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mlmxreader · 4 months

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Mari Lwyd | Alfie Solomons x gn!reader

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↳ ❝ Alfie

15 “We’re not here for you, don’t worry”

24 “It’s alright, I got you, I got you” ❞

: ̗̀➛ For the first time, Alfie is exposed to a tradition he's not quite sure of.

: ̗̀➛ swearing, innuendo

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Winter had officially arrived, and while Alfie lit the candle for Hanukkah in the evening and joined in with you for prayer, he wasn't going to stop you from going to the festival in your home town.

It was only a few hours there and back in the car, but Alfie was more than happy to go with you and to bring Cyril along as well.

You both agreed that for three days, you would spend some time with your family, and for three days, you would go and see his family; for the other two days, you would spend it at home together.

Thankfully, your family had enough room for you both, and you were saddled with sharing the annex at the side of the house; it was quiet and peaceful, except for during the mornings when Cyril would play with the family dogs.

He was a clumsy old boy, and often accidentally knocked over the slimmer greyhounds; the black and white one wasn't too keen on Cyril, but the seal brown one with white spots randomly littered across her back adored him and thought he was her puppy.

With the Menorah sat on the table, you and Alfie had everything prepared and ready. Your family had theirs up, displayed on the mantle in the living room.

In the evening, you and Alfie would sit with them in the living room, eating sufganiyot and latkes; when the candle was lit, you would sit and pray and sing Maoz Tsur.

It all seemed rather normal, not many surprises to be had except for the Hanukkah gelt that was hidden around the house and the garden but out of reach of the dogs.

It was quite fun, really, and Alfie enjoyed helping your younger relatives with finding their lot, even if he was getting rather stiff from running around after them.

What he didn't expect, though, was when you walked into the annex; Cyril barked and howled at you, his hackles up as you stood in the bedroom. Alfie looked you up and down, furrowing his brows.

"Why the fuck are you dressed like a dead horse?"

You laughed softly as you did a twirl for him. "Mari Lwyd!"

Alfie frowned, taking the pole with the horse's skull from you and examining it. "Why?"

You grinned as you adjusted the sackcloth on your head to make sure it wouldn't fall. "We do it every year. We go knocking on houses, and we ask for entry in song... well, cywydd."

He nodded slowly, licking his lips. "I ain't dressin' up as a fuckin' dead horse."

You chuckled, shaking your head as you pointed to the door. "Nope. You're gonna be one of the men that escorts me."

He raised a brow. "Escort?"

"Yeah," you nodded. "It's just a bit of fun. You'll love it."

He was skeptical, in all honesty. Looking you up and down as he shook his head. "You owe me."

"It's alright, I got you, I got you," you beamed, taking the pole from him and gently setting it aside before taking his face in your hands. "One kiss now, another later - as payment."

Alfie shook his head, tugging you a little closer so you were stood between his legs. "Go up."

"Two now," you offered. "Two later?"

"Bit more," he hummed.

"Three now," you grinned. "Three later?"

"Four now," he bartered. "Four later."

"I can do that," you agreed, licking your lips as you laughed softly. "You sure you're gonna be alright to do this? I know your legs have been a bit sore."

Alfie shrugged as he hummed, leaning back slightly so he could get a good look at you. "I'll be alright as long as there ain't no fuckin' runnin' involved."

"There won't be," you told him with a shake of your head. "And we'll be back in time to light the candles, as well."

"You sure?"

"Mmhmm," you agreed with a nod. "We always are - and there'll be fresh sufganiyot."

He groaned softly as he nodded. "We're gonna have to nick some of they cunts, mind. My mum would love 'em."

"That won't be a problem," you admitted. "There's usually loads left over."

Cyril growled at the horse head, prompting Alfie to laugh as he grabbed the dog's collar. "It's alright, mate, we're not here for you, don't worry... it ain't gonna hurt thy."

You smiled, gently ruffling the dog's ears. "Aw, he's a good boy - ain't you, matey? You wanna go play with the others?"

He perked his ears up, looking at you with a wagging tail as he got down on his front legs; you laughed softly, going to the door and opening it so he could bolt into the garden. You were about to close the door when Alfie came up behind you, pulling you flush against him.

"You owe me," he warned playfully. "You got a payment to make, love."

You turned to face him, unable to keep the smile from your face as you looked to the bed. "I think I know where best to perform the transaction."

"C'mon, then."

"Wait," you laughed when he tugged at you. "I gotta lock the door, Alf!"

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cheekypeakyblinder · 1 year

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𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚂𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚋𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚢

That evening John had picked Franny up in the family car and taken her to the Garrison. The whole pub was singing. And it was strangely amusing. They sat down at the small front of the Garrison. Which was always reserved for the Shelby family. And they all drank beer.

The boys played cards while Franny talked to the new barmaid Grace. Grace had excused herself when she got a look from Thomas. And Franny her smile turned into a sly smirk. But look Thomas shut her off and she just lit a cigarette and sipped her beer. When Grace opened the door the singing was even louder. 'Jesus Christ Tommy, what the hell made you let them sing?' John asked chuckling and chewing on a small piece of wood. 'They sound like they're strangling cats out there.' Franny added laughing and leaning against John.

Thomas was laughing at them. 'All right 20 is the play. Come on.' Arthur said bringing the attention back to the game. 'And what made you change your mind, Tommy?' Arthur asked quite curious. Thomas was looking at Grace while she closed the door and the singing died down.' It's about time, Tommy.' John said with an even bigger grin.

'Time for what?' He asked. 'The time you took yourself a woman.' John said to him. 'Just play the bloody hands.' Tommy said while picking up his cards. And Franny and John exchanged a smirk. 'You stay the way you are, Tommy. Remember what Dad used to say.' Arthur said. 'Fast woman and slow horses will ruin your life.' Both Arthur and John almost sang. To which Franny looked confused and almost hurt.

When suddenly lights were approaching in front of the Garrison. 'Coppers.' John said. 'no.' Thomas said he exchanged a look with Franny. Who nodded and she jumped up and through the door. Which left John and Arthur confused. The doors went open and the singing went down. Franny was switching dresses with Grace. Leaving her in the more waitressy look then her own corset dress.

'Go home Grace. It's going to end nasty.' Franny said pulling her hair pin down making her hair fall on her shoulders. Grace didn't want to go. 'If you want to live and work here a bit longer you go home now.' Franny demanded. She pushed Grace almost out of the door and she walked back up to the bar of the Garrison. Where a few men with guns had walked in. All the sounds had died down.

'Holy shit it's Billy Kimber.' Harry the owner of the Garrison said. Franny stood next to him. 'We need to get everyone home.' Franny said softly. He looked down to the smaller Franny and was confused for a second but he knew Thomas played games sometimes. Billy Kimber entered the Garrison. He looked just as awful as Franny could remember. He was small and his mustache was not making him look any younger.

'Is there any man here named Shelby?' Kimber asked. No one answered. So Billy Kimber pulled his gun and shot up (thankfully) 'I said is there any man named Shelby?' he asked again. Everyone had ducked down from the sounds of gun. When the door of the side room opened. And Thomas walked out. Fastly followed by Arthur and John. 'Harry, get these men a drink. Everyone else go home!' Thomas demanded.

Everyone quickly went outside leaving just the men of Kimber, the Shelby men and Harry and Franny. They put a table in the middle making Kimber sit down on one side and the Shelby's on the other side. Franny came put with a bottle of whiskey and glasses and poured everyone some. 'Kimber sat down on one side and his advisor on the other side. When Franny reached them Thomas, John and Arthur saw Kimber look and before he could stretch out a hand John was already ready to throw a fit. But Thomas spoke up. 'Fran, that's enough thank you.'

'All right Mr. Shelby.' She politely said and she quickly left to the bar. 'I've never approved of women in pubs, but when they look like that...' Kimber spoke up. Thomas quickly changed the subject before everyone would be fighting. 'You said you wanted men called Shelby.' Thomas said while lighting a cigarette. 'You got three of them.'

'Well I'd never heard of ya, Then I did hear of ya. Some little Diddicoy razor gang. I thought to myself, 'So, What?'' Kimber started. 'But then you fuck me over. So now you have my undivided attention.' He said changing faces through John to Arthur to Thomas. 'By the way which one am I talking to? Who's the boss?' He said pointing to all three of them.

They were silent for a second and Arthur looked up towards him. 'Well I'm the oldest.' He just said. 'Clearly.' Kimber said with a laugh. 'Are you laughing at my brother?' John then fastly cut in. Fran looked up from the bar seeing John looking down from his hat. If looks could kill Kimber would have been dead a hundred times. Kimber was shifting in his seat before saying something. 'Right.' Kimber then said.

'He's the oldest.' He said pointing to Arthur. 'You're the thickest.' He said pointing to John. 'I'm told the boss is called Tommy and I'm guessing that's you, because you've been looking me up and down like I'm a fucking tart.' Kimber said looking now directly at Thomas. Who was sitting there looking at Kimber. Just holding his cigarette not losing eye contact. 'I want to know what you want.' Thomas then said.

Suddenly the man next to Kimber spoke up. 'There were suspicious betting patterns at Kempton Park. A horse called Monaghan Boy.' he said. 'He won by a length twice and then finished last, with three thousand pounds bet on him.' He concluded himself. 'Which one am I talking to.' Thomas then said looking at Kimber and then at the other man. 'Which one of you is the boss?' 'I am Mr. Kimber's adviser and accountant.' He explained. But Kimber is a hothead so he cut right back in. 'And I'm the fucking boss.' He said while standing up trying to intimidate Thomas. 'Okay, right, end of parley.

'You fixed a race without my permission.' He stopped raging for a second before calling them 'Fucking Gypsy scum.'

'What, live of the war pensions of these poor Garrison Lane widows!' 'That's your level. I am Billy Kimber, I run the races!' he said, Kimber was almost as red as a strawberry. 'And you fixed one of them so I'm going to have you shot against a post.' He said before turning around and wanting to walk out of the Garrison. But Thomas stood up.

'Mr. Kimber wait.' he wanted to walk after him. But Kimber's pit bulls directly raised their guns at him. Thomas then threw Kimber something. And Kimber catched it and looked at it. 'That is my name in it. It's from the Lee family. You are also at war with the Lees, Mr. Kimber, am I right?' He said looking at Kimber. Kimber was walking a few paces back to the table holding on to the thing in his hands. Which Franny later learned was a bullet engraved with Thomas his name.

'The Lees are attacking your bookies and taking your money. Your men can't control them. You need help. ' Thomas was repping up. 'Perhaps we should listen to what Mr. Shelby has to say.' The advisor spoke up. 'Before we make our decisions.' 'Right. The Lees are doing a lot of talking at the fairs. They have a lot of kin. They're saying the race tracks are easy meat, because the police are busy with strikes. Now, we have connections. We know how they operate.' Thomas explained.

'You have muscle. Together we can beat them. Divided, maybe not.' Thomas concluded his speech. Leaving Kimber with nothing to say waiting on his adviser to speak.' Mr. Kimber, perhaps we should take some time for reflection, possibly make arrangements for a second meeting.' The advisor said.

'I admire you, Mr. Kimber.' Thomas said they had not broken off eye contact. Which was impressive to Franny. 'You started with nothing, and built a legitimate business. It would be an honor to work with you, Mr. Kimber.' Thomas said. Kimber was looking down on Thomas. Then to his brothers before speaking.

'Nobody works with me. People work for me.' Kimber then took a coin out of his pocket and threw it onto the floor in front of Thomas. 'Pick it up Pikey' He just said. The three boys did not move. But then Thomas went through his knees to get the piece of money John stood up directly to protect Thomas. But Thomas threw his hand towards John.

'Sit down.' And John did. Thomas picked up the coin Kimber looked at him. 'That's for your ceiling.' he said before turning towards the door. 'Thank you, Mr. Kimber.' Thomas said. His advisor stood up and walked over to Thomas. 'We will be at Cheltenham.'

'As will I.' Thomas said the advisor nodded to Thomas before leaving the pub. The two pit bulls of bodyguards walked after them leaving the pub. Thomas walked after them closing the door. He walked back to the table. Where both John and Arthur still sat drinking down a glass of Whiskey. Franny walked over and took a glass herself.

'So you picked a fight with the Lees on purpose. Tommy, we can't mess with Billy Fucking Kimber.' Arthur said to Thomas putting his glass back on the table. He threw Franny the coin Kimber threw at him. 'Get yourself a decent haircut, man. We're going to the races.' Thomas said with a grin. Arthur was still not completely over it. But both John and Franny were over the moon they loved the betting's but they loved the races even more.

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ackermanbitch · 2 years

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STOP writing about thomas shelby 😡😡😡START writing about bonnie gold 😍😍 edit is from cillianstoe on tiktok I HIGHLY recommend looking at her peaky edits if you havent

#bonnie gold #peaky blinders #peaky blinders edit #peaky blinders x yn #peaky blinders x reader #bonnie gold x reader #thomas shelby

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shewrites444 · 9 months

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arranged [thomas shelby x reader smut]

[ i’ve never written about one of cillian murphy’s characters but oppenheimer has me feeling a bit inspired lately. i haven’t watched peaky blinders in ages, so apologizes if it’s not completely accurate to the storyline. ]

[update: arranged part 2 ]

word count - 2.1k

[ summary - the reader and tommy agree to an arranged marriage that suits both of their needs. despite their disliking of each other, the two seem quite fond of each other in the bedroom, especially on their wedding night. ]

[ warnings - enemies to lovers trope that includes unprotected sex, oral, roughness, etc ]

thomas shelby was the last man i ever imagined myself being wedded to, but when my father unexpectedly passed and i no longer had the protection of his people, i had to find another way to make sure i wouldn’t be a victim to any gangs of birmingham - including the peaky blinders.

of course, tommy would never have married me if there wasn’t something i could offer him in return - that happened to be a ton of inherited money from my father, and several breweries i now technically owned, and numerous meeting spots that only i knew about, that the coppers would never find him or his family at, during anytime of the day.

despite the convenience of our arrangement, there was nothing favorable for either of us past the business side of things. our families had been at each other’s throats for years and now that my father was gone, a lot of that tension was, but nevertheless, you can’t expect a peaky blinder to not hold a grudge, even on their wedding night.

