Summary: When he saw her leave, her braids swinging in time with her impeccable walk, Tyler understood two things: that he desired her with an unbearable intensity… And that the Hyde would never get enough of her.
The jingle of the bell announced Wednesday Addams’s entrance at The Weathervane. As soon as she crossed the threshold, the Hyde inside Tyler stirred violently.
A scent. An unmistakable essence.
Thick. Penetrating. Musky. Warm and citrusy at the same time. Like a sweet poison flooding his senses. Tyler’s human body reacted immediately: racing pulse, trembling hands, sweat forming at his nape, the embarrassing erection he would try in vain to conceal.
He moved quickly, prepared her usual order almost without thinking, and sat beside her with a steaming cup in hand.
“Your coffee” he said. His voice tense, hoarse, as if each word cost him to wrench from his chest. Wednesday barely looked at him, raising an eyebrow, confused by the urgency in his gestures, by that invasive closeness she wouldn’t have allowed anyone else. Never. She hated herself for that.
And it was then when Tyler gave in to that primitive need that began consuming him even before she reached the Weathervane block: he leaned his face toward her neck. He inhaled deeply, like a thirsty man. His warm breath tickled her pale skin, the dark strands of her hair.
Wednesday stood still. Her lips parted in surprise, her eyes fixed on his. She didn’t understand. She couldn’t understand.
Inside Tyler, the Hyde roared, beating his bones, clawing his insides.
Break her. Tear her apart. Let’s taste her blood.
But Tyler wanted something more: undress her. Open her folds. Sink desperately into her. Kiss her lips until he steals her breath. Come inside her so that there is no doubt about who she belonged to.
Wednesday, on the other hand, only saw signs: lust in his eyes, the frantic rise and fall of his Adam’s apple, the trembling of his hands, the obvious erection he tried to cover with a menu, clumsily resting on his lap.
Suddenly, the bell rang again. New customers entered. Tyler abruptly stepped away, as if torn from a fevered dream. He stood stiffly, forcing a smile, and returned behind the coffee bar. He worked clumsily, distracted, while Wednesday followed him with her gaze. Then she decided to provoke him. There was something about this boy that didn’t fit with his usual transparency.
She raised her eyes to him... and then lowered them, straight to his mouth. She parted her lips. Slowly, she ran her pink, wet tongue over her index finger, turning the page of her book, biting the corner of her lower lip the same way she had seen Enid do before Ajax jumped on her.
Tyler almost dropped the coffee pot. The Hyde stirred angrily, bracing itself in his bones, making his blood boil.
All heat.
All confusion.
All desire.
Wednesday returned to her reading, as if nothing had happened, but the spark was already lit.
Tyler couldn’t take it anymore. He ripped off his apron abruptly, threw it over the bar, and without looking at her, crossed to the back room. Each step was a desperate attempt to contain the beast that wanted to destroy or possess.
He needed air. Distance. Control. But the scent lingered in his throat. And he knew he wouldn’t calm it so easily.
The soft squeak of the hinge made Tyler’s head snap up. The door to the back room creaked open just a few inches, and as if she’d been waiting for this precise moment, Wednesday appeared.
Dark.
Serene.
With that stealthy stride of hers that seemed to challenge even silence itself.
Tyler felt his breath catch in his throat. The Hyde inside him stirred instantly, recognizing the scent that drove him mad and thrusting him forward with wild urgency.
She watched him openly, arms crossed over her chest, chin tipped toward her collarbone.
“You’re acting strange.”
Her tone was flat, inquisitive, but there was a curious gleam in her eyes. Tyler swallowed hard. He couldn’t look at her for too long without getting lost. That scent was there, clinging to her skin, evaporating into the air, driving the furious beast screaming inside him out of control.
“I… just needed a break,” he said, embarrassed, avoiding her eyes.
Wednesday took two steps forward. He tensed immediately. The Hyde twisted in his bones, demanding, panting.
Closer. I want to feel her. I want to hunt her.
“A break?” she repeated, stopping just a few feet from his body. Her lips parted, just a little, that calculated gesture that burned Tyler alive.
“From me?”
The question was direct, piercing. Tyler didn’t know what to say. He lowered his gaze, hoping to hide the tremor in his hands.
She noticed.
Of course she noticed.
Wednesday tilted her face, as if she was studying him from a new angle. The contrast was brutal: her surgical calm against the animal chaos pounding under Tyler’s skin.
“Your pulse is racing,” she observed with cold precision, like diagnosing a symptom. “Your pupils are dilated. And you’re sweating.”
Tyler closed his eyes for a moment. He couldn’t handle her gaze. He couldn’t handle her voice.
“You don’t understand…” he murmured, barely above a whisper, nearly pleading. Wednesday leaned in closer, her presence suddenly overwhelming. She arched a single eyebrow.
“Then explain it to me.”
Tyler couldn’t resist anymore. The Hyde roared inside him, rattling his bones, sending his blood surging with violence.
He leaned into her, a man drowning without hope, greedily inhaling the heat that drifted from behind her ear, her breath, the scent of her hair, her breathing… The Hyde pressed hard, making his chest ache.
His nose brushed the curve of her neck. Her skin’s warmth struck him like liquid fire. The Hyde coiled inside him, ravenous, devouring.
A low, rough, animalistic moan escaped from Tyler. Wednesday didn’t retreat. She moved closer. Her warm lips slid along his jaw, barely grazing his skin, leaving an electric trail that unraveled him. Her eyes never left his, dark and steady, as if measuring the depth of his madness.
The Hyde struck with all its force.
