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𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓭 𝓫𝔂 𝓫𝓾𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓼 — part three!

peaky blinders x fem!reader, thomas shelby x fem! reader

part one here! | part two here!

↳ 𝓽𝔂𝓹𝓮 — angst(ish/fluff/smut(ish)

↳ 𝓼𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓪𝓻𝔂 — a second class powerful gang in the south of london reaches out too a strong working class gang in the south east of birmingham for a union. As the wedding continues, the wife begins to have a liking towards her husband, who treats her with care, the complete opposite of the feared man he is, yet she’s too stubborn to admit it.

↳ 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓮 — preferably at the start of season 2, maybe even before, but after grace's betrayal. (Arthur is not married to Linda yet.)

↳ 𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼❗️— swearing, gang talk, arranged marriage, weapons, kissing, toxic uncle(?), mention of cheating bf, violence, mentions of blood, reader getting sh, mentions of slight sexual interaction,

↳ 𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓮 — i’ve FINALLY posted the third part😓 i truly am sorry for making you wait so longgg💕

↳ 𝓷𝓪𝓿𝓲𝓰𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷.

Bang.

Your eyes open slowly, feeling the loss of the pistol in contact with your chin and the Spanish man's body drop onto the floor lifelessly, his blood pooling out of his head. A shot wound pierced into his skull.

You look up and see Thomas lowering his gun, staring at you, noticing your beautiful wedding outfit now covered in blood - specifically Spanish blood. His brothers walk around, staring at the dead bodies and towards you, eyes widened, in utter shock as they didn't believe you were such a strong, fierce woman.

“Bloody hell...” John mutters as he looks at the spiritless bodies pooled onto the clean, elegant carpet of the Arrow House.

Arthurs mutters curses as he bends down, checking if the men were all dead.

“Are you alright?” Tommy holds your forearms protectively, looking you up and down, inspecting for any other injuries, apart from the few cuts and bruises on your face - which can heal in a few days.

“I'm fine.” you mutter out.

“Jesus darlin’,” Arthur speaks up as he grabs onto one of the dead men, “Didn’t know you were capable of such shit.”

You look over towards the eldest Shelby brother, who’s smirking towards the dead man, highly amused of your shocking ability.

“Mr. Shelby, sir, Mrs. Shelby's uncle has been knocked out in the kitchen.” all four of your heads snap towards one of the maids, your eyes growing in shock. Your uncle isn't the type to loose a fight - let alone be beaten up.

“Father?” your younger female cousin mutters out urgently, whilst your older male cousin slaps the older man's face lightly, in attempt to get him to gain conciseness. Your uncle sits on the sofa. There's cuts and bruises decorating his face. A slash going from his left cheekbone to his lip and a back eye lays on his right eye. His thumb has been bent back, leading to it being fractured and a minor gun shot wound pierced into his lower abdomen - which has been attended to by your aunt. You stand behind your two cousins, arms folded. Most your family and most your in-laws stand around the office, the party still continuing, you can hear the jazz music echoing the halls, and the guests wondering where the two families have gone.

A few minutes pass, your uncle regains conciseness. His eyes open and everyone’s gaze snaps towards him. “Father!” your older male cousin yells, going onto his knees in-front of his father, next to his younger sister and his wife holding their two year old son and their four year old daughter standing beside her, hand in hers, standing behind him.

Your uncle groans out and his gaze goes straight towards you, noticing how your beautiful wedding attire has gotten stained with blood and how a couple of light cuts adorn your face. “You should have told me the second you saw them, y/n l/n.” he speaks out in a weak, stern tone, seeming to scold you as he attempts to get up.

You scoff in return.

“Honey, no. You’re hurt.” your aunt begins, her hands pushing him down by his shoulders. You stare at the two older couple, arms still folded, “This is no time for both your endless quarrels.”

“They’ve been dealt with, Mr. l/n.” Your husband speaks up, who stands with his two brothers, a glass of whiskey accompanying him.

Your uncle then looks at Thomas, an unreadable expression but leans back, slowly relaxing.

“Is grandpa okay, mummy?” you hear the 4 year old girl worriedly mutter towards her mother - (older male cousin’s wife) -, who assures the young girl he’s fine.

“Can you please all be upstanding and join onto the dance floor for the newly wedded to take their first dance as husband and wife, can you please make way for Mr. and Mrs. Shelby.” the host introduces you and Thomas, who guides you onto the dance floor, as everyone makes way for you. It reminds you of how you’re now known as Mrs. Shelby, no longer Miss. l/n.

A new, fresh, clean, off-shoulder, elegant, emerald green satin dress lays on your frame, a slit traveling up your thigh. It adorns your figure.

Slow, romantic jazz music plays as Thomas places his hand onto your waist, the other holding yours in the air, as your free hand rests onto his shoulder. The crowds erupt in awe, cheering as you both take your first steps. The brummie’s grip is soft and gentle and his blue eyes stare into your (eye colour) eyes as your matching lilac heels click onto the dance floor.

“Quit staring at me as if you’re going to kill me.” you snap at him, quiet enough for only both of you to hear, clearly irritated on how he always stares at you like you’re nothing or unamusing - though the way he holds you says otherwise.

He quirks an eyebrow, a very light and subtle smirk twitching on the corner of his lips, seemingly impressed at his now-wife’s forwardness, “How’d you want me to stare at you then, aye?”

Sarcastically, you respond, both yours and his feet in rhythm to the jazz, “Obviously not as someone you want to kill.”

“That can be arranged, Mrs. Shelby.”

Those two words sounded highly foreign to you. You’ve always been known as ‘Miss. l/n’ - many already feared that last name, but now that you’re also legally a Shelby, ‘fear’ isn’t a good enough word to express how the amount of people shall feel threatened by just the mention of your name.

A few moments later, other couples, young and old, begin to join you both onto the dance floor as your feet are in rhythm with Thomas’.

Thomas then twirls you, a light smile paints your face, as much as you hated to admit, he was good. His hands handle you as if you’re an antique, one of a kind, expensive vase.

The soft jazz music slowly begins to speed up, into a more upbeat dance music. Ladies and men begin to speed up their dances, most now having drinks adoring their hands.

A couple of hours pass and the guests make their way to the dining area, getting ready for dinner after an extravagant party full of dancing and drinking.

You sit beside your husband, hands in your lap as your family, in-laws and friends take a seat, chatting amongst themselves. You glance towards the gangster, who lights a cigarette, his eyes landing onto yours, he motions if you want one, you debate and end up taking one, nonchalantly lighting it up, passing him the lighter and muttering towards him, “Thanks,”

“No worries, darling.” he says, as he exhales a long wanted smoke.

The nickname catches you off guard, your eyes widen slightly, looking at him, you swore you just saw a hint of adoration spark in his ocean blue eyes.

“Darling?”

Gruffly, he replies, “Well you are my wife now, aye? My woman.”

An amused smirk adorns your face as you look down at your lap, in attempt to hide it (which he noticed), ‘quite the womaniser’, you thought, yet you’d hate to admit it— you’re too stubborn for that— and that’s what your uncle wished to slap out of your pretty self.

As food gets served, everyone begins to dig in, you hear John’s and your younger brother’s heartfelt laughter echo the room, clearly getting along. Both families mix, warming up to each other, like two missing jigsaw pieces finally being united.

You place some potato’s onto your plate, deciding to have a well deserved meal. A glass of champagne lays next to your plate which holds your food. Everyone emerges themselves into conversations, Thomas speaking to his brothers and your uncle whilst you engage with polly, your male older cousin’s wife, your older sister, and now sister in-law— ada.

1am, Arrow House.

The party finally came to an end, guests finally exited the house, both drunk and sober. Fresh out the shower, you walk in the grand en-suite bedroom Frances informed that will now be your shared room with Thomas. A rich, clean, white silk nightgown clings to your figure highlighting your curves. You see your husband sat on the bed, reading the newspaper, chest bare, a cigarette decorating his lips and his pyjama trousers rest on his legs. He looks up, noticing you walk towards the bed, sitting onto the edge.

His eyes could not leave your figure.

As the gangster takes a drag of his cigar, he speaks, a string of smoke following along, “There’s a gala in a weeks time, and as you’re my wife, I suppose it would be appropriate if you came as my date.”

You turn your head to look at him and slowly begin to get under the covers, keeping to your side. “It’s not like I have much of a choice.” you sarcastically huff out in a low tone.

Thomas lowly hums, turning back to the newspaper, ignoring how he slightly got turned on from the sight of you wearing such a sinful thing. He takes another long drag. “The gala’s hosted by the Sabinis.”

Sabini

a common enemy both you and thomas have in your line of works.

Your eyebrows furrowed and you moved your gaze fully towards your husband, who kept his gaze sternly on the newspaper, avoiding to look at you again. He could feel your gaze, and you knew it. What did he mean that he and you are going to go to the gala hosted by the italians - your enemies?

