I've Got A Little Request For A Fic. I'm In Love With Your Writings For Billy And I'd Like To Know How

I've got a little request for a fic. I'm in love with your writings for billy and I'd like to know how his wedding day would be.

Is he scared? Is he cocky as usual? Does he even care or is he doing this just for his partner? Does he want to run? And what's his reaction seeing his partner the wirst time in their wedding attire? Just.. just fluff. Pure, teeth rotting fluff? Or angst? Or both? I don't know :D

a/n: aaa okay ik you mentioned like a reaction to wedding attire- but I found it hard to segway into that from what I was already writing, so I think I'm gonna do another part to this/separate piece just on his reaction to his s/o in their wedding clothes!

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Reader

Length: 1.5k

Warnings: Tiny angst? Mention of Neil/abusive parenting, commitment issues, fluffy Biwwy, also Max and Billy being siblings if for some reason you don't like that

'Ready' for Forever - B.H.

What the fuck was he doing?

Billy asked himself for the hundredth time as he looked at himself in the mirror. It felt so bizarre, so weird and wrong. But in a good way- he thinks.

He's always dressed nice, he takes pride in his appearance- but his appearance wasn't fully buttoned-up shirts and dress pants. That wasn't him. He'd be more comfortable in a jean jacket and an open shirt or a plain short sleeve shirt with jeans.

A suit was not something that fit him. He wasn't sure if he looked completely ridiculous or just out of place. Maybe a bit of both.

The tie in his hands isn't something he wants to put on either. It's a matter of staying true to himself and "looking presentable."

It was his wedding after all.

His wedding. God, it didn't sound real, it didn't sound... Possible.

Billy Hargrove had believed he was destined to be alone. He was used to having sex with someone and never seeing them or speaking to them again. It was how he liked it- maybe he'd play with someone for a few weeks, but he didn't stick around. He never planned to- never wanted to.

Commitment was scary. It was something that Billy had never experienced before- having someone commit themselves to him and vice versa. Even in his familial life, no one had been committed to him.

His mom had left. His dad's only commitment was to make his life a living hell. Susan was a quiet bystander and Max... Well, actually, Max had been the only person in his family who tried sometimes. And they weren't even biologically related.

It was a lot better now. She was his sister. He never hated her- it took years to get where they were now.

"Do you know how to tie that?"

Speak of the devil and she shall appear.

Billy glared at his sister in the not too small but also not quite big enough mirror in front of him, the tie still in his hands. Max stood at the door in a woman's suit, a plain shirt under a blazer, her bright red hair was pulled back into a ponytail.

"Do you?" He said more harshly than he intended.

"Nope."

"Then shut up," he rolled his eyes as she fully stepped into the room, getting ready to take the tie from his hands, "what?"

"I'm sure we can hack it or whatever."

"I'm not wearing this fuckin' thing," his words were laced with disgust as if the piece of fabric offended him greatly. In some ways, perhaps it did because it didn't fit him. It wasn't him, "I can tie a tie. I just don't want to wear the damn thing."

"You can tie a tie? Since when?"

"Since you kept your smart ass mouth shut and minded your own fuckin' business, Max."

"So you can't tie it?"

Billy didn't even bother to offer a response. His nerves were too high, if not for that he'd have shot back at Max. Their banter was something he enjoyed nowadays- it had really become sibling-like.

But his stomach felt weird, and his chest felt tighter, his hands weren't as steady as usual- God he was nervous.

Billy Hargrove was actually fucking nervous; really nervous.

His fight or flight actually wanted him to take flight for once, and he was usually all fight. He hated it so much, it felt so weak and naked. Like he was laid bare for the world to attack.

He knew it was fine, but anxiety liked to think otherwise. People didn't look at Billy and think "anxiety" but it was something he was familiar with. But he was good at hiding. Good at making it look like anger.

"Wow, you're actually nervous," Max says with some amount of disbelief. But how could she expect otherwise, he was getting married, to someone he loved more than he ever thought he could love. Someone special.

You.

"Gee Max, thanks for pointing out the goddamn obvious,- really appreciate that."

Frayed nerves were a dangerous look on Billy Hargrove.

Max held her hands up in defense and even surrender. To what? To whatever banter they were brewing that could end in an actual fight if she wasn't careful in those moments.

The redhead felt for him. She really did. Sure, seeing him actually not in control of the situation and looking so out of his element elicited the smallest of smiles on her face, but aside from that, she felt for him.

The two had managed to find that sibling relationship they both wanted but hadn't realised how badly they wanted it. You had helped, sure, you were a tether between them sometimes. But Starcourt, almost dying on Billy's part, that's what really did it.

Before then, after the incident at the Wheelers home with the baseball bat and everything, the two step-siblings found themselves stuck in some weird limbo with one another.

