I Grew Up Watching Original Law And Order With My Parents. Started Watching Law And Order SVU S1E1 Mariska

I grew up watching original Law and Order with my parents. Started watching Law and order SVU S1E1 Mariska as Olivia was my favorite character for over 10yrs, I came to Love Raul Esparza as Barba, I know a few people that became Lawyers because his amazing character!!!! When he left half my heart went with him, I've lagged behind by half to a full season since but kept watching hoping that Kelli Giddish's and Peter Scanovino's characters would eventually get together! They finally do it's for in less than two seasons!!! Such a ripoff for us Rollisi fans! I don't know if I'll be watching anymore after season 24. I don't know if this has anything to do with Elliot's return and the cost of Law and order OC, perhaps more focus in the coming season will go to Elliot and Olivia but I'm over the idea of Bensler for a long time. I think Olivia deserves better after everything she's been through. I'm totally biased but would love to see Olivia and Barba together Barson!

Family Ties | Modern!Tommy Series

Summary: The Shelby’s will do anything for family. Warnings: Smut, 18+ Minors DNI, Mature themes.Use of the word 'Whore/Slut' Part: 8 Pairing: Modern!Tommy x Fem!Reader Requested: No Notes: Thank you for all the love on this series! It means so much!

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Part Eight - Present Day.

You were rooting through the back of the wardrobe, you knew you still had the items you were looking for, kept them as some kind of safety net, just incase.

Pulling the bag from the back you felt your heart skip, the old you inside this one bag.

Tommy hadn't even noticed you come into the kitchen, too busy trying his hardest to get the new coffee machine to actually give him coffee.

You watched him, leaning against the door frame. He had a deep look of concentration on his face, tongue peaking out between his lips, he was adorable, feisty but adorable.

"Need help?" You asked stepping into the kitchen knowing if you didn't intervene the machine would most probably be thrown out the back door, he turned to you looking defeated "why can't we just use the bloody kettle eh?"

"You can" you smiled, settling yourself between the kitchen side and his body.

He hadn't clocked the outfit you were wearing to busy watching as you skilfully brought the machine humming into life, "like magic" he laughed, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

You made a start on the coffee's, waiting for him to notice the choice of clothes, reaching for the sugar you felt his arm wrap around your waist.

"Who's this girl in my kitchen, eh?" he asked, spinning you round to face him, "better not let me wife find you" he teased.

"Will she be mad, Mr Shelby?" you replied, his forehead pressed to yours a smirk on his lips "definitely"

He stepped away from you, blue eyes dragging across your body, the ripped black jeans, the tight grey tshirt with the oversized cardigan thrown over the top, the girl he'd rescued from a run down bedsit in Castle Vale.

"thought I better look the part" you tugged at the hem of the t-shirt, Tommy nodded taking your hands pulling you into him, thumb rubbing over the bare skin where you'd removed your wedding ring "We stop if you say you need too, straight away you're out of there, okay?"

You nodded, hands running up his arms curling around his neck "you've got me, I know" your lips pressed to his, letting your worries melt away.

-

You took one last look over your shoulder back at Tommy's car sat in the distance, shaking your head with a deep breath you pressed the buzzer for the familiar apartment.

The voice filling the intercom sent a shiver down your spine, your ears were ringing, heart hammering against your chest.

"Sam? It's me, Y/N can I come up?" You spoke softly, "Oh they always come crawling back" he sneered down the phone as the buzzer sounded, you pushed the door.

He was waiting at his front door for you when you stepped out of the lift, you felt the nerves hitting you hard, the sight of him making your hands shake.

"Thought you'd run off with a Shelby" he rose an eyebrow, you shook your head "he's married, I heard from a few of the girls, the boys still hang around your place don't they?"

Tommy had ensured he had a group of men still frequenting the club so Sam wasn't suspicious of your disappearance at the same time the Shelby's vanished.

"Knew he wouldn't want you, damaged goods Y/N" he followed you through the hall to his lounge.

"I need a job" you blurted out, you didn't want to hang around, Sam took a seat on the sofa, a smirk on his disgusting face.

"Want to sell yourself again huh? Want to be one of my little whores?" his words were full of hatred.

You nodded "I need the money" you lied, "Please"

Sam laughed "want to get that wonderful cunt out for the punters of Birmingham again?"

You felt repulsed, wanted to run back to Tommy's car never see this man again "I need the money, Sam" you reiterated.

You could tell he'd took something, he was trying to hold his head up "Fine, you were one of the best money makers in that place, had some magical pussy all the men wanted it, dirty slut" he chuckled.

You nodded biting at your lip "I can start tomorrow"

Sam narrowed his eyes at you "Why not tonight?" he questioned, you froze shit!, "I'm not ready for it, you know how the men like us"

"Okay tomorrow all night, now leave go get ready, you need to look better than you do now" he commented eyeing you up.

