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ice blue - youâre back home in Birmingham and you need a job. tommy shelby offers you one. đ€
sweet like candy - domestic!tommy, plot? what plot đ€
can you hold your liquor? - you're a local businesswoman and tommy needs a favor. đ€
attention - jealous!tommy, plot? what plot đ€
let them wait - (requested) s1 tommy x wife!reader, plot? what plot đ€
give you what you need - (requested) tommy x wife!reader, breeding kink, plot? what plot đ€
take care - (requested) tommy x wife!reader, tommy wants to show you how much he adores you but your kids have other plans. đ€âïž
honey - (requested) tommy x wife!reader, tommy missed you. đ€âïž
reminder - (requested) tommy x wife!reader, hate sex w/tommy. that's it that's the plot đ€âïž
john shelby
drunk in love - you're john's secretary and he takes you on a trip. đ€
desperate - (requested) you ask john to be rough with you. plot, what plot? đ€
work for it - tommy shelby hires you to work for the shelby company. john has a problem with that. đ€
mrs. shelby - john x wife!reader, you feel neglected by john and he tries to make it up to you. âïžđ„
whiskey business - (requested, series, collab w/ @stxdyblr-2k ) john shouldnât want you. you shouldnât want him. (one two three four five six seven eight nine p. 1 nine p. 2 of ?) đ€âïžđ„
finn shelby
come home with me - finn hates you so much he might want to fuck you. đ€âïž
yours (sequel to come home with me, requested) - finn shows you how he feels about you. đ€âïž
michael gray
girls need love - once michael sees you, he has to have you. plot, what plot? đ€
adore you - (requested) michael's got a new obsession. plot, what plot? đ€âïž
bonnie gold
angel - (requested) after a fight, you're the only thing on bonnie's mind. đ€âïž
headcanons
trying to clean john up after a fight but it ends up in the two of you fucking
Not me sitting in work squeezing my thighs together under my desk and trying to pretend everything is perfectly normal and entire body didnât just jolt in reaction to this idea.
I could keep you safe, theyâre all afraid of me.
In which nobody can touch Tommy Shelbyâs property and sheâs not allowed to leave the house without him. But why would she want to go outside when thereâs so much fun insideâŠ? :)))
Uh hi I want John to put his massive arms around me like that picture of him and Arthur heâd make you feel so small yet so safe and heâd be so cute and handsy when heâs drunk Iâm upset
i mean since u asked....
you know john's had a lot to drink by the way his hand immediately grabs for your ass as soon as you walk into the garrison, no qualms about the fact that literally everyone is watching
he honestly doesn't give a single fuck, pulling you closer to him, causing you to giggle
"can't believe i let you out of the 'ouse wearin' that. you look fuckin' good enough to eat, darlin'"
he's wearing that stupidly huge shit-eating grin that makes the filth falling from his lips only slightly socially acceptable
"john, shut up. everyone can hear you."
"don't care, love. fuck are they goin' to do?"
he insists on having you seated on his thigh the entire night, shooting daggers at anyone who dares look at you for more than a second
when you bring it up, he just grins cheekily, whiskey sloshing in the glass firmly in his right hand, the other just barely brushing against the soft skin of your inner thigh, sending shivers down your spine
it doesn't take long until he's tugging you out of the bar, lips pressing sloppy kisses down your neck as he presses you against the car, eager to feel your bare skin on his
"look so fuckin' pretty, can't help myself. makin' me wanna put another fuckin' kid in 'ya."
whiskey buisness - john shelby x reader (part 9 of ?, 2 of 2)
a/n: hello my loves!!! ty so so much for still reading, liking, and reblogging this series. it truly means so much to @stxdyblr-2k and i and she absolutely did an amazing job on this part again so pls give her all the love :) this part was so so fun to work on and i hope you guys enjoy<3
love, abi xxx
read part one two three four five six seven eight | my masterlist
prompt: wedding drama unfolds. (or the one where john makes up for it)
warnings: mentions of smut, just so much fluff it's everywhere, tommy is a dickhead, so domestic u might vomit, kids
Ada shushed you both, the father of the bride getting up to speak. He seemed sweet, too meek to be involved with the Shelbys. He was going to get absolutely steam rolled. You need to remember to bring it up with John at some point; you couldn't survive another night of keeping your mouth shut at The Garrison while some poor fucker begged through the wall of the Shelby booth for an extension on a payment of a loan. The whole situation made your stomach turn. You had quickly gone home, John knowingly running you a bath and being extra affectionate that night. You wouldn't let Linda's portly father fall to the same fate. You couldn't.
Your skin itched to leave. You could tell John you were going to the bathroom, get a cab, go to the train station and disappear without a trace. But you'd never escape the Shelbys. John wouldn't let you go without an explanation, without complete closure, without a fight. He loved you fiercely. If he wasn't so thoughtful and soft, if he wasn't so charming and didn't make your ribs ache from laughing (or legs shake from an endless string of orgasms) beneath the bravado and gangster bollocks, you'd have walked. You just couldn't leave him behind; you loved him entirely. No one had ever loved you so completely, as fearlessly, as John did.
He knew your reservations, but due to how intertwined the Shelby business and family were, it was hard to protect you from the worst. He knew you were burnt out by the chaos, the fear, and panic, but also incredibly bored from always waiting for him to come home, for him to get back from a business trip. You were good for him, always cleaning him up after a business meeting gone wrong but everytime he got home, he only felt shame. He loved the bones out of you and knowing that his career caused you so much turmoil made him feel selfish and disgusted at himself. He wished he could just be with you all day, forget the work week, replace the taste of blood in his mouth with the taste of your tongue, but he had a family to provide for.
"Who'd you reckon will be next out your brothers to walk down the aisle?" Linda asked Arthur, her manicured fingers intertwined through his fist. She looked breathtaking, her white jeweled gown sparkling under the chandelier, yet her innocent question took everyone off guard. Linda had been too buried in an ever growing pile of wedding planning to have been able to witness the nuances of John and Tommy's relationships.
The atmosphere contracted. Suddenly the high vaulted ceilings seemed suffocating, Ada's cheeks burning. Either answer was embarrassing.
"Well it ain't Finn." John cut in, squeezing your knee under the table and winking at Ada, who smiles gratefully. Finn nodded, raising his glass in agreement, the only person on the top table to not have fought for a plus one. Fuckâs sake, the way he spread his arms and cockily smirked reminds you so much of John.
You run your thumb across his knuckles affectionately. He always knew what to say to ease the tension, a valuable skill in his line of business. As intimidating, ruthless and imposing as your lover was, he was equally caring, witty and always had a disarming line to dissolve any anxieties. You wished more people knew about his heart, as strange as it was to say given his line of business.
"Never know, might try to get your Y/N on side." Finn smirked in reply, eyes bright with adoration for his older brother. He'd gotten far more confident lately, starting to flourish as a Shelby. Michael used to steamroll him but now they were in constant competition, snapping at Thomas' heels. Fuck knows if you'd stick around for the fall out of that. You and John talked at length about it as you washed the dishes or attempted to get through the never ending list of chores, the children running wild for an hour or so, but you constantly reminded yourself not to get involved as much as a casual observer would. Bless John and his ability to give you insider intelligence. You were tempted to write a thesis on the hierarchy of the Shelby's criminal culture at times. John often encouraged you, although light heartedly, he was completely supportive of your endeavours.
