#finn shelby smut

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| Innocent Enemy |

Finn Shelby X Oswald Mosleys daughter!Reader

( WARNING: 18+ content, Raw sex, loss of virginity, breeding kink, enemies to lovers, innocent! Reader, mean! Finn, exhibition kink, cream-pie, getting caught, superiority complex, barely a hint of Michael Gray, etc. )

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Finn only hated the girl because he was told to. She was barely younger than him, only by a couple of months, but she was Oswald Mosleys daughter. So, she was not exactly an enemy in public. She was more of a foe, especially when she was catching on to Tommy Shelby’s plan.

But despite his hate for her, he grew jealous as he watched his cousin, Michael Gray, trap her in a corner with a smirk on his face. He curled a piece of her hair around his finger, blowing his cigarette smoke above her head.

She wasn’t exactly uncomfortable, because Michael Gray was undeniably good looking. But there was two problems. One, he was married. And two? Well, Y/n hated to admit it…but she was sweet on Finn Shelby, the youngest Shelby brother. Her favorite. Even if he acted like he hated her.

But where did it all start? Well—

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Finn had come into his brothers house late, drunk. Not noticing that Tommy was currently in a tense meeting with Sir Oswald Mosley.

Fortunately, he didn’t bother them at all. Only— Mosley’s teenage daughter. Who was sitting on the couch, one leg propped up on the couch, her knee pressed against her chest. Her heels long gone to wherever she had kicked them.

Finn stood in the doorway, leaning on it as he stared at her in silence. Her head was laid onto the head of the choice, making Finn want to walk up and wrap his hand around her thin throat.

Y/n was extremely tired, she had been waiting almost an hour for her dear father to end the meeting. She only came because she believed it would be quick, as all of his other meetings with the Shelby’s typically were.

Now, this particular occurrence was before the attempted assassination on Sir Mosley.

“Tired?” Finn spoke up with a smirk, sticking his hands in his pockets. Y/n slowly looked forward, taking her head off of the couch. She simply stared at him, her hair slightly falling into her tired, pouty face. “It ain’t safe to fall asleep here…y’never know what someone may do to someone like you.” Finn spoke mischievously.

Y/n sighed tiredly, rubbing her face gently. She dropped her leg back down onto the couch, her legs parting, “Someone like me? Is that supposed to be an insult, Mr. Shelby?” She mumbled, her eyes closed as she dropped her head back onto the couch. “I do believe I am quite the good girl. My Daddy says so many times per day.” She hummed with her eyes remaining closed.

This particular act had shown Finn that she was not afraid of him, which made him angry. He clenched his jaw and began making quick but quiet strides over to her. Why do his brothers get to have all of the fun? He thought.

Y/n had yet to notice him, only opening her eyes out of shock when he forced his knee in between her thighs. “Hey!—,” She began, almost catching the attention of her father who was just in the other room.

But Finn lunged forward, too drunk for his own good as he gently but firmly gripped her jaw and tilting her head upward to stare into his darkened eyes. “Yer cute…acting as if you aren’t afraid of me.” Finn laughed bitterly.

She pouted, “I’m not.” She replied with no hesitation.

Finn breathed outward deeply from his nose, “I could shoot you right now, I could do anything I see fit to you. You’re just a small, little…spoiled posh girl.”

Y/n brought her smaller hand up to hold softly onto Finns wrist, “So are you. We’re the same.” She whispered sweetly. “We are both children of God, are we not?” She spoke so innocently, making Finn bite his lip and loll his neck.

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And that was their first impressions on each other.

Now, they were once again at Tommy’s house. Michael only being there for the meeting with Tommy, Arthur, and Oswald Mosley.

Oswald had picked Y/n up from her Catholic private school just fifteen minutes before their arrival. Her uniform had long dried by then but her hair was still damp and lying in her face.

Making her more attractive as she stared nervously up at Michael through her eyelashes. Michael glanced over his shoulder and sent Finn a smirk, causing the younger boy to come storming over.

Michael at least expected for his cousin to say something, but Finn only slid his hand through the small gap in between their bodies and grabbed Y/n’s wrist.

Y/n made no attempt to pull away from Finn, simply letting him drag her down the halls and up the stairs of Tommy’s manor. She didn’t even question him as he pulled her into a bedroom, but not just any bedroom. Tommy’s bedroom.

Finn didn’t bother to lock the door, dragging her toward the bed and giving her a gentle shove. She fell on her butt, onto the edge of the bed. She stared at up Finn blankly, her hands conveniently placed perfectly in her lap.

Meanwhile, Finn knew nothing of Personal space, standing so, very close to Y/n. So close that his crotch was almost in her face, but if the seemingly innocent girl had noticed, she sure hadn’t made any indication that she did.

“Yes, Finn?” Her voice came out so softly that Finn couldn’t resist the urge to pick her up and toss her higher onto the bed.

She yelped in surprise as he did just that, Finn crawling toward her. Subconsciously, she spread her legs for him, making him smirk. “Mm…Already so obedient, eh?” He teased, placing his hands on her knees.

Y/n remained silent, staring up at him with doe eyes as he slowly slid his hands down the soft skin of her legs until he reached her ankles.

Finn placed his legs on her own, keeping her pinned down onto the bed by her lower half. Finn took it upon himself to grab the hem of her dark, plaid school skirt and slide it up her legs. Revealing a short, ruffly under skirt, matching with white garters that had a bow on the back of each.

Finn groaned, “You wear this to school?” He wondered, leaning down and rubbing his nose softly against the sensitive skin of her neck.

Y/n shivered slightly, nodding with a pout, “Daddy bought a whole set of ‘em for me.” She mumbled, embarrassed.

“Course’ he did.” Finn chuckled in response. “I hate to say it but— it’s time to take them off for the day.” He spoke huskily, his fingers working to unbuckle the garters.

Once he had successfully done so, he ever so slowly rolled each sheer sock like tights down her legs. Throwing each across the room before moving his hands up to the hem of her skirt. He held in a laugh when he realized the zipper was on the back.

He gave her no warning, lifting his body weight off of her before speedily flipping her onto her stomach. He stood on his knees, quickly unzipping her skirt and pulling it down her butt, along with her cotton panties.

“Fuck, can already see how soaking you are, Love.” Finn licked his lips, placing one hand on the small of her back, slipping his hand into her light pinkish white blouse.

“Finny?” Y/n breathed out, resting her cheek on her crossed arms. Finn only hummed in response, moving to flip her over for the last time in order to unbutton her thin blouse. “I am a virgin.”

Finn looked into her eyes, leaning down to kiss her lips softly. “I’ve known.” He informed her lowly as he unbuttoned each button leisurely. His free hand running through her now dry, soft hair.

Once the two teens were fully undressed, lying together as if they were a puzzle, Finn promised himself that he would make Y/n cry. If she had yet to be afraid of him, then he’d use his power in this situation to make her cry and beg. That way, he could imagine that she was practically terrified of him.

“So much for being Daddy’s good little girl, right? Now? You’re my little girl.” Finn whispered contently as he sucked and licked her neck. Y/n let out a moan as Finn grabbed his cock, rubbing his tip in between her sticky, virgin folds. “I’ve never ‘ad a virgin.” Finn mumbled against her swollen and bitten lips. “S’gonna hurt.”

But he gave her no time to process this, very slowly pushing in, inch by inch. A sly grin was plastered on his face as she began whimpering in pain, her eyes tearing up. “Finn, it hurts.” She began to cry, leaning up off of the mattress, sliding her arms around his neck.

“I told you it would, Silly girl.” He teased quietly, his eyes slightly rolling back as he bottomed out. “Fuck.” He tried his damndest to stay in place, but as Y/n wriggled below him, he wanted so badly to slam into her repeatedly.

Y/n gasped, “Move, move. Please, Finn.” She spoke desperately all of a sudden, catching Finn off guard.

Finn didn’t need to be told twice, slowly pulling out, looking down to be met with his blood coated cock. He gripped the fat of her hips as he thrusted into her tight, hot walls. “You’re so tight. But so dirty, letting Daddy fuck you in a gangsters bed.” Finn chuckled, Y/n crying out and trying her best to pull him closer to her.

“M’sorry— just…please? Please go faster?” She begged hopelessly, her hand moving up to his hair.

Finn did just that, his hips slamming into hers. If anyone were to stand outside of the room, they’d hear the mutual moans and cries from both parties, along with the wet squelching and slapping of skin.

It was so lewd. So nasty. So risky. How could she lose her cherished virginity to a Peaky Blinder Gypsy and let her maidenhead blood bleed out onto the white sheets of the boss’ bed.

Y/n knew it was a sin, but she couldn’t help it. It felt too good as Finn slammed into her. Finn let out a louder, deeper moan, still thrusting in but slightly slower now as his hands flew down to Y/n’s plush thighs. He gripped them, practically throwing her legs around his waist.

Due to the lack of stability, Y/n’s body was sliding up and down the bed.

“Feels s’good!” Y/n cried out, accompanied by Finns even louder and careless moans. Neither seemed to realize that everyone in the house could hear them from all the way upstairs.

“Yeah?” Finn softly spoke. “It’d feel even better if I came deep, deep into your little tummy. Filling you with Shelby babies? Gypsy babies. Would you like that?” Finn cooed, sliding his hand under her body. His hand splayed out on the middle of her back, pulling her upward so that they could be chest to chest as the two grew closer and closer.

“Yes, yes.” Y/n nodded blissfully, not even understanding what was going on. “Fill me, Finny.”

“Oh, I will. Then when you swell up with my baby, you’ll have to marry me. No matter what happens.” Finn grinned widely, cutting himself off with an unexpected groan as Y/n clenched on him. “She’s practically sucking me in, Love. Just asking to be fed.”

As they neared, so did Mosley and Tommy. Curious as to where the yells and cries were coming from.

Y/n wrapped her arms tightly around Finns neck as he slowed his pace. He slowly pushed in and out of her, one arm wrapped around her back, his other free hand cradling her head in order to keep in the crook of his neck.

“I can feel how close you are, just let it go. Then I will too, and you’ll be full to the brim with my babies.” Finn whispered, placing endless kisses to the side of her head, rubbing the back of her head with his thumb.

Y/n nodded, her jaw slack as she rested her almost limp head on Finn’s.

Finn sped up in his last few seconds worth of thrusts. And just as both teens felt their climax come flying forward, the bedroom door flew open. For Mosley had thought that someone was hurting his sweet little girl, judging by the cries that were heard from just outside the door.

But as him and Tommy stopped midway through the room, their eyes landed on Finn and Y/n. Bare naked, not even bothering to cover up with the sheets as they fucked.

The two noticed the older men immediately, and despite their embarrassment, Finn couldn’t seem to stop his hips from moving. Riding out their highs as tears flowed down Y/n’s cheeks. Finn focusing on pushing his cum deep into her womb.

“Well…it seems as if we may need to arrange a ceremony?” Mosley began with a smirk as the teens settled down. Tommy glared at Mosley for a short second, making the man shrug. “What? I can’t let people think my daughter’s innocence was taken before her wedding night.” Mosley snickered happily.

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Day 3: Engraved in the Flesh || Finn Shelby x Reader

Requested by a lovely anon 🖤

TW: Kinktober prompt- marked, canonical violence, violent sexual practice, spanking, marking kink, non-protected sex, allusion to anal

Words: 630.

Notes: This work is a part of the Peaky Kinktober Event you can find here. Comment on the event post if you want to be tagged in the future works for Kinktober. The length of each prompt is random, but it’s never less than 600 words.

The family never suspected something to be wrong with the youngest of the tribe. After all, he had been lucky enough not to know the ugly truth of war nor the physical and emotional torment of hunger or poverty. If anything, Finn had grown up under Polly’s loving wing. Even if he was accustomed with gangs violence, he never truly took part of it before his brothers deemed him old enough. Arthur, Tommy and John worked hard so that he would never had to take a bullet like they did. They wanted him to be a general, not a disposable and vulnerable soldier. When he started to hang out with the pastor’s daughter, his Aunt was delighted. All of Birmingham knew how kind and quiet Y/N was. Holy Saint among the sinners, the young woman often wandered in the gritty streets of Small Heath with a basket filled with food she usually distributed to the poorest souls. Y/N left a bright sunshine in her wake, all the darkness of the place caught in her long coal black hair. Rumors said that when she smiled, even the most wicked men couldn’t lay a finger on her, all blissed out by her beauty and her divine aura of peacefulness. The bruises on her delicate skin? She was just incredibly clumsy. That was what her father always told her! And when she wasn’t bumping or tripping, the heavy basket she carried marked the flesh of her forearms.

