Tommy Shelby – Arranged Marriage Wedding Night Headcanon
Promised to Tommy Shelby? Hope you like to be claimed by someone. Cause the wedding night is just the first time he ruins you.
He doesn’t get drunk at the ceremony. One glass of champagne (and a whisky or two) then water. You’re his wife now and he wants to be sharp – to stay in control for what’s coming.
Everyone admires how intently he’s praising your beautiful dress, but you can see how his eyes are stripping you bare and planning on everything he is going to do to you before anyone else even leaves the church.
After you’ve exchanged rings, he whispers into your ear. “It will happen tonight, love. You decide if you want the easy way… or the hard way.”
Later, he’ll have you on your knees in some dark corner and use your mouth until he’s satisfied.
After the last guests have left and the door to the bedroom closes, he takes off his jacket and waistcoat slowly, watching your every breath.
He doesn’t rush to touch you. Instead, he makes you wait while he smokes half a cigarette by the window, back to you, until you feel small enough to break.
When he finally comes over, he cups your jaw and makes you look at him. “You’ll learn. But tonight, you’ll just take me.”
Undresses you like he’s claiming a prize he fought for, slow enough to make you squirm.
Keeps one hand on your throat the first time he kisses you, not squeezing, just reminding you who’s in charge.
Slips two fingers into your mouth before he takes you apart, just to watch you look up at him with wet lips.
When he finally pushes inside you, he buries his face in your neck and murmurs, “You’re my property now, eh?” It sounds like a question, but you know it is more of a statement.
He doesn’t move fast once he’s inside you, no, he keeps his hips pressed hard to yours, letting you feel the weight of him, the way he fills you to the hilt. He wants you to understand there’s nowhere to run from this.
One hand slips under your thigh to hitch your leg over his hip, tilting you open just a little more. “You feel that, eh? That’s me where no one else will ever be.”
When you tense or try to shift away, he simply follows, pinning you down with the sheer heaviness of his body. His mouth is at your ear, “Stop fighting me, love. You’ll only make it worse for both of us.”
He keeps one hand on your face, thumb pressed to your lips. “Bite it if you need to. But you won’t scream for anyone else to hear.”
Every time you gasp or moan, his mouth curves in a feral smile. “That’s right. Getting used to it already.”
When you try to turn your head away, he grabs your chin and forces your eyes back to his. “Look me in the eyes when I take you.”
His thrusts pick up only when you start to shake, when your body begins to give in against your will. “Good girl. That’s my wife.”
He doesn’t stop after the first release, he pulls out, flips you onto your stomach, and takes you again from behind, one hand tangled in your hair, keeping your head turned so you still have to look at him over your shoulder.
By the time he finally spills inside you again, he’s panting against your skin, teeth grazing your shoulder. “Such a good fuckdoll I’ve married, all mine. And I’ll be in you again before the night’s over.”
Afterwards, he lights another cigarette, watching you from the bed with hooded eyes. “We’ll get better at it. You’ll see. And I’ve got no intention of letting you rest for long.”
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