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[babyvixen27]

HELLO! 🤍🐻🪽 + MASTERLIST

I'm Vixen! I'm 24 and just getting into writing fics after spending years reading them!

As a disclaimer... I write heavy stuff! Not all of it will be but it will definitely be there and I don't want to upset anyone so if you don't like that sort of thing, I'm not the author for you. If you don't like it but like my work, I will also have variety!

I'm also just re-learning how to use Tumblr... why are there so many links and buttons lol

[babyvixen27]

hii !! is part 6 of know your place coming out soon?

Hi yes! Sorry life has been crazy but should be up by the end of the day :3

[babyvixen27]

Part 6 of Know Your Place is almost done, writing a foursome is harder than you think :D gotta make sure everyone gets a piece lol

[babyvixen27]

Know Your Place / Part 5 18+ minor DNI

Tommy Shelby! x Sister Reader! Arthur Shelby! x Sister Reader! John Shelby! x Sister Reader!

A night at the Garrison with your three big brothers reveals a long held secret

Warnings: this is INCEST if you don't like don't read please! This is dirty, freaky, nasty yum yum yum. Anyway, rough sex, misogyny, possessive behaviour throughout.

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He doesn't hesitate.

Tommy closes the distance in one swift, desperate motion, crushing his lips against yours.

The kiss isn't gentle.

It's starving. Years' worth of suppressed love is poured into that single press of mouths. His lips are firm, slightly chapped from smoking, but warm.

One hand flies up to cradle the back of your head, fingers tangling in your loose curls. He gives them a sharp tug, drawing a gasp from you and allowing him to deepen the kiss. His tongue slips past your lips, and it becomes clear that he is claiming you, making you his. He's waited far too long already.

On the floor, your other brothers watch with wild eyes, holding their breath.

Your mind is jumbled as you accept Tommy's tongue, a soft whine escaping your lips that only spurs him on. But your thoughts race.

Is this right? Is this what brothers do?

You're so desperate for his affection that you accept everything he gives you.

Tommy pulls back, your breaths mingling as you suddenly shift.

You swing backward, your arms still locked around his neck, but now you're hanging upside down, your face hovering just beside Arthur's.

Your hair spills like wildfire toward the floor. Your cheeks are flushed, your eyes glassy with love and something darker.

Then you confess.

"I love you all so much."

It's all the invitation they need.

Arthur moves first, like a man possessed. He grips your hair, lifting your face to his, and closes the distance.

Your lips part from the sudden motion, and then his are on yours.

No sweetness.

Just need.

Arthur kisses you hard, a messy, passionate clash of teeth and warmth. He's demanding, impatient, and it makes your toes curl.

Arthur has always been wild and unpredictable, more beast than man, and it feels as though he's trying to steal the very air from your lungs until John shoves him aside and cups your face in both hands.

You barely have time to catch your breath before John's lips are on yours. You can't tell where your whimpers end and his begin. His thumbs brush over your cheeks before sliding down to cradle your jaw. He tilts his head to deepen the kiss, and your vision grows hazy from the lack of oxygen.

Tommy growls, low and possessive, reclaiming you as he flips you so your back presses flush against his chest. One strong arm wraps around your waist like an iron band, holding you securely while his lips find the curve of your shoulder. He peppers your skin with kisses, trailing upward until he nibbles at the sensitive spot just below your ear.

He moves your limp limbs with ease, placing each thigh over one of his so your legs fall open. Your dress has ridden up over your hips, exposing the tiny, sheer panties you're wearing. They must be something new you picked up in the city, different from what proper women of the time would wear, and Tommy makes a mental note to push you on why you bought them.

For now, he spreads his legs wider, pulling your dangling thighs farther apart to give his brothers a better view.

The sight makes Arthur drool.

He doesn't miss a beat.

Grabbing one of your dangling legs, he leans in and slowly drags his tongue from your ankle to your thigh before biting gently. It takes every ounce of restraint not to bite harder.

God, he wants to. He wants to hear you cry out, whimper, beg him to be gentle while he consumes you.

John takes your other leg.

His kisses are softer. He pants against your skin like a devoted dog, he could probably cum from nothing more than humping against your leg while looking up at your perfect face as you cry out how much you love him. Every press of his lips is filled with worship.

The sensation is overwhelming. You're being touched by all three of them at once, each brother claiming a different part of you as though you are their shared treasure.

You squeal as John takes your toes in mouth with a wet pop and it goes straight to every Shelby man’s cock

Tommy groans into your hair, his hands reaching around to pull your neckline open so your tits can bounce out. He grabs one in each hand and gives your nipples a hard tug. 

It makes you squirm and the friction against the bulge in his trouser makes him growl, giving your nipples another harsh twist.

“Me little mouse…acting like’a bitch in heat” He murmurs against your skin.

The crass words make you blush and your brothers take it as an invitation to fill the silence with praise. 

“So fuck’n soft”

“Tastes s’sweet”

“Luv this smell”

"Our perfect baby sister…"

It sounds reverent. Like a prayer.