Tyler lost control.
With a strangled growl, he grabbed her by the nape and captured her mouth with his. But it wasn’t a kiss. It was an assault. Their lips collided with violence, biting with fury and hunger. She opened her mouth and let Tyler invade her with his hot, desperate tongue.
Wednesday let out a dry moan, a blend of pain and pleasure, and instead of pushing him away, clawed at him over his shirt, her nails digging in as if she wanted to mark him.
They’d kissed before. But it had been almost romantic, soft and sensual. This was the complete opposite—urgency, raw eroticism, hunger and thirst. A battle and surrender all at once. Pain and desire.
The Hyde roared in satisfaction deep in his chest. Tyler devoured her with a wild, desperate violence. He tore at her lips, drew back, then sought them again, unable to stop.
A long, masculine, guttural groan settled between Wednesday’s thighs, making her press her legs together as her fingers tightened in Tyler’s clothes.
The metallic taste of blood mixed with their saliva. He didn't know whose it was, nor did he care. It was proof they were breaking each other, and somehow, that was perfect.
She arched into him, surrendered and defiant, her mouth answering with the same ferocity. Both of them were falling into the same abyss and she wasn’t going to temper that consuming, exhausting impulse that filled her with electrifying surprise.
The Hyde pushed him to keep going, never stop. Tyler felt he could be lost forever in her mouth, in her scent, in that skin that cursed and saved him at once.
And, in the middle of the kiss, barely separated from her lips, gasping, Tyler let slip a ragged whisper: “You have no idea… what you do to me…” his gaze desperate, feverish; that need, his arousal hard and throbbing against her hip, that pained expression tightening his eyes shut.
Wednesday, lips swollen and stained red, stared unblinking at him. And she smiled, just the faintest curve, as if she’d just discovered a delicious secret.
Tyler shoved the door shut behind him, letting it slam with a violent crack. The air in the cramped room was thick, saturated with the smell of ground coffee and damp wood. He fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, undoing three with unsteady fingers before slumping against the wall, his breath ragged, his muscles strung tight.
The Hyde roared inside him—not in his head, but deep in his bones.
Don’t ignore her. Go back. Catch her. Claim her.
Tyler clenched his eyes shut, fists curling so hard his nails pierced his palms.
“Shut up…” he whispered hoarsely. “Not her. Not her.”
But Wednesday’s scent clung to him, caught in his throat, filling his lungs with every breath. It was as if she were right there with him, staring with those dark, unflinching eyes, biting her lip without realizing the chaos she woke in him.
His body betrayed him, reacting on its own: skin tingling, sweat slicking his back, arousal burning hot against the prison of his pants. He leaned forward, palms braced on his knees, forcing steady breath, fighting to hold the line. But the Hyde pressed harder.
I want her beneath us. I want to feel her shatter. I want to taste her. Devour her.
Grinding his teeth, Tyler wrestled against the visions flooding him. They weren’t all his—he knew that. But the hunger was. The craving tearing through him was real, unbearable, a twisted mix of lust and violence. It wasn’t the first time he’d wanted to kiss her, to touch her. From the very first moment they met, her presence had unmoored him, made him feel alive, wild, insatiable.
But this… this was something else entirely.
It was animal.
It was primal.
It was the Hyde.
Inside him, the creature bellowed, shaking his very bones, clawing to burst through his skin.
Tear her. Make her ours. Sink into her flesh. Drink her.
Her scent was sharper than ever before—musky, warm, cut through with a citrus edge that made it intoxicating, inescapable. Tonight it was different. Multiplied. As if some veil had been torn away, and every particle of her slammed into him like a storm.
“Why tonight?” he choked, shifting his legs like a restless boy. “Why like this?”
No answer came. Only the Hyde, writhing inside him, fevered and insistent.
It’s her. Tonight she’s ripe. Tonight she’s ready. Take her.
With a growl, Tyler slammed his fist onto the table. The sound was hollow—useless against the voice clawing at his mind. Desire was consuming him. But what terrified him wasn’t the hunger itself, it was how much of it no longer felt like his own.
It was him who wanted her bare, undone.
It was the Hyde who wanted her broken, bleeding.
The split was tearing him apart.
A sound on the far side of the door snapped through his chest—the quiet thump of a book closing. His pulse seized. His mind went blank. Wednesday was there. Too close. He raked a desperate hand through his hair, caught between the monster and the raven.
“Don’t come in…” he whispered, as if the plea alone could hold her back. “Not now.”
But some part of him—the Hyde’s part—ached for it. For the scrape of the hinges, the sight of her silhouette, the rush of that scent that stripped him bare. The door shivered, light as a ghost’s touch, as if someone’s fingers pressed against the frame. Tyler shut his eyes.
Breath blazing like fire, desire tearing him apart.
Finally I was able to finish this request (it’s a combination of two different requests I got from lovely anons ♥️ I’m sorry it took me so long!)
And also my little celebration for @cillmequick birthday (I remember it was in July) and for your 6 month tumblr anniversary -that’s probably a year now..) dear Alex thank you for being a lovely human being and all the Cillian smutty stories you share, I’m a bit behind in my reading but slowly catching up 🥰✨ xxx
Summary: Emmett gets protective around you, even in the smallest things. But after a night around a bonfire with friends he’s forced to be honest about his feelings. Just like you.
A knock on the door startled him at first, but then he realized there was only one person in the entire island who would stop by to see him.
“I’m not here.” He answered and chuckled at his own joke, then he saw your head poking with the signature smile and wild hair by the door.
