#Arthur Shelby x male reader

[marksbear]

MULTI FANDOM MALE READER SCENARIOS 

It’s been a while since I done one of these, but I think it’ll be good for me to practice more at writing different characters and such so enjoy!

The fact is I had more tags to share 😭

-Miguel O’Hara biting your neck harshly to get your attention when he feeling jealous. Or marking you as his.

-Izzy Hands always lightly taking your hand and helping you either up the steps or down the steps. He doesn’t even realize he’s doing it most time. Everyone in the ship always notices it but doesn’t say anything.

^^Ofmd

-Bob taking off his glasses and putting them on you then starts to compliment you how good and cute you look.

^^Top gun!

-Matt Murdock tracing your face in morning when he thinks your still sleep. He also traces your face anytime your two are arguing because he wants to see your emotions.

^^Marvel

-You and The Corinthian driving around during late nights with his hand on your thigh as he drives you around.

^^DC

-Tony stark buying you whatever you want or even dream of. It can be jewelry all the way to new houses and cars.

^^Marvel

-Bruce Wayne and you being a power couple throughout Gotham. Lots of magazines and headline about you two.

^^DC

-Teaching Adam Warlock about feelings about like having a crush or being in love.

^^Marvel

-You and Doom head being an unstoppable duo anytime you two are paired up in a game.

^^Rob Zombie movie 31

-You and Richard Madden making fun of each other accents in interviews for the newest movie you two are in.

^^Actor

-You and Hobie Brown making out in a middle of Miguel’s rant.

^^Marvel

-Homelander wrapping his arms around you as you two makeout and he slowly rises from the ground bringing you in the air with him.

^^The Boys

-You we’re very close with Love to the point all lot of people thought you two were dating. Joe was furious so he started to stalk you planing to murder, but all that stalking for weeks slowly became to months and he slowly started to catch feelings.

^^YOU

-Benedict Bridgeton being so in love with you, but he so scared that his family would disown him as well as everyone around town.

^^Bridgeton

-You and Benedict sneaking off during ball’s and random events to be with each other alone.

^^Bridgeton

-Imagine sitting down in the bleachers waiting for Mark to be done with his track meet.

^^Author/ Me

-Playing with Dutch Van der linde hair during a camp meeting and he tries to stay focus but he can’t.

^^RD2

-You and Larry smoking as you two listen to Sal play the guitar.

^^Sally Face

-Ted feeling ashamed after he realized that he caugt feelings for you even though your a player.

^^Ted Lasso

-When Dean first met you y’all both were very young. You were reckless and carefree while Dean was taking care of Sam and brought him along while you two hanged out. And he caught feelings, but he was confused about why he had feelings for a man so he kept it to himself.

^^SPN

-Helping Mark walk without his leg brace or crutches.

^^Author/Me

-Stu Marcher giving you neck kisses in the middle of class. And most of the time teachers sees him and gives you both detention.

^^Slashers

-Hannibal Lecter leaving bite marks all over your neck and shoulders.

^^Slashers

-Roy Kent being soft spoken and quiet anytime he’s with you.

^^Ted Lasso

-Larry Trainor slowly warmed up to you being his boyfriend so he lets you touch his skin underneath the bandages.

^^DC

-Anytime before a fight Arthur asks you to hold his hands. He says it’s for a good luck, but he’s just really stressed and tense.

^^Peaky blinders

-Steven Grant still being so shy and quiet with you even though you two has been dating for years.

^^Marvel

-Bringing Namor gifts like flowers, jewelry and even little things like a picture of yourself or a padlock necklace. He cherishes all of them and keeps them safe.

^^Marvel

-Meeting Namor on the beach at night almost every night.

^^Marvel

-Bobby and Athena inviting you into their relationship. They both didn’t cheat on each other to find about their feelings for you they just kinda knew one day and talked it out and for a while and a lot of thought they asked would you be willing to date them.

^^9-1-1

-Being a rich man while Steven is your trophy husband.

^^Marvel

-Dying your hair with mark.

^^Author/Me

-Watching Mark stay up all night writing just for him to randomly stop to watch a movie.

^^Author/Me

-Lee and Maren catching you eating a person right in the middle of a dark and empty road.

^^Bones and All

-Being a different love interest for Elio and being heartbroken once he chose Oliver over you.

^^Call me by your name

-Imagine rejecting Derek Shepheard after finding out he has a wife.

^^Greys anatomy 

-Rue hugging and crying on you tight after she relapsed.And you being her favorite person ever since what happened with Jules and Elliot.

^^Euphoria

-Being a father figure to Rue.

^^Euphoria

-Imagine being Maddy Perez brother and finding out Nate pulled a gun on her so you pulled up to his house barged in and looked for him and beat the shit out of him.

^^Euphoria

-Billy Hargrove acting like he hates the nickname “Curls.” Or “Curly.” But when you say it he loves it.

^^Stranger things

THE END

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[d3lta-2005]

Please do one with the shelby brothers [plus other characters if you want] with a underground boxer bf? Like the bf is a bixer who participates illegal street fights, earns hella cash? Thank u :3

Shelby brothers with a s/o That's a underground boxer

▲Cannon typical violence, not proof read▲

Male reader Specified

☆Thomas Shelby☆

-he probably met you when he went to tell Arthur off for fighting again 

- noticed you as you were fighting, you probably had a bit of blood on you and most likely no shirt

- as he was sorting Arthur out he was giving you side looks and gave you one last good look as h left

- a cupple of days later you were in the garrison having a drink when someone came up behind you, "your the lad I saw fighting a cupple days back" Thomas said as he took a seat next to you

- he handed you a drink and drank his own drink

- you 2 started talking and the night got a little carried away 

- you and Thomas met more and more, as you met up you 2 got closer and closer, you then started dating 

- although he gets worried about you getting hurt he doesn't mind that you fight

- he would help you patch up after fights

- I feel like he would kiss your wounds better like the gentleman he is

- he does like the fact he doesn't have to look after you money wise although he is a little worried about you being found out

☆Arthur Shelby☆

- he met you becuse you where the one he was gonna fight (I think it was boxing he did, it was that time he beat the kid to up)

- you did fight it was a close call but he won

- you both end it with a handshake of appreciation 

- he offered you a drink afterwards 

- he would offer you a drink after every time you finished fighting 

- you bond over the time you get drunk 

- sometimes you would end up in a random place in the morning like a bath tub

- after you start dating you 2 end up sparing more and if you got hurt he would help you patch up.

- he isn't really shocked at how much money you make but his is still proud of you non the less

☆John Shelby☆

- he met you becuse he was drunk and walked over to you and tried to start a fight with you

- you won being the 1 that wasn't drunk 

- he tried to find you the next day as Tommy told him  to apologise to you for causing the fight

- he got curious after he apologised and started asking a bunch of questions 

- he invited you to hang out with him and after a while the invites were more and more regular 

- once you started dating you told him that you did underground boxing 

- he was fully supportive of you

- unlike Tommy and Arthur he wasn't too worried about you getting hurt

- he was extremely shocked at how much money you make though

#mlm #gender neutral s/o #nblm #arthur shelby x male reader #thomas shelby x reader #arthur shelby #arthur shelby x reader #john shelby #john shelby x male reader #john shelby x reader #thomas shelby x male reader #thomas shelby #peaky blinders x male reader #peaky blinders x reader #peaky blinders #gay #gay headcanon

[onyondump]

Infatuated

Part 2

Linda Shelby x Male!Reader x Arthur Shelby

Summery : Arthur brings a new friend to his and Linda's house leading to her developing an attractions to him

note : I don't hate Linda. I find it funny that Lizzie and Esme still have some fans and Linda doesn't lol. There isn't any fanfic of a poly relationship with these two sooooooo

GRAMMER NOT GOOD, DONT EAT ME

Linda is in quite the dilemma. Ever since Arthur brought his new best mate to live with them on the countryside her heart for her husband begins to waiver.

At first she disapprove of his arrival. Arthur just came back from a 3 month long work trip on the request of his brother and bringing a stranger who she hasn't even met was pretty suspect.

Only in a matter of days did her opinion of him start to change. He helps out around the house; cleaning the house, helping her cook, doing the farmworker and even play with little Billy when both her and her husband can't be bothered to do so. His presence also made Arthur more happy and understanding to her plait.

He wouldn't argue with her when she asks him to do something and he listens to her complains and tries his best to make it up to her. Over time she starts to associate his change in demeanor with his friend.

They would go outside together everyday for four hours and returning home with produce that they'll eat for dinner. Laughing and roughhousing with each other in the dinner table, often looking at each other knowingly across the table

When she really started to develop a crush was when he would personally drive her to town when Arthur and Billy were out visiting family. He would accompany her to shops to get dresses and accessories. It would make her heart swell whenever he complimented her and over time would view his activeness to do chores as a way to get to her.

"Your friend's nice" brushing her hair blonde hair with the new comb in her new nightgown Arthur's friend bought for her, but quickly realizing her mistake on complimenting him in front of her possessive husband.

Arthur's head perked up at the mention but to Linda's surprises there was no sudden burst of anger from him but rather an agreement, "Yea he is, the best mate I ever met Lind"

She thought nothing of the comment but of their trust in one another. She fail to notice her husband sentimentally playing with the new gold band ring with a big garnet stone as a center piece on his finger.

Months went by and her crush on her husband's friend didn't seem to dissipate causing her to feel guilty. However her desire took over, viewing the man as more fitting then her husband to pursue her religious endeavor.

At the night when Arthur is out on another one of his brothers errands and Billy was fast asleep, Linda approached him smoking at the front poarch.

"Night love, your not sleeping early? It's cold out tonight" He puffs out dark smoke out of his thick lips. Linda lost her train of thought for a moment.

"Ah yes, thought I would wait for Arthur with you" she says as she takes a seat next to him, she could use a smoke which of course like the gentlemen he is, the man next to her provided

"He's a goodman your husband" he puffs another inky smoke with a longing look across the gentle breeze of the night

It's cool send shivers down Linda's spine, reminding her of what she's about to say, "I would like to confess something to you"

Intrigued he leaned in closer to her as his eyebrows arched, "And what is that love?"

