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zablife · 2 years

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The Dilemma

Tommy Shelby x female reader x Jack Nelson

Summary: Tommy gets Jack’s mistress arrested for smuggling opium into Boston to give Jack a dilemma. After Jack fails to come to her aid, Tommy visits with an indecent proposal. What happens when this sugar baby gets in over her head with the heartless Birmingham gangster?

Author’s Note: This is based on a request I received from @shelbydelrey based on “Suga Daddy” by Noah Davis. I changed it a little when I got inspiration from the S6 scene between Tommy and Gina where he reveals he turned Michael in. In this fic, the reader, Jack’s mistress, is the one who gets arrested.

Warnings: 🔞, S6 spoilers, mention of drugs, language, imbalance of power, coercion, smut, dark themes

Moodboard credit: the talented @dearshelby

Tommy stood at a desk at the police station on Miquelon Island, clenching one gloved hand by his side and cradling the receiver with the other. He glanced out the window into the fog briefly as he explained, “There is a boat leaving the island now, heading across the border. When it docks at St. John’s a woman named y/n l/n will board a ferry to Boston. Listen very carefully. The woman is wearing a blue dress, a fur coat and carrying a small, black suitcase. Inside her case is five pound of pure, refined opium.”

Tommy assured the border patrol he was a concerned citizen named Mr. Jones. Two weeks after your arrest, there was a man by that name to see you in prison. You were curious to know who he was, but you hoped it was someone Jack had sent to bail you out. After a year by Jack’s side, you knew he would never leave you behind. You wanted to believe that anyway as you had no other recourse. Jack had to come for you or you’d spend the rest of your life in this filthy cell.

When the door swung open, you pushed your shoulders back haughtily and presented your wrists for the heavy metal handcuffs while looking away. You might be dressed like an inmate, but in your mind you held to your dignity, not wanting to show your jailers how they were chipping away at your morale.

You heard the mysterious Mr. Jones before you saw him. You tried to focus on the voice, but you didn’t recognize the British accent. You were unable to concentrate further as the woman leading you into the private room, pushed you along harshly making you stumble.

As you entered, you saw the dark haired man nod to the guard and everyone left the small windowless room. You looked over your shoulder nervously, aware you were suddenly alone with an intimidating man in a dark coat and cap. Although the room was dimly lit, you caught a glint of metal in his cap and your breath caught in your chest. He was a member of the Peaky Blinder, one of the gangs Jack had told you to stay away from. You hadn’t been afraid before, but now you were terrified.

The man broke the silence saying, “You’re more beautiful in person than Jack mentioned.” You backed away as much as you could without showing your apprehension.

“Where is Jack?” You demanded to know.

“Oh, he’s still in London making his import deals and I have a feeling that’s where he’ll stay. You see, I’ve given him a dilemma to see who he would choose and it’s clear to me now, as it should be to you, that he’s chosen his reputation over his affairs in South Boston,” Tommy said removing his hat so you could see his bright, blue eyes.

You stared at him mesmerized by the dangerous air about him. Something about questionable men had always intrigued and excited you. It was no wonder you had ended up with one of Boston’s most notorious gangsters.

“You’re wrong about that. He’ll bail me out soon,” you said confidently, wanting the man to know you were, in fact, very important to Jack.

The man chuckled darkly, “I don’t think so, sweetheart. I’ve seen his pictures in those high society magazines and you’re never with him. You’re his dirty little secret and I doubt he would risk the favor of the Oval Office for a simple whore.”

You knew he was trying to upset you and while the thought of Jack leaving you in prison made you angry, you didn’t want to show your hand. “So what do you want with a simple whore? If I’m no good without Jack, why are you here?” You asked and continuing with a cocky assuredness you proclaimed, “I know that you’re washed up too, you know? Jack says your organization is nothing but a back street razor gang no one wants to do business with anymore.” It was your bratty nature that Jack loved so much and you tortured the man in front of you as a way to honor him. You watched to see if your barb had the desired effect, but the man showed you no emotion whatsoever.

“Is that so? Well, this back street razor gang got you banged up smuggling opium because Jack Nelson never told you what was in that little case.” He waited a moment to see the look of betrayal wash over you. Feeling pleased with himself, he continued, “You might want to reassess your loyalties. Now, what do you say to a proper introduction? My real name is Thomas Shelby. Perhaps you’ve heard of me?”

You gulped at the thought of standing before the infamous Mr. Shelby. He was revered as a man who was ruthless and unreadable. You tried not to let him see the effect his intimidation was having on you though. “Yeah, I know who you are. Maybe you’d like to explain why you’ve come before I get bored enough to call for the guard,” you bluffed, trying to rush him into revealing his hand.

Tommy remained silent as he took a cigarette from its case and lit it as though he had all the time in the world. You huffed at his affected air of boredom. After a long pause, he finally spoke. “My proposal is simple, love. I’ll bail you out if you agree to my terms.” You eyed him suspiciously, raising an eyebrow betraying your inner curiosity.

“You fall on your knees and open your mouth, say “yes, sir,” to him….Only difference is now it’ll be me.”

You wanted to slap him for suggesting such a thing. Although he was handsome and you might have considered him under different circumstances, you deeply resented the way in which he was blackmailing you. “I’d rather die here,” you said determinedly.

“Oh, yeah? By whose hand?” He tilted your chin to look at him, cigarette burning between his fingers perilously close to your cheek. You met his gaze fully for the first time glaring at him defiantly. He knew he had you cornered though. “Come with me and I’ll show you what it's like to live in style,” he boasted, pulling his hand away to take one last drag of his cigarette.

“What makes you think I’d choose you over Jack?” you asked incredulously. “He's a king in South Boston. No one can touch him,” you said proudly.

“Well, love, I hate to break this to you, but the balance of power between the Irish, the Jewish and the Italians will soon be shifting heavily in favor of the East. I have excellent contacts within the Solomons family who run East Boston. Your beloved Mr. Nelson will no longer be the king of anywhere,” he said as he crushed his cigarette under his foot for emphasis. “Besides, I think you already know your lover has left you here to rot so what do you have to lose, eh?” Tommy said with a smirk.

You wanted to unleash your emotions on him, but thought better of it. What if Tommy Shelby was now your only hope? He had just told you how Jack used you to smuggle drugs you knew nothing about and Tommy had outlined a good argument for why Jack would never return. In your precarious state, you had no choice but to believe him.

If you agreed to be Tommy's girl, you could get out of this disgusting prison and be treated like a woman again. You quickly weighed the options before nodding slowly. “Yes, I’ll come with you, but I warn you…I’m expensive” you said trying to bargain with him for the best outcome for yourself.

“Money’s not a problem, love. Now, let’s get you back to Birmingham,” Tommy said pulling on his leather gloves. You couldn’t believe how things had changed so quickly.

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Tommy was true to his word, bailing you out of prison the same day. The charges were quashed in no time and you were shipped back to England. Tommy moved you into his manor with staff at the ready. Although you missed Jack, Tommy tried to make you forget about him, outfitting you in the finest fashions from Paris and showering you with jewels. You began to see why Tommy Shelby was so revered as you couldn't deny the power and wealth he held.

Although you had your own room, you quickly understood that you couldn’t expect privacy. The first time he had sought you out in the middle of the night for a little stress relief, you were taken aback. Jack had normal sleeping hours and you were accustomed to snuggling into his chest sometime after midnight until six o’clock in the morning. Tommy Shelby did not have any sort of set schedule as far as you could tell. He rarely slept and never ate meals with you. However, he expected you to be ready for him at all times.

One early morning after you had been asleep for some time, he entered your bedroom making his way over to your sleeping form. You awoke to his muscular torso balancing above you and you gasped at the sudden feel of his weight resting on you. Looking at the clock you protested, “It’s four am, Mr. Shelby,” voice still full of sleep. He ignored your yawn and began to unbutton his trousers.

