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Game of Thrones

Peaky Blinders

Tommy Shelby

Series “Pretty little thing”

Business pleasure - Smut

The traitors son

Supernatural

Dean Winchester

Series „A perfect match?“

The Witcher

Star Wars

A Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes

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The traitor’s son

After killing a couple for betraying the Peaky Blinders, Grace insisted on taking in their newborn child and raising it as her own. Thomas couldn’t bring himself to get close and warm up towards the little boy because he only sees the new generation of traitors.

At some point Thomas feelings change towards the boy…

Warning: weapons, smoking, alcohol, murder, body fluids, atrocities, hate, child neglect, strict upraising, just Thomas being unforgiving

Word count: 3.5k

This was requested by @historical-epic Thank you so much for this idea. I loved writing it!

(Also I am very sorry this took me so long but I had a lot going on with work and university, as well as finals and starting my Bachelor’s paper.)

~ May of 1925 ~

The men of the Shelby company were gathering in the garrison, ready to hear whatever Thomas had to say. He was sitting at a table in the middle of the room, a bottle of whiskey - Irish, on the table next to a glass, his pair of black leather gloves and his gun. Still wearing his long black overcoat he had only opened the front of it to expose his vest and the neat white dress shirt he was wearing underneath. Over the back of the chair hangs a machine pistol and his iconic hat.

Even though it was May, the Garrison pub was cold and dark. The silence in the room was excruciating. Thomas downed another shot and looked up only when Arthur, John and Esme sat down across the table. Behind him stood Michael, Jeremiah, his son and Johnny Dogs. Uncle Charles had taken a seat next to Polly who entered together with Michael. Curly stood close to Charles.

Taking another drag from the cigarette hanging from his mouth, Tommy inhaled: “Ay, thank you for meeting me. There’s a matter of business at hand, that ought to be discussed and executed.” Arthur took a breath, ready to intervene but Thomas only shot him a bad look and so Arthur just sat up straighter in his chair. “This matter is very important and very urgent as well. As all of you remember that we came to an agreement with the Russo family: We ship their goods out of the harbors and they let us know whenever the Mafia plans something. They broke the end of the agreement last night, not lettings us know that the Changrettas are up to something. Mr. Solomon’s informed me about the Changretta’s business interest in horse racing and soccer this morning.” John cleared his throat and Esme put a hand on his shoulder, Michael just looked unbothered and light another cigarette. Thomas looked into the faces of each of his family members and nodded. Polly now took the word from him: “Whatever they did doesn’t really matter. We can only be happy that Thomas was cautious enough to not trust the Russo’s blindly because otherwise we would have lost a lot of money today.” She brushed a hair out of her face, picking up her cigarette cases and lighting the cigarette. Polly took a deep breath, feeling all the pairs of eyes resting on her: “Concluding this meeting: The Russo’s are traitors and all of you know what that means. Thomas will fill you in on the details.” She blew out the smoke, giving the word back to Thomas who still sat in the center of the room. He licked his lips and then looked towards his family. “We will strike tonight. Quick, fast and dirty. In and out and gone in under 20 minutes. The coppers know to look away so everything will be done quickly.”, he nodded looking at the determined faces in the room. “Aye, Johnny Dogs, I need a truck and ten of your best men to go with Arthur and Michael. John, Jeremiah and I will go another way.” “Yes, Tommy.”, Johnny Dogs answered and they kept discussing the plan.

Afterwards the men cheer to their plan with a shot of Whiskey.

Thomas made his way to Arrow House afterwards, where he was greeted by his house keeper Francis. “Where’s my wife?”, he asked handing her his long coat.

“Upstairs, with the baby and the new maid.”, she said and curtsied. He took another cigarette out of his pocket, rubbing it between his lips and the settling for the left side. With the cigarette hanging out of his mouth, he made his way upstairs and light it whilst making his way towards newborns room. “Hello, Grace, my lovely wife.”, he said upon entering the room and blew out a puff of smoke. The blonde woman turned around, smiling at him: “Hello, Tommy.” She crossed the room with quick strides and hugged him, whilst he pressed a kiss on top of her head. The married couple then left the young maid, she look not older than sixteen, a pretty girl with brown curly hair, with their son and made their way to his study.

Grace sat down on the sofa, Tommy behind her, pulling her close to him. He took her hand in his own and caressed it with his thumb. She just smiled and listened to his heart beat. “Aye, Grace”, he said gently after a while. “Hm”, the blonde responded, her head leaning against his broad chest. “I will be gone tonight to punish the Russo’s for their betrayal, don’t wait for me and kiss Charles good night, will ya?”, Thomas’ voice rumbled. “What are you going to do, Tommy?”, she mumbled.

“Grace, honey, you know there is only one punishment for treason. It’s death.”, he said with a firm voice, knowing she won’t try to discuss it with him. “Is it really necessary to kill all of them?”, she asked, turning to look at him. Thomas looked at her, his features softened and he knew he did it for her too, and nodded. “I don’t want you to kill children Thomas! I did not marry a murderer, you know!”, she argued. “What children are you talking about?”, he responded. “The Russo’s just welcomed a little boy in their life. He was born about five months ago, seven at most. You cannot murder an innocent child, Thomas”, her voice was stern. “Aye, you know that treason is in the blood?”, he asked, pulling her closer to him.

Grace shifted in his lap and turned so she could look into his deep blue eyes. Her hands reached for his face, holding his cheeks in between her little hands, Thomas felt the cold of their wedding band on his left cheek bone: “I beg you. Show some mercy and give the little boy a chance. I won’t be able to stop you from punishing them but the little boy did nothing. He did not commit treason against you. Let us raise him as our own. Show the people of Birmingham that you’re strict but also have a heart and you will win theirs. I promise you. Please. If the boy ever does anything to put dirt on the name “Shelby” you can do as you wish, but please Tommy, please, do it for me.” Thomas breathed in through his nose, snorting. He then looked at her with an intense and simply nodded. Grace knew she had won, managing to spare the little boy’s life.

He then kissed his wife goodbye, stood up and got dressed to finally leave and meet up with the rest of Peaky Blinders at the Garrison.

“Everyone’s ready?”, he said upon entering. He was met with silent nods and stern faces. “There is a change of plans. The little boys life will be spared.”

“You know what a traitor is, right Tommy?”, Arthur said coming his way. “I do”, replied the man with the ice blue eyes, “but I also can’t say no to my wife. End of , aye.”

The men gathered their guns and made their way towards the Russo’s farm house.

Upon arrival the group split up according to plan. Michael led the men to round up the house, whilst Tommy, Jeremiah and John made their way towards the door. He opened without knocking, intruding the Russo’s living space, shortly followed by Arthur and Michael as well. “Though you needed backup”, Arthur said, putting his hand on his younger brothers shoulder.

No voice was heard in the silent room until Thomas took out his gun, shooting at the ceiling twice. He then was met with the screams of a women. The Peaky Blinders made their way upstairs, following the cries and sobs. Thomas opened the door towards what seemed to be the Russo’s bedroom, pointing his gun inside. After he made sure the entry was safe, he did enter swiftly, followed closely by his men. “Aye, hush, don’t cry.”, Arthur said jokingly, whilst Thomas took out his cigarette case, snatching one to rub it between his lips, finally settling for the left side. Whilst striking a match and enlightening the cigarette, he looked around the room taking in his surroundings: From the crib standing close to the window, the crying women that held her bleeding but already dead husband in her arms, blood all over her pretty face. “You are a pretty one.”, John said, making his way to the women: “What a shame that you’re a filthy traitor. You could have been a pretty wife or ever better a good whore.” He tried to push her hair out of her face but she hit his hand and insulted him in Italian.

“I’ve had enough of this, aye.”, Thomas finally said, making his way over to John. He took the women’s face in between his hands. In comparison to Grace lovely gesture who did the same thing not even more than two hours ago, this was a power move. He held her face thightly, his fingers digging into her face, forcing her to look at him with her green eyes: “You listen now, whore.” The women only swallowed, stopping the fight, knowing she’d lost. Jeremiah made his way over to the man lying in bed next to her, examining him, stating “He’s dead.”

Thomas just nodded: “I thought we taught you better than to betray the Peaky Blinders, didn’t we?” He slapped her face once, not hard to hurt her but in a way to make her feel who’s in power and that was Thomas Shelby himself. “Now, we need to decide what to do with you. My brother is right, you are very pretty and still young. Killing you would be a waste. But you still being able to talk will set you up to betrayal once again…” His thoughts trailed of until Arthur cut them short: “How about we keep her employed for the various business opportunities: She would be a fine maid, a very pretty whore or a nice servant. We only need to be sure that she can’t run her mouth again…” John only eyed Thomas who still looked at the woman sitting at his feet, completely at his mercy. He thought about what Arthur was approaching and then simply nodded, letting go of the pretty dark haired woman, making his way to the crib. “She is yours for the night, do whatever you please. She is at your mercy but remember to punish her for her sins and then give her a job in your house, John. She will be your maid for the start. This baby however will be mine, Grace wants it.” He turned, the boy in his arms, sleeping soundly. Miss Russo, who endured the whole situation silent after she stopped crying, now understood what was about to happen and started screaming and trying to stand up. “Shut up!”, Arthur bellowed at her, hitting her in the face, afterwards pushing her into the bed, next to her dead husband.

Thomas turned and made his way towards the door and down the stairs of the farm house. He knew exactly what was going to happen to the treacherous woman but he didn’t want to think about in any further, so he ignored her screams and sobs as he made his way towards his car.

After arriving at Arrow House again, the little boy still sleeping soundly in his arms, he made his way to the bedroom he shared with his wife, waking her. “Thomas?”, she asked sleepily. “Hm”, he answered, “I got the baby for you. I just want to let you know that I am still not happy with the thought, ay. But if that is what you want and what makes you happy, I can oblige.” Grace then set up, rubbing the sleep from her beautiful eyes and took the boy from Tommy’s s, pressing him to her chest. “Now I don’t want anything to do with the child. I will support him with everything he needs but you will care for him as I don’t want a traitors kin near me. It’s bad luck, Grace”, the man said, leaving the room to wash the blood from his hands, undressing to come back to an empty bed…

~ Eight years later, in the spring of 1933 ~

The Shelby Company Limited expanded over the last years, working with the Russians, giving them access to weapons, sneaking alcohol disguised as car parts into the United States and then Thomas made his way into politics taking a stand against National-socialism.

Grace and him still lived at Arrow House, much more comfortable and luxurious now, together with their children Charles and their daughter Marylin. Charles had grown up to be a young men, doing well in school and learning how to shoot. Marylin, the small girl with auburn locks and ice blue eyes, would turn six this summer, marking the year where she was going to enter primary school, which she was most excited about. Thomas entered through the front door, taking off his coat in the entry hall, looking at the family portrait on the wall opposite to him. Grace was sitting in an armchair, smiling and looking as beautiful as ever. Thomas stood next to hear, a cigarette dangling from his lips. To his right stood Charles, tall and proud with his dark hair and fine features. Little Marylin was sitting on her mothers lap, smiling a teeth-less grin. He smiled when he looked at Grace, his beautiful wife, then at Charles and Marylin. Seeing his children filled him with pride.

Then he looked at the other boy, standing to Grace’s other side and his smile faded. Alessio, now 8 years old was very tall and athletic. He had black hair and dark brown eyes, looking nothing like him or his wife, a constant reminder of the treason his parents committed and that nearly cost his brother John his life. Thomas still held a grudge against the young boy, even though Alessio was a very well behaved boy, always polite, smart and courteous. He tried to be nice to the boy due to Grace’s sake but Thomas simply couldn’t warm up to the boy.

Alessio on the other hand wanted nothing more than Thomas’ appreciation, who he though to be his farther. He did his best in school, learning French and Russian, playing in the school soccer and chess team, as well as taking piano lessons, nothing he did seemed to make his farther happy. The young boy was Charles best friend and got along very well with Marylin, playing patiently with her when she was younger. He also got along very well with Arthur’s, John’s, Michael’s and Ada’s children because Grace raised him to be a very fine young boy. Alessio was beloved by Polly and often helped her out in the Shelby’s establishment or running errands for her.

Thomas knew of all of this but still couldn’t spare a thing for the boy and he was very bad at hiding his emotions, which made Alessio very sad and nearly depressed.