"Finn, the kids would never allow it. They'd break your knees on my behalf."
"Domestic bliss." Finn grinned, winking at you, obviously inching beyond tipsy, "Remember when you used to be a rascal, Y/N?"
"I will be until the day I die, Finn." You giggled in response, John pressing his mouth to ear, reminding you that you were still wild and needed him to make sure you behave, leaving a lingering kiss on your cheek. You teasingly pushed him away from you, the pointed toe of your heel tracing his shin, earning a playful glare.
You shifted your gaze from John to Lizzie, who looked flustered, Thomas sitting beside her silently smoking, looking as unimpressed as ever as he stared at the embers of the cigarette between his fingers.
"I think John will." Arthur replies. Fuck. John had derailed that line of enquiry. He must have been too fucked to read the room. You weren't sure when he started drinking again but Linda seemed unbothered, too caught up in the excitement of the day to care probably.
"How come?" The stunning brunette to the side of Michael asked; Amelie, if your memory served you correctly. Her wide set dark eyes flicked between you and John, Michael's arm loosely lying across her lap.
"Tom has too much going on and John needs help with the kids." Arthur shrugged. At least his rationale wasn't too overly personal, sexist? Sure, but not the worst answer he could've given.
"Glad you think so highly of Y/N." Ada sneered, making her distaste for Arthur's comment known. John's fingers traced your waist, a silent act of protection. "Hope you're taking note of what your new husband thinks the role of a wife is, Linda."
"Ada." Tommy snapped, glaring coldly at her. "Not here. It's a fucking wedding, yeah?"
"Don't I fuckin' know it. Just think it's fucked up that this family fails to value women. It's constant and tiring." Ada shot back, the gin in her system burning through any sense of shame or passivity.
Thomas rolled his eyes, causing Polly to scoff. "She's right. She's completely right. You lot are cutting us out for nothing else but your ego."
"Look, we have a meeting on Monday, we can sort this out then," John replied firmly, begging his family to shut up, his eyes wide, rubbing the back of his neck.
"We can't sort this in a meeting, it needs to change." Ada snaps back. "You lot barely include us in meetings in the first place. It's embarrassing that junior blinders know more than me."
Immediately her jaw dropped and she glanced at you, eyes pleading with yours. She clearly hadn't meant to phrase it like that; she didn't mean to bring you and John's relationship into the conversation. You nodded at her, lifting a hand to gesture pushing downwards, letting her know it was fine, but you knew Thomas had noticed the ammunition he'd suddenly gained.
"Ada, what happens between you and your mate is none of my business."
"But it was your business when you could tactically weaponise the guilt we felt against Ada to force her and Poll out the business?" A voice cut in, ruthless in its exposure of Thomas' games. Only when everyone's eyes were on you, taken aback, did you realise you'd spoken up.
"It was your decision not to tell her, Y/N. You can't blame that on me."
"You threatened her." John pointed out, knocking back his drink, waving for another, his arm found the back of your chair casually, fingers tangling into your hair. "You threatened my girl Tom."
"She wasn't at the time."
"You shouldn't be getting involved with any of our personal lives. No matter what you think is best, because obviously you are fuckin' clueless."
"I'm the clueless one, John?" Thomas sneered. "You don't even know her. You should ask her what she was doing in London last Tuesday. Or Liverpool on the 21st. You think I'm clueless?"
John paused, accepting his new glass of whiskey from the nervous young waitress, nodding his appreciation. "Thought we agreed you wouldn't fucking follow her?"
"I think it's in your best interest to shut up, Tom," Ada glowered, getting to her feet. "I'm going to powder my nose. You coming, Y/N?"
"Obviously." You pulled away from John, pointedly kissing his cheek, leaving him to deal with his brother. You'd get a blow by blow account later; you had no interest in being there for your character assassination. It'd be too upsetting to sit and take personally.
"I better join you." Lizzie stated, Polly standing also, linking her arm through hers, openly impressed by Lizzie's act of rebellion towards Thomas. Amelie shifted in her chair uncomfortably, not sure what to do with herself for a moment, but whispered something to Michael who helped her stand from her chair in her tight gown.
Ada strode away from the table. You caught her hand which she squeezed in response, pulling you to fall into step beside her. Your newly formed cohort walked into the powder room, your sudden exit causing a fluster among the staff and guests alike.
You pulled out a lipstick, shaking hands fiddling unsuccessfully with the clasp of your purse, and reapplied. It was impossible to have accuracy with so much tension swelling within you.
"Tom really knows how to push people's buttons," Amelie said as she neatly pinned the loose tendrils of hair framing her face behind her ears with two diamond hair slides, probably a gift from Michael. "Are you alright, Y/N? He was horrible to you."
Why did she have to be so kind? It was enough to make your eyes water but you forced a smile.
"That'll be you if you hang around long enough."
"Don't scare her off. It's not so bad as we have each other. That's what's important." Lizzie interjected, watching you in the mirror giving you a sympathetic smile.
Polly had been suspiciously quiet, playing with the long necklaces reaching to her hips. She was watching your reflection in the mirror, Thomas' words obviously not being lost on her. Nothing ever got past Polly. You swiped your finger under your bottom lip to ensure your lipstick was perfectly blotted, turning to face her.
"I was seeing old friends, a few of them are involved in politics. That's why Thomas is pissed." You explained. Ada shot you a glance, trying to avoid her aunt's ever observant gaze, fully aware of what type of politics your old friends from Liverpool were involved with.
"Last Tuesday in London was that strike. The rally in the square the coppers got nasty with." Polly stated, pushing the subject further.
"Yes, I was there. That's all I'm saying, yeah?"
She glanced you up and down, running her tongue across her bottom lip in thought. "Next time, invite Ada and I. Amelie's coming too."
You'd learnt early on that the Shelby-Gray family demanding your company was a high compliment, Amelie visually failed to resist a smile. She couldn't be that much younger than you, yet she was dating Michael. Michael and John seemed entire eras apart in levels of domesticity. You refused to think about the subject any longer, fearing your gin-addled brain would jump to conclusions about what that meant.
"Polls, they're-" Ada interjected, trying to warn her aunt, but was dismissed with a wave of a cigarette.
"If you're to be in this family, it's best I get to know and understand you. John won't shut up about how bright you are. Last time I was over he got out your university papers for me." Your cheeks burned red. Of course John would, he was endlessly proud of you.
You nodded. "Sure, Polls."
"Thomas is trying to make a point today and it's really inappropriate given the occasion. Let's go and have a good time. Enjoy our night and don't let him ruin it, yeah?" Ada prompted.
Polly pushed open the heavy wooden bathroom door, the others trailing behind, heading back to the ballroom. You quickly excused yourself, claiming that you needed some air. Ada raised a brow to you but you shook your head. She smiled and turned back to her group. You found your way to a balcony, cutting through Linda's exquisite lounge. It was starting to drizzle with rain but you didn't care, needing a moment to yourself.