“Thought I made it clear it doesn’t matter what time of day, you’d be available to me,” he said continuing to undress. He kissed you as he rid himself of his clothing, guiding your hand to his erect cock. You pumped him languidly, still waking up fully.

He dipped his head to your neck and bit a bruise into your soft skin as you yelped. “Love your reaction when I do that, love,” he said voice full of mischief. He pulled away from your touch with a groan so he could undress you. Your nightie wouldn’t come loose on the first try so he hastily ripped it open, impatient to take your breast into his mouth. You tilted your head back in pleasure, gripping the back of his head. You had to admit that Tommy was an amazing lover, but you didn’t want to voice that to him. His ego was big enough already.

When Tommy was done ravaging you, he stood to leave and you looked at him forlornly. “Aren’t you going to stay?” You asked concerned.

“I’ve work to do, just needed a break, sweetheart,” he said dressing quickly. You dipped your head, afraid you’d showed your fondness for him too soon.

“That’s good, I wanted to get some rest,” you said coldly, lying to him.

“Alright then,” Tommy said closing your bedroom door. You sat up the rest of the night wondering if this was how it was going to be between you. Jack had at least made you part of his life, taking you out on the town and discussing his business with you. You knew Tommy was not going to treat you in the same manner. He was only interested in keeping you like a toy in a box.

You wondered if there was anything you could do to change that. Then you remembered the valuable information you held. Knowing you had something more powerful than sex to offer Tommy, your new plan to win his affection began to take shape. You would tell him what Jack had planned. You were certain that would win him over. It also came with the allure of exacting revenge on Jack for cruelly leaving you in prison.

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One night as you were getting ready for bed, you heard Tommy arrive home. Peeking out from your bedroom, you realized there were no maids lurking in the halls. You were usually intercepted by his staff who had been given instructions to keep you away unless he called for you. Tonight you would have the opportunity to approach him. You tiptoed downstairs to Tommy’s office carefully. He greeted you when you when you reached the threshold, having heard the creaking floorboards outside. “Good evening, y/n, What are you doing down here?”

You walked towards him slowly trying to find the words necessary to reveal the valuable information you held. You decided to get right to the point, “Tommy, I’ve been thinking that I might be of more use to you than you realize. I know things about Jack’s business that he never told anyone else. I could help you if you’d like,” you said waiting anxiously for his reply.

Tommy nodded his head slowly asking you to continue. While he wasn’t as grateful as you had hoped, you could tell what you were saying interested him. He asked a few questions and you answered them as best you could. You must have done something right because he began to smile. You felt a warmth come over you thinking this was the beginning of a real partnership between you. However, as you were daydreaming, Tommy’s mind had wandered elsewhere.

“Need you to use that beautiful mouth to help me relax now, love. Come ‘ere,” he said reaching a hand for you. When you came close he grabbed your hair harshly and wrapped it around his fist, forcing you to the ground. He didn’t give you much time to think or protest as he freed himself from his trousers and placed his length on your tongue. He never let go of your head as he forced you to take him into your throat over and over. Your scalp burned and your knees hurt from his harsh treatment. He was far more rough than Jack had ever been. And although there was something exciting about his raw sexuality, you couldn’t help but think it was nothing without love.

You didn’t have time to ponder Tommy’s fondness for you as he was quickly reaching his end. He instructed you to swallow and you did obediently, watching his eyes close in pleasure. As soon as he was done with you, he wiped a thumb across your bottom lip and you swore you saw affection in his eyes. You thought he might say a kind word as he tucked himself away, but he remained silent as he did so many times after he had used you. As he collapsed in his office chair he said, “You can go now,” dismissing you with a wave of his hand.

You’d never felt like more of a whore and it infuriated you. You couldn’t help the fire rising in you as you spit out, “You use me and then you send me away. I thought we’d have a relationship, Tommy.”

Tommy sighed heavily, “Yeah, well, this is what you agreed to,” he reminded you. You suddenly realized how ridiculous you must sound considering your arrangement began purely as a financial one, but you were entitled to change your mind now that you had lived with such a difficult man.

“No, not this way….you never talk to me to ask how I am or to say thank you,” you said gesturing toward your bruised knees.

“That’s what the money’s for, sweetheart,” he retorted, lighting up a cigarette. You pursed your lips in frustration and stormed out knowing Tommy wouldn’t follow. You’d had enough of his moodiness for one night.

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You woke the next morning to Frances’s soft voice, “Mr. Shelby asked for you to dress and meet him downstairs by nine, ma’am.” She crossed the room to select the new outfit Tommy had bought for you. You made yourself presentable and descended the stairs to find Tommy waiting for you.

“You requested my presence, your majesty,” you said sarcastically.

Tommy rolled his eyes at your comment, replying, “We have an important meeting at the office. Hurry up,” and exited the house without waiting for you.

You didn’t speak on the drive into town and you wondered why you were suddenly being asked to accompany him for business. You thought maybe he was taking you seriously after all. However, when you arrived at Shelby Company Limited, you realized you were there for one purpose only.

Jack Nelson was escorted into the room soon after and his face dropped at the sight of you on Tommy’s arm. You gulped wondering what he must think seeing you with his rival. If Jack was upset by your new partner, he didn’t show it. He kissed your hand like the gentleman you remembered him to be. Then you sat listening to him conduct business in the same confident way he always did.

You found yourself admiring him from across the table, missing the days when you sat next to him. Your mind had wandered to your memories of the mischief you caused together. He was particularly skilled at getting you worked up in public. His favorite past time was fingering you under the table as you sat on his lap. Closing your eyes to savor the thought of him pleasuring you, you heard the men conclude the meeting and you were thrust back into reality.

Jack was yelling at Tommy and then he looked over at you pointing a finger, “And fuck you too, y/n!” Your eyes went wide as you realized Tommy had used the information you’d given him to ruin Jack. You instantly regretted your foolish decision, but realized there was nothing that could be done now.

Jack stormed out of the office without another word and you eyed a triumphant Tommy. Feeling ill about your choice to knowingly betray Jack, you pushed away from the table and rushed outside after him.

“Jack! Jack, wait I want to explain…” you called after him. Jack turned to you with a steely gaze. You were taken aback by the loss of light in his eyes. Without a better plan, you resorted to seduction to get him to warm to you. Gathering your courage, you sauntered up to him and ran a manicured finger down his tie. While you looked him in the eye, you licked your lips before saying, “I’m sorry about all this. But you gotta know I missed you so much, baby. Take me home to Boston so I can make you feel good again.”

You reached your hand out to brush his and he pulled away from you in disgust. “I hope you like this shithole, doll, because this is the only home you have now.”

His harshness hurt you and you retaliated with heated indignation, “You left me in prison, Jack! How can you blame me for the things I had to do to survive?” It wasn’t exactly true as you had enjoyed some of your time with Tommy, but you missed the way Jack used to care for you and you were desperate for his love.

“I would have gotten you out, you know that, y/n. Instead you gotta go shack up with this asshole?” He rubbed a hand over his face as though he were suddenly very tired of arguing. “You broke my heart,” he said truthfully. “I’d be a goddamn fool to trust you again.” Upon hearing his feelings, you slid down the brick wall slowly, all energy draining from you as you realized he wouldn’t take you back.

Jack towered over you and said menacingly, “If you show your face in Boston again, I’ll kill you.” You knew this was his reaction to being hurt, but you also knew his words carried weight. No one crossed Jack Nelson.

As you watched him walk away to his car, Tommy appeared in front of you. “Are you ready to go home?” He said looking uninterested in anything except his cigarette.

“Arrow House isn’t my home,” you said letting a tear escape down your cheek.

