Tommy Shelby Wanting To Get You Pregnant Would Include...

Tommy Shelby wanting to get you pregnant would include...

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Warnings: breeding kink, swearing, smut

Tommy Shelby Wanting To Get You Pregnant Would Include...

It all comes out of the blue really

Some fella had tried chatting you up at the pub, not realising whose wife you were, and that night, tommy had slammed you up against the shut bedroom door, pressing needy , sloppy kisses to your lips

You loved him like this- having him utterly desperate for you made you feel so powerful, having Tommy Shelby practically on his knees for you

Such feelings of power were very quickly demolished as he pulled you away from the door and towards the bed, pushing you down on the bed, his broad thighs on either side of you as he pinned your arms above your head

“You’re fucking mine, YN,” he grumbled, his voice harsh though not with anger.

You could tell by the stormy spark in his eyes that he was brimming with protective possessiveness, feathers clearly ruffled by the stranger’s drunken flirting.

You tease him about this (of course) rolling your eyes playfully, though he quickly shut you up by pressing open mouthed kisses to your throat, tongue tracing your pulse point before he left a small but dark mark.

The first of many

Eventually he ends up on his back, shirtless and stripped down to his underwear as you straddle him, stark naked but for the string of pearls around your neck, hanging most temptingly between your breasts

Tommy can’t resist, his hands that are resting on your waist trailing up to palm your breasts and pinch your nipples, tugging you down to mark your chest. You whine, rocking your hips and- holy fuck- he can feel your arousal on his shaft even through his underwear

“‘M yours, Tom,” you breathe, fingers curled tightly in his cropped hair. “All yours. Fill me up and prove it,”

He growls, and it’s almost primal, the sound making your innermost walls flutter with anticipation as he rolls you onto your back

“Want me to fill you up, Ay?” He groaned into your neck before squeezing your cheeks together and kissing your lips. “Want me to fill you with my cum until you’re full of my child?”

Your eyes roll back under the intensity of his gaze and you nod, desperately, trying to buck your hips up for something, anything

He nods, kissing you sweetly, before lining up with you

His thrusts are slow at first, and your eyes lock as he fucks you tenderly, gasping out and grasping onto any inch of one another

When you wrap your legs tight around his waist and rock your hips up to meet his, his slow pace goes right out the window (much to your satisfaction) and he fucks you with reckless abandon, holding you up against his chest as he pounds into you, his fingers digging bruises into your flesh

The first wave of your orgasm sends him over the edge and he stills, digging his nails into your shoulders as he pumps your womb full of his come, kissing your neck and cheek as you settle down from your highs

Over the next few weeks, you and Tommy fuck a LOT, discovering that the previous incident wasn’t just a result of tommy being jealous- you both want to at least try to start your family

Several months later, Tommy is thrilled to see his wife’s body swell with his baby, and his love of watching your pregnancy progress is very convenient, especially when your hormones kick in...

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Pregnancy Headcanons: Tommy Shelby

He stares at you for a solid minute after you tell him

“Fucking say something then?” You say rolling your eyes

He sets down his pen (you definitely told him in the office, just saying) and his face just breaks out into this GRIN

He’s utterly thrilled, and insists on taking you out to a posh restaurant that night

Long after you’ve fallen asleep however, he’s staring at the ceiling, mulling over everything. How you and your baby could be used against him... what if someone hurts you? It’ll be his fault if they do, whether or not he’s there

He rolls over, tugging you close and pressing his hands protectively against your belly, silently vowing to protect you and the baby no matter what

For the first few months you go about your relationship as normal- joking, fucking, staying up and out late (though you stay off the drink for the baby)

When you start to show properly, and after the doctor’s heard the heartbeat, he becomes much more protective- much to your dismay

“Tommy, I am crawling the walls in that house! You can’t keep me bundled up there for the next five months!”

He begrudgingly agrees, though whenever you go out to the market or the cafe, you get the feeling you’re being watched, and your suspicions are confirmed each time when a different blinder tips his cap to you in the street

Tommy tries to make time, he really does, and you appreciate it, even when he is called away in the dead of night or the crack of dawn

“I’ll be back later, darling, I promise. Take care of yourself, and the little one,” he murmurs each time, kissing your cheek

You often wake in the middle of the night to him slipping into bed in just his underwear, wrapping his arms around you

When the baby first starts to kick, you squeal, and he RUNS across the house, thinking you’re hurt

“Bloody hell, YN,” he says, though he grins like a madman as you beckon him over to feel your tummy

The novelty soon wears off- at 3 in the morning.

You groan, sitting up, patting your belly gently to soothe your wriggling child.

Tommy, a light sleeper when he’s sober, sits up, thinking there’s something wrong, and grins when you explain

He then lays you down and shimmies so his mouth is level with your swollen belly

He puts on his business face, the sort he makes when sealing a massive deal or threatening to end someone’s bloodline

“Oi. Stop kicking your mother, Ay? Let her sleep. That’s my wife you’re kicking, you little rascal,”

You love moments like this

Tommy talks to the bump quite a lot, and you love it, sitting reading and stroking his cropped hair, or lolling, half asleep as he tries to get the baby to settle so you can rest

As you near your due date, he grows more and more tetchy, every uncomfortable groan or gasp making him sit bolt upright, even if you’re just moaning about your ankles

Your waters break in the middle of the night and he FREAKS OUT

Not in front of you though, never in front of you

Instead he calmly kisses your forehead and tells you he’ll be back soon while he calls for the midwife.

And Polly.

And Ada.

And his brothers.

And Johnny Dogs

And uncle Charlie

He refuses to drink while you’re upstairs with the women, screaming and cursing tommy and his balls

“If he comes near me again, Polly, I will cut his cock off! I’m never sleeping with him again!”

He pales considerably at this

While he doesn’t drink, he chain smokes, getting through far too many ciggies as your cries echoe through the house

He PACES- it’s a wonder there’s not a dip in the floorboards

When, finally, a high pitched baby’s cry is heard, he freezes, turning to his kin slowly, cigarette forgotten in his fingers

“Fuck.” He says, eyes wide. “I’m a fucking dad,”

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