“I thought-” you begin, but get interrupted by your spouse.

“You’ll see.”

you stay silent. People spoke about tommy, saying that he always has things planned out. Maybe this was one of those things.

turning to lay on your side, back facing him and the duvet draped across your waist carelessly, tommy takes a quick look at you again. his eyes drift from the dip of your waist and the curve of your hips. the shortness of the nightgown was already teasing, but now to see it hiked up your thighs, makes it sinful for him to not make a move. He looks away, taking a moment to compose himself — but it was a bit hard with the growing hardness under the covers.

so, he places his newspaper down on the bedside table, takes one last drag of his cigar and stubs it out. He turns on his side, facing your back. Slowly, like the needy whore he is, he wraps one of his arms around your waist, his head resting on the other, gently caressing your stomach. with each movement, his hands go lower, caressing your thighs. he feels you stiffen at the sudden touch. thoughts race across your mind — what the fuck does he think he’s doing? does this cunt think i’m one of his whores?

“thomas—” you angrily whisper out, however tommy leans his head forward, his lips grazing on the softness of the crook of your neck. he groans at the smell of your vanilla scent.

“let’s end the wedding night how it should end, aye?” he gruffly says, gently flipping you to rest on your back, as he places himself above you, face remaining in the crook of your neck.

quickly, you push him off you, now raising yourself on your elbows, tilting your head to face him, “do i look like one of your fucking whores?” you scoff out, a scowling look plastered on your face.

The corner of tommy’s lips curled into a sly smirk. the urge to slap it off was tempting. But you knew better than to do that — rumours were that if you piss a shelby off, you’re a dead man.

After shoving him off, you turn away from him, lying on your side again, drifting off to sleep.

part four coming soon!

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𝓶𝔂 𝓻𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝓻𝓾𝓵𝓮𝓼 — the rules when requesting.

my requests are… 𝓸𝓹𝓮𝓷!

001. find out what characters i currently write for here!

002. i only write fem!reader as i don’t know how to write in male!reader.

003. i do not write femxfem or malexmale as i am inexperienced in that, sorry.

↳ i can write femxfem if it’s only platonic.

004. you can request for smut, angst, dark or fluff!

↳ you many request angst hinting s3xism, drug addiction or racism etc but it must NOT be promoting any of this as positive stuff as they are all highly disgusting and wrong. this is a way of spreading awareness that these topics are not appropriate.

↳ i do NOT write inc3st or p!ss kink.

005. requests must not be going against my blog guidelines.

006. feel free to send as many requests as you want.

007. be aware that it may take a while to write these as i do have stuff going on irl (obvi😓) but just know that i did not neglect any of your requests.

008. if i do think your request goes against my rules and guidelines, i may alter them or i will not write it.

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𝓶𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽 𝓽𝔀𝓸 — part two of a list to navigate my fics.

𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓿𝓪𝓶𝓹𝓲𝓻𝓮 𝓭𝓲𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼 — “you're making a grave mistake if you think that you can beat me, you can't!”

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𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 — “friends don't lie!”

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𝓰𝓾𝓲𝓭𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓼 — my blog guidelines.

001. i do NOT promote things like: racism, drug addiction, p3dophilia, r@pe, in3st, s3xism, etc

↳ i won’t post things based on these topics. i may write angst hinting s3xism, r@pe or racism etc but i will NOT be promoting any of this as positive stuff as they are all highly disgusting and wrong. this is a way of spreading awareness that these topics are not appropriate.

002. this blog is only fem!reader as i am not aware on how to write as male!reader, sorry!

003. some of my work may include dark themes — this will be stated on the ‘warnings’ section on my work.

004. me, my blog and others must be treated with kindness and respect as i do not encourage cyberbullying etc.

005. personal info will not be promoted (obvi for safety reasons😂) so please respect me, the blog and followers.

006. dms are always open, feel free to contact! <3

007. i am always open towards requests, my requesting rules can me found here!

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𝓷𝓪𝓿𝓲𝓰𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 — welcome to my blog🤍❕

𝒔𝒖𝒗𝒗𝒊𝒆 — she/her, straight, aquarius, 🇬🇧🇮🇳,

001. guidelines.

002. request guidelines.

003. who i write for.

004. masterlist — one | two

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𝔀𝓱𝓸 𝓲 𝔀𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓯𝓸𝓻 — fandoms i write for.

001. peaky blinders.

↳ thomas shelby.

↳ arthur shelby.

↳ john shelby.

↳ ada thorne (née shelby)

↳ polly gray (née shelby)

↳ michael gray.

↳ finn shelby.

↳ luca changretta.

002. the rookie.

↳ john nolan.

↳ lucy chen.

↳ jackson west.

↳ nyla harper.

↳ tim bradford.

↳ angela lopez

↳ wesley evers.

↳ aron thorson.

↳ wade grey.

↳ tamara colins.

↳ quigley smitty.

↳

003. marvel.

↳ steve rogers.

↳ bucky barnes.

↳ thor odinson.

↳ tony stark.

↳ bruce banner.

↳ clint barton.

↳ natasha romanoff.

↳ yelena belova.

↳ peter parker (mcu ver.)

↳

004. the vampire diaries.

↳ damon salvatore.

↳ stefan salvatore.

↳ elijah mikaelson.

↳ jeremy gilbert.

005. stranger things.

↳ steve harrington.

006. harry potter.

↳ harry potter.

↳ ron weasley.

↳ fred weasley.

↳ george weasley.

↳ cedric diggory.

slytherin gng

↳ draco malfoy.

↳ matheo riddle.

↳ tom riddle.

↳ lorenzo berkshire.

↳ theodore nott.

↳ blaze zabini.

007. my hero academia.

↳ bakugo katsuki.

↳ todoroki shoto.

↳ aizawa shōta.

↳ takami keigo.

↳ kaminari denki.

more soon to come!

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THIS IS SO ADORABLEE

hi! could i make a tim bradford x shy!reader request where shy!reader is pregnant, and she decides to visit tim at the station since she’s on maternity leave. but while she’s visiting tim at the station, all of a sudden her water breaks, so her and tim both start to panic and rush to the hospital. luckily, they make it in time to the hospital, and then eventually she gives birth to a baby girl.

hopefully that makes sense!🤍

It absolutely makes sense! Thanks for the shy!reader request, I love it so much!! This could probably act as a part 2 for the firefighter fic or any of the other pregnant!reader x Tim stories, too!

Warnings: pregnancy and labor, teasing, fluff!! 2.0k+ words

Is it My Turn to Panic?

Standing in the new nursery and organizing the freshly washed baby clothes, you’re happier than you anticipated. People warned you that the last month or two of your pregnancy could be agony, always hot or tired, or worse, on bed rest. But you feel good – great, even. You know that’s because of Tim, though. He’s been by your side for every mood swing, weird craving, and uncomfortable moment. Glancing down at your stomach when you feel a kick, you think your baby is probably thinking about Tim, too.

Once the clothes are folded, you put them in the dresser Tim assembled last night while you took a hot bath. He asked you not to do anything, to take it easy, but you get bored and lonely when he’s not home. As the pile on the dresser dwindles, you sit in the rocking chair by the window, enjoying being in your home, the one you share with your husband and soon your child.

When you pick up your phone, smiling at the picture of Tim on your lock screen, you get an idea.

“Want to visit your dad?” you whisper, rubbing your hand over your bump.

You laugh when you feel another kick as you rise out of the rocking chair. Your phone rings, and you pause, answering it quickly.

“Hello,” you greet.

“Hi, gorgeous.”

You’re glad Tim can’t see you because you duck your chin shyly even though he’s miles away.

“What are you doing?” he asks.

“I was putting the clothes away,” you answer softly.

Tim chuckles before reminding you, “I said I’d do that.”

“I got bored.”

“And lonely?”

You huff, a half-sigh, half-whine that makes Tim know he’s right.

“How are the contractions?”

“They’re okay.”

As you say it, another contraction hits, and you slide your hand under your bump as it passes.

“Yeah, they sound okay,” Tim says.

“’S just Braxton Hicks, I’ll be fine.”

“Oh, I know you will be. I won’t let anything happen to you.”

You don’t say anything, walking into your bedroom to get shoes. Tim sighs before telling you he has to go.

“I love you,” you say, holding the phone to your ear with your shoulder as you gather your things.

“I love you, both of you,” Tim replies. “I’ll see you tonight.”

The call ends, and you put your phone in your bag before locking the front door behind you. You miss Tim, and he’s right, you’re bored and lonely, so you’re going to visit him. He has been upset that he’s missing so much of your pregnancy and when the contractions started a few weeks ago. So, you’re doing it for him, too.

