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How the Peaky boys would react to âyou wearing a sundressâ -> headcannon
(NSFW) but more implied then truly written, but still read at your own risk
TommyđȘ
đȘit was a hot day, and you were rummaging through your clothing chest to try find something suitable to wear to bear the heat outside.
đȘTommy had headed out early, business to attend to with Alfie Solomons.
đȘhe hadnât meant to wake you, trying to sneak around the bedroom to get dressed and get out of the house: especially after a⊠long night
đȘbut still, you stirred and whined âTom?â You breathe with a rasped voice âsâalright, back to sleep darlingâ he instructed but you endured, sitting up and stretching your arms high above your head and Thomas watched as the covers fell to reveal your bare torso and it took all his self control to stop salivating.
đȘyou climbed out of bed and threw the slip dress over your head, heading towards your husband who was buttoning his shirt in the mirror
đȘyou turned him towards you and swatted his hands away, and he allowed you to finish buttoning his shirt for him, finishing the top button and pulling the collar down to kiss him.
đȘâSolomons is coming by todayâ Thomas huffed and you looked up at him with narrowed eyes âlong meeting?â You ask and he shakes his head âshouldnât beâ you nod âdâyou want me to come by later? Bring you some lunch?â You ask and he connects his eyes with yours âyâknow yâworry me when you stay in there all dayâ you continue and he offers a small smile. âIâll take that as a yesâ you say, kissing the corner of his mouth and tapping his chest, ushering him out of the door. âGo on, shoo.â
đȘhe smirked and grabbed his cap on the way out, whistling as he went
đȘso there you were, already sweeting with mere silk on your body
đȘyou saw a dress with the tags still on, yellow and billowing at the bottom: sundress
đȘyou looked it over one before deciding it was the perfect choice for todayâs endeavours.
đȘyouâd nipped out to the market first, collecting some supplies to make him some soup or whatever you could conjure up.
đȘyou even grabbed some sunflowers too; having bought him a vase for his office, thinking it needed some life brought into it, given the volume of lives that were lost in that room.
đȘlater in the day you headed to Tommyâs office, assuming that his meeting must be done by now and to feed him.
đȘyouâd headed to the Garrison, greeting Harry and having a few wandering eyes following you as you approached the Blinderâs designated room, thinking nothing of it as you turned the door knob.
đȘTommy couldnât be mad at your intrusion for the sheer sight of you. His pupils blew out of his head as he looked you over, heâd never seen this dress before. Yet his jaw gritted at the way Alfred fucking Solomons had the same reaction.
đȘâoh Iâm so sorry gentlemanâ you said, pivoting to leave âno no, sweetheart. Alfie was just leaving. Werenât you?â Tommy asked and Alfie creased his brows but with the eyes his business partner was giving him told him everything he needed to know. âYeah yeah, just leaving Tomâ
đȘAlfie stood, to leave and smiled at you âlovely to see you, poppetâ Alfie said, youâd always gotten along with him; you hugged him as he welcomed it, and he grinned at you âyou look gorgeous you, yeah? Lovely new dress. Fabulous it isâ âfuck off Alfieâ âyeah yeah Iâm going, bye loveâ
đȘTommy looked you over as the door clicked shut with tight lips. âIâm sorry Tom I didnât think heâd still be here-â âhave you had that on all day?â He cuts you off and you raise your brows âthe dress?â âMhmâ âoh yeah, found it earlier. Never worn it.â You say, spinning to give him a giddy look at it.
đȘTommy couldnât help but smile âcâm ere.â He beckons you over and you approach him âI brought you some lunch-â you begin ânah, got all I need to eat right hereâ he says and grabs your hips, prompting you to discard your basket on his desk.
đȘhe sits back in his seat; opening his legs to pull you to stand between them. He gently takes the fabric between his fingers, then drags his hands so slowly up to your torso, not looking at your face. You fidget anxiously, his hands dragging back down to the hem of the dress.
đȘâdangerous wearing this, loveâ he says, dipping his hands under the dress to rest on your upper thighs, finally looking at you. You smile. He realises how easily the fabric is lifted, pushing you back to sit on his desk âcanât do this to yâold Tom and expect to get away with itâ he says, with a tut, unzipping his trousers and removing his suspenders as he pushes your underwear to the side.
đȘâIâm buying you more oâ these.â
Alfieđ§ž
đ§žAlfie was sat reading the newspaper in his armchair, Cyril asleep beside him when you came into the room.