Tommy, still holding you tightly against his chest, presses his lips to your temple and adds,

"You belong to us."

"Ours." John agrees.

In an instant they've ripped your dress and panties off, leaving you vulnerable under their ravenous eyes. 

They remain full dressed, though the tent in their pants is enough proof of what you're doing to them

The firelight paints your bare skin in gold, every curve, every drop of sweat glistening like stars and the three of them swear they’ve never seen anything so beautiful. 

You feel their eyes drop from your face to your ample tits, you nipples hard and pink from Tommys twisting and pulling. Then lower to the slope of your waist and your soft belly, John thinks he’d shove his dick in your belly button if he could. 

Down, down, down to the perfect treasure between your legs. The fire light exposes the nectar dripping down your slit, your lips puffy and your soft neat curls are damp. 

Arthur’s hand twitches as he craves to flip you over and watch his big hands spread your ass open.

“Go on baby, say’it, tell us who ya belong ta,” Arthur purrs.

You pause and think of the right words, what they want to hear and you realize there's only one answer. 

“I belong to my big brothers” You squeak, face flushing a deep shade of pink and suddenly Tommy is carrying you up the grand staircase.

Your heart pounds in anticipation as the four of you stand before his bedroom door. 

Once you go past those doors, things will never be the same

[babyvixen27]

hello, darling! i have really enjoyed “know your place!” do you happen to post you fics on AO3?

hi luv bug! I’m so glad 🐞 I should have the Part 5 up by the end of the day:)

I do! https://archiveofourown.org/users/babyvixen/pseuds/babyvixen

[babyvixen27]

Know Your Place / Part 4 18+ minor DNI

Tommy Shelby! x Sister Reader! Arthur Shelby! x Sister Reader! John Shelby! x Sister Reader!

A night at the Garrison with your three big brothers reveals a long held secret

Warnings: this is INCEST if you don't like don't read please! This is dirty, freaky, nasty yum yum yum. Anyway, rough sex, misogyny, possessive behaviour throughout.

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The drive is long and uncomfortable, every mile making you squirm in your seat until you can't hold your tongue any longer.

"I liked him, Tommy," you whine.

"Hush now," Arthur murmurs.

"He only wants one thing from ya," John agrees.

Exasperated, you huff. "And what would that be?"

"Sex."

Tommy's voice rumbles low, the single word making heat creep across your cheeks. You refuse to let him have the last word.

"How crude! I am an educated, interesting, and fun young lady! Does it shock you so that some man may be interested in that?" you exclaim, folding your arms tightly across your chest.

"Yes. I can see that. John and Arthur see that. But to that scum, and to the rest of the world, yer nothing more than a pretty thing to fuck senseless," Tommy spits.

The words sting more than you care to admit. Your eyes burn, and you sink into the warmth of your brothers' shoulders as silence settles over the car.

The rest of the drive passes without another word.

By the time the gates of Arrow House appear, you're out of the car before it's properly stopped. Whiskey makes your legs clumsy, baby-doe steps trembling but you don't care. You make a beeline for Tommy's office, already thinking about the biscuits he keeps hidden away.

Your stomach growls in anticipation.

It takes your brothers a minute to follow.

Another minute to find you.

You're sprawled across the rug in front of the fireplace, lying on your tummy with a tin of biscuits open beside you. One hand lazily reaches for another while the other cradles Tommy's private whiskey bottle, sipping from it as though it were juice. The fire wraps around you in molten gold, warming your skin until you're practically purring like a sleepy cat.

The sight stops them cold.

The hem of your dress has ridden dangerously high, exposing the soft length of your thighs as your bare feet sway idly behind you. Thin straps have slipped from your shoulders without you noticing, leaving molten skin bathed in amber light. Your hair has escaped every pin, spilling across your back and shoulders.

The fire catches every gentle curve, tracing the dip of your spine before disappearing into the flirty dimples just above your hips.

You glance over at them, playfully curling your finger in invitation. 

Completely unaware of the debauched picture you make, you're innocent and free within the comfort of your home.

For a long moment, none of them move.

Then Tommy does.

Without a word, he drags a chair across the floor and settles opposite you. A cigarette hangs from his lips as he strikes a match, the flame briefly illuminating the sharp planes of his face before he leans down, retrieves the whiskey from your loose grasp, and takes a long drink.

John and Arthur quietly join him.

Arthur settles near your feet while John lowers himself beside your head, absentmindedly carding his fingers through your hair.

The bottle is passed around in a pleasant silence that stretches on for what feels like ages.

It's John who finally breaks it.

"Mm... fuck, look at ya..." he murmurs,. "Perfect girl."

He bends low, scattering lazy kisses across your face. Your nose. Your cheeks. The corner of your mouth.

Then one just beneath it.

"You's a pretty baby. How do ya have my blud?" Arthur grumbles..

His calloused hands move from absentmindedly playing with your toes, drifting higher. From your calves to your thighs, his palms work slow circles kneading the soft flesh.

The touch is soothing, and you arch into it, closing your eyes so John can press kisses to your eyelids.