“Well, you’ve nowhere else to go now that Boston is off limits. I think Mr. Nelson put an end to that particular dilemma.” Tommy said coldly. He pulled you to your feet and lead you to his waiting car, ready to take you back to your misery. You had played a dangerous game switching loyalties and now you had to suffer the consequences.

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theshelbyclan · 2 years

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Miss Shelby

Summary: While Tommy’s working on legal business and politics, Teddy’s taken over the old business in Small Heath. But when she gets personally involved, she puts herself in danger

A/N: This one’s pure self-indulgence. I had a dream about Teddy being about 20 and realised that would be set in season 5. So, here’s me imagining what Teddy would be like at that point in the series, at that age. She the last of the Shelby’s to have remained in Birmingham and she’s taken over the illegal business, while trying to keep the peace back home. She’s in charge of the betting, the racketeering and the protection now, and everyone in Small Heath knows they can rely on her, while also fearing her to some degree. In a way, she’s become what Tommy once was. Anyways, this is for me mainly, but if you like this one, let me know!

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*****

“Mind the shop, I’ll be back in half an hour,” Teddy threw the keys at Scudboat, put on her peaky cap and walked out the door of the old family home in Watery Lane.

A young woman in men’s clothing walking around Small Heath would’ve attracted some attention, if it wasn’t for the fact that it was Teddy Shelby. Smoking silently, she made her way to the Garrison and as she did, people greeted her left and right, politely and with respect, “Good morning, Miss Shelby.”

Teddy nodded in reply and kicked at a football that was send her way by some kids playing in the lane. After Tommy had made them rich, after they’d worked their way up in politics, they’d agreed that the Shelby’s needed to keep heir homefront safe and theirs. This was Teddy’s job: at only 20 years old, she now ruled Small Heath with an iron fist, taking care of their own people first.

“Whiskey,” she told the barmaid, before entering the snug. Tommy looked up, and as soon as he saw it was his sister, he let some of the pretence drop. He slouched down in his chair and lit a cigarette, visibly relaxing. He’d spend all morning listening to people and their complaints. The things he had to endure as their MP...

“Tommy,” Teddy greeted him fondly. Every week, they’d meet up like this. Together, they would make sure they were on the same page and they discussed strategies like the olden days.

“Teddy,” Tommy nodded, a hint of a smile flashing across his features. He’d never say it out loud, but meeting with his youngest sister was usually the best part of his week. Sometimes, he thought about when she’d been little and he’d tried to keep her out of the family business. He’d always known that he was just putting off the inevitable.

“How’s the head?” Teddy asked in a sarcastic manner she shared with Ada.

“There’s nothing wrong with my head.”

“Hmm, could’ve fooled me...” Teddy shrugged, “In that case, how’s politics?”

Tommy fixed her with one of his stares and eventually said, “Family first. I heard you were seen with the son of the duke. Is my information correct?”

“Just for one night, Thomas,” Teddy rolled her eyes, because even though she was twenty now, Tommy still felt the need to treat her like a kid to be kept under observation, “Just a bit of fun.”

Tommy didn’t approve, but knew it wasn’t his place to speak. Also, he knew it wouldn’t make a difference. That was the one thing that had never changed about Teddy: if she wanted to do something, no one was going to stop her from doing it. A duke’s son, in this case apparently.

Instead he asked, “Careful there. Don’t want to get involved with the aristocracy. They’re all mad.”

“Tommy, sweetheart, I am the aristocracy. I’ll be queen of the Boswell Romani’s one day. And this boy? He’s not good enough.”

“No man’s good enough,” Tommy nodded. And he meant it.

Teddy downed her drink, “Business?”

He cleared his throat and put on his glasses to read his notes, “Do you know a Mrs Connors? Lives near the washing house.”

“I do,” Teddy made a point of knowing everyone is Small Heath. And everyone knew her.

“Her husband beats her. I said we’d speak with him.”

She nodded slowly, “I’ll speak with him. Again.”

Tommy looked at his sister for a second. Something cold had made its way into her eyes and he knew, if there was one thing Teddy couldn’t stand, it was people who beat their wives or kids. She’d put a stop to it, today.

“Did you get the horse I told you about?” he continued.

“Yeah, but she won’t race, Tommy. She won’t take the saddle, I’ve tried. She not built for it. But I like her, so she’s mine now.” And when Tommy frowned she continued, “Let me and Curly find you a proper horse to race, alright? You’ve forgotten, Tommy, you need to see the horse first. Going off on the proper paperwork and breeding... it won’t work. You need to actually go out and see the horse.”

“If you have some something to say, Teddy, spit it out,” her brother sensed some type of judgement in her voice, “Saying I don’t know horses anymore? Saying I need to go and live in some fucking gypsy camp as well, just to gain your respect, eh?”

“Calm down,” she soothed, “I just think you need to get out more. Sitting all cooped up in parliament isn’t good for anyone. I’ll find us another horse, alright? I’ll take the horse up to that filthy gypsy camp where your younger sister now lives and have her washed for your inspection. And then you come with me and see about the horse and then you can decide.” She added sweetly, “Would that make you feel better, Thomas?”

For a second, she feared she’d gone too far and he’d explode in anger. But a small smirk appeared on his face and underneath his breath, she heard him mumble, “Cheeky devil...” She always could get away with murder when it came to Tommy.

Teddy smiled and said, “We had some trouble with a new gang. Some kids, coming up from Digbeth. Nothing to worry about, but they kept on robbing the widows.”

“Did you put a stop to it?”

“I put my men on it,” Teddy had a small army of men at her disposal, and with them, she kept control and she kept the peace, “They’re with us now.”

“Good.”

But Teddy wasn’t finished, “The problem’s the housing, Tommy. These kids grow up mean in these fucking slums. Can’t you and your posh cronies do something about it?”

Tommy could never shake the feeling that even though he had all this power and influence now, his youngest sister didn’t quite take him seriously. She looked up to him, obviously she did, but more in spite of his good standing than because of his good standing.

For a few minutes more, they talked of particular people in trouble, as well as national politics. Names were mentioned and money was exchanged, but before the end of their meeting, they were interrupted.

“Miss Shelby!” a little boy came barging into the room.

“You want to try that again?” Teddy told him in a strict tone, “Outside. Knock on the door and wait for me to call you in.”

Tommy shot her an amused glance, but the boy obeyed and waited outside this time, until Teddy told him he could come in. Breathless, he tried again, “They’ve done the cafe again! Bricks through the windows and they’ve taken their money. The woman, she’s crying and mentioned your name.”

“For fuck’s sake...” Teddy stubbed out her cigarette angrily. Then she produced her revolver from her pocket and started checking the bullets. To the boy she said, “Tell her I’ll take care of it personally.” After that, the boy left.

Tommy blew some smoke in her general direction and casually asked, “Personally?”

“These are good people, Tom. I won’t have them paying us for protection only to get the last of their savings stolen by some fucking factory scum.”

“So, send your men to do them,” he waved a hand, “No need to get your hands dirty.”

Teddy coughed a laugh, “We agreed, Tommy, I’d take care of business at home. Let me handle this the way I see fit.”

“You’re going to get yourself killed,” and as much as her brother tried to keep his voice emotionless, some worry did slip through.

Tucking away her gun again, Teddy smiled lazily at him, “And if I do, that too, Tommy, won’t be any of your concern.” She stood up, grabbed his glass and downed his whiskey as well. Then she assured, “Until next week, brother.”

Tommy sighed, shook his head and shouted after his unruly little sister, “No more fucking MP’s sons, you hear me?” But he knew she wouldn’t listen. She did a great job at keeping Small Heath under their control, he never had to worry about that, but she never, ever, fucking listened.

*****

Back at the house in Watery Lane,Teddy opened the cabinet in the front room with one of the keys hanging from her trousers, and she took out a rifle. The big guns always did leave more of an impression on people. Carefully, she flipped it over and checked it, just like John had taught her once. Then she shouted out to Scudboat, who quickly joined her, “Take this one. Fill the one chamber with rock salt, alright? And the other with a normal bullet. We have a man to see about a cafe...”

