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i’m so so so so happy you’re reading and enjoying!!! don’t worry, @stxdyblr-2k doesn’t have anything bad in store for baby finn. not gonna give anything else away about tommy 😬😬

whiskey buisness - john shelby x reader (part 9 of ?, 2 of 2)

a/n: hello my loves!!! ty so so much for still reading, liking, and reblogging this series. it truly means so much to @stxdyblr-2k and i and she absolutely did an amazing job on this part again so pls give her all the love :) this part was so so fun to work on and i hope you guys enjoy<3

love, abi xxx

read part one two three four five six seven eight | my masterlist

prompt: wedding drama unfolds. (or the one where john makes up for it)

warnings: mentions of smut, just so much fluff it's everywhere, tommy is a dickhead, so domestic u might vomit, kids

tagging: @datewithgianni, @mayaslifeinabox, @deepdonutkid, @springsoulofengland, @lilymurphy03, @operation-spot

Ada shushed you both, the father of the bride getting up to speak. He seemed sweet, too meek to be involved with the Shelbys. He was going to get absolutely steam rolled. You need to remember to bring it up with John at some point; you couldn't survive another night of keeping your mouth shut at The Garrison while some poor fucker begged through the wall of the Shelby booth for an extension on a payment of a loan. The whole situation made your stomach turn. You had quickly gone home, John knowingly running you a bath and being extra affectionate that night. You wouldn't let Linda's portly father fall to the same fate. You couldn't.

Your skin itched to leave. You could tell John you were going to the bathroom, get a cab, go to the train station and disappear without a trace. But you'd never escape the Shelbys. John wouldn't let you go without an explanation, without complete closure, without a fight. He loved you fiercely. If he wasn't so thoughtful and soft, if he wasn't so charming and didn't make your ribs ache from laughing (or legs shake from an endless string of orgasms) beneath the bravado and gangster bollocks, you'd have walked. You just couldn't leave him behind; you loved him entirely. No one had ever loved you so completely, as fearlessly, as John did.

He knew your reservations, but due to how intertwined the Shelby business and family were, it was hard to protect you from the worst. He knew you were burnt out by the chaos, the fear, and panic, but also incredibly bored from always waiting for him to come home, for him to get back from a business trip. You were good for him, always cleaning him up after a business meeting gone wrong but everytime he got home, he only felt shame. He loved the bones out of you and knowing that his career caused you so much turmoil made him feel selfish and disgusted at himself. He wished he could just be with you all day, forget the work week, replace the taste of blood in his mouth with the taste of your tongue, but he had a family to provide for.

"Who'd you reckon will be next out your brothers to walk down the aisle?" Linda asked Arthur, her manicured fingers intertwined through his fist. She looked breathtaking, her white jeweled gown sparkling under the chandelier, yet her innocent question took everyone off guard. Linda had been too buried in an ever growing pile of wedding planning to have been able to witness the nuances of John and Tommy's relationships.

The atmosphere contracted. Suddenly the high vaulted ceilings seemed suffocating, Ada's cheeks burning. Either answer was embarrassing.

"Well it ain't Finn." John cut in, squeezing your knee under the table and winking at Ada, who smiles gratefully. Finn nodded, raising his glass in agreement, the only person on the top table to not have fought for a plus one. Fuck’s sake, the way he spread his arms and cockily smirked reminds you so much of John.

You run your thumb across his knuckles affectionately. He always knew what to say to ease the tension, a valuable skill in his line of business. As intimidating, ruthless and imposing as your lover was, he was equally caring, witty and always had a disarming line to dissolve any anxieties. You wished more people knew about his heart, as strange as it was to say given his line of business.

"Never know, might try to get your Y/N on side." Finn smirked in reply, eyes bright with adoration for his older brother. He'd gotten far more confident lately, starting to flourish as a Shelby. Michael used to steamroll him but now they were in constant competition, snapping at Thomas' heels. Fuck knows if you'd stick around for the fall out of that. You and John talked at length about it as you washed the dishes or attempted to get through the never ending list of chores, the children running wild for an hour or so, but you constantly reminded yourself not to get involved as much as a casual observer would. Bless John and his ability to give you insider intelligence. You were tempted to write a thesis on the hierarchy of the Shelby's criminal culture at times. John often encouraged you, although light heartedly, he was completely supportive of your endeavours.

"Finn, the kids would never allow it. They'd break your knees on my behalf."

