A/N: would you still be surprised if i said this was mostly smut. smut smut smutty smut smut, with just a hint of plot (just a hint since im a smut slut through and through). And i aint even the slightest bit ashamed. This lil piece (lel) features the great dommy tommy and if you got a dommy daddy fantasy then THIS ONE IS FOR YOUUU.
If you like (which i hope you doooo since i know i did) please lemme know, if you didnt….let me know that too but BE NICE THIS IS A RESPECTFUL FUCKING NEIGHBOURHOOD AND IM STILL SENSITIVE YA KNO?
Word Count: 6003!!!! 6003 words of mostly smut AND YES I KNOW ITS PROBABLY HELLA EXTRA @ nonnie SO DONT READ IF IT YOU DONT LIKE LONG AF SMUT PIECES (also who have noticed that my pieces get sunstantially longer and longer everydamn time i post?)
A/N: Warnings: NSFW. plot? what plot? this is pure smut, smutty smut smut smut smut
Pairing: sub!Tommy x reader
Word count: 4075 words of SMUT
this is my first sub!tommy piece so PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK. i live off of feedback (especially of the positive variety✨) so if you liked this please lemme know! Also if you have some ideas of what I should write next YA GIRLS DONE UNI so ill have so much time to write (job? what is a job?) so please send some stuff my way.
You would never tire of it. The sight of him beneath you. The feel of his shuddering body trapped between your thighs.
Thomas Shelby—the king of Birmingham, the man who one day could be emperor of the world—vulnerable beyond all recognition because of you, because of your touch. Here he was, laid underneath you, naked, defenseless, utterly exposed— giving you all that he had, all that he was, and begging for you to take even more.
Tommy would never tire of it either. The way he felt being at your mercy. The relief that came from his submission. The warm and comfortable feeling of being safe despite relinquishing his control. But most of all, you. He would never tire of the way that you felt, the way that you made him feel. It was mystifying. Beautiful and terrifying. Addicting and all-consuming.
With your smooth legs straddling his waist, you made sure the ties around his wrist and the bedpost were strong enough to withstand him. Tommy always resisted the bondages at first. Never wanting to actually admit to you (or himself) just how much he needed you to dominate him, to take control, to silence his mind— even though his body always ended betraying his reluctance in the end.
Crawling your way back down his body, you paused briefly to kiss him hard on the mouth, your tongues quickly falling in rhythm with each other. Humming against his wanton lips, you forced yourself to pull away, grinding your hips against his as you continued moving your mouth down the path to his chest. Tommy used to hate it when you would spend time exploring all the scars and markings on his body, having some irrational fear that you would be repulsed with the evidence of his failures— the scars symbols that he wasn’t quick enough, smart enough, or in enough control to beat his enemies. He at first didn’t believe you when yo would tell him how much you loved his chest, his markings, his scars—but you loved everything about him, he was your Tommy. You kissed your way along the constellations that formed in his freckles, taking your time on his scars to show your respect for his resilience and strength. Tommy loved it when you peppered his skin dark and purple with your teeth, no longer able to deny the utter pride he felt when he saw the markings days later reminding him that he was yours, and you were his. When your mouth reached his nipples, you simply couldn’t deny yourself. Tommy always became weak when you would start rolling one between your mouth and the other between you hand, using your teeth and nails in a way which always got him whimpering.
The feel of your warmth even through the fabric of your panties had Tommy writhing wildly beneath you. The otherwise quiet room was disturbed by the sound of heavy breathing and the creaking of the headboard as Tommy pulled against his restraints. Each breath that escaped his lips was followed by your name. The way his desire thickened his accent to form each syllable of your moniker seemed like a prayer that he could only ever whisper to you in moments like this.
“Y/N… Please.” Tommy pleaded, his voice quiet but overflowing with his lustrous need.
“Tell me what you want Tommy.” You answer, stretching upright to admire the map your mouth left on his skin. Littering his skin like directions to his secret treasure. It made you smile thinking what would happen to his credibility and authority if anyone else saw him as you did now. His thick black hair so gloriously dishevelled, his skin glistening with sweat. His chest covered with the evidence of your devotion and power over him. Nobody would believe that the Tommy Shelby, the feared gangster and powerful businessman was tied up, naked and vulnerable in your bed, willing to do whatever it took to give you pleasure, even at the expense of his own.
“Please-please Y/N. Let me touch you. Please. Please.” God how you loved it when he begged. Tommy’s voice was distraught, his breath weak and shallow. He needed this, needed you, and his voice told you just how much.
“You will Tommy. Just not yet. Be a patient soldier and be good for me okay?” You whispered as you brought your mouth back onto his, figuring you would let him kiss you to compensate for your answer. “Just a little bit longer I promise you. Do you trust me?”
“Yes! Yes, I trust you.” He breathed out anxiously, trying with all his might to move his hips beneath you for some much-needed friction down below.
“Good.”
Continuing your trek down his flushed chest, you silently moved one of your hands to your already heated and slick center, coating your fingers with your liquid desire. Your eyes were fixed on his, a devilishly coquettish laugh escaping your mouth as you watched his reaction with unparalleled satisfaction. Tommy’s eyes were lit up bright blue, shifting quickly back and forth from your face to the hand that was hidden inside of you, waiting like a dog who had been told to sit as his owner got him a treat. His mouth was drooling and his breathing erratic. It was a sight. When you shoved your fingers in his open mouth, he was more than ready. Tommy was sucking back your juices with a crazed hunger, moving his tongue in earnest to make sure he swallowed every-last-drop of you.
“You like that Tommy? Like knowing what you can do to me without even having touched me?” His response was a scandalous groan of agreement from around your fingers. “How should I reward you for getting me so wet hmm? What does my good boy think he deserves? Should I suck my soldiers cock? Tell me what you want Thomas.”
“God Y/N yes. Ple-please…please–your mouth–tong–.” His voice came out through sputters. Every nerve ending in his body so fired up with adrenaline and anticipation for your touch that his mind was in a haze. When Tommy was in such a state, he couldn’t even really tell where he was actually being touched, the sensations so strong they spread all over his body.
“Very well, since you begged so nicely. On one condition soldier— you are not allowed to make a peep. Is that understood.” You voice clear that it wasn’t meant as a question. Staring him dead in the eyes as you waited for his non-verbal agreement. Tommy wasted no time in nodding his assent, throwing his head back hard against the pillow as you moved your body off his lap and onto his calves, trailing your tongue along him as you moved down the rest of his torso and up until you reached his aching shaft. Tommy had to exert all of his control and power to stop himself from whimpering as you flicked your tongue against his beading slit, which already had been leaking out the opalescent pearls of his wanton desire. His hips bucked automatically, but quickly calming in their frenzy as you forced them back down with your hands as a warning.
“Mmmm. Tasty little thing, aren’t you?” You moaned against his veined skin, teasing him with your tongue just before taking him in whole.
“Fuck. Ah!”
Uh oh.
Tommy stilled completely, mentally cursing himself for disobeying the one thing that you had demanded of him. He was used to disappointing people, especially those in his family—but he could not stand the shame that came with disappointing you. He waited anxiously to see how you would react, terribly afraid that you would reprimand him by removing your touch from him altogether—which admittedly he thought he deserved for his insubordination.
But you didn’t.
Instead when you pulled Tommy out of your mouth with a wet pop, your wrapped your palm tightly around his saturated cock and began stroking him at a torturously slow speed. You moved so you were no longer straddling him but close beside his leg, and you used your free hand to peel your saturated knickers down your legs. As you let the cool air contrast against your heated center, you roughly shoved the fabric into Tommy’s mouth, gagging him.
“Tsk tsk tsk. I said I didn’t want to hear a sound from you didn’t I Tommy? Was there something about what I said that you didn’t understand?” You asked sweetly, despite the concealed cruelty behind the words. You shoved your panties further in closer to his throat, and held his jaw to force him to clamp the fabric tighter with his teeth. “If I hear another sound come out of that pretty little mouth of yours, I will stop. I will make you watch me as I get myself off. I won’t let you touch and I will not let you be touched. And you won’t be able to come for a week. I was being nice earlier—rewarding you for being so good. Are you going to be a good soldier for me now Tommy, or are you simply going to continue wasting my time?”
Tommy wanted nothing more than to speak, to beg you to forgive his insolence, to explain how badly he needed you, how badly he wanted you. He wanted to scream out that he could you be good for you, that he would be for you. But instead all he did was nod his head, because what else could he really do? You had him at your mercy and you both knew it.
Gingerly you moved the hair that had fallen down by his eyes with your hand—an act so intimate and sweet in its nature Tommy almost forgot how you literally just threatened him a moment ago. As your other hand continued to lazily stroke his cock, you purposely let your nails scratch along the throbbing veins. Tommy knew this was a test and that you were goading him. Almost as if you wanted him to make another noise, to fail. But that was what he needed from you wasn’t it? Not the reassurance that he wouldn’t fail, but that his failure could be forgiven and learned from without the threat of rejection. That he could relinquish control, free fall in the uncertainty of the chaos and you would be waiting at the bottom to catch him and help build him back up again.
Shifting your body around you moved so you were now facing his feet, your calves surrounding his head, breasts hovering above his naval. Your sopping and exposed cunt dripping decadently above his face, just barely out of his reach. Before Tommy even had the chance to react to the dangerous proximity of your soused heat, you once again took him whole in your mouth, pressing the leaking tip of his cock against the back of your throat making him cry out softly against his gag. Humming your lips around him, swishing your tongue across his girth as you bopped your head up and down, Tommy was a mess.
He began alternating between whimpering and growling around the fabric of your panties that were still tightly held with his clenched jaw. He could taste you, smell you, fuck he was staring directly into you as your cunt trembled and dripped above him, but it was nowhere near enough. He wanted you in his mouth, wanted so badly to be inside of you, to touch you, to be engulfed by you. He was crying from how much he needed you. A privilege he was desperate to earn.
Normally you would make him wait just a little bit more before giving in, but tonight you found it hard to rationalize putting off your own pleasure just to teach him a lesson. Without taking your mouth off him, you reached back behind you and found his taunt jaw with your fingers. Moving your hands blindly across his face you found his mouth and pulled the sodden fabric out, disposing of it somewhere on the floor, freeing the tongue that you so desperately needed. Tommy was belligerent in his gratitude as you removed his gag and required no instruction for what to do next, the removal of the oral obstruction was as much direction and permission as he needed.
His mouth was already wet when he made contact, he had been salivating like a dog ever since you tightened the restraints around his wrist earlier in the evening. If there was a word to describe the manner in which Tommy devoured you, it would be maniacal. He was a crazed animal, greedy from deprivation, teeth bared and tongue savagely running along your folds. His lips sucked around your engorged clit, growling so ferociously that the vibrations sent charges all over your body. No longer strong enough in your legs to hold yourself above him, you pressed your cunt right down against his face. Your hips grinding on him so hard, he could scarcely breathe.
But he didn’t need to.
Tommy needed you and nothing else. When it came to moments like these, you could take his life, take his money, take his power, he didn’t care.He would lay everything at your feet so long as he could have this. The joy of giving it all to you, the pride of making you scream his name, the peace that came from you taking control.
The freedom he found through his submission.
Sensing how close you were you dropped Tommy out of your mouth— far too preoccupied in your pleasure to care about how lewd you must’ve looked as the mixture of saliva and cum drooled slowly from your open mouth. You tried to continue lazily stroking Tommy with one of your hands but found it much too hard to pay any proper attention, your brain overwhelmed with your own sensory overload. Rommy was a man was as sure of what he could do with his tongue as he was with a gun. You would probably argue that his tongue was a weapon in itself and capable of mass-destruction. Well-versed in the various ways to please you, Tommy knew exactly how to move his tongue to give you your climax— rolling just the tip of your clit gingerly between his teeth and lips.
Your orgasm came all at once— erupting from your core with a strangled and primal cry, which did nothing but spur Tommy on to continue, going for seconds. Your juices poured like milk over his face, your cum and his spit dripping licentiously down his jaw and neck to pool on the pillow beneath his head. Tommy did his best to lap out your mess with his tongue, trying to balance his job to pleasure you over catching his own breath which was shaky from the ferocity of your own undoing—but he would choose you over life any day. You rested your head atop his thigh while you let him finish, incapable of denying your lover the simple pleasures of his favourite sticky treat that you made special just for him. His tongue was exploring the inside of your once more. The precision and rhythm with which he moved on your overly sensed cunt was strong enough to induce delirium. It wasn’t long before the familiar sensation that had began building steadily in you core had erupted yet again cascading down his face in warm streams, quickly being swallowed again by your eager lover.