They were at a point where Billy knew Max wouldn't deal with his shit like before and Max would fight back. A point where they still argued, and he still drove her around begrudgingly because of his father and her mother, but a point that was no longer as volatile. It was a point that swam dangerously close to the shore, one that needed help finding itself and just exactly where they were.

They were almost like siblings. But something was there still. Anger maybe, a misunderstanding.

And Starcourt changed it all. Things were put into perspective, Max had almost lost her brother, and Billy had done things that...

Well, to put it simply, it forced the two to talk. To really speak. And a few years down the line, they really were like siblings. They are siblings.

So how could she not feel for him at that moment; Max had come to know him well.

"Look, I'm sure it's all gonna be okay," unsure of how to help, Max offered her words slowly, and when he didn't respond she continued, "it'll be a few minutes of your life- listening to some old man talk and then saying I do. It's easy. Then you can spend the rest of your life never wearing a suit again."

"It's not the stupid fuckin' suit," Billy snaps, throwing the tie to the side, not caring where it lands, "It's not justthe stupid fuckin' suit."

Words left unsaid linger in the air but Max is fairly sure she knows what the problem really is.

"You've been with them for years," Max says resolutely, picking the tie up from the ground, "and you've been living with them for at least two. You're basically already like a married couple, all you're doing now is making it official. You've been committed this whole time and so have they, just not on paper."

Max was right. Billy had been with you for years now, the two of you had a little house together (still in goddamn Hawkins- he couldn't leave Max to deal with his dad till she was old enough to move on her own- and it was sort of growing on him. Only a bit) and he wanted no one but you.

It was always going to be you for him, he had come to accept that years ago. That was fact for him. And it took a lot of time, talks, and work for him to conclude that it would only ever be you.

Commitment was scary. But hadn't he been committed all along? Just not on paper, not by law.

It eased his mind a smidge- but he was still wound tight. He supposed he'd just have to go do it, get married, and just deal with the anxiety of it all because it wouldn't just go away.

He wanted you. As much as he could have you, in every way he could.

"I ain't wearing the fuckin' tie," Billy finally mutters, akin to a child, "and I'm not keeping this shit buttoned all the way up. Look like a goddamn butler."

Billy's already unbuttoning a few of the white shirts buttons, revealing his chest more. There's a gnarly-looking scar in the center, one that reminded him of bad times. But one he had slowly come to accept.

It looked kind of badass too.

"They'll probably appreciate that."

Max puts the tie on the table in the room and shrugs her shoulders, making her way to the door.

"You better hurry up, or you'll be the one walking down the aisle with flowers while they're the ones at the other end."

Billy scoffs. Him, holding flowers and walking down the aisle? No way in hell.

Max is gone, and Billy is alone in the room again. He looks at himself and feels a bit more like himself. Shirt more open, no ugly tie, earring in his ear (the matching earring to the set is in yours) and his hair is wavy, curly; a single curl falls over his forehead.

Breathe in deep. Let it out.

Goddamn. He's not sure he'll ever feel ready. But he knows that he is ready.

Maybe he doesn't really care too much about 'marriage.' He knows you are already his, it's just words, law. But if it makes you happy, then he's going to do it. Besides, you having his last name sounds kind of nice. 

Pizza?

Request: Request: Jason and is gf have dick and Roy over to discuss some very serious talk about their next mission and intend to be very very focused. Somehow they went completely off track where someone’s ordered 5 pizzas (everyone was fighting over which to get) and lots of garlic bread, dick and jays gf were having a dirty dance just dance dance off and all 4 of them just doing weird shit and just being a laughing mess. Bruce calls them a few hours later for an update and they’re like “oh shit”.

“One Thirty. Time to start our meeting.” Dick announces in the small apartment.

It’s you and Jason’s apartment and meeting hall for right now. Dick, Jason, Roy, and Barbra are over to talk about the next mission. The 4 of them infiltrate someone while you sit on comms and handle hacking and monitoring security systems.

At first the talk is serious. Then Roy brakes out your alcohol.

“No, this is a serious meeting.” Barbra states.

“One beer never hurt Babs. Come one. Guys?” Roy pleads.

Dick and Jason happily accept.

“Well… I guess one wont hurt.” You contest and take one.

Barbra sighs and accepts the beer Roy hands her.

Soon the beer is replaced with harder alcohols. Shots start pouring and don’t seem to want to stop. You and Brabra turn on some music and start dancing around the living room together. The boys appreciate this.

“Who wants pizza?” Jason calls out after half an hour.

“Pineapple pizza!” Dick shouts. This is followed by universal groans.

“Not again.” Barbra then speaks up. “No pineapple. Anything but pineapple. Like ham.”

“No way! Pepperoni. It’s a classic.” Roy demands.

“More like over bought. Cheese steak pizza is better.” You argue.

“Or barbecue chicken?” Jason asks.

Multiple fake gaging sounds erupt.

“Fine. All of them.” Jason huffs then grabs his phone.

After an hour theres pizza and drinks and no actual plan formed.