“Okay, I’m looking for Mr. Hologram.” You smiled widely.
“What did you do this time, Y/N?” He finally dragged his gaze from his work to your face and like every single time he did that, you feel like you were kicked by a horse in the stomach.
“Me? Nothing.” You stated innocently, he should be used by now to help you with almost everything; opening a bottle of something, surviving… “We’re having a little bonfire, I was wondering if you want to come?”
“We?”
“Just a couple of friends.”
There was a small disapproval groan, but you knew him so well, so you rushed to try to convince him.
“Please, just for a little while… you don’t have to chat with them.” He was an introvert or not very fond of everyone, Emmett was always by himself… and with you most of the time because you didn’t really give him much choice. “Emmett?”
Batting your lashes and you knew that would do the trick.
“Don’t say that, they’re nice people.”
“Hmm.” He raised his eyebrows. “Just because you still have hope in humans, it doesn’t mean they’re.”
“Emmett! They’re.” You insisted. Partly because you believe, partly because you loved saying the opposite than him. “I made dinner.” You bit your lip.
He was cleaning his hands with a cloth, so he flipped his head in an attempt to move his fringe away, but to you it was the sexiest thing he could do.
“Fine you win, I just need to take a shower first.”
You made a victory little dance and told him you’d be waiting for him.
“Don’t make the same mistake I did, Emmett.” Daniel “the coach” advised stepping into the room. “You don’t want to grow old and lonely like me, trust me.”
Emmett gave him a long look. He knew his story, Coach had loved a woman when he was young but he didn’t have anything to offer to her so he stepped back, later in life he got an opportunity into coaching professional football, when he went back to her because he was financially stable he found out she had married someone else. After waiting for him for years to ask her out she decided to move on because she never knew he was in love with her.
“I don’t understand your point.” Emmett tried to play the fool.
“You like her.” Coach stated firmly.
Emmett pretended to clean the tools he had been using. “Everybody likes her.”
“She’s a great girl, what are you waiting for?”
“I think someone younger would be better fit for her.”
“Is that your best excuse?” Coach shook his head in disapproval. “Get rid of the beard, that’s the best way to look younger.”
Emmett saw him disappear outside with the handsaw, leaving him alone with only the feelings he had been secretly developing for you along with that noisy whisper in the back of his mind tormenting him over and over, repeating there was no way you could like him back.
Right?
“Given the fact that we don’t have a lot of things, this looks lovely.” Alex admitted taking a step back to admire the work the two of you made.
“Thank you for helping me.”
“Wait a second, there’s one extra place.” She eyed you suspiciously.
“That’s for Emmett.”
“Why it doesn’t surprise me?” She sighed loudly.
Trying to distract yourself with the candles. “What do you mean?”
“Oh, nothing.”
Alex crossed her arms, but decided to not press the topic anymore. If you didn’t feel like talking yet, she’d give you space.
For now.
You felt cornered, it was hard to keep something from her but luckily Emmett appeared in your eyesight and you waved at him, giving Alex a sign to keep it to herself. Shaking her head, she walked away to bring out the plates.
“You came!” The smile on your face couldn’t get any bigger.
“Of course, you invited me.” He chuckled.
“Never seen this before.” You pointed it at his shirt, a deep emerald that lighted his eyes even more beautifully than they already were.
He blushed slightly and a nervous laugh escaped his lips, he chose it because it was the only decent and dressy shirt he had for an occasion like that, the rest were dirty or stained.
“Hey! Can I’ve some help?” Alex asked from the house. “Don’t stay there!” She called over the two of you again.
“Better go, before the creatures hear her.” Emmett swore he said it to himself but you were close enough to listen. It was hard to hold your laugh, after the invasion you barely laughed afraid you wouldn’t be able to control the volume and attract them, but not this time.
“What’s so funny?” Alex demanded to know, looking between the two of you.
“Emmett just told me a joke.” You lied wiping the tears away.
As Emmett emerged with his arms full of boxes with drinks, you decided to busy yourself by offering him some help. Oblivious that Alex was keeping an eye on the two of you.
People started to show up, someone brought his guitar, while another person was offering everybody homemade sweets. Dinner was amazing and having the chance to celebrate with the most important people was something you felt extremely grateful for, even if your birthday had already passed. Between laughs and an endless chat, you were now enjoying a piece of a homemade cake, it was like tasting a piece of heaven in your mouth.
The group had been sharing memories before the invasion, it was great to hear he most memorable birthday celebration from each other.
“Bet you’re eager to share yours.” You teased Emmett who was sitting on your left.
“Absolutely.” He replied raising his eyebrows. “Thrilled actually.”
That was one of the things you liked about him the most, he was always able to catch your hint of sarcasm and replied back the same, it was like your little private joke.
“Oh damn it!” Alex mumbled. “Y/N, can you pass me the fork? It’s next to your feet.” She pointed out from her seat on the picnic bench in front of you.
As you were still laughing from what Emmett said, you started to bend down to pick it up, her eyes on you as you moved. But to her surprise, Emmett’s hand was moving at speed to cover the corner of the table, so you wouldn’t hurt yourself.
“Thank you.” You smiled shyly at him.
For him it was the most natural thing to do, but to her, it was all she needed to confirm the thoughts that had been running in her mind.
She thanked you after taking her fork. “Should we go and play some music?”
As the group moved towards the bonfire, you looked at Emmett.
“You should join them.” He encouraged, stealing glances at the group.
“Can’t leave you alone to clean up, can I?”
“Y/N it’s fine, really.”