But when the night came and the devils danced under the pale moonlight, she disappeared through her window and ran away from home, swallowed by the dull forest nearby. Y/N hid in an old vargo that belonged to the Shelby family, guided by the weak string lights hanging at the door, and she impatiently waited for Finn Shelby to appear in the doorway with a bottle of whisky in one hand, and a red rose in the other. Then their sordid and obscene ritual started, always following the same order: He slipped the flower in her hair, its crimson and velvety petals enhancing her beauty and suiting the color of the lipstick she had stolen from her mother. Then, they made the temperature rise, hands roaming on flesh clothes flying across the vardo. Only when the bottle of whisky was empty and their arousal reaching its limits, he assaulted her tight cunt with violent and rapid thrusts. A glistening and fragile pussy that only knew his cock. No one else’s. The way her warmth and wetness wrapped him sent his soul to heaven, making his lashes flutter. He was supposed to be a nice boy. She was supposed to be a holy and virginal girl.

So why? Why were they fucking like animals each night in the woods, filling the air with moans, flesh snapping sound and sweat? Why did he bend her over and spank her with his suit’s belt — and why did she enjoy it, her love juice trailing down her thighs more and more at each new beating? Finn grunted in her mouth when he came, painting her walls white and keeping her full til the morning. That was how Y/N liked him: engraved in her flesh, and dripping from her sore holes.

“Tsss, be more careful Y/N. You’re black and blue.” Her father scolded her, eyes rolling with annoyance at his daughter’s carelessness that revealed itself through her purplish bruises on her legs, thighs and neck. Little he knew that all her skin had been painted blue, immaculate flesh turned into a masterpiece by the brush of a mad artist. Y/N was both the canva and the muse, letting Finn Shelby turned her into what their love had always been: nothing gentle but the embodiment of Sin.

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Closer Than You Think

Warnings: smut

I’m back from the dead x

Myself and Finn had a strange relationship. I’m a close friend to the Shelby family. My Father passed away during the war and ever since my Mother has only come home to sort herself out and then disappear again to do God knows what.

I found comfort in my neighbours. Especially Polly Gray. She taught me about her spiritual ways when I was most down and introduced me to the three eldest of the Shelby boys when they came home from the war.

I’d say Finn and I have always been friends but now I’m involved in the Shelby business as Tommy’s secretary, we bypass each other with a simple ‘Hi’ and carry on.

I’ll admit, I’ve always had an infatuation with Finn. As he grew older and basically grew into his Peaky hat, he could command a room with just his eyes.

Even though I’m usually Tommy’s secretary, today I’m acting as Finn’s as Tommy says he could use a hand organising the mounds of documents in his office.

He was currently reading through a pile of papers I’d asked him to sort through to see if they were rubbish or not. ‘What are you doing for lunch?’ He spoke into the quiet room. Stood near the window wiping the dust off a cabinet I had cleared I replied, ‘I’m not sure, might just see what Polly’s doing’. He hummed to himself as I asked him what he was doing for lunch. ‘I’ve got a whore on the way, she shouldn’t be long’ he replied bluntly.

I rolled my eyes trying to think of any reason this man would need to pay for sex. I don’t think he realises half of Small Heath are drooling over him, including myself. I was preparing to excuse myself as I didn’t want to be in the room when she arrived. Movement outside the window caught my eye. ‘Is your whore Chinese?’ I asked. ‘I think so, why?’ He got up and walked to the window. ‘She’s just put a knife in her pocket, this is why you shouldn’t pay for random girls to service you’, I stared at him.

He rubbed his nose, ‘oh yeah and where exactly am I meant to find better?’ He was staring down at me. ‘Closer than you think’, I toyed with him. He walked towards the door, thinking I’d done something wrong I carried on sorting my things to leave for lunch. I heard Finn open the door and shout down the hall to Isiah, ‘send that whore away will you’. Isiah shouted back confirmation of some sort.

Finn walked back over to me and pulled me into a kiss. My hands went straight to his chest as the kiss continued. He walked us back to the wall behind us. ‘You should’ve said something sooner’ he said to me. We stared at each other, ‘what do you mean?’ I questioned as I caught my breath. ‘I’ve been wasting my money on random girls when I could’ve been treating you like a queen’ he replied.

He pulled me into another kiss as he picked me up and walked us over to his desk. He moved things out of the way, making it obvious that he was trying to keep things organised as to not reverse all the work I did in the morning. I giggled as he pulled me to sit on his desk. ‘Correct me if I’m wrong but you’ve never?’ He left his question open ended. I blushed as I hid my face in his shoulder, ‘nobody seemed worth it’, I replied. You could tell his ego was soaking in the fact that that meant that he was worth it.

I wore a dress that hugged my waist and fell down to my knees. As he pulled me into another kiss, his hands ran from my waist and down my thighs. He began to push my skirt up to my waist, he made eye contact with me as I nodded for him to carry on. I felt his fingers brush against the cotton of my underwear, letting out a whine as the ache left me wanting more.

I felt his fingers push my underwear to the side as his hand cupped behind my knee to pull my leg up round his waist. His fingers brushed my clit as he pulled me into another kiss, being in complete control of the current moment. He pulled away from the kiss, our foreheads still touching ‘you’re unreal’ he whispered. I let out a moan, pushing myself closer to his hand.

He abruptly pulled his hand away, pulling a whine from my mouth. ‘Be patient’, he toyed with me. His hands began to pull the zipper down at the back of my dress. As I pulled the dress off my shoulders, my hands then began to unbutton his shirt. His jacket discarded early this morning. My hands slid down his chest beginning to unbuckle his belt. He pushes my hands away, ‘I’m not done with you yet’, he smirks.

He lifts me up to pull the dress from my waist, shoes discarded at the same time. He places his hand on my stomach and pushes me to lie back on the desk. He bends to kiss my stomach as my fingers tangle in his hair. His fingers reach to pull my underwear down and then undo my bra. He looks down at me as I look up at him, both admiring what we see.

He sits in the chair infront of his desk and leans forward so his tongue can work its way over my clit. My hands fly back to his hair as I moan and curve my back away from the desk. He flicks his tongue back and forth as I feel the pressure building in my stomach. I feel his fingers brush up my leg to join his tongue as he pushes one finger inside of me. I could cry at how good it feels. I moan his name as I pull on his hair.

He pulls away from my clit and kisses my thigh as he pushes two fingers in me. I could feel the pain but the pleasure took over. My hand reached behind my head as I held onto the edge of the desk. I moaned out into the room as Finn watched his fingers push in and out. I needed to feel more so my hand wanders down and starts to play with my clit. ‘Fucking hell’ I hear him whisper.

I make eye contact with him as he begins to lean over and pull me into a heated kiss. One hand holds the back of his head as the other scratches at his shoulder. His thumb plays with my clit as his fingers pick up the pace. Pushing me over the edge as I start to convulse on the desk in front of him. I let out a string of curse words whilst moaning his name. He continues kissing me as my high comes and goes.

He circles my clit slowly, watching me react as he stares into my eyes. He kisses my cheek, my shoulder, my neck. ‘Come on, lunch was over 15 minutes ago.’ He whispers in my ear. I roll my eyes at him as I tried to get myself ready again. He helps me where he can and I go back to my temporary desk in the corner of his room.

We sorted a few more papers out before Tommy and Arthur were bursting through the door telling us a man had sent a whore to kill Finn. We both laugh and explain he’s fine. Tommy looks at both of us, ‘I left you two alone for less than 24 hours and this is what you do’. He walks out with Arthur.

Part 2 anyone?

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Friend: You're unhinged

Me: No, I'm not. I'm just saying it would be hot as fuck to let each of the Shelby brothers + Micheal to have their way with me

Friend: ......

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Don’t You Think It’s Time? — 𝙁𝙞𝙣𝙣 𝙎𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙗𝙮 𝙭 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 (𝙋𝘼𝙍𝙏 𝙏𝙒𝙊)

PART ONE  ✘

It had already been a couple of weeks since the night of the encounter. Y/N didn’t let the incident stop her from going to work and seeing her patients. As she rode through the streets of Small Heath, she would often catch glimpses of Finn Shelby. Whether it was outside The Garrison or anywhere else where he seemed to of been running errands.

Whenever the pair would lock eyes, it’s almost as if time stood still.

Y/N would blush, and Finn would feel his heart pick up it’s pace just from the mere sight of her. She was driving him crazy. They would smile at one another or perhaps even wave. However, no words were ever said due to the fact that both of them were busy whenever their paths would cross.

On this particular day, something was different. It was another early start for Y/N, though she didn’t mind. As much as she loved her job, she couldn’t deny how excited she was to have the weekend off.

Finn had woken up that morning with that same feeling in his chest he’d get whenever he would see her. He hasn’t been able to think of anyone else apart from her since that night. She was all he could seem to think about. It didn’t help that the vision of her would visit him in his dreams, almost every night.

He couldn’t go on another day. The thought of her this time simply wasn’t enough. He wanted to see her before he really did go crazy.

The youngest Shelby sat up against the headboard of his bed, slowly rubbing his hands over his tired face. Flicking open his pocket watch, it read to be 11:37am. Usually he would be up much earlier than this, but fortunately for him; his weekend had started early.

Tommy was away on business in London and Arthur had everything covered in his absence. With the amount of jobs his brothers have had him doing these past couple of weeks, Finn wasn’t going to turn down the opportunity of having a weekend off.

To do whatever he wanted. With a particular someone.  

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The day went by fairly quickly for Y/N. It was around 4:00 in the afternoon, which meant her weekend had finally started. She didn’t have any plans, but she didn’t seem to mind. After a busy day, there was nothing else that excited her more.

That’s what she thought, until she caught a glimpse of Finn Shelby. Suddenly, there was nothing else more exciting than seeing the man she had been longing for since he had walked her home only weeks ago.

He was in his typical Peaky Blinder attire. He was wearing a dark grey suit with a typical white dress shirt and a matching vest underneath. He wore a blue tie, having a diamond pattern on it. Y/N liked it, she thought it suited him.

He wore the signature cap with pride, and she noticed a cigarette between his fingers as he leaned against the wall. He looked confident this way, and it made her nervous. But in the best way possible.

As she began getting closer to the bike shed, he noticed her out of the corner of his eye. His head turned, as he was met with the girl he hadn’t managed to stop thinking about since he had first laid eyes on her.

She was already smiling, which lit up her whole face. Her eyes were bright, and Finn knew it was going to be a challenge to not stare into them and make himself weak in the knees. He took one last drag of his cigarette before tossing it on the ground an making his way over to her.

Y/N put her bike away, grabbing her nursing bag before turning to face him.

“Well if it isn’t Finn Shelby!” She said, her heart going a million miles an hour due to the fact that she was finally standing across from him.

Finn gave a cheeky smile in response, taking his cap off as he stopped in his tracks, “Hi love.”

Love, he was using pet names now. If he kept going she wasn’t sure how she would be able to cope.

“How you doing?” he followed up, running a hand through his hair and looking down at her.

“I’m good, yeah,” She nodded her head, “Just been keeping myself busy.”

Finn tilted his head to the side slightly, “I know the feeling.”

Her gaze narrowed slightly, in a humorous sort of way, “Not that I’m complaining, but what are you doing here?”

Her words caused him to look at the ground for a second before glancing back into her eyes, those beautiful eyes.

“Well,” Finn started, a wave a nerves suddenly washing over him.

A few seconds went by, the two of them just staring into each other’s eyes as if everyone in the whole world had stopped existing for a short moment and they were the only ones left.

Finn broke the silence, “Fancy getting out of Small Heath for a bit?”

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The pair were now in the car. Finn in the driver’s seat with Y/N next to him. As they drove out of Small Heath, watching brick buildings being replaced with green fields, it’s like they could feel all their worries disappearing away. 

