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⋆⁎✿ John ⇢ *- You And I -* ⇠ Shelby ✿⁎⋆

⇾ (Peaky Blinders) John Shelby x reader

⇾ Summary: you and John have only just started dating, although John has yet to tell you about his kids.

⇾ Warnings: slight angst, but a happy ending.

Before the handsome blonde had entered your life, you found it to be boring, having nothing to look forward to, just a miserable life with no sense of fun, but after meeting the man in question, he completely flipped your life around.

John made you feel alive, like you had a purpose to live again, and not to mention the adrenaline rush you got whenever you were out and about with him, knowing that no one would dare say anything or even look harshly in your direction, all because of the reputation of not only a Shelby man, but a Peaky blinder too.

You watched as he tapped impatiently against the bar, waiting for the both of your drinks to be poured. It was a Thursday night, but a night that the two of you would get drunk together nonetheless.

It was his decision to hang out tonight, and that always made you feel good about yourself, knowing that he was happy to be seen around with you on his side.

He returned back to your table, a scowl settled on his face after the unpleasant encounter with the barman. “I should’ve taken you to the Garrison, sorry love.” He said, placing down your drink in front of you.

“It’s fine, John. Nothing to worry about.” You brushed it off, waving him off as if to say that it was not a problem. “We won’t let him stop our night, eh?” You smiled up at him.

He slumped down in the seat across from you, a smirk gracing his lips whilst nodding his head. “Nothing could ruin my night, so long as I have you around.” He winked, smiling cheekily as he waited for your response.

You rolled your eyes, mentioning how cheesy he was as you took a sip of your, finally, correct drink. “Got anything planned for the weekend?” He asked.

You thought for a moment before shaking your head. “I’ve got work in the afternoon on Sunday, but aside from that, no.” You answered.

“That works out, my k- uhm. My schedule clear for the weekend. Stay the weekend at mine?” He appeared flustered as he started, before quickly returning back to his usual confident ways.

“Like I could ever say no to you.”

-

You walked out of the pub, smiling ear to ear as you and John swung eachothers hands back and forth, happily chatting away about anything that you could think of. “Sometimes I wish that I could spend every hour of everyday with you.” You sighed, thinking about how great live would be if that were the case.

He hummed, chuckling at your words. “Think you’d get sick of me quick.” He replied.

“Maybe…” you trailed off.

“You weren’t supposed to agree.” He disconnected your hands, placing his arm around your shoulder instead and holding you close.

You giggled at him.

Shortly, you arrived at his home, he entered in first. It was quiet at first, but the second you guys entered and closed the door, kids came running in shouting ‘daddy!’

You frowned, watching as they ran up to him and hugged him. There were four kids, evidently all being Johns, although you were unaware of him having any kids at all. This led you to believe that maybe John wasn’t being as honest as you thought, he never mentioned any kids so maybe he never mentioned any wife.

John glanced back at you, his facial expression showing concern and worry. “Why are you all here? You’re supposed to be with the nanny.” He asked his kids.

The oldest girl stepped forward. “She said that there was an emergency, so she had to bring us back home.” She answered, softly.

“Shit.” He cursed under his breath. “Alright, all of you into the living room. I’ll be down soon.” He ushered them all out and into the other room, before grabbing your wrist and guiding you upstairs.

He pulled you into a room, his bedroom if you had to guess. “You have kids.” You stated quietly, watching him throw his cap down onto the bed and run a hand through his hair.

“I do, I have those four.” He nodded his head.

“Why didn’t you tell me about them?” You asked him.

He sat down on the bed. “Because I thought that it would scare you away if you found out I had four kids, it did every other person.” He explained.

“So, were you planning on hiding them from me for the rest of this relationship then?” You replied.

“No, I don’t know. Look, I don’t know what the plan was. All I know, is that I fucking like you, alright. And I didn’t want anything to stand in between us.” He stood up, approaching you and grabbing your hands, holding them tightly in his own, “I’m sorry that I never said anything about them.”

“I don’t know the first thing about raising children, John.” You said, looking up at him with tired eyes.

“Neither did I, and to be frank, I still don’t.” He responded, “I’m still learning, I still make mistakes, but we can do that together now.” He added, “just you and I.”

“No… no other people?” You wondered.

He quickly shook his head, hands meeting your cheeks. “No, bloody hell, no. Like I said, just you and I.” He leaned in, placing his lips on yours and waited for a reaction.

He smiled into the kiss as you reciprocated it. “Their mother died after the youngest was born. I was still in the war when she passed. There hasn’t been anyone important to me since, but that’s changed now. I’ve got you.”

You couldn’t help but match his own smile. “Just you and I, then?”

“Just you and I.” He repeated.

“Daddy!”

“You and I, and the kids.”

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⋆⁎✿ Peaky ⇢ *- Giving Them Head -* ⇠ Blinders ✿⁎⋆

⇾ (Peaky Blinders) multiple characters x reader

⇾ Summary: Peaky blinders characters reaction to you giving them head.

⇾ Warnings: nsfw, oral (male and female receiving) rough (head shoving, hip thrusting) use of pet names, semi public, exhibition? Degrading words.

Aberama Gold:

⇾ Aberama felt the need to be sweet and gentle with your pretty young mouth.

⇾ He’d guide you along with soft words of encouragement, letting you know what you should do.

⇾ “There you go, my love…” or “your doing so good f’me.”

⇾ He’d be relaxed against the chair or bed he was sitting on, arms out behind him as he watched you through hooded eyes.

⇾ His eyes would never stray away from you face.

⇾ Aberama loved the way you looked giving him head, he liked watching as your eyes either watered after so long, or fluttered closed in order to not distract yourself.

⇾ Besides from speaking, I can’t imagine him being very vocal, other than letting out quiet grunts that would edge you along.

⇾ You would make it your mission to try and get a moan or at least a groan from him, but it was proven to be very difficult.

-

It wasnt often that you and Aberama got to have privacy, but when you did you made sure to enjoy the time and make it worth while.

As soon as you both got time alone, you immediately dropped to your knees after pushing him down into the chair in your shared caravan and before you knew it, your lips were wrapped around his length.

He watched lovingly as your head bobbed up and down on his cock, enjoying the way you took your time in order to draw out his orgasm.

Aberama would let his eyes shut briefly before opening them again once he realized so he could focus on on your face. He watched as your eyes squinted the more you took him into your mouth. “S’alright, love. Don’t have to go all the way.” He would breath out, brushing away a strand of hair that fell before your eyes, covering your expression from his watchful gaze.

“Feels so good.” He’d rest his hand on your cheek, caressing lightly as you continued.

Once he’d cum, he’d help you up to your feet, letting you sit down in the chair. “Take care of me so well, don’t ya?”

Ada Shelby:

⇾ At first she would be shy, biting her lip to contain her moans, nervous to have her legs spread for you, covering her face whenever she’d be embarrassed.

⇾ After the first couple of times of giving her head, she would begin to open up to you literally…

⇾ Ada would be more open to trying things with you until she learns how much she enjoys your head in her thighs with her hands in your hair.

⇾ She constantly would be tugging and pulling at your hair to guide you in the position she wants you in.

⇾ There is no such thing as teasing Ada Shelby.

⇾ Her sweet moans would fill the room, encouraging you to do more with your mouth and tongue.

⇾ You’d swirl your tongue around her little bud which would send a string of moans to exit her lips while she would grind against your mouth.

-

“Y/n!” Your tongue flicked her clit repetitively before returning to her hole. Slurping sounds could be heard from down below as you sucked on her pussy, encouraging her orgasm the more you continued.

Your hands found her stomach as she arched off the bed, holding her down. Once you were certain she wouldn’t lift her hips again, your hand would trail up her stomach to her chest, squeezing gently at her tits before pinching her nipples, causing higher pitched moans to fall out of her mouth.

You couldn’t help but giggle at her reactions making her tug roughly at your hair, this time earning a moan in response from you at the feeling of roughness from the girl beneath you.

“I’m…” she trailed off, eyes rolling back as she breathed heavily, “I’m close, love.” She would moan.

This time, you allowed for her to grind herself against your mouth, letting Ada use you to get herself off.

Her hips would stutter as an orgasm washed over you until she rode out her high and was breathless against the bed.

Arthur Shelby:

⇾ Arthur was notorious for being very rough in bed, and you’d expect nothing less when it came to giving him head.

⇾ Depending on how experienced you were, he’d be nice at first (not shoving your head, not thrusting his hips)

⇾ But once he was certain that you were used to sucking his cock, was when Arthur Shelby would truly come out.

⇾ Arthur would be relentless with the way he’d fuck himself with your mouth, practically using you as a warm hole to satisfy his needs.

⇾ Obsessed with making you gag.

⇾ He’d even enjoy the feeling of your teeth lightly grazing his length.

⇾ Not afraid to make noises, especially when it came to grunting. He had nothing to be ashamed of, after all it wasn’t him that was being fucked.

⇾ If he wasn’t using his hips (if he was sitting down) he’d guide you by your head, holding you down and making you take everything.

⇾ If you weren’t swallowing his cum afterwards, than you were doing something wrong.

-

You were struggling to breathe through your nose as you were held all the way down until he was balls deep in your mouth.

Sounds of gagging could be heard as you were forced to choke around his cock. “Keep going love, fuck me.”

Once he finally loosened his hold, you would pull yourself of his dick, breathing heavily as you used your hand to get him off while you recovered.

He’d smile down at you, loving the tears that trickled down your cheeks. “Almost there, sweetheart.” Arthur would groan.

You would sit on your knees, mouth wide opened as Arthur finished himself off, waiting expectantly.

And as his cum hits your tongue, you would immediately swallow it whole, knowing that if you didn’t then it would be a long day for everyone.

Bonnie Gold:

⇾ Bonnie is a mixture, he gives me very soft dom vibes. Like he could be rough, but in a gentle way.

⇾ He’s not shy about what he wants and after your comfortable in the relationship than he won’t be afraid to ask certain things from you, so long as their within your boundaries.

⇾ While Bonnie is (in my head) a giver more than a receiver, he does thoroughly enjoy the times you give him head.

⇾ He doesn’t expect you to take all of him, nor does he push your head down, but he will rest a hand in your hair, simply just holding it there for comfort.

⇾ He is a man that loves to have his balls fondled with, so if you give him head while you softly massage his balls then he might just burst within mere seconds of you touching him.

⇾ Ensures that your having a good time as well, 69….

⇾ Doesn’t expect you to swallow his cum… unless of course you want to.

⇾ Bonnie is definitely a vocal guy, not afraid to praise you and not afraid to be loud depending on who could potentially be around.

⇾ If his family’s around then he will try to be quiet for your sake, but if it’s other Peaky Blinders than he tends to be louder, for his sake in order to let everyone know what they’re missing out on.

-

You couldn’t help yourself after watching Bonnie once again win another boxing fight with ease, he was just too hot for you to handle.

As soon as he entered the changing rooms you had practically jumped in, smothering him in kisses before helping him clean up any wounds or blood before getting straight to business.

This time he didn’t bother trying to stop you like he normally would, as a matter of fact, he watched with excitement as you dropped to your knees and pulled out his length, immediately placing it in your mouth.

You hummed around his cock as he called out your name, feeling a sense of pride wash over from his reaction.

“You’re perfect…” he slurred, eyes fluttering shut from the overwhelming pleasure.

He had his hands fisted by his sides before eventually they crept up to your head as he held your hair back and out of the way for you. “Love you.” He groaned, stuttering in the slightest as your hands met his balls.

His hips jerked unintentionally and a string of ‘sorrys’ could be heard from the moaning man. “I’m gonna cum, love.”

