Where’s The Part 3?! 😭

The great acting on Natasha's side, the character's lively emotions and heartfelt love and pain she was feeling through the whole series is the reason I will ALWAYS choose Lizzie.

She deserved better.

peaky blinders — 6x03 created by steven knight

LOVE YOU WITH MY EYES CLOSED

Thomas Shelby x Reader

Part one Part two Part three

Summary: At a young age Y/N was given away for marriage, years later the dust began to settle and her life caught a rhythm she stopped fighting. Is Tommy, the man she once knew too well, ready to play along and let her go once again?

Word count: 2.9k

Warnings: depression, heartache, mental and physical abuse

A/N: Slow introduction, next chapter will pick up on pace. Enjoy

Coming back to Birmingham ignited more mixed feelings than Y/N expected it ever would. Pushing through the difficult changes back in the day caused her to stomach so much pain and.. distress at the inability to make her own choices. She thought there was nothing in her to cause fear anymore.

A weird kind of fear it was, this time. Looking out the window as the train plummeted through the fields, shaking and groaning under the weight of people all heading to the city she couldn't shake off. Four years passed so quickly, in a pace she didn't understand when she looked back at the first months of constant struggle she endured. Leaving everything behind. Becoming nothing more than a tool to life of.. prosperity for her family.

She fought it for so long, back then. Much to her father's misunderstanding, her unbreakable spirit made everything so much more difficult.

Yet eventually everything must come to an end though, in a reality where her value was tightly connected with how pretty she was, and how aesthetically pleasing she looked, hanging on the arm of a man she barely knew.

It was much easier to ignore from the distance, but the closer she got to Birmingham, more wounds began reopening, hurting and itching despite her neutral expression and unmoving figure.

One of his hands rested on her thigh, the other one holding a newspaper. The lack of communication was nothing short of normal between them. After all, when nobody was around, they didn't have to pretend as much. Nickolas Winterbourne, a man coming from a life where nothing ever ran out, where pantries were never empty and clothes never dirty. He existed in a controlled environment snuggly clothed in money at every corner, shielding him from any difficulties life planned to throw his way - unaffected by the simple disdain of modern times they happened to live in.

For what it was worth, Y/N considered herself lucky. He was… polite, usually gentle which was way more than she could have ever asked for from people in his social class. His hands were smooth, untainted by physical labour that he never had to do. His disposition contradicted his father's, a man purely self-absorbed and cruel with one purpose – wealth.

Y/N was grateful for the person he was deep down, even though he was forcing her into situations they could avoid, yet rarely violating her physically or mentally.

Nickolas was… indifferent. His demeanour calm, collected and bordering on bored most of the time. His eyes looked at her with a never ending patience and neutrality she grew to appreciate, after watching the way many of his brothers treated their own wives. She was lucky.

The mindset she worked so hard to build, throwing away the values she dreamed of as a little girl, the warm dreams of having a loving marriage with several kids, conversations that would seem to go on forever sprinkled with tender kisses on the forehead and warm touches that would warm her up on cold nights. She exchanged those hopes for expensive dresses and a mansion much too big for any amount of wood to warm. There were continual expensive dinners and meaningless conversations with people she wouldn't care to see ever again with fake seemingly polite smiles. These people never stopped beckoning for their service, acting like the simple action of pouring themselves tea was too much to burden their minds with.

So she was grateful, playing along with the quick pace of life they had. Dressing up quickly, perfecting the empty smile she got used to wearing on a daily basis.

“Be grateful, because you could have had it much worse” she mentally repeated to herself.

A soft squeeze of his hand tore her out of her thoughts, his brown eyes watching her patiently. He witnessed the difficulties she struggled with back then. So her silence rang louder than ever.

”We will spend two days in Birmingham and be back on our way. Tomorrow is the day of the gala, and the day after you will spend on your own matters.” He spoke quietly, reading the troubling emotions in her eyes. He always saw through the mask of neutrality he taught her how to wear like her second skin: a mutual understanding.

Her eyes slowly followed along the lines of his face, finally settling on holding eye contact. Slowly nodding, she covered his hand with her own before forcing out a small smile.

”Thank you” She responded, straightening her back before the train started slowing down before coming to a full stop.

Patting her thigh for the last time, he pulled away.

”Come on. It's time to go”

~~

After getting out of the train, Y/N watched how after stepping out her boots immediately covered in mud.

Some things never changed, she thought with a smile as the scent of smoke filled her nostrils.

”Christ” Nickolas muttered, his face twisting in disgust. Birmingham was nothing like the London they were used to, first expression of the city obnoxiously underwhelming for Winterbourne.

Standing by the road sign they waited for a moment before the designated car pulled up, halting by their feet as the driver opened the door, offering to help in packing the luggage.

Y/N seemed distraught, looking around as she immediately recognized the streets despite small differences and the fact she didn't leave even remotely close back then. A city centre it was, fair distance from Small Heath. A place she used to call home.

”Come on, get in the car” Nickolas whispered, noticing her distracted gaze, grabbing her arm lightly and nudging her towards the vehicle, bringing her out of memories thick like smoke. Looking at him she nodded, obediently getting inside before the car took them to the hotel.

One she had never been in before. This whole situation felt suffocating in ways so weird, she was barely able to look him in the eyes. Even as they moved to the building, getting all the formalities done she couldn't help but let her mind wander towards the ghosts of her past.

Loud, obnoxious laugh filled her head bringing a little smile on her red lips. One that definitely belonged to John, his eyes glimmering with mischief like most of the time. Through the eyes of imagination she saw Ada's long, dark hair she constantly complained about, sighing dramatically in a way that never ceased to make Y/N roll her eyes. Suffering from success, she used to call it, teasing her friend with whom she grew up so close.

A sound came to her ears as lift brought them to the right level, she moved seemingly on an autopilot when her husband fumbled with keys, looking for the right one.

As the door swung open she let out a silent sigh as she remembered. The memory she worked on suppressing so long caught up randomly, big, blue eyes surrounded by thick, dark eyelashes. Colour so dynamic, swiftly changing with the feeling simmering beneath his tough exterior, yet always so bright and clear when he looked at her. She felt like she saw him for the first time, despite it being nothing but her exterior shell shattering at the unwanted memories flooding back in.

