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castieltrash1 · 1 year
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riding arthur shelby’s face for kinktober? pls and thanks bae <3
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kinktober day 3 → arthur shelby x f!reader; face-sitting, oral, dirty talk, mentions of arthur’s addictions
“Feels good, lovey?” The question comes muffled between your thighs, Arthur’s mustache tickling your skin with each word. Your hips twitch instinctively, desperate to feel his tongue against your cunt like it was just moments ago, but he only tightens his grip, holding you still. “Tell me,” he urges, voice husky with his thick accent.
You scoff, hoping the neediness you feel isn’t obvious in the way your body shakes. “Fuck off,” you say back, but the whimper in your tone doesn’t go unnoticed, and Arthur’s grin widens when you run your fingers through his hair and tug, to no avail. “Please?”
It hurts him almost as much as it hurts you - to be a tease and deny what you both want. Arthur had always been eager to taste you, ready to fall to his knees and pocket your panties at the drop of a dime; but recently, the desire had grown, turning into something deeper, darker. Instead of a smoke, he’d put you in his mouth. Instead of a fight, he’d make you cum. Instead of drowning his sorrows in whiskey, he’d savor your arousal coating his throat with the same bitter tang.
The only thing he’s addicted to now is you.
Arthur glances up at you mischievously and you can tell he’s still smiling by the way his eyes squint under his bushy brows. His breath is warm against your clit when he exhales softly, waiting, and you finally snap.
“Feels amazing,” you admit, with a flush, and then his tongue is back on you.
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fandom-puff · 1 year
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Period Sex with Arthur Shelby
Warnings: period sex, so mentions of blood, unprotected sex
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Arthur wrapped his arms around your waist, his chin resting on your shoulder. “Hello beautiful,” he murmured. Smiling softly, you leaned back with a sigh, your hands meeting his.
Slowly, you swayed to the radio, leaning back into your husband’s strong chest. With his head resting on your shoulder you shut your eyes, relaxing into his embrace.
"You doing okay, Sweetheart?" Arthur whispered into your ear.
You hummed. "just a little sore. It's, uh... it's that time,"
Arthur nodded, planting a gentle kiss to your cheek, his hands dipping lower, cradling your lower belly, pressing and rubbing just the way you liked, until you let out a soft groan of relief, your head tipping back onto his shoulder. "That's... that's good, Arthur," you whispered, soft little moans trickling from your lips.
"Yeah?" he muttered gruffly, one hand remaining at your lower belly, massaging it with a firm, well practiced hand, the other trailing over the shape of your hip, his lips pressing a little path of kisses up your neck, his break tickling your ear.
"Arthur..."
"Want you, YN, love," he murmured, and you could feel that familiar, telling hardness pressed into your back.
"Arthur..." you murmured, turning around in his arms. "It'll make too much of a mess," but as soon as you said those words, you could taste the irony- being married to a Peaky Blinder meant that you dealt with a lot more blood on a monthly basis than most women already did.
"C'mon, we'll worry about that later... just like we did last time, eh?" you smiled up at him, reaching to press a gentle kiss to his lips.
"Alright then," you said, smiling as he led you to the bedroom.
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"Arthur!" you gasped, tossing your head back as you rode him, your tender breasts bouncing into his palms.
"That's it, love, make yourself feel good..." Arthur prompted you, one hand lowering to press into your lower tummy. "So tight around me, darlin', so wet... we should do it like this more... you're already wet and ready for me like this, aren't you?" His breath was coming in short bursts, his moustache rustling with each shaky exhale.
"'s good, Arthur," you moaned, and it was. The cramping in your belly was no longer as prominent, reduced to a dull throbbing which was quickly overshadowed by the deeper, stronger throbbing of your clit and cunt. Arthur grunted as you gripped onto his cock, his fingers digging in hard enough to leave bruises, hips stuttering to meet your rhythm. You were nearing your own end too, and you were grateful for his strong grip on your waist.
"Good girl, YN, cum on my cock, now, come on," he groaned, and when you cried out, he grunted. with a few more thrusts he was spurting into you, growling your name.
Whimpering, you looked down at your husband, a dazed smile playing on your lips.
"Feel good?" Arthur asked you, eyes crinkling as he grinned.
"Very good," you confirmed. "We need to clean up," you mumbled.
"Tell you what, love," arthur said, helping you up, grabbing one of the folded towels you had next to the bed. "I'll go and run a nice bath for you, yeah? And I'll sort all the washing out too,"
As he went off to the bathroom, you smiled softly, cleaning yourself up with the towel before sitting down on one while you waited, your heart swelling from the affection your husband regularly showered you with.
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queenquinzel715 · 1 year
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1. Arthur Shelby 18+
Wrd count: 3,146
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Y/n P.O.V
Working "with" the Peaky Blinders is stupid, dangerous, and down right wrong. I told my father that when he told me he took a deal with Thomas Shelby, but of course Aberama Gold doesn't listen. Tonight, however, is my brother's fight, and I was not missing it. My friends came with me, so I wouldn't be alone around a bunch of men. Once we get close to where the Blinders hold their fights, I'm nervous. Is my brother a good fighter, without a doubt. I just hope this isn't some trick.
''I can't wait to see Bonnie pummel these city boys." A friend of mine, Tillie, exclaims.
"You just want to see Bonnie." I tease her.
"Oh hush." We all laugh as we walk into the warm warehouse.
As we further inside we hold onto the backs of each other's coats as we try to get around the drunk sweaty men, some moving when they notice us. I look around trying to spot my father or brother, but I'm enticed by the fight. There's a leaky man fighting a big mountain of a man, and he was winning. As the mountain man falls after getting hit with a hard right hook the leaky man just walks around. He lifts his head, and his eyes immediately lock with mine. Someone raising his arm to declare him winner takes his eyes off of mine. My friend Francis pulls at my back and points ahead of me. My father with his charming smirk works his way to us.
"Come! Hold onto me!" He guides us near the back of the warehouse.
He leaves us near the back area where there are some boxes to stand, or sit on. My leg begins to bounce as I watch my father warm up Bonnie. More people begin to crowd around the ring as men dressed in pressed suits walk toward my father. One shakes his and my brother's hands, and they talk for a moment. The man I saw fighting earlier gets into the ring. He is in a suit now with his hair slicked back, and a big cigar in his mouth.
"Beats! Come on, now! Beats!" He shouts.
I smirk as I pull money out of my purse giving it to my friend Francis. I walked behind my father as I leaned against the ropes, holding my hand in the air.
"Oi! I got a pound on the little one!" I shout getting his attention.
He takes his cigar out as he walks over with a smirk.
"You making a beat, love?" He asks, placing his hands on the ropes next to my elbows.
"Gotta support the family dream!" You laugh as you hand him the money.
Bonnie won that fight, obviously, but father wasn't too happy I made the beat. Bonnie laughed as he helped me count it. We ended up camping in Charlie's yard while father works "with" those Blinders. After asking him why we've been camped so much longer than he told me, he reluctantly tells me he has joined the Peaky Blinders as well as Bonnie. Bonnie is a fighter for them in the fairs and warehouses, and my father is a hitman. Don't get me wrong they are great at what they do, but something always goes wrong with these Blinders. I also don't want them losing their true gypsy selves while they are making all this money. Today my brother had a fight in some factory, and I told father I would tag along just in case Bonnie gets too rough. They had him fighting a man double his size.
As we walked into the factory I saw a great amount of people showed up, and there was a group already huddled together. My father walks in front of me, Bonnie behind me, as we go toward the huddled group. I then saw the man from the last fight. He was standing with two other well dressed men, and father walked straight to them.
"Mr. Shelby." Father greets.
"Aberama." He nods as he smokes his cigarette.
"This is my daughter (y/n) she's here mostly for support." He jokes.
I chuckle at my father giving him a slight nudge, not taking my eyes away from the tall man.
"I'm John, that is Tommy, and that's Arthur." John introduces us.
"Hello gentlemen." I give a simple head nod.
They finish their drinks in one last swallow before we walk toward the ring. Bonnie hands father his shirt as he goes into the ring, and waits for his opponent. When his opponent gets in he doesn't look as bad as I thought.
"Bets, take your bets now." Arthur yells as he walks around the edge of the ring.
"Yea I got a pound here on the little one." I yell, getting Arthur's attention.
"Again? Didn't make enough last time?" He laughs as he takes my money, and steps out of the ring.
"I support my brother's dream." I shrug, giving him the same answer as they start the fight.
"What's your dream, eh?" He leans a little closer.
"You couldn't handle my dreams, Peaky Boy." I laugh, walking over to my father.
We cheer for Bonnie as he beats this giant that hasn't really thrown any punches. Arthur stayed next to his brothers, but when I would look over at him he would be looking at me. Once the fight is over we sit with the Blinders at The Garrison celebrating Bonnie's win. It's becoming too late for me, but father isn't budging.
"Hey peaky boy." I say as I walk up to Arthur.
"Yes love." He smirks from behind his cigar.
"Would you be so kind as to walk a lady like me to Charlie's yard?" I tried to sound as proper as I could, but I started laughing.
Arthur laughs as he puts his cap on his head, and picks up his coat.
"Come on then." He dubs out his cigar as his hand goes to my lower back.
Walking out of The Garrison it felt like I dropped into a frozen lake, so I pulled my coat closer. He must have seen, because he throws his coat over my shoulders, and replaces his hand to my lower back. Who knew Peaky boys could be gentlemen?
"You'll freeze Arthur." I simply tell him.
He throws this nub of a cigar away as he shrugs, and starts to walk ahead. I do a small little run to catch up to him when I do get close enough I take hold of his arm. The further we walk we told each other small stories from growing up, and the closer we got the more I wanted to go somewhere else. Arthur guides me through Charlie's yard so I don't fall down, and once we get to my caravan next to the horse stables we stop.
"Would you like to come in and get warmed up?" I ask, opening the door.
He only gives me a nod, and follows me inside. Poor man has to slightly crouch as he walks in to sit on the couch in front of the small stove. I lay his coat next to him as I grab some of the small pieces of wood I keep next to the stove.
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"Here love, let me." He insists, lighting the stove.
"Thank you Arthur." I smiled at him. "I don't have any whiskey, but I have tea." I giggle as I grab my tea box.
"That's fine." He seems to be getting more comfortable.
"I really appreciate you walking with me. I've heard Small Heath isn't too friendly to women at night." I smirk toward him.
"That's right, 'specially gorgeous ones like you." He plays with the fallen curl.
I watch his eyes look over my face down to my dress, and when I lean closer his eyes snap back to mine. When his lips meet mine I completely melt into the couch with him leaning over me. I arch my back when I feel his hands move to the zipper of my dress. He starts to pull my dress down. His lips attack my chest before my dress even hits the floor. My fingers move over the shaved part of his head to grip the little bit at the top as he softly bites my nipple. I give a shocked moan when I feel the hand that isn't firmly gripping my breast move to my center, then push two fingers inside me.
"Arthur." I lean my cheek to his forehead as I moan.
With a quick kiss he leans back, rubbing down my legs to rest them open as he takes his pants off. I kiss him as I run my fingers over his cross tattoo. As he lays back over me my legs wrap around his waist. Gripping his shoulder he started to enter me slowly, but I needed all of him.
"Please Arthur." I moan desperately.
"I know.." he groans, laying his face in my neck as he pushes all the way.
He sits for a second before moving back to just the tip, gripping my hip as he rams into me. I moan out from shock locking my knees onto his hips. He continues to pound into me, cursing in my ear. I scratch my hands down his back to his lower back feeling just how fast he's actually going. I couldn't stop the harsh release that had my legs shaking. He grabs my chin to move my face to look at him to kiss me hard. I couldn't stop my hips from grinding into his moving ones.
"God…Arthur." I moan as he lifts my legs to his shoulders, releasing deep inside of me.
His head falls to my chest as we catch our breath, and once he catches his breath he picks me up. I could feel him get hard again as he laid me on the edge of the bed. He didn't stop taking me from so many positions until I told him I was crying from being too sensitive.
I woke the next morning to him kissing my shoulder to my ear. While our families worked together he made me stay in Charlie's yard. Which I didn't have any problem with considering every night Arthur would come eat dinner, go to The Garrison, and come back. I couldn't be any more happier with my life, even though we have problems around every turn. My father did eventually find out when he followed Arthur one night when he left the Garrison, and came to my caravan. The next day while the Shelby brothers were in London my father gave me a whole speech on how not to be stupid into thinking a peaky boy would stay around, and how he will hurt me. I ended up cursing him out and locking myself into my caravan. My brother would bring me dinner, but I didn't want to be seen as the stupid gypsy girl that fell for the Peaky Blinder boy.