You couldn't believe you had been too caught up in your work to consider Thomas breaking his promise to John. You should've known better and watched your back. You didn't want to go back while it could still be kicking off. You smoked a cigarette, then another, and another, watching the sun dip below the horizon.
"You a chain smoker now?" A low voice called from the doorway. You turned to meet Finn's bright eyes, his lips sloping into a smirk.
"Just enjoying the quiet. Well, I was."
"You'll catch your death out here. You didn't come back with the girls-" He cut himself off to pull a cigar from his exquisitely tailored navy striped suit. He lit the end, letting the smoke roll off of his lips, exhaling easily. He'd grown up so much lately; he was a man now. "You alright?"
"Not really, Finn." You let off a small smirk despite yourself. He rolled his eyes, raising his cigar to your lips. You inhaled gratefully, the light nicotine buzz calming your nerves. Yet he was so close to you that his his shoulder brushed yours. You could feel his warm breath on your cheekbone. He was pissed; it didn't matter. You were mates and you could stand as closely as you liked. You bit your tongue and pulled away, taking a step back from him.
"It's not personal, Y/N. It's business." He said, his tone purely informative, though his eyes were flickering with sympathy for you. He'd confided in you a few times about how trapped he felt, but that was before he grew up. He seemed to have accepted his fate begrudgingly, now intent on enjoying the benefits while he was still breathing.
"I can't believe I thought he'd left me alone."
"You knew that'd never happen, right? As if he'd allow that."
"But John-"
Finn met you with a sharp look. "John will believe what he's told if it keeps his kids fed and you happy. Tommy knows that."
"I just don't see the point. I know he's up to sommet, but why is my part in it so important?"
Finn wrapped his arm around your waist, keeping his hand on the rail of the balcony pressing into your spine. He was so careful. "Iâve got no clue. I reckon it's more to do with John, you just happen to be the one he's fucking."
"Thanks for the vote of confidence, Finn." You retorted. "No need to be a prick." He was only being blunt because of the alcohol. You and John were more than that, right? You hated how insecure you'd become since returning to Birmingham, how anxious you were, how precarious you felt in all your relationships.
"I didn't mean it like that. Don't go all sulky on me now." He said, squeezing your shoulder affectionately. "It's all sorted now so you can come back in."
You hated how the Shelbys could seemingly read you, and it was extremely frustrating that now Finn was developing the family's intuition.
"Don't know how you've managed to sort Thomas stalking me in under an hour."
"We pride ourselves on efficiency. Come on, lass." He held out his arm for you to link through.
You released a heavy sigh, knowing you had to go back inside at some point. Plus, the sky was darkening, the clouds heaving with rain. Fuck it. Face the music.
"You sound more and more like your brothers everyday." But you accepted his offer, his strong arm was firm under your grip which you loosened.
"Lucky me, then."
You wrapped your jacket closer around your throat with your freehand, heading back in, the warm glow of the house comforting despite the potential chaos waiting within.
You reached the ballroom, the tables having vanished to make space for the clusters of guests conversing in small groups, Arthur and Linda flitting between conversations. The crowd suddenly seemed too big, your focus lost in the sea of faces, it was overwhelming, your stomach turning.
"Y/N!" A voice yelled. John. You felt instantly calmer, turning to see him waving you over from where he was chatting to a couple yet hadn't yet met. He always knew how to find you, even in the most crowded places.
As soon as you were within reaching distance, John had pulled you against his hip, away from Finn's side, not acknowledging his youngest brother. He wrapped his arms around you. "You're soaked, lass." He whispered, running his fingers over the blush coloured silk clinging to your skin. "Let me warm you up."
You tried to stop your mind racing, knowing John specifically selected his words to get you riled up for when you got home. He was so predictable, yet sweet. John quickly introduced you to his friends ("This is my Y/N. Fuckin' luckiest man on earth me.") who politely greeted you in return.
The night hurried ahead, the drinks John passed you made the hours melt together. You must've danced with him for hours. You giggled as he spun you, turning your spine to press against his chest, whispering in your ear. He was already beyond tipsy; obviously the argument with his brother hadn't gone well. He was making a point keeping you beside him all night, stealing glances at his brothers. You might have be mistaken but you swore you saw his jaw tense when Finn, Michael and Isaiah interrupted, dismissing Finn coldly, not his usual self at all.
"You need me to take you home?" He asked as soon as the lads left. Immediately, his icy demeanor vanished as he pulled you close, his hips grazing yours, his voice much softer but with a level of intensity. His lips pressed against yours briefly, but you broke away before he could have the chance to deepen it.
"Think you need it more than I do. Can feel how hard you are for me."
"Only because I'm thinking about how gorgeous you looked last night, bent over and begging for me." His lips ghost the side of your neck, coaxing a whimper, hand squeezing your arse. "You gonna let me take you home? We'd have more fun just us two."
"Go on, then."
"Grab the kids and I'll start our goodbyes."
"Can't we just disappear?"
"Sweetheart, it'll be over quick yeah? Make it clear my girl needs me desperately." He smirked, catching your lips with his teeth gently, his tongue running across your bottom lip. You pulled away. He was terrible for trying to get you riled up around his family to mess with you, but you nodded.
"I'll tell them daddy is going to read them all their favourite stories with the funny voices they love."
"I'm so drunk I'll get carried away and get them all over excited."
"John you naturally get them over excited, they adore you."
"Get everyone overexcited, I do." He teased, fingertips tracing your hipbone through the material of your dress. "Hurry up, I want you on top of me as soon as possible."
You rolled your eyes but nodded, pressing your lips back to his. You tried to pull away, only managing to get an inch in between the two of youbefore he dragged you back to him, tongue sweeping your lower lip, hand roughly grasping your jaw.
"I'll be right back. I fucking love you, John."
"Not as much as I love you." He grinned, swaggering away. You headed to the door and turned at the last moment, and he winked as you met eyes. You paced down the corridor, following the yells and squeals echoing down the hallway.
"Katie! Tilly! Lee! Lew! Jack!" You called, hearing a sudden troop of footsteps running towards you. Suddenly, they were clustered around your feet. The group were sticky with jam, cake crumbs and mud; their clothes never again able to be their Sunday best unless you got at them with peroxide urgently. Still, you ruffled Lewis' hair fondly. "Are you monsters tired?"
"We saw you and daddy kissing!" Tilly sang, her giggles ringing through the corridor.
"Well, your daddy is my friend." You replied, trying to maintain calm as not to upset them, attempting to explain the nuance of your relationship to children.
"And then you were dancing and kept kissing!" Tilly continued, ignoring you entirely, too excited about the revelation. They pulled faces, disgusted yet intrigued by the idea of it. You were the same at their young age.
"That's what friends do, uh, adult best friends," You corrected yourself.
" 'Trina says you and daddy might get married." Kate butts in. It always amazed you how adults often forgot how children were a lot more aware than they thought.
