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Hi Daisy, I've come to request a John fic with the fluff prompt ❛ do you think the moon is jealous of how pretty you are? ❜( If you feel inspired, of course!) It seems like a line he would use!
Thank you for your request Lee! 🥰 This line really is something John would say, I already saw that cheeky little grin in my mind.
A/N: I wrote it pretty quickly but then I had some trouble with the flow of the story. I feel like it might not completely live up to what I wrote before. So if that's the case, I'm sorry. Anyway I hope you still like and enjoy it. I certainly did have a lot of fun writing John, it reminded me how much I love his character!
Warnings: Swearing. A few rude comments on Linda? Nothing serious. Other than that it's just pure fluff.
Word count: 2002
Family Dinner
"Please remind me that if you ever want to have a family dinner at our house again, that I'll say no." John mumbles in her ear as he wraps his arms around her waist. "Why?" (Y/N) giggles, looking up at him.
They’re both standing in the kitchen as (Y/N) is finishing up the home made dinner. It was her idea to invite his family but it took her some time to convince John.
"It's pure chaos and Linda is pissing me off with her nagging." He answers her, chewing on this toothpick. "John, you can't say that." She chided, eyeing his family who were sat at the table. The distant was big enough for them not to hear John complaining.
"Oh c'mon (Y/N), don't act like you don't think the same thing." He says as he takes her chin gently between his fingers, turning her face back to him.
As their eyes meet, she can't help but laugh. "See? This is exactly what I mean." John laughs. "I really hope Arthur will grow his balls b-" (Y/N) cuts John off by putting her hand on his mouth, shushing him. "Ssh!" She whispers as she lowers her hand.
"Can I help you with the food (Y/N)?" Linda asks as she approaches the kitchen. "Oh no you don't have to Linda, I'm almost finished. It will come right up"
"It's really no bother." She smiles. "Thank you but it's all set, John will be our waiter tonight." (Y/N) jokes, earning a chuckle from Linda. John, on the other hand, rolls his eyes as he turns to the counter. He takes the toothpick out of his mouth and cuts off some of the meat (Y/N) made.
"If you change your mind, I'll be right there." Linda points at the empty chair next to Arthur. (Y/N) smiles at her. "I appreciate it, Linda." She answers. Watching the woman return to her seat.
(Y/N) hears a deep sigh coming from behind her. "It's no bother" He imitates her. "To me it is." John adds while eating some meat. She pushes playfully against his shoulder. "John."
"I'm right there." He imitates her again. "As if she just came walking in, she's already sitting there for hours."
"John please." (Y/N) chuckles. "She means well. What has she done to you?"
John leans against the counter. "She has to fucking comment on everything someone says or does. As of right now yeah, Arthur just had a drink or two too many. He’s not even pissed yet but she keeps asking him if it's really a good idea to take more whiskey." He sighs frustratedly. "I know I need more whiskey if I need to listen to her any longer."
(Y/N) places her hands on his cheeks and pulls him closer to her. "Try to let it go for tonight, okay? They're both adults and if Arthur has had enough of it, he'll let her know." "He won't." He defends.
"Lets just enjoy the night." She adds as she kisses him softly. "Okay?" "Hm 'kay" John mumbles against her lips as he puts his hands on her waist, pulling her in for another kiss.
The dinner went well, the Shelby's enjoyed the fresh made food and the drinks were flowing. John had visibly relaxed and was slumped back in his seat, laughing at the conversation he was having with his brothers and cousin.
The kids were running in and out of the house, hopefully getting rid of their last energy of the day before going to bed. Ada was talking to Linda and Polly watched the family, a pleased smile on her face.
(Y/N) went back into the kitchen to get her selfmade pudding. She was excited about the dessert ever since the day she knew his family came over for dinner. It was her favorite and she loved to make it. She added some strawberries on top before taking it back to the table.
Before she could even reach the table, the kids came running in, chasing each other. A shout of John could be heard but it was too late, a few of them bumped into (Y/N). The sudden impact caused her to drop the pudding.
A loud gasp comes from her mouth. “Oh no…” She watches it splash apart, leaving it all over the floor. Disappointment filling her features.
“What have I said about no fucking running around the kitchen! Look what you've done!" John bellows as he stands up, the children immediately apologize. "Sorry mom." "Yes sorry aunt (Y/N)."
She sighs. "It's okay. Don't worry about it. Be careful next time, yeah?" They nod. "Now go back outside." John adds strictly, glaring at the kids. He made sure they were out of sight before he made his way to the kitchen.
"I'm so sorry." She apologizes to his family. "Don't be sorry, love. We've had already more than enough." Polly smiles at her. "We'll come back for pudding another time."
(Y/N) nods, wiping the remains of her dress. "Here let me help you." A voice came from behind her. John got a few towels for her to clean her dress and helped her to tidy the mess on the floor.
Once they were finished she sat back down in her chair. Feeling better after John’s attempts to cheer her up.
Rumbling was heard from the kitchen as John appeared with two bottles of whiskey in his hands. He lifted them above his head, a big grin on his lips. “I got a new dessert!” He cheered. A sigh coming from (Y/N)’s lips. “Oh god…”
As their evening came to an end, (Y/N) and John said their goodbyes to his family. Their exit was as chaotic as their entrance. Arthur was too drunk and had to be helped into the car by Tommy and Finn. Which resulted in John having tears rolling down his cheeks from laughter and a very annoyed Linda.
When Tommy told John to "shut his fucking mouth or he would help to do so" it caused Arthur to have his own fit of uncontrollable giggles. A lot of shouting and more laughter had followed until Polly and Ada finally managed to get everyone in their cars. As soon as the cars drove out of the drive way, peace had returned.
John wiped the tears off his face. "Did you see his face? Bloody idiot." He started laughing again. "I don’t want to know how they will get him out of the car." (Y/N) giggles. "I would leave him there. He can get out by himself in the morning." He chuckles.
As his laughter calmed down he took a deep breath. "I have to admit that I enjoyed this night more than I thought I would." "I'm glad you did." She beams at him as she pulls him in for a hug, leaning her head against his chest.
John strokes her hair and kisses the top of her head. While he is looking at the garden, an idea pops up in his head.
"Shall I light the fire pit? The weather is still lovely and I wouldn’t mind to spend some time alone with you." He offers. (Y/N) looks up at him. "Oh yes, I would love that. I'll quickly check on the children, I hope they didn't wake up from all the noise."
"Alright." He gives her a quick kiss, leaving her smiling. He collects some branches and makes his way to the fire place.
Once upstairs (Y/N) checks the bedrooms of their children. She finds them sound asleep, as if nothing happened. All of them too tired from their eventful night.
As (Y/N) arrives back outside, John was already sat in front of the fire. A whiskey in his hand and a new toothpick in his mouth. “They’re still sleeping.” She tells him. "I’m glad." He says as he gets up.
"Do I need to get your coat?" "No I'm fine, it's still warm enough." She assures him. "I did get you a blanket." He points at the chair next to his, a blanket hanging on the back of the chair.