After Thomas took his eyes of the portrait, he roamed around the house, to find Grace and Ada sitting on the patio behind the house. “Hello Ladies.”, he greeted them, taking a cigarette between his lips, smiling at Grace and kissing her hand, as soon as he lit it. He looked towards the pond, seeing his children, Alessio, Michale’s and Ada’s children running around. Michael and his wife were out riding in the countryside, happy to have left their children, a set of twin girls and two boys, at Thomas’ place. “That’s a whole lot of children, ay”, he stated laughing and looked to spot his little girl getting dangerously close towards the end of the landing stage. The second he turned to pour himself a glass of whiskey, he heard Grace scream and Ada got up, running towards the pond. “Tommy, Marylin just fell into the pond. She can’t swim.”, Grace said, beginning to cry. Thomas didn’t hear the whole sentence and turned in his tracks to start sprinting, the second he heard his little girls name. Whilst running he saw the little girl struggle to come up for air. Some of the children didn’t even notice what happened because they were all caught up in their games but someone jumped into the water, swimming towards the little girl. “It better not be Alessio. He will take any chance to murder my sweet sweet girl”, Tommy spat out through gritted teeth, not loud enough for anyone to hear. His lungs ached and the cigarette fell from his lips when he started running even faster, he also felt a tear fall from his eyes. Thomas reached the landing stage shortly after, falling to his knees at the end of it, nearly falling into the water. He couldn’t make out his sweet little girl or whomever jumped into the lake to save her. All he could see looking around were some air bubble and Charles nearly falling into the lake as well because he wanted to sit down, next to his farther, crying as well. Thomas caught his sons arm and Charles crashed into him, wheezing: “It is my fault, papa. Marylin wanted to show me something and I didn’t listen to her.” Pulling the boy closer, the man wrapped his arms around the little boy: “It’s not your fault, ay. I got boy.” Charles pressed his face against his farther clothed chest, crying, while Thomas’ still looked out onto the pond, seeing two heads come out of the water.

He got up abruptly, nearly knocking Charles into the pond as well, as he saw Marylin’s head emerge from the water, shortly after being followed by Alessio. His daughter gasped for air and he pulled her onto the wooden platform as soon as possible, laying her head into his lap, ignoring the boy who just saved the girl. Alessio climbed onto the wood as well, struggling to get onto it but Charles helped him immediately, wrapping his arms around the boy and muttering “Thanks you’s” over and over again. As soon as Grace made her way to her family, she took the wet boy into her arms as well, praising him. Thomas then looked up from the little girl towards his wife and the boys - his family and felt proud of Alessio, his son. Ada and the maid came towards the pond with towels for the children, bringing them inside. “Francis, please prepare a warm tub for my children, as well as hot tea and some sweet treats. They need to get warmed up so they don’t get sick.”, he addressed his wife and maid. Looking at Ada, he said: “Let’s get the other children rounded up and inside to the play room. I don’t want them outside with all of us inside and no one watching them. This was scary enough already.”

He then knelt down, looking at Alessio, pulling him into his arm. The boy stiffened up but then embraced Thomas’ hug. “Thank you boy”, he whispered into his ears, “I was completely wrong about you and am very sorry for my behavior. I am more than proud to call you my son, my kin.” Alessio smiled and then stood up together with his farther, making their way upstairs towards his bedroom.

Shortly after Grace then found her husband in the entry way, looking at the family portrait. She just stood next to him silently, watching. Thomas’ eyes went from the portrait towards the pictures of his children, his eyes resting on Alessio’s. “I was wrong about him all along, honey.”, he said quietly, pulling her to his side: “He was never a traitor only because of his parents decisions. I fell very bad for how I have treated him all the time.”

Grace turned, facing him: “Tommy.” He looked at her, absorbing her beautiful face. Her sweet voice said: “You have been a great farther to Alessio. He had the same things as his siblings, you attend all of his school play’s and chess games supporting him. You taught him how to ride, to shoot, to swim. The only thing you haven’t done before today, was to call him your son but deep in your heart, he was always your child.” Thomas then kissed her: “I am so thankful for you and the family we have. And I am beyond proud of all my children but today Alessio proved his braveness and will.”

Upstairs unbeknownst to his parents, Alessio reached the top of the stair case, hearing Thomas’, his farther’s, words, not knowing the back story but having always felt the distance between them, smiled and then went back to the play room to have his afternoon snack and play with his siblings and cousins’…

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A perfect match?

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Everything was different when you opened your eyes. Everything was different once again. Without knowing where you were, you sat up, rubbed your tired eyes and took a look around you. A pair of bright green eyes starred back at you through the dark. Hearing a deep rumbling voice saying that everything is fine now , you felt a shiver run down your spine and everything turned. The darkness welcomed you back once again…

Series warning: ABO Dynamics, Smut, Unprotected PIV , Scenting, Knotting, Language, age gap, Claiming, Breeding Kink, Age Gap

Chapter 5: Why don’t you care for me?

Summary: Y/N is very upset about Deans words and now tries to be better for him.

Chapter warning: ABO Dynamics, fluff

Word count: 1.5k

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After Y/N took a shower and cried some more, she finally felt more comfortable. She put on the flannel Dean had brought her and shut him out, his thoughts and feelings. The only thing that mattered to her right now was adjusting to the new setting, to this new life with an Alpha that didn’t care about her. The thought of it pinched her heart and made her sad once again but she bottled her feelings up and dried her hair.

Right now she was very happy that she had a normal childhood and her parents did not raise her like other Omega’s would have been brought up. This was very beneficial to her because it did not take her too long to adjust to life. Life in the Omega facility was like living in the 1950s, the mindset, the technology - everything basically. Y/N was determined to prove to Dean that she was worthy of being his Omega, that she could care for him, be there for him and provide for him.

After stepping out of the bathroom, the other tall man was in the room as well. His name seemed to be Sam, at least that’s what she thought. “Hi, I’m Sam.”, he said, smiling and bringing her in for a hug. Dean growled in the background. “I’m Y/N”, you answered. “I brought you some food from the Diner down the road, I didn’t know what you might like and how hungry you would be, so I just brought a little bit of everything”, Sam said once again and gave you a plate, sitting down at the small table at the other side of the room. You looked at Dean, then took a plate and loaded it up with food, sitting down next to Sam at the table, only to be followed shortly by Dean. “We need to talk”, he said into your ear. The three of you ate and talked. You really liked to see how relaxed Dean was with Sam around, how happy he looked but mostly you like to hear him laugh. It was really deep and his eyes lit up, sparkling. Y/N really wished he would look at her like this but anytime his glance crossed her his mood darkened.

After the three of them finished eating, Y/N immediately got up and started cleaning the table. Sammy excused himself to give the two of them some space. “Listen, Y/N”, Dean says as soon as Sam left. “I didn’t mean to hurt you earlier. I’m really sorry if I did. But you have to understand that my life is really dangerous. This is not a bad excuse, since I’m already feeling so much for you. I admire you, I adore you and I am just feared for your well-being because your so dear to my heart..” Y/N looks at him, feeling something inside her stomach, not quite certain how to feel. She just nods and then feels him coming up behind her. Dean wrapped his arms around her back, burying his head in her hair and started sniffing. Y/N just stopped moving all together: “Are you crying?” Dean tried to chuckle but she turned around and wiped the tears from his face, trying to calm him down. The emotions she felt just by seeing her Alpha cry nearly knocked her to the ground. On one hand she was still very upset with what he had told her earlier but on the other hand she felt something deeper, like a deep connection between the two of them. “We will figure this out together, okay Alpha?”, she looked up into his forest green eyes and put her hands on both sides of his face, forcing him to look into her Y/E/C eyes. Anytime they looked into each others eyes Y/N felt as if all the air was sucked from her lungs, she felt helpless and love struck. The two of them stood there, embracing each other for a while, taking in each others scent. Y/N could hear Deans rapid heart beat slowing, she intertwined her hands behind his neck and he kept brushing over her hair. “Please give me another chance, love”, he whispered, “I want to be good at this.”

Y/N took a step back, once again looking into his eyes: “We have to make this work.” Dean just nodded, grabbing the keys for his car “Baby”: “Let’s get you something to wear and a normal shampoo, so you don’t smell like me.”

He took her hand in his, raised it to his lips and kissed it softly, then leading her outside of the door and towards his car. On the way to the Meyers the new couple talked a lot, Dean even made Y/N laugh a couple of times. “Listen”, he says. Y/N looked up at him through her eye lashes. “You need to get a tattoo. It’s really important for your safety. And you need to apply for a new ID and pick out a ring, sweetheart…” All Dean said didn’t make a lot of sense in Y/N head and he must have figured from the way she looked at him. “Please just do as I say, get the tattoos and I will explain as soon as we’re back.”

Y/N just nodded and they made their way into the mall, holding hands, first going to a tattoo shop. “Hey buddy”, Dean said to the tattooed guy behind the counter. He nodded, symbolizing Dean to keep on talking. Dean swallowed and the said: “My wife wants to get a tattoo. The same one as me.” He pulled the collar of his shirt down and showed the guy the tattoo he had on his left chest, shortly underneath his collar bone. It was a circle with a five edged star inside. The outside looked like a sun. But what left Y/N even more confused was the term “wife”, looking up at him obviously confused. “Well, if she can tell me what she wants, she will be able to get the tattoo”, said the guy behind the counter. Y/N came closer to Dean and before being able to say a thing Dean growled: “Listen, Beta, you better do as I say. This is my Omega and I get to decide what happens with her body.” The guy behind the counter just swallowed and let you pass through to the back where you sat down on a tattoo chair. You opened Deans flannel and about two hours later you had the same tattoo as Dean underneath your left collar bone. After paying, Dean gave you no time to ask questions and dragged you into a jewelry store.

After looking at different necklaces and ring, you went back to Dean who waited on a sofa, reading a magazine. You sat down next to him: “What do you want me to do here?”

“I want you to pick out two rings, gold suits me best. And a necklace if you want to”, he answered without looking up. “Why?”, was the following answer. “Because we are legally married now. Claiming in the state of Texas is the same as getting married. If I hadn’t nearly died two days ago I would have picked a ring myself but maybe you would like to choose them.”, he said, offering a shy smile. Nodding, Y/N went back into the shop and looked around more carefully. Dean followed shortly, looking at the rings his Omega had picked. Two gold bands, very simple. His was thicker and hers had some small shining stones in it, looking very delicate. He also noticed her looking at a necklace more closely. It was very fine and small, a golden choker with a letter, a W - it would look fine around her neck. He came closer and whispered in her ear: “Why the W?” “For Winchester, I thought?”, she said with a low voice. Dean smiled and took all of the things up front to the register.

Dean then ordered her to push her Y/H/C hair to the side to put the necklace around her neck. The fine golden “W” laid right in between her collarbones at the crock of her neck. He then took her left hand in his, slowly pushing the ring onto her finger whilst looking deep into her eyes. “This is a promise, Y/N. I just need to learn how to be good at this.”, he whispered. Afterwards Y/N put her ring onto his left ring finger, just smiling up at him. Still not allowing Dean into her thoughts and feelings again but Y/N thought they got a little closer.

Afterwards Dean pulled her in for a quick kiss and she melted in his touch.

Then they resumed to some other stores, picking up essentials, like shampoo and clothing, as well as some boots for her.

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Pretty little thing

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Series summary: All Mr. Shelby wanted was to remarry. He had to find himself another wife after the death of Grace, not just to take care of his son Charlie but also to gr Pretty little thing

Series summary: All Mr. Shelby wanted was to remarry. He had to find himself another wife after the death of Grace, not just to take care of his son Charlie but also to grant him access to the finer society of Birmingham. All he wanted the girl to be was a pretty little thing on his arm who simply submitted, obeyed and followed his orders.

And he did find the perfect girl - young, very good looking, of a good upbringing, smart but little did he expect her to have such a strong mind of her own…

All he wanted to do was break her in, like a horse had to be, and his new wife put up a good fight but eventually he is sure, he will break her and make her his completely.

Series warning: Dark!Tommy, toxic relationship, abuse, rape, non consensual intercourse, rough sex, age gap, Sir kink, choking - all the things that come with rough smut

Chapter 3: The wedding

Summary: Y/N officially becomes Mrs. Shelby.