He wasn’t able to protest to you allowing for him to cum in your mouth as he was hit with his orgasm, body tensing at the feeling rushing through him.

Finn Shelby:

⇾ My shy boy.

⇾ He’d like to pretend he knows exactly what’s going to happen and that he’s tough like his brothers to not be seen as weak (for example moaning etc)

⇾ But the second your tongue touches his tip, Finn is a wreck.

⇾ Definitely cums in mere seconds the first time, but he’d learn eventually.

⇾ Doesn’t like being rough with you, despite his brothers encouraging him to be as rough as possible, he likes knowing your having a good time as well.

⇾ Will always give you head in return.

⇾ A bit ashamed of being very vocal, tries to keep it to minimal groans, not often moans and a lot of suppressed grunts.

⇾ Doesn’t say much other than your name and ‘fuck’ when he groans.

⇾ Likes to cum on your face rather than directly in your mouth.

-

Finn was on his last straws as he attempted to draw his orgasm out, he didn’t want to cum to quick like the last time.

His bottom lip was between his teeth, his back was pressed against the bed as he avoided watching you go to work on his cock, knowing he would burst as soon as he opened his eyes to look at you.

He hissed as he felt your nails dig into his thighs as you pushed yourself further down his length, the sounds of you choking around him being his final straw.

Finn sat up with haste, shoving your head off of him right as his cum started to trickle out.

He jerked himself off over your face, eyes locked on the way you opened up wide for him, tongue waiting patiently for his seed.

“Fuck…” he groaned, squeezing out the last drop.

He breathed heavily as he laid back down on the bed, chest rising up and down. “Your turn now.” He smirked, watching as you laid beside him.

And just like that, he was up and ready to go again.

Isaiah Jesus:

⇾ An absolute whore of a man, but I love him so it’s okay.

⇾ Has high expectations for what he wants and what you should do for him.

⇾ A man of teasing.

⇾ Will happily deny himself of pleasure if it mean my teasing you with his cock.

⇾ Likes to embarrass you and will make you beg to suck him off. “What do ya’ say, sweetheart?” Or “beg for it.”

⇾ Not a head pusher but a hip thruster on occasion, but most the time he likes to just leave you to do all the work.

⇾ Isaiah definitely brags about your skills to his mates, wants everyone to know what they’re missing out on.

⇾ Tells other women that offer themselves to him that they can’t suck his cock as well as his partner can.

⇾ Teases you about it in front of his friends and is definitely into having you suck him off in a relatively public area.

-

“Please, Isaiah,” you begged, lips pouting as you stared at his cock that he held in the grasp of his hand, shaking it and teasing it in front of your face. “I’ll be good,” you told him, reaching a hand up only for him to smack it away.

“Can’t hear ya’, love. Try again,” he smirked, watching you with amusement in his eyes as your pleading.

The whine that escaped your lips had him tapping the tip of his cock on your lips, tongue darting out to taste the tiny bit of precum that stayed on your bottom lips.

“Please, Isaiah,” you tried again, “I want your cock…” you trailed, mouth watering at the sight of his veiny dick being teased in front of your eyes.

“Alright, open up,” your mouth opened immediately, eyes closing as you awaited the warm pressure to hit your tongue, to which you immediately moaned at the feeling. “There ya’ go…” he hissed as your mouth closed around his dick.

Isaiah groaned as he felt the vibrations through his cock from you moaning around him, enjoying the feeling and taste on your tongue. “Such a little whore for my cock, aren’t ya’?”

John Shelby:

⇾ Like Isaiah, he is very cocky and likes to hear you beg for his dick, gives him a little power trip every time.

⇾ Wont move at all, likes to make you do all the work so he can watch you desperately trying to get him off.

⇾ Sits back, hands behind his head and relaxes while you do all the work for him.

⇾ Expects you to suck him off whenever he’s horny, especially if you’re out in public.

⇾ Will pull you to a private area and expect you to get on your knees for him.

⇾ “Come on, on your knees.”

⇾ Will watch you with a smug smirk on his face.

⇾ Expects you to look at him when you suck him off.

-

Your knees pressed harshly on the stone cold floor of the Garrison bathroom, your hands were placed on John’s thighs as you took him down your throat, head bobbing back and forth.

“Look so pretty f’me. Cock shoved down your throat.” John cooed, smirking down at you as he teased you. “You can take a little more, can’t ya’?”

You nodded your head to the best of your ability, humming around his length as you pushed him further in. “There you go.”

You knew he wouldn’t move, he much preferred letting you do all the work while he laid back and relaxed, but you still couldn’t help placing your hands on his thighs in a way of holding him back.

You kept moving your head, taking his dick in your mouth, feeling the warmth of him weighing down on his tongue. He was getting closer, you knew he was based off the way he grew restless.

You paused as his release came, and it was then that he held your head down, keeping you as close as possible as he shot his load down your throat.

Michael Gray:

⇾ doesn’t often want a bj, most of the time he just wants to fuck and prefers to do so, nothing to do with your skills, just a personal preference of his.

⇾ But when he does, depending on what kind of work day it is, he makes sure your entirely comfortable, won’t push your head down, won’t move his hips.

⇾ But if it’s one of those stressful days where it seems everything’s against him, best believe he will take out his stress on you.

⇾ If you tease him or do something to annoy him, best believe he will give you attitude back, and if you ask him then he will call you names.

⇾ Is a people pleaser so he will do whatever you want him to do, even if it requires being a bit mean to you.

-

It started off slow and passionate, you had been taking his length in your mouth, enjoying yourself as you sucked him off, but you couldn’t help but begin to feel a bit bored, as Michael had seemed distracted.

You did what you had to do, gave him a bit of lip before Michael was returning back the same attitude, using his ‘boss’ tone on you.

“Go on then, you want me to cum? Then fucking make me cum.” He growled, tapping the tip of his dick against your bottom lip as you whined. “S’all your good for.” He didn’t mean it, you know he didn’t, but boy did it turn you on.

You placed him back into your mouth, this time feeling a lot more enthusiastic, moving at a quicker pace. “Much better, eh? Don’t have to listen to you speak now.”

Thomas Shelby:

⇾ not nice at all, never nice.

⇾ Will force his cock down your throat, and won’t feel bad about it.

⇾ Like Arthur, he is obsessed with hearing you gag around his size, doesn’t think it’s good unless he hears you.

⇾ Would sit at his desk doing work while you suck him off, or if he’s having a meeting with someone over the phone.

⇾ The only time he won’t forced your head down is if you’re sucking him off under the table with one of his business partners sat opposite him.

⇾ Likes to watch you squirm so he will speak of you in front of his family or just other people in general with absolutely no shame.

-

You moved slowly, bobbing your head at a rate where you wouldn’t be choking around his size. Tommy was having a meeting with some man about business, but even that couldn’t stop him from denying his needs.

He ordered you to his office and demanded you sat under his desk while he conducted business with the stranger.

You lifted your head up, prepared to give yourself a breather while you stroked him up, but all of a sudden, Tommy had shoved your head down, clearing his throat and making some noise in order to cover the sound of you gagging. “You can have 5% and I’ll give you a bottle of my whiskey.”

You could hardly hear the response of the man over the sound of your own gargling, but you knew he wouldn’t be happy with deal. Tommy let your head move, but ensured that your lips stayed wrapped around his cock. You paused your movement, using this time to breath through your nose whilst your hand fondled with his balls.

Suddenly you were let up for air, breathing heavily, when Tommy slid out from his desk. “Come on, out you get.” He moved out of your way. “When I come back, I want you bent over this desk.”

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⋆⁎✿ Michael ⇢ *- Too Tired -* ⇠ Gray ✿⁎⋆

⇾ (Peaky Blinders) Michael Gray x fem!reader

⇾ Summary: Michael’s been overworking lately, you take the initiative of getting him time away and you don’t waste any of the time that the two of you have been given.

⇾ Warnings: smut

Your Michael was a hard worker, not only that, but he always put 100% of his effort into work, making sure everything was done right and that nothing went well. It kept his mind clear, keeping him distracted from all the disasters in the world, and the problems his family faced.

His hard work, although highly appreciated, was becoming a problem for you. You found that he didn’t return him until late at night, and he’d be gone in the early mornings. With only a couple of short meetings during the day between the two of you, you were growing to miss the man that you loved so dearly.

You wanted him desperately, in more ways than one, so you took the initiative of requesting some time away from work that was authorized from the boss himself, now all you had to do was tell him.

“Come in!”

You entered your boyfriend’s office, a basket filled with groceries that you had shopped for earlier in the day, as well as lunch for Michael, knowing he probably was yet to feed himself. “Just me.” You smiled, walking over to his desk and unloading his food. “I’ve brought you lunch, some left overs from last night… since you didn’t eat your dinner.” You stated, in a hint of annoyance in your tone of voice as you passed him the food.

“I know, I know. I’m sorry.” He apologized, opening up the container of food and grabbing the fork that you passed him, “I had another late night last night, and I was too bloody exhausted to eat.” He told you, shoving a spoonful of the leftovers into his mouth.

“Late nights seem to be the normal now.” You mumbled, sitting down in the seat across from him, “you come home late, most nights I’m already passed out. Then you leave early before I’m even awake.”

He let out a sigh, dropping his fork. “I know it’s not ideal, but there’s a lot of work that needs to be done, alright. Tommy’s asked for help and I want to help him.” He explained, watching you through tired eyes.

“There needs to be a limit though, Michael. You can’t push yourself to exhaustion. It isn’t healthy for you, especially when your not even eating because your too tired. I don’t care that we don’t see each-other, it’s your health that I’m worried about the most.” You replied, your concern showing not only in your words but in your appearance as well.

“You’re right.” He nodded his head. “Maybe I should speak with Tommy about having a break, or at least getting less work.” He agreed.

You stood up, a smile on your face as you walked around his desk and behind him. “No need.” You placed your hands on his shoulder, trailing them down to his chest, “I already spoke to him. He’s given you the week off.”

“Did you now?”

You hummed. “That means, a week to ourselves.” You smirked as all the inappropriate thoughts ran through your mind at a rapid speed.

“Better get started then.” He spun around in his chair, pulling you down into his lap, you let out a squeal as you felt yourself fall into his body, using your hands to stop yourself from colliding fully with him.

You leaned in, shoving your lips onto his and into a kiss that started off immediately with passion and desperations. Your lips moved against one another, starving as you savored the moment that seemed rare to happen as of late.

Slowly, your hips began to move against his, feeling his hands drop down to your hips to help you along with the movement. You moaned into his mouth, latching your hands into his coat before desperately attempting to strip him of it. You shoved it off his shoulders, letting it fall the rest of the way before moving to his white button up and fumbling to get it undone. “You’re eager tonight, love.” Michael was breathing heavily as he disconnected from your lips, running his tongue over his bottom lip.

“Can you blame me?” You replied.

Once you had finally undone the buttons, you ripped his shirt off of him before helping him remove your outfit.

The both of you stood up to take off the rest of the clothing, standing naked before one another. “You alright with being on top, tonight?” He asked, sitting back down in his chair.

You happily nodded, straddling his waist and hovering over top of him. Moving a hand down, you grabbed his hardened cock, giving it a few strokes before slowly lowering yourself down. His tip met your wet entrance as you rubbed it back and forth to collect your juices, then pushed it into your hole.

A sigh of relief escaped your lips as you lowered yourself down, feeling Michael penetrate your walls the further you slid down. “Michael…” you’d drawled out, other hand clawing at his chest.