"I'm in love with you" she finally said it. The cold and smell of his cologne brush against her, reddening her face. For a moment she cursed him for being a temptress devil straying her away from her husband but now she's done it, the five dreaded words left her mouth

In response his warm hands envelopes her cold ones, a reassuring squeeze made her heart skipped a beat "I'm flattered luv, your the most prettiest rose I have ever met" He kissed her cold hands, as he rubs the other trying to warm her

Linda was speechless, she wanted this sure but she doesn't know what comes after confessing her feelings. Before she could responds, he leaned in further

"Can I also confess something?" Lind could only respond with a nod as she was to flustered to respond

As his lips near her cold ear, expecting him to confess the same thing.

"I fucked your husband"

#arthur shelby #linda shelby #peaky blinders #arthur shelby x male reader #linda shelby x reader #arthur shelby x reader

[urdadssidehoe]

I’m highly disappointed with the severe lack of Peaky blinders X male readers there are

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[evita-shelby]

Arthur Shelby x Male!reader

Arthur and reader practically act like a married couple without realizing it until they finally do.

Ooohhhh my first male!reader ask!!!!!

Yay!!!

Gif by @becomeablade

Domestic

You had shown up at his lowest point.

In Liverpool you had helped him overcome his weakness and be a better man.

A better man for Linda.

That had hurt you, but you smiled and pretended you were just friends.

A friend in love with him.

It was better this way, you told yourself as you sought other men like you.

But none of those men where Arthur. Your friend, your roommate, your secret love.

“Coffee or tea?” Arthur shouted from the little kitchen. “Who am I kidding, I already made your fucking coffee.” He came out with his strong tea and your coffee.

“God in heaven, you act like you are married to him.” Linda pointed out and you panic. Linda knew you were queer and anyone with eyes could see that you loved Arthur as more than friends, but you were terrified what the blonde could cause with her careless words. “You even treat him better than you ever treated me, Arthur.”

“I’d be lucky to have a man like Y/N as a husband. He truly gets me, everything he says makes sense to me and he knows me better than you ever tried to know me.” Arthur said.

If only he knew how many questions were burning through your mind after hearing him say that.

“He fucked a few men in the War, did you know?” Linda told you and Arthur doesn’t even feel shame at having her out him as queer. “You can have him if you want, Tommy’s not dead and I’ve always hated being a third-wheel anyways.”

And with that the blonde left the two of you alone.

#arthur shelby x reader #male reader #gayyyyy #arthur is bi #linda is open to being a beard #arthur shelby x male reader

[strayrockette]

Drop By-Arthur Shelby x Male!reader

Requested: Yes by annon

Prompt: A close friend who likes to come over unannounced with food in hand.

A/N: This is my first time writing a malexmale imagine. Please be gentle with me.

Arthur Shelby Masterlist

Peaky Blinders Masterlist

Y/N had never been one to care much for others. The Lord knows he had about 6 other gremlins under his care back home. Having to care for another would just be exhausting. But something about the way Arthur's eyes would glaze over and look into the distance squeezed his heart. Y/N had been a close friend of the Shelby family for years. Growing up next door and not having any fear of stepping on another's toes-metaphorically speaking- is what allowed Y/N to maintain close relations with the Shelbys.

While Y/N was close with the Shelby's it was always Arthur they leaned on the most. When Y/N father bailed and his mother died, he was left as the sole guardian of six children of varying ages and attitudes. The number of times Y/N thought of running away was numerous, but Arthur always reminded him of how much he would regret that decision. So it is only fair that Y/N takes care of Arthur in the same way Arthur took care of him. In his own way of course.

"Here." Y/N placed a container filled with food onto the bar counter, startling Arthur who had been in the middle of a heated discussion with another man, who was clearly too shitfaced to have a conversation.

"Wh-what's this?" Arthur snuffed out his cigarette and stared down at the container.

"You too drunk to see?" Y/N quipped.

Arthur howled, "Not drunk enough, unfortunately." Arthur grinned boyishly and peered at Y/N's disgruntled face. "Come on, doodle"-a ridiculous nickname Arthur came up with when they were 13 and all Y/N liked to do in class was doodle on paper-"I know it's food. But you've been coming by an awful lot, plus how do you always find me?"

Y/N's nose twitched- a sign he was getting annoyed- "Easy. I followed the sound of a man with rocks for brains. it's surprisingly loud"

Arthur shook his head and laughed, "It's a good thing I've known you all my life."

"Sounds unfortunate for me."

Y/N quick wit had a way of throwing people off guard. Even more so when he consistently managed to insult someone, intentionally. But not Arthur. Arthur who always took it in stride and laughed at the unique remarks that left Y/N lips. Y/N often wondered what it would take for Arthur to abandon him. But Y/N was also certain he never wanted to reach that point.

He nodded towards the food, "Eat. You look as if the wind will blow you away."

With that said, Y/N turned to leave as he always did, quickly and abruptly. But not before his ears turned red.

Arthur's lips turned and his eyes appraised Y/N lean form, "Oh, I wouldn't mind if something else blew me."

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[xo-urban]

𝑃𝑒𝑎𝑘𝑦 𝐵𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑀𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡

𝐹𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑙𝑢𝑣 ♥︎

𝑇ℎ𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑠 𝑆ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑏𝑦

Stricken Gold [MLM]

𝐴𝑟𝑡ℎ𝑢𝑟 𝑆ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑏𝑦

𝑁／𝐴

𝐽𝑜ℎ𝑛 𝑆ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑏𝑦

𝑁／𝐴

𝑀𝑖𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑙 𝐺𝑟𝑎𝑦

𝑁／𝐴

#thomas shelby x male reader #Arthur Shelby x male reader #peaky blinders #peaky fookin blinders #John Shelby x male reader #Thomas Shelby x reader #micheal gray

[issdisgrace]

I'M GONNA BEAT THEIR FUCKING ASSESS

WARNINGS: Swearing, threatening, mentions of beating someone to death, drunk sad Arthur, fluff

When it hit 10 and Arthur was not home, I headed down to the Garrison to get him. When I got to the Garrison, I asked Harry if Arthur was in the back. He said yes, so I headed into the back to find Arthur slouched in a chair with an almost empty bottle of whiskey in his hands. 

“Bloody hell, Arthur, how much of that did you drink?” He turned around to look at me.

“Most of it. I think John and Tommy had a glass from it, but that’s it.”

“Jesus, I’m gonna kick their fucking asses. They know you're trying to stop drinking as much.”

Arthur asks, “Are you mad at me?” Sounding like a little kid that just broken something and hadn’t been told if they were in trouble or not.

“No, Arthur, I am not mad at you. Come on, let’s get you home.” When he got up from his chair, I picked him up and swung him over my shoulder.

“You don’t have to carry me.”

“Yes, I do, because if I don’t you will be face first on the floor or the pavement outside.” Arthur grumbled a little, but decided it was not a topic he wanted to fight about. I got him back home and placed him on the bed. I took his shoes, socks, and tie off, setting them to the side.

“Come on, big boy, let’s get you out of the rest of these clothes.” I unbuttoned Arthur’s vest and shirt and took them off of him. 

“I need you to lift your arms up so I can get your undershirt off.” Arthur didn’t protest and put his arms up. I took his undershirt off and threw it with the other clothes. I took off his belt and unbuttoned his pants. I lifted him off the bed slightly and pulled his pants off, leaving him in his boxers. 

“Do you want one of my shirts to sleep in or not?”

“Mmm, no, I want the skin to skin contact tonight.”

“Alright, love, that’s fine. Let me get changed and we can cuddle.”

Arthur grumbled, “Alright.” I quickly undressed into my boxers, joining Arthur in bed. Arthur scooted down the bed a little so he could rest his head on my stomach. Once he was situated, I ran my hands through his hair. He tensed under my touch, but quickly relaxed. We sit in silence until I hear little sniffles come from Arthur.

“Love, what’s wrong?”

“T-they pressured me into fighting and i-I beat another kid to death.” The flood gate of tears released, Arthur’s tears soaked into my skin. 

“Who pressured you, love?”

“John mostly, but Tommy didn’t really help either. Finn tried to get John to stop bugging me about it, but that was a failure. "

“And now I know they weren’t at the Garrison like usual. I’ll deal with them tomorrow, love. Just go to sleep.”

“Ok.” Silence falling upon us once again. Arthur’s breathing evening out, his grip on me losing. Out like a light once again. While Arthur slept somewhat peacefully as I planned on what I was going to say when I trapped his brothers in my office at the betting shop. I eventually drifted off, the sun peeking through the curtains a couple of hours later waking me up. Arthur, still attached to me, sleeping peacefully. I looked at the wall clock to see it was 6:30am. We have to be up officially in 30 minutes, so I absent mindedly ran my hands through his hair. It was around 6:45 when Arthur started to shift around, a sign he would be up within the next 10 minutes. Surly enough, 8 minutes later, he was opening his eyes and yawing. 

“Good morning, love.”

“Mmm, good morning. What time is it?”

“6:53.”

“We should probably get up now.”

“Yeah, then I have time to beat your brothers’ asses before things need to be done.”

“Yeah.”

“Alright, let’s get up.” We got up and got dressed, headed downstairs to make breakfast. We decided on eggs and toast, neither of us being in the mood to cook something more complicated. We ate breakfast and drank tea while we talked about what each of us had to do today. Once we were done with breakfast, we head down to the betting shop for the day. Lizzie, Tommy’s secretary, greeting us when we walked through the door.

“Good morning too you to Lizzie, do you know where John and Tommy are?”

“Yes, they are in Tommy’s office talking about something.”

“Thank, Lizzie.” I turned to Arthur and said.

“You go to my office, I’ll be there in a bit, ok?”

“Ok.” I watched as Arthur walked off. Once he was out of view, I stormed into Tommy’s office, finding him, John, and Finn chatting. They all looked at me, anger seething from me. The boys dared not to speak. I slammed the door behind me, locking it. 