Biting your lip you stared at him. Feeling like sometimes he was pushing you away.
“The night is young, go.” He repeated just as Alex was coming to get you.
“Come on let’s dance!”
You nodded and followed her, feeling a bit off about Emmett. Perhaps you were too pushy with him, trying to be friendly or make him feel part of the group. But as the cheering started for your arrival, it lifted you up and you decided to have a good time, kicking the sand, clapping and doing your best effort to sing along.
Emmett’s eyes landed on you from afar, you were dancing and singing with the small group.
Your cheerful spirit attracted lots of attention, it was inevitable, your carefree attitude, signature happy character and that smile that seemed to be tattooed on your face made you be surrounded by people all the time.
It was one of the things he admired about you the most, despite everything, the things you’ve been through after the invasion, losing your loved ones, that didn’t turn you into a resentful person. All the opposite, it made your heart kinder, softer.
Constantly he asked himself why you cared so much about people who probably wasn’t even worth it. But deep down he knew… because you still believed in good people, you still trusted them.
Wild hair bouncing in different direction made him go back to reality, your cheerful sweet voice made him snap out as you shouted his name while waving at him.
“What are you doing all by yourself?” You asked sitting next to him over the old tree trunk. “You should come.”
“Trying to avoid your disastrous performance.” Emmett teased, ending his words with a chuckle.
“Ugh that rum gets into my brain faster,” you groaned.
“If that’s your excuse…”
“So what’s yours? To be on your own when it’s a beautiful night like this one.”
Sometimes he still wonder how a chatterer like you could’ve made your way through his skin to take a place within his broken heart and leave a permanent mark. Over the weeks since the two of you met, it was as if you opened up his dark and lonely heart, took a chair and declared you would stay there until you made him smile and help him enjoy life again.
“How is it possible that you’re always happy and enthusiastic in a shitty world like this?” Emmett asked after a few moments.
And regretted it immediately, realizing how bitter he sounded.
“Sorry about that, it didn’t come out right.” Worry danced through his eyes, you noticed right before he looked down.
“So what am I supposed to do? Cross my arms and put on an angry face to push everyone away?”
“I don’t have an angry face.” He tried to defend himself.
“Absolutely not, you’re the most friendly human being around,” you nodded making a funny face. “It seems that you already forgot how we met.”
Flashback
Focusing on his surroundings, he was now used to the loud thoughts in the back of his mind, talking to himself most of the time for survival purposes.
He was walking midway across the bridge when he heard a small noise behind his back. He was quick to take his weapon from his shoulder and turn around pointing it in every direction in an attempt to protect himself.
But his heartbeat stopped as he saw the female figure before him.
“You shouldn’t sneak around like that, you know?” He whispered.
“Are you always that friendly?” You asked with a hint of sarcasm.
“I’m not here to make friends.”
“Fabulous, me neither… let’s be not-friends.” You extended your hand at him. “Y/N.”
Emmett placed his weapon back on his shoulder, and fixed his eyes on you with a defeated sigh.
“Emmett. What are you doing here?”
“Oh you know, just needed some air and a suntan.” You shuddered. “I’m looking for food.”
He wanted to laugh, for the first time in months, he felt something. And in that very moment he realized that you were one of the very few people around worth saving.
“Do you trust a stranger like that all the time? This is a dangerous place right now.”
“Again with the pessimism, Em?” You shuddered. “You don’t look like the kind of people who goes around with bad intentions. I saw you back there, when you had the chance to steal, you didn’t.”
His chest raised from the long breath he took. One more look at you and another one towards the long road ahead.
“Come on, I know a place safe.” He covered his nose and mouth with the old piece of shirt.
End of flashback
“I knew you were a good person right away.” You mumbled letting your eyes swim in the depth of his eyes. “And look at you, that day you found the best damn thing that’s happened to you after the invasion.”
That made him chuckle, just like every single thing you did and said.
“There’s no point to fight that.”
Your heart was doing a strange thing; drumming like it was in a rush to come out of your chest and skipping beats from time to time, specially when his clear eyes were looking intensely at you.
“I’ve something for you.” He announced looking at the ground one of his hands started fishing inside the shirt pocket. “Happy birthday, Y/N I made you this.”
As you were about to ask how could he remember it was your birthday, he showed you a small square of fabric covering a pendant in the form of a flower made of wood. “Emmett it’s beautiful!”
It was something delicate and simple, but to you it meant everything that he made it from scratch.
Without even thinking about it, you threw yourself into his arms. This was the first and only gift you’ve received, as his hands came to rest to your back and his masculine scent intoxicated your senses, you suddenly realized of your impulsive actions and how much he protected his personal space. So you broke the embrace.
“Sorry, I got over excited… thank you so much!”
His eyes were fixed on you as you put it on.
“It’s just something small.” He tried to explain.
“You’re really talented.”
Clicking his tongue he felt the urge to hide his hands.
“Emmett you need to learn to accept compliments, look at the table,” you pointed at the object next to you, “this is a gift, you create beautiful pieces.”
“Well thank you.”
You loved the shy look he gave you.
Nervously you placed your hair behind your ears. “No, thank you.”
“Y/N…”
Staring at his profile, you noticed the freckles kissing his face, neck and the part of his chest that was visible, the moonlight spread shadows beautifully in certain parts of his features, and you couldn’t help but wonder how would his beard feel against your skin.
There was no use in trying to deny it any longer, you had to be honest with yourself… you were in love with this man, and maybe as an introvert he needed a little push. Perhaps if you open up to him, he would do the same.
“Yes?”