He watched you, bottom lip between his teeth and through hooded eyes, enjoying the sight of you taking him all. Michael let out a groan as he bottomed out inside you. “Feels good, eh?” He grunted, reaching up and fondling your tits, “stuffed full of me.” He pinched your nipple lightly.

You went to reply, but all that came out was a gasp as he quickly slapped your tit, watching the way your face morphed with pleasure. “There’s that face I missed.” He chuckled.

You glared at him, resting your face in the crook of his neck to hide your expression.

He helped you move with his hands on your hips once more, lifting you up and then guiding you down. It wasn’t often that you got to be on top, Michael preferring to do all the work, but you could never say no to the feeling of being stuffed full of your lovers cock.

“There ya’ go…” you moved on your own, bouncing up and down and fastening the pace.

“Oh my-” your mouth dropped open as moans spilled out. “So good.” You moaned.

Michael’s gaze was visioned in on your tits, watching the way they jumped up and down with every bounce you did, loving the way they moved. “Fuck-” he hissed, squeezing at the flesh of your hips and digging his nails in.

Your bounces stopped, finding the position to be very tiring and chose to roll your hips down against him, pushing yourself further onto him. His hands slid down to your ass, gripping and pulling you back and forth. “Can feel you squeezing me.” He mentioned, giving your nipple another punch so he could feel your walls tighten one more.

“Yeah…? How do I feel?” You asked him breathlessly, taking your fingers through his hair and moving his neck to the side so you could suck at the sensitive part of his skin.

“Fucking great.” He grunted, giving your ass a slap this time. “Everything about you is just fucking perfect.”

After a while of grinding, you returned back to bouncing and before you knew it, you growing closer to finishing at a rapid pace. “I’m close, Michael.” You panted, hand reaching down to rub furiously at your clit.

“Shit- me too, love.” He replied.

His arms wrapped around your body, holding you close as he began to fuck up into you, feeling a newfound wave of energy hit him. His hips met yours harshly, balls smacking into your backside with every thrust upwards.

“Fuck- Michael!” You cried out, orgasm washing over you as you twitched against him.

Your toes curled and your walls tightened even greater around him, feeling your release hit you hard. Your nails dug into anything possible.

“Where do you want it?” He asked.

“In me, please cum in me, Michael. Need you so bad!” You begged him.

He suddenly held you down, stilling as deep as possible inside you after slamming you down against him, holding you close as he shot his load in, groaning out profanities.

He slumped down against you, his hold loosening around your body as he shot out the last drop of cum into you. “Fuck…”

“And there’s only more to come. We’ve got a whole week of making up to do.”

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⋆⁎✿ Bonnie ⇢ *- Shower Room Fun -* ⇠ Gold ✿⁎⋆

⇾ (Peaky Blinders) Bonnie gold x fem!reader

⇾ Summary: A certain outfit of yours has Bonnie distracted during a fight.

⇾ Warnings: smut, boxing fight, mentions of blood.

There’s nothing quite like a man that boxed, more in particularly, your man who boxed. Despite the fact that he was getting punches thrown his way, there was something about watching as he stood his ground, throwing punches at the men that hit him first, and the blood that coated part of his face. All of it in your eyes, to put it plainly, was bloody hot.

Bonnie Gold, the way that your found it attractive watching him fight, he found it attractive knowing that you were watching him.

More often then not, he was able to control his temptations, waiting until the two of you were in a private place before he made a move on you, but tonight was a little different.

He had found himself being distracted with the outfit that you had worn to the event, making him think about you in more ways than one as he fought his opponent, some weak boxer that had only a couple fights under his belt, most of which were losses.

He wanted you, and he wanted you bad.

-

You were waiting in the changing rooms for your man to finish his celebrations, anxiously tapping your foot as you wondered how he was feeling after the fight. It seemed from your end that he had taken on more hits than normal, despite his opponent not being a tough fighter, there was just something off about your Bonnie.

He burst through the door, blood dripping down the right side of his cheek, just below his eye. “Are you okay?” You asked, standing up and approaching him the second that he entered.

Only Bonnie didn’t respond.

Instead, you were met with his lips on yours as he held you close to his body, a hand on your back tugging you close to him.

You giggled at his desperation, placing a hand on his cheek, the one opposite to where his swollen cut was. “Bonnie!” You attempted to pull away from. “I need to clean you up.” You tried to tell him.

“Yeah?” He asked, pulling away and burying his face in the crook of your neck, placing sloppy kisses on your bare skin. His hand moved from your back, down to your ass, trailing slowly before he grabbed a handful, “I need you.” He mumbled.

You could feel the growing erection through his thin shorts, you couldn’t help but bite your lip. “Bonnie…” you trailed off, the pleasure beginning to grow inside you. “Your bleeding, and your sweaty.” You stated.

“Than let’s shower.”

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A shower was what it was supposed to be, ‘just that’ you had told yourself. But as your hands pressed against the wall of the shower, Bonnie’s front meeting your back, ‘just a shower’ couldn’t be further from the truth.

“Bonnie!” You moaned, feeling the water trickle down your body.

He growled, hands digging at your waist to pull you back with every thrust. You groaned feeling his nails digging into the flesh of your hips, one hand reaching down to wrap around his wrist. “So pretty in that dress.” He grunted, breathing heavily. “So bloody pretty.”

His cock penetrated your walls with a roughness that didn’t often come out from your usually soft and loving boyfriend, but you couldn’t deny that you were severely turned on with the way he seemed to handle you aggressively. “Love watching fight, Bon.” You moaned, eyes rolling to the back of your head.

“Yeah…?” He asked. “Love watching me beat people up?” He mocked. “You like when I’m rough, eh?”

You couldn’t help but moan louder at his words, walls clenching as he spoke filthy words into your ear. “Yes!” You called. “Fuck, yes I do.” You repeated.

Your orgasm was rapidly approaching with every thrust that was sent your way. “Bonnie- shit!” You cried, your own nails digging into his wrist.

“Close, love?” He asked, feeling his own orgasm as well.

You nodded your head pathetically, not being able to let out anything other than moans. “Cum for me.” He grunted in your ears.

A higher pitched noise escaped your lips as your orgasm hit, your legs feeling weak and like you would collapse if it weren’t for Bonnie holding you up.

While Bonnie held out until your own high was finished, before pulling out and releasing his seed onto your backside, groaning as he came. “Shit-” he hissed, pumping out every last drop.

“Guess I should wear that dress more often.” You giggled.

“If you want to be fucked like that, then be my guest.”

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⋆⁎✿ Bonnie ⇢ *- Fun Time No Matter Where -* ⇠ Gold ✿⁎⋆

⇾ (Peaky Blinders) Bonnie Gold x fem!reader

⇾ Summary: Bonnie wanted some fun, and he doesn’t mind where it happens.

⇾ A/n: got bored and wrote this out in like 5 minutes so it’s not great but enjoy nevertheless.

⇾ Warnings: smut, no protection >:|

Your Bonnie was never very good at holding himself back around you, always letting you know whenever he was in the mood of sex, and every time you would give in, no matter the place you were in.

That’s how you ended up in the barn, on top of the hay with Bonnie guiding your hips down onto him. He had insisted that he took the bottom this time, to save you from lying nude on top of the hay.

That and Bonnie could never complain about having you on top him.

He loved watching you move, bouncing up and down, something pathetically, on his cock. At times he would pay attention to your tits, watching the way they moved, but most the time he was staring at your face, watching as it morphed every time you bottomed out on him.

His hands stayed on your hips, shoving you down whenever you lifted up, “you’re perfect,” he groaned, fingers digging into the flesh of your hips.

Had you not been practically skewered onto his cock, you would’ve rolled your eyes and told him to be quiet, but it was hard to get anything other than moans out of your mouth.

Your body grew tired the more you bounced on him, finding the unusual position to be a workout.

You leaned forward, placing your hands on his chest and switched to grinding, moving your hips back and forth.

Bonnie helped you along, tugging your hips closer each time. “Bonnie…!” You whined, feeling your orgasm was close, but unable to come as the movement wasn’t enough for your body.

You gave it a few bounces, pathetically jumping up and down, before giving up and slumping down against him, “can’t do it,” you pouted.

“Tired?” He asked, watching you nod your head, “it’s okay,” he gently kissed the top of your head, propping himself up on his feet.

You recovered almost instantly as Bonnie suddenly began to thrust up into you, thighs slapping into yours with every hard thrust he sent upwards.

Your nails raked down his chest, searching for something to get a grip on.

“Oh- Bonnie!” You moaned his name again, hips moving to meet his thrusts, “please, I’m nearly there.”

You could hear his heavy breathing in your ear with every thrust, quiet grunts edging you along, when his arms wrapped around your waist and held you close, his own orgasm hitting at the same time as yours.

He let out a loud groan, hips stilling inside your warm hole as he pumped you full of his seed, “shit…” he hissed.

“Thank you,” you mumbled, kissing his jaw.

“Anytime, my love.”

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⋆⁎✿ Bonnie ⇢ *- The Garrison Body Guard -* ⇠ Gold ✿⁎⋆

⇾ (Peaky Blinders) Bonnie Gold x reader

⇾ Summary: you go to the garrison for a night out with your friends, and meet the friendly bodyguard that doesn’t drink alcohol.

⇾ Warnings: mentions of drug use, alcohol.

Going to pubs was something that you and your friend group loved to do, going out and getting drunk, having the night of your life’s was always a hot and very rarely a miss. Tonight wasn’t different to any other night. Your group had found yourselves in Birmingham, more specifically, Small Heath, and from word of mouth you learnt that the Garrison was the pub to visit.

You were three drinks deep, already feeling the effects of the alcohol as you danced with one of your friends. She was throwing herself around, moving side to side, back and forth, hair flinging all over the place as you giggled at her ‘dancing’. It was nights like these that you loved the most, feeling carefree, like nothing could stop you guys from having fun.

“I’m going to get another drink.” You pointed over at the bar as you spoke loudly over the music to your friend. Not waiting for a response, you stumbled your way over to the bar, narrowly avoiding getting knocked over by the numerous other drunk people.

“Gin and tonic, please!” You ordered, slumping down in one of the barstools.

As you waited for your drink, you looked around at the others in the pub, observing what everyone else was doing. There were people that were drunk, people that were high and they weren’t afraid to do it, snorting the white powder directly off the bar counter.

You had never been one for drugs, unlike your friends that often indulged in some snow, you made yourself a promise to avoid those kinds of things, and so far you had kept your word.

A man sat down in the seat beside, he was young and caught your attention. He was wearing a thick coat and a cap that covered the majority of his raven black hair. “Water.” The man asked.

You frowned, wondering why a man would come to a pub if it was only water he was after. “Are you lost?” You drunkenly asked the man, not aware of who you were questioning.

He glanced over at you, only just realizing that your question had been directed towards him as he caught your gaze. “Sorry?” He replied.

His behavior shocked you, a polite man was very rare to come across nowadays. “You’re at a pub ordering water.” You answered, slurring your words and chuckling lightly.

You thanked the bartender as his handed over your gin and tonic, taking a sip of the alcoholic drink. “Oh- I don’t drink.” The man responded back.

“Obviously.” You replied, rolling your eyes dramatically, “why are you here? If not to drink.” You further asked him.

“It’s my job.” He smiled politely, gulping down some of the water in his glass. “I’m a Peaky Blinder. I have to make sure everything runnings smoothly around here.”

“A Peaky Blinder…” you trailed off, having never heard of that term before, “what’s that?” You pondered.

“You’re not from around here, are you?” He concluded.

You shook your head. “That obvious?” You laughed.