His eyebrows rose, but he did as she asked without protest. Scudboat was one of the most loyal employees the Shelby’s had ever had. He’d been with them in France and ever since, he’d been a trustworthy presence at the betting den. Without speaking, he’d watched Teddy grow up. From a cheeky mischievous little kid, he’d seen her grow into a young woman with a head for business. And he remembered telling Tommy, the day they’d come back from France: you watch that one. She’s either going to fuck up everything or take over one day. Obviously, he’d been right about the latter.

As Teddy summoned some more of her men, she also send for some kids to gather information for her. With her small army of four, she sat at the table that was once used for family meetings. But when Billy came out with the whiskey, she told him, “No whiskey. Beer only. Save that for after, we have a job to do.” “Right,” she announced, “Today we’re putting a stop to these fucking nuisances. These people think they can fuck with us? I’m making them an example. Danny, you’re coming with me and we’ll talk to the woman. Make sure she knows she’s alright. Scudboat and Ian, I want you down at the docks. Don’t let them get away before I can speak to them.” And so Teddy laid out her plans, while the others sat and listened.

About half an hour later, she waltzed into the cafe. In there, the woman was still crying. When she looked up and saw Teddy, she immediately offered up all of her savings for even more protection. But Teddy refused to take the money; she told her they’d been the ones who fucked up and let this happen. She refused to take a penny. “Thank you, Miss Shelby...” the woman kept muttering, but Teddy waved a hand. She didn’t want her gratefulness; she wanted the bastards who did this.

When they made her way back onto the streets again, she heard some kids whisper, “Look, it’s Miss Shelby! They say she used to be one of us...”

“I am,” Teddy turned to them, which made them all practically jump in fear, “Don’t be afraid. If you fuck me over, then be afraid. But if you have any trouble, you come to me.” And that was exactly how she’d gained her control over Small Heath.

Information had come to her that the robbers could be found near the Cut. “Tell them to clear the houses, just in case,” Teddy told her associate, not wanting to have any innocent bystanders shot in the process. Then she held her head up high, felt for the reassuring comfort of her gun and walked over to the men sitting by the docks.

Confidently, she announced her presence, “Gentlemen.”

One of them laughed at her, “It’s that Shelby bitch!” He wasn’t from around here; he clearly had no idea who he was dealing with.

Teddy smiled back politely, “Indeed it is. I’m here to talk business, regarding the cafe down the road.”

Again, one of them chuckled and he got up menacingly now, “Yeah, so we took it. What did you plan on doing about it, little girl?”

Taking her rifle, Teddy warned him casually in advance, “This is going to hurt.” And before he could laugh at her again, she shot the rock salt bullet into his leg. Writhing in agony on the ground, she then turned to the others. Like nothing had happened, she continued, “You’re in Small Heath, gentleman, and nothing happens here without my consent. Now, you may have gotten used to some freedom back in where ever the fuck it is you came from, but not here. Here, the Peaky Blinders are in control.”

But one of them decided to be an idiot after all and made a grab for his own gun. Scudboat shot him before he could even aim it. Teddy took her rifle and shot the second one. Then she aimed her trusted revolver and number three and asked, “What is it going to be?” He took one look at his friend, still squirming in pain in the mud, and put down his gun. Teddy whispered a, “good boy”, and walked away, letting her boys deal with the clean-up.

As she walked away, she heard one of them shoot the man she’d shot in the leg. There was no point in keeping him in agony; it’d served its purpose. Teddy lit a cigarette and tucked away her revolver. She never even heard the shot being fired at her, but when it hit her shoulder, she fell to the ground and the world became blurry at once.

*****

When she opened her eyes again, she was laying down on the table at the Garrison. Finn was hunched over her. As soon as she woke up, he called out, “Get her a bottle!”

“Bastard fucking shot me,” Teddy ground out, “in the fucking back!”

“Don’t move,” her brother ordered her, “The bullet’s still in. I’ve called for Jeremiah.”

Internally, Teddy tried to prepare herself for what was about to come. The pain was setting in now and it was making it hard to think. Gratefully, she took the bottle that was handed to her. “Make it quick,” she stumbled as she drank.

Finn and another one of her men helped her onto her side. “You do it,” she told Finn, not trusting anyone else to hold her down as Jeremiah got to work.

And to work, he got. As he was digging into her shoulder, Teddy’s primal shrieks filled the Garrison. For a moment, she thought she was going to pass out, but she wouldn’t allow herself to do so. Instead she clung onto consciousness, telling herself this was only temporary. She’d been shot before, but never like this. And just as her vision was starting to go dark again, she saw Jeremiah holding up a bullet triumphantly.

“It’s done...” she whispered to herself.

“Uhm,” Finn tried carefully, “Not really.” And before she could question him, he spilled the whiskey into the open wound on her back. Teddy screamed out in pain, the worst yet, and tears leaked from her eyes. But Finn held her and pressed his forehead into hers, while comforting her, “Now it’s done. Breathe, Teddy, breathe... you’re alright, baby. It’s done...”

And Teddy breathed.

Carefully, she hoisted herself up from the table, so that she could be bandaged. One of her men told her about what had happened to the robbers. None of them were kept alive, which was as it should be.

After they’d done, Teddy looked at Finn and noticed he had a certain nervousness about him. Then she concluded, “You’ve told Tommy.”

“I wasn’t sure you were going to make it, Teddy.”

“Fucking hell...” she sighed, “He’s coming down here, isn’t he?”

Slowly, her brother nodded, “Couldn’t stop him.”

“Give me the bottle,” Teddy demanded, because if she had to face her older brother, she was really going to need it. And just as she had, said brother marched into the Garrison like he was on a mission.

Ignoring Teddy, he asked Finn, “Will she be alright?”

“Jeremiah took the bullet out. No internal bleeding. She’ll be fine.”

“Good!” Tommy faked cheerfulness. And then he slapped Teddy once on the back of her head.

“Ow!” she called out, wincing as she moved her shoulder, “I just fucking got shot!”

“I know you fucking did,” he said in a low voice and then bellowed, “Why the fuck do you think I’ve had to drag myself back into Small Heath!”

Teddy sighed deeply, realising a Thomas Shelby patented lecture was incoming, and she told her men, “Get back onto the streets and clean up the mess from this afternoon. Make sure the people know we’ve handled things.”

Tommy sank down in a chair and lit a cigarette, with an exasperated sigh, “ ‘We’ve handled things’... eh? You’ve fucking handled things? I fucking told you, Teddy, let other people do your dirty work for you!”

Finn, at once, tried to protect his sister, “Tommy, she usually doesn’t...”

But Tommy cut him off, “You fucking wait outside and let me talk to your sister, alright? Now, piss off, Finn.”

“Why are you here, Tom?” Teddy asked in earnest, after Finn had left. None of his preaching was going to change things.

“Wasting my fucking time on you!” he spat in reply, “I need you to manage the business, here, in Small Heath, but stop getting involved. Alright? This is no place for a little girl.”

“Oh fuck you!”

“Yeah? Well, fuck you too!” he shouted in reply, “I have better things to do than after twenty years still having to look out for my baby sister who, has, after twenty. fucking. years. YET TO LEARN TO BEHAVE!”

Teddy stared at him and felt at her shoulder for a moment. Then she said calmly, “Go and do you ‘better things’ then, Tommy. Thank you for coming and good bye. Fuck off.”

He pointed a menacing finger at her and whispered, very much like he’d done when she was little, “You talk to me like that again and I’ll wash your mouth out with soap. You hear me, eh? I don’t give a fuck if you think you’re all grown-up now; I will spank you right here and now and I will make you fucking listen to me.”