“see, that wasn’t so bad.” i mutter to my newly wed husband, walking into the dimly lit bedroom as i took off my white heels, setting them aside the now shut door. i watch as tommy began to unbutton his white dress shirt, and i sigh to myself, but loud enough to quirk his brow.

i tuck my hair behind my ears, walking to the bed and pulling the sheets down to prepare for what would hopefully be a fairly long sleep, given that i’d prefer not think much about who i was now standing across from.

“you don’t have to stay in here tonight if you don’t want to or even at all, tommy. you already have children and i’m aware you don’t want more, and frankly, i don’t want any, so just lie and tell polly the marriage was consummated tomorrow morning. go on.” i gesture my hand up and towards the door, watching his blank expression as i spoke in a more demanding, harsh manner.

he walked towards the bed, untucking his side, his shirt now unbuttoned and his toned, pale body at my exposure, which only made my cheeks redden as the muscles flexed with his movements. i may have despised the man for his profession, but it’s not like he wasn’t physically attractive.

“i may not be so found of you, mrs. shelby, but i do keep my marriage duties, at least to sleep beside you.” he says plainly, sitting down on the white sheets before looking up to me with a teasing expression. it almost felt wrong to see him show any emotion besides, well, none. “now, do i have to make you turn around while i fuck you, or can you bare the sight of me while doing so?”

i roll my eyes with a smirk, laying down and hovering my face above his before biting my bottom lip, glancing at his own with a bit of temptation, but nothing i couldn’t ignore for the sake of my ego. “i’m shocked you even asked to touch me, mr. shelby. peaky blinders have always seemed so forward with what they want.”

he tilted his head, his well-groomed hair bouncing lightly at the movement, now reaching over to hold the back of my neck, running his fingertips through the ends of my hair. “would you prefer i not ask? you didn’t strike me as the type of woman who’d prefer to be fucked like an animal.”

“you didn’t strike me as the type of man to wait until we were wed to even discuss sex, so we’re both a bit surprised. have you been distracted with other women through our engagement, dear husband?”

he scoffed at my comment, sitting up and leaning himself down to peck at my neck lightly, his heated breath against my tingling skin, a pit forming in my stomach at the touch he never dared grant me until now.

“you never gave me any suggestion to fuck before tonight, [y/n]. i assumed you wouldn’t allow me to lay a finger on you. this all seemed like a business opportunity, a plan for protection and financies, nothing more.” he muttered through his kisses, trailing his lips down to my covered chest before looking up to me again. “so, how about i ask you like a gentlemen, mrs. shelby. is this for business, or not?”

i shrug softly, glancing down to meet his seductive, icy blue eyes. “i think i’ll be able to tell if it is or not when you fuck me, mr. shelby."

he reached over to pull me on top of him, grabbing the white gown that dressed me and helping me to slip it off my core and past my arms, tossing it to the floor, which exposed me in nothing but my underwear, my breasts falling out of the fabric and resting before him. he took one hand to hold my back, the other cupping one breast and his thumb flicking at the hardening nipple. i feel him push me down, his lips attaching to the bud as i let out a soft moan, shocked by how sensual thomas shelby could be if directed to do so.

i could feel the bulge in his pants growing, beginning to grind myself against the black pants while he fondled my breasts with his mouth and free hand, the other that was once on my back now guiding itself down to my ass. he pulled himself away from my breast, panting softly to himself as the tension began to increase between our moving bodies.

“take off your panties and lay down on your back, won't you.” he said to me in a more demanding tone. i stood up and did so, spreading my legs before him as he undressed himself at the side of the bed, soon leaning down in front of me.

i chew my bottom lip at the sight of the man before me, but gasp as his tongue links to my clit, swirling and flicking around the sensitive bud of skin, while i only grow wetter through his touch and the saliva that collected against my entrance. i reach down to hold his head of black hair, my other hand resting against my chest while he continued to give me nothing but pleasure.

“this… this doesn’t seem… like b-business to me…” i stutter my words, my back arching at every sensitive touch he brought to my body. my words made him pull away, a smirk on his wet lips as he stuck one finger inside of me, pumping and curling it slowly enough to draw a loud moan from my lips before pulling it out right after.

he leaned down and gestured for me to open my mouth, sticking his finger inside for me to taste my own juices before pulling it out and licking it himself.

“neither does this, how wet you are for me. are you sure you want to take back the consummation of our arrangement, hm? it seems you like my tongue, mrs. shelby. do you think i’ll like yours?” he grinned, standing up and pointing his full erection towards me, holding it in one hand as i sat up on the bed.

i blush, getting off of the bed and onto my knees before him. i take his length into one hand, pumping it slowly as i look up to him, our eyes locked when i lean forward and take his tip into mouth, a heavy sigh coming from his lips as i begin to suck him off. he was thick and much longer than any man i’d ever been with, and frankly, if we were to sleep together tonight, i was a bit nervous of how my body would take him and the aftermath of it all tomorrow morning.

“fuck, fill your throat with me, [y/n]..” he moaned, both hands holding the back of my head as he thrusted himself towards my face. i took his cock down my throat, my eyes closing almost immediately as a tear runs down my cheek from the unexpected penetration, moving my head back and forth as his balls slap against my wet chin.

he tilted his head, mouth hung open as he watched me take him down my throat. i could hear his breath cutting short each time he thrusted, his cock twitching inside my mouth as he edged himself through each stroke. when he could tell through my reddening expression and glossy eyes that i was a bit overstimulated, he slowly pulled himself out of my mouth, leaning down to help me back on my feet and onto the bed.

he kneeled down before me, grabbing my face with both hands and pressing a passionate kiss against my lips, his tongue pushing itself into my mouth, which distracted me from the way he was moving my body off the bed again. he wraps his arms around me and guides me across the room and to the dresser, where he then breaks the kiss and turns me around, bending my body against the wood to where i made eye contact with the mirror that connected the furniture.

"i think this is worth the watch, don't you?" he teases, a devilish smirk across his face as he takes my neck in one hand, the other trailing before my pussy, his index and middle fingers attaching to my clit as he pushes himself inside of me without warning.

i gasp, watching my mouth open as he begins to fuck me, hard, against the dresser. the stimulation above my insides didn't make this any easier to take, given the fact i could already feeling my climax building in a matter of seconds.

i rest both palms against the wood, watching tommy's lips trail to my shoulder as he kissed against my sweating skin, leaving fresh hickeys from time to time, marking me like i was more than just an arrangement to him. if anything, this showed me that thomas shelby may not favor me, but he sure wanted the world to know i was his wife, and no one else's.

"i could fuck you all day, [y/n]. nothing fucking... compares to... how good you feel, fuck.." he muttered between kisses, looking up to meet my eyes in the mirror, his hand moving from my neck to hold my left breast tightly, halting it from bouncing throughout his thrusts. "do you feel me as much as i feel you?"

i nod, mouth still hung open, unable to even speak a word as tommy pulled my body closer, his fingers digging into my clit and forcing me to arch my back down, my ass pressing against him and causing even harsher friction between our bodies while he quickened his pace at the touch, the sound of our skin slapping together overpowering the bedroom.

i suddenly feel his arm wrap around my waist, and then the other, holding me so close and his body leaned so far down my back was touching his core. he thrusted deeper, further than what i even thought was possible for him to go, and so much so to the point i was in immense pain, but god, it felt so fucking good. his cock overpowered my entire body, and i felt my orgasm rushing to the surface, fluids leaking out from inside of me past himself and dripping between my legs, his own orgasm filling my insides within a matter of seconds after.

i feel him slide out of me, catching his own breath and helping turn me around to face him. he takes my hand and places the other on my back, guiding me to the bed once more and laying me down, pulling the sheet on top of me to cover my stomach down, my breasts exposed to the cold air. i feel his lips against my chest, lightly kissing from my nipples, to my shoulders, to my neck, and to my lips, once more. he smiles softly, and genuinely, to me, before snapping out of his sappy mood to grab a cigarette from the nightstand, lighting it.

"do you think we'll be doing this again?" he asks quietly, handing me the cigarette. "doesn't seem like it would be a negative thing to add to our arrangement, eh?"

i smirk, blowing the smoke out from my lips and towards the ceiling. "i wouldn't be opposed, but if you fuck me that hard every time, i'm not sure i would be able to get out of bed the next morning."

he chuckled to himself, standing up and walking to the other side of the bed, sliding himself into the sheets and putting out the cigar. he took me into his arms, lighting running his hand across my hair. "we can see about that. goodnight, mrs. shelby."

i rest my head against his chest, closing my eyes and smiling to myself, partially hoping tommy wouldn't see my vunerability.

"goodnight, mr. shelby."

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warnersister · 4 months

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“The silent treatment” Alfie Solomons x Reader

Alfie Solomons x Wife!Reader

You can’t stay mad and quiet at him forever, at least not if he can help it.

You looked Alfie in the eyes before you shook your head and turned around, walking away from your husband. “Where are you going?” You stayed silent, walking up the stairs to get yourself ready for bed. He creased his brows and followed closely behind you. “You can’t just stop an argument by not talking.” You didn’t even acknowledge him, just undoing the back to your dress and allowing it to fall to the floor; unclipping your hair from your updo and letting it fall.

Alfie felt offended: that was his job; you always let him take down your hair.

“Ziskeit, the silent treatment isn’t the way to go about this.” He told you, but you just wandered off to put your slip dress and slide into bed. Alfie was still stood in the doorway in disbelief, watching as you went on about your day as if you didn’t live with your husband of three years.

“Poppet-” click the lamp beside your bed turned off and Alfie’s jaw was on the floor, tutting at you. How dare you? He went about his own nightly routine, trying not to seem wounded by his lack of goodnight kisses and giggles as he’d tickle your neck with his beard. Eventually, he laid beside you and put an arm around your waist but it was shrugged off. “Look treacle I don’t care how fucked off you are with me, right. But I should be able to sleep comfortably with my wife.” He said, gruffly into your ear; moving again to replace his hand.

Again, you’d pushed it off. “Fucking unbelievable. Cant touch my own wife.” He’s grumbled, turning over and crossing his arms to try to force himself to sleep angrily when all he really wanted was your embrace on a cold night.

The next morning, he’d woken up to you doing your hair at the vanity he’d bought you for your last birthday. He’d walked over and pecked your cheek. “Morning ziskeit” he said and you said nothing, didn’t even look at him. He sighed exasperatedly. “Still doing that are we.”

He put his hands on the back of your chair and leant down to look at you in the mirror. “Real mature of you this, poppet.” He told you, taking the hair in the pony tail and wrapping it around his hand. “Knew I’d married a younger woman when we said our vows but didn’t realise I’d married a little girl.” He tugged the hair sharply. “Perhaps you need daddy to reeducate you, hmm?” You looked back at him in the mirror and shivered, and for a moment he’d thought he’d won. You just picked up the nice little expensive perfume bottle he’d bought you and sprayed it twice on your neck, getting him straight in the face. He just huffed and let you be. You couldn’t continue this forever.

He trudged down the stairs and went to make you both some breakfast, simultaneously tightening jars and putting cans higher than he knew you could reach, placing a plate in front of you when you’d arrived downstairs. But before you could even look at it, Alfie had wagged his finger at you. “Only girls who use their manners get fed.” He said and you narrowed your eyes. He took your chin in a hand and hummed at you as though speaking with a disobedient child. “Hmm? So? You going to ask politely, ziskeit?” You clenched your jaw and swatted the hand away once more, standing to go feed Cyril.

It went on similarly for the rest of the day, you trying to open things, to no avail - just for your husband to swoop in like some saviour and offer to do it “if you just say please” to which you’d throw the jar in the bin. Or when you’d stretch go grab something high up, even trying to climb on the counter, feeling hands on your waist “I’ll give you a hand, just have to ask, treacle.” And you’d jump down.

And it was like Groundhog Day as he found himself in the same position he was in yesterday. “Please loves, just need to hear your voice I’m sorry.” He’d pleaded, watching you undress ready for bed. “Right-” he’d grabbed you and threw you over his shoulder, barely any garments covering your dignity. He gently dropped you on the bed and settled himself between your legs, ripping your undergarments off as he looked up at you “let’s see how long you can stay fucking quiet”

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musicforastylesrestaurant · 28 days

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By Order Of The Crimson Brotherhood.

(peaky blinder!harry)

masterlist || ask me anything

in which, the year is 1921, and the city of manchester is under the control of the ruthless gang the crimson brotherhood, so when there leaders wife gets mobbed in the streets on her way home from the farmers market, the styles brothers make sure they know she is one of there own.

word count - 2.6k

authors note - ik this isn’t everyone’s cup of tea but i have 100% been in my peaky blinders era as of the beginning of the month, im already on season four 🙈🙈 and thought it would be kind of cute to join the two worlds together, don’t know if this will turn out any good but who knows?? anywho enjoy angels 💗💞

January, 1921.

Harry Edward Styles, a man born and raised in the city of Manchester, a man known for his ruthlessness, his strong will and his dangerous antics.

Him aswell as his brothers roamed the streets of Holmes Chapel, with razor blades down into the flat caps which ultimately led to fear seeping into the bones of there enemies.

Which they had a lot of.

The Styles Brothers were well renown around those ends, the family always had been, there father wasn’t present and there mother died when the youngest brother was barely a year old.

Harry met you, his gorgeous girl at the age of nineteen, the two of you were childhood sweethearts, destined to be together no matter the circumstances.

You were wandering around the streets, when you bumped into him and his elder brothers Charlie and George. You were about to fall to the floor but your wrist was captured in the hands of the leader, who caught you and raised you back to your feet carefully.

You asked how you could return the favour and he muttered something along the lines of ‘you could let me take you out for a night on the town’

And the rest was history.

When the war broke out, Harry knew for a fact that he would be getting called up to represent his country, and at the point the two of you were already engaged, but he demanded that the two of you be husband and wife before he was shipped off, explaining that if he was to die, he wanted to die as your husband.

So, the two of you had a small ceremony and you officially became Mr and Mrs. Styles.

When he returned home from war, he demeanour was slightly colder due to everything that he had seen and been through, he was colder to everyone around him, except for you.

He could never be angry, harsh, callous or aggravated around you.

People feared him before he went to war, but when he returned it was like he was a ticking time bomb, one wrong move and heads would be blown.