“Indeed it is. Usually just saying Peaky Blinders makes people run for the hills.” He explained, watching your expression intently for any sort of reaction out of you.

You hummed, thinking for a moment. “Are you in a gang?” You said, a little too loud for the man’s comfort.

“Where are your friends?” He changed the subject.

You looked around, finding them at a table and pointed towards them. “Over there!” You exclaimed.

“Let’s being you back to them.” He held his hand out for you to take.

“I don’t even know your name.” You replied, huffing and looking away from him.

The amused expression on his face never faltered as he witnessed your childish behavior. “The names Bonnie.” He told you, still holding his hand out.

“Well, Bonnie. I want to dance.” You said, grabbing his hand and flying out of your seat as you pulled him to the open space.

“I don’t dance.” He attempted to remove himself from the situation, but it was no use, you already made your mind up.

He sighed as he watched you move with music, body flowing with every beat. “Dance, Bonnie!” You giggled, watching him stand still.

“I’m not a dancer.” He repeated, not making any movement.

“Then what are you?”

“I’m a boxer.” He answered.

You stopped dancing at the news. “You’re a boxer?” You mimicked him. “Are you any good?”

“The best.” He said with a smug smile. “I have a fight soon, against a man called Goliath.” He told you.

You gasped at the name. “Goliath? That’s intimidating.” You stated, not even wanting to imagine what the other boxer looked like with a name as threatening as that.

“Nothing I can’t handle.”

“I don’t know… what if he starts dancing.” You joked.

Bonnie shook his head, letting his head fall forward as he laughed, he had to admit that you were great entertainment for yet another boring night on the job. Ever since becoming a Peaky Blinder, Thomas had given him shift after shit at the Garrison to ensure that no one screwed around and caused the property any damage or give it a bad reputation.

“Okay.” You suddenly said, shoulders slumping as you grew tired from the dancing, “I want to go back to my friends now.” You said, stumbling past him.

He quickly moved to your side, guiding you with a hand on your back to stabilize you as he brought you over to your friends. “There you are. We thought you got lost.” Your friend said, smiling up at Bonnie. “And who’s this?”

“Bonnie, he’s in a gang.” You told her, smiling happily up at Bonnie for his approval.

“I work here.” He quickly said, “just wanted to make sure she got back safely.” He added.

“Well, Bonnie that works here and isn’t in a gang…” your friend teased, “thanks for bringing our friend back in one piece.” She thanked him.

“No worries.”

You leaned up against your friend, resting your head on her shoulder. “He’s nice.” You mumbled, forgetting that he was stood right there.

Your friend smirked. “Is he?”

“Yeah. And he does boxing- Goliath.” You blurted out the man’s name, almost trembling as your remembered.

Bonnie chuckled quietly, feeling a sense of pride as you spoke about him despite only just meeting him. “Hey… if you stick around in Birmingham long enough, maybe you’d like to watch me fight?” He suggested.

You sat up straight, having heard his fight. “You want me to come to your fight?” You asked.

He nodded his head, feeling his cheeks warm up but chose to blame it on the stuffy pub. “Okay- only if you win though.” You made him promise not to lose the fight, sealing the deal with a pinky promise.

“I have to go back now, work to do, you know. I’ll see you at the fight though.” You said your goodbyes, watching him leave with a dazed look in your eyes.

“He’s nice.”

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⋆⁎✿ Michael ⇢ *- Beautiful Reminders -* ⇠ Gray ✿⁎⋆

⇾ (Peaky Blinders) Michael Gray x reader

⇾ Summary: Michael wants to apologise.

⇾ Warning: no warnings, just a cute fic

It was a long day at the flower shop, a slow day. You spent most of the day speaking with your coworker and making up bouquets to add to the numerous collections. “Oh! I just remembered. There was a boy that stopped by earlier, he was asking for you.” Jane, your coworker, suddenly said. You hummed, asking for a description of the boy to see who it could be. “He was young, around your age, doesn’t quite look like he’s from Birmingham. Had blonde hair and blue eyes. A charming smile. Cute.” She listed off, smirking at you as she nudged your shoulder.

Your thoughts immediately drifted to the Peaky Blinders that had only been in Small Heath for a couple of weeks. You weren’t close with the boy, but you had met him on numerous occasions, the more recent one not going to plan. A fight had broke out between him and an older man, resulting in your night being cut early after Michael walked you home. Since then, you were yet to see him again.

“Sound familiar?” Your coworker teased, wanting to know all the gossip about the cute boy asking around for you.

“I’m not sure, Jane. There are a lot of people that could match the description.” You shrugged off nonchalantly.

“Please, no man around here looks nearly as good as that.” She grumbled.

The two of you continued with some small talking, hoping to pass the time, when suddenly she let out a gasp. “There he is!” She exclaimed.

You looked up right as the bell above the door rung, signalling a customer, and your eyes found the blue eyed, blonde boy with the charming smile that Jane had been speaking of. “Y/n…” Michael greeted, taking off his cap as he walked up to the counter.

“Michael…?” You trailed off, wondering what it was so that he wanted.

Michael glanced over at Jane who was stood beside you with a cheeky smile. “Alright, I’ll give you two some space.” She sighed dramatically, exiting out the back door. “You’ve been asking around for me.” You stated.

“Yes, I have been.” He answered, nodding his head. “I just wanted to apologise for the other night. It didn’t end the way I expected it to, and I was hoping that maybe we could have a redo?” He apologised, suggesting that another date was necessary.

“It’s alright. I don’t blame you for how the night turned out. And yes, I would like to try again.” You were happy to oblige to another date, not finding any faults with the Blinder thus far.

“Great. Awesome.” He smiled a boyish smile. He looked around the shop. “I didn’t know you worked in a flower shop.” He commented.

You hummed. “Yes, I have for a few years now. It’s great.” You replied back.

“Do you have a favourite?” He suddenly asked, turning back around to meet your eyes.

You thought for a second, thinking of every flower in the shop. “Nothing in particular. They’re all pretty.”

“Come on, surely you have a favourite.” He pushed.

“What’s your favourite then?” You retorted, expecting for him to shut down the question as most men did when asked. But, you watched as he walked around the shop, looking at every flower type and bouquets, before stopping in front of one. He picked it up and showed it to you. “And why are those your favourite?” You asked, wanting to hear his reason for choosing those in particular.

“They’re pretty.” He shrugged. “Reminds me of someone beautiful.” He smiled a cheeky smile before holding them out to you. “Pretty flowers for a pretty person.”

A squeal of excitement was heard from the back door, letting you know that Jane was still listening, more than likely with her ear pressed to the door to hear clearer. “Michael…” you trailed off, cheeks heating up at his words. Your heart was beating rapidly in your chest as you held the flowers.

The boy took notice of your flustered state, grinning to himself as he watched you look at the flowers to distract yourself. “What do you say I take you out on that date now?” He suggested, your eyes shot up to meet his, widening in the slightest.

“Now? But I have work.” You reminded him as if you weren’t standing in the very shop that you worked in.

He chuckled, already having an answer for you. “Which is why I talked to your coworker earlier and she gave you permission to leave early.” He replied, Jane walking out as she was mentioned, a cheeky smile on her face as she approached the two of you, excited to see a romance blossom right before her eyes.

“Go on, kids. Go have fun.” Jane said, walking up to you two and pushing you 4th over to the door. “I expect you in again to pay for those flowers though.” She pointed, feigning a glare towards Michael who put his thumbs up.

You felt his hand on your back, hovering lightly as he guided you outside. “I was thinking something along the lines of a picnic?” He suggested. “If not, we can always go out for dinner.” He quickly added, not wanting you to feel pressured to say yes.

“No, the picnic’s fine. I’ve never had a picnic before.” You smiled happily.

Michael took you on the date, out in a field by his mothers house with a picnic basket and a blanket, and after that, the two of you were practically inseparable, wanting to spend every hour of every day together, no matter what.

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⋆⁎✿ Michael ⇢ *- Not Enough -* ⇠ Gray ✿⁎⋆

⇾ (Peaky Blinders) Michael Gray x fem!reader

⇾ Summary: the innocent farm boy can’t help but want a taste.

⇾ Warnings: NSFW, oral (fem receiving)

You looked down at Michael, a smile on your face while biting your lip. Your eyes rolled back as a loud moan escaped your lips, the feeling becoming all too much. “Michael!” You moaned, handing trailing down and running through his hair.

The blonde haired boy was lost between your legs, having the time of his your life as he explored your lower region with his mouth and hands.

He had only been in Small Heath for a couple weeks, coming into Birmingham as an innocent and naive boy. The second your eyes met with his, you wanted him wholly. At first it wasn’t obvious that he wanted, if you excluded the flushed cheeks and stuttering over words, but then he got a push from his cousins, and now he couldn’t get enough.

“You are just divine.” He slurred, pulling away from your soaking core, his fingers taking over as he slid them into your hole. He started off slow, relishing in the feeling of your walls tightening against his fingers, brain going crazy at the thought of you around him, and then his pace quickened.

Michael moved up to hover over your body, placing a kiss on each of your tits before moving up to your face. “You’re beautiful.” He whispered, a smile of his own on his face. He leaned down, meeting your lips in the middle for a passionate yet slopping kiss as he once again picked up the pace.

His fingers slammed into you at brutal pace, wet sounds filling the room with your loud moans. You were thankful to be home alone for the night.

His eyes landed on your neck, a clear area where he could lay his claim and tell all the other men in Small Heath that you were taken. Peppering kisses along your skin, he found the perfect place to leave a dark mark for everyone to notice.

While he sucked on the flesh of your neck, your hands moved to his arm, nails digging into them as his pace became overwhelming. “It’s too much.” You panted, hoping he would slow down.

“I don’t think it’s enough.” He pulled away for a second to reply, returning back to his artwork shortly after.

The knot in your stomach began to grow as your back arched from the bed, his punishing pace causing a rapid approach to your climax. “Michael…” you trailed off.

This time he pulled away from your neck, understanding that you were close. He returned back to his position between your legs, sliding his fingers out of the way so he could get another taste. His fingers made quick work at your clit, edging you closer and closer. “I’m gonna cum!” You gasped loudly.

“Then cum.” He commanded, licking desperately at your sensitive hole.

Your hands latched back onto his hair, holding him close as your back once again arched off the bed. You let out groans of pleasure at the overwhelming feeling taking over.

You came against his tongue, body reacting intensely to the feeling.

With your legs clamping around his head, you pushed him away from your lower region, too sensitive to his touch. “That’s enough.” You giggled tiredly.

“Sorry, can’t help myself when I’m around you.” He replied cheekily, a boyish smile on his lips.

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⋆⁎✿ Finn ⇢ *- Taught To Please -* ⇠ Shelby ✿⁎⋆

⇾ (Peaky Blinders) Finn Shelby x fem!reader

⇾ Summary: essentially a part two for ‘Better than any other man’ where the reader teaches Finn how to please a woman.

⇾ Warnings: NSFW, oral (Female receiving) fingering,

⇾ Part One

It was safe to say that when Finn Shelby saw his brothers the next day, they had a few things to say about the rather dark bruises on their younger brothers neck. While Arthur assumed it had something to do with the whore that had been hired for him, Thomas knew it was something else, something that his brother wasn’t ready to share with the rest of his family, so he decided not to crack on to the young boy about it.

Although over the course of the week, the rest of the family began to question what the youngest member of the Shelby family was doing when he’d disappear without a trace.

So, as Finn was leaving after a long day of work, Thomas pulled him aside and into his office. “What is it Tom?” The younger boy asked, sitting down in the chair at the desk as his brother pulled out a cigarette, passing one over.