I looked at Finn. He squirmed under my gaze slightly before I said,

“I want to preface this by saying, Finn, you are not in trouble, your brothers. I am glad you tried to stop them from pressuring Arthur into fighting, but you are not off the hook because I told you last time this happened to call or come get me. You did not, so you get to sit there while I yell at your brothers.”

“Ok,” Finn said, his voice trembling slightly. I looked over at Tommy.

“You knew Arthur was trying to stop fighting and fucking drinking. You bloody fucking prick didn’t fuck help at all. You, Thomas Micheal Shelby, you are a piece of shit. You knew all these fucking things and didn’t stop John from pressuring him into it. You are fucking lucky I haven’t cut your fucking dick off yet because if this shit fucking happens again, you're gonna be saying goodbye to your dick. Don’t think I fucking won’t. I will. Trust me. You know much about it fucking effects your brother when he fights, let alone beat some fucking kid to death. No, I don’t fucking think you know how much it fucking affects him. I have to hold him while he cries his eyes out after beating some bloke to death because he can’t handle his anger when he steps in that god forsaken ring. I have to watch him grieve ever fucking time and no matter what I do, I can’t make it better. I can’t help his heart from hearing. For fuck sakes, it is worse when he’s drunk. All he does when I get him home after days like yesterday. He cries and cries until he fucking passes out. You know how much that fucking hurts to have see that. No, you don’t because all you care about is fucking money and not your brothers’ well being and that Thomas Shelby makes you a shit man.”

I then turned to John.

“And you, you fucking dick, your brother, try so fucking hard to ignore you when you nag him about fighting. But no, you, John Michael Shelby, dont know how to fucking stop do. You nag and nag until that poor man fucking breaks. You make him drink even more because he has drowned your nagging fucking voice out of his fucking head. You broke my husband multiple times. He may act like that is not the case, but it has been multiple times. Why the fuck can’t you just fucking stop? Why the fuck can’t you care about your brother for once in your god forsaken life? Christ, it’s fucking ridiculous. But I shouldn’t be surprised because you take right after fucking Tommy. Fucking hell, were you not raised right because it sure as hell seems like it or maybe you weren’t punished for your fucking actions enough? I will sure as hell punish you.” I said before taking a couple of steps and punching John in the face. He fell to the floor, holding his nose. I kicked him and kicked him until Tommy and Finn pulled me away from him.

“You better stop your nagging or it will be much, much fucking worse. I’ll make sure none of your brothers are around and then beat your fucking ass until you are in the hospital. That's a promise John Micheal Shelby and I never break my promises.” I broke loose from Tommy and Finn and walked to the door. Unlocking it, not before looking back at the brothers. 

“Keep those promises in mind because if shit like that happens again. You're gonna wish you were never born.”

I walked out of Tommy’s office and headed to mine. I opened the door to find Arthur lounging on the couch, reading a newspaper.

“By all the yelling I heard, I assume you threated them then punched John in the face because there was a random silence all of a sudden.” He said as he set down his newspaper.

“Yeah, think I broke his nose.”

“Jesus, Esme is gonna be pissed.”

“Don’t worry about it. I plan on phoning her and informing her of the situation. So when John gets home, she’s not surprised to see he has a broken nose.”

“Ok, do you need me to check out your hand?”

“Nah, nothing feels broken.”

“Alright, just want to make sure.” I walked over to the couch and lay down on top of him.

“Mmm, this feels nice. Should do this more often.” I said.

“Yeah, just maybe next time you won’t be pissed off still at my brothers.”

“Yeah.”

#arthur shelby #thomas shelby #john shelby #finn shelby #peaky blinders #arthur shelby x male reader #arthur shelby x reader #thomas shelby x male reader #thomas shelby x reader #john shelby x male reader #john shelby x reader #finn shelby x male reader #finn shelby x reader #peaky blinders x male reader #peaky blinders x reader

[crowleying]

My policeman | m!reader

Date: 06.12.2022

Pairing:  Tommy Shelby x m!reader

Reader’s pronouns: he/him

Words: 4.840

Fandom: Peaky Blinders

Characters: m!reader, Tommy Shelby, Polly Gray, Ada Shelby, John Shelby, Arthur Shelby, Esme Shelby, Harry Fenton, others

Genre: Romance

Length: Oneshot

Warnings: Angst with a happy ending

Requested: No

Prompts: No

Summary: Tommy Shelby is suddenly very interested in you and you have no idea why.

A/N: English is not my first language, so feel free to correct any mistake, and I would love to know what you think about it. If you like my works, please like and reblog them. REQUESTS ARE OPEN. I posted a List of prompts, so check it out! Let me know if you would like to be tagged in my works.

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Ao3

You were on patrol around the city with one of your colleagues. You knew he was on the Peaky Blinders' payroll but, after all, only a handful of policemen weren't. You were one of them. It was confusing to most people in Small Heath, mainly because they knew you were John Shelby's best friend. He had offered you money to give them information and turn a blind eye to their affairs as they did with everyone, but you had made it clear that you couldn't be bought. He had respected that. The balance was fragile. The whole deal was based on your friendship. You had been able to refuse the money without losing your job because you were friends and people respected you because of your bond to the most powerful family in Birmingham, and a little because you did your job and wouldn't hesitate to throw people in jail if needed. You didn't pretend not to see what happened around you. Not even if the Peaky Blinders were involved. However, being friends with John also prevented you from trying to tear the whole business down. Everyone had learnt it pretty soon, so they had just started doing their things when you weren't on patrol, which meant your rounds were always quiet. You didn't complain. You didn't like arresting people, especially if they were Blinders.

That day seemed to be especially quiet. Well, as quiet as Small Heath could be. Your eyes observed the people going on about their lives around you while you chatted with your colleague. Many people greeted you, and you smiled back.

You turned to your partner, your eyes wide and a big smile on your face. "What?! No way. What is this, your... seventh?"

"Yeah," he replied smiling proudly under his thick moustache. "Four girls and two boys. I'm rooting for another boy."

"Congrats!" You patted his back, but you saw his face change, suddenly becoming serious.

He looked up and touched his cap, tilting his head down. "Morning, Mr Shelby."

You turned and saw Thomas Shelby on one of his horses, riding down the road. You nodded towards him as a form of greeting but didn't touch your cap or wish him a good day.

He nodded back at you, and you felt his icy blue eyes pierce through you. It wasn't anything new. You felt that way every time he looked at you and you wondered if everyone could feel it when they were under his gaze as if he could see everything that was inside. It felt as if God was scrutinizing you. You did understand why John called him Tommy the Almighty.

Even as he passed by you, you could still feel his eyes burn holes in you. You kept walking but turned to look at him and saw he was already looking. You turned back to the front.

"I don't know how you can refuse their offer. By the way he was looking at you, he really wants you on his payroll."

When you walked into the Garrison that night and asked Harry for a glass of whiskey, he refused your money and said it had already been paid for, then nodded towards the private room next to the counter.

"Yeah, well, John knows it won't happen." You shrugged, but the feeling of his eyes on you lingered and stayed with you for the rest of the day.

"Mr Shelby wishes to speak with you."

You rolled your eyes at the formality John liked to mess with when you were involved and grabbed your glass heading to the room.

"Come on, John, how many tim-" you started as you opened the door only to stop mid-sentence when you met Tommy's icy gaze instead of John's warm and playful one. "Thomas."

He was smoking alone, a glass of whiskey in front of him.

He beckoned you with a motion of his fingers. "Close the door and take a sit."

Your eyebrows raised, unimpressed by how he was treating you like one of his men. Maybe he had forgotten you didn't work for him.

"If you want to buy me, Thomas, you can save it. I'm not on sale," you said without doing any of the things he had asked of you.

He observed you for a few long seconds as if trying to read you. Then he sighed, tearing his gaze away from you and knocking the ash of his cigarette into the ashtray. "That's not why I wanted to talk to you."

When you still didn't move, he turned towards you again. "I promise. Please, come sit with me."

You hid your surprise at hearing him saying the word "please." You didn't think he even knew how to pronounce it for lack of use. You closed the door behind you and took a sit on the other side of the table from him.

You rolled the whiskey in your glass waiting for him to speak. "What did you want to talk about?" you asked when he didn't.

He offered you a cigarette but you refused. You didn't trust him outside family gatherings and that wasn't a social call.

"I would like to invite you to dinner."

You frowned. You had already been to dinner at the Shelbys plenty of times and not once had Thomas himself been the one to invite you. "Uhm... sure, tell Polly to count me in."

"I mean with me."

His reply startled a laugh out of you. "I never thought you were one for pranks. Thought you left that to Johnny."

He stared at you, his expression unchanged. There was no trace of a smile on his face. "I'm serious."

You looked back at him with a newfound seriousness and slammed your glass on the table, spilling some of its content. "I really hope not."

It was your turn to observe him, trying to understand what his real intentions were. "What do you really want from me, Thomas?"

"I want to take you out for dinner."

You snorted. "You think I'm a fool?"

"No," he let out much lower than his usual tone.

"You can't buy me so you're trying to get me arrested. That's too low even for you."

He shook his head. "That's not-"

"Save your bullshit," you interrupted getting up. You leaned forward pointing a finger at him. "You try this shit again and I'll get you arrested."

You were smoking with John by the cut like you did when you were fifteen. You loved the fact that your friendship hadn't changed all that much, not after you had been to war together, nor when you had decided to join the police. With John, it had always been easy. No judgement, just two boys having fun and doing what they had to live in such a hard world.

Then you walked out.

"So, new girls?" he joked.

You looked at him unimpressed, before looking back in front of you.

John was the only person who knew you didn't like girls. You had found out thanks to him. When you were young, you had experimented with each other. There had been some kisses and a couple of hand jobs. He had soon understood he wasn't into men, but he had never judged you. To these days he still joked about it and you had never really minded until Thomas had asked you out.

"Did you tell him?"

He abruptly turned to look at you. "You know I would never."

"Then how the fuck did he know, John?" you asked, throwing your unfinished cigarette into the cut, clearly upset.