đ§žâso, what do you think?â You asked and Alfie looked up but had to do a double take. A white sundress with frilled straps and tight torso. âBlimey poppet, whatâs this then?â He asked, dropping his glasses to the end of his nose to get a better look at you.
đ§žâa sundress Alf!â You say, âyâbought it last year, remember?â âThought Iâd remember buying something like this.â He says, standing to his feet, moving to take your hand in his own âgive us a spin then darlingâ he says, turning you as the fabric billowed as you went only for your gorgeous beaming face to return to him.
đ§žânow this is fucking fabulous ainât it darlinâ, fucking fabulous. Bloody love it. Suits you nicelyâ he mumbles as you smile âbut yâcanât wear itâ he says and your face drops âyâwhat?â You asks, brows furrowing. âYâaint givin yâold man heart palpitations and expecting me to let yâout of the house, flower. Not like thisâ he says sternly, wagging an accusatory finger at you.
đ§žâbut weâre got to go to the market-â you protest ânah, we ainâtâ he says, picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder as you yelp. He flips the rim of your skirt up so he gets a great view of your ass, smacking it lightly âAlfie!â
đ§žâdonât think I wonât shag yâon these stairs, treacle, now let me get up the fucking stairs, yeah?â
đ§žthen later in the day when youâd finally manage to coax him off of you and out of the house to the market, there was a hand permanently on your waist. And then at some point you bent over to smell some flowers and Alfie couldnât help but lean his hips into yours. You yelped âAlfie!â You hissed. âCâmon love I canât cope.â He grunts, impatiently prompting the rest of the shopping to go by faster, flipping the skirt of the dress up again when he finally got back to the car.
Arthurđș
đșso. Fucking. Antsy.
đșcanât keep his fucking hands off of you.
đșleft early, didnât he? Ended up waking you up; banging all the doors shut and all that as he clambered out of the house.
đșyou decided that was your wake up call regardless, knowing full well that if heâd have left in a state such as the one he was in last night then it wasnât good business. Meaning itâd perk him up for you to visit him and calm down his anger during the day, even if it was only a chat to rectify his emotions.
đșyouâd gotten yourself dressed without a second thought, inly to do a double take and head right back into the house when you felt the sweltering temperatures outside the from door.
đșyouâd rummage through your clothing chest, struggling to find anything suitable for such an occasion, used to the drizzly cool downpour of the indefinite English winter.
đșthen you spotted it; the sundress
đșArthur had gone mad for it last year, and it was forgotten about at around Christmas time when it was way too cold for attire like that, but now was the perfect opportunity to wind him up again.
đșand you were in a teasing mood after the way heâd slammed the front door shut and made a crack in the mahogany.
đșso youâd slipped it on, it was a lovely shade of pink; baby pink to be exact. Arthur loved that colour on you, made him forget all his troubles and appreciate his woman for a while - especially when he couldnât get his hands off you. So, giving yourself a once over you spritzed a bit of the expensive perfume Thomas had kindly gifted you the Christmas prior, the one you knew Arthur liked the smell of, and headed out the door.
đșyou decided to stop by the bakery on the way to his office, the bakery with the young cashier who had a large crush on you who Arthur absolutely despised, and you knew itâd get him even more rilled up knowing full well that youâd been in that dress, had leant over the counter while the young lad stumbled over his words and explained what was in every one of them, let you sample the one that the lad knew full well was your favourite, and gave you it on the house with a tip on the hat and a kiss on the hand.
đșyeah this was turning out to be a pretty good day.
đșso you waltzed through the building, little spring in your step as you greeted all the turning heads who watched you as you walked.
đșyou knocked on his door âfuck offâ and you opened it âsorry Arth, thought youâd want some companyâ you say in the shyest voice you could manage to muster. His demeanour immediately changed when he heard your voice, his posture settled but when he looked at you his mouth ran dry.
đșâbrought you a bunâ you say, taking it out of the bag youâd brought and knew full well he looked at the branding on the paper packaging. His jaw went slack. âFuck me love, yâtryna kill me?â He asked, taking his cap off his head and shooting his head beneath it. âWhat do you mean, darling?â You asked, feigning innocence, heading to his desk as you placed the treat in front of him. âYou know fucking damn well what. That bastard dress is back againâ he says, grabbing your waist with calloused hands to bring you closer to him and he looked you over.