Taking a deep breath, you decided you’d take the lead, after the invasion changed everything you decided you wouldn’t miss the chance. What if taking the risk was worth it?
He gave you one more look and you waited patiently.
As Emmett felt you turning your body towards him and the peonies scent of your skin hit him, he looked at your beautiful and delicate features in the dim light.
You were young, beautiful and funny, a walking sunshine. How could he even think of standing a chance to be with a goddess like you?
Fixing his eyes on his hands, he stood up.
“Nothing I just hope you have a blast, goodnight.”
And he left without another word or even a look. Confusion took over you, in equal amount as disappointment. You regretted deeply everything in that very moment. How did you come to think he’d look at you differently? To him you were nothing but a friend, someone who was always joking.
“You’re supposed to be having fun.” Your friend stated, taking the seat next to you.
“I am, Alex.”
“Really? Then you need to say it to your face.” And she pulled you up, towards the bonfire.
****
“You are what?” Alex asked with a shocked expression as she was watching you getting ready.
“Going out with Mark.” You repeated putting on the sandals.
“I didn’t know you guys were seeing each other.” She was majorly confused.
Turning your head to her, you nodded. “He asked me after the bonfire.”
“And… you like him?”
Sighing you paced the room. “Alex what’s with all the questionnaire? I thought you wanted me to have someone.”
Leaning back, she started playing with her sandal, balancing it in her toe. “I thought you liked Emmett.”
From side to side, you saw her sandal move like a pendulum. “What makes you say that?”
“Oh, you wanna play like that? Fine… stealing glances at him all the time, joining him for his daily walks when he clearly wants to be alone, going to his place with the most ridiculous excuses just to be close, him acting all protective around you…”
“We’re… friends.” You stammered looking away, feeling caught by your best friend. “Can you stop that please?” You were altered.
“Jesus.” She noticed you were in a mood. “He’s grumpy and bearish. You’ve nothing in common how can you say he’s your friend?” She needed to push your buttons.
“That’s a wrong impression most of the people here have.” You defended him. “He’s kind and funny.”
“And?”
You wanted to say that he was smart and well educated and a great cook, but that would only make her suspicious grow.
“I’ve known you since we were in the wombs of our mothers, Y/N. You can’t lie to me.”
There was a long silence, and it was endless.
“I’m in love with him, okay? I don’t know how, but it happened. I love spending time with him, he makes me feel safe, like I can be myself. He makes me love the person I am when we’re together… but it doesn’t matter because he doesn’t like me back, to him I’m just his friend.”
Pouring your soul and feelings to your best friend didn’t change anything, but it made you feel lighter, just as Alex was about to say that she knew there was something between the two of you by Emmett’s protectiveness, Mark arrived.
“I better go.”
“If you’ve feelings for Emmett, this date is useless you know that, right?” She had never seeing you like this before.
“Everything is useless to be honest, but it’s either this date or yelling so a creature would come at me.”
“As dramatic as always.”She rolled her eyes right before watching you and Mark disappear.
It had only been ten minutes when there was a knock, Alex thought you forgot something so she opened the door to scold you, but instead she found the last person she had in mind.
“Emmett?”
“Hey, it’s Y/N here?”
For an instant, Alex felt sorry for him. “She’s out tonight… Mark asked her on a date.”
His jaw clenched, hands curled in tight fits just as an avalanche of emotions flashed in his blue eyes.
***
Part 2
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Summary: Tommy has somehow fallen through time & made a new life in the modern day with you. He wants more than friendship & an awkward encounter makes you confront that idea.
Warnings: Smut (NSFW) - 18+ ONLY - masturbation, voyeurism, sex toys, dirty talk, swearing, pet names, hair pulling, creampie, vaginal sex, very light dom/sub, a little bit of fluff
Tommy wasn't quite sure what to expect when he opened the door to your small apartment and immediately heard the sound of your voice moaning and whimpering. He immediately went to reach for his weapon, suddenly remembering that he was unarmed. He was still getting used to living in this new century and the fact that he no longer had a reason to be armed.
It was all still a mystery as to how he ended up here. He had no idea how he had taken one breath in 1930 and the next in 2023. Neither did you, but that didn't stop you from helping him. Even though to pretty much anyone else, his story made him sound utterly certifiable. Instead of judging or turning and running the other way, you were kind and caring.
He slowly began approaching your bedroom, and the sound of your voice became louder. The closer he got, the clearer it became that your whimpers were not of pain or fear but of pleasure. He had dreamt about hearing you make sounds like that since the moment he first met you.
You had been so sweet to him since he ended up here. You showed him kindness in a way he was completely unused to. Allowing him to stay in your spare room and helping him learn to navigate the modern world. He had become quite smitten with you, actually. You had given him the chance of a fresh start. A chance he was determined to seize.
You also weren't afraid of him. You would talk back to him and call him on his bullshit. Your modern feminism serving you quite well when mixed with your sharp wit. He hated to admit that it gave him butterflies when you laughed openly in his face about doing some chore he always thought to be 'woman's work'. He knew damn well you wouldn't be serving him anytime soon, and frankly, he found your demeanor refreshing.
You were also stunningly beautiful. In a way that was all your own. Tommy Shelby was well accustomed to interacting with and even seducing attractive women. He had been married to two beautiful women. Both Grace and Lizzie were enchanting, but you were a creature from another world entirely.
All of these things had him utterly spellbound by you. He'd be lying if he said he didn't spend his evenings imagining what it would be like to be yours and for you to be his. He had a suspicion that underneath your sweet exterior was a devil waiting to come out at the most intimate times. He wanted to be the one to unleash it.