"Domestic bliss." Finn grinned, winking at you, obviously inching beyond tipsy, "Remember when you used to be a rascal, Y/N?"

"I will be until the day I die, Finn." You giggled in response, John pressing his mouth to ear, reminding you that you were still wild and needed him to make sure you behave, leaving a lingering kiss on your cheek. You teasingly pushed him away from you, the pointed toe of your heel tracing his shin, earning a playful glare.

You shifted your gaze from John to Lizzie, who looked flustered, Thomas sitting beside her silently smoking, looking as unimpressed as ever as he stared at the embers of the cigarette between his fingers.

"I think John will." Arthur replies. Fuck. John had derailed that line of enquiry. He must have been too fucked to read the room. You weren't sure when he started drinking again but Linda seemed unbothered, too caught up in the excitement of the day to care probably.

"How come?" The stunning brunette to the side of Michael asked; Amelie, if your memory served you correctly. Her wide set dark eyes flicked between you and John, Michael's arm loosely lying across her lap.

"Tom has too much going on and John needs help with the kids." Arthur shrugged. At least his rationale wasn't too overly personal, sexist? Sure, but not the worst answer he could've given.

"Glad you think so highly of Y/N." Ada sneered, making her distaste for Arthur's comment known. John's fingers traced your waist, a silent act of protection. "Hope you're taking note of what your new husband thinks the role of a wife is, Linda."

"Ada." Tommy snapped, glaring coldly at her. "Not here. It's a fucking wedding, yeah?"

"Don't I fuckin' know it. Just think it's fucked up that this family fails to value women. It's constant and tiring." Ada shot back, the gin in her system burning through any sense of shame or passivity.

Thomas rolled his eyes, causing Polly to scoff. "She's right. She's completely right. You lot are cutting us out for nothing else but your ego."

"Look, we have a meeting on Monday, we can sort this out then," John replied firmly, begging his family to shut up, his eyes wide, rubbing the back of his neck.

"We can't sort this in a meeting, it needs to change." Ada snaps back. "You lot barely include us in meetings in the first place. It's embarrassing that junior blinders know more than me."

Immediately her jaw dropped and she glanced at you, eyes pleading with yours. She clearly hadn't meant to phrase it like that; she didn't mean to bring you and John's relationship into the conversation. You nodded at her, lifting a hand to gesture pushing downwards, letting her know it was fine, but you knew Thomas had noticed the ammunition he'd suddenly gained.

"Ada, what happens between you and your mate is none of my business."

"But it was your business when you could tactically weaponise the guilt we felt against Ada to force her and Poll out the business?" A voice cut in, ruthless in its exposure of Thomas' games. Only when everyone's eyes were on you, taken aback, did you realise you'd spoken up.

"It was your decision not to tell her, Y/N. You can't blame that on me."

"You threatened her." John pointed out, knocking back his drink, waving for another, his arm found the back of your chair casually, fingers tangling into your hair. "You threatened my girl Tom."

"She wasn't at the time."

"You shouldn't be getting involved with any of our personal lives. No matter what you think is best, because obviously you are fuckin' clueless."

"I'm the clueless one, John?" Thomas sneered. "You don't even know her. You should ask her what she was doing in London last Tuesday. Or Liverpool on the 21st. You think I'm clueless?"

John paused, accepting his new glass of whiskey from the nervous young waitress, nodding his appreciation. "Thought we agreed you wouldn't fucking follow her?"

"I think it's in your best interest to shut up, Tom," Ada glowered, getting to her feet. "I'm going to powder my nose. You coming, Y/N?"

"Obviously." You pulled away from John, pointedly kissing his cheek, leaving him to deal with his brother. You'd get a blow by blow account later; you had no interest in being there for your character assassination. It'd be too upsetting to sit and take personally.

"I better join you." Lizzie stated, Polly standing also, linking her arm through hers, openly impressed by Lizzie's act of rebellion towards Thomas. Amelie shifted in her chair uncomfortably, not sure what to do with herself for a moment, but whispered something to Michael who helped her stand from her chair in her tight gown.

Ada strode away from the table. You caught her hand which she squeezed in response, pulling you to fall into step beside her. Your newly formed cohort walked into the powder room, your sudden exit causing a fluster among the staff and guests alike.

You pulled out a lipstick, shaking hands fiddling unsuccessfully with the clasp of your purse, and reapplied. It was impossible to have accuracy with so much tension swelling within you.