That’s when Bruce calls.

“Oh. Shit.” Jason shouts.

Everyone freezes.

“What’s the plan?!” Dick yells.

Billy x girlfriend reader who loves to ride him and is trying her absolute best to be quiet because Max and El are a few rooms down and afterward she makes dinner for them and El goes “We’re those happy screams” and Billy can’t stop laughing at her embarrassed expression😭

this was supposed to be short but it’s actually quite long i’m v sorry anon (GAH IM NOT HAPPY W THE ENDING BUT U KNOW IM POSTING ANYWAYS)

content warnings: smut 16+ (p in v), oral (m receiving) mild dacryphilia, (kind of) breathplay (??), face fucking, billy’s a lil bit soft for reader<33

“F-fuck!” you squeal, head lolling as you bounce yourself with vigour onto Billy’s cock. His hands guide your hips at a brutal pace, lifting and dropping you back onto him until you’re crying.

His broad hand flies to cover your drooling mouth in an effort to keep you quiet; he grunts, cradling the back of your head with the other hand and pulling you to the juncture of his neck. He removes the hand from your kiss bitten lips as soon as he’s got you firmly fixed against his skin and you begin to mouth at his jaw, sucking, kissing, biting.

“Atta girl,” he murmurs lowly, clasping your hand in his as you grab for his hair. “‘ve got ya, calm down.”

“Feels too good,” you mumble, teary eyed. He coos mockingly, the gentle thumb that comes up to push away your tears contrasting his mean tone.

“My baby’s fucked dumb already?” You nod, too high on the feeling of him buried deep inside of you to register that he’s teasing. It’s not long until your legs ache and you start to slow, frustrated by how close you are but not quite being able to get there.

“‘s alright, just hold on to me,” Billy instructs, pushing you back and fucking up into you meanly. You try your utmost to keep quiet until Billy sticks three calloused digits down your throat, stretching your mouth to accommodate them. The action alone makes you clench around him; the vibrations of your moans against his fingers go straight to his cock. He laughs. “Fuckin’ slut, you like bein’ treated like a stupid whore?”

Your noises are high and strung out and completely incoherent; he slows and deepens his movements, hitting the sweet spot inside of you that has you turning white hot and seizing up.

“Mmh, cumm-ing…” you manage to choke out around his fingers.

You squirm and convulse, trying to push him away, but he fucks you through it, letting you pull cruelly at his curly locks as you thrash. Once your sounds grow short and sharp, he knows you’ve had enough and pulls out, tugging at his dick.

“In my mouth,” you breathe out. “Please.” He smirks, pulling you to the end of your bed so your tear streaked face hangs off of the edge. He grabs two fistfuls of your hair, pushing in until he hits the back of your throat.

“Shit, fuckin’ tight, jesus,” he swears, using your throat as a fleshlight. Every time you gag around him, he moans. “Oh, yeah. This keepin’ that slutty mouth quiet?”

You’d answer if you could, but you’re preoccupied with stifling your gurgling sounds as you gasp for air, nose pressed against his balls.

“Good girl, fuck, that’s it.” He pushes all the way in, holding your nostrils shut as he shoots his load straight down your throat with a stuttered moan. You slap at his thighs, your head growing fuzzy the longer he cuts off your air supply, until eventually he lets go, grinning as you crawl up the bed and gasp.

He sits himself next to you, opening his arms ever so slightly. It’s the most invitation you’ll get from him, so you take it, crawling into his lap. It’s quiet as you wrap your arms around him, nuzzling into his neck, until he breaks the silence with a,

“You did good.”

Your eyelids flutter and you give him a dopey smile; you startle when you feel his own arms wrap around you and tug your naked form closer. Cuddling is a completely new concept for him; he seems to enjoy being this close to you, almost as though you’re one person.

You give yourself a minute to enjoy his closeness, eyes shut as you doze quietly against him, and then you’re pushing yourself away despite his almost silent protests.

“Where are you going?” he asks as you pull your clothes back on, doing your best to hide the array of bruises littered over your skin.

“I told the girls I’d make them dinner, remember?” You snag one of his t-shirts and pull it over your head, inhaling his strong scent of cheap cologne and cigarettes.

“Yeah, I remember.” He stands and pulls his clothes back on, kissing your jaw.

It’s mostly quiet as you get to work on dinner for the girls. Billy sits and watches you from the table, lips quirking into a smile as you hop around, plating things up and setting the table.

You call the girls for dinner and they bound down the stairs eagerly, sitting opposite where you and Billy have situated yourselves. They eat in silence, every so often exchanging snickers that have you cocking an eyebrow.

“What’s so funny?”

El turns to face you, leaning forward slightly. Her eyes widen and her lips part as she whispers, as though the two of you are sharing a secret.

“Were those happy screams?”

You choke on a mouthful of pasta, hands flying to cover your stricken face. You can just about make out Billy’s smug, grinning expression from beside you and you elbow him. He laughs, leaning towards El.