Suddenly, she felt out of breath and barely an hour after checking into the hotel, she was in bed facing away from Nickolas. The wall she put up between them nearing the height of one he tried to shatter after getting to know the girl. She seemed so small as she lay on her side, every inch of her body hidden under covers. Hair scattered on the pillow, keeping his gaze away from her features.

They just got here, and he was already losing, Nickolas thought, before remembering the small detail that could shatter his reality if ease if looked into.

”Goodnight” He whispered, pressing a kiss onto her shoulder before turning away and giving her space as the lights went out.

It was only so long he could bend reality to his will, he thought, before closing his eyes and allowing Morpheus' embrace to swallow him up.

In contrast to him, Y/N didn't fall asleep once. The unknown anticipation swirled around in her stomach, pushing her even further away from the man sleeping by her side. Something was coming, and she knew it.

~~

”Do you really trust what you're saying?” Her voice came to his ears, quieter, less confident than usually she'd speak to him.

Leaning forward on his arms, he let his head drop in defeat for a moment before lifting him up. Strong, unyielding gaze meeting her worried, slightly anxious eyes.

Her position in the family and in company made her learn how to deal with emotions on her own for years.. which was never an issue. Woman could only be so vulnerable after raising that many kids and protecting them from the disgusting reality with her fragile hands and soul on her shoulder. But she managed.

So the rare vulnerability she displayed that evening, looking in her nephew's eyes was nothing short of special. The string of responsibility connecting them in ways none of his siblings would understand.

Staring blankly for a moment, he ended up nodding.

”I know, Polly.” He spoke up, his voice heavy with exhaustion and the fear he tried to bury somewhere between his ribs, to never be seen again. But it was there, alive as ever, making his heart thump in an unnatural rhythm. Reminding him of one of survival. Desperate attempts to stick to life even when the dirty earth in the tunnels tried to swallow him alive.

”You need to trust me when I say things will go back to normal. I waited for long enough.” His voice came out sharper than he'd like it to. Blue eyes soothing the damage his voice has done and Polly understood.

Being a witness to the struggles he faced on daily, responsibilities piling on him like layers of clothing, giving no space to grieve the loss of someone who was never supposed to be gone.

…and so he didn't. Instead building an empire on his bitterness and pain, trusting that… whatever was up there would provide if it was meant to be.

That day for once in his life Thomas wanted to pray.

~~

“You need to pick up your pace, Y/N. We can't afford to be late to such an event.” Nickolas snapped, his usually calm and collected demeanour dishevelled with stress as he watched time ticking away on his watch.

She didn't sleep, almost at all. Putting on the mask was more difficult than usual, having to layer the makeup on her tired face, exhausted eyes. The years of struggles managed to catch up in the nine hours she spent on trying to fall asleep. Dreamless nights and loveless days connected with the anticipation in her stomach making it impossible to close her eyes.

”What will they think of us if we show up late, Y/N?” He shot once again watching her movements with his chin higher than he usually carried.

In moments of distress Y/N saw his father in him, usually perfectly hidden away lack of spine showing through the wounds of what the perfect life did to him. Minor inconvenience making him furious.

”Put on your jacket and smoke a cigarette, Nickolas. By the time you're done I will be waiting.” She responded in a neutral way, already taught to not feed into his bitterness in such situations. Not because he was right, but rather to avoid making him cranky as he would surely ruin her already difficult evening.

Watching her with contempt for a moment, he let out a heavy breath before stepping away.

”Five minutes or you will walk there. I'm not going to be late because of your irresponsibility.” His voice faded with the distance growing between them.

Y/N sighed looking at her reflection.

A man that was never supposed to be a husband.

All eyes were on them as soon as they arrived. Y/N smiled, nodding along to the people she saw for the first time as they spoke to Nickolas. She was to not speak unless spoken to, Mr. Winterbourne taught her four years ago. Smile, look pretty and watch your husband. Be attentive and elegant at all times.

Entering the event took them about fifteen minutes with all the pleasantries Nick kept giving away to his associates. Deep down she hated it. The constant need to pretend, not a single movement one of her own.

”Mr. Winterbourne!” A voice came from behind their back as they walked into the main room. An older man with jet-black hair approached quickly, his arm wrapped around the waist of his wife. Glancing at her, they exchanged a joyful look before standing right by Y/N. “Long time no see” His voice was low, but not threatening. Something about the tall and broad man was inviting, friendly.

”Indeed, it's been a long while.” Nick responded, straightening his back before greeting the older woman, getting a hold of her hand gently and kissing the temple. ”How is life treating you, Sir?” His tone mannered and calm, just like always whenever he was in a public eye. After getting a response, he began talking about the details of the gala before the woman suddenly interrupted him.

”...and who is this beautiful woman?” She spoke completely relaxed to which Y/N’s eyes widened in surprise. If she interrupted her husband or any man he was currently talking to in such a manner, she'd get severely punished if not slapped at the spot. Nicholas raised his eyebrow but quickly put on a collected exterior again.

”This is my wife, Y/N” He introduced her, slightly embarrassed that he forgot to do so in the first place. What would they think of him? The older man reflected, kissing her temple with a smile and his wife took her hand in her own.

”Oh, I see” She said, looking at the ring on her finger. ”Absolutely beautiful, how about we get something to drink while men talk about the important matters?” She suggested light-heartedly, winking at her husband who chuckled, shaking his head before giving a simple nod.

”Great idea. I will find you in just a few moments, Precious.”

The way their interactions took place made Y/N truly shocked, she's never seen such behaviour among people in their class before. Were people of Birmingham different than them?

Waiting for his approval obediently Y/N only moved when he gave her a stern nod, clearly not pleased with his own performance, yet he would never admit it.

His behaviour was different this time, she could clearly see it. He was more emotional in the wrong way, every little detail making him visibly angry.