"Not for a very long time. Maybe not at all," You answered. The children looked visibly confused so you added, "Not everyone has to be married to be happy. You know how your dad is your best friend? He's mine too. Nothing can change that."
"Can we have stories when we get home?" Katie whined, pulling your hands as she twirled about, already bored with the conversation.
"Your dad was saying earlier how he couldn't wait to do the growly voices for you, you just have to ask him really nicely. Give him a big kiss and hug."
Katie nodded, determined in her mission, shooting into the ballroom to cling onto her dad's leg, barely reaching his hip in heigh, completely fearless in interrupting her father and Uncle Thomas' conversation. She was too young to recognise their tensed jaws and rigid gaits as a sign to not interrupt. Immediately John lifted her above his head and onto his wide shoulders causing her to squeal with glee, her tiny shoes beating against his chest. As you walked over with the rest of his brood, he paused, eyes fixed on you, lips slowly stretching into a proud grin, the lecture from Thomas instantly overshadowed by the comfort of his family swarming around him, tiny grubby hands tugging at his exquisitely pressed suit, not that he cared.
"You ready to go, lass?" He asked, taking your hand, pressing his lips to your knuckles. "The driver is out front."
"All sorted on my end."
Ada was used to you slipping away. After all, no one expected you to say goodbye unless John had dragged you alongside him. You'd see her soon enough anyway, somewhere more private so you could discuss her older brothers and their ruinous attitudes.
"Did you hear that monkeys?" John asked, the children instantly hooked to his every word. His eyes glittered with mischief. "It's bedtime."
The children loudly whined and groaned, Lee flung himself into you, his freckled nose scrunched due to his pout. You squeezed his shoulder fondly, stooping at the waist to embrace the small boy.
John walked ahead of his swarm of children, as though he was a general marching his soldiers to battle, not a father leading his children to the waiting car. Sometimes childcare was a military operation. He opened the door, lifting the children into the backseat before squeezing in with them, generously granting you the comfier passenger seat- he would happily subject himself to the whirl of excited fists and kicking feet to allow you to relax.
It wasn't long before the children had drifted off to sleep, curled up around their father in the backseat, limbs limp with fatigue from their busy daily schedule of running wild and terrifying their nanny. The car was silent despite gentle sniffles and the hum of the engine. You couldn't help but steal a look at John, who was soothingly running his fingers through Katie's hair. He glanced up with a satisfied grin.
iâm so so so so happy youâre reading and enjoying!!! donât worry, @stxdyblr-2k doesnât have anything bad in store for baby finn. not gonna give anything else away about tommy đŹđŹ
SUMMARY: Tommyâs angry and frustrated at everything going on in his life at the moment. His wifeâs recent behaviour doesnât help him either. Itâs time for her to learn a lesson.
AUTHORâS NOTE: Sorry for the gif with Grace, but it gives off a certain vibe đ This is basically a âyoloâ, because itâs my second smut and I had no Beta Readers (I donât want to annoy my friends with my filth). đ
CONTAINS: dom Tommy, traditional husband / wife dynamics, spanking, face slapping, oral sex, breeding kink, tiny amount of daddy kink (well, it was a casual nickname back then, but yeahâŠ)
whiskey buisness - john shelby x reader (part 9 of ?, 2 of 2)
a/n: hello my loves!!! ty so so much for still reading, liking, and reblogging this series. it truly means so much to @stxdyblr-2k and i and she absolutely did an amazing job on this part again so pls give her all the love :) this part was so so fun to work on and i hope you guys enjoy<3
love, abi xxx
read part one two three four five six seven eight | my masterlist
prompt: wedding drama unfolds. (or the one where john makes up for it)
warnings: mentions of smut, just so much fluff it's everywhere, tommy is a dickhead, so domestic u might vomit, kids
Ada shushed you both, the father of the bride getting up to speak. He seemed sweet, too meek to be involved with the Shelbys. He was going to get absolutely steam rolled. You need to remember to bring it up with John at some point; you couldn't survive another night of keeping your mouth shut at The Garrison while some poor fucker begged through the wall of the Shelby booth for an extension on a payment of a loan. The whole situation made your stomach turn. You had quickly gone home, John knowingly running you a bath and being extra affectionate that night. You wouldn't let Linda's portly father fall to the same fate. You couldn't.
Your skin itched to leave. You could tell John you were going to the bathroom, get a cab, go to the train station and disappear without a trace. But you'd never escape the Shelbys. John wouldn't let you go without an explanation, without complete closure, without a fight. He loved you fiercely. If he wasn't so thoughtful and soft, if he wasn't so charming and didn't make your ribs ache from laughing (or legs shake from an endless string of orgasms) beneath the bravado and gangster bollocks, you'd have walked. You just couldn't leave him behind; you loved him entirely. No one had ever loved you so completely, as fearlessly, as John did.
He knew your reservations, but due to how intertwined the Shelby business and family were, it was hard to protect you from the worst. He knew you were burnt out by the chaos, the fear, and panic, but also incredibly bored from always waiting for him to come home, for him to get back from a business trip. You were good for him, always cleaning him up after a business meeting gone wrong but everytime he got home, he only felt shame. He loved the bones out of you and knowing that his career caused you so much turmoil made him feel selfish and disgusted at himself. He wished he could just be with you all day, forget the work week, replace the taste of blood in his mouth with the taste of your tongue, but he had a family to provide for.
"Who'd you reckon will be next out your brothers to walk down the aisle?" Linda asked Arthur, her manicured fingers intertwined through his fist. She looked breathtaking, her white jeweled gown sparkling under the chandelier, yet her innocent question took everyone off guard. Linda had been too buried in an ever growing pile of wedding planning to have been able to witness the nuances of John and Tommy's relationships.
The atmosphere contracted. Suddenly the high vaulted ceilings seemed suffocating, Ada's cheeks burning. Either answer was embarrassing.
"Well it ain't Finn." John cut in, squeezing your knee under the table and winking at Ada, who smiles gratefully. Finn nodded, raising his glass in agreement, the only person on the top table to not have fought for a plus one. Fuckâs sake, the way he spread his arms and cockily smirked reminds you so much of John.
You run your thumb across his knuckles affectionately. He always knew what to say to ease the tension, a valuable skill in his line of business. As intimidating, ruthless and imposing as your lover was, he was equally caring, witty and always had a disarming line to dissolve any anxieties. You wished more people knew about his heart, as strange as it was to say given his line of business.
"Never know, might try to get your Y/N on side." Finn smirked in reply, eyes bright with adoration for his older brother. He'd gotten far more confident lately, starting to flourish as a Shelby. Michael used to steamroll him but now they were in constant competition, snapping at Thomas' heels. Fuck knows if you'd stick around for the fall out of that. You and John talked at length about it as you washed the dishes or attempted to get through the never ending list of chores, the children running wild for an hour or so, but you constantly reminded yourself not to get involved as much as a casual observer would. Bless John and his ability to give you insider intelligence. You were tempted to write a thesis on the hierarchy of the Shelby's criminal culture at times. John often encouraged you, although light heartedly, he was completely supportive of your endeavours.