She smiles at his gesture. "Thank you, John." She says, sitting down. The fire warms her skin immediately. "I got your wine." John sits next to her, showing her the bottle and filling her glass. "You're such a gentleman, John Shelby."
He chuckles as he hands her the glass. "Of course I am." He answers, putting the bottle down next to him. (Y/N) takes a sip of her drink, leaning back against the chair. The blanket had already warmed up by the fire, making her feel at ease. She takes a deep breath as she looks over the meadow next to their house.
John mimics her and watches the fire. The reflection of the flames dancing on his face. "Aren't we lucky?" She asks, looking at him. "I know I am, I have the most beautiful woman in the world." He grins at her. She blushes lightly at his comment. "Are you flirting with me?" She chuckles.
"Maybe." He smirks at her. "Is it working?" "It already worked a while ago." She jokes. (Y/N) grabs his hand, she softly strokes it with her thumb. John squeezes hers gently. "But yes, it is working." She admits.
A peaceful silence fell over them as they're both sipping on their drinks. As the flames become smaller, John put extra woodblocks and branches in the fire pit. He catches (Y/N) staring at the sky. He looks up as well, gazing at the moon and many stars that were visible this night.
"Do you think the moon is jealous of how pretty you are?" He asks (Y/N) as he looks at her, a cheeky grin on his face. She shifts her gaze to him. "My god John." She giggles, hiding her face in her hands. John laughs as he grabs her hands and pulls her up from her chair.
"Don't hide that pretty face of yours." He chuckles. He sneaks his arms around her and pulls her closer. (Y/N) wraps her arms around his neck, brushing her fingers over the short hair on the back of his head.
"I do think the moon is jealous of how pretty you are." John confesses to her as he looks into her eyes. "Nothing compares to you. Not even the moon."
(Y/N) blushes, admiring John’s face. "I love you so much." "I love you too, darling." He tells her as he moves his face closer to hers.
"Before you kiss me, please let me do this." She whispers, earning a confused look from John. (Y/N) takes the toothpick out of his mouth and throws it into the fire.
"Oh." He chuckles. "I don't think it would add much good." She smiles. "You never know, maybe you're into it." He jokes. (Y/N) can't help but giggle at his stupid joke.
“You make me the happiest, John.” She tells him, her voice soft. “Imagine how you make me feel.” John grins at her.
He moves his face closer to hers again. His breath fanning her face. (Y/N) feels the butterflies in her stomach, they're giving her a giddy feeling. She gently pulls him closer until their lips connect.
The kiss starts off soft but steadily becomes heated as they're exploring each others mouth. One of John's hand slowly lowers until he stops on her butt, gently grabbing ahold of it. He grins as she let out a soft moan. Her fingers are tangled in his hair as her other hand rests on his neck, wanting more.
John slowly breaks this kiss, breathing heavily. "I can't get enough of you." He breathes out as he strokes her cheek with his thumb. (Y/N) smiles at him, catching her own breath. "We don't have to stop yet." She teases him. "I wasn't planning on doing so." He smirks as he pulls her in for another passionate kiss.
One of many they would share that night.
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Affection
Pairing: Thomas Shelby x GN!Reader
Warnings: None
Words: 267
It was a slow day in the Shelby household. Thomas was in his office, working on paperwork again. You were also in his office, knitting on the loveseat. Charlie was on the floor, playing a toy train.
You hummed quietly to yourself as you knitted a scarf, every once in awhile looking up to look at Charlie and then Thomas.
Soon enough, one of the maids came in with afternoon tea and dropped it off at the small table in front of the loveseat. You smiled at the maid and thanked her softly. Setting your work down, you sat up and leaned over to make a small plate of the small sandwiches the maid had made Charlie. You placed it in front of him when he came over to the table.
“Here you go, darlin.” You smiled at him and ran a hand over his head. Kissing his forehead, you set about making Thomas a cuppa. You then brought it over to him and stood behind him. Setting the cup down next to his work so it wouldn’t get on his paperwork.
You then wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed just behind his ear. He leaned back into you and sighed contently. He raised a hand up to hold your arm.
“What is this?” He spoke softly.
You grinned gently. “Affection.” You teased him.
He chuckled and teased back “Disgusting.”
You both chuckled for a moment. Followed by a brief silence.
“Do it again.” He whispered into your ear with a small growl.
You flushed and grinned wider before leaning in to kiss him passionately.
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Alfie Solomons, the baker and storyteller
✨A small blurb and moodboard I got the inspiration for @justrainandcoffee 2nd Alfieversary 🥰♥️
Alfie’s eyes were fixed in the newspaper before him. Adjusting the glasses perched on his nose, but he noticed the door opening.
“Isn’t it past your bed time little dove?”
“Hello Daddy.” Allie greeted her father with a chuckle when he groaned while lifting her up to place her on his lap.
“Hello you.” His expression quickly softened at the sight of her.
“Mommy didn’t read me a story and I’m hungry.”
“She was in a hurry for her ladies night out.”
“What’s that?” She asked with interest.
“Just a bunch of ladies gathering.” Alfie rubbed his beard. He shook his head slightly at the thought of Rose getting together with Y/N Shelby and the rest of the female gang -more dangerous than the whole gánsters to be honest-, but it was the time of the week she got to enjoy a night out with friends to talk of whatever the ladies talked. “What about we bake some cookies?”
The way his little girl’s face lit up, it told Alfie he had made the right choice.
Allie jumped from his lap excitedly and rushed towards the kitchen. And he followed the girl knowing he’d do anything to make her smile like that.
After showing his beloved Allie all about baking, once it was ready, they enjoyed the most delicious batch of cookies together back in the living room next to Cyril while Alfie read the light of his life a book.
When Rose arrived almost close to midnight and she found the scene before her eyes, she found Alfie moving his forefinger close to his lips so Allie wouldn’t wake up. It melted her heart and turned her into a puddle.
Stretching her arm, she grabbed one of the cookies and silently made an applause sign for him, letting Alfie know the cookies were good.
Stepping closer, Rose brushed Allie’s hair away from her face and giving her husband a peck on the lips, she whispered:
“Why don’t you take her to bed so I can spill all the gossip?”
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riding arthur shelby’s face for kinktober? pls and thanks bae <3
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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The Lakes - Finn Shelby
Summary: reader contemplates all the ways they’ve fallen in love with Finn.
A/N: this is just some fluff nonsense that I found half finished in my drafts.
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“You know what that’ll do to you?” Finn was already lighting up your cigarette as he asked the question, watching you draw in a breath of smog before blowing it back out, hazy and white in the dusk of Small Heath. His own cigarette lingered between his fingers as he waited for your answer, as if he was dependent upon a reply.
“I’ve a mind to find out,” you replied, looking away momentarily, back down the street where he’d come from, the looming church in the distance. “My mum says it’s not proper.”
You could hear her voice in the back of your head, lithe but shrill, warning you that bad habits would chase away good suitors. There was only one you had in mind, the same one you’d been saying since you were small. You could remember still, even looking at him now all tall and lean like his brothers (save for Tommy who’d inherited his mother’s height), toking on a cigarette as if he were contemplating the whole of the world, the way your heart had pounded up into your chest the first time you laid eyes on Finn Shelby in a different light.
