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angelltheninth · 2 years

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Sharing is Caring, or Something Like It

Pairing: Sevika x Fem!Reader x Finn

Tags: nsfw, smut, threesome, free use, blowjobs, multiple orgasms, cunnilingus, rough sex, creampie, strap-on, lots of degradation, praise, double penetration

Word count: 2.5k

Kinktober Day 16: Double Penetration

A/N: Not ashamed to admit I imagined this many times. Even before kinktober.

Out of all your patrons Finn was one of your favorites. He never overstayed his welcome, he always knew and told you exactly what he wanted, and when you were good he payed a lot more than needed. He was rough yes, and left you aching long after he'd leave but it was always so easy with him. You just turn your brain off and give in to him, to the things he made you feel, to the pleasure and ecstasy of it. It was easy because you knew what to expect when ever you'd see him walking through the door.

"Guess what kitten," Finn, already fully naked looked down at you while you're busy sucking his dick to full hardness, wearing nothing by lace gather belts, already dripping with anticipation, "I have a surprise for you today." That was rare, but a part of you couldn't help but wonder what it was, "We have company today?"

Your eyes widened and you made an adorable sound of surprise around his dick. Finn snickered and ran his hand through your hair. Right as you pulled up, the tip of his cock still touching your lips you heard the door open. Finn didn't bother getting up from the couch, he just looked at his quest, amused.

"If you told me you were here to whore around I would have gotten one of my own to pass the time." You recognized the voice. Sevika, Silco's right hand. You were never one of the ladies she asked for but you knew from talking to your friends that she could be just as rough and demanding as Finn. Maybe even more.

"Well I did choose Babette's for a reason." He looked down at you with a sly smile. You could feel Sevika's eyes on you too. By now you should have gotten used to the looks, but this felt a lot more intense. You almost wanted to hide somewhere. "I thought it'd be a good ice breaker. Sharing is caring you know."

"Huh?" You blinked up at him, "Sharing? Sharing me?"

"That's right kitten. I did say I had a surprise didn't I? You'll get to have both your ends fucked at the same time. If Sevika agrees that is."

"You think you can buy my loyalty with her?" You could hear the laugh and judgement in Sevika's voice, "There's no cunt or mouth good enough for that."

Finn shook his head and slowly waived his hand towards you, "You say that because you haven't tried her's yet. Just look," Finn tugs your mouth forward to his cock again, "look how easily and flawlessly she takes it." He exhales in delight when you start moving your head up and down. "Just give her a taste."

Your cunt fluttered at the words, you found yourself arching your back and presenting to her.

"See how she wants it? My little whore is already dripping with need. Don't worry you'll get a cock in there soon, no matter whose it is." Finn stroked your cheek with the back of his fingers. You made sure to lick his cock thoroughly in appreciation.

"Oh what the hell. I came here to get some anyway." You heard heavy steps behind you, the unbuckling of multiple belts and Sevika's cape falling to the floor, "Let's see how you handle these first." Two thick fingers pushed inside of you without warning, "Oh that's really wet. Just from sucking cock? Doesn't take much with you does it?"

Sevika pulled her fingers out, fully slick and rubbed them up and down her strap, you could hear it getting slicker with each stroke.

"She's needy but I always take good care of her. Don't I take care of you beautiful?" You mouthed a quick yes as you pulled up and cupped his balls with one hand, feeling how heavy with cum they were. You pressed kisses up his cock, trailing the throbbing length with your other hand.

"Now she'll take care of us both." In a smooth thrust forward you felt the thick strap get inserted into your hole, Sevika's naked thighs and hips flush with your bare ass and thighs.

"Oh god. Fuck it's..." You moaned against Finn's cock, unable to stop yourself even when Sevika stood perfectly still.

"Yeah? What is it? What's her dick feel like? Use your words, I'm sure Sevika would love to hear it." Finn teased you by pushing his own dick forward, your mouth opening for it just a little, just enough for the tip. "What's the matter? Speak up slut."

"It's good! It's good, I want more. I want- mnh!"

You almost choked when Finn pulled your hair and jolted his towards your mouth, his dick once again in your mouth, even harder than before, throbbing against your tongue.

"I do aim to please." Sevika chuckled as she started pushing in and out. She was a lot like Finn in that regard, merciless and rough. With both hands, one colder then the other she angled your ass upwards more, her knees spread a little and bent at your sides, her inner thighs slapping against you, "What a good little bitch. Full and asking for more. I like people like you. People who know their place. Yours is down there and taking cock like a good slut."

"She's the best slut if I do say so myself." You hummed at the praise, "One of the best I've had around my cock in fact. It's a miracle she's not pregnant from all the cum I've shot inside her. And she always asks for more."

And you always will. As long as Finn's treating you like his favorite. As long as he smirks at you and his eyes light up with lust and need for you.

One of your hands starts making it's way between your legs, only to be stopped by Finn, "No, no. You just do as you're told. Your pleasure is ours to take understand?"

"Yes. Yes sir." You were quick to reply but Finn was even quicker to still your head and fuck his cock back into your mouth. You couldn't move, held in place on both sides and fucked hard, each of them telling you how good your holes felt.

You didn't have to think. You were there to be used by them, fucked by them, pleased by them and please them in return.

Finn came first, his balls slapping your chin faster and faster until you felt them empty down your throat, his grip on your hair keeping your still until he was finished.

"Thank you, thank you." You mumbled with a mouthful of cum as he pulled out, his cock messy with your spit and his cum. Your eyes were glassy as you looked up at him, his seed dripping down your chin. You tried to swallow it down but you couldn't from the moans still leaving your mouth at Sevika's brutal pace. "Harder, fuck me harder. How ever you want."

"Fucking hell. Slut really likes it hard huh? That cause of you?" Sevika glanced up at Finn who was still stroking his cock, spilling cum on your face.

"All my handiwork. Enjoy it."

"Oh I will. Come on whore, come for me. Let me see you come all over my dick." Sevika slapped your ass as she gave you an order. Then the other cheek just as hard, making the redness even. Your body jolted still, your orgasm rocking through you, making you collapse into Finn's lap. Since your mouth was right next to his cock you decided to clean it up a little while Sevika fucked your orgasm out of you.

When she finally stopped and pulled out your head was a complete mess. "We're not done with you yet. Are we Sevika?"

"Done?" Sevika laughed, "I'm just getting started with her. I get your mouth now slut. I wanna see how good it is."

Sevika walked to the other couch, her elbows resting on the back of it as she spread her legs proudly. You finally got a good look at her, all hard muscle and scars, a big dark red strap-on between her legs, shiny from your cum. "Come here." You started to get up when she snapped her fingers at you, "On all fours."

You opened and closed your mouth, briefly looking up at Finn who only nodded toward Sevika. Slowly, but eagerly you crawled towards the brawler.

"Good girl, doing as you're told." Sevika ran her hand through your hair when you got close enough to her. "All that cum dripping down your chin, heh you can't even focus on me properly, you keep looking at me dick. Go on then, put that mouth to work."

"Okay. Okay, whatever you say." Your eyes glazed over as you tasted yourself on the strap, while also still tasting Finn. You always enjoyed sucking him off when he was done with you. With every lick and movement of your head you spread more cum around the toy, making it easier every time.

"I think she likes you, my pet. She spread you out pretty good from the looks of it." Finn slapped his hard cock between your legs, over your clit, "From the sounds your making I think you like it too don't you."

"Ye- ah!" Sevika thrust her hips hard.

"Don't talk with your mouth full."

You moaned at her chastising you, squirming under her gaze, "I'm sorry." You managed as you pulled away. You kissed the insides of her muscular thighs.

"Get up." You heard Finn say, "You're gonna take us both. In. The. Same. Hole." Your entire body shuddered from those words, "Ah you want it already don't you?"

"Bet she's done it before, haven't you?" You nodded against her thighs, "How many have you had in you? Two? Three?"

"T-Two." Sevika laughed at your confession, clearly amused at your honestly. You stood up on wobbly legs, "How do you, how do you want m- oh! Oh god!" Sevika pulled you towards herself and went right for your breast, sucking and biting your nipple. You felt Finn come up behind you, his hand on your other breast, pinching, "Please." You breathed out, your head leaning upwards.

"You sound so hot when you beg like this." He pushed his hard cock between your thighs, using them to get himself off, "But I don't think you're begging hard enough. Is she, what do you think Sevika?"

You felt her smirk against your nipple, "No. Beg more clearly. What do you want us to do to you?"

Biting your lower lip you tried to make a coherent though, to word things properly.

"I'm not hearing begging. Maybe we should stop."

Finn halted his thrusts, his hand now laying still on top of your breasts. Sevika stopped too, her chin laying between the valley of your breasts, looking up at you with an expecting, knowing smirk.

You groaned in their grasp, "Keep going." You breathed as you turned to give Finn a slow kiss, "I want you both to keep going. Fuck me. Use any hole you want to get yourself off. Do anything you want." You let out a high pitched moan when you felt Sevika's thumb press against your clit, "I'll-I'll be your good fucktoy, so please, please don't stop, fuck me more."

"Keep talking." Sevika ordered as she turned you around, kissing your lower back as she eased you into her lap and onto her cock.

You moaned as you found yourself pulled back against her chest, both her arms around your stomach to keep you still, "Right there! I need more, it's not- not enough." You let your legs fall open, giving Finn a perfect view of your pussy getting fucked by Sevika.

"I love how cockhungry you get. But of course you do. Because you're a fucking slutty whore who craves it. You need your pussyhole filled up and stretched out. And this one too." He pushed two fingers into your mouth watching you suck on them as your eyes fluttered closed. "Make room for me now, it's time to finally give you what you want. Two cocks, fucking you deep. All the while you shut up and take it like a good fucktoy should."

Your legs drag Finn closer, your breath coming out as fast as it can with Sevika still fucking your an Finn's fingers still in your mouth. You feel her slow down enough for him to push his tip inside. The added stretch is painful yes, but both Sevika and Finn keep cooing in your ear, telling you to take them.

"I know you can take us, you've been doing so well up till now." Sevika places a kiss on your shoulder, her hands guiding your hips for a better angle.

When they're both finally inside of you it takes you a minute to get used to feeling so full. You let your head lay on Sevika's shoulder while you look between your legs spread open by Finn's hands below your knees.