"Tommy, he always seems to know shit," he said slowly, playing with his cap and looking down at it in his lap. He looked at you. "But he means good. He isn't trying to fuck you up."

You snorted. You trusted John and you were sure he believed what he was saying, but Thomas was cunning and he could have people believe anything he wanted. Maybe he had tricked his own brother into believing he really was interested in you, knowing he would have put a good word in for him.

"Are you still coming to dinner tomorrow though?"

You had been a guest of the Shelbys every Saturday for dinner for as long as you could remember.

"Will he be there?"

"Probably."

You groaned.

"Come on. You won't even have to talk to him. How many times have you two talked at dinner?"

You frowned. "Probably more than you would expect."

Now that you thought of it, Tommy had always found a way to exchange a few words with you after dinner about the most random topics. You had always enjoyed those moments. Talking with him was nice. He didn't smile a lot, not like before the war, but he had always been kind to you. You had always thought he did that just for John's sake, so you had never considered him a friend or anything. In addition to that, the huge crush you had had on him had made it hard to be as comfortable with him as you were with the rest of the family. You had completely overcome that now, though. Still, the awkwardness was hard to shake off.

John bumped his shoulders into yours, bringing you back to the present. "The kids will be a pain if you don't come."

You rolled your eyes. "Fine."

When you stepped into the Shelbys' household the following evening, you got surrounded by John's kids. They either hugged you, pulled you somewhere, or screamed at you about their day. You loved them, but they could be a lot. Finally, Ada came to save you, and you smiled gratefully at her. She hugged you and invited you to follow her to the kitchen where all the others were. Tommy was missing, and you felt relief flooding you. You hadn't even finished greeting everyone when the front door opened. Little Finn ran to welcome the newcomer. You held your breath and your eyes found John's on the other side of the room. He looked guilty. You frowned, but before you could take him aside to ask what he had done, Tommy walked into the kitchen with Finn in his arms. When you turned towards him, he was already looking at you and you couldn't bring yourself to utter a word in greeting. Your lips stayed still.

John grinned triumphantly.

"Let's sit and eat," Polly said, setting the pot in the centre of the table.

While she served, everyone took a seat, and somehow you found yourself next to Tommy. John had taken the seat that was usually reserved for you and you had to take his. Now you understood the look you had seen in his eyes earlier. You would punch him later.

"Not exactly what I had in mind, but it's something." Tommy's murmur was drowned by the others chatting and you would have missed it too if you hadn't been so close to him.

You pretended you hadn't heard and instead thanked Polly for filling your plate.

For the whole dinner, you did everything you could to forget Thomas was there. You chatted with everyone, complimented Polly for her cooking, asked Esme how she could be so patient with all those troublemakers around, glared at John multiple times, joked with the kids, even taking one of them on your lap when he wanted to show you the small gap in his smile left by the tooth he had lost a couple of days earlier.

Tommy stayed silent for the most part, as usual. He commented on a thing here or there and messed with the kids for a little fun. You could always feel his gaze on you. His eyes might have been the colour of ice, but sure as hell, you could feel them burn on your skin. He saw to it so that your glass was never empty, and even if you remembered distinctly rejecting him that day at the Garrison, it seemed like he hadn't gotten the memo, although he had probably just decided to ignore it because Tommy Shelby only ever played by his rules.

After dinner, the children went off somewhere to play while Polly and Esme washed the dishes. Ada had excused herself saying she was tired and she would go to bed early, but you were pretty sure she would climb out of the window to go see Freddy. Arthur took out a bottle of rum and filled four glasses.

"I should go, actually," you announced, getting up.

"No way!"

"Oh come on, you can stay for a nightcap."

John, who was now sitting next to you, pulled on your arm and you sat back down with a sigh. Arthur grinned and a small, pleased smile appeared on Tommy's face. You wanted to slap it away. Instead, you glared at him and grabbed his cigarette case to take one in retaliation. It only caused his smile to grow.

You put the cigarette between your lips and scowled at him when he leaned in touching the end of your cigarette with his to light it up. You hated how your heart skipped a beat and blood rushed to your cheeks. You inhaled and pulled back quickly, missing the looks Arthur and John had exchanged seconds earlier.

You exhaled the smoke and quickly downed your glass, making John snort. You pushed the glass towards Arthur, silently asking for a refill. He chuckled and shook his head but poured you another glass. Tommy was looking at the whole thing with an amused glint in his eyes. Once again you did your best to ignore him.

"Seeing a girl tonight? Is that why you're in a hurry?" Arthur teased.

You felt Tommy tense next to you, but you couldn't be sure and you didn't dare turn to look at him, not wanting to give yourself away.

You waved a hand. "I'm leaving them all to you, Arthur."

That made him laugh. "That's wise."

"You should have it easy now that Johnny is taken," you commented. Then you turned towards Tommy. "What about you, Thomas? I bet you have all the girls falling for you. What is it? Nobody is good enough for the great Thomas Shelby?" you teased.

"You're the only person who calls him that," John commented amusedly.

"And aunt Pol when she's angry," Arthur added.

Tommy stared at you seriously.

When you had given up on waiting for a reply and went to take a sip of your rum, Tommy finally spoke. "I already have my eyes on someone," he said quietly.

You choked on the rum and coughed. John patted your back. "You alright?"

You nodded and pulled at the collar of your shirt, although it didn't really do anything to help your situation. You did your best to compose yourself while Tommy tried to hide a small amused smile behind his cigarette.

"So, who's the lucky girl?" you asked when you finally managed to breathe again.

Arthur's boisterous laugh filled the room. "That would be some change."

Tommy paid him no mind and kept his glacial eyes on you. "Wouldn't you like to know?"

Both his reply and Arthur's comment confused you. Before you could inquire further, you heard John's glass clink on the table, soon followed by Arthur's. Your eyes snapped to them as they got up.

"We're headin' to the Garrison. Are you coming?" Arthur asked.

"Uh... no. I should really go. I have work tomorrow."

John patted your back. "See you tomorrow?"

You nodded and they left. The last conversation had made you forget about John's guilty look at the beginning of the night.

You suddenly realized they had left you alone with Tommy. You cleared your throat and put out your cigarette into the ashtray, then downed the rest of your rum.

"I should really go."

You got up, but so did Tommy. He killed his cigarette. "I'll show you to the door."

You nodded stiffly and walked to the door. When you stopped at the hanger to get your coat, you found him closer than expected and your heart picked up.

"You like horses, don't you?" he asked, putting his hands in his pockets. You hated how cool he was about everything.

You nodded.

"You should come to the races once."

"Have you forgotten I go there for work sometimes?"

"Not for work."

Not again.

"It's not something I enjoy watching," you said shortly, then opened the door, anxious to leave that hallway that had never looked so small in your whole life.

"You might change your mind."

"I don't think I will," you insisted dryly, looking at him in the eyes, hoping he would get the message that you were talking about the whole situation.

You were doing everything you could to avoid Tommy, and it was not working. On the contrary, he was everywhere. He would pass by your house every time you were leaving for work and he would offer to walk or drive you there. You refused every time. You would meet him as you were walking by the cut. You would see him at a pub he had never frequented before. You even saw him at the market a couple of times. When you saw him in church you thought you were hallucinating. It seemed like the universe was working against you, but it was only Tommy Shelby, and maybe his family.

You opened the door and he held it open for you. "It's not a no."

You were surprised to find a little box on your desk at work on Monday. You looked around to see if any of your colleagues had noticed anything. They seemed to be minding their business as usual. You returned your attention to the box and opened it. A precious pocket watch was laid there, with a piece of paper. You picked up the note. You didn't recognize the handwriting. It read "counting the seconds to the moment you'll accept my offer."

John always found a way to mention him. He had never talked about Tommy as much as he had in the last few weeks. You pretended not to notice. You hoped Tommy would just give up at some point. How wrong you were.

You crushed the note in your fist and rolled your eyes, closing the box vehemently and shoving it in the only drawer in your desk that had a key. You locked it up. You thought you would deal with that later, but it was a busy day and you forgot until the next morning when something else was waiting for you on your desk.

It was your favourite book from when you were a kid. It was about horses. They were your favourite animals and obviously, Tommy somehow knew. You opened it and on the first page, with the same handwriting from yesterday's note, there was written "I think you'd really like to meet my horses. Think about it."

That evening you went to the Shelbys, hoping to find Tommy and give him back his presents. When Ada opened the door, you walked past her hastily.

You heard one of your colleagues calling you, so you quickly closed the book and threw it into the drawer where you had left the watch.

"Where is Thomas?" you asked looking for him around the house, startling the others, confused by your manners so out of character.

"He isn't back yet," Ada said, closing the door to follow you into the kitchen.

You let yourself fall down into a chair with a groan and discarded your hat on the table.

"Hello to you too," Polly piped up.

"Hi Pol, I'm sorry, but your nephew is trying to ruin me."

"Tommy?" Esme asked frowning. She wasn't a fan of him, but she was quite sure he would never do anything to ruin you.

"What are you talking about?" Polly asked taking a seat next to you.

"He is just being over dramatic." John waved a hand. You glared at him.

"Let him talk." Ada slapped his arm, making him roll his eyes. "What did Tommy do?"

You suddenly sobered up. You couldn't tell them. They wouldn't approve. You shook your head and got up. "It's nothing. I should just talk to him. I'm sure we can fix this."

"Where are you going? Stay for dinner." Polly stopped you gently.

Before you could refuse and leave, someone knocked.

Ada went to open the door.

"Hello, Ada." Thomas.

Ada was already telling him you were there looking for him when you walked up to him, hat in hand. He smiled smugly at you.

"Thought you would last longer," he commented.

You just looked at him as if you wanted to kill him.

Ada's eyes moved between the two of you.

"Would you mind leaving us, Ada?" Tommy asked, without taking his eyes away from you.

She rolled her eyes but did as she had been asked.

Once she was gone, you pulled the gifts out of your coat and shoved them into Tommy's chest. "You can take these back and leave me alone."

His hand raised slowly to take a hold of the items and he glanced down at them. "You didn't like them?"