Y/N had changed into a dress before they left and had taken her hair out, letting it fall free over her shoulders and back. 

She was leaning against the window on the passenger side of the car, looking out of her surroundings. While she was admiring the landscape, Finn couldn’t seem to stop admiring her. She looked so comfortable and it was invigorating for Finn to see her this way. 

He couldn’t help but steal glances between her and the road ahead of him. He loved hearing her comment about how lovely the land looked, or how she would smile at him, or even how her hair would be picked up by the wind coming through the window. 

He was growing rather fond of this girl, even more so with every minute that passed while they were together. 

The pair of them were beyond glad that they were finally spending some time alone together, on happier circumstances this time. She knew she had nothing to worry about while she was with him. 

Y/N had this overwhelming feeling of adoration and proximity, he made her feel alive.

“Where exactly did you say we’re going again?” She giggled, the sound making him grin from ear to ear.

“I didn’t,” he joked, “But we’re nearly there.”

She shook her head at him with a smile, leaning back into the seat.

Finn wasn’t sure what came over him as he took one hand off the steering wheel, reaching out for her own. Y/N placed her hand into his, loving how it felt so familiar.

She took notice of his family ring that he wore on his index finger. It was a gold ring with a black gemstone, which glimmered in the light.

He squeezed her hand, taking his eyes off the road momentarily to glance at her, “Do you trust me?”

“Yes,” she beamed, “I trust you Finn Shelby.”

That was all he wanted to hear in that moment. His heart fell back into it’s normal rhythm, feeling reassured in the fact that she still felt safe with him. 

Without a second thought, Finn lifted her hand to to his face. His eyes were still watching the road as he placed a kiss to the back of her hand, his lips lingering for a few seconds. 

Y/N was in awe of him, wanting to commit this exact moment in her memory forever.

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It was only about 15 minutes before Finn pulled the car over near a bridge.

He turned the car off and faced her, “We’re walking from here, it’s not far. Is that okay?”

Y/N nodded, opening the car door, “That’s fine!”

The two of them jumped out of the car. It felt good to stand up after being sat down in the car for at least an hour and a half. As Y/N was waiting for Finn to walk around to her side of the car, she closed her eyes momentarily. 

The air around them was pleasantly warm. The sun was low in the sky, meaning the sunset shouldn’t be too far away.

Finn stood beside her, looking down at her with a smile, “You ready?”

Y/N nodded, taking his hand as he reached out for her’s once again. 

Finn led the way down a concrete path, surrounded by trees. The pair chatted comfortably as they walked for a few minutes. 

“Not long now,” Finn reassured her as they kept walking. She noticed the path had started to end and they were now walking on grass, down a small hill. She held onto Finn’s hand tightly, not wanting to trip and embarrass herself. 

Y/N could start to hear the sound of flowing water getting increasing louder as they kept walking through the trees. Finn soon halted as she stood beside him, swinging their arms slightly to which their hands were still linked. 

“Wow,” Y/N exclaimed, taking in her surroundings. 

In front of them was a large bed of crystal clear water, in a clearing surrounded by trees where the sun was starting to cut through. There was a small waterfall at the very top. The soft sound of running water was like music to her ears.  

The sun was visible behind the trees as it was slowly setting. 

She dropped Finn’s hand, making her way over to the edge of the water. She knelt down on the soft grass, running the tips of her fingers through the water. 

“What do you think?” Finn questioned, placing his hands in his trouser pockets while smiling down at her.

Y/N marvelled the beauty in front of her. She glanced over her should to look at him, “I think it’s beautiful.”

In this moment, she decided to act on her impulsive thoughts. To Finn’s utter shock and surprise, Y/N stood to her feet rather quickly as she started to unbutton the front of her dress.

Finn’s eyes widen at this, “What the hell are you doing?”

“I’m going for a swim, care to join?” She chuckled, still trying fiddle with the buttons on her dress.

“Y/N,” Finn spoke, trying not to let the thought of her unbuttoning her dress do things to him, “It’ll be freezing. I’d hate for you to end up getting sick!”

She grinned, glancing at him over her shoulder as her dress began to fall slowly off her shoulders, “The water feels fine. C’mon! I thought you were a Shelby; you’re not scared are you?”

Finn breathed out through his lips, shaking his head with a grin plastered across his face as he started taking off his suit jacket.

“You’re a lot braver than me Miss Y/L/N,” Finn spoke as he turned around, wanting to give her some privacy.

She took another glance over her shoulder and watched as Finn took his gun holster off from around his shoulders. She couldn’t help but think about how attractive he looked and how he made her feel certain ways that gave her butterflies in her stomach with excitement.

Once Finn had stripped down to his boxers, he turned around, the sight nearly making his eyes pop out of his head.

There she was, standing in the water just up to her ankles in nothing but her undergarments. Finn instantly stopped from trailing his eyes down her figure, shaking any inappropriate thoughts out of his head. He respected this girl too much.  

He made his way down to her and stood by her side, hardly being fazed by the temperature of the water. Purely to be bold; instead of staying by her side, he kept walking until the water was up to his waist. Turning around, he noticed she still stood in place.

“Who’s scared now?” Finn raised his eyebrows, staring into her eyes from where he stood.

Y/N chuckled, “It’s actually colder than what I once thought.”

He smiled softly, slowly holding his hand out to her, “C’mon sweetheart, I promise it’s not that bad once you get used to it.”

By god, she adored the man standing in front of her. She already knew she would follow him anywhere.

Y/N sighed, crossing her arms over her chest and she slowly made her way towards him. She resisted the urge to squeal as she kept walking, but she couldn’t control the way she screwed her eyes shut at the feeling of the cold water making it’s way up her legs.

She glanced up to find that as she was slowly making her way forward, Finn took a couple of steps back, starting to trek a little deeper.

“Don’t you dare move, Finn Shelby!” She warned, not wanting to take her eyes off him.

He chuckled in response, now standing completely still in place, “I’m sorry. I won’t move.”

As she neared closer to him, Finn met her halfway so she wouldn’t have to walk as far.

“You doing okay?” Finn questioned as he stood in front of her.

The two of them were so close to one another that she could feel the warm radiating off him. Just like the night when he saved her and the way he sheltered her from the rain.

“I’m better now,” Y/N looked down momentarily before starting to look back up at him through her eyelashes.  

Finn smiled, reaching his hand out once again, “Still feeling brave?”

She shrugged her shoulders with a growing smile, taking the hand he was offering in her own.

He nodded; slowing starting to walk back further into the water, expecting her to follow him. She took one step forward and squealed, yanking him back. Finn laughed at her reaction, stepping forward to stand close to her once again.

“It’s freezing!” She whined, not daring to let go of his hand.

Y/N reached up before Finn had the chance to speak, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck. He chuckled at her reaction and felt her legs start to snake around his waist, holding onto him for dear life. Finn carefully wrapped his arms around her back and slowly started to walk further into the water.

She had her head resting against his, shutting her eyes as they were now almost completely submerged in the water. 

He could hear her whimpering and laughing into his ear, “See how brave you are?”

The pair chuckled in unison and soon fell into a comfortable silence. Finn stood his ground, swaying slowly as they continued to embrace. Y/N hoped he wouldn’t be able to hear her heart thumping against her chest. The only sounds to be heard were the water flowing, the call of birds and their breathing. It was pure bliss.

“Don’t hate me,” Finn said out of nowhere. Instead of waiting for a response he slipped under the water for a couple of seconds, taking her with him.

After they resurfaced, they still held on tightly to one another.

“Finn!” Y/N screamed in disbelief, wiping the water from her eyes.

He laughed, the sound vibrating through his chest and against her skin. Y/N kept her arms wrapped around his neck, but loosened her grip slightly as she glanced up at the sky.

“Look at all those colours,” she whispered, taking in all the beauty above them.

The sky had now changed colour. Turning all different shades of blue, purple, pink and orange. It made this place feel like she was in a dream.

As she glanced up to the sky, so did Finn. However, his eyes were only on the sky for a few seconds before they began trailing over her face.

He took in every single detail. The way her cheeks were a light shade of pink, the subtle freckles that grazed over certain parts of her face, her long eyelashes, even the way small droplets of water fell down her face. He couldn’t control his ever growing feelings for her.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful.”

Y/N instantly glanced down at him, not believing she had heard the words correctly that had just toppled out of his lips.

She noticed the way he was intently looking at her with hooded eyes. A look of astonishment. He was in awe of her, and he wasn’t trying to hide it in any way.

They both stared into each other’s eyes, neither of them wanting this moment to end.

Y/N smiled, leaning forward to press her forehead against his. She kept playing the words in her head, over and over again.

“Say it again,” she whispered, her breath hot against his face.

Finn kept looking at her through hooded eyes, moving closer to her if that was even possible. He kept one of his arms wrapped around her and trailed the other up her spine until he reached the back of her neck, cradling her.

“You,” he started, dropping his head down to place an innocent kiss to her chest; right over her heart, he could feel hear her hum in contentment.

“….Are so beautiful,” he finished the sentence, his gaze never once leaving her plump and pink lips.

Y/N smiled, not being able to contain the trapped words anymore, “Kiss me, Finn Shelby.”

He didn’t have to be told twice. Finn met her eyes one more time before gently placing his lips onto hers. The two of them sighed in relief against each other’s lips. He pulled away slowly, just for a moment before leaning back in.

They kissed slowly and sensually, never wanting it to stop. Y/N felt his hands rubbing comforting circles into her back, making her feel like she was floating. Finn then moved his hands from her back to her thighs, keeping her in place against him.

Y/N hummed against his lips, not being able to hide how good he was making her feel. She let her arms unwrap from his neck, and placed her hands against his shoulders instead.  

Finn could feel her start to run her nails gently up his neck and to the back of his head, running through his hair before she cupped his cheeks, not wanting him to ever pull away.

A few more minutes had passed before they both pulled away, giggling as their foreheads rested against each other once again.

“You’re all I’ve been able to think about since we first met,” Finn whispered against her lips.

Y/N grinned, rubbing circles into his cheeks as she continued to cup his face, “So have you.”

Finn groaned, causing her to laugh as he pecked her lips once more, “Can we just stay like this forever?”

“I have no objections against that, Mr Shelby.”

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©lilacsnid

[majesty31]

𝚂𝚎𝚡 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚔𝚢 | 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚗 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝒂/𝒏: 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒎𝒖𝒕 𝒔𝒐 𝒊𝒕 𝒎𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒅. 𝑰 𝒂𝒑𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒊𝒛𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒅𝒗𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: 𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑭𝒊𝒏𝒏 𝑺𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒃𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒘𝒐 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒙, 𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒐 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔/𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕: 𝑵𝑺𝑭𝑾! 𝒔𝒎𝒖𝒕, 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒑𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒙, 𝒗𝒊𝒓𝒈𝒊𝒏 𝑭𝒊𝒏𝒏, 𝒖𝒏𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒙, 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒌, 𝒅𝒓𝒚 𝒉𝒖𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒗𝒊𝒓𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒚, 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒋𝒐𝒃, 𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒇𝒇, 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝑰 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈.

𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕: 𝟐.𝟓𝒌

You had been dating Finn Shelby for a year now, and not once had you and him had sex. Finn was more of a quiet kind of boy, along with sweet and shy. You loved that about him but you also had needs.

Even though you were working your mind couldn't keep Finn out of your mind, the sinful thoughts made a blush rise every time. The two of you hadn't gone far at all, you haven't even felt his hands anywhere near the places you needed.

Finn would always stop when it would get a little heated, making up some excuse every time. You loved Finn and would never push him to do anything he didn't want to but today might be hard. You have been sexually frustrated the whole day and you needed a release, something you wouldn't be able to do on your own.

You were on your way to Finn's house, knowing that he was home alone because his sibling were all out having some type of reunion at his brother John's.

As you neared you started feeling a little bit nervous, you hadn't gone far at all with him, and now all of a sudden you wanted to go all the way.

You evened your breath once you approached his door. You brought your hand up and knocked on the door, feeling a little bit shaky. The door opened, and to your surprise, it was Isaiah who stood in front of you instead of Finn.

"Oh hey Y/N, what are you doing here at," He looked down at the watch that was on his wrist. "12:36" He looked up at you again. You blew out a nervous breath and smiled.