They both waited for you to nod. The second you did you were in sheer bliss. It took them a while to find a good pace, each seemingly wanted to fuck you deeper then the other, their rivalry now starting to come out on full display. And you were caught in the middle. Oh how wonderful it felt, getting the brunt of their passion and frustration.

"You were tight before but holy shit, you wanted this really badly huh? You can't stop squeezing my cock. Here, take it deeper, more."

You whined, your hips rolling, trying to push both their cocks in at the same time. Then Sevika's hand trailed down to tease your clit. Your hips slammed downward towards Finn, your body going limp from pleasure. You almost felt like you'd pass out, all the while both Finn and Sevika kept fucking you, making you teeter on the edge of consciousness.

Finn leaned over your body, his lips on your neck, both cold and hot at the same time as he came inside you, filling you up, "You're such dirty girl, you keep squeezing more and more from me."

Sevika's drove her hips upwards again and again, fucking the dripping cum back inside of you.

Your body doesn't stop shaking, your hips keep jerking even after they both pull out. "I think we may have worn you out. You can barely keep your eyes open." Finn's hand strokes your cheek, making your eyes feel heavier. "Go to sleep. This next part of the meeting doesn't concern you anyway."

"But you have been useful. At the very least I'm not feeling like breaking the other half of his face." Finn laughs, not taking the threat seriously, but a part of you can't help but wonder if he should. "I'll come back to you though, I hope you look forward to it."

"Both of you?" You mumble, your voice scratchy from moaning.

"Depending on how the rest of the meeting goes." Sevika kisses your neck, rubbing your sides as you begin to fade into unconsciousness.

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captainsophiestark · 6 months

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The Best of the Best

Finn x Reader

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Written for Fictober 2023!

Fandom: Star Wars

Day 26 Prompt: "Honestly, why would I care?"

Summary: Finn's not the first member of the First Order to defect, although he is the first Storm Trooper. An unexpected happy reunion comes when he first lands on a Resistance base.

Word Count: 1,475

Category: Fluff, maybe a tiny bit of angst?

A/N: Disclaimer, I have not seen the Force Awakens in literal years

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"The Millennium Falcon just landed outside!"

"General Solo is on it, from the Rebellion!"

"It's got an ex-Storm Trooper on it!"

The shouts of my fellow Resistance members echoed around me as they shouted and gossiped about the recent touchdown of a ship. I wove my way through the crowd, keeping one hand on my blaster. I needed to be ready.

A few years ago, I'd been part of the First Order. More than that, I'd been responsible for training the Storm Troopers we took from birth, helping indoctrinate them into the system. I'd been younger or the same age as most of them, and watching them go off to die in a pointless war had jump started my realization that we were the bad guys.

Once the realization had fully settled in, I'd up and left without looking back. I found the Resistance through my now best friend Poe Dameron, and I'd had a lot of valuable information to share with them. I'd been here for almost four years now, and not once had I seen a Storm Trooper defect. So, when I heard everyone whispering in the hallways about one stepping on base, I went into immediate red alert.

I made it out to the tarmac and immediately I noticed the Falcon. The ship was impossible to miss. I quickly scanned the crowd between me and the ship, and my best friend's signature jacket jumped out at me amidst everything else. But Poe had lost that jacket on Jakku in the process of his escape from the First Order.

The guy with Poe's jacket had his back to me, but as I approached, he turned around. I froze in my tracks, my mouth dropping open a little.

FN-2187 stared back at me. I barely remembered most of the people who'd come through the ranks of the First Order under my training. They all blurred together, and the guilt over everything I'd done to uphold the dictatorship was too much for me to look back on all I'd done with any kind of regularity. But I knew the man standing a few yards from me, beyond a shadow of a doubt. I'd know him anywhere.

He was one of the first people I'd been completely responsible for training without supervision, when I was around the same age as the classes I trained. He'd been the first one I'd ever felt a connection with, the first one I'd ever let myself get close to. We'd been friendly, we'd been supportive and understanding of each others' mistakes despite the First Order trying to make us be anything but. Before Poe, he'd been the closest I'd ever come to a best friend.

Unfortunately for both of us, the First Order had noticed how close we'd been getting. We'd been ripped apart immediately, and I learned quickly not to get attached to any more of my trainees. I'd never seen my friend again.

Until now. Now, we were face to face again, on a Resistance base free from the reach of the First Order. The side of my mouth quirked up in a small smile, he beamed back at me, and that was all it took to have me running across the tarmac to him.

I jumped up and wrapped him in a tackle-hug, which he quickly returned. He wrapped his arms around me tight and spun me around, then buried his face in my neck as we came to a stop. I squeezed him tight, not wanting to let go lest this all turn out to be a dream. From the way he held me, I could tell he felt the same.

"Is this real?" he breathed. I huffed a hysterical laugh, a few tears sliding down my face.

"I sure hope so."

If both of us had had our way, I don't think either of us would've moved again for at least a few hours. But a certain pilot popped into my line of sight, a confused look on his face.

"Do you and Finn... know each other?"

"Finn!" I said, breathlessly happy as I pulled back to smile at the former Storm Trooper. "That's a great name."

"I think so too," he said, matching my smile. "Poe gave it to me."

I looked at Poe. He still seemed a little confused, but he had a proud look on his face all the same.

"You're really the top recruiter of defectors, aren't you?" I mused. He shot me a wink.

"Don't you forget it. Now come on, we have a fascist dictatorship to take down."

Finn and I shared a smile as Poe headed off into the crowd of the base. I sighed.

"We probably should follow him, huh?"

"I guess so. How long have you been here, though?"

"A few years," I replied. Finn looked shocked, so I continued. "I... couldn't stand watching the people I'd trained go off and die, killing a bunch of people in the process."

Finn nodded, sagging a little, shoulders slumping as he looked away for the first time since we'd found each other. I nudged him with my arm, suddenly insanely worried about him.

"Hey. What's wrong?" I asked, trying to keep my tone light. He huffed a humorless laugh and shook his head.

"It's nothing. It's just... I can't believe you've been here for so long. It took you a lot less time to realize how wrong we were than it took me."

My eyes went wide, shock nearly rocking me off my feet at his revelation. I quickly grabbed his shoulders and turned him to face me.

"Finn! Are you kidding me? I understand the guilt over our past, seriously, I do. But the fact that it took you a little longer than it took me means nothing. You were literally brainwashed from birth, something I was a part of! I didn't have that excuse, and I still served them for years."

Finn didn't look totally convinced, although his posture wasn't quite as slumped as before. I continued.

"Finn, I spent years convincing myself not to leave. I convinced myself not to care. Honestly, why would I care? It was all part of a righteous cause, canon fodder being expended killing bad guys trying to take down the government." I shook my head at myself in disgust. The fact that I'd ever believed that nonsense, that damaging propaganda, would haunt me for the rest of my life. Finn let his hand rest on my waist, giving it a gentle squeeze to comfort me, and I took a deep breath before continuing. "The realization that I was on the wrong side started long before I left, and I'll always regret the extra damage I did to the galaxy before listening to what I knew was right.

"But Finn, I went through all that as someone who grew up with a family, in school, with some varied viewpoints, although not many. You were told from birth that the First Order's morals, politics, and methods of enforcement were the one and only right way from almost the day you were born. And still you came to your own, different conclusion and left those sons of bitches behind, because you are that good of a person, Finn. That's... amazing."

I'd caught myself rambling, saying more than I'd maybe initially intended to, but I couldn't bring myself to regret it. I loved Finn, and the last thing I wanted was for him to put himself through any more pain than he'd already survived.

Finn laughed, a disbelieving sound, and the smile he gave me felt as bright and warm as the sun. I wasn't sure what I expected him to say, but I got a pleasant surprise when he finally did speak up.

"...Can I kiss you?"

"Hell yes."

We shared a beaming, happy smile, our first free smile, and then Finn leaned down and kissed me. He wrapped his arms around my waist again, pulling me to him as I wrapped my arms around his neck, kissing in the middle of the runway without a care in the world who saw us. It didn't matter who saw us now. No one here would exploit us, or use one of us to hurt the other. We were free, together.

"Hey! I'm happy to see my two best friends making out and all, but we actually have things to do today, remember?"

Finn and I broke apart reluctantly, still smiling even as we turned to Poe, the interruption. He was right, unfortunately. In order to take the First Order down for good, to free the rest of the galaxy, we had a lot of work to do. But it didn't seem quite as daunting now that I had Finn.

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princess-odette · 2 years

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2 am

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Pairing: Finn x Gender neutral!Reader

Slot: “Who Did This to You?”

You woke up to the sound of your phone ringing,Finn was calling you,which was weird since he never called and that it was 2 am.

“Hello” You picked up,the sound of your tired voice echoing.

“Sorry,I didn’t mean to wake you”

“It’s fine. What’s bothering you?”

“Right now it’s that I feel guilty for waking you” You could hear that he was tired,but was fighting to stay awake.

“You didn’t wake me,it couldn’t even sleep” You lied. “Please don’t tell me you're still working? Do I have to come down there and drag you back home like last time?” He laughed.

“No,I just-” He hesitated “Nevermind,it’s not a big deal,sorry for bothering you” He hung up before you could say anything else,he was acting really strange and you were getting more worried by the second. You fought the urge to go back to sleep,and got up to change before leaving to go see him.

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It only took around 15 minutes to get to his apartment,you were still a bit sleepy but you were more worried.

“Y/N,what are you doing here?” His eyes were red and puffy,like he had been crying.

“I was worried,but now I’m even more worried” You gently put your hand on his cheek,he backed away to let you inside. “What happened? Have you been crying?”

“Y/N I-I”

“Who Did This to You? I swear if someone ever hurt you in anyway,you can tell me I’ll-”

“Y/N,I’m fine” He shouted your name,tears were starting to build up again and he couldn’t stop them from falling. You held him as he cried. “No one did anything,I just had a nightmare” He whispered the last part.

“A nightmare”

“I told you it wasn’t a big deal”

“It is to me” You ran your fingers through his hair “I’ll always be here for you,no matter what’s bothering you” You held him until he calmed down. “Now,how about I make you some tea and then we can cuddle”

“That sounds wonderful,my sunflower”

“You know,you look great with your hair like that” His hair was loose and not in the usual ponytail,he blushed at your compliment.