Ten years old, troublemakers in your own rights, Polly used to remark that the pair of you were thick as thieves whenever she saw you playing together. When you were little, dirty knees and scraped palms seemed like the perfect forever. You couldn’t imagine a different kind of life, the world was only as big as Small Heath and you had everything you needed right on Watery Lane. It wasn’t all true anymore, you’d seen London and Edinburgh and heard stories from Grace about America. The world was vast and you had an itch that begged for exploration. But everything you needed was still right there, in the middle of Watery Lane behind a black door. Tall and lean and ginger, with a smile that melted your insides and made your heart feel warm. He had freckles like constellations across his face and shoulders and other places that would make your mother blush if she knew you’d seen them.
“If your mum wanted you to be proper she’d have kept a closer eye on you,” he teased, eyes lighting up as he smiled.
“You think that would’ve stopped me?” You asked, as if Finn wasn’t as magnetic as the sun, pulling you into his orbit with little effort. A smile directed at you was enough for him to have your whole heart.
“Not at all,” he replied, curls bouncing as he shook his head. His hair was unusually unkempt, soft ginger curls enticing and free of gel. His typically shaved sides and back grown out just enough that you could run your fingers through it but not grasp it yet. He’d trim it by the weekend for the party but for now, he’d let it go. Finn liked the uniform look of the blinders, mostly because it meant that people recognised him immediately. If not instantly as the youngest Shelby brother than at least as a blinder. But he knew you liked when he didn’t bother with fixing his hair. The beeswax tended to make you break out in hives when you came in contact with it and more than looking like a blinder, Finn liked the feeling of your hands in his hair.
He was rewarded for going without the product when you reached out and brushed some fringe out of his eyes, fingers dancing along the freckles on his face as you cupped his cheek. Your other hand held your cigarette, somewhat over the idea of smoking with Finn. You’d suggested it, if only because he said he had to get back home and you were trying to stall him.
“Are you still going to London this weekend?” You asked, a faint smile gracing your features as he turned his head into your hand and pressed a kiss to your fingers.
He hummed, green eyes meeting yours, “are you going to come with me?” He’d been asking you to go back to London with him whenever the opportunity arose. You’d been once with your family and once with him (something that your mother had not been thrilled to discover) and Finn had been clear about wanting to take you back to the city.
There was a charm about London that didn’t exist in Small Heath. This town was your whole world but sometimes it felt suffocating, everyone knew Finn and by association, you. There wasn’t a place you could go that you could just disappear into the crowd, where it could just be you and Finn without the pressure his brothers provided.
London meant work but it was also a city too big for everyone to know who Finn was. When he got away from whatever his brothers needed him for and it was just the two of you, there was something distinctly peaceful about it.
“My mum’s not keen on me going down to London,” you replied, even though it was silly to mention. Finn was well aware of your mum’s opinions though it always surprised him that she didn’t try to keep the two of you apart.
“Is that a no?” He asked, taking another drag of his cigarette when you pulled your hand away.
You placed your own between your lips but then removed it just as quickly, as if it was only a place holder while you were debating what to say. “No.” You shook your head, “I’ll go.”
Finn’s face lit up, eyes sparkling and smile ear to ear. You swore a little piece of your heart ached at the look of absolute happiness he gave you, so much like the ten year old boy you once knew, and folded away the image for another time. You could’ve spent the rest of your life carefully annotating every look that crossed Finn Shelby’s face, every emotion that he felt charted for you to recall someday when he wasn’t with you anymore and it was all memories.
“Someday you won’t have to worry about your mum’s permission,” Finn mentioned it as if it was something he’d considered before.
“Doubt it’ll matter if I’m married, she’ll be there giving me her two cents about whatever I’m doing,” you replied, “though I’ll hopefully not be under the same roof.”
“Pol‘ll just drive you mad instead,” he mused, “though she’s always had a soft spot for you.”
“I’m moving in with Polly when I get married?” You asked, mirroring back the happy expression he’d had moments ago.
“Maybe just at first, then we’ll get a place. Like Tommy, out in the country and away from the smog.”
“Wouldn’t matter to me,” you mused, “I’d brave the smog for you.”
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Men (modern AU)
Tommy Shelby x Reader x Alfie Solomons
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Dating Tommy Shelby certainly makes life interesting, you can never prepare yourself for the next surprise. Sometimes you forget you’ve only met him a few months ago but standing in his home, ready to move in, youare about to be reminded how little you know him.
“What was that?” You ask, referring to the noise from upstairs.
“Alfie.” A tired sigh follows his irritated answer, rolling his eyes at the ceiling.
Your mind runs around with countless questions but you can only manage to ask one. “You have a roommate?”
“Nah, don’t mind him. He’s just my husband.”
“Your what?!”
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Pedigree (Thomas Shelby Oneshot)
Character/s: Thomas
Word Count: 1,211
A/N: Has it been a million bajillion kajillion years since I've written? Yes. Do I feel good about this? Yes strangely enough :P I've been reading a lot, so maybe that's helped. I haven't been feeling good lately, but this makes me feel better. It makes me think I haven't run out of words, that I'm not trapped in this block forever y'know? 💞 Feedback is always appreciated 💜💖💜
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You were out for blood.
You wanted his head on a silver platter. Served to you. You wanted his mouth hung open, gory and gummy, his teeth pried from their sockets. You wanted his eyes, those eyes that bore so deeply into your marrow, eyes that undermined you every time he saw you, bright and cruel. Mocking. Pried wide open, watching his empire fall. The rest of him scattered. Discarded. Did it really matter? It used to. You used to fantasize about the day they brought him to you. All the ways you’d tear him apart, butcher him like he has done to so many. Leaving a single bullet hole, if he was lucky. Often, he wasn’t, not in your care. You wanted him to suffer the same way he has made you your entire life. Since then, you’ve come to a realization: those fantasies, with their theatrics, were childish. The kind of thing he himself would laugh at, call adorable, naive, cute. That laugh. It haunted you now. His head, his eyes, teeth, that is what you needed. He was all bark and no bite. Until then, you wouldn’t be satisfied.
Once upon a time you worshiped him. He was your world, everything you wanted to be. Demanding, diplomatic, daunting. You wanted to follow in his footsteps, to rule with an iron fist. You did as you were told without a second thought, his toy soldier. You stitched a smile across your face every time he spoke to you, the anger and disappointment reigning in his voice, his words. How sharp they used to be, slicing you to ribbons. You’d be bleeding, hemorrhaging out on the floor by the time his speech was done. And when he was, when the air was thick with dismay, you collected your innards and thanked him, slipping back into the shadows until you were needed again. He spat insults at you from the time you could understand them. A few times you’d dodged a glass of something toxic, smashing into the wall behind you. Shards glittered across the floor, crackling beneath the soles of your shoes. It was your job to clean it up. It was your fault. Everything was. When a scapegoat was necessary, you were the first to come to mind. Given odd jobs beneath the rest. Ones that could have gotten you killed. Should have. Sometimes, you wished it had. Would that have made him care? Mourn your loss? Would there have been any change to his temperament? Probably not. There were always others desperate enough to slink their way into your position, the lowest of the low. Desperate enough to get close to him, to know what liquor he liked, what car he drove, what clothing he wore in hopes that it would rub off on them. Give them the same power. It made you sick.