Once you’re in the car, another contraction seizes you, and you furrow your brows in pain. It’s the most intense you’ve had, but you soon forget about it. The doctor assured you everything was okay, and your baby was healthy at your last visit, that the contractions would continue until you went into labor and would just be an inconvenience.

✯✯✯✯✯

“Bradford!” Wade yells. He turns to you and smiles, lowering his voice to ask, “How are you feeling?”

“Big. Tired,” you answer quietly.

Wade laughs and pats your shoulder before stepping away while Tim hugs you. You wrap your arms around him, smiling against his chest as your baby kicks excitedly.

“Someone missed you,” you mumble.

“I know you did.”

You push your face further into Tim’s uniform before he eases your shoulders back gently.

“Been kicking like that all day?” he asks, smoothing his hand over your cheek.

Humming, you don’t notice Tim looking down at you.

“Soccer player,” he adds softly.

“Of course you’d pick a unisex sport.”

Tim smiles as you raise your head to look at him. “You’re the one who wanted to be surprised by the gender.”

“So did you!”

Tim drops his chin as he laughs, and you shake your head before backing away from him.

“No,” he grumbles, grabbing your hand and pulling you to his side. “Are you here for a while?”

“Sure,” you answer, moving your free hand to hold Tim’s wrist. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too. That’s why I keep calling.”

“Is this the new normal until we have a baby at home?”

“It is.”

Tim leads you into his office and closes the door, and when his hands land on your hips, you’re not sure if you like the privacy or wish you were back outside where he wouldn’t engage in such affection.

“Are you…” Tim begins, trailing off when you lean against the corner of his desk, gripping the edge in pain.

Tim’s hands hover beside you, watching you until you relax, slumping forward slightly.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Tim asks softly.

Nodding, you say, “They’re going to get worse the closer I get.”

“I’m sorry,” Tim murmurs, cupping your face as he kisses your forehead. “Do you need anything?”

Your shoulders move with a silent chuckle, and Tim steps back, offering a hand. Every time you leave him to use the restroom, Tim acts like it’s some form of treachery, alternating between blaming you and the baby pushing on your bladder.

“I won’t miss this part,” he says as you enter the hallway.

✯✯✯✯✯

Tim says your name, cracking the door open.

“Tim,” you reply, unsure what else to say.

The door squeaks as it opens, closing softly as Tim’s footsteps echo in the empty stalls. When you see his feet stop in front of the door you’re behind, you sigh.

“Let me in,” he demands.

Opening the door, you wipe your hands on your pants.

“What happened?”

Tim takes your face in his hands, searching your face and then your navel for any sign of a problem.

“My water just broke,” you whisper.

While you clench your jaw against another contraction, Tim’s eyes widen as he realizes what this means. He takes both of your hands, walking backward as he leads you out of the stall. Laying an arm around your shoulders, he takes you to his office to grab his wallet. You wait in the doorway, and Tim looks around frantically.

“Tim, calm down, handsome,” you say. “I’m not having this baby now, just take a breath.”

Shaking his head, Tim finds his wallet on the floor and squats to get it, arguing, “I’m supposed to be comforting you.”

“I’m right behind you,” you whisper. “We’ll take turns. Can I panic now?”

Tim takes your purse, putting it over his shoulder as he leads you back toward the bullpen.

“Bradford,” Smitty says, “I have a question.”

“Ask someone else,” Bradford replies, his voice strained as you stop suddenly.

“Are you in labor?” Wade asks, rushing out of his office.

Tim nods, holding both of your shoulders as he stands before you.

“Do you need an ambulance?”

You shake your head, sniffing softly before nodding at Tim. Wade goes to the door, holding it open and yelling for people to get out of the way as Tim leads you to his truck.

“Can- I’m going to pick you up,” Tim says.

“No,” you argue.

“No for a real reason or because you’re still really shy?”

You don’t answer, and Tim chuckles as he lifts you into the passenger seat. You’re glad to see him calm down briefly, even at your expense.

“Tim!” Angela calls, walking out of the station. “Care for an escort?”

You shake your head vehemently, but Tim agrees, climbing into the driver’s seat as Angela pulls a shop out to drive before him.

“This is ridiculous, Tim,” you whine.

“Hey, you’re having my baby, we’re pulling out all the stops,” he replies.

When you look over at him, his jaw is tight, and his knuckles are white from his grip on the steering wheel. You want to say something but then decide not to distract him.

“Did you bring the hospital bag?” Tim asks suddenly.

“No,” you say quickly, breathing through a sudden contraction.

“Where is it? Still in the closet at home? We don’t have time to go get it, but-“

“Tim, Angela or someone can get it later,” you remind him. “You really need to calm down. We’re going to be fine.”

Tim nods, but his demeanor doesn’t change, even as he ignores your protest and carries you inside to meet the wheelchair.

“Contractions are nothing compared to that,” Angela muses, standing beside you while Tim negotiates to get you a private room.

“I thought he was going to need the hospital more than me.”

“It gets better after the first kid.”

“I can’t survive this again,” you mumble, spinning your wedding ring on your finger.

“I’m going to go get your stuff, so he doesn’t yell at me again,” Angela adds. “But I’ll be right back. Try not to let him get away with anything, okay?”

“Tim,” you say, and he immediately turns around, his shoulders dropping when he sees your smile.

“I’d apologize,” he begins, squatting to look in your eyes, “but I’m not really sorry.”

“Rarely are.”

“You’re getting a private room in just a few minutes.” Tim squeezes your knee as he says, “We got this. You said so, and you’re always right.”

You close your eyes, and Tim isn’t sure if it’s because of him or his baby.

✯✯✯✯✯

“Hey, you’re alright,” Tim soothes, brushing your hair off your forehead. “You can do this.”

You shake your head, your throat tight, and tears brimming in your eyes.

“I thought I was the only one allowed to panic,” Tim teases.

“It’s my turn,” you whimper.

“Alright, Bradfords, it’s time to push,” your doctor says kindly.

Tim offers his hand, and you take it, gripping the bedrail on the other side. This is the first time in your relationship that you haven’t considered getting shy; the intensity of the contractions, the focus it takes to have a baby, and the number of people in your room distract you.

“One more,” the doctor urges. “You’re almost there.”

Tim lays his hand on your shoulder, uncaring that you’re stronger than you look, and his hand is bending at the pressure of your grip. The moment you relax, hearing the hospital room fill with healthy cries, you look over at him.

Tim is already smiling at you, his eyes glassy as he turns to watch the doctor. Several nurses help you move, adjusting the bed and prepping you quickly. When you take your baby into your arms, you whisper a hello, looking over at Tim as he stands beside you.

“It’s a girl, healthy and happy,” the doctor says quietly, smiling at you and Tim before exiting the room.

A nurse takes her away from you, promising to bring her right back. When you’re alone in the room, you look at Tim and are surprised to see tears streaming down his face.

“Tim?”

He smiles, laughing as he bends over the bed to hug you. “We have a daughter,” he says against your shoulder.

“Move,” you demand before sliding over in the bed and welcoming him to your side.

His arm wraps over your shoulder, and you kiss his hand before the nurse returns, giving Tim a turn to hold his daughter.

You somehow fall more in love with Tim when you see him: calloused hands holding a tiny baby against his chest as he smiles through the tears, whispering about how much he loves her.

“There’s an Angela Lopez here to see you,” someone says at the door.

Tim turns toward you, kissing your forehead and his new daughter’s before going out to get Angela. She’s quiet when she enters, pouting at the sight of you.

“She looks like Tim,” she coos, extending a finger as she pats your shoulder.

“Thank you for everything,” you tell her, moving one arm to give her half a hug.

“You really think she looks like me?” Tim asks, setting your bag in the corner.

“Absolutely,” you and Angela say together.

“I guess we’ll have to try again then,” Tim sighs.

“Why?” you inquire.

“I wanted a mini-you, someone else to make shy,” he answers with a smile.

His smile grows when you and your daughter tuck your chins, almost in sync.

“Or maybe not,” Angela says.

“Oh, this is going to be fun,” Tim adds, sitting beside you again as you look at your daughter together.

“What’s her name?” Angela asks, and you and Tim look at each other with wide eyes.

“I knew we were forgetting something.”

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the writing??? oml it’s HEAVENLY 😩 need a more fica like this atp, i can’t get enough of the author❕

Work, work... just work

◇ Pairing: "Sub"!Tommy Shelby X wife!Reader

◇ Warnings: SMUT, humping, needy Tommy, nudity, work, tiredness and bit of angst, Tommy in " heat ", bit of degradation.

◇ Summary: Y/n finds her husband still in his office and wants to help him finish.

◇ Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English. Also the writing lately.

It was late, Y/n could tell by the darkness that swallowed Arrow House, a soft cold brize enveloped the corridors of the house due to the lack of fireplaces.

She was wearing just her nightgown and one of Tommy's shirts, which rested on her bare shoulders... her feet were bare and cold now that she was out of bed because of the same identical reason as almost every day.