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caitlinsnicket · 2 years

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can you do "i'm not jealous it's you, YOU'RE MINE!" finn x pilt!reader (if u're uncomfy just delete it ;D)

you and finn weren't official. he didn't hold your hand at public events, and you didn't stand beside him at reunions. people didn't call you 'his girl', and you didn't mind. at all. not even a little. the thing is, you'd mind even less if you hadn't just spent the night with his head between your legs. what hurt you the most was how indifferent he could be sometimes.

your mind was clouded with this thoughts as you watched him across the saloon, surrounded by women and men, using one of his flirty smiles to charm the crowd. it made your skin crawl. but even so, you didn't have any right to feel those things.

he wasn't yours, and you weren't his.

"a lovely night, isn't it?" a deep voice calls from behind you, in a casual, but calculated tone.

when you turn around, the scar in his face almost makes you stop for a moment, but you react quickly, throwing a contained smile at him. you can't remember his name, you just know finn mentioned it before. sinco? silvo?

"silco! i didn't expect to see you here. yes, it is a nice night" if he notices you hesitation, he doesn't show it. just nods and stands closer to you, watching the people.

"for a piltie," the word needs a little work to roll off his tongue, as if he's not completely convinced of it's meaning. "you're good with names."

finn touches a curl on a boy's hair, and leans in to whisper something in his ear.

fine. two can play that game.

"i'm good with a lot of things" you say, smiling into your glass.

time passes quickly while you talk to the scarred man, and he is engaged to the conversation. he pokes in the argument, he riles you up to get your real opinions, and on all you know about 'the game'. it's nice. for a few moments, you forget to check on finn and on his behavior, and actually take your time to enjoy the company.

when you realize, you're touching him, and it's more of a reflex than an actual move, and he seems to understand that. it's like you're speaking the same language.

it's never like that with him.

"ah, finn. i was wondering when you'd join us, given how intensly you were watching us." silco says to someone behind you, and you feel a hand surround your waist. before you can react, you hear finn's voice, almost a roar.

"i need to talk to her. excuse us" silco doesn't seem ofended, on the contrary. he seems amused, and steps back to give you room to walk out.

you can't contain a exclamation from leaving your throat when he pushes you up against a wall and dives in your neck, coloring it purple and red.

"no. finn. stop" he immediatly steps back and pushes his hair back, watching you intently. "what the hell?"

"you were touching him. why?"

"we were talking, you asshole. you were touching that dude. why?"

he seems to catch up then.

"i don't like it when you flirt with other people. i don't like it when you flirt with him."

"why? it's not like we're together or anything." you can see that it's like a slap on his face. "what? you're jealous?"

his face light up at that and he gets closer again, not quite touching you.

"i'm not jealous. you're mine. i'm sorry i didn't make it clear before."

he seems sincere. you pull him closer by the arms. it's not good enough forever, it's not even good enough for tomorrow.

but it's good enough for now.

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fanoftheimagines · 1 year

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[Text: “Being in a polyamorous relationship with Finn, Poe, and Rey”]

[Picture: From left to right, Poe Dameron, Finn, and Rey hugging with people celebrating around them.]

GIF: https://movie-gifs.tumblr.com/post/674376357461082112/star-wars-the-rise-of-skywalker-2019-dir-jj

#finn imagine #poe dameron imagine #rey imagine #sequels imagine #star wars imagine #gn!reader #romantic!reader #queer!reader #gnxm #gnxw #polyam #my gif imagines

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slymanner · 7 months

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hurt my heart why dontcha.

#adventure time #fionna and cake #fionna and cake spoilers #simon petrikov #BMO #this is seriously fucked up u cant do this to me im so sadSNSSN #IMAGINE BEING BMO #just one day finn and jake say they'll brb and they're going on a important mission...#and BMO after this and them being gone for awhile just see's the world go into peril #death everywhere. no sign of his friends expect remnant's of the past..#and the only survivor is them...#no other's expect the thing who released hell upon this once lively and colorful world in the first place.#and BMO just accept's this...tells themselves that they're still around...cosplay's as they're old friend's...this is fucked up #in the current timeline all his friend's are gone to natural circumstances.#but for this one? it was too early. too sudden. atleast in this one BMO will remember they're name's but...man.#this poor lil robo cant get a BREAK.#AND THEY FUCKING DIE IN SACRIFICE AT THE END TOO SHUTUPPPDPDPDPD #and the fact BMO also consider's “jerry” a friend...not knowing...that the same person caused all this.#this is...SO FUCKED UP #WHY MUST THE SHOW WRITERS DO THIS TO MY HEART.

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seneon · 3 months

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Can you make Mash x female reader please.

That when Finn and the other want to know why Mash doesn't love lemon like she do to him. And they got answer from Mash that because he protect reader love

sink into each other ──── mash burnedead x fem! reader.

about. mash actually has a lover, and his friends are to find out about it very soon. | 560+ words. fluffy romantic.

notes. if mash don't want lemon i'll have her tyvm

mash burnedead does not return lemon irvine's feelings. how so and why? though the girl doesn't mind that he does not return her feelings back, she promised to always be by mash's side.

she might be oblivious that he does not like her back, but finn and dot could easily tell that mash is not someone of romantical feelings. lance is always suspicious of mash, his mind telling him that there is at least one female that he has had a crush on before. it is impossible that there is none.

to everyone else, they could tell that lemon's efforts of trying to open up mash's heart and at least rent a day or two is impossible. there was never a possibility in the first place. and they felt bad for the girl who tries her hardest to impress or seduce mash.

there was one odd day, where mash is oddly missing from classes. the last time anyone has ever seen him was finn, which mash was eating two cream puffs. he noticed there was a bento wrapped in a very beautiful wine red cloth.

so finn told his friends about the beautifully clothed bento box. and they started sharing suspicions with each other. but nothing came to mind. there was nothing that could date back to mash even owning a fancy piece of cloth. they didn't want to simply suspect him either.

that is, when lance's suspicions came true.

he was walking through the corridors beside the garden and caught a sight at the corner of his eyes. upon having high principals, his curiosity overtook him and he went to poke his nose into the scene.

shock immediately arise, lance's jaw dropping as far as they could. metaphorically, it dropped to the ground, eyes widened until they might fall out. right in front of him, was a scene of his beloved rival and friend wrapping his arms around a student who is dressed in lang's uniform.

when that student broke the hug, it shocked lance even more. with beautiful hair and beautiful eyes that stared into mash's honey ones. she smiled widely and adding more shock to the crown, mash smiled back, although tiny and barely visible. yet it was enough for lance to understand the scenario.

"w-whaaaaat..!" a voice beside lance said in pure shock too, as lance looked beside to find finn's jaw dropped to the ground. "that's what the fancy bento is for??"

lance looked at the two, noticing the girl's hands that held a bento, a box wrapped in cream puff cloth. then to mash, who held the said bento with fancy wrapping.

very soon, you and mash exchanged bento boxes. the burnedead then embraced you in a hug, allowing your body to sink into his. just like that, both bodies were sinking into each other as each second passed.

you are a mage from a prestigious family with two lines on your face. it would only make sense if you sensed two other mages watching you. so in the hug, you slowly slid your through mash's coat and shoot a little spell from your fingers at lance and finn.

"mash, your friends have come to find you."

there was no hiding your relationship with mash anymore. and mash's friends now understand why he doesn't return her feelings to lemon, for mash burnedead already has someone to lean on.

#⋆ ❨ writing ❩ ֢֢֢ ۟#mash #mash burnedead #mash x reader #mashle #mashle x reader #mashle magic and muscles #mashle imagines #lance crown #finn ames #dot barrett #lemon irvine

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dameronology · 1 year

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star wars boys and having to share a bed with you? 🙌

i feel like some fluff is needed after all the angst lately icl (this is like in a pre-established relationship scenario <3)

includes din, poe, finn, han, luke & obi-wan

the mandalorian/din djarin

sharing a bed with din is like being in the safest place in the world. he absolutely has to be the one to be closest to the door and more often than not, he'll wrap his entire body around yours both out of affection and protection. if he's comfy enough to share a bed with you, it sort of feels axiomatic that he's comfy enough to sleep with the armour off too, but in the earlier stages of your relationship you might have to deal with it being on all the time. after a while, though, it'll be shed before he gets into bed. din is an incredibly warm person so it's always pretty toasty too, even without him acting like a human blanket. his favourite way to sleep is with his back pressed to yours, arms looped around your front and legs tangled together.

poe dameron

poe is a cuddler. there's no two ways of going about it and it's not exclusive to you either - actually, there's a reason that most his colleagues want two beds on a stakeout, as opposed to being dragged into dameron's arms against their will at nighttime. obviously, you mind a lot less than them - it's something you come to struggle sleeping without, actually - but just expect for him to always be holding you. even if you move to the other side of bed and jut your limbs out, the man is still gonna find a way to pull you back into his arms. his favourite way to sleep is facing you, head buried underneath your chin, one arm underneath you and the other over you.

finn

finn spent most of his life sleeping in tiny military cots in the first order, so when you first share a bed it's like sleeping next to a corpse that simply will not move. so, in the early stages of your relationship you sort of have to work yourself around him but the more he gets used to it, the more receptive he is to being touchy at night. he's generally quite light with his touches - usually just a hand on your hip or his head on your shoulder - but when one of you has been away for a while or life is a little tense, he definitely becomes clingier.

han solo

han solo manspreads at night. he hanspreads. you could have a kingsize bed and he could take up 99% of it. it makes sharing a bed with him difficult at first but the closer you become, the closer he likes to be at you tonight. after that, the problem is not so much sleeping around han as it is avoiding han at night, because you normally wake up to find that his entire torso is on top of you, or he's managed to slip underneath you is now your mattress.

luke skywalker

luke is susceptible to nightmares after the fall of the empire, and sleeping close to you is what helps soothe him. it's something he can't avoid if you're apart but if you're sleeping together, he has to be close to you in someway; maybe just a hand holding yours or even your legs touching, anything for him to know that you're there. you can normally tell when his nightmares are worse, or when he's feeling low, because he'll sleep closer to you and hold you a little tighter.

obi-wan kenobi

obi-wan is the heaviest sleeper you will ever meet, so the position that you go to sleep in has to be one that you're okay to stay in til he wakes up. he's self-aware so he's quite light with his touches at night - more often than not, he just sleeps beside you with a hand resting on the side of your leg, hip, or arm - but there have been times when he's wrenched you closer to him in his sleep. good luck if you need a wee.