Groaning through tender satisfaction, you reluctantly pulled your body off from Tommy’s, moving almost comically slow from the overexertion brought on by your orgasms. You turned your body back around to face him properly once again, laughing in contentment as you looked upon his face that was slick and glistening from the mess of your cunt.
“My god Tommy you’re brilliant.” You say smiling wildly into his eyes, bringing your mouth on his to taste your own sweet concoction that was mixed with the whiskey and smoke from Tommy’s tongue.
“…Was I uh—good for you…?” Tommy asked in a breathless whisper. Despite making your come twice in the span of minutes, he worried you would still be disappointed in him for his insolence earlier and not reward him.
“Oh yes. Yes-you-were-Tommy. So good luv—I’m still trembling” You say laughing into his delicious mouth “… And to think you did all that with just your mouth. Gosh so amazing Tommy, and since you were such a good little soldier, I’m going to let you touch me. Would you like that my darling?” You flirtatious asked, smiling as you touched the lips you so adored with your trembling fingers.
“Oh God yes. Yes-please, please… let me touch you…” Tommy’s breath was shaky, his eyes desperately pleading his case. He was moaning how much he loved you, needed you, desired to worship you as your arms reached up to his which were fastened to the headboard. When he was begging like that—in complete dissociation from everything apart from your touch—there was no way you could deny him.
Immediately after being released from his restraints, Tommy pulled you closer to him, breathing in the scent of your hair, murmuring his gratitude into your skin. His strong arms helped move you so you could straddle him once more before he sat up grabbing onto your face to attach your mouth to his with an open mouthed kiss. You let Tommy take his time exploring your skin with his calloused hands. He did earn it after all. Still kissing him, you were breathing words of praise straight into his mouth, telling him all about how good he made you feel, and how proud you were that he was yours. If Tommy wasn’t so distracted with the feel of his hands over you and the ache from his neglected cock, he probably would have burst into tears.
Pulling back ever to slightly so you can look into Tommy’s eyes— which had darkened considerably from his heightened lust— you asked him a question he wasn’t used to hearing on days like this.
“Is this how you want me soldier? You were so good to me today I’ll let you pick which way I use you. Go on Tom, tell me how you want it.”
He paused for a minute of disbelief before answering with a shaky voice.
“Just like this. I want tt-to see you. I want to touch you. Please. Can we–like this?” His eyes were glazed over as he spoke, and you swore you could see tears in his eyes from how happy and at peace he was in this moment.
Kissing him hard along the jaw you lifted up your hips, one hand positioned on his chest and the one grabbing hold of his sweltering and blood-engorged cock. You teased him for just a moment along your center, coating yourself with the precome that was still beading out his tip. Tommy went absolutely rabid as you took him in inch by inch– he even bit down hard enough on your shoulder to leave a heavy indent…not that you minded of course. It was always amazing to see how Tommy was when he let go of his control and bravado, how beautiful it was when you saw him for who he was underneath all that pretense.
The once silent room was now filled with noise. The words of praise you yelled into Tommy’s ear as he thrusted up his hips to meet yours. The fanatical moans and curses spewing out from Tommys lips—most of which not English. The sound of your sodden bodies clashing together with the force of your passion and love for each other. You could sense that neither of you would be able to hold on for that much longer and as you looked down into Tommy’s eyes it was clear he felt the same. He was gone. Lost in the abandon of his submission. Though his eyes were staring into your face, he could not process anything except for the sensation of you and your glorious and greedy cunt that was swallowing his girth and overpowering his mind. Tommy knew better than to dare come without your permission and you could see the conflict in his eyes, knowing full well that he was in such a trance that he wouldn’t be able to speak coherently enough to ask.
You continued your assault on Tommy’s hips, bucking yours so harshly up and down on his that you both would be left bruised by tomorrow. Disentangling your fingers which had found a home in Tommy’s soft hair, you trailed them down to his neck, scratching the skin to warn him what was to come– not that he would really notice anyways. Pushing him back down on his back, you stretched your hands and brought your thumbs around to the front, massaging the muscles as you did. With your thumbs pressing against the carotid arteries just below his jaw, you steadily began to increase the pressure, keeping your eyes trained on his to help anchor him to the moment.
Tommys eyes were wide, his mouth open in disbelief and desperation. This was it. He could never last long when you finally took control over everything. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as he waited for you to grant him his release.
“Come.” That was all you said. All that you needed to say.
As soon as Tommy heard that sacred word fall gracefully from your moistened lips, he fell apart. You could feel his warmth pulsate into you, his cock twitching as he came with fierce desperation. You collapsed onto his chest as you continued to gently ride him to your own undoing, making sure he knew that you were still with him as he floated through his trance. As you came once again, you felt euphoric in every description, your core quivering around Tommy while he was still seeping within you. You could hear him crying now, finally finding the delivery from all his burdens and stresses—which were many. Your hands tried their best to soothe Tommy, rubbing up and down his back to bring him back down to earth. You stayed on top of him like that for a while, keeping him warm until his cries subsided and he started becoming cognizant again. When his blue eyes met yours the faintest hint of a smile came over his lips.
“You feel good Tommy? You back with me yet?” You asked gently, smoothing his hair on the top of his head and kissing him. Tommy moved closer to you, placing his mouth on yours with a quiet blissed-out hum on his lips.
“So good,” was all he replied, not just yet able to come up with anything more to say. You pulled him out of your slowly, and winced as you heard him whimper at the loss of contact. Reaching over to the bedside table, you grabbed his cigarettes and lighter, placing one in his mouth to help him in the come down. The higher Tommy got just before his release, the more anxious he became afterward. As Tommy smoked the cigarette without ever removing it from his lips, you moved to clean off his body. Giving him a reassuring squeeze on his arm before jumping off the bed, you run as quick as you can to the bathroom to run some cold water over a cloth. Trailing the cold cloth across Tommy’s face and neck upon your return. Cooing at him with the most relaxing voice you can muster you praise him for this evening, telling him how much you loved him giving over to you, and how much you loved him. You were sure to wipe off the sweat that collected all along his chest, kissing it once cleaned before using the damp cloth on yourself.
Seeing he was finished with it, you stubbed out the spent cigarette and took Tommy’s lips carefully in your own. Murmuring into his mouth more words of praise.
“That was incredible Tommy. You’re incredible. I can’t even believe how lucky I’ve gotten by having you.” Yours hands find his hair once again as you curl his body around yours, “I’m not going anywhere Tommy, I’ll stay here like this for as long as it takes for you to come back to me. I love you Tommy Shelby. I am so happy that you’re mine.”
A/N I have had this in my google docs for damn near a YEAR and i never finished it and dont really know where i was gonna go with it and i feel bad for CONSTANTLY and CONSISTENTLY letting yall down by promising i will write something and then disappearing for an undisclosed amount of time. Anyways, its hardly anything but it will be enough to stop the nagging guilt ive been feeling re. this blog for a while so hopefully it aight with you guys!!!! pce n lov!!! -kat daddy
The irony of the situation was palpable. Everything in your room was in complete order yet your life was falling apart at the seams. You couldn’t remember when it began. The late nights. The not coming home. The expressionless smiles. It must have been gradual. It must have happened so slowly that you couldn’t even feel it. Arthur once told you that weird story about frogs— how they don’t realize they are being boiled alive if you just gradually increase the temperature of the water while they’re in it—you thought it was ridiculous when you first heard it. Arthur said that the frogs won’t jump out, they won’t do anything to stop it from happening, to stop being boiled alive. They just sit there complacent in their own demise.
But as you stood in front of him from across the room you could understand. You were the frog who didn’t even notice the end was coming despite all signs suggesting otherwise.
He couldn’t even look at you when he said it. Couldn’t bother to look into your eyes as he tore your life apart in front of you. Never have you ever thought him to be a coward, but now that’s all changed. Along with everything else.
“I’m sorry–”
“Don’t you dare. Don’t you dare tell me you’re sorry Thomas. Not if you don’t know what you’re apologizing for.” Despite the broken feeling in every bone in your body, your voice held its strength. So at least there was that.
“Y/N. Please, just–just let me explain.”
“Explain what Thomas?” you bit back, your tone stinging like venom, making him wince. “You fell in love with her, I don’t think I need that explained to me. Or do you want to explain to me how you could throw away 6 years, 6 frickin years for what? A fling? A barmaid you’ve known for a few months? Are you going to be able to explain to me what she can give you that I already haven’t? Can you explain that to me Thomas? Because if not then I just don’t care.”
“It’s Tommy,” he mumbled out, avoiding your gaze once more as he looked to the floor in shame.
“No it’s not. Not anymore it isn’t. My Tommy couldn’t do this to me, he wouldn’t be able to. Not after everything we’ve been through. Now I don’t even know who the fuck you are at this moment, but you’re not Tommy.”
“I didn’t mean for this to happen Y/N. I would never hurt you, I–”
“But you are hurting me Thomas! Right now, right this minute you are hurting me!” even with his eyes on the floor, you could see him wince again as your voice finally cracked, the tears desperate to spill any minute now. “You had it good you know, and you’ve shat on it. I hope it’s all worth it Thomas. I really do. There’s no coming back from this.”
A/n: This took me forever to finish (b/c I forgot about it), but I love this idea. Tommy with animals and babies is always my weakness. And I love that a couple more of my requests involve Tommy and animals. I do have a few more headcanons I’m working on, I’m not sure when I’ll get those finished, but I’ll update the schedule when I get them in the queue.
“We should get a dog,” you asked one day, lounging on the sofa in his office while you waited for him to finish up with some paperwork.
Tommy grunted, too focused on what he was reading to register what you’d said.
You rolled your eyes, it would be ages before he’d be pulled away from his work. “Tommy,” you called. “Did you hear me?”
“Yes, love,” he grumbled.
“Then what did I say?”
He sighed, annoyed with all the talking. “I don’t know, I’m trying to get this finished up.”
“I said that we should get a dog,” you repeated, this time catching his full attention.
Tommy’s eyes shot up to you as he shook his head. “No.”
“No?”
“No dog. Not in my house, not now, not ever.”
“But why?” you whined. There was no reason not to get one.
He sighed. “Y/n, dogs are a lot of work and we just don’t have time for one.”
“But we can make time.”
Tommy didn’t crack and refused to even think about it, but you knew you’d be able to convince him.
You didn’t even bother being subtle about it.
Any chance you got, you’d mention a reason you should get a dog.
When you two would be walking around Arrow House, you’d say it would be something to protect you if you went without Tommy.
When Tommy would talk about going hunting you’d always bring up how he could get a hunting dog.
And you would never fail to mention that it would be great to have a dog around when he was on trips in London.
Tommy was annoyed with all the mention of a dog and did his best to avoid topics that could allow you to talk about it, but that never worked.
You always found a way.
And you’d managed to convince him to get one mainly because he was tired of hearing about it.
It was late when you slipped into his home office. You’d gone up to bed, hoping he would follow, but he hadn’t. So, you went in search of Tommy, knowing you’d find him in his usual spot.
And there he sat at his desk, nursing a glass of whiskey.
“Come to bed,” you said.
Glancing up at you, he nodded. “Once I’m finished with this. Go on, I’ll be up in a minute.”
“I’ll wait.” You took a seat on the sofa. There was silence for a few minutes before you said,” You know-”
“If you are about to mention a dog, I will sleep in here.”
Your shoulders fell at his words. “Oh, don’t act like a dog is the end of the world. Think about it, maybe the dog would love to sit in here with you. Wouldn’t that be nice?”
He didn’t answer, instead sipping on his whiskey, wishing he had locked the door.
“Oh, whatever,” you sighed dramaticly, irritated that he wouldn’t even respond. You knew it was a long shot to get him to agree, but you enjoyed the challenge. And being ignored took the fun out of it.
You ended up leaving Tommy in his office, going up to bed without him.
A little while later you felt the bed dip beside you as Tommy shuffled under the blankets. “We can get a dog,” he said, wrapping an arm around you. “If you really want one.”
You squealed, turning to face him. “Do you mean it?”
“Yes, I do.” There was no way he could take it back now, not with how happy you were about it.
Tommy still drug his feet about it.
He was open to the idea of getting a dog, but now he had begun to list off the various things that a dog could destroy.
They could destroy shoes
Eat socks
Chew on pens
List went on and on, but you didn’t care.
You would make sure the dog was well trained just so Tommy had nothing to complain about.
Eventually you were able to drag him away from the office to go look at dogs. You went to the pound, Tommy grumbling about how he could have just bought one and saved the time.
But once he saw all the dogs, he quickly quit his complaining, taking more interest in them than you.
“You poor thing,” he cooed to a small puppy. The puppy hesitantly crept forward, allowing Tommy to pet it. “Would you like to come home with us?”