He ruled Manchester.

And that would never, ever change.

In the heart of Manchester, you move with the grace of a queen, your every step echoing the legacy of the Crimson Brotherhood, the notorious gang led by your husband, Harry Styles.

Despite the weight of your marital ties, you refuse to be confined by the expectations placed upon you.

Alone at the market, you weave through the stalls with purpose, selecting the finest ingredients for the dinner you plan to prepare for your husband, and his brothers.

Determination fuels your steps as you pick out fresh produce, savory meats, and delicate spices, each item chosen with care to create a meal worthy of the Crimson Brotherhood.

You approach the butcher's stall with a slightly sense of innocence, the scent of freshly cut meat mingling with the bustling atmosphere of the market. As you exchange pleasantries with the butcher, you can't help but admire the array of cuts on display, each one a testament to the skill and expertise of the person behind the counter.

"Good afternoon, love. What can I get for you today?"

Returning the smile, you reply, "I'm looking for four round beef steaks, please."

One for you, one for Harry, one for Charlie and one for George.

The butcher nods, already reaching for the desired cuts. "Ah, excellent choice. Coming right up."

As they expertly select the steaks, you engage in friendly banter. "Busy day at the market?"

The butcher chuckles, their hands deftly working the meat. "Always is, especially with the sun shining like this. But I can't complain, keeps me on my toes."

You nod in agreement, admiring their skill. "I can imagine. Thank you for always providing such quality cuts."

With a satisfied grin, the butcher presents the four round beef steaks, neatly packaged and ready for you. "There you go, love. These should do the trick."

"Thank you so much," you reply gratefully, accepting the package. "I really appreciate it."

"It's my pleasure," the butcher says warmly. "Enjoy your meal."

With the package of steaks safely tucked into your basket, you bid farewell to the lively atmosphere of the farmers market. The sun's warm rays still linger, casting a golden glow over the bustling streets of Manchester.

As you walk, you can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at having secured the ingredients for tonight's dinner.

Reaching into your basket, you retrieve a pair of gloves, slipping them onto your hands with practiced ease.

Just as you're about to slip the second glove onto your hand, a sudden grip tightens around your arm, pulling you forcefully backward.

Startled, you gasp as you're dragged into the dimly lit entrance of a secluded alleyway, the bustling sounds of the market fading into the distance behind you.

Heart pounding, you struggle against your assailant, your fingers instinctively tightening around the basket's handle, the package of steaks forgotten in your grip.

Panic surges through you as you're dragged deeper into the darkness, your mind racing with fear and uncertainty.

As the man's grip tightens around your arm, you're suddenly face to face with a stranger whose features are etched with menace. His blonde hair falls haphazardly across his scarred face, the jagged line drawing your attention to the intensity in his eyes.

The overpowering stench of rotten egg fills your nostrils, sending a shiver down your spine as he speaks.

"Just the girl I've been looking for," he growls, his words sending a chill through your trembling body. Tears blur your vision as you stare back at him, unable to comprehend the terror unfolding before you.

He was Irish.

In a voice thick with malice, he continues, his words slicing through the air like a blade. "Your husband and his brothers owe me, and I aim to collect. And what better way to send a message than through his darling wife?"

You try to speak, to plead for mercy, but fear has stolen your voice. Before you can utter a word, his fist connects with your jaw, sending you sprawling to the ground.

Gasping for breath, you curl into yourself, the pain radiating through your body like fire.

The man's laughter echoes off the walls, cold and cruel. "They crossed me, and now it's time to pay the price. And you, my dear, are the perfect pawn in this little game of ours."

As he delivers blow after brutal blow, each impact driving the air from your lungs, you cling to the faint hope that someone will come to your rescue.

But as the darkness closes in around you, you realize that you are utterly alone, at the mercy of a man whose cruelty knows no bounds.

With aching limbs, you muster the strength to push yourself upright, the world spinning around you as you struggle to focus through the haze of pain and fear.

Casting a wary glance over your shoulder, you retrieve the basket of food that had fallen to the ground during the attack.

With trembling hands, you wipe the dried blood from the corner of your mouth, the metallic taste lingering on your tongue as a grim reminder of the violence you've endured.

Summoning every ounce of willpower, you force yourself to take a step forward, the basket clutched tightly to your chest. Your movements are slow and unsteady, each step sending waves of agony rippling through your battered body.

As you reach the end of the alleyway, you pause, casting a furtive glance around to ensure that no one is watching. The last thing you need is for someone to see you in this state, vulnerable and exposed.

With a silent prayer for strength, you begin the agonizing journey home, every step a testament to your resilience in the face of unspeakable cruelty. Tears threaten to spill from your waterline, but you refuse to let them fall, determined to maintain a facade of strength until you reach the safety of your own four walls.

With each agonizing step, you inch closer to the familiar sight of 24 Spring Lane, your sanctuary from the horrors of the outside world.

The journey that once felt like a mere stroll now stretches out before you like an eternity, every movement a testament to the relentless ache that pulses through your battered body.

Finally, you reach the doorstep, the key trembling in your hand as you struggle to insert it into the lock. Your fingers fumble with the familiar motion, the simple act of unlocking the door now a monumental task in your weakened state.

As you push open the door and step inside, relief washes over you, tempered only by the searing pain that courses through your body with each labored breath.

The injuries inflicted upon you by your assailant are beginning to take their toll, the dull throb in your ribs now accompanied by a sharp sting at the top of your eyebrow.

Unaware of your husband's presence, you stagger into the living room, your focus consumed by the overwhelming need to seek refuge from the torment of the outside world. But as you drop the basket to the floor and collapse onto the ground, a cry of pain escapes your lips, the weight of your injuries too much to bear alone.

In the dim light of the room, you catch a glimpse of Harry sitting in the corner, a cigarette dangling from his lips.

His expression is unreadable, his gaze fixed on some distant point beyond your line of sight.

As you collapse onto the floor, your body wracked with pain, Harry's instinct kicks in, propelling him across the room in a blur of motion. With a sense of urgency, he drops his cigarette and rushes to your side, his hands reaching out to catch you before your skull can meet the unforgiving wooden floor.

His eyes widen in shock and concern as he takes in the extent of your injuries, his heart clenching at the sight of blood staining your face and clothes. Gently, he cradles the back of your head, his touch both tender and urgent as he ensures your safety in the midst of the chaos.

"M’Love, what happened?" Harry's voice is thick with worry, his usually steady demeanor shaken by the sight of you in such distress.

He carefully brushes the hair from your face, his touch feather-light against your bruised skin.

You struggle to find the words to answer him, the pain making it difficult to form coherent thoughts, let alone speak. But as you meet his gaze, the unspoken understanding that passes between you is enough to convey the depths of your suffering.

Without hesitation, Harry gathers you into his arms, cradling you against his chest with a fierce protectiveness that belies the tenderness in his touch. As he holds you close, you feel a sense of safety wash over you, a comforting reminder that no matter the trials you may face, you will always find refuge in his embrace.

As Harry holds you close, his voice filled with concern, he gently urges you to tell him who is responsible for your injuries. But fear grips you tightly, paralyzing your voice as you shake your head vehemently, unable to form the words to convey the terror that still grips your heart.

"Please, love," Harry implores, his eyes searching yours for any sign of reassurance. "Y’need to tell me who did this. I won't let ‘em hurt you again, I promise."

But the memory of the man's cruel laughter and the violence he inflicted upon you looms large in your mind, filling you with a sense of dread at the thought of facing him again. How can you trust that Harry's promise will hold against such ruthless brutality?

Tears stream down your face as you cling to Harry, your body trembling with the weight of your fear and pain. You long to confide in him, to share the burden of your suffering, but the words remain trapped within you, a silent scream of anguish and despair.

In response to your silent plea, Harry's grip tightens around you, his arms a shield against the darkness that threatens to consume you.

"I swear to you, (Y/N)," he murmurs, his voice a soothing balm against the turmoil raging within you. "Whoever did this won't ever be able to hurt you again. I'll make sure of it."

"I... I don't know his name," you manage to say, your voice trembling with fear and pain. "But he... he had blonde hair and... and a scar."

Harry's expression darkens as he processes your words. "Patrick McDonald," he mutters, his voice laced with anger and recognition. "Bloody hell."

Another wave of pain radiates from your ribs, causing you to instinctively turn your head into your husband's chest, seeking comfort in his embrace.

As you lean against him, Harry's arms tighten around you, a silent vow of protection against the threat that looms on the horizon.

"I'll deal with him," he promises, his voice a low growl. "No one hurts my wife and gets away with it."

“George, Charlie!”

You hadn't even realized they were in the house, lost in the chaos of your own pain and fear, but now they appear, their presence a welcome relief amidst the turmoil.

With wide eyes, George and Charlie rush into the room, their expressions shifting from confusion to concern as they take in the sight of you battered and bruised on the floor.

"What happened to ‘er?" George demands, his voice edged with worry as he kneels beside you, his hands hovering over your injuries.

Harry's jaw clenches with barely contained fury as he speaks the name that has haunted your nightmares since the attack.

"Patrick McDonald," he growls, his voice thick with anger and determination.

Charley lets out a harsh breath, his expression darkening with recognition.

"Bloody hell," he mutters, his fists clenching at his sides.

As the gravity of the situation sinks in, George's gaze flickers between you and his brothers, his features set in a steely resolve.

"We need to find him," he declares, his voice firm with determination.

Harry nods in agreement, his eyes burning with a fierce determination.

"And when we do, he'll wish he'd never laid a hand on her," he vows, his voice a low growl.

With trembling hands, you grip tight onto your husband's waistcoat, your eyes pleading with him not to leave your side.

"Please, H," you beg, your voice wavering with fear and desperation. "Don't leave me."

Harry's gaze softens as he looks down at you, his heart aching at the sight of your pain.

"I have to, m’love," he murmurs, his voice laced with regret. "That bastard deserves hell f’what he did to you, and he's going to get what's coming to him."

You shake your head frantically, tears streaming down your bruised cheeks.

"But I need you here," you plead, your voice barely a whisper amidst the chaos of the room. "I'm scared, H. Please don't leave me alone."

For a moment, Harry's resolve wavers, his love for you outweighing the thirst for vengeance burning within him. But then, with a heavy heart, he gently extricates himself from your grasp, his eyes filled with determination as he rises to his feet.

"I promise, (Y/N)," he says, his voice firm with resolve. "When we find him, he's going to hurt just like he hurt you, s’a promise, and I never, ever break promises. He’ll get what’s coming to him one way or another.”

“By order of the Crimson Brotherhood."

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Tangled Desires (and Broken Innocence)

Summary: In the gritty streets of Birmingham, the Shelby brothers rule with an iron fist. The source of their success in the criminal underworld? Their loyalty to one another. Yet, everything changes when a mysterious girl named Lola Haze and her family arrive in town. Young, bratty, and irresistible in her short sundress, she stirs Tommy, Arthur, and John's curiosity. In her attempt to flee from a toxic home and the awful secrets she hides, Lola decides to ignite the three brothers' desire. Yet she soon understands that these violent delights can only have violent ends and that she will never escape this hell she created: a hell located between love and abuse with three men.

TW: Extreme violence, M/M/F/M, kidnapping, porn with plot, rough sex, huge age gap (Lola is legal), Dubcon, mention of child abuse, highly inspired by Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov and Lana Del Rey's song. We don't know Lola's real name so consider her (Y/N).

🫧 Playlist

🫧 Theme Song: Lolita by Lana Del Rey

🫧 Masterlist:

Coming soon on Tumblr too.

Chapter 1: Tumblr | AO3

Chapter 2: Tumblr | AO3

Chapter 3: Tumblr | AO3

Chapter 4: c o m i n g . . .

Chapter 5:

Chapter 6:

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

(More to come?)

🫧 Author's notes:

This will be a multi-chapter fic but the posting schedule will be irregular and I really don't know where I'm going with this. All I can tell you is that don't get fooled by the pink - this was supposed to be Halloween so it’s extremely dark, noncon and disturbing.

Also, I don't expect this to be popular. If you still want to be tagged just leave a little comment.

Please don't force yourself to read because you're my mutuals. It's okay to stay safe.

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moral-terpitude · 2 years

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hi I love your work so much !! and I wanted to know if I could request (not sure if I’m doing this right since I’m not all too familiar with tumblr) a Thomas Shelby imagine where y/n cut ties with her family long before she meet tommy, married him, had kids, etc ya kno her happy ending and they track her down to arrow house like “ya there’s probably a maid here that goes by y/n were just gonna be taking her with us” and tommy goes all protective husband mode like “no she’s the lady of this house and MY wife” thank you and luv u

Oh sweet Anon! Thank you so much! It makes me happy to hear it. I’ve jumped the queue a bit to do this cause I was particularly in the mood for it today!

November.

The morning was cold as you donned your coat and made your way to your husbands office before heading in to town.

You knocked, but entered without waiting for a response, opening drawers and searching for a pen while he finished a phone call.

“Where are you off to?” He asked as he returned the phone to the receiver, fingers creeping under your wool coat to warm your lower back, although it seemed to be you warming him with how cold his hands were.

“I’ve a doctor appointment and I figured while I was in town I would finish gathering presents for the kids and pay the charge account at Lewis’ and the grocer.”

“I know two of the things on that list Frances said she would take care of, eh?”

You smiled as his hands roamed your stomach. Under the right dress no one could tell yet, but you were roughly four months along with the fifth child between the two of you. All together a household of eight, caring for Tommy’s first child like your own. You wouldn’t have it any other way.

“I need to get out. I can’t stay held up here for nine months, love.” You bent to kiss his cheek and offered the pen to him, and he signed the three checks without much more of a question about how you’d be spending the day.

He had teased you for your frugality, but you could tell he secretly enjoyed the way you planned, picking up presents for under the tree throughout the year made it easier to wrap and hide them, although Frances was usually your accomplice in that regard.

Stopping by Lewis’s after the doctor, there was a new girl working at the counter that, due to your unfortunately short patience with the cold and lack of bladder retention, was frustrating you.

“What did you say the name was on the account, ma’am?”

“Shelby.”

Footsteps echoed all around you as she looked through the stack of papers, pulling four folders, as you spied the one with your name.

“It’s that one.” You spoke, pointing at the one she held in her hand.