To him, you were nothing. Worthless. Incapable. There had never been a softness for you the way there had been for the others. You’d begun to think it was you. There was something wrong with you. Had you said something? Done something? Too many nights you lay awake, wondering what he could see that you couldn’t. There had to be a logical reason, hadn’t there? There had to be something in your flesh, your bones, your muscles. Something structurally, genetically, impossibly wrong. A speck in your eyes. An eyelash out of sorts. A freckle, a scar, a mark on your body that shouldn’t be there. Years you spent looking, watching, waiting for it to be explained so you could fix it and finally win him over. Small acts of kindness. Leaving him freshly picked flowers. Doing everything he said. Being well behaved. You stayed to yourself mostly, understanding things were different than before. He’d changed. They all had. He was monstrous. Hungry. Tormented. Every night you’d hear his screaming, crying out, crumbling from the inside out. In the morning, no one said a word. It’s been many years since then. You wondered if it was your memory distorting things, changing your own behaviors. No, no you were sure you’d been nothing but kind.
Whoever Tommy saw when he looked at you, whatever he saw, was not you. That much was clear.
He blamed you for her death, Pol. He put that target on your back, on your chest, between your fucking eyes. The silence was the worst of it. The berating, the anger, the destruction, you’d grown used to it. It had become a dance, in a way. You knew all the right steps, all the best apologies, until he’d finally calmed down long enough for you to catch your breath, to straighten out the mess. Not this time. You were dropped from the family without a second thought. Ice ran through his veins. He wasn’t just changed, he was unrecognizable. Your throat was raw from pleading, sobbing, trying to get him to listen. To understand. On your hands and knees begging. You had no part in this, you were being framed. No one could believe you. You’d slipped up, gave out information you shouldn’t have. Thats the conclusion they came to. He didn’t just ignore you, he killed you. Murdered you. Everyone, everyone you ever loved, all the people you considered family, by blood and not, turned their backs on you. You wanted to pound your fists into the floorboards until they bled. You wanted to scream and cry and throw a tantrum. You would have prayed to a God that had never listened before that very moment if that meant he would give you a minute to defend yourself, proclaim your innocence, save your soul. The decision had been made, there was no going back. The Shelby name no longer belonged to you. It never would. If only you’d known how fast that title could be ripped from you.
They moved on. None of them have reached out, spoken to you in secret. There were no letters, no calls, nothing. You grew a hard shell. Learned to adapt. To be on you own, completely alone. Without them, without him, you came to realize you were never the problem. You had never done anything wrong. You had not been born with a defect only he could sense. You were a child when he’d come back, so young, so fragile. You took his words to heart. All those years spent at the bottom, the youngest of the family, had taught you more than you ever thought. People believed him to be bulletproof. He was indestructible. Godly. You knew though, you knew the weakest parts of him. What kept him up at night. What drove him mad. You couldn’t get back all that time, all those years, your entire life. You couldn’t turn back the clock. You couldn’t make him change his ways. Those, he was too set in, a creature of habit. But you could make him pay. You could make him regret everything he’d ever said and done to you. Make him beg like you’d done countless times, your pleas ignored, berated. You could make him fear for his life. And when the time came, because it always would, you would not hesitate to pull the trigger the same way your brother had.
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MidnightsWithDearKatyTSPB’s Recommendation List: May Pt. 2
Hi everyone. Welcome to the second part of May’s recommendation list. Can you believe we maxed out Part 1 linking availability? You guys are writing machines! With finals coming to a close and some of you graduating, I hope you are taking some time to enjoy reading and self-care. I’m so very proud of every one of you. If you would like a moodboard made for your story or character, feel free to send me a request. I would love to make you one. If you are interested in having your writing challenges featured here, your stories, or even your blog, please feel free to tag me in your works, message me, or use the hashtag MidnightWithDearKatyTSPB. Heads up, June may be all on one list. I’m going to my Grandmother’s 90th birthday and visit my family. I’ll get plenty of reading done while I’m gone, but I don’t know how much list-making I’ll get done. Enjoy the rest of your spring and the start of your summer!
<<May Pt. 1 💐
June 🐾 >>
Masterlist 📜
PEDRO PASCAL CHARACTERS:
DRABBLES/BLURBS:
Big Fan (Tommy's Version) by @atinylittlepain >> Tommy Miller ft. Ellie Williams - Summary: Tommy and Ellie stumble on someone very familiar to Tommy. | I was laughing so hard at everyone's reaction to this.
ONE-SHOTS:
2 Murphy's and a Peña by @violentdelightsandviolentends >> Javier Peña x Female Reader - Summary: Reader has a horrible date. Javier thinks she just needs a man who puts her needs first. (My Summary) | This was short and hot, just how you need it sometimes.
Aquatic Rehabilitation by @psychedelic-ink >> Joel Miller x f!reader - Summary: Joel has been experiencing knee pain for the past two months. When he finally sees an orthopedist, he learns that he has some minor damage to his meniscus. The doctor prescribes him anti-inflammatory medication and physical therapy, recommending swimming. At the pool, he meets you. | Wowza, that was really hot.
Drown in your Wrath and Fury by @movievillainess721 >> Dave York x curvy f!reader x (with a surprise guest) - Summary: You're Dave's prisoner...and old flame. Can you survive his wrath and fury? | It was so hot, I was blushing.
*I Crawl Home To Her by @johnwatsn >> Joel Miller ft. Sarah Miller & Ellie Williams - Summary: After being stabbed, Joel floats in and out of consciousness, between then and now, before and after, and his two daughters, both saving him in their own ways. | This is just a masterpiece of emotion, and it's so well written!
Look For The Butterfly by @lily-inbloom >> post-outbreak!Joel Miller x fem!reader - Summary: Sarah reminds Joel of something very important. | Don't mind me. I'll just be over here in the corner crying like a big baby.
Prove It by @joelscruff >> boyfriend's dad!Joel Miller x f!reader - Summary: Joel shows you how much he cares about you (in a slightly depraved way). (in connection with quickie and snack break) | Made my heart drop to the bottom of my stomach with emotions while supplying wonderful filth and excitement.
Request by @joelsgirl >> Joel Miller x Reader - Summary/Request: Reader is feeling awful because she's too warm, and the relief he feels when he sees her cooling off, physically and emotionally? | A charming short piece showing the caring side of Joel is what we need sometimes.
The Saint, The Sinner, & The Devil by @joelsgirl >> Mafia DBF!Joel Miller, Corrupt Javier Pena + Reader - Sneak Peak: “Yes, little one. You'll get to service us both tonight.” | Excellent and Filthy
Satellite by @jksprincess10 >> Assistant!reader x Javier Peña - Summary: Summary: You’re trying really hard not to fuck your boss. But everyone around you, including him, makes it really hard. | Javi could probably convince me to do anything.