"Finn, the kids would never allow it. They'd break your knees on my behalf."
"Domestic bliss." Finn grinned, winking at you, obviously inching beyond tipsy, "Remember when you used to be a rascal, Y/N?"
"I will be until the day I die, Finn." You giggled in response, John pressing his mouth to ear, reminding you that you were still wild and needed him to make sure you behave, leaving a lingering kiss on your cheek. You teasingly pushed him away from you, the pointed toe of your heel tracing his shin, earning a playful glare.
You shifted your gaze from John to Lizzie, who looked flustered, Thomas sitting beside her silently smoking, looking as unimpressed as ever as he stared at the embers of the cigarette between his fingers.
"I think John will." Arthur replies. Fuck. John had derailed that line of enquiry. He must have been too fucked to read the room. You weren't sure when he started drinking again but Linda seemed unbothered, too caught up in the excitement of the day to care probably.
"How come?" The stunning brunette to the side of Michael asked; Amelie, if your memory served you correctly. Her wide set dark eyes flicked between you and John, Michael's arm loosely lying across her lap.
"Tom has too much going on and John needs help with the kids." Arthur shrugged. At least his rationale wasn't too overly personal, sexist? Sure, but not the worst answer he could've given.
"Glad you think so highly of Y/N." Ada sneered, making her distaste for Arthur's comment known. John's fingers traced your waist, a silent act of protection. "Hope you're taking note of what your new husband thinks the role of a wife is, Linda."
"Ada." Tommy snapped, glaring coldly at her. "Not here. It's a fucking wedding, yeah?"
"Don't I fuckin' know it. Just think it's fucked up that this family fails to value women. It's constant and tiring." Ada shot back, the gin in her system burning through any sense of shame or passivity.
Thomas rolled his eyes, causing Polly to scoff. "She's right. She's completely right. You lot are cutting us out for nothing else but your ego."
"Look, we have a meeting on Monday, we can sort this out then," John replied firmly, begging his family to shut up, his eyes wide, rubbing the back of his neck.
"We can't sort this in a meeting, it needs to change." Ada snaps back. "You lot barely include us in meetings in the first place. It's embarrassing that junior blinders know more than me."
Immediately her jaw dropped and she glanced at you, eyes pleading with yours. She clearly hadn't meant to phrase it like that; she didn't mean to bring you and John's relationship into the conversation. You nodded at her, lifting a hand to gesture pushing downwards, letting her know it was fine, but you knew Thomas had noticed the ammunition he'd suddenly gained.
"Ada, what happens between you and your mate is none of my business."
"But it was your business when you could tactically weaponise the guilt we felt against Ada to force her and Poll out the business?" A voice cut in, ruthless in its exposure of Thomas' games. Only when everyone's eyes were on you, taken aback, did you realise you'd spoken up.
"It was your decision not to tell her, Y/N. You can't blame that on me."
"You threatened her." John pointed out, knocking back his drink, waving for another, his arm found the back of your chair casually, fingers tangling into your hair. "You threatened my girl Tom."
"She wasn't at the time."
"You shouldn't be getting involved with any of our personal lives. No matter what you think is best, because obviously you are fuckin' clueless."
"I'm the clueless one, John?" Thomas sneered. "You don't even know her. You should ask her what she was doing in London last Tuesday. Or Liverpool on the 21st. You think I'm clueless?"
John paused, accepting his new glass of whiskey from the nervous young waitress, nodding his appreciation. "Thought we agreed you wouldn't fucking follow her?"
"I think it's in your best interest to shut up, Tom," Ada glowered, getting to her feet. "I'm going to powder my nose. You coming, Y/N?"
"Obviously." You pulled away from John, pointedly kissing his cheek, leaving him to deal with his brother. You'd get a blow by blow account later; you had no interest in being there for your character assassination. It'd be too upsetting to sit and take personally.
"I better join you." Lizzie stated, Polly standing also, linking her arm through hers, openly impressed by Lizzie's act of rebellion towards Thomas. Amelie shifted in her chair uncomfortably, not sure what to do with herself for a moment, but whispered something to Michael who helped her stand from her chair in her tight gown.
Ada strode away from the table. You caught her hand which she squeezed in response, pulling you to fall into step beside her. Your newly formed cohort walked into the powder room, your sudden exit causing a fluster among the staff and guests alike.
You pulled out a lipstick, shaking hands fiddling unsuccessfully with the clasp of your purse, and reapplied. It was impossible to have accuracy with so much tension swelling within you.
"Tom really knows how to push people's buttons," Amelie said as she neatly pinned the loose tendrils of hair framing her face behind her ears with two diamond hair slides, probably a gift from Michael. "Are you alright, Y/N? He was horrible to you."
Why did she have to be so kind? It was enough to make your eyes water but you forced a smile.
"That'll be you if you hang around long enough."
"Don't scare her off. It's not so bad as we have each other. That's what's important." Lizzie interjected, watching you in the mirror giving you a sympathetic smile.
Polly had been suspiciously quiet, playing with the long necklaces reaching to her hips. She was watching your reflection in the mirror, Thomas' words obviously not being lost on her. Nothing ever got past Polly. You swiped your finger under your bottom lip to ensure your lipstick was perfectly blotted, turning to face her.
"I was seeing old friends, a few of them are involved in politics. That's why Thomas is pissed." You explained. Ada shot you a glance, trying to avoid her aunt's ever observant gaze, fully aware of what type of politics your old friends from Liverpool were involved with.
"Last Tuesday in London was that strike. The rally in the square the coppers got nasty with." Polly stated, pushing the subject further.
"Yes, I was there. That's all I'm saying, yeah?"
She glanced you up and down, running her tongue across her bottom lip in thought. "Next time, invite Ada and I. Amelie's coming too."
You'd learnt early on that the Shelby-Gray family demanding your company was a high compliment, Amelie visually failed to resist a smile. She couldn't be that much younger than you, yet she was dating Michael. Michael and John seemed entire eras apart in levels of domesticity. You refused to think about the subject any longer, fearing your gin-addled brain would jump to conclusions about what that meant.
"Polls, they're-" Ada interjected, trying to warn her aunt, but was dismissed with a wave of a cigarette.
"If you're to be in this family, it's best I get to know and understand you. John won't shut up about how bright you are. Last time I was over he got out your university papers for me." Your cheeks burned red. Of course John would, he was endlessly proud of you.
You nodded. "Sure, Polls."
"Thomas is trying to make a point today and it's really inappropriate given the occasion. Let's go and have a good time. Enjoy our night and don't let him ruin it, yeah?" Ada prompted.
Polly pushed open the heavy wooden bathroom door, the others trailing behind, heading back to the ballroom. You quickly excused yourself, claiming that you needed some air. Ada raised a brow to you but you shook your head. She smiled and turned back to her group. You found your way to a balcony, cutting through Linda's exquisite lounge. It was starting to drizzle with rain but you didn't care, needing a moment to yourself.
You couldn't believe you had been too caught up in your work to consider Thomas breaking his promise to John. You should've known better and watched your back. You didn't want to go back while it could still be kicking off. You smoked a cigarette, then another, and another, watching the sun dip below the horizon.