“Ma’am, the name on the check doesn’t match the name on the account.”

“Well the account is under my name, that’s why.”

She sighed, “Just give me a moment.”

She retreated in to the room behind the counter, emerging moments later after many hushed whispers with a concerned looking Betty, who usually took care of the transaction for you.

“I’m sorry ma’am.”

“It’s no trouble.” You reassured her.

“This is Mr. Shelby’s wife,” she whispered, “He doesn’t approve the charges on the account, which is why it isn’t in his name.”

The younger girl nodded, taking in the information.

Betty winked as she took the check and gave you the yellow copy of the receipt, marking it paid, as you departed with the two bags.

By the time you returned home, you were nothing short of exhausted. Mary entertained the smaller children upstairs, finally getting them to settle for a nap before helping you wrap the presents and put them with the others deep in the darkest part of the pantry.

Opting to spend the time before dinner resting, Tommy read the newspaper in the armchair at your feet while you drifted in and out of sleep.

You only woke when Frances spoke, “Mr. Shelby, I believe there’s a misunderstanding. There’s a man at the front door, but I told him I’d retrieve you to speak with him instead.”

He nodded, donning the holster he had shed before you took your nap, as uninvited guests to Arrow House weren’t a regular occurrence.

A minute or so later, you pulled on your sweater, trailing him to find out what was going on.

“I’m telling you,” the familiarity in the voice wasn’t lost on you after all these years, “your maid, the one that was at Lewis’ this morning, is my daughter! They were giving her problems paying the charge account. My other daughter was there and overheard part of the conversation. I’ve come to get her. She needs to come home.”

Tommy chuckled, your name leaving his lips, not calling to you, but reiterating it to your father who now you could see stood before him furious at how close you had been, but still out of his grasp for the last, what, 15 years. The fact your father thought he could force a grown woman to come home was almost amusing.

The posture your husband wore wasn’t unfamiliar at this point. His shoulders were squared, and you felt like a child peeking around the door and into the hallway at fighting parents.

Your husband was ready to fight over you.

You figured it would happen someday, but 15 years gone from home? It almost felt foolish.

“Your daughter isn’t me maid. She never has been,” he shook his head as he cleared his throat and lit a cigarette, before pulling the gun from the holster, it resting at his side, not yet with the intention to use it. “She’s the Lady of this house though, and she has been me wife for the last 10 years.”

Your father stared at him blankly, but you could see the tension wash over him. You could see the thought, that truly there was no way you had married up in class, residing here happily without another thought for your family.

“And if you don’t leave before she sees you,” he cocked the gun, still at his side, “from the stories I’ve heard of you, I have no problem putting a bullet through your head and having your body burned out by the river or thrown in the cut.”

You knew those words hadn’t been for your ears. He didn’t know you were watching and so he spoke freely. You slowly crept back down the hall, and once in the sitting room, made a mad dash for the Chesterfield. Frances came through the door as you shed your slippers and nestled back under the blanket.

“I was napping.” You told her sarcastically, her knowing smile as she set down the tea conveying an air of, of course Mrs. Shelby, as far as I know you’ve never moved from under that blanket, as you knicked one of the biscuits the girls baked earlier in the day.

Tommy sighed, the noise preceding his footsteps, and as he came through the door removed the holster and retuned it to the back of the chair in the sitting room as he took back over his paper.

“Who was it?” You feigned ignorance, and even if he didn’t, he chose to believe you.

He shrugged, “Just some delusional man, love. I think he was drunk. Lost,” he lied, his nose crinkling just so was his tell, but you’d never admit it. And he lied so well otherwise, but right now you’d say that you loved him for it, “but I gave him directions.”

A contented hmm left your lips with a shrug as you added sugar to the tea and continued on living your happy life.

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v1olentdelights · 9 months

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A Shelby Tradgedy

Thomas Shelby x reader

a/n: just a short blurb that I sent a long while back to a friend. I don't really write for Peaky Blinders, but I thought this was fitting. This is a one time piece! I will not be writing for anymore peaky blinders

tw: yelling, gaslighting :)

Summary: You knew the feeling of heartbreak all too well (literally that short kitchen scene in the 10 minute all too well by T.S.)

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It had been a grand celebration at the Garrison seeing as the Blinders had closed a deal with a previous rival gang. Things had been going well with almost everything. Tommy had been coming back

"Why are enough moping around y/n, we just closed a deal!" Tommy exclaimed, though it wasn't happy

"Because you wouldn't even stand next to me, you didn't look at me Thomas! What am I supposed to think?!" You felt like it was stupid but you were hurt.

"Oh don't go moping about eh? Like I said, celebration. I don't have to stand by your side. Why does it matter?" His voice was harsh.

It mattered because he had been looking at the barmaid.

"BECAUSE YOU ARE MY HUSBAND! YOU DONT GO ABOUT KISSING EVERY GIRL YOU SEE!"

"I DIDNT KISS ANYONE Y/N!" He took a step closer, you take a retreating one feeling the tears well in your eyes.

"Don't make me feel crazy Thomas. Don't do that. DONT DO IT! THAT IS NOT FAIR!" turning to lean on the sink you let yourself hurt.

"Stop making it about you. You are acting so selfish right now." His tone angry and dismissive.

"God, why did I ever love a man like you?" You scoffed about to make your way to a spare room. He grabbed your wrist keeping you there.

"Hey, hey, y/n." his voice softer "I'm sorry y/n, I don't want to fight about this. I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry." He says as he holds you to his chest.

Wiping your tears you chuckled. "I'm sorry Tommy, I didn't mean it." But deep down you know you did.

#grace writes #peaky blinders #peaky blinders x reader #peaky blinder imagine #tommy shelby x reader #thomas shelby #thomas shelby angst #thomas shelby x yn #peaky blinders blurb #thomas shelby blurb

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runnning-outof-time · 2 years

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Not Going Anywhere | Tommy Shelby x Reader

(gif by @tatianapetrovna)

Request: yes by @cheyenne-dunn-universe

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x reader

Summary: (Y/N)'s hired onto the staff at Arrow House in the weeks following the death of the estate's matriarch, Grace Shelby. What she didn't know upon accepting the position was that she would have an effect on not only the two year old boy in the home, but his father as well.

Warnings: language, smoking, drinking

Word Count: 3748

A/N: I changed up the wording of the prompt that I had to use, but it’s in there. I’m a bit nervous to post this cuz it’s been a bit since I unveiled a full-length fic, so be gentle, yeah? Enjoy! :)

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Let me know if you want to be tagged in stories like this one!

"And this is where you'll be staying," the older woman who had been tasked with showing the new hire around stated as she motioned to the closed door.

"Thank you," (Y/N) said with a smile. The woman just nodded her head, her straight-faced expression not changing. (Y/N) stood in wait for a few moments before she realized that the other woman was not going to be saying anything else to her. So she reached out and grabbed the doorknob with the intention to open the door. Once it was open, she stepped inside and dropped her bags on the floor. Then she realized that she had a question. "Do you know when I..." she trailed off once she realized that the woman who'd shown her around was no longer in the hall.

With a sigh, she stepped back into the small bedroom that she would call hers for the next unknown number of days. She'd been hired onto the staff of Arrow House when a sudden job opening for a nanny was posted. (Y/N) was interviewed shortly after she applied, and within a week, she was told that she'd be moving in and starting as soon as possible. But now that she was here, she needed to figure out when her actual duties began. So she made sure that her belongings were unpacked before she exited her room. She at least remembered where her boss' office was because it was two doors down on the opposite side of the same hall that her room was in.

She approached the closed door and knocked on it, hoping that Mr. Shelby was inside. To her luck, he called for her within a few seconds of her knocking. She opened the door and closed it softly before turning to look at her boss. "Hello, Mr. Shelby," She greeted him, hoping her words came out with confidence.

"Hello," he greeted her back as he glanced up from the papers on his desk, "you're the new nanny, (Y/N), correct?" he checked to make sure he knew who he was talking to.

"Yes," (Y/N) nodded, moving closer to his desk after he waved her over.

"Thank you for accepting the position and starting promptly. It allows for me to continue to keep my mind on my business," he offered his thanks then.

"Oh, you're welcome, sir. I'm excited to work with your son," (Y/N) smiled as she spoke.

"He's a good kid," Tommy stated as he leaned back in his seat.

"I'm sure he is," (Y/N) agreed with him, "I wanted to ask when it is that I'll be starting my duties," she said then, making the last second decision to leave out the coldness of the maid that showed her around. She didn't want to cause drama...well not on her first day, at least.

"You can get started right now. Charlie should be in his room," Tommy responded, already pleased that she was wanting to take initiative so early.

"Ok. Thank you, Mr. Shelby," (Y/N) nodded as she began to walk to the door.

"Thank you, (Y/N)," he called after her, and she sent him a smile before exiting his office to go to Charlie's room.

Things started off great between (Y/N) and Charlie. She was nervous at first, but she quickly realized that the two year old just wanted someone to play with him and keep him occupied. (Y/N) happily stepped into that role. The two quickly got into a routine of playing, exploring, and learning, and after the first few weeks had passed, it was obvious that a bond had developed between the woman and the child.

The person that (Y/N) hadn't formed any sort of relationship with was Tommy. She was constantly trying to get him to spend time with her and Charlie because she thought that him bonding with his child was something important, especially since Charlie was still developing. But he kept to himself. (Y/N) could understand why he was doing that though. After all, he was her boss, and his decision was final. She even at times thought that extending an invitation to play or go for a walk to him was silly. That was the very reason why she'd been hired on; so that she could do all of those things with Charlie by herself. But a sliver of her hoped that he'd accept what she was offering him.

And as those few weeks passed, (Y/N) found herself wanting to know more about the man that she was working for; not only in a business sense, but also in a way that showed her more of who he was as a person. But there was no way for her to work her way into those types of conversations if she couldn't even get him to spend a few minutes with his son.

Now it was night, and (Y/N) had finally settled into bed after making sure that Charlie was tucked in and sleeping. She pulled the covers over top of her and grabbed her book off of the side table so that she could continue reading. She read in silence for a good bit of time before she heard the unmistakable sound of glass shattering. Hearing it made her set her book down and sit up in bed. Wherever it came from, it was within one of the rooms in her hallway. So she exited her bedroom and silently walked down the hall, stopping when she got to the door that belonged to Tommy's office. From outside, she was able to hear his muffled curses. Surely he must've dropped the glass.

(Y/N) knocked on the door and listened in as the curses silenced. "What?!" Tommy called out, his response making her open the door and step inside.

"Are you ok, Mr. Shelby?" she asked in a soft voice as she saw him on the floor trying to pick up the larger shards of glass.

"I'm fine," he mumbled as he continued on with what he was doing.

She could have taken his response as a go ahead to leave the room, but instead she moved towards the mess. "Let me help you," she told him as she kneeled on the floor next to him and began picking up the glass. Tommy stopped what he was doing to stare over at her. (Y/N) didn't let his gaze affect her as she continued with cleaning the mess.

"This isn't in your job description," Tommy finally said once they'd finished picking the glass up.

"I know it's not," (Y/N) responded as she looked over at him, "but you sounded like you needed help."

"So you can hear me from down the hall, eh?" he asked her then. If she heard the glass shatter, it also meant that she'd hear all of the times he'd be yelling at people over the phone, and all of the times where he couldn't hold his emotions in any longer and let them out through tears.

"I can, but it's only because I like to keep my door open at night...just in case Charlie needs me," (Y/N) answered in a matter of fact tone. She then watched as his eyes softened. Feeling her eyes on him, Tommy glanced away so that hopefully she wouldn't see the crack in his hard exterior. "Are you ok, Mr. Shelby?" she asked him again, but this time, her words took on a different meaning.

Tommy said nothing at first. He instead let out a breath of a laugh and shook his head slightly before he stood and moved over to the couch. Once he was sitting, he leaned over, grabbed his tin of cigarettes and lit one. "Come sit," he beckoned her over after taking a long drag.

(Y/N) listened and wordlessly moved so that she was sitting next to him. "I'm here to listen, if you want to talk, Mr. Shelby," she told him quietly, hoping that he'd still hear what she said.

The two sat in silence then. (Y/N) was looking at Tommy as she waited for him to make the next move, and Tommy was staring off at the mantle as he smoked his cigarette. Finally, after what felt like forever, he reached forward and stubbed it out in the ashtray sitting on the coffee table. He then let out a long sigh before finally looking over at (Y/N). "I've got a lot of shit going on right now...between the business and losing me wife, and I can't help but feel like I'm abandoning Charlie," he paused to clear his throat and take a deep breath, "I appreciate all that you've done here, (Y/N). I appreciate that you've warmed up to Charlie so quickly and that you've taken on so much with him. Because I had no fucking clue of what to do with him...no clue of how to be a father," he paused again, laughing slightly in spite of himself before he continued, "but you're young. You should be out living your life instead of taking over all of the responsibilities of raising my child. You shouldn't have to worry about getting mixed up in the shit that I do and the trouble I create."

(Y/N) listened to his words intently. She was surprised that he was opening up to her. Which is why the final part of his monologue made her furrow her eyebrows. She thought about what he said for a few moments before responding: "you don't need to worry about me wasting my time here, because I'm not. You don't need to worry about scaring me off, because you can't. I'm not going anywhere. You can try as hard as you want to think of a way to, but there's really nothing you can say, or do, that's going to make me like you or Charlie less, Tommy," she told him, her eyes not straying from his. They widened significantly though when she realized that she called him by his first name. And not only that, but she'd also in a way admitted that she had feelings towards him. "Er, I mean Mr. Shelby. I'm sorry," she said shyly, looking down at her lap as she tried to hide her blush.

"Calling me Tommy's just fine, (Y/N), and I..." Tommy's statement surprised (Y/N), and the fact that he trailed off made her look up at him once more. It looked like he was trying hard to think of something to say. "Huh..." he said then, exuding the word like he was letting out a breath. For the first time in a while, Tommy Shelby didn't know what to say.

They looked at each other for a few moments before (Y/N) broke the gaze. "I should be going to bed. I'm sorry for keeping you from your work," she said as she moved to stand from the couch. Her cheeks still felt unbearably warm.

"No, it's ok. Thanks for helping me clean my mess up," Tommy responded to her, pausing as he watched her walk to the door.