Chapter Warning: language, drug abuse, unprotected sex, p in v, non consensual, oral sex (f receiving), rough sex, choking, praising, body fluids, cockwarming

Word count: 3.2k

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End of August 1926

Thomas wanted the wedding to be perfect, the dress, the ceremony and the dinner afterwards. The latter was of course a business move and the invited people where carefully chosen.

After the engagement party the contact between Mr. Shelby and his fiancé was rare because he was occupied with business. But he did make it a pattern of visiting her every Sunday. They went riding, to a Derby, to London to visit his sister Ada and he usually took her to any public event he was attending. On the outside he wanted them to look like they’re very happy and in love with each other. Thomas made clear how he wanted his future wife to behave and any time a border was crossed, Y/N soon deeply regretted it because he had a dark side. And this side Y/N was really scared of. His eyes would turn black and he would usually push her into a wall, his hand around her delicate neck, threatening to do bad things to her or even worse her parents. Otherwise he never laid a hand on her and he deeply enjoyed seeing her scared. Thomas also really liked her apologies: On her knees with an open mouth, looking up at him through her lashes, his hands in her hair.

Y/N was a quick learner. She soon realized that Thomas’ temper was uncontrollable and unpredictable because it would change within seconds. Anyways she was on his arm, always smiled nicely and only spoke when being talked to. She also never had the guts to confront him about his behavior but really hoped it would change, as soon as they got married and he let some feelings in.

Leading up to the event which he sat the date for on the 25th of August, they spent less time together which Y/N wasn’t all to sad about. Thomas did come by to give her the engagement ring, a small golden band with pearl on top made to be followed up by a wedding ring. He also sent her flowers every week.

On the other hand she got to spend some time with his sister Ada and his aunt Polly. Y/N also came to the betting shop to meet the rest of his family for a so-called family meeting: Thomas’ brother Arthur was there with his wife Linda, Ada and Polly were there, as well as her son Michael Gray, Thomas’ younger brother Finn, his uncle Charlie and Curly, who Y/N really liked, as well as Jeremiah and his son Isaiah, Johnny Dogs and Thomas’ secretary Lizzie, who didn’t seem to like Y/N very much.

Thomas led her into his office afterwards, taking her hand ins his and pressing a kiss to her temple which confused Y/N. Confusion was the state of mind she was in the most: Thomas could be very sweet on one hand and extremely gruesome on the other. He offered her a seat and a whiskey, which she gladly accepted while he took out his cigarette case, taking one out and putting it between his lips in Thomas Shelby manner, pushing it around and then settling it on the left side of his face. The conversation was short but Thomas only explained some small details to her and then told her the date he set for the wedding. He afterwards followed her out of his office and to his car, his arm around her waist. The couple went out for afternoon tea and Thomas drove her home with his new Bentley afterwards.

Y/N and Ada went to the tailor together, to get the dress that Thomas had picked out for the wedding fitted. Ada gasped when she saw it because it was simply beautiful. A slim white dress with a longer train and lace detailing all around the neckline and the short sleeves. The depth of the neckline was a little deeper than Y/N would have picked for herself but it looked fantastic on her. Thomas also wanted her to wear white satin gloves and the veil would be satin as well, with some minimal lace details at the hem. “You look stunning!”, Ada said, “who would have thought that Thomas had so much style?” She chuckled while you stood in the middle of the room, the seamstress running around pinning the dress down to make it fit even more snug. Thomas’ and his brothers suits would be made by your parents and you were really grateful that he fulfilled his promise of only getting his suits there from now on.

All this went through Y/N’s head, when Ada and Polly came to pick her up for her weddings ceremony. Ada brought along a beautiful necklace which of course Thomas had picked out for her as well. Ironically the pendant was a “T”, meaning that Y/N would utterly and completely belong to Mr. Shelby before the day was over. Y/N got into the car and Polly drove them towards Watery Lane where Y/N got into her stockings and into the beautiful dress, Ada put the veil into her hair that was pinned back into a loose low bun with some pieces framing her face. Thomas’ sister also put the necklace around her neck and some make up on her face: mascara, some rouge and a red lipstick. “You look stunning”, she said. Polly came with three glasses off champagne and kissed Y/N forehead, feeling the uneasiness beaming off of her: “Would you like some snow to calm your nerves?” The bride to be simply nodded and snorted the line, as soon as it was done. She did not feel different at first but sometime later her thoughts were calm and she smiled drunkenly. “Much better”, she smiled at Polly, picking up her bouquet and getting into the car to be driven towards the church.

When the wedding march was played, the cocaine still calmed her nerves and made her smile. Her farther walked her down the aisle towards Mr. Thomas Shelby standing at the end of it. He wore a navy black suit with a white button up and a dark fly, Y/N had to admit that he looked incredibly handsome. The only thing bothering her was his evil smile. He took her hand from her farther’s who helped her up the pedestal. Now standing across from Tommy the music slowly ended, he lifted the veil and Jeremiah started the ceremony. Y/N was still high and she knew that Thomas knew who would be mad later. She didn’t listen to anything that was said and just looked into his icy blue eyes, they were like two frozen over lakes in the middle of winter, and wondered if he could ever love her, just a little bit. The loud “Yes” Thomas said snapped Y/N back into reality and at the appropriate moment she also said “Yes, I do.” Her now husband then swept her down and kissed her. Somehow his lips felt good on her. They were full and pink and full of neediness. His tongue brushed against her lip and she opened her mouth for him, his hands on her cheeks, pulling her closer. After he broke the kiss, he pulled her into a hug, kissing her forehead and the came with his mouth to her ear: “Behave, little one.” This might have seemed like a loving gesture for the people watching but Y/N knew it was a thread. He put another ring onto her left finger to officially claim you. It complimented the engagement ring very well. Thomas Shelby was a man of style.

The two newlyweds left the church hand in hand getting into his Bentley and driving off towards Arrow House, which was now Y/N home as well, the guests following after a some Canapés and champagne.

Arriving at the House Thomas wasted no time, pulling her inside and into a side room. He immediately pressed her against the wooden door, pushing himself on her. She couldn’t move because his body was pressed against hers, one hand on her left cheek, the other on her hip. His face came closer to hers: “Darling, you can’t imagine how I have dreamt of this moment ever since you so obediently sucked me off.” She swallowed and then his lips came crushing onto hers. She felt dizzy and safe, not sure whether it was the drugs or not but she willingly gave herself to him. Y/N was quite sure that she wouldn’t have done this sober because she was scared shitless of him. The hand from her waist came up to her breasts and Thomas moaned into the kiss: “We gotta be quick and shouldn’t ruin your hair or make up.” He then flipped her around and pushed her towards the desk, pressing her down on the hard wood. Y/N tried to maneuver around but he held her down, pressing his growing bulge into her backside. “You drive me crazy, eh love?”, he whispered into her ear as he leaned down to kiss her exposed neck. While he went rough on her neck, his hands trailed to her butt, squeezing it and then gathering her dress and pushing it upwards. “Don’t move”, he said whilst opening his own pants. She looked back at the man who was about to take her maiden hood, right as his erection sprung free, she noticed how big he is. He chuckled, seeing her face: “Are you worried, eh? I am sure you will manage just fine.” His hand then went around his length, pumping it a couple of times. The other hand found his way to her stockings and even further up her lacy underwear. He simply pushed it to the side and then toyed with something between her legs. She didn’t know what it was but it send shockwaves through her body, Thomas sure felt and saw her reaction, smirking: “I said you would like it, love.” He then spit into his hand and spread it over his erection, the tip leaking with pre cum. Positioning him between her legs, he put the tip between her folds, slowly moving up and down. Y/N felt as if she wasn’t present, as if she only lived through this moment out of her body. Thomas hips snapped forward and into her, making her scream in pain because he was everything but gentle. Giving her a second only to adjust, he pulled out all the way and then back into her, all the way this time. He had to push harder this time, to break her maiden head and he heard her scream. One of his hands came to her mouth, covering it. “Be quit!”, he demanded. It was hard for him to hold back his moans because the thought of breaking her, shaping her made him even harder if that was even possible. She was wet as well but he didn’t care if she enjoyed tonight. This night was all about him: Finding another wife, finding another mother figure for his son, finding the pretty little thing on his arm for business. His hips snapped up harder, he was now balls deep into her, finding a steady rhythm, fucking her without her explicit consent. Since they were now married it wasn’t illegal and he had to blow off the steam about her being high on their wedding day. All of this made him fuck her faster, both of his hands now on her hips rutting into her relentlessly whilst his wife cried silent tears and was helpless. He knew it was cruel but to get her they way he wanted Y/N, mindless and controllable and never speaking back, he had to teach her some lessons. Starting with him showing off who was the dominant one in their relationship.

He erupted with a loud moan and came undone in her. “Might fuck a baby into you tonight. Then you will be a loving and caring mother for my pup!”, he whispered in her ear.

As soon as he came down from his high, he pulled out of her and used his handkerchief to clean himself off before tucking himself back into his dress pants. He adjusted his suspenders and button up until he looked presentable. Thomas then helped Y/N who already got off the table clean herself. He kissed her whispering praises into her mouth but she only felt hazy and confused. A maid was called who helped her readjust his wife’s outfit and her clothing. “Since you seem to like snow, here is a line for you, darling.”, Thomas said looking at his pretty little wife after preparing a line for her. Without any reply, she got down in front of him taking a sniff and the line disappeared. Thomas smiled and caressed her cheek: “Good girl.” Y/N wasn’t scared of him anymore, not when he caressed and care for her, she was and would never be scarred of Thomas when she was high. Her husband knew that and used it to his advantage, drugging her whenever things got rough.

The rest of the night was a blur of happiness and heightened emotions. Y/N played in the snow two more times this evening and was dancing happily while being watched by Thomas. Their last dance was very romantic, a slow Waltz. They looked into each other eyes the whole time and Y/N could feel an attachment towards him forming. She really appreciated when he was soft and likable rather than him being harsh and mean when he did business.

Thomas then took her upstairs into their master bedroom. Y/N didn’t know it was the bedroom he had once shared with Grace, his only love and was too scared to ask him. He picked her up and carried her over the doorstep, her face close to his with her arms around his neck. When he let her down she looked up into his cold eyes and then pressed her lips on his. He grinned into the kiss, soon taking dominance and guiding her backwards until her calves hit the bed frame and she fell backwards. Thomas climbed on top off her, holding his weight off er delicate body. He couldn’t wait to rip the dress of her body and fuck her once again. Their kiss got more passionate and he did really enjoy it. She bit onto bis lip slightly and he took the invitation, sneaking his tongue into her mouth. Since she seemed to enjoy herself, his kisses wandered to her neck, leaving open mouthed kisses, licking down her throat until he reached the neckline of her dress. Her rapid breathing only ignited the fire in him even more. Y/N hands went to Thomas’ waistcoat, opening it and then brushing her hands against his torso. He gave her room to explore whilst kissing her neck back up to her ear. When her hands pushed his suspenders down and started to unbutton his white dress shirt, he whispered into it: “You’re mine now.” It sounded like a threat and a promise at the same time.