Today Arthur is supposed to be coming back from London, and I agreed to meet him at Polly's. I however was still locked in my caravan. I know I'm acting childish, but what my father said actually makes sense. What's going to happen when all this is over? I can't permanently stay in Small Heath. Can I?
I jump when someone knocks on my door.
"Love! You in there?" I hear Arthur call out.
I take a deep breath as I go to open. He gives me a big smile when he slouches his way to the couch. He groans when he finally sits.
"Come here." He quickly pulls me to his lap.
He rubs his face into my neck squeezing me close to him. I can't help melting into him. I missed him so much. I giggle at his mustache tickling my neck while he gives me small soft kisses. We stayed in the caravan the rest of the night just laying in bed. I wanted to ask him if this was a long time thing, or was I stupid.
When I wake up the next morning he's gone, but I figured he needed to get to work. I get ready to head to the betting shop, but when I open my door I see a slumped Arthur.
"Oh morning Arthur." I rub my hands over his shoulders while I walk around him. "I was just coming to the betting shop." He doesn't even look at me or respond. "Arthur?"
"Who was he? Hmm?" His head snaps up with a heart crushing look on his face.
"Who?" I tilt my head in confusion.
"You gonna act like you don't know?" He stands from the log he was sitting on. "Your father told me all about how you met a man at The Garrison and brought him here! Now you tell me who?!" He gets angrier, and I just stand there completely blown away.
"My father? I didn't do anything." I tell him honestly.
"You did nothing eh?" His hands go to his hips. "Protecting him tells me everything." He gives me a deadly look before walking away.
"Arthur." I try to reach for him, but he just moves away.
Watching the man I love walk away from me, thinking I not only hurt him, but that I'm a liar does sit right with me. I blink one good time to get the tears to fall only to wipe them away, and march to The Garrison where my father is with my brother. I grab a long stick while I walk. Some men move out of my way whispering how they didn't want to be my husband. I open the doors to the Garrison finding it surprisingly more empty, letting me find my father rather quickly. As I raise the stick is when Bonnie finally sees me, but too late to stop me from connecting the hit. My father falls to the ground with a scream, spilling his drink in the process.
"How could you? You lie on your own daughter?" I go to hit him again, but Bonnie stops me. "Let me go!" I push him away.
"You needed to get away from him, and I knew you wouldn't listen." My father grunts while standing up.
"What did you do?" Bonnie questions our father.
"Oh our bloody brilliant father told Arthur while he was in London I laid with another man!" I can't control myself from jumping onto my father, hitting his shoulders.
Of course Bonnie had to pull me away. I was too focused on yelling at my father that I didn't notice The Shelby brothers coming out of the snug. Bonnie locks my arms across my chest.
"Why would you do that? You know she hasn't been taking care of herself already." Bonnie puts me behind him while he questions our father. "You had no business doing that."
My body has had enough of this nonsense causing my shoulders to slump. I stop Bonnie from going on, and just look at my father.
"Your plan worked, and to make it easier I'm going home." I simply tell him.
I go to leave, but I stop for a second when I see Arthur watching. I don't look at him long before I completely dash out the door. Once outside I run as fast as I can to Charlie's yard. I throw myself into my caravan, locking everything up, and just stay in my bed. I'll pack everything tonight. I can't believe my own father would do this. My door opening makes me move the curtain for the bed. Arthur shuts the door behind him while giving me a sheepish look.
"What are you doing here?" I timidly ask him.
"I want to apologize for not believing you. I should've known when your father said that you were drinking everything that wasn't nailed now." He plays with the key in his hand. "You hate anything that's not whiskey." He chuckles. "I also want to ask ya to not leave." He clears his throat.
"I don't…" He stops me by walking closer, but stops.
"Love I know I should've believed you. I just can't believe anyone would want someone as broken as me."
"You're not broken." I sigh.
He comes, and sits on the edge of the bed. I slowly come up behind him, and he just relaxes against my body.
"I would never do that to you." I lay my head on his shoulder as I whisper my promise to him.
He turns around with a soft smile, and holds my cheek in his hand. I place my hand on his wrist as I deeply kiss him. I was so scared that I lost him. He turns completely around to crawl fully onto the bed. I smile into the kiss when he keeps crawling to make me fall back. His hands start to move quickly removing my close while mine unbutton his shirt and pants. My body just arches to his while he kisses along my stomach, chest, and neck. Once his clothes are gone he lifts my legs to his waist. He leans over me with his arms caging my head in place, giving me a quick kiss before looking into my eyes.
"I'm sorry (y/n)." He whispers to me as he slowly pushes into me until he can't go anymore.
He slowly moves back to snap back, making me gasp. I grip his arm while he grips my thigh. I get completely lost in his moves, in feeling his body on mine, and how amazing he feels.
"You're mine." He whispers in my ear before he bites my shoulder.
My body arches as I let out an uncontrollable moan that shakes my body. Arthur goes faster for a moment, for he holds me tight to him, and releases inside. I gasp from the empty feeling. I can't open my eyes, but I feel him move a blanket over us while he lays next to me. He pulls me back to his warm chest, and he rubs his nose along my shoulder, giving soft kisses.
My father got over me being with Arthur, or he just kept it to himself. Arthur moved me into his apartment when my family had to move to hide. He was there for me when I learned of Bonnie's death, promising me that he'd get the men who did this. Polly took me in when we found out I was pregnant when the brothers were gone. I named my sweet boy Bonnie after his strong uncle. Arthur and I had a lot more children, Harold, Catherine, Norma, Clyde and Helen. Arthur is such a great father, and husband. He however still is a Blinder. Once a Blinder always a Blinder, I suppose.
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warnersister · 15 days
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Peaky blinders headcannon ->
“the boys finding out the reader is a virgin”
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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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Kinktober 2023 - Day 2
Adultery with Arthur Shelby
"Just One Bite"
Smut - Explicit content - NSFW - 18+ only!
Summary: You & Arthur take comfort in each other's arms after Linda aims her wrath at both of you.
Warnings: Smut (NSFW) - 18+ ONLY - adultery/extra-marital affair, injury/blood (only a little), jealousy, reference to potential verbal/mental abuse from Linda, swearing, pet names, fingering, creampie, vaginal sex, light dirty talk, little bit of fluff, little bit of angst
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From the moment you had been moved into the position of Arthur's secretary, his wife Linda had marked you as a whore out to steal, or at the very least corrupt, her husband. 
It was like she thought you had been sent personally by the devil to lure him away from Linda and negate her religious appeals to Arthur. You were the snake in the garden of Eden and yet somehow also the apple. Tempting Arthur to take a bite of you. You were an apple Linda was sure her husband could never resist. He would never be able to resist you and all that came with you after just one bite of your forbidden fruit.
None of that had been your intention, of course, at least originally. When you saw Arthur, you saw a man who needed help. You saw a man struggling to hold onto himself as he was pulled in all directions by opposing riptides. You just wanted to be the buoy to help keep him afloat or the lighthouse shining in the distance, showing him where the shoreline was. You wanted to help him and the rest of the Shelby's, and so that became your job.
It was Linda and her cruel behavior towards both you and Arthur that had driven the two of you together. That first night anything happened, it had all been because of her. She had stormed into his office at the Garrison in a rage over something, and once she was done with Arthur, she was still hungry for more blood. So she set her sights on you. Verbally abusing you and destroying your desk in the process. You knew she was probably high on cocaine. That was the only way you could explain the venom that she unleashed that night towards both of you. 
After she had finally left, silent tears started to slide down your cheeks. You refused to let her see you cry. Her words had cut far deeper than the damage done to your belongings and the business papers she had thrown around. In silence, you got down onto the ground and started cleaning up the mess. Uncrumpling and trying to piece together torn bits of paper. As you worked, you hadn't realized that Arthur was watching you or that you had kneeled down on shards of glass from a broken picture frame until he said something. 
"You're bleeding." 
His voice made you jump, and suddenly, you felt the small cuts on your knees. Stinging with the sudden movement. Quickly rocking to your feet to relieve the pressure on your newly discovered injuries. Blood smeared on the floor, several papers, and yourself. 
"I'm so sorry, Arthur, uh, Mr. Shelby. I'll get this cleaned up right away, and I'll retype any papers that I soiled or were damaged before I leave tonight." 
Just as quickly as you finished talking, Arthur responded. Your eyes snapped back up from the papers you had been trying to gather up. A softness in his blue eyes. You weren't sure whether it was sadness or caring. Maybe it was a mixture of both.
"No. No, you won't. We will clean this up together,  but only after you let me fix you up. Don't want one of the only nice, tolerable people in this city out sick because she let some silly cuts get all infected." 
You gave him a soft smile for his kindness. Still planning to dismiss his gestures, but he didn't give you the chance. 
"Come 'ere. I got a kit in my desk. Besides, it was my wife who made this mess. It's my job to clean it up, and that includes you." 
After quickly pulling the tin box from a drawer and grabbing a bottle of alcohol he patted the top of his desk. Signaling for you to sit there as he plopped down in his regular chair. He took a long swig from the bottle of whiskey and offered it to you. You followed suit. Needing something to calm your nerves, both from Linda's explosion and from the fact that you were currently sat on your boss's desk and you knew his head and his hands would soon be rather close to your most intimate places. You couldn't help but notice the flutter of butterflies in your stomach.
You crossed your legs at the ankles and squeezed your thighs together as you pulled your skirt up just over your knees. Your stockings were clearly ruined. They had become more or less shredded from the glass and tinged red from your blood. A sad sigh fell from your lips as you surveyed the damage. Arthur surreptitiously casting sidelong glances at you as he unpacked the first aid box. 
"These were my favorites too." 
"I'll make sure you get a little extra pay this week. To replace them. It's only fair. It's my fault, after all." 
You shrugged at his statement. If Arthur had his way, he would blame everything in the entire world on himself. That was one of the things you desperately wanted him to see differently. 
"Linda seems to think it's my fault."
"Yeah, well Linda's fucking mental. Not sure anything could ever be your fault. I'm not sure you've ever even made a spelling error, let alone any of the shit she's on about." 
You giggled at that. Your smile making his freckled cheeks blush just a tad.
"Well, if you think I've never made a spelling error, you may need your eyes checked, Arthur." 
You both shared a little smile. The flutter in your stomach picked up again as you looked into his eyes. A flush started to show more clearly on his cheeks before he quickly looked down. Starting to survey the scrapes on your knees. Clearly unsure of where to put his hands. 
"Ummm… I think I actually need to take these off. To make sure there isn't any glass in the cuts." 
He waited for you to respond, glancing up at you under his thick eyelashes. Part of him was waiting for you to shove him away for even suggesting he take off your stockings, but another part of him was ready to beg like a dog for a chance to touch you. 
Perhaps there was some truth to some of what Linda had accused him of. He did harbor a bit of a crush on you, but he was sure you were completely unattainable to him even if he wasn't a married man. Someone so sweet, intelligent, and drop-dead gorgeous would never fall for him. You were so far out of his league that you were in a completely different ballpark, and yet you didn't act like it. You didn't snub your nose at him or his family the way Linda always had. 
"Oh, um, okay. I trust you, Arthur." 
Your voice was a little shaky as you said it. Only because you couldn't read his emotions. Did he want you to do it? Or did he want to do it himself? 
In all honesty, you kind of wanted him to do it. You were already getting blamed for having an affair with him, when in reality, you just had a stupid school girl crush on your boss. This was probably going to be the closest you ever got to living out one of your fantasies. So, without another word, you kicked off your shoes and waited to see what would happen next. 
Arthur slowly placed one hand on your shin, gauging your response before slowly moving it up to the outside of your thigh to find the top of the stocking and your garter. Making sure you didn't protest before his other hand followed, this time on the inside of your thigh. Your legs spreading just enough to allow his hand access. Slowly pulling your garter off and setting it to the side before moving back to slowly start peeling your silk stocking down your leg.
His breath hitching when his fingertips brushed the supple skin of your inner thighs. You were so warm, and your skin was so incredibly soft. He had to bite on his tongue to keep from groaning. He repeated his actions on your other leg and had to fight the urge to touch you further. To spread you open for him just a little bit more. Just enough so he could bury his head between your thighs. He was sure you would taste better than the sweetest sugar.
You were suddenly very aware of the heat growing at your core as you watched his gentle movements. He touched you like you were a porcelain doll who would shatter if he was too rough. His calloused fingertips ghosted over your inner thigh. So very close to where you secretly wanted him to touch you. Where you thought that maybe, just maybe, he really wanted to touch you too. 