Sharing Is Caring by @dreamsofmandalore >> Mafia!AU Joel Miller x Reader x Javier Peña - Summary: Several people asked what would happen if mafia enforcer Joel and corrupt agent Javi existed in the same universe. | Thank you for feeding our wildest imaginations.
Waffle House Confessions by @softlyspector >> no outbreak!Joel Miller x f!Reader - Summary: You pick an inopportune moment to give Joel some news. | I felt like I was watching it play out on TV, and I was feeling all the emotions coming across—such a good one-shot.
Words by @joelscruff >> boyfriend's dad!Joel Miller x f!reader - Summary: You and Joel are left reeling from your boyfriend's discovery. (a direct sequel to prove it) | Cat has a way with words and emotions pulling you into her works.
SERIES:
I'm In A State (Prequel) | In My Hometown by @swiftispunk >> pre-outbreak!dbf!neighbour!Joel Miller x afab!fem!actor(ish)!Reader - Summary: The moment that sends you over the edge with your neighbour, Joel. | Perfect as always, Hannah. Thanks for making me giggle like a schoolgirl.
One For The Money, Two For The Show >> Rockstar!Joel Miller x Actress!Reader - Summary: When world-famous rockstar Joel Miller finds himself in some hot water with the press, his PR team suggests fake dating an up-and-coming actress to refine his image. However, when they actually start spending time together, the happy couple can’t stand each other. Will they be able to turn it around for the cameras, or will it all be for nothing? | Things are getting mighty steamy, just the way I like them. Feeling so blessed to be able to read this story.
To Polish Up A Diamond pt. i | >> @pedges >> Joel Miller x afab!reader - Summary: “We can get an annulment,” Joel says, cutting you off. It’s almost as if he couldn’t wait to say it, and you’re not sure why that stings so much. “Yeah—yes,” you mutter, swallowing the softball lodged in your throat. You clear it in hopes of sounding more compelling when you speak again. “Of course. Duh.” -- or, the one where you wake up married to Joel Miller. | This is such an emotional roller coaster, and we are only just beginning. I'm looking forward to seeing where this goes.
BLURBS/DRABBLES:
The Baking Lesson by @zablife >> John Shelby x f!reader - Summary: Gif Request - Sneak Preview: "C'mere gorgeous," John said, turning your chin toward him. "It can't be that bad. Just tell me," he coaxed with an encouraging smile. | John is very much my hero!
Sweetest of the Sunflowers by @peakyscillian >> Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary: I picked the prompt “You're the best thing that's ever happened to me” for this one and also based it around the song 'Sun To Me' By Zach Bryan. | Moodboard is gorgeous, and I love how you can tell how much Tommy adores his fiance in this.
Pedro Pascal doesn't owe you anything... by @coulsons-band
Drama Actor Round Table: Pedro Pascal, Damson Idris, Kieran Culkin, Jeff Bridges, Evan Peters, and Michael Imperioli posted by @pedrohub
#joel miller#joel miller x reader#tommy shelby#tommy shelby x reader#peaky blinders#ktk recommendation list#midnightswithdearkatytspb#john shelby x reader#john shelby#peaky blinders drabble#ellie williams#sarah miller#tommy miller#pedro pascal#dave york x reader#dave yrok#javi peña x reader#javier peña x reader#javier peña#evan peters
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Hello! #18 with my Alfie bear please and thank you😍🐻💖
Hi! Yes, you can!
Smut below the cut, minors DNI!
Your little moans. They're complete, heavenly bliss to his ears, his tongue slowly dragging through your slit, rolling over your clit and descending once more to circle your opening, feeling you pulse around it when he pushes in, tongue fucking you slowly, gently, giving you absolute divinity with his mouth.
"Alfie, oh... oh!" You can't even form words, gasping as you clutch his hair, thighs writhing against his face, his beard soft, his groans deep and rumbling, sucking your clit with aplomb. "Please, Alfie. I need your cock."
He looks up at you, winking, shaking his head. “I think you can wait a while longer yet.”
#alfie solomons smut#alfie solomons x female reader#alfie solomons fanfiction#alfie solomons drabble#peaky blinders#peaky blinders smut#peaky blinders fanfiction#peaky blinders drabble#ddd drabble requests
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PEAKYYYYY
i have been thinking so much about how tommy would react to younger (maybe 16? 17? 18? idk) shelby sister doing snow. like one of the others leaves some out and he finds her high, he’d be so protective and angry and aodjaosjoadjosjsisjdn
Hhhooooo boy I got carried away soz
Warnings: use of cocaine, implied peer pressure
He finds you in one of the Blinder’s clubs (not the garrison, because Arthur or John- or worse, polly- would crucify you for taking snow). But Tommy goes into the club to speak to the bar man, making sure profits are good, when he sees you, sat in a booth, alone.
You look totally out of it, so Tommy assumes you’ve overdone it on the gin (like you did on your 18th birthday) and walks over to you, smiling fondly as you sway in your seat. His smile drops instantly when he gets a proper look at you. Your eyes are glassy, pupils blown, with not a thought behind them, a little blood is smeared just around your nostril.
He knows.
But he also knows that you’re in no fit state to lecture. Instead, he squats down in front of you, grasping your shaking hands to stop you plucking at the beading of your dress. “C’mon, YN, time to go home now,” he says, frowning as your eyes slowly focus on him. “Who’re you with, eh? Where’re your friends?” You made a vague gesture at the dance floor and his jaw hardens. You weren’t out with just your usual girlfriends; you were out with junior members of the peaky blinders. The men who were meant to protect you. “Right,” tommy says, helping you up, taking most of your weight. He walks you to the garrison, which is far quieter, and sits you in the snug, before briefing his brothers on what happened. Within minutes, Arthur and John have left to visit those who gave you snow.
But Tommy stays with you in the snug. Big bad Thomas Shelby, who cuts smiles with no mercy, rubs your back and talks lowly to you as you come round, wipes away your tears and cleans your bloody nose, and squeezes your hand as you promise never to touch snow again. And he takes you back home to Watery Lane, tucking you in bed and sitting by your side all night, mulling over the fact that his baby sister isn’t a baby any more, and protecting her will become more and more difficult by the day.
#gill🐠#tw: drug use#peaky blinders blurb#peaky blinders drabble#sister!shelby#sister Shelby#sister!reader
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A Little Friendly Advice
Word Count:
Warning: Show violence and language Suggestive themes,
Writers Note: This is my first time writing Alfie so I hope I did okay getting him down pack
Pairing: OC x Canon
( Eleanor Williams ) / Alfie Solomons (Platonically )
Plot: When Eleanor Williams decides to have tea with Alfie Solomons in Camden Town over a business proposal Alfie realizes she came for advice rather than business
Taglist:
@shelbydelrey
@runnning-outof-time
@herosneednotapply
"So you came to boast to me about raisin fuckin whiskey prices of me heh…" Alfie said, sipping Earl Grey tea from his cup,
"It's not that I'm raising them-"
"Don't give me the King's fuckin English, Nora. You know it pisses me off…" he responded as Eleanor sighed. She was always the one to be sent to Camden Town to talk to Alfie, yet for once, she didn't hate it, "I ain't raisin any fuckin prices of a ya Alf, just 'ear me out would you," batting her beady little hazel eyes,
"Fine, but if I don't like it, pray that God does… You know I'm a religious man, so if God don't like it I-"
"I just want you to raise the prices a little on The Shelby Limited accounts, is all."