Y/N knew that no one would ever lay a hand on her or do her harm unless it was her own husband who lashed out. He found the spot, right underneath her ear, that made her tummy light on fire and kissed and sucked and blew air onto it which only made her moans and forget all the intrusive thoughts. She fidgeted with the buttons and he soon grew impatient so he quickly rid himself off the expensive dress-shirt. Her hands rummaged his lean but toned upper body and his found their way under her skirt once again. Soon her hands were in his hair and his were in her lace panties. This time he ripped them apart, pushing the skirt of the wedding dress up around her waist. His hands exploring her legs and finding their way up to the center. She tried to close them due to the exposure to the cold air but he stopped hair, kissing down to her cleavage and then further down until he reached her uncovered crotch. Kissing his way from her thighs up to her middle, Tommy knew he drove her crazy. He blew air on her clit and she hissed, sucking in the air when his tongue touched the sensitive bundle of nerves. Thomas started sucking and licking up between her folds, sticking his tongue into her entrance. His wife, that was never touched by another man before today, started to moan softly. He heard his name more than once and decided it was time to put a finger into her whilst eating her out. Her hands messing with his hair, moaning she felt a warmth build up in her stomach. Thomas felt her walls flutter around his finger, so he huskily said: “You like that sweetheart. I want an answer.” “I.. I do Thomas.”, she stuttered. Whilst continuing to eat her out he said: “I am the only man who can pleasure you like this. Keep it in mind sweetheart. I am the best to ever happened to you.” Simply moaning a “Yes, Tommy. Fuck”, she came around his finger and onto his tongue. He helped her ride out her high and then quickly undid his pants, positioning his already hard member right between her folds. He spit onto his dick and then entered her, leaving her no time to adjust to him this time because he started taking her in a brutal rhythm. His hand came to her neck, sneaking around the delicate pressure points, pushing down and controlling her breath. Y/N knew she was completely at his mercy and belonged to him in every way possible. “Please”, she hissed. “What?”, he inquired, “please what?” “M.. more”, she tried to say but was cut short by him lifting her legs and putting them around his waist, deepening the angle and pushing into her more deeply, groaning at the new sensation. His wife also moaned. “You’re taking me so well, sweetheart.”, he said, whilst pulling out and pushing into her repeatedly, “such a beautiful little slut”. Her moan to his comment nearly made him burst into her but he steadied his breath and the hand from her waist came to her clit once again, drawing circles. Still overstimulated from before he felt her walls clutter again and after continuing for a bit he felt her cum around his dick. “You’re so perfect, love”, he moaned and buried his cock deep inside off her spilling his seed. “Maybe, I fucked a baby into you tonight.”, he chuckled and stayed inside of her for a bit. He searched for his cigarette, moving the one he too out between his lips and then lit it. His little wife was still in another universe, so after finishing the smoke, he pulled out of her, stepping out of his pants and undoing his shoes. He then went to clean himself up, coming back to Y/N sleeping. He undressed her and slid into bed next to her. Thomas last thought before falling asleep was: “I hope she keeps using snow because this is perfect.

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A perfect match?

A perfect match? - Masterlist

Everything was different when you opened your eyes. Everything was different once again. Without knowing where you were, you sat up, rubbed your tired eyes and took a look around you. A pair of bright green eyes starred back at you through the dark. Hearing a deep rumbling voice saying that everything is fine now , you felt a shiver run down your spine and everything turned. The darkness welcomed you back once again…

Series warning: ABO Dynamics, Smut, Unprotected PIV , Scenting, Knotting, Language, age gap, Claiming, Breeding Kink, Age Gap

Chapter 4: Where are we going?

Summary: Dean takes his Omega to a motel where they get to know each other a little bit.

Chapter warning: ABO Dynamics, Angst

Word count: 1.2k

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Sorry, this is a little bit on the short side.

You were sleeping soundly, wrapped up in his big black leather jacket whilst breathing in your Alpha’s scent. He held you close to his chest. Your neck and head were pressed against his broad chest and he watched you breathe because it seemed to calm him down. Your scent was the most heavenly thing Dean had ever smelled but he couldn’t quite figure out what it was precisely. He thought of sunshine on a wam summer day and flowers, maybe peonies. But he could also smell his cologne and whiskey. The mixed scents nearly drove him crazy because it went straight to his pants. All he wanted to do was bite into your neck once again and fuck you ruthlessly until you were panting, screaming his name. But right now he had to concentrate because he was walking out of the door of the Omega facility, where he had just meet and claimed his mate and took on another responsibility, another life he had to watch out for. You.

Sam was walking right next to him, jiggling the keys to his car in his right hand. Leaving the facility behind and entering the parking lot, Dean didn’t even realize that he held his breath.

“Sammy!”, he snapped at him, nearly growling. Sam just looked at him puzzled but stopped playing with the car keys to calm the raging Alpha down.

Everything was new to Dean because he could not only feel what you did but he also shared some of your thoughts and feelings. That’s why he knew that you were more than happy to sleep cuddled into his chest. You felt safe and warm. Dean smiled down at you and made his way to his car: a 1967 Chevrolet Impala. He looked at Sam, allowing him to drive and then opened the back door. Dean sat down gently, keeping you close to his chest. After sitting down, he laid you on the backseat, your head in his lap. Sam sat down in the drivers seat and turned the key, pulling out of the parking space and then the parking lot driving towards the Motel they were staying in for the last couple of days.

Dean looked down at your, brushing a loose hair behind your ear, smiled and then he fell asleep, holding your hand. Sam drove the couple of hours and parked the car. He knew his brother would be mad but still decided to snap a picture of Dean sleeping so soundly, afterwards he woke him gently with a grin. You felt your Alpha get uneasy and restless, so you were too. You brought your hands to your eyes and rubbed them. Afterwards opening your eyes, you were confused because you had no idea where you were. Looking around and gathering all your strength you sat up and then felt your tummy growl. Dean chuckled and the other man laughed: “Get out of the car and I will get some food. We need to go to a store tomorrow anyways because she needs something to wear, doesn’t she?” You looked around, scarred and searching for your Alpha and immediately calmed down when you felt his presence next to you. “You’re right”, his deep voice said, “should I carry you little one?” “Uhm”, you tested your voice, confused about the choice he gave you. Dean then gets out of the car and leaves the door open for you. Feeling confident by the trust Dean is putting in you, you crawl to the door of the car and plant one of your feet down, then the other and get out of the car. While holding his jacket snugly around you, you look around trying to take everything in. For the first time in years you feel like you’re finally able to breath again, feeling the fresh air streaming into your lungs, you looked at Dean feeling an indescribable gratefulness. “Thank you”, you whisper under your breath, knowing that he would have understood you. Dean just smiled, trying to encourage you to take another step towards him so that’s what you did. He closed the small distance between the two of you by taking an step towards her. Dean opened his arms wide and embraced you in a hug.

The three of them must have looked weird to anyone. The very tall Sam just standing next to the drivers seat, leaning over the car watching as the scene unfolded: Dean with his broad shoulders and wide open arms and Y/N with naked legs, just wrapped in a big leather jacket closing the distance and wrapping her arms around her Alpha. He embraced the hug, picked her up and carried her towards his Motel room.

“We will do this bridal style now”, he whispered in her ear, making her blush and smile. Dean carried his Omega through the door and into the room. Y/N knew that he was still reserved and didn’t know how to behave around her and all she wanted to do was please him. “You should go and take a shower. I will give you one of my shirts to wear. Sammy will be here with some food shortly and we will go to the store to get you some of your own stuff tomorrow.”, he said, rummaging through his pack back and giving her a flannel. Y/N eyes filled with tears and she started sobbing immediately. “Hey, what’s wrong?”, Dean whispered, getting down on his knees next to where she sat on the floor. “I… I just, ehrm”, she sniffled, “my job is to take care of you. And I have been a big disappointment so far!” “Hush”, he said, pulling her into his lap after he changed positions, “I don’t know what they told you in there but it’s a two way road. We take care of each other. That’s how an Alpha-Omega bound works.” He patted her hair, not really knowing what to do. Dean felt helpless and he could also feel her aching and his heart breaking for the pain his Omega felt. “But… but”, she said, still crying, “I thought I am to serve you.” “Y/N. Look at me”, he pulled her chin up so they looked into each others eyes. The Omega in Y/N instantly submitted and his forest green eyes took her in. She immediately felt a wave of calm come over her. “Some people might live like this. But Sammy and I don’t.” He swallowed: “Listen, I was really opposed to the idea of an Omega because we live a very dangerous life and I didn’t want to pull another person into this ….” Y/N heard Dean talking but she didn’t listen anymore. All she could think about is that he didn’t want her in his life and that made her really sad.

She got out of Deans embrace and then walked towards what seemed to be the bathroom, determined to show him that she is worth his time.

All Y/N wanted was her Alpha to want her and not be a project he took on out of pity. Dean was still sitting on the floor, confused because he couldn’t decipher his Omega’s emotions.

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Pretty little thing

Pretty little thing - Masterlist

Series summary: All Mr. Shelby wanted was to remarry. He had to find himself another wife after the death of Grace, not just to take care of his son Charlie but also to grant him access to the finer society of Birmingham. All he wanted the girl to be was a pretty little thing on his arm who simply submitted, obeyed and followed his orders.

And he did find the perfect girl - young, very good looking, of a good upbringing, smart but little did he expect her to have such a strong mind of her own…

All he wanted to do was break her in, like a horse had to be, and his new wife put up a good fight but eventually he is sure, he will break her and make her his completely.

Series warning: Dark!Tommy, toxic relationship, abuse, rape, non consensual intercourse, rough sex, age gap, Sir kink, choking - all the things that come with rough smut

Chapter 2: The betrothed

Summary: Y/N and Thomas Shelby attend a lot of social gatherings to make their elopement public. They get to know each other and Y/N warms up and starts liking to her soon-to-be husband.

Chapter Warning: age gap, swearing, manipulation, toxic relationship, oral (m receiving), questionable consent

Word count: 2.5k

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End of May 1926:

The thought of an arranged marriage still didn’t sound quite right to Y/N but over the past month, she began to understand why her farther settled the deal so quickly. It was quickly learned that you never ever say “No” to Mr. Thomas Shelby, the leader of the Peaky Blinders. The Peaky Blinders is the organization that is running Birmingham, everything and anything is controlled by them: The coppers, the bars, the betting shops, even the factories… Thomas Shelby, the leader of the Peaky Blinders and Y/N fiancé was a kind and polite man towards her, trying to make her like him. An arranged betrothal was not uncommon but he really wanted to pursue people to think that they liked each other. Overall it was a business decision for Mr. Shelby and so everything was well thought through - nothing left to purely luck.

But Thomas Shelby, the tall, handsome man with the piercing blue eyes who was nearly forty had different reasons to make Y/N, the young woman he was going to marry in just a couple of weeks, like him. Firstly: it would be good for business if she actually had any affection for him rather than being just the pretty little thing on his arm that he so desperately wants her to be. Secondly, it would make everything, mostly being with him, easier for her because deep down Thomas knew he could never love another woman after Grace was taken from him.

He never desired women in the same way again, he just wanted their touch and their attention but not their hearts or minds. He turned dark after Graces death, even darker then after his return from the Great War Where where served as a tunneler at the Battle of the Somme. He did blame himself for her death because Thomas pride was the reason she wore the bewitched jewel at the event. Thus begin the explanation why she took the bullet that was meant for him, in his mind at least. Thomas then got really anxious with his son’s safety and his education, trying to be a good farther whilst grieving and trying to make it as easy for Charles as possible. And Thomas did grieve hard. Most of his time was spent outside, close to her grave: He barely slept and if he did then next to it, he did not eat nor shower. All Thomas was barely able to do was keep business going because he had a plan for the Peaky Blinders, as always. He rode his horse towards Arrow House where he usually meets with his aunt Polly and her son Michael to discuss the businesses finances. Afterwards he meet with his brothers Arthur and John to talk about the dirty work of the company’s side. But now Polly and his brothers had a different plan, a plan to get Thomas back to them and help him through his grieving period.

Everyone was gathered in the dining room where the cook had prepared a light breakfast. Polly sat across from Ada, the Shelby brothers sister, drinking a tea whilst the gentlemen preferred whiskey. Thomas opened the door and looked puzzled and enraged at the people in the room: “What are you all doing here? I gave everyone a certain job to get done and I rather not be bothered with any of you.” Polly gestured for him to sit down which Thomas did sighing.

“Well, we need you back with us. Charles needs you Tommy!”, Ada said getting up making her way to him: “He has been asking for you and…” She couldn’t finish the sentence as it seemed to get stuck in her throat. Thomas looked at her, tears swelling in his eyes. But he did not cry and got up, clearing his throat: “Ehr, yes. Indeed, all of you are right. Thank you for being here. I am getting back to business. Michael, see me in my office in about half an hour. I have to get ready.”

Thomas left the room and all the people present looked at each other, relieved.

Thomas Shelby knew he would never love another woman as much as he loved Grace. He also learned that love and affection made him vulnerable, so he promised himself that he would marry strictly for business and business alone. The time after Grace’s death was the hardest time in his life and he nearly lost himself during it.

He also knew that he came back even stronger than before and that her death was his biggest chance, now that he had his priorities straight.