The praise fills your heart. Desperate for approval, drunk on the sweet nothings they're whispering against your skin, you open your eyes to look at Tommy and gasp at the expression on his face.

He sits rigid. The empty bottle is clenched tightly in his fist, and his eyes...

Dark.

Piercing.

Hungry.

No praise leaves his lips.

None is needed.

Something has shifted.

The instant your gaze meets his, one finger taps lightly against his thigh.

A silent command.

You obey.

Like you always have.

Like you always will.

The distance between you disappears as you carefully settle into his lap.

It feels natural.

As though every part of you already knows exactly where it belongs.

Your knees rest on either side of his hips, your arms looping gently around his neck. His hands find your waist almost instinctively, broad palms steady against the curve of your body.

For a moment, the world falls away as you melt into your big brother's embrace.

You look up at him through sleepy lashes.

Maybe it's the alcohol.

Maybe it's how close he is.

Maybe it's because, for the first time in years, he hasn't looked away.

Whatever the reason, courage finally finds you.

"Do you love me, Tommy? 

It's barely a whisper but it strikes him like a bullet to the chest.

Not because he doesn't love you.

Of course he does.

It is because he loves you far more than he ever should and the realization turns the blood in his veins to ice.

"Because I love you..." you whisper, your breath barely brushing his lips. "So much..."

Your eyes meet.

Whatever restraint he'd been clinging to finally snaps.

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Part 5

[babyvixen27]

Know Your Place / Part 3 18+ minor DNI

Tommy Shelby! x Sister Reader! Arthur Shelby! x Sister Reader! John Shelby! x Sister Reader!

A night at the Garrison with your three big brothers reveals a long held secret

Warnings: this is INCEST if you don't like don't read please! This is dirty, freaky, nasty yum yum yum. Anyway, rough sex, misogyny, possessive behaviour throughout.

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The moment you step inside, the entire Garrison goes quiet, just for a heartbeat before erupting into chaos once again.

Men turn their heads and stumble over their words as you pass by, even the pianist pauses for a moment until he remembers where he is and starts up another lively tune.

Tommy doesn’t follow you in, opting to take a seat with acquaintances though his eyes never leave you.

You sink a bit into your brother's shadows, they are used to the attention but not like this. It isn't the first time that people dared to gawk at their baby sister, maybe the first time they’ve seen you so openly receive it and it grates on what little nerves they have. 

This attention isn't respect or intimidation; it's pure, unfiltered awe and hunger. 

Once you get to the bar, you watch your brothers order three whiskeys, neat. You're not really a drinker, opting usually for girly champagne but tonight you wanted to fit in with them, wanted their pride and awe aimed only at you and so your delicate fingers wrapped around the crystal glass to swish around the honey liquid. 

Their expectant eyes watch you raise it, glued to the way your pink lips clamp over the rim and your throat moves as you swallow.

It hits you like a punch. 

A sharp burn floods you instantly making your eyes water and tummy churn. The fire quickly spreads into your veins, numbing any anxious feeling and turning your legs to jelly

You cough once, delicately hiding behind a sweet smile and manicured hand.

“Its… strong” you wheeze, sounding pained and the sound makes your brothers erupt in laughter. 

“Good girl” Arthur purrs, quickly ordering more drinks and suddenly the roar of the bar isn't so overwhelming. You want to belong here, be one of them, and so with shaky courage you lift the second glass to your lips.

The night quickly melts into a hazy blur of music, smoke and laughter.

You're slumped into a leather booth, both your brothers are curved into either side, watching you through low eyes and taking turns tucking  stray curls behind your ears, 

Words slur together in nonsense sentences. You're rambling about some silly story you heard of tiny hats for kittens, Arthur finds it a genius idea and John nods along as though discussing vital Shelby business.

The space between you is miniscule, the rest of the bar goers can't help but sneak glances, trying to catch a glimpse of what's happening beneath the table yet quickly looking away before caught. They swear they could see under the tangle of limbs, John rubbing circles into the soft skin of your thigh where your hem has ridden up and Arthur's hands playing with the bow in the small of your back.

Tommy can't be described as anything else other than seething. He has gone from loose conversation to complete silence, smoking slowly with a drink in his hand. He lurks from a corner taking you and his brothers in. A part of him craves to be there with you, craves to tease you and make you giggle and blush but he knows he can't, doesn't have it in him. 

A man breaks his line of vision as he bends down over your  table and offers his hand.

He is tall, broad shouldered, with sharp features and an allure that you can't help but fall into. 

“May I have this dance?” he asks, voice smooth as velvet.

You blink up with wide eyes, delighted with his attention and before your brother gets the chance to protest, you nod eagerly and scramble over John's lap to take his hand. 

He guides you to a dance area and the music shifts to a sultry jazz number that has you pressing against one another. He leads, graceful and enticing for such a large man.

It makes you melt in his arms, drunk from the liquid sloshing in your tummy and drunk on this man's scent. It reminds you vaguely of Tommy, musky and powerful.

The thought makes your eyes flutter and you feel him draw you closer than necessary, faces millimeters apart and breaths intertwined when a strong hand on his shoulder has him ripping away from you. 