"I thought you were going to be at John's," You said, the feeling of turning around and heading home too deep, but you planted your feet to the ground and forced yourself to stay put.

"Yeah I was going to but my da thought it would be better if I stayed back," He replied. "Did ya want to come in?"

"Yeah, thank you," You said once he opened the door wider, letting you slip in past him. Your eyes wandered about the house, trying to see if you could spot Finn.

"Oi Finn your women's here!" Isaiah shouted, brushing past you and made his way into the sitting room. He took a seat on the sofa, but not before he took the whiskey from the small table in front of him and put it to his lips.

Finn walked into the room making you turn your head to look at him. The nerves in your stomach clenched and you couldn't help the way your eyes trailed down his body, taking in everything that made him Finn. When you moved your gaze back up just as slowly the reason why you had come found its way back in your head and the nerves slowed.

"Y/N?" Finn questioned, your eyes flew towards his. Heat rushed to your cheeks when you saw that his gaze was on you, confusion along with lust mixed within his face telling you that he saw how you were looking at him. You held his gaze as you took off your coat, slowly placing it on the sofa the was sat in front of you.

A chuckle filled the room making both you and Finn break eye contact and look towards Isaiah who was still sat on the sofa. He shook his head before he stood up, taking his coat from beside him and sliding it on.

"Show him a good time Y/N, then maybe his bloody brothers will stop teasing him about being a virgin," He remarked, a small smirk on his face. Isaiah looked at Finn who was glaring at him, this only made an amused look form in his eyes as he left the room. The only sound after that was the sound the door made when it closed, leaving you alone with Finn.

And just with those words that Isaiah had said, the nerves made their way back into your stomach. Your gaze slowly wandered back towards your handsome boyfriend who stood in the same spot, glaring at the door where Isaiah had stood just moments ago.

"Finn?" You questioned, slowly making your way towards him. You took his hand in your own making his gaze drop down towards you. You were average height but even then Finn towered over you, with him being a head or more taller.

You brought his hand down on your chest, right over your heart which was beating at a really fast pace. His gaze fell to where his hand was placed but soon moved it up to meet your eyes, a hungry look in his eyes.

"You feel that?" You purred. "That is for you Finn. If you were to move your hand further down you would feel what you really do to me," His breathing started getting more heavy, his gaze falling down to your lips that were slightly parted.

You moved onto your toes and brought your lips up to connect with his. You melted into him, moving your lips with his trying to taste every part of him you could. You brushed your tongue over his lip making him pull back.

"Y/N," He breathed, his eyes meeting yours. You sighed pulling out of his grasp. Your eyes fell to the floor.

"Do you not want to do it with me?" You asked hurt laced in your voice. He took your face into his hands, bringing it up to look at him.

"I do, so much," He paused, more like hesitated. "You're not a virgin, I feel that I wouldn't be able to give ya the pleasure that you want," His eyes fall towards the floor, making your heart swell. The reason why he doesn't want to have sex with you makes you want to do it even more, not for your sake but for his.

"Let me show you just how wrong you are," You whispered, taking his hands and leading him towards his bedroom. You closed the door behind you and made your way toward Finn. His nervous eyes met yours but he didn't back away, instead he placed his arms around you once you reached him.

You brought your hands to his neck and pulled him down to your lips in a slow kiss. You wanted to show him how much you loved him, you wanted him to feel it the day after so he would never forget his first time.

You took your time kissing his bottom lip, sucking and biting it softly which led him to let out a soft moan making your legs grow weak. You didn't pull away as you pushed him onto his bed, climbing on top of his tall body.

Your hands trailed under his shirt, feeling the way he tensed every time your hands made contact with his soft, warm skin. You pulled away for a couple of seconds to take his shirt off before finding your lips back on his, sliding your hands over his arms only to grip at his biceps that flexed under your soft touch.

Your hips started moving in slow circles against his, trying to relieve some pressure. You heard a low groan from beneath you, his fingers gripped your hips tighter. You felt something push up against your sex earning a moan to leave your swollen lips.

You pulled away from Finn only to leave open-mouth kisses along his jaw. and down to his neck. You sucked at the soft skin, possibly leaving a mark that would be seen in the morning. A groan left his lips when you started moving your hips faster.

You looked at him once you started unzipping his pants. His breath was heavy and his eyes never left yours but you could see that he was nervous.

Once you got his pants unzipped you slowly pulled them off and threw them on the floor, leaving Finn in just his underwear while you were fully clothed. The bulge that was in his boxers was really noticeable and you couldn't help the smile that formed on your lips.

You lifted his leg and started kissing and sucking his inner thighs. A groan left his lips, his breathing getting more and more ragged and you had beardy even touched him.

Your hand made its way towards his crotch and slowly started rubbing him. He closed his eyes and moaned. You slipped his boxers off of him, making his cock spring out. You were surprised at the size of him, you knew he would be big but not this big.

You softly took his cock in your hands, taking the pre cum that was on his tip, and slowly started pumping him. He gripped the bedsheets as a moan left his lips. This only encouraged you, making you lower your head and place your lips on the tip of his cock, softly sucking it. His head shot back, earning a low whimper to leave his parted lips.

"God Y/N," He breathed, making your eyes lift up to meet his beautiful ones. The look on his face made you almost lose it right then and there. His lips were parted, his eyebrows knitted together and his eyes hooded, looking right at you making you feel like he was able to read all your dirty thoughts.

You relaxed your throat, taking half of him and using your hands to stroke the rest of him. The sounds he was making only encouraged you, leading you to move faster. His hand found its way onto the back of your head, holding you in place, as if scared you would pull away at any moment.

You pulled back, only the tip left in your mouth, knowing this was the most sensitive spot and taking extra care of it. You sucked slowly, your tongue rolling over it leading Finn to let out a breathy yet low groan, his head shot back, eyes closing and realing in the feeling.

You pulled up and off of him when you felt him twitch, as much as you'd love to suck him dry you wanted his first orgasm to be in you. His breathing shook, his eyes opening and gazing down at your form that lay below him, confusion in his eyes.

"Why'd you stop?" He panted. You moved up, taking his lips into your mouth.

"I want you inside me," You whispered against him. You slipped off your dress in one swift move and threw it onto the floor. His eyes went down to your breasts that were now exposed and he slowly moved his hands up, cupping them in his much laugher ones. You threw your head back when he started rubbing them, a sigh leaving your lips at the feeling.

He moved his lips, taking one into his mouth and softly sucking, earning a moan to leave your lips. Your hand found his hair, fingers softly pulling and playing with his soft locks.

He gave the same attention to the other, his eyes meeting yours as you gazed at him. He pulled away, still rubbing them with his fingers as he spoke.

"You like that?" He questions, lust along with pure love shown in his eyes. You nod, your core dripping at this point and you couldn't wait any longer. Your panties were gone before he even noticed.

"But I'll like this better," You whisper, taking his cock into your hands before moving it towards your pussy. His eyes wouldn't leave you as you hover over him his tip rubbing your soaking entrance, giving both of you a moment before sinking down all the way.

Your world stumbles as you slide down on him, your hips readjusting as your cunt swallows him whole. His head shoots back, a moan living both of you at the feeling. You take a little to adjust to the size of him, not moving only taking a breath in and out.

His hand's grip at your hips, hard as you start moving, hips rolling causing the both of you to moan, and soon your bouncing on top of him.

A groan is ripped from him while your head falls back, barely having the strength to move up and down but wanting to chase the slowly coming up high. Finn sensing this flips you over onto your back with him hovering on top of you.

You clench at the new feeling and position, gripping his biceps for support as he pounds into you. It's fucking beautiful- the way you whimper and fall apart as he fucks you. The sweat that glistens, the sounds you make. His eyes never leave you. Not once.

His head finds its way into your neck, slowly biting and sucking on the skin. A moan falls from your lips, one of his hands gripping your leg, lifting it slightly.

"You feel amazing," He breathes, taking your lips into his. His hands grip your legs harder and lifting them up higher, making him go in deeper.

"Finn," You moan, throwing your head back as he hits that spot inside of you. One hand gripped his bicep while the other scratches at his back leading Finn to hiss at the pain.

His hand slips between you two, rubbing fast circles onto the bud.

"Don't stop. Oh, fuck don't stop," Your close, so close. "I'm coming!" You moan, clenching around him, his head falls back as he groans, seeming to be at his peak too.

A pinch. That's what it takes for you to come undone, legs uncontrollably shaking as you come all over his cock, closing your eyes and gripping onto him as if your life deepens on it, screaming out his name as your high washes over you.

Finn grunts, pounding into you as he fights to get to his release. It was sure to have you bruised. Your walls clench hard, squeezing him hard. And then he cums.

Profanities of all sorts leaving him as he spills every last seed inside of you. Making sure to make you filled up with his cum along with your name falling from his lips.

He presses a kiss to your forehead, inspecting his work. He pulls out slowly, lowly groaning as his cum leak out of you and onto his tip. He collapses beside you, still breathing heavily.

You smile before turning to face him, his eyes were shut but opened when you moved his hair out of his face. He smiles at you, giving you a soft kiss before draping the blanket over the both of you.

"I love you," He whispers as he pulls you close to his body. You snuggle into him, feeling right at home like this, in his arms.

"I love you too," You let your eyes fall closed, tiredness coming over you so quickly that you don't even try to fight it.

"My brothers were right. Sex is better than whisky," Was the last thing you heard from him before you fell to sleep, feeling a soft kiss on your head that followed right after.

He was worth the wait.

[amazingmaeve]

FINN SHELBY FIC RECOMMENDATIONS!

go and give a like to all these fics and while you’re don’t forget to give a nice comment about how GREAT they all are.

also go and give the author a follow and show all the love for writing these fics!

masterlist ➵ @randomoutsiders

behind the garrison, by the canal ➵ @peakywitch

forgiveness ➵ @peakyswritings

falling for you ➵ @champagneholland

bairn ➵ @collecting-stories

the bet ➵ @collecting-stories

incapable ➵ @virgosuperior

summary ➵ You and Finn had been dating in secret for 3 months, but all secrets have to come out eventually.

bloody kids ➵ @ijustwant2write

summary ➵ John and Esme's kids are wreaking havoc as usual, and (Y/N) steps in to help. However, it's her and Finn that end up being naughty.

not now, not tomorrow ➵ @murderadawrote

summary ➵ during Tommy and Grace’s wedding, Y/N and Finn inevitably think about their future.

the sun and his moon ➵ @artedimichelangelo

summary ➵ Morning! I have a FinnxAmericanReader request if you’d be willing to do it! Reader is a university student from US (but not New York) and is dating Finn but hasn’t met his family yet, then for some reason she has to go back to the US for 3 months so after she leaves he’s kinda bummed. His brothers notice and ask why and Bonnie says it’s cuz his American girlfriend left. But his brothers don’t believe she exists so they make fun of him for it, until she comes back early to surprise him❤️❤

bookstore girl ➵ @disasterofastory

summary ➵ Finn makes a fool out of himself and his brothers doesn’t help.

babies ➵ @michelle-is-writing

summary ➵ When Tommy asked Finn to stay late all this week, Finn originally thought it would only be for an hour or so. However, as it would turn out, Finn started coming home around eleven every night exhausted as Tommy would keep him and his brothers so busy. With me being the one to watch the Shelby children (including all of John’s little ones), I was just as exhausted when Finn got home.

try ➵ @fromforeigntofamiliarity

summary ➵ The Shelby and Changretta family's decide to form a truce before anyone got hurt from the rivalry.

you and me ➵ @angelaiswriting

summary ➵ Tommy has been elected MP and during the celebrations in his honour, Finn and his girlfriend sneak out to have some alone time.

we’ve got work to do ii ➵ @bad268

summary ➵ Finn and the reader run away from Small Heath, but some family business brings them back. What will the family think?

a new life ➵ @pennylanefics

summary ➵ being pregnant with Finn’s child.

reading ➵ @skinnydippingsmile

summary ➵ Your teaching Finn how to read. But when it’s clear he has no motivation, you take things into your own hands, literally.