“Yeah, those were very happy screams.”

“Billy, shut up!”

“What?”

You’re mortified, and you spend the rest of the meal dead silent, your face burning.

“Babe, it’s not a big deal,” Billy laughs, seemingly amused by your humiliation.

“Yeah, for you! Cos you can be all smug about it. It’s embarrassing for me!”

Max coughs, nudging your foot under the table.

“It’s okay. If it’s any consolation, we didn’t even hear that much.”

You hide your face, rigid as Billy tugs you into his lap. The rumble of his chest as he laughs makes you purse your lips primly and bat at his chest.

“You’re so mean!”

“It’s funny!”

so anyways

So does anybody else in the Billy Hargrove loving part of this fandom, have a thing for smoking? 👀

Yeah, we know. Smoking is bad for you, it kills you. Save your lungs. Don't smoke, kids! Stay in school! Ect ect...

「 Shotgun 」

✯ Pairing: Billy Hargrove x (fem)Reader

✯ Summary: Just smutty smoking kink brain vomit. Plain and simple.

✯ CW: Smoking (lots of it), smut, oral sex (m receiving), dom!Billy, unprotected PiV sex, rough sex, creampie, pain play

🛑 18+ MINORS DNI 🛑

✯ Word Count: 1.3k

✯ A/N: Just a short lil thing I thought about while I was writing Part 2 for Kiss, Marry, Kill (still coming soon). Had to make it a separate thing of course, because it's not fluffy at all 🤣🤣 just horny brain going brrrr. ♡

Billy plopped down on your couch with a huff. He laid back, manspreading with a lit cigarette between his lips. You just admired how damn good he looked from the other side of the room, ready to walk over to him and straddle his lap. Until his voice stops you in your tracks.

"Nuh uh, babe." He pulls the cigarette away to exhale a thick puff of smoke, and points his finger towards the floor. "On your knees."

The rasp in his voice made you weak. Ready to do anything he requested, if he spoke like that. So you lowered down to your hands and knees, crawling slowly towards him as he curled his finger. Beckoning to you. Drawing you closer. "That's a good girl. You know what to do."

You did. This was a routine between you two when he was stressed. Goodness, was he stressed after today. Already on his third cigarette in the past two hours. He needed this. Needed your special brand of relief. The kind that had you immediately reaching to unbuckle his belt once you found yourself between his spread legs.

Billy carried on taking drags, not lifting a finger to help you free his cock from the confines of his jeans. All he did was sigh with relief when it finally escaped and sprung up, almost slapping you in the face. Wouldn't be the first time. You stroked him slowly, squeezing hard enough to feel his pulse in your hand. Anything to get a reaction.

"Are you gonna play with it, or get to the point?" He spat, looking down at you. The tone was harsh, but it was attention nonetheless. That was the game. Do something worthy of his attention, and you might be rewarded. So long as you do it in a timely fashion. Billy could be very impatient when he's riled up. Stress made him a ticking time bomb.

Your response was wrapping your lips around his tip, sucking softly and circling with your tongue. Teasing. Just before his hand came down on the back of your head. His hips rolled up, forcing his entire length into your mouth in one push. A satisfied groan leaving his mouth as he heard you gag. "If I have to fuck your throat to cum, then there's no reason for me to fuck your pussy. Right?"

Your eyes teared up, struggling to shake your head no in response to his words. You needed him just as much as he needed you. Only your relief was based on him railing you. Fucking you into the mattress like he wanted to drive you straight through the damn thing. He knew that. So he held it over your head whenever you misbehaved.

"No? Then be my good girl, and do what you're told."

He flicked ashes on to your back, where the bottom of your shirt rode up to expose your skin. You felt the heat for all of two seconds, but it was enough to make your eyelids flutter. Your throat relaxed, giving into the usual rhythm of taking his full size. He removed his hand once you started to move on your own. Slurping up the saliva that pooled and escaped the corners of your mouth. That earned you a genuine, full bodied moan. You cherished the sound. Aching to hear more.

Your body worked on autopilot, bobbing and slurping. Licking and stroking. Alternating back and forth between the two. At first he just continued to smoke his cigarette and stare at the ceiling, as if you weren't even there. The more effort you gave, the more you got from him. Pinching the cigarette so hard he almost crushed the filter. He held it away, squinting his eyes as he exhaled sharply. "Just like that, baby. Oohhh, that's so fucking good."

Internally you were beaming with pride, egged on by his praise as if he were giving you a medal for 'World's Best Cock Sucker'. You almost didn't care if he came in your mouth instead of buried deep inside your pussy. It would only fuel your ego (temporarily). But he was true to his word, and yanked your head up with his free hand. Bringing you face to drool-covered face with him. Not a care in a world for how messy you looked. He leaned in like he was going to kiss you, but stopped just as his lips brushed against yours. He made a small 'O' with his lips, blowing smoke right into your mouth. Which you inhaled greedily. Tasting the tobacco and leftover mint from his gum.