"That's not the point. Stop fucking trying to ruin me. If I'm such a huge problem for you, why don't you pay my superior to transfer me somewhere else? Do you really hate me so much just because I'm not on your fucking payroll?"

He shook his head. "I'm not trying to ruin you."

"Really? Because sending me gifts at work tells me otherwise."

"I really am into you."

You scoffed. "Sure."

"What do I have to do to make you believe me?" his voice, quiet as usual, seemed to fill the entire house. Only then you realized the chatter that previously came from the kitchen had stopped. You glanced that way, then looked back at Tommy.

You lowered your voice. "If you care for me, stop this."

For the first time since you knew him, Tommy looked like he didn't know what to say.

You didn't wait for a reply. You just headed to the door, stopping in your tracks when Polly's voice came from the kitchen. "You're not staying for dinner?"

It was clear the others had listened in on your conversation.

You sighed. "Maybe next time."

You opened the door and stepped outside, putting your hat on.

Polly's interjection had given Tommy enough time to come up with something to say.

"Just give me one chance," he said quickly before you could leave. "We can go out of the city with the horses tomorrow afternoon. Nobody will see us. If after that you still want me to leave you alone, I will."

You turned to look at him and you hated yourself for being so weak.

The following day was nerve-wracking. No matter how you tried to distract yourself, you couldn't stop thinking about the date. The anxiety was eating at you. Part of you didn't want that afternoon to arrive, and another part was looking forward to it.

"One chance. Then you will leave me alone."

Time would not stop flowing for your sake, and soon you were making your way to meet with him out of the city. You asked the driver to drop you off way before the meeting point and walked the rest of the way.

Tommy was waiting for you with two horses. He smiled when he saw you, and you didn't know if it was knowing that this was the last chance you had given him or if that was actually the most genuine and happiest smile you had ever seen on his lips.

You smiled back. It was a very different smile from his. It was small and it had a hint of sadness to it. You wished this was real, but you couldn't bring yourself to believe it.

Without a word you got on the horses and guided them through the countryside. Sometimes Tommy would stop to show you something. He told you about his love for the countryside and that he would love to live there one day. He liked the idea of being surrounded by green fields and animals, especially horses, a passion the two of you shared. When you asked why he was so in love with the countryside, he explained that it made him feel closer to his mother. That was where her people lived and where she had grown up.

You hadn't realized, but at some point, you had relaxed. You and Tommy talked, joked, laughed and raced each other. Before you noticed the sun was setting. Tommy suggested you stopped to enjoy the view before heading back.

You got off the horses and sat down on the grass. You stayed silent for a while, simply admiring the colours of the sky. When you turned to look at Tommy, he was already watching you. You stared at each other for a few long moments before he cleared his voice and looked away.

"What's the verdict, then?" he finally asked, not looking at you.

"I had a good time with you," you admitted easily.

"But?"

"Is this really what you want? This life is... not great. So if you ever liked a girl in your life I suggest you go back to her and give it one more try."

"It's always been you and I know you are scared, but I sincerely don't give a fuck if you are a policeman or if you aren't on my payroll. We made arrangements to do our things when you're not on patrol just so you wouldn't have to arrest any of us. It wasn't much trouble. You are important to me, to all of us. I would never do anything to hurt you."

Your brain had gotten stuck on the first few words. "Always?"

"What?"

"You said it's always been me."

"Yes."

"Then why now?"

"Because I found out only recently that you like boys."

You frowned. "How did you find out?"

"I saw you with a man one night, in the alley behind the Garrison," he admitted.

"Oh... Right. So John didn't tell you."

"No, not a word. He would rather cut his own arm off than betray you."

"I know," you replied relaxing.

"But you thought he had told me."

"Maybe he had mentioned when he was drunk." You shrugged.

"I promise he didn't."

You nodded.

"I've had a crush on you for a while too," you said, still looking at him. You had long forgotten about the sunset. How could you look at something as trivial as the sun when you had Tommy Shelby right beside you?

"Yes?" he asked, hopeful.

You smiled and nodded. "It's impossible not falling for you."

He leaned closer but stopped a few inches away from your face. "I really want to kiss you right now."

"Fucking finally Tommy, dinner was getting cold," Polly's voice came from the kitchen as you followed him inside the house that night.

"What are you waiting for, then?" was all that came out of your lips before they met his.

"Sorry Pol," he replied taking little Finn in his arms and putting his cap on his youngest brother.

He reached for your hand with his free one after you had hung your coat. You took it, although nervously. He had assured you that his whole family knew about him and that they would accept you but after a lifetime of being careful about everything you did and said, you couldn't just stop.

Tommy kissed your temple, hoping that would help your nerves.

You smiled at him, then winked at Finn who grinned back.

Tommy led you to the kitchen. "We have a guest," he announced. Everyone turned to look at you, and your grip tightened on Tommy's hand. They all seemed surprised.

"But it's not S-" Arthur was cut off by John shoving his elbow into his brother's ribs.

That seemed enough to shake Polly out of her surprise. "Of course!" She hugged you smiling. "You're always welcome."

You felt your nervousness melt away and hugged her back. "Thanks, Pol."

She pulled back and turned to her nephew, pointing a finger at him. "If you hurt him, Thomas Shelby, I'll make you pay for it."

"What?! Why are you telling me?" he asked putting Finn down.

"Well, because he would never do anything bad," she replied without even thinking about it.

"Wait, aunt Pol. He is my best friend, I should be the one to give Tommy the talk."

Tommy shook his head. "This is absurd."

"Come on, I'm sure he is more than capable to look after himself."

You nodded quickly, agreeing with Ada.

"And I'm sure Tommy won't do anything he might regret unless he wants to have the whole family against him," she added crossing her arms and glaring at him.

You sighed and turned to look at Tommy. "Don't worry, I'll protect you from them."

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Arthur Shelby

Peaky blinders (2013)

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Helloooo to the like 5 people who have followed me. I know I said writing would be coming soon about 2 months ago but life has been biting me in the ass recently and my motivation slipped away again.

I am hopefully back and here to stay now however i’m still experiencing some issues with my own mental heath so if I do disappear for a another little while I apologise in advance.

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How you met!

WARNINGS: Stalking, fighting, mentions of guns, Scars, implied murder, chains. Shouting, B/n= Best friends name. C/n= Character name, G/n= gang name BUNCH OF RANDOM PEOPLE/CHARACTERS

James Mcavoy: You met James at Oscars you had just won an award for Best Supporting actor, and you just finished your speech. Once you got back to your table you started to cry of happy tears while your co-stars hugged you and praised you for your work. People started to walk over to your table congratulating you for winning. And one of them was James Mcavoy once y'all started to chat y'all hit it off fast. You both were talking to each other like y'all have known each other for years. After hours it felt like even though it was only twenty minutes James gave you his number and walked off to his table.

Arthur Fleck:You didn't know why you chose to stay in Gotham. I mean like you knew this was a horrible place to live there, but you wanted to stay close to home and your family. One day you took the wrong path to work, and you saw some kids jumping a clown. "Hey!" All the kids turned around and faced you "Back off of the clown unless you want you to handle me I'm not afraid to fight brats like y'all." You stood tall trying to seem more tough. And you reached for your back pocket trying to trick the kids that you have a gun. So the kids saw your arm reach back and they ran away. You made sure they were gone for sure and looked at the beaten up clown on the floor, you walked up to him and crouched down to him checking his pulse to make sure he was alive. Arthur turned around and stared at Y/n handsome features Arthur faced beamed with red ,and started to get embarrassed and flustered. Arthur felt like he met his soulmate, the one. "Hello pal?" y/n waved a hand in Arthur's face "Uhm- Hello thank you for helping me..." Y.n gave him a big smile and said "No problem Uh-" Arthur! My name is Arthur." Y/n reached Arthur's hand and helped him up. "Stay safe Arthur" Y/n lets go of Arthur and walks away back to his way to work .

Peter Parker: You were the nice guy type of jock. You had good grades, didn't really get into trouble unlike your friends and you were great at sports. One day in chemistry class your teacher allowed partners. Usually you always picked your friends but you felt like you wanted to meet someone new. So you looked around for someone that peeked your interest, so you picked Peter parker. At first it was really awkward and after a couple minutes later it had gotten less awkward and y'all even exchanged numbers.

Joe Goldberg: It was love at first sight...well to Joe once you stepped foot in the book store Joe was already thinking about your every feature. He thought you were breathtaking and he started to feel the same feelings he had for beck but even stronger. He didn't think you haven't noticed his starring yet, but you already felt it the moment you entered so you acted dumb looking around for the book your boyfriend asked for. Once you found it and went to the cash register Joe got to see you up close with all your glory. He memorized the way you smell, how your hair looks, the way you dressed Joe thought he was blessed to witness you and all your beauty. After minutes of Joe starring you finally spoke up "Uhm hello" Joe stopped daydreaming and greeted you back "Oh sorry hi." You placed the book on the desk and said "How are you today uh...Joe" you had read his name tag and gave out your hand so he could shake it. Which he gladly took "I'm good...-" "y/n." you had cut him out. "Well nice to meet you Y/n, lovely book you picked out." Joe spoke with a smile, "Thanks it's one of my boyfriends favorite books." Joe dropped the smile quickly and told you the price which you paid for and said your goodbye and left. Joe was heartbroken but it didn't stop him from loving you...

Aaron Hotchner: You were held captive by the unsub aka your father. Your father had killed people who looked like you and wanted to save you for last. He hated you so much, he had dark thoughts about the ways he wanted to kill you like chopping you up to pieces, burning you alive, and shooting you down. He killed others like the way he wanted to do you. The BAU tracked you down to save you after they pieced the puzzle. You were in the basement chained up all bruised, your thin/chubby/athletic body had cuts and blood. The only thing you focused on was the pain in your body not evening noticing the shots and gunshots and the footsteps all over the house. The door had slammed open and you looked up at the bright lights and your sore eyes trying to adjust to it. You heard someone say something but you couldn't make it out ,so you shouted "Over here!" voice sounds dry and in obviously in pain. The tall man jogged to you and started asking questions while taking the chains off of you, you weren't listing you were just hypnotized at his handsome features "Do you know how long you were her-" "Im y/n l/n nice to meet you and thanks for saving me sweetheart." You spoke in a flirty tone with a weak smirk on your face. The man's cheeks had a light pink "Nice to meet you as well y/n" he spoke in a soft tone. You sat up and took his hand and shake it "your name is?" you say in a curious way "Agent Hotch" "Well agent Hotch I think we should get out of here" Hotch nods and picks you up bridal style leaving the basement you were thinking that you wished that you'll be able to him again.    