first and lasts ➵ @jaceyneedsabetterusername

summary ➵ You grew up with Finn Shelby but after moving and losing contact with him, you find yourself in a desperate position to survive. 

you’re mad ii ➵ @vintunnavaa

summary ➵ Finn Shelby won’t leave your back. What makes things worse is you don’t want him to. 

protection ➵ @collecting-stories

summary ➵ Can you do a Finn imagine where you get hurt because some blokes tried to rape you (after you left the garrison where Finn is) but you get away the next day you dint tell Finn or anyone what happened, Finn notices your different but says nothing then later when you have sex he see your bruises at your thighs and arms and demands to know what happened, then he goes after those blokes, he wins the fight but still got injured then he has to tell his family cause they see he is hurt , ur amazing xx

you really don’t know? ➵ @fallatyourfeet

summary ➵ (YN) has grown up with the Shelby’s, they are like family to her, so what happens when her father forbids her from seeing them anymore?

cup of tea ➵ @disasterofastory

summary ➵ Finn wants to woo you with a fancy dinner, but you wish for something else.

not my wife ➵ @ijustwant2write

summary ➵ (Y/N) and Finn have recently been engaged, and are already planning for the wedding. However, Finn thought he could easily balance his new position in the Shelby business alongside his stressing bride, but things become much more tense than imagined.

far away ➵ @ijustwant2write

summary ➵ Hii i love your imagines and i wanted to request one in which the reader is has a crush on finn but she feels useless because she is a foreigner from spain and doesn't have any talent or family so she kind of runs away and tommy comforts her♡'

say it again ➵ @ijustwant2write

summary ➵ As Finn takes on more responsibility in the company, (Y/N) too must rise in the ranks of the Shelby women. She understands that her and Finn will have less time together, but asks him to say those special words as a sweet reassurance.

matchmaking ➵ @zablife

summary ➵ A match is made between Finn and Johnny Dogs' daughter. Although uncertain about becoming a husband at such a young age, Finn becomes his wife’s fiercest protector. 

trust issues ➵ @moral-turpitudes

summary ➵ Y/N worries Finn’s family won’t trust her, but she gains it in an unexpected way.

Gypsys, Tramps, and Theives ➵ @beautifulmadnesss

summary ➵ Finn has a complicated relationship with the girl he has known his entire life. When she is also sent a black hand, it only gets more complicated.

a hard days work ➵ @fromforeigntofamiliarity

summary ➵ Reader is a maid at Tommy's house and dating Finn.

angel ➵ @cilliansgirl

summary ➵ After Finn left (Y/N), she goes to another Peaky boy for comfort. But three months in, he gets a little too comfortable and her boys aren’t there to save her this time.

sex over whiskey ➵ @majesty31

summary ➵ you’ve been dating Finn Shelby for a while and not once have the two of you had sex, until one day you do something about it.

are you listening ➵ @hb-writes

summary ➵ Set at some point after series 5. Finn is so used to being fed lies that he can’t even hear a bit of truth.

arranged ii iii ➵ @thosepeakyboysimagines

summary ➵ You were the youngest child of you fathers, being part of a mob family in the heart of New York, your family had many enemies in the city, and even further away, and your life was about to change after a Peaky Boy barged into your life.

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these fics ive found on the website ‘archive of our own’. so they will take you out of the app, and give them all the love you can give because they’re BEAUTIFUL.

also ill be putting the authors handles in here so you can show them all the love!

did the four winds blow him away ➵ orphan_account

blushing nun ➵ lawsofman

party girl ➵ fandoms_writings

summary ➵ You’re a party girl but when you meet Finn he tries to get you to see how bad it really is.

finns first ➵ twistedrunes

summary ➵ Prompts: 1: “I can tell you’re lying.”2: “You’re a terrible liar.” 3: “Everything is fine.” This is kind of a mix between a headcanon and a fic.

finns family ➵ twistedrunes

summary ➵ The continuation of Finn's Girl, following on from Finn's first. Finn hasn't seen his girl for a few days, but he isn't worried, she is busy preparing for exams. It's not until he runs into her sister in the market that he finds that finishing school is not the major life event she's concerned about.

seventeen ➵ sarasfics

summary ➵ Reader is a secretary at Shelby Company Ltd.

[acts-of-pastel]

Finn Shelby is woefully underrated.

I just need him to be mean to me a lil bit. All my thoughts regarding him post season 4 are downright sinful, like bath in holy water sinful.

In conclusion, I am in desperate need of therapy and Finn Shelby's dick.

Thank you for coming to my TedTalk

[peaky1wh0re]

Finn Shelby × reader fanfic on Wattpad coming soon!!

Hey, I'm gonna be writing a Finn Shelby × reader fanfic on Wattpad since he's very underrated and I wanted to write something hahaha

My user is Hermione1500 (cringe I know haha)

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Peaky blinders headcannon ->

“the boys finding out the reader is a virgin”

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Tommy🪖

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Alfie🧸

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Arthur🍺

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

John🥃

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bonnie🥊

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Isaiah♟️

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Michael🎱

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Finn🎞️

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

🎞️“Nice.”

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Show You How Much I Love You

Pairing: Michael Gray x Reader

W/C: 3.5k

Warnings: SMUT!!, the second half is just sex, bit of a praise kink, talk of injuries and blood (not related to the smut!)

Description: After Michael gets shot, you’ve been visiting him in the hospital every day. He has a realisation on his last day there, and when you get home, he shows you how much he’s missed you.

(took a lil break from writing tommy all the time - he will be back! promise! - and did a lil spin for michael. i’ve been OBSESSED with both of them recently. so proud of the smut in this bc it’s literally only my second full on smut!!! let me know what u think babes! b back with tommy shtuff sooooon)

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You hated the hospital. The building always smelled of antiseptic, slightly bitter, but with the added scent of artificial fragrance contained in soaps and cleaning products. And what was worse, the smell would linger on your clothes and in your hair, even hours after you'd left, and you'd have to bathe after every time you visited, to avoid going to bed smelling like death.

"Morning, Miss L/N." The nurses had gotten to know you over the last five weeks, and they'd always greet you when you came to visit. As much as you hated the hospital, and it's smell, the nurses made your visits very slightly more bareable.

"Good morning, Margaret." You sighed, smoothing your hair down and fixing the fur collar of your coat. "How is he, today?"

"He's had some great news today, ma'am. I think you'll be delighted." Margaret smoothed a hand over your back and then hurried off, the nurses were always on the run. You wondered what news your boyfriend could possibly have gotten that would've delighted you, considering all you'd had the past five weeks was more death, upset, and terrible news.

You climbed the stairs, still fussing over your hair, and your coat, and pulling out a small, pocket mirror to fix your lipstick in. You always ended up going to the hospital dressed like a model, because Michael had told you the first time that seeing you all dressed up had been the only thing he was looking forward to.

You plucked a cigarette from your pocket, and balanced it between your lips as you reached his room, "Miss L/N! No smoking, please! It's not allowed.", You waved the nurse off.

You took a slow drag from your cigarette, filling your lungs, and then pushed the door to Michael's room open. You beamed when you saw him, standing by his bed, something he hadn't done for the entirety of his time in recovery.

He held his arms out when he saw your smile, smiling himself, as though he was presenting a gift to you. "Well?"

"Oh my God, Michael!" You ran for him, giggling as you did, and you were met with a grunt when you dived into his arms. Michael stumbled backwards slightly as he wrapped his arms around you, before regaining his balance. His chest stung in all the places he'd been shot, but he didn't care too much. You looked so happy, something you hadn't been since finding out about the mafia, and he wasn't going to take that away from you.

"Jesus." He laughed at your excitement, "I'm still sore, sweetheart."

"Sorry, I'm sorry, I'm just...You look so much better."

"I feel better. They've been doing physical therapy the past few days, getting me up on my feet, finally got up on my own today."

"Margaret told me you'd had good news, was it this?"

"This, and," He reached behind him and produced a piece of paper from the bedside cabinet. The words "Discharge Notice" were printed in black at the top of the page. "This."

You gasped, "You're getting out? Today?"

"Yes." He nodded, and you clasped a hand over your mouth, ready to squeal with excitement. Michael interrupted, grasping your wrist between his fingers, "But, love, I'd have to stay with you, so it's only if you'll have me. If it'll be too much of a bother, I can stay here-"

"Michael, don't be daft." You moved your hand from your mouth, to press each palm to Michael's cheeks. "Of course I'll have you. It'd be my pleasure."

He sighed and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you close, so that your noses were touching. "Are you sure? It's not going to be pretty for the first couple of weeks. Changing bandages, cleaning bullet holes-"

"Michael." You interrupted him quickly, thumb swiping over a small, stitched scar on his cheek. "Of course I'm sure. I mean, it was only a matter of time before we moved in together, anyway, wasn't it? I suppose, it's not under the circumstances we'd like it to have been, but I want to do it."

A comfortable silence fell on the room, Michael was simply smiling, green eyes exploring yours. You ran your fingers over the new scars on his face, and found yourself frowning when you reached a particularly deep one, straight through his eyebrow. He breathed out, "I love you, so much."

You'd never heard anyone say anything with such passion, but Michael had never meant something more in his life. Tommy always spoke about feeling like you'd been pardoned by God when you should've died, and everything else being extra, borrowed time. He didn't think he could live another day without helping you to feel exactly how much you meant to him.

"I love you too, Michael." He was hardly listening to you, just thinking about things he needed to say to you.

"More than anything, you know that, don't you?" He continued. You looked at him, eyes full of concern.

"What's going on?" You were convinced there was something really wrong that he wasn't telling you about.

"Nothing's going on, my love." Michael smoothed your hair down comfortingly, chewing on the side of his lip while he thought about what to say next. "I nearly died, Y/N. I should've died, John did, and he didn't get to tell Esmé that he loved her again. I need you to know what you mean to me. Need you to know how much I love you."

He let his forehead fall against yours, sighed, and squeezed his eyes shut. Tears were threatening to fall, and he knew you'd get upset if you saw him cry. But you'd already sensed he was unsettled, and you pressed your lips to his cheek, and then to his nose, and then to his lips, he loved how loving you were.

"I'm going to show you how much I love you, how much you mean to me. As soon as I can, I'll help you around the house, I'll do everything I can for you." He clasped his hands together at the back of your neck, holding you far enough away that he could really look at you, breaths slightly shaky. "And when I'm better, really better, I mean, I want to marry you."

Your eyes widened, you supposed you might've looked scared to anyone who didn't know you too well. "Michael-"

"I'm serious. If I asked you, right now, to be my wife-"

You shook your head, a grin making it's way onto your face now. "Michael-"

"Will you marry me?" He sounded so serious. You'd spoken about getting married before, and you'd both meant what you'd said, but you hadn't expected he'd ask you so soon. You'd been together just over a year, but you were both still young, and nearly four months of your relationship had just been casual nights together.

"Are you proposing to me?" You were really smiling now. As much as you were young, and as much as you hadn't quite expected this, you were excited. Of course you wanted to marry Michael.

"If that's what you want this to be." He was smiling down at you, grasping both of your hands in his own. He’d have gotten down on one knee if he could’ve, and he felt a slight pang of guilt knowing this wasn’t quite the proposal you’d probably hoped for.

But you didn’t care. Growing up, you’d wanted a big wedding, with a big proposal beforehand, but having someone who you loved as much as you loved Michael, he could’ve proposed to you at a funeral and you’d have said yes. “Well, if that's what's happening, then yes."

"You'll marry me?" The surprise in his voice was completely unmasked. He’d had no idea you’d actually say yes.

"Yes. Yes, Michael, I'll marry you." You felt yourself doing a little jump up and down out of excitement.

"Are you serious?"

"Of course I'm serious!"

Michael arms were around your waist, now, picking you up from the ground and kissing you, completely ignoring the burn in his chest. Your lips always felt made for eachother when he kissed you, and this time was no different, if not even better. You hadn’t been kissing him half as much as you normally would, what with everything going on, and it almost felt desperate, needy.

"Tomorrow, I'll go out, and I'll buy you a ring, alright? Tommy owes me money, I'll use that to buy you the biggest one I can find." You laughed at Michael's excitement. "But this is official. We're engaged, love."