She turned back to look at him before she opened it, almost as if she was giving him another chance to speak. His mind went blank again as he stared at her. So she sent him a smile before she opened the door and went to her room for the night. Tommy let out a sigh and tipped back his head as the door shut. He shook his head at his stupidity before he moved over to the mantle where the alcohol was stored. He was going to need a glass of something strong after what'd just happened.

Things changed for the better after that night. Although (Y/N) and Tommy didn't speak of that conversation again, Tommy seemed to be around more now. Whether it was watching her when she was with Charlie — she tried to coax him into playing with them, but he was still hesitant, or saying goodnight to her when he'd be going into his office, it seemed to (Y/N) like he was trying to put a better effort in around the house.

Today was a special day at Arrow House. It was Charlie's third birthday, and (Y/N) had some pretty great things planned for the child. But her first order of business was to get the boy's father out of his office and into the celebration.

"Something wrong, (Y/N)?" Tommy questioned with furrowed eyebrows as she entered his office after knocking.

"No, nothing's wrong..." she paused, shaking her head, "I'm going to give Charlie his cake and I wanted to see if you would like to join us," she told him the reason behind her being in his office.

"I have work I need to finish up," he answered her, motioning to the papers scattered across his desk.

(Y/N) sighed, but she didn't give up. "Come on, Tommy...Charlie would be happy if you were down there," she pleaded with him. It still felt weird calling him 'Tommy', but he now pretty much insisted that she did so.

Now it was Tommy's turn to sigh, and he dropped his gaze to his desk for a moment. "I'll see what I can do, eh? Just let me finish up this work and I'll come down," he told her then, making a smile form on her face.

"Oh that's great to hear! Charlie will be so happy. I'll go down and try to keep him occupied while we wait for you," (Y/N) responded happily, making Tommy nod before she thanked him and left the office in search of the child.

A good half hour later, Charlie was getting antsy. (Y/N) had given him some of his presents early; a few toys that she hoped would hold him over until his father came down for the cake. But Tommy was still in his office, and now it seemed like Charlie was about ready for bed.

(Y/N) knew that she couldn't push the cake off any longer. "Mary," she called for the maid who was standing by the door.

"Yes, (Y/N)?" she asked, her eyebrows raised slightly.

"Can you please get Charles' cake from the kitchen? I don't think we can wait for Mr. Shelby...the boy’s going to need to go to bed soon," she explained her request. Mary nodded her head and exited the room without another word. "It's ok, Charlie. We've got something special for you," she cooed to the child who was getting more fussy with each second that passed. Moments later, Mary returned with the cake in her hands. "Oh, Charlie, what's that?" (Y/N) asked excitedly as she pointed over to the cake being carried over. The boy's whines seized for a few moments as he looked at what was being brought to him.

"Did you sing 'Happy Birthday' yet?" another voice entered the conversation from behind (Y/N). It made her turn quickly to see Tommy entering the room through the door that was opposite the one Mary came through.

"No. You're just in time, Tommy," (Y/N) smiled. Although she felt slightly angry that he'd arrived at the last possible second, she knew she couldn't show that. At least he came down. Tommy smiled back at her as he came around the couch she was sitting on and sat next to her.

The two, and Mary, then began to sing 'Happy Birthday' to the boy who was mesmerized by the candles on the cake. As they were singing, Tommy gently placed his hand on the small of (Y/N)'s back. Slight tingles went off where his palm was pressed, and surely her cheeks were now a shade darker than normal, but she tried hard not to let her reaction get noticed. "Blow the candles out, Charlie," Tommy prompted his son once their singing was finished, having no intentions of moving his hand from (Y/N)'s back anytime soon.

"Good boy, Charlie!" (Y/N) cheered once he blew the candles out. She couldn't help but clap for the child as she tried her best to ignore the tingles that were still coursing through her body.

"Mary, could you cut and serve the cake please?" Tommy asked the woman standing off to the side then. She answered with a quick 'yes, Mr. Shelby' before exiting the sitting room. "Did you make the cake?" Tommy asked (Y/N) then, leaning over slightly so that his voice was closer to her ear.

"No..." (Y/N) responded sheepishly, her cheeks heating up once again because of his closeness, "I had a hand in decorating it though," she admitted then as she dared to glance over at him.

"You did a fine job," he complimented her, making a smile form on her face. He didn't wait to hear her response, which was good because she didn't have one, before he leaned down and started playing with one of the toys Charlie was trying to show him. Still, somehow, his hand remained against the small of (Y/N)'s back.

(Y/N) smiled as she watched Tommy play with Charlie, who had now climbed up on the couch to sit next to his father. He had to finally remove the hand from her back to be able to play better with him and, although she was slightly embarrassed to admit it, she missed the contact. She wasn't really thinking as she reached over and rested her hand on Tommy's thigh; her silent way of showing how happy she was that he'd joined them. Tommy only glanced over at her as he felt her touch, and he didn't miss a beat in playing with the kid. This felt right...to the both of them.

"Do you have anything planned with Charlie today?" Tommy's voice made (Y/N) jump as it came from the child's bedroom door. He couldn't help but chuckle as she clutched her chest before turning to glare at him.

"No, I don't," she responded once she'd calmed herself down. She didn't take well to being startled.

"It's nice out. Would you want to take a walk?" Tommy suggested then.

"You'd be coming with us?" (Y/N) checked, her eyebrows raised slightly.

“If you’d allow it,” he shrugged his shoulders as he slid his hands into his pockets.

A smile formed on (Y/N)’s face the second she heard what he’d said. “Oh I’d most certainly allow it,” she chirped back before she turned to Charlie, “want to go for a walk, Charlie? Daddy said that he’d join us this time.”

The boy was up in seconds, working so hard on getting his shoes on. (Y/N) giggled at his attempts before she switched the shoes onto their correct feet. She then took his outstretched hand, allowing him to pull her past Tommy and down the hall. “Better keep up, Mr. Shelby!” (Y/N) called back to Tommy, who was trailing a few steps behind her.

Soon enough, they were walking the gravel trail that twisted throughout the estate’s grounds. Charlie was enthusiastically pointing out every little thing around the home, and (Y/N) was happily entertaining conversation with him. Tommy was just watching on with a smile as he smoked a cigarette. Then, Charlie got tired of trying to wait back for the adults to lead the way. He glanced up at (Y/N) and she nodded, knowing that he wanted to go off and explore. The child smiled widely as he dashed off into the grass that surrounded the path, leaving (Y/N) and Tommy behind.

“It’s a beautiful day out,” (Y/N) remarked as they continued to walk slowly so that they could keep up with Charlie.

“It is,” Tommy nodded his head, glancing over at the woman walking next to him. They were so close to each other that their shoulders brushed each time they took a step.

“Thank you for coming out here with us,” (Y/N) said as she turned her head to smile at him, “Charlie’s really happy.”

“Only Charlie?” Tommy asked, his eyebrows raising slightly as he stopped walking and turned to face her.

(Y/N) smiled, looking away in hopes that he didn’t see her blush. “I’m happy too,” she admitted bashfully in a soft voice.

She was able to feel Tommy’s eyes burning into her face as she tried her best to keep looking out at the treeline. But his intensity drew her to him, and the second that her eyes found his once more, he brought his hands up to her shoulders and leaned in to kiss her lips. It took (Y/N) a moment to realize what was going on, but she didn’t shy away from the kiss. Instead, she managed to bring her hands up so that she was gripping onto the lapels of his suit jacket, reveling in the feeling of his lips against hers.

Tommy was the one to pull away a few seconds later, and he searched her eyes for her reaction when he did. “I’m sorry for that,” he said in a soft voice, pausing for a moment, “if you want to resign now, I’ll allow it.” He couldn’t help but worry if his unthought out actions made her feel uncomfortable. But, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t look away from her.

To his surprise, (Y/N) laughed slightly at his statement. “Don’t be sorry. I told you that night that I liked you...that I was going to stick around regardless of what went on. And I meant it. I’m happy that I get to be a part of Charlie’s life. I’m happy here. And I’m certainly not going to leave now that you’ve kissed me.”

“And if I want you to be a part of my life as well?” Tommy asked her then, his eyebrows raising slightly.

Before saying anything, (Y/N) reached up to splay her fingers against the back of his neck so that she could bring his forehead to meet hers. She glanced into his eyes where they were centimeters from hers before a smile formed on her face. “I’d really like that, Tommy,” her response came out as a whisper, but he heard it crystal clear, and it was enough encouragement for him to lean in and kiss her lips a second time.

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Walk Away | Alfie Solomons x m!reader

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↳ ❝ “You fucking stay there” + “Love shouldn’t be something we have to hide”

[Maybe Alfie and partner have a fight about something in line with the business. Alfie continues on to conduct the dangerous work without them, but they end up there anyway because if he's stubborn, his partner is just as much if not more so] ❞

: ̗̀➛ You have never given up on Alfie, even when everything seems wrong and everything is awful, you have never given up on him - you are his only constant, if only because you're too stubborn to let him do it alone.

: ̗̀➛ swearing, smoking

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You and Alfie were far from happy with one another, scowling looks and short huffs, avoiding each other and every and any opportunity; it wasn’t always like that, though, even just half a day ago, things were absolutely fine and you and Alfie were just like any other couple in the world.

But then Luca Changretta came along, and you were far from pleased; the Italian-American gangster swinging his weight around everywhere and trying to play Alfie for a fool. You despised him and everything he stood for, even if he was far from Tommy Shelby in terms of being an absolute cunt.

But, as Alfie’s business partner, you made it known that you disapproved and that you thought getting into business with Changretta would mean death; Alfie refused, though, which was how the fight started.

He never raised a hand to you, never could or would, but shouting was a different matter; he could scream and shout at you just like you could scream and shout at him in return.

Everyone who worked for the pair of you knew better than to get in the way, scurrying off and scrambling away like rats aboard a sinking ship, desperate to find something to cling to; you couldn’t really say that you were surprised, though, you and Alfie were a forced to be reckoned with at the best of times.

But you could never give up on him, you could never bring yourself to be away from him for very long. Even if he was a fucking idiot.

So you sat there, smoking a cigarette and leaning against the window as you scowled and folded your arms across your chest; the Italian squirmed, sparing an uneasy look at you.

“Call your dog off, Solomons.”

Alfie shook his head, glancing at you. “We’re not on speaking terms.”

Changretta’s mouth fell open as he gawked at him. “You’re not on speaking terms with your own right hand?”

Alfie shrugged, leaning back in his chair. “My lieutenant has a mind of his own, I can’t fuckin’ do shit - once he’s got a scent, he ain’t gonna fuckin’ drop it.”

You glared at him, sneering as you exposed a few of your teeth; Alfie shot you a look back, and Changretta shifted uneasily in his seat. Clearing his throat, Alfie slid a stack of papers towards Changretta.

“My agreements,” he started, “and conditions. If you cock up, because you lot always fuckin’ do, I want no part in it.”

Changretta’s hand shook as he reached for the paper, flinching when you moved and planted your hand on the stack, hunched over and glaring at him; he swallowed thickly, looking between you and Alfie and knowing that the latter would not do anything to call off his dog.

“You fucking stay there,” you growled. “Do not fucking move.”

“Why don’t you step outside?” Alfie asked Changretta. “I need a word with my right hand.”

Changretta was all too happy to do so, nearly bolting out of the office; Alfie glared at you, snatching your wrist in his hand as he stood up and squared up to you, his voice low and harsh.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

“Saving your fucking arse,” you replied with as much malice as you could muster. “Do you seriously think he’s gonna keep to his fucking word? Do you not think he’ll fucking kill you the second he gets the chance?”

He clenched his jaw, dropping your wrist so he could run his hand down his face, shaking his head. “We’ve spoken about this already. Don’t keep fuckin’ tellin’ me that-”

“That it’s fucking dangerous to go out tonight with that cunt?” You hissed. “Tough shit, Alf. Whether you like it or not, I’m not gonna fucking stop telling you - it’s dangerous.”

He grumbled, but he should have known better; as stubborn as he was, you could often be worse. He wouldn’t budge for any man, but you wouldn’t budge for anything, not even the end of the world.

He knew that you made him look… well, you made him look like there wasn’t a stubborn bone in his body.

“If you don’t like it,” he growled. “There’s the fuckin’ door. You’re more than welcome t’leave this un out.”

You scoffed, raising your hand and gently laying it on his cheek. “You’re a fucking bastard when you wanna be, Alf. You know that, don’t you?”

“Yeah, I do.”

“You best be careful,” you warned him. “Because I’m not gonna be there to save your arse this time.”

He watched, sighing heavily as you turned and walked away; he clenched his jaw again, swallowing thickly as he tried to steady his nerves. It was the first time you had ever walked out on him, the first time you had ever refused to be at his side for anything; even when you were in the trenches together, you never left him like that.

You never walked away.

When the deadly mists blew harshly across No Man’s Land, you always fixed his gas mask before your own, knowing the risks. But now you walked away, and if he was honest, he wasn’t quite sure if he knew what to do about it. Still, he brought Changretta back into his office, and he finalised the plans for the night.

Guns of all kinds were strewn across the table along with knives, fire bottles and a few explosives; Alfie looked at them, and almost laughed. It looked like the Major’s table back in France, only this time, there were no bayonets.

Changretta and his men were talking across the room, going over the final plans and ensuring that everyone knew what they were doing, when the door opened. Alfie looked up, and slowly crossed over to the door.

He was quick to pin you against it, his hands either side of your head as he swallowed thickly.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

You put your hands on his chest, tugging at his shirt slightly. “Making sure you don’t get killed.”

Alfie sighed, his breath shaky as he dropped his head, pressing his face against the side of your neck as he dropped his voice to little more than a mumble. “You’re gonna get yourself fuckin’ killed.”

“A life for a life,” you muttered, trying not to smile when he gently kissed your neck. “You saved me in the Devil’s Wood. I’m saving you now.”

He scoffed, his hands trailing down to your sides as he grumbled softly. “I thought you weren’t gonna save me.”

“I had a change of heart,” you grumbled back, gently pushing him away so you could look into his eyes. “You once told me that love shouldn’t be something we have to hide - so I’m not hiding it.”