”I’m Meredith” The seemingly fourty year old woman stated, glancing at Y/N sideways. ”You seem to love these kind of events, don't you?” She joked, seeing the way Y/N’s smile dropped as soon as they turned away from their husbands. Internally she panicked hearing the elegant woman's remark, her eyes widening with fear. ”Oh, no worries. We're on the same page… besides. They serve really good drinks, so soon enough it will be bearable.” The tone of her voice was light and amusing as she gave Y/N a little shove. Her demeanor was relaxed and open, matching her husband's which was… refreshing.

”Better get to it then” She mustered a smile in response.

To be fair, time did start passing faster as they settled by the table, slowly sipping on tasteful drinks and talking in a way that allowed Y/N feel much less comfortable than she was at first. A breath of fresh air.

”We’re local. My husband, Christopher, is the owner of several businesses passed down through the family. That's how he knows Winterbournes.” She explained eventually before leaning in closer. ”He doesn't get along well with your father in law. Tradition and peace are the only things keeping them tied together.”

Y/N listened carefully, appreciating that after a couple drinks Meredith's tongue got a bit loose. Usually she'd never hear a single detail about her husband's business or family. She wasn't family by blood, so her access to information was very restricted.

Getting lost in her thoughts again she zoned out for a second before Nickolas’ voice came to her ear from close proximity.

”This is my wife, Y/N Winterbourne.” He introduced her and it took a second to stand up, smooth out her dress before her eyes met the guests.

…and just for a second, her heart stopped, mouth slightly parting as she met the blue gaze she dreamed of for so many years.

”May we dance, Mrs. Winterbourne?” Thomas Shelby asked, standing side to side with her husband. Slightly shorter yet visibly towering over him.

For once she forgot her manners, not able to tear her eyes away from him as she gave a quick nod and without another word, he grabbed her hand pulling her towards the dance floor among other couples. Completely stiff and frozen, her vocal chords were not cooperating as she was on the verge of a panic attack.

His hands grabbed her own, setting them on his shoulders as he pulled her closer.

”Breathe” He said quietly in a husky tone as his scent almost made her faint.

MORE GRATEFUL THAN THIS

Thomas Shelby x Reader

Warnings: smut, deaththreat, gun, breeding, swearing, name calling, unprotected sex, choking, mean Tommy, humiliation, degradation

A/N: send smut requests for Tommy

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"Tommy, please I need you" Y/N whimpered out, leaning forward on the desk in his office. Her hand curled around the edge of the desk, eyes silently begging him to give in to her needs. Thomas knew Y/N too well to not be aware of how.. insatiable she was getting whenever she was ovulating. The way she trembled lightly, pressing her thighs together never ceased to make him stiffen beneath his slacks.

Abruptly getting up, he immediately gripped the back of her neck in his grasp, circling the desk and standing by her side. His body firm against her soft skin. The room would be completely silent if it wasn't for her heavy breathing which made him chuckle darkly as his fingers tightened around her throat.

"So fucking needy, eh?" He hissed, pulling her against his firm chest. Tommy's look was... Quite unusual today. His suit jacket was off, his white elegant shirt was covered by a vest. The vest.. covered the holster and gun sitting neatly beneath the material. "Distracting, not letting me work," He purred louder, seeing how her cheeks turned red and her eyes became cloudy and only then did he loosen the grip on her throat just lightly.

"Please–fuck, please!" She squirmed, trying to see him over her shoulder but he didn't allow it, quickly pushing her down onto his desk, causing a few pens and papers to fall on the floor, but it wasn't enough to get her attention. The tingling between her legs was much more bothering, causing her to whimper over and over again as her knuckles turned white. "Tommy!"

He chuckled arrogantly behind her back, eyes moving down onto her covered bottom as one of his hands kept her face pressed down onto the dark wood.

"Shut up!" He barked, pulling her dress up in a rough, indelicate movement, baring her round ass for his eyes only. "After all, I'm doing you a favour. The least you could do is shut the fuck up," His tongue wrapped around the.. cruel words nicely, bringing out the intense accent even more than usual as he watched her try to rub her thighs together, seeking friction more desperately as his snarling came to her ears. Thomas' lips turned into a grin, knowing well how mean words worked her up. How easily influenced she was by his presence. He knew exactly what she wanted and needed, even if she wasn't aware just yet. ”Needy whore,” He growled, tugging on her hair as the other hand ripped her underwear, causing the cold air to hit her most sensitive spot.

The arousal, desire and longing for his touch quickly mixed with anger, hearing his words. Squeezing her thighs harder, Y/N finally managed to speak up.

”Maybe I–I should go somewhere else then, wouldn't have to look long!” She bit back with a snarl, feeling the way his fingers pulled on the makeshift ponytail harder out of nowhere. His hand shifted further, gripping her jaw and throat with one hand, as his body covered her own from the back, pressing her down.

Only then she felt his wet, hot manhood gliding between her legs while throbbing angrily. The warmth radiating off his skin was almost intoxicating and she let out a quick whine feeling the wide tip of his cock pressing against her lips, not enough to breach the opening. Her eyes fell shut weakly.

”Feel that?” He asked in a husky, low voice, every ounce of humour disappeared from his tone. Another hand snaked beneath her body, petting her pussy a couple times and causing her to squirm feeling the painful stimulation on her sensitive clit. Before she could let out any sound, her eyes rolled to the back of her skull as the desk jerked forward along with the hard thrust Thomas gave her, burying the entire length of his thick cock in her cunt with a growl. ”That's my cock, stretching your needy fuckhole. I thought I taught you to be more grateful than this, pet.” He purred into her ear, and Y/N could only moan loudly as she felt his movements behind her back.

”But it seems like you need a reminder, eh?” He let out a chuckle, and Y/N immediately turned stiff head to toe, as she felt the cold barrel pressing up against her temple. His hot breath coming in contrast to the cold metal, as he laughed arrogantly again, beginning to move his hips, stretching her tender walls and stuffing her full of him. Her orgasm began running towards her like a train just then, and the mix of emotions became so blurry, she could barely make anything out.

”Who does this naughty cunt belong to, pet?” He asked calmly, almost like he wasn't holding a gun to her head. Y/N's eyes watered as her heart pounded loudly in her chest, yet the heat pooling in her pussy was unmistakable, and she knew he felt that.

