Request// Can you do a imagine of Tommy where the reader is younger than him? @yomairagotpb
Request// Would you consider doing a Tommy Shelby imagine where the reader is quite a bit younger than Tommy and a family friend that helps with the business killing. The reader doesn’t date or anything until Tommy finally professes his feelings and takes her virginity A bit rough Dirty smut pretty please
*You asked for smut and I’m about to hella deliver. Cover your eyes if you can’t handle dirty words! In all honesty, it’s my best attempt after a week of contemplation. Someone please teach me the secret to writing good smut!! I’m going to try to put out at least one more work before Friday because I’m getting my wisdom teeth taken out and no one would want to read anything I right then haha. xoxox*
Same time every week. Like clockwork. Tommy knew to have your pay ready and on his desk by noon every Wednesday so you could pick it up before going to the market. This had been ‘the usual’ for years, and it seemed you had fooled Thomas into even enjoying your momentary visits. Of course, all the men in the shop had if he were to be honest. There was only one notion that had kept him from lashing out passively in a jealous pique or even pursuing you further when he realized just how enamored he’d become with you: you were younger buy some extent, nearby 10 years.
It didn’t help that your family was one of very little the Shelbys could call friends because if a rendezvous were to come about, all secrets would come to light in the eyes of your mother and father. In truth, your position in the company was no longer what it used to be, though they didn’t need to know that. Your father had served in the war, and while he would never be able to walk again, you thanked the Lord everyday that he even came home, consumed at the time on how his older age than most boys he fought with would not excuse him from enemy fire. Your mother had worked in a factory while your dad was away, but to make ends meet, you took up a position at Shelby Company Ltd. the woman you knew as you own aunt Polly had offered you while her nephews were on the battlefront. When the war had ended and the boys had come home, you were sure you would be unemployed. In truth it had been a surprise to all how useful and imperative you became. The only catch was that you duties became more than just helping keep the books like when you were 14. Tommy had gotten you in on exporting malt whiskey to the United States and even ending a couple of the sad lives of those who fucked over the Peaky Blinders. Not that you would say so, but you liked to think of yourself as the first ‘peaky boy.’ Now you were a lone wolf, only ever stopping in when you were called and for your pay as well as weekly updates.
Recently I have been SO stressed out because I almost have too many POT’s and SD’s that I know what to do with. I had to start making some cuts and weigh out the pros and cons.
Be with an SD you’re EXCITED to see.
That may seem impossible depending on the appearance of your SD but I’m kind of a shallow snob and only pick guys I’m decently attracted to. But Mr. Limelight (pictured above…OMG he’s stunning.) is someone that I get SO excited to see even though he is the CHEAPEST out of all of them. $200 per meet. You know why? Not only is he stunning, but he’s so much fun to be around, he compliments me so genuinely, thinks I’m the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen…. I feel wanted and secured by this man. (I wish i was 10 years older so he’d find me appropriate to date exclusively lol)
Mr. Christian Loubitoun, who I haven’t made a post about yet, is a much older man who looks that way, texts me with the sweetest texts. He’ll send me pictures on his trips of things he bought, because he thought about me. We have wonderful, intellectual conversation and I know would never put me in danger.
DON’T make yourself suffer to be with someone because of the money.
I’ve been offered a shit ton of money, a place of my own (as long as he could stay when he visits) and so on. But I couldn’t stand him. I couldn’t stand his appearance, his overly sexual desire to just abuse me (theoretically) because he had money. If I dreaded seeing him, why would I put myself to suffer more when spending an hour with him would make me want to throw up. There’s only so much bullshit Sugar Baby acting you can do before it shows on your face. It’s not worth it, I promise. Remember, self worth doesn’t mean the money you obtain.
If he treats you like he’s paying you, leave. Don’t get disrespected.
YOU are a beautiful woman. Regardless of our title as a sugar baby, I still expected to be treated like such. All my SD’s love me because I treat them like a vanilla boyfriend. We’re basically a paid girlfriend without the drama. But you’re not going to text me at 2am at night horny as hell expecting me to get you off. (only) For example, I had a SUPER hot ex baseball player over me but ALL HE WANTED TO DO WAS FUCK. He never took me out, he never texted me other than “I want you to come over.” NOPE. I don’t care how hot you are, I am not an escort or a call girl. (Although I love you ladies that are maybe I’ll hook you guys up hahaha) There was a post, if I can find it I’ll link it but she talked about how her POT made her hold out her hand and dangle the money in front of her. Her response was priceless, she ultimately let this man that she had self respect and he was a dick.