Her husband was missing.... and she preferred getting out of bed into the cold a hundred times more than staying alone in a cold bed— their bed.

Even though she was still half asleep and was welcoming the slaps of cold air in the hope of fully waking up... her feet were carrying her on their own towards the destination that they... and she knew all too well.

That place where the young woman could already hear the tapping of the typewriter, the strong smell of smoke and the burning one of whiskey... mixed with the unique scent of her husband.

She knew, she knew where her missing husband was... exactly where he had been for the past weeks— no, months. But she felt empty at that moment, he emptied her from all the irritation, anger and sadness she used to feel. Letting place to pure neutrality and tiredness, because she was simply so exhausted.

The door was open so she just needed to give it a soft push before leaning against it, her head trying to find a support as her eyes remained fixed on his stressed sitting form.

"You shouldn't be awake, love" his low grumbled tone made space, dominating the noises that had now become part of the background "Just... like I should" he added after not receiving any reply from her.

His fingers were still moving and his light eyes were still following the words he was writing, till he came to the end of the sentence... just then Thomas allowed his gaze to travel up and stop on his wife.

As soon as he took her whole in his body relaxed a bit, moving automatically backwards to rest against the back of his chair... his legs slowly parting as he rested his calloused hands on the chair chops. Never looking away from her.

It was quite dark there, there was just a dim light that illuminated the room almost softly... sensually. Letting the man appreciate the curves of his woman and the way her silky nightgown was resting on her soft skin, dangerously holding itself, as best as it could, onto her hard nipples... while his shirt was now hanging lose on her forearms, exposing to him completely her upper body in a teasing but delicious way.

Her hair was down and her expression empty, a soft pout was adorning her lips but there was no glimpse in her eyes.

"I'm almost done, love" Tommy informed her as he fought his inner urges to focus his mind back on his work... even if his body was getting the better of his tired mind. Reacting at every single things she did, like the slow steps that she took to get closer or the intense gaze she was giving him— even the mere movements of her fingers was making his pants tighter enough to make it uncomfortable for his crotch.

His eyes met hers as he took one last drag of his cigarette and stubbed it out on the ashtray before exhaling the smoke in a slow, deliberate motion.

Then his body tensed softly as anticipation started to build inside of him, his tongue dared out to wet his bottom lip as Y/n moved in between his muscular legs.

Tommy could tell that she was tired as well, her body language was slower than usual but still alluring to him. He couldn't just stop thinking about the way the nightgown was teasing him in such an evil way... allowing him to peek but not look directly at the glory under it.

The fabric was soft under his abused skin as his hands remained busy massagging her hips, and his head rested tenderly against her lower stomach... placing light kisses slowly up to her cleavage.

A sweet silence surrounded them till Y/n moved her bare leg on his lap, making her husband inhale sharpy at the view and sudden feeling.

His grip tightened, and the young woman could feel every single muscle flex under her as his body leaned in even closer. His left hand traveled up her back to her neck. Causing her a feeling of goosebump all over before she pushed against him slightly, her hands moving inside his open shirt.

Her smaller body leaned down to brush tenderly her nose against his, her heart beating faster at the so craved closeness.

That's when Y/n noticed the way her husband's body was reacting at her, almost... animalisticly. The way he tilted his head to chase her lips, the heavy breathing and soft growls.

She sure could tell he’d been wanting this all day, and he had reached his breaking point.

His piercing light blue eyes kept sending shivers down her spine as the familiar feeling of butterflies in her stomach became more intense during the little game of soft caresses of their lips.

Her hands, which were formerly massaging the back of Thomas' neck and his right shoulder, were now moving teasingly down his torso, slowly unbuttoning the rest of the buttons as they reached his firm thighs.

A soft loud peck and her grip became tighter, her nails digging in the soft freckled skin so that she could easily spread them open and turn around to sit between his legs.

"Fookin' hell, woman" the older man growled out at the feeling of her smaller body pressed against his front.

He knew that his wife was trying to do and it was working pretty well since he couldn't even stop her... continuing to just breath heavily as his hand gripped her wrist more for support rather than anything else.

Her ass was swaying softly, creating a loving friction against his rock-hard boner, making his heart beat in his throat as he loosed his ability to speak.

"Come on, honey. Just take what you want, hump your wife like the horny dog you've been lately" Y/n mocked, pressing harder even if she knew oh too well the kind of game she was playing at.

A dangerous... and difficult game that made her pussy soaked and her breath hitch in her throat.

It took a lot of focus to the young woman to make her hand stop tremble enough so she could start tapping on the typewriter, her eyes focused only on the work ahead instead of the hot feeling of her husband's breath on the back of her neck... which caused goosebump to form all over her body.

His rough hands were already busy, one still holding her forearm tightly as the other slithered around... resting flat and open on her lower stomach to come back up, taking a hold of the silky fabric with such need that it made her nightgown fall off her shoulders revealing her breasts at the cold air.

His boner was pressing against her lower back, grinding and rubbing against her like an animal as grunts and harsh breaths kept interrupting the silence.

"Yeah.. just like that, honey" Y/n cooed at Tommy, holding back a yelp as he pressed her back forward so that he could place his already free cock wherever he wanted. His lenght finding now friction against her bare back as his hips snapped upwards shamelessly.

His Adam's apple bobbed as he dropped his head back in such a sinful way, his action now leaded by his pure animal instinct and dark lust.

There wasn't an exchange of words, no dirty talk or promises like when they made love... no it was just pure animalistic sex. Which remained just a harsh humping since in the throes of the heat Tommy came shortly after his hands brushed her erect nipples... painting her back with his seed.

New taglist (let me know if I made any mistakes):

@hanawrites404 , @sleepycreativewriter, @r1errr, @ll4n4, @calmingmelody96, @neonpurplestars89-blog , @emilyrosier

[imnosuvu]

guys this is actually so cute

Tommy's secret

A/N: Bringing back this fluffly drabble for Valentine's 🫶🏻

The tip of your nose brushed Tommy's spine as you kissed the way down to his lower back, after a long tiring day and a sloppy fuck, you thought of nothing more than pouring your - you had to admit, sometimes overwhelming - affection on him.

Rubbing your cheek on his skin, you gripped on his waist and pressed a kiss on each freckle. Until then, Tommy had remained still, waiting for your sweet attack to finish, so when that unfamiliar sound hit your ears, you didn't believe it.

"Quit that," he mumbled between restrained, husky chuckles. "Oh?" You nuzzled his lumbar, "Ticklish, are we?"

Carrying on with the kisses, you tightened your grip on him as he attempted to escape. Strong as he was, Tommy didn't have trouble in turning up, immediately pulling you up to his level so you wouldn't access his stomach. "Quit that," he repeated, brushing his nose on yours.

"You never told me you're ticklish,"

"You weren't suppose to find out,"

[imnosuvu]

happy birthday!!! :)

aw thank youu! this means loads, take care!💕

this is so cute!🥹

god bless

[imnosuvu]

lowkey the one of the best ones i’ve read😫

more dark!tommy smut!!!! 🥹❤️🙏

Yup! Wasn't so sure if you wanted the same trope as the previous fics I wrote so I tried something else. 🥰

His fookin' wife

◇ Pairing: Dark!Tommy Shelby X wife!reader

◇ Warnings: heavy DUBCON, angst, Tommy being mean and a man of that period, MISOGYNY, arranged marriage, curses and violence, age gap (both off age).

◇ Summary: Tommy reminds his wife of her place.

◇ Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English. Honestly... I hate the way I'm writing so I will apologise for my writing as well. Hope you enjoy 🙇🏼‍♀️.

All his thoughts came to an end as soon as she almost reached the front door.

His big calloused hands moved on their own grabbing quickly but firmly her waist from behind, so to pull her body back and grip her thighs tighly.

A deep inhale followed his actions, making the younger woman shiver as his warm breath brushed teasingly the shell of her ear.

Different emotions kept swirling inside of Tommy, his breath became heavier as his low and seductive voice interrupted the silence in the entrance to their house. Their... since it was hers as well, as soon as he put a ring around her finger three years ago, because of an arranged marriage.

The man could feel his wife's body tensing at his touch, but it just sent a shiver down his spine. His primal instincts kicking in fast, getting into him like a bullet.

"W-What are you doing?" Y/n's weak and panicked voice asked in a whisper, making a small smirk appear on his handsome face. His tongue dared out to wet his lips before he could place them on her neck, feeling her quick pulse against them.

"What do you think I'm doing?" He purred out, inhaling her scent before continuing to speak... his voice way lower and predatory than before. "I'm not going to let you leave the house until I'm finished with you, love—"

" —Or would you rather just leave and go and talk to those Italian lads again?" He mocked, anger and jealousy clear in his tone while his grip tightened at the mere movement of hers... causing the young woman to get even more scared of what was happening.