“We're leaving. Now”

All heads turn and Tommy stands there, pupils blown wide with rage and his jaw is clenched so tight it could crack concrete. The stranger blinks confused, he looks between you two and it finally clicks. 

The boss's little sister.

“M’ so sorry Mr. Shelby,  I didn't know she was yours, thought she was just…” 

The words fall short as you quickly interrupt, emboldened by the liquor in your veins 

“I’m not!” you pout, arms crossed.

 It comes out bratty, spoiled, naughty. 

But it doesn't deter your brothers, who, in the blink of an eye, rip you away from the bar, out into the rain, and into the back seat of the Rolls-Royce.

Tommy follows shortly after. You don't want to ask what happened back there, opting instead to pout silently as John and Arthur slide in on either side of you while Tommy takes the wheel.

"Why did you do that, Thomas?" you scowl. "I was having fun."

His shoulders tense at the sound of his real name falling from your sweet lips. Rather than answer, he pours every ounce of his anger into the gas pedal, sending the four of you speeding toward home.

In your drunken stupor, you can't help but worry about what's waiting for you once you get home.

You have no idea what's really in store.

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Part 4

[babyvixen27]

Know Your Place / Part 2 18+ minor DNI

Tommy Shelby! x Sister Reader! Arthur Shelby! x Sister Reader! John Shelby! x Sister Reader!

A night at the Garrison with your three big brothers reveals a long held secret

Warnings: this is INCEST if you don't like don't read please! This is dirty, freaky, nasty yum yum yum. Anyway, rough sex, misogyny, possessive behaviour throughout.

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Your brothers chat over whiskey while they wait for you to come downstairs, your pretty face and soft skin lingering behind their eyelids with every blink.

"She's getting older, eh?" Arthur grumbles. "Gotta keep an eye on 'er."

"Too pretty for 'er own good," John agrees. He shakes his head and takes another swig of his glass.

Tommy offers only silence as he watches the rain. Your scent still clings faintly to his coat from your embrace upstairs, and he closes his eyes for a brief moment, savoring it a little longer.

The first clack of your heel breaks the tension, and all three brothers lift their gaze toward the heavenly figure descending the staircase.

Tommy's whiskey glass is halfway to his lips when he freezes mid-sip, his breath catching in his throat as he takes in your outfit for the evening.

The straps are thin and beaded with pearls, the motif carried throughout the ensemble. Ivory silk graces your figure, falling freely but snug enough to hint at the curves beneath. The neckline plunges almost to your belly button, and you've chosen a long, delicate pearl necklace that drapes down the valley of your breasts. The back is completely open, ending at the small of your spine where a large bow rests, while your long hair is swept into an elegant updo. Your pearly heels sport matching bows, and the only contrast against the ivory is the kohl rimming your eyes and the soft pink on your lips.

You spin with a giggle at their expressions.

"Well?" you hum.

"You look..." John trails off.

Delicious.

The word nearly slips from his lips. Their perfect little mouse looked pretty as sin, wrapped up in a bow. He knows it's the truth, but he swallows it down.

Hard.

Arthur recovers first, stepping forward to gawk at you openly. Your wildest brother lets out a loud wolf whistle.

"Bloody hell, sweetheart. You look like an angel fell from heaven right in front o' me!"

John follows suit, taking your hand and pressing a gentle kiss to your knuckles.

"Breathtaking," he murmurs before turning your wrist and brushing another kiss against your palm.

You purr and preen beneath their affection, rising onto your toes to plant a kiss on each of their cheeks.

Then you turn, a little more tentatively, toward Tommy.

You notice the tension in his shoulders, the familiar silence that never seems to leave him. His eyes travel slowly over you from head to toe. When the second pass begins to linger long enough to make you uncomfortable, you break the silence yourself, turning away with a small smile before skipping toward the front door.

You'll admit your heart deflates just a little.

Still, the promise of a night filled with music and dancing warms you against the brisk autumn air.

The Rolls-Royce sits waiting out front, and you waste no time making your way toward it, the click-clack of your heels against the wet stone path the only thing grounding your giddy heart. It had been so long since you'd gone out for drinks, much less with your brothers, seeing as they kept their ice-blue eyes on you every second of the day.

Clambering into the back seat, you settle between John and Arthur while Tommy slides into the driver's seat. One of them could have sat up front, but, like always, they'd argued over who got to sit beside you before deciding they'd both get their way regardless of your comfort.

Not that you minded.

Your lonely heart welcomed the attention after the past couple of weeks.

The drive feels eternal. Despite being grown men, your brothers can't keep their hands to themselves for more than a minute before the pets and pats begin. Arthur ruffles your hair while John nudges your shoulder, pinches your cheek, and pokes relentlessly at your side.

You whine, trying to shove them away, but they were giants, and all you can manage through helpless giggles is a drawn-out,

"Stooooopppp."

Tommy watches the scene through the rear-view mirror.