Your heart melted as he picked up the puppy and continued talking to it. And he was very clear that this was the dog that would be coming home, so that was the dog you left with.
Though it was still a puppy, you knew it wouldn’t grow to be that big and you didn’t have the heart to mention that to Tommy. He probably thought the pup would grow to be some big guard dog.
Once that dog was brought home, you rarely got time alone with it. Tommy refused to call it his dog, it was always yours, but he always wanted it to be near.
If he was in his office, the dog would be on his lap or curled up on the sofa or hiding under his desk.
Any time he walked somewhere, the dog was right behind him and always chasing the birds on your walks.
And Tommy was the one to name it, too.
He liked the name Daisy since it was a girl.
You didn’t complain too much about Tommy stealing the dog. You wanted him to like the dog as much as you did.
And that meant it wouldn’t be too hard to convince him to get another. Especially if he took Daisy to work with him, leaving you all alone.
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Summary: After being told to rest by the doctor, Y/n worries about all the plants she bought. She’s afraid they’ll die, seeing as how she can’t take care of them. But Tommy eases her worries by planting them for her, which is something he never thought he’d agree to.
Thomas Shelby x Female!Reader
Word Count: 2.1k
Warnings: Fluff, Arranged Marriage Trope (warning for those who swoon over it), Tommy gardening (super shocking, I know)
A/n: This is another self indulgent fic. Like I didn’t need to write a second part, but I couldn’t stop thinking about Tommy gardening. And so I was bored and this just poured out of me. I also happened to think the relationship with his wife is cute cause he just doesn’t know what to do.
Y/n hummed, drumming her fingers along the edge of the banister impatiently. Tommy said he’d be right down, but for once he didn’t know how to tell time. It was still early morning and if he didn’t hurry up, it would soon be blazing outside. Floorboards creaked up stairs, Y/n’s eyes shooting to the top of the stairs as her lips spread into a smile.
“I’m ready,” Tommy announced, standing at the foot of the stairs. He wasn’t wearing a suit for once, which was a lovely change, instead wearing a thin button up shirt and tan trousers that had been lost in his closet.
His wife smiled, taking in his appearance. She liked the sight of him all dressed down, if only he dressed like that more often. “Wonderful. Are you sure you’re okay with getting those dirty?” she asked, pointing at his attire. He probably picked out clothes the moths hadn’t gotten too yet, but she still felt guilty about getting them dirty, even if he knew what he was volunteering to do.
Descending the stairs, he nodded. “I’m perfectly okay with it. Now, let’s go to the garden.”
Y/n squealed in delight and grasped Tommy’s hand, weaving their fingers together. The action sent sparks through his body. He never thought holding hands with his wife would be so… so exciting, but then again, most men did more with their wives than Tommy had with his. It would be slow going for them to get there, but he savored each touch, waiting for that time.
Leading him outside, Y/n stopped in front of a dug up flower bed. It looked empty and sad since all the weeds had been torn out. “This is where they will all go,” she told him. “And these are all the flowers I bought.” They walked over to a small table that held four trays of flowers. “Aren’t they pretty?”
“Oh, yeah,” Tommy nodded, he didn’t know the first thing about flowers, but he did know they were a beautiful sigt. “Did you need so many? Seems like you wiped the nursery out, eh?” he chuckled. He would certainly have his work cut out for him.
Y/n rolled her eyes with a smile. “I did not wipe them out, thank you very much. There were plenty left. And you can never have too many flowers.”
Tommy wasn’t going to argue with that. They made her happy and he was sure they would eventually make him happy as well. “Alright, go sit down and I’ll start with these,” he said, picking up a tray of orange and white flowers. “Someone should be bringing some water out shortly.”
Before taking a seat in one of the lawn chairs Tommy had placed in the shade for her, she kissed his cheek. “Thank you for doing this,” she whispered with a smile.
Tommy nodded, quickly turning away with the tray in hand as his cheeks burned. He hated how childish he felt around her. Every touch had his heart racing like he was some teenager crushing on a girl. He always tried to shake it off, but he couldn’t help how young he felt around her. She was nothing but warmth and happiness who was starting to melt his cold heart, leaving it to fall in love with her.
Setting the tray on the ground, he knelt in front of the flower bed, his hands quickly getting covered in dirt as he pulled the plants out. From her chair, Y/n would direct him to where she wanted them, asking his opinion when she was unsure. Tommy knew nothing of flowers or landscaping, so he didn’t feel like his answers held any weight, but Y/n seemed to like his way of thinking. When the first tray was empty and the flowers were placed where his wife wanted them, he wiped sweat off his forehead before reaching for the shovel. They should have started earlier in the day.
“Wait, wait,” Y/n called just when the tip of the shovel made contact with the dirt.
“What?” Tommy grunted, glancing over his shoulder at her.
She pursed her lips at his tone. “Take a step back.”
“Why?”
“Just do it.”
Reluctantly, he picked up the shovel and stepped back. “Now what?”
“I’m trying to teach you how to garden, Tommy, don’t give me that tone.” His face softened at her words. It wasn’t the ideal situation, but they had to work with it, so there was no use for any attitudes. “Just look at it. Are you happy with how it looks?”
He shrugged. “I suppose.”
“Well, that’s where they’ll be permanently, so you better be sure,” she said.
Tommy hummed, scratching his brow. Careful he picked up one of the plants, moving it over a tad bit. Straightening, he nodded, everything looked like it belonged. “Can I dig now?”
“Go ahead,” Y/n chuckled with an amused smile. He would probably never admit, no intimidating gangster would, but his wife could tell he was enjoying it about as much as he would allow himself to.
So he set to work digging small holes for the plants before placing them in them and covering their roots with dirt. Over and over, he repeated the action, hands black from the rich soil. He’d never gardened before, but it brought back memories of the few times Arthur and him tried to grow an apple tree in an old shoe. They weren’t successful, but their mother never stopped encouraging them. They would alway go tend to it, waiting for it to grow. They were both sour when it didn’t, but at least it kept them out of trouble.
Tommy was so immersed in his work that he failed to hear one of the maids approach, setting a tray with a pitcher of water and biscuits on the table with the rest of the flowers. Y/n thanked the girl and filled two glasses with water. Tommy had made sure they’d both gotten their share of water since the doctor visited. He didn’t want to give the doctor a reason to come back. Y/n was sure she’d be sick of water by the end of the week, more than happy when Tommy would be back at work and not depriving her of tea.
“Tommy,” she called and frowned when that didn’t capture his attention. “Oh, Mr. Shelby,” she sang loudly. This hit his ears, causing him to turn towards her. “Come drink some water.”
He stood, leaving brown streaks on his trousers as he wiped his hands off. Y/n couldn’t contain her smile as he approached. She quite liked the sight of him covered in dirt. Dare she say, it was attractive. “Thank you, love,” he said, gladly accepting the glass.
It was hotter than hell outside, nearing noon, and Tommy finished his glass, pouring himself another. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d actually drank plain water, but it tasted sweet on his tongue. Maybe he’d have to lay off some of the whiskey and throw some water into his diet.
“What are you staring at?” he questioned, glancing over at his wife, who’s eyes had been trained on him.
She shrugged. “Nothing,” she smirked before sipping on her water.
“Liar. Now, finish that glass up. There’s more in the pitcher for you.”
She huffed, drinking down what remained. There was no use arguing over it, Tommy would just stand in front of her like a mother hen until every last drop was gone. “There, it’s all gone. Are you happy now?”
“Very,” he said, setting his glass on the table and picked up another tray of flowers. This time it was full of pink and purple flowers, which he didn’t know the names of either. “Where do you want these?”
And so Tommy continued on with his work. He’d pick up a plant, holding it out for his wife to see as she’d think of a place to put it. He’d have to move it five or six times until she liked the placement and then she’d ask if he liked it. Tommy chose to agree with her each time she finally liked where it was placed, it would be more work if he didn’t. And once everything on the tray was sitting in the dirt, he’d get to work digging the holes and placing the flowers inside them before covering them in dirt. This same process continued until he was halfway through with the last tray. And by then he had decided maybe it was best to put a money limit on the flowers next time she went to get more.
“What about this one, love?” he asked, scanning the dirt for a spot. “Y/n?” He glanced over his shoulder as a soft smile spread across his lips. It seemed managing his work was rather exhausting as Y/n was fast asleep in her chair. She needed the rest, seeing as how she had not only dehydrated herself, but also exhausted herself from all the gardening she had been doing over the last week. Turning back to the flower bed, Tommy placed the flower between two others, a spot he’d been eyeing for sometime. He was sure Y/n would love how it turned out.
Once every last flower was planted, Tommy stood, brushing his hands off on his trousers and walked over to his wife. He drank the last of his water, glancing over at Y/n’s sleeping form. He may have been covered in dirt and hated the thought of ruining her new dress, but Tommy wasn’t about to leave her outside, not as the sun was encroaching on her shade. So, gently he picked her up, careful not to wake her, and carried her inside.
“Tommy,” she mumbled once they were inside, eyes barely open.
He smiled down at her, careful to watch his step on the stairs. “Yes, love?”
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“Taking you to your room,” he said softly as he neared her room. She nodded against his chest as they entered her room and he gently set her on the bed. Pulling the bedding over her, he smiled as she snuggled into the soft fabric. Tommy didn’t know what to say as she settled in and turned on his heels, ready to change out of his dirt stained clothes.
“Tommy,” she called him back, sleepy eyes watching his every move. “Where are you going?”
“I’m going to go take a shower,” he told her, his hand resting on the doorknob. And probably a nice nap. Being out in the sun was starting to get to him as exhaustion started to set in.
She hummed, stifling a yawn. “Oh, okay.” She didn’t seem pleased with his answer as she turned away from him, burying her head in the pillow.
With a sigh, he let go of the door and approached the bed. “Would you like me to stay?” he asked.
“Only if you want to,” she mumbled into her pillow.
“Tell you what, I’ll go take a shower and then I’ll come join you. How does that sound?” he offered, sitting on the edge of the bed.
Turning to look at him, she nodded. “That sounds good.”
With a smile, he leaned over her, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Get some sleep, I’ll be back in a few minutes.”
Leaving her to sleep, Tommy took a quick shower, surprised by all the places dirt could hide, and ten minutes later was back in her room. Staring at the empty side of the bed, Tommy stood frozen. They’d never shared a bed before and the idea of sleeping next to her, while comforting, seemed too intimate considering how new the physical aspect of their relationship was. He sucked in a breath, eyes tracing her sleeping form, and crawled under the covers.
He stared at the ceiling, tracing the decorative wall paper as he tried to relax. He didn’t deserve it, her kindness, those sweet smiles she always flashed him. He didn’t deserve any of it, not when he’d done his best to push her away in the beginning. He most certainly didn’t deserve to share a bed with her. But he felt her move closer, an arm reaching out for him, and against his better judgement he pulled her flush against his side.
And as she snuggled into him, Tommy thought, maybe he could earn it. He could earn her love and affection, earn a place in her bed and her soft kisses. They may not have wanted to marry each other, but Tommy was starting to think he couldn’t do without her.
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Summary: Y/n is a new maid at Arrow House and can’t help but feel she isn’t doing what she was hired to. She was hired to make beds and dust, not run between Mr. and Mrs. Shelby, sitting with them, having tea, or helping them with paperwork. A conversation over dinner with one of the older maids helps bring her relationship with the couple into perspective.
Thomas Shelby x Female!Reader x Lizzie Stark
Word Count:2.5k
Warnings: Mention of sex, polyamory
A/n: I am so tempted to write a second part to this. I just love how this turned out and its leaving me wanting more. I wasn’t sure how to write this when I started, but I couldn’t contain myself when I was writing it. And I think, maybe, if I do write a second part that it might have a little smut. We’ll see I guess. Just let me what you guys think cause I’m loving this pairing and will definietly be writing more for it.
Arrow House was a bustling place below the surface with maids running around while the cook yelled at their assistant to bring them this and that. There was always someone climbing the stairs and stoking the fires, someone dusting the paintings and fixing the light fixtures. The work may not have been exciting, but there was never a dull moment in the house. And there was certainly never a dull moment for Y/n.
She was a new maid, only working for the Shelbys for a couple months, and nothing she seemed to be doing could be found in the job description. She may have been young, but she had worked at another large estate house before working for the Shelbys. Her family had been employed by that family for years until they sold their estate. Y/n learned how to properly make a bed and serve tea while working there alongside her mother, who would have thrown a fit if she’d done any of it wrong. Y/n was maybe a little naive in thinking that the work would be the same at Arrow House.