The prospect of being intimate with her arranged husband sounded... weird to her; he never acted like that with her, just once when he was drunk. Besides that night, their honeymoon of years before had been pretty much cold and calculated, he simply prepared her before stealing her virginity with a harsh thrust and little conversation.

No love or emotions besides lust present in that moment of their life.

The panic and fear made her try to escape his grip, just wanting to leave the house already to mind her own business and not discover this more carnal side of her man. A bad idea since Tommy reacted quickly, now holding her closer against his chest, his hips pressing harder against the soft curves of her covered ass while his cock reacted positively at the situation.

"Oh no, you're not getting away that easily... There's no escaping me, darling. I'm going to keep you right here with me so there's no point in trying to free yourself." His low and threatening voice informed her before continuing after a soft growl caused by the wiggling of her body.

"I'm not going to let you leave unless I say so, and I'm going to keep you here all for myself, as your husband.... as your man."

It has been too long since he had been with his Y/n like that, and the fact that she was fighting him caused him to crave her even more. Her teasing and panicked movements were driving him crazy with lust, the way her curves kept pressing back against his front... brushing his now rock-hard cock just made the blue eyed man want to slam her against the nearest surface and take her like he was craving since a while.

Y/n was sweating cold, her heart beating crazily as her mind raced with lots of different thoughts... her body jolted again at his touch and he pressed her harshly against the cold front door of their house.

A breathy groan left the dark haired man's body as he pinned her against the wood, his hips now grinding against her ass... as his left hand held tightly her wrists together so that his free one could raise up the fabric of the dress she was wearing.

"Fucking hell, luv" Tommy cursed at the view of her exposed lower half, his hand colliding with her right ass cheek, making her whimper at the stingy sensation and whine when he knealed harshly her reddening skin.

"Missed your damn body" he added with a breathless growl, position his bulge between her legs as he pulled roughly her underwear up and leave place to his boner to rub on her butt, nudging her sacrum with each movement.

Y/n's body kept hitting softly the door as Tommy made her move with his tempo, his breath getting heavier and faster just like his thrusts.

His free hand, which had reached for her chest without success, moved now down her spine till his fingers could start to undo his belt and pants... sending a shock of fear in the young woman's body.

At the sound of the belt hitting the floor, her eyes widen and her feet moved on its own, stepping on Tommy's and catching him off guard for a couple of seconds. Allowing her to try to run away, heading quickly upstairs as he just watched her with a predatory smirk on his face... his hand picking up the belt from the ground before he rushed behind her.

"It's useless, I told you already... such a-fiesty-little-wife" Tommy spat with gritted teeth as his hand grabbed a firm hold on her ankle before pulling and making her fall down the stairs so that his body could be pin hers easily.

His broad chest now pressing against her small back as his hand pulled her hair so that her face was tilted towards him

"Don't you wanna be a good wife for your husband, luv?" The older man purred against her jaw, leaving wet kisses as his other hand traveled between her breasts to undo her dress and let easier access to her chest.

"I think we need to revise your duties as a wife and... as a woman.... my woman" Tommy spat out, before pressing her head against the moquette of the stairs, unbothered by the discomfort he was causing her by holding the soft skin of her cheek against that material.

His hold on her hair got tighter as his other hand traveled down, between her legs... moving skillfully aside her panties before thrusting one finger in while he circled roughly her clit.

His eyes closed and he groaned softly at the small thrusts of her hips cause by the jolts of pleasure he was giving her. All rubbing against his aching cock so well.

As Thomas opened his mouth again his tone was more dominating and demanding even if it was breathless

"Just like that... fuck" he cursed softly, opening his pants quickly to pull out his lenght and start grinding roughly against her lower back... his fingers still working their magic.

Y/n's whimpers and muffled cries didn't stopped his monologue after he started it. Telling her what she should have known already... how it was her duty as a wife to stay home, to keep the house in order for her husband. To listen to her husband and to be faithful to him. To support him in his business and to satisfy his needs whenever he wanted... since he was her husband.

Each point of the list was followed by a thrust of his hips and a soft groans of pleasure.

"You need to keep the home clean, to cook meals, and being faithful to your husband... you fookin'— need to look presentable and appealing at all times, making sure to be feminine and seductive for your husband whenever he wants it. Fookin' need to make sure the children are always kept up and taken care of, and you need to take— care of your husband's emotional needs as well" he continued, his groans interrupting his monologue a couple of time as he slowly approached his peak.

His cremaster muscle contracted and his jaw clenched as a soft hiss escaped his lips... his grip tightened around her hip and on her hair, making her scalp burn. Till a couple of thrusts later when he came with a low groan of her name... his cum landing on her precious dress and bare ass.

Y/n's body kept trembling due to the pleasure and the little act he was playing, teasing her cunt since he started to speak to make her desperate and needy for him.

"Understood, love?" Tommy's sweet tone, boomed in her empty head as tears kept wetting her cheeks. A soft yelp escaping her mouth when his hand slapped her pussy, hitting her clit harshly to make her squirt on him and the fabric of the moquette.

The young woman was breathing heavily, a soft sob interrupted the silence followed by a playful slap on her cheek as she kept nodding at what he asked her.

"That's a good woman, eh" Thomas hummed in a mocking tone, before getting carefully up... his icy stare remaining on her as he pumped his softening cock a couple of times

"Now up, on your feet" his business voice kicked in, more authoritarian and dominant than before. His heart was beating fast and his lust was growing even more as the time passed.

Y/n did as he said, forcing herself up on trembling legs; the shock of intense pleasure still making her head feel light and relaxed but exhausted.

As the soft, low voice of her husband smoothed her... his tender praises working as soft caresses after a harsh slap.

"That's a good little wife" he hummed out again, leading her to their bedroom as his lips kept brushing against the side of her bare neck.

"Get undressed for your husband, love" Tommy demanded, stroking her hip as he took care of his own clothes. His eyes never leaving her body as she did what he asked her, looking at him still scared but eager to feel such a surprising sensation again.

The older man's big hands pushed her softly down on the bed by the shoulders, before letting them travel softly up to her face... cupping her cheeks to make her look directly in his eyes "That's way better, isn't it, love?" He asked in a whisper, leaning down to kiss her and let her desire win over her negative thoughts.

A deep sigh left her mouth as a ticklish sensation formed on her skin while Tommy's hand traveled and explored it just like his lips. Resting tenderly against her sternum to place a hard kiss on it... a kiss that started the path of more kisses around her chest and ended with his lips wrapped around her erect nipple.

His calloused hands spread carefully his wife's bare legs, allowing him to move between them with ease while his warm tongue swirled and his lips sucked sensually, moving away with a soft pop.

"Been dying to feel your pretty warm mouth around my cock, honey" he murmured softly, brushing his nose against her jugular up to her face

"Or to feel your hands... breasts.... ass... squeezing me till I'm satisfied—" he continued, stopping just to let a throaty groan leave his body as his tip got squeezed by Y/n's cunt.

Her eyes closed quickly at the feeling of his thick lenght forcing itself inside of her tight pussy... causing a burning sensation that was eased down by the quick movements of Tommy's fingers on her clit

"Fuckk... darlin', if you keep squeezing me like this it won't last long" he murmured through a hiss, snapping his hips forward so that his cock was now fully swallowed by her pussy which held him like a vice.

Her juices started to wet his thighs shamefully as he pressed himself as close as possible to feel the bulge caused by his cock in her lower belly.

"You fookin' loving it, eh?" Tommy asked teasingly, sloppy kissing her lips as she tried to say 'yes' after a choked moan.

And it was true, she was loving it... her body was loving it.

When her husband started to move inside of her, she felt tears gathering in her eyes at the contrast of his firm and quick but still sensual thrusts and his tender, loving kisses.

It was different from the quick fuck on the stairs or the cold sex they had during the honeymoon, he wanted to show her and make her take the right choice... either be fucked like a useless whore or like his wife.

The message was clear and his demeanour was really fucking with her mind just like his body was doing to hers.

She was his wife... his wife.

He kept repeating it as he slowly reached his peak again, his firm but loving grip forced her to look him in the eyes as her back arched and a silent moan left her body. Her toes curled against the cold sheet of their bed, making her realize how warm her body actually was at that moment.

"Fookin' hell, cream around my cock, love" Tommy ordered, lost in pleasure... snapping his hips forward a couple of times before going for a deeper one and stop right there.

His sharp jaw dropping as a moan left his mouth, his seed shot inside of her cunt as curses and praises joined the moment. She could feel it and she was sure that it would have caused consequences as well as a drastic change in their life.

Y/n Shelby... was Tommy's wife.

Only his, his damn property and.. woman. Not anyone else's and he had just proved his point.