All these thoughts went through his head, when he stood in front of his soon bride-to-be’s house. He knocked and entered, putting a cigarette between his lips and lightning it, “‘Ello. I am here to pick up Y/N, we have important business to attend to this evening.” Your mother nodded, telling him that you should be ready any second so Thomas waited at foot of the stairs. His eyes light up when he caught he glimpse of you and he licked his lips smirking at the view. Y/N wore a tight black dress with a white jacket on top, her hair done in the most fashionable manner, only wearing light make up. Her glance caught his, the prominent cap was pinned under his armpit and exposed his finely done hair cut - really short shaven sides and longer parts of dark hair on top. He wore a finely tailored dark suit and a white button up that hugged him perfectly. The still lit cigarette was hanging from one side of his mouth: “You look even more gorgeous than I remembered, love.” His hand wandered into his pocket and he took a black case out of it, giving it to Y/N after she made her way down the stair. “Open it. It’s for you to make the engagement official.” Y/N took the box into her gloved hands and opened it: Inside was a small golden right with a simple cut diamond in the middle of it, as well as a golden delicate wristband with some pearls. “It is really beautiful. Thank you Mr. Shelby”, she looked up at him through her eyelashes. The pure sight of her compared with the looks made Thomas hard instantly. He pictured her on her knees with her mouth open and her tongue sticking out - just for a second but he got hot immediately. Pushing the picture out of his mind, he took her elegant left hand in his, taking her glove off and brushing his thumb over the back of her hand. The heat shot into Y/N’s face and she giggled, she couldn’t deny that he was a very attractive man even though she didn’t like the thought of being his trophy. He slid the ring on her ring finger and clasped the wrist band around her left hand. “It does look really beautiful, eh?”, he asked. “Yes, very much. Thank you”, Y/N answered, looking at her hand. Thomas put the glove back on and then offered her his arm which his fiancé accepted and they made their way out of the door and into his Bentley waiting outside. He held the door open for her and then made his way around the car to get into the drivers seat.

“I need you to be on your best behavior today! I know you’re not familiar with the kind of business that my family does but today is a very important evening, so I beg you to simply smile and converse when you’re addressed. Can you do that for me?”, his sight never left the streets they were driving on. She cleared her throat: “So all I am is another toy to you? The eye candy on your arm?” “Listen, love.”, he said enraged already, “you can be anything you want at any day but please do behave today. You wouldn’t want to make me angry and get off to a bad start, would you?” She looked down at her hands, feeling the cold metal of the ring burn her warm skin, “no sir.” “What was that?” “I said, no Sir”, Y/N replied louder now. Thomas smiled, knowing that she would be easy to break and bend into the way he wanted and needed her to be.

Shortly after they arrived at a church, he parked the car, got out of his side, walked around it to open the door for her and help her out of the car. He then took her face in his hands: “We don’t know each other very well but I am really trying to make this work. I promise you that I will protect you and be a good husband.” Thomas looks from her red painted lips to her eyes and back. He slowly reduces the distance between them and she can feel his breath hot on her lips, their eyes still locked. Y/N closes the distance between them and slightly presses her lips onto his. Thomas deepens the kiss immediately licking her lips which she immediately opens for him. “Good girl”, his deep voice rumbles and he pulls her even closer to him. The kiss was passionate but short lived, leaving her breathing heavily after he pulled away. He then takes her hand and puts it onto his, leading the way into the side building where a big ball room is situated. Thomas helps Y/N out of her coat and gets the both of them a glass of champagne, “To you - to us. Our marriage”, he says before clinking his glass to hers. Both take a sip and they begin to make their way through the room. Y/N put on her best smile and most clueless and unbothered expression, trying to please Thomas, even though she was really curious to what his plan for the night was. After a couple introductions and some business related talk, Thomas asked her for a dance. “Everyone is looking at us now. Act like you’re all crazy about me, Mrs. Shelby, like this is a match made from love.”, he whispers in her ear whilst holding her close and putting his hand on the small of her back. Thomas was a rather good dancer, guiding her through the ballroom, making her head spin with the sudden closeness. She could take the whiskey and the cigarettes in his breath. It was an intoxication smell in combination with his cologne, it smelled heavenly, homely somehow. She felt safe in his embrace and then put her hands around his neck, looking deep into his crystal blue eyes, he looked back at her: his gaze was stern and cold but he did smile a little bit. Both of them just kept looking, staring into each others eyes till the dance was finished. Thomas then twirled her into his chest, hugging her and then pressed a small kiss to her plump lips. Everyone around them started to clap their hands and cheer. Y/N felt herself blush, Thomas looked arrogantly into the crowd, a small smile forming on his pretty lips. He then pulled her into his left side and put his arm around her waist while a lot of people came to celebrate and congratulate them on their beautiful engagement. Y/N did, as she was told before, smiling, shaking hands and only speaking when she was addressed directly. None of the men seemed to know that she was told to do so and all the lady’s on their arms did the same thing - smiling and being polite. Some of the women looked like their high, not certain of their surroundings. “Love”, Thomas addressed her, “you see the other women, smiling so heavenly with not a care in the world?” She nodded. “If you don’t do as your told, if you don’t obey or listen to me, the same thing will happen to you, so I advise you to be a good girl.”, he whispered. Thomas looked down at her, seeing her swallow and then nod. “And you don’t want to know what else is happening to the women that don’t listen behind closed doors. Their husbands beat them, they rape them, they even share them amongst other man of rank because after marriage the wife’s are only seen as property. After marriage they belong to their husbands and they can do whatever they please.” She cleared her throat: “I will do as you tell me, Sir.”

Her innocent look up at him and the obedience in her voice went straight to his dick. He could feel himself swell. “Come with me, sweetheart.”, he said and pulled her out of the crowd and into a back room, “I need you to do something for me.” Y/N looked at him eagerly, ready to please. “Get on your knees”, he said, his voice even deeper. She did as she was told and he let out a small moan: “You’re such a good girl. Eager to please your future husband. That’s about right, ‘eh.” He then unbuckled his belt and quickly pulled his pants down. She just looked at him puzzled. “Don’t worry, I will guide you love”, he said through gritted teeth whilst pumping his own length. He then let go and gestured for her to take the place of his hand. She did, as she was told, taking his big dick into her small hands and moving them up and down, intimidated by his earlier words. Thomas let out a small hiss, nodding and praising her. Y/N then got ambitious and stocked out her tongue to touch his tip, whereas he moaned full on and put his hands on her head, “Open your mouth.” She opened her mouth widely and he slowly entered into the wetness, giving her time to adjust and breath before pulling out to simply slam into her mouth again. He could see tears starting to stream down her face but he did hold her head in place and she, being the best fiancé, just let him fuck her mouth. She lifted her tongue, touching the underside of his shaft which made him moan through gritted teeth. He stopped and let her work, circling his massive length with her tongue, slightly bobbing her head up and down and using her teeth in the most delicious way possible. All of this made Thomas weak to his knees. Looking down at her, seeing her intimidated, following his orders so accurately and knowing that she would be easy to nurture and train, he came. Y/N let him cum into her mouth, swallowing every drop of it which made Thomas moan. “Get up”, he said, “you are even more perfect than I imagined.” He then kissed her forehead and fixed his clothing, while she fixed her make up and hair. After he checked that both of them looked presentable, they went back to the party. She did play her role very well, smiling stupidly whilst he conducted business.

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Pretty little thing

Pretty little thing Masterlist

Series summary: All Mr. Shelby wanted was to remarry. He had to find himself another wife after the death of Grace, not just to take care of his son Charlie but also to grant him access to the finer society of Birmingham. All he wanted the girl to be was a pretty little thing on his arm who simply submitted, obeyed and followed his orders.

And he did find the perfect girl - young, very good looking, of a good upbringing, smart but little did he expect her to have such a strong mind of her own…

All he wanted to do was break her in, like a horse had to be, and his new wife put up a good fight but eventually he is sure, he will break her and make her his completely.

Series warning: Dark!Tommy, toxic relationship, abuse, rape, non consensual intercourse, rough sex, age gap, Sir kink, choking - all the things that come with rough smut

Chapter 1: The perfect girl

Summary: Thomas Shelby is out searching for a wife. Most young women in Birmingham throw themselves at him but he doesn’t like that and goes out further to search for the perfect girl to be on his arm whilst hanging on his lips.

Chapter Warning: age gap, swearing, mentions of sex

Word count: 1.5k

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End of 1925:

Thomas Shelby was still grieving the death of his beloved wife Grace, even after an entire year, and everyone around him knew. He did blame himself for her death because he gave her the bewitched jewel to wear and even put it onto her himself. And she wore it that night, like a target painted on her forehead. But business had to keep going and Charlie desperately needed a mother figure in his life. Frances, the maid, was doing her best and Ada and Polly came to help out from time the time but it just wasn’t the same. He had even hired a governess, a very pretty thing, blonde and petite and at least fifteen years younger then him, to attend to his son’s needs because he couldn’t always be there for him. Thomas who was now nearing forty, also really enjoyed the governess presence, at least when he bend her over a table, fucked her from behind and she didn’t talk. Other than that he avoided her most of the time and let her do her work.

She fulfilled his needs but it didn’t help him with business.

So, Thomas Shelby called a family meeting at Arrow House and now everyone was sitting in front of him in the drawing room: Arthur and Linda, John and Esme, Polly and Michael, Ada, Finn, Charlie, Curly, Jeremia and his son, and Lizzie, of course. Sometimes he still slept with her but she would never be good enough to be his wife. He did like her but Lizzie’s social standing was beneath his new position as a business man.

“Thank you everyone for coming, eh!”, Tommy’s voice boomed: “I have an important announcement to make and I think I need everyone’s help.” All the people in the small room looked at him. He cleared his throat, took a deep breath and then said: “I decided that it’s time for me to remarry. It will be good for business.” Lizzie looked at him with wide sad eyes, knowing he would never share the feelings she had for him. Arthur stood up, smiling and went up to give Thomas a small hug, “Proud of you, Tom. Linda will help for sure.” Everyone else looked reassuring and Curly started babbling something no one was able to make out. “May I ask what kind of business you think of concluding?”, Polly said. “Yes but I will not tell just yet ‘eh.”, Tommy says, wetting his lip, “I just think a wife will open up new branches for us and make the company more respectable.” He then puts a cigarette between his lips, after fishing it out of the gold case from the pocket of his coat: “Anyways today is a day to celebrate and I invite you all to dinner. Now, Michael, John and Arthur stay, everyone else I see at dinner.” Thomas lights his cigarette whilst everyone leaves the room except for his brothers and Michael. He sits back down and explains the guys what he’s looking for in his future wife, mostly talking to Michael because the girl should be around his age, a very desirable age in his opinion. The four men make a plan to start the search for his wife tomorrow, starting with all the respectable families in Birmingham and then toast to their success with Irish whiskey, of course.

Early spring of 1926:

Thomas and Michael looked at all the young women in Birmingham, from a respectable upbringing at least. John joked that the two of them fucked their way through Birmingham and that was true to some extent. None of the girls satisfied Thomas’ needs however and Michael was growing tired. “If you keep going like that Tom, we will never find a girl for you. One is not tall enough, the next one doesn’t have enough tits, another one is too stupid, then she is pretty but not gorgeous. This is exhausting.”, Michael says looking at him from the drivers seat of the new Bentley Thomas got. The car was extremely luxurious and expensive.

“Well Michael, we gotta find the perfect girl for me, eh.”, he answered, taking a puff of his cigarette, “She needs to be smart and eloquent for me to be able to bring her around business partners. But she ought to be gorgeous as well because then negotiations will be even easier because men are dumbstruck if they’re accompanied by beautiful women.” Michael also lights a cigarette: “I get that Tom but if we keep going at that speed my dick won’t work anymore with the girl I may marry in the future because I emptied everything I have into some girls” They both laughed and kept driving to meet Alfie Solomons in Camden Town for business.

After driving past the first couple of buildings, he barks at Michael to stop the car and Thomas basically jumps out. He brushes his coat down, fishes a cigarette out of its case and puts it into it mouth leaving Michael more than puzzled. Thomas started walking towards a building, lighting the cigarette with a match and then enters a shop, a tailoring shop it appears. Michael still sits in the car, smoking a cigarette as well and waiting for him to come back.

Thomas looks around the shop, searching for the woman he just saw. He only saw her side profile but Tommy knew she was the one, now on his way to make her his, willing to do whatever it might take and hoping she wasn’t already married. Fuck, even if she was, he were to make her his for sure.

He was so occupied with his thoughts that he didn’t even hear the little bell ring as he entered through the door and then the people inside the shop turning to him. The pretty woman he searched for was sitting behind a desk to his right and he made his way towards her but was stopped abruptly in his step by the owner of the shop. “Sir”, the small man called out, “how may I help you?” “Aye, I need a new suit please and may I have a word with the young lady at the desk?”, Thomas answers. “For sure”, the man says in a low purr, scarred of the dominance in his voice, “we will leave you to it, Sir.” Tommy nods and the man leaves the shop through the back door, pulling a women behind him.