She wasn’t sure if it was worth complaining about, but she found herself making beds and dusting less and less as the other maids took over those jobs and more time attending to the needs of Mr. and Mrs. Shelby. She’d run from one side of the house to the other as each asked for her. They never needed much, Mrs. Shelby usually just wanted to talk to her, learn more about her and how she was doing in the house, Mr. Shelby wouldn’t say much, but he’d make her drink a cup of tea with him before having her put away paperwork while he worked in his home office. Y/n never thought too much of it, she was sure most families had maids who did such things for them, but she could feel the eyes off the other maids on her any time she’d leave Mr. Shelby’s office or the sitting room that Mrs. Shelby usually sat in.
“What is your problem, Annabel?” Y/n barked, taking a seat at the servants dining table. She’d just left Mr. Shelby in his room, where she helped him into his dinner attire. There was supposed to be a dinner party tonight, all Mrs. Shelby’s idea. Y/n knew that Mr. Shelby could dress himself, but she also knew that some men had valets that helped them dress. If all he needed help with was dressing for rare dinner parties, then there was no need for a valet. But that didn’t mean one of the maids couldn’t help him.
Annabel shrugged, pushing around the food in front of her. The cook was only good at making one meal fit for the servants, stew, but he sure liked to try his hand at other things. Those things usually went uneaten. “Nothing, I just think it’s weird how the Shelbys always call on you,” she said honestly. Annabel wasn’t much older than Y/n, but she’d been a maid for a long time at many different homes and had never seen a family take such interest in one of their maids.
“There’s nothing weird about it,” she shook her head before glancing down at the plate in front of her. “They like me, that’s all. What is this?” She pointed to the brown paste on her plate.
“Don’t know, don’t wanna,” one of the older maids, Cora, remarked. “And it is weird, you fool. Of course they’ll have a favorite maid, but not one they call on just to chat or drink tea with. No one wants to do that with their servants just to be friendly.”
Y/n raised a brow, pushing her plate away from her. They would just have to eat some of the leftover tea biscuits . “I don’t understand. I’ve never done anything to make them do that and I don’t really like having to run from one to the other, if I’m to be honest.”
Cora smirked. “They probably like it.”
“What is that supposed to mean?” she demanded, knowing the statement meant something entirely to Cora as Annabel was equally confused.
The older woman shrugged, happy to have everyone’s attention. “Well, I don’t know about the Shelbys, but some couples like having a toy to play with. Oh, don’t act dumb, Y/n,” Cora rolled her eyes. “They are like cats and you’re the poor mouse they toss around. You should be lucky all you have to do is keep them company. There are some couples that want more than that.”
“What do you mean? What more could they want?”
“I can see why they like you,” Cora sighed. “You innocent little thing, I kinda feel bad for them. They probably don’t want to ruin you.”
“Cora!” Y/n whined, wishing she would just get to the point.
The woman waved her off. “Okay, okay. They just want sex, Y/n. That’s generally what they want. I doubt Mr. and Mrs. Shelby are any different, but you are. You’re naive and innocent.”
She nodded, leaning against the back of her chair. Though she was still a little confused, it made sense. She never understood why the two always wanted to see her. She’d never done anything to outshine the other maids. She was nothing special, always doing her work and keeping quiet, yet they still seemed to notice her. “What do I do?”
“Nothing, just be grateful you have a job,” Annabel told her.
“Oh, Annabel, shut up. You should be grateful you have a job, but you might be able to get more out of them since they like you so much,” Cora suggested.
Y/n frowned, she understood what Cora was saying, but the idea of using her employers made her feel guilty. They were kind to her, much kinder than her last employers. They treated her as an equal and made her feel wanted, which was more than she could say of the downstairs company. With how Cora explained it, it seemed like they were using her and it would only be fair to do the same, but Y/n wasn’t sure she could bring herself to do that. The more time she spent with them, the more she began to care for them. She used to fear any time they’d call for her, afraid they’d chew her up and spit her out, but now she carved being in their presences and missed them more than she should have when they’d leave for trips.
“You should talk to them. Even if you won’t ask them for anything, you could still figure out where you stand,” Cora said, giving her a reassuring smile upon seeing the conflict in her eyes. “Now, someone get the biscuits. I’m not eating this shit.”
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Y/n popped her head into Mr. Shelby’s office as the door was left ajar. Mrs. Shelby sat on the sofa and Mr. Shelby was out in the hall talking with one of their guests as he saw the man out. Y/n cleared her throat to capture the woman’s attentioned. “You wanted to see me, Mrs. Shelby.”
“You are allowed to call me Lizzie, you know that,” she said with an amused smile. She seemed to have this conversation with the girl each time she called on her.
“Um, I know,” she said shyly, shuffling further into the room. “But I don’t think it would be right if I did.”
Lizzie raised a brow, she had never had a problem with it before when she would insist upon it. “Why is that?”
Y/n shrugged. “I’m just a maid. And it doesn’t seem fair when the others can’t.”
Shaking her head, her employer couldn’t help but chuckle. “Oh, sweets, you’re more than a maid to me and that’s why they can’t. They’re not you.”
“What do you mean?” she asked, replaying Cora’s words over and over. She was glad at least someone was willing to lay it all out for her.
Before Lizzie could respond, the door creaked open as Tommy stepped into the room. “Bates is finally gone, never thought the man would leave,” he groaned, going over to the liquor cabinet. “What’s going on in here?” he asked, looking between the two women.
“I asked Y/n to come join us for a drink, do you have a problem with that?” she asked her husband, who had just opened a new bottle of whiskey.
He shrugged, grabbing three glasses. “Not at all.”
“Good,” Lizzie smiled. “Y/n, please sit, relax a little. I think there is something we all need to discuss,” she said, patting the cushion next to her.
Y/n hesitated for a moment, but took a seat anyway. She knew they wouldn’t be mad if she chose not to, if she chose to go back to her room, but she didn’t like the idea of disappointing them. And she was curious to find out what it was Lizzie wanted to talk about.
With two full glasses, Tommy rounded the sofa, handing one to Lizzie before handing the other to Y/n. She stared at it for a moment, she’d never drank whiskey before. No one in her family drank and she’d never been one to visit pubs. “It will burn a bit,” he admitted, running a finger along her jawline before tilting her head up. “Just try a sip, sweetheart.”
She nodded, taking a small sip as she felt his eyes on her. It tasted different, new on her tongue before it slid smoothly down her throat, leaving it burning and wanting more.
Satisfied, Tommy fetched his own glass and fell into an armchair beside them. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?”
“No,” Y/n shook her head.
“Lizzie,” Tommy turned his attention to his wife. “What was it you wanted to talk about?”
She smiled, glad they could finally get to business. “I think it’s time we stopped toying with poor Y/n. She looks absolutely exhausted from being at our beck and call.”
Y/n sucked in a breath, staring at the amber liquid in her glass. She was going to be fired, that’s what this was about. They were tired of her already and why would they keep her on as a maid after that? Like Cora said, she was innocent and maybe that was off putting to them, making her too much work if they wanted anything else from her. It was almost laughable considering most people liked her innocence. She wasn’t one anyone ever worried about because of it.
“Oh,” Tommy drawled. “Just have her go back to cleaning then?” He didn’t sound too pleased about it as he shook his head. Y/n couldn’t help but glance between the two. She hoped his tone didn’t mean he wanted her sacked.
His wife shook her head, brown curls bouncing about. “No, no. That’s not what I was getting at. I think it might be better for all of us if we are honest about our relationship,” she suggested.
He nodded, taking a sip of his whiskey. “Go on then.”
Lizzie turned to Y/n, setting her glass on the small coffee table in front of them. “Listen, Y/n, I know this has all been really confusing for you and what you’ve been doing for us isn’t what you were hired for. I think it might be time to establish what is going on here.”
“And what is that?” she asked, more confused than ever.
“Oh, she’s adorable,” Tommy chuckled, catching her attention. Y/n frowned, knowing he was poking fun at her innocence. “You know we both are attracted to you. Even a nun could see that. Why do you think Lizzie has you drink tea with her and sits a little too close? Or why I ask you to help dress me for dinners when you know I can manage just fine on my own? We like you close, so we ask you to do this or that for us. Anything that we think you’d be comfortable doing.”
She swallowed the lump that had formed in her throat as she felt their eyes on her. “O-okay. Um, why are you telling me this now?” she asked, gripping her glass tighter.
He shrugged with a grin. “Because we know you feel the same.”
Y/n felt her cheeks heat up at his words, wishing she could flee the room. “I-”
“It’s alright, sweetheart, nothing to be ashamed of,” he told her. “We could make this work if you want. But only if you want.”
She nodded, biting the inside of her cheek. She wasn’t sure what exactly he was proposing, but she wanted to accept. She really didn’t care what they were asking of her, she would do anything they asked. If they asked her to jump, she was sure she’d ask how high. “I, um, don’t know. I’ve never done anything, anything at all like this. It would… I’m not experienced and I don’t want to be a disappointment. I-”
“Hey, hey, enough of that,” Lizzie interrupted, fearing she’d continue on with her ramble if no one stopped her. “That doesn’t matter, not right now. We can teach you anything you want to know and we can go at your pace. We don’t want to do anything you’re uncomfortable with, okay?” she asked with a reassuring smile.
“Yeah, yeah,” Y/n nodded with a small smile. “But-”
“Come here,” Tommy cooed, setting his glass down. Hesitantly, she placed her glass on the coffee table and came to stand in front of him. “No more of that,” he said soothingly, pulling her on to his lap. “If you don’t want this, that’s fine. We won’t be mad,” he said as she snuggled into his chest. It felt right to be so close to him, soaking in his warmth. “We will go at your pace, you know that, right? We care about you and we won’t do anything to hurt you.”
“Okay,” she mumbled.
Lizzie stood with a smile. “We can talk about this more in the morning,” she said, caressing Y/n’s cheek. “But now we should get you to bed, you look tired.”
She nodded, holding back a yawn. She had been up since the early house of the morning polishing all the silver before tending to other chores.
Lizzie helped her to her feet. “There’s a nice warm bed upstairs calling your name,” she smiled, wrapping an arm around Y/n’s waist.
“But I sleep downstairs.”
“Not anymore,” she whispered. “We can talk about that all tomorrow. I’ll be right back, Tommy.” He nodded as the two walked out of the room.
The pair ended up in one of the guest bedrooms. It was twice the size of Y/n’s room downstairs and much nicer. To her, it was like a room at Buckingham Place, but it was just an ordinary room to Lizzie. When Y/n was tucked under the covers, eyes drowsy, Lizzie gave her a smile before kissing her forehead. “In the morning, come eat breakfast with us. We can talk this all over then, okay?”
Y/n nodded, mumbling, “M’kay.”
“Goodnight, sweets.”
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Summary: Tommy slowly begins to develop feelings for his wife, but does his best to keep it to himself. Then she goes and faints while gardening, leaving him to learn something new about her. And he may just have to take up the task of gardening while she rests.
Thomas Shelby x Female!Reader
Word Count:2k
Warnings: Arranged marriage (gotta warn those who swoon over that) fluff
A/n: Okay, this is super self indulgent, like I’ve been thinking about this for a couple days now and I knew I had to write it. And I’m liking the whole arranged marriage trope more and more. So this has just hit every mark for me and it makes me so happy. I’m so tempted to write a second part about Tommy actually gardening. Idk why, but I think it would just be hot seeing him covered in dirt, planting flowers. Like I want that! And I’m sure I’m not the only on.
“Y/n,” Tommy called as he walked out into the garden. It was early morning, but as it was summer, the morning air was starting to warm up, making it a perfect time to enjoy the outdoors. Rounding a hedge, a small smile crept across his face when his eyes landed on his wife, kneeling in the tug up soil with a lily in her hand. “How’s the garden going?”
She turned to him, flashing him a sweet smile. He loved that smile, but he would never admit it. “Good. I’m going to pick some more plants up today, if that’s okay?”
He nodded and stuffed his hands in his trouser pockets. “You know you don’t need to ask me that, love. My money is your money.”
Their marriage wasn’t the most conventional one, seeing as how it was arranged to create an alliance between Y/n’s family and the Peaky Blinders. It was better than expected, though. Tommy and Y/n managed to get along, mainly because Y/n didn’t seem to have a mean bone in her body. She had been hesitant to trust him at first, but she was kind, always giving him a smile here and there. And they usually kept to themselves, at least Tommy made a point to in the beginning. He had a hard time with that after a while as he was always curious as to what she was getting up to. But Y/n was never bored, that he learned. If she wasn’t reading in the library, she was annoying the cook by baking in the kitchen, or trying to garden alongside the gardener. The only reason she was planting flowers was because the gardener had kicked her out of the greenhouse.
And as much as Tommy didn’t want to care about his wife, as much as he wanted it to just be a business arrangement, he could help but love seeing her doing the things she loved.