Something stirs low in his stomach, and like everything else, he refuses to acknowledge it, opting instead to tighten his grip on the steering wheel until his knuckles turn white.

"You smell s'good," John murmurs, leaning closer.

His words entice Arthur to lean in for a dramatic sniff of his own.

"Go away, you silly dogs!" you yelp, dissolving into laughter as John begins peppering your cheeks with noisy kisses.

"Sweet thing you are," he mutters.

Eyes locked on the road ahead, Tommy finally spots the bright lights of the Garrison through the rain-streaked windshield. The warm lamps glowing against the red brick promise a lively evening, and even from the car, the sound of cheering, laughter, and music spills into the damp night air.

The car rolls to a stop.

Arthur and John climb out into the rain without hesitation. Each takes one of your hands, sweeping you between them as they lead you through the front doors.

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Part 3

[babyvixen27]

Im accepting requests if anyone is interested! I need some inspo to get back into the flow state

[babyvixen27]

Know Your Place / Part 1 18+ minor DNI

Tommy Shelby! x Sister Reader! Arthur Shelby! x Sister Reader! John Shelby! x Sister Reader!

A night at the Garrison with your three big brothers reveals a long held secret

Warnings: this is INCEST if you don't like don't read please! This is dirty, freaky, nasty yum yum yum. Anyway, rough sex, misogyny, possessive behaviour throughout.

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Thomas Shelby. A name Birmingham knew all too well. Shelby. A title carried by three brothers who ruled these streets and planted fear into the hearts of anyone foolish enough to cross them. Even your own. You were the little mouse of the manor. The youngest Shelby. The only one whose hands remained clean. Tommy had seen to that. From the moment you were old enough to understand the family's reputation, he'd made one thing painfully clear. You were to stay as far away from the business as possible. While your brothers built the Shelby empire with blood, fists, and gunpowder, you would represent the respectable face of the family. You attended one of the finest universities in England and spent your evenings with novels and tea. It was Tommy's way of protecting you. Or perhaps controlling you. Sometimes it was difficult to tell the difference. You told yourself it was enough. He cared. He simply didn't know how to show it. Curled beside your bedroom window in nothing more than a green satin shift, you lazily turned another page of your latest romantic novel. Rain drummed steadily against the glass, and the rhythmic patter of the storm made your eyelids heavier with every passing minute. Your head tipped against the window frame and just as sleep threatened to claim you, The bedroom door burst open. Before you could even gasp, two enormous figures charged across the room. "Mouse!" Arthur scooped you up first, lifting you effortlessly from the floor as though you weighed nothing at all. His thick moustache brushed against your cheek, tickling your neck until laughter burst uncontrollably from your lips. "Arthur!" you shrieked between giggles. Before your bare feet could even find the carpet again, John stole you away, swinging you over his shoulder with a victorious grin. "There she is," he laughed. “Our baby sister” "Put me down!" "Didn't hear a please." The brothers passed you between them like a ragdoll. Arthur pulled your hair while John pinched your cheeks, tugged lightly on your skirt, and poked relentlessly at your sides until you were doubled over laughing. "Boys!" you squealed, trying and failing to shove their wandering hands away. "I've missed you too, but honestly!" It had been weeks since they'd left on business. Weeks of wondering whether they'd return. Eventually your protests dissolved into breathless laughter as you attempted to escape their grasp. Then the room fell quiet. Tommy stood in the doorway. His dark overcoat was still damp from the rain, his flat cap casting a shadow over those familiar blue eyes. A cigarette rested between his lips as smoke curled lazily toward the ceiling. You instinctively stilled. Then your face lit up. "Tommy!" Without thinking, you hurried across the room and wrapped your arms around him. The force of the embrace nearly knocked the cigarette from his mouth. For a brief second, he simply stood there. His hands hovered awkwardly at his sides, uncertain. Those hands were made for pistols, and death. Comfort had never come naturally to them. Another heartbeat passed. With a quiet sigh through his nose, he slipped one arm stiffly across your shoulders, giving them a single, awkward squeeze. His version of a hug. You smiled anyway. "Right," he muttered gruffly as he stepped back, reclaiming the cigarette between his fingers. "Enough of that." His eyes flickered over your satin shift. "Go put some proper clothes on." And just like that, he turned and disappeared down the hallway.

You remained where you stood for a moment, staring after him. Some foolish part of you still hoped he'd come back. That perhaps this time he'd grin, throw you over his shoulder like John had, or spin you around the room the way Arthur always did. But Tommy never did things like that. He never would. A large hand settled gently on your shoulder. "He's happy to see ya too, Mouse," Arthur said softly. You looked up at him. John leaned against the doorframe with a crooked grin. "We're back," he announced. "And what's the best way t'celebrate?" Arthur's smile widened. "Gettin' absolutely piss drunk." John pointed at you. "You're comin' with us tonight." Your eyes lit up. "Really?" "Course you are," Arthur chuckled. "Can't have our little sister hidin' away with books all evening." A brilliant smile spread across your face as excitement bubbled in your chest. "I'll be ready in ten minutes." "Five," John challenged. Laughing, you hurried toward your wardrobe, already shooing your brothers out of the room before they started policing every dress you picked up. Their laughter echoed down the hallway as the door clicked shut behind them. For the first time in weeks, the house felt whole again.

