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Me, posting it with a straight face because I mean business, especially about smut and there's a reason I've yet to unleash a full ass fucking piece of it for you guys:
“If its heads, Abbie here takes all of this, with my blessing”
“Tommy..”
“And if it's tails.. I fuck your daughter, Mr Gold.. You have four daughters, I hear. Y/n is the oldest and the prettiest, so I’ll have her”
You watch as the coin flips in the air, shielding your three younger sisters; Esmeralda, Vanessa and Ursula from the man in the black coat as you stand in front of your caravan. Charlie Strong has graciously allowed your family to park the caravans you live in and travel with in his yard and you fold your arms as you watch your father peer down at the coin.
Your sisters are young, 21, 19 and 17 respectively and you are more than glad of your brother Bonnie being the shield between your own self and the man who is bartering with your Father.
“Go on inside, girls. It’s okay”
You shut the doors behind them, leaning on the wood as you watch the man, who’s name you have learned to be Thomas Shelby. He’s tall with broad shoulders, a stoic face and eyes so blue they look like ice. His gaze falls on you and he smirks, before making a show of looking down at the coin.
“Tails..” His eyes land on you once again and you press your back further into the wood of the door behind you. Your fingers link with Bonnie’s and you glance at him, begging silently for your brother to step in and say something. You aren’t exactly a virgin, having lost your innocence a year prior to your husband. The marriage was short lived and produced no children and your father had paid him a substantial amount of money to leave and never look back.
You tense as Tommy takes a step forward, sucking your bottom lip into your mouth and you watch as he eyes you up and down. Like he’s a sailor on a ship and you are the last bottle of booze he can have until he goes back to shore “Miss Gold?”
“Mr Shelby” Your eyes lock with his and you shudder as he extends his hand, placing your own in his much larger one as you step down the few steps and walk closer to him. A single finger tilts your chin up and you gulp as his eyes dart around your face before his hand grips your jaw and his thumb swipes a trail across your cheek, sparking your cheeks to flame a crimson colour “Such beauty. It's a waste”
“Mr Shelby?”
His smile is brief as he steps closer and you swallow thickly as his gaze never wavers from your face. The instinct to step back and run is great but his hypnotising gaze has you stuck, his hand cradles your jaw and you suck in a breath. There is obviously something between you both, a crackle of energy which is clearly felt by you both.
“Your father’s given you to me, Miss Gold”
You don’t have a chance to respond as Tommy’s hand slides from your chin to your elbow and he moves you to the car with Arthur following suit. You steal a glance back to your brother and sisters and nod watching as Bonnie slips into his own caravan while Tommy forces you into the waiting car. The nerves bubble in your stomach and you don't look back as Bonnie leaves his caravan with his pistol, letting your arms fold around your body.
“Are you a virgin?” Your head shakes from side to side as you watch Tommy process the information he’d been given you then you glance at Arthur in the front passenger seat next to their cousin Michael behind the driver’s wheel. "I’m not a Virgin.. I’m married, Mr Shelby”
His smirk is amused and you stifle a gasp as his hand rests on your knee, you don't know when he took off his gloves but you watch his hand slide under your dress, stifling a scream as his fingers find your clit.
You squirm in your seat under his gaze then let your head fall back as his fingers slowly push inside you, his fingers monotonous as they move forwards and backwards. “Look at you, taking my fingers so well.. Like such a good girl, ‘eh?”
When you don’t respond, his thumb finds your clit, making a yelp come from your lips as he presses down and holds it in place. One perfect brow raises as Tommy simply watches you, waiting for the words he knows will tumble from your lips, whether you want them to or not. More delicious pressure is added to your clit and you gasp, rasping out an answer you and he both know you don’t quite mean.
But it pleases Tommy either way “More.. I want more”
His fingers crook upwards and you let out a pathetic noise that seems to go straight to Tommy’s cock, making the front of his trousers bulge. Your eyes go straight there and you inhale a breath, trying to silence the noises from your lips. The scent of his cologne fills your nose, woody and musky and everything masculine and a moan slips involuntarily, prompting Tommy to withdraw his fingers only to shove them back in and make your moan louder.
Your legs part as Tommy’s fingers coax and prod against your g-spot, and you fight every need in you to moan as his fingers move faster and harder “Look at you, with my fingers in your cunt. Are you enjoying this?”
“No..” You gasp and another moan pulls from your lips as he chuckles, leaning in to whisper into your ear “I think you’re lying. Good little whores don’t lie”
“I’m not..” You mewl, eyes rolling back as you cum hard, unsure what the feeling is. “I’m not a whore”
“Not a whore, hm?” He acts like he’s thinking it over, nodding his head. He holds his hand up in front of your face, pressing his fingers to your lips and the taste of your arousal and orgasm makes your head swim as his fingers push in your mouth “Suck them clean”
You don't even think of arguing as you suck Tommy’s fingers clean making sure you get all the slick that coats them and you let out a whine as he pulls his fingers free from your mouth before climbing gracefully from the car and extending his hand to you. You obediently take his hand and climb out of the car, staring up at the impressive house in awe.
The crunching of gravel is the only noise to ground you as Tommy pulls you towards the imposing house by your elbow. He lets himself in, passing his hat and coat to a lady - Most likely the housekeeper. You catch her name, Frances and you smile at her politely before Tommy pulls you into his chest letting his fingers run down your back and undoing the buttons of your dress as he goes.
You follow him willingly up a set of stairs, holding your dress to your chest as you look around and take in the grandeur of his home. You can’t help but feel out of place in this home.