"Come up here and get your prize." He said with a wink. Letting you stand and hastily remove your pants and panties. You didn't even bother with getting completely naked. All he needed was access to your pussy. Access you would grant him any day of the week.

"I know you're too damn impatient to let me take you upstairs, so-" He patted his lap, pulling his pants down just enough to give him more movement in his hips and legs. "Skipped my core workout today anyway. So, I guess this kills two birds with one stone."

You straddled his lap, waiting for him to line himself up with you. He rubbed the tip of his cock through your folds to coat himself with your slick before he pulled you down. You were smart enough to not let the position fool you. Regardless of whether you were on top or not, he was the one fucking you. His hands planted, palms down, into the couch cushions beneath him for leverage. Feet planted as well. You readied yourself for the ride of your life, and mentally prepared for the stomach ache you'll be feeling all day tomorrow.

Up, up, and up. He thrusted upward with his full body, lifting his ass off the couch every time he stuffed his full length into you. Bouncing you on him like a bucking bronco. His cigarette (still tucked between his lips) was almost burned down to the filter, dropping ash on his exposed chest as he fucked you senseless. Either he was too focused to feel it, or didn't care. So you raised a shaky hand and plucked it out of his mouth, putting it to your own lips to take the last few pulls. You almost went into a coughing fit, inhaling smoke as a moan pushed it's way out of your mouth. It made him chuckle and fuck you harder. Huffing and groaning with sweat soaking the curls that bounced on his forehead.

He had to be stirring your intestines like pasta around a fork (although you knew that wasn't at all how anatomy worked). So impossibly deep, you felt like he was splitting you open. Breaking the dam of your climax that caused you make the space between you both so wet and slippery. Your eyes were all over the place, going in and out of focus. Catching glimpsed of his face, contorting as he succumbed to his own pleasure. "Do it." He pushed out between gritted teeth. "Put it out. I'm so close."

You nodded, unable to even speak but you understood what he wanted. You pulled the remains of the cigarette away from your mouth, pressing the lit tip of it to his abdomen. His whole body shook, vibrating as he cried out. Reaching his climax at the exact same time. His legs finally gave out, bringing you both down to a sweaty heap on the couch.

"Shit, Billy.. I don't wanna get sweat all in it. Let me clean it." You peeled yourself off of his sticky torso, looking down at the small circular burn on his skin. Fresh and red. He chuckled. "A little too late for that, darlin'. We can take care of that in a minute. Just..." Instead of finishing his sentence, he pulled you back in to his embrace. You wouldn't get too many mushy words out of him. Actions however, were more likely. He would show you how much he cares about you. Like now, pressing kisses to your forehead and the side of your face. Whatever surface was in reach. He didn't have to energy to bend and capture your lips.

"Better than fuckin' therapy." He sighed.

"Honey... That's concerning."

✯ A/N: I swear, I am scarring my roomate for life with all the random questions I ask him, for the sake of my smut. 🤣

Me: Hey roommate, you know about working out and shit, right?

Roommate: Yeah, I go to the gym-

Me: What's it called when you workout like this? *proceeds to lay on my back and pelvic thrust into the air like a damn fool* I know I've seen people do it with weights but I dunno the name.

Roommate: *sighs and reaches for vodka*

Anyway, hope you enjoy this short little smut-let. Part 2 of Kiss, Marry, Kill will be posted properly later today. ♡ Then I have a request to work on, and Part 2 of Until The Sun Comes Up.

Ao3, Masterlist, more links coming soon...

We need for fics with powerful people. I love this <3

“Devil is a Woman” | Thomas Shelby x Reader

SUMMARY: The devil has put her eyes in her next victim, but this time is different. This time she found an interesting toy. The man she has her claws on is at her mercy and he would do anything for her. Even take the life of an innocent one.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: Ok. This has to be one of the largest one shots I’ve ever done. This is inspired by the song The Devil is a Woman by Bishop Gun, for the Halfway 2K event of @runnning-outof-time . I think I might get a little bit out of the lyrics of the song…maybe (Special thanks to @notyour-valentine for helping me with the last details)

CONTAINS: Smut, Insults, arranged marriage

WARNING: +18, mentions of suicide.

WORD COUNT: 3,460

MASTERLIST

“Devil is a Woman”

”That girl is trouble” Arthur said as he pointed his cigarette at the girl dressed in white sitting at the bar as his brothers looked in her direction, she had an innocent aura, she smiled coquettishly at a boy who had surely bought her a drink so he could talk to her and secure his place as her companion for the rest of the night “It is rumored that she is behind the suicide of that guy who was found a couple of days ago hanging near the river.”