[imnosuvu]

bounded by business is SO good i love your writing!! :)

aw guys words can’t express how sweet you all are💗i truly love you all loads! means a lot w all your compliments and feedback

i’ve been back-reading the series and feel like the writing’s quite overwhelming😭im glad you guys love it!🤍im aiming to post part3 before wednesday for you! also, it’s my birthday on the 23rd of january(only six more days to go!😂)

anyways, take care everyone🎀

[imnosuvu]

𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓭 𝓫𝔂 𝓫𝓾𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓼 — part two!

part one here!

↳ peaky blinders x fem!reader, thomas shelby x fem!reader

↳ 𝓽𝔂𝓹𝓮 — fluff/angst(?)/smut(ish)

↳ 𝓼𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓪𝓻𝔂 — a second class powerful gang in the south of london reaches out too a strong working class gang in the south east of birmingham for a union. Whilst the wedding takes place, unwanted guests break in, causing the newly wedded couple to panic.

↳ 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓮 — preferably at the start of season 2, maybe even before, but after grace’s betrayal. (Arthur is not married to Linda yet.)

↳ 𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 ❗️— swearing, gang talk, arranged marriage, weapons, kissing, toxic uncle(?), mention of cheating bf, violence, mentions of blood, reader getting sh, mentions of slight sexual interaction, smoking, drinking, brief mentions of guests getting high,

↳ 𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓮 — guys i apologise if the wedding isn’t correctly done as i am brown, and i don’t often go to weddings outside my culture, however, i have tried my hardest by following how weddings within the show went including some research. i highly apologise! thank you💗

↳ 𝓷𝓪𝓿𝓲𝓰𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷.

Three days have passed since the meeting with the Peaky Blinders. It’s rather late and you’re at one of the posh pubs your family owns, drinking away the sorrows for the next day. Tomorrow’s the day you’re dreading. Oh how you’d rather get thrown in the cut than marrying some man that threatens to cut people with razor blades - a man you barely know.

“It’ll be alright,” you hear your best friend say, placing her drink down, snapping you out of your little daydream, offering comfort by giving you a little side hug. “He’s probably not as scary as you think.”

“(best friend’s name), He’s feared by the whole of Birmingham.” you speak in an obvious tone, turning your head to face her, raising your brows.

She, smiles, clearly amused. Whilst pressing her lips against the glass of wine, she teases, “Looks like you’ve done your research on your soon-to-be-husband.”

That earned her a wack on her waist.

“Ow!”

“Shush.” you remark, smirking lightly, watching her playfully glare at you from the corner of your eye, whilst sipping on your wine.

“I am NOT doing this!” you yell out, pushing away from your uncle and mother who are practically dragging you into the church.

“y/n you’re marrying him whether you like it or not!” your uncle growls out harshly, anger fueling his eyes, grabbing onto your arm again, harder than before.

“Mum!” you whine out, moving your pissed gaze from your uncle towards your mother.

“y/n, darling, just do this for your dad, you know how bad he wanted you to get married.” she calmly and sympathetically answers with, unlike what your uncle is doing. Your father died in the war, by an unexpected bombing attack from the German troops.

Trying to resist your uncle’s harsh grip, who’s attempting to get you into the church without messing your gorgeous white gown, flawless makeup and hair, you snap a light remark towards your mum, “I’m sure he would have actually wanted me to marry someone I love, not some wannabe gangster who waves his razor around.”

“Well that ‘wannabe gangster who waves his razor around’ provides you protection.” your uncle interrupts your mum from speaking, mocking your words, raising his voice towards you, “My brother- your father, would rather have wanted a man who’d protect you till his last breath than a guy who cheats on his girlfriend with a whore!”

You want to say something back, but the mention of Andrew stung, you thought you’ve drank the pain away, but of course, it’s still there.

“Now you’re going to fucking go into that church and marry him.” he yells in fury, pushing you towards the church harshly, each word being spat with anger, there’d be no surprise if the people inside the church heard, “I don’t want you causing any of your fucking scenes in there, you understand? No fights, no arguments, i don’t want any of that shit!”

When he hears no response, he snaps, scaring you,

“Do you understand?!”

Your mum shoots you a warning look, both of you knowing that if you don’t respond, he’d drag you in by your hair that has been curled gracefully by your older sister.

“I understand.” you softly mutter through gritted teeth.

“Now get in.” he pulls your arm, dragging you towards the church, your mother following behind.

“Tommy there’s still time y’know,” John mutters to his older brother, who’s stood at the alter, “You barely even know the woman! Who knows, she could probably one of those fuckin’ pointless activists?”

“John, listen to me, yeah? We might not know what she’s like, but are we going to drop a really fucking good deal over some woman, aye?” Thomas raises his brows at his younger brother.

“But Tommy-” John starts, however getting stopped when he notices you beginning to walk down the aisle. The younger Shelby sighs, cursing under his breathe, moving himself away from Thomas and towards Esme.

As the ceremony begins, everyone hushes down, watching you and your uncle, who’s masked his irritation, walking down the aisle, your veil coving your face, disguising your fury which you’re trying to stop from releasing, for the sake of the wedding. You keep your eyes low, avoiding everyone’s gaze.

Now stood infront of the Altar, your uncle passes you to the feared brummie gangster you’re forced to marry, you feel his thick, calloused hands taking your slimmer soft ones carefully, as if you’re glass that can be easily shattered. Those same hands now lift your veil up, revealing your neatly done makeup which is applied onto your soft, pretty, gorgeous face. His piercing blue eyes study you, yet keeping a stern expression, making you feel interrogated. Your gaze can’t help but lightly examine Thomas in return, noticing the way his expensive suit decorates his muscular build.

Breaking away from your gaze, both you and Thomas now turn, facing Jeremiah Jesus - a close friend of the Shelby’s.

“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to join together in holy matrimony, Thomas Michael Shelby and (reader’s full name).” Jeremiah speaks aloud, “Thomas Micheal Shelby and (reader’s full name), have you come here to enter into a marriage without coercion, freely and wholeheartedly?”

“I have.” Tommy replies, beside you, in his usual raspy tone. Jeremiah’s eyes now land on you, as you haven’t said your confirmation.

“I have.” you mutter carelessly, looking away.

Jeremiah then lightly nods, “Are you prepared, as you follow the path of marriage, to love and to honor eachother for as long as you both shall live?”

“I am.” you both now say, you now wanting to get this shit over with.

“Since it is your intention to enter the covenant of Holy Matrimony, join your right hands, and declare your consent before God and his Church.” Jeremiah continues, watching how both you and Tommy hold hands.

“I, Thomas Micheal Shelby, take you, (reader’s full name), to be my wife. I promise to be faithful to you, in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health. To love you and to honor you all the days of my life.” Tommy states his vows, repeating after Jeremiah, in a stern, cold tone, with his usual brummie accent, staring down at you, his piercing blue eyes glued onto you.

“I, (reader’s full name), take you, Thomas Micheal Shelby, to be my husband. I promise to be faithful to you, in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health. To love you and to honor you all the days of my life.” the vows come out your mouth, unwillingly, not wanting to have come out of your plump lips. You return his stern look he gives you.

Jeremiah then continues on with his speech, finishing off with 'Amen'. He then sprinkles the wedding rings, that bound you with Thomas, with holy water, handing one to you and to Thomas.

“(reader’s full name), receive this ring as a sign of my love and fidelity. In the name of the Father and the Son, and the holy spirit.” the feared Birmingham gangster announces the vows Jeremiah indicates him to say, as he places the wedding band onto your left, ring finger, sliding it on.

“Thomas Micheal Shelby, receive this ring as a sign of my love and fidelity. In the name of the Father and the Son, and the holy spirit.” you repeat the words, failing to hide your light annoyance as you place the wedding band onto Thomas’ left, ring finger.

“Now let us humbly invoke God's blessing upon this bride and groom, that in his kindness he may favor with his help those on whom he has bestowed the Sacrament of Matrimony.” Jeremiah states to everyone within the church, “In the sight of God and these witnesses, I now pronounce you husband and wife. The husband may now kiss the bride!”

As Jeremiah speaks the last sentence, your now husband, carefully cups your face, bringing his face closer towards yours, pressing a kiss onto your lips, instantly melting into it, you hesitantly place your hands onto the nape of his neck, closing your eyes, the kiss now turning quite intimate. Cheers erupt.

“Alright, calm down you both, no need to eat eachother up, you’ve got a whole house to do that shit in!” a deep, joy fall teasing voice erupts behind Thomas, snapping you both out of eachother’s mouths, seeing the owner of the voice, Arthur, smirk. You pull away from him, your brownish pink shaded lipstick now lightly smudged onto his lips, looking away, moving your gaze around, seeing your uncle nod lightly - in approval - his stern facade still remaining. As you look around, your eyes then land on a couple of Spanish lads, rivals of yours,

they surely weren’t on the wedding list.