“Yeah, I know. Um, are you gonna be home for dinner?” she asked sheepishly, seeing he was dressed in a suit with one of his caps pulled lower over his forehead, ready to head to the office.
Tommy shook his head. “I don’t think so.”
“Tell Francis. That new cook gives her hell anytime he makes food for the both of us and I end up being the only one at diner.”
“I’ll let her know. Well, I gotta go,” he said, glancing down at his watch. “I’ll be home tonight.”
“Have a good day,’ she smiled before turning back to the plant in her hand.
Tommy turned on his heels, wishing he could kiss her goodby, but he’d never done that before. He hadn’t done anything with her, except kiss her on their wedding day months ago. They both slept in different rooms, drawing a clear line where their relationship stood. Tommy wished that line could be drawn in the sand and washed away. Glancing back at her form, he wished he hadn’t been so cold in the beginning because now all he wanted was her. A thought that he wished he could shake from his mind.
She would be the death of him, he was sure of it, as he hated leaving her each day.
*~~*~~*
A few hours later, in the afternoon, Tommy heard the phone ring out at Lizzie’s desk as he looked over one of the books. Polly swore the new employees were useless but Tommy wasn’t finding any of the mistakes she swore would be in there. If they kept up with the good work, Tommy would probably be able to leave on time for the first time in forever. His concentration was broken when the phone on his desk began to ring. He groaned before picking it up. “Hello,” he nearly barked with irritation.
“Mr. Shelby.” It was Francis and she sounded serious. He’d told her he wouldn’t be home for dinner, so there should have been no reason for the cook to bother her about it.
“Is something wrong, Francis?” He drummed the fingers of his free hand against his desk. With the large staff he had at the house, he was sure there was a number of things that could go wrong.
“Yes, it’s Mrs. Shelby, sir,” she said as Tommy sucked in a sharp breath. “She fainted out in the garden. She said not to worry you with it, but she looks clammy and probably should see a doctor, but she refuses to let me call one.”
Releasing a shaky breath, he swore under his breath. He should have brought her out some water or something. There was no shade where she had been working and if he wasn’t home, there probably wasn’t anyone who would try to get her to come in out of the heat.
“Mr. Shelby?”
“Um, I’ll be right there, Francis. Make her drink some water and I’ll talk to her about seeing a doctor,” he rushed, standing to fix the papers on his desk. When Francis agreed to the request, he hung up the phone, shoved a few papers under his arm before grabbing his coat off the rack.
“Where are you going?” Lizzie asked, startled, as he burst out of his office, fingers ceased on the typewriter in front of her as she stared up at him.
“Home. Tell Polly she’s in charge and the books have been looked over. They’re on my desk if she wants them,” he informed her, quickly descending the stairs before she could even get in a word.
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Tommy arrived home in record time, aggressively navigating the streets. He didn’t want to know how many accidents he’d caused on the way home, but he was sure there were a couple. Jumping out of the car, quick strides carried him to the house as the door quickly opened, Francis appearing behind it.
“She’s in your office,” she said, shutting the door before leading the way.
He raised a brow, leaving his papers on a table in the hall. “Why isn’t she in bed?”
“It was closer, sir,” the maid shrugged and opened the door to his large office.
Y/n sat on the sofa with a cup of what he hoped was water in her hands. She glanced over at them, giving him a weak smile. “Thank you, Francis,” he said and turned to his wife once she’d left.
“I thought you weren’t going to be home until late,” she said when he fully entered the room, shutting the door behind him. Tommy didn’t respond, instead coming to stand in front of her. He rested the palm of his hand against her cheek, looking her over with concerned eyes.
He let out a sigh. “You know why I’m here, love. Wanna tell me what happened and why you didn’t want Francis to call me.”
She whined, falling back against the cushions. It was clear she thought the incident wouldn’t have to be mentioned to him if it weren’t for Francis. Tommy plucked the cup out of her hands, which happened to be full of tea, and placed it on the small coffee table beside the sofa. He walked over to his desk and leaned against it, eyes trained on her.
“Oh, don’t look at me like that,” she complained with a pout.
He folded his arms over his chest. “Then don’t act like a child. Now, spill it.”
“Nothing really happened. I was planting the new flowers I got. I stood to grab another tray and I fainted. That’s all there is to it.”
Tommy shook his head. “Then why wasn’t I supposed to know?”
Y/n groaned. “Oh, don’t act like I wasn’t going to tell you eventually. I… I just didn’t want to bother you at work,” she confessed. “You have more important things to deal with than this.”
“Excuse me,” he stared at her, eyes wide. “My wife collapsing in the heat is important. Don’t you ever go thinking my work is more important than you.” She nodded, eyes trained on the persian rug beneath her. “Now, I’m going to call a doctor.”
“No, no,” she waved him off, eyes darting up to meet his, and pushed herself off the soft cushions. She didn’t get very far before her legs started to shake.
“Hey.” Tommy rushed to her side and helped her back onto the sofa. “Just sit, would you?”
She huffed, glaring up at him. “I’m fine, Tommy. Really.”
But her husband wasn’t convinced as he shook his head. “No, you’re not. And even if you are, I would feel much better if a doctor was the one saying that.”
“Well, I don’t want to see a doctor,” she said firmly, folding her arms across her chest. “It would be a waste of money.”
Tommy clicked his tongue, looking her in the eye. A thought crossed his mind as he took in her posture. “Are… Are you afraid of doctors?”
Y/n looked at him with wide eyes before they sheepishly fell to the ground. “I wouldn’t say ‘afraid.’ I just don’t like them,” she whispered, hands falling into her lap.
Pushing himself off his desk, Tommy came over to her. Falling onto the sofa beside her, he grabbed one of her hands, giving it a squeeze. “You know you could have just said that,” he said, eyes trained on her face.
“But it’s silly.”
“It’s not silly to me, love,” he said softly. “Come here.” He gently pulled her into his lap. He’d never held her before, but it felt right as she rested her head against his shoulder. “Would it make you feel better if I stayed in the room?”
She hummed, before saying, “You won’t be lurking in the corner, will you?”
He chuckled, kissing her forehead. “Only if you want me to.”
“Okay,” she finally said, snuggling closer.
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A little while later Tommy called the doctor, who had told him exactly what he expected, that she hadn’t been drinking enough water and had spent too much time in the heat. Y/n may have been right, it wasn’t worth the money, but he knew she would be more willing to listen to him if a doctor agreed. Once the doctor had left, Tommy handed her a warm cup of tea that Francis had brought in. Y/n happily accepted it, sipping on the warm liquid.
“Does this mean I can’t finish planting the rest of the flowers?” she asked, looking up at her husband who was sitting at his desk.
He nodded, a glass of whiskey in one hand and a cigarette in the other. “Yes, it does.”
Y/n frowned, staring at the leaves in her tea. “But they need to be planted!” she complained.
“Not by you,” Tommy pointed out. “You heard the doctor, you are to rest and drink lots of water. There will be no gardening for you.”
“Tommy!” she whined with pleading eyes, but he held his ground. “Oh, you’re just out to kill my flowers,” she mumbled.
He rolled his eyes. “No, I’m not. You won’t be planting them, I will.”
Y/n raised a brow, taking a sip of her tea. “You don’t garden.”
“It doesn’t look hard,” he said with a shrug, but he was sure he’d be proven wrong. “You can sit in a chair, in the shade-” He emphasized the last bit. “-and watch, while I plant them. You can tell me exactly how you want it done and all that, but you will keep your arse in that chair and be drinking water.”
She wasn’t too happy about that, but nodded. It would be interesting to see Tommy gardening, she’d need to get a picture of it. “Okay, okay, Mr. Shelby. Have it your way.”
“Thank you, Mrs. Shelby. And I will be working from home the rest of the week,” he stated with a small smile.
Y/n chuckled, “Don’t tell me it’s to make sure I follow doctor’s orders.”
Tommy shrugged with a smile. He was sure Y/n would be a pain in the arse the rest of the week, but he wouldn’t trade it for the world. It was about time he spent some quality time with his wife. He may be able to give her any material item she wanted, but she deserved better than that. And he would make sure she knew that. That was, of course, if he survived gardening.
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Requests: hiii, i’ve got a request. reader dating thomas shelby and she’s so much younger than him and she always feels a bit insecure and jealous when tommy is talking with these older women who are closer to his age (like maybe tommy is taking her to a party and tatiana is there) and tommy convinces her later after she told him what’s bothering her that he only wants her
can you write about the scene where tatiana tried to rile up the reader like she did with grace the charity event scene s3ep2? minus the “does your wife know the sapphire has been cursed by the gypsy”
Requested by Anonymous & Anonymous
Thomas Shelby x Female!Reader
Word Count: 2.4k
Warnings: Alcohol, language, jealousy, lil angst, nice fluff ending
A/n: I’m a little pissed since the second request was sent to one of my mutuals. We were both equally upset about it, but nonetheless I still accepted it. But please don’t send a request to me that you’ve also sent to other writers unless they have turned it down. On a different note, this isn’t my best work. I was struggling to write it and I’m not a huge fan of the beginning, but I do like the ending. So, enjoy.
With a room filled with chatter, Y/n felt out of place. There she stood, near the corner, lips sealed tightly together as she watched the party around her. It wasn’t usual for her to be in the corner like a wallflower, but it seemed that was to be her place for the night. It wasn’t a horrible thing, she could drink her wine in peace and not have to make small talk. But it allowed her mind to graze over things in a different, unpleasant view.
From across the room, she spied her date, who like always, had abandoned her. Usually, Y/n didn’t mind as she knew Tommy was simply in business mode. He sought out potential business partners like predators sought out prey. She never gave it much thought and would usually find someone to talk to. Normally it was Polly who would also come along to such events. But at this certain party, Polly was nowhere to be found, something Y/n was sure had to do with Michael. Tommy hadn’t gone into detail, but Polly was beyond furious at the boy and seemed ready to kill when she’d gone home. A charity event wasn’t the place for an angry mother.
Tonight was much different than any normal event. Y/n stood alone while Tommy stood around a group of men, with a woman nearly hanging off his arm. Sucking in a breath, she tried not to think too much into it. Women loved Thomas Shelby, that was old news, and it appeared Tommy wasn’t giving her any thought. But that didn’t mean he hadn’t…
Brushing it off, Y/n stood straight, sipping on her wine. She had nothing to fear, not when Tommy was too focused on the conversation he was having with some factory owner, and certainly not when he hadn’t even cast an eye at the woman standing beside him. But then the woman’s lips moved, turning Tommy’s attention toward her and a faint smile painted his lips, causing Y/n choke on her wine.
Dear god, the woman had managed to get Thomas Shelby to smile, that was even a rare feat for his own girlfriend to even do.
A shaky breath escaped Y/n’s lips. There was no need to be jealous, he was just being polite, that’s what she told herself over and over again. There was no need to worry or think too much into it, but she found herself doing just that.
Y/n knew it was normal to be jealous sometimes or insecure, but she felt ashamed for such feelings when it came to Tommy. He wasn’t property, he wasn’t her’s, and she had no right to be territorial over him. But sometimes she couldn’t help it. And the jealousy that erupted anytime a woman approached him with hopeful eyes came from the insecurities that she buried deep inside.
Y/n and Tommy never discussed the age gap between them. Tommy believed there was nothing to discuss, but Y/n often felt otherwise. She was young, far too young for some when she mentioned who her boyfriend was. When people looked at Tommy, they saw a mature, older woman by his side, someone like Grace or Lizzie. A young woman, naive to many of the evils of the world, was not someone they placed next to a man like him.
Beliefs like those dug at her, making her wonder if she even deserved that position. She was young and less experienced in so many different ways than Tommy’s previous girlfriends. She didn’t have a tough exterior or ideas that could change the world. She wasn’t anything special and, to many people, she shouldn’t have caught Thomas Shelby’s eye.
Y/n wasn’t sure how much time had passed, but she had managed to drink four glasses of wine and stare daggers in the direction of her boyfriend. More and more of his attention was being given to the brunette by his side as her smile grew bigger and she couldn’t keep her hands off him. Who she wished to take down with her daggers, Y/n couldn’t tell, but both would be in the cross fires.
Before she could make up her mind, the burnette detached herself from Tommy, causing Y/n to brighten up. Finally the woman was leaving him to find some other man to seduce. Oh, but Y/n couldn’t get that lucky, could she? Not when the woman was walking straight towards her.
“Are you enjoying the party?” the woman asked in a Russian accent, coming to stand in front of her.
Swallowing, Y/n searched for an escape but there were none to be had. “Um… yes. Are you?”
The woman smiled upon hearing the hesitation in her answer. “Oh, yes. Your boyfriend is wonderful company.”
