brain nearly short-circuited at that. “How? How do you know that?” It was the truth, but a truth you hadn’t told anyone. You claimed you took the shift for the money, and since you were young and living alone, it was a believable excuse. how could he have possibly figured out the truth.

“Isn’t it convenient that someone got ‘food poisoning’ the day you almost looked up my information? The friends you keep aren’t always the friends you need.”

The words left you completely dumbfounded. Was he accusing the girl who was sick of working for him? Or had he had someone kill her. The thoughts were cut short as you felt a hand slowly creeping down the front of your torso, leaving you completely conflicted. You should leave, you knew that much. Yet, you couldn’t bring yourself to. It was wrong, to allow him to slowly start to grind against you. Wrong, reluctantly follow your body’s impulses and return the motions. Yet, something about it felt incredibly right in your mind, in your body. The man had left you completely enthralled for weeks, without having even had a face to match the nearly annoying laughter filling your ears. Who was to say that you couldn’t allow him to enthrall you in a different way, as his hands reached around to rest on your backside.

“It feels right to be at my mercy, doesn’t it?”

No answer came to him, as you bit down on your lip. Even if the cameras weren’t working, the walls didn’t stop other inmates from hearing. You needed to be quiet, if you weren’t someone else could hear. Your job, maybe even your life, would be on the line if someone heard you giving into your bodily urges.

“Answer me.” He demanded, gripping your chin with one of his hands. The feeling of his hand on your chin was rough, it felt like he was squeezing harder than he needed to - but you didn’t mind, it somehow made it feel better.

“It feels good.” Your mind was effectively sizzled by the feeling, by the way that you knew you should’ve felt ashamed of yourself - but that shame never happened to come, because you could only feel completely and utterly lost in the feelings that were filling your body, at the sensation that having the hardened cock beneath layers of clothing applying pressure in all of the right places was giving you.

There was something so very forbidden about it, something so taboo and wrong, that only made it better. You wanted to hate yourself for what you were doing, to loathe what person you were going to be when you walked out of this cell - but you didn’t. You wanted this, you wondered if you had wanted this from the beginning. If your curiosity was sparked by attraction, attraction to the one person that everyone had wanted to be completely forbidden from you and anyone else who entered the prison.

Your movements started to become more erratic as he pulled you down against him, harder than before as his hips moved at a quick rhythm. Despite being clothed, it wasn’t hard to tell that he was most likely close to his climax. You could feel the slight throbbing underneath you, just as you could feel the throbbing in your clit as you quickly worked your way to an orgasm. It was quick, coming on like a freight-train as you reached your peak. Your hands gripped the man’s shoulders as his teeth bit down on your neck, undoubtedly wetting the trousers he was wearing with his cum.

After a moment, coming down from the high of your own orgasms. You felt him push you up. Quickly, he grabbed the key-card from your belt and pushed you toward the door, opening the lock for you and ushering you out.

“I- Your name! You said you’d tell me your name-”

“Another time. Don’t worry, more of these overnight shifts will be available.” He quickly returned to his bed, you could hear the movement of the tray of food as he sat down.

With a sigh, you proceeded to the room you were left to wait in, the office which you often found boredom in. But you weren’t bored, your mind was racing as you thought of what had happened. Of his face, of the lack of a name, of the promise that more shifts would be available. You didn’t know what he did to the overnight person, the one you were covering for, but you couldn’t find the urge in your own brain to care. It was clear why the others wanted you kept far away from someone as manipulative and scheming as this inmate, but, perhaps some things were best kept as a secret.

welcome home, soldier | tommy shelby

request: [reader] and Tommy met during the war through letters(she was his rock during the hardest times and he confided on her everything ,even the family job ). after the war is over ,Tommy is set on meeting her face to face, her brother died on the field and she’s struggling ,so they finally set a date and it’s all kinds of romantic.

“Here, Tommy”

He looked up, cig hanging from his mouth, half frozen hands stilling where they lay on his gun. He was bored to death and cleaning it for the third time today, sat in an alcove buried into the side of the trench.

“What is it, Frank?”

“Letter for you”

He scowled, holding his hand out for the paper.

“Already had mine today”

“It off my sister”

“What?”

Frank laughed, dropping into his own burrow opposite and scanning his own letter.

“She wanted to say thank you ‘to that Tommy guy’ for, and I quote ‘saving my absolute idiot of a brother from his own stupidity’. So…I think she misses me”

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