Thomas approaches the woman. She was already looking at him through her Y/E/C eyes, smiling lightly. “Hello miss, my name is Thomas Shelby, owner of the Shelby Company Limited. I saw you out in the street and you caught my eye”, he said and smiled an earnest smile. “My name is Y/N, my farther is the owner of the shop.”, the girl answered. He looked at her thoroughly and she got even more prettier the longer he looked at her. Although Thomas didn’t feel any affection towards her but she was very pretty for sure and he knew that she would be the perfect wife: young, a pretty face and fine features, nice hair, a slim figure. Her voice was very calm and had a pretty sound to it. He knew she would be the perfect little thing on his arm. He looks at her with his icy blue eyes, “Tell me sweetheart, how old are you?” “I just turned 18, Sir”, she said. The obedience and innocence in her voice made him hard, without help anyways, for the first time since Grace died. His heart ached for his lost love but he needed this to work and pushed the face of his dead wife out of his thoughts. “You’re not married, eh?”, he asked the girl more nearly twenty years younger then him. She shook his head, seemingly submitting him to, scarred of his booming figure. He really liked that and smiled: “Please get your farther to me, I need to speak with him. In private. And take the measurements for the suit I ordered, will you sweetheart?” She got up, nodding and getting her farther at first, afterwards measuring him and writing all the details down for his order. She was sent out shortly after, leaving her farther with the unknown man with the pretty blue eyes.

“Tell me Sir, is everything to your liking so far”, the old man asked Thomas. “Yes, indeed”, he answered with his thick Birmingham accent, “I would like to marry your daughter. I know this sounds rushed but she immediately caught my eye and I can provide for her very well.” The older man, the girls farther, looked at him reserved and averse. Thomas looked at him with his blue piercing eyes, radiating pride and dominance and the older man submitted. “Listen, eh, I give you a great deal for her and promise to provide and care for the girl.”, Thomas says, putting another cigarette between his lips, letting it dangle for a little while before lightning it with a match.

He pursued the conversation for a little while longer, settling everything important, like the wedding date and the money the family will receive. After it was all settled Thomas went outside of the shop, calling Michael to set up and then seal the document.

The girl came back into the shop, Thomas walked over to her and put his hand on her waist. She looked up at him confused but he just smiled at Michael: “Meet my darling fiancé, Y/N. We will be married in two weeks time and she will be Mrs. Shelby.”

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Pretty little thing

All Mr. Shelby wanted was to remarry. He had to find himself another wife after the death of Grace, not just to take care of his son Charly but also to grant him access to the finer society of Birmingham. All he wanted the girl to be was a pretty little thing on his arm who simply submitted, obeyed and followed his orders.

And he did find the perfect girl - young, very good looking, of a good upbringing, smart but little did he expect her to have such a strong mind of her own…

All he wanted to do was break her in, like a horse had to be, and his new wife put up a good fight but eventually he is sure, he will break her and make her his completely.

Series warning:

Dark!Tommy, toxic relationship, abuse, rape, non consensual intercourse, rough sex, age gap, Sir kink, choking - all the things that come with rough smut

Series Masterlist:

Chapter 1: The perfect girl

Chapter 2: The Betrothed

Chapter 3: The wedding

Chapter 4: coming soon…

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A perfect match?

“A perfect match?” Masterlist

Everything was different when you opened your eyes. Everything was different once again. Without knowing where you were, you sat up, rubbed your tired eyes and took a look around you. A pair of bright green eyes starred back at you through the dark. Hearing a deep rumbling voice saying that everything is fine now , you felt a shiver run down your spine and everything turned. The darkness welcomed you back once again…

Series warning: ABO Dynamics, Smut, Unprotected PIV , Scenting, Knotting, Language, age gap, Claiming, Breeding Kink, Age Gap

Chapter 3: What Now?

Summary: Y/N and Dean each talk about their impressions on the choosing ceremony.

Chapter warning: Smut, Unprotected Sex, piv, no expression of consent, rape I guess, choking, knotting, claim g, ABO Dynamics, Angst

Word count: 2.7k

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Y/N p.o.v.

Upon waking up you felt that today was different, you felt like today would be the day you have been waiting and prepared for ever since you were admitted to the care facility in Texas.

After rising and getting ready a Beta nurse came into your room, followed by an Alpha doctor who smiled down at you: “You were chosen for the ceremony today. I will only be doing one last check up to ensure you’re in perfect health and afterwards you are supposed to follow the nurses orders.” After asking a couple questions and the check up, consisting of measuring your weight and taking a look in your throat, as well as other things, the doctor declared you healthy and gave you a paper cup filled with liquid.

You looked at him with questions in your eyes but dared no to say anything and gulped it down: It tasted like peppermint. Then following the nurse to the showers she told you to wash and style your hair, as well as shave your body, she left you to do so. After following her orders, you blow dried your hair and took the silk robe that was laid out for you and then left the room. Outside were two other girls, one a little taller than you with brunette hair and long legs, the other a little plump with short hair. All of you were dressed in the same silk robe. You then followed the nurse towards the ceremony room, where each of you got their own seat. The nurse left you and your body felt very sleepy afterwards but your mind was wide awake. They probably gave you a sedative to make the whole process easier and more bearable for you.

Meanwhile Dean is driving towards the facility:

He absolutely hating what he was doing today, Sammy only encouraged him during the drive to the facility. He was an Alpha as well but since he was younger than Dean himself he didn’t have any trouble with his ruts yet. Never ever would Dean have gone to decide over a poor girls fate if he hadn’t nearly died during his last rut. The older he got the more they troubled him, as in physical pain and really high fevers. Sammy even brought him to the hospital because he didn’t know what to do. The doctor there asked if Dean had mated yet. After answering he was strongly advised to get an Omega to help him through his ruts because at 33 his body needed, it ached, after having a mate, after bonding.

“Sammy, I really don’t know about this. We can’t possibly have another person to look after. It is difficult enough already to keep us safe”, Dean said in his low rumbling voice, looking straight ahead over the road the two were driving on in his Chevy Impala. “Dean, I am quite certain you will do the girl a great favor claiming her”, his brother answered. “But why do you think so?” “Well, there are a lot of bad people out there. I think you will give your mate a good life and care for her well. Stop worrying so much and do what’s best for your health. If you guys don’t get along she can spend her time however she pleases and you two just help each other through heats and ruts. No one is talking about having pups!”, Sam tried to encouraged him. “So, you’re telling me to be happy to make a girl my rut bunny?”, Dean only growled at him even though knowing that he was right. Living with the two of you the girl would be safe and have the freedom to choose her own free time activities, as well as living the way she wants to. “Look, Dean, that’s not what I said.”, Sam answered, liking his lips and choosing the next words very carefully, “I am sure you will find a good girl and make the right choice today. You shouldn’t worry too much and let it all get to your head.”

Dean slowly nodded, knowing he was right and then pulled into the parking lot of the facility. Said facility looks like a prison from the outside, barbed wire, high fences.

The two of them got out of the car, identified the entrance and walked towards it. After checking their ID’s and the clear marked red “A” on the right the brothers were granted entrance, walking towards the reception desk. Sam cleared his throat and Dean began to state the reason for his visit. Afterwards Sam sat down in the waiting area and Dean followed the pretty blonde Beta assistant into the interview room, checking out her butt. Sitting down, he looked at the paper in front of him and raised an eyebrow. “This always happens, to make sure you’re in the right state of mind to care for your Omega and have a stable income and background to support both of you. Please fill it out Sir. Afterwards you will be seen by a doctor and then you can tell the ceremony assistant what you’re looking for in an Omega so that we can bring out the best fits for you”, the blonde said smiling brightly at him. Dean smiled back, he couldn’t resist and would habe like to take the girl to a motel room. Sorting through the papers he wrote everything down, not quite the truth though but as best as he could. The doctors interview soon followed, he was declared healthy and was then presented with the ceremony assistant. Said assistant was a Beta as well, he could smell it. Nether the less she was really good looking as well, a tall brunette. Now wondering if being good looking was a requirement to work her, she bombarded him with questions. She wanted to know if his Omega should be tall, skinny, athletic, how old she should be and if she was supposed to have any special skills…. Dean answered all her questions and was then told to get back to the waiting room, whilst choosing the girls he decided on. “I really hope you do like the selection, Sir, if you don’t we can then see what went wrong and select once again until you’re please with our offer.”, she said smiling and went towards the waiting room with you where you sat back down next to Sam. “That were a lot of questions and big decisions for the short time”, Dean mumbled to himself and then looked at Sam who was reading a newspaper.

Y/N p.o.v

You drifted off to sleep, waking up when the door opened. Your body was still so tired but you were extremely excited and mortified of what was to come. Trying to move you felt that but your hands were bound to the seat you were sitting in and now your eyes were covered a mask as well.

From what it sounded like at least two people entered the room. The first scent was familiar but the second was incredible, it made you feel hot and your skin tingle. You took another breath, taking it all in not quite able to say what it smelled like other than comfort. The people moved and the scent came ever closer to you, it seemed like you weren’t the first in line. Now the scent was directly in front of you. It hit you like a truck! The man smelled of expensive cologne, musky, but also like a fresh ocean breeze with a scent of amber. He also smelled like whiskey. An extreme heat and comfort overcame you. Never having felt this save, this men made you calm and stopped your anxiety. You could feel him coming closer, his mouth close to your eye, taking a deep breath in - inhaling you and then whispering in you ear: “You don’t need to worry anymore, darling. I will take you out of this place.” His voice was only a low rumble but it unleashed a fire in you and after he withdrew his face from yours all you could smell was him.

“I want her.”, he said, his voice a melody in your brain, making your insides tumble. You could afterwards feel that he left the room because the warmth and his smell got less intense but he left an extreme impression on you.

Someone unclasped your wrists from the seat and helped you up. Outside the nurse said: “You are one lucky girl! The Alpha choose you and he is extremely handsome. He will go down to the office to get all of the paperwork done, sign the license and will come for you afterwards. He has to at least claim you right here so you can’t be returned.” She then brought you into the next room, sitting you down on a bed and tying you to the bed post. “Best of luck Y/N, I really hope he is good to you. He seemed like a kind and charming men”, she said before leaving. Still wearing the mask you thought about the nurses words whilst eagerly waiting for your Alpha.

You couldn’t exactly tell how long you waited but after a while the door opened again and the warm feeling came over you again. Both of you took a deep breath at the same time. He chuckled, afterwards saying: “Hey little one. I take no pleasure in what’s going to happen next but they won’t let us go unless I made you mine.” You felt the bed dip under his weight and he pulled you in his lap, taking of the eye mask that prohibited your sight. After blinking a couple of times your eyes got used to the light and you looked around you. Straight across was the door, next to it on the wall hung lots of different sex toys. The sight of it mad you self conscious, freaking you out. His big hands slightly patted your back and you looked down, sitting on his clothed lap on a nice big bed, your hands still tied to the bed post. He cleared his throat and you shifted on him, leaving him groaning which made you turn and you took in his facial features for the first time. Him taking in yours in the same way.