”Y–You, Tommy” She stuttered out as he fucked her a little harder, keeping a steady pace. She winced hearing the sound indicating his weapon is charged.

”You can do better than that, eh?” He kissed her cheek lightly, his lips softly pressing next to where the barrel remained snugly.

”It's yours, I'm yours, Tommy! I'm sorry!” She cried out quickly, starting to genuinely fear for her life as he chuckled once more.

Pressing his lips to the back of her head, he inhaled her scent, closing his eyes. Tommy's hips picked up at a fast pace, ruthlessly rutting into her wet heat, huffing and growling under his breath at how tightly her pussy gripped him, almost like it didn't want to let him go.

”Good girl. Good fucking girl” He purred, his right hand grasping her hips in a bruising grip, making her whine at the sting as he fucked her hard and fast, chasing his orgasm. The coldness at her temple was a reminder, as Thomas pressed the gun harder against her skin. ”Come for me, pet. Because you may not have the chance anymore.” His words were drained from any emotion, his hips pulling her own in tandem with his thrusts, pushing deeper than ever before. The fear in Y/N's mind increased the arousal, causing her to see starts in the pitch black of her eyelids as she cried out, tears spilling on her cheeks. Her weak voice kept begging him not to, repeating 'please' over and over as finally, he groaned out loud, pushing his cock snuggly against her cervix, getting as deep as physically possible.

...and then she heard it. His huff, followed by the cling of a gunshot... Of an empty barrel. No bullet coming out.

Y/N let out a shaky breath, laying completely still with her eyesight being a blurry mess, as she felt his cum filling her to the brim.

Thomas slowly raised from her back, supporting himself on his hands as he reached to his pocket, pulling out a handful. Slowly, one by one he let the bullets fall on the desk, causing her to wince at the loud sound as she looked to see what it was.

Her heart stopped for a second, realizing that he took the bullets out when she couldn't see, laying face down on the desk. Finally, she managed to let out a sigh of relief, visibly relaxing. Tommy chuckled, seeing it before he leaned down, leaving little pecks on her cheek.

”You're welcome, Mrs. Shelby”

...and Y/N couldn't help but smile, trying to catch her breath as her husband pulled back, causing his cum to trickle down her legs.

~~

the deal is… you belong to me.

I will remove anyone from my life to protect the peace that I've worked so hard for. Nobody took me out of the dark. I did it on my own.

Unknown

OMG LOVING IT!!!

🎅🏼🎄 Christmas One Shot 🎄🎅🏼

On The Naughty List

Emmett x Y/N from Won’t You Be My Neighbor?

“Ok, guys, go and get your sleds out of the garage. Dad’s gonna take you sledding with your cousins and Uncle Greg after hockey practice.”

Y/N was checking the progress of the final sheet of Christmas cookies in the oven as she spoke to Henry and Max over her shoulder. As she turned around, she noticed the large smattering of flour on Max’s forehead, and her smile only widened more when she locked eyes with Henry right as he was licking the last of the frosting off the spatula. She couldn’t help but laugh as his cheeks turned red at being caught.

“You better hope there’s still enough of that left in the other bowl, mister,” Y/N said, pretending to be stern.

“There is; I checked!” he replied, still looking guilty.

Smiling again, Y/N walked around the island after setting the oven mitts down, stopping in front of the boys. As she looked down at Henry and lifted a corner of her apron to his face to wipe some stray frosting off the corner of his lip, he spoke again.

“Can we go over to Aunt Stacy’s after sledding?” he asked as he looked up at Y/N. “Connor got the newest Minecraft game for St. Nick’s Day and he said we can play it with him and Nate.”

“You’ll have to ask Uncle Greg when you see him,” Y/N replied, releasing her gentle grasp on Henry’s chin after wiping his lip clean. “Aunt Stacy and I are taking Sadie and Morgan with us to the mall, and you guys will probably get back before we do."

"Ok," Henry replied.

After cleaning up Henry, Y/N moved over to wipe the flour off Max's forehead, and then she began brushing the stray sprinkles on the counter into her hand, shaking them out into the sink. As she did, she heard the garage door opening, signaling Emmett's return from work. Despite it being Saturday, he'd had to run over to the shop and switch out a car battery for a customer.

"Dad's back, so you better hurry," Y/N said to the boys as she turned around from the sink. Then, just as she finished, Sadie could be heard babbling loudly from upstairs, having awoken from her nap.

"Max, how about you go and get the sleds?" Y/N continued. "Henry, honey, can you go up and get Sadie? I've gotta take these cookies out of the oven."

The boys agreed to their respective tasks, and Y/N turned to the oven as the back door opened. Nearly colliding with Max on his way to the garage, Emmett then took off his coat and headed into the kitchen to find Y/N slipping her hands into a couple of oven mitts, the smell of the cookies wafting through the house.

"Hey," she said to him in greeting as she quickly met his eyes before turning to the oven. "That took longer than usual. Everything go ok?"

"Yeah," Emmett replied as he stopped at the island and leaned against the counter. "Their battery was totally fried. Had to wait a while for it to cool off before I could replace it."

"Oh, wow, well, good thing it wasn't anything worse," said Y/N. But as she saw Emmett prepare to sit down at the kitchen table, she spoke once more.

"Don't get too comfortable," she warned him as she turned to place the hot cookie sheet on top of a trivet. "The boys are just getting ready to go and then you're meeting up with Greg and the kids at hockey practice, then sledding."

Groaning, Emmett sat down at the table anyways and leaned back in the chair.

"Can't we just skip all of that? Or send them by themselves?" he said, but not really meaning it, and Y/N giggled.

"I warned you that signing them up for hockey was gonna be a pain in the butt," she said, smiling at him. "Weekend practices are always more inconvenient than weeknights."

"Rubbing it in my face isn't helping," Emmett replied jokingly, and Y/N smiled. Removing the oven mitts, she grabbed a cooled cookie from earlier off a platter and walked over to Emmett, stopping between his spread legs and handing him the cookie.