Once both your stockings had been discarded, Arthur started studying your wounds a little closer. Looking for any shards of glass that may have gotten stuck in your skin.. Bringing your feet up initially to rest on his chest, just below his shoulder, before realizing how much the image of you like that made his head spin. Settling to let your feet rest on his thighs Not that that worked to diffuse any of the sexual tension in the air that was growing thicker with each passing second. 
You could feel the strong muscles of his legs shifting under the soles of your feet as he moved to pour a decent amount of whiskey onto a clean rag. Part of you wanted to be exactly the kind of woman Linda already thought you were. How short a distance you would have to move your foot to start caressing Arthur's crotch. Wondering what he would feel like as you rubbed him. Wondering how big his cock was. The sounds he would make if you did. There was little point in denying what felt so obvious between you at that moment. 
You wanted him, and he wanted you just the same. You made a silent promise that you would treat him far better than Linda did. Your mind was thinking of all the things Linda probably refused to do that you happily would. There was no way she wasn't a prude in bed. You wondered just how many pleasures you could grant him that she wouldn't. How many pleasures he was used to being denied.
It was Arthur's voice that pulled you from your wicked thoughts.
"Right. This is gonna sting like hell." 
That was all the warning you got before he pressed the whiskey soaked rag onto the cuts. He was right. It hurt. You grabbed at your skirt, holding the fabric tightly in your fingers as you tried to breathe through the pain. Balling the fabric up in your fists and without realizing it, causing it to ride up, baring more of your thighs, and even granting Arthur a peek at the gusset of your panties. 
They weren't particularly fancy. A simple silk in a soft shade of mauve. He knew he was an absolute goner as soon as he saw them and how they were clinging to the plump lips of your cunt. He could practically feel you clench and relax your inner muscles as he moved the rag off of your now clean scrapes. He barely managed to keep his damaged mind focused long enough to place a gauze bandage on each knee. 
His resolve finally cracked completely when he had the idea to place a soft kiss over each bandage. A sweet gesture on its own, but when paired with his now dilated eyes, one that you knew meant he had more sinful desires on his mind. Your hand reflexively went to brush through his hair as his lips touched the first bandage. Gripping the longer strands when he moved to the second. 
His face began nuzzling the inside of your knee. His gruff whimpers against your skin, giving you a last chance to tell him to stop. To push him away. It only made you pull on his hair harder and spread your legs for him farther. A needy whine pulled from his throat before he bit the flesh of your inner thigh and began sucking a dark bruise there. His large hands had already moved to grab at your ass under your skirt to pull you closer to the edge of his desk.
Now that your body was well within his reach, he lifted his head from your lap and brought his lips to yours. Kissing you fiercely. Your teeth nipping at his lips and your tongues chasing one another without shame. The glowing embers of need blossoming into a full-fledged flame. 
"Arthur, are you sure about this. After everything that happened earlier. Are you sure you want this?" 
You caressed his cheek with the back of your hand. Opening your eyes to stare into his icy blue ones. 
"I'm sure, love. Even more now. It seems you and I are already cursed for something we weren't doing. Might as well get some fun out of it, and I'd gladly damn myself for you." 
He moved to kiss you again, but you pulled back again. Wanting to make sure this wasn't just a fleeting desire and that you would be canned by the next morning. A secretary was much easier to get rid of than a wife. 
"What about Linda?"
The mention of her name made his nostrils flair. Clearly still upset from her tantrum earlier. He brought his hands up to cup your face so you were looking him straight in the eye.
"Fuck Linda. You're the one I want. For a long time now. I don't want to deny it anymore. Just never thought you would want a sad old bastard like me."
You sighed and nodded. Giving him your permission to let his lips meet yours again. The soft tickle of his mustache making you smile as you kissed. Your arms slowly moving to loop around his neck and your legs moving to loop around his hips. Pulling his body into yours.
"Wanted you just as much. You may not see it, but you are incredible. Now, fuck me please, Arthur"
Arthur was all long limbs and taut muscles. A sharp contrast to your soft curves. Little did you know that was one of his favorite things about you. That you had so many curves and soft spots for him to touch, kiss, and explore. His hands were already moving up and down your sides, groping your ass and then your breasts as you kissed. 
You set to work on the first few buttons of his shirt. Reaching inside to feel his chest. Pulling your lips away from his to place a soft kiss on the cross tattoo over his heart. 
Arthur quickly followed suit. Leaving wet kisses down your neck before starting to pull at your blouse. His large, rough hands threatened to tear the fabric right off your body. It was like he couldn't possibly wait any longer to touch your bare skin.
"Careful Arthur. I still have to have clothes to walk home in, and I've already lost a good pair of stockings today." 
Your teasing tone told him you weren't upset at his overzealousness. He chuckled in your ear and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a bear hug. You could feel his hips starting to rut into you. His excitement now becoming apparent in more ways than one. 
"Sorry, lovey. I've just wanted to touch you like this for so long. It takes every ounce of control I have not to pull you into me lap every time you come in here. You're re always so fuckin' sweet and nice to me even when I feel like shit."
He pulled back and started unbuttoning your top with a much more careful touch. Leaning in to kiss your lips with each button he undid. Gazing down as your bra came into view. It clearly matched the panties you were wearing. It was the same mauve silk but with a lace edging along the tops of the cups. 
Arthur groaned as he drug the back of his fingers along the lace. Your breath catching in your chest and making your breasts bounce slightly. With Arthur distracted by the sight of your lingerie, you took over the task of undressing. Shrugging your open blouse back off of your shoulders and tossing it to the side. Letting him bring both of his hands up to play with your tits while you moved back to finish unbuttoning his shirt and removing it. 
His fingers moved to pinch at your nipples through the soft fabric as you began undoing his pants. A soft moan falling from your lips at his touches. You slipped your hand into his pants and palmed his hardening cock through his boxers. Starting to slowly stroke his length.
"Fuck, love. You keep that up I'm gonna cum in your hand."
You smiled against his lips. Your wicked side was beginning to show more as your encounter went on. You reached behind your back with one hand and unhooked your bra. Only pulling your hand from Arthur's pants to finish removing your bra so you could toss it to the side into the growing pile of discarded clothing. 
"Well, we don't want that. Better hurry up and finish undressing me then."
You hopped off the desk and brought Arthur's hands to the hook and zipper of your skirt. Bringing your lips to his throat and starting to suck and bite at his neck. Half tempted to leave your mark there for Linda to see. So she could see what she had driven the two of you to do. 
You restrained yourself, though, at least for now. Knowing that both you and Arthur would want this to be more than a one-time thing. There would be a time down the road for you to flaunt your dalliances.
Your skirt soon hit the floor, and you pushed his pants down to match. Leaving you in just your pretty mauve panties and him in his simple white boxers. Your hands exploring each other's bare skin as you kissed. His hands slipping into the back of your panties to grope your ass. Slipping them down enough for them to fall to the floor on their own. Kicking your feet to rid yourself of them completely.
He lifted you back up onto the desk now that you were totally naked. Bringing one hand around between your legs as you settled. Letting his long fingers finally touch your cunt, feeling how wet you had gotten for him already. Nuzzling into your neck, his mustache tickling you as he whispered in your ear.
"Holy fuck. You're so wet darling. You are an eager little thing ain't ya? All of this really for me?"
You mewled at his questions. Knowing that he already knew the answers. Letting your hips start to roll against his fingers, trying to urge him on. Sighing in relief when you felt two of his fingers sink into your heat. The little bit of stretch making your back arch and your nails grip into his biceps. 
Arthur pulled away to watch his fingers thrust in and out of you. Growling at the sight of your slick coating his fingers. It was something he thought he would only ever fantasize about. Occasionally stroking your clit with his thumb and making your hips jerk forward. 
A smile on his face as he watched your eyes start to roll back in your head. Pulling his fingers away when he felt you starting to clench around them. Denying you your orgasm and making you pout. Your bottom lip pushed out and looking oh so biteable.
"Arthur, please. I was so close."
He chuckled as he licked your sweet nectar from his fingers. Just one taste, and he knew he was already addicted to you. Frankly he couldn't wait until he would get a chance to eat you out, but right now he needed to fuck you.
"Uh uh love, the only time you are gonna cum tonight is on my cock." 
With that, he pushed his boxers down. Finally freeing himself and giving you your first real glimpse of his cock. Standing proud and hard, just for you. His dark pink tip wet with precum. You couldn't help but whimper at the sight of him. Your legs immediately reaching to wrap around his hips and pull him to you. 
He happily let you. Loving how much you wanted him. How impatient you were to have him inside you. You were almost more impatient than he was. Your hips were bucking as soon as you felt his long length stroke through your wet folds. 
"Don't worry, love. I'm gonna give you exactly what you want. Just want to hear you ask for it. All sweet like you are when you ask me for stuff during work. Like the good little angel you are." 
You purred at his statement. You could be his little angel if that's what he wanted, but you also wanted Arthur to see your devilish side, too. So, with one hand, you braced yourself on his desk and wrapped the other around the back of his neck. Giving him your best doe eyes and letting your hips wantonly grind against his shaft. Hitching your legs up even higher to spread yourself open more for him.
"Please Arthur, I want your cock inside me. I want you to fuck me so bad. I've wanted this for so long. I've wanted you for so long. Please fuck me. Make me yours Arthur." 
He growled and quickly positioned his fat tip against your weeping hole. Cursing at how wet you were. He had never felt Linda anywhere near as turned on as you were, and even though he knew that what you were about to do was wrong, it felt oh so right. So, without even thinking, he pulled off his wedding band and threw it somewhere in the distance. Not caring about having to find it later.
He grabbed a hold of your hips and kissed you fiercely. His short nails leaving imprints in your skin. He slowly started pushing into you. Your moans quieted by his kisses as he stretched you open. Eventually, bottoming out and leaving you feeling impossibly full. 
Arthur waited a moment, trying to calm his breathing and letting you adjust to him. He could hardly control himself when he looked down between you and saw his cock nestled in your cunt. Your pussy lips hugging him tightly. He couldn't help but start shallowly thrusting in and out of you. His hair falling in front of his face and his nostrils flaring. His animalistic side clawing beneath the surface. 
"Go on, Arthur. Fuck me hard. I know you want to." 
Now that he had your permission, he did exactly that. Pulling almost all the way out before slamming back into you. His thrust was so hard your hips lifted off the desk. He waited a few seconds to see if you would object to his hard thrusts, and when all you did was grip onto his neck tighter, he began pounding into you faster. The desk was starting to rock underneath you and scrape across the floor. His lamp falling and the ledger books dropping to the floor with a heavy thud.
Neither of you cared, though. Your moans and grunts growing louder with each passing moment. Arthur biting into your shoulder and neck as he fucked you with abandon. Surely leaving marks that you would have to deal with tomorrow. The force of his cock knocking your breath from you.
Arthur moved one hand behind your back to hang onto you as he brought the other to your clit. Starting to stroke his thumb over the sensitive bundle of nerves and immediately making you clench around him. His thrusts started to become sloppy and irregular. 
"I'm gonna cum inside this perfect little cunt. You want that, eh? Just felt you squeeze me tighter darlin.  I think you're gonna cum too. Cum on my cock and I'll fill you up so good. That's it, love. Cum on your boss's cock." 
His words pushed you over the edge. Crying out Arthur's name as you spasmed around him. Your legs were shaking, and your body was threatening to collapse onto the desk below you. Arthur pulled you into his chest, keeping you upright as he kept frantically fucking you. Chasing his own high. Grunting and growling in your ear. 
After another few thrusts, you felt his hips stutter and the warmth of his release started to fill you. The most beautiful moan fell from the normally intimidating gangster. It was full of vulnerability and made you hang onto him even tighter as he filled you up. His orgasm seemed never-ending, but frankly, both of you were quite content to stay in this moment forever. Just the two of you.
You held each other as you came down from your orgasms. Kissing and wiping the sweat from each other's brows. Caressing each other and letting your heart rates fall. Both of you groaning when Arthur finally pulled out of you. Taking a moment to watch his cum start to leak out of you. 
With a cheeky smirk on his face, he scooped it back up and rubbed it over your swollen sex making you gasp before bringing what was left on his fingers up to your lips. You opened your mouth and sucked his seed from his fingers. Your tongue dancing and licking up every drop. His smile growing and a soft 'good girl' quietly fell from his lips.
The two of you slowly helped each other redress. Arthur, taking an extra moment to admire the sight of you in your beautiful silk underwear before helping you with your skirt and blouse. You couldn't help but smile as you redid his bowtie for him. His fingers drawing little shapes on your lower back as you did. Brushing his hair back into place and smoothing down his mustache before standing on your toes to press a soft kiss on his lips. Neither of you quite ready to leave the imaginary world you created together. 