The nurse was right, he was extremely handsome: Strong features with high cheekbones. His face was dusted with freckles and he had nice full lips, his face was covered with a light beard. His dirty blond hair was short on the sides and a little longer on top of his head. Then you found the courage to look into his eyes for the first time: They were green. Greener than anything you had ever seen and most beautiful as well. You didn’t even see the small wrinkles around his eyes, uncovering his age. He then smiled a wicked grin, as if he was pleased with what he was seeing. “I will take the ropes of your wrists now. I just thought you would freak out on me if I took them off first thing.”, he said, while freeing your wrists, “I’m Dean by the way.” You did not quite feel confident enough to look into his eyes, saying: “My name is Y/N. Nice to meet you.” He then lifted up your head and crashed his lips onto yours. You kissed him back, enjoying the way his lips felt on yours. He immediately took control, his one hand pulling you closer at the small of your back, the other on your right cheek. You leaned closer to him, one arm around his neck, the other hand finding it’s way into his hair. You then started pulling at it and he groaned into your mouth. The kiss heated up and he took off his shirt, revealing his toned upper body and his strong arms. You right hand left his hair and how traced the muscles on his chest lightly. He seemed to really enjoy what you were doing and then flipped you over, him now on top of you. The robe you were wearing slid upwards through the sudden movement and he put his knee between your legs. His kisses turned sloppy and left your mouth to kiss towards your neck. You let out a small moan when he reached the crook of your neck and he slightly bit at the spot, breathing in your scent and liking over your scent gland. “I will take this off of you now, sweetheart. If there is anything you don’t like me doing please stop me. I want you to enjoy this as much as I will”, he says into your ear with a low voice. He moves a little away from your face with his, looking you deep in the eye, revealing his darkened features, hungry for your touch. You were so mesmerized with his face that you didn’t even notice him taking off his jeans and underwear. He then untied the rope, brushing his calloused big hands over every inch of your body. Dean groaned when he noticed you weren’t wearing underwear. He touched your breasts and made your nipples stiffen, whilst kissing you with everything he had. His touch soon trailed downwards to your belly. You stiffened at his touch and he just growled “Omega” against your lips. The Omega in you instantly submitted and you opened your legs immediately and his hands traveled lower, caressing your inner thighs. He came closer to your center with every touch. At last he made contact with your dripping pussy, you just now discovered how wet, ready and desperate you were for him. He lined himself up with your entrance. “It will hurt at first but then turn into pleasure, I promised”, he said whilst pushing himself completely into you. You gasped for air and he withdrew very quickly, snapping his hips forward one more time and breaking your maidenhead, making you his in every way. He then held still for a couple seconds for you to adjust to his massive length, only know feeling how well equipped he was and how well he filled you up. Dean began to move once again and your gasps turned into small moans that seemed to turn him on even more. His hand came between you and he touched your little pearl in the most satisfying way possible. You felt an unfamiliar warmth build up in you and Dean encouraged you, whilst pressing butterfly kisses, all over your neck to relax and see what happens. You follow his order and experience your first orgasm. He helps you through your hip and his thrusts soon became sloppy because of your clenching walls around his penis.

Suddenly he pulls out and growls: “Present Omega!” You immediately get on all fours, your ass up towards him, your face close to the pillows. He then enters you from behind, moaning at the contact made, seemingly enjoying himself. You could feel his tip get bigger, assuming he was ready to knot you. His hand creeps up to your throat and he squeezes it whilst hammering into you at a fast pace. His hand around your lower belly he pulls you up so your back is pressed against his chest whilst fucking you relentlessly. Deans lips come to your neck and ever closer to your scent gland once again. But instead of putting butterfly kisses to it, he bites down this time, hard. You scream in pain and whilst still biting and sucking at your neck he spilled his knot in you, pushing you full of his fluids. The pain vanished as quickly as it arouse and now you’re a moaning mess under his touch once again, whilst he licks over your neck again and again.

The both of you collapse on the bed and he pulls you as close as possible, his knot still inside you. “Your mine now Omega”, he whispers into your ear, brushing a hair bending it: “I will take good care of you sweetheart.” You then passed out in his big, strong arms.

Dean then slowly pulls out of you and cleans you up without you noticing. He dresses himself, wrapping you in his big leather jacket and picking you up as if you weigh nothing to carry you towards the waiting room. Sam gets up, as soon as he sees the both of you and offers to drive home so that Dean could sit in the backseat with you, your head on his lap, breathing in his scent, sleeping soundly…

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Business pleasure

- Tommy Shelby

Summary: Attending one of the Shelby’s charity events the host sets his eyes on you and is determined to make you stay the night.

Warning: age gap, unprotected sex, piv, fingering, oral m receiving, rougher sex, choking, hair pulling

Word count: 1.9k

In all honesty you weren’t that much of a fan of charity dinners and foundations but you went without complaining because you knew how dear your attendance was to your farther. The attendance of the only unmarried daughter of one of the finest men in Birmingham never went unnoticed.

You got ready for the Shelby foundations dinner today, brushing your Y/H/C short locks and afterwards styling them it was popular at the time. You also applied make up, some mascara and a thin eyeliner, as well as some rouge on your cheekbones and red lipstick, wearing some simple gold studs in your ears and a simple golden necklace around your neck. After looking in the mirror you decided it was the perfect look for being your father’s arm candy tonight. You then put on your long shimmery black dress, with the help of your maid. It hugged your curves just the right way, a little tighter on your hips and with a modest but lovely cut to reveal your cleavage. The top part of the dress was covered with black pearls. You then put on some shoes with a light heel and went downstairs to meet your farther at the bottom of the stairs in the entry way. He was wearing a black tux with a white dress shirt and polished shoes. He looked as elegant as always. Eyeing you when you made your way down the stair he simply nodded, let you put on your overcoat and off you wear. On the way to the gala your farther told you how important this evening was and that you should make the acquaintance of Mr Thomas Shelby because your farther wanted to do business with him.

After getting out of the car, you took your father’s arm again and put on a smile, hoping the business part to be done as soon as possible. Upon entering the hallway you were greeted with some classical music and the chattering of many people. You threw smiles to the left and the right of you, sometimes stopping to converse and after finally reaching the main room grabbing a glass of champagne as soon as possible.

“The lady is either thirsty or very eager to get drunk, eh. Anyways get her another glass!”, a man ordered the servant and then brought all his attention towards you. He had the most blue eyes you ever looked upon and a very handsome face as well. He then took your gloved right hand and brought it to his lips to kiss it, afterwards introducing himself: “I seem to be one of the unlucky men who wasn’t as fortune to already be acquainted with you. I am Thomas Shelby, welcome to my gala tonight Miss…?” He put a cigarette in his mouth and lit it with a match. He was older than you by at least 15 years but besides some fine lines next to his eyes he had now flaws whatsoever. His muscular body was hidden in a very well tailored black suit and his hair was cut in a kind of undercut. “Y/L/N”, you ended his question, “Very nice to meet you Mr. Shelby. You invited my farther tonight and he likes to bring me along hence I am his only child still remaining in Birmingham.” He nodded and blew the smoke out of his mouth before the coils say anything the waiter came back with your champagne and so you toasted with Thomas Shelby. Your farther then shortly appeared at your side and took over the conversation, even though you didn’t care too much about the business he conducted you often tried to listen and take part but today was different. You were still mesmerized by the beautiful man across you, you tried to not look at him too eagerly or too direct but yet he always seemed to notice and stare into your eyes with his piercing blue ones.

After a while you went on to converse with other people but always looking out for the blue eyes attached to the handsome man. Your farther left pretty early, leaving you at the gala with some guild friends since you were twenty two and old enough to stay.

The gala nearing its end Ada Shelby who you got along with really well tonight invited you to stay a little longer and have another drink with her and her family. You agreed and then sat down next to Mr. Thomas Shelby who gave you a small smile and looked deeply into your soul or so it seemed in just a couple of seconds. While conversing he brushed his hand slightly over your knee and upwards over your thighs, not looking away from the person he was talking to. You slightly shivered by his warm touch and inhaled sharply. He then put his hand on your thigh, maybe a little too high to be proper. You wanted his touch, you even craved it - you wanted him to touch you everywhere even though it’s rather improper. His hand crept up even higher , it was very hard for you to concentrate and he seemed to be enjoying it a little too much so you excused yourself and got up, leaving the room to get some air to breath. You were shortly followed by Mr. Thomas Shelby himself. He stood opposite of you, offering a cigarette. You denied the offer but and he took one for himself eyeing you up and down. His pupils were fuller and the deep blue a little darker now. He leaned forward, one hand on your hip, brushing his lips slightly over your neck up to you ear just to whisper how beautiful you were. You shivered again and your stomach got really weird. It wasn’t the first time you had been with a man but you were never this excited by him simply touching you. Since you couldn’t take it anymore you leaned forward to close the gap and press your lips to his. He smirked against the kiss but kissed you back and soon took control. One of your hands was know in his short hair, the other around his neck. His hand were on your hips, close to the small of your back, pulling you closer to him. He broke the kiss to caress your neck and whispering inaudible things. You started moaning silently when he found your sweet spot at the crock of your neck and he got really passionate whilst you melted in his touch. “Maybe we should take this somewhere else, so no one sees us”, he whispered in your ear and you simply nodded. He took your hand, leading you upstairs into a bedroom it seemed.

Pushing you against the door, he began to kiss you once again. He kissed you with some much force your knees turned to pudding and you were willing to do everything for him in this instant. His hands crept under the hem of your dress and then upwards, caressing the inner side of your thigh and then brushing slightly over your covered heat. “Seems like your enjoying this as much as I am sweetheart”, he whispered against your lips. Know only noticing how wet and desperate you were for his touch. Your hands came to his vest, undoing the first button but he withdrew and looked you in the eyes: “I don’t like you taking control sweetheart. You’ll be a good girl and do as I say, eh?” You simply nodded and he mentioned for you to get on your knees, so you did. Your face now on the same level as the bulge in his jeans, you liked your lips whilst looking up at him and undoing his belt, then unbuttoning his dress pants until you were able to pull his pants and underpants down. His dick sprung free, standing up perfectly, hitting his belly. You swallowed and he let out a chuckle: “Think you can take it love?” Eager to proof him that you could, you took his erection in your hands, massaging it and then putting the tip in your mouth whilst keeping a close eye on Thomas Shelby to see his reaction. He put his hands on the back of your head and guided you, letting you take him one at a time, feeling praised by his moans and breathing. At one point you started picking up speed and then taking all of him in your mouth. He let out a hiss and when you drew your head back, he pushed you back down, very fast and all the way for a couple of times. You looked up to him through your eyelashes. His eyes were closed, he looked like he was in pure ecstasy - the sight of the beautiful man alone turned you on even more, you felt the wetness pool between your legs and your eagerness to please him.

Thomas let you keep going for a while and then withdrew, pulling you back up: “Now it’s your time to enjoy, eh?” His hands went under your dress once again, riding you of it very quickly, only leaving you in your underwear. He smiled and kissed your neck once again, whilst his hands roamed free over your body. He played with both your nipples and then pulling on your hair his hand went into your underwear, feeling the wetness between your fold. Thomas spread it around, playing with your little pearl and couldn’t keep from moaning. He then rid you of your underwear, his fingers at your entrance. Whilst entering you with one of his fingers, he mumbled into your ear: “So pretty and eager for my cock. You really are the gold child of the family.” He pumped his digit in and out, adding another soon and curling them inside you, he reached an unknown spot. You started moaning even more and he seemed to be very pleased, because he kept going, building your orgasm up nearly to the high point and then withdrew his fingers. You moaned at the loss of his fingers and Thomas only laughed, getting you into a position on all fours, butt up and then pressing his hard member to your entrance. His hands on your hips, he entered you with a forceful thrust, pushing your face into the pillows. You now looked back at him, a moaning mess under his touch while he took you like a whore. Thomas went hard and fast, ruining your any other man. One of his hands remained on your hip to steady him while he stilled fucked you ruthless, and his other hand came to your neck, putting some pressure on your delicate neck. The struggle for air and his pounding hitting the same spot his fingers did before you closed your eyes nearing your release. “Oh yes, cum for me sweetheart. Cum on my dick”, he whispered in your ear after having pulled you towards him still fucking you in a crazy pace. The sentence pushed you over the edge and you came undone on him, he helped your ride it out and soon afterwards you felt his thrust getting sloppy and he pulled out. He helped himself with a few pumps, moaning and then shoot his load all over your breasts and your stomach. Thomas looked down at the mess you were and smiled, his breathing getting more controlled by the second.

He soon went to get you a towel and you cleaned yourself with it, afterwards laying ins his arm. “It is a pleasure to do business with you Mr. Shelby”, you said, smiling. He chuckled and kissed you just to say: “Now you know where to find me Miss Y/N. I hope to see you soon”

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A perfect match?

A perfect match? - Masterlist

Everything was different when you opened your eyes. Everything was different once again. Without knowing where you were, you sat up, rubbed your tired eyes and took a look around you. A pair of bright green eyes starred back at you through the dark. Hearing a deep rumbling voice saying that everything is fine now , you felt a shiver run down your spine and everything turned. The darkness welcomed you back once again…

Series warning: ABO Dynamics, Smut, Unprotected PIV , Scenting, Knotting, Language, age gap, Claiming, Breeding Kink

Chapter 2: Where Am I?