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anthurak · 6 months

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Something I’ve often found really compelling in Adventure Time is how The Grass Sword/Grass Demon/Fern found up becoming one of the most prominent and disturbing antagonists of the series pretty much by complete accident.

Like it’s easy to forget after Fern has become such a prominent character both in the show and fandom, but the ‘curse’ of the Grass Longsword started out and spent much of the show entirely benign. All it really did was cause the sword to stick to Finn. If anything, the sword/curse was quite beneficial to Finn, providing him with a prosthetic arm and activating on several instances to protect him. Really, the entire point of the original Blade of Grass episode was that the sword was actually pretty useful.

It was only AFTER stabbing and later merging with the Finn Sword to create Fern that the ‘curse’ started becoming actively malicious.

In hindsight, I think it’s pretty clear that while the Grass Spider/Octopus/Demon ‘curse’ entity within the Grass Sword may have been malicious, for the longest time it had no way of actually controlling or otherwise influencing Finn. The sword may have bonded to Finn’s body, but NOT to his mind, or more importantly his soul. This left Finn free to use the sword, and later even the grass-prosthetic freely without any danger or corruption from the curse.

But then Finn accidentally used it to stab the Finn Sword. As we see in Two Swords, this for the first time gave the Grass Demon/Curse direct access to a soul, the soul of the alternate Finn within the Finn Sword. A soul that it was able to corrupt and influence and ultimately merge with to create Fern.

This is one of those things that I think a lot of the fandom seems to miss: Fern isn’t some quirky doppelganger or a ‘brother’ to Finn. He is straight up a distorted, corrupted version OF Finn (the alternate iteration of him within the Finn Sword) manifested by the CURSE of the Grass Sword.

As in, basically EVERYTHING Fern does that deviates from the ‘norm’ that is Finn can be considered the work OF the curse. From more overt stuff like his tendency to ‘stab first, ask questions later’ or the times he ‘flips out’, to more subtle things like his brooding or just the fact that he has a noticeably different voice (the voice of the Grass Demon mind you), ALL of these are the product of the Curse.

And it’s this fact which makes Fern a truly tragic character. Because he was effectively doomed from the very start. Despite Fern’s attempts to do good and Finn’s and Jake’s attempts to accept him as his own person, Fern simply could not escape the curse’s influence. Because that curse was the very thing that created and maintained his physical body. It WAS his body. And this curse wanted nothing but to subvert, influence and ultimately CONTROL him for its own ends.

I think we can very easily assume that all of Fern’s failures, all his insecurities, everything that drove him to turning on Finn and trying to kill him and becoming the Green Knight in the final season, ALL of that was the result of the curse’s influence. Trying to whittle and break down Fern’s will so that it could mold him into whatever it wanted. And there was NOTHING Fern could do to stop this. Because the curse made itself a core part of what he was.

When Finn and Fern finally enter his mental world and destroy the Grass Demon in Come Along With Me, we see Fern as he truly is: simply another version of Finn who has been corrupted by the curse.

And with the Grass Demon dead, there is nothing to maintain Fern’s physical body, causing him to soon fade away. In order for this alternate Finn to be saved, he couldn’t exist as ‘Fern’.

Of course this also means that ‘Fern’ didn’t actually DIE at the end of the series. He simply reverted back to his true form: The Finn Sword.

And what I find so compelling and tragic about all this is that NONE of it had to actually happen. The Finn within the Finn Sword didn’t need to be put through all this suffering. Like it seems pretty clear that the Finn that become the Finn Sword was perfectly content being a sword. He didn’t need to be corrupted and spend the last two and half seasons being manipulated by a grass octopus demon.

Because when you think about it, ALL of this happened by accident. If Finn hadn’t lost the Finn Sword to Bandit Princess, or if he’d been able to simply avoid stabbing it with the Grass Sword during his fight with her, NONE of this would have happened. Finn would still have the Finn Sword and the Grass Sword would have likely remained benign and helpful to him. Heck, given how Finn seems to fully regain the use of the Grass Sword in his fight with Bandit Princess, he probably would have been able to duel-wield the Grass Sword and Finn Sword together.

This is really what I find to be the tragedy of Fern: That two of Finn’s greatest tools wound up becoming one of his most dangerous adversaries, and even worse that the Finn who became the Finn Sword was tortured and corrupted for no real reason, all essentially by accident.

#adventure time #adventure time analysis #finn mertens #finn the human #fern the human #the grass sword #the finn sword #now that i think about it calling him 'fern' almost feels insulting #like we insist on calling this finn a name that represents one of the worst times of his life #imagine the au where finn DOESN'T stab the finn sword?

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angelltheninth · 1 year

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You're one of my favorite smut writers for Arcane here. Your fics and headcanons are so damn hot, they have me go feral every time. Finn especially unlocks something for me. I know that he's bad but it's a sexy kind of bad you know? I'm usually not this forward but really need him to fuck my face until he comes in my mouth. The man is nasty he'd probably not even wait until he gets behind closed doors.

Anon you are full horny on main for him aren't you? Not shaming, I like it. Embrace it even.

Pairing: Finn x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, hallway blowjobs, rough oral sex, slapping, cum swallowing, degradation, free use, brothels, public blowjob, power dynamic (use of Master a few times), Finn does not care who sees it

Word count: 1.2k

A/N: This was so damn filthy to write I need a shower after it.

Finn was one of those men who had a reputation around the brothel. He liked it hard, he liked it loud, he liked it fast, he liked it whenever and wherever he could get it. And there was one special woman he liked all of those things with. So you knew, when Finn came by you were in for a lot of fucking.

You were in the middle of talking to a co-worker when you heard the familiar clicking of his fingers against his golden jaw. It was like a calling card for you, a series of sounds that made you wet just because you knew what was waiting for you. In your scantly clad outfit it wasn't hard to notice either.

Your friend gave you a little kiss and tap on the cheek and wished you luck. That was silly, you knew exactly what you were in for. Finn was rough but he was never forceful towards you. Not when you didn't ask him to be.

He welcomed you striding towards him with open arms, a knowing smile on his face which only got wider when you threw your arms around him with no hesitation and kissed him, "Did my babygirl miss me?" He asked, gloved hands traveling up and down your body appreciatively.

You nodded, "You should know by now that I did."

"Mhm, no one fucks you as good as I do, do they? I know exactly what you want, when you want it." You gasped as you felt his fingers travel down your back, move your panties to the side and pass through your wetness, "Dripping wet pussy already. Did you not get any dick at all? My poor girl, I'll give you what you need." Two fingers teased you until you buckled against them, hiding your face in his jacket.

"T-Then, let's go. Please take good care of me Master." The use of the title earned you a firm slap on the ass, only encouraging you to keep going, "Finn I..." You bit your lip, not sure if he wanted to hear you being sappy right now.

"Yes kitten? What is it?" His lips smiled against your ear, the cool metal pressing against warm flesh.

"For tonight, you can handle me however you want." It was a simple request yet it send blood rushing straight to his dick, making it tent in his pants, "Use me." You whispered against his neck, the sweet scent of the brothel mixing with his slightly metallic one, driving you crazy in your effort to be closer to him.

You expected him to drag you off into the nearest empty room, push you down with your ass in the air and start hammering his cock in your cunt until you wept. It wasn't what happened, instead it was much dirtier.

He turned you around, your back hitting the wall, almost knocking down a photo and rolled his hips into yours a few times before pushing you to your knees, "So you wanna be treated like a free use slut? Shame, I wanted to be a little more gentle today, but the pussy wants what the pussy wants.

Your eyes widened, pupils expanding as you placed kiss after delicate kiss on his bulge. Nimble fingers undid his belt and pants, your hand pumping his hard cock as soon as it was free.

"Ah-ah babygirl. Inside. Now. Show me what I've been missing." His hand gripped the base of his cock, the other pushed your head to the wall and then towards his cock, "Rather let me show you what you've been missing." He huffed out when his cock was met with the familiar pressure of your tongue.

You hummed at the idea of it, being his and only his to fuck for how ever long he wanted. Being told what to do, not needed to think, only needing to obey and please him. You would do your upmost best to do it too.

Finn's cock twitched against your tongue, the broad head leaving a stripe of white pre-cum along your tongue as he moved his hips back and forth, his feet firmly planted in front of you, his jacket creating a small curtain so if anyone were to pass by they wouldn't be able to see every detail of the act.

"Your lips feel tighter then usual. Is this a turn on for you? Having your face fucked where people can see just how much you're enjoying it. Need to give the people around here a visual sample of what they could have." He smiled down at you, taking in the sight of your lips swollen around his cock, your eyes glossy and dark, "Moan louder bitch, let them all hear what you sound like with your mouthful of cock."

You didn't need to be ordered twice, you relaxed your throat more and leaned further in, almost lip as you let out a string of absolutely sinful noises accompanied by the fast slapping of Finn's heavy balls against your chin.

"Fuck I missed that perfect little mouth of yours kitten. You ruined me you know that? I can jerk off like a madman and its not anywhere close to what you can do with your mouth and cunt. You did that. You and these slutty holes you have. Today, I'm gonna make good use of them." His thrusting became erratic, head pressed against the wall and jaw clenched tight, "Swallow it. I don't wanna see one drop of cum escape, is that understood?"

You couldn't give him a verbal reply so you decided to speed up the process by tapping and licking along the hole on his cockhead, ready to catch all of his cum as soon as he let it out.

"Good girl, you're such a good slut." Finn's hips stilled with one last push as he emptied his balls down your throat, his breathing deep, and a tiny bit shaky, "I said all of it."

"Thank you Master." You said catching your breath and kissing along the side of his cock, "I'm glad I could please you." He smiled and leaned your head against his stomach as Finn chuckled and petted your head. He helped you stand up and hugged you tight, hand flying over your mouth, two fingers pushing inside and his mouth pressed against your neck, surprising you. You saw a masked individual walk by, sparing you a glance before they chuckled and shook their head towards an empty room.

"Keep walking." Finn growled in their direction, which only made them chuckle louder and continue on their way.

"My, who knew you'd be so defensive over me." You saw him roll his eyes at the statement, not wanting to acknowledge it further. These moments of protectiveness were rare, but very welcome. "We should get a room though. Unless you want everyone here to see just how much of a dirty slut I can be for you?" You dragged your lips across his chest tattoo's and hooked your leg around his hip.