"I'm sorry," she said to him with a smile as she handed him the cookie. "I know it's not easy to deal with when your wife is always right."

Raising an eyebrow and giving her a look, Emmett then reached out and took the cookie from her hand, but instead of eating it, he set it down on the table and then reached out and grabbed Y/N's hips instead, pulling her closer in front of him and holding her there. She squealed in surprise as she reached out and grabbed his shoulders to steady herself.

"Don't push it, princess," he said as he looked up at her.

Giggling again, Y/N lifted a hand to Emmett's head and smoothed back a lock of his hair.

"You should ask Ted to take some of the weekend calls," she said to him, referring to his employee at the shop. "He keeps saying he wouldn't mind, and it doesn't happen that often."

In response, Emmett nodded his head.

"I know. I'm thinking I'm gonna have to. I didn't want to make him do that, but on the days where we already have a lot going on, it'd be helpful. You still meeting up with Stacy at the mall?"

"Yeah, unless you wanna finish up the Christmas shopping and I can take the boys to hockey," Y/N said with a smile, knowing that would be a hard "no" for Emmett. He hated going to the mall, especially when it was crowded during the holiday season.

"That's a hard pass," Emmett said with a shake of his head, and Y/N smiled. "But the next time I wanna sign the boys up for something, change my mind, will you?"

Humming out a laugh, Y/N picked up the cookie Emmett had set down on the table and placed it in front of his mouth, and he took a bite of it before slipping his hands to the back of her waist and pulling her closer. But as he did so, his hands slipped under her shirt slightly, touching her skin, and when he did, she yelped and jumped back.

"God, your hands are freezing!" she said, pulling the hem of her shirt down further and adjusting the apron strings.

"I didn't bother turning the heat on at the shop," Emmett replied.

"You have got to be cold-blooded, I swear," Y/N said as she moved back to the island to start taking the cookies off the baking sheet. "It could be ten below and you'd still say you were too hot."

Smiling as he watched her, Emmett then noted the apron she was wearing — a red one decorated with white lace-edged accents and a fabric belt made to look like a little Mrs. Claus dress. As he watched her for a moment, he couldn't help thinking how sexy she'd look in that and nothing else.

Standing up from the chair, he walked over to the island and stopped behind her, leaning forward and lightly pressing himself into her back as she continued to handle the cookies.

"I'm getting pretty hot right now," Emmett said, the volume of his voice lower as he grabbed Y/N's waist and tugged at the edges of her apron. "This little number's got me thinking certain things. The only problem is you're wearing something underneath it."

Feeling Emmett behind her and hearing the volume and tone of his voice, Y/N smiled to herself as she slowed her movements. Then, setting the spatula down, she turned to face Emmett when he pressed a kiss to her neck.

"Really? A Mrs. Claus apron is what gets you going?" she said to him with an amused smile as she grabbed his upper arms, his hands still on her waist.

"What can I say? It puts me in the holiday spirit," Emmett replied, and he pressed his crotch against hers as he pushed her back against the island.

Giggling, Y/N replied, although she admittedly was getting hot herself.

"Well, you better tell your 'spirit' to cool off, because Max is waiting in the garage and Henry's on his way down with Sadie right now," she said.

Groaning again, Emmett pressed another kiss to Y/N's neck before reluctantly letting her go and backing up, Henry being heard on his way down the stairs with Sadie, who was still babbling happily.

"Don't tuck that away just yet," Emmett said quickly before Henry entered the room, his voice still low and a mischievous look in his eyes as he gestured to her apron.

Smiling and shaking her head with a roll of her eyes, Y/N then turned to move around the island and take Sadie from Henry, preparing to feed her before they left for the mall.

After placing a kiss on Sadie's head, Emmett got ready to leave with the boys, and Y/N gave them each a parting hug as they headed out the door. She and Emmett confirmed that they'd communicate later on about when they'd all get back home, and then they shared a quick kiss before she confirmed with him that they'd decide what to do about dinner once they knew whether or not the boys would be going over to Stacy's.

After strapping Sadie into her carseat and getting behind the wheel, Y/N smiled and shook her head to herself again as she thought of what Emmett had said about the Mrs. Claus apron. But, she had to concede...it actually could be pretty sexy with nothing underneath...

The afternoon had ended up stretching on much longer than either Y/N or Emmett had anticipated. Henry had gotten hurt during practice when his glove had come off when he'd fell and slid across some jagged ice, and he got a pretty gnarly cut on his hand. But he'd still insisted that he wanted to go sledding, and so after being checked out at the first aid station at the ice rink and being bandaged up, Emmett had still taken the boys to meet up with Greg and his boys at the park. By then, it had gotten late enough that they all went to get a bite to eat afterwards, and then he'd followed Greg home to drop Henry and Max off to spend the night with Connor and Nate.

Respectively, Y/N and Stacy had been delayed at the mall with the girls due to it being even busier than they'd anticipated, every store they visited having extremely long lines. They'd also just ended up grabbing a bite while they were out, and with a text from Emmett confirming that the boys were staying at Stacy's for the night, Y/N had proceeded to just immediately begin to put Sadie down for the night upon arriving home.

She heard the garage door opening with Emmett's own arrival home just as she was closing Sadie's bedroom door behind her, and after heading back downstairs, Y/N stepped into the bathroom just as she heard Emmett walk in through the back door.

Entering the house, Emmett removed his coat and boots, and then walked into the kitchen, the smell of cookies still lingering in the air. After quietly calling out for Y/N, she replied to him from the bathroom, saying she'd be right out, and Emmett headed into the living room and exhaustedly dropped himself onto the sofa.

Resting his head back against the cushion, Emmett closed his eyes and relished the peace and quiet as he sat with the room softly illuminated by the lights of the Christmas tree. But after a few moments, he was brought out of it when Y/N quietly called for him from the kitchen.

"Em? Can you come here for a sec? I need your help with something."

Opening his eyes, Emmett stared up at the ceiling and inhaled deeply before lifting his head and standing up. He'd never refuse to do anything for Y/N, but at this point in the evening, he hoped she wasn't going to ask him to start wrapping presents, signing Christmas cards, or anything like that. He was ready to check out for the night.