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Part 2

[babyvixen27]

i’ve gotten so many requests for part 3 and i want to let you all know that it’s almost done!😋 life tends to delay things but i’m so excited to share it with you in the verrryyyy near future lol

its a nasty one 💋

[bujomoss]

neil lewis beloved

[babyvixen27]

Stranger Danger / PART 2 18+ minor DNI

Incel Neil! x Bimbo Reader!

One too many drinks fill your pretty head, leaving no room for rational thought and Neil is there to pick up the slack .

Warnings: NONCON/DUBCON, DARK CONTENT! Misogynistic language and behaviour, hateful, face slapping, dacryphilia, non con deepthroat, degradation, GRAPHIC, straight up bullying lol Neil x reader.

May do a third part? If anyone's interested 🤍

“Shh it’s alright baby” Neil laughed, “We’re just gonna have a little fun.” 

For another half second, your eyes watched him move toward you, vaguely picturing those discovery channel documentaries where the predator stalks its prey before launching. Another heavy footstep sent your body into autopilot, sprinting to the back door. However, the room seemed to move with you, and by the time you locked in on the handle, a rough handful of your hair sent you tumbling back onto the floor. The impact knocked the wind out of you with a heavy grunt and Neil took the momentary daze to straddle your hips, pinning your wrists over your head. 

You struggled for a bit, tears flowing endlessly, leaving mascara tracks down your puffy cheeks. “Le’me go you fucking perv’” you cried, you didn’t understand why he was doing this, you barely even remembered the car ride. “Don’ act like you don’t like it” He spit, nails digging into the soft skin of your wrists. “Walking around like this…” one of his hands took both of yours while the other trailed its way down your neck and chest. “Don’ act like this isn’t exactly what’ya want. A good mean hard fuck to put ya sleep”. 

His breath trembled when he pulled the neckline of your dress and your tits bounced out. For a second he only gawked down at you, now that is a good pair of tits. You were nothing like the occasional hookup he indulged in, more like the girls he jerked off to every night, eyes widening impossibly more when his hand reached up to cup one and a pathetic whimper spilled from your plush lips. “Fuckin’ perfect.” He breathed, as you thrashed under him, squealing when he pinched your nipple painfully. “Please don’t hurt me, please I'm sorry! Do you want money? I’ll do anything” you begged frantically, watching in horror as he dipped down to take your nipple into his mouth, feeling the vibrations of the low groan he let out when his eyes rolled back and he gave a hard suck. 

You sobbed, turning your head to avoid the terrible yet erotic sight. You wished you could turn off your senses entirely, trying to ignore his high-pitched whines and grinding on your hip. Neil was in heaven, he could suck on your tits forever but after a couple minutes decided that he wanted to put them to good use instead . Ignoring your cries and pleading, he crawled back up your body, sitting on your chest so that his crotch was resting in the valley of your breasts. “-what are you doing?” You mumbled, lip trembling as the sound of a zipper by your face had your eyes dropping from his cold grin to his zipper. 

“What do you think stupid girl?” He snickered, “do I have to go step by step with you for everything?” Rolling his eyes, he hissed when the cold air hit his dick, it was painfully hard and the heat of it was uncomfortable when it slapped down on your chest. “You’re gonna get my dick nice and wet and then i’m going to fuck these fat tits” 

Immediately, you began to shake your head, newfound strength pushing you to create distance. However, the alcohol running through your veins weighed you down more than he did, and a sharp slap to your cheek made your head jerk to the side, making you see stars.". Neil’s big hand gripped your jaw, turning your face to meet his. He was inches away from you, and your breaths intermingled as your eyes regained focus." He was so slanky, you thought, you never imagined a guy like him had this in him. Or maybe you just never noticed, living in the perfect bubble curated for you your whole life. Such pretty eyes, plump lips, warm brown curls tucked behind his ears in an awkward cut and a Super Mario T-shirt… you almost giggled out loud when your foggy brain concluded he kind of looked like a girl. 

“Who are you? Why’re you doing this?” You slurred, feeling his lips ghost over yours. “I’m just your uber driver and I'm getting my payment for getting you home safe” He mocked, connecting his mouth to yours in a bruising kiss. You froze, until a warning squeeze around your neck had you trying to match his rhythm. He was eager, sloppy, all too difficult to keep up with. Eventually, you just let your lips part for a wet open mouthed kiss. Your tongue gliding along his, his heavy groans filling the space between sticky smacks and the dirtiness of it all made your cheeks heat up. 

He pulled away, both of you catching your breaths, lips slick and puffy. Neil moved to mouth at your neck, licking a long stripe up to your ear and though the tears never stopped, you felt a familiar pulse between your thighs. It made you feel disgusting, how could you enjoy something so awful? You almost wished it was painful, or inexperienced or even just for him to be ugly! but a hard suck on a little sweet spot pulled a squeal from you. “I hate sluts like you” he murmured, straightening up and adjusting so that his cock sat on your cheek, slapping it against your lips. “Open up”. Shaking your head, you begged “please-” and Neil took the opportunity to push past your parted lips. “No teeth or I’ll ream your little ass, you hear me?” He threatened, though it comes out stuttered when he looks down and gets a good look at your messy face.