Tommy took what was left of his glass before looking at his brother “They are only rumors Arthur”

”Do you even know who she is?” he exclaimed in a more exasperated tone. “She is the daughter of Colonel Edwards”

The Edwards were a family decorated by the crown for their services in the war. They lived in the wealthier part of London. So far away from the filthy streets of Small Heath

“Less than two years ago, they were involved in the death of a man who also ended up hanging by his own hand, soon before sending their only daughter far away to dispel the rumors, that’s rather suspicious”

John looked at his brother with a raised eyebrow, "How do you know all that?"

"People talk brother"

"That doesn't mean everything they say is true," Tommy added. Knowing that his brother would spend his time talking about gossip and rumors like an old lady, he would have stayed working in his office. He had better things to do.

"Speaking of the devil," John whispered, announcing the presence of the girl approaching them. Apparently leaving her companion behind.

She stopped standing in front of them, while she smiled slightly "Good afternoon guys” her eyes fell directly on Tommy “Can I speak with you Mr. Shelby? In private?"

With his serious face, he looked into her eyes. Apparently she wasn't intimidated by him. She kept her smile while holding her gaze "Are you a whore?"

It was nothing out of the ordinary for women to come up to him and offer him a good time.

Her smile disappeared and her gaze turned like the fire that intended to burn him, more stronger than the shots of whiskey he used to drink. “Because if you are not you’re in the wrong place”

"I'm here to talk about business" she said leaving aside that friendly sideways attitude she showed a few moments ago. "Not every woman who comes up to you wants to suck your dick, you know?"

John and Arthur just stared at the scene before them silently. Nobody expected that answer, a common girl would have been embarrassed, would have blushed and then left without saying anything about it.

No one dared talk to Tommy like that, no one. Either she was very foolish or very brave.

"I'll come talk to you in your office tomorrow morning, I think I have something that might interest you" and without waiting for an answer, she left the place.

And just as she said, she showed up at his office early in the morning. Her gaze remained like a burning and living flame that had not been extinguished since yesterday. Well, she wouldn't look at him kindly after he had called her a whore.

It was a bit disconcerting how her appearance deterred her attitude. She was wearing a pastel pink dress, and had round doll-like eyes like the baby dolls that his sister Ada wanted when she was a child.

A doll talking about business with a gangster, what a funny and ironic game.

“For a price my father will get your enemies out of the way”

Tommy just listened to her and watched intently. His father could be a very powerful ally or threatening enemy. Apparently he had interests in his business. It was not surprising that high-ranking people were involved in illegal actions for money purposes.

“He might even get rid of Campbell and the people involved in the case.”

“And what does the colonel ask for in return?”

“Thirty percent of the proceeds from the stolen guns”

Tommy chuckles while exhaling the smoke of his cigarette. “Then there is no deal Miss Edwards”

She just looked at him silently for a few moments with thoughtful eyes. “Alright then, I think it's something that can still be negotiable” she got up from her seat “I'll talk to my father and I'll come later then”

Before she could turn around and leave, Tommy spoke again. “Why doesn't he himself come to negotiate instead of-“

”Instead of his whore daughter?” she blurted out in a dry but sarcastic way.

Apparently she didn't let go of how he had addressed her the day before at the pub.

Tommy sighed “I didn’t mean that”

“Yesterday you didn't say that about me Mr. Shelby” It was time to end this meeting, she didn't want to get an empty apology from him. “It's time for me to go now. I'll talk to my father and then I'll meet with you again. I know you would prefer to speak face to face with him, but you will understand that he cannot let them see him with you for the moment until he feels that you are a trustworthy man.”

She headed for the door to leave at once.

“Are you free tonight?”

She was already about to turn the doorknob to get out of his office

“Why do you ask?” She was suspicious of the reason for this unexpected question but she still wanted to hear him say it.

His aura of confidence was still standing, which connoted that he didn't care in the least bit about answering.

“Would you mind if I invite you to dinner?”

He didn't know what he had just gotten himself into.

5 months later

Y/n visited his parents from time to time. Once a month to be more precise. She still wasn't coming back home, after all her name was still being entwined with the suicide of Edward Johnson, the son of general Oscar Johnson.

Father and son participated in the war, and it was expected that they would experience the same effects as the rest of the men who fought against the Germans in the most infamous war that has been seen so far. Nightmares, insomnia, depression and suicidal thoughts were some of the effects caused by this traumatic event.

But despite that, he looked like a man in the prime of his life despite everything that happened. Therefore, it was totally unpredictable to find his lifeless body hanging by his neck with his sheets from the window of his room, not a note, not a last message. A truly scandalous event. Many attributed this act to the trauma generated by the war, after all it was not uncommon for former soldiers to take their own lives after witnessing the massacre that caused the death of many innocent men.

But many others got suspicious about the lovely girl that used to hang at his arm while she smiled at him warmly. Just giving him a piece of her love and affection that he couldn’t really have. She took the broken pieces of a lost and sad man to put them together and just for fun she broke him again, making it ashes and with nothing to repair to form even half of the man that was left. But of course, people could just spout words into the air without any proof, but sometimes some rumors could turn out to be true.