đșâwearing the nice perfume too, ainât ya love?â He asked meekly and you nodded âwarm day and I couldnât find anything else. Saw how quickly youâd left his morning so I thought Iâd bring you something to eatâ you say with a small, innocent smile as you stroked his cheek. He swallowed hard, eyes unwillingly shifting from you to the pastry on his desk.
đșâyâve been to that fucking bakery, ainât ya?â He asked, gritting his teeth âwell itâs your favourite-â âand that little bastard was serving wasnât he?â He asked again, eyes narrowing âwho? Daniel-â âyes fucking Daniel that little cock rocket who thinks he can get in your knickers thatâs whoâ he seethed.
đșthen it dawned on him. âAnd he saw you in this fucking thingâ he growled, bunching the pink material in his hands as he huffed âmâsorry Arth. Didnât thinkâ you reply. Liar. âNah I think you knew. Knew to tease yâold Arthur didnât you?â He asked, thumb drawing small circles into your waist. You replied with a small smile âI knew it! Yâlittle minx!â He chuckled, shaking his head.
đșâwell!âYou exclaim, taking his hands and prying them from your waist as his face dropped âIâll leave you be. Enjoy your pasty. Love you.â You say, turning to make your leave and he almost growled.
đșâwhere the fuck do you think youâre going?â He asked, standing up after you as you walked back through his door, failing to suppress your smirk. He pretty much sprinted after you, grabbing you roughly and throwing you over his shoulder to turn right back around and into his office. âGot all I want to eat right fucking âere. You ainât leaving this office in this bastard dressâ he promises, slamming the office door behind the two of you.
Johnđ„
đ„bold of you to think youâre even leaving the house with it on.
đ„heâs not like his brothers, he wouldnât leave without saying goodbye unless Tommy was literally at the door screaming for him, and even then he was quick to reassure you before he sprinted out the house.
đ„no he liked to wake up with you, especially now there were too many kids to count running around the house.
đ„he liked to wake you up with little kisses, grab you at the waist and pull you back into bed if you tried to leave, brush his teeth beside you in the bathroom, help get the kids ready, pick your outfit, and let you tie his tie which usually took a good half hour between all the songs heâd sneak in.
đ„gave him a sense of homeliness.
đ„a bit of normality.
đ„today was no different, heâd woke you up with little kisses, rolling you to sit on top of him, legs either side of his hips as he repetitively kissed you as you giggled and tried to rise for a breath.
đ„âmammy Iâm hungry!â A voice came from the doorway and you saw your agitated son pawing at his pyjamas as he looked at you desperately. âFucking kid interrupting. About to fu-â John mumbled quietly before you were placing a hand over his mouth with wide, warning eyes. He smirked at you. âAlright mate, Iâll come, leave your poor mammy aloneâ John answered, finally managing to pry your hand away. âThanks daddyâ he says, giddily, as John reluctantly placed you back in bed and rolled out, chucking a shirt on and turning back to you. âDonât moveâ he says, wagging a jokingly warning finger at you and you laugh âyes sirâ you salute and he smirk.
đ„âright câmon mate.â John says, grabbing your son and slinging him onto a piggy back to go grab him something to munch on.
đ„you practically jumped out of bed to go grab the new sundress that you bought last week, you hadnât shown John yet and decided that today was the day you were going to wear it, especially now you had the quick couple of minutes of peace alone.
đ„âright, littleâuns eating his breakf- fuck meâ you spun around to look at your husband and smiled âwhat dây think?â You ask, âgâi us a twirlâ he said, crossing his arms and leaning against the doorframe with a smirk. You did as he said and pivoted around, showing how the dress spun with you.
đ„âitâs a sundressâ you say âI can see that flowerâ he replies, walking up to you to have a good feel of the fabric, gliding his hands from your upper back to your waist as he pulls you into him âyâcanât wear thaâ.â He says simply and you giggle âwhyâs tha Johnny?â You ask and he raises his brows âthat little name tells me you know goddamn why gorgeous.â He says âyâcannea wear it cause Iâm not gonna be able to keep my hands off of ya.â He says, quickly turning to slam the door shut before picking you up and dropping you on the bed, climbing on top of you and leaning in to kiss you hungrily.
đ„you move to take the dress of and he shakes his head ânow, now whole point of this dress is that itâs easy access now, ainât it?â He hums âleave it on Iâll work around donât you worry âbout me.â He says quickly with his tongue protruding to lick his dry lips as he looks you over.