You immediately start to panic but the small rational part of your brain urges you to force it down. You’ve done this countless times, taken much bigger, and so you relax your throat and let the head of his dick slide in.

“Fuck!” his hands fling to either side of your head, grabbing fistfuls of your hair as his whole length disappears down your throat. For a second, he has to shut his eyes, breathing heavy so as to not cum too soon and spoil the fun. He’s so deep, position leaving no room to actually pound so he settles for humping your face tight, throat glucking with every movement. “Look s’ pretty like this” He pants, staring down at you, giving you a small slap when you try to close your eyes. It was torture, having to keep eye contact with him, watching his features contort from the pleasure he was taking from your body. 

When he was satisfied he jerked back, a thick glob of drool connecting your tongue to the tip of his dick before he scooped it up and moved back down to your tits. He positioned himself between them, grabbing one in each hand and pushing them together to engulf him before he began thrusting. “Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, stick your fucking tongue out and look at m- yeah thats it, good- FUCK” Neil could barely get his thoughts in order, here you were, a girl so desperately out of his league his entire life, at his mercy. 

You had stopped crying, body limp in a trance while you waited for it to end. He would cum and leave and you would shower and go to bed and tomorrow would be a new day. “Oh my god you’re gonna make m’cum bitch” He warned, panting with each thrust, until his hips stilled with a long whine and you felt hot spurts of cum paint your chest, trailing down your collar bones and landing on your tongue and cheek. 

It was over, a wave of relief running over you. He got what he wanted.

..Maybe it was your fault for showing your relief so openly but when Neil’s breath finally settled and you noticed that his cock wasn’t softening, his cruel laugh sent chills down your spine.

 “You didn’t think  I was done did you? We haven't even made it to the bed yet”.

[babyvixen27]

𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

NEIL LEWIS

★ Stranger Danger Pt.1 ★ Stranger Danger Pt.2

THOMAS SHELBY

★ Did You Miss Me? ★ Know Your Place. Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6

[babyvixen27]

Stranger Danger / PART 1 18+ minor DNI

IncelNeil! x BimboReader!

One too many drinks fill your pretty head, leaving no room for rational thought and Neil is there to pick up the slack .

Warnings: NONCON/DUBCON elements, DARK CONTENT! Misogynistic language and behaviour, predatory behaviour, just a whole lot of incel behaviour and reader has zero self preservation skills. Neil x reader.

You nearly broke your ankle teetering out of your front door, wobbling in your stilettos with a spacey giggle. You had spent the whole day preening and prepping yourself for a girls' night out, curves filling the soft fabric of your brand-new dress. It was a tiny thing, a mix of lace and leather to match the smoky kohl rimming your eyes and pink gloss on your lips. You looked perfect. Pattering over to your Uber, you felt giddy quickly checking the license plate and popping in, texting the group chat that you were on your way. 

Neil had picked up Uber driving on weekend nights, liking the extra cash in his pocket and the easy schedule. Pulling up to his first ride of the night, he watched a young woman stumble out of the house, perfect body on display as she skipped over with a stupid little smile. 'Y/n?' he asked, wincing as you slammed the door behind you, immediately whipping out the flashiest phone case he's ever seen to hum and giggle at the screen, long nails clacking irritatingly.

After a drawn out silence, you vaguely notice the lack of movement, raising your eyes to meet his, meticulously plucked brows scrunching in confusion. 'Y/n?' Neil repeated, breathlessly as his mouth watered at the pretty little thing sitting in his back seat. He watched your eyes light up in understanding, nodding dumbly, cheeks flushed a baby pink as you flashed him an apologetic smile before turning back down to your phone. Taking a deep breath, he pushed away the urge to rip the object from your hands and teach you some fucking manners but your smile was dazzling and his heart was still struggling to find a regular pace so instead he turned back to the wheel and began the trip. Stealing glances at you through the mirror every couple of seconds.

'So what's the plan for tonight?' he quipped after a minute, trying to sound as innocuous as possible. He didn't want to scare you off, but he honestly doubted you were clever enough to pick up on anything that wasn’t explained to you like a toddler. You seemed sweet enough, real cute with your glossy lips and sweet perfume, making his head spin. It was just that you had that…look. That “I get what I want when I want it” look. That “I’ve never had to worry about anything other than good dick and repeating outfits” look. It made his stomach sick and dick throb. 