"We're engaged." You repeated, tears in your eyes, and let Michael take your face in his hands and kiss you again. You couldn't quite believe what had just happened - truth be told, neither could Michael - and you certainly didn't ever expect it to happen in a hospital room, but you were excited nonetheless.

"Come on, I've got all of my things packed, let's go home."

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As soon as you stepped through the door to your apartment, you were apologising to Michael for the "state of the place". You weren't entirely used to having him round, and so felt you had to explain the little messes that you'd often leave laying around.

"Sorry, it's a bit of a mess. I've not been home too often. And it's not as big as yours, I know-"

Michael stopped you before you rambled on about how the fireplace wasn't lit, and you hadn't washed your dishes from that morning, and how you'd left all of your makeup out on the bathroom vanity because you hadn't time to put it away.

"Stop it." He soothed you, pressing a finger to your lips and looking around at your ground floor flat. It certainly wasn't much, but he actually liked your house better than his own. It was smaller, and therefore cozier, and he found the looks he got from neighbours the morning after you'd slept together funny, knowing they'd heard you screaming his name the night before. "It's perfect."

You smiled, half-heartedly, and gestured to the living room doorway, "Here, you can lay down on the sofa, and I can make some lunch. What would you like? Oh, and when do I have to change your bandages, do you remember?" You swung open the kitchen cabinet, searching through the groceries you'd bought the day before. "I'm not sure what I could make. I can go to the store, I think it should still be open-"

"Love, stop." Michael stepped closer to you, hands settling on each of your shoulders. "Just take a minute, calm down, we've got time."

"I know. I know, I just-"

"Don't." He let a hand slip down your arm and into your own, "You've said yes to marrying me today, I'm very much happy dealing with your unwashed dishes, and you can make me lunch any time, now, okay? I'm here to stay."

"Come on, fiancé." Michael grinned at you. "Lay with me, please? Missed you."

You sighed, and turned to close the cabinet door behind you. You were quick to stress yourself out, and normally you'd argue that you couldn't just lay down and forget about the things you needed to do, but you'd missed him too. "Okay."

Michael led you down the hallway and into your bedroom, he'd been here before, but you'd spend most of your time together at his house or at the office, so it felt strange having him in your bedroom. He was one to make himself at home, and today was no different. As soon as he reached your bed, the shirt that he was wearing was unbuttoned and on the floor, and he was sprawled out on top of the sheets, gesturing for you to join him.

You tried to lay down next to him, but he had other plans, hands reaching out to grip your hips and pull you on top of him, one knee on either side of his torso. "Michael!" You giggled.

"Oh, come on. I haven't had any time alone with you in over a month." His hands started to make their way under your dress, and you almost let him, until you snapped back to reality and noticed the bandage wrapped around his body.

"I know." You wanted to, you really wanted to, but you found yourself smacking his hand away before he was able to get past your thigh. "But you're still recovering."

"I'm fit enough." He raised an eyebrow at you, and you were certainly considering it. He could definitely be very convincing, when he wanted to.

"Are you sure?" You stuck your bottom lip out, pouting at him.

"I'm sure, baby." His hands found their way to your waist, and he was looking up at you with what you could only describe as hunger in his eyes, jaw clenched. He made it so hard for you to say no. "Come on, let me prove it to you. Let me show you how much I love you.”

"I don't know, Michael-"

"Please, sweetheart." He interrupted you, "Missed your body. Been so desperate for you."

Hearing him say he was desperate for you had a knot growing in your stomach. You sighed, weighing up the options you had, but ultimately deciding that you'd both be unable to think about anything else if you didn't have sex.

"Okay. Alright, but if you feel like you need to stop, you stop. Okay?"

"I will. Thank you, darling." You could feel him hardening through his trousers, and it had you biting down hard on your lips, having been waiting for this moment to come since he could sit up straight. He'd teased you while in the hospital, talked dirty, touched you every now and again, but it was hard to find a time when a nurse wasn't going to walk in and scold him for being too active, and Polly wasn't going to come in for a visit. "Now, come here."

He pushed himself up, back against the headboard, and dipped his head to connect your lips. It was fast, rough, a clash of teeth and tongue and lips, he'd missed you, and you were making it clear that you'd thought about him for the entire time he'd been in the hospital.

His hands roamed your back, pulling you closer so that you were chest to chest. He could feel his wounds burning when your torso collided with his, but the taste of your lips on his and the feeling of having you so close again quickly dissolved any discomfort he felt.

He was so needy for you, hips bucking upwards to meet yours, hands sliding down to grip your hips, you thought it was the hottest you'd ever seen him. "Fuck, Michael." You gasped out as his lips found your neck, head falling back.

He groaned at the sound of you moaning for him, he'd been waiting to touch you for so long. "Need you, pretty girl. We've got plenty of time for other things later, but I need to be inside you right now."

You didn't need to say another word, you simply nodded and helped him to unbuckle his belt while you hiked your dress up above your waist. His fingers grazed over your lingerie, and you mewled, the feeling almost too much. "Jesus, baby, you're so wet already. Haven't even done anything yet."

"Missed you so much, Michael." You breathed out, an answer to his statement, and simply a statement in itself.

"Missed you too, princess." You loved when he called you pet names.

You watched as he freed himself from his underwear, and his cock sprung up, hard and ready for you. "You're hard already." You mocked his words, and he laughed.

Neither of you wasted any time with foreplay, your panties were ripped off and on the floor with one flick of Michael's wrist, and he was lifting you off of him slightly, and guiding you back down onto his cock.

The feeling of him sliding into you again was euphoric for both of you. You hadn't had sex in more than a month, as opposed to usually being borderline sex addicts, and you knew you wouldn't last long.

You both let out pornographic moans as he bottomed out, Michael's face said it all. His mouth hung open, eyebrows knitted together, eyes wide, you were so tight, he could've came at the feeling of his cock stretching you out.

"Fuck, not gonna last long, honey." His forehead fell against yours and he screwed his eyes shut, just revelling in how good you felt around him. "Are you alright?" He asked, hand holding and stroking your waist lovingly. He was big, and you were so used to him before that you hardly needed any time to adjust, but with being away from eachother for so long, he was almost too much to handle.

"I'm okay. Give me a second. Feel so full." You were breathing heavily, shifting around. It wasn't uncomfortable as such, just a lot to take.

Michael ran his fingers through your hair, soothing you and pressing kisses to your forehead. "Taking me so well, baby. Just take your time."

"Fuck," You moaned, you loved when he was sweet to you in bed. You'd told him months ago that you thought it might've been your biggest turn on. "You can move."

Michael looked up at you, just for an extra check that you were truly alright, and, upon finding no sign that you weren't, bucked his hips up to meet yours. You almost screamed, he knew exactly what spots to hit, and he did every time without fail.

You bounced on him, his hands helping you, lifting you off of him and bringing you straight back down at new angles every time. "You feel so good, Mike."

"Fuck, good girl. That's a good girl." Michael let his forehead drop onto your collarbone, watching your tits bounce up and down. You were so beautiful, he often wondered how he'd gotten so lucky. "Tell me how good I'm making you feel."

"So, so good. Missed your cock so much. Love it so much." Your words were slightly slurred, eyes starting to droop. He loved watching you, how much of a mess you'd get, just from riding his cock.

His hands found your tits, massaging them and twisting your nipples, which always had you screaming for him, and today was no different. "Feel good?"

"Feels fucking amazing." He thrust into you at just the right angle, which had you gasping and digging your nails into his back, leaving little red half moons on his shoulder blades. "Oh, right there, Mike.”

"Shit, baby, are you close?" You were clenching around him so tightly, "Can feel it, you're close."

"I'm so close." You moaned, you were certain your upstairs neighbours would hear you, the walls and ceilings were thin, and Michael was making you yell out in pleasure.

"Me too. Almost there, sweetheart. Hang on for me." He increased his speed, making it even harder for you to hold on, and making your moans fall from your lips even louder than before.

"I don't think I can, Mike." Your legs were shaking like crazy, and you could feel his dick tensing inside of you. You needed to come so badly.

"I said hold on. You can hold it." His face was stern as he said it, dominant side coming out as he grabbed your hips and slammed you down onto him, bucking his hips at the same time. He was going to make this so good for you.

"Fuck, Michael, please." You threw your head back. You felt his cock twitch, and a loud moan come from him, he was going to come.

"Alright, baby, come. Come with me."

Your throat was hoarse from moaning as loudly as you were, but it didn't stop you from screaming his name as your walls tightened around him and you came undone. The feeling of his cum painting your insides never got old, always made you feel like you could go at least another few rounds.

"Oh my God." You panted, collapsing onto his chest as he lay back on the bed. You both lay there, breathing heavily, sweaty messes, for a few minutes. You didn't think you could move very far, your legs were shaking against him.

"Jesus, have I missed this." Michael kissed the top of your head through quick, harsh breaths.

"I've missed this so much." You agreed, heart pounding.

You lifted your head, just enough to see that there were a few speckles of blood seeping through the bandage that was wrapped around his torso. "You're bleeding, baby. Are you alright?"

"I'm fine." He nodded, and reached over to your bedside cabinet to grab the small alarm clock that sat there. It read two o’clock. Michael grinned at you.

"Time to change the bandages."

[call-sign-shark]

The Month of Sin

Hey loves,

Something is in the air, can you smell it? October is approaching and what's the best way to celebrate my favorite month with the unleashing of your wildest Peaky Blinders fantasies? This combined with the fact I'd like to train my smut skills resulted in the idea of hosting a kinktober event dedicated to our lovely Peaky Blinders' characters. For the event, I'll be opening my requests.

How to Make a Request:

Send me the name of the character + the prompt in my ask box and I'll write a reader insert for you. I write for all the characters except the creeps like Mosley or Hughes. Also, I know y'all love Tommy and I'll write for him but please, try to give some love to the other characters too. :)

Ideas: Tommy, Arthur, John, Polly, Ada, Michael, Finn, Bonnie, Isaiah, Alfie, Aberama, May, Heaven etc. I also accept OC x Canon so if you wanna send me a request featuring your OC's favorite pairing, feel free.

Rules:

This is mainly smut but if you're really uncomfortable with it and still want me to write something for you, add (vanilla) to your request.

No date limitation. You can ask for any number no matter the date.

There is no limitation on requests one person can ask. Anons are welcome.

One character per prompt. Prompts are listed below.

Prompts list:

1 - Breathe with Tommy 2 - Cut with Alfie 3 - Marked with Finn 4 - After Care with Finn / A Peaky Lady 5 - Rope Bunny with Arthur 6 - Drunk with Tommy 7 - Blindfold with John / Aberama 8 - Creampie with John or Author's choice 9 - Praise with Bonnie 10 - Size with Alfie/ Luca 11 - Power with Michael 12 - Oral with Bonnie 13 - Breeding with Alfie 14 - Blood with Tommy 15 - Tamed with Arthur 16 - Denial with Tommy 17 - Daddy with Michael / Alfie / Aberama / Arthur 18 - Public with John 19 - Threesome with Tommy and Author's choice 20 - Leash & Collar with Arthur and Heaven 21 - Knife with Isaiah 22 - Strip with John 23 - Overstimulation with Tommy 24 - Car with Tommy 25 - Punishment with John 26 - Worship with Changretta and Eva 27 - Begging with Tommy 28 - Corruption with Arthur 29 - Blasphemy with Arthur 30 - Age Gap (surprise dark!fic) with the three brothers

[lilacsnid]

Don’t You Think It’s Time? — 𝙁𝙞𝙣𝙣 𝙎𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙗𝙮 𝙭 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 (𝙋𝘼𝙍𝙏 𝙊𝙉𝙀)

Part 2  ��

warnings: mentions of violence, swearing & blood.

There was always something about Finn Shelby that made Y/N feel more alive than ever before.

The mere sight of him would make her heart swoon. The thought of him would make its way into her mind at almost every moment of the day, filled with his kind words and his gentle gaze.

She has had a yearning for him from the very first moment they had set eyes on each other.

Y/N L/N, the young 22 year old was fresh into her Nursing & Midwifery career. Riding around the streets of Small Heath on a bicycle, turning heads wherever she went. To begin with, she was utterly terrified. But she soon became more comfortable with every moment that passed and the streets of Small Heath soon became familiar to her.