đ„he dips his head under the hem of the dress and eats you like a man starved. âMammy! Daddy weâre âungry!â You hear from beyond the door and John stops his movement to come back up for air and clamp a hand over your mouth to stop the sounds coming out of it. John huffs, frustrated but clears his throat. âHarriet darlinâ can you reach the milk?â He asks after a minute âI can daâ.â Her little voice replies âToby can you reach the cereal?â âUh-huhâ the other retorts. âGreat and Charlie? Bowls and spoons?â âYeah I know where they are daddy!â The little one says âperfect. Harriet want you to get the milk, the big âun Iâm not having you using up the fancy shit your mam bought from Camden. Yâhere me?â He asks âyeah dadâ âToby, grab the cereal and Charlie get the bowls and lot.â He instructs âokay!â The collective voices come out. âHannah need you to make sure itâs all gone to plan, alright hon?â He asks âsure thingâ then you hear the patter of feel heading down the stairs
đ„âand I swear to god if any of you little shits make a mess yâll all be up for the fuckinâ high jump!â He announces loudly, before quieting down and turning back to you âwhere were we?â
đ„and then when youâd finally managed to pry him off of you, he begrudgingly let you wear it âdonât forget weâre going to Aliceâs garden party.â You say âwhat?â He asks, noticing how youâve dressed all the kids appropriately âyâainât going looking like that flowerâ he says âI sure am. Come in you lot! In the car!â You say, ushering him out the door
đ„he managed to sneak you away one or two times at the party.
Bonnieđ„
đ„Bonnieâs just as bad as John
đ„cannot keep his hands off of you
đ„ââm takinâ yâ to Bonnie Goldâs fight.â Your brother said walking into the room âwear summot nice, that dress I bought youâ âwhy?â âJust get dressedâ you nodded at Tommy, not opposed to visiting Bonnie Gold any day.
đ„âis his sister coming?â Bonnie asked his dad hopefully and the man smirked âwhy?â âJâst wonderinâ.â âYeah well keep yâeyes on the prizeâ Aberama told him âshe is the fuckinâ prizeâ âtry keep yâhands off of âer until the fights over, yeah?â He asked and him and Bonnie just shared a knowing smirk.
đ„you put on the sundress Tommy had bought you the other week, deciding it was a nice enough day to have a breeze against your skin, plus you had a pair of lovely shoes to match.
đ„so you rocked up downstairs, dress on and ready to go and Tommy just gave you a once over âpoor lads gonna have a fuckinâ heart attackâ John said, laughing âshut up Johnâ you reply, as he opened the door to the car for you, offering his hand to help you up. âYou look niceâ Arthur commented with a raised brow âdamn fucker better win this fightâ
đ„âBonnieâ Thomas nodded as he entered the building, followed by his brothers, you at the back with John whoâd strung an arm over your shoulder. âMr Shelbyâ he nodded at him, but was clearly distracted. âDonât you worry, Bonnie. Sheâs right âere.â Tommy says, moving out the way for John and you to come into his view. âHiya, Bon.â You smile âhiya flowerâ he manages to muster.
đ„yet, his breath had caught in his throat at the sheer sight of you. Your gorgeous face, hair done up nicely, and a fucking milkmaid dress. Some lovely sundress that other men didnât deserve to see. Bonnieâs jaw clenched.
đ„âright, weâll leave the two of you for a minute. Aberama, letâs chatâ Thomas said, leading the others away âif he tries anything come and fuckinâ find me.â John said, looking Bonnie over once with narrowed eyes before strutting off after the others.
đ„Bonnie smirked looking at you âyâlook lovelyâ he said quietly, approaching you ânot too bad yâself Bonâ you giggle as his hands wrap around you, leaning down to kiss you gently. âThis fuckinâ dress. Yâdo it on purpose?â He asks and you crease your brows âdo what?â You hum and he sighs âI guess youâre not beautiful on purpose are you darlinâ?â He grins, grabbing your hand to drag you into his changing room and lock the door behind you.
đ„he picks you up and you squeal with a laugh, wrapping your legs around his waist as he holds you against the door. He slips his hands under the hem of the skirt and holds your thighs gently.