He often thought about you sneaking in to join him in the shower after you overheard him stroking himself. Picturing you dropping to your knees in front of him. Staring up at him through your eyelashes. Water droplets starting to roll down your body, your nipples pebbled and at attention from the temperature change. Wanting to help take care of him, since you knew that it was because of you that his cock was throbbing.
It was because of all the fantasies he had about you that he kept walking towards your door. Stopping only momentarily when he saw your door was cracked open. Your voice was now crystal clear as you whined and moaned, but now he could also hear a soft buzzing and a wet sound. There was now no doubt in his mind exactly what you were doing. You were masturbating.
His suit pants tightening at just the thought that he was catching you playing with yourself. He really was trying to turn over a new leaf. To be a better, more respectable man than he had been. He knew that peeking through your open door was the wrong thing to do, but he just couldn't help himself. Not when he was still a devil at heart, and you sounded so angelic.
What he saw when he looked through the cracked door was immediately worth any guilt he may have felt. It was by far the most erotic thing he had ever seen in his entire life. You were naked from the waist down with the t-shirt you had slept in rucked up to expose your breasts. Up on your knees with your face turned to the side and your shoulders pressed down into the mattress, your ass up in the air. Your eyes squeezed shut, and your mouth dropped open. Your hair dishelved and a little sweaty. Both of your hands busy between your legs.
In his time vibrators and other sex toys were uncommon. Really, they were just being invented. So seeing you with a vibrator in one hand pressed to your clit, and a big fake cock in your other hand greedily ramming it in and out of your tight little hole was nearly enough to have him cumming on the spot. You were taking what you wanted, what you needed, and doing it with zero shame or hesitation.
He could see the dildo glistening with your slick everytime you pulled it out of your cunt. Judging from the ring of white cream around the base of it, you must have already been fucking yourself for a while. His hand was already moving to palm himself over the fabric of his pants. Gripping his length and wishing his cock was that toy stretching your pussy. Biting his lip to keep from groaning and giving away his presence.
All that went out the window, however, when you started to moan again. Clearly getting closer and closer to another orgasm. Your hips thrusting to meet the toy and the wet squelch of your cunt getting louder. As you chased your climax you started to speak. Letting the fantasy in your head spur you closer to cumming. It was what you said that sent Tommy spiraling further into his own lust alongside you.
His name. You said his name.
"Oh fuck, yes Tommy. Right there. Fuck! You feel so good. Need you to make me cum again."
You said his name while you were fucking yourself with your toy. You were imagining your toy was his cock. You wanted him just as badly as he wanted you. No, you said you needed him. Needed, not just wanted him.
He felt his member pulse and leak at your admission. Before he even realized what he was doing, he brought one hand up to rap lightly against your doorframe. Officially announcing his presence before moving to open the door wider. It didn't leave you any less startled by the sudden intrusion at such a private moment.
He couldn't help the smirk that formed on his face as you scrambled to cover yourself. Pulling your shirt back down to hide your breasts and grabbing at the covers to conceal the mess between your thighs. Quickly trying to stash your toys under your pillow. Not that he couldn't hear the wet suction of your cunt desperately trying to hold onto the dildo as you pulled it out. Or your vibrator still buzzing under the pillow that you were now pretending you didn't hear. Not that you didn't look like you had spent the day fucking yourself silly anyway.
He slowly entered your room. Fully aware of the tent in his pants. Knowing that it gave away the fact that he had been eavesdropping on you. His smirk turned into a grin as he saw you notice his erection. Involuntarily licking your lips. Obviously, still in need of satiating your desires despite your embarrassed blush.
"Tommy, I thought you had gone out. How… how long have you been home? … how long have you been standing at my door?"
His eyes dropped to the floor momentarily, debating how to answer in a way that wouldn't make you think he was a creep. Even though you both clearly desired the same thing. Now he had discovered that he could give it to you, but only if he played his hand diplomatically.
"I did go out, but then I came back. Decided that I enjoyed your company far more than anyone else I could have run into. As far as your other questions… I was worried when I came back and heard you moaning. I thought maybe you had fallen, but I was obviously very mistaken. You are definitely not hurt, but you do seem to be in need of help. Help that you seem to want me to offer, and it would be remiss of me not to tell you that I desperately want to provide that help. That I think about you at night and wish I could be in your bed instead of my own. That I daydream about fucking you on every surface of this apartment."
By now, your mouth had fallen open at his admission. Clearly, you hadn't been expecting him to confess all this. He confidently strode closer to your bed, bringing himself to stand right at the edge of the side where you sat. Your eyes roaming his body before eventually falling back to his bulge before quickly jumping back up to his blue eyes.
"Now, my beautiful girl, I heard you call out my name before. Pretending that toy that you're hiding was my cock. I'd be surprised if you haven't heard me calling out your name as I fuck my own fist. Pretending I'm fucking your pretty little cunt instead. So I think it's safe to say we both want the same things, but I'll ask anyway. Do you want me like I want you?"
Tommy moved to sit himself down on the bed in front of you. Bringing one hand up to your cheek and letting his thumb pull lightly on your bottom lip. He could see the lust in your eyes, and you quickly nodded your head. Whispering a soft breathy "yes" that made him smile wider because now he knew he could really have you.
He brought his other hand to your waist and slowly brought his plush lips to yours. The kiss began soft and tender, but before long, it started to become more heated. Both of you starting to feel the need to finally feel each other grow.