"Tom really knows how to push people's buttons," Amelie said as she neatly pinned the loose tendrils of hair framing her face behind her ears with two diamond hair slides, probably a gift from Michael. "Are you alright, Y/N? He was horrible to you."

Why did she have to be so kind? It was enough to make your eyes water but you forced a smile.

"That'll be you if you hang around long enough."

"Don't scare her off. It's not so bad as we have each other. That's what's important." Lizzie interjected, watching you in the mirror giving you a sympathetic smile.

Polly had been suspiciously quiet, playing with the long necklaces reaching to her hips. She was watching your reflection in the mirror, Thomas' words obviously not being lost on her. Nothing ever got past Polly. You swiped your finger under your bottom lip to ensure your lipstick was perfectly blotted, turning to face her.

"I was seeing old friends, a few of them are involved in politics. That's why Thomas is pissed." You explained. Ada shot you a glance, trying to avoid her aunt's ever observant gaze, fully aware of what type of politics your old friends from Liverpool were involved with.

"Last Tuesday in London was that strike. The rally in the square the coppers got nasty with." Polly stated, pushing the subject further.

"Yes, I was there. That's all I'm saying, yeah?"

She glanced you up and down, running her tongue across her bottom lip in thought. "Next time, invite Ada and I. Amelie's coming too."

You'd learnt early on that the Shelby-Gray family demanding your company was a high compliment, Amelie visually failed to resist a smile. She couldn't be that much younger than you, yet she was dating Michael. Michael and John seemed entire eras apart in levels of domesticity. You refused to think about the subject any longer, fearing your gin-addled brain would jump to conclusions about what that meant.

"Polls, they're-" Ada interjected, trying to warn her aunt, but was dismissed with a wave of a cigarette.

"If you're to be in this family, it's best I get to know and understand you. John won't shut up about how bright you are. Last time I was over he got out your university papers for me." Your cheeks burned red. Of course John would, he was endlessly proud of you.

You nodded. "Sure, Polls."

"Thomas is trying to make a point today and it's really inappropriate given the occasion. Let's go and have a good time. Enjoy our night and don't let him ruin it, yeah?" Ada prompted.

Polly pushed open the heavy wooden bathroom door, the others trailing behind, heading back to the ballroom. You quickly excused yourself, claiming that you needed some air. Ada raised a brow to you but you shook your head. She smiled and turned back to her group. You found your way to a balcony, cutting through Linda's exquisite lounge. It was starting to drizzle with rain but you didn't care, needing a moment to yourself.

You couldn't believe you had been too caught up in your work to consider Thomas breaking his promise to John. You should've known better and watched your back. You didn't want to go back while it could still be kicking off. You smoked a cigarette, then another, and another, watching the sun dip below the horizon.

"You a chain smoker now?" A low voice called from the doorway. You turned to meet Finn's bright eyes, his lips sloping into a smirk.

"Just enjoying the quiet. Well, I was."

"You'll catch your death out here. You didn't come back with the girls-" He cut himself off to pull a cigar from his exquisitely tailored navy striped suit. He lit the end, letting the smoke roll off of his lips, exhaling easily. He'd grown up so much lately; he was a man now. "You alright?"

"Not really, Finn." You let off a small smirk despite yourself. He rolled his eyes, raising his cigar to your lips. You inhaled gratefully, the light nicotine buzz calming your nerves. Yet he was so close to you that his his shoulder brushed yours. You could feel his warm breath on your cheekbone. He was pissed; it didn't matter. You were mates and you could stand as closely as you liked. You bit your tongue and pulled away, taking a step back from him.

"It's not personal, Y/N. It's business." He said, his tone purely informative, though his eyes were flickering with sympathy for you. He'd confided in you a few times about how trapped he felt, but that was before he grew up. He seemed to have accepted his fate begrudgingly, now intent on enjoying the benefits while he was still breathing.

"I can't believe I thought he'd left me alone."

"You knew that'd never happen, right? As if he'd allow that."

"But John-"

Finn met you with a sharp look. "John will believe what he's told if it keeps his kids fed and you happy. Tommy knows that."

"I just don't see the point. I know he's up to sommet, but why is my part in it so important?"

Finn wrapped his arm around your waist, keeping his hand on the rail of the balcony pressing into your spine. He was so careful. "I’ve got no clue. I reckon it's more to do with John, you just happen to be the one he's fucking."