He grunted, "I'll keep that in mind for next time. For now I want you to be my dirty little slut and mine alone." As if he wasn't just balls deep down your throat. In a last ditch effort to shut you up he pressed his lips against yours, tasting himself on your tongue while he back you up into the empty room and locked the door behind the two of you.

#arcane #arcane x reader #finn #finn x reader #arcane imagines #arcane smut #arcane fanfic #arcane scenarios #finn imagine #finn smut #league of leguends #league of legends x reader #league of legends x female reader #league of legends smut #league of legends imagine #league of legends fanfiction

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miharuki · 2 months

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hello again angels

𝕽𝖆𝖞𝖓𝖊 𝕬𝖒𝖊𝖘

(x reader)

Let's imagine something?

You were trying on fake rabbit ears to see how they looked on you, just to see how they would look on you. But then Rayne appeared in the room after long hours of work.

He enters the room only to observe you with rabbit ears, and to make it worse, or better, you were only wearing a dress shirt. You had just taken a shower and wanted to try on the strip.

"Rayne?" The boy just stares at you silently, with his neutral face.

"You okay?" Your words are cut off as you're thrown onto the bed. Let's just say that night you were a great bunny for Rayne. The hours of work helped Rayne a lot to vent his frustration on you, his pretty bunny who obeys him so well, who accepts him so well, so well that the next day you felt soreness; your legs were aching. You promised yourself not to wear the rabbit ears again, putting them away in the drawer.

But it doesn't stay tucked away for long, does it? Who are you to deny a request from Rayne? He only wants to see his precious obedient bunny, after all.

#mashle #mashle x reader #rayne ames #rayne x reader #finn ames x reader #finn x reader #mash burnedead #lance crown #margarette macaron #lemon irvine #mash x reader #magic and muscles #mashle anime #rayne smut #dot barrett #finn ames #rayne ames smut #mashle imagines

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princess-odette · 2 years

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Pairing:Finn x Female!Reader

Slot:Jealousy/Envy

“I completely understand if you say no” You had just explained to him how you got yourself into this mess,lying to your family that you had a boyfriend. You hesitantly looked up at him,his face was bright red and he was avoiding your eyes.

“How long do we have to pretend?”

“I don’t think it’ll be longer than a week”

“I’ll do it,as long as nothing changes between us. I don’t want to lose what we have” He was blushing even more now.

“Thank you,and I’m really sorry about all of this”

***

Everything was going according to plan,thankfully no one paid a lot of attention to the two of you. Suddenly he grabbed your hand,tighter than ever before.

“What’s wrong?”

“I need to get out” He was shaking,but only slightly. You pulled him away to a secluded area.

“What’s wrong? If you don’t like crowds,you could’ve told me and I would’ve done something to help with that”

“It’s not the crowd,it’s her” He mumbled the last part.

“Who?”

“The one in the red suit,with black hair” Despite how many people were there,there was only one that fit that description.

“Is that,’they who will not be named?’” He never really spoke much about his ex,all that you knew was that they treated him badly. He got upset wherever he spoke about it and you didn’t want to pry and make him feel even worse. “Is there anything I could do?”

“Just try to avoid them”

“Will do,and if you wanna leave just say the word and will go” You caressed his cheek,before heading back out. You stayed by his side for the rest of the night,you could feel their eyes burning holes into you. The second Finn left your side,they immediately walked up to you.

“So how’d you two meet?”

“I was looking for a specific type of flower,and he just happened to have it on hand. How do you know my boyfriend?”

“I dated him”

“So you’re his ex? Weird he never spoke about you” You looked them up and down “He clearly upgraded” You walked off,not giving them a chance to respond.

“There you are,I thought I lost you” He laughed softly.

“Sorry,got held up with something,let’s go home”

#finn imagine #finn x reader #yuurivoice finn x reader #yuurivoice x listener #yuurivoice #yuurivoice fanfic #yuurivoice x reader #yuurivoice finn #cottage core #cottagecore #cottagecore boyfriend #bad things happen bingo #bthb #fake dating #jealousy

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caitlinsnicket · 2 years

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"It felt nice to be your secret" finn x reader

a part of you always knew, from the very begining, that what was going on between you two couldn't last forever.

even when he brushed your hair, stroked your cheek, kissed you so sweetly your toes curled, deep down you knew your romance could never blossom into an actual relationship. whenever he invited you over, you expected it to be the last time. for a while, you could pretend you were just a regular couple.

it also thrilled you. the sneaking around, the secrecy, the danger. all that felt wonderful, it made you feel special. even with the imminent ending, you loved it.

still, the morning it all ended, you were taken by surprise. maybe it was the way he said it, or your half-dazed state. regardless, his voice voice startled you.

"something big came up. we can't keep doing this. it's become too dangerous for you to be around. for your sake, and mine".

even with glistening eyes, you collected your clothes and dressed up again. it was silent, the only sound the one of your heart breaking. after gathering your things, you walked to him, holding his face with both hands, giving him a last peck on the lips. his kisses were always half-cold, half-warm.

you loved that about him.

"it felt nice to be your secret", you said before walking out, pretending not to hear him throw things around the room.

just like you pretended you were going to get over it.

#imagine #arcane #arcane x reader #arcane imagine #rô's 2k celeb #finn arcane imagine #finn arcane #finn imagine #finn x reader #finn

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warnersister · 1 month

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Peaky blinders headcannon ->

“the boys finding out the reader is a virgin”

Find the request here

Tommy🪖

🪖Tommy had been courting you for a good few months now; much longer than he would any other woman. But he quite liked you so he was more than willing to make an exception for the lovely young lady that had just moved to the area.

🪖You’d moved for a fresh start, away from your past and to Birmingham. You’d packed your bags and left home and got on the train - taking it as far as it would go and got out when the conductor pleaded with you to disembark as they’d start the journey back to your beginnings.

🪖You’d accepted the job at The Garrison, noting the sign in the window as you aimlessly wandered the streets, mindlessly questioning your intentions. The sign in the window was almost a call from God and you hurried inside, being greeted by the bar man and a few raised eyebrows at the young girl with her life in a suitcase and hair all tangled. “Y’alright love? Look like you need a drink.” You shook your head. “A job is what I need. Still hiring?” You asked and he looked you over once. “When can you start?”

🪖So eleven months deep with a flat and a job you were quite happy in Birmingham. Your specialty straying away from being a barmaid and more towards being a hostess and front of house staff. You’d seat people and prepare the hotel lodgings upstairs, and arrange rooms and port for pesky business when it came down to it. And in the process you’d captured the attention of a certain blinder who believed he had no business interfering with the life of a young maiden just getting back on her feet, but you entertained him so who was he to be so austere and deny himself such pleasures?

🪖You were shutting shop on a Saturday night, footfall substantial and you’d finally managed to kick all drunkards out of the pub after much struggle and a bit of help from John Shelby, who’d tipped his hat and went on his merry way. You’d grabbed your coat of the hanger, hearing the door bell chime behind you “we’re closed” you announced, pivoting on your heel “I know.” That all familiar voice sounded and you peeked your head. “Alright, Tommy?” You ask, getting your bag and fastening your coat; preparing for a cold winter night in Birmingham.

🪖He stepped closer and you, in turn, stepped backwards until you were trapped against the bar. “This has gone on for long enough,” he says gruffly, staring deep into your eyes and studying your face. You’d raised your brows “what has, Tom?” He shook his head and chuckled slightly. “You and I; ‘m so sick of seeing you and not being able to have you for myself.” He tells you, right arm wrapping around your waist and head dipping slightly.

🪖Your hand came up to hold him where he was and he stopped, in question. “Not like this Tommy.” You say, looking away but he grasps your chin gently to pull you back to face him. “Not like this?” He hums “Thomas, I’ve never..” you lead off hoping he’d understand what you were implying. He thought for a moment before it clicked. “Never?” You shook your head “never.” His Adams Apple bobbed as he swallowed a lump in his throat “never.” He mumbled. “And how should I go about this the right way?” He asked, settling his hands on your hips and smiling slightly.

🪖“Dinner and a nice walk.” You say and he nods with a hum. “How’s tomorrow?” You shake your head “not leaving Harry to deal with your lot on a Sunday.” “When you next off?” He asks “Friday.” “Then we’ll go out on Friday.” You nod and smile, but point a judging finger at him. “No guns” he smiles “yes sweetheart, no guns.” “And no peaky business” he shakes his head “no business.” “No fighting either, at all” you warn and he chuckles “I promise” you lean your hand up to caress his face and he leans into your touch. “Take that bloody razor blade out of your cap too.” He raises a brow “how do you know about that?” “You underestimate the amount of times I’ve carried Arthur out of this bar and nearly sliced my hand on that thing.”

🪖“I want to see Thomas. No Shelby.” You say and he blinks. “Then Thomas you shall have.” “May I walk you home?” He asks and you smile up at him “you may” and he offers an arm to walk you to your house, looking forward to taking the last of your innocence the following Friday.

Alfie🧸

🧸Alfie recently started attending his local synagogue, at first yes: to reconnect with his faith, but now it was to see the young woman who attended every day, volunteering as your father was the rabbi. Albeit that sounding wrong, Alfie thought the rabbi was bordering on ancient and you were younger than him, but you were nearly twenty six so that wasn’t too bad.. right?

🧸“Ah Mr Solomons, back again I see” the rabbi commented, noted the recent inclination of Alfie’s presence at the house of God. “Well, been trying to reconnect.” He told his superior. “With God or with my daughter?” The rabbi asked and Alfie’s brows rose. “E-excuse me?” He choked on his words. The rabbi smirked with a slight twinkle in his eye “I’m not stupid” “no, of course you’re not-” “I’ve seen how you’ve been eyeing her.” Alfie quietened for a moment. “Well, y’see she’s a lovely young lady” “I agree, that’s how I raised her.” “And I’d like to ask her for dinner, with your blessing, f’course.” Alfie began to ramble but his elder cut him off.