Gently taking your hand in his own, Alfie turned to look at the others. “You sure you’re willin’ to fuckin’ do this?”

“No,” you shook your head. “But I can’t let you get yourself killed without me.”

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cheekypeakyblinder · 1 year

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𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚂𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚋𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚢

the betting shop has been crazier than ever. It was booming, people heard the Peaky Blinders had shown up at the races. And there were suspicious rumors about them racing themselves. Probably rumors they threw in themselves. But it was great for business so Franny didn't mind. Thomas was a good guy.

After the whole Kimber situation, he brought her to their house and let her bathe. They threw away her red dress so she didn't have to look at it again. And Thomas sincerely apologized for everything. Franny couldn't sleep. She couldn't get Kimber's face out of her head. So the earliest she could she stepped out of bed and scrubbed herself to feel clean. And she dressed. Grabbed a quick breakfast and went to the betting shop.

She got a key to the Shelby house and entered. There was no one up yet, and she started making tea and cleaning up the betting shop. It didn't take long before the door opened. It was Monday after race day. So John was early too. He hung up his coat and poured himself a glass of Whiskey while walking down to his desk. Franny wasn't really an early-morning person so he hadn't noticed she had been in the back counting the money in the safe. And when he came in the back to look at something he saw the door of the safe open. She heard a gun cock and she knew it was him.

'It's me put that bloody thing away.' she said. Franny was holding a notebook where she counted the money stacks in. When John came in. He smirked and she knew he was coming up with a snarky comment to her. 'To bad you are not wearing your dress anymore you looked great.' he said his signature smirk on his face. To which Franny froze.

She knew John had taken a liking to that dress he told her multiple times she looked great. But it didn't even exist anymore Thomas and she set it on fire. He told her it was an old Gypsy tradition to burn something so you can feel free again or something. Franny didn't say anything for thirty seconds before turning around. 'No, I'm sorry I know you liked that dress.' she said with a weak smile.

She closed the notebook in front of his face and shooed him out of the safe so she could lock it again. She walked away from John when she heard the kettle of water she had put on the stove whistling. John stood there looking after her. He knew there was something wrong with her but he couldn't place what it was. John was going to ask Thomas about it and he walked back to his desk lighting a cigarette.

Later that week John walked into the Garrison. Kids were in bed and Polly was watching over them so he could go get a drink. Normally Franny wouldn't mind looking after the kids, but he couldn't get a hold of her. He directly walked over to their own small room in the Garrison when he saw Franny sitting in front of Grace at the bar throwing back a whiskey. John blinked a few times and looking in the room where they usually sat. There was no one there. Which was rather odd to him. He walked up to Franny and turned her around to face him.

'Fran are you okay?' He asked her. 'Am I okay? Are you okay Johnny boy' Franny said while poking his nose. He rolled his eyes. 'How much did you give her?' John asked Grace. 'I think she had six now.' Grace said pouring someone else a pint. 'Six?' John looked at Franny in disbelief. 'You usually can handle way more.' He said looking in her eyes. To which Franny started smirking and jumped of the barstool.

'I can.. just watch me.' She said with a smile and she walked a straight line towards the backroom where the Shelby's usually sat. 'Was she just bloody fucking with me?' John asked Grace in disbelief. 'I think so.' Grace said with a small smile before giving him a bottle of Irish whiskey and serving another customer. John closed the door. Franny sat on the couch looking outside. 'Fran. Are you all right?' John asked as he sat down opposite of her. She didn't respond. 'Fran.. I'm serious I don't like this.' He said a bit more stern now. Franny still didn't look at him.

'What did Tommy say?' She asked him. Her gaze shifted to him as she grabbed the bottle of whiskey and poured the both of them a glass. 'Bloody nothing. He told me everything is fine and that he'll explain it later.' John said throwing his hat on the table. Franny looked up at him and scoffed. 'that'll be the first time he listened to me then.' Franny said lighting a cigarette. 'Listened to you?' John stood up.

'Franny for fucks sake what is happening!?' He said offended. She usually told him everything and now she was just drinking way more whiskey than normal not concentrated and she suddenly had secrets with Thomas. Franny was about to pick up the bottle again to fill her glass when John grabbed the bottle and threw it against the wall. It splattered everywhere. John knew Franny she would be furious and scolding at him. But not now. She actually froze when he threw the bottle splashed against the wall. Tears in her eyes were welling up.

He stood there with his back to Franny. And when he rubbed his forehead a few times he turned around. Ready to face the scolding. But instead he saw sitting her knees up to her chin and her lower lip trembling. The ringing of the glass made her remember the glass Kimber threw on the ground. 'Hey Fran..' John said still kind of waiting on the scolding. But she sat there standing in front of her. 'Fran?' John said he laid his hand on her shoulder. But she pushed herself away from him and started blinking and stuttering.

'I... I need to go home John.' She said as she stood up now the whiskey actually sinking in. She took her bag and wanted to walk out of there but John was faster. 'Franny what the actually fuck is happening.' He said now more calm he stood by the door. 'Can I please go home?' She asked still shaking. 'Fran..' John said she could hear his heart break. 'What the fuck is going on.. You tell me everything..' John said stepping forward to her. He lifted her chin with his fingers. Looking in his eyes. It was genuine concern and Franny couldn't help but the tears were running down her face. John didn't say anything but just took the small tender bundle of tears in his arms and hugged her tightly.

He was known for his short temper and rage. But he was never violent with anyone he actually cared about. Franny knew that but she was so broken that he actually believed she thought he was going to hurt her. After Franny died down she pulled back and took a breath. 'Tommy and I made a deal..' Franny started. 'You knew the deal..' She said with a shrug. 'Kimber fancied me in the Garrison the night he came here. Told Tommy to bring me to the races.. So we did.' Franny sat down on the chair behind her. John stayed there standing there listening to her. 'Everything worked great, we gave the bags of cash to Kimber and they were impressed like we hoped. Tommy was working out his deal and Kimber took me to dance with him. But then Kimber wanted to bring in some extra deal...' Franny lighted a cigarette.

'Tommy and I talked about it. And agreed that he would storm in at any given time as soon as he could. Sadly it took him a while.' Franny said with a sad laugh in her voice. John's eyes were turning big. 'He.. Tommy whored you out for a place on the tracks?' John said his blood was boiling. 'It's fine John..' Franny said pushing out her cigarette and standing up. 'He came right on time. Nothing happened and I'm unharmed on a few cuts and bruises. And the fact that Kimber thinks I have the clap.' Franny said looking at him a weak smile on her face.

John let out a deep sigh when he looked at her. 'For fuck sakes..' John said wrapping his arms around her. 'Your insane for even agreeing to that Fran..' he said 'That's why I told Tommy not to tell you John.' Franny said looking up. 'I'll get over it, I'm just a bit spooked that's all.' 'Don't go storming over to Tommy okay, we both agreed to it. He had my consent.' She said putting his hat back on his head. 'Can you bring me home? I'm rather tired.' Franny asked him. 'Anything for you Love.' John said grabbing his coat and giving her hers. They walked back to Franny's house in silence John having his arm around her shoulder and smoking his cigar.

When they reached it he waited for her to find her key. She was still trembling and a bit wonky from the whiskey she had consumed. 'You know Fran.' John said. 'Your dad is already working probably, you should stay over at my place. You are in no condition to be alone.' He said grabbing her key and pulling her with him. She didn't even say a thing and actually thanked the gods that he didn't let her be alone. When he opened the door she saw Polly stand up.

'John what are you thinking being out so late I need to be at the shop early tomorrow!' Polly said not on her loudest because of the kids sleeping. When she noticed Franny standing behind John. 'She's alone tonight she'll sleep in my bed.' John said putting his coat on the rack and told Franny to get upstairs and that he would sleep on the couch. She just nodded and went upstairs. 'What's happening John.' Polly said crossing her arms. 'Isn't it a bit late to get involved with Fran.' 'Tell everyone I want a family meeting tomorrow. Because this shit is not okay.' John said walking to the kitchen and pouring himself a glass of whiskey. 'I'll explain tomorrow. Need to make sure she won't choke on her own vomit.' John said as he threw back the glass and thanked Polly for watching the kids.

She nodded and went home. John went upstairs quietly and walked in his room. But he knocked first to make sure she was decent. 'Come in..' Franny said 'Came to check if you had everything.' John said poking his head around the corner. 'And to fetch me things.' he told her.

'Could you like.. Sleep here?' Franny softly asked looking at her feet. 'Are you sure?' John said looking at her a bit confused. Franny looked up at him and just nodded. John rolled his eyes and smirked 'Well get in then.' Franny smiled and stepped into bed. She had already robbed John's closet for a blouse to sleep in. Franny laid on her back looking at the ceiling of the small bedroom she was laying in. When she noticed some stirring and John stepping into bed. It was not the biggest bed she had laid in but it felt cozy. And the fact that she laid her John a person she would trust with her live was feeling quite comforting. He pulled his arm around her shoulders and she didn't mind and made herself comfortable. 'I'm really sorry Fran.' he said after a while of staring into the dark of the bedroom.

'About what?' she immediately asked back. John had thought she would answer but not that awake. 'You're not sleeping?' he asked her turning his head to her. 'No I can't' she answered. 'If you want me to I'll go downstairs.' John told her. 'No it's not you.' Franny answered directly.

'I'm really sorry it happened Fran.' John said a bit softer than normally. 'It's not the last Tommy will hear about it.' 'It's okay John I'll get over it. But it does make me realize I need to find meself a man soon. So I can't be used like this again.' Franny said bluntly then. John didn't say anything for a few minutes. 'Then we need to find you a decent man Fran.' John said kissing her head. 'Now please try to sleep.' He said brushing his nose through her hair.

'Fucking John Shelby.. I'm being here all vulnerable. This was the time to sweep me off me feet.' Franny thought to herself. she just nodded and turned on her side. It took her a while but she fell asleep in a dreamless sleep.

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ackermanbitch · 2 years

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me watching peaky blinders and writing myself into the storyline in my head: 😍😍

me when i remember i wouldnt have been able to get braces: 🤨😮

#no like i just assume bonnie would fall in love with me immediately #no girl #maybe if you dont open your mouth #literally had the worst teeth before i got braces #peaky blinders #bonnie gold #peaky blinders x yn

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shewrites444 · 28 days

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rule bender [thomas shelby x reader smut]

word count - 3.9k

[ summary - following the events of season 2, the reader, major campbell’s abandoned daughter, meets with the peaky blinders to plot against her father’s downfall, but takes an unexpected interest in far more than what she came for. ]

[ warnings - implied age gap, virgin reader, dirty talk, oral sex (f), unprotected and slightly aggressive sex ]

there wasn’t much that needed to be said about my father other than he was a selfish, greedy, and obsessive man towards anything he wanted to manipulate into his life. i lived with him for only ten or so years before he took on his position as chief inspector, and ten years later, became major, assigned to the king and carrying out an extremely dangerous, highly destructive plan to not only use thomas shelby and the peaky blinders, but also get rid of them when done with.

i knew all this information through word of mouth and rumor, and frankly, didn’t mind using it to my own advantage. he was unaware of my presence in birmingham, and hadn’t heard from me in years since i moved to america, so i knew this type of threat would be the last thing on his mind.

when i wrote to the peaky blinders about my ideas, they expressed great interest in me, and intended to pay well for my travels and work ethic, allow me to stay with them or get me an apartment for some time, so much more than what my father would’ve done for me to carry out a mission for him.

when i sailed over, i spent the days wondering how much being back in birmingham would affect my well being, given the extreme amount of emotional turmoil i was put through in my childhood, but with the distance i had for so many years, i hoped that i’d be alright, and if i was being paid well, this would all be worth it in the end.

my father hasn’t seen me since my childhood, but i knew if we were to reconnect, he’d seem to pity me, and potentially present a soft spot to me, one i could easily manipulate for the shelby’s.

this didn’t even feel wrong, conspiring against him, given i felt no emotional connection. it was sad in a way, but i was struggling in america, given i was working as a secretary at a small bank and still remained unwedded. there were things i had to do to get by, and helping carry out an assassination of my father wasn’t plan a, but it paid almost as much as a year’s salary for me, so it must’ve been in the cards.

upon my arrival in birmingham, an assistant of the shelby’s had already been waiting for me, and drove me to their residence, where i was guided into a meeting room that also seemed to be a kitchen, so i already knew i was in the family residence. this could mean one of two things - i was highly trusted, or such a high risk they’d have to kill me where no one would find me. maybe both.

i sat down, the man asking me if i wanted something to drink, which i kindly declined. he told me the shelby family would be with me soon, and to remain patient.

i kept that request to heart, but also couldn’t help but feel anxious. of course, that was reasonable, but with such a high ranked family, i had to keep my composure, and talk business like my life depended on this meeting, because it did.

an older woman opened the slide in door, looking to me with a flat expression as she pulled out the chair next to me, sitting down and taking out a pack of cigarettes, offering me one, which i also kindly declined by shaking my head softly.

she chuckled, lighting it with a small match. “it seems america can change a woman. you can smoke here, dear.”

i smile softly, brushing my hair behind my ear and cross my arms, straightening myself out in the wooden chair. “i moved there when i was a teenager, i never smoked much anyway, so i’m used to living differently, i suppose.”

“well, if all is well and you house with us, get used to the smoke.” she said, putting the cigar into her mouth.

our attention was averted to three men that stepped through the doors, all of different ages and looks, but clearly related. the oldest, or at least who i assumed to be, sat aside the woman, and the other brother sat beside me, and the final, who seemed to have the most intimating look of them all, sat facing me, across the table.

he cleared his throat, looking at me and holding our eye contact, blinking once or twice before he leaned his elbows onto the table, holding his hands together as he collected his words.

“you must be [y/n] campbell. did you travel well?”

i nod, uncrossing my arms and resting my hands against my legs, glancing down at the table. “yes, i am, and yes, i did. it was fine.”

“good.” he says, leaning back and reaching into his pocket to grab a pack of cigarettes. the woman was right about their tendency to smoke.

he lights one before he begins to smoke and his brothers do the same.

“your father has been causing me and my family quite the trouble for some time.” he begins, shaking his head. “i’d never ask you to commit such a crime, but you are obviously well aware you have to assist through the process. if you don’t have what it takes to do so, we can sail you back home, if that’s what you’d prefer.”