"First off, you fucking cut me off, so that was rude. Two, do you want Tommy Shelby, me best mate, to kill me," Alfie leaned in, that annoying gleam in his eyes that she hated so much from him,
"Oh, you should get better friends…" she laughed, "And, no, I just want to kinda…"
"Use your words, Williams…"
"I just want to get him to trust me…" she mumbled as Alfie laughed, not at her but in disbelief, thinking that she could get a horse-like man like Tommy Shelby to trust her, "Lead 'em in with Cigarettes Whiskey then, dear," adding more sugar to his cup, "But whatever you do, don't trust em…"
"That's what he said about you…"
"And you didn't fuckin listen to 'im,"
"Why would I listen to the two-timing beautiful blue-eyed 'andsome devil of Small "eath who I'd give anything to be pushed up against a wall and kissed by-"
"Bloody hell Eleanor if your skin wasn't already fuckin red, you'd be a freshly boiled lobster," Alfie said, nearly spitting out his tea, her tawny-colored skin blistering with the sensation of embarrassment, "I'm just trying to partner up with The Shelby Company…" she groaned as Alfie stared at her,
"Either I'm going fuckin deaf, or I'm hearin you got a thing for Tommy?"
"Me? 'ave a thin for Tommy Shelby, please." rolling her eyes as he took her tea cup from her, "Nora, God don't like liars, an besides, you can do so much better with any other bloke that ain't Thomas fuckin Shelby…"
"But have you ever seen him…" she bit her lip, Alfie taking in the show before him, finding the situation humourous, "He's just so…"
"Rotten?"
"Seductive…"
"Eh, he's a dog."
"He's handsome."
"Ever looked at Arthur. Now that's handsome…"
"He's wise,"
"About fuckin horses…"
"Alfie!"
"Listen, Nora. I don't know what the hell it is you see in him, but A little friendly advice."
"Yes,"
"Hope I'm not late, Solomons…"
"Be careful…" he whispered as Eleanor looked up at Thomas. Alfie saw the sparks between them fly faster than a bomb during the war,
"Ms. Williams…"
"Mr. Shelby…" she walked towards him, "Still on for our meeting later?"
"Of course…" he eyed her up and down as she walked out the door. Alfie was impressed.
"I assume you two are gonna fuck."
"How long did it take you to come up with that one, Alfie…"
"Not long at all…" he laughed, "Not long at all…"
#tommy shelby xoc#peaky blinders imagine#peaky blinders fanfiction#peaky blinders fanfic#peaky blinders#alfie solomons#eleanor williams#1920s#thomas shelby#fanfic drabble#peaky blinders drabble
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Shadows
John Shelby x female reader
A/N: It's been a loooong long while but I'm back and actually wrote a little something, inspired by the gif below. I hope you guys like it!
Warnings: Angst, grief
Word count: 1242
The sun softly crept trough the window, projecting the shadows of the textured curtains of Johns’s old Watery Lane bedroom on both his and (Y/N)'s faces as they peeked trough the side of them. The streets were eerily quiet and the tension of the ongoing vendetta was palpable.
"How long have you been in here?" John asked while he kept his eyes on the street. "Since last night, orders of your brother." (Y/N) answered. "I'm not allowed to leave under any circumstances. Probably until they say it's safe." She sighed as her eyes fell on John's relaxed frame. His trousers were smoothly ironed, a white undershirt covered his upper body and his hair was neatly combed, a sight that she hadn't seen in a while. "I wonder if it ever will be." She added softly.
"You know he wouldn't do this for fun, love." John replied as he moved his eyes from the streets to meet hers. "Probably for the better, eh?" She shrugged at his question that somehow sounded more like a statement. "I'm not too sure about that."
They held each others gaze for a while until she looked down at the floor, resting her body against the wall. He had noticed the dark circles under her eyes, the stress laced into the beautiful features of her face and the sparkle that was still missing from her eyes. He stepped closer, reaching for her hand and pulling her into his chest, safely wrapping his arms around her back. “I got you, you know that.” He mumbled against her hair before he pressed a kiss to the side of her head. He felt her arms find their way around his waist while she let her head rest against his chest, a soft sigh escaping from her lips.
“I missed you so much.” She whispered, her hands resting on his back. He kept quiet for a moment, feeling a pang of sadness in his chest from her words. "I missed you too." He replied, the tip of his fingers running up and down her back. "I'm tired, John." She confessed quietly. “I know, darlin’ but you’ll get trough this. I know you will.” He tried to encourage her, trying to stay positive in a situation that seemed endless.
“Can you please tell me about your day?” She quietly asked, longing for something quite normal in their turbulent lives. “Well…” He started. “I went home because I hoped I’d find you there but I didn’t. Then went to visit Polly to ask her but she seemed too busy. After that I came here.” He chuckled, the sound vibrating trough his chest, making her feel at ease.
“I haven’t been home in a while.” She disclosed, her hands grabbing onto his shirt. “Couldn’t settle anymore.” She felt his fingers gently run trough her hair while he pressed another kiss on her head. “I’m so sorry.” A wave of guilt washed over him.
“No, please, you shouldn’t be sorry.” She assured him as she closed her eyes for a moment. He held her close while his eyes wandered around the room. Memories of the past years slowly entering his mind one by one. “Do you remember the time we were caught stealing from the bakery a few streets away?” He asked, trying to lighten up her mood. She lifted her head to look at him, a small smile visible on her lips. “Excuse me? We? It was you who did it and I got caught while I was innocent.” She chuckled softly, getting a grin back from John in response. “It was even worse when my parents found out.”
He chuckled. “Hadn’t seen you in weeks after that.” He remarked, a smirk on his face. “I just accepted my fate and didn’t want to snitch on you.” She smiled at him. “Ah see, that’s when I knew you were the one. The most loyal woman I've ever known.” He winked at her before pressing a soft kiss against her lips. She gently cupped his face in her hands as her eyes scanned his face.
A few minutes in silence went by until she spoke up. “Do you think this will end well?” She asked, bringing up the vendetta again. “Of course it will.” He spoke up, not too sure if it would but not wanting to fuel her worries more. “We will win.”
His words caused a cold shiver to run down her spine, she held his gaze before slowly shaking her head. “We’ve already lost.” Her voice was quiet, almost too scared to speak the words out loud. Her hands dropped down to hold onto his waist. John took a deep breath while he put a strand of hair behind her ear. “You did not. You have to keep going.” His soft blue eyes tried to assure her.