“We’ve all noticed the hickeys. Aunt Pol says you don’t return back home most nights. If it’s whores then I hope you’re being careful.” Tommy said, getting straight to the point.

Finn gulped, putting the cigarette to his lips and inhaling the smoke. “It’s not.” He said, shaking his head. “It’s not whores.” He confirmed.

Thomas raised a brow, sitting across from Finn. “Then who is it?”

“My girlfriend.” Finn answered.

Thomas nodded his head. “Your girlfriend… and who is that.” He inquired, wanting to make sure that Finn wasn’t putting himself in a bad place.

“I don’t want her to be apart of our business, Tommy.” Finn said, sitting up straight, attempting to appear confident.

“Very well, but expect that we will find out eventually. I’ll let the others know that a whore will no longer be necessary.” Thomas dismissed Finn, letting him finally leave, although he wasn’t planning on returning home.

Like normal, Finn showed up at your house, looking to stay the night. “Tommy knows about us, we’ll not about you. But he knows I have a girlfriend. The others I think are suspicious about it too.” Finn said as sat down beside you in front of the fire, enjoying the heat that the flames gave off.

“I know you said you don’t want them to know about me for safety reasons, but I don’t mind if you do want to tell them about me. It’d be nice to actually go out with you instead of meeting up in secret.” You tell your boyfriend, hoping he was willing to give it some thought and allow the two of you to go on proper dates together.

You watched him as his facial expressions shifted, as if he was lost in thought. “I know you’d like to go out, but it’s not my family that I’m worried about. It’s the threats towards us. I’ve already lost a brother because of it, and I can’t risk losing you too.” It wasn’t the response that you were looking for, but it also wasn’t something you could be upset with, after all he was right. His job was dangerous, a constant threat to those he cared for, and you could understand his fear for allowing people to know there are others out there that he cares deeply for. “I’m sorry.” He apologized, placing a hand on your thigh and lightly caressing your exposed skin.

“S’alright, Finny. I understand.” You smiled up at him, resting your head on his shoulders. “Hopefully someday we’ll be able to show the whole world that we’re together.” You mumbled, staring into the fire.

“Hopefully.” He repeated.

His hand had subconsciously shifted up, unaware of the state it put you in as his caressing drew closer and closer to your lower region.

You hadn’t noticed at first, that was until you felt the tingling sensation going straight to your core.

Suddenly, an idea popped into your head. You placed your hand on top of his, Finn thinking nothing of it until he felt you tug his hand further up your thigh. He glanced over at you, wondering what you were doing, when he noticed the hint of a smirk on your lips while you nudged him closer and closer. He didn’t say anything, opting for allowing you to do your thing while Finn silently observed.

When his hand disappeared beneath your skirt, and his fingers met your underwear, his breath hitched. “Y/n, what are you-”

He was cut off. “Remember when I said I would teach you about pleasuring me?” You asked, waiting for his nod of agreement. “Well… I was thinking we could do that today.” You suggested, shrugging your shoulders nonchalantly.

His eyes brows raised at your suggestion, head cocking to the side. “And what is it you want me to do?”

“You know what.” You replied, feeling a sudden warmth hit your face as you grew shy.

Finn, taking note of the change in demeanor, started to smirk. “No, actually. I’m not sure.” He teased, thumb softly rubbing as the skin of your thigh.

You let out a huff in defeat, “I want you to touch me,” you pouted. Finn said nothing more as he allowed for you to press his hand over your underwear, grinding into him, “please,” you begged, pulling your skirt up so he could see the positioning of his hand.

“Oh shit,” Finn cursed, watching as you pulled aside your underwear, “uhm- what do I do?” He asked, unsure of how to actually please a woman as that was never something that he brothers brought up.

“Just touch me,” you stated grabbing his hand, “right here,” his fingers came in contact with your clit sending a shockwave of electricity through your body, “and rub,” you added.

Slowly, he moved his finger around the small bud of your clit, watching the way that you physically reacted to the stimulation. “Faster!” You begged.

Finn picked up the pace.

His confidence grew alongside your moans, feeling encouraged by the sounds you made for him.

At one point, his fingers grew slippery from your wetness, causing his finger to accidentally slip into your hole, to which Finn pulled his hand away and apologized. “S’okay, Finny. Your meant to do that too…” once again you grabbed his hand, pushing all but one finger down and pushing it as your entrance.

His finger slipped into your wet hole with ease, feeling the warmth of your inside and wishing it was his dick instead.

He pumped his finger in and out, even as you grabbed his wrist and dug your nails into his skin. “Finn- I’m close!” You moaned, eyes rolling back.

You reached down to rub at your clit, letting your orgasm wash over you. Your legs shook as you attempted to keep them open, until your high ended and the sensitivity came, then you clamped your thighs around his arm, stopping him from moving any more.

“That seemed easy, I thought there was more to it,” Finn commented, pulling his hand away from your core, unsure what to do with the wetness on his fingers.

“There is more to it,” you replied, placing his finger into your mouth and sucking off the juices.

Finns eyes widened at your action, thinking of the very first time you gave him head, and then it hit him.

A smirk grew on his face as his eyes dropped down to your closed legs. His hands landed on your knees, shoving them apart to make room for himself.

You let out a squeak as he dragged you down the couch and closer towards him, this way you were laying down.

Finn got off the couch, kneeling down on the ground and hunching over so he could be eye level with your core, looking up at you to gather your reaction.

You ran a hand through his hair, nails softly dragging across his scalp, “you don’t have to if you don’t want to, usually men don’t like doing it,” you told him, but Finn was adamant in returning the favor.

He lightly kissed your thigh, trailing them up until his nose was almost touching your pussy, when he used his fingers to spread you apart, taking notice of the cum that had dripped out.

Finn thought back to how you started off giving him head, how you licked from the base of his cock to the tip, and kept that in mind. His tongue darted out, touching your hole and tasting your cum, before flattening it and licking up to your clit, feeling the little pearl flutter beneath his touch.

The way you gasped has Finn thinking he did something right with licking at your clit, so he kept at it.

He sucked and licked, listening and paying attention to your reaction with every little thing he did.

He could never grow tired of the noises you made.

Your legs were closed around his head, but Finn didn’t mind, nor did he try and open them, he just kept his focus on pleasuring you, and pleasuring you was what he was doing.

The hand you had in his hair was tugging softly, your hips gyrating against his mouth, “oh- Finn! Feels so good…” you moaned.

Due to your sensitivity from the previous orgasm, it wasn’t long before your orgasm happened once more.

You came on his tongue with no warning other than the rather high pitched moans and harder tugs to his curls. “Shit!” You cried, body shaking.

You were breathing heavily as Finn pulled away from your core, a daze expression on his face matched with a bright smile, happy to have made you cum twice without having to use his cock.

“Should have told me to do that sooner,” he joked, sitting up and leaning over you, placing a kiss against your lips, “you taste nice,” he said.

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Please do.”

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⋆⁎✿ Bonnie ⇢ *- Words To Make You Swoon -* ⇠ Gold ✿⁎⋆

⇾ (Peaky Blinders) Bonnie Gold x reader

⇾ Summary: reader cleans Bonnie up after a boxing fight.

⇾ A/n: I love Jack Rowan, I’m so sad to find there’s no fanfic for his character Sam in Born to Kill, he did so good in that show. I’m tempted to write some, but it’s relatively old at this point, would anybody even read it?

⇾ Warnings: mentions of blood (its a fight, what more can you expect)

Bonnie was a man of many talents and he truly was unlike any other man you’d met. Most boys were assholes, only caring for themselves and their cocks, but Bonnie was different. He cared for you, loved you, he was truly the perfect partner.

There was nothing that you loved more than seeing that bright smile on his face whenever he won his fights.

So, you stood in the crowd of mainly men, hand cupped around you mouth as you cheered on your boyfriend during his fight, shouting as loud as you possibly could that you were certain your throat would be sore the next day.

You watched him duck under punches, narrowly avoiding some heavy hits, before returning a punch of his own occasionally. You were aware of the plan that him and his father had in order to gain more bets, he was drag the fight out into the later rounds, and make himself appear weak with not a lot of skill, but that was far from the truth.

You never like watching him get hit, even if he ended up being alright in the end, but as you watched him fall to the ground from a hard hit that his opponent got him with, you couldn’t help the fear you felt as you watched him lay face down on the ground, breathing heavily, when all of a sudden he slowly got up, gaze meeting yours as he winked in your direction.

You rolled your eyes, for once disliking the arrogant smirk on his lips when he stood to his feet, pretending to stagger around for a bit before he was deemed alright to continue the fight.

Luckily for you, the fight came to an end shortly after, and Bonnie with blood coating his cheeks had won the fight via knockout. You cheered happily, clapping loudly for your man who was paraded around the ring by some of the men.

Before the room could get to crowded by the rowdy men, you slipped out silently and made your way to Bonnie’s changing room, wanting to avoid whatever fights would follow from the men that lost their bets.

It wasn’t long after that Bonnie and his father Aberama were returning to the changing room as well, Aberama sending Bonnie in alone once he noticed your presence.

“What did ya’ think?” Bonnie asked, walking up to you and standing in front of you.

“I thought you actually got hurt.” You replied, grabbing his towel and wiping away some of the blood from his face. “You scared me.” You admitted.

Bonnie’s hand met yours, caressing your hand with his thumb. “Nothing to be worried about. I always win.” He reassured you a smug smile on his face.

You scoffed, shaking your head at him but not being able to contain the smile that showed. “You were great though. Very entertaining.” You answered his prior question.

“Just entertaining?”

“Entertaining, hot…” you trailed off, hand sliding down to his bicep. “But also very bloody, now sit down and let me take care of you.” You urged him to sit down on the seat so you wipe away the rest of the blood.

“I’m only bloody because I kept getting distracted. I didn’t know you were wearing that tonight.” He said, his hands staying on your waist and pulling you close to him, holding you as you used water to wash away the blood.

“Then maybe I shouldn’t come to your fights then, if this is the result.” You suggested, knowing that he would disagree with you on that.

“But then who am I meant to show off to?” He smiled.

You sighed dramatically, running a hand through his damp hit. “Your father? The people your meant to be showing off to?” You listed off.

“I only care for your opinion.”

Bonnie’s words could never failed to make you swoon.

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⋆⁎✿ Bonnie ⇢ *- The Sound of Peace -* ⇠ Gold ✿⁎⋆

⇾ (Peaky Blinders) Bonnie Gold x reader

⇾ Summary: A night with the Gold’s

⇾ A/N: I love cute little Bonnie fanfics, I wish there was more story’s on Wattpad for him. Definitely one of the my favorite Peaky Blinders Characters.

⇾ Warnings: (short fic) just fluff

The sound of the crackling fire drowned out the noise of the Gold family talking. It was a great night, sky clear of any clouds with the bright stars shining down, fire keeping everyone warm. Every person around had a joyous expression on their face. It was just one of those nights.

Bonnie sat next to you, laughing with his youngest sister as she pulled funny faces at him. You watched them with a happy smile, your head resting against his shoulder, keeping yourself warm with his body heat.

You giggled as his sister turned to you, poking her tongue out at you before smiling cheekily. Bonnie turned his head to watch your expression, placing a kiss to the side of your head, “what have you there?” You asked the young girl who was hiding something behind her back.

“A present.” She giggled happily, trying to be discreet as she approached you. She looked at her older brother, placing her finger to her lips as she told him to keep quiet, “close your eyes!” She said, waiting for you to do it.