"Thanks for the vote of confidence, Finn." You retorted. "No need to be a prick." He was only being blunt because of the alcohol. You and John were more than that, right? You hated how insecure you'd become since returning to Birmingham, how anxious you were, how precarious you felt in all your relationships.

"I didn't mean it like that. Don't go all sulky on me now." He said, squeezing your shoulder affectionately. "It's all sorted now so you can come back in."

You hated how the Shelbys could seemingly read you, and it was extremely frustrating that now Finn was developing the family's intuition.

"Don't know how you've managed to sort Thomas stalking me in under an hour."

"We pride ourselves on efficiency. Come on, lass." He held out his arm for you to link through.

You released a heavy sigh, knowing you had to go back inside at some point. Plus, the sky was darkening, the clouds heaving with rain. Fuck it. Face the music.

"You sound more and more like your brothers everyday." But you accepted his offer, his strong arm was firm under your grip which you loosened.

"Lucky me, then."

You wrapped your jacket closer around your throat with your freehand, heading back in, the warm glow of the house comforting despite the potential chaos waiting within.

You reached the ballroom, the tables having vanished to make space for the clusters of guests conversing in small groups, Arthur and Linda flitting between conversations. The crowd suddenly seemed too big, your focus lost in the sea of faces, it was overwhelming, your stomach turning.

"Y/N!" A voice yelled. John. You felt instantly calmer, turning to see him waving you over from where he was chatting to a couple yet hadn't yet met. He always knew how to find you, even in the most crowded places.

As soon as you were within reaching distance, John had pulled you against his hip, away from Finn's side, not acknowledging his youngest brother. He wrapped his arms around you. "You're soaked, lass." He whispered, running his fingers over the blush coloured silk clinging to your skin. "Let me warm you up."

You tried to stop your mind racing, knowing John specifically selected his words to get you riled up for when you got home. He was so predictable, yet sweet. John quickly introduced you to his friends ("This is my Y/N. Fuckin' luckiest man on earth me.") who politely greeted you in return.

The night hurried ahead, the drinks John passed you made the hours melt together. You must've danced with him for hours. You giggled as he spun you, turning your spine to press against his chest, whispering in your ear. He was already beyond tipsy; obviously the argument with his brother hadn't gone well. He was making a point keeping you beside him all night, stealing glances at his brothers. You might have be mistaken but you swore you saw his jaw tense when Finn, Michael and Isaiah interrupted, dismissing Finn coldly, not his usual self at all.

"You need me to take you home?" He asked as soon as the lads left. Immediately, his icy demeanor vanished as he pulled you close, his hips grazing yours, his voice much softer but with a level of intensity. His lips pressed against yours briefly, but you broke away before he could have the chance to deepen it.

"Think you need it more than I do. Can feel how hard you are for me."

"Only because I'm thinking about how gorgeous you looked last night, bent over and begging for me." His lips ghost the side of your neck, coaxing a whimper, hand squeezing your arse. "You gonna let me take you home? We'd have more fun just us two."

"Go on, then."

"Grab the kids and I'll start our goodbyes."

"Can't we just disappear?"

"Sweetheart, it'll be over quick yeah? Make it clear my girl needs me desperately." He smirked, catching your lips with his teeth gently, his tongue running across your bottom lip. You pulled away. He was terrible for trying to get you riled up around his family to mess with you, but you nodded.

"I'll tell them daddy is going to read them all their favourite stories with the funny voices they love."

"I'm so drunk I'll get carried away and get them all over excited."

"John you naturally get them over excited, they adore you."

"Get everyone overexcited, I do." He teased, fingertips tracing your hipbone through the material of your dress. "Hurry up, I want you on top of me as soon as possible."

You rolled your eyes but nodded, pressing your lips back to his. You tried to pull away, only managing to get an inch in between the two of youbefore he dragged you back to him, tongue sweeping your lower lip, hand roughly grasping your jaw.

"I'll be right back. I fucking love you, John."

"Not as much as I love you." He grinned, swaggering away. You headed to the door and turned at the last moment, and he winked as you met eyes. You paced down the corridor, following the yells and squeals echoing down the hallway.

"Katie! Tilly! Lee! Lew! Jack!" You called, hearing a sudden troop of footsteps running towards you. Suddenly, they were clustered around your feet. The group were sticky with jam, cake crumbs and mud; their clothes never again able to be their Sunday best unless you got at them with peroxide urgently. Still, you ruffled Lewis' hair fondly. "Are you monsters tired?"