"You a chain smoker now?" A low voice called from the doorway. You turned to meet Finn's bright eyes, his lips sloping into a smirk.
"Just enjoying the quiet. Well, I was."
"You'll catch your death out here. You didn't come back with the girls-" He cut himself off to pull a cigar from his exquisitely tailored navy striped suit. He lit the end, letting the smoke roll off of his lips, exhaling easily. He'd grown up so much lately; he was a man now. "You alright?"
"Not really, Finn." You let off a small smirk despite yourself. He rolled his eyes, raising his cigar to your lips. You inhaled gratefully, the light nicotine buzz calming your nerves. Yet he was so close to you that his his shoulder brushed yours. You could feel his warm breath on your cheekbone. He was pissed; it didn't matter. You were mates and you could stand as closely as you liked. You bit your tongue and pulled away, taking a step back from him.
"It's not personal, Y/N. It's business." He said, his tone purely informative, though his eyes were flickering with sympathy for you. He'd confided in you a few times about how trapped he felt, but that was before he grew up. He seemed to have accepted his fate begrudgingly, now intent on enjoying the benefits while he was still breathing.
"I can't believe I thought he'd left me alone."
"You knew that'd never happen, right? As if he'd allow that."
"But John-"
Finn met you with a sharp look. "John will believe what he's told if it keeps his kids fed and you happy. Tommy knows that."
"I just don't see the point. I know he's up to sommet, but why is my part in it so important?"
Finn wrapped his arm around your waist, keeping his hand on the rail of the balcony pressing into your spine. He was so careful. "Iâve got no clue. I reckon it's more to do with John, you just happen to be the one he's fucking."
"Thanks for the vote of confidence, Finn." You retorted. "No need to be a prick." He was only being blunt because of the alcohol. You and John were more than that, right? You hated how insecure you'd become since returning to Birmingham, how anxious you were, how precarious you felt in all your relationships.
"I didn't mean it like that. Don't go all sulky on me now." He said, squeezing your shoulder affectionately. "It's all sorted now so you can come back in."
You hated how the Shelbys could seemingly read you, and it was extremely frustrating that now Finn was developing the family's intuition.
"Don't know how you've managed to sort Thomas stalking me in under an hour."
"We pride ourselves on efficiency. Come on, lass." He held out his arm for you to link through.
You released a heavy sigh, knowing you had to go back inside at some point. Plus, the sky was darkening, the clouds heaving with rain. Fuck it. Face the music.
"You sound more and more like your brothers everyday." But you accepted his offer, his strong arm was firm under your grip which you loosened.
"Lucky me, then."
You wrapped your jacket closer around your throat with your freehand, heading back in, the warm glow of the house comforting despite the potential chaos waiting within.
You reached the ballroom, the tables having vanished to make space for the clusters of guests conversing in small groups, Arthur and Linda flitting between conversations. The crowd suddenly seemed too big, your focus lost in the sea of faces, it was overwhelming, your stomach turning.
"Y/N!" A voice yelled. John. You felt instantly calmer, turning to see him waving you over from where he was chatting to a couple yet hadn't yet met. He always knew how to find you, even in the most crowded places.
As soon as you were within reaching distance, John had pulled you against his hip, away from Finn's side, not acknowledging his youngest brother. He wrapped his arms around you. "You're soaked, lass." He whispered, running his fingers over the blush coloured silk clinging to your skin. "Let me warm you up."
You tried to stop your mind racing, knowing John specifically selected his words to get you riled up for when you got home. He was so predictable, yet sweet. John quickly introduced you to his friends ("This is my Y/N. Fuckin' luckiest man on earth me.") who politely greeted you in return.
The night hurried ahead, the drinks John passed you made the hours melt together. You must've danced with him for hours. You giggled as he spun you, turning your spine to press against his chest, whispering in your ear. He was already beyond tipsy; obviously the argument with his brother hadn't gone well. He was making a point keeping you beside him all night, stealing glances at his brothers. You might have be mistaken but you swore you saw his jaw tense when Finn, Michael and Isaiah interrupted, dismissing Finn coldly, not his usual self at all.
"You need me to take you home?" He asked as soon as the lads left. Immediately, his icy demeanor vanished as he pulled you close, his hips grazing yours, his voice much softer but with a level of intensity. His lips pressed against yours briefly, but you broke away before he could have the chance to deepen it.
"Think you need it more than I do. Can feel how hard you are for me."
"Only because I'm thinking about how gorgeous you looked last night, bent over and begging for me." His lips ghost the side of your neck, coaxing a whimper, hand squeezing your arse. "You gonna let me take you home? We'd have more fun just us two."
"Go on, then."
"Grab the kids and I'll start our goodbyes."
"Can't we just disappear?"
"Sweetheart, it'll be over quick yeah? Make it clear my girl needs me desperately." He smirked, catching your lips with his teeth gently, his tongue running across your bottom lip. You pulled away. He was terrible for trying to get you riled up around his family to mess with you, but you nodded.
"I'll tell them daddy is going to read them all their favourite stories with the funny voices they love."
"I'm so drunk I'll get carried away and get them all over excited."
"John you naturally get them over excited, they adore you."
"Get everyone overexcited, I do." He teased, fingertips tracing your hipbone through the material of your dress. "Hurry up, I want you on top of me as soon as possible."
You rolled your eyes but nodded, pressing your lips back to his. You tried to pull away, only managing to get an inch in between the two of youbefore he dragged you back to him, tongue sweeping your lower lip, hand roughly grasping your jaw.
"I'll be right back. I fucking love you, John."
"Not as much as I love you." He grinned, swaggering away. You headed to the door and turned at the last moment, and he winked as you met eyes. You paced down the corridor, following the yells and squeals echoing down the hallway.
"Katie! Tilly! Lee! Lew! Jack!" You called, hearing a sudden troop of footsteps running towards you. Suddenly, they were clustered around your feet. The group were sticky with jam, cake crumbs and mud; their clothes never again able to be their Sunday best unless you got at them with peroxide urgently. Still, you ruffled Lewis' hair fondly. "Are you monsters tired?"
"We saw you and daddy kissing!" Tilly sang, her giggles ringing through the corridor.
"Well, your daddy is my friend." You replied, trying to maintain calm as not to upset them, attempting to explain the nuance of your relationship to children.
"And then you were dancing and kept kissing!" Tilly continued, ignoring you entirely, too excited about the revelation. They pulled faces, disgusted yet intrigued by the idea of it. You were the same at their young age.
"That's what friends do, uh, adult best friends," You corrected yourself.
" 'Trina says you and daddy might get married." Kate butts in. It always amazed you how adults often forgot how children were a lot more aware than they thought.
"Not for a very long time. Maybe not at all," You answered. The children looked visibly confused so you added, "Not everyone has to be married to be happy. You know how your dad is your best friend? He's mine too. Nothing can change that."
"Can we have stories when we get home?" Katie whined, pulling your hands as she twirled about, already bored with the conversation.