🧸“Not with the business you’re in, Alfred.” And his mouth ran dry. “For her I’d get out of it, move to Morecambe, open a bakery, marry, have kids, y’know I’d raise them proper.” Rabbi Kaplan again hummed “but that sort of business isn’t the kind you can get out of, is it?” “You did, Abe.” Alfie corrects him and there’s a moment of contemplative silence. “You’re right I did. But no one hurts a rabbi.” “Then I’ll get ordained.” Alfie shrugged. Abraham looked at the man before him. “Gods punished me enough. He knows how much physical pain I’m in. And ‘m not gettin’ any younger. Neither’s she. ‘nd I never wanna be in this business anymore. Wanna settle down, dogs, kids, grandkids, the works.” Alfie says and Abe’s tongue protrudes from his lips to lick his dry lips as he thinks.

🧸“If I allow this, he’s watching.” The man looks up “I know.” “And if I allow this, she calls all the shots.” Alfie nods “wouldn’t have it any other way” “as in she says no, means no. She wants to go for a walk at two in the morning, you take her. She wants to come here, you bring her. She wants to get married, you wed her.” The man took two steps closer so him and Alfie were closer than any Rabbit should be with his child “she tells you to jump of the docks, you jump.” Alfie’s eyes don’t falter. “Done.” Abraham closes his eyes and runs a hand over his face “alright, you have my blessing.” Alfie nods, trying to suppress his glee, shaking the rabbi’s hand and walking towards the front of the synagogue where you were sat counting donations.

🧸“Excuse me missus” Alfie clears his throat and you look up at him, swallowing with a lump in his throat “yes?” “I was wondering if you’d like to go for an eat to bite, I mean a bite to eat, I mean-” you giggle at him “yes Alfie I’d love to go out with you.” Alfie sighed in relief and smiled down at you noting how the rabbi had wandered off elsewhere. You sealed and locked the cash box, storing it where I belonged and Alfie held his arm out for you to take “shall we?” You grin back at him “we shall”

🧸You’d been seeing Alfie for going on several months, and today he’d arranged for a restaurant to be shut down in order for the two of you to enjoy some peace and quiet together. You’d enjoyed a lovely romantic meal, accompanied by a bouquet of white tulips and a sneaky kiss to Alfie’s cheek, which he was grateful that they were covered by a large beard - disguising his beat-red features.

🧸Alfie was walking you back to his house, as you’d both previously agreed that you’d stay for the night and head towards Morecambe Bay the following day: to pick out a cottage on the seafront.

🧸You had some clothes at Alfie’s house, for events such as this where you’d decided to stay or go elsewhere the following day without needing to drop back home for anything. You were uncoiling your hair, and your gentle giant came around to hug you from behind, kissing up your neck until you giggled from being tickled, turning to kiss his lips.

🧸Your eyes surveyed one another’s for a moment, him leaning back down to kiss you in a more seriously insinuating manner - sciatica obviously not bothering him today as he managed to pick you up and lead you to his bed. “Alfie wait,” you say quickly and the man immediately stopped “what’s wrong treacle? If y’don’t want to we’ll stop here ‘nd-” “no it’s not that” your left hand fiddled with the rings on your right “what’s wrong flower?” He caressed your cheek gently. “Alfie I’ve never done anything before.” You say and his brows form a line in confusion. “Y’what?” “Alfie I’m a virgin.” You say and time almost stands still, Alfie nearly felt sick as he’d been handling you like a woman of the night and not a dignified young lady of whom was vastly inexperienced. “‘M sorry alf.” You say, looking down. Alfie grasps your chin and forces your eyes to connect with his “it’s me who should be apologising, sweetness. Your old man didn’t know. ‘V been handling y’ like ‘y know what you’re doin’.” He says gently. “And if y’ don’t want to, we don’t have to.” “No Alfie I want to.” And you could swear you could see the hearts forming in his irises, lenses constricting into something unnatural but simultaneously not animalistic. “I’ll take good care ‘f y’ love, just lay down for Alfie and let ‘im work his magic, yeah?” He says, laying you back gently on the bed, vowing to handle you like a porcelain doll in a box of feathers.

Arthur🍺

🍺You were several years younger than Arthur, he never felt like you were - he was as immature as any lad two decades his senior, but with you he never felt his age.

🍺The peaky blinders had been invited to a lavish banquet, black tie, chandeliers, live orchestra, the works. And Arthur never shied away from an opportunity to show his lover off, especially when that dress hugged you perfectly and your matching black gloves made you look so dainty and proper. He was proud to waltz into that event, feeling almost smug with ‘such a babe’ on his arm.

🍺The evening began wonderfully, three courses, all of which Arthur found laughable as he questioned the waiter why his entree was only a piece of rocket and slice of undercooked stake. Drinks were flowing and he was happy to get tipsy while to congregated with Polly and Ada, smitten to see you engaging so well with his family and them requiting his adoration for her.

🍺You’d stood at the bar, trying to gain the attention of the bartender to order yourself another rum and coke and your date an umpteenth pint. “Hiya can I just have a rum and coke and an apple juice?” You ask the man and he raises an eyebrow. “He’s so drunk I don’t think he’ll tell the difference.” He laughs and nods, heading off to get the top of shelf rum Arthur had requested he’d serve you earlier.

🍺“Gorgeous night, isn’t it?” A voice asked from beside you and you peer left, a young gentlemen with slicked back black hair asked as he knocked back the rest of the whiskey he’d been nursing for a while, requesting another as well as your drinks being on him. “Yes lovely.” You say shortly. “Well I was just thinking-” he begins smugly, before hissing and you look back at him quickly to see whatever is the matter. His finger was drawing blood as the new glass he’d been given was chipped on the end, in turn slicing the edge of his finger. “Oh dear, here let me help” you grabbed one of the inscribed handkerchiefs from the pile and applied pressure on his finger, only noticing your proximity when he chuckled. “What a first acquaintance” you laugh and agree. “You’re good at this” he hums “nurse in the war.” You say, not really wanting to reflect on the past.

🍺“May I buy you another drink for your troubles? Or possibly dinner?” He inquires with an up quirked lip. “No thank-” “I think she’s quite happy with the fella she’s got, son.” An angered voice quipped from behind you through gritted teeth, an arm snaking around your waist as the boy’s face ran pale. “Mr Shelby, sorry she didn’t say-” “she shouldn’t have too. Now fuck off before I kick the living daylights out of ya.” Arthur threatens and the previously smug man makes himself scarce.

🍺“Arthur,” “c’mon. We’re leaving.” He says, dragging you through the crowds of people and hailing a taxi, still gentlemanly opening the door for you but clambering in beside you, the smoke billowing from his ears fogging the windows. “Fucking little boy thinking he can talk to my fuckin’ woman, fuckin’ bastard” he reiteratively mumbled under his breath until he reached his house, roughly taking you from the car and throwing a wad of cash at the driver.

🍺As soon as you entered the house you were trapped against the closed door, his lips attacking yours unexpectedly as you struggled to keep up with his might. “I’ll show him who you fuckin’ belong to” “Arthur” “little boy makes up nothin’” “Arthur” “scream my name so the little bastard will fuckin’ hear me” “Arthur I’m a virgin” the man stopped immediately, expression stopping form angered to a more gentle one. “Y’what love?” He asks quietly, tight grip on your trapped wrists loosening “I’ve never had sex before Arth, sorry for not telling you.” You could see him visibly sobering up. “Oh my darlin’ m’sorry I didn’t know.”

🍺This was the only time you’d made Arthur feel his age, his lover a virgin. “I’ll take good care of you sweetheart, if y’let me.” “Show y’ what you’ve missed out on” he chuckles and you laugh, allowing him to pick you up to carry you up the stairs and into the bedroom.

John🥃

🥃Waking up this morning and getting married to a stranger wasn’t on your bingo card. But here you are. Kneeled at the alter beside a smirking young lad who was in a similar situation. “By the power invested in me, I now declare you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.” The stranger smiled and you and kissed your lips sweetly.

🥃The reception was just as hazy. Drinks were flowing and laughter was heard. Your father and Thomas Shelby seemed at peace for once and all was right with the world. When slow dancing, John had held you close and embraced you like you were young lovers wed, not total strangers at the chapel. He whispered sweet nothings into your ear and smiled as you giggled back at his remarks, fighting with icing on the cake and having an overly fun time with one another’s families after the initial shock from the morning. After all, he was incredibly charming and you couldn’t get out of a gypsy marriage that easily. Not in post-war Britain.

🥃You headed back to the Shelby Manor in a car strung with cans, attached by young children earlier in the day. You looked out the window to the vast house, feeling a hand tugging gently on your hair, the owner tucking it behind your ear as you looked at home. “Glad we’re married cause I could never pull you if I tried, gorgeous.” He comments and you laugh. “You’re joking. One drink and I’d be a gonner.” “At least we got to skip the funny business” he took your chin between your forefinger and chin “cause your all mine now, darling”

🥃He’d hurried you to your room quicker than anticipated, giggling like school children up to no good. He’d kissed you tenderly once inside, behind closed doors and away from the interference of all other prying eyes.

🥃He spun you gently, hands dropping to focus on the details of the backing of your dress; unthreading and untying the intricate lacings applied to keep the gown tight to your person. The dress fell and pooled at your ankles, him attacking the now bare skin with open-mouthed kisses and gentle pecks to the untouched skin.

🥃Coming to your front, he cornered you backwards in small steps until your legs hit the bed and you fell backwards onto it - him on top of you, kissing down your bodice animalisticly. “John?” He stopped and looked up with a hypnotic gaze in his eye “yes love?” “I’ve never had sex before.” You say shakily and he stops all movement. He falters for a moment, before climbing slightly higher in order to be face to face with you “never? You’re a virgin?” You nod back and he swallows the heavy lump in his throat as his briefs tighten.

🥃“Well then what an opportunity to consummate the marriage, aye darling?” He smirks “if you’ll let me that is” you smile and offer a kiss to his lips, him getting the green flag and go ahead to give you the absolute night of your life.

Bonnie🥊

🥊Bonnie was an old fashioned lad. From a young age he drempt of the stereotypical traveller lifestyle - never a singular home, him the homemaker, wife on his arm and umpteen kids running wild. It sounded like heaven. And from the moment he’d set eyes on you Bonnie had decided that that was your role - destined to be by his side. You weren’t a gypsy yourself, but he was certain he could sway you but either way he was happy to compromise as long as he had you.