Teddy tried to compose herself, but she couldn’t help herself; she burst out laughing, “How are you even going to that when they literally just dug a bullet out of me.”

His irritation didn’t cease much, “I’ll find a way.”

“Tommy,” Teddy said bravely, “If you’re worried about me, just say you’re worried about me. You won’t die, you know, if you express some love. Go on, try it.”

He sighed again, “You’re actually going to drive me fucking insane one of these days, Theodora Shelby.”

“That’s ‘Miss Shelby’ to you,” she corrected him with half a smirk on her face, “Yeah, but you love me.”

He pointed at her again, but didn’t deny it either. Instead he said, “I need you to not get shot again.”

“I’ll try.”

“And you’re coming with me,” Tommy decided, “Back to Arrow House. Until you have recovered. I’ll have one of my maids take proper care of you.”

Teddy’s eyes lit up, but her brother quickly said, “I was talking about breakfast.”

Her face fell a little, “I’m needed here, Tommy.”

He scoffed, “I heard you shot a man with rock salt. Fucking brutal. Bravo. I don’t think you have to worry about anyone stepping out of line for a while.”

Teddy contemplated his offer for a moment. It would be good to get out of the smoke for a few days, “Alright I’ll come, but only because you’ve clearly missed me so much.”

Tommy rolled her eyes again, “I’ll have a car send for you.”

“On two conditions, though, Tommy.”

“What?” he snapped, taking the bottle from Teddy’s hands and bringing it up to his own lips.

“One: I need you to let me handle business down here. People respect me and the Blinders, but not just because I��m your little sister, but because of me. Do you understand? I need to be able to deal with things the way I feel is needed.”

“Fine,” he took another swig, “What’s next?”

“Two,” Teddy continued without mercy, “I need you to take a holiday. With me.”

“I already tried fucking... golfing...” Tommy gestured around vaguely.

“Golfing will drive you mad.”

“It really fucking did.”

“Fuck golfing,” his sister said pointedly, “Come with me out on the road, just for a few days. We don’t have to talk. We’ll just take the vardo. Take your fucking kids, I don’t care, but you need to sleep under the stars again and eat a proper meal.”

Tommy looked at his sister and thought she looked like something... ancient. Like she remembered something from the olden days, even though she was too young to know. She told him, “Remember when you took me out on the January?” It was one of her most favourite memories of the two of them together, “Like that. You need it, Tommy. You’ve forgotten.”

“Forgotten what, eh?” But he didn’t expect an answer. He knew she was right. She never did listen, but she was usually fucking right.

“Do you agree to the terms as presented?” Teddy inquired in a business-like manner.

“Yes,” Tommy handed her back the bottle, “Now give me the bullet.”

Teddy furrowed her brows, “The one Jeremiah took from my shoulder? Why?”

“I’m going to have it framed,” Tommy said casually, “Fucking.. art. And I’ll name it: Teddy’s first and last bullet.”

“Tommy, this is hardly my first...”

He shot her a dangerous look.

“Fine. Frame the bitch.”

For a few more precious moments, they sat in silence. And then Tommy asked Teddy, “What’s happened to us, eh?” In his mind, he was thinking about everything that had changed in the last decade. From a cutthroat razor gang, they were now a political influence to reckon with. The Shelby’s, they were no longer just feared, but respected too. Not one of them had to grow up barefoot and mean: they had money now, houses, horses. Nothing seemed the same, and still, still, they always came back to Small Heath. His sister couldn’t be kept away, for one.

“The world’s changed, Tommy,” Teddy said softly, “but we haven’t.”

He looked at her and laughed, really laughed, like he hadn’t done in years.

And Teddy Shelby grinned back at him, “You and me? We’ll never change. We’ll always be...”

He leaned forwards a lit her cigarette for her, when he finished her sentence, “We’ll always be this.”

“Whatever the fuck ‘this’ is,” Teddy joked, taking a drag.

“It’s you being a pest and me cleaning it up,” he laughed again. Teddy liked the sound of it: she’d missed it.

For a moment, she looked at her brother and saw the boy in the fields again, the optimistic soldier going off to war, the broken man coming back, the ambitious Blinder in Small Heath, the robber, the fighting man and the gangster, and the calculating politician, all in one. To her it was all the same: her favourite brother. And she told him, teasingly, “Nah, it’s you falling apart and me picking you up.”

Suddenly, he was serious, and he blurted out, “So, pick me up.”

“Always,” Teddy promised.

And the two of them smoked and drank their whiskey in silence. The Shelby’s didn’t know much about love, but what they did know, this was it.

Peace.

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Season 6 becomes funnier when you realize that Mosley had lost his seat because he wasn't very popular.

Like it would have been amazing if they had mentioned that so that we could have the fascists be more openly delusional than they initially appear.

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#peaky blinders #thomas shelby #tommy shelby #the peaky blinders #peaky blinder #lizzie shelby #lizzie stark #bbc peaky blinders #ruby shelby #peakyblindersedit #peaky blinders edit #peaky blinders s6 spoilers #peaky blinders s6 #peaky blinders s4 #peaky blinders s5 #peaky fookin blinders

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My Mother’s Keeper

Summary: You’ve been the only mother that Duke Shelby has ever remembered knowing, and he will do whatever it takes to give you the peace you’ve always given him.

Warnings: Mentions of abuse

A/N: Duke won’t be written as Tommy’s newly discovered son, instead he’s always known about him, and he came into the world under different circumstances

“Mrs. Shelby, Mr. Shelby is home”

“Already? It’s only three o’clock”

“I mean the other Mr. Shelby madam”

“Oh, well alright then, thank you Eunice, tell him I’m in the dining room”

“No need, I’ve found ya”

Duke’s chipper voice walks into the room with a pep in his step, he must’ve had a ball during his trip, even though it looked to be a short one. He gets closer to you to give you a peck on the cheek before handing Eunice his coat and cap, telling her that he wasn’t hungry or thirsty after she asked if he wanted anything, he had all of his attention on you, looking to want to have no distractions, he was rushing your maid out of the room without blatantly doing so.

“You’re back already darling?”

“What, you aren’t happy to see me?”

“Of course I am love, I just wasn’t expecting you back so early, wasn’t expecting you back home for three more days”

“Yeah, something came up, had to cut it short”

“Oh that’s too bad, what happened?”

“Nothing you have to worry about yet”

“Okay”

“You aren’t gonna question me about my secrecy?”

“Duke, after all these years I’ve come to accept that if you and your dad are gonna keep something from me then you’ll tell me when you feel like it, begging won’t make you spill the beans so why try anymore”

He hated that he had to keep certain things from you, but he and Tommy were very protective of you and his baby sister, for the longest time you were the lady of the house, your boys out numbered you, but you finally had someone on your side when you fell pregnant with your first child with Tommy. Arabella Frances wasn’t planned but she was a lovely surprise, for the longest time you were so focused on bringing Duke up that another baby didn’t cross your mind for some reason.

Duke was Tommy and Greta Jurossi’s child, they had him when they were very young but in love, she was his first serious girlfriend, to save Greta from being shamed for being an unwed mother, Tommy raced her down to the courthouse the moment they gotten the news, he made sure to bribe the clerk into dating the certificate a month and a couple of weeks sooner so that it won’t look like they had gotten married only because of her pregnancy, which in a way was the truth, but everyone else didn’t need to know that.

Greta lived to see only one year of Duke’s life before she succumbed to consumption, he was lost after that, no mother for his son to nurture him, be the softer figure in his life that he would desperately need in this world and especially this life. Without being asked you had taken on the role of an unofficial step mother to the baby boy, you were one of Tommy’s most reliable and only female friends, you and Duke grew a bond stronger than he ever imagined in his wildest dreams. You never wanted him to not know of his biological mother, having two photos of Greta in your possession to show him every now and then, telling him stories about how much she adored him in every possible way, you didn’t want to ever lie to him and take credit in how he came to be, it wouldn’t be fair to his mothers memory, but all of that didn’t stop him from still calling you mummy and eventually just mum once he felt that “mummy” was too childish, you were the only one he’s ever known, he couldn’t help but to not miss a woman he had no memory of.