Upon entering the kitchen, Emmett looked and could see just Y/N's hand gripping the edge of the refrigerator door as she stood behind it, clearly retrieving something from the fridge. As he stopped at the island, Emmett waited for her to tell him whatever it was she needed his help with.

"Can you just help me get all those cookies in the Tupperware?" she asked him from behind the refrigerator door. She outstretched her hand to point to the Tupperware sitting on top of the island, and Emmett replied with a "Sure" before beginning to box up the cookies.

Once she knew he was occupied, Y/N finally stepped out from behind the refrigerator door and closed it, then stepped across the floor in her bare feet to stop across from Emmett at the island. While his head was still down, she spoke again.

"Thanks, babe, I've gotta get those all packaged up to drop off to everyone on Monday." She kept her eyes on Emmett as she spoke, and she waited until he looked up to continue. When he did, she finished. "I'll get you some more parchment paper to line the containers."

As Emmett looked up, it took him a minute to register what was off about what he saw. Y/N was standing across from him at the island in the apron she'd had on earlier, but something was different. After a moment, he realized that her arms were bare beneath it, and when he looked more closely, it almost seemed like she didn't have a shirt on underneath. But he was absolutely not prepared for what he saw after she'd spoken again.

"I'll get you some more parchment paper to line the containers," she said, and as she did, she turned around and lifted her arms up for the cabinet above the stove.

Upon her turning around, Emmett was met with the site of her gorgeous, naked backside beneath the apron, the strings around her neck and waist the only pieces of fabric obstructing his view. As he realized she was completely naked beneath the apron, his heart rate increased and his eyes raked over her, his gaze lowering down her back and landing on the flawless skin and the beautiful, luscious rounds of her gorgeous ass. As she rose on her tiptoes to reach into the cabinet, he caught sight of more of her bare thighs as they came into view from across the island. Once she'd lowered back down with the box of parchment paper in hand, she slowly turned around, and as she did, Emmett could also see the profile of her perfect, plump breasts through the sides of the apron, the front of it barely wide enough to cover her nipples as she turned to fully face him once more. With each second, Emmett registered more and more exactly what was going on, and he could quickly feel his blood rushing south to his cock.

As she stood across the island from Emmett and turned her back to him, Y/N smiled to herself, but maintained a neutral tone as she spoke and took the box out of the cabinet. Upon turning around, which she did with intentional slowness to allow Emmett to take in the sight of her, she continued to behave as if nothing was out of the ordinary, lowering back down to the balls of her feet and setting the parchment paper down on the counter.

"Sorry we're doing this now, but the mall was just so crazy busy that I couldn't get home any earlier," Y/N said, moving to place a few cookies in an empty Tupperware and feeling Emmett's eyes on her, knowing that by now, he'd realized what she was up to. Still, she continued her game. "Luckily, tomorrow, we can just relax."

Emmett still had said nothing, but when she looked up at him and their eyes met, Y/N could see the fire in his gaze.

"Once you finish up that one, can you do one more?" she asked him innocently, and then she looked down again to resume moving some cookies into her own Tupperware. After a moment, she turned around again to give Emmett another view of her ass as she pretended to be reaching for something near the sink.

While her back was still to him, Y/N heard Emmett shift and then begin to slowly walk around his side of the island to hers, all the while remaining silent. After turning back from the sink, she reached for the lid of her Tupperware, still acting completely innocent, when she felt the heat of Emmett's body as he came to a stop directly behind her. Standing there, he still said nothing, but Y/N smiled to herself again as she heard him breathing heavily through his nose, something he always did when he was aroused but trying to maintain his composure.

Unbelievably turned on by the sight of Y/N's naked body beneath that sexy little apron, Emmett's cock was painfully stiff as he made his way over to her. Knowing she was playing this little game and intentionally riling him up, he took his time, moving slowly and remaining silent in order to get Y/N just as worked up as he was. He knew she was expecting a reaction, and he'd give her one, but not without causing a few anticipatory shivers to run through her first. She loved this back and forth between them as much as he did, yet she never learned her lesson, much to both their enjoyment.

Still standing behind her, trying to control his breathing, Emmett continued to hungrily admire Y/N's bare ass for another moment before he finally stepped forward and pressed himself against her, his hardened bulge pressing into her naked ass through his pants. Still, she kept moving as if nothing out of the ordinary was going on, and it wasn't until Emmett reached out from behind her and grabbed her forearms that she finally stilled.

"What exactly do you think you're doing?" he asked her lowly, his voice deep with arousal.

"I'm just finishing off these cookies," she replied, her voice sweetly innocent as she answered him over her shoulder. "Is that a problem?"

Releasing her forearms, Emmett then backed up a step and lowered his hands, bringing them to Y/N's backside and smoothing his palms over her soft, taut skin and relishing the feel of her curves. Squeezing each of her cheeks in his hands, he then leaned forward once more, speaking lowly in her ear as he continued to squeeze and caress her bottom.

"The only problem I see is that you just got bumped off Santa's nice list," Emmett growled, raising his hands upwards and around to Y/N's front, sliding his palms up her torso beneath the apron and coming to a stop at her breasts, cupping each of them in his hands and then pinching her nipples as he finished. "Because what you're up to right now is extremely, extremely naughty."

After he spoke, Emmett massaged Y/N's breasts and thrusted his hips forward into her ass several times, allowing her to feel exactly what she was doing to him. Biting her lip and then smiling to herself, Y/N responded by wiggling back against Emmett's cock, feeling the rough texture of his jeans on her bare bottom. As Emmett then pinched her nipples again, she additionally felt the slickness of her arousal building between her thighs.

"I thought you liked a naughty girl?" Y/N said to him, her tone sensually teasing. And when she felt Emmett lower his hands from her breasts to the strings of the apron tied at the small of her back, her heart skipped a beat.

"Oh, I do," Emmett replied, his voice still dangerously low as he spoke and untied the apron from behind her. "But you see, being put on the naughty list means you don't get any presents. Is that what you want, princess?"