You closed your eyes and held your hand out for the girl, feeling something light being placed in your hands, “what is it?” You asked.

“Open your eyes!”

You opened your eyes and found a little daisy placed in the palms of your hand, the petals a little crumbled from being held in her hand. “Oh my…” you gasped dramatically, “how beautiful,” you thanked Bonnie’s sister who happily gave you a hug before running off to Esmeralda, “she’s lovely,” you murmured watching her dancing around with her oldest sister.

“She is,” Bonnie agreed, eyes still watching you.

You let out a yawn, the lack of sleep beginning to catch up with you. “Tired, love?” Bonnie asked, letting you rest your head on his shoulder once more.You hummed in response, nodding your head, “come on. Let’s go to bed,” he suggested, standing up and holding his hands out for you to grab.

The two of you walked back to Bonnie’s caravan, Bonnie letting his family know that the two of you were ending the night, “I love your family,” you stated as you threw yourself down into his bed.

“I know, you say that every time,” he chuckled, ridding the shirt from his chest and laying down beside you.

With the help of Bonnie, you got under the covers, laying your head on his chest, “do I mention how much I love you too?” You asked.

“I can’t remember. Perhaps you should remind me,” he joked.

“I love you,” you confessed, kissing his chest, “so,” kiss, “so,” kiss, “so,” kiss, “much,” your lips met his.

That night, the two of you fell asleep in each others arms, enjoying the peaceful time that you both got to share with one another.

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⋆⁎✿ Finn ⇢ *- Better Than Any Other Man -* ⇠ Shelby ✿⁎⋆

⇾ (Peaky Blinders) Finn Shelby x fem!reader

⇾ Summary: Finns brothers don’t think he’s a real man for being a virgin, but his secret girlfriend thinks otherwise.

⇾ Warnings: smut, virgin!finn, experienced!reader, oral (male receiving) use of the word ‘whore’, self doubt from Finn.

⇾ Part Two

You and Finn had a secret relationship going on, one that he insisted to be kept private in order to save you from his horrors of his life and protect you from everything gang related, you on the other hand, didn’t mind whether or not it was kept a secret. Your parents weren’t very active in your life to the point you would be lucky to see them one a week.

At times it bothered you that Finn didn’t want to tell his family that he was seeing someone let alone you in particular. You would hear from the other girls your age how they thought Finn was cute and they were hoping that he would look their way, and even though you really wanted to, you weren’t able to say anything about it.

You were at home, on your own when there were rapid knocks at your front door. The book you were reading was discarded with a mark put in place to remember where you’d last left off before making your way to answer the door.

Hesitantly, you opened the door only to find Finn waiting on the other side. “Finn?”

“Can I come in?” He was breathing heavily as if he had sprinted all the way to your house. You nodded your head, moving to the side to let him past.

He appeared frantic, running a hand through his hair. “What’s the matter, Finn?” You asked, approaching him cautiously and reaching out for his hand.

“They…” he started, unsure how to tell you, “they hired me a whore.” He blurted.

You felt your heart drop as your face momentarily dropped at the idea of Finn being with another woman, especially in a sexual way.

“I didn’t!” He quickly added, noticing the way your face seemed to drop. “I couldn’t.” He admitted, holding your hand tightly and squeezing it.

You could almost sigh in relief after hearing those words, but you were still left wondering why he had showed up so suddenly. “That’s good.” You smiled, slightly.

“But, Tommy said I need to be man. They think I’m not man enough, Y/n.” His facial features displayed the stress of the moment and everything his brothers were asking of him, despite still being a teenager.

You frowned, “why wouldn’t you be man enough?” You hated the way that Finn’s brothers treated him, though you didn’t know them personally, you knew enough from what Finn would tell you to know that they didn’t seem to notice him as a brother but more of a worker, treating him in ways that no older sibling should treat their youngest.

He bit his lip anxiously, afraid to admit to you what had caused the situation in the first place, because despite being together for two months now, the two of of you were yet to engage in anything sexual. “Well… I’ve-” he cursed silently. “I’m a virgin.”

You nodded your head, trying to meet his gaze as he looked everywhere but at you. “That’s not something to be ashamed of, Finn.” You said, placing your hand on his cheek and forcing him to look at you. “Nowadays people are reckless, fuck anybody that lets them, but in the end they regret it. I’m not a virgin, but I certainly wished I waited.” You admitted to him.

When you had met Finn, you immediately regretted every thing you ever did with any other man, you wanted desperately for all yours firsts to have been with the young Shelby boy, but there wasn’t a way to take back what you did, and you were stuck feeling bad.

“My brothers think it’s a sign of weakness. Say that I should’ve fucked years ago, but I never wanted it to be with someone I didn’t care for.” He mumbled, still feeling the shame of disappointing his brothers, the people he looked up to more than anybody.

“I’d argue it’s weaker to fall for the same bullshit that everybody’s told. Dismissing your feeling to fit in with the crowd doesn’t make you strong, denying the temptation of wanting to satisfy everybody does. You can’t please everybody Finn, so don’t let your brothers make you feel bad because you don’t follow in the same footsteps as them.” You explained, making the Shelby boy feel better about himself.

A smile formed on his face as he stared at you. There was nothing that he loved more than listening to you talk, if he could, he’d listen to you all hours of the day for the rest of his life, as you always were smart and knew the right things to say to make someone feel better. “You’re to good for me.” He said, covering your hand on his face with his own and bringing it back down in front of you.

You rolled your eyes, “no such thing.” You said playfully.

-

After that talk, you and Finn ended up in the kitchen, having leftover desert from the night before, forgetting about the conversation earlier.

You had been talking to him about school when you had noticed he’d gone silent. “What’s going on in that head of yours?” You pondered, placing the last bit of cake into your mouth and standing up to place the dishes in the sink.

“I want to have sex.” He suddenly blurted out.

You froze as you were putting the dishes down, dropping them into the sink. You hadn’t expected Finn to still be thinking about the earlier situation. “Finn-”

You were cut off as Finn stood up to approach you, “no. I don’t want to do it to make a point, I don’t want to do it to make my brothers happy. Truthfully, I’ve been thinking about it for a while, I just wasn’t sure how to go about it.” He admitted, placing his hands on your hips as he stood close behind you. “If you don’t want to do it now, then that’s fine. I just thought I would let you know that I am ready, if you’d ever like to.”

“I’ve thought about it too, Finn. I just don’t want you to do it because you feel pressured.” You replied, turning around in his arms and facing him. “You certainly don’t have to do it to make me happy.” You added.

He shook his head, “I want to. Not for any other reason but my own. I want you, all of you.” His eyes flickered down to your lips as he spoke, lingering there when he finished.

Your tongue darted out to wet your bottom lip. “So, you have been thinking of me like that.” You couldn’t help but smirk at him.

Finn huffed. “Too much. It drives me crazy some nights.” He replied, chuckling lightly.

“Well, then. Maybe we’ll have to do something about it.” You teased, slipping out from under his arms and making your way out of the kitchen, stopping to look back at Finn who was still stood in the same place. “Are you coming?” He didn’t hesitate to follow after you, grabbing you by your arms and pulling you close. In mere seconds your lips met his in a passionate kiss.

As you made out in the hallway, you continued to walk backwards until you found yourself pressed up against the wall beside your bedroom door, Finn’s hands holding yours in place above your head.

He pulled away for air, resting his forehead against yours. “I’ve dreamt of this day for so long.” He breathed heavily, pecking your lips.

“Was it good?”

“I don’t know, let’s find out.” He shoved open your door and dragged you inside, guiding you over to the bed in the center of the room, and as you made your way over you quickly switched positions and shoved him down into the bed.

You bent down in the slighted to connect your lips again, hands pulling at the buttons of his shirt to rid it from his body. He helped you along the way, pulling off his shirt and then his suspenders until he was left in a tank top.

When you pulled away from the kiss again, you slowly dropped down to your knees, fiddling with his belt.

Finn watched you with hungry eyes, anticipating what was about to happen.

With a struggle you removed his belt, before shoving down his pants, leaving him in just his underwear and a very obvious tent in them. “Your still sure?” You asked, glancing up at him as your hands met his thighs.

“Certain.” He nodded his head, feeling like he could probably cry if you stopped now.

Your hands slipped off his underwear, revealing the harden length that was hidden underneath. Biting your lip, you lightly grabbed the base of his cock, hearing a grunt come from the boy above you. You giggled as you squeezed him harder hearing how sensitive he was to your touches and you barely started.

Slowly, you moved your hand up and down, liking the dragged out moans that slipped from his mouth. You were glad that he wasn’t afraid to be vocal, having used to being with men that were too ashamed to make so much as a groan let alone any noise. But hearing the beautiful sounds that escaped your boyfriend’s mouth made you want to hear more.

You found a steady rhythm with your hand, letting him get used to your touch, before you finally made the next step. Your tongue darted out to lick a stripe up his dick, starting all the way to where his balls were and making your way up to his tip, tasting the salty taste of pre-cum.

“Shit.” He hissed, eyes opened as he wanted to watch you take him in your mouth.

His hands balled up against the blanket as he watched the tip of his dick disappear into the warmth of your mouth.

You hummed in surprise as his hips unconsciously thrusted up into your mouth, forcing you to take him further. “Sorry, sorry.” He apologized, running a hand through your hair. “Can’t help myself.”

You pulled off, “s’alright. I don’t mind.” You smiled up at him before returning, this time taking the majority of him in your mouth.

Finn was struggling to hold himself back the more you took him into your mouth, he wasn’t sure what to do with his hands, if he was allowed to hold your hair or if it was best to leave them at his side. He couldn’t even control the groans that left his mouth the more you went.

You, on the other hand, were having fun and enjoying his reactions to everything you did, like the extra loud groan he let out and the curses as your other hand met his balls, fondling them.

Before you both knew it, Finn was close, and as he was about to burst into your mouth he quickly pulled your head away, feeling his orgasm diminish rapidly. “Want to cum with you.” He said, sounding dazed as he wiped the spit around your mouth away.

You stood up, quickly removing your clothes and tossing them around the room until you were left in your undergarments, that was when you crawled onto the bed beside him laying down.

Finn quickly hovered over top of you, lips meeting the side of your neck as he sucked harshly at your skin.

He trailed down from your neck, meeting your chest and kissing the parts that showed outside your bra. “You’re perfect.” He mumbled, hand gripping at the flesh of your tit.

You arched your back to allow for Finn to remove your bra, giggling as he struggled with the clip. “Sorry.” He murmured, a faint blush growing on his cheeks as he fumbled around before letting you take it off for him.

His embarrassment was quickly forgotten as his eyes met your tits, hearing a quiet ‘fuck me’ when his hands connected with your bare skin.

Finn took his time, enjoying your breasts and treating them as if they were fragile before he moved down to your stomach and then even lower.

With shaky hands, he slowly slid your underwear down, pulling them off and tossing them aside. He sucked in a harsh breath, eyes widening at the sight.

“Do I- do I have to do anything else first? Before we… you know?” He asked, hands resting on your thighs, ready to spread your legs wide for him to rest in between them.

“Not this time. I can teach you what to do another time.” You replied, sitting up on your elbows to get a better view of the nervous boy.

“Okay…” he mumbled, pushing your legs apart, and putting himself in between them.

He moved back up the bed, body hovering over yours, with one hand holding his dick. “Ready?” You asked him, kissing him again.

“Yeah, might need some help though.” He responded, not sure what he was supposed to do now.

You reached down, grabbing his dick with your own hand and pushed it against your folds, eyes locked on Finn’s face as you garnered his reaction. Slowly, you shoved his dick further until he met your hole and then pushed the tip in. “Fuck.” He hissed, head dropping and hair covering his eyes.