🥊Tonight was one of, if not the, biggest night of his life thus far. The largest and most important fight he’d ever partake in, not only against the reigning champion which would secure his fate of being the new ruler, but also performing in front of the Peaky Blinders - prove himself to the trust Tommy Shelby had bestowed upon him. And most significantly, you were watching.

🥊He was stood in his changing room, allowing you to gently wrap his hands while his father gave him a pep talk. “Five minutes son.” His dad said, patting his back and nodding at you as he left to give you a minute alone before his spotlight moment. You finished wrapping the cloth around his palms and took his face into your hands, forcing him to look at you. “How we feeling champ?” You ask, trying to wake him up from his dystopian trance. “‘m scared m’love.” He mumbled as you frowned slightly. “Why’re you scared? Talk to me Bon, get it all out. You scared about the Shelby family? I’ll kick ‘em out-" “scared ‘m gonna disappoint you.” He says and you falter.

🥊“Bon you could never disappoint me, why would you think that?” He sighed, looking away before beginning to admit his desires. “Just wanna make you proud. I want to marry you and give you my children and travel as a family. But if I lose you won’t want to do that.” He grumbles. You chuckle slightly. “You’re such a dafty, Bon.” You say and his eyebrows crease. You lean into kiss him as he happily requites the gesture. “Bonnie of course I want to be with you either way. I don’t care if you loose, hell I don’t care if you don’t want to fight and walk out, I’ll walk right out with you.” You say.

🥊“I never knew you felt like that but I’d love to marry you Bon and have your children and I’d be willing to travel with you. I just need you to stop fretting and go win this. I love ya Bonnie.” You say, leaning your forehead against his. “You mean it?” He asks, giddily. You nod “I do”

🥊“God if I win this we’re gonna get started on those kids.” He says, getting riled up as the minutes tick down. You laugh at him “anything you want, Bonnie. Always wanted my first time to be with you.” You say and time stops. His father knocks on the door to hail his son out to the ring.

🥊“BONNIE!” “You’re a virgin?” “Yes” “BONNIE COME ON!” “And you want me to take your virginity?” “Yes Bonnie I trust you. Now go.” He hurries out of the door reluctantly, all riled up and heading for the ring.

🥊The knockout was inevitable, his opponent out cold in a matter of rounds, blood flowing freely from Bonnie’s nose as he celebrated by raising his hands victoriously above his head, father and Blinders crowding him to pat him on the back and exchange congratulations. But none of that mattered. It was just faint ringing in the background. All he could see was you stood a fair way back from the celebrating men climbing over the limb body on the ground no one had seemed to care too. He looked upon your innocent doe eyes and soft smile staring back at him as he blew you a kiss; and never has he been so desperate to get away from his own party.

🥊And after a good few hours and countless attempts to get you all to himself, you were back in Bonnie’s humble beginning: laid on your back as your boy thrust into you gently, trying not to hurt you while simultaneously trying to adhere to his desperation for you. “Faster Bon, please.” “Wanna give me a child? Is that it?” He asks and you nod meekly, as he quickens his pace desperate to bed his maiden in his own place called home.

Isaiah♟️

♟️Isaiah had been trying to get to you for many many years. Countless attempts proving fruitless from not only your rejections, but also your elder brother’s: Finn’s. Any time Isaiah had any suggestion on courting you he was shot down by his friend, who’d smack the back of his head and scold him for thinking such things. “I’ll cut your dick off and shove it in your ear if you keep thinking about my sister with it” he’d tell him.

♟️But tonight, oh tonight. Darling you looked ravishing. The Blinders were celebrating a grand festivity at Shelby Manor, someone was getting married.. or someone was dead, Isiah needn’t have cared less. Because when you cascaded the stairs, Mary Jane’s on foot and tight black dress clung to your bodice, Isaiah had to physically refrain himself from grabbing you from the get go.

♟️Sure, he’d mingled with others and drank freely with the brothers; but not once did he stray his eyes away from your figure, never letting you out of his sight. Not when you looked so delicious and drinkable, mouth running so dry he’d have to reiteratively lubricate it with whiskey. A bit of the good ole’ ‘Dutch-Courage’, aye?

♟️Finally noticing an opportunity when you brother wasn’t lingering over your shoulder, scolding you for wearing such a gown, Isaiah made his move. He slivered to the bar beside you, where Harry was offered a well-paying job serving for the evening and told him to get you another of whatever it is that you were drinking. “Your brother lets you wear a dress like this?” He questions, knocking back the rest of his whiskey and hailing for another.

♟️“No. But I am not Finn and he is nor I” you tell him, nursing the edge of your glass with your finger absentmindedly trailing it. He leant closer. “Tell you, if you were my woman that dress would be on the floor of my room right about now.” He promised and you shivered at the thought. “But I’m not your woman, am I Isaiah?” You rhetorically ask, sipping and please to feel the alcohol running down your throat.

♟️“Oh god if you were.” He said, trailing off. “I’d have you married, knocked up, never not pregnant. Have your last name Jesus. My dad would do the ceremony, y’know. Get you a nice little bouquet and pretty white dress I get to ravish you in afterwards.” He said “well you’ve got it all planned out, huh Mr Jesus?” You snort but you are backed against the bar, two hands either side of your waist as your belittled by the taller between you.

♟️“Believe me I’ve dreamt of the day since I first saw you, just your fucking brother wouldn’t let me.” You eye his lustful expression. “As I said, Isaiah. I am not my brother, nor is he I.” You repeat slowly, relaying that your older sibling(s) had no say in what was going on at that moment. “You’re playing with fire, little girl” he warned “then let me get burned” you say, batting your eyelashes doe-like and innocently, as you dared him to make the move your core had been dying for for decades.

♟️His nostrils flare as you wrap his tie around your hand and yank at it harshly, bringing an ear close to your lips to offer a promise never before foretold. “Isaiah I’m a virgin” you whisper, before releasing his tie and straightening his suit. He follows the lump in his throat before surveying the room once and looking down at you, grabbing your hand to drag you through the crowds of people and into the safe proximities of his bedroom for newly discovered events.

♟️The evening died down and the chatter faltered, as Thomas Shelby announced a new betrothal in the family. However he was unable to promise the two, because the bride and groom were missing.

Michael🎱

🎱Oh god I’ve been waiting for this one. Michael absolutely eats that shit up.

🎱You and Michael were first acquainted when himself, Thomas and John travelled to the Cotswolds in order to engage in some legal business with the Wentworth family - Tommy spoke business with the ceo of the family, while John entertained the mother and Michael; the daughter.

🎱Michael was an old fashioned man with old fashioned views. He liked his women obedient and untouched and willing to listen to his every word - just like they were supposed too.

🎱They were welcomed into the home by several butlers, two to open the grand doors - three to take their caps and the others to lead the family to their guests. “Thomas Shelby.” They heard, and a dignified gentleman descended the stairs, an unnecessary cain in one hand, the other wrapped around his wife as they descended the central staircase to the visitors, a young lady trailing behind.

🎱“Archibald Wentworth.” Thomas smiled at the man and nodded out of respect. The man walked up to him and shook each of their hands firmly. “How longs it been old chap?” He asked Thomas. “Too long, old friend.” Thomas replied, and they engaged in friendly conversation as neither had seen each other since their fathers dealt with similar business in their own youth. The elder woman approached John who kissed the back of her hand and she curtsied, him remaining respectful as their shared introductions. You however, approached Michael who looked back at you fondly. You curtsied to him and he bowed slightly. “It’s a pleasure Mr Gray.” You say, voice soft and unbroken. He took your hand and kissed the back of it gently. “All mine, Miss Wentworth.”

🎱“And please, do call me Michael.” He told you, smiling gently. “Well in that case you’re compelled to call me Yn.” Michael studied your face; never in his twenty one years of existence had he seen such beauty before. Your skin was fair and undamaged - soft to the touch. Your nails were clean and manicured with a neutral colour. Your hair was cascading down by your ears, as if instructed to sit perfectly, framing your face. You eyes were innocent yet appeared all-knowing - your mouth formed into a graceful smile. And you carried yourself with such proper dignity; it was admirable.

🎱“Yn my darling?” Your father spoke from beside him and you turned to face him on command - trained to do this. “Yes father?” “Please will you accompany Mister Gray into the living area? I’m sure you’ll both be quite comfortable in there.” You nodded once at the man. “Certainly, father.” “It was a pleasure to meet you gentleman, and see you again Mister Shelby.” You say to the other two, before leading Michael into the living area - which was nothing short of double the size of his childhood home.

🎱“May i offer you some tea?” You ask, as you settle in the room. “That’d be lovely, thank you.” You nod as the maid by the for stepped out to grab tea. “Normally I’d make it myself, however it is improper to leave your company unaccompanied.” You joke and he laughs in response. Soon, the tea arrived and you served it for Michael, who took the cup and saucer thoughtfully and nodded in thanks.

🎱“It’s a lovely home you have.” You smile up at him. “Thank you, I’m sure my father works tirelessly to afford it.” “You’ve no job?” He asked, awaiting the words that he was utterly and totally in love with you. “No, I’m trained in etiquette - to be polite, to cook and to clean.” Michael listened to you thoughtfully. “So you’re kept awfully busy then?” You nod. “Busy however I don’t mind it, I get to live in this glorious building with a loving family and life skills. What more could a girl want?” You confirm and he was sure his eyes were forming hearts.

🎱“And I’m sure you have quite the line of suitors with your beauty.” You giggled but tried to compose yourself. “No sir.” His eyes widened in mock surprise. “Surely you’re already married, how has a man not captivated a lady such as yourself. I’d do it myself if it wasn’t for the line of men ahead of me.” You looked down, blushing, before looking back up at Michael. “There is no line and there are no suitors. It is simply me, myself and I.” You tell him.

🎱“And you Michael? Have you a wife?” You asked, batting your eyelids. “No, in your words it is simply… ‘me, myself and I’.” “And what business do you do yourself, Mr Gray?” You ask. “That is not the sort of information for a lady’s ears. It is not good business.” He almost scolds and you nod. “Oh I understand, my father is not too dissimilar. Staying safe in your business, I hope?” He basked in the way you simply understood, didn’t pry. “Not quite.” He said, raising an eyebrow. He rolled up his left sleeve slightly and you gasped. “Oh you poor man,” you say. “You must treat these with oil, that way they shall heal better.” You scold, touching his skin gently. “Well if you were my wife you could sort it out for me.” “Oh certainly Michael, I wouldn’t allow you to come home damaged as such without properly patching you up.” You say, seriousness written all over your facial features.