“Right everyone, let’s get the fuckin’ family photo done!” Arthur yells aloud, snapping you out of your train of thoughts, making everyone get outside the church, where the wedding photo is meant to be taken.

As both yours and Thomas’ family gather around you both, infront of the camera, Arthur bellows for space to be made, guiding the less important guests away from the camera. You then look towards the field on your right, the same group of unknown Spanish men huddled together, seemingly discussing something suspiciously. Unexpectedly, you get pushed, loosing your balance on your heels, you fall into your husband. He quickly reacts by grabbing your waist, letting the cigar be held with his lips, holding you upright as you regain balance.

“Alright?” you hear him ask you, through the cigar, softly, yet his Birmingham accent present, looking down at you.

“Yeah, thanks...” you mutter, your light London accent contrasting his, as you straighten yourself, avoiding to look at him, still stubbornly furious at this wedding.

The rest of both families now finally find places to stand for the photograph. As the photographer announces the photo will be taken, Thomas snakes his arm around your waist, catching you off guard as he pulls you closer to him, your arm unconsciously resting onto his back, hand placed onto your shoulder. The Spanish men depart, moving away from others, you notice and can’t help but feel a hint of panic growing within you, you weren’t aware of their presence being made at the wedding.

As the photographer states that the photo has been taken, both families now disperse, mingling with each other. You notice how John and your younger brother getting along, having a laugh with one another. Yet your mind is still on those group of lads.

Family and friends now gather around you - same with your husband, you feel arms wrap around you in a friendly hug, you then notice it's your best friend, your chosen bridesmaid.

“I told you it'll be alright.” she mutters into your ear.

Unable to hide your light smile, you step back, letting go of her. “Don't get too full of yourself.” you mutter back, teasingly. She now moves to the side, as your mother embrace you. “Your father would be proud.” your mum states, cupping your face, smiling lightly.

You smile very lightly, placing your hands upon your mothers. “For dad.” you mutter.

Time passes, family and friends congratulate the newly weds. Finally, your uncle approaches, patting Thomas on the back, congratulating him and the rest of the Shelby family, the rest of your family following along on bidding their now in-laws a congrats, the Spanish not to be seen.

After a while, the party makes their way to the Arrow House for the reception. Thomas makes his way towards you, placing his hand on the low of your back, guiding you towards the chariot.

“Let's take you to your new home, aye?” he says as he helps you up into the chariot.

“I can get on it myself.” you snap lightly towards him, refusing his help, causing his corner of his lip to curl upwards into a very tiny smirk.

The ride to the Arrow House was silent. As the chariot approaches your new home, you can't help but notice how gorgeous the victorian house is. You look up mesmerised by the beauty. Thomas notices but doesn't say anything, instead he gets off the carriage and puts his hands out to help you down, which at first you refused to take, until you realised your wedding dress weighs you down, giving you a high chance to face plant the floor. Stepping into the house, you look around, captivated by its stunning decor, looking at the paintings with decorate the walls. The wedding party follows behind, cheering and laughing with one another.

“Welcome, Mr. and Mrs. Shelby.” you hear an older woman say, you turn your head to where the voice was coming from, realising it was a maid.

“Is everything set, Frances?” he mutters, exhaling smoke.

“Yes, Mr. Shelby.” she replies.

Everyone settles in, music erupts in the hall, couples singing and dancing, getting drunk and high. You observe around the room, figuring out where the Spanish lads have wondered off too.

A woman, seeming a couple of years younger smiles at you, “Welcome to the Family.” she passes you a glass of irish whiskey. “I'm Ada, Ada Thorne, Tommy's younger sister.”

You gladly take the whiskey offered to you, taking a long needed sip, “Thanks, Ada, i'm y/n I/n-”

“Shelby.” Ada corrects, a light smirk plastered on her face as she sips on her own glass of whiskey.

“Oh don’t worry, darling, you’ll be hearing ‘Mrs.Shelby’ all the time, it’ll stick.” an older woman speaks, smirking at you, standing next to Ada, sipping on her champagne.

Ada then speaks up, gesturing over to the woman beside her who looks you up and down, “This is Aunt Polly.”

“If Tommy ever lays a finger on you, or even says or does something horrible, you come straight to me.” Aunt Polly added in a strong womanly tone, “I’ll sort the man out.”

You and Ada let out a light chuckle.

“Pol, you’re making him seem like he’s fucking crazy!” Ada states.

As you’re in a commotion with the two shelby’s, drifting the worry caused by the Spanish off your mind, giggling whilst drinking, your older sister and your 5 year old niece, walks over to you. Your niece then smiles up at you, embracing you, you lift her up, and let her nuzzle into you. Your sister leans over and whispers in slight worry into your ear. “y/n, I don’t know where (uncle’s name) is, (younger brother’s name), (older sister’s husband’s name) and (male cousin) is looking for him, Mum’s just told me there’s unwanted guests here, I think it’s the Spanish.”

As she speaks your smile falters, the two Shelby’s notice the change of your dementor and how panicked your older sister seemed. “Is everything alright, loves?” polly asks, her happiness now being replaced with concern.

“I- yeah…” you mutter out, staring at your sister in disbelief, you then look around the hall, downing the rest of the whiskey and putting the glass down, “I saw a couple of them…”

“And you didn’t think of telling us?” your older sister says, in a more lecturing tone, backing up, so she can see your face.

“I-” you try to reason, but judging on the look on her face, you knew there was no point, you look around the room, trying to spot any of the Spanish, or anyone involved with them.

“What's going on?” Polly now questions more seriously, Ada now backing her up.

Your sister turns to face your in-laws, “There's uninvited guests here, some of our enemies...”

Polly's face darkens and Ada's brows rise.

Polly then turns her head looking around and then her gaze lands on 3 young lads. She takes a couple of steps across the room.

“Mum?” one of the younger lads, seeming the eldest out the three, furrows his brows up at polly, and then eyes you and the others around you, “Is everything alright?”

“Micheal, I want you to go to Tommy and let him know there's unwanted Spanish guests here, enemies of the l/n foundation.” Aunt Polly states in an authoritative tone, “Isaiah, Finn, just keep an eye out for the Spanish.”

All three boys nod and does as they're told.

The door to Thomas' office gets swung open, revealing a panicked Micheal, “Tommy!”

The Shelby gangster looks up from the paperwork, a string of smoke releasing his lips, he promised to polly that it would take only a couple of minutes, yet has been stuck in his office for half an hour, “Micheal, what's wrong?”

“Tommy, there's unwanted Spanish guests here, enemies of the l/n foundation.” Micheal walks towards his desk, eyeing the paperwork.

Tommy then stands up from his seat, stubbing his cigar out, placing his pistol into his holster, “Make sure everyone stays put, Micheal.”

Thomas leaves the office, Micheal following behind into the hall.

“John, Arthur!” He motions for the two to come over, joining your sister and niece, your mother, your auntie, polly, Isaiah, Finn ada, esme, Micheal and himself.

As the family has all came together, your mother begins to fill the family in on how no one knows where (uncle’s name) is, (younger brother’s name), (older sister’s husband’s name) and (male cousin) are looking for him as well as the fact there are unwanted Spanish enemies here, as guests.

Tommy looks around the group.

“Is everythin' alright?” Arthur asks his younger brother, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“Where the fuck's my wife?” he spits out in protectiveness, his gaze darting around the room for his spouse. You're his wife now, you're his woman now, you're his responsibility.

“She was with us a moment ago.” ada blurts out, worry overtaking her body, worried for her sister in law she just grew a strong bond over.

“Where is she now!?”

“Who's that?” Esme states, motioning over towards an older lad, who's walking at a fast paste, across the dance floor, standing out, like a white crayon in a box full of black ones.

Everyone looks at the guy Esme gestures towards.

“John, Arthur, come with me. Everyone else, keep guarded.” Tommy then follows the older man with his two brothers following behind.

“Mum, she'll be fine, she's capable of anything.” your older sister wraps her arms around your mum's shoulders, assuring her you're fine. Polly passes her a glass of whiskey, knowing how the worry feels, as she felt the same when Tommy, John and Arthur went off to war.

“She's a strong woman.” your auntie adds.

“Auntie y/n the best!” your niece butts in, making the family chuckle.

Your fist meets one of the Spanish men's nose, causing him to stumble back into the wall holding onto his broken, bloody nose, a couple of the enemies lay on the floor, dead, blood covering your white wedding gown.

“You bitch!” a strong Spanish accent is heard behind you, causing you to turn and grab the wrist that was aimed at you, pulling the lad forward, putting him into a headlock, “Oh, I'm the bitch?” you sarcastically spit out, facing him towards the other man, him watching as you shoot the man in the headlock, dropping dead.

The guy with the broken nose looks at you in horror, horrified at what such a pretty, naive-looking woman could do, he clearly underestimated you. You're no naive woman, you're a woman with power and intelligence. In your eyes, no msn can own you, snd you'll make sure that Thomas Shelby's well aware of that.