“And now you can move.” You murmured, moving your hand back up and placing it on his hips, urging him to thrust into you.

He took his time, slowly pushing the rest of himself into you until he was balls deep and struggling to contain himself. “How fast can I go?” He asked, hooded eyes meeting yours.

“As fast as you like.” You whispered, holding back a moan. “Be as rough as you like.” You added.

He nodded his head, pulling himself backwards and then pushing back into, loving the way you seemed to suck him back in whenever he attempted to pull a way.

Once he got used to the feeling was when he picked up the pace, hearing the way you moaned whenever his hips met yours.

As soon as he heard his name fall from your lips in that breathy tone was when Finn lost control.

His hips hit yours in quick short burst, wanting to be as deep as possible inside you.

“Fuck, you feel good.” He grunted, hand now roughly grabbing at your breasts, a contrast to his earlier softness.

“You too.” You replied through choked moans.

Your legs wrapped around his waist wanting him to be as close to your body as possible while you wrapped your arms around him. Your finger nails dragged down his back as you drew closer and closer to the end.

Finn himself was holding himself back from an orgasm, not wanting to cum too earlier and ruin it for you. “Are you close?” He asked, desperately hoping you were.

You hummed, sliding a hand between the two of you and past your folds to meet your clit, rubbing fast at the small bud.

“Finny!” You moaned, back arching and chest hitting his as you came around his cock, walls tightening around him.

“Shit, shit.” He repeated, feeling his own hit and quickly pulling out, cumming all over your stomach. “Sorry, I didn’t know where to.” He apologized as the last drop fell.

“It’s okay.” You reassured him, breathing heavily. “Better there then in. I don’t know about you, but I’m not quite ready for kids.” You chuckled.

“Definitely not. Besides, there’s still a lot more fun to have before kids.” He joined you, lying down flat on the bed.

“Finn?” He hummed, “your supposed to get something to wipe this off me.” You said, gesturing down to the white mess on your stomach.

He quickly got up, apologizing to you and exiting your room to get a cloth. He returned back with something to clean the cum off your stomach and a glass of water, handing you the water and wiping away his mess.

“How was I?” He asked, this time laying down beside you as he was certain he’d done everything he needed to do.

“Perfect.” You responded, smiling up at him. “Better than anyone else I’ve been with.”

“You’re just saying that to make me feel better.” He rolled his eyes.

“No, I’m serious. No one’s ever made me cum like that before.” You admitted, placing a hand on his stomach and lightly tracing over his abs.

He stared at you, waiting for a smile to crack but there was no sign of one. “Seriously?” He asked, shocked.

“Seriously.”

“Wow…” he trailed off. “Think your ready round for two?”

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⋆⁎✿ Michael ⇢ *- Secret Fun -* ⇠ Gray ✿⁎⋆

⇾ (Peaky Blinders) Michael Gray x fem!reader

⇾ Summary: reader Isaiah’s sister in a secret romance with one of his best friends.

⇾ Warnings: smut

Heavy breathing filled the room as you tried to keep quiet. With a hand covering your mouth, you quietly moaned into it, back arching off the bed.

Two toned arms rested on either side of your body, keeping the man up as he had his way with your body.

Michael couldn't help himself when he saw you walk in, you looked too good to be seen by anyone but himself, and the way your body moved within the dress you were wearing had him feeling all types of ways.

So, whilst everyone was distracted by the party downstairs, Michael dragged you up into the spare room where he laid you down gently on the bed.

"Fuck- Michael..." you whined softly to the boy.

With his cock penetrating your hole, you couldn't help the moans that escaped and how loud they were growing with every thrust.

He thrusts stopped for a mere second as he leaned down a placed a kiss on your lips, silencing you with his mouth. "You're doing so good for me." He mumbled, moving to kiss your cheek and then down to your neck, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he continued to thrust into you.

You cried soft words into his ear, encouraging him to do more despite the risk of either families finding the two of you fornicating 

"Please- Michael. Need more." You pleaded, pushing your hips up to meet his.

He laid back up, lifting off of you to change positions. "Turn over." He demanded, lightly smacking your ass as you rolled onto your stomach.

You gasped as he pulled you up to rest on your hands and knees, pulling your hips back to meet his as he teased your entrance with the tip of his dick, pushing it in and pulling back out. "Hurry up." You dragged out, moving your hips to intrigue him.

"What do you say?" You could hear the smirk on his face as he rubbed your hips.

"Fuck you." You spat.

He chuckled, "since you asked so nicely." His slid the entirety of his cock into you in one go, shoving himself balls deep. He held himself there, handing trailing up your back and then back down down to your hips when he pulled back and pushed forward again.

He developed a rhythm of fucking into you from behind, hands gripped tightly onto your hips as he encouraged you to move back against him. Michael's eyes were locked on your ass, watching the way it moved every time his hips met yours, before moving down to watch the way his dick disappeared between your walls. He was mesmerized watching your body react to his.

You looked over at Michael, seeing the way he stared at you with hooded eyes and mouth dropped open, heavy breathing at the sight. "See something you like?" You mocked causing his eyes to snap back up to meet yours.

He wordlessly shoved your head down into the mattress below, muffling your moans with the pillow as he fucked into you faster, not wanting to hear anything but moans from you. It grew harder to control how loud your moans were as you struggled to keep focus, feeling yourself getting lost in pleasure the harder Michael went.

It wasn't long before you gave into the pleasure, letting out moans that were far too loud and that could easily be heard from outside the room.

"Michael! Fuck- I'm gonna..." you weren't able to get it out as your orgasm washed over.

His thrusting slowed as he let you ride out your orgasm before pulling out, jerking himself off the rest of the way until he came all over your ass, smearing his seed on your skin. "Really?" You questioned, lightly giggling as you felt the sticky sensation on your ass.

"Where else was I supposed to do it? Can't have your family find out through a baby, can we?" He responded, getting up off the bed and grabbing his pants.

You went quiet at the thought of the two of you having children, it wasn't something that you had spoken about before, but it was definitely something that you wanted in the end.

"I'll go get something to clean this off you." Michael said, pulling his pants on and throwing on a shirt.

As Michael left the room and made his way down to the bathroom to get some paper towel he was stopped by a familiar voice. "Have fun, Mickey?" Michael turned to find Isaiah walking behind him, a smirk on his face.

When Michael met him, he lightly pushed the Gray boy, cheering him for 'getting some' unknown that it was younger sister in the room. "What's her name? Maybe she could share some." He teased.

Michael gulped. "You wouldn't like her, she's not your type." He quickly defended.

"Shame, she got a friend then?"

"I don't know, I'll ask her." And with that, Isaiah made his way back down to the party, blissfully unaware.

Michael returned back to the room with tissue paper, wiping his cum off your backside. "Your brother came up." He paused, "knows I was with someone, but doesn't know it was you."

"Oh gosh, atleast he doesn't know it was me then."

To which Michael hummed, dropping down on the bed beside you. "Maybe we should tell them..." he suggested.

"Yeah, I was thinking the same." You nodded.

There was a knock at the door. "Michael, Tommy says he needs you downstairs!" Isaiah called from the other side of the door.

You glanced up at Michale who was bout to get up when you pulled him back down. "He'll be down in a minute!" You called back.

"What the fuck?"

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⋆⁎✿ Michael ⇢ *- Make Me Yours -* ⇠ Gray ✿⁎⋆

⇾ (Peaky Blinders) Michael Gray x fem!reader

⇾ Summary: Thomas’ wedding but instead of Charlotte, it’s you.

⇾ Warnings: Smut, mentions of drugs, rough sex, spanking and slapping,

You and Michael had been seeing each other on and off for well over a year now, despite not being together, you both always ended up in each others bed at the end of most nights. You couldn’t help yourself, there was an attraction to the Peaky Blinder that you couldn’t find in anyone else. There was no other man in Small Heath that could please you the way the Michael did.

When Michael had asked you to be his date to Tommy’s wedding one night you were shocked, to say the least. The two of you never explored anything outside of sex, not even being seen around town together. But nevertheless, you agreed to go.

It was the night of the wedding, the celebration part with alcohol and drugs, the part that intrigued you the most. You dragged Michael down one of the many hallways in Tommy’s mansion before finding an empty room to enjoy some time together.

Michael pulled out a cigarette, eyebrows furrowed as he watched you. “I didn’t know you did that.” He commented, referring to the white powder that you poured onto the coffee table.

You shrugged your shoulders as if it were nothing. “Only occasionally.” You responded, using an old business card to push the snow into a line. “Got a bill?” You asked the man sat across the table.

Michael huffed, standing up and walking around the table. He stood beside you, grabbing your arms and pulling you up to stand. “You don’t need any of that stuff. It’s not good for you.” He said, cigarette lit between his lips.

“And this is?” You retorted, plucking the cigarette from his mouth and inhaling some of the smoke. “Come on, I’m sure you and the other Blinders do it. What’s the big deal?” You questioned, looking back down at the drug on the table.

“Actually-” he took the cigarette back, “-I don’t do it. Snow isn’t good. It fucks with your brain. And you’re too smart to do any of that.” He answered, a smug smile on his face.

You hummed. “Because you’re just so much better than everyone else. You play the part of a gangster enough to be threat, but not enough to let it get to your head. Because even though you’re a Shelby, deep down you’re still that naive farm boy.” You taunted, wrapping your arms around his neck and running your fingers through the back of his haired, combing through it.

His eyes fluttered shut as you tugged at his hair. “So what if I am?” He groaned softly, placing the cigarette down on the ash tray.

“I wish I met you when you were that. A cute, innocent, naive farm boy that I could taint before everyone else did.” You smirked, hand trailed down to his chest, slowly sliding his jacket off.

“You get off to that, do ya’? Tainting people?” Michael helped with taking his jacket off, tossing it over the back of a chair.

“I get off to the idea of being the only person to make you feel good, but I’m not the only person am I?” You answered back, this time undoing the buttons to his white shirt.

Suddenly, Michael turned you around, wrapping his arms around your waist and leaning his head on your shoulders as he hugged you from behind. “You weren’t the only girl I fucked, but you’ve been the only person to make me feel something.” He admitted quietly in your ear. “Despite everything I’ve said, you’ve never been just a casual fuck.” Your heart leaped at his insinuation, knowing that there was actual potential that he felt the same way that you felt for him.

“Michael…” you trailed off as he began to pepper kisses to your neck.

“Ever since meeting you it’s only ever been you. I never got with another person, I didn’t need to when I have you around. You gave me everything I ever wanted… well, not everything. Because truth is, there’s nobody I want in my life more than you, and kills me inside knowing that you’re not mine.”

Goosebumps rose upon your skin as he moved to the zip on the back of your dress and slowly undid it. “You’ve always stood out to me.” You admitted, turning around to face him as your dress slid down your body revealing lace undergarments. “The second I saw you, I knew I wanted you. Even if it was just causal hookups.” Your eyes met Michael’s hooded ones, his hands roaming your body but avoiding the places you wanted to be touched the most. “I want you, Michael. And not just your body, I want all of you.” His hands froze, burning the skin that he touched.

“I want to take you out, on a real date. And then, I want to ask you to be mine forever. What do you think?” Michael replied, moving his hands up to your cheeks.

“I’d like that.” You said with a smile.

A chuckle escaped Michaels lips before he leaned down and placed his lips on yours. The taste of cigarettes filling your mouth.

It started off slow and calculated, before eventually turning passionate and messy. At some point you ended up with your back on the couch, Michael stripping the both of you of clothes.