Biting the inside of her cheek, Y/n stared at the woman with wide eyes. She hadn’t expected her to be so up front about it. “Oh, yes, he is. May I ask who you are?” She wasn’t sure she wanted to know, but this woman seemed to know exactly who she was.
“Tatiana Petrovna. And it doesn’t seem to me like you’re wonderful company considering he practically fled as soon as he could get away.”
Tatiana was delighted to deliver the blow, Y/n could see it in her eyes, but did her best to avoid a reaction. Under her composed features, Y/n wasn’t sure if she wanted to slap the woman or applaud her for such forward words. “He’s a busy man, Tatiana, this is merely business to him.”
“I’m sure,” she hummed, turning her gaze toward the man in question. “I’m sure that’s what he’d like you to believe.”
“Excuse me?” Y/n asked, fingers tightening around her glass. If the woman kept it up, Y/n was sure the glass would end up in shards on the floor.
“Oh, you know how men are,” she said playfully, poking at any nerve she could find. “He probably makes everything seem like business, even when he’s fucking a whore. That’s all just business to him.”
She hummed, biting her tongue. Nothing good would come from making a scene. But maybe that’s what Tatiana wanted. Maybe she wanted to just get under Y/n’s skin in order to wiggle her way in between her and Tommy. Y/n couldn’t lie, this woman knew exactly what she was doing and Y/n feared that it would work. With her insecurities about their age gap and everyone’s expectations for Tommy’s love life, Y/n was already bottling up so much. This, whatever this was, might just be what would be enough to break the bottle.
“Don’t worry, though, I won’t fuck him if he asks. He’ll have to buy me a drink first.” Tatiana winked with a grin before walking away.
Y/n shook with anger as she sucked in a breath. Out of all the women she’d met, that one had to be the worst. Lizzie may have been jealous that Y/n was dating Tommy but she had never gone out of her way to say things such as that, and Y/n knew she had plenty of ammunition. Tatiana wasn’t a jealous woman after her man, that she could tell, she was a woman willing to play games to get what she wanted. She walked away like the world owed her something and she would trick it into giving it to her. That was a dangerous game, one Y/n didn’t want to play. Gulping the rest of her wine down, Y/n grabbed another off a platter as a waiter walked by, praying that Tommy would be ready to leave soon, fearing the woman would come back to torment her some more.
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Tommy let out a tired sigh as soon as they reached the bedroom. It had been a long night and he was glad there was no reason for them to stay any longer than they had. He had also spied Y/n during the night with three different glasses of wine and had a feeling that she’d drank more than he’d seen. So, he decided it was best to go home before she drank too much and he’d have to carry her to the car. Undoing his tie, he glanced over at her sitting on the bed, struggling to undo her shoes. “Would you like some help with that, love?”
She shook her head, continuing to try and undo the strap. Eventually she got her shoes off and stood on shaky feet to go wash off her makeup.
“Y/n, sit down,” Tommy insisted, coming over to her side. All the wine she’d had was starting to get to her, making her eyelids heavy and her legs shaky. “I’ll get a washcloth.”
“No, no. I can do it,” she mumbled, not in the mood to talk to him. As much as she was glad to have left the party, that meant she would have to be alone with Tommy. After what Tatiana had said to her, she wasn’t so sure that was a good idea.
Shaking his head, he grabbed her elbow to help steady her. She’d fall on her face without his steady hand. “Let me help you then, I don’t want you to fall.” She didn’t argue as he led her to the bathroom or when he sat her on the toilet. Grabbing a washcloth, Tommy ran it under warm water before handing it to her. “Here.”
“Thank you,” she said, grabbing the cloth.
“Would you like a glass of water? It might make you feel better,” he suggested. “I’ll do it for you, love,” Tommy said gently, plucking the cloth from her hands when he saw her stare down at it without moving. She looked too tired to care who did it and he just wanted to get her to bed.
Gently, he ran the cloth over her face, making sure to get all of her makeup. When he was satisfied, he threw the rag in the sink and helped her to her feet. “Are you okay, Y/n?” It was a stupid question to ask taking into account she was clearly drunk. But behind the tired eyes and sluggish limbs, she looked sad, distant even.
She nodded, pushing past him, but didn’t get very far when he gently reached for her hand. “I’m fine, Tommy,” she insisted, slurring her words a bit.
Pulling her back to him, he shook his head. “No, you’re not. Please tell me what’s wrong,” he pleaded, caressing her cheek. “Please.”
Avoiding his gaze, Y/n fell into him, letting him wrap her in his safe embrace. “Can’t we just go to bed?” she asked, voice muffled by his shirt.
“Sleep won’t solve every problem. Could you just tell me what’s wrong? Then we can go to bed.”
Y/n sighed. She didn’t want to talk about it, she just wanted to go to bed and forget about the whole thing. It was silly, anyway. It was just some stupid comments that only held meaning to her. Tommy would shrug them off like he normally did and that would be the end of it. It wouldn’t be worth mentioning in the end. “Just leave it, Tom.”
“Tell me, I don’t care what it is, just tell me,” Tommy whispered, his breath tickling her ear.
“It’s silly,” she confessed, sounding like a child.
Tommy chuckled. “I don’t care if it’s silly. If it bothers you, I care about it.”
She huffed, giving in. “Sometimes I get a little self conscious about us- No, no,” she restarted, looking up and seeing her boyfriend’s hurt expression. “Oh, Tommy, no. I… oh, I don’t know how to say this. That woman, Tatiana, she said some nasty things to me at the party.” Every word was still fresh in her ears, playing over and over again at the mention of her name.
Tommy seemed to breathe a sigh of relief at the mention of the brunette. “Hey, don’t listen to her. She always tries to get a rise out of people,” he tried to assure her. Tatiana was a pain to deal with, he should have known that she would find her way over to Y/n.
“No.” She pushed herself away from him. “It’s not just what she said. It’s fucking everyone! Everyone thinks I’m too young for you, too immature, too this or too that! Just not good enough!” she yelled. Taking a deep breath, she turned away from him. “And I try to ignore it all like you do. I really do, but sometimes I can’t.” Tears pricked her eyes as she faced him and said, “Sometimes I believe what they say. I mean, how can I be good enough for you when I care too much about other people’s opinions.”
Taken back by her words, Tommy was frozen, eyes trained on her until a sob filled the bathroom and tears rolled down her cheeks. “Y/n, hey-” He approached her carefully, afraid of being shoved away once more. “-that’s okay. It’s okay. There’s nothing wrong with that,” he cooed, cupping her face and wiping the tears away with the pads of his thumb. “Look at me, baby. Look at me.”
Y/n flicked her eyes up to his, sniffling.
“I don’t care how old or young you are, do you hear me?” He paused, only continuing when she nodded. “I don’t care what anyone else has to say about our relationship. It’s ours not theirs, they can all fuck off. They can all fuck off because you are the only one I want, okay?”
“Okay,” she mumbled, leaning into his touch.
“And if anyone says anything like that to you again, you tell me. You don’t keep that to yourself, you tell me and I’ll take care of it.”
Y/n hummed before a yawn escaped her lips. “I’m sorry for not mentioning it.”
“Don’t be,” Tommy said. “You’ve told me and that’s all that matters now. We can get past this. And no more talking to Tatiana, eh?”
Y/n let out a small laugh. “Yeah, she’s bitch.”
That they could both agree on. “Alright, let’s get you to bed now,” Tommy said with a laugh. “Come on.” He shooed her into the bedroom. “I’m tired and you’re still drunk, so let’s go to bed.”
There was no way Y/n was going to disagree with that. She was exhausted both mentally and physically. At the next party Tommy tried to drag her to, she would make sure he didn’t leave her side. There was no way in hell she was going to get caught alone with Tatiana once again.
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A/n: This is a little shorter than I expected it to be, but honestly I’m not sure what I expected of it. I wrote half of it and then realized it hadn’t turned out the way I wanted it to. It wouldn’t be the first time that’s happened and it probably won’t be the last. Anyway, I hope you enjoy.
Y/n yawned as she neatly stacked the paperwork she had just finished. It was nearing 8 o’clock and she should have left the betting shop ages ago, but a few new girls had been hired and Y/n found herself redoing their work. It was tedious work, scanning through the stacks of papers to double and triple check everything, but it needed to be done. She knew if it wasn’t Polly or Tommy would have a fit and the poor girls would have to endure their brutal words.Y/n had experienced that herself when she used to work at a laundromat, she never wished that on any new employee.
A shuffle by the front door caught her attention. Glancing up, she supposed it was a stray cat, a few had found their way into the shop before. But it didn’t end at the shuffling like it would had it been a cat, no, the door knob turned with a click and a lanky figure trudged into the shop. Y/n sat frozen at her desk, wide eyes trained on the figure. The candle at her desk barely gave off enough light for her to see the small print properly, let alone who the person was that had interrupted her.
“Fucking hell,” the person mumbled as they tripped over a chair. The voice was very distinct in Y/n’s mind as she stood to steady the man, no longer stunned with fear.
“Tommy,” she sighed, bringing him to a chair. “What have you done now?” Though the room was dim, she was sure the man was covered in cuts and bruises. A usual appearance for him.
He grunted, shedding his overcoat. “It’s only a scratch.”
“A scratch, eh? This scratch has got you tripping over chairs, has it?” Y/n turned the overhead light before returning to him. Eyes tracing his form, Y/n saw the dark bruises along his cheek and the cuts that covered his exposed skin. She didn’t want to know what he’d gotten himself into or how battered the skin under his clothes appeared.
“Don’t worry about it,” Tommy waved her off, trying to stand only for Y/n to push him back down.
“Don’t even think of it,” she warned before fetching the first aid kit and a wet rag. Polly had bought a few and placed them around the shop, likely knowing that her nephews would use up all the supplies. With the kit on the desk in front of her, Y/n searched through it for all the right supplies. She had patched up a Shelby before so she knew exactly what she’d be needing. “This may sting,” she commented, tabbing the rag against a cut above his eyebrow.
“You don’t need to do this,” he muttered, wincing as she ran the cloth against his skin. But he knew his words were no use. Everytime he showed up injured in any way, she always planted herself in front of him and refused to leave until he looked somewhat pieced back together. As irritating as it was, he’d grown quite fond of her gentle touches. It would be a lie if he said he hadn’t been hoping that she would still be at the shop. A silly thought, considering the late hour, but it had been a correct one.
Y/n shook her head. “Yes, I do. If I don’t, you’ll just crawl into bed and die of your wounds.”
Tommy grunted in response but allowed her to continue with her work, carefully watching her form.
Silence filled the shop as Y/n cleaned his wounds and patched him. He was in better shape than she thought as long as she didn’t take his bruises into consideration. And a lot of the blood appeared to be someone else’s. Such a horrid thing to be thankful for.
“There.” She took a step back, making sure she didn’t miss anything. “I think you are all mended.”
He nodded and watched as she packed everything away. “Why were you still here?” he asked as he searched for his cigarettes. The question had been lingering once he’d set eyes on her. Everyone, including her, should have gone home ages ago.
Y/n shrugged. “Just going over some paperwork that the new girls did. I would hate to see them tossed out over some stupid error.”
“It isn’t your job to make sure they do their job properly,” he mumbled with a cigarette between his lips.
That part was true, it wasn’t part of her job at all. Polly trained all the new employees, Y/n just had to put up with all their mistakes. “That might be true, but someone has to help them out. Or at least make sure I don’t have to hear about it later. And I’ll be stuck fixing it anyway.”
He hummed, mulling over her answer.
“Well, I should go now. I’m sure you’d like to be left alone,” she told him, arranging her desk and neatly stacking the papers for the morning. “Go-”
Tommy lightly grasped her wrist as she passed to fetch her coat. “Stay. Please.”
The last thing he wished was to be alone, not when she was such lovely company and he couldn’t stand to be alone with his own mind.
Glancing back at him, she relaxed under his soft eyes. “Are you sure?” One rule of the office was to always leave Tommy alone. Whether he was in a bad mood or not was never the point, everyone knew Tommy liked to sit by himself and stew.
“Yes.”
With a small smile, she fell into a chair beside him. “Could you spare a cigarette?” she asked. Tommy pulled one out of his pack and lit it for her once it was between her lips. “Thank you.”
The two spent the rest of the evening talking and drinking the cheap whiskey John kept in his desk. Neither thought it would be as enjoyable as it was, but neither wished to part with the other by the time midnight rolled around. And by the time they parted, Tommy wished to take her out on a date. Mending his wounds was no way to get close to her, at least not in his mind.
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A/n: I wasn’t sure I liked this that much when I read it and I nearly deleted it. But I loved the first couple paragraphs so I kept it and just fixed it to my liking. It’s short and sweet, but I would totally do a second part about how Tommy reacts to learning about what he said. I think it would be cute and I love the idea of Tommy having this tough extior but melts for his s/o. That thought just kills me.