The Edwards were having tea in the living room, it was early fall so it was cold enough to be in the garden “Looks like there was another incident around Small Heath a few months ago,” Colonel Edwards said, emphasizing the pronunciation of incident. It was clear where he wanted to go. “A man hanged himself near the river”

“What do you want to get at with this?” Mrs. Edwards asked. If she didn't, her husband was capable of spinning the whole thing with hints for the rest of the day. This time Mr. Edwards addressed his daughter directly, who was sitting across from them both. “Did you know that man Y/n?”

She seemed unfazed by the question, as if he had only asked her if she wanted the last piece of the pie instead of directly accusing her about the death of a poor factory worker. "Would it change anything if it were?" she lifted her cup to her lips to absorb the tea. That seemed to be more interesting than that question.

Her mother was the one who addressed her this time "Did he leave any note or farewell letter?" Having taken a sip of the tea that was starting to get cold, she finally looked up at her mother. "He didn't leave anything, everyone believes it was a forced suicide, it's not uncommon for people to die in that place every day," she said firmly. Y/n already wanted to forget that topic. Low-class trash that no one would remember was not worth giving importance or attention to.

His father seemed satisfied with her answer. "Good, we don't want it to happen like last time"

"I'm only staying here for three days, you don't need to call" Y/n said as she looked around to make sure prying ears didn't hear who she was talking to.

A serious voice answered on the other end of the line "You didn't call me" there was a brief pause, she assumed that he was expelling the smoke of his cigarette. “You said you would call when you arrived”

"I didn't see it necessary" a lopsided smile formed on her rosy lips "the great Thomas Shelby has important things to do after all"

"I took the day off, so today you are the only matter of importance that I have to attend to."

She laughed lightly "Oh incredible, I am of great importance to the great king of Small Heath, I am flattered."

Despite not having him in front of her, she could visualize his smile generated by her sarcastic comment. "Have I ever made you feel otherwise?"

She let out a small laugh "Of course not, you know that"

It was already night, Y/n and her mother were in the living room by the fireplace while they read. It was already a habit between the two, after dinner they both spent time together before going to sleep while her father spent time in his office.

"You spoke to a man on the phone earlier in the afternoon, didn't you?" Her mother asked, breaking the silence in the room.

"Why do you ask if you already know the answer mother"

She scoffed “I can tell you like him” Y/n lowered her book and looked at her mother with a raised eyebrow. “And he likes you too”

If only she knew that man was smitten, no, enamored with her daughter.

“I doubt that,” she answered. “He is one of the men my dad is getting involved”

The older woman just nodded her head “I see” she closed the magazine she was reading a moment ago “His name is Thomas Shelby isn’t it?”

Y/n looked at her with a surprised face “You were listening” she claimed.

“Just enough darling, his name is getting known all over Birmingham” she turned her gaze to see the burning flame in the fireplace. ”He will go far, I tell you. From what I heard is that he is an ambitious man that will do anything to have what he wants” she returned her knowing gaze to her daughter “Don't get involved with this one”

Y/n gave her a quizzical look “Not this one uh?” She closed his book and put it on the small table next to it.

The woman sighed “You are engaged remember that”

“Dad didn’t mention any of it so far” talking about her engagement wasn’t something that she looked forward to.

“He will soon,” her mother responded. “Just because he sent you away temporarily doesn't mean your marriage plans are no longer in place.” she looked at the unpleasant face of her daughter to sigh again.

"Fuck, Tommy," Y/n moaned, threading her fingers through his hair and guiding his head against her pussy as she grind her hips against his mouth. "Right there." She pants, whimpering quietly when his tongue settles on her clit, rubbing relentlessly. "Just like that,"

But then almost as fast as her release approached he pulled away, standing abruptly.

They looked directly at each other for a brief moment while he quickly rids himself of his pants and underwear, before sliding into her in one thrust.

“You couldn't even wait to get your hands on me, didn’t you?” she hissed at the sweet pain as Tommy leaned over her. Their foreheads touching each other.

Her legs wrap around his waist instinctively, giving him deeper access.

“I can't get enough of you,” he groaned, causing his words to collide with the skin of her neck . “Fuck”

He keeps increasing the pace and they exchange moans, from one mouth to another.

“I’m close” she cried softly of pleasure while trying to hold onto his shoulders and neck as his hips slam onto hers “Tommy I’m close!”

“I know love, I know” he panted.

With a couple more hard thrusts she came around him, her walls clamped around his cock. Tommy grunted against her neck, his movements were fast and rough as he made sure to prolong her orgasm for as long as possible.

She could tell he was close to his release as well, his cock twitching inside of her making her yelp with that delectable feeling. And then with an animalistic groan he came.

Both of them panting heavily, Tommy pulled out and lay down next to her.

“You couldn't even wait to take my clothes off?” she said, looking up at the ceiling trying to regulate her breath.