She would never forget the night her path crossed with Finn Shelby’s. A wild turn of events that would soon lead to a beautiful friendship, and perhaps something more.

It was quite late into the evening, Y/N had just helped a mother to deliver another beautiful and healthy baby. The father had gifted her a small bottle of whiskey, followed by a chorus of kind and gracious words for her helping to bring his daughter safely into the world.

Even though she didn’t drink, she took the bottle, concealing it in her nursing bag that was strapped on the back of her bicycle.

She hopped on her bicycle, preparing herself for the long cycle home. The night was that cold that she could see her breath. She bid the family one final farewell before setting off into the night. She listened carefully to the sounds around her as she rode through Small Health. She could hear the sounds of rowdy men in the pubs, the occasional sounds of chatter and cars. Nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary.

Much to her despise, it had started to rain not long after she had left. She began to pedal a little faster, wanting to get back to the Nurse’s home as soon as she could. She still had around 20 minutes left of her journey.

She became extra vigilant, as her vision became impaired due to how hard it was starting to rain. She rode past The Garrison, another pub filled with music and rowdy men. She came across a darker part of the street that wasn’t lit up quite as well as near the pub. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw something. Or rather, someone. They seemed to be hunched over from what she could make out.

Out of pure instinct, she came to a complete stop. She hopped off her bicycle, mounting it against the brick wall. Remaining cautious, she decided to approach the person.

“Excuse me,” she announced herself, hoping whoever it was could hear her over the rain hitting the pavement, “Is everything alright?”  

As she came closer to them, the person started to stand up. She was now able to make out that it was a man, who turned to her with a smile that she could only describe as evil.

The man snickered, dropping the bottle of alcohol she had failed to see him holding in his hand. She flinched at the sound of the glass hitting the pavement quite loudly, smashing into a thousand pieces.  

“I reckon there is something you can help with, sweetheart.” The man spoke in a low voice, before grabbing her and slamming her against the wall before she even had time to run away.

“No!” she screamed, trying to fight her way out of his strong grip, “Stop! Leave me alone!”

She could smell the vile, strong scent of alcohol on his breath, turning her head away as his face kept coming closer to hers.

The man chuckled, tightening his grip around her wrists, “I’m going to have some fun with you, stop fucking moving you whore.”

Her knees felt weak, like she could topple to the ground in fear any second. She fought harder and more desperately as hercoat buttons were ripped from being pulled open so forcefully. Her tears were hot against her cheeks as the rain that kept hitting her skin.

She screamed. Wishing that someone, anyone at all, could hear her cries. The man kept clawing at the buttons of her uniform, trying to get them undone.

She had started preparing herself for the hell she thought she was going to face; but she soon heard someone yell out from behind them.

“Hey! Get the fuck off her!” she managed to glance up to see the man being pulled away from her. She had never been more grateful for being able to breathe properly now her attacker was no longer crushing her with his weight.

She was quick to wrap her ripped coat back around herself as best she could, watching with tired eyes as the scene unfolded before her. Whoever had saved her life was now above her attacker, throwing punches over and over again that she had lost count.

Her attacker was then slammed against the brick wall on the opposite side of the road to her, his face bleeding and broken. The other man, who she still couldn’t make out, took his hat off before turning it inside out. Even though it was dark, she couldn’t mistake the shine of razor blades hidden on the inside of his hat.

Whoever he was, he was a Peaky Blinder.

She knew who the Peaky Blinders were, and in any other case would be petrified. But in this moment, she felt somewhat safe. She knew she should probably make a run for it, but she couldn’t seem to tear her gaze away from him.

The man slashed her attackers face, and she cringed after hearing him yell out in pain.  

“If I ever see you again,” he then points in her general direction, making her breath hitch, “And if I ever see you near her again, I will cut your eyes out of your fucking skull and I’ll watch you bleed. Do you understand?!”  

He then proceeds to throw him to the ground, not waiting to hear for her attacker’s response. The two of them watch him scramble to his feet and flee from the scene.

Y/N was stiff and hadn’t dared to move a muscle from the moment she was saved. There was something about her saviour that drew her in. She watches him turn around to face her, quickly making sure that her attacker ran completely out of his sight. They were still a few feet away from one another, staring at each other, not daring to look away once.

Looking closer, she realized that he was a young man who didn’t look much older than herself. She could see his shoulders moving up and down from how hard he was trying to catch his breath. His hair was now damp, droplets of water running down his face. He held his bloodied cap in his hand with a tight grip, not daring to let go.

There was something about him that made her feel a particular type of way. 

“I’m sorry, please, don’t be scared.” The young man broke the silence, beginning to approach her slowly, “Are you alright, did he hurt you?”

As he approached her, she couldn’t seem take her eyes off him. Not only was she grateful, but she was also mentally scolding herself for thinking about how attractive the young Peaky Blinder standing before her was.

Blood covered his white shirt that he was wearing underneath his dark grey suit, but she ignored it.

“I’m okay,” she whispered.

She could see his face drop as he let out a small sigh, “I’m sorry if I scared you.”

For the first time since the encounter, she offered a small smile towards him, “You didn’t. Thank you for helping me.”

“I wasn’t going to let that prick hurt you.”

Despite him being a Peaky Blinder, she could see something in his eyes. It was kindness, she could see it as clear as day. It was this kindness that had saved her from something awful. Something everyone fears. 

She glances down at his side, and without thinking, reaches out for his hand. His knuckles were red and bruised, there was blood from the amount of punches he had been throwing.

“You’re bleeding,” She spoke, concerned no longer for herself but for the young man standing in front of her. 

Her touch sent shivers down his spine. He closed his eyes for only a quick second, wanting to etch this memory in his mind of how soft her skin against his was.

It surprised him that this girl, who was only seconds away from pure terror, was no longer concerned for herself. She was concerned for him. He stole a glance at the nursing uniform underneath her coat. 

“I can barely feel anything, don’t worry about me,” he shook his head as he spoke, gently placing that same hand on her arm. 

After seeing her involuntarily flinch, he instantly felt bad. It was out of instinct, but she couldn't help miss his touch after he had taken his hand away. 

He led her out from the rain, into a small eve that sheltered them both from the rain. Again, they stood opposite one another; there being not much room between the two of them. She could the warmth radiating off of him due to the close proximity. 

He looked down at her small frame, noticing she had started to shiver. Without a second thought, he started taking of his suit jacket.

As he took of his suit jacket, she spotted the signature pocket watch tucked into his vest, along with the gun holster that was sitting on his shoulders that had been concealed underneath his jacket until now. 

He looked into her eyes, not needing to speak as he silently asked for permission. The space between them was small, but he managed to wrap his jacket around her. 

She glanced up at him gratefully, meeting his gaze and holding onto the front of his jacket to stop it from falling from her shoulders. She was engulfed by the smell of his cologne and the faint smell of cigarettes, it made her heart beat all the faster. It was comforting. 

“I’m Finn Shelby,” he spoke, his hands not once leaving her waist.

“Y/N L/N,” she responded. 

Her eyes trailed his face, admiring him. 

Finn smiled down at her, wanting nothing more than to make her feel safe. He pulled her closer to him, wrapping his arms around her small frame until she stopped shaking. Resting his head on top of hers, the pair gently swayed in one another’s arms, listening to the rain as it began to fade away. 

“Would you let me walk you home?” he asked, pulling his head away to look down at her, suddenly becoming shy at the close proximity of their faces. 

She nodded, resting her forehead against his, “I’d like that.”

                                The pair soon set off into the night, Finn never once leaving her side. 

Y/N felt comfortable in his presence, knowing there was something special about him. It was like she had known him for her entire life, his eyes were so alive with promise. 

They had talked the whole way, both of them blushing when their arms would brush together. 

Their hearts fell just that little bit when they arrived underneath the bike shed at the Nurse’s home. 

Finn leaned against the wooden post as he watched Y/N put her bicycle away, unbuckling her nursing bag from the back. She held the bag by her side and glanced in his direction, smiling like she couldn’t help it. 

“Thank you for walking me home, and for being there for me. I can’t bear to imagine what would have happened to me if you didn’t show up.”

Finn smiled, leaning off of the post and standing up straight as she handed him back his suit jacket, “Anything to keep you safe.”

He could see that he had made the girl blush at his words, she’s so beautiful he thought. 

He shrugged his suit jacket back on, his gun holster now being concealed once again. The two of them stood in a comfortable silence for a few seconds, dreading the thought of having to leave one another. 

Y/N then rummaged through her nursing bag, Finn being confused once she pulled out a small bottle of whiskey. 

“Been drinking on the job?” Finn joked, looking back into her eyes.  

“No, uh..,” she chuckled, clearing her throat, “I was given this tonight from a grateful patient, I delivered her baby.”

Finn nodded, putting his hands in his pockets, “Boy or girl?”

“A little girl,” she smiled, “I don’t drink so I thought you could take this, consider it a thank you.” 

Finn laughed and took the small bottle she offered him, his fingers brushing against hers, “I’ll take it, but there really is no need to thank me.”

Y/N kept eye contact with him, unsure of what to say next. Finn managed to beat her to it, stepping closer so he was right in front of her. 

“Will I see you again?” he asks in a sort of hushed whisper. 

“You will,” she responded, a wave of confidence suddenly coming over her. 

She took one more step, her body now being pressed up against his. she slipped her hand through his jacket, placing her hand over his heart. She could feel it pounding through his chest as she reached up and placed a kiss on the corner of his lips, teasing him. 

“I’ll see you soon, Mr Shelby.”  

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© lilacsnid

[tommyshebyisdaddy]

𝐿𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑠 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑃𝑡．1

𝐷𝑜𝑟𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑦 𝑆ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑏𝑦 𝑥 𝐴𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑒 𝑆𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑚𝑜𝑛’𝑠

𝑆𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦；𝐷𝑜𝑟𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑦 𝑆ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑏𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑛 𝑜𝑛𝑒. 𝑇𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑦 𝑆ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑏𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑟𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑓𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑖𝑚𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑎 𝑤𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑎 𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐷𝑜𝑟𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑦 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑚𝑒𝑡 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝑎 𝑝𝑜𝑠ℎ 𝑏𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑜𝑙 𝑖𝑛 𝐿𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑜𝑛. 𝑠ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑠𝑒𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑦 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑓𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑛. 𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑓𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑦𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠 𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑟. 𝐷𝑜𝑟𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑦 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑠ℎ 𝑠𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑜𝑙. 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑖𝑛𝑣𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑟𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑒𝑑𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔. 𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑦𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑜𝑛𝑒 ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑐𝑡. 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑒𝑡𝑠 𝑎 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟. 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑝𝑢𝑡 𝑎 𝑏𝑖𝑔𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑜𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑦.

When she was young all Dorothy wanted to do was to make her farther proud of her. When he came home from war. It was like the little girl had turned in to a complete stranger. She would draw him pictures only to later find them in the bin. She tried everything. She always did well in school but none of it was never enough for him.

So soon enough the young girl stood trying. She didn’t even speak with her so called farther. Dorothy couldn’t remember a time when the two of them had a conversation. She would watch the way John was with his children. How he would swing Katie around and cuddle her. She often imagined that her dad would do that to her.

But that day never came. And now here she was. in an all girls boarding school. She only had a few months of school left. She hated the place. It was filled with nuns. And there was one strange perverted priest. But Dorothy managed to keep out of trouble. Her quietness kept her away from most of the cruel punishments.

She did have to admit. That the place was incredibly lonely. She had no friends. And she didn’t receive any mail on Fridays like the rest of the girls. And Fridays were the days that Dorothy would spend on her own in her bedroom crying. She just wanted someone to write to her. Ask her if she was ok. Ask her how she was doing.

She just longed for one little letter. And then she received one. But it was far from the one she expected. It was an investment to her farther’s wedding. No are you ok? No. How are you? Just a shot in invitation. ‘𝑦𝑜𝑢 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑖𝑛𝑣𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑒𝑑𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑓 𝑇𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑠 𝑆ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑏𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐺𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝐵𝑢𝑟𝑔𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑛𝑡ℎ 𝑜𝑓 𝑆𝑒𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟’ that was in four days. And all Dorothy wanted to do was to shove the invitation down her farther’s throat.