With a huff, Y/n helped Tommy down the steps of the Garrison, one of his arms draped over her shoulders while she had an arm snaked around his waist to help prop him up. She wished Arthur or John was the one helping him home, but they were just as drunk, if not more than their brother. When Y/n was woken up by a call from Finn, the poor boy had been left to tend to his older brothers, she didn’t believe her boyfriend to be as drunk as Finn had said. Tommy was usually the most sober, or just could handle his whiskey better. She hadn’t been prepared to haul the man home.
“What am I going to do with you?” Y/n ask softly, doing her best to keep them on a straight path.
Tommy mumbled something before tripping over his feet. Y/n did her best to steady him, preventing him from falling face first on the pavement. If he did fall, it would be his fault without a doubt, but Y/n knew she would feel guilty about it. Especially if it left a scratch.
“I fucking love you,” Tommy confessed, slurring his words. His eyes were tracing the outline of her jaw. She’d felt his intense eye on her as she guided them to his flat, but thought it would be far too distracting if she met his eye.
A warm laugh vibrated her chest, “Shut up and tell me this when you’re sober.” She shook her head with a smile. Though she was happy to hear such words from him, she hated that it took liquor to get him to say it.
There was no doubt Tommy loved her. You’d have to be blind to not see the love that coursed through him even just thinking about his girlfriend. As nice as that was, Y/n wished she could get verbal confirmation from time to time.
“No, I mean it,” he said sternly, his business voice coming out. “I fucking love ya. Your smile, your kindness, your warmth. I love everything about ya.”
Y/n nodded, attempting to hide her smile. She would have to remind him of his confession in the morning. She was sure he’d do his best to brush it off as a blush would creep across his cheeks. That’s what she loved the most about him, how easy it was for her to make him blush.
“I love you so fucking much I can’t live without you. Yeah, I can’t do that. No, I won’t. I’m gonna make you my wife, yeah. That’s what I’m going to do. I’m gonna marry you!” he declared with a nod.
His girlfriend raised a brow as she listened to his little rant. She could tell Tommy was no longer talking to her and she had a feeling he’d forgotten she was the only thing holding him up. As Tommy went on and on about marriage and a wedding, Y/n couldn’t contain the bright smile that crept onto her face. She had no idea Tommy had thought so much about marrying her. Or that he wanted to have lilies in the flower arrangements. Weird.
“Tommy,” Y/n said, capturing his attention as they neared his flat. “How about you tell me all about this in the morning?” As much as she wanted him to continue, his excitement about it couldn’t be contained and Y/n was starting to struggle under his weight.
“Oh, yeah,” he breathed. “Maybe we can get married in the morning!”
“Yeah, maybe if you don’t have a killer hangover.”
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Rushed. Quick as the orange leaves that fall from the oaks providing the caravan shelter from the autumn sun, she was pawned off to the tall shadow of a man at the altar of dried flowers. Barely enough time to fix her hair, a beige dress was thrown over her by her eager mother. If they had told her, she wouldn’t be getting mud all over her nice heels. There was no time to run, no time to argue, no time to see who her parents had given her to through the thick veil. Words slurred and commanded to be repeated without any thought, her voice was barely a whisper as she did what she was told. Her voice met with a husky response, her betrothed-to-be repeated the words robotically, said “I do”, and finally unveiled her. As per the theme of the day, she hadn’t time to even recognize the scarily beautiful blue eyes before he gave her a chaste, quick peck that was over before she even closed her eyes in an attempt to savor it. And so her fate was sealed. In the Autumn wind, she became Mrs. Shelby, if only by name, losing her life’s freedom as the last leaf fell.
The snow that covered their walkway was as cold as their love that had ceased to blossom since Autumn. She never imagined her bed being so cold, most nights Tommy’s back towards her, leaving a chill whenever he abandoned her in the morning or the night. And it wasn’t for a lack of trying. Though accustomed to speaking her mind as a gypsy, she knew she’d have to do what she could to keep him, so she never argued or picked a fight with him, hence it elect the silent treatment though that’s what she received on a daily basis. It was a muttered “thank you” when she poured him some whiskey before coming home, a hint of a smile when she asked something interesting in conversation, a kiss on the cheek when he wanted more. But he always went to someone other than his wife to satisfy his needs.
His wife. Not the love of his life. Not the women he cherishes. Not the mother of his son. A Lee, a placeholder, a trophy wife.
She had needs too, ones that she’d meet if he didn’t, though it brought along a blizzard.
Smiling, her arms outstretched, she couldn’t help but feel the warmth radiating from the one saving grace she’d had through the seasons. Charlie. A curious little boy of 3 now, it took him nearly no time at all to warm up to you. Eyes mirroring his fathers, at least when she looked into them they were full of life and hope and love. They spent most of their time together outside, her showing him the way to navigate using the sun, picking flowers and which ones to eat. It was as if Charlie had inherited all the parts of Thomas that were good, and all the parts of Thomas’s deceased wife, who he did not wish to speak of, ever. Though he wasn’t her blood, she felt like Charlie’s mother, and she’d continue to teach him everything she knew about the healing effects of herbs, the way the wind blows to signify the changing of the seasons. Among the budding flowers, out in the fields with Charlie’s little hand in hers, Tommy watched from the patio. He noticed things; the curves of her body, the bounce of her hair, the way the color of her dress matched her skin, the smile she had when she talked about her passions, the airiness with which she moved, bare feet running playfully through the grass. Maybe it was time Thomas shed his leaves and grow new ones.
Summer wasn’t just hot, it was oppressive, partly due to the extra attention from Thomas. Could she complain if her husband was finally taking an interest in her almost a year into the arranged marriage? Working his way up in the world, they spent many summer days apart, yet it was on those unnaturally muggy nights she found him turning towards her in bed or spending more time with them outside. His presence, unusual but not unwelcome, as he looked over the books on the patio as she and Charlie played in the lake on the estate, her husband taking extra interest in her as the bathing suit she wore hugged her curves tighter than anything else she wore. He was getting a little sample of all that he could have, though until now he’d never seemed to want a taste. Shy at first, she wore the longer of her suits, covering more of her body.
Except today. The little boy‘s love for swimming left her with nothing but a scandalous swimsuit, tight around her chest and midsection, and shorter than what was appropriate. Her cheeks burned red as she brought Charlie outside to find Thomas there at the table, conscious of his hungry eyes taking in the view.
“Oh, I thought you had left.”
“Thought I’d stay and enjoy the day, it’s nice, isn’t it?” Unsure of if he was talking about the weather or her, she found herself covering her body consciously. All she had wanted was for him to look at her this way, but now it was uncomfortable. Both turning towards the joyous sound of Charlie near the lake, she joined him in the cool water. It was just about sunset by the time she emerged from the water, pushing her hair back and puffing out her chest, knowing full well that Tommy’s eyes were not only one her, drinking in her silhouette, but they hadn’t left her all afternoon, the books laying empty and open in front of him.
The sun leaving them hot and sticky, Thomas agreed to put Charlie down allowing his wife the time to change and dry off. His lingering presence on the bedroom threshold made her flinch, instinctively covering her body from her husband’s lingering stare. It would be understandable if she had felt this shy when she was first betrothed to him, but even after nearly a year, it was as if they still barely knew one another.
“You don’t have to hide from me you know.”
“Sorry, a bit of a habit.” She shrugged her eyes on the colorful summer sun setting behind Thomas, slowly putting her hands down. More intimate than the act itself was standing there for all of him to see and allowing him to see it for as long as he liked. The gypsy in her had almost enough nerve to slap him as he looked, claim “she wasn’t some statute to admire like that” but perhaps being married nearly a year had changed the way she saw things. A husband was supposed to admire his wife.
“There’s another reason I didn’t go to work today, besides the nice weather that is.” It was a combination of the sultriness in his voice and what was still left to be said that made her hot all over.
“Yeah? And what was that?” Timid in response, it wasn’t like her, and yet it seemed this was the longest, most important, conversation they ever had.
“You. In that bathing suit.” He took a step across the room. “You. With Charlie, always so good with him.” The air thinned as he took another step towards her. “You. You’re the reason. And I’m sorry I didn’t see you sooner.”
There was something quite familiar about the chill in the breeze carrying a blaze of orange and gold leaves across the yard. The crispness in the air was reminiscent of their wedding day a year ago, the unlikely pair found themselves celebrating their anniversary by carrying out their vows. To have and to hold, to love and to cherish. Skin on skin, her laugh carried through the caravan as he placed kiss after kiss along her throat. Sweet nothings whispered in her ear bringing a rose blush to her cheeks.
“You look beautiful. You always do, love. You did on our wedding night. You did in that swimsuit.”
She rolled her eyes. He loved bringing up that core memory, the moment when they realized they were more than a husband and a wife in the eyes of the state, they were more than two people sharing a home and a bed. They were a man and a woman with wants and needs, pleasures and desires and whims of the heart.
She tangled her fingers in his hair, his lips leaving butterfly kisses along her throat. She turned so her lips met his, a kiss so deep she could feel the tingle in her toes. Undoing the buttons of his shirt before his pants, they had memorized every inch of each other, pushing their clothes onto the floor and letting hands roam, every scar, every freckle, every mark known and cherished.
“I love you my husband” the whispers of a romantic language grazing his ear like her petal-soft lips. “Make love to me.”
As every living thing around them prepared for winter by dying off, she was blossoming, legs pried open as he made himself comfortable between them. He kissed her long and deep, savoring her taste before hurrying himself in her. He began his thrusts long and slow, allowing her to stretch and fill with him, until she was ready for more. Thomas was always gentle, slow, saving the more intimate moments of sex for her and her alone.
“Are you alright? Do you want me to keep going?” She only laughed and kissed him deep, tongue exploring forgotten caverns to suggest that he needn’t ask anymore. Wrapping her legs around his waist, it allowed for deeper thrusts, quickened in pace but deep. They began moving in unison, their bodies no longer working as two but one. Each pull accompanied by a push, a moan accompanied by a gasp, an inhale, an exhale. She stretched to take him deeper still, the sensation of him in her sending her toes to curl, her breath to hitch in her throat before kissing him back. Pulling on his hair, nuzzling his neck, arching her hips up to meet his.
The pace quickened, her body begging for more, and Thomas could only oblige, his grip on her even tighter then. He couldn’t hold her close enough. They were a tangle of limbs, every thrust of his leaving her wanting more, gasping for more breath, leaving her shivering from the pleasure. It built, a small sensation growing from her core and spreading outwards. She retaliated the only way she knew how, caressing him, hands exploring every toned crevice and divet of his musical back, a roadmap permanently etched into her mind but one she’d never tire of exploring. Needy open-mouthed kisses peppered his skin along with sweet nothings. “That’s it,” “right there,” “Thomas,” “beautiful.” “Thomas.”
Though it had taken them long to connect this way, the bond between them was nearly unbreakable. They’d found their rhythm, releasing in sync once the pleasure had grown to an unbearable amount. He begged and she complied, opening and releasing around him as he did the same, pulling and holding her close. The heat that she felt was enough to convince her it was summer already, face resting on Thomas’s sticky skin, sweet with the scent of him. Running his hands through her hair they stewed in the comforting silence they provided each other after so long together. Sometimes love ales seasons to grow.
And the same could be said for that next summer. She had the pleasure of sitting on the patio furniture and smiling at the warm sounds of Tommy’s giggles and screams. He was back in that lake again but this year Tommy as buy his side, throwing him through the air and cooling him with a splash. She smiled at the scene, then couldn’t help gnawing on her bottom lip while admiring the sculpted physique of her husband in his bathing suit. She remembered how he commented on her loos whenever she donned her bathing suit, though now she feared the fabric would barely stretch to fit her and her overbearing bump nearly nine months-round. He still joked on occasion, telling her how wonderful she would look in her swimsuit, and regardless of how many times he uttered the same joke, it made her laugh. Hand resting on her bump, skin dewy with sweat from basking in the overly hot summer sun, she couldn’t believe how much could truly change in a year. Their love was like a wind, cold and brisk at first until it was barely strong enough to provide any relief from the heat.
Requested by anonymous: ‘Hi, I’ve been reading your works and really love your writing and would like to ask for one too Could you write Tommy Shelby x Reader who he’s known since childhood, basically his first love, an angel for him, they have a feeling for each other growing up but never said it out. Then there’s Grace and the story gets more complicated because she(reader) thought that Tommy is in love with Grace when actually he is in love with her, so he confessed his feeling.’