He let go of you and went out to your desk. Watching him gather your jacket and handbag as you slipped your shoes back on. Coming back and placing your handbag on his desk while he worked to straighten out your coat.
"Come on, darlin'. Let's get you home, eh? I'm not letting you walk home alone at this time of night with those gorgeous legs bare and on display."
You slipped your garters into your handbag. Having no use for them now that your stockings were in Arthur's trash bin. Letting him slip your coat on before taking his own long dark coat that was far too large for you and slipping it over your shoulders. You buried your nose in the collar. Inhaling the scent of Arthur's cologne.
You looked out at the mess still sitting on the floor around your desk. Sighing at the work that still needed to be done.
"What about that mess, Arthur? I still need to clean all of that up."
He took your hand in his and started leading you to the door. Not really caring if anyone saw him holding your hand. After tonight he really couldn't give a fuck who saw you together. Come the light of day he knew he would probably feel guilty and tomorrow he would probably find himself crawling around the floor of his office to find his wedding ring. It wouldn't stop him from coming back to you again and again, and he knew both of you knew it. Tonight though he just wanted to indulge in you without the guilt. 
"Fuck it. I'll make Finn and Isiah do it in the morning. You've got more important work now. Besides I'm thinking you'll be a bit tired tomorrow by the time you come in."
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f4iryd1mple · 8 months
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Alright yall its time for peaky blinders sex headcanons 😟 18+ mdni!
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Pls forgive me if this is bad im new at this😭
(Mi numero uno esposo🫦) tommy: -mating press kinda guy (yall saw him fuck grace)
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-kinda vanilla ngl but he has a complex and has a praise kink (both ways)
-doesn’t necessarily LOVE doing it with silence in the background but he likes the sounds you make enough to tolerate silence
-this man would kill to have you cockwarm him during meetings (bot family meetings normal ones lol)
-loves head both ways
-69
-kind of an exhibitionist but like to show off that he scored the hot sexy desired amongst all in Birmingham y/n 🤭
-gives hella hickeys
(Mi numero dos esposo pero lo amo tanto <3) JOHN SHELBYYY
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[btw if my spanish is ass tell me its been way to long for me]
-BREEDING KINK!!!
-loves the mating press for this reason
-loves the idea of you carrying his child
-fingers you to the end of the earth its
-unless he’s like suuuppppppeeeerrr horny he will try to make you cum on his fingers at least once
-didnt know he liked eating people out until he met you
-i saw this corn video earlier and he fingered the girl and ate her out then did a mating press so that reminded me oh John
-cuddles are mandatory after unless it gets interrupted he enjoys a few minutes of the nonsexual intimacy of cuddles
-gets horny from you in general
Last but not least ARTHUUURRRR SHEEELLLBBBYYYY
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-rough fucking is the only fucking with this man
-its just his nature he tries to be gentle but fails
-loves watching you gasp when he fucks you
-above average dick size so its easy to make you scream for him
-this man knows where the clit is🗣️
-he may seen like he wouldnt know on the outside at times but he loves pussy
PLSSS give me some ideas! I do most fandoms
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call-sign-shark · 2 months
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Tangled Desires (and Broken Innocence)
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Summary: In the gritty streets of Birmingham, the Shelby brothers rule with an iron fist. The source of their success in the criminal underworld? Their loyalty to one another. Yet, everything changes when a mysterious girl named Lola Haze and her family arrive in town. Young, bratty, and irresistible in her short sundress, she stirs Tommy, Arthur, and John's curiosity. In her attempt to flee from a toxic home and the awful secrets she hides, Lola decides to ignite the three brothers' desire. Yet she soon understands that these violent delights can only have violent ends and that she will never escape this hell she created: a hell located between love and abuse with three men.
TW: Extreme violence, M/M/F/M, kidnapping, porn with plot, rough sex, huge age gap (Lola is legal), Dubcon, mention of child abuse, highly inspired by Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov and Lana Del Rey's song. We don't know Lola's real name so consider her (Y/N).
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Chapter 1: Tumblr | AO3
Chapter 2: Tumblr | AO3
Chapter 3: Tumblr | AO3
Chapter 4: c o m i n g . . .
Chapter 5:
Chapter 6:
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
(More to come?)
🫧 Author's notes:
This will be a multi-chapter fic but the posting schedule will be irregular and I really don't know where I'm going with this. All I can tell you is that don't get fooled by the pink - this was supposed to be Halloween so it’s extremely dark, noncon and disturbing.
Also, I don't expect this to be popular. If you still want to be tagged just leave a little comment.
Please don't force yourself to read because you're my mutuals. It's okay to stay safe.
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jomarch-wannabe · 11 months
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I want you (Arthur Shelby x Fem! Reader)
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Paring: Arthur Shelby x female reader
Synopsis: Reader confesses her feelings for Arthur
Warnings: Smut 🔞(Implied age gap, major daddy issues, kissing, p in v sex, praise kink, size kink, swearing, innocent reader), Angst (some tears), Fluff (beautiful exchange of words, Arthur being intoxicating and dreamy)
Author’s note: I’ve been in an Arthur mood lately. I just feel so bad for him honestly, he deserved better. The feelings expressed in this fic are genuine.
Better vibes if you listen to “Body Electric or Ultraviolence” by Lana Del Ray while reading
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“I want you Arthur.”
He scoffed, shifting uncomfortably under your straddled legs, moving your position slightly.
“You don’t want me.” He argued with a sigh, “I’m a broken man,” he gestured to his head, pulling at his brown strands in frustration. “M’ all messed up in me head.”
In curiosity you touched his face, exploring the warmth of his skin, making his breath hitch. Your heart beat faster as you thumbed over his stubble, awestruck by the form of a man.
“Arthur,” you took in a breath, and in a sincere tone said, “I need you.” His eyes split from yours in shame, lost in thought as he observed the fireplace behind you. “Look at me.”
His blue irises found yours with the guidance of your hand, flickering with specks of orange. “I need you.”
“I don’t want Tommy, or John,” you shook your head, “I need a real man. You’re real Arthur.” Your fingers pressed over his heart. “You feel.”
His heart thumped against your fingertips, pulsing with adrenaline as he took in your words. His face softened, brows lowering as his guard did too, maybe he believed you.
“You���re really somethin special,” his eyes blinked as they took you in, dark lashes fluttering slightly, “y’know that?”
His words of praise caught you off guard, making your breath waver.
“Please Arthur.” You chewed the inside of your lip, blinking back tears. “Will you love me?” As you shared breaths for a moment your thoughts recessed into the past, remembering the absent love of your father. The pain of it all came out in an unexpected tear, rolling down your cheek and splashing on his shirt.
He took in an audible breath, triggered by your emotiveness.
“Of course I’ll love you.” He caved, reaching a hand for your face. His touch was gentle, grazing your fragile face like water running over rocks. “I promise. I do love you.”
For a moment your eyes danced over each other, hoping to communicate in their glossy movements the words you couldn’t convey.
All at once he leaned in, capturing your lips against his in a passionate kiss.
The impact took a breath from your lungs, making your shoulders drop in relief.
You couldn’t help but whimper, feeling between your legs rush with heat as he claimed you.
You kissed him back with longing. Wanting to be as close to him as possible. To consume him. To be consumed by him. To be owned by him. It wasn’t a lust, it was a need. Somewhere to place the longing. To fill the hole in your heart for a provider. A protector that you never had.
Your lips parted from his for a second, allowing you the chance to take in a heavy breath, shaking with anticipation.
He found you again, pulling you towards him with his hand sliding up your hair. His skilled fingers raised goosebumps on your skin as they snaked against your neck, pulling his pillowy soft lips against yours.
His hands on your body were ethereal. Intentional. It felt like a hot shower of kisses from head to toe, mind numbing.
Your cheek tickled with the movement of his jaw, brushing his mustache against your face as he parted your lips with his tongue.
With a breathy moan you let him in, feeling his wet tongue collide with yours. Searching for friction, you couldn’t help but grind your hips forward, stimulating your clit against the hard bulge in his trousers.
The movement earned a groan from him, vibrating against your lips.
Your hands found themselves in his hair, playing with the soft strands, wanting to feel every inch of him. Wanting him close.
They trailed down the back of his neck, warmed by his body heat.
In eagerness you spoke, breaking the kiss. “Arthur..” your lips hovered against his, sharing heavy breaths as his eyes came into view. His blue irises were nearly invisible, overshadowed by round, lust blown pupils.
Heat flushed on your skin as his hand slid to the front of your face. His knuckles bent, sliding over your cheek in tender strokes.
“Y/n..” his attention was glued to you as he took you in, “y/n..” he was awestruck, repeating your name like a prayer, realizing it was you all along.
“Please Arthur, have me.” Your hands slid over his hard chest, through the cool, thin fabric of his shirt. “Please,” there was a neediness in your voice, “I want you.”
“Are you sure?” His stroking of your cheek continued as he spoke, “Don’t want to hurt you love.”
You shook your head yes, thumbing the fabric between your fingers. “I trust you.”
Those three words set the match ablaze, never hearing such a phrase from anyone else. To be seen as a man, not a monster.
Without wasting any time he leaned forward, peppering kisses on your neck. You squirmed slightly, surprised by the sudden contact. His facial hair tickled your neck as his hands slid up your back, thumbing the straps of your dress.
“Arthur..” his name evaporated off of your tongue like an anthem, a pledge of your loyalty to him. Your hand found itself against his neck, holding on him for stability as he sucked against your pulsing veins.
His mouth work distracted you from his hand movements, only when your skin raised a chill were you aware of your bareness.
In admiration he pulled back to look at you with wide eyes, taking in your supple skin, lit up in an orange hue from the nearby flames. Gawking at your pink nipples standing erect in the exposure of the cool air.
“You’re gorgeous.” He praised, murmuring against your skin as he planted his lips in between your chest.
“Arthur please..I can’t wait anymore..” you whimpered, arching your back in eagerness, sending your chest forward.
He smirked against your skin, pulling back and holding you by the waist. His large hands around your petite frame, a beautiful contrast that made your stomach flutter. The guidance of firm hands easily maneuvered you backwards. You didn’t resist, squeaking the cushions beneath as you sunk into them, watching him hover above you.
You kicked off the remainder of your dress as he unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his toned chest, decorated with straight dark hair and a cross tattoo. His lean muscles rippled with his movements. The sight made you swallow in nervousness.
The chain around his neck rattled as his hands unworked the sleeves, shuffling his shirt off and tossing it to the floor.
Your abdomen caved in as you breathed heavily, admiring his angular masculine frame.
The cushions dipped with his weight as he knelt down, fingers grazing your skin as he hooked your panties, nearly exposing you if not for hand darting out to stop him.
“Wait! Can you-“ you stumbled over your words in nervousness. He noticed, curling his fingers around yours, warming them in a reassuring display of affection. “Can you go first?” You chewed your lip, “I’m nervous.”
“Yea, yea of course love.” He assured in a passive tone, giving your hand a soft squeeze. “Want you to be comfortable.”
His words brought you relief, relaxing your defensive posture. Unlike the other men in your past, he didn’t force his hand.
He leaned back slightly, sitting on his heels.
Your eyes danced over his shifting knuckles, to the glinting of his rings in the firelight as he reached for his belt, unlatching it.
The sharp metallic sound made your stomach drop. In his moment of occupation you couldn’t help but gawk at him as his hair hung over his chiseled jaw. His strong, prominent nose stuck out of the textured strands as he looked down, shuffling down his trousers until only his white boxers remained.
Anticipating his bare body made your thighs clench together, squeezing against your throbbing clit.
The fabric of his briefs slid against his thighs at an achingly slow pace, breaking the silence of the otherwise still room.
Finally, a patch of course brown hair revealed itself at the base of his length. With a huff he pulled the garment all the way down, releasing his hardened cock.
Your mouth fell agape at his size, “Christ”, you murmured under your breath. His hips shifted as he pulled the fabric down his ankles, making his length bob at the movement. He was longer than he was thick, with a crimson tip, and one vein running erect down the side.
His eyes flicked to you after he tossed his garment to the floor, catching your trance like fixation on his body.
“Like what you see love?” He chuckled, revealing the dimple in his cheek as he poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue.
Heat spread over your face at his observation. Habitually, your bottom lip pulled into your teeth as you found him with your eyes, nodding.
“Won’t make you wait any longer then.” A shadow cast over your body as he leaned down, hovering at your pelvis.