🎱“And what do you do with the rest of your time, this afternoon per se?” He ponders, sipping his tea. “Well as you said yourself I’m quite a busy person regardless of what I occupy my time with.” You peer down at the dainty wristwatch wrapped around your wrist, Michael estimated the small device at a hefty sum. “At two o’clock I have etiquette lessons.” You say “and at three?” “At three I read in my library” “how about four?” “At four I have a date.” His face dropped. “A date? With who?” “William Wordsworth.” You giggled at his expression which sighed a breath of relief. “Oh I see, she lives the poems she could not write.” He says, quoting the famed poet. “More like she writes the poems she could not live.” You reply, and Michael notices a longing stare as you probably imagine the life you would have, if not the heir to an infamous delegate.

🎱“And no man has yet compared me to a summers day.” You admit. “You have not yet met your Shakespeare.” You smile, enjoying how he understood your references. “Nor my Victor Hugo” “ah but you have not yet died so nobody may quote ‘Demain, dès l’aube’.” He spoke matter-of-factly. “For I am always the poet, never the poem.” You speak; in words of your own. And Michael cannot stop himself from reaching up with his free hand to caress the soft skin of your cheek gently. “It is impossible. How can a man write anything short of a novel about a maiden so fair?” He question, and you find yourself absentmindedly leaning into his light touch.

🎱“You’re a charmer, Mr Gray” you speak, voice barely above whisper “I’m no charmer, just a man who knows what he wants” he leans to whisper in your ear “is it working?” He meets your eyes with a cheeky grin on his face. “Certainly.” You both finished your tea and the trolley was taken away, miscellaneous chatter arising from each of your lips.

🎱“Madam?” A voice squeaked from the door behind you both. You spun on a pivot to look at the young maid by the entrance. “Yes Beth?” “Mister Wentworth has requested you and Mister Gray return to the foyer” she said, avoiding your stare. “Thank you Beth, we shall be there shortly.” The woman nodded before clicking the door shut behind you to allow you to make your own way there along with the company. Michael’s face contorted: annoyed, but relaxed it when you faced back to him.

🎱“I believe it is time for us to depart.” You tell him. “When may I see you again?” He asks, holding your hands in his own. “Whenever you wish, Mister Gray; should my father allow.” You tell him, before slowly leading him back to where you originally met. There, the rest of the men along with your parents stood as you’d left them - engaged in unwavering chatter. “Ah, Mister Gray - treated well I hope?” Your father asks and Michael nods at the man. “Certainly.”

🎱After some goodbyes and a hug for your father’s old friend Thomas, Michael smirked at you and kissed the back of your hand and whispered promises that you shall meet again.

🎱The men walked back to the car in silence, Thomas lighting a cigarette once inside. “How’d you like her?” He asked, eyeing Michael before nicotine smoke billowed from his lips. “She’s a lovely young lady.” Michael tore his eyes away from his cousin and back to the house, hoping to catch a glimpse of you as you drove away; but to no avail.

🎱“She’s a gentle lass. Innocent and proper.” Thomas continued and Michael squinted at him, wondering what the man was getting at. “Doesn’t need corrupting.” “I know that Tommy, what you on about?” “We’ve come to a business agreement with Archibald Wentworth. They in exchange for protection and a good deal of Shelby business, his daughter would marry a gentleman.” Thomas stubbed the last bud out on the leather of the car. “I trust you can fit that role?”

🎱Before either of you really knew it the two were being wed on the great estate of the Wentworth Mansion, both smiling at each other at the end of the aisle like giddy school children with a secret. Within the hour you were husband and wife and Michael had the life and wife he had so hoped and dreamed for.

🎱The reception was a glamorous event; dancing and drinking and the celebration of you being safe, and the Shelby name moving up in the social hierarchy of local reputation. Yourself and Michael had snuck off for a moment alone with one another, to discuss the whirlwind of a day and plans moving forwards together. “May I say my darling you look absolutely divine.” He comments, taking your hand to make you do a full 360 turn to display your attire to him. He swore the dress was adorned entirely in Tiffany crystals. “Thank you, you are too kind.” He tuts “I can never be too kind to my wife.” He smiles.

🎱“And may I be so reckless to say I cannot wait to get this dress of you either” he smirked and you raised your brows as your cheeks reddened. “If that is no problem of course, my lady?” He confirms and you nod. “I apologise for my experience, for I have never before been with a man.” You admit, bashfully and his mouth ran dry. “Never?” You shook your head in confirmation. “Never, Michael.” You say and he gleefully picks you up to spin you around as you laugh at his response. “Well my darling, I hope you know I am prepared to take more than good care of you this evening. And of course continue the family name.”

Finn🎞️

🎞️You were the first girl Finn really cared about. Sure, he’d been on dates and hired whores to satisfy his desires. But he’d never really given much thought into actually taking his time with a girl. Until he saw you working at the bookshop two streets in the wrong direction from the Garrison.

🎞️Him, Isaiah and Bonnie were basically being little shits on the streets of Birmingham when he’d saw you organising shelves through the window, brow furrowed and tongue slightly protruding from your lips as you struggled to place an old hardback on the top shelf. The other two lads had carried on walking whereas Finn had stopped, the other two halting a few ways down to road to figure out where their third had gone, turning to see him awestruck at the bookshop window.

🎞️They hurried back, laughing at the boy who was notably illiterate. Finn could not read, nor write but was staring into the bookshop. “What y’ doing Finn? No picture books in there!” Isaiah joked, straining to see what Finn was so intently staring at. “Ah the girl” Bonnie elbowed him. “She won’t want you mate.” Isaiah informed him “she’s got Shakespeare and Wordsworth. You don’t even know who I’m on about.” And Isaiah was right. You did look dignified and well read because you were. And he was just Finn.

🎞️But he found himself two street in the wrong direction every day nearly, at least when he could find time to slip away. And Isaiah and Bonnie were sick of their lovesick friend ditching them to stare at a stranger awkwardly through a window. Then one day, when the three were repeating their galavant from the first time they saw you, Isaiah shoved him in the door.

🎞️The bell chimed and you turned from your stepladder “just a minute!” You climbed down and approached the disheveled boy at the door. “Can I help you?” You ask “book” he says and you crease your brows “…book?” Isaiah chimed in behind him “he wants to buy a book” he confirms as he smacks Finn around the back of the head. “Any book in particular?” “My first alphabet!” Bonnie exclaims, and the two boys begin cackling loudly and Finn grits his teeth and pushes the two out of the door.

🎞️“Eh what do you recommend?” He asked, scratching the back of his head and his eyes wander on all the paved backs of untouched literature. “What do you like? Fiction? Non-fiction?” Finn looks at you gone out. You look around for a simple poetry book you know is easy to understand “here, try this it’s one of my favourites” Finn nods and turns the book over in his hands and has a quick flick through. “How much do I owe you?” He asks, pushing his hand into his pocket. You shake your head “just come back and exchange it once you’re done.” Finn nods. He could do that. He thanks you and begrudgingly heads out the door to his friends who were still hounding him for the situation and he just smiles at you through the window.

🎞️Finn was getting ribbed week in and week out by both his friends and older brothers, Arthur drunkenly questioning in front of everyone why he hadn’t hired any whores recently and why books were appearing by his bed when he couldn’t read. The family laughed as his face reddened, Isaiah explaining that the lovely young lady down the bookshop had his interest peaked.

🎞️“Y’got her in bed yet?” John asked with a smirk and the younger boy elbowed him sharply. “No.” He mumbled. “No? Ol’ ‘just want a shag’ here hasn’t gotten a lady in bed?” His brother joked. “No she’s not the kind of lass I want to put off.” “Ah” Tommy ruffled his hair. “She’s the real deal then?” He smiled while lighting up another cigarette. Finn thought for a moment before nodding. Yeah, you were the real deal.

🎞️“Date” Finn said as he crashed through the door of your bookshop. You raised a brow at him. “Date with me, please.” He says, panting. “Finn are you alright?” You ask, placing a hand on his back. Me nods, heaving and placing his hands on his knees. He’d just ran here from being with his family. “Do you want to go on a date with me?” He asked when he’d finally gotten his wind back. You smiled and nodded. “Yes I would Finn, when?” “Now.” You raise your brows. “Right now?” “Yeah. If you’d like.” You look down at the dainty wristwatch you were wearing and decided it was wishful thinking if you thought that you were going to get any more footfall in the next hour before you closed. You hummed and nodded. “Sure, let’s go.”

🎞️Finn took you to one of the nicest restaurants in Birmingham in walking distance, waiter seating you quickly after he noticed who Finn was, handing the two of you two open menus. You looked over the options, but was soon distracted by Finn’s conflicted face. “You alright, Finn?” He nods. “What’s up?” He ponders for a minute before mumbling something. “Sorry?” “I can’t read and this has no pictures.” He admits sheepishly, averting his eyes from yours.

🎞️“You can’t read?” You ask, mulling over the past several weeks where you’d be too-ing and fro-ing with Finn with your book recommendations. “But you’ve been borrowing books for months-” “just to see you.” He says, looking down as a smile began to grew on your lips. “I understand if you want to leave. You’re smart and pretty and I’m just an illiterate gangsta.” He says, mentally readying himself for your leave. You placed your hand on top of his where it was laid on the table. “Finn that’s so sweet.” His brows shot up. “You did that for me?” You ask, biting your lips as he affirms your question. You place a chaste kiss to his cheek as you realise just how much the blinder truly cared about you.

🎞️“Let’s get out of here.” You say, breaking the silence. “Seriously?” He asks, moving closer for a more private conversation. “I’m serious. Let’s go.” You say, “really? We don’t have too if you don’t want too-” “Finn Shelby. Let’s go.” And you didn’t have to tell him again, running back home like two giddy school children, hiding away in his room for the rest of the evening, ended by you laying on his bare chest while he drew shapes into your relaxed shoulder.

🎞️“That was better than I expected for my first time.” You admit, staring at the ceiling. It takes a few minutes for Finn to clock onto what you’d just said. He looks down at you, movement of his thumb faltering. “You were a virgin?” He asks, lump in his throat growing as he forced himself to swallow it. “Yeah.” He smirks.

🎞️“Nice.”

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