đ„âthis fucking dressâ he says, chuffed that he managed to slip his hands all the way up to settle on your waist and you just smiled at him. You could feel him toying with the waistband of your panties and you laugh âBon weâve only got ten minutes!â You giggle and he sighs âguess weâve got to be quick then, ay sugar?â He asks, undoing his trousers and just merely pushing your panties aside.
đ„you lean your head into the curve of his neck, muffling the sounds erupting from your mouth and muffling them with his bear skin and he slid in and out of you. âGod âm so fuckinâ obsessed with you.â He groaned âyâknow what this makes me think of?â He asks and you shake your head in question against him. âMakes me think of a mammy. What a mammy should wear when sheâs pregnant ând canât get into nothinâ else.â He mumbles. âThis whaâya were tryna do tâme?â He asks âtryna get me to make yâa mammy? Cause itâs working darlinâ. So well.â You whine at his remark.
đ„and when you both finish you try to pull up from his shoulder but he holds you firmly in place âNuh uh. You dress like a mammy yâbecome oneâ he says and you canât help but smile at his statement. Eventually, he unwraps you from his waist and lets you down onto shaky legs. A knock comes at the door âfive minutes, son. Get your hands wrappedâ you hear Aberama say to him followed by leaving footsteps. You smile up at him âcâmon Iâll wrap your handsâ
đ„you pull him to where the wrap is, sitting him down on the bench and standing between his legs as you work on protecting his hands.
đ„He was being extremely difficult
đ„trying to wrap a manâs hands when all he wants to do is have them under your dress is an extremely difficult task as he kept groping at your skin rather than letting you work. âDâya want your hands wrapping or not?â You ask with a huff and he smirks âwould rather be doing somethinâ else.â He shrugs, but lets you finish. And when you do he pulls you into a tight hug, leaning against the fabric where your breasts were constricted.
đ„âBonnie, câmon lad itâs timeâ you heard your brother say from beyond the door, knocking on it thrice (sausage roll video lol)
đ„Bonnie groaned from under your dress (you didnât know when heâd managed to snake his way back under there) but you grabbed his hand and yanked him from his seated position to standing; pulling him towards the door and unlocking it to take him to the ring.
đ„Bonnie pulled the hand that was dragging him, sending you flying into his chest with a force that nearly winded you as he gave you one last kiss. âBonnie! Go!â You giggled, pushing him away and towards the ring, taking a stand beside your brothers as the match began.
đ„The rounds went by painfully slow for Bonnie; regardless of the fact that he was winning - but in reality it was only a good few minutes of pure fighting.
đ„then when the match was finished, he waltzed over to the Shelby family like he owned the place and offered a blood-filled grin as it dripped down his chin.
đ„âwell done Bonnie lad.â Tommy said, lighting a cigarette. âCheers Tommy.â He replied, adrenaline still pumping through his veins. âDidnât yâget some money fâthis match?â John asked, lighting his own. âNah heâs got his own trophy right over thereâ Tommy replied, nodding at you as they all turned to see you chatting with Bonnieâs father.
đ„âjust do us a favourâ Thomas told him and Bonnie immediately nodded âmarry her.â âDonât have to tell me twice, mr Shelby.â Bonnie told him with a chuckle, heading to grab you to resume your activities.
Isaiahâïž
âïžhaha.
âïžagain, bold of you to assume that youâre getting fucking anywhere with that thing on.
âïžfeel like itâd be a black sundress, one with frills on the sleeves.
âïžyouâd gone for a walk with Finn, Tommy having told you both to fuck off for a while while they dealt with some deeper business; so a stroll around seemed to be the choice at hand.
âïževentually though, Finn had gotten distracted by a sign youâd read that said âpretty women here shilling for a good timeâ and left you to fend for yourself, opting not to follow your twin into the whore house, yet you werenât in your own company for long, feeling a cap placed on your head and an arm around your shoulders.
âïžâHey pretty, whatâre you doing all alone?â Isaiah asked, as he feel into step with you, but came to a sudden halt almost lurching you back. âAnd who let you wear that?â His eyebrows raised as he looked you over. âWhy whatâs wrong with it?â You asked ânothinâ nothinâ. Jâst donât understand why itâs not on my bedroom floorâ you smacked his chest and giggled âIsaiah!â
âïžâyâshouldnt have been let out wearing this, loveâ he said, backing you against the wall of one of the nearby buildings. âWell I was with Finnâ you reason âhmm? And where is Finn now?â He asks, taking your chin between his forefinger and thumb, forcing you to look at him.