Looking up through his brows, his fingers worked up your thighs. The coolness of his rings made your skin twitch. Finally, he reached the hem of your panties, decorated with a tiny bow in the center.
They were white. Lace. Like something belonging to a little girl. His large, muscular hands a delicious contrast as he hooked his fingers in the waistband, pulling down.
A slick sheen of arousal glistened between your thighs in the light, exposing your neediness.
“Fucking hell.” He took in a breath, swallowing in nervousness and anticipation. You were a sight that was tempting beyond human comprehension. Innocent, untouched, begging to be broken. His jaw clenched as he fought to restrain himself, wanting in that moment to consume you. To ruin you. To taint you. To make you his.
Your panties found themselves on the floor with his careless hand, eager to find themselves in your flesh, groping and parting at your thighs.
In reflex your legs squeezed together, trapping his hands as you searched for friction. His eyes widened in surprise and intrigue.
“Mm.. sorry..” you let out a breathy laugh as you parted your thighs, releasing his hands. “I need you so bad.” You were writhing now, whining, about to burst.
He let out a dry chuckle, sliding his hands up your waist, over your ribs. He changed positions, leaning over top of you on his elbows. In closeness the musk of cologne and whiskey evaporated off of his skin, as he finally closed the gap between you.
His face hovered inches from yours, fanning you with his exhales as his eyes danced over your flushed cheeks, protruding lips, swollen from biting them.
You took him in, starstruck at the look in his eye. The wanting. The desire. His chest rose and fell in your line of view, skimming your erect nipples.
“Are you ready love?” His raspy baritone sent chills down your skin as he awaited a response.
The fire behind you cracked as you took in a breath, “Yes.” Your hand slid over his back, holding onto his warm, muscular frame. “Please Arthur. I’m ready.”
His thin lips pulled into a smirk of affection. He took his eyes from you in concentration, reaching for his length. His chest impeded your view, raising your senses. The bulbous head of his cock bumped against your entrance suddenly, making you gasp.
“I’ll go slow,” he reassured you, planting his lips on your cheek.
Carefully, he pushed into you, evoking a unison groan as his long cock stretched your sensitive walls out.
“Oh my god.. fuck!” You breathed in short breaths, overcome with pleasure and nervousness. Your grip on his back tightened, tugging at the shifting muscles.
“Christ.” He cursed under his breath, closing his eyes shut as you squeezed him.
His hips pushed upward, building the pressure in your core as they collided with your thighs, burying himself to the hilt. Having him inside you created a fullness that you’ve never felt. A numbing pleasure. You pulled away slightly at the stimulation, unfamiliar with such a feeling. Each subtle twitch of his cock aroused your sensitive walls.
“You alright?” He breathed in an attentive tone, positioning his arm beside you.
You nodded, holding back a moan, “Yea, feels really good.”
With your confirmation he pulled out, leaving you empty and squeezing nothing. With a shaky breath he pushed back into you, quicker this time with the help of your slick arousal. The impeding of his length nudged a particular spot inside of you, making your toes curl.
“Do that again..” you begged, breathing heavily as your eyes fell closed, soaking in the feeling.
He lowered on his elbows for leverage, thrusting back into you with a groan. The stimulation made your eyes roll back.
“Faster.. please..”
Chasing his high, he picked up his pace, flexing his core against yours as he pulled in and out of you.
“Fucking hell love…” he groaned, burying his face in your neck, nudging it with his nose. “Y’feel so fucking good.” His voice vibrated against your neck, sending chills down your skin.
A whimper left your mouth at his praise. He noticed murmuring, “Such a good girl,” as his rhythm grew harder and faster, stimulating your nipples as his chest brushed against yours. Over and over.
His thrusting felt so good, you couldn’t help but pull him closer, hooking a leg around his to keep him inside of you. The pendant from his neck swung over you with his movements, making you twitch when the cool metal grazed your skin. The repeated intrusion of his length nudged a sensitive spot inside of you, building your climax with short, intense bursts of pleasure.
“Mmm..” you whimpered, heaving in short breaths, “Arthur don’t stop, don’t stop I’m gonna..” your thoughts cut off with a mind numbing thrust.
“Y’close love?” He managed to groan out.
His pace was intense now, creating loud slapping with the colliding of your skin.
Your arousal pooled out of you, you could feel it coating your thighs as he drew out your orgasm.
“Y-yes..”
His lips made contact with your neck, planting intentional kisses up your jaw, and to your lips.
“Look at me love.”
Your eyes fluttered open, finding his beautiful face hovering above yours, framed with greasy strands of hair hanging down.
“Wanna see you when you come.” Your hand found a place in his hair, pulling him towards you with the hold on his roots.
His lips met yours, pulling at your lips in a heated kiss. He sucked in a breath against your cheek, savoring the taste of your mouth against his.
Unknowingly your walls squeezed him as your neared your peak, making him grunt and groan against you.
You broke from his mouth whimpering, “I’m gonna-“ your eyes squeezed shut- “Arthur..” your nails dug into his back, slipping slightly from the sheen of sweat.
“Come for me love,” his raspy accent sending you over the edge, “come for me.”
His pace didn’t falter as you fell over the edge, whimpering as your thighs shook uncontrollably in ecstasy. Intense waves of pleasure moved from your stomach, down to your toes.
“Arthur.. fuck..” Your grip tightened on his flexing muscles as he thrusted in and out of you, reaching his own high with the help of your convulsing walls.
“Christ.. ah-“ his hips stuttered, “I’m coming..”
“Please Arthur, come inside of me..” you moaned breathily, moving your hand to his face.
His pace staggered as he groaned lowly emptying himself inside of you, filling you with warmth.
“Fuck…”
The shallow rocking of his hips created wet squelching as your arousal mixed, riding out your highs.
Once he was satisfied he pulled out, resting his weight on top of you as you shared heavy breaths, staring at each other in ecstasy.
“Fuck..” you couldn’t help but curse, giggling under his gaze as your hands wrapped around his neck. Your legs pulled him close to you, savoring the weight of his warm, sweaty body against yours.
“You’re fucking perfect love.” The phrase held a tone of the upmost sincerity, as his blue eyes bore into yours, shadowed with his long strands.
Your cheeks flushed at his praise.
His hand found place on your waist, rolling to his back. He huffed slightly as he changed your positions, guiding you to his chest with his hands.
A content sigh left his parted lips as he adjusted himself. You too made yourself comfortable, nudging your head into his chest. The feeling of his skin against yours brought you peace as you wrapped a hand around his torso, craving intimacy.
A warmth spread over your shoulder with his hand, holding you close as he used the other to reach for a cigarette.
“Your rings are cold..”
“Shit, sorry love,” his hand lifting quickly from you to pull them off. They rattled as he sat them on the coffee table, repositioning his hand over you.
Your body raised slightly as he sat up, earning a tired moan from you as his lighter clicked. A spark of orange illuminated your skin as he cast the cigarette aflame, laying back down and taking in a drag.
His mind wandered as he let out a breath of smoke, leaving a gray cloud swirling in the dim room. The weight of you against him was soothing. Made him feel needed. His grasp tightened around you, holding onto this moment, securing you close.
“You know,” your voice held a sleepy tone as your eyes flicked over the dying flames, “They’re so cruel to you.”
“But Arthur,” you raised your head, resting your chin on his chest as you looked up at him. “I love you.”
His eyes flicked over yours as he looked down his nose, taking in your words.
“I love you.” You repeated, eyes watering with tears as your fingers thumbed his chest.
A warmth spread over your cheek with his hand as he held it, taking you in with his shiny blue eyes. “I love you too.”
A single tear rolled down your cheek at his words, caught with his finger.
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Let me know your thoughts below!! I thoroughly enjoyed writing for Arthur, I don’t see many fics of him out there.
Gif from @alicent-targaryen 🥰
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Buffed Brass and Baritones - An Arthur Shelby/Reader One Shot Story.
A bit of Arthur smut, besties? Yes. Why not. Inspired by a statement shared by my lovely @call-sign-shark earlier today. This is for you, babe!
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Warnings - Smut below the cut, minors DNI!
You’d never considered the Birmingham accent to be particularly sexy before, you had to admit. That was until Arthur fucking Shelby opened his mouth and let that rumbling baritone out, of course. Now, well... the man could recite something as simple as a grocery list to you and you’d probably come on the spot, such is your weakness for those deep, gritty tones.  
“Are ya all finished, bab?” he asks as you meander outside of the back room door within The Garrison. “Everywhere nice and clean, is it?” 
Instantly, your knees tremble. “Yes, Mr Shelby. Absolutely spotless.” 
“Good.” His eyes rake over you, lips curling into a wide grin. “Then how’d ya fancy getting a bit dirty, eh?” 
Did... did he really just proposition you?  
“Well?” he barks, making you jump a little. “No good you standing there floundering like a bloody fish! Do you want me to fuck ya, or not?”  
“I mean, yes, but...” 
“Well then!” He rises from his seat, pointing in the direction of the bar. “Get your clobber off, go on!”  
You know he’s loud and uncouth, but still, you’re taken by surprise, rooted to the spot, Arthur letting out a sigh as he reaches for you. “Fine, fucking fine! I’ll get your bloody clobber off!” Throwing you over his shoulder like a little rag doll, his big hand smacks hard against your bum, your squealing giggle filling the empty pub.  
He seats you right at the very end of the bar, yanking you close, kissing you with all the passion and torrent of a storm, lithe body pressing to yours as his hands force your knees apart. Your shoes drop from your feet onto the floor, Arthur wasting no time in pulling your dress up. 
Your eyes suddenly widen. “Shit! I’m not wearing my good knickers.” 
He doesn’t miss a beat, raising an eyebrow at you as he yanks them off. “And now you’re wearing no knickers at all, bab.” Pushing your thighs apart, a rumble of desire sounds his throat as he sees your cunt splayed before him. “Blimey, ain’t you pretty.” 
He dives straight in with no hesitation at burying his mouth against your folds, hungry tongue roving over you before settling to beat back and forth over your clit. Your hips rise, your mouth dropping open, staggered by the fast pace of it all. Arthur isn’t a man who entertains wasting time, though. Sex with him surely would never be any different.  
He’s completely unrelenting with you, sucking on your bud greedily as he groans deep, the sound settling over your bones as the pleasure lights you up like a firework. His fingers sink into the soft of your thighs, eyes twinkling at you as he watches you enjoy it, smiling at you with a wink. “Like that, don’t ya?” 
“Oh my bloody god!” you cry, you voice pinched tight. “How can anyone be so good with their tongue?” 
He rumbles a chuckle. “Lots of practice, bab.” You don’t doubt that for a second. God, if he was yours, you’d never let him come up for air. He then slows, making you glimmer with long, flat licks, slowing until you begin to whine and shake.  
“Fucking hell,” he groans, the tip of his tongue beating rapidly over your clit. “You’re drowning me.” 
“Sorry,” you pant, feeling a little self-conscious.  
He eyes you curiously, snorting a soft laugh. “Ain’t a a bad thing, love. Ain’t a bad thing at all.” He gives you a few more glimmer-evoking licks before straightening, hands moving to unhook his braces and undo his trousers. “I think you’re ready to get fucked now, beautiful.” 
Pulling his cock out, he pushes straight into you… and in… and in… and… 
“Jesus, Arthur!” you gasp, mouth falling open. “How bloody long is it?” 
His grin is so snugly self-assured as he finally bottoms out, dragging back once more. “Long enough to make a donkey cry if I stood next to him naked.” 
You laugh, and it turns into a shrill cry as he doesn’t hesitate in beginning to drive into you like a piston.  
“Oh, fuck, fuck, fucking fuck!” you grit, Arthur tossing your legs over his shoulders, smiling at how much you immediately love being on the receiving end of his long, hungry cock. 
“Mmm, a pretty girl with a foul mouth,” he pants, turning his head to kiss your ankle. “My favourite kind.” Giving you the kind of pounding that has your screams filling the room, your body is shunted against the bar forcefully, your mouth hanging open in exclamation. He then slows, enjoying the hot, tight clutch of your cunt, his eyes falling to watch how his cock sparkles in the dim light, glazed in the velvet wet of you. 
You can barely belive you’re doing it. You’re actually having sex with your boss, the man you’ve dreamed of for months. He is the sexual splendour you’ve always fantasised about, stroking your walls so deftly, so deeply, the power behind him barely contained. He leans to you, tugging your dress and bra down, his mouth raining kisses across your flushed chest, tongue seeking your nipples, circling slowly, slowly.   
Adding a little more speed to each teasing thrust, he begins to stoke the bonfire of your pleasure, your flames crackling, feeling unmoored entirely. Your slippery walls flex around him in appreciation of his assailing, igniting you with the delicious depth of each thrust as you sheathe him, crying out, his hands bracketing your waist.  