Tommy carefully lowered you down to lay on the bed. Throwing the covers off of your legs so he could run his hands over the soft flesh of your thighs. One of your hands moving to the longer pieces of his hair and the other starting to toy with the buttons on his crisp white shirt. He still insisted on wearing a suit nearly every day, and you were thankful he had apparently already ditched his waistcoat and jacket before he heard you.
One by one, you undid the buttons on his shirt. Opening just enough that you could slip your hand inside and feel his bare chest. Your fingers dancing over his dusting of light brown chest hair and the edges of his tattoo. You wanted to rip his clothes off and let him take you. To let him bring your fantasies to life, but you knew that before you lost all sense of self-control, you needed to figure out what exactly this was. So you lightly pushed him back far enough to separate your lips from his. Enough to look into his mesmerizing blue eyes.
"Wait, Tommy, hold on. I'm not the person that just fucks people. I'm not good at the no strings attached thing. If that's what you want this to be then we are better off just finishing this each by ourselves. Pretending neither of us ever saw or said anything."
He chuckled at your statement. Not because it was funny, but in disbelief. Could you really not tell the spell you had him under? Did you really think he would spend so much time thinking about you if he only wanted you for a night?
"Oh no, princess, we do this it means you are mine. It means you are mine, and I am yours. Like I said, I want to fuck you and love you on and against every surface of this apartment. That will take far longer than one night. We do this, there is no getting rid of me."
With that, he forcefully crashed his lips into yours, desperately trying to convey how badly he truly wanted you. The feeling of your fingernails gripping into his back through his shirt only spurring him on. Like squeezing your heels into the sides of a horse, your actions only making him move faster.
He reached down to pull your leg up over his hip as he continued to kiss you. Moving down to suck and bite at your neck as he ground his pelvis down against you. Automatically, he could feel the heat from your sex through the fabric of his pants and boxers. Reminding him again of how he had found you. How you were still soaked and ready for him.
A growl fell from his lips as he bit your neck when the sensation of your slick started to soak through to his cock. Rutting his hips into you harder and pulling the most beautiful gasp from you that turned into a wanton moan. Suddenly any trepidation you had been feeling had fled and your animal urges took over.
You immediately brought both hands to his shirt and proceeded to rip it open. Sending buttons scattering before shoving it back off of his shoulders so Tommy could discard it. He moved on to his pants just as quickly. Getting the button and zipper undone while he took off his undershirt.
You were just able to shove his pants down to his knees when he pushed you back flat on the bed. Quickly taking off his slacks, leaving him in just his boxers before returning all his attention to you. Slowly dragging his hands up the outsides of your thighs to start pulling your shirt up your body. His eyes studying each new inch of flesh revealed to him.
When your shirt was finally high enough to reveal the treasure hidden between your thighs, you thought Tommy might actually start to drool. You were soaked, and your thighs were messy with your arousal. Your clit was swollen and puffy from your vibrator. Your lips flushed and your hole was still gaping slightly from where you had your dildo buried inside of you. The only thing missing from the picture was the sight of his cum leaking out of you. That would have made it perfect.
"Fucking perfect."
He whispered under his breath before diving down to pepper your stomach with kisses. Biting at your hip bones and stealing a single taste of your cunt before continuing upward. He knew he would be back with his head between your legs later that night. Right now he couldn't wait to be inside you, but he had to finish getting you naked first.
His lips danced over your soft stomach, and his teeth nipped at your ribcage. Nuzzling his nose at the bottom of your breasts as he started to pull your shirt up over them. Keeping his face close to your skin and reveling in your sweet noises. Adoring every part of your body. Smiling against your skin when you finished pulling your shirt off and threw it to the side. Your body finally completely bare for him.
You were getting impatient with his slow pace. As much as you were enjoying his touch, you had been ready for him to fuck you before he had even entered the room. You tried hard to suppress the needy moans that escaped your lips as he studied every inch of your naked body.
"You are even more beautiful than I fantasized."
As nice as his compliment felt, you were nearing the end of your rope. You needed to feel him inside you, or else you feared for your sanity.
"You've already got me in bed naked and horny, Thomas. You don't have to lay on the flattery. I'm on the pill so just hurry up and fuck me."
You reached down to grab his erection. Squeezing firmly over the fabric of his boxers before shoving your hand inside to start stroking him. Your whimpers were nearly louder than his as you felt every vein on his length and circled his tip only to find him leaking and wet for you.
Through staggered breath and the most beautiful groans and growls, he finished his thoughts. His hips started to rut into your hand as pumped his cock perfectly. He mentally thanked the advancements in birth control that he wouldn't have to wait or pull out. Although he always preferred bareback anyway, with both horses and women.
"It's not flattery if it's the truth, and it is the truth. Like I said, I've thought about this. A lot. Now, lay back on the bed for me like a good girl."
You did as he said. Pulling your hand out of his boxers and licking the precum off of your fingertips as you laid yourself out for him. Legs spread and back arched in a sinful tableau just for him. Letting him sit back on his heels and study you for a moment. His eyes devouring every inch of you.
A cocky smirk on his face, he stared right into your eyes as he pushed his boxer shorts down over his hips. His cock finally free and standing proud. Tommy wasn't sure he had ever actually been this hard before, and it was all because of you. It was all for you.
You groaned at the sight of his thick cock. It was even bigger than your toy was. Biting your bottom lip and grabbing your own breasts. Toying with your nipples as you thought about how good it was going to feel to finally have his cock inside you after all these months of wanting.