Summary: Y/N describes the situation in the care facility leading up to her “choosing ceremony”

Chapter warning: Angst, ABO Dynamics

Word count: 0.9k

~ taglist: @niiight-dreamerrrr ~

You woke up disoriented and in a strange place, everything smelled different and it was cold, really cold. A shiver immediately ran down your spin caused by the discomfort as well. As soon as your eyes adjusted to the dark you looked around and took in the room around you.

The walls were plain, made from cement. You were laying on a very hard and uncomfortable bed, right across from you was a toilet and that was it. Discovering that your right foot was chained to the metal bedpost when you stood up, you sat back down and put your face in your hands. A silent cry left your lips.

Ever since your first heat you knew this moment was inevitable. You had talked about it with your parents, your brother and thought about it enough. But you never thought it would come so soon and that you didn’t have a chance to say goodbye to your parents. You are sure that you would never see any of your family members again. Your parents were traitors and will either serve the rest of their life in prison or be killed. After a young Omega presented for the first time the state their Alpha was born in automatically became their owner. But only up until an Alpha came to claim the young Omega and then the Omega would automatically become their possession. With your parents leaving the country and you being born somewhere else you technically still belonged to the state of Texas. Not coming back after your first heat your parents knew that the Law Enforcement Agencies would be searching for you everywhere and that you were living on borrowed time. You felt responsible for your parents fate…

Your thoughts were interrupted when the door opened and the light was turned on. You held a hand up to your eyes and then looked at the people that entered the room. There was a tall Alpha man in a white coat, a Doctor and two Beta women who seemed to be nurses. The man smiled at you and introduced himself, afterwards explaining the protocol and what he would be examining. You just looked at him silently, your mind drifting back to your parents every now and then but still following the Doctors orders. He let you take off all your clothes, examined your mating gland, as well as your vagina and your hymen to note that you were still a virgin and unclaimed. You felt extremely exposed, like a lost child searching for their mother.

After the doctor was done with your appointment, as the nurses called it, he gave you a shot never explaining what for. You came to find out it’s a GPS tracker.

The nurses gave you a mid length white dress to wear and then undid the chain on your foot. You were told to braid your hair in pigtails and then taken to a room.

Said room had two bunk beds, two dressers and a table with four chairs on one wall. At the end of the room there was a window. Outside you saw a lot of trees, so you assumed you were taken into a forest. The nurses said your roommates would come very soon and left you afterwards.

Shortly after two girls entered the room. A tall girl with red straight hair, a foxy face and a lot of freckles, her name was Fate was the first one to enter. She was followed by a shorter girl with darker skin, brown eyes and very curly hair. Her name was Presley.

The three of you sat down and started talking how you got there. Presley and Fate enjoyed your story a lot and were really excited to hear about all the stories you could tell and the place you have been to. Fate had been in a care facility for Omegas ever since she was 7 years old and Presley was born into a big clan but her mother then gave her to the facility because she didn’t want her to live in the Harem. You soon came to learn that their former two roommates were taken away to a “choosing ceremony” and then claimed and taken away.

Presley, Fate and you grew really close over the next year and did everything together. Cooking, exercising, learning, attending classes. You learned about cooking and baking which you enjoyed a lot, as well as housekeeping, child care and basic finances - anything that could be useful to your Alpha.

Nearing your 18th birthday the nurse’s and doctor’s appointments became more frequent and you had a class to prep you for your choosing ceremony. Upon first entering they gave you immune suppressants so that you wouldn’t get another heat until your Alpha was ready for you. The nurse made you get a hair cut: Your long (Y/H/C) was cut until above shoulder length with some nice waves which framed your face very well and you didn’t regret it too much.

Presley then went through her first choosing ceremony but came back afterwards to tell you all about it. The same happened to Fate and she was chosen and didn’t come back. You really hope that she got a nice, good looking Alpha that will treat her well. The same happened to Fate and only you were left until you were picked for your first “choosing ceremony”…

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A perfect match?

„A perfect match?“ - Masterlist

Everything was different when you opened your eyes. Everything was different once again. Without knowing where you were, you sat up, rubbed your tired eyes and took a look around you. A pair of bright green eyes starred back at you through the dark. Hearing a deep rumbling voice saying that everything is fine now , you felt a shiver run down your spine and everything turned. The darkness welcomed you back once again…

Series warning: ABO Dynamics, Smut, Unprotected PIV , Scenting, Knotting, Language, age gap, Claiming, Breeding Kink

Chapter 1: Why is nothing staying the same?

Summary: Easing into the story we get a lot of background about Y/N upbringing, her family dynamics and the world around her.

Chapter warning: Fluff, maybe angst.

Word count: 1.8k

This is my first fan fiction that I have written in a while. Please give me some feedback and let me know how you liked it. <3

~ taglist: @niiight-dreamerrrr ~

Anytime you remembered your childhood, you always started smiling because it all came down to this: You had lived the first years of your life in Europe and travelled a lot. Sadly you don’t remember too much about it now. But one memory still sticks out because everything was just perfect, from today’s perspective at least. You had spent the whole day at the beach, maybe in the Netherlands, you could not remember and honestly it doesn’t matter. The sun was shining warmly on your skin, you were sitting in the sand. Your mother was building sandcastles with you whilst your brother was swimming in the sea and your father went to get you all ice cream. Chocolate for you because that was your favorite and strawberry for your two year older brother. He came back with the ice cream, gave it to you and smiled. He brushed a hair behind your ear and then sat down next to you and your mother to help you build the sand castle of your dreams.

Eventually your brother joined you and the four of you build the perfect castle! It was two story’s tall with a lot of towers and surrounded by a moat. You were extremely proud of it…

Most of the summers of your childhood were spent like this, at a beach in Europe building sandcastles when you were younger or going surfing when you became older.

You did never spend two summers in the same place because your parents moved a lot. You never knew why and you never asked either. Your little brain couldn’t comprehend it anyway and you never saw the unfairness nor the cruel of the world around you.

Eventually you got to understand the environment surrounding you and that your family was very special. Thus explaining why you were always on the move. You went on traveling through Europe, then to Asia when you were about 12 years old. The periods you stayed in the same spot got even shorter because your brother “presented”, as your parents called it, two years after moving to Asia. Your parents were extremely scarred for your brother because he presented as Beta and the world leaders decided that Betas were even more worthless than Omegas.

Omegas had a purpose. They were used for breeding, caring for their pups and thus keeping the world population alive, being a rut bunny, serving their Alphas. But Betas on the other hand we’re worthless. At least that’s what was decided. They were taken from their families to work in all the jobs Alphas didn’t want. Most Alphas were lawyers, doctors, politicians, worked for the military or the police, meaning all important and good jobs were strictly reserved for Alpha men. There were very little Alpha women but on the other hand Omega’s were mostly women. You came to learn that barely any men was born an Omega. And if any young man presented as Omega they were killed shortly after because they’re was just no place for them in the system. Beta’s were both men and women and they worked all the other jobs imaginable.

Your parents explained this to you and your brother as well with some other basic facts about the world around you. They had done a very good job at keeping all of this away from you so that you could enjoy your childhood and live a happy life. Even though you never went to school because you never stayed long enough in a place you were very well educated. You were able to read, write, do mathematics, learn other languages besides English and even pursue other interests as well. You brother really enjoyed chemistry and physics whilst you liked history and literature. But apparently you knew barely anything about the world you lived in.

You and your brother were really mad when your parents finally told you about everything. But from today’s perspective you are really happy that your parents let you live like this - unbothered with not a care in the world, truly happy.

They explained to you further that most Alpha men lived in packs. Your father used to live in one as well because he was a purebred Alpha. He eventually decided to leave his pack when he met your mother because he wanted to live an unbothered life and not share her with anyone. You came to learn that your mother was an Omega. It is common that Alpha males went to a place where they decided on an Omega, mated and claimed them and took them home to their packs. Claiming was supposed to be something very special, to form an unbreakable bond between an Alpha and their Omega but most Alphas didn’t live this ways anymore. Many had more than one Omega and lived in Harem like situations in packs and it was expected to share the Omegas between the Alpha men in the pack. When an Omega became round with a pup, the child was accepted and got the clan name. Alpha men in clans didn’t care for their pups anyways because they see Omegas as toys, rut bunny’s, and left the Omega women to care for all the pups together.

Your farther never liked the way Omegas were treated and didn’t want to participate in these cruel ways. He did however life in a pack when he was younger because he had likeminded young men around him, they enjoyed the same interests like soccer or hockey and pursued the same careers. They all studied law. But as soon as the pack leaders, one of the older Alphas claimed an Omega he expected everyone to follow in his footsteps since they were all about the same age. Your farther was the only one who didn’t follow his orders and tried to wait it out. All the other men followed their leader, went to get an Omega, mated and claimed them and afterwards ignored the poor women most of the times. Their Omegas kept the household running, cooked, did laundry and were passed amongst the men to have their fun with them.

Your farther despised the way the others treated their Omegas. That’s simply the reason he left. He wanted his Omega all to himself, not having to share. He believed in true love and soulmates. He wanted to have pups with his Omega, raise them, be a farther and make memories with his children.

When he randomly meet a young girl on a night out they both felt extremely drawn to one another. The young girl turned out to be your mother and the one love of your farther. Your mother told you she was out with some girlfriends because they hadn’t presented yet and because everything was different, more open back then. Anyways she saw your farther at a bar and still to this day she was able to tell you exactly what he was wearing and what he smelled like. They looked at each other and it was basically love at first sight.

When she went home later that night, she presented as Omega and went through her first heat.

Your farther followed her strong scent home and knocked on your grandparents door to claim your mother as his Omega.

They then also got married and moved from the state of Texas to Europe, the city of Berlin in Germany to be exact. Germany had the most relaxed rules back then and so your parents lived there until your mother became round with a pup. A little while later your brother Tyler was born. Your parents and brother then moved to the city of Wien in Austria. Your mother got pregnant again and shortly after your birth your family moved to the city of London, England. You then started moving around Europe every two years, like clockwork because your parents didn’t want to blood test you and your brother and then enroll you into the educational system. The result of the bloodwork determines your fate because the education you receive will be based upon your later role in society. Alphas will get the best education, suitable for packleading and families, also finances, law, guns… Omegas on the other hand will learn about devotion, housekeeping, childcare, cooking and other matters of making them good housewives. Betas will barely learn anything, most of them can’t read or write, they only learn about matters important for their future job.

When your brother presented as an Beta at the age of 15 while you were in Bali, Indonesia you started moving places even faster. The rules were even stricter now and your parents were really scared of you presenting soon as well. But that didn’t happen until 2 years later.

You woke up shortly after your 16th birthday, feeling feverish, sweat covering your face when you cried out to your mother. She came into your room really fast, kissed your head and then helped your through your first heat. It lasted only two days but was really hard on you, cramping, sweating, shivering as well as feeling nauseous. Your farther went to get some immune suppressant from a place somewhere and you moved shortly after. Your parents hoped the suppressants would not just change your hormonal balance so you didn’t get heats anymore but also suppress your scent because people looked at you not just a couple of times when you were out with your parents. You and your whole family knew you were living on borrowed time because what your parents were doing was illegal.

Your brother left your family when you where nearly 17 to move to Spain and take a position as a craftsman there. Spain and most of Europe seemed to be changing their strict rules surrounding Betas and becoming kind of a sanctuary and safe place for them. You were really happy for your brother and wished him all the best. Sadly you never got to know if he arrived in Europe because the American Law Enforcement found you…

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A perfect match?

Everything was different when you opened your eyes. Everything was different once again. Without knowing where you were, you sat up, rubbed your tired eyes and took a look around you. A pair of bright green eyes starred back at you through the dark. Hearing a deep rumbling voice saying that everything is fine now , you felt a shiver run down your spine and everything turned. The darkness welcomed you back once again…

Series warning: ABO Dynamics, Smut, Unprotected PIV , Scenting, Knotting, Language, age gap, Claiming, Breeding Kink

Series Masterlist:

Chapter 1: Why is nothing staying the same?

Chapter 2: Where am I?

Chapter 3: What now?

Chapter 4: Where are we going?

Chapter 5: Why don’t you care for me?

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I have been thinking about starting to write fanfiction again and I am quite sure my intrusive thoughts won, so here I am. :)

Mostly I am enjoying Peaky Blinders, The Witcher, Game of Thrones and Supernatural at the moment, so this will be what I am writing about.

If you want to read about anything else or have any other ideas that you wish to come to life, feel free to message me about it.