Something within him breaks at hearing your shrill wails, and once again he begins to pound into you with unmatched ferocity, giving you all that you craved, his self-control abandoned, his graveled groans intoxicating to your ears.   
“Look how good you take it. Mmmm, yeah. What a fucking good girl.” 
Everything is wild, fervid, uncontained and magmatic, both of you spiralling headlong into the kind of release that has your moans and groans filling the air along with the sound of your skin smacking together. It capsizes you, an undoing of all-consuming magnitude charging through you, the god-given talent of his fuck rendering you a shaking, panting mess beneath him.   
“Bloody hell,” he pants, forehead rested between your breasts, placing a kiss on your sternum. “Dunno what else to say other than bloody hell!” 
“You could say anything, Arthur, and it would leave me knock-kneed,” you gasp, reaching to stroke his hair. 
“What,” he begins, turning his head to kiss your inner wrist, “even more knock-kneed than fucking you so hard atop the bar, your arse has probably buffed the brass?” 
You pull a thoughtful face as he begins to laugh. “Maybe not that much.”  
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red-write-hand · 5 months
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Modern!Tommy headcanons
(this could just be my thoughts splat onto a page but have fun! also no beta read we die like tommy's sexuality the moment he saw alfie solomons)
If that man could take his computer to bed with him, he would
He runs on cigarettes and coffee
I feel like he would totally have those machines that are super intricate about making coffee
Usually an apple loyalist but buys add-ons from others (think headphones, charging cables, other Bluetooth items)
Listens to The Neighborhood, Drake, Hozier, Eminem, The Rolling Stones, The Beatles, Kendrick Lamar, Bastille
Exclusively buys from Boss, started as a joke with his brothers but then he realized he really likes the suits he bought
Owns a bunch of clubs and knows about the best clubs to go to if you want a good time
Likes to eat expensive food but will never turn down Italian take out at horrible hours of the night
Absolutely owns a pair of those Bluetooth Raybans that play music discreetly
Favorite movies are the Tobey Maguire Spidermans, Star Wars (only the New Hope, Empire Strikes Back, Return of the Jedi, Revenge of the Sith, and Rise of Skywalker)
Has better figured out his own mental health and sexuality
this👏man👏is👏bisexual👏 (it radiates off him, takes one to know one)
since it is more widely accepted, he feels a little better about it
he absolutely had his first bi panic when he would banter with Freddie
that and EVERY interaction with Alfie
alfie bought him a tiny pride flag which he keeps in his desk, right next to his incredibly expensive alcohol ~x fem!Reader headcanons (m! in part 2)~ warnings: kinda unethical office workplace relationship?
its become a joke of sorts about being tommy's secretary around his family
this all stemmed from him taking an interest in you when you applied
you really were gorgeous to him
you're the only person he is slightly comfortable around besides the Blinders or his own family
the longer you work with him, the more comfortable he gets
after awhile, he (politely, our boy is respectful) asks you to call him Tommy instead of 'Mr. Shelby'
he is one of the most sought after men in the city which makes him very alluring to most
you don't super see it, he's always been very "normal" around, not the silver tongued devil most people knew him as
it wasn't that you didn't like him, you really did, his gorgeous frame, his perfect eyes, his slender fingers, his dark hair, everything was amazing except for the fact that he never really showed any interest in you, to him (you thought), you were his secretary, nothing more
oh how wrong you were
this all changes one late night, him still tirelessly working and you still there making sure that he doesn't stay there all night
it doesn't take much for him to just keep running on fumes so it usually falls upon you to remind him what god awful hour it is
you gently crack open the door and poke your head in
"Hey, Tommy, it's almost 1, pack it up and get some actual sleep."
He rolled his neck and closed his computer, just before packing everything up, he stops
"Cmon 'ere"
It was simple and you knew what could happen if something were to go down but you could find a new job if you had to
The Shelby building was quiet and the only office with any lights on was his
You leaned on the side of his desk and he opens the big drawer at the bottom
He procures the bottle of probably very expensive alcohol and starts pouring you one
"Why do you stay so late? Making sure I go home isn't in your contract."
You thought about it, it had become such a part of your daily cycle
"I guess I've just gotten used to it. Seemed like the right things to do after awhile."
He thanks you quietly and hands your glass of the whiskey he had poured
This was the softest you had ever seen him, you decided to capitalize off of it
"I've never understood it, why are you so comfortable with me Tommy?"
He nods slowly, knowing he would have to explain himself soon
"Polly says I don't 'ave my head straight yet, so my answer won't do you much good."
You, of course, weren't satisfied with that answer so you decided to play a hunch
By this hour of the night, his hair was rather disheveled so you tentatively ran your finger through it, fixing it for him
a small smirk bloomed on your lips when his expression seemed to soften more
This sort of tension was now a pattern for the two of you
The tension got to such a height that after awhile, late at night, he would just pull you into his lap and have his hand wrapped around your waist
You like to run your hands through his hair or trace his jaw with your fingertip
this is just how it is for the two of you and both of you like that <3
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Tommy Shelby X Reader
Imagine Tommy and you having your first proper argument and you thinking he is mad at you all day…
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Summary: You and Thomas have your first, proper harsh argument. You are convinced he is beyond may at you and so you hide yourself away all day, when in reality… things couldn’t be further from the truth.
Warnings: Strong language, little angst at the beginning but apart from that just pure fluff!
P.S - This is my first story and I’m new to writing. Please be kind! (Reader is 19)
-January 1st-
“YOUR BEING A SELFISH LITTLE BITCH” he yelled, slamming his fist down on his desk.
Tommy had seemed secretive upon you walking into the office and after you calling him out in it, things had escalated. Truthfully you was worried about him, you knew business wasn’t yours to understand and know about but when your fear got the better of you, you’d take it out on Tommy for being too secretive, usually just ending up in the two of you saying things you would both regret to one another.
You was so infuriated with him to even think properly about the words you were saying back.
“OH FUCK OFF THOMAS, IT’S NOT MY FAULT I WANT TO MAKE SURE YOUR SAFE.”
“Fuck off eh? That’s how you want to fucking speak to me? Y/N, when are you going to fucking understand…” he said through gritted teeth, his voice dangerously low now, breathing heavily. “There are some things that don’t concern you. Business that isn’t yours TO FUCKING KNOW” he raised his voice once again and you tried to stop your lip from trembling.
There was no way you was going to cry in front of him. It always made him feel absolutely terrible and you didn’t want that too, but in this moment your emotions seemed to get the better of you, and Tommy picked up on the quiver of your lip almost instantly. “Don’t fucking cry, don’t stand here and fucking cry in front of me” he said, his icy blue haze hardening in front of you.
This pissed you off. Anger took over immediately as you retaliated with words once again. Words you probably didn’t mean.
“YOU KEEP ME A SECRET, AND THEN EXPECT ME TO LIVE IN A LIFE THATS FULL OF FUCKING SECRETS TOO?” Tommy shut his eyes and sat back down in his desk.
“I have to keep you a fucking secret you stupid little girl” he seethed, sighing as he did so. “You think any of those fuckers out there would let it slide that I’m dating a fucking kid. Your 19 for fuck sake. I’m old enough to be your dad.”
There was an awkward silence between the two of you until you said something that over stepped the line.
“Yet whose the one who makes me call him daddy at night?”
Thomas looked done.
“Just fuck off Y/N” he said raising an eyebrow and shaking his head. He had no energy in him to argue anymore. You couldn’t take it any longer, how dare he patronize you and then blame you for feeling locked out of his emotions?
“I FUCKING HATE YOU” you screamed, and with that you turned on your heel and slammed the door to his office behind you, immediately bursting into tears as you had done. You’d just told him you hate him, when in reality he meant more to you than anything in your world. You loved that man more than you loved yourself. But that didn’t matter now, you knew Tommy was probably hurt now too and you would be the last person he wanted to see.
That day was the worst, you had meant to be spending it with him and now you was locked in your tiny bedroom in small heath, just you in his family’s, little home. Polly, Ada and the rest of the boys were out on business, whilst Tommy had time to focus on other things back in Birmingham and more importantly… you. But it had ended up in an argument and you spend that entire day crying by the fire, lighting candles to make yourself feel cozy and regretting everything you had done that day.
It was getting to evening when you heard the door click. You was in Tommy’s room, lying in his bed and hopelessly smelling the bedsheets wishing he was with you when you heard his footsteps on the stairs. “Y/N?” You heard him call. His voice sounded raspy and low, like he didn’t want to wake you in case you was asleep. But he was probably so mad at you, and now he was going to find you in his bed. Trying to get out of the covers as quickly as possible, you sat up and went to stand when he opened the door. To be greeted with a puffy, red eyed girl surrounded by tissues and smudged makeup.
“Oh sweetheart” he said pitifully looking at you, and as soon as you heard his tone and realized he wasn’t angry at you, relief flooded in your veins. You couldn’t get your words out quick enough.
“T- Tommy I don’t hate you! I- I’m sorry I- I love you so much I’m so sorry” you babbled, probably sounding like an idiot but in that moment you didn’t care. “Hey! What you crying for eh? Don’t be so daft, come here silly girl” he said now laying next to you in the bed and engulfing you in his big, strong arms. You inhaled his scent of whiskey and cigarettes and a hazy smile appeared on your face. “I missed you so much” you cried again.
“Why didn’t you come and see me? I was only in me office all bloody day, it was fuckin’ lonely” he chuckled, using his thumbs to wipe the makeup that had run down your cheeks.
“I - thought you would be mad at me” you snuffled, sounding like an incompetent child. Thomas sighed.
“I’m sorry” he said gently, but still with a rasp to his voice. “I shouldn’t of shouted at you like that earlier and called you what I did. I fuckin hate myself for it, your a kid and you need answers and I get that. I do.”
“No Tommy it’s okay! You was right I was being selfi-“
“No!” He interrupted, grabbing ahold of your hand and giving it a gentle squeeze. “You weren’t, your just worried and I get that- I do”
You lifted the hand he wasn’t holding up to his cheek.“I just wanted to make sure you was okay, I feel like you keep everything from me-“ you said in almost a whisper now, doing everything within you to stop yourself from breaking down into tears in front of him once again.
“I don’t mean to, I just want to keep you safe” he said gruffly.” His blue eyes staring straight into yours.
“I know” you said, half smiling. Thomas looked as sad as you as his eyes flicked down from your plump little lips to his rough ones. Slowly he edged closer to you, meeting each other’s lips as your glossy ones met his gently. He tasted of the whisky he’d been drinking and smoke, and within seconds you was pure putty in his hands. You let out a soft whine as he pulled away and without hesitation you climbed into his lap.
You smiled now up at him, half happy you had made up and half happy you were both alone in his room together. That was until you caught a lost glint in his eye. “Why do you look sad?” You said, staring into his eyes as he looked at you.
“Because I was a fucking bastard to you earlier” he said sighing. “And I don’t want you to think I’m just kissing you to make up for it-“
“Hm, since when did Tommy Shelby care what others thought about him?” You said starting to undo his tie and take off his waistcoat.
“Since a pretty girl like you changed my world” he said meeting your gaze again. He took you off guard by saying that and you blushed.
“I fucking love you Y/N. I love you so much”
It was you this time, who leaned down and brought the man you was kneeling above, into a deeper kiss. To which even Tommy this time groaned at. “Show me how much” you pouted, fluttering your eyelashes at him, and it didn’t take him another second to flip both of your positions so he was on top of you.
His rough hands brushed along side your porcelain cheeks as your breath started to hitch. “Pretty girl…” he sighed in content. “My pretty girl”
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barrykeoghanstan · 6 months
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Friend: You're unhinged
Me: No, I'm not. I'm just saying it would be hot as fuck to let each of the Shelby brothers + Micheal to have their way with me
Friend: ......
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tommyshebyisdaddy · 2 years
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𝐿𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑠 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑃𝑡.1
𝐷𝑜𝑟𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑦 𝑆ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑏𝑦 𝑥 𝐴𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑒 𝑆𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑚𝑜𝑛’𝑠
𝑆𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦;𝐷𝑜𝑟𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑦 𝑆ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑏𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑛 𝑜𝑛𝑒. 𝑇𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑦 𝑆ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑏𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑟𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑓𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑖𝑚𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑎 𝑤𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑎 𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐷𝑜𝑟𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑦 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑚𝑒𝑡 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝑎 𝑝𝑜𝑠ℎ 𝑏𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑜𝑙 𝑖𝑛 𝐿𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑜𝑛. 𝑠ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑠𝑒𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑦 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑓𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑛. 𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑓𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑦𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠 𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑟. 𝐷𝑜𝑟𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑦 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑠ℎ 𝑠𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑜𝑙. 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑖𝑛𝑣𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑟𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑒𝑑𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔. 𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑦𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑜𝑛𝑒 ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑐𝑡. 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑒𝑡𝑠 𝑎 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟. 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑝𝑢𝑡 𝑎 𝑏𝑖𝑔𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑜𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑦.