Just because he pays you, doesn’t mean he controls you. EVER.
I let my POTs know and SD’s know my expectations. When I’m with you, we’re together. If not, baby, you go do your own thing. I’m not controlling (nor should ANY Sugar Baby be…post coming soon about that) and I expect him to be the same. It’s okay to tell him you’re independent but that doesn’t mean you’ll deprive him of all of his needs.
Get an SD or POT who understands how this works.
The GOOD Sugar daddies will compensate you for your time, even if it’s a first meet up. They understand how it works, they know getting intimate out in public, (unless you initiate it) is not okay. They know you have bills that need to be paid properly and respect you time and goals as long as it’s reciprocated.
The Reality of Getting Intimate With An Sugar Daddy for the First Time. (Part 1)
I feel like no talks about this. Social media is a cultural preference on how we only perceive the happy and successful parts of our lives. Tumblr is a wonderful example of showing off our money, bags, shoes, vacations from our Sugar Daddies. Life is just perfect, right? But what’s actually going through your mind when a Sugar Daddy gets intimate?
Are there hot sugar daddies out there? Absolutely! However, most are not for the price you want.
Tonight I went out with Mr. Louboutin. He’s a short, older man, 48 salt and pepper hair, big nose, old man stash… Very sweet and I enjoy conversations with him. Not to mention his pay outs have been pretty good. They range from $500 per meet up (so far) but this was the first time I got intimate with him.
When you first start out as a Sugar baby, you only look for attractive guys. Then slowly but surely it turns into what you can tolerate for the money.
When I met Mr. Louboutin I thought, yeah sure, I could fuck this guy. The conversation was there, attraction? Eh. it was okay, but for the price and what he offered? Piece of cake.
When going out to dinner with an SD you’re not really attracted to, you make up all kinds of bullshit smalltalk to prolong the night so you can escape easier saying, ‘It’s getting late.” You may also order another drink, dessert, ect. We’ve all done this.
Mr. Louboutin and I left the bar and he wanted to “drive me back to my car” even though it was literally a 30 step walk. I got into his car and he started driving around. I wasn’t sure what he was going to do at this point until he drove by a parking garage and said, “We could go in here for a few minutes.” Every story we went up my stomach just turned, like “Oh god… here we go.”
3) The pep talk.
Does anyone else do this? You give yourself a little pep talk to prepare you for what’s to come. You think about what exactly you’re going to do, what HOT GUY you’re going to think about when your eyes are closed kissing and doing things, how fast you could probably get him off and how. These were all things going through my mind.
4) Avoidance. The fight or flight.
There have been a couple times where I would flight. I just couldn’t and make up some random excuse not to sleep with them. This happens and it’s OKAY.
This is where closing your eyes and picturing someone else comes into play. You try to tune out their sounds they’re making, or seeing their crusty old dick. (sorry) Since I was in the car I just kept making out with him, or if my eyes were open while getting him off with my hand, I kept my eyes on his. I swear if I would have saw his dick I would have just thrown up.
5) The Payment
Thank god most older guys get off pretty fast and the relief is almost what makes it all worth it. $500 for 10 minutes? Not too shabby.
*** read Part 2 (click for link to post) with my thoughts on this.
Hunk lost track of how long he and Coran spent just watching Lance sleep.
Almost as if they were afraid that if they looked away for a second the steady rise and fall of his chest would stop.
At some point the ear of the cuddly toy had made its way into Lance’s mouth, but neither could bring them self to risk disturbing him.
The door slid open and Shiro walked in “how’d he doing?” He asked only to revive glaring and shushing noises as a response.
“Sorry” Shiro whispered joining him by the bed.
“It’s ok, just the longer he sleeps the less he has to worry about.” Hunk sighed.
“Allura’s taking us back to the space mall so we pick up some supplies…”
Hunk looked at him for a moment before chuckling quietly “let me guess you need to know what that is.”
Shiro nodded his cheeks reddening “yeah, honestly none of us have any experience with kids, i mean we know Lance is still… well lance but..”