“i wouldn’t travel this far if i didn’t.”

the oldest brother smirks, reaching to the middle of the table to grab the bottle of whisky, opening it and pouring himself a glass. “it seems she means business, tommy. don’t meet many women these days who plan on killing their father.” he laughs, gesturing his glass towards me. “shoot him yourself and we’ll throw in-”

“arthur, enough.” the woman interrupts, shaking her head with annoyance. she looks back to me, putting out her cigarette.

“continuing what thomas was saying, if you are completely prepared for this, we will allow you to stay with us, completely secure, as long as you follow what we ask you to do. we can’t let you leave the residence without our permission, given your identity. if your father finds out you’re here, you are a threat to not only us, but your own well being. we ask you only leave to visit him, when we thoroughly plan out that conversation, and other then that, remain here. you are free to eat what i cook and what we have here, spend time in the library, do whatever you please, in these walls. you are welcome to stay in the guest room, which has a bathroom as well, and i don’t mind getting you some clothes this week since you’ll be here for some time.” she stands up, nodding to me and pushing her chair in. “it’s getting late and we have business to do tomorrow morning, so if this is alright with you, we’ll discuss details tomorrow, and you can get settled in tonight. agreed?”

“yes, ma’am.” i nod, looking around the table as everyone stares at me. “that sounds fine to me.”

thomas, who i now realized was the man sitting across from me, stands up as well, and gestures his hand towards me. “i’ll show you where you’ll be staying. everyone else, finish your business for the night and we’ll discuss this topic once again tomorrow afternoon.”

the room was cleared of the group within a matter of seconds, his authority made clear, as the door was shut by the woman. thomas walks towards me and gestures me to stand up. we walk towards a hallway left of the kitchen, a few doors down until we reached the guest bedroom, which was decorated plainly but well enough for someone to reside in for some time.

he lit the two candles on the dresser with a match from his pocket, setting it on the surface before he turned to me, his hands tucked into his pockets.

“i was the one who read your letter and wrote you back. it really shocked me, eh. i know you’re angry, and i understand that feeling, believe me, but don’t let it get in the way of what you, what we, are trying to accomplish. this may be revenge to you, but it’s business to me, and my family. try to make it seem like that to you as well.”

i sit down on the bed, my eyes averting from his hidden hands and up to his eyes. i sigh, crossing my arms. “i think i’ll be okay, thank you.”

he nods, holding eye contact for a short moment before turning around, walking towards the door and grabbing the knob.

“goodnight, miss [y/n].”

“goodnight.”

i watch him shut the door and sigh, shaking my head to almost physically get him, and that conversation, out of my head. i’m here for business, and yes, a bit of vengeance, but not for some sort of fatal attraction that just showed up when speaking to him alone. fuck. that’s the last thing i’m here for.

with that off-putting thought, i knew i needed to sleep soon. i changed into a nightgown that was in the top drawer, pulling my hair into a loose bun and washing my face from the long day of travel and conversation that i had, before i sunk into the soft mattress and bundled myself into the covers.

i closed my eyes, thoughts of not only my current situation, but thomas running through my tired mind. he was attractive, but clearly uninterested given his dry, blunt tone, but he was so powerful, god, it made me think. it made me think far too much.

although, even if he wanted me, i didn’t have much experience, so i’d make a complete fool of myself, and the mission i came here to perform, which had nothing to do with sleeping with thomas shelby.

this pointless overthinking wasn’t helping me sleep.

i slid out of the bedsheets, rubbing my forehead in annoyance and cursing under my breath as i walked towards the door, opening it quietly and heading back to the kitchen, one of the few places i knew in the shelby house, to grab a glass of water.

to my surprise, what i was attempting to get away from was sitting at the dining room table, reading through a few papers with a glass of whiskey in hand. i blush, standing awkwardly as he looks up to me when the wooden board i was standing on creaked. he set his drink down, but kept one paper in his free hand.

“looking for something?”

“yes, uhm, water.” i say, crossing my arms as my nerves collected and also to block any showing of my breasts, which were pretty visible through the white fabric. “i just can’t sleep.”

he stood up, pouring me a glass and handing it to me, glancing down briefly to stare at my newly changed clothes. “then sit out here. surely these would put you to sleep.” he gestures towards the documents on the table, pulling out the chair next to me.

"it's alright." i awkwardly nod, gesturing the glass towards him. "thank you for the water. i should at least try to lay back down though."

"i don't think you want to." he says bluntly, licking his finger to flip to the next page of the newspaper. "come on, miss [y/n], have a seat."

i sigh, walking a few steps over to sit aside him in the wooden chair, setting the clear glass on the table. "to be frank, i am really not in a sufficient mood to discuss anything that involves my father, mr. shelby... i do want to go to bed."

he chuckles, setting the paper down and sitting back into his chair. "i know you don't want to discuss your father, and neither do i at this hour. i was simply suggesting the reason you aren't in your bedsheets touching yourself to me is because you wanted it first hand, is that right?"

my eyes widen a bit as i hear him speak. i stand up, despite the urge to discover this scenario more, and push my chair in. "have a good night, mr. shelby." i say rather quickly, turning back to the hallway that lead towards my bedroom, before i hear his chair push back, his footsteps following my path.

i feel him take my hand, turning me around and into a deep, lustful kiss, his hands immediately traveling down to my waist, guiding me down the hallway and into my room, where he sets me on the bed, shutting the door behind him. i sit there, my body frozen, and frankly, already burning my passion, but one i was unable to act on with another. everything i was overthinking just minutes before was unfolding before me.

thomas tiled his head, looking at me confused as he began to unbutton his white dress shirt. he stepped closer, stripping of his top and letting it fall to the floor behind him. he pursed his lips together with a plain expression, yet so much thought was read before his eyes.

"you're a virgin." he says blankly. "aren't you?"

my eyes widen and i really couldn't hide the truth, if he was already getting that conclusion so quickly. i nodded slowly. "uhm, yes.. i.. i am.."

he leans down, and eventually, sinks onto his knees, lightly pressing both of his hands to the opposite ends of my hips, sighing softly through his nostrils. “in.. everything?”

“mr. shelby, i’m no pru-”

he chuckled, rolling the nightgown up enough to pull down my white panties onto the floor, gesturing for me to lay back. “then i believe you, miss [y/n], just lay down.”

i gasp softly as his lips kiss my folds, the wetness of his saliva trailing up to my clit as his tongue digs inside of me, sucking on my sensitive skin while his arms wrap around my legs to bury himself between my thighs.

i reach down to lightly hold him by the hair, my other hand hiking my nightgown up more and more until i was able to see his head. i meet his eyes, and that only pushes him to go faster, his tongue dancing in circles and different rhythms on my clit, but breaks free soon after, to trail kisses down my thighs, up to my stomach, to my breasts, and to my lips. i taste myself through our kisses, his hot breath enveloping mine as his tongue slides into my mouth.

i moan into the kisses, my arms reaching up to wrap around his neck, fingers lightly grazing his now exposed skin. he was warm, and he knew what he was doing, which frankly, made a bit nervous, but i wasn't opposed to letting him carry the weight of our situation.

he lightly pulled himself away before meeting my eyes as he hovered above me. he glanced down between our bodies before looking back to me. i could feel his erection through his pants as it grazed against my inner thigh, practically begging for its release towards my slit.

i felt his hand trail between us, gently rubbing my wet clit and watching for my reaction, as my mouth opens again and my cheeks grow redder at his touch. i close my eyes, my back arching lightly at the feeling, my legs spreading before him. he leans back down to trail kisses down my neck, before his teeth grab the top of my down near my right breast and pull it down, tucking it underneath the ball of flesh he wanted to see. he began to lick my nipple, sucking at an increasing speed, his tongue distracting me from his release from my clit.

i could hear his belt buckle, and his pants drop to the floor, his boxers following the clothes as he leaned up, leading me out of touch as he positioned himself between my inner thighs. he glanced down to me, his right hand lightly grazing his cock as he aligned it against my folds. he sighed through his nose, looking down at our bodies before lightly pushing his tip in, barely enough for me to feel.

"tell me if it hurts, [y/n]." he says my name alone with a husky tone, before gently sliding himself inside me, his thick cock stretching my tight, sensitive walls as he slowly worked his way inside.

i gasp, looking down between my legs watch his cock disappear into me, and his hand moving from his length to my thigh, lightly holding it up to push himself in further. when he finally got inside of me, so deep that i felt his balls lightly against my ass, he glanced down at me for the first time since he was inside.

"i-it feels good, mr. shelby." i say, knowing he wanted my word for it.

he clicks his tongue lightly, beginning to slowly pump himself in and out of me, the sound of my wet pussy enveloping the noise of the room. his cock twitched at the feeling, small breaths coming from his nostrils as he focused on the feeling of my body holding him close. he leans down, planting a kiss against my lips before pulling himself up, just enough that our noises were still touching as he breathed against my face.

"such a pretty woman you are, miss [y/n]. you take cock so well, you know that, hm? you feel so natural around me, love. like you were built for my cock."

i gulp at his words, feeling my face burn at the talk mr. shelby spoke above me, as his pace began to lightly increase with each smooth word. i nod, pursuing my lips together and feeling my core tighten as the sounds of our bodies against each other began to fill the room, much more than before.

he chuckles at my silent response, but i showed it through my body the more he fucked me. his strokes were gentle, but deep, his cock nearly leaving my pussy through each and every stroke, but pushing back inside through one thrust every time. i could hear him grunt at the sensation, and it was evident he needed more for release.

i lightly lean up, my arms shaking slightly while i adjusted myself, and he leaned up once more, still inside of me.

"d-do you.. do you think i could take your cock as well from behind me, mr. shelby?" i stammer, glancing up to him with a red face. "if.. if you think that would feel better for the both of us.."

a grin spread across his cheeks, and he lightly pulled out of me, gesturing for me to flip over and get onto my knees. he places his large hands on my lower hips, his thumbs resting on the top of my ass. i could feel his cold rings on my body as he leaned forward to push himself inside once more.

it felt much different this way, the way he was holding me, the way his cock was pushing through my tight walls at a quickly accustomed angle. god, it felt fucking good, but i knew he wouldn't be rougher, or more, with me, if i didn't say so. mr. shelby seemed to be a ruthless man, but he was taking it easy with me given the circumstances.

"harder." i mutter under my breath, but just enough that he could hear me from his position.

"are you sure, love?" he asked, his grip on my hips tightening and his cock begin to take up a new speed. "because i can fuck you like a whore, but i'm not too sure you'd like that during your first time."

"i-i am sure, mr. shelby. i need it."

with my permission, he pulled himself out of me, before nearly slamming himself back inside, his tip grazing close to what felt like my lower stomach as he began to pump himself further into my body, his cock making my body turn towards some sort of shock, as i felt a sharp feeling of pain yet pleasure escalate through my core, my legs, everywhere.

i gasp, leaning down to rest my head into the pillow, trying to muffle the loud moans and high pitched yelps as mr. shelby pounded his length into my pussy, every stroke earning a whine from my covered lips. he took one of his hands off of me to reach down and grab me by my tied up hair, lifting my head up to cause my body to arch in reaction, and my open mouth to gasp at his sudden movements.

"do you think whores stay quiet, miss [y/n]?" he tilts his head, looking down at my half-covered body as he talks, slightly taunting. it seemed a more demeaning attitude came with more of mr. shelby's dominance.

i shake my head, trying to catch my staggered breath as the question pent up my nerves. "n-no, mr. shelby.. they.. they don't.."

"exactly." he huffs, his hand moving from my hair to my neck, his fingers gripping my red, sweating skin. "so how should you behave when i fuck you?"

"but.. but it may be loud, mr. shelby.." i conteract, closing my eyes as his hard hits travel farther into my pussy, his balls slapping against my clit, which only increased my harsh stimulation. "i-i don't want to wake your family.."

thomas lifted his hand briefly to smack my ass, hard, earning a yelp from my lips. "does it look like i give a fuck what they think? i have the authority here, don't i? i can fuck you as i please, can't i?"

"y-yes.." i moan as his hand left my body stinging, nodding hastily. "you do, fuck, mr. shelby.."

he kept his motions at their highly aggressive rate, pounding my pussy and expecting the reactions i gave him, which were loud, visible moans and yells cued by his manipulation, as he fucked me so hard the room was full of our own created noise, and the sound of the bed frame creaking against the wooden wall, and the floorboards slightly screeching against the rapid movements.

i felt my own release building up, and with his thumb suddenly planting against my clit, i gasped, my climax releasing against his cock as he rode out his own high, filling my insides and thrusting momentarily before slowly pulling out.

he leaned forward to help flip me over, watching me catch my breath and straight my own out as he got himself dressed. he leaned down to grab my panties, then got on the floor to slide them up my legs, and adjust them against my hips before leaning forward, gently sticking his index finger past the cotton before slowly pushing it into my pussy, and sliding it out, licking it slowly before me as he stood up.

"we'll discuss plans for your father tomorrow, hm?" he asked casually, adjusting his shirt into his pants. "perhaps i'll take you shopping for some new dresses as well outside of birmingham?"

i nod, slowly sitting up on the bed. "uhm, yes, i'd.. i'd like that, mr. shelby."

"thomas." he says, leaning down to peck my lips. "no mr. shelby. you're a bit different than a business partner now, eh? we've bent the rules a little here."

i chuckle lighting, shaking my head. "i.. uh, suppose so, yeah.."

he holds my cheek lightly before walking towards the door and holding his hand against the knob. "goodnight." he opens the doors then, glancing to me.

"goodnight, thomas."

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warnersister · 2 months

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By the Book of Leviticus

Alfie Solomons x Jewish!reader

->Alfie while his wife is practicing niddah

niddah - “Biblically based in the Torah, these laws, also referred to as niddah, have developed into an intricate and detailed set of laws that prevent a menstruating woman from having sexual relations with her husband both during her menstrual cycle and for a period of seven 'white days' following”

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You and Alfie slept in separate beds pushed together to make one. Alfie wasn’t fussed but it was as per your request, and he’d cut his own ear off and eat it if you merely asked. Two days before your monthly practise begins, you would push the two adjust slightly, so the two mattresses were no longer touching and hence; no longer any risk of succumbing to any late-night desperations that were so easily achievable.