âïžâin some whore houseâ you mumble in reply. He scoffs âsome brotherâ. Then he starts again âwhy donât we turn my house into a whore house and get that dress off you and into my room?â He suggests and you roll your eyes âsuch a way with wordsâ
âïžâyâlook fuckinâ insatiableâ he says, leaning down to kiss that sensitive spot on the crevasse of your neck. âDunno how I manage to keep my hand off you most of the time, dollâ he shrugs âand in this? Fuck yânot gonna be walking anytime soonâ
âïžyou laugh at him âyou wish peaky junior, now I was enjoying a lovely walk before you came along.â You hum, pushing him back by the chest and he scoffs âIâm a Shelby I can fend for myselfâ you shrug ânot while I make you a Jesus.â He retorts, smirking like he knew heâd won. âWhatever, Isaiahâ you say, calmly walking away
âïžhe laughs loudly, running after you âcâmon Mrs Jesus weâve business to attend to!â He announces, swiftly placing a hand onto your chest and pressing you back against the wall, lifting you up and placing hungry hands under the hem of your dress âIsaiah!â You scold, ânot here!â He rolls his eyes âfineâ
âïžand he places and arm under your knees and one to support your head as he carries you bridal-style back to his house. You clutch at his suit jacket and squeal at his action, holding on for dear life until you got to his home.
âïždid not wait until you got to the bedroom
âïždefo had his way with you against the door once itâd been firmly slammed shut and locked
âïžand on the sofa
âïžand the kitchen table
âïžand then bedroom
âïž(you never took the dress off)
âïžand eventually when youâd decided Tommy was probably done with his important business you managed to coax a begrudging Isaiah to the Garrison with you, whoâd initially planned to keep you up all night with him but instead you were heading to a pub instead of his bed; which youâd end up in later anyways
âïžâoh sheâs alive!â Arthur said sarcastically as you join them, noticing your presence and subsequently you noticed Finnâs. âHow long did you last? Two minutes?â You asked and he scoffed âfuck offâ âand of course Iâm alive, Iâm fine. It was Finn who left me alone!â You say, blame bombing your twin who looked at you with evil eyes.
âïžthen Isaiah popped his head round âplus I wasnât alone I was with Isaiahâ you say matter-of-factly and Finn grits his jaw âwhatâve I said about staying away from my fucking sister you fucking scrubberâ Finn growls, landing a pent-up punch to Isaiahâs jaw who stumbled back slightly. âDidnât say nothinâ âbout fucking her did ya?â He retorted and then he was running for the hills with three brothers sprinting after him.
âïžâmen.â Polly said with a roll of her eyes
Michaelđ±
đ±he wouldnât be here nor there
đ±loved how it looks on you
đ±but hates the fact that other men see you wearing it.
đ±he makes heart eyes when he sees you in it, believing it to be the typical dress of a wife and mother; so it pretty much feeds into his delusions.
đ±the only time it saw the light of day in public wouldâve definitely been when heâd been courting you. When heâd been invited to some garden party of a rich aristocracy down southwards.
đ±what Tommy failed to mention was that the Capitalist had a daughter a few months younger than Michael, of whom was extremely well spoken, and ridiculously pretty.
đ±heâd obviously weaselled his way over to you and the rest was history.
đ±and of course, history tends to repeat itself.
đ±again, you were heading to a garden party: Shelby arranged this time around, to show your initial family that the marriage between yourself and Michael was going well and therefore Tommyâs expansion to a more wealthier estate was worth the investment.
đ±âIâll meet you there darling, business to take care of.â Michael had told you that morning while adjusting his collar, allowing you to help him straighten the tie you had wrapped around his neck. âOkayâ you hummed, he always loved how youâd never pried.
đ±in reality he was off to see a man about a dog, in other terms; kill a man. Kill a man whoâd been eyeing you up like a fucking slice of meat the evening prior. Eyeing you like he wanted to eat you like a man starved, as if your husband didnât have a firm arm wrapped around your waist and oversized number of carats around your finger.
đ±even had the nerve to try talk to you, had groped at your ass and Michael covered your eyes with one hand while he clocked the bloke around the jaw with the other.
đ±never wanted a woman to see him fight, especially his woman.
đ±so he went about killing the man the next day; well heâs probably dead by now. He took his cap calmly to the man, beneath that bridge by the canal, castrated then blinded the man and left him struggling on the ground, having a couple of lesser known Peaky men surveying the area for the rest of the day to make sure no aid was to come to him, and when his struggling stopped they were to sort his body out.