Hunk put a hand on his shoulder “don’t worry I get it. I’ve got lots of younger cousins so I’ll make you a list.” He smiled as he headed for the door.
“Coran I need your assistance in the main area.” Allura’s voice announced over the the intercoms.
“Oh dear.” Coran looked at Lance then at Shiro. “I’m afraid I’m needed my boy.”
Shiro’s eyes widened realising what it meant. “Wait.”
“I just need you to keep an eye on Lance, I doubt he will even wake up.”
Shiro wanted to argue but the older man was already hurrying out of the room leaving just Shiro and Lance alone.
Shiro looked down at the blue paladin.
He looked fine. Of course other then the sudden regression he seemed like a perfectly normal four year old, if a little small.
He sat down in a chair by the edge of the bed.
“Oh Lance…” Shiro sighed brushing the hair from his face.
A small whine came from Lance and Shiro froze internally begging that he wouldn’t wake up.
Slowly Lance’s eyes opened, he looked around for a moment then up at Shiro.
Shiro held his breath.
Then Lance’s eyes filled with tears as he backed away to the edge of the bed.
“H-hey it’s ok!” Shiro said, failing to hide the panic in his voice.
This only seemed to make things worse as small sobs began to rack the boy’s body, tears falling freely down his cheeks.
Shiro tried to reach for him hoping physical contact would help.
However no sooner had his fingers brushed Lance’s skin did he begin to scream.
A scream filled with uncontrollable terror as he backed right up against the guard.
“Lance calm down what’s wrong?!” Shiro asked pulling his hand away like he was burnt.
Lance stared up at him, blue eyes large and wet.
“W-who are you? Where’s my mama?”
Alfred stared over Bruce’s shoulder as he typed, shamelessly eavesdropping before going upstairs to make pho.
“There are many things I have learned that I thought were beyond me,” he said, shaking his head, “but this, I fear, is my limit. I will never decipher this.”
Bruce stopped typing to look up at him from the computer chair in front of the batcomputer.
“Alfred, this makes perfect sense. It’s not a foreign language.”
“I beg to differ,” Alfred insisted, raising an eyebrow. “That is nonsense.”
Bruce looked back down at the phone with a slight frown. He tipped it back so the older man could see.
“I asked if she wanted to come eat with me at three. She asked if she should be masked, if Damian would be here, and where. I said here and that it was just us. She’s agreed to come. I don’t know how that’s complicated.”
“I can only hope you remain alive until you provide me with a dictionary of some sort. Otherwise, she’ll be lost to us.”
“I think you’re being dramatic. She’s easy to understand if you just think about it.”
Alfred sighed, again.
“I am not surprised that you have bonded with her when you both suffer such difficulties in communication, but you will permit me to be bewildered that you bonded over communication.”
He began walking toward the elevator; there was a three in the morning lunch to prepare.
“What communication difficulties?” Bruce called after him, grumbling. “Cass just makes sense.”
“ I could never.. I would never.. hate him. You have to understand that. no matter what happens, I love him, sometimes I feel like I always have.” Scrubbed clean fingernails tap on the cool glass of her milkshake, her ponytail missing and replaced by loose blonde curls. Betty Cooper is tired, exhausted actually. Fp jones sits across from her in a booth hidden from prying eyes in the back of Pops Diner.
“I know that you love him, I see it in those pretty green eyes, but my son… he loves you too. He messes up, makes mistakes it’s in the Jones blood. I’m not asking you to forgive him, I’m telling you now, the things that he’s messed up in? I don’t want you anywhere near.” There’s a ferocity in the olders man jaded eyes, a determination she only ever sees directed at his son.
It’s quiet for a moment, Betty wants to reach over and hold her boyfriends fathers hand, wants to take a little of that weight off of his shoulders, if only for a minute. But she can’t, if he’s anything like his son she knows that pride can be a very fickle thing in that family.
“I’m mad.” She finally speaks, silky voice breaking the quiet “I’m angry that he kissed her, I’m angry that he didn’t wait, didn’t have enough faith in our relationship, didn’t see that something was wrong with me.” Her hands self consciously tug on the too short skirt she had worn to Fps welcome home party. It was so unlike her, so ridiculously foolish of her to think she could ever compare to sexy Toni Topaz.