Alfie strolled into the house with Cyril, hearing scuffling and scraping upstairs and quirking an eyebrow; eyes flicking over to the calendar and there it was: clearly marked in red pen ‘two days’, followed by five days scribbled out in the same red, then several crossed neatly with a pencil. Alfie hummed as his lips kissed his teeth with a tut. That’s why you’d been a bit agitated the past few days.

While practicing Jewish religions, Alfie was a lawless man who only used to turn to God at his darkest hour, breaking down to his Rabbi and shaking when that recent job was just that tad too delicate. Until he met you. Sincere, pure, religion. You were complete oxymorons of each other. Hot ice: shivering in the summer. You completely juxtaposed Alfie and it made him feel whole: holy, even. And it didn’t take long for your religious ways to start rubbing off on him. You weren’t completely blind sighted by the ways of God, but you were raised to practise in such ways and that was what you were going to do.

Alfie never argued when it came to judaism. You tell him what you’re up too, he steps back and lets you do what you need to do. When you’d first started seeing each other, he’d invited you back home after a lovely meal by the docks. You’d sheepishly agree and linked arms with the larger man, allowing yourself to take some of his weight to ease the ever growing pain of his sciatica.

When nearing his house he’d cheekily took his arm you were holding and wrapped it around your waist, leaning down to kiss you to which you instinctively lurched back in response. Alfie pulled away, hurt clearly evident in his eyes but you were quick to speak. “I practise being a niddah, Alf.” You say quickly and his eyes softened in understanding. “I’m sorry I should’ve told you sooner and god do I want to kiss you but I can’t, and” he stopped you by planting a kiss on the top of your head and smiling down to you. “You don’t have to explain anything to me, treacle. I understand. We’ll do everything or nothing when you’re ready.”

And after two years, a marriage certificate and abiding in the same home, he’d become accustomed to the monthly abstinence. Alfie let a tired Cyril march over to his bed and lazily plop down, eyes drooping as he silently moaned at Alfie for moving him. Alfie removed his coat, his shoes and his hat before moving up the stairs to you.

He leant against the doorframe as you’d victoriously placed the bed where it reiteratively sat every month, resting your hands on your hips to admire the handiwork you’d done without the assistance of your big strong Alfie who usually insisted on rolling up his sleeves and shifting it for you.

“See you don’t need me then, do ya treacle? Don’t need your old Alfie. Just an old bag in the wind, hmm?” He grunted, trying to seem unimpressed but couldn’t surprise the smile tugging at his lips when you pivoted to meet him, hurrying over and kissing him sweetly. “I’ll always need you, Alfie.” He smiled down at you. “Has it started yet?” He asked, head motioning over to your bed. You shook your head in response. “Not yet, tomorrow or the day after.” “Great” Alfie threw you over his shoulder and you yelped in surprise, carrying you over to the best and climbing on top of you. “Can have you one last time.” “What happened to the sciatica?” You teased, and he shook his head, already working on the zip of your skirt. “Hush now, darlin”

He loved making love to you before the practise of niddah, enough so you’d remember and carry a loving lisp until the day after it had finished so he was able to do it all over again. During niddah however, Alfie was completely respectful. Doing minimal, yet lovable touches reminding you he was still there. He’d make you breakfast and kiss the top of your head, hugging you close. He’d sit before bed and brush your hair gently. Regardless of his sciatica, he’d carry you through the threshold of the bedroom and to your own bed and tuck you in, telling you “a woman working as hard as yourself right now shouldn’t lift a finger.”

Sure, he’d get antsy at some point. But he’d never tell you that, instead humming a song to you and swaying you gently as he gritted his jaw and glare into the calendar, counting the days which seemed to prologue. But Alfie wouldn’t change it for the world.

And on that evening, when he’d walk back in with Cyril - cursing under his breath as a downpour had caught them by surprise half way. Mood dampened until he heard the all familiar screeching up stairs, beds reconnecting and he smiled, barely able to get his shoes and boots off and adrenaline easing the sciatic pain for a moment, half of his clothes off by the time he got up the stairs. Rushing into the bedroom, and pushing you gently but meaningfully onto the bed as you’d giggle as he’d devour you, a man starved.

Yeah, Alfie didn’t mind this life at all.

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pherelesytsia · 2 years

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Lost and Rewritten

Pairing: Thomas Shelby x female/Reader

Summary: Thomas Shelby, a single father, lost his son at the fair and finds him in the arms of an unknown woman and is enchanted by her.

Word Count: 2.1k

a/n: Thomas Shelby Masterlist

Part One Part Two

The day was waning, and the golden hue of the sun kissed the end of the world. Birds chirped, left the kingdom and settled on the lightly dancing branches of the trees, framing the estate like a painting.

In the depths of the eyes, they had long since lost themselves, no longer able to look into the distance and were deaf to the voice of the wind knocking on the windows flanked by dark curtains. The cups had been emptied and crumbs adorned the round plates painted with beautifully curved flower tendrils in bluish tones. With each word, stories of greyed memories, the hearts opened wide. Thomas laughed and Y/N continued the tale. His eyes sparkled in delight and his voice was nearly delicate, longing to hear more, ignoring the sun and the faint stars gracing the sky. The smile seemed to grow larger with each passing moment, a grin, not even dreadful news could make it disappear, was on his features. Delight and happiness painted his eyes in bright hues, lighter than the sun and all the stars of the sky together.

A cold gust accompanied by joyous shouts swept through the estate, filled every room and let the adults seated on the sofa in dark shake the heads. Fear didn’t cloud the mind nor rooted deep in the hearts chanting serenades as Thomas and Y/N looked simultaneously at the grinning children rushing in great haste through doors like a horde of savages. Scolding words didn't escape the young mother. Joy ruled in her daughter's gaze, swiftly followed by Charlie into the living room. Breathing heavily, huffing, the children stopped. A bright reddish hue painted the cheeks, and they grinned widely at the parents, looking wondering at the children. Charlie and Claire exchanged quick glances. Soft words echoed; an illegible murmur of faint voices oozing with excitement. The children clasped the hands behind the body and Charlie whispered low words and looked questioningly at Claire, but no answer escaped. Y/N knew the expression of mischief, had seen it countless of times. Y/N gazed from Tommy to the children and sat down on the sofa so she could survey them closely.

"We wanted to ask you something." Claire broke the silence. "Now it's your turn, Charlie," Claire added after a moment.

Nudging Charlie with her elbow, Claire poked him again, but the shy boy didn't respond. Her eyes spoke volumes, could not understand why Charlie had not yet continued as agreed a few minutes ago in the garden. The dark-haired boy lowered his gaze in shame, pressed his lips to a fine line and again looked up as he realised he had to continue.

"Eh, we were going to ask you if we could play hide and seek or catch together. All of us. You and Y/N/N and Claire and I. It will be more fun." Charlie shyly proffered.

He was blushing and Y/N´s heart melted like gold.

The desire to follow them was non-existent and hundreds of excuses rested on the tip of the tongue, but none overcame, came to light and stayed well hidden, locked up behind sealed lips. The parents exchanged glances, wanting to continue the conversation they had started, to find out more about each other, but the expression on the children's faces made it impossible to send them out of the house again, to let them know they had no desire or interest to spend more time together.

"What do you think, Y/N?" Thomas asked.

A soft laugh escaped the young mother, couldn't remember the last time she had played catch and was shocked, couldn't believe she had never played it with her daughter and Y/N couldn't say no.

"Why not? But the sun is about to set and I think we should head home soon, Claire. We don't want to delay or disturb you and Charlie unnecessarily." Y/N pronounced.

An indignant sound immediately escaped as Claire heard what her mother had pronounced in an audible tone, but the look in her eyes forbid Claire to say anything, to protest loudly.

"You are not disturbing us Y/N and we have enough unoccupied rooms in the building and I am certain the children would be happy to spend more time together.“ Thomas said.

Slowly Thomas rose as he spoke the words Y/N in the deepest depths of her heart, hoped to hear. The elegant gentlemen held out his right hand and Y/N accepted his invitation and realised, astonished, that his hand was huge compared to hers. Her lips gaped open and Y/N did not notice how she threatened to lose herself in the depths of the sky, in a sea of adoration, but no water filled her lungs. A warm shiver travelled down her spine and banished the cold from her limbs. In a gesture, almost affectionate, Thomas lowered his hand to Y/N's back, led her away from the sofa they had been sitting on for the last few hours, strolled towards the door where the whispering children stood, grinning and chatting in delight, happy the plan they created in great detail worked perfectly.

Claire smiled, had never witnessed such happiness painting her mother's eyes in the brightest of colours.

Thomas stepped away from Y/N and immediately she missed his closeness, the warmth his heart was spreading. Again Y/N wanted to find herself in his embrace, sitting on the sofa and listening to stories and tales. Eyes met and Y/N felt her heart collide with her chest, wishing their paths had crossed earlier, maybe ten years ago, seeing the love, the joy in his eyes as Charlie came to tell him something. Y/N knew he had to be a good man, had never seen such love in a man's eyes. Warmth rose in her cheeks. Thomas took the coat from the hook and walked with long steps towards Y/N, who was looking at the joyful children who disappeared from the house with quick steps and wanted to separate from the adults as quickly as possible to hide from them.

"I hope you don't mind," Thomas said.

Y/N looked up questioningly. An unfamiliar scent, yet so familiar, a scent befuddling her senses and making her heart beat faster, enveloped her as she felt a heavy material settle on her shoulders. Y/N smiled and her fingers clawed into the dark material. Her coat was hanging again.

"It rained early this morning and I don't want your coat to get dirty. I hope you don't mind. I will give Claire one of Charlie's shirts and trousers. I am convinced I will find something fitting.", "Why should I mind Thomas? Thank you, but it's not necessary. Really." Y/N breathed, but Thomas shook his head in response.

"May I?" Thomas asked.

Confused, Y/N looked up, unable to take her eyes off the tall man, but then she saw his hand pointing to the long sleeves and the young mother understood and nodded. Thomas took a step towards Y/N. The black suit jacket no longer covered his body. His fingers played with the long sleeves, rolled up the too-long material and her delicate hands, her fingers appeared in the bright golden light.

The black waistcoat covered the white button-down, white as a pearl as clouds, and Y/N recognised her work, saw the extra compartment for small bottles on the waistcoat to which a golden clock was attached.

"Thank you, Thomas but.", "You don't have to worry about me darling, I certainly won't be cold and we should hurry, the children are waiting and we shouldn't keep them waiting," Thomas interrupted Y/N, knew exactly what she wanted to pronounce

Warmth rose again in her cheeks and gratefully Y/N accepted the arm Thomas offered her. Wordlessly, Thomas led Y/N out of the house, down the long corridor, and together they strolled towards the light streaming into the house through the open front door of dark wood. Following the path, they heard the chanting of laughter echoing loudly across the land, through gardens and fields.

Suddenly, there was a great silence. Y/N and Thomas exchanged quick glances and mischievously they grinned.

"Oh, where might the children be?" Y/N cried out loud.

The question did not have to escape, saw the children hiding behind the trunk of the enormous tree.

"I wonder, I can't see them anywhere. Hopefully, they haven't gone missing but you don't have to worry Y/N, I'm sure we'll find them and if not, I'll contact the police. You don't have to worry, I won't sleep a wink this night until we find them," Thomas agreed in a worried tone.

Grinning, they walked towards the lonely tree many steps away from them, behind which the children thought they were completely hidden.

"I think you must call a doctor; Mister Shelby, I feel my heart about to burst with worry. I think I need to sit down.", "You worry me, darling, Y/N/N, come sit on the bench. I will bring you a glass of water and a damp cloth for your forehead." Thomas reassured the young woman at his side.

Grinning, he showed with his eyes that they should surprise the children from both sides to forbid them to run away. Y/N grinned, missing his closeness, longing to be near him, and moved towards the tree, whose bark was dark as oak. A shriek escaped the children. They jumped, no longer giggling softly, and ran away in great haste.

"It's your turn mum.", "Oh no! I'll catch you," Y/N said in shock.

Y/N did not run quickly after the two children and Thomas ran alongside them, was slow, and saw the joy in the children's eyes as they ran away from Y/N in his direction. The curls danced in the wind. Y/N rushed up slowly, felt the heels of her shoes sink into the soil, reached out with her arms and caused the children to burst out laughing as they escaped her reach. He got lost in her eyes and for a moment Thomas thought that he had known her for a long time, that she was part of the family.

"Tommy?" breathed a voice.

Suddenly he awoke from his stupor and felt hands resting on his body and he looked down, saw the woman who was smaller than him. Thomas stood motionless in the shadow of the tree.

"Your turn," Y/N added, out of breath.

Thomas caught himself and laughed. Turning around, he made no effort to run slowly, running faster towards the children. They chased each other up and down the garden like wild animals, laughing and shrieking, ignoring the stains freckling the clothes.

The day was waning, and the sun shrouded the world in a reddish glow

"My legs aren't that long; I can't run fast." Y/N breathed out of breath, gasping for air, trying to fill her lungs with air.

Suddenly, her eyes widened, noticing how close they were. His warm breath collided with her face. A shiver danced down her spine. The fingers of his right hand traced the contours of her face, memorising every perfection, seeing the goosebumps, the loving smile on her lips and the love in her eyes seeming endless.

"Are you cold?" Thomas asked.

Worry spread on his features, kissed by the golden sun. Nothing could escape his sharp eyes. Carefully, his hands slid up and down her arms to give her warmth. Y/N shook her head, but Thomas saw the lie in her gaze.

"Charlie, Claire, we're going back inside. Y/N is cold and you should come too and if you are hungry, then go into the kitchen." the man added.

Smiling, he ignored the faint words escaping Y/N, trying to stop him from letting the children know she was no longer able to play with them in the garden.

"Okay." the children said at the same time.

The children continued to play in the garden, hiding behind the bushes and the trunks of the many different trees whose branches danced in the wind.

Down the narrow path, Thomas with Y/N at his side walked towards the house and it seemed as if they were a couple setting out on a journey together. Y/N leaned her head on his shoulder, feeling comfortable at a man's side after long years of loneliness. His hand rested on her back in a protective gesture and the warmth his body radiated banished the cold feasting on her skin.

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