You nodded, god he was horrible, heading for the door, "Oh Y/N?" he called you turned gripping onto the doorhandle, "Do I get a speical welcome back tomorrow?"

You threw him a look of disgust, heading out of his apartment. Your feet carrying you as quickly as possible down the stairs out into the fresh air.

You hurried round the corner, back to Tommy, back to safety.

-

Tommy looked up from his phone as you slipped into the passenger seat, without a word he drove off, pulling over further down the road, you were clinging to him, trying to steady your heart.

"I got in" you sighed, tugging at the hair tie holding your ponytail up, ripping at the cheap jewellery round your neck, scrambling through your bag for the jewellery box, the Tiffany Blue box holding your rings from Tommy.

"Are you okay?" Tommy asked, hands resting on your thighs, eyes searching your face, you took a deep breath "I'm fine, he's just such a disgusting man" you could feel yourself calming down.

Tommy nodded, leaning across to kiss you, his lips moulding against yours perfectly, "I need to go to the office, I can drop you home" he spoke breaking away from the kiss.

"I need to change, have a meeting at three with Charlie about these new American imports" you squeezed his hand, as he nodded "I'll wait drop you in, then we can get dinner tonight?" he asked

You moved to kiss him again "I'd like that" you smiled, nudging your nose against his, before he turned to pull back out onto the main road.

-

"Fuck, Tommy, yeah right there" you were whining, gripping onto the edge of the chest of drawers in the large walk-in wardrobe, Tommy was pounding relentlessly into your pussy.

You had initiated it from the moment you entered the house to get ready for the rest of the working day, you'd slid your hand into the front pocket of Tommy's suit trousers, fingers grazing against the line of his semi-hard cock.

"Fuck me please" you'd purred disappearing up the stairs, Tommy following you, he'd caught up with you in the bedroom, already stripped of your clothes, the small cotton thong teasing him.

He'd dragged you into the walk-in wardrobe, bent you over the chest of drawers, now you were teetering on the edge of an orgasm.

You were rolling your clit between your fingers, pushing your hips back against his, as he gripped onto you, his head thrown back "Fuck, this wasn't the plan" he let out a huffed laugh.

"Can't resist me" you teased, turning to look at him, he was staring straight at you, eyes burning with lust "You know I can't" he gave you a smile, soft and loving making your heart burst with desire for him.

Tommy pulled out of you, turning you in his arms, pulling you back towards the bedroom, he took a seat on the edge of the bed, you pushed your hand through his hair tilting his head back, leaning to drop a kiss to his full lips.

"Love you Thomas Shelby" you hummed, sinking yourself down on his aching cock.

"Fuck, love you too darling" his hands were pressed flat against your back, as he moved in rhythm with you, your pussy was throbbing, clenching around him, his lips making the lightest contact with your nipple.

"Tommy, Tommy.. please" you were panting, hands gripping onto his shoulders, as he pushed his hips upwards, filling you even deeper.

"So good for me, eh?" he rasped, lips moulding back against yours, you nodded, "come for me, please?" he asked, lips pressed to your neck.

You smiled at his politeness, gasping as his thumb pressed against your clit, curling the knot in your stomach tighter and tighter, until you were shaking against him, your orgasm washing over you with a burning ripple.

Tommy followed you moments later, his cum spilling into you, coating your walls as you contracted around him, milking him dry.

"Christ" he laughed falling back onto the mattress taking you with him, you laid against his chest, his cock still nestle inside you. "I better get ready, your uncle doesn't like to be kept waiting, can read me like a book, knows its you thats held me up everytime" you giggled, fingertips running across his stubbled cheeks.

"Its his gypsy intuition" Tommy chuckled, hands running to rest on your backside, squeeze the flesh, "know everything, like Pol"

You lifted yourself from his body, easing him out of your pussy "She know absolutely everything it worries me" you chucked his boxers at him, "got secrets?" he teased.

"Wouldn't you like to know" you teased right back, Tommy was propped up on his elbows watching as you pulled on your underwear.

"Well yes I would" he called after your back, you disappeared into the wardrobe, returning moments later "I have no secrets from you or this family, ask Polly she'll know" you blew him a kiss, slipping the pencil skirt up your legs.

Tommy got up from the bed, he really needed to get you to the office, before Charlie was on the phone.

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Soo many fandoms I have not heard of and even more, I have heard of but am not familiar with makes me feel old but it's probably that I have a hard time letting go or getting cozy with a new one. I've noticed in the last 10+ yrs if I don't watch the final episode of something it is like an unspoken lie I tell myself " its not over yet, not until I watch it" I'm not good with change.

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