“It wasn’t supposed to end like this. It’s not fair. It’s not fucking fair, John. It could be anyone but they took you… like it was nothing.” She looked away, feeling the tears burning in her eyes but trying to blink them away. John grabbed both of her hands when he spoke up. “Look at me.” She bit her lip, trying to avoid his stare. "(Y/N)... look at me."
She looked up at him, her teary eyes reflected the sadness that had took over her body. "Listen love, people like us don’t get to decide when we’re done.” John confided calmly, knowing his fate was laid in somebody else's hands the very moment he decided to follow his brothers' footsteps.
“People like you? You're a good man John, you deserved better. You never belonged in this life.” Her voice trembled as she put her hand on his chest. “Your heart was way too good for that.” His eyes were locked on hers, not knowing what to say. "We were supposed to be happy. Together." She added as she felt a tear run down her cheek. She remembered how he bravely protected her when they attacked him, at their own home. Brave, fearless and strong, putting up a tough fight but it wasn't enough.
She remembered how she saw him fall, hit by bullet after bullet. She remembered the agonizing screams that left her mouth and the light that left his blue eyes. She did what she could but there was nothing that could've saved him.
“You have to remember that I’m always with you, even when you don’t see me.” He interrupted her thoughts while he gently cupped her cheek, slowly stroking her skin with his thumb. She sighed, the familiar touch giving her the feeling of security she so desperately needed. “Promise me that you keep going, yeah? Do the things you always wanted to do.” He gave her a smile. “It makes no sense doing them without you.” She quietly spoke.
“You’re not doing them without me.”
She wrapped her arms around him again, hiding her face in his chest as she took a deep breath. The feeling of his strong arms around her made her forget about the harsh reality for a moment. “I have to go.” He whispered. “Will I see you soon?” She wondered, slightly hopeful. He was quiet for a moment, a bit unsure of what to say. “You will.”
She slowly let go of him, taking in the sight of him again. “Wait for, me, will you?” A small smile appeared on his face. “I will, love. I promise.”
Tagging some people who might like it, obviously no pressure to read it if it's not your cup of tea! @brummiereader @call-sign-shark @peakyswritings @zablife @emotionalcadaver @runnning-outof-time @raincoffeeandfandoms
#john shelby one shot#john shelby blurb#john shelby fic#john shelby x reader#john shelby#peaky blinders one shot#john shelby imagine#peaky blinders imagine#peaky blinders drabble#peaky blinders blurb#peaky blinders fic
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Drabble: Jack Nelson sets you up with Ada Thorne.
Dynamics: wlw!Ada Thorne x wlw!Reader, Jack Nelson & Reader Friendship
Summary: You are a close friend of Jack Nelson. When he admits that he has feelings for you, you come out him you come out to him as queer/pan/bi with a preference for women. He introduces you to his friend Ada Thorne who he thinks you’d get along with.
Author’s Note: I might turn this into a full fic with a wlw!Ada x wlw!reader, or a poly Ada x Reader x Jack
You and your family attend the same church as him and his parents. You started getting breakfast with him after the Sunday morning church service. You talk about your family, politics, books, current events.
He is impressed by your work ethic and how you and your immigrant parents have carved out life for yourselves just like he has.
You meet with him regularly, it is clear that he is interested in you. You have some feelings him, but you aren’t exactly sure what they are yet. You also confess to him that while you like men and were attracted to them, you tended to have stronger feelings for women.
He says “Okay, Doll. If you ever want to explore those feelings with me, just tell me and it’ll happen.”
He thinks that you’d like Ada either as a romantic prospect or a friend so he introduces you two at a party. Immediately you two hit it off, taking and dancing together the entire night.
Everything is going really well until two guys won’t leave you alone. You give Ada a look, she nods in agreement. You punch one of the guys in the face and she kicks the other one in the balls.
Jack was paying attention but when he hears one of the guys yell, “you fucking bitches----” he runs over before the guy can even finish his threat. The two men are kicked out and Jack spends the better part of the next thirty minutes apologizing to you two.
You and Ada appreciated the gesture an apology but let him know that even if he wasn’t there they would have handled the situation. The two guys would be dead on the floor, but the situation would be handled.
He laughs and remarks that as long as you two have each other, you won’t need a man.
“Ada, this one over here,” he says about you, “she likes men but prefers the romantic and sexual company of women. What do you think of that?”
You nervously wait for Ada’s reaction and plan to kick Jack in the shin when he stands up.
Ada takes a sip of her whiskey and says, “I’m mostly been with men. I had a husband but he died a while back. I’m no opposed to being with a woman.”
You sit there awkwardly, not making eye contact with either of them, sipping your drink. Jack rolls his eyes and says, “Ada, I’m sure she’d love it if you two could go out on a date or see each other sometime this week.”
“yes,” you say, “but only if you want to. You don’t have to do it just because Jack says so.” Ada laughs and says not be ridiculous, she’d love to see you again.
You and Ada start seeing each other every week. You got to parties, museums, rallies, and have nights in. You even meet Karl a few times.
You still see Jack every week and he’s always asking you how things are going with you two. He always happy to hear that you two are doing well. He knew you’d make a great pair.
#ada thorne fanfic#ada shelby fanfic#jack nelson fanfic#peaky blinder fanfic#peaky blinders drabble#mine#peaky blinders fanfiction#ada thorne imagine#ada shelby imagine#jack nelson imagine#peaky blinders imagine
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Hello, Mar! Hope you are okay! 🥰
This is a gif blurb female edition, I'm sending you the one and only Polly!
Not rush at all to write it! Just have fun ♥️
Hello Flor!!!! @raincoffeeandfandoms thank you so much for sending this gif in!
I had the idea for a while, but between the holidays and all, I couldn’t write it back then.
it was so much fun writing for Polly and pissing Tommy off 😂 I hope you enjoy this little blurb! xxx
The ladies club
“You’re taking Y/N fucking where?!” Tommy spat banging his hand against the desk.
“To a ladies club.” Polly repeated with all the calm of the world.
But her nephew was fuming, eyes almost popping out from its place.
“Absolutely the fuck not.”
“So you’re telling me for your bachelor party, you can get to go with the boys to a gentlemen strip club, but Y/N isn’t allowed to enjoy a ladies night out?”
“That’s different…”
“How? Showing off tits is the same to show off-”
“Stop it Pol, I said no.” Tommy protested through gritted teeth.
Polly flicked her cigarette, ignoring her nephew’s death stare. “Relax Thomas you sound like an old man.” Then, taking her handbag from his desk she stood up. “Besides, everyone is going, Ada, Lizzie, Esme… even Linda!” She made the signal of the cross.
“Pol…”
“I’ll sent her off perfectly trained for your wedding night…”
“I’m serious…”
Tommy was heavily breathing like a bull.
“Don’t worry they will be gentle…” Reaching the door, Polly found Y/N biting down her nails, terrified.
“Polly I’m warning you.”
The matriarch of the Shelby clan saw a thick vein pulsing against Tommy’s temple, jaw clenched.
“Why should the boys have all the fun?”
She asked as if it meant nothing.
“Over my death body.” Tommy marched towards his fiancée furiously.