Characters:Thomas Shelby x Reader, mentions of other Shelby family
Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name
Warnings:Swearing, sexual themes, arguing, jealousy
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“Here’s the papers you wanted, Tommy.”
Ah, there she was. Tommy waited to hear that voice every morning. He went to work desperate to just catch a glimpse of her before he had to get back to business. Looking up from his writings, he held back a smile as (Y/N) approached him, a stack of paper in her hands.
“Morning (Y/N), how come I didn’t get my usual welcome this morning?” he asked with a smirk.
(Y/N) had always made sure to have a hot cup of tea waiting on his desk, with her sat outside his office at her own secretary desk. They would greet each other before going over the agenda for the day and what needed to be done. However, (Y/N) couldn’t be found that morning.
“Oh, well, you would not believe the morning I’ve had.” her professionalism dropped as she perched on the edge of his desk, still angled towards him.
Tommy didn’t hesitate to look at her arse, and how accentuated it was with how she sat. His eyes quickly flicked back to her face as she started speaking again.
“So I came in early as I do, was going to help Pol set up like usual. Poor Sophie is also here, Pol said something about training her up to open so it’s not always us and she’s trustworthy. Anyway, I come in to find Sophie crying next to the safe because she forgot the code Polly gave her, and Pol was shouting orders left, right and centre. Basically, she couldn’t handle Polly’s wrath so I had to help, which took longer than expected.”
“You have had a busy morning.”
“Haven’t I just?”
“What would we do without you, eh?”
“Not much. Especially you.”
“Is that right?”
“You couldn’t even get these papers off my desk yourself. It’s only situated outside the door, Tommy.”
“Keep talking like that and you might just face the consequences.”
“Oh? You going to fire me?”
“No.”
“Then what are you going to do to me?”
Tommy leaned back in his seat, lighting up a cigarette.“You’d have to wait and see.”
(Y/N) couldn’t deny that this was getting her hot and bothered. She and Tommy always bantered and flirted like this, though over the past few years, their words had become more and more bold. They knew each other since they were children, growing up on the same street and playing together. Their friendship stayed strong as they grew up, everyone always teased the pair that they would get married one day, making the teenagers blush. It was as if they both knew about their feelings for one another, but neither wanted to act upon it, in fear that their assumptions were wrong and they would ruin the long friendship they had.
Tommy and (Y/N) would make a very attractive pair. Of course Tommy had the sharp Shelby look, a mysterious man that enticed women, he was confident, smart; he knew what he wanted and how to take charge. And (Y/N) was no doubt one of the most beautiful women in Small Heath. She stood out from the other workers, she had an aura about her, something that said I know my worth and you can’t tell me otherwise. It wasn’t arrogant, it was strong, yet she was also one of the sweetest people you could meet in a shit hole like this. It was a wonder why a man hadn’t married her yet…actually it wasn’t, it was because Thomas Shelby always scared them away.
“Still going for drinks at the Garrison tonight?” (Y/N) said as she got off the desk.
“If I must.”
She laughed, making her way to the door.“Oh come on Tommy, you love going really.”
“Only when you’re there.”
(Y/N) smiled at him one last time before leaving the room, her confident facade disappearing instantly. Tommy really made her nervous, in a good way. Although it frustrated her too; some mornings she would try to hype herself up, finally tell Tommy how she felt about him, hoping he felt the same. It had been going on for so long between them, it was agonising.
The work day went by as it always did, filled with flirty remarks between the two, lingering touches when passing things to one another, longing looks. Finally, it was time to head to the pub. (Y/N) was on Tommy’s arm as they walked, a normal sight. As they entered the pub, (Y/N) noticed Tommy’s attention fall on someone else, a blonde barmaid. She hadn’t seen this one before.
“Tommy? You coming?” (Y/N) tried to sound light, tugging on his arm towards the private room.
“I’ll meet you there.”
He didn’t even look at her as he spoke. Sadly she pulled away from him, following the rest of the Shelby’s. (Y/N) put on a smiling face, despite worrying about what Tommy was doing with that barmaid. She had no right to, they weren’t together. When the window to the bar opened, (Y/N) grabbed the drinks, wanting to peak through. As she slowly slid them towards herself, she saw them in deep conversation, Tommy casually leaning again the bar, the barmaid seemingly cool and collected as she spoke to Tommy; women were always flustered around him, which he didn’t care for, and this worried (Y/N), because what if he took an interest in her?
“Take your time love!” Arthur laughed.
Trying to distract herself by playing cards with the boys, (Y/N) found herself glancing up to the door every time a shadow passed it. She found herself losing every round, not being an amazing player anyway, though it was as if she had never played before. When Tommy did decide to join them, (Y/N) suddenly didn’t want to speak to him.
“What took you so long?” Arthur asked as his brother sat down next to (Y/N).
“Didn’t you see the new bird at the bar? Tommy wasn’t wasting any time.” John chuckled.
(Y/N) kept her eyes down on her cards. Tommy glanced at (Y/N)’s cards, leaning over to whisper in her ear.
“You’re doing terrible tonight.”
“Thanks.” It was blunt, it was rude.
“I can help you win.”
“I don’t need your help.”
Now Tommy could see the first reply wasn’t an accident, she had meant to snap at him.
“What’s up with you?”
“Oh, you’re actually paying attention now?”
“What?”
(Y/N) didn’t answer, continuing the game. Tommy remained silent, perplexed at the woman’s behaviour. What had he missed? He wondered if his brothers had said anything, but she wouldn’t be playing with them still if they had.
Luckily, the family didn’t stay for very long that night. They still had work the next day, and although that didn’t usually stop them, it was going to be a busy day, a big race was on, meaning lots of betters would swarm the shop. Although (Y/N) was still pissed at Tommy, she expected him to walk her home like he always did. Gathering her things and saying goodbye to everyone, she turned to see if Tommy was also ready to leave, frowning at the sight. There he was, leaning against the bar, talking to that barmaid again. (Y/N) made herself known as she walked over, letting her heels click loudly on the floor.
“Tommy, you coming?” she asked, using his nickname.
“I need to stay. Business.” he lazily replied.
“But, you always walk me home.”
“Not tonight. One of my brothers will.”
(Y/N) glared at the woman across the bar. Maybe it wasn’t her fault that Tommy was staying, but it didn’t annoy her any less. Whipping around, she quickly made her exit, slamming the door behind her before catching up to the other Shelby’s. John and Arthur walked (Y/N) back to her home, not taking any notice of her temper. She was quiet for the most part, only speaking when spoken to. Were all men so oblivious?
Once again, Tommy didn’t see (Y/N) at her desk, assuming she was already busy with work. She would pop in soon enough. Settling down in his seat, he noticed there was already two stacks of papers in front of him, before he had even asked to see them. Perhaps (Y/N) had to help the floor today, and made sure he was set up first. But as he sifted through them, he noticed they weren’t in categorical order, the dates were all mixed up, some things had been signed and others weren’t. Confused at her lack of organisation, Tommy headed towards the door, poking his head out of it.
“Where’s (Y/N)?” he asked an employee rushing by.
“Oh, she’s out on the floor, Mr Shelby. She offered to help seeing as it’s the big race today.”
Tommy just nodded, dismissing the man. Stepping out of his office, Tommy scanned the room for her, it was hard to see through the hoards of people in such a small space. As soon as he spotted her on the other side of the room, he made his way through, not caring if he had to push a few people away.
“Why aren’t you at your desk?”
(Y/N) was bending low over a table, scribbling down names and numbers.“Good morning, Mr Shelby.”
“Are you trying to play a game here?”
“I’m simply working, sir.”
That would have sounded a lot more pleasing to him if she wasn’t being so snappy with him.
“I appreciate that you’re helping but those papers you put on my desk are not up to standard.”
She still hadn’t looked at him.“I didn’t have time this morning. There were floods of people as soon as we opened. I assumed you could organise them yourself, you’re a clever man.”
“If you weren’t like a member of the family (Y/N), you could be fired for speaking to me like that.”
“That’s alright, I’ll get a job at the Garrison, like that pretty, little barmaid. Then you might actually notice me.”
“What?”
She sighed, standing up straight.“Would you like me to put those papers in order for you, Mr Shelby?”
“Why are you angry with me?”
“I’m not.”
“I don’t have time to argue about this. Return to your desk and get on with your usual work.”
They stared at each other, not wanting to be the first to fold. (Y/N) pouted, making a show of herself walking away from Tommy. He followed her a few steps behind, watching as she dropped into her seat, immediately getting on with work, and not looking at him once again.
“My usual tea would be nice.” he spat before disappearing back into his office.
The day went on like that. (Y/N) brought him a cup of tea but it wasn’t how he liked it, the second time she made it, she purposefully used like warm water so it was cold by the time she brought it to him. She gave him pens that were low on ink or just broken, stale biscuits to nibble on; it was all very petty but she didn’t care. It was the only way she could get back at him.
After a very long and busy day, the workers were excited to head home and put their feet up. (Y/N) always walked home with Tommy, or at least said bye to him if he could leave. But not tonight. She was making a run for it. Apparently she wasn’t running fast enough.
“(Y/N), a word.” Tommy ordered before she could even walk past his door.
Huffing, she slumped into his office, loudly closing the door. He held eye contact with her as she approached the desk, not offering her a seat.
“Yes, Mr Shelby?”
“What the fuck is wrong with you today?”
“The fact that I have to tell you annoys me even more.”
“So I’ve done something?”
“Yes.”
“And what did I do to upset you so much?”
“You…you didn’t walk me home last night.” she felt childish saying it out loud, even though that wasn’t the actual reason she was upset.
He scoffed.“That’s why you’ve been a bad secretary today, eh? And what the fuck is all this formality about?”
“It’s professional, isn’t it?”
“Yeah, fucking professional to bring me the wrong paperwork.”
“It’s not like you need me to figure out how to put papers in date order.”
“It’s your job, (Y/N). You make my job easier, that’s what you do. This isn’t just because I didn’t walk you home last night, what’s happened?”
She had no defence, she didn’t know what else to say. She couldn’t tell him the real reason, it would seem so foolish.
“It’s nothing.” she mumbled.
Tommy noticed the change in her demeanor.“(Y/N), has something happened that I don’t know about?”
Technically yes.
“I’m fine. Can I go home please?”
“No. You can’t go home.” he stood up, coming to stand in front of her.“I’m not letting you leave until you tell me what’s wrong.”
(Y/N) was silent.
“You said something about noticing you, earlier today. Why?”
“I think you’re looking too deep into-”
“Why?”
(Y/N) had to bite the bullet. She couldn’t come up with another bullshit story fast enough. Even it she did, it wouldn’t be believable.
“I was jealous.”
“Jealous about what?”
“You and the barmaid. As soon as we walked into the Garrison I was invisible. You wouldn’t even look at me. The way you looked at her, I wanted you to have that much attention for me. I want…I want something more Tommy.”
“I have never looked at another woman the way I look at you, let alone that barmaid.”
“Don’t lie. It was like you were infatuated with her.”
“I was interested because she’s not the regular type of person to work in that kind of place. She’s suspicious, I don’t trust her. I was trying to get information about her. And I couldn’t let thatvmoment go to waste, I stayed behind because she was more open with no one around.”
“So, you weren’t trying to sleep with her?”
“No.”
“But you-”
“(Y/N). I’m not interested in her, at all. Let’s be blunt, we both know we’ve been wasting time.”
“What?”
“Did you hear what I said? I can’t look at any other women and not compare them to you. You are above everyone and everything else in my life. I’ve never said any of this to you because of what I do. You were already in danger because of how close you were to the family. But I’ve realised I can’t keep using that as an excuse. I need you (Y/N), I want you.”
“You really mean it? You’re not just saying all these things? Because you have to mean it, Tommy. I…I’ve loved you for so long and waited, and waited, and waited for something to miraculously happen. I don’t want to ruin it.”
“You won’t.” he stepped closer to her.“I love you (Y/N), I fucking love you. I have to have you as mine.”
Both of their breaths were getting shallower, they were so close to one another. They had waited for this moment their entire lives. Although it was a sweet moment, the angst that had been building up all day turned into heavy lust. Tommy pulled her towards him by the collar of her coat, roughly smashing their lips together. She instantly gripped onto his waist coat, steadying herself from the sudden action. He turned her around in his grasp so she was against the desk, leaning her back on it. He leant over her as she laid down, kissing her neck.
“Tommy.” she half moaned as he sucked on her neck, her fingers gripping on the back of his head and neck.“We’re…we’re doing this here?”
“Yes.” he breathed out, hovering over her as he hand gripped her thigh. It slowly moved up under her skirt as he continued speaking.“I’ve imagined this scenario too many times. I’m going to fuck you on this desk like I’ve always dreamed of doing, and you’re going to take it.”