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When she was young all Dorothy wanted to do was to make her farther proud of her. When he came home from war. It was like the little girl had turned in to a complete stranger. She would draw him pictures only to later find them in the bin. She tried everything. She always did well in school but none of it was never enough for him.
So soon enough the young girl stood trying. She didn’t even speak with her so called farther. Dorothy couldn’t remember a time when the two of them had a conversation. She would watch the way John was with his children. How he would swing Katie around and cuddle her. She often imagined that her dad would do that to her.
But that day never came. And now here she was. in an all girls boarding school. She only had a few months of school left. She hated the place. It was filled with nuns. And there was one strange perverted priest. But Dorothy managed to keep out of trouble. Her quietness kept her away from most of the cruel punishments.
She did have to admit. That the place was incredibly lonely. She had no friends. And she didn’t receive any mail on Fridays like the rest of the girls. And Fridays were the days that Dorothy would spend on her own in her bedroom crying. She just wanted someone to write to her. Ask her if she was ok. Ask her how she was doing.
She just longed for one little letter. And then she received one. But it was far from the one she expected. It was an investment to her farther’s wedding. No are you ok? No. How are you? Just a shot in invitation. ‘𝑦𝑜𝑢 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑖𝑛𝑣𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑒𝑑𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑓 𝑇𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑠 𝑆ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑏𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐺𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝐵𝑢𝑟𝑔𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑛𝑡ℎ 𝑜𝑓 𝑆𝑒𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟’ that was in four days. And all Dorothy wanted to do was to shove the invitation down her farther’s throat.
But the young woman chose to be civilised and decided to attend. She had taken the train to Birmingham and she would probably call a taxi from the train stations public phone. She had worn one of her best dresses. And she had gotten her hair cut. Her hair was nearly down her back when she was fourteen and now she had it cut to her shoulders with pretty curls.
She had changed a lot in four years. She looked nothing like she did when she had first left for London. And her voice was very much different. Her words always sounded very smart. And she had a strong posh London accent. She no longer sounded as rough as she once did and Dorothy quite liked the change.
She wanted to leave every thing that reminded her of her last life. She watched out of the window as the taxi pulled up to the church. It was large. She saw some men standing out side smoking a cigarette. She had arrived ten minutes early. But it seemed as though she was not the only one which put her mind at ease lightly.
As Dorothy exited the car she handed the money over to the man bidding him a fair well. The young woman made her way over to the church noticing some of the men smoking their cigarettes outside staring at her. They were wearing cavalry uniforms which confused her. She remembered how much her family hated the cavalry.
A lot has changed. She gripped her small purse in her hands. As she walked through the doors of the church. The rows were full and Dorothy could see her farther stood at the front with her uncle. Dorothy walked quickly hoping that they did not notice her. And just her luck they did not. She took a seat next to a large man with a beard. He did seem to mind as she sat down.
She noticed Finn in the corner of her eye looking at her. The two of them were once close. Dorothy would often comfort Finn after he had had a nightmare or when he had been told of for being naughty and he was yelled at. The two of them were friends. Well that was what Dorothy thought until she went a month without a single letter from anyone.
Dorothy looked away from the boys eyes. She also noticed the man next to her starring at her. She felt a soft pink colour paint her cheeks. Dorothy had chosen to sit further away down the church as the family of the groom and bride were sat. She wasn't ready for any awkward confrontations yet.
She turned to look at the man she was seated next to. He was much taller than her self. His face had some scars on it. He seemed rather friendly in his body language. But he hadn't spoken to her. And Dorothy understood. She was a stranger and so was he to her. So she didn't bother to engage in to small talk.
The church looked beautiful and elegant. And her family all looked to be wearing expensive clothes which was very different to what they wore when Dorothy lived with them. She felt out of place. Her dress was cheep and she had bought it in a small boutique in town. She shrunk down in her chair. Now Embarrassed of the way she was dressed.
It felt like they were all going forward and they were just leaving her behind. And she was just like some kind of dead weight. A young man came around with the lyrics of the songs that they would sing in church. The man next to her didn’t accept the paper. But Dorothy smiled taking it from the young man’s hands.
Of course with four years of church every day. Dorothy practically new every word of the songs. But the young boy looked scared from talking to the man next to her. So she thought she should be kind. And it seemed to work. The young boy looked more relieved as he returned the kind smile to Dorothy. And carried on handing the slips of paper to the rest of the people.
As the church choir sang in the bleak midwinter. Everyone sat in silence. And soon Jeremiah Jesus came forward graces side looked disgusted with the fact that their was a man of colour who would marry grace and Tomas. But Jeremiah didn’t let that bother him as he walked forward taking his place at the stand.
And then the music began to play. Dorothy and the rest were all waiting for grace to come down the isle. She looked around at the rest of the family. None of them had noticed her here. And she couldn’t lie she felt really disappointed. She thought that at least one of them would have noticed her being at the bloody wedding.
And then grace came out from behind the door with her farther holding her hand as he was dressed in a cavalry uniform. A dark purple vail was placed over her face so nobody could see her face. All of the women on graces side of the family all fussed over about how lovely she looked. But the Shelby women didn’t look very happy. Dorothy wasn’t really bothered.
Tommy removed the vail off of his future wife’s face. They both smiled at one another. Before they both turned towards Jeremiah Jesus. Waiting for him to marry the couple. Dorothy heard the man at the side of her let out a unhappy grunt. Dorothy turned to look at him. He was also looking at her. Making the young woman blush as she turned back around.
“Dearly beloved, we are all gathered here today to join together in holy matrimony. Tomas Michael Shelby and Grace Helen Burgess. Do you Tomas Michael Shelby, Take Grace Helen Burgess to be your lawfully wedded wife ?” Jeremiah asked her father. And he turned to look at grace. “I do” he said proudly.
“Do You Grace Helen Burges. Solemnly swear to love, honour, and obey till death do you part. ?” Jeremiah now turned to grace and asked her. And she once again smiled and turned to her soon to be husband. “I do” she smiled saying it with the same pride as tommy did. “I now pronounce you husband and wife.” And the newly wedded couple brought one an other in for a kiss. Making everyone clap and cheer.
Everyone then made their way out of the church and outside. Dorothy was stood on her own. It was like nobody cared about her. She felt like a fool. As she stood with her purse in her hand. She just wished that she could go home. She watched as the two family’s gathered around for a photo. And heat Dorothy was not in it.
She watched as they all smiled together. Tommy and grace then climbed in to their carriage to drive to their home. She turned to see the man she was sat next to in the church standing besides her. “Who are you then.” His voice was rough and his frame was much larger than hers. But Dorothy sent him a soft sad smile.
“Dorothy but it’s not like anyone remembers” she said sadly looking at the man as she played with the purse in her hands. The man studied her. And he looked at her confused. He clearly didn’t understand her answer but he didn’t bother to question her which she was great full for.
“Ay been there. You need a lift.” He asked when he noticed she hadn’t come with anyone and women were not allowed to drive so she wouldn’t be able to get to Arrow house. Dorothy gave the man a genuine smile. No longer sad.
“If you really don’t mind.” Dorothy said. Her voice was soft. She was sweet. And there weren’t many people like that anymore and Alfie could tell that there was something wrong. And he didn’t want to engage In awkward small talk with his driver. When Alfie just wanted to blow his fucking brains out.
“Ay. Not at all” alfie said walking towards his car with Dorothy following behind him. Finn watched from the steps of the church. He knew he had to tell Tommy. He didn’t trust Alfie and he really didn’t trust Alfie around Dorothy. She didn’t know about the business that Tommy and Alfie had. So she was vulnerable.
Alfie opens the door for Dorothy and gave her his hand helping her inside the car. She sat down on the right side of the car. Tucking her purse in at her side. The driver gave Alfie a questioning look. But Alfie just nodded at him to drive.
“Who are you then. I’ve given you my name.” Dorothy smiled. At Alfie who nodded his head at her words. He was nervous that she would know who he was. And be scared of him. His name was well known. And many people already feared him.
“Alfie, Alfie Solomons” he told her leaning back in his seat in the car. His name sounded familiar. But Dorothy couldn’t exactly put her finger on it so she just left it. And shrugged it off and smiled at him.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you mr Solomons, so what are you doing at my dads wedding?.” Dorothy asked. Not noticing the shocked look on Alfie’s face as the words came out of her mouth. But he tried to keep his cool.
“Me and tommy. We’re business partners. Didn’t know he had a a girl. Thought it was just the little one.” He said as he stared at Dorothy who’s expression suddenly changed. She looked sad. Really sad.
“Yeah, I was sent away. For school in London. I don’t even think he remembers me. I don’t think anyone does.” She said sadly looking down at her hands with a sigh. Now Alfie felt bad. And that was a rare thing. Alfie never felt sorry for people. Not even for himself.
“Maybe that’s a good thing ay. You don’t want to be with them. Bunch a bastards if ya ask me.” Alfie said his voice rough as he placed his top hat on his head. Dorothy giggled at his comment finding him funny as he cheered her up. Maybe this whole wedding wouldn’t be so bad.
“I suppose your right.” She laughed. Alfie watched as she did. The way the dimples on her cheeks became more visible and he got to see her beautiful hazel doe eyes. As the car pulled up to arrow house. Cars were all over the place and Alfie ordered his driver to pull up right at the door. And then to park the car once him and Dorothy were gone.
“Wait there” he told her with his thick London accent as he got out of the car. Dorothy did as he had said and remained in her seat. She was not sure as to why. But she did not bother to question him. Then her door opened and their Alfie stood with his hand out for Dorothy to hold so it was easy for her to exit the car.
The young woman smiled at him taking his hand in to hers. As she jumped down from the car. She thanked him as she strained her dress down. And Alfie’s hand left hers. So she used both of her hands to hold on to her bag. Her and Alfie walked in to the large home.
It was beautiful. This was far from what Dorothy remembered living in. She remembered a small home. With stained walls. And dirty floors. And this. This was amazing. She felt so left out. While she was still learning how to cook and clean. Everyone else was living life to the fullest.
But underneath her and Alfie. There was a meeting. And her name might just come up. Tommy took of his jacket with a cigarette hanging from his lips. As John and Arthur finally appeared on the stairs. Finn was eating whatever he could get his hands in and all of the other peaky boys made their way in to the room.
“Right boys, you’re all here. Today is my fucking wedding day.” Tommy was about to carry on with his speech before John interrupted him. “Yeah and you said. There’d be no bloody uniforms” John told his older brother angrily.
“Nevertheless… nevertheless, John…despite the bad blood, I’ll have none of it in my carpet. Now for graces sake, nothing will go wrong. Those bastards out there are her family. And if you fuckers do anything to embarrass her, your kin, your cousins, your horses, your fucking kids. You do anything…” Tommy said in an angry rage once again before he was once again rudely interrupted.
“Tom?” Isaiah said and tommy turned to look at him his face still angry. “What about snow?” He asked curiously. “Yeah their women are sports I’ll say that…” John laughed bringing Isaiah in to a head lock. Scratching his scalp making the younger boy laugh.
“No. No. No. no cocaine. No cocaine. No sport. No telling fortunes. No racing. No fucking sucking petrol out of their fucking cars. And, you Charlie, stop spinning yarns about me, eh? “ tommy told everyone of the men individually.
“I’m just trying to sell you to them. Tom.” Charlie told his nephew. Finn was wondering when he should tell Tommy about Dorothy and the fact that Alfie was trying to get close to her. He knew that Tommy wouldn’t be happy. But then again Tommy hadn’t seen the girl in four years and no one other than Finn recognised her anyway.
“But the main thing is, you bunch of fuckers, desire the provocation from the cavalry. No fighting, Oi! No fighting. No fucking fighting. No fighting. No fucking fighting.!” Tommy shouted at the men as he went and stood next to Arthur until a male maid bumped in to him. Tommy pushed the man to the floor. “Get the fuck off me!” And then Arthur through a glass at him.
“Tom. Dolly’s here. But she’s all different her hair it’s short and she’s well she’s wearing a dress.” Finn said out loud. All of the men turned ti look at him. Clearly shocked that Dorothy was here. Tommy looked the most shocked. He didn’t think she would really come. Especially after he had been a massive dick. He hadn’t written her a single letter. No one had. She spent four years off her life by herself. And now tommy was having to come to terms with all of his guilt.