The apron now untied at her back, Emmett raised his hands to her neck and lifted the apron off her, dropping it on the floor and leaving Y/N completely naked before him. When he planted his hands on her waist, she lifted her own hands and laid them atop his, speaking over her shoulder as she wiggled her ass against his cock once more.

"How about just one present?" she said to him, and then she lifted Emmett's hands and placed them on her breasts again. "Even though I'm naughty, there's one present that I really...", she ground against him again, "....really...", she wiggled once more, "...want."

At that, Emmett squeezed her breasts roughly before then dropping his hands and grabbing her hips once more, turning her around to face him, her back pressed against the island.

"You're pushing your luck, princess," Emmett said then, his mouth hovering dangerously close to hers as he spoke. "You're just moving your name higher and higher up on that naughty list."

Y/N smiled seductively and then leaned forward the tiniest bit, bringing her lips in contact with Emmett's as she skimmed them over his mouth teasingly but didn't quite kiss him.

"Well, since I'm already on the list, I may as well make the most of it," she said. Then she lowered her hands to Emmett's waistband and slowly began opening his jeans. "But you didn't answer my question: don't I deserve even one present?"

Lifting his shirt up and over his head, Emmett dropped it blindly to the floor before then helping Y/N push his jeans down his waist and stepping out of them. She then tugged his boxers down and he stepped out of those as well, and Y/N's palm immediately wrapped around Emmett's stiff, warm cock. As she began slowly pumping him in her hand, he answered her.

"I'm gonna give you exactly what you deserve, princess, but trust me when I say that by the time we're done, your name will never be able to get off that list."

Running her thumb over Emmett's tip, she leaned forward and placed a sensual kiss on his neck as he hissed out a breath at her touch.

"Fine by me," Y/N said against his neck, "so long as I get this one present." She stroked him again in emphasis as she spoke, and after she did, Emmett turned her around once more and bent her forward over the island, her ass arched up towards him as he moved her.

Just before he slipped his cock between her wet folds, Emmett leaned forward himself and swept Y/N's hair over her shoulder as he spoke in her ear.

"Lucky for you, my hands are warmer this time."

Being on the naughty list definitely had its advantages.

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Thomas and his love for May

EVERY INCH OF YOU

Raymond Leon x Reader

Word count: 2.1k

Warnings: angst, smut, fluff

A/N: interact please!

Summary: The best day of the year turns out to be a nightmare, at first. At least until Y/N goes looking for safety within the so familiar arms of a man she pushed away. Was sacrificing their friendship worth it?

Y/N couldn't believe what was happening. Her eyes opened wide at the… sight, or more like the sound coming from one of the cabins. The party she attended with her long term boyfriend turned into the worst nightmare. All the time wasted, broken promises and times she defended him to her friends playing on the back of her mind, as the obnoxious sounds of Luke having sex with another woman made Y/N stop in her tracks, unable to breathe.

Only when tears spilled down her cheeks, she almost ran out of the bathroom, the door slamming shut. Her eyesight was completely blurry, only the blinding lights and familiar faces occasionally blinked through the blur, some people calling out her name or slowly making their way to her, wanting to talk probably until they saw the state she was in.

“Y/N!” She heard shouting from behind out of a sudden, and without turning around or thinking she pushed through the crowd, not wanting to see or talk to him. “wait! It's not like that! Please!”

Luke's voice became more distant as the distance grew between them, because she managed to escape much quicker being smaller in size than he was. She fell out the door straight onto the sidewalk, rain mercilessly pouring from the sky. Drenching her to the last thread in mere seconds.

Hearing the footsteps behind her, Y/N tripped lightly, slipping in her heels and twisting her ankle which caused her to groan weakly. Knowing she had little to no time, Y/N quickly took off her high heels, clutching them in her hand as she ran through the street barefoot, not affording to care what other people thought seeing her in such a state. Only a couple streets away she managed to catch a cab, jumping in on autopilot. After telling the driver the right address, she pulled out her phone from the slightly wet purse, wiping the screen and doing her best to stop sobbing, immediately clicking the right contact.

Are you home?

She sent mindlessly and a reply came less than two minutes later. On the other side of the screen, he furrowed his brows seeing the message. It was a well known fact that THAT day she was going to celebrate with her long-term boyfriend, so he didn't expect to hear from her anytime soon.

R: What happened?

He typed out, sensing something bad. After knowing Y/N for a decade, Ray knew her better than his own pocket, even though she cut down on the contact with him lately, because Luke felt insecure about their friendship. He couldn't say he was surprised, because he wasn't. Even though he never admitted anything, nor to Y/N or himself, he knew there was… something else to their friendship, and he never strayed from flirting with her whenever an opportunity appeared, despite knowing how pointless it was.

As soon as Y/N read the message, she knew he was home. If he'd be at work, Raymond wouldn't respond nearly as quickly as he did. Shoving her phone back into her purse, she didn't bother with an answer, instead wiped the tears off her face, gaining back some eyesight as she realised that she reached her destination.

After handing the money, she got out of the car, also barefoot, quickly making her way to the right apartment.

Water was dripping from her dress, hair and every single inch of her skin, making her look and feel less than presentable but at this particular moment, she didn't care. All Y/N needed right now was to finally make the right choice, and… finally feel beautiful.

Raymond was pacing back and forth in his living room, impatiently waiting for a text back that never came. He was quite worried, uneasy and absolutely stressed, so when he registered the knocking on the door, he immediately darted to the corridor.

The last thing he'd expect to see was Y/N, standing in the doorway barefoot, with smudged makeup and wet hair. But before he could ask, she walked in, dropped everything she was holding to the floor and her hands immediately clutched onto his shirt, pushing him onto the wall. Her lips pressed against his own tightly, immediately demanding access to his tongue, deepening the kiss. For a moment he froze, caught off guard by her sudden bold move. But then his lips responded fiercely, kissing Y/N back with bruising intensity as years of pent-up tension boiled over. One hand tangled in her hair while the other gripped the hip possessively, pulling her body flush against his hard planes. Neither of them cared about her belongings, or the floor getting absolutely wet. Raymond's mind went blank for a longer moment, but when he finally pulled back slightly, his eyes took in the sight of her teary face. He grasped her face, tilting it up to meet her eyes. Breathing deeply, clearly affected by the sudden closeness, Raymond asked.