“Come with me, Miss Gold”
You take his extended hand and gasp as he pulls you into his chest, his free hand slips under your dress and you force yourself not to cry at the predicament you’re in. The thoughts swimming through your brain make you want to throw up: You hope he’ll be gentle, while you’re not a virgin you’re still inexperienced and you know that Tommy is most likely a man with plenty experience under his belt. You hope he’ll at least treat you well and give you kisses.
Your stomach churns. The feeling is unpleasant as your nose is filled with the scent of sandalwood and musk, Tommy’s cologne.
A moan leaves your lips as he brushes kisses down your neck and your mind briefly flashes to the deal Tommy made with your father. You want to stop this so desperately, your brain and your body fighting for dominance and control as he steers you into his bedroom.
“You have no idea what your father’s done, do you?”
The dress that covers your frame slips to the floor and you stifle a gasp as you’re pushed back into the wall. Tommy’s hand once again slips between your legs and you groan as his fingers find your clit, brushing against the bundle of nerves gently “So responsive.. It makes things a lot easier”
You go to argue but you’re cut off with a swift kiss and Tommy’s tongue caressing your own as his hand grips your thigh while pulling your leg around his hip. You don’t like the way your body is giving in to his advances but you also don't question it as he lifts you up and carries you to the bed, depositing you on the soft sheets. You watch with some level of interest as Tommy removes his waistcoat and shirt, your eyes dipping low on his chest before he leans his body over yours.
“Lets see what kind of pretty noises my little whore can make, hm?”
A soft sigh leaves your lips as Tommy’s lips descend down your body and you stare at the ceiling as he slowly pulls your underwear down and groans. His lips attach to your clit and you squeak, moaning as you arch off the bed. Silent tears stream down your face despite your body’s overwhelming response and you clamp your eyes shut. This isn’t how it was meant to be. Your father had spent countless hours drilling the importance of asking before anything ever happened.
You’re almost positive that Bonnie’s never taken a woman the way Tommy’s taking you now. Your heart sinks into the depths of your stomach as you feel a pressure you’ve never felt before building in your abdomen and you moan, despite your brain begging you not to
It takes everything in you not to lean over the side of the bed and empty the contents of your stomach as the pressure snaps and a relief washes over you. Tommy pulls away, satisfied and kisses back up to your stomach to your face where he smirks and wipes a lone tear from your cheek before resting his forehead on yours “My little whore crying.. Maybe I can put a pretty smile on your face, ‘eh?”
“No.. No please don’t”
You’re not that experienced but you know what Tommy’s doing isn’t how you have sex.
You fight against his hands spreading your legs and you stifle a cry as he pushes into you hard, his groan filling the room and your ears like the deadliest of melodies.
Your eyes flutter as your head falls back into the pillow and the moan that you successfully held back tumbles from your lips as Tommy’s hips increase their speed. It’s like a switch has flipped and you’re enjoying this man, this powerful and dangerous man touching you in ways that should have been for the man who married you.
You shudder as his lips come in contact with your neck and a whine leaves your lips as he pulls your legs around his waist. It’s like he’s concerned more with your closeness than your pleasure
Like you were a trophy to show off but never leave his side.
“You’re tight..” His words vibrate in your head and make you moan. You’ve almost forgotten the fight you put up as you sink into the mattress, letting him fill you up and take from you. The familiar pressure in your stomach builds up once again and your eyes roll back as a moan leaves your lips.
“Cum for me, little whore”
His words trigger something in you that sends you over the edge and you cry out as your orgasm washes over you. Tommy’s hips don’t stop their relentless movements and you groan as a shudder passes down your spine “I’m going to fill you up so you can have a tiny Shelby of your own, how’s that sound my little whore?”
His words spark something in your brain and you whine, trying to push your legs together as he chases his orgasm and comes inside you. As your legs drop from his waist to the bed Tommy pulls out only to push his fingers inside you as you try to move away. His smirk is wicked as he takes in your dishevelled form “Keep it in. I’ll know if any spills out to the sheets”
Your cheeks flame with embarrassment as he falls down to the bed next to you and your eyes shut, fresh tears spilling out of them as you pray nothing is growing in your womb.
"In the instance an employer makes an illegal request for a photograph as part of a job application, you may submit a complaint to the United States Equal Employment Opportunity Commission." Successful violation fee collections are paid partially to the one who suffered the violation, which in many cases exceeds a year of work at these shit jobs. There's only two weak points to a corporation, and those are in the budget and in the supply chain. Hit them where it hurts.
Like two years ago I read a fic on ao3 and I haven’t been able to find it since. It’s a twilight fan fiction, the Quileute pack x ofc who I believe was called Jillian in the story. It started out being Sam/Paul/ofc/Jared/embry and they were just about to add Jacob into it when I stopped reading it. I also remember a scene where the mc paints a picture of all the guys on the front porch of sams house. If anyone knows what I’m talking about please let me know😭😭
If u want to write a story about a character that's just you but hotter with a dark twisted backstory and magical powers and a pet falcon or something, I think u should just go ahead and do that. Who's gonna stop you? The government?? Fuck the police.
Y’all remember when Steve said “But if you put it in an elevator” and Tony says “it would still go up”
and then Steve said “elevators not worthy?”
He’s wrong because theoretically, the person who designed the elevator is technically the one that lifted the hammer, because it’s their elevator making the hammer go up, which means he’s the one doing the lifting cuz he designed it.