“It’s to protect you mum”

“I know my boy, I understand that now, really I do”

You kiss his cheek and lean back into your chair, picking up your new knitting project of making a little sweater for Arabella, he could tell that his secrecy was getting to you and you only left it alone as to not irritate him, eventually you would find out but not right now, he needed to make sure that his plan would follow through, he couldn’t risk you interfering with something that he knew would avenge the person he cares for the most, but would also make his father proud, two of the things that he valued, his dads pride and his mothers joy, Duke eventually excused himself to get himself changed out of his dingy clothes from his hunting trip and head to the Garrison where his dad was expecting him.

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“I’m here!, dad?!”

“Over here Duke”

Tommy lifts an arm to guide him over towards the back of the empty pub. He was left in worry and suspense as to why his son cut the hunting trip with his friends short to come back home, he had called his dad from the nearest pay phone he could find to tell him that there’s been a change in plans and that he was taking the earliest train back to Birmingham, he was growing tired of the boring posh kids that he ended up having to use to network like his dad was doing while moving up in the political world, they wouldn’t know actual hunting and camping techniques to save their lives, but he eventually made an excuse to leave, telling them that during his call to check in back home he learned that his mother had “fallen ill” and he needed to get back home, the sheltered gullible teens felt bad and understood that he needed to go, not knowing of the true reason.

“I’m glad you could make time to sit with me”

“Well when you tell me that there is an urgent matter concerning your mum then of course I’m gonna come home early”

He smirks at his dad, pleased with the love that he held for you, that he’s willing to drop everything if you were in need. He reached into pocket of his coat to hand him a torn out piece of paper, it looked to be very old and the ink was slightly faded. Tommy was confused with what was handed to him until he was able to make out some words clearly, as the details of the page became more specific he couldn’t help but put two and two together, not to mention that the handwriting looked familiar.

“Where is this from son?”

“It’s from an old diary of mum’s…I didn’t mean to discover it”

“Wendell…I recognize that name”

“Wendell Mercer”

“That’s right, how do you know?”

“He’s been locked up in Emerson Prison for the past twenty years for killing her uncle, that was her step dad right?”

“Not legally, they were courting for about a year, by the time they were supposed to be wed he had shot her brother Aaron in a gambling dispute”

“Yeah but you don’t believe that do you?”

“I always felt that there was more to the story, Aaron wasn’t much of a gambler, but that was the story that her mum always stuck to so what was anything left to say?”

“Hm”

“Come on my boy, what aren’t you telling me?”

“It’s better to let you hear what all the hoopla is about from the source”

He stands up and walks out of the pub without saying another word, Tommy snuffs out his cigarette in an ashtray before rushing behind him, it was killing him about what this was all about, the little bit of details he was given wasn’t enough to satisfy him, what the fuck was his son about to get himself into?

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Duke sped all the way to Charlie’s yard with his dad in tow, not saying a word on the way. This was it, the moment he’s been waiting for.

“Duke what the fuck is going on? Ay?!”

“You’ll see, trust me it’s worth the wait”

He marches onto Uncle Charlie’s property, already knowing what was up and made sure Curly opened the gates for them when they pulled up. Charlie gave his great nephew a knowing look along with a nod, further confusing Tommy, whatever was going on he was more than ready to find out, Duke has never looked as ready to put his fists to good use as he did at this moment, it was serious and he wanted his father to be a witness to it.

In the giant storage room towards the end of the yard was the sound of a muffled yell and heavy breathing, the body that it belonged to was one that Tommy hasn’t seen in years. Wendell Mercer, now with a balding head of grey thin hair, wrinkled skin and tattered clothes, prison has clearly shown him no mercy.

“Mr. Mercer, you remember Thomas don’t you? I just call him dad but you remember him as Thomas Shelby from Watery Lane right? Sure you do”

“Duke, what is going on?”

“Like I said, you should hear the truth from the source”

He stomps over to the mentally and physically exhausted old man tied to a chair that was also tied to a pole, he warned him to keep his yelling to himself before yanking off the handkerchief from his dry mouth.

“Go on you miserable old fuck, tell me dad the reasoning for all of this, I don’t have all fucking day, mum sent the cooks home and is making meatloaf tonight and I’m looking forward to my welcome home meal”

“P-please I’m sorry, I swear to you I regret it everyday, Aaron didn’t deserve the fate he was given, I’m sorry I shot him, I’m sorry I killed him”

“FUCK OFF, that’s not the only reason, tell my dad the real reason why you killed her uncle, gambling dispute my fucking ass, even he doesn’t believe that, tell him the reason why you did it!”

Wendell coughed up some blood, his health problems getting worse during recent years, and being cooped up in a hot storage room with hardly and way to breathe properly only irritated it more.

“HURRY THE FUCK UP”

“Alright…alright look, I’m sorry for that too right”

“Sorry for what Wendell?”

It was Tommy’s turn to speak up, walking a little more closer to him to hear his confession.

“H-her mother, YN’s mother had ended up inheriting a small bit of money when an aunt of hers passed on, and me, I was so deep in my gambling debts that I needed to desperately scrape up any large amount of money that I could, when I found out that she hid the money from me and wouldn’t give it up I got enraged, I begin to take my frustrations out on her, I beat her almost to the point of killing her, and when YN came to try and get me off of her mother…I did the same thing to her, Aaron just so happened to have come to check in on his sister and witnessed me in the middle of beating his niece, so he gave me just what I deserved, I was able to get him off of me just long enough to reach for my gun and…Jesus look I’m sorry, I’m so fucking sorry, you have to believe me, time in that hell hole has rehabilitated me, I pray every day for forgiveness, for Aaron, YN and the woman who to this day I still love, I ruined everything because I couldn’t stay away from the race tracks, I-“

He didn’t have a chance to finish his pitiful speech before Duke shot him in his forehead, neither Charlie or Tommy was expecting that, maybe helping him beat the man to death yes but not this, he was looking forward to at least torture the bastard first, but his son beat him to it.

“An eye for an eye ay dad?”

“Duke, give me the gun”

“It’s mine dad, you gave it to me”

“I’ll get you a new one, now give it here so I can get rid of it”

He tosses the empty pistol to Tommy, only needing a single bullet to complete his goal in avenging his mother.

“It was unfair, after all the good mum has done for other’s, all the love and peace she gives to the world and it decides to hurt her in return, and forces her to carry it for the rest of her life”

“I know son, I know, come on, let’s go home alright, to collect yourself…Charlie?”

“Yeah, I know the drill, this will get cleaned up”

“Right, alright let’s go”

He guides Duke out of the yard and towards the car, what he needs right now is to change out of the clothes that now has blood splatter on it, take a hot bath and get a hot meal that his mum promised to make for him before he left.

“Are you proud of me dad? I got rid of my first enemy, the cause of the pain that has burdened mum all these years”

“You make me proud every day son”

Duke smirks at the validation he receives, in his mind he did the right thing, Wendell didn’t deserve another day of oxygen while the man who should be still living out his golden years was six feet underground, just for defending his sister and niece.

Wendell Mercer would be the first of many lives Duke Shelby would take in his lifetime, but this would be the one he’d be the most proud of, because he did it out of love.

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samcoving · 2 years

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Gonna have this on repeat 24/7

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gianluc30 · 2 years

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Iconic duos in Cinema and TV shows

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skinny-bitch-juice · 2 years

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I just realized that Duke will be 23-24 years old when England joins ww2… almost the same age as Tommy when he joined ww1😕

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collectmytears · 2 years

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NO. NOT IN THE FIRST EPISODE

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cupofstarss · 2 years

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“eight tickets for the Barbie movie please”

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The Letter

Jack Nelson x female reader (Jack’s secretary)

Summary: When Jack says you've made an error in his correspondence, you have to correct your mistake to his satisfaction.