“What happened?” In a whisper, his stomach churning at the sight of sadness drawn all over her pretty face.

Y/N just shook her head, squeezing her eyes shut as her hands balled into fists, holding him close as if she was scared he'd completely pull away.

“Please. Please, Ray,” She managed to stutter out, before kissing him again. Y/N’s hands travelled underneath his shirt, tracing his muscles and freckles skin with her cold fingers, causing him to hiss quietly.

Raymond's eyes fell shut at the sensation, his heart pounding in his chest impossibly fast. He couldn't believe it was happening, her touch infatuating him like nothing else he ever felt in his long life.

Y/N clearly had no patience to take it to the bedroom, as she took off his shirt, then reached back towards the zipper of her dress, pulling it down. Raymond held her hips, pulling her close as he moved onto her neck, kissing and sucking marks on her skin. He felt like it was all a dream, completely helpless and weak trying to fight against the way her scent made him feel. Wrapping him from every single way, making him burn for more.

As her dress pooled down to their feet, his breath hitched, seeing Y/N reaching back to open her bra.

In that one moment his subconsciousness seemed to wake up, when Raymond saw a few tears streaming down her face. Clutching gently her hands, he pressed his chest to her own, keeping the material from falling, not letting her bare herself in front of him completely. Swiftly moving them around, Y/N ended up pressed to the wall. He held her wrists, caressing her skin as their noses brushed against each other once more.

“Tell me” he urged, seeing the sadness in the form of tears. She let out a quiet sigh, before burying her fingers in his hair gently.

“He… cheated on me.” She confessed quietly, feeling ashamed of her own choices that led to this moment. But he didn't let her drown, grasping her chin and tilting her head up once again. Their eyes meeting, and Y/n relaxed in the way he held her gaze. She braced herself for the upcoming pity she expected, like people always give hearing such a news.. but it never came.

“He never deserved you.” Raymond said, his voice a little rougher, almost tender despite the desire. “Not a single second he spent by your side.”

Y/N smiled through the tears, caressing his cheek with a hand for a second before pulling him to the bedroom. Pressing their bodies together once again, her hands running up and down his thighs as her tongue licked stripes over his pulse.

“I need you, Raymond. I need you to do what you have always wanted.” She whispered, breaching the silent agreement they had, to never address what was happening between them. Never cross the line, but it was too late now.

He groaned deeply, turning her around as his chest pressed to her back, greedy hands touching every inch of her skin like a man starved. Y/N was going soft in his touch, completely vulnerable and on his mercy, small gasps leaving her mouth with every kiss he was giving her.

Every touch, every whisper, every sound pushing past her lips was making him dizzy, his manhood throbbing so hard, he felt like he'd pass out when suddenly he heard her voice.

“Make me feel special, Ray. Please.” She almost begged, making his heart shatter with the tone of voice she used.

He stilled behind her small form, seeming to wrestle with himself for a long moment as he felt his throat tightening. He was never good at talking at… explaining his feelings. But Raymond couldn't get rid of the feeling that THAT was his moment and he couldn't afford to lose it. When he spoke again, his voice was deeper.

“You're so fucking special.” He stuttered out in a weaker voice, slightly trembling. His fingers held her a little tighter, almost like she'd turn into ash anytime. “No one can compare to you. In every woman I meet I look for you, but it's never enough. You're… you're a work of art, Y/N.” His voice turned more husky, but with each sentence it was easier to… talk. She was trembling in his hold as he turned her around, meeting her teary gaze once again. Taking a step forward, Raymond forced her to step back, her knee touching the bed frame while he slowly laid her down, climbing onto the mattress, gaze never faltering.

One large hand caressed slowly down her spine as the other reached around to cup her perfect breast, kneading the soft flesh.

“That pathetic boy never deserved you. He's a blind fool who couldn't appreciate perfection if it slapped him in the face.” He whispered into her ear, kissing her neck.

He rolled the nipple between his fingers, pinching lightly. “But I see you. Every inch of you, inside and out. And I'm going to worship you like the goddess you are, until you forget that worthless prick even exists.” As he finished, Y/N sighed deeply, stopping him with a hand on his chest, making him raise an eyebrow in question.

“Raymond, it's… it's not about him, I'm not heartbroken, just… I'm ashamed of the way I treated you. I should have never listened to him.” She confessed quietly, her lip getting wobbly at the pure beauty he was looking at her with. Raymond cupped her cheek, leaning down until their lips were brushing against each other. His eyes shone like never before.

“Forgiven” He whispered with a smirk, kissing Y/n deeply for a couple long moments, making her feel absolutely melty. Slowly pulling away, Raymond locked his gaze on her own, lowering himself onto her collarbone and leaving a little kiss, followed by another and another. Carefully making his way down, he kissed every imperfection, every lovely inch of her being. Slowly kissing away the sadness she held in her heart. “Beautiful” he murmured every now and then. Avoiding where she needed him the most and going lower until he caught her leg, lifting her ankle to kiss it too.

Only then, going up, Ray rubbed his rough hands up and down her inner thighs making her squirm.

“Patience” He growled quietly, lowering his head to kiss her in the right place. Y/n writhed in the sheets as he kissed, licked and sucked her delicate spots, bringing her to the verge of tears as eventually orgasm flowed over her mind so hard she became dizzy. Seconds later he hung above her like a raincloud, pressing his lips to her own, letting her taste the sweetness he got to finally try.

“Please” She squealed, unable to wait any longer, and he listened, lining up his cock with her entrance.

“You're so special. So–o fucking s–special” He stuttered out with a groan, slowly filling her up as she wrapped an arm around his neck, feeling the need to have him as close as possible. “To me” he finished quietly, squeezing his eyes shut at the heavenly sensation.

Raymond couldn't say that, not yet, he didn't remember how these words sound from his lips just yet, and Y/N understood it. He needed time to wrap his head around the change in their relationship. Kissing his jaw, Y/N pressed their foreheads together.

“I love you too”

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