Tommy didn’t say anything as he left the kitchen and back out to the party in the home. He searched around for a young woman matched the description of what Finn had told him dolly now looked like. But what he saw was not what he wanted.
His daughter sat with Alfie fucking Solomons
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swagatron9 · 1 year
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Round two, or three I suppose
Pairings: Arthur Shelby x fem!reader x John Shelby
Warnings: smut, threesome, dirty talk, degradation , mild breeding kink.
Summary: John and Arthur use you as their toy.
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“She’s enjoying it so much she’s speechless.” John laughed mockingly as he thrusted his cock into your mouth. He looked over watched the area where you and his brother connected. His eyes following along as Arthur fucked you from behind.
The boys were having the time of their lives as they shared a woman they had been pining for.
You babbled out nonesense from around John’s cock as you attempted to get out some words. “What was that, love? Couldn’t hear ya’.” You let out a whine at Arthur’s teasing causing vibrations that ran all the way through John’s dick.
“That’s it.” John groaned as he threw his head back. With a hand on the back of your head, he held you all the way down so the head of his cock reached the back of your head. “Don’t you look beautiful?” John smirked as he wiped away stray tears that ran down your cheeks.
John pulled out of your mouth and began to jerk himself off over your face. While he enjoyed the warm feeling of being inside your mouth, there’s was nothing he wanted more than to paint your features with his semen.
You waited with eyes closed and a wide mouth for Johns release, all while trying to stabilize yourself from Arthur’s thrusts. He was ruthless and relentless, his only aim was to cum when he fucked and that was exactly what he was doing.
Arthur’s hips were wild as he fucked deep into your sopping hole, he barely pulled away from your own hips every time he thrusted as his goal was to cum inside you. Arthur watched your face as you waited for his brothers cum, grunting in approval as John decorated your pretty face in his white seed. “Much more pretty now. Eh, Arthur?” John asked as he cooed at your face.
Arthur reaches around to smear the cum on your face all over, pushing some of it into your mouth. “That’s more like it.” He chuckled.
You happily sucked on Arthur’s fingers that were shoved into your mouth and tasted the salty liquid that came with it. You hummed in pleasure before letting Arthur’s fingers pop out. “Well, I’ll leave you two to it. Have fun.” John winked as he adjusted himself back into his trousers before leaving.
As soon as John has left, your head was pushed down as Arthur forced you all the way down. With your head down and ass up, Arthur was able to fuck you in a different position that achieved deeper areas. His cock rubbed areas of your walls that had never been reached before and a new founding pleasure grew inside of you.
Your moans were muffled as your face was pushed into the surface, but nevertheless they were still loud as ever. “Fuckin’ hell love. Keep squeezing me like that and I’ll burst.” Arthur grunted with each thrust. Your walls contracted around him as you felt yourself cum. Your entire body shook from the orgasm that was dragged along by Arthur’s continuation of thrusts. It wasn’t long after until Arthur paused inside you and released his own cum deep into your hole.
Arthur hunched over top of you, his chest moving up and down as he let out deep breaths. Slowly he pulled out of you and watched as his cum trickled out in drops. “Now that’s a sight.” He groaned as he pushed his seed back inside of you. “Well, love. Unfortunately this is the end, unless of course you want round two. I heard Tommy’s coming home soon.”
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warnersister · 3 months
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Dark! Isaiah Jesus x Reader “forever”
Where you try to leave him but Isaiah refuses to fathom the idea that you don’t want to live in his fantasy forever.
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Isaiah rounded the corner onto the street where his house was, pace steady as he looked forward to spending the evening with his little fiancée after a tiring day dealing with some business with the other Peaky boys.
He’d expected you to be in bed already, waiting up for him like a good girl to ask about his day and dote on him the way he’d like you too. But when he opened the front door and let out a loud “I’m home sweetheart” he could hear your pottering upstairs becoming more wicked, and sounded almost frantic to him. He inhaled deeply, anger slowly seeping through his veins and he attempted to establish that gentle dominance he tried to have with you instead of getting truly angry.
In his head it wasn’t true; blindly convincing himself over the past few weeks that the news he’d been receiving wasn’t real. They were just making it up. He’d hired a few men to follow you when you’d started dating - needing to know where his missus was at all times when he couldn’t accompany you. And since the beginning of the month they’d trailed you to a bank, a lawyer and a travel agency which you’d left with a one way ticket to France by ferry. But no, you wouldn’t do that to him. You loved him. You’d promised him forever when you accepted that ring. Of course you wouldn’t do that.
But now, stood in the entrance to your house, he flared his nostrils and shook his head, gritting his jaw as he calmly went around and locked all the doors, windows and exits on the ground floor before putting all keys in his coat pocket, hanging it by the door.
He walked upstairs at his usual pace, rolling the sleeves of his bloodied shirt to deal with your nonsense. He’d walked to the shared bedroom, noticing the light pooling into the hallway, slipping in as he watched you click your suitcase shut. He entered the room fulls and quickly shut the door behind him. You jumped at the sound of the door closing, too absorbed in your own mind to notice him there.
He crossed his arms across his chest, watching you straighten yourself up and could almost see the internal convincing it took you to speak to him. “I can’t do this anymore Isaiah.” You started. “Put the suitcase away yn.” “I can’t keep living your lie. I had a successful business, I was happy. And now I’m just as much use as a chocolate fire guard.” Isaiah stayed silent. “I appreciate all that you’ve done for me. But it’s time for me to go.” You say, picking the suitcase up and pulling the engagement ring off of your finger. And Isaiah started laughing. “You’re funny love.” He shook his head, refusing to believe that you would ever consider leaving him. “I’m serious Isaiah.”
His eyes darkened suddenly, a hazy mist filling the dark voids in place of his pupils as he inhaled deeply. “You think I don’t know what you’ve been doing, taking money out of my account. Hiring a lawyer that works for the blinders. Buying ferry tickets to a country which language you can’t speak.” “I’ve been taking lessons.” “Which I pay for.” He moves away from the door and back towards you, you don’t back away. “You’ve bought a suitcase with my money. Wearing clothes that I’ve paid for, running away in shoes I had made, with a confidence I created. I made you Yn. You will not do this to me.” You stayed silent.
“You’re just confused. You’ve never had a man love you and you don’t know how to feel. You’ve never had such a sense of security and you’re not used to it. Cause you think you’re a strong woman when internally you’re trying not to let go of that little girl’s hope.” You looked down at your feet contemplating his words, wondering what you would actually do once you reached France.
He lifted your chin to meet his eyes with his thumb and index finger, analysing your face. “So what you’re going to do my love, is you’re going to unpack that suitcase, put your clothes away. Give me the money and the ticket and you’re going to put that diamond back on your finger and you’re going to be Mrs Jesus like I know you want to be. Then you’re going to get ready for bed, lay in that bed beside me while you apologise for being so silly and then I’ll consider forgiving you and we’ll go back to how thinks were. Yeah?”
You looked at him for a minute before silently moving away to open your suitcase back up and he knew he had you wrapped around his finger.
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geeky-politics-46 · 6 months
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Kinktober 2023 - Day 9
Facesitting with Arthur Shelby
"A New Addiction"
Smut - Explicit content - NSFW - 18+ only!
Summary: After a bad day Arthur finds a new favorite way to relieve his stress.
Warnings: Smut (NSFW) - 18+ ONLY - oral sex, light dirty talk, swearing, pet names, hair pulling, reference to vaginal sex
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You could tell Arthur had had a bad day when he came over to the couch and practically crawled into your lap. Nuzzling his face into your chest and wrapping his arms around your waist. Sighing as you started rubbing his back and pressing kisses onto the top of his head. You knew when he was this clingy he didn't really want to talk. Instead, he just wanted affection. 
It didn't take long for him to start unbuttoning the top of your blouse and placing kisses between your breasts. Occasionally leaving a soft nip against your skin. You could feel him smile against your skin when his mustache would make you giggle every now and then.
"Come on, Arthur. Let's go to bed. I can tell you've had a long day. We can have dinner later."
"Well I am hungry, love, but not for food." 
You rolled your eyes as you took him by the hand and led him to your shared bedroom. Closing and locking the door behind you since his brothers rarely bothered knocking and preferred to just let themselves in. By the time you turned around, Arthur had already undone his shirt and was quickly moving onto his pants. 
"I have an idea, love. I want you to sit on my fuckin' face, yeah? I don't want to see anything but you above me grinding that pretty little pussy on my face." 
You blushed at the suggestion even as Arthur came over to start undressing you too now that he was down to his boxers. A smile now back on his face and a mischievous glint dancing in his eyes. Tossing your clothes to the side until he had you completely naked. 
This time leading you over to the bed. Plopping down in the middle of the bed and patting the spots on either side of his head. Signaling where he wanted you before holding one hand out to help you up on the bed and moving one hand to palm his cock through his boxers. The tent there growing larger by the minute, even though you hadn't even touched him yet.
You took his hand and started crawling onto the bed. Kneeling up by Arthur's shoulders but not yet moving to straddle his face as he asked. Still unsure whether you should do what he had requested. You didn't want to accidentally suffocate him. 
"I'm not sure, Arthur. What if I hurt you? What if you can't breathe?"
He chuckled and started pulling you to sit on his chest. One leg thrown over each side of his body. 
"You really think you can hurt me, darlin'? Besides, if I die because you suffocate me with your cunt I'll die a happy man. Now, be a good girl and sit on my fuckin' face!"
With that, he grabbed a hold of both of your ass cheeks and forcibly pulled you up over his mouth. Not giving you any time to react before latching his mouth over your sex and began licking up over your slit. A moan pulled from your chest as you reached to grab ahold of the metal rods of the bedframe and the wall to stabilize yourself. 
"Oh my God, Arthur!" 
He pulled one hand back and slapped your ass making you buck against his face. A groan erupting from his lips at the feeling of you grinding on him and sending vibrations through your cunt. His mustache tickling your clit perfectly as he devoured you like a man starved.
His tongue probing inside of you, then moving back to licking you up and down. All the while managing to never leave your clit unattended. It felt so incredible that you couldn't help but rut yourself against him.
He happily let you fuck yourself on his tongue. Stroking all the right spots on your inner walls. You had no idea Arthur's tongue was so long until now. Your moans easily carried through the thin walls of the house. If Tommy or John dared to enter the front door they would surely hear. Hell you wouldn't be surprised if the neighbors could hear you.
You gazed down at your lover and really couldn't care less if they did hear. Bringing one hand down to grab a hold of his light brown, almost ginger hair. Leaving your other hand gripping the bars of the metal bed frame for balance. Although  with Arthur's hands on your hips, his fingers digging into your soft flesh so hard they were sure to leave bruises, you knew he wouldn't let you fall.
The more you rode his face the more he groaned in delight into your dripping cunt. Eventually you felt him start thrusting his hips up against nothing. The thought that Arthur was getting so much pleasure from just eating your pussy making a fire start to burn in your low belly. 
When he could feel your cunt start to flutter and tense around his tongue Arthur couldn't help but whisper encouragements. You couldn't decide if he was talking to you or your pussy, but either way his words were steadily pushing you towards your climax. 
"That's it, pretty girl. Know that feels good. Feel you getting ready to cream on my tongue. That's my good girl. Give me all you got, lovey. I want it all." 
He stopped talking only to suck your clit into his mouth and start stroking it with his tongue. Your whole body was on fire as your hips started to stutter and all your muscles clenched. 
"Oh God, Arthur, I'm gonna cum! Don't fucking stop!"
It seemed impossible, but Arthur somehow started sucking harder and licking faster. The feeling of his blue eyes watching you making your body tingle. Your eyes were squeezed shut, and your brow coated with a light sheen of sweat. A guttural groan and a high-pitched whine verging on a scream came from you as you had the strongest orgasm you had ever had.
Your whole body spasming as your cum flooded Arthur's mouth. In that moment he decided you were far better and way more addictive than any whiskey or snow could ever be. He would throw every other substance away for the taste of you on his tongue and the image of your naked body above him shaking and sobbing from pleasure. 
You leaned to the side, moving to dismount Arthur's chest. Still in a daze from the mind melting orgasm he had just given you, assuming that he would want either a fuck or blow job in return. You would happily give him either, or even both after how hard he made you cum. 
Jarred from your train of thought when you felt Arthur's strong hands flex to keep you not only perched on top of him but moving back up towards his face. A wide smile on his lips, still shining from your release, as he caught your quizzical gaze. 
"Didn't think I was done, did ya, love? I think I found my new favorite way to relieve stress, and I'm still feeling a bit tense." 
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