“So what? Are you going to strip and dance for her?”
Looking at the ceiling, he exhaled.
If that would keep Y/N away from those greasy men…
#tommy shelby x reader#That’s what Cill said#Thomas shelby drabble#peaky blinders drabble#Tommy Shelby Drabble#Tommy Shelby x reader#Polly Gray imagine#Polly Grey imagine#Tommy Shelby blurb#Thomas shelby blurb#peaky blinders blurb
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Mystery Character Drabble for Peaky Blinders + “Don’t you think that’s slightly suspicious?”, please?
Prompt: “Don’t you think that’s slightly suspicious”
Character: Tommy Shelby
You’d fought side by side with Tommy during the war and while not a Shelby by blood or marriage, the fact that you’d kept Tommy alive was enough of a reason for you to be brought into family meetings. Often enough it was also the only reason that you could find yourself being granted leniency when questioning plans. Arthur and John might go along in the meeting and have a private conversation afterwards, and Tommy knew that Polly would certainly have a say beforehand in the planning stages.
But with you, there was a sense of reason. Tommy often could see the wheels turning in your head as you processed what was being said and as you were running through thousands of contingency plans. You’d earned his trust long ago and never would you have to fight to keep it, your word was one of reason and when you spoke he would listen and he would trust that you’d have everyone’s best interest at heart.
“Don’t you think that’s slightly suspicious” was your counter to his current plan, the probable merger and then overtake of one business with Shelby Company Limited.
Expansion wasn’t suspicious, it was the fact that Tommy thought he could waltz in like he already owned the place and just offer cash. If there was no worry about presenting as a reputable business than this was a perfect plan of action, although in order to not draw attention, to not have questions incoming by police, you believed that Tommy might want to set up a true meeting. What went on in that meeting, whether threats or actual business, that was something he could decide.
In return for your statement Tommy nodded, dispersing the family before stepping in line with you, walking out the door. He didn’t need to thank you, his thanks were already evident in the fact that he was asking if you would not like to head up this project yourself or perhaps work one on one with him to fully comprehend the general idea of where the Shelby family was headed. He needed a second opinion, he needed someone who wasn’t afraid to pick apart every single thing that he had already planned out.
He needed someone to trust and above all he knew that he could trust you.
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if you could do like a dumbification reader and thomas shelby i’d die happy please and thank u :)
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Think Straight
Tommy Shelby x Fem!Reader
! Smut Warning !
Tags: Dumbificiation, P in V, Unprotected Sex, Cream Pie
"You just couldn't think of anything else, could you?" Tommy scoffed, wooden door rattling shut behind the pair of you.
Your linen coated back pressed up to the wood, a familiar set of eyes honing in on your own.
"Wanted me to fuck you, is that it?" He spoke, raising one complacent brow. His hands immediately found your waist, drawing your eager bodies closer to one and other.
An intense arousal simmered between your legs, triumphant in the knowledge you'd be getting what you'd longed for. You could resist sporting a smile, nodding softly in response.
"Tommy," You began, unsure where you'd even take the sentence, though before you had time to contemplate the matter, Tommy slid a single finger into your mouth.
"Shh," He hushed, "I've heard enough from you."
Your eyes widened momentarily, feeling the callous pad of his thumb roll onto your tongue.
Using the unoccupied hand to lower the waistband of his trousers, he released his hard length with a low, relieved groan, feeling you whimper slightly against his thumb.
You reached out a hand, impatient to have him against your palm, though he dismissed it with a hint of a smirk, "So eager, eh?"
Tommy wasn't wrong; you were. Despite his presence being right before you, it wasn't enough. It wouldn't be until he was inside you.
Sliding one vacant hand beneath your skirt, he pulled the sodden cotton of your panties aside, completely baring you to his touch. "Fuck," He uttered, "You're soaking."
You murmured something practically unintelligible against his thumb as it lay against your tongue.
"Do what you're good for a spread those legs for me." Tommy commanded, a blatantly clear sense of amusement laced in his tone. And it was driving you beyond wild.
You hastily obeyed, parting your thighs, curious eyes flitting directly to the piercing pair before you.
He seized his thick, bare length within his hand, angling his tip with your drenched, welcoming cunt. With a deep, gruff groan, Tommy slid right past your drenched walls, stretching your tight cunt.
Tenderly, you moaned against his thumb once again as he filled you so flawlessly. Your heavy lids screwed together with nothing but sheer pleasure as he planted his first thrust, rocking you against the door. You instinctively swung your legs round his pelvis, desperate to feel him further.
"Gonna fuck all the thoughts out that pretty little head, eh?" Tommy assured, the pulse of his tip hitting tauntingly in your soaked pussy as his hips bucked up.
Your lips sealed as his thumb slithered from the warmth of your mouth, grabbing handfuls of your behind with both large, splayed hands. Your head lolled back, finding rest against the door, teeth sinking ferociously into your lower lip. You clenched around him, squeezing his length as his hips jerked erratically, lips curving into a slight smirk at your noises.
"Poor thing." Tommy mock frowned, "Can't think straight can you?"
You whined with broken breaths, shaking your head less than subtly, mouth falling open as his thick tip striking your g spot in a perfect rhythm. You writhed a little as he gave your ass another squeeze, arousal spiking even higher.
"That's it, all you can do is take it, hm?" He teased, greedily pulling your heat against him with each escalating thrust, "Making a pretty little mess of yourself on my cock, eh?""
His words merely fuelled the sultry fog in your head, sopping cunt twitching around his shaft,
"F-fuck.." You practically babbled out, "So good.."
"I know," Tommy chuckled in acknowledgment, switching one hand to gently cup the flush of your cheek, "Making that perfect cunt feel so good, isn't that right?"
Suddenly, the very same hand was shifting between your legs, fingertips toying with the drastic swell of your clit, only enhancing your pleasure.
Your eyes couldn't resist but flutter shut, back hollowing an arch against the door.
"Look at that.. all fucked out." He taunted, entirely unable to do anything except lust over the sight of you, watching wildly as his cock brought you closer and closer.
His skilful digits didn't relent upon playing with your swollen clit, drawing the most intoxicating moans from your throat. His bare length twitched inside you with each following thrust, evidently losing composure.
"You want me to fill this sweet little cunt?" Tommy grunted, edging nearer and nearer as your walls spasmed around him, "Give you something to think about for once?"
Nodding, you uttered trails of quiet, messy 'pleases' between your shallow panting, feeling an euphorically familiar knot become apparent in your stomach, winding tighter and tighter as you were so fulfillingly stretched around Tommy's cock.
As the pressure of his fingers quickened against your sensitive cunt, the knot so suddenly snapped, body shaking as you were hit by the ferocity of your orgasm.
Your now over-responsive pussy quivered weakly, a loud moan escaping you, Tommy doing the same. With one faulty rock of his hips, a familiarly warm burst found your cunt.
Chest rising and falling rather dramatically, your breaths gradually grew steadier.
Tommy studied you intently, offering a proud smile as he snaked a hand upwards, gently tapping the side of your head, tutting, "Nothing going on up there, hm love?"
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