đ±you made your way to the garden party independently, having worn a darling sundress; white and pristine and freshly pressed, accompanied by a sun hat and some subtle shoes; conservative enough for Michael not to complain that you looked like a whore, but skin-showing enough not to overheat in this sweltering weather.
đ±you were there before Michael, embraced by John and given a kiss on the temple by an already tipsy Arthur who was in that sort of mood where a gent gets rather happy when squidgy, it was a fine line with Arthur.. happy to angered
đ±but you entertained him, saying your hellos and greeting the rest of the family youâd married into, patiently waiting for Michaelâs attendance.
đ±he was there soon thereafter.
đ±and he was fucking seething.
đ±he took one look at you as his mouth ran dry, grabbed your wrist and dragged you away from the garden getting countless opposing arguments from the likes of Ada and John questioning what he was doing
đ±but nothing could soften the red he saw.
đ±how dare you wear that dress?
đ±practically threw you into the car, youâd never seen him this upset, let alone have it take it out on you; his loving, doting housewife of whom he trophied for every mistake he made, initially he thought you were his punishment from god.. sent an angel for a devil to take care of. But heâd gotten the hang of switching into a loving husband the minute he returned home
đ±but tonight was different
đ±âMichael, darlin-â âhow dare you?â He seethed and you silenced yourself âpardon?â âHow many fucking times have I told you youâre not wearing this fucking dress in public, hmm? And you wear it around my fucking horny cousin?â He growls and you donât know how to reply âhe looks at you like youâre a fucking piece of meet, sweets.â He tells you, finally looking at you
đ±âundressing you with his eyes. Watched him myself.â âJohn has a wife-â âJohn hires prostitutes. Yâthink heâd be a better husband?â He asks, knuckles white as he grips the steering wheel harder âno-â âno. Cause Iâve never hired a fuckinâ prostitute since weâve been together, and I work hard for you, yâknow. Got no where to take my anger out cause I love you so much.â He says and despite the harshness of his words your heart swells.
đ±âkilled a man for you and I show up to you actinâ like a fuckinâ whore?â Your mouth opened agape and he chuckled darkly âthink I didnât kill that bloke? Think Iâd leave him safe? Nah, not with my missus I wouldnâtâ he confirms, placing a hand on your leg as he speeds back home.
đ±he stops the car and doesnât move for a minute.
đ±âlisten to me very carefully, flower. Iâm going to change my bloody shirt, and youâre gonna go upstairs, lay on the bed and wait for me. Yeah?â He asks âyeah oâcourse Michael.â You say as you get out the car
đ±âand leave that fuckinâ dress on!â You hear called behind you.
Finnđïž
đïžFinn is just horny 25/8 icl.
đïždoesnât know what does it for him about that dress, but it does something.
đïžit was a hot day, and the family was in some beer garden, Arthur already off his head drunk and the brothers just enjoying one anotherâs company after successfully ridding the threat of a rival family, the head now dead and the rest cowering to surrender.
đïžTommy told Finn to bring his lady friend, the one who worked at the bookshop along, decided it was time to meet the family, and so he did.
đïžwaltzed into your little hole in the wall, grinning as you peered your head around to see the customer whoâd caused the doorâs bell to chime, and you broke out into a mighty smile just as he did, him opening his arms for you to rush over and into a bone crushing hug.
đïževen shared a sweet kiss as he said a gentle âhello prettyâ
đïžhe noticed the dress you were wearing was new, initially not noticing it as he was too caught up in admiring you. âWhatâs this? Is it new?â He asked, taking your hand to spin you around. âIt isâ you grin, allowing the white flowing material to spin as he made you âitâs lovelyâ he says, noticing something about it but he didnât know quite what.
đïžâwhy are you here?â You hum with narrowed, suspicious eyes as you leant your chin against his dress âarenât I allowed to say hello to my favourite girl?â He asks with a smirk âyes but I can tell thereâs something. A look in your eyes.â You say and he sighs, defeated âparty at the Garrisonâ he says âwhen?â You ask âright nowâ he says and you laugh âFinn I canât just shut shop at 12 oclock on Thursday!â You say, as he reaches into his pocket, throwing ten whole pounds onto the counter âFinn! Where did you get that much money?â You gasp âdonât worry bout it. Enough for you to close?â He asks and you scoff âI canât accept ten whole pounds, Finnâ you tell him âsure you can cause Iâm not having it backâ he shrugs, pulling your hand to coax you out the door âokay fine!â You surrender as you relent, allowing Finn to pull you out the door and in turn, you lock your door behind you.