In the blink of an eye he was sliding into you, but this time was different, this time it had meaning. He pushed in slowly, taking his time unlike the others when he’d get straight to business in fucking you.

His hands were on either side of your head as he hovered over you, giving you a full display of his toned body. Your hands moved to his waist, pushing his hips down to meet yours causing a groan to come from both sides. His hips pulled back, before pushing forward again, and then again, and then again, until a steady rhythm was formed.

“Michael…” you moaned softly. He dropped down to your body, head resting in the crook of your neck while he fucked into you. “God, Michael!” You whined, hand clawing at his back.

He grunted your name in response, picking up the pace. “It feels better fucking you knowing that you’re mine.” He groaned, hand moving to your tits and groping at the flesh.

“I’m not yours just yet.” You teased.

It was almost like his mood shifted, eyes darkening while hips hand moved up to your face. “You think you’re funny?” He asked rhetorically, squishing your cheeks together. You giggled as you felt his hand wrap around your throat lightly squeezing.

“Nothing about me screams yours.”

And that was how you ended up face down into the couch with Michael pounding into you from behind. He fucked you like never before, leaving handprint marks on the flesh of your ass, as well as a bright mark on your cheek. He was determined to make you regret your words, and so far, it was working.

Just as you felt like you were gonna cum once again, Michael stopped. With his hips stilled, dick deep inside your walls, he tugged you upright by your hair. “Who do you belong to?” He growled lowly, hands harshly gripping your neck once more. “Ey?” He raised his voice, lightly slapping your cheek.

“You, Michael. All yours.” You panted, not used to the rough treatment from Michael, but certainly to complaint either way.

“Damn right, love. All mine.” He shoved you back down, pushing hard against your back as he fucked back into you.

Your moans filled the room, followed with the sound of michaels hips meeting yours, if anyone were to walk even relatively close to the room, you had no doubt that they’d hear what was happening.

“Fuck, I’m close, Y/n!” He grunted, breathing heavily.

You let out a breathy, “me too,” feeling his hips stutter.

His hand went around to your front, rubbing furiously at your clit when he reached his climax, cumming inside you. Your orgasm followed shortly after, muffled moans hitting the pillow that you were pressed against. “I think I love you.”

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30 minutes later and you found yourself pressed against the coffee table, and then the cupboards, and then on top of him. Exploring positions and locations.

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⋆⁎✿ Michael ⇢ *- Too Much work, Not Enough Fun -* ⇠ Gray ✿⁎⋆

⇾ (Peaky Blinders) Michael Gray x reader

⇾ Summary: (short fic) you have fun with Michael under his desk.

⇾ Warnings: NSFW, oral (male receiving) dirty talk, head pushing, gagging, caught?

Hooded blue eyes stared down at you, watching the way you moved. He sat at his desk, bottom lip between his teeth, the focus for his work long gone. His head lent back, groaning loudly as you stayed in place. The way you bobbed your head up and down, lips hugging his cock in your warm mouth. “Like that.” He said in a drawled out moan, holding your head in place by your hair. He enjoyed the sound of you gagging on his dick, wanting to thrust his hips up further into your mouth, but refraining himself from doing so.

When he let go of your hair, you lifted away from his hardened cock. “Don’t you have work?” You mocked, repeating the words he had said to you earlier when you wanted to fuck.

Michael scowled, eyebrows furrowing as he glared down at you. “You won’t be saying that when I have you bent over this table.” He responded.

You rolled your eyes, grabbing his length and stroking him up and down. “If you have me bent over this table. I’m starting to think you aren’t brave enough.” You teased.

Michael once again grabbed you by your hair, pushing you back down to his dick. “Open your fucking mouth and suck.” He spat, slowly becoming annoyed at your mocking. You let out a giggle, listening to what he said and put the tip of his dick back into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it.

Even as he heard you gag around his length, he didn’t stop, relentlessly shoving your head further down. “Ain’t got a lot to say now, have ya’?” He hissed as you moaned around him, sending vibrations to his dick.

Your choking around him only fuelled him more as he stared down at you, eyes locked on the way his cock disappeared down your throat. “You look so pretty crying around my cock.” He shushed, rubbing away the stray tears that escaped from the intrusion to your mouth. You glared up at him, pinching his thigh.

After Michael had finished with his fun, he let you return back to your own pace, getting him off in a short time afterwards. Grunts left his mouth as he released onto your tongue, “-shit.” He groaned, body tensing from the release. “Thanks, love-”

“Michael!” Isaiah burst through the door, ready to tell Michael something when he took in the dishevelled sight of the Gray boy and you getting up from underneath the next. “Woah, sorry ‘bout that.” Isaiah snickered, backing out of the room and shutting the door behind him.

“Well, that was something.”

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⋆⁎✿ Michael ⇢ *- Warmth Of Your Arms -* ⇠ Gray ✿⁎⋆

⇾ (Peaky Blinders) Michael gray x reader

⇾ Summary: (short fic) you and Michael enjoying the peace

⇾ Warnings: fluff

The birds chirping were the first thing you heard as you woke up, feeling the warmth around you from not only the sun shining brightly through the curtains, but the body heat that radiated from your boyfriend. Michael laid fast asleep, hair tousled from the night before, his chest peaking out from under the covers. You smiled as you rolled around in his arms to face him, placing a hand lightly on his cheek. His face displayed innocence when he was accompanied by the Shelby glare, it made you wonder what you did to deserve him.

You closed your eyes, enjoying the peaceful moment when Michael began to stir. You opened your eyes right as Michael let out a soft groan, arms moving as he stretched in place. “Morning.” You sighed.

His eye cracked open, taking a peek at you through his lashes, smiling at the sight of you. “Good morning, love.” He replied, voice low and croaky. “Come here.” He said, grabbing your arm and pulling you back into his arms, cuddling you from behind. He placed a kiss to the side of your head and settled back down.

“Michael… we have to get up.” You whined, tugging at his hand despite not wanting to get out of bed either.

Your boyfriend let out a hum. “A couple more minutes won’t hurt anyone.” He responded, hugging you tighter.

“Polly will be annoyed.” You attempted to persuade him, knowing that his mother was a very intimidating woman.

“Not if we don’t leave at all.” He said, you could hear the smile on his face.

The two of you laid in a comfortable silence, enjoying the moment of being pressed against one another. It wasn’t often that Michael was given a day off work for the Peaky Blinders, and even when he did, most days he would be getting pulled away by one of his cousins to help with more business. You couldn’t help but wonder what life would be like when the Shelby family wasn’t constantly being attacked by rival competition, and how it would be like to be able to walk the streets of Birmingham without feeling consistent fear. You wanted to live a peaceful life with Michael, and maybe even a couple kids of your own in the future, but it was a hard decision to come to with the threat that was always around.

Slowly you began to slip back to sleep when all of a sudden you were startled away by banging from the front door. “Michael! Y/n! You better not be sleeping still!” Polly’s voice called out.

Groans left the both of you at having to get out of the comfort of your warm bed. “Told you.”

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✿⁎⋆ PAUL ⇢ *-ALL MINE-* ⇠ LAHOTE ⋆⁎✿

⇾ (Twilight) Paul Lahote x fem!reader

⇾ Summary: you had a few too many drinks at the bonfire.

⇾ Warnings: smut, drunk sex, raw doggin it, light spanking and hair pulling, dirty talk.

It started off with having no drinks, if Paul couldn’t get drunk due to his wolfie ways, than there was no point in you having drinks either, after all you didn’t want to have fun without him. Then slowly, after a lot of convincing from the girls, you had your first drink of the night - and then your second - and then your third. As the night went on, you started to lose count of the drinks you had consumed, all you knew was that Paul looked way too good while he was sat joking around with Embry, Jacob and Quil. He had come to the bonfire in a button up shirt -something extremely out of character for him - and his hair was slightly tousled from the rough housing between the guys. You couldn’t take your eye off him.

After some encouragement from Kim, you had went up to your lover and bugged him until he had enough and dragged you into the house and away from everyone else.

That was how you found yourself bent over the bathroom counter, hands trying to grip onto any surface possible, your hips being relentlessly thrusted into the solid surface as Paul pounded in you from behind. Shameless moans escaped your lips as Paul pressed harder against your back, forcing you further onto the counter, your breasts coming into contact with the icy cold surface. “Fuck-” Paul hissed, he stilled inside you, bending over your body so he could mumble in your ear. “Should’ve heard what they were thinking ‘bout you.” He started. “Wanted to beat the shit out of them.” He thrusted hard once, stilling once again. “But then I thought how much better it would be if I fucked you close enough so they could hear you.” He felt as you clenched around his length, thighs quivering at the thought of the other pack member listening in on you and Paul. “Yeah… you like that? Want them to hear your desperate little whining.” You frantically nodded your head, unable to give a response as a shockwave of pleasure filled your body when you felt his fingers meet your clit.

Paul let out a growl as he heard some of the guys groaning and telling him to quiet down, only stirring him up to do more.

He pulled away from your body, his chest no longer pressed up against your back, as he continued his relentless thrusting. “Paul!” You cried out, his fingers picking up pace the more he fucked into your tight hole. One hand moved down in order to grip onto Paul’s forearm, nails digging into his flesh as you attempted to pull his hand away from your sensitive bud, only enforcing him to continue.

“That’s right.. say my name.” He growled, his voice deep and intimidating, giving you a light pinch that earned a yelp from your quivering lips.

Your head lifted up from the bench and your eyes met his in the mirror in front of the both of you. “Say-” thrust “my-” thrust “fucking-” thrust “name!”

You were certain your hips would be more than bruised by tomorrow morning, but that didn’t stop you from biting your lip and back arching from the overwhelming pleasure. “Fuck Paul!” You slurred, eyes struggling to stay open and grasp his reaction.

His brows were furrowed and his jaw was clenched s he pulled out of your seeping hole, reaching a hand down to rub his tip against your clit and nudge your tight entrance. A smirk showed on his face as he watched you attempt to push back against him to fit his entire length into your already red and bruised cunt. His other hand moved up to your hair, gripping a makeshift pony tail and pulling you back so you were stood up and pressed up against him. “I can’t hear you.” He whispered tauntingly in your ear causing you to shiver at his tone of voice.

“Please, Paul! Need you so bad.” You whined, rubbing your ass against his rock hard dick. “Want you in me.” Your eyes began to water the more you grew desperate, wanting nothing more than for Paul to man handle you with all his wolf strength.

The man behind you was staring down at your ass, watching the way it moved against his pulsing dick. He let out a groan, “want, or need?”

Immediately you began sputtering out words, “need, need you Paul. Please fuck me, need you so much.”

Relief filled your body as he removed himself from you, and once again his dick was at your entrance. “Love hearing my pretty girl beg.” He grunted before shoving his cock past your clenched walls, receiving a drawled out moan in response.

There was no time to be bashful about your moans when Paul’s cock was hitting further than ever, brushing past your sensitive walls and pounding into your dripping hole. It didn’t take much longer before you feel the familiar feeling in your stomach growing rapidly, your moans only growing in pitch and volume before your entire body began to convulse.

Even as he watched your orgasm hit, he didn’t slow down, continuing after your orgasm had finished and your body was twitching at the sensitivity, only opting to slow down as he reached his own climax.

He stilled inside you, pressing as close as he could to your body, allowing for his seed to fill deep in your begging hole, brain clouded due to lust and not thinking of the repercussions.

You could hear his heavy breathing over your own, added with quiet growling and grunts, had your body not been so sensitive after the prior orgasm than you would have happily pushed back against him to continue the moment.

‘Finished yet?’

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