Author’s Note: Inspired by an anon comment originally sent to @retromafia regarding Tommy reading Jack’s private letters to his mistress. I have elaborated on that idea here. I hope it’s hot and not cringe, but I’ll let my readers be the judge of that. I had fun writing it anyway! (Je ne regrette rien!)

Warnings: 🔞, S6 spoilers maybe?, dirty talk, smut-impact play, fingering, orgasm denial, degradation

Jack’s office door opened slowly and he sauntered out looking casual in his rolled up shirt sleeves. He puffed away at an expensive cigar as he shoved one hand in his pocket jingling some loose change absently. He often enjoyed a smoke after lunch because he said it helped relax him when he was tense. You didn’t mind. In fact, you were quite fond of the scent. It was a purely masculine aroma of tobacco smoke tinged with sweetness. It made you curious about how he would taste if you kissed him.

As he stood in the doorway he demanded, “Miss y/l/n, I want to see you in my office immediately.” His harshness snapping you back from the brink of a sultry daydream, you quickly adopted a professional tone. “Yes, Mr. Nelson,” you replied, wondering if something were wrong. You grabbed a pad of paper and a pencil, rising from your desk to assist him.

You scurried past him into his office, knowing he hated to be kept waiting. Jack watched as your ass wiggled temptingly in front of him. The material of your pencil skirt was so tight you had to walk with one foot in front of the other as though you were walking on a tightrope and it made your hips sway in an enticing motion as you walked. It made his pants grow uncomfortably tight, imagining the devilish game he was about to play with you.

Jack closed his office door and you faintly heard the lock click into place. It made your cheeks flush because he had never done that before. Oddly, you didn’t feel like running. You felt excited to be alone with him in total privacy. He motioned for you to sit in one of the chairs across from his desk and you quickly took a seat, crossing your legs daintily at the ankles. He extinguished his cigar as he studied you.

Moving again with purpose he declared, “You won’t be needing that today, Miss y/l/n." He snatched the notebook from your hand, tossing it aside, your pencil falling to the floor with the force of his gesture. As you leaned over to pick it up, Jack’s shiny black shoes came into your view. You looked up at the man towering over you imposingly. He grabbed your chin harshly to bring your attention to his face and began, “You thought I wouldn’t notice that piss poor typing you did yesterday?” You gulped, trying to remember what work you had completed the previous day.

“I….no, sir…I mean, I’m sorry sir. I’ll redo it right away if you tell me what I’ve done wrong.” Your breath caught in your chest as he held you firmly in place. The irate look in his eye and the strength of his grip was more arousing than you anticipated. Although the fear mounting inside you held you back from saying anything more.

“I can’t have a letter full of mistakes sent to the fucking president of the United States, do you understand?” He said in a stern voice.

You nodded eagerly, pleading “Please don’t fire me, Mr. Nelson.”

Something about your pitiful tone must have struck a chord in him because he released you and gave you a smirk. “You know, you sound pretty when you beg, doll. You're lucky I’ve decided not to fire you... but you do have to be punished,” he said pulling you up from your seat. Before you realized what he was doing, he had spun you around and placed your hands palms down on his desk.

You felt him pull up your skirt as you gasped, wondering if he was going to have his way with you then and there. Your skirt was too tight to wear underwear and you were instantly laid bare before him. You heard the familiar jingle of a belt buckle and bit your lip to keep from smiling. You’d finally have your desire fulfilled of fucking your handsome boss.

You waited shaking your ass at him wishing he would sink himself into your warmth, but the sensation that came next was a shock. You heard a faint whoosh of something flying through the air before feeling a sting to your ass. You yelped at the soreness caused by his belt as you heard him say, “One strike for every mistake…and you made a lot of ‘em, sweetheart.” You hung your head, nodding as a small gesture of understanding before he resumed. You heard another crack and felt a second sharp pain. This one hurting more than the previous strike because it had landed in roughly the same place.

“Ugh..” You grunted out and Jack let out a dark chuckle.

“Still a long way to go,” he said running a hand over your reddened cheeks. “Take it like a good girl, hm?” he said pinching your bottom. You did as he said, remaining as still as you could, knowing it would only anger him more if you tried to shrink away. After several more lashes a feeling of heat radiated off your backside and a few tears spilled down your cheeks. When Jack noticed, he tossed the belt aside and pulled you into him.

He was more gentle now that his temper had subsided and he wiped a fresh tear from your eye. “You took your punishment well, Miss y/l/n, but now you have to type a new letter,” he said as though he were speaking to a child, explaining the consequences of your actions. You looked up at him bewildered, wondering how you could possibly sit at a typewriter after that, especially knowing how worked up you were.

Jack must have read your mind and explained, “You’ll have to stand at the desk to type it because that cute bottom of yours is going to be sore for a few days." He spanked you lightly and you flinched slightly from the pain. "But I tell you what, for every line you type correctly, I’ll give you a reward, hmm?” Your eyes glimmered with desire wondering what he had in mind.

He guided you to the other side of his desk and brought your hands to the typewriter, stroking your arms and pushing your hair off your neck. He stood so close behind you, you could feel his hardness pressed against you, but he still didn’t take you. He handed you a sheet of paper to load into the machine and advised, “Go on, hands on the keys.” And you complied as you felt him nudge your legs apart with his knee. You nearly stumbled in your heels, but kept your balance.

“What shall l type, sir?” you asked trying to remember what he had written to the president yesterday. It was hard for you to concentrate with your skirt around your waist and your need for him practically dripping down your thighs.

“Type this exactly as I tell you,” he began slowly. “I’m sorry for getting distracted by my boss’s cock, but I can’t help being a needy little whore.” You whipped your head around to look at him. What was he doing?

He grabbed a fistful of your hair and turned your head back toward the typewriter. “I thought I told you to start typing," he said through gritted teeth. Releasing his grasp on your locks he continued, "Do you deny that you took this job so you could fuck me? ‘Cause we both know you’re a shit secretary.” There was something about the low growl of his voice that was turning you on despite his harsh words.

“No, sir,” you answered softly, carefully typing out the humiliating words.

“Well, would you look at that? You can do something right every once in awhile,” Jack said brushing the tip of his nose against the nape of your neck. You soon felt his hand wander over your ass and you hissed at the contact. He hushed you softly as he continued further south to cup your warm heat. You could have sworn you felt him twitch in his pants and you pushed your ass back toward him suggestively as he pushed a thick finger into you. “Fuck, doll face, you’re already soaked. I think you like it when I call you a whore.” You shivered with pleasure at the sensation of him stretching you, but you wanted more. You knew the only way to get it was to type and you listened for him to continue.

“All I can think about is him filling me with cum all day,” he whispered as he fingered you in a torturously slow motion. You stood still for a moment enjoying the pleasure before you felt him still and clear his throat expectantly. You took a breath and began typing again, producing one more line of text.

“Good, baby, that’s good,” he praised you and you felt triumphant thinking the rest of your task would be easy. Jack was just getting started though, leaning in to dictate, “My sweet cunt throbs for him.” You could tell by his tone of voice that his ego was loving every minute of this. Sliding another finger inside you, he pumped a little faster and you had to wait before placing your fingers back on the home keys. You typed as best you could with him torturing you, finishing the line with difficulty as you felt your stomach pooling with warmth.

“Uh, uh…” he tsked at you pointing to a mistake on the last word. You rolled your head back to rest on his broad chest as he scolded you, his hot breath hitting the side of your face. “So fucking pathetic. All you had to do was type it right, you stupid little doll,” He sounded so disappointed in you, but you soon felt his mouth on your neck, sucking a bruise into you and you knew he was just trying to rile you.