“Just going out with the girls” you hum, setting your phone down to analyze your driver. He was….cute, in his own way. Pretty eyes on a pretty face, but there was a sort of awkwardness to him that was both endearing and off-putting. Definitely the type of guy your friends would pick on back in high-school, the unpleasant memories making your tummy ache. “Sounds fun” He mumbles, scrambling on what to say next to keep the conversation going. God you had a sexy voice. “gotta be safe out there…anyone could snatch you up”. Immediately, he wanted to crash the car in shame at how creepy it came out, but of course, like the angel you were, you just smiled brightly at his faux-concern, giving him a sweet thank you before pulling out a compact and reapplying your gloss. His own lips parted in awe as his eyes tracked every move, feeling like he was in a trance watching the wand move slowly making his throat dry up and his pants tight.

Pulling over in front of the bar, he turned to watch you hop out, committing every miniscule detail of your appearance to memory. Blowing him a kiss goodbye, he’s left stunned to gawk as you jogged over to a group of more barely-dressed women, rolling his eyes as they broke out into a burst of squeals and embraces. A flock of whores who wouldn't spare a guy like Neil a second glance but they all paled in comparison to you. Too sweet for your own good and Neil decided that it’d be worth a shot. Like the nice guy he was, he would stay in the area, keeping a close eye so that he could get you home safe and sound before anyone else got to you. 

After mandatory 20 minute greetings, you and your girls trample in, taking a table by the bar. Heads turned, jaws dropped and it wasn't long before you were sipping on some sugary gifted cocktails. It’d become routine but you were always as grateful as the first time, smiling kindly and engaging with any attention that was directed at you. You lost track soon enough, like you always did,  tummy sloshing with a mix of colorful drinks and shots, preening under the shower of compliments and touches. “Tell me doll, you taste as good as you look?” Someone purred in your ear, sending shivers up your spine. Grey peppered his temples and charming crows feets crinkled as he smirked down at you. Just your type. You shrugged coyly, looking up at him through long lashes as you chewed on your plush bottom lip. 

He led you to the dance floor, pawing at your waist as you moved to the beat of the music. You shut your eyes, enjoying the thrum of the base and gentle sway of the room, unaware of the picking up of his breath. Oblivious to the grunts and gasp he would let out when he pulled your hips back against his. This was fun, but you were fleeting and a cheer from your table had you pulling from his arms and skipping over to what caught your attention next.

More drinks, more shots, more dancing and before long you were stumbling out of the bar on baby-doe legs, vision blurred and body heavy. You worked the next day and despite the slurred begging from your friends, you ushered your goodbyes and stepped out, trying to urge your sluggish fingers to find the uber app. A big hand on your shoulder had you whipping around, nearly tripping from the speed of it but a second held you before you hit the floor. 

Neil had been waiting for hours for you to come out, accepting short trips but always coming back to park where he dropped you off. Just when he felt like giving up there you were, looking just as beautiful but not nearly as perfect as when he dropped you off. Not that it deterred him or anyone else for the matter. The smudged liner, flushed cheeks, and messy strands added a different element to your look and he practically drooled at how high the hem of your dress had ridden up. 

Your eyes widened as you recognized him, head tilting curiously. “Uber driver?” You mumbled, making a vein at his temple twitch in irritation. “You okay? You need ta’ get home?” He was still holding on a little too tight, but it was steadying and you relaxed at the familiar face. “Mmhm, can’t seem to order though” You pouted, showing him your locked screen from too many password attempts. Fighting back a grinch-worthy grin, he mentally thanked whoever was listening for delivering him such a gift. “Let me take you home yeah? I think I remember the way.” 

You thought about it, nose scrunching because it felt like someone had once told you it was something you shouldn't do but you were tired and cold and his car was warm and close by and so you just nodded excitedly, latching onto his arm as he led the way. Neil’s heart was pounding out of his chest, he couldn’t believe you said yes, giggling to himself at your stupidity and laughing out loud at the confused expression when he eagerly opened the car door to let you in.

He sped to your house, committing a million infractions all the while looking back every once in a while at your low eyes and bouncing tits. Fuck, you were a dream come true and it felt like an eternity before he screeched into the driveway and sprinted over to help you out.

The ride had made your head hurt and stomach lurch uncomfortably and a frown had begun to pull at the corners of your lips. Neil helped you up the steps, digging in your purse for your keys. You vaguely notice his shaky hands as he tries to unlock the door, missing the keyhole more times than necessary, more focused on whipping your heels off as soon as you stepped in. However a soft click behind you made you turn to see that he had stepped in as well, locking the door behind him. If you weren't so out of it you might have felt the appropriate sense of urgency, instead big eyes blinked slowly as he took slow steps towards you. The quickening of your pulse indicates your body knows what's happening before your brains caught up and you take a step back with his step forward.

“Shhh It’s alright baby” Neil laughed, “We’re just gonna have a little fun.”

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Part 2 is up! <3

[babyvixen27]

Quite a few people are asking for a part 2 of Did You Miss Me? and i honestly hadn’t really thought there even could be a part two! I’m in the works of another little sister fic but if anyone has any ideas for a part 2 or requests for anything else let me knowwwww :3

[biohazzrds]

Midnight mass is unrealistic because if I had Father Paul preaching infront of me I would be giggling like a school girl in the pews…and growling.

[babyvixen27]

i would be gnawing on the wood of the pews, foaming at the mouth.