"Your dad was saying earlier how he couldn't wait to do the growly voices for you, you just have to ask him really nicely. Give him a big kiss and hug."
Katie nodded, determined in her mission, shooting into the ballroom to cling onto her dad's leg, barely reaching his hip in heigh, completely fearless in interrupting her father and Uncle Thomas' conversation. She was too young to recognise their tensed jaws and rigid gaits as a sign to not interrupt. Immediately John lifted her above his head and onto his wide shoulders causing her to squeal with glee, her tiny shoes beating against his chest. As you walked over with the rest of his brood, he paused, eyes fixed on you, lips slowly stretching into a proud grin, the lecture from Thomas instantly overshadowed by the comfort of his family swarming around him, tiny grubby hands tugging at his exquisitely pressed suit, not that he cared.
"You ready to go, lass?" He asked, taking your hand, pressing his lips to your knuckles. "The driver is out front."
"All sorted on my end."
Ada was used to you slipping away. After all, no one expected you to say goodbye unless John had dragged you alongside him. You'd see her soon enough anyway, somewhere more private so you could discuss her older brothers and their ruinous attitudes.
"Did you hear that monkeys?" John asked, the children instantly hooked to his every word. His eyes glittered with mischief. "It's bedtime."
The children loudly whined and groaned, Lee flung himself into you, his freckled nose scrunched due to his pout. You squeezed his shoulder fondly, stooping at the waist to embrace the small boy.
John walked ahead of his swarm of children, as though he was a general marching his soldiers to battle, not a father leading his children to the waiting car. Sometimes childcare was a military operation. He opened the door, lifting the children into the backseat before squeezing in with them, generously granting you the comfier passenger seat- he would happily subject himself to the whirl of excited fists and kicking feet to allow you to relax.
It wasn't long before the children had drifted off to sleep, curled up around their father in the backseat, limbs limp with fatigue from their busy daily schedule of running wild and terrifying their nanny. The car was silent despite gentle sniffles and the hum of the engine. You couldn't help but steal a look at John, who was soothingly running his fingers through Katie's hair. He glanced up with a satisfied grin.
Hello!! Do you think you could write something John Shelby where his gf is very shy and innocent (like the complete opposite of him) like John was her first everything and after a while she asks John to be more rough with her in bed?? Like more dominant and aggressive?? Hope that made sense, thank you !!!
a\n: hey babe! ty soo much for requesting this cause i liked it so much i had to make an entire fic about it. iâm a sinner. hope you enjoy!!
tagging my bestie @stxdyblr-2k ik youâve been waiting love u !!
love, abi xxx
desperate - john shelby x readerÂ
warnings: nsfw!!! degradation, praise kink, power play, john being sexy as fuck
John Shelby was a sight to behold in bed. From the moment he had taken your virginity, slow and sweet in your best friend Ada Shelbyâs guest room, Johnâs touch was slow and torturous, fingertips searing into your skin as he was soft and slow with you, making you come with his mouth and hands before even attempting to broach the subject of his cock inside you. You were already his, his pink lips a welcome relief as he lapped at your cunt, obscene sounds echoing off the walls. The two of you were tipsy, the rest of the party obscenely dancing to music playing from the gramophone downstairs. John had always been irresistible to you, but you were his younger sisterâs innocent friend, whom you thought he never noticed. He was surprised that you even showed up to the party hanging off Adaâs arm, clad in a light pink silk dress that clung to your curves in a way that made his mouth water. He had watched you make your way through the party, downing whatever drink Ada passed your way. Finally, he got drunk enough to make his way over to you, your eyes sparkling as they met his, gin and tonic sloshing in the glass in your hand. The two of you fell into conversation, Johnâs fingertips grazing your bare back, causing goosebumps to prickle on your skin.
âHaving fun?â Johnâs lips brushed against your ear as the two of you stood at the edge of the party, at the entrance to a hallway leading to a few spare rooms. You shivered at the contact, alcohol pumping through your veins, giving you the courage to be blunt. âItâd be better if you kissed me,â you smiled shyly, looking up at John through your eyelashes. Johnâs lips met yours, backing you up slowly against the wall as he kissed you gently, teeth tugging at your bottom lip for access. You let him in, like youâd dreamed of so many times before, kissing him back with fervor, letting out a soft whimper. John groaned, abruptly removing his lips from yours before tugging you into the nearest empty bedroom. He shut the door quickly, lifting you up with his hands on your ass as he connected his lips with yours again, setting you down on the bed before looking down at you with dilated pupils.Â
âJohn, thereâs something I need to tell you,â you murmured, looking down at the blanket on the bed.Â
âWhatâs that, sweetheart?â John asked, peppering kisses on your collarbone.Â
âIâm-Iâm a virgin,â you blurted out, a blush spreading across your cheeks.Â
John stopped and locked his blue eyes with yours. âYou donât need to be embarrassed about that, darling. Itâs just.. Are you sure you want to do this? With me?â
You nodded, looking up at John under hooded eyes. âYes.â
John wasted no time in covering your body with his, kissing you harder than before. And now, here you were, back arching into Johnâs face as he continued rubbing circles into your clit while he devoured you. You werenât even conscious of the noises leaving your mouth as you came all over Johnâs face, eyes rolling back into your head as you reached your climax. John groaned into your cunt as he watched you come, continuing his ministrations through your orgasm, causing your legs to shake. John finally stopped, chuckling as he wiped his mouth on the back of his hand.Â
âSo fucking pretty when you come.â
You blushed, as John made little work of the rest of your clothes. He spent the next hour showing you just how hard he could make you come, and you couldnât help but let him. He was headache inducing, in all the right ways. From then on, heâd always find ways to get you alone, from in his office, in his car, in various hotels, to even in the goddamn movie theater once. Youâd be lying if you said you didnât love it, the way he took his time with you, and always paid attention to how your body reacted. However, you knew there was more to John Shelby than the sweetness that he showed you. You had overheard many heated phone calls; heard the rumors spread about his reputation. You found yourself longing for more. You wanted to see the dark side of John, wanted him to use you to his satisfaction.
You could hear John swearing into the telephone before you even opened his office door, the air thick with the tension of the day. You quietly slipped in, not wanting to interrupt. John stood at his desk, eyes trained on the papers spread across it as he snapped into the receiver, shooting his whiskey between sentences. His shoulders were clenched underneath his dark grey suit, making you want to run your hands across the taught muscles in an attempt to help him relax. Profanities spewed from his soft lips as he argued with whoever was on the other line, running a hand through his neatly combed hair.Â
âI gave you a deadline, yeah? Now, you need to fucking deliver!â John slammed the phone down, exhaling as his eyes found you. A small smile replaced the frown that had previously occupied his mouth.Â
âGod, youâre a fucking sight for sore eyes,â John exhaled.Â
âCould say the same.â You smiled up at him, walking behind his desk and kissing him, breathing in the intoxicating smell of his cologne. John picked you up and sat you on the desk, deepening the kiss. Before he could continue, you freed your lips from him. John furrowed his brow in confusion, but before he could say anything, you spoke.