“When he fucks me I can feel him deep in my stomach,” he said taking his other hand to press on your lower abdomen as he pushed his fingers deeper and curled them to just the right spot. You swallowed thickly, wanting to cum all over him at that moment, but holding yourself back until he gave you permission. Your hands flew across the keys, hoping you struck the right letters. You were moaning by now, so overstimulated you needed relief.

Jack just laughed at your wanton behavior, saying, “One more line to go. Do you think you can manage that? I don’t know since I’ve got you moaning like a fucking slut for me,” he said voice dangerously deep and lustful.

You didn’t think you would make it and foolishly dropped one hand to toy with your clit, desperate for release. Jack quickly caught your wrist in a vice like grip, however, and growled, “Don’t you fucking dare. You’re not allowed to touch yourself.” You whined as he tossed your hand back onto the desk.

He waited for your need to subside a bit before he fed you the last line of the letter. “And I want him to fucking ruin me…. Right. Now.” He emphasized the words and it sounded lewd and delicious at the same time. Your hands were fumbling badly at this point, vision blurred with tears and unable to tell if you were doing anything correctly anymore.

“Now read it back to me, babydoll,” he said playing with your clit, rolling and pinching it until you cried some more. You opened your mouth to speak and found that you drooled down the side of your mouth, too overcome to speak properly. Your voice shook and you whispered out the lines dutifully in little gasps as he brought you closer to orgasm. By the time you finished your recitation, you were panting heavily.

“What a filthy letter you wrote me, doll,” he proudly proclaimed as though it hadn’t been his idea. “I love it and I think you deserve that reward now,” he said, placing a kiss to your temple. It should have been a sweet gesture, but it was dripping with condescension as he held the power of your release over you cruelly.

He leaned forward to nibble your earlobe, hooking his fingers just right inside you and rubbing your clit with punishing pressure. “Cum for me, pretty girl,” he said with wicked delight at the way your body was responding to him. And suddenly you were shaking with pleasure, squeezing around his fingers tightly making him groan with want. Jack’s arm looped around your waist, clutching you so you wouldn’t fall. You thought you might pass out from the waves that undulated through you without end as he refused to stop his stimulation, dragging every last tremor from you with glee.

When the feeling had subsided to aftershocks, you turned your head for a messy kiss as Jack withdrew his fingers from you. He pushed his soaked digits into your mouth and you sucked and lapped at them still blissful from your high.

“I think you’re the best goddamn secretary I’ve ever had, Miss y/l/n,” Jack said sweetly. “Now take the letter out of the typewriter,” he instructed smoothing your hair gently and pulling your skirt back down. You did as he said thinking he’d ask you to throw it in the bin.

“Should I throw it away?” you asked still trying to catch your breath, giggling just a little at the embarrassment you felt skimming over it once more.

“No, you’re going to mail that, sweetheart.” Jack said without a hint of playfulness.

“Wh..What?” You asked in genuine shock. You could never let anyone read the filth you’d just typed, but he seemed to be serious about his request.

“Can I ask why, Mr. Nelson?” You asked, wanting to understand what purpose it might serve.

“Prick named Tommy Shelby has been intercepting my letters. Let’s give him something interesting to read for a change, shall we?” Jack said delighted by his deviousness.

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My thoughts on season 6

I promised a few of you I’d share my ideas and opinions, so I will, but first off I just wanted to clarify that these are just my opinions: nothing more, nothing less. Feel free to disagree, in fact please do because I love discussing these things, but most of all, allow others to disagree with you as well. I had very mixed feelings about this season, but some really loved it, and that’s great! Don't slag it off for the sake of

Okay here we go (might be a long one) with ALL THE SPOILERS

I’m gonna start with my biggest issue with this season and that is the fact that it’s changed so much: no more gangster legend but the hopelessness of history. We’re at this nihilistic stage of the story. I started watching because of the hope: working class boy managing against all odds to build something. But here we are, in season 5 already, using these real historical figures and fascism, so we knew from the very start that this working class boy couldn't change a thing because we know the atrocities of the war that followed. And I hated it. It was always about this gritty family, full of pain and despair, but it’s gotten too big with this plot involved. You can still win if you want to give your aunt a home and your children a future, but you can’t win against 1930s fascism. It’s hopeless.

Also, personal side note, I didn’t enjoy this season as such. It was slow and the cinematography wasn't my style. I just continued watching because I wanted to know how they’d end things.

That being said, I did enjoy the final a lot more than the other five episodes and it felt a bit more like the ‘olden days’

I’ve also really missed the family aspect of Peaky Blinders. This was just Tommy and co. Like half the season is Tommy walking around, thinking, brooding, and we follow him and just him. It’s one of the reasons this season was so slow...

I get that this was always going to suck, but I missed Polly. She truly kept everything and everyone together

That being said, it was so strong that Arthur was the one to avenge Polly. Such a heart wrenching but gorgeous scene and it was perfect.

And that scene with Jeremiah, Arthur and Uncle Charlie, like they were back in France, that was truly the most beautiful scene in my opinion, when you see them sitting there in a row in the end? Oh man I cried.

Also, I loved the two major scenes with Tommy and Arthur, the first one being in the cellar where they talk of their childhood and the second in Tommy’s office after Arthur finds out he’s sick. So beautiful, made me cry both of them, so strong. Paul Anderson I applaud you and your acting skills

Ruby dies and I don’t see why. Is it because this will make Tommy ‘really change this time’? I don’t buy it anymore. Polly’s death did that already. There was no need for her to die. AND, but I think we all agree on that one, there was no fucking need to replace her by a fucking son after 5 fucking minutes.

The Duke plot was lazy, the kid was only there for a week and then takes over? Nah...

Sensation and abstract motifs are more important than plot or characters in this season. One main example is the character of Diana, because she to has hardly any function in the story. We already had Mosley as ‘the devil’, but Diana is just there to say shocking things. And this I will not have, someone spouting antisemitism for shock factor only. Because in the end, Tommy’s brought nazi’s together, bravo, and then the entire fascism plot just...stops.

I get that Diana’s speeches are meant to be scary, thats’s the point in the story, but they really scared me, because antisemitism is so very much alive and growing today. I wonder if this is the right time to exploit that for television..

Also, a small note from the historian in me: the aristocracy would never use Tommy, like Churchill here supposedly does. Because they wanted to preserve the status quo and keep their wealth, which is why they feared fascists, but the only thing they feared more than fascists were the revolutionaries

And, from the point of view of the Nazi’s why go through the hassle of letting Tommy think he’s dying, because in the international growing nazi movement, Tommy’s not even slightly important. Also, you could’ve literally shot him a hundred times over at the dinner table XD

Yeah, tommy having cancer was an anticlimax but him not actually having cancer even more so. And why did he have those seizures then?

So. Many. Loose. Ends! The main cliffhanger from season 5, who’s the black cat, and they never even considered Billy? Also, Jessie Eden? Finn half the time? Karl? BILLY BOYS??

The soundtrack was interesting. Some choices I didn’t like at all, but for example the use of ‘blackbird’ was beautifully done. Bit hit and miss this season

Freddie’s not Jewish, fuck off. You can’t use us whenever you feel like it when you’ve never even mentioned or hinted to it before.

I’ve mentioned this before so I won’t go into it for too much here, but I don’t like this new Tommy, but this new season had tainted my view of him unfortunately. Mainly, Tommy saying ‘P*rish J*dah’ broke my heart utterly. And he fucked a nazi, not because he had to, but because he could. Fuck you, you absolute cunt.

Thank God for Alfie in this season

I was really, really, really pleased that Lizzie left Tommy. Sweetheart, you deserve so much better. No more crying scenes with nothing changed afterwards, just done. Go. Wonderful.

Tommy should’ve shot himself and that should’ve been the end

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