Hannibal Lecter: It surprised you that you got an invitation to one of Hannibal lecter dinner parties. When you arrived you'd hope it wouldn't be to awkward since you only knew one person really and that was your bf/gf/s/o. You and your s/o walked around exploring the house a little until y'all reached the dinning room. You'd both talked only to each other while when people tried to talk to y'all you both only spoke a few words since you had different interest then most people at the party. Your s/o excused themselves to go to the bathroom and Hannibal lecter excused himself as well after fifteen minuets had passed and you grown suspicious of how long they were gone for, so you left to find your s/o. When you creaked open the bathroom door you didn't see them so you searched the house for them at your last destination you reached the basement door and opened it and peaked it in. You didn't see anything and walked in carefully. You stopped walking heart beating rapidly you looked at the floor that's where your s/o is laid there chest and stomach ripped apart and the heart in their hands like it was trying to give it to you. You felt disgusted hands shaking as well your legs you can smell the strong stench of blood...Then you heard it. The door had locked the you tried to move but your legs and arms stayed still. Some footsteps walked towards you and felt breathing in your neck and hands on your waist and pulled you back making you lay on their body. "Do you like it?" the deep voice spoke. You didn't reply at all and just stared at your s/o lifeless body part of you wanted to scream and fight back but the other part of you just wanted to expect your fate. "I'm Dr lecter and you are?" you didn't reply  straight away but after a while you said in a scared tone "M/n..." "Alright M/n... this will only hurt a little" "Wha-?" SNAP your body dropped to the floor knock out cold... Hannibal Lecter isn't gonna kill you no he was gonna keep you.

Tom Hardy: You were the leading actor and Tom was your love interest. Today was the day for the big kiss. You were more than nervous you never thought you were gonna kiss a top tier actor like him. When in the dressing room on Facetime with your best friend and you were just gushing about Tom hardy and making up embarrassing scenarios that could happen. "Tom Hardy is so so cool and I'm so lame I could never be on his level!" you say whining "What if I slip on air and kiss him by mistake mid dialogue!! That would be so embarrassing." "I should just retire from acting before I humiliate myself..." You sigh heavy "I-" "SHUT UP M/N!!!" Your best friend yelled into the phone "It's gonna be okay just  say your lines wait for him to say his lines and kiss. easy as that m/n." "M/N!" one of your cast members called out of your trailer. "Coming! bye b/n!!" You hung up and walked outside with your cast member mumbling your lines to yourself. You scanned the set it has with the scented candles , roses,  and a bed. You thought your life was over you looked to your left to see a shirtless Tom Hardy with a silk robe loosely on and black sweat pants. You couldn't help to get dirty thoughts and become flustered. Everyone was ready to get the show on the road. You were shirtless and wore sweats that showed your (Athletics,chubby,thin.) body that made people fall in love. The cameras started rolling and you saw Tom  open the door slowly with the robe on but this time without the sweatpants you swallowed hard you felt your face heat up "You like what you see c/n?" Tom spoke in a seductive tone and did a 360 for a better look. You wanted to go off script so bad and straight out make out with him right now. You stood up and walked to him and looked at him and his body with longing eyes "You look so handsome my dear, it's a shame that you'll have to take off this later" pulling on the robe softly. Tom giggled and you placed some kisses on his neck softly going off script a little slowly bringing him to the bed "C/n?" "yes my dear?" "Do you love me?" "Of course I do my love!" "So... you wouldn't mind if I do this?" "Do what-" You were cut off by Tom's soft lips you naturally leaned into the kiss and placed tom onto the bed and got in between his legs  making out with him. "CUT!!" The director yelled and you pulled blushing so hard "Good work everyone! the director said "See ya at 30." everyone left.. You turned around to Tom and you felt someone grab your arms and pull you down onto the bed. Tom leaned in and whispered "Would you like to get dinner ye?" he spoke in a calming tone. "Yes dinner would be great!!" You gave Tom a huge smile and walked away.

Tommy Shelby: You are a leader of your own gang. You own clubs and bars but mostly the clubs bring you more money. Some of your men got into trouble with the Peaky Blinders, so you arranged a meeting with the Shelbys to try to solve this problem. Currently you're waiting in one of the private rooms in the club smoking and just out of space. "Sir the Shelby has arrived" one of your dancers says and leaves the room quietly to get him. Moments later Thomas Shelby comes into the room. You were hooked on his eyes and his body figure. You were barely listening only to some important things. "Do I make myself clear Mr L/n?" you took a minute to get yourself back together "Yeh" and you nod your head yes. "Good well I'll be off" Tommy says and starts to leave and one of the dancers starts to escort him to the exit.  Once he was out of an ear shot one of your favorite dancers says "Were you even listening?"  "Nope."

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[d3lta-2005]

Can you make a redhead male reader with the Peaky Blinders brothers?

Shelby brothers + Michael with a s/o who is a red head

TW: cannon typical violence

MALE GENDER SPECIFIED

*Thomas Shelby*

You caught his eye, most likely at the garrison, he would probably give you a cupple of complements,

After your start dating you get alot more complements, he likes playing with your hair either to de-stress himself or as a way of showing affection, he thinks you are very unique and handsome

*Arthur Shelby*

He was probably serving you at the bar, he definitely had a dubble take of your appearance,

After you start dating he looks at your hair alot more and like Tommy he plays with your hair to de stress himself, most likely before a fight

*John Shelby*

He definitely asked you a bunch of questions about your hair, he was shocked someone could have that hair colour,

After you start dating he definitely shows you off to everyone, he says he has the most unique Boyfriend in the hole world and no one can convince him otherwise

*Michael Grey*

He was a bit confused at first and had to do a dubble take, he thinks your hair adds to your character,

After you start dating he is like John and shows you off, he gives you alot of complements you alot

#gender neutral s/o #mlm #nblm #arthur shelby x male reader #thomas shelby x reader #thomas shelby #peaky blinders #peaky blinders x reader #tommy shelby #gay #arthur shelby x reader #john shelby x male reader #john shelby x reader #peaky blinders x male reader #michael gray x male reader #michael gray x reader #arthur shelby #john shelby #michael gray

[onyondump]

Sly Fox 

Part 2 of Infatuated

Arthur Shelby x M!Reader x Linda Shelby

Summery : Arthur came home to a silent wife and a smiling fox

WARNING! : Slight NSFW🚨 , Slight Angst, Harsh Language, None of the characters here are good people  

Note : Thank you for liking “Infatuated” and wanting a part 2 of it. Honestly I don’t even plan on continuing it, I just had a funny one liner I thought would be good to write a fic around it.

English is my second language, my grammar and writing is not good. Please don’t eat me

It was dinner time when Arthur finally arrived home from the Arrow House only drinking one glass of whiskey which came as a surprise to Tommy and John. It’s a huge progress from finishing two bottles of auburn liquid in a single day, all thanks to the day he met you. 

When he first met you he had broken your nose out of suspicion. A smile he can only attribute to that of a cunning fox was plastered across your face and your eyes that follow his every move he makes irks him into thinking  that you were some opportunistic hooligan mistakenly taking the high in adrenaline Arthur Shelby as his enemy. Much to his surprise you would come back to his club the next day with a bandaged nose with the same shit eating grin asking if he’d like a drink. He laughed of course at the thought of this stranger buying him a drink. At his own fookin bar? Nonetheless he accepted, curious of what he presumed to be a stupid stranger buying booze for his own assaulter.

You were full of surprise for him, enchanting him with your stories, jokes and wit that he couldn’t get enough talking to you, not realizing that the club was now empty and the warm morning sun greets their tired eyes. You would come to his club every night after your unspecified job just to talk with him over everything and nothing at the same time, building up your friendship and maybe something more. The last day of his supposed ‘three month work’ (his excuse to get away from Linda for a while) he finally confessed his feelings for you. He explained how you made him feel like his old self again, how the sound of screaming and booming of war became a far away echo since he met you, and also how his stomach and heart aches for something. In his honesty, he told you how much shame he feels loving another man but also that he might explode if he never told you how he feels. You took it slow, processing the information he had just given you, this was Arthur in his most bare. Admittedly you had only wanted to quell your curiosity for the gangster, maybe even enticing him to be your new customer. You hadn’t really expected to develop feelings for the man much less him reciprocating it. That same night you hold his hands gently as you kissed his thinly chapped lips in the dimly lit private room of his club. Arthur wanted to be a good man for you so he thought bringing you to his house would be a such good idea, it’s not but you could figure something out. 

‘I’m home luv” Arthur open the door to the house to his wife and his lover preparing dinner, instantly relieving him of the stressful environment of the Arrow House 

“Welcome home, Art. Billy’s with Polly so its only us adults in the house” Linda flinched at your response, not even replying to her husband which Arthur found odd. Usually she would scold him for being late but any chance Arthur gets for peace he’ll take it. 

Dinner was awkward. Arthur tried to sprung up a conversation only to be returned with his lover replying dryly and his wife avoiding even looking at him. He couldn’t help but be worried at what happened when he was gone. 

He retired himself to his shared bedroom excusing his tired old bones expecting Linda to follow suit in a couple of minutes so he could ask her in private, not wanting to subject you to any of the fighting. Tiredness from the long drive got the better of him and he fell asleep waiting for Linda to enter their room. 