"We saw you and daddy kissing!" Tilly sang, her giggles ringing through the corridor.

"Well, your daddy is my friend." You replied, trying to maintain calm as not to upset them, attempting to explain the nuance of your relationship to children.

"And then you were dancing and kept kissing!" Tilly continued, ignoring you entirely, too excited about the revelation. They pulled faces, disgusted yet intrigued by the idea of it. You were the same at their young age.

"That's what friends do, uh, adult best friends," You corrected yourself.

" 'Trina says you and daddy might get married." Kate butts in. It always amazed you how adults often forgot how children were a lot more aware than they thought.

"Not for a very long time. Maybe not at all," You answered. The children looked visibly confused so you added, "Not everyone has to be married to be happy. You know how your dad is your best friend? He's mine too. Nothing can change that."

"Can we have stories when we get home?" Katie whined, pulling your hands as she twirled about, already bored with the conversation.

"Your dad was saying earlier how he couldn't wait to do the growly voices for you, you just have to ask him really nicely. Give him a big kiss and hug."

Katie nodded, determined in her mission, shooting into the ballroom to cling onto her dad's leg, barely reaching his hip in heigh, completely fearless in interrupting her father and Uncle Thomas' conversation. She was too young to recognise their tensed jaws and rigid gaits as a sign to not interrupt. Immediately John lifted her above his head and onto his wide shoulders causing her to squeal with glee, her tiny shoes beating against his chest. As you walked over with the rest of his brood, he paused, eyes fixed on you, lips slowly stretching into a proud grin, the lecture from Thomas instantly overshadowed by the comfort of his family swarming around him, tiny grubby hands tugging at his exquisitely pressed suit, not that he cared.

"You ready to go, lass?" He asked, taking your hand, pressing his lips to your knuckles. "The driver is out front."

"All sorted on my end."

Ada was used to you slipping away. After all, no one expected you to say goodbye unless John had dragged you alongside him. You'd see her soon enough anyway, somewhere more private so you could discuss her older brothers and their ruinous attitudes.

"Did you hear that monkeys?" John asked, the children instantly hooked to his every word. His eyes glittered with mischief. "It's bedtime."

The children loudly whined and groaned, Lee flung himself into you, his freckled nose scrunched due to his pout. You squeezed his shoulder fondly, stooping at the waist to embrace the small boy.

John walked ahead of his swarm of children, as though he was a general marching his soldiers to battle, not a father leading his children to the waiting car. Sometimes childcare was a military operation. He opened the door, lifting the children into the backseat before squeezing in with them, generously granting you the comfier passenger seat- he would happily subject himself to the whirl of excited fists and kicking feet to allow you to relax.

It wasn't long before the children had drifted off to sleep, curled up around their father in the backseat, limbs limp with fatigue from their busy daily schedule of running wild and terrifying their nanny. The car was silent despite gentle sniffles and the hum of the engine. You couldn't help but steal a look at John, who was soothingly running his fingers through Katie's hair. He glanced up with a satisfied grin.

"Our little family, eh?"

#ugh this makes my heart happy #so sweet 🥺🥺🥺#peaky blinders #fics #john shelby #john shelby x reader

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peakyblindersxx · 3 years

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You liking my smut is such an honour, miss 😌

you deserve all the praise for that one omg stop!!! please keep writing so i can daydream about tommy slapping me in the face i mean…

read good wife here!!!

#this gif makes me want to climb him like a tree #like yes boss me around pls #asks #mutuals #fic recs #tommy shelby

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peakyblindersxx · 3 years

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“Good Wife” – Tommy Shelby x Reader

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SUMMARY: Tommy’s angry and frustrated at everything going on in his life at the moment. His wife’s recent behaviour doesn’t help him either. It’s time for her to learn a lesson.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: Sorry for the gif with Grace, but it gives off a certain vibe 😂 This is basically a “yolo”, because it’s my second smut and I had no Beta Readers (I don’t want to annoy my friends with my filth). 😅

CONTAINS: dom Tommy, traditional husband / wife dynamics, spanking, face slapping, oral sex, breeding kink, tiny amount of daddy kink (well, it was a casual nickname back then, but yeah…)

WARNING: English is my second language.

WORD COUNT: 2,550

🔞 NSFW UNDER THE CUT AND 18+ (!) 🔞

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#lily i’m screaming #this is….. sheesh 🥵🥵🥵#fic recs #mutuals #peaky blinders fanfic #tommy shelby smut

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