He didn't break eye contact with you as he gripped his length and gave it a few slow strokes. Using the precum dripping for his flushed red cockhead to prepare himself. Enjoying the feeling of you watching him. Especially now that you knew he spent nearly every night doing just that thinking only of you.
"Tell me what you want. Tell me what you want me to do. Just like you did with that fake cock of yours."
Tommy descended on you like a predator caging in its prey. His arms braced on either side of your head. His chest pressed to yours. His cock now shamelessly rubbing against your wet cunt. Sliding up and down against your lips and the ridge of his swollen head teasing your clit. You could hear the wet sounds coming from between you.
The most desperate noise you ever made pulled from your throat before you could answer. Right before you did exactly what he told you and begged for his cock like you had with your toy. Your eyes pleading for him to finally take you.
"Want your cock inside me, Tommy. Need you to fuck my tight little pussy and make me cum. Want to cum on your cock. Want to feel you cum inside me."
A growl came from the back of his throat. He was very pleased with how you begged for him. He lowered to nip at your bottom lip. His eyes were nearly black with only a sliver of the normal bright blue remaining.
"That's a good girl. Normally so nice and sweet and proper, but not in the bedroom, eh? I could get very used to hearing you talk like a slut for me."
He brought one hand to drag down your body. Making sure to stop and tug at your nipple before continuing its path between your bodies. Moving his cock so his fat tip sat right at your opening.
Slowly starting to push inside of you. With how wet you were, he could almost slip right in. Your warmth engulfing him and making him swear under his breath. No one had ever felt as perfect around him as you did.
"Oh my God, Tom."
You whined at the stretch of him. Even after spending so much time fucking your toy, Tommy still made you feel delightfully full. His length immediately brushing up against your g-spot that was still swollen from fucking yourself. It felt like he was made for you. His slow shallow thrusts immediately starting to push you towards orgasm, and your moans and whimpers starting to push him towards his.
"Can't believe you were holding this perfect cunt back from me this whole time. Well that's not happening anymore, love. I'm never leaving your pretty little pussy ever again."
His thrusts started to pick up pace when you greedily nodded and agreed. Pushing his hips into yours with more force as he dropped his head to bite and suck at your neck. One hand coming to dig your nails into his shoulders, and the other was moving to pull at the longer pieces of hair on the top of his head.
Your own hips starting to roll underneath him to meet his thrusts. The sound of your bare skin slapping together starting to echo around the room with the squelch of your wet cunt as an accent. Both of you already breathing heavily. The realization dawning on both of you as soon as your cunt started squeezing his shaft that this round wasn't going to take very long. Tommy could already feel little spurts of precum dripping from his cock into your cunt each time you contracted around him.
"Oh fuck, darling. I'm so close. Where do you want me to cum? Want me to fill you up princess?"
His declaration made the band start to tighten in your low belly.
"Fill me up, Tommy. Cum in my pussy, baby. I'm close too. Keep talking to me. You're gonna make me cum."
An evil smirk on his face as he gave up, trying to hold anything back. His hips starting to piston into you. The headboard of your bed beginning to bang against the wall as Tommy began pounding into you. His intense blue eyes locked with yours and his nose nuzzling against you as he spoke. Urging you on.
"That's it, love. Don't hold back. Let go for me. Fuck, you feel so incredible. Thought about this every night and it's even better than I could have imagined. Feel like this cunt was made for me. Is this my cunt? Cum on my cock and prove it to me, love. Cum for me."
All it took was his order to send you over the edge. Your back arching and a ragged moan pulled from your chest as your body began to shudder. The feel of you cumming allowing Tommy to finally let go. His last few thrusts becoming sloppy as he followed your lead into orgasmic bliss. The feeling of him shooting his warm load inside your cunt prolonging your own orgasm.
After a moment to catch your breath, Tommy leaned down to place another kiss on your lips. Less heated and hurried but no less passionate. Then he slowly pulled out of you and rolled to the side. Urging you to lift your head so he could thread one around underneath and wrap it around your shoulder. Wanting to hold you close but not wanting to smother you.
When Tommy finally broke the silence, it startled you a little. Part of you had still expected him to just get up and leave. You certainly weren't expecting him to say what he did.
"Thank you."
You couldn't help the guffaw that came from your body. Quickly elaborating before he got the wrong idea from your reaction.
"For what, fucking you?"
Luckily, he seemed to find your response funny and gave a chuckle of his own before he elaborated. His voice getting softer as he let down his armor, something he had rarely done before, and let you inside. Rolling over to face you and wrapping one atm around your middle to pull you closer to him. His aquamarine eyes were bright and clear as he looked deeply into your eyes.
"For everything. So technically yes, thank you for fucking me, but more than that thank you for everything else you've done for me. For letting me stay here despite having no idea where I was or how I got here. For trusting me when I know others told you not to. For teaching me how to navigate this world. For giving me a chance. For all of it. Thank you."
This is a very special post because it is filled with all the love I feel for one of my besties @suchaladyy
The edit above is a present for her birthday, but not only.
It's also a way to thank her for all the strong, intense emotions she is capable of arousing with her powerful writings. I have been overwhelmed by her talent since the first moment I read her works and then she also became a very special friend of mine who brought back the smile on my face -when there were only tears- many many times.
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Saved a ton of mental hospital patients from persistent & sickening abuse. She went in undercover, and the doctors, nurses, orderlies, etc trrated her like all the others. They essentially said ‘Who cares if you don’t like hiw we treat you? No one will ever hear you or believe you!’
Wanna bet? said Nellie Bly
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Nellie was a fucking hero. You put some respect on Nellie Bly’s name.