The sound of shattering glass woke him up, half asleep Arthur grabbed his gun he keeps in his side drawer. Even when life has gone soft on him he still needs to protect the ones he loves. As he ran to the living room expecting an intruder as he pointed the gun at the sounds of gasps and moaning. Wait! Moaning? Fully awake he realized that he’s pointing the gun to his lovers head

“How was your nap Arthy?” the ever distinct foxlike grin on your face “Care to join us?” Only then did Arthur realize what he’s witnessing. His wife was on your lap with her skirt hiked up revealing her bare wet cunt rubbing on your thighs and you naked with a face covered in his wife's favorite color of lipstick, Coral. 

“What The Fook IS GOING ON HERE!” his horse screamed echo’s through the vast and lonely land he purchased for Linda. Betrayal was the first thing he felt, forcefully separating both of them from each other. He was a good man! He doesn't deserve this!

“He told me he fucked you! He told me that your three months of ‘work’ is spent fucking around at your satanic club” she barked back with an equal amount of emotion. She felt empty, the man that she sacrificed her perfect life to redeem went back to his old ways

“I gave you everything Linda! This fuckin house, this big ass land, the fuckin chickens. I cut off Tommy to be with you, I became a good man FOR YOU. I deserve to have some time away from your screaming” 

“You were a sack of sad shit when I met you. YOU were a child begging for his dead mommy to come and tell him he’s a good boy after snorting a whole bottle of satan’s seeds and now your bent. I deserve a better man than you!” 

A laugh escaped your mouth like you were watching some kind of circus act unfolding in front of you. What a conundrum to catch your partner cheating with the same man you were with, while both of you try to spin the story like they’re the good one in this situation. 

Of course it didn't go unnoticed by pot and kettle as their furious face snaps at you like dears realizing the fox has tricked them. 

“What the hell are you laughing at?” his voice softens when asking you, its almost unfair.

“Well for one, you're hard” you eyed his growing tent in his trousers which he tries to hide with his hands which really didn’t do much as both yours and Linda’s eyes had already preoccupied itself on the shape. 

Without warning you push both of them down into the sofa, “Second its funny that you two decided to cheat on the same person, me” you let off a small laugh 

“He cheated on me first” Linda’s pride in her righteousness is something to behold honestly. How she convinced herself that se had redeem the gangster is beyond ludicrous. 

“Now you're just being a kid Linda. You didn’t know that before you confessed to me earlier this morning. Talking about running away to the States like I’m some kind of prince charming here to save you from you big bad gangster husband” 

“YOU WHAT?!!” 

“Look! The truth will set you free eh? You're both lonely people that grew apart as the spark of your marriage dims down. So why not accept me as your new addition to your relationship? Besides you two can’t get enough of me anyway” sly as a fox everybody tells you

“That's immoral” “Your cocky ain't ya?” 

“Yea well what do you expect? you’ve both sinned so why not just dive into the deep end and enjoy the ride since your both still in this living room and haven’t beaten me out of your house yet” both of your legs moved between each of their thighs, dangerously close to their leaking arousals. 

“What do you say Lovers?”

#arthur shelby #linda shelby #arthur shelby x male reader #arthur shelby x reader #linda shelby x reader #peaky blinders #I got stuck in the end sorry lol

[rolling-storm-writing]

Weather report: Yall i wrote this in a car half asleep but this a MALE/GN Reader/ Arthur Shelby

the reader is given the name Malcom just for my writing help but it is only used once early on.

summary: A snapshot of Arthur Shelby and his loving reader —————————

Arthur Shelby was a man of few words and sudden actions.  The wild dog of the Shelby brothers as he actively sought out a fight or tumble.

A man to loyal for his own good as he watched Tommy run their business to success.  But The lingering nightmares and worried eyes never seemed to escape him.

“Deep breath in deep breath out,” Malcolm whispered to him as he crept quietly into the kitchen.  Finding the eldest Shelby brother cutting up some cucumbers for his awaiting salad.  It took a level of trust to walk up behind Arthur you would find.  With him Learning the sound of your footsteps, breathing, and the jangle of his dog tags around your neck.

He adored the way you towered over him, your strong arms and steady hands that held him so tight.  Even now he adored them as your large hands held his hips, your chest flush against his back as you looked down at his work.  The cucumber was barely cut and it seemed Arthur was having a hard time with it.  It was at the crack of dawn before anyone else had awoken, you and Arthur had been sharing a room under the disguise of his sudden and violent nightmares.

He tried everything he could but only your presence seemed to fight off those horrific dreams.  He’d gotten clean, no more cigarettes or alcohol for the last year and his health was only improving.  You loved every piece of him and constantly let him know,  “you’re so strong” you’d whisper as he hauled in a large package.

“You’re so handsome,” after every time he got his hair cut.

“So good for me,” you’d purr as he deep throated your cock in the car as you drove.  Your hand buried in his hair as he sucked your soul out of your dick.  And when you parked the car, how he’d pull down his trousers and boxers was mouth watering.  You’d take him outside and fuck him on the hood then bend him over the steering wheel on the way home.

Arthur was a prideful man but he was absolutely shameless when it came to you.  Always in tune with one another and ready for any fight that came your way. But right now there was no fight to be had.

“Was hungry” he muttered as you pressed a kiss to his neck sucking a small mark into his skin.  “Then I got scared…” he said after a while as he relaxed in your hold, giving the knife to you so you could cut the rest.

You didn’t say anything as you finished up, setting the knife down and pressing another kiss to his neck.  You let him go and got to work making his salad, throwing in some olives as he added the cheese you liked.  When it was all done you cleaned up as he retreated back to your bedroom. The morning went on quiet as you both shared the salad and crawled back to bed.  Even after that Arthur struggled to find sleep as he watched you slumber next to him.  He was a broken and damaged man that you somehow put back together.  He curled up closer to you, smiling a bit as you held his waist and pulled him into your chest.  He wasn’t perfect but he was good enough to have you…and frankly that’s all that matters.

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Final Report: I hope you all liked this! if you would like more of this or another character feel free to let me know!

#arthur shelby #male reader #x gn reader #peaky blinder imagine #Arthur Shelby #arthur shelby x reader

[sadattemptofawriter]

Dual nature (Thomas Shelby x female! OC)

Dual nature 4 – A bed and a hard spot

Summery: Life in Birmingham is hard for every unfortunate soul that lives in it, but it is especially difficult for women. And if that woman has noan of her own and no family to call her own than life is difficult in even more convoluted ways. If that woman is fair of face than she has little choice to become a whore. Minerva knows this and tired of constant unwanted attentions she, hatches a plan. A plan that if done right will ensure her an honorable job with decent wages and if undone will most likely get her killed. But she is willing to try anything to avoid prostitution.

One day, Minerva Griffin made a point to show herself leaving her home, moving out and leaving it for someone else. So that her brother, Byron Griffin can come and stay. Byron Griffin who is a scrawny lad, but eager to work with a funny girlish way about him.

Warning: Canon conforming mention of violence. mild descriptions of exual encounted. Your media consumption is your own responsibility

“I beg your pardon?” I gasp and throw the wet rag on my shoulder.

“You are pardoned, no need to beg.” Smirks John as he yet again, puts a tooth pick in his mouth to chew.

“I said we are getting you laid.” Arthur announced proudly. His scruffy face lit up with such a childish joy that rivaled a child on Christmas Eve. He really was a master of ridiculous pranks and jokes. God save the subject of his torments whenever he got bored enough to come up with elaborate games to entertain himself.

God save me. I am now his favorite subject to tease.

“No, thank you. I have work to do.” I tried my best to courtly refuse. There was no way of tiptoeing around this one.

“No, you don’t.” john snickered. The devil, he was. “You always act busy and refuse to drink with us. I know Tommy said it. But come on…you’re a man now. You need to get laid.”

“John Shelby, don’t you have anything better to do than think about all the holes I put my cock into?” thanks to all the time I spend with these men and all the other men, I have officially grown a mouth that would give any woman a heart attack. Good. One more step away from being recognized.

Becoming foul-mouthed wasn’t as bad as I thought. Or rather, it wasn’t bad because I was now a man. When I was a young girl, I once yelled ‘shit’ after I fell off a 3-year-old filly. My mother proceeded to give me a beating with her fan. That night, I was sent to my room without dinner and was told to think about my actions. Now, dressed as Byron, not only no one bat an eye at my foul mouth, they all laughed and encouraged it. As if it all was a game.

“Do you stick your cock in anything?” he laughed.

“It better not be the horses.” John quipped, his grin hidden behind a flask.

“It is, isn’t it?” John howled with laughter this time, his followed by the laughter of all others. “You fuck the mares?”

“What’s going on in here?” came the icy cold voice of my icy cold savior. My employer. Thomas Shelby stood a few yards away from us next to Charlie Strong with eyes that could kill the devil, fuck holy Marie and challenge God. It was his neutral look, I’ve learned. That man lives in the extremities.

“Hello mister Shelby.” I bow my head.

“Tommy!” Arthur yells in delight, bringing his younger brother in on the circle and patting him on the shoulder.

He still stood cold and collected, waiting for an answer. I wanted to tell him that his dumb brothers had the idiotic idea to get me laid. They wanted to convince me to sleep with a prostitute because they believed I have been working so much that it bored them. I couldn’t do that since I don’t have the right equipment. Why, you ask mister Shelby? Because I was a woman. That would be a deadly conversation. I would take a cap to the throat. Damn it.

I remained silent.

“Well?” he prompted.

“Tommy, give Byron tomorrow afternoon off. No, this afternoon. Give him a day off.” John said, his toothpick bouncing between his lips with each word.

Tommy’s eyes turned to me, like icicles in my soul. “Why?”

“I don’t need or want a day off, sir. I will be working.” I assured him, which resulted in a perfectly arched brow.

“Is that so? Then what is John saying?” I don’t know if he knew what the boys had suggested and was merely trying to embarrass me, or he was genuinely curious.

“We want to get him laid.” Arthur said happily. This made Tommy to turn to me with an inquisitive brow raised and a humorous half smirk.

“Get him laid. Eh?”