But the young woman chose to be civilised and decided to attend. She had taken the train to Birmingham and she would probably call a taxi from the train stations public phone. She had worn one of her best dresses. And she had gotten her hair cut. Her hair was nearly down her back when she was fourteen and now she had it cut to her shoulders with pretty curls.

She had changed a lot in four years. She looked nothing like she did when she had first left for London. And her voice was very much different. Her words always sounded very smart. And she had a strong posh London accent. She no longer sounded as rough as she once did and Dorothy quite liked the change.

She wanted to leave every thing that reminded her of her last life. She watched out of the window as the taxi pulled up to the church. It was large. She saw some men standing out side smoking a cigarette. She had arrived ten minutes early. But it seemed as though she was not the only one which put her mind at ease lightly.

As Dorothy exited the car she handed the money over to the man bidding him a fair well. The young woman made her way over to the church noticing some of the men smoking their cigarettes outside staring at her. They were wearing cavalry uniforms which confused her. She remembered how much her family hated the cavalry.

A lot has changed. She gripped her small purse in her hands. As she walked through the doors of the church. The rows were full and Dorothy could see her farther stood at the front with her uncle. Dorothy walked quickly hoping that they did not notice her. And just her luck they did not. She took a seat next to a large man with a beard. He did seem to mind as she sat down.

She noticed Finn in the corner of her eye looking at her. The two of them were once close. Dorothy would often comfort Finn after he had had a nightmare or when he had been told of for being naughty and he was yelled at. The two of them were friends. Well that was what Dorothy thought until she went a month without a single letter from anyone.

Dorothy looked away from the boys eyes. She also noticed the man next to her starring at her. She felt a soft pink colour paint her cheeks. Dorothy had chosen to sit further away down the church as the family of the groom and bride were sat. She wasn't ready for any awkward confrontations yet.

She turned to look at the man she was seated next to. He was much taller than her self. His face had some scars on it. He seemed rather friendly in his body language. But he hadn't spoken to her. And Dorothy understood. She was a stranger and so was he to her. So she didn't bother to engage in to small talk.

The church looked beautiful and elegant. And her family all looked to be wearing expensive clothes which was very different to what they wore when Dorothy lived with them. She felt out of place. Her dress was cheep and she had bought it in a small boutique in town. She shrunk down in her chair. Now Embarrassed of the way she was dressed.

It felt like they were all going forward and they were just leaving her behind. And she was just like some kind of dead weight. A young man came around with the lyrics of the songs that they would sing in church. The man next to her didn’t accept the paper. But Dorothy smiled taking it from the young man’s hands.

Of course with four years of church every day. Dorothy practically new every word of the songs. But the young boy looked scared from talking to the man next to her. So she thought she should be kind. And it seemed to work. The young boy looked more relieved as he returned the kind smile to Dorothy. And carried on handing the slips of paper to the rest of the people.

As the church choir sang in the bleak midwinter. Everyone sat in silence. And soon Jeremiah Jesus came forward graces side looked disgusted with the fact that their was a man of colour who would marry grace and Tomas. But Jeremiah didn’t let that bother him as he walked forward taking his place at the stand.

And then the music began to play. Dorothy and the rest were all waiting for grace to come down the isle. She looked around at the rest of the family. None of them had noticed her here. And she couldn’t lie she felt really disappointed. She thought that at least one of them would have noticed her being at the bloody wedding.

And then grace came out from behind the door with her farther holding her hand as he was dressed in a cavalry uniform. A dark purple vail was placed over her face so nobody could see her face. All of the women on graces side of the family all fussed over about how lovely she looked. But the Shelby women didn’t look very happy. Dorothy wasn’t really bothered.

Tommy removed the vail off of his future wife’s face. They both smiled at one another. Before they both turned towards Jeremiah Jesus. Waiting for him to marry the couple. Dorothy heard the man at the side of her let out a unhappy grunt. Dorothy turned to look at him. He was also looking at her. Making the young woman blush as she turned back around.

“Dearly beloved, we are all gathered here today to join together in holy matrimony. Tomas Michael Shelby and Grace Helen Burgess. Do you Tomas Michael Shelby, Take Grace Helen Burgess to be your lawfully wedded wife ?” Jeremiah asked her father. And he turned to look at grace. “I do” he said proudly.

“Do You Grace Helen Burges. Solemnly swear to love, honour, and obey till death do you part. ?” Jeremiah now turned to grace and asked her. And she once again smiled and turned to her soon to be husband. “I do” she smiled saying it with the same pride as tommy did. “I now pronounce you husband and wife.” And the newly wedded couple brought one an other in for a kiss. Making everyone clap and cheer.

Everyone then made their way out of the church and outside. Dorothy was stood on her own. It was like nobody cared about her. She felt like a fool. As she stood with her purse in her hand. She just wished that she could go home. She watched as the two family’s gathered around for a photo. And heat Dorothy was not in it.

She watched as they all smiled together. Tommy and grace then climbed in to their carriage to drive to their home. She turned to see the man she was sat next to in the church standing besides her. “Who are you then.” His voice was rough and his frame was much larger than hers. But Dorothy sent him a soft sad smile.

“Dorothy but it’s not like anyone remembers” she said sadly looking at the man as she played with the purse in her hands. The man studied her. And he looked at her confused. He clearly didn’t understand her answer but he didn’t bother to question her which she was great full for.

“Ay been there. You need a lift.” He asked when he noticed she hadn’t come with anyone and women were not allowed to drive so she wouldn’t be able to get to Arrow house. Dorothy gave the man a genuine smile. No longer sad.

“If you really don’t mind.” Dorothy said. Her voice was soft. She was sweet. And there weren’t many people like that anymore and Alfie could tell that there was something wrong. And he didn’t want to engage In awkward small talk with his driver. When Alfie just wanted to blow his fucking brains out.

“Ay. Not at all” alfie said walking towards his car with Dorothy following behind him. Finn watched from the steps of the church. He knew he had to tell Tommy. He didn’t trust Alfie and he really didn’t trust Alfie around Dorothy. She didn’t know about the business that Tommy and Alfie had. So she was vulnerable.

Alfie opens the door for Dorothy and gave her his hand helping her inside the car. She sat down on the right side of the car. Tucking her purse in at her side. The driver gave Alfie a questioning look. But Alfie just nodded at him to drive.

“Who are you then. I’ve given you my name.” Dorothy smiled. At Alfie who nodded his head at her words. He was nervous that she would know who he was. And be scared of him. His name was well known. And many people already feared him.

“Alfie, Alfie Solomons” he told her leaning back in his seat in the car. His name sounded familiar. But Dorothy couldn’t exactly put her finger on it so she just left it. And shrugged it off and smiled at him.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you mr Solomons, so what are you doing at my dads wedding?.” Dorothy asked. Not noticing the shocked look on Alfie’s face as the words came out of her mouth. But he tried to keep his cool.

“Me and tommy. We’re business partners. Didn’t know he had a a girl. Thought it was just the little one.” He said as he stared at Dorothy who’s expression suddenly changed. She looked sad. Really sad.

“Yeah, I was sent away. For school in London. I don’t even think he remembers me. I don’t think anyone does.” She said sadly looking down at her hands with a sigh. Now Alfie felt bad. And that was a rare thing. Alfie never felt sorry for people. Not even for himself.

“Maybe that’s a good thing ay. You don’t want to be with them. Bunch a bastards if ya ask me.” Alfie said his voice rough as he placed his top hat on his head. Dorothy giggled at his comment finding him funny as he cheered her up. Maybe this whole wedding wouldn’t be so bad.

“I suppose your right.” She laughed. Alfie watched as she did. The way the dimples on her cheeks became more visible and he got to see her beautiful hazel doe eyes. As the car pulled up to arrow house. Cars were all over the place and Alfie ordered his driver to pull up right at the door. And then to park the car once him and Dorothy were gone.

“Wait there” he told her with his thick London accent as he got out of the car. Dorothy did as he had said and remained in her seat. She was not sure as to why. But she did not bother to question him. Then her door opened and their Alfie stood with his hand out for Dorothy to hold so it was easy for her to exit the car.

The young woman smiled at him taking his hand in to hers. As she jumped down from the car. She thanked him as she strained her dress down. And Alfie’s hand left hers. So she used both of her hands to hold on to her bag. Her and Alfie walked in to the large home.

It was beautiful. This was far from what Dorothy remembered living in. She remembered a small home. With stained walls. And dirty floors. And this. This was amazing. She felt so left out. While she was still learning how to cook and clean. Everyone else was living life to the fullest.

But underneath her and Alfie. There was a meeting. And her name might just come up. Tommy took of his jacket with a cigarette hanging from his lips. As John and Arthur finally appeared on the stairs. Finn was eating whatever he could get his hands in and all of the other peaky boys made their way in to the room.

“Right boys, you’re all here. Today is my fucking wedding day.” Tommy was about to carry on with his speech before John interrupted him. “Yeah and you said. There’d be no bloody uniforms” John told his older brother angrily.

“Nevertheless… nevertheless, John…despite the bad blood, I’ll have none of it in my carpet. Now for graces sake, nothing will go wrong. Those bastards out there are her family. And if you fuckers do anything to embarrass her, your kin, your cousins, your horses, your fucking kids. You do anything…” Tommy said in an angry rage once again before he was once again rudely interrupted.

“Tom?” Isaiah said and tommy turned to look at him his face still angry. “What about snow?” He asked curiously. “Yeah their women are sports I’ll say that…” John laughed bringing Isaiah in to a head lock. Scratching his scalp making the younger boy laugh.

“No. No. No. no cocaine. No cocaine. No sport. No telling fortunes. No racing. No fucking sucking petrol out of their fucking cars. And, you Charlie, stop spinning yarns about me, eh? “ tommy told everyone of the men individually.

“I’m just trying to sell you to them. Tom.” Charlie told his nephew. Finn was wondering when he should tell Tommy about Dorothy and the fact that Alfie was trying to get close to her. He knew that Tommy wouldn’t be happy. But then again Tommy hadn’t seen the girl in four years and no one other than Finn recognised her anyway.

“But the main thing is, you bunch of fuckers, desire the provocation from the cavalry. No fighting, Oi! No fighting. No fucking fighting. No fighting. No fucking fighting.!” Tommy shouted at the men as he went and stood next to Arthur until a male maid bumped in to him. Tommy pushed the man to the floor. “Get the fuck off me!” And then Arthur through a glass at him.

“Tom. Dolly’s here. But she’s all different her hair it’s short and she’s well she’s wearing a dress.” Finn said out loud. All of the men turned ti look at him. Clearly shocked that Dorothy was here. Tommy looked the most shocked. He didn’t think she would really come. Especially after he had been a massive dick. He hadn’t written her a single letter. No one had. She spent four years off her life by herself. And now tommy was having to come to terms with all of his guilt.

Tommy didn’t say anything as he left the kitchen and back out to the party in the home. He searched around for a young woman matched the description of what Finn had told him dolly now looked like. But what he saw was not what he wanted.

His daughter sat with Alfie fucking Solomons

[mydear-corinthian]

MASTERLIST : PEAKY BLINDERS

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Notice: This will be updated once every new post is posted. Last Update: 4/9/2024

THOMAS "TOMMY" SHELBY ★ Attention - smut ↳ You're a jazz singer and you were invited to Tommy's brother's wedding and you caught his attention. ★ A Peaky Blinder - fluff ↳ You encountering an assaulter while drinking on the Garrison pub. ★ Fainting - angst & fluff ↳ How they react when you faint. ★ Protection - angst & fluff ↳ You were protecting your son, Charlie when Billy Kimber's men ambushed your shared home.

JOHN SHELBY ★ Defense - angst & fluff ↳ Defending John during the ambush of Changretta's men in your home.  ★ A Peaky Blinder - fluff ↳ You encountering an assaulter while drinking on the Garrison pub. ★ Fainting - angst & fluff ↳ How they react when you faint.

ARTHUR SHELBY ★ A Peaky Blinder - fluff ↳ You encountering an assaulter while drinking on the Garrison pub. ★ Fainting - angst & fluff ↳ How they react when you faint.

MICHAEL GRAY ★ Dirty Little Thoughts - smut ↳ You and Michael can't control thinking about all the dirtiest thoughts you can think of each other.