“You didn’t complain about it” he responded with his husky and raspy voice.

Despite the tiredness and the throbbing between her legs, she got up from the bed to fix her clothes. “I have to go now”

Tommy turned around to look at her while she was fixing her black suspenders. He didn’t even bother to take them off “I want you to stay”

She stopped arranging her dress to look at his blue sapphire eyes “Is that an order or a declaration?”

He smirked “I only well sleep when you stay” he sighed like the words were difficult to slip out of his lips “That’s a declaration”

She smiled lovingly “You really don't know the power of your words Thomas Shelby”

“Dad, I never thought you would call so soon” She had a vague idea why her father had called her only a few weeks after her brief visit. He no longer used to call her as an intermediary for his business. Now he was talking directly to Thomas, so he didn’t need her anymore for that.

“Henry Coventry will arrive in England the next monday” She froze in her place. Y/n didn't know what to say. “It's time for you to return home” He said it without further ado.

He wasn't supposed to arrive after half a year of his trip. Why now?

Henry Coventry, the first male child of the noble Coventry family. The Edwards and the Coventry were always united families. They promised that one day they would get together as one, to assert the surname Edwards to the nobility and the Coventrys to ensure allies in the military. Before being able to consummate this union the young nobleman undertook a trip of several years around different countries. Thanks to that Y/n made her commitment almost nonexistent. For this reason she never took the men who approached him seriously. They were only a temporary distraction for her. She deluded them, making them believe that her heart belonged to them, only to snatch that ilusion in the worst way.

Now this news was a blow to the reality that had crashed deeply in her guts.

This would not end like this. She will not allow it. Her only way out was to get rid of her fiance.

“Give me some time. There are some issues that I must attend to before returning.” she said, trying to sound as firm as possible.

“Alright then” There was a brief silent pause. “It would be best if both of you lived together before the wedding.”

A small lamp gives light to the dark room. Just enough, not too much, to make the pair of lovers hugging naked in bed exposed to the night. The faint light touched her back and part of her arm until it reached her hand placed on his chest. She could feel his beats. He was calm, for now.

Her soft voice shake his being when the calm silence of the night breaks with the least expected words

“I'm gonna get married”

Y/n could feel his heart begin to beat strongly. She was waiting for him to get angry, to demand an explanation in a furius way, but he only stayed still without pronouncing any word.

She passed her fingers through his skin before looking up at him. His eyes had an indescribable look.

“I will come back to London” she whispered “My fiance is waiting for me”

“This is how you do it isn´t it?” His eyes remained perched on hers. “You make them believe that you love them and then feed on their pain just for your pleasure”

She carefully placed her chin on the back of her hand without taking her eyes off him as well

“This engagement wasn't my decision” She expected that at any time he would push her abruptly, but it did not happen. She brought her face to his slightly, until their lips were about to touch. “I always belonged to him”

She began to give him small kisses

“I never belonged to you, I never belonged to myself either.” she said between their lips “I belonged to that man since the beginning.”

He began to correspond to her kisses, being intoxicated by her.

”I don’t want him” she panted in his mouth almost like a plea “I want you” their noses touched “I want to be yours” she made a trail of kisses from his mouth to his chest, stopping at his heart, laying her cheek on him and looking up once again with her enchanting dolly eyes “While he exists I will belong to him”

After making love all night Y/n left Birmingham as if nothing had happened. It was all part of their plan after all. Although Tommy let her go, they would soon be together again.

As her father told her, she moved to one of the properties that belonged to the Coventrys with the man that was supposed to be her future husband.

He was a total gentleman. Very attentive and kind with her, so much that perhaps it gave her a little shame with what would happen with him. Just a little.

The wedding date was already established. It will be in summer, within six months. That gives them enough time to make the execution without any inconvenience.

Or that's what they thought.

After three months Y/n realized that she was pregnant.

“Tommy, it’s me, can you hear me?” She took advantage when Henry left in the afternoon to visit his family to call him without the risk of being heard.

“Yes, I can hear you” hearing her voice makes him feel calm.

She sighed while rocking back and forth her feet “Things turn out to be more complicated that we thought”

The plan was carefully thought to not raise suspicions, so having time was key, but apparently not everything would turn out as expected. “I’m pregnant” she was twirling around the fabric of her imported dress. A gift from her fiance, a purple silk dress.

This changed everything. This changed absolutely everything.Tommy tried to keep his composure to think of the best solution. Now things could go wrong if they get caught.

“We're going to have to rush things up” he pondered, unable to stop the rush of possibilities and chances they still got.

“I can't stand being in here without you Tommy” she complained “I need you” Y/n tried to sound as convincing as possible.

“I need you too” he responded “Be patient, soon it will just us, just us love, think about it”

“Fuck, I don´t want to wait” she whined.

“It will be soon okay?” he responded “I promise…I love you”

She smiled “I love you too”

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