“No need, mister Shelby, I have work.” I try even harder to get out of this situation without raising too many suspicions. The problem was I couldn’t refuse too much. Not just because they were the peaky devils and no one got to refuse the devils and live a scar free life – if they get to live at all – but also what man would go so long without a good lay? That was the problem, and I didn’t know the answer. How far do I go with my refusal? Has it already been weird? I am not actually a man; I have no desire of sex, the way men usually have. And even if I have no way out of it, and have no choice but to… do as they want me. What am I even supposed to do? I lack the right thing… I don’t thing even I can fake that. And I can’t tell them I am not interested in women… men with such perverse fancies don’t usually last long. And what would I do with the…woman? Do I tell her? No. I can’t risk it at all. Do I do things? What things? How? And can I bring myself to do so?

The sounds of cheering snap me from my thoughts and I look at John confused.

“Congratulations Byron. You're going to get laid tonight.” He whistled happily, and I turned to look at Tommy Shelby, who was already walking away with Arthur as if he had not just given my life away to be toyed with.

I consider my life as Byron, under the employment of Thomas Shelby, possibly the only good thing that has happened to me since before the war. But right now, at this moment? I wanted to pull out a gun and shoot Thomas Shelby right in the head.

The rest of the day I did my best to look for things to do, things that would take long very long to accomplish. No such luck. I had kept the stables in tip-top shape. By the time the sun began to set and the long pale shadows of the Shelby men were cast on the entryway, I had pathetically surrendered myself to a fate possibly worse than death.

They came to me, jolly and drunk. Grabbed me by the scruff of my neck like I was some young pup with pig paws they wanted to show off and dragged me all the way across small heath. They continued to tease me with their crude jokes and promises of a ‘skilled woman’. I couldn’t care less.

My mind was frozen in fear. I couldn’t keep up with the banter, I could barely focus on their jokes to begin with. I suppose I understood then why they called them the peaky devils. It didn’t have anything to do with violence. It was just that they tormented people for their own amusement.

Cruel monsters.

“Here we are, Lad. This is Sophia’s place. She’s good. She’s been waiting for ye.” John laughed. I sighed and Arthur pushed me towards the door.

I had to think quick. I had to make a decision. Was I ready to commit to whatever fate befell me beyond that door? Was I ready to do whatever it takes to survive as Byron? Or was my resolve going to break here and now.

Minerva is dead.

I am Byron.

And by God I will live as Byron.

The door opens and I am pushed inside. “Have fun mate.” I hear them laugh.

And I stand inside the small, dimly lit apartment in front of another woman who was already halfway out of her clothes. “You are Sophia.” I try my best to keep a blank face.

She nodded and a curtain of soft reddish-brown hair fell over her shoulders, I gave her a once over, this was the woman they expected me to lay with under whatever misguided kindness those two devils had. She was pretty, I’ll give her that. Her hair was down to her voluptuous hips and her hazel eyes sparkled as if she was still some innocent girl. Her lips red with a curve so teasing I could not help but think that she was some minx. Furthermore, her skin unmarred with a pink flush of spring petals.

I was no man, but in that short moment, I could admit I knew why men marveled at the soft pale flesh of women. In that small moment I knew what Adam saw in Eve to eat that apple, what Hades saw in Persephone and what Romeo saw in Juliet. I was no man, but I didn’t need to be. to marvel at beauty, one doesn’t need to have a cock to pulse.

I would not mind laying my lips on her skin, I thought to myself.  I didn’t know what to make of my thoughts. I never considered myself a woman of perverse needs, but then again, I never knew I was a woman who could so easily live as a man shoveling shit for a job.

“The Shelby’s said I am yours for the afternoon.” She sounded nervous. “They paid me good to make sure you had your fill.”

“Of course, they did.” I couldn’t help the sarcasm lacing my tongue. “Their idea of a dumb gift.” I take a hand and run it across my face.

She frowned, then her face crumbled in worry. “You don’t like me? They said you would. If I am not... if you want someone else…” she looked a lot more worried than she should have about a man not wanting to sleep with her. “I don’t want the misters, Shelby cross, with me.”

Ah. There it was. The misters Shelby. I suppose I am not the only one they torment with their mere existence. She is a whore, and they bring a customer, and yet they bring about such worry that they make sex for a seasoned whore difficult. I pity her. I sympathized with her. Most importantly, I felt the need to do something.

Something that will forever close the gates of heaven for me.

“You are lovely.” I reassured and looked at her figure. Yes, truly, she was very beautiful, even a woman would admit that unless she was blind.  A thought dared to bloom in my head, like a snake rearing its head from between rocks, or the shining eyes of a black cat in a dark alley. Sin bloomed in my mind.

Jesus, marry and Joseph, I entertained the thought. God save my soul, I did not shy away from it. Save my soul, I liked the idea. I was a woman. It was a fact I could hide under Byron, but I can never erase. I, more than any man she has ever had in her bed, knew about women and their pleasures.

I will confess at the church later but for now, I will indulge myself. I am in a trap, between a rock and a hard place. Between the wrath of the peaky devils and the wrath of God, I knew I should fear the later more, but I was not foolish enough to think I could withstand the former. If I was going to die and burn in hell, I might as well spare myself the pain brought about by the Peaky Blinders.

I stake a step forward and bring my hand to her hair, caressing her locks and down to her neck and shoulders. Her lips parted, so did mine.

I brought my lips to hers and enjoyed the taste of Irish whiskey.  she closed her eyes and melted into me with practiced motions. her hands going towards my body, trying to strip me and please me as she has done to so many men. I hold her wrists in my hand and pull them away. “shouldn’t we be doing what I want?” I ask. 

she blinks a few times in confusion as if to say what man doesn’t want this but finally settles into my whim. and by God how much it truly was a whim. I take a lungful of her scent and willingly let the reins of my intrusive thoughts go, allowing my whims to set me ablaze by the fires of hell. I make quick work of her dress, as thin as it was, it didn’t take much to tear it away then I pushed her back onto the bed and stood over her to watch the scene before me. her hair tussled and a mess around her like flames a striking contrast to her pale flesh; her body was soft and full, the kind you would want to lay your head on for days. Her breasts large and soft, they had become flushed against the open air and to my perverse eyes they begged to be held, to be kissed and bitten. The thought had come to me like a warhorse stallion, the devils’ chants in my ear. Bite her. Bite her and mark her pale moonlight skin with red bites. Bite all of her. From those pouted lips, shapely neck, her shoulders, her breasts then all the way down to her soft belly and even lower.

Curles of ginger. Same shade of red but thicker curls. That’s what covered her sweet cunt. I was surprised by my own thoughts and by the way my brain filled and described the scene before me. never in my life had I thought about other women in this way and never had I thought what I would feel about it. hers was the only other woman’s bare body I had seen and it had me salivating like a starved man at a king’s feast. It was good that I had lost the rains of my actions, because my brain could not make sense of myself. Luckily, my body had a mind of its own and pure instincts drove me to things I didn’t even knew was possible.

She moaned and sighed at every bite and my blood boiled with the realization that her moans are music to my ears and I would never want them to stop. At times he tried to stop me, take my attention to other things, try to please me in ways other men would prefer but my mind was set on its ways.

The chant in my mind getting louder and louder. Bite her. Bite her. Kiss her. Taste her skin. Taste her scent. Lap at the sweetness she hides under those ginger curls. And by god’s grace how sweet she was. I understood then, why men where the way they were. I was no longer repulsed by their needy lust; not now that I had tasted the fountain source of all their desire. Why had it not occurred to me before? Why had I not seen it before? That once you taste of this sweetness, engulfed in lovely soft thighs and mesmerized by moans then you will never want for anything else. It seemed in her taste I could find the reason for all creation and in her sound, I could find the secrets of nature.

It became abundantly clear to me why men go to war over women, why they sing songs of sweet flesh or go mad over the love of a woman or why they spend their entire lives looking for a cunt to fuck. The only thing that confused me was why men of God vow chastity and call believers towards it since it is in her sweet cunt that I found the grace of God. Knuckles deep in her, I could feel life. All of it. perhaps because it would be impossible to sway anyone with heaven if they knew it is so easily attainable. Or maybe that was just me and my perverted mind. I was already dressed as a man living in some form of sin. Might as well go all the way.

Hours had passed by the time we finished or rather by the time he was too tiered to go on and I had taken my fill of pleasure. She had remained on the bed panting and whimpering in the sweetest voice.

“you’re going to tempt me again with all those pretty noises.” I teased. Somehow my exhausted brain could form sentences still.

“Please, anymore and I might die.” She hid herself under the covers. She was really cute. Especially now with all the pretty delicious markings I left on her skin.

I laughed as I straightened my clothes in front of her mirror and fixed my hair to appear somewhat respectable and decent. Since God knows nothing else of mine was decent at all. Definitely not my mouth. “I am leaving now. You tell misters Shelby while I didn’t ask for this, I am….” How was I going to finish this sentence? I am what? I am glad? Happy? Pleased? Hoping to do it again? I am surprised by the fact that I did all that I did in the past couple of hours? “Tell them I admit I needed the break. But please don’t do it again.”

“So, you are pleased?” she asks poking her head from under her covers.

“Yes. Very much.” I say in all the honesty I could muster after that deeply illuminating experience,

“Are you sure? You didn’t fuck me.”

“Girly, you were a mess with just a few fingers and my tongue. I don’t think you can handle an actual fucking.” I bragged in the way sexually confident men do. I hopped she believed my brag and took my teasing as it was and didn’t push the matter.

She grumbled under her breath something about men and their cocks and I was grateful I was in that category now. “You better be pleased because in not than the Shelby’s are going to have my head.”

“Relax. They don’t care. They just set me up to tease me anyways.” I laughed. This time genuinely. Now that I had tasted heaven, I wasn’t so mad about the teasing anymore. Maybe a bit stressed but right then and there I was buzzed to much on sin and heresy to care. “But if it really matters to you then, yes. I did enjoy myself. Very much so.”

I left her house and began my long walk in the dark and dim streets of small heath. Hoping to get a glass of Irish whiskey before the garrison closes, I made a turn to an alleyway I knew as a shortcut.

“Fuck.” I freely said into the cold air. “Fuck.” I said it again and felt for the first time a sense of freedom I had never even thought possible.

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