Another bullet releases from your pistol, piercing the heart. He falls dead. As the bullet was shot, you get pushed to the side, harshly against the wall, getting pinned. You groan at the harsh contact. The man lifts his gun up. Unable to react in time, he wacks the gun across your face, face snapping to the right, pain shoots through, a few cuts begin to let out blood. Without being able to process what just happened, he punches you, your face snapping the other direction. You let out a painful grunt.

A cold, metal barrel meets your chin, face now tilting up, looking at him coldly and with deadly eyes, even though he could end your life in seconds.

“I knew you were sexy, but I didn't think that having you under me, with the ability to end your life in seconds could be sexier.” he growls out in a strong Spanish accent, “What should I do hm, darling? You've killed all the others.”

You stare up at the man as he looks you up and down, checking you out in the bloody white wedding gown with the stained veil decorating your head.

He then grinds his hips into yours, causing you to back yourself more into the wall, you've never felt so vulnerable, “Should I fuck you and then kill you, or just kill you, huh? What would your husband think when he sees you dead, my cum traveling down your legs?”

You close your eyes, not wanting to look at the older man, disgusted, “You dirty fucking bastard.” you mutter out, clearly not wanting to admit how you're in a dead end.

That earned another sack across your face, you whine out in pain, the gun barrel retuning to where it first laid. He clearly didn't like your attitude.

Bang.

part three out now!

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when will u be posting bounded by business pt 2?? i absolutely loved it!

heyy omg thank youu🩷

you guys are so sweett!

im in the process of writing part two, it’s quite a long one so i hope you don’t mind! i’ll try and get it out by the end of this week yet i’ve been quite busy, but i wont let that stop me from writing for you guys🤍

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𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓭 𝓫𝔂 𝓫𝓾𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓼 — part one!

peaky blinders x fem!reader, thomas shelby x fem!reader

↳ 𝓽𝔂𝓹𝓮 — fluff/angst(?)/smut(ish)

↳ 𝓼𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓪𝓻𝔂 — a second class powerful gang in the south of london reaches out too a strong working class gang in the south east of birmingham for a union. Both families unite by an arranged marriage, however the soon-to-be wife is against it.

↳ 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓮 — preferably at the start of season 2, maybe even before, but after grace’s betrayal. (Arthur is not married to Linda yet.)

↳ 𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 ❗️— swearing, gang talk, arranged marriage, mentions of slight sexual interaction, cheating,

↳ 𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓮 — this is my first series, so please lmk how i did😭

↳ 𝓷𝓪𝓿𝓲𝓰𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷.

“Y/N.” a strong, stern voice bellowed through the corridors of the L/N Foundation establishment and to your office. You instantly recognised it - it’s your uncle. This man was not to be messed with, kept waited or even looked/thought lowly at. Though he’s your uncle, he still has high expectations for you, regardless of being a woman, and expects you to meet them. Standards he only upholds for you, higher than others. Without wasting any time, not having the set mind to anger him for your tardiness and causing another one of your stubborn arguments, you walk out your office and make your way to one of the meeting rooms that he’s located in.

You peer through the doorway, your hair framing your face. “Yes uncle, is everything alright?” you ask in your usual london accent, acknowledging the three men, recognising them as the Peaky Blinders, men you’ve heard about - working class gangsters showing society just what working class people can achieve.

“Come in, my darling,” your uncle says softly, a bit too softly. You walk in, warily due to his unusually gentle behaviour. Sitting into the seat he indicates you to sit in, you look at the three men sat infront of you. They stare at you as if interrogating you, eyeing your long navy dress, noticing how it defines your curves. The man on your left seemed the eldest, his upper lip holding a firm moustache and has short slicked-back hair. On the right seemed the youngest, his face is neat, no facial hair identifiable and has short back and sides haircut. But the one in the middle caught your eye, he seemed like the leader of the working class gang in Small Heath, his ocean blue eyes are captivating and his defined jaw and cheekbones look as if they can cut.

“Y/N, these fine, young lads are the Peaky Blinders, the gang i’ve been telling you about this morning,” Your uncle looks at you and gestures to the three men. “The Shelby brothers.” You nod your head, slightly confused on why he seems so eager for you to know them.

“Right..” you reply, in a more unbothered tone, clearly unbothered by them. This doesn’t go unnoticed by him, but lets it slide, not wanting to cause a scene.

He then turns to the Blinders, to introduce his niece. “Mr. Shelby’s, this is my niece, y/n l/n, she upholds a high rank within the L/N Foundation. She’s practically my right hand - carried out many successful plans within the business. She’s quite a fierce young woman and has a strong reputation within London. Our successor.” The Shelby’s stay quiet, slightly fazed at how a woman can be able to uphold such a reputation.

“Thomas Shelby,” the middle brother reached out to you for a hand shake, “These are my brothers, John and Arthur.” he gestures at the two men. You can’t fail to hear his strong brummie accent that strikes many women. His name confirms your suspicions about him leading the Shelby Company Limited. Your uncle nudged your leg under the table, motioning you to shake the hand he’s offering. You then glance at your uncle, then shaking Thomas’ hand, you feel how his rough, thick hands come into contact with your slender soft ones, significantly smaller than his. “I’ve heard a lot about your work, Mr. Shelby.” you address, taking your hand back, as you eye their expensive suits that working class men can’t afford, except the Peaky Blinders.

“Care to elaborate, Miss. l/n.” Thomas states, in his rough tone, noticing how the gold you wear highlights your wealth.

“Your business expansion, to not only spread across the country, but also expanding to overseas, it’s truly impressive.” you comment, “And your reputation… not many can believe how easily you took down Mr. Billy Kimber.”

“And I believe we could become even stronger together. By having my niece marry you, Mr Thomas Shelby.” your uncle interrupts you, and in return, you snap your head towards him, eyes widened in utter shock and disbelief. Thomas doesn’t even flinch, seeming as he’s already been informed of this, his two brothers snap their heads towards him, asking if he’s serious.

“Tommy you surely not agreeing to this?” his brothers mutter to him.

“WHAT THE FUCK?” you yell out in downright distress, protesting against this, the Peaky Boys get taken aback, thinking you were just some eye candy. “Why can’t (female cousin’s name) do it? She’d marry him!”

“Your cousin’s already got a lad.” your uncle calmly replies.

“Oh so Andrew disappears?” you sarcastically snap back, not caring less that the Peaky Blinders are sat infront of you, witnessing such a scene. Andrew’s your boyfriend of 2 years. Instead of your uncle replying, he walks over towards the meeting room’s telephone and connects to your boyfriend’s telephone line. Handing out the receiver for you to take, you hesitate but then get up from your seat, snatching the receiver from you, placing it onto your ear, your heart breaks. The man that you’ve been with for two years, is fucking another woman. You hear moans from the other end, hearing the dirty words Andrew would say to you, now saying it to the whore in his bed, who’s begging for a release. Taking the receiver away from your ear, you look at your uncle with eyes hinting with guilt and regret, yet you’re too stubborn to show him fully.

“So I take that as a yes?”

You don’t respond to him, still in shock from what you’ve just heard.

“Right Mr Thomas Shelby, as long as you are alright with this proposal, I believe we should wrap this meeting up.” Your uncle responds respectfully and calmly, as if you’re not going mental over this beside him.

“Yes, Mr. L/N, as I’ve previously told you, i’m more than happy to marry your niece.” tommy replies, his deadly eyes not leaving you. His two brothers now taken aback at his quick agreement.

“Wait- he knows? And I’ve just found this out?” your brows are furrowed, glaring at not just Tommy, but John and Arthur as well, in betrayal how he’s told Thomas before you.

“y/n, darling, I don’t have time for this,” he mutters under his breath, audible to only you, then watches you as you storm out.

“Like I previously said, Mr Thomas Shelby, she does need a man like you to put her in her place.”

part two out now!

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𝓶𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽 𝓸𝓷𝓮 — part one of a list to navigate my fics.

𝓶𝓪𝓻𝓿𝓮𝓵 — “with great power comes great responsibility.”

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𝓹𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 𝓫𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓼 — “you do not fuck with the peaky fucking blinders!”

🎀 𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓭 𝓫𝔂 𝓫𝓾𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓼 — part one! | part two! | part three! | part four coming soon!

↳ 𝓼𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓪𝓻𝔂 — a second class powerful gang in the south of london reaches out too a strong working class gang in the south east of birmingham for a union.

↳ fluff/angst(?)/smut(ish)

𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓻𝓸𝓸𝓴𝓲𝓮 — “arrest me but make it sexyy!”

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𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓻𝔂 𝓹𝓸𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻 — “yer a wizard, harry.”

(none)

𝓶𝔂 𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓸 𝓪𝓬𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓶𝓲𝓪 — “i am here!”

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