“You have every right to be angry. Broken up or not, you loved him and seeing him with someone else, someone he has even the slightest of feelings for? It’s hard, I get it.” The serpent leader nodded his head towards the owner of the shop coming there way.
“welcome home Fp, good to see you back.” Pops smile was always enough to lessen the tension, his jolly disposition had the pair leaning back. “Thought you had a party going on over at that bar on the Southside tonight?” He questioned
Fp grinned, his eyes flickering back to Betty
“This is all I really wanted, a burger and fries from Pops, I’m not one for parties.”
The involuntary smile that graced Betty’s lips was light and soft, another thing Jughead had in common with his father.
“Well I’ve gotta say you’ve got the prettiest date in Riverdale.” Pops patted Betty on the head, she was his favorite costumer, he let that be known to anyone who asked.
“Just borrowing her from my son for a little bit, we managed to sneak out. What can I say? I always find myself here.” The scruffy man smirked, a secret shared between Pops and himself.
He had found her walking on the side of the road, he had seen it all, her sexual performance, the insane amount of cheersthat had followed and then of course.. the fight.
Jughead had yelled, threw his hands in the air and asked her what the hell she was thinking? Who she was? Why she was acting like this? And she had yelled right back, shoved him hard and screamed that if he didn’t like who she was he could go spend the night with the Toni again. It had been brutal and had ended with Jughead storming off into the White Wyrm leaving Betty outside, stomping to the main road.
She was expecting quite a walk in her barefeet, wedges clutched in her bleeding palms. Jughead had been her ride. But then she heard it, the familiar voice of her boyfriends father
“In the car green eyes, im starving and pretzels aren’t really doing the trick.”
So she did, Hopped right in and pulled the flannel Jughead had left from earlier over her shoulders. That’s what brought them to where they were now
“Well let me go get you that burger and fries Same for you Betty Boop?” Pops questioned, ducking his eyes to find hers.
She popped two thumbs up and smiled her very best Betty Cooper smile as he walked away.
Fp sighed, his arms flexing behind his head
“I wasn’t lying, this is all I thought about in prison, lounging In Pops dusty leather booth with a milkshake and a burger..”
Betty smiled back
“With your sons weepy girlfriend across from you?”
“Wouldn’t have it any other way.”
Betty rolled her eyes playfully, her stomach already unclenching and her pent up anxiety melting away like the strawberry milkshake in front of her. She popped the straw in between her lips.
“So you really didn’t want a party? Jughead was so convinced this is what you would want.” Betty pushed her milkshake over to Fp, giggling when he nearly drained the entire glass with a wiggle of his eye brows
“I appreciate the thought but I’m tired. Im an old man Green eyes, I don’t want any part of this. I don’t want Jughead involved either but it seems that ship had sailed.” He sighed, eyes tired and worried.
“If I had known.. if I had been around..” Betty bit down on her lip.
“It’s most definitely not your fault little one. Jughead made his own choices, most of them to protect me and of course you and Archie. He’s selfless and the smartest kid I know but he sure can be stupid.”
Betty giggled again
“Yeah but he’s our smart and stupid.”
Fps eyes softened
“Is he? Is he yours?”
She knew what he was doing, trying to fix things in a way that didn’t feel like prying, that was something she appreciated something she had never experienced with her own parents.
“Yeah.” Betty sighed “Yeah, he is.”
It was almost something out of a movie, the front doors to pops swung open revealing a drenched Jughead, his leather jacket plastered to his body and his beanie missing, his eyes scanned the Diner frantically before they landed on Betty and his father, he stumbled backwards for a minute before he raced towards the booth.
“Aha, The serpent approaches.” Fp kicked Betty underneath the table lightly, his eyes sparkling. Betty couldn’t help but smile as Jughead nearly slid to a stop.
“Betty.. Betty I’m so sorry, I was looking everywhere for you. The way I acted the stupid shit I said.. I wasn’t angry at you I just.. I’m so stupid.. “
That sentence had both Betty and Fp looking at each other with completely amused smiles, betty tugged Jughead down into the space beside her, Pressing a slow and sure kiss to his lips, his whole body melting under her touch. Relief pouring through every pore.
“Yeah but your our stupid.” She beamed snuggling into her boyfriends side as he stared dazed and confused at his father.