âI need to ask you something.â
âWhatâs goinâ on, darlinâ?â John looked slightly concerned, his blue eyes trained on yours.
You steadied your breath. âI was wondering if⊠you knowâŠ. you could be, um, rough with me?â
John let out a sigh, dropping his head slightly before bringing it back up to meet yours, the light of the fireplace reflected off of his eyes. his arms on either sides of you. âFucking christ, sweetheart. Never thought Iâd hear those words come out of that sweet little mouth, hm?â John grinned at you as you ducked your head in embarrassment.Â
John lifted your chin so your eyes met his again. âIâll do it, but only if you promise to tell me if itâs too much. You say stop, and Iâll stop, yeah?â
âI promise,â You replied, blushing slightly.
John smiled at you before pressing kisses down your neck, causing goosebumps to prickle. âPretty little thing like you, wanting me to treat you like a whore, eh?âÂ
You shivered at his words, and John took note, letting out a low chuckle. âLook at you, getting all riled up. Barely even touched you yet sweetheart.â
âJohn,â you whined, and his eyes darkened.Â
âDonât be a fucking brat.â Johnâs harsh tone went straight to your core as he continued pressing sloppy kisses to your collarbone. You fucking wanted it, and he knew it. Your back arched into John at the mere touch of his hands and mouth. You were already so far gone, it was ridiculous.
âJohn, please,â you whimpered, looking up at him through heavy lidded eyes, cheeks flushed. This was the look he couldnât resist, and some part of you knew it.Â
âDonât worry, sweetheart, Iâm gonna take care of you,â John crooned, his fingers finding their way to your sopping wet core. âJesus, Y/N, you that wet for me already? Been thinking about my cock all day, huh?â
You couldnât do anything but nod, moaning at Johnâs fingertips curling against the spot that made your head spin. John chuckled darkly. âPretty little girl, couldnât even wait for me to get home, hm? Had to come see me so I could give you what you need.â
âFuck,â you moaned, and Johnâs eyes darkened as he reached a hand up to grip your throat, making your breath hitch.Â
âWatch your language, princess. Donât wanna have to make me punish you.â John rumbled, rubbing his thumb in circles around your clit as you squirmed, nodding with flushed cheeks as you looked up at him.Â
âYes, sir,â you gasped between whimpers, as John wasted no time connecting your lips roughly. He flipped you over, shoving your skirt over the curve of your ass before entering you, groaning at the feeling of your wet heat practically sucking him in as he grabbed a handful of your hair, pulling your upper half off the desk as he fucked into you at an infuriatingly slow pace.Â
âYou donât even care that Iâve got you bent over the desk like a whore, huh? You that desperate for me, sweetheart?â John grunted, savoring the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of you slowly. The only speech you could manage other than a fevered nod was almost a cry, and you almost could feel John grin at the state you were in.Â
âPlease, sir,â you managed to blurt out, aching for more from him.Â
âPlease, what?â John mocked, but it went straight to your lower abdomen. It was like he already knew which buttons to press to get you as riled up as possible. If you were screwed before, you were definitely fucked now. Quite literally.
âPlease fuck me harder, sir,â you moaned, attempting to fuck yourself back onto him. John grinned at the sight of how eager you were for him; how willing you were to take whatever he gave you.
âShouldâve fucked you like this sooner, huh? Knew you loved my cock, but fucking âell, darling,â John crooned, watching you cry out and grab for the top of the desk for leverage as he pounded into you, savoring the whimpers that fell out of your mouth.Â
âIâm gonna-â you couldnât even finish your sentence as John quickened his pace, his hand toying with your clit.Â
âYou gonna come all over my cock, pretty girl?â John growled as he slammed into you roughly, fingertips bruising at your hips. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you came as hard as you had ever in your life, body going limp as John chased your orgasm with his, grunting as he released into your pulsing cunt, stickiness dripping down the back of your thighs.Â
âFuck,â John groaned as he took his cock out of you. He reached into a drawer and produced a dry towel, cleaning you up and pressing kisses to the curve of your back as you laid there panting, seeing stars.Â
âYou alright, love?â John questioned, pushing your hair behind your ear and planting a kiss to your forehead.Â
You nodded, smiling up at him before he pulled you into his arms for a kiss.Â
âLet me take you home and make you dinner, hmm?â John queried, pressing kisses to your hair.Â
âYeah, Iâd like that,â you murmured into Johnâs neck, sleepy yet satisfied.Â
In which Tommy Shelbyâs new innocent maid has disturbing and possessive tendencies. She knows her employer more than anyone else and is willing to use his vulnerabilities for her own purpose â to make him realize that heâs in love with her :)))
Do you think John is more of a rough or soft dom? Or maybe a mix of both? I have to admit i would like either a soft and caring/lovey dom John as well as a rough/ass spanking/choking dom John as well:âŠ.
my answer is gonna have to be both. hereâs why:
johnâs a softie at heart, we know this (he wants the chickens too!!!). behind all the bravado, thereâs nothing more in life that he wants than to settle down his huge massive family with someone he adores. so itâs no surprise when heâs waking you up by kissing the insides of your thighs, gently nudging them apart to make you fall apart all over his face until youâre shaking (âyouâre so beautiful when you cum, love, couldnât help myselfâ). johnâs a giver; he takes so much pride in the way you react to his touch that you might have to beg him to stop (which he will, ofc, with the smuggest of grins) and never fails to tell you just how obsessed he is with the way you feel around him (âdonât be shy, darlinâ, youâre fuckin gorgeous when youâre begginâ for meâ). telling him how good he feels inside you just leads to him wanting to make you feel as good as he thinks you look on top of him.
when heâs frustrated though, itâs a whole other story. johnâs not patient; he takes what he wants when he wants it, and if itâs you? letâs just say heâs not too concerned with his surroundings. if his business partnerâs touching you just a little too long for his liking, heâs got no qualms about pulling you away to the nearest empty room just so he can hear you moan his name (and so everyone else can, too). the manâs obsessed with your ass, and if he can find an excuse to leave it bruised, he will. heâs demanding, coaxing orgasm after orgasm from you with skillful fingers, unsatisfied until youâve practically got tears running down your cheeks from overstimulation (âpretty little thing, just desperate for my cock, arenât you? canât even help yourselfâ). in short, heâs definitely going to push you to your limits, but never fails to pull you close to him afterwards, making sure to be gentle where it hurts, murmuring praise into your ear
hc where tommy comes home angry & covered in blood & takes out his frustrations on his darling, unable to keep from using the fact that darling finds him irresistible like this to his advantage iâm-
i think there would perhaps be some points in time where tommy made the very calculated decision of coming home without cleaning up once he found out darling liked it.
tommy's bloody hands go around their neck and it leaves this just đ€đł stopping myself. i think he likes to see them covered in blood a little if it's a situation he has full control over, darling only being able to be tainted by him (if that makes sense)
he fucking loves that they'll still have him, even the ' darker ' parts of him â after all is said and done, just he absolutely just stops them from cleaning up for a minute, just so he can look at the state of them, what he did to them, what he does to them even covered in the blood of some probably poor fucking soul.
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