People were so shocked by some of the things that I did. It should be more shocking that when I was 11 or 12, I was put in full hair and makeup, a wig, and told what to wear by a group of mostly older men. I didn’t want to become any sort of man hater because I love all humans; I am a humanitarian.
Hunk had already gotten the permission for his group mates to come over for their group report in two days. Daddy Shiro was in the kitchen so he introduced his friends then proceeded to the living room where they would be staying for the afternoon. Pidge and Lance came and went to grab snacks but paid no mind to them. It wasn’t until Jake excused himself to pee. They didn’t even notice he was gone for more than 20 minutes when he came back looking very sick.
“Dude, you okay?” Hunk asked.
“I just saw your older brother make out with your father on my way back here,” he answered in disgust. “What is wrong with them?”
“What? You mean Lance?” Hunk raised an eyebrow.
“No!” Jake shook his head. “Not him. The Asian one. Long hair. Why do you condone this behavior? This—” he stopped as his eyes widened as Daddy Keith passed by them going quickly to the clinic but paused upon seeing the teenage kids in their living room.
“HIM!” Jake pointed at the newcomer.
Hunk’s Dad had to stop to take a step back at the weird unknown accusation.
“Why would you make out with your father?” Jake asked, looking really mad. “That’s incest! Isn’t he like 30 years older than you or something?”
“Excuse me?” Daddy Keith asked, clearly offended as he stepped closer.
Hunk was just left speechless. He didn’t know what to do.
“Dude, that’s Hunk’s other Da—” Diana whispered as she tugged Jake’s jeans.
“I happen to be married to my husband,” Dad answered with such a tone that Hunk didn’t really love hearing. “And he is not 30 years older, but only a few months.”
“You’re gay?” Jake gasped out loud. The room got too quiet and Hunk noticed Daddy Shiro emerged from the kitchen to check what the commotion was all about. Jake’s eyes darted towards his Dads and then to Hunk. “You have homosexual adoptive parents?!”
Hunk saw his Dad wince at the label. Before anyone could react, Jake grabbed his bag. “I’m leaving. This house is owned by disgusting people and I don’t want to be here anymore. It’s just so wrong.” He looked at Hunk and added, “Why would you choose to stay in this kind of family? I thought you were great, Hunk. But right now, I guess you’re just plain stupid. Next thing you’ll know, you’ll be gay just like your so-called parents. Another wasted potential. Oh and I’ll ask to be transferred to another group tomorrow.”
And just like that, Jake headed to the main door to leave. However, Daddy Keith made his move towards the same direction and Daddy Shiro was too late to do anything to stop him.
“Hey!” His Dad shouted and Jake turned around. “I can let it pass you disrespecting me and my husband who probably earn more monthly than both your homophobic family combined yearly, but there’s no way you’re stepping out of my front porch without apologizing to my son who, in the first place, did nothing wrong to you and was kind enough to offer a venue to work on a group report you will surely fail.”
“Excuse me?” Jake scoffed.
“Did I fucking stutter?” The older man challenged. “Or do you want me to call your unemployed father who does nothing but drink and cheat with 3 women for you to understand simple English, Jake Anderson?”
“How the hell do you know my name?”
“How the hell do you not know my name?” Daddy Keith retorted and looked back at Hunk, his face displaying a playful smirk. “Looks like someone’s not reading who wrote the book that you will be presenting about.” He turned back to Jake and mocked, “Guess someone’s just plain stupid.”
Hunk could tell everyone was engrossed with what was happening and they all were trying to restrain themselves from snorting.
“I haven’t got all day,” Dad snapped, glancing at his wristwatch.
Jake looked like he’d rather die on the spot than apologize to Hunk. There was a spark of hope that perhaps he’d do the right thing, however, the guy just turned around to leave with clenched fists while angrily saying “No.”
Daddy Keith let out a deep sigh. “God, children these days.” He turned back and frowned at Hunk, grabbing him to envelop him into a hug. “You okay?” He cupped Hunk’s face as he kissed his forehead.
“I’m actually more concerned if you’re okay if I’m being honest,” Hunk smiled.
“Mr. Daddy Keith, I legit thought you were gonna punch him in the nose!” Mika said with such enthusiasm. “I was sad you didn’t. I never liked Jake anyway. He farts way too much and blames someone else.”