đïžthen when you showed to the party, you were greeted by tipsy cheers and hellos as Finn introduced you to his family, Polly and Ada immediately dragging you away to have a separate conversation as they question you about everything to which you giddily go along with.
đïžJohn came to stand with Finn, where he was stood still; drink in hand as he watched you interact with his family. âWhatâs up, Finn?â He asked, nudging him with his elbow and Finn finally broke out of his trace to smile at his brother. âNothinâ.â He shrugged. âCanât be about your missus, yâhead over heels for her.â John said, and Finn immediately raised his brows in panic âno! no! Nothinâ like tha.â Finn said, shaking his head. âThen what is it?â John asked, looking at you, trying to figure his younger sibling out.
đïžâdunno. Itâs summot about that dressâ Finn said, eyes raking over you as he tried to figure out what it was and his brother chuckles âeasy access, mate.â John said and Finn creased his brows âyâwhat?â âSundresses mate, fuckinâ kill me. Easy access innit? Donât have to even take the dress offâ John told him matter-of-factly, necking the rest of his beer in one. Finnâs eyes darkened and John couldnât hold in his laugh at the realisation that Finn had settled that that was what it was.
đïžJohn claps him on the back âif yâwanna sneak off Iâll coverâ he said, but by the end of the sentence Finn had already started after you âcheers, mate!â He said to John âsorry, stealing herâ he said to Polly and Ada against their judgement, dragging you away from the conversation and into the Peaky office inside the Garrison.
đïžyou giggle at his actions as he locked the dork âwhat yâdoin sill?â You ask âpartyâs outside!â You say, as he picks you up and holds you against the door, dropping his hands for them to head under the hem of your skirt âright, ând Iâve just figured out that this dress is driving me fuckinâ crazyâ he says âyouâre fuckinâ insatiableâ he says âdâyou even know what that means?â You ask and he shrugs âfind me a dictionary later or summot.â He says
đïžâwhatâs up with the dressâ you ask, as he undoes his trousers âeasy access innit?â
Aberamađ
đAberama is a cultured bloke
đby that I mean heâs had many a trips around the sun, and in that time good women are few and far between in his opinion
đso regardless of you being substantially his younger, he was positive that you were the woman for him and therefore he had to have you.
đrecently youâd moved into his vardo with him, having left the urban life behind.
đheâd woken up one morning to the sun blaring at him through the unclad opening of the vardo, stretching his arms above his head in a mighty yawn, almost certain it was almost midday by this point; especially after the long trek theyâd had to get to this sight the night prior.
đhe reached his arm over, but the spot in the bed was cold and empty, a lone spot where you shouldâve been laid. He creased his brows, shooting up in bed to a sitting potion, realising that you were no longer in the vardo at all.
đhe groaned. Damn you and your early rising tendencies.
đhe rubbed his eyes and pulled on a pair of undershorts, smirking at the remembrance of the night prior once youâd arrived. He popped his head out of the doorway, looking left and right but curiously not being able to find any trace of you.
đhe climbed down the steps and placed his hands on his hips, walking around the side of the wooden structure towards the lake that trickled slowly downstream. And thatâs where he found you:
đhis gorgeous bride.
đheâd always told you that he never expected you to conform to the traditional gypsy wife role, never needed you to bear him any more children or do the cooking or cleaning. Hell, you could lay around all day doing nothing and heâd look at you with the same adoration he always does. He didnât even expect you to want to live in a vardo, yet youâd shown up with a bag and a smile when offered.
đ yet you refused, you demanded to help. Demanded to conform. You would cook the rabbit heâd kill (given youâd been a bit sick at the initial sight of it). And youâd kill his clothes, paying no mind to any blood shed on it.
đyou were knelt against the river bank, ringing some clothes out you just washed then placing them into a small wicker basket, in a dress he didnât quite recognise.
đâwhat yâdoin up, sweetheart? Thought I told yâto relax todayâ he started, beginning towards you. Your head spun and those wide, innocent doe eyes gleamed back at him âhad a big journey last night. No good fâlittle girls to be working the day afterâ he said, matter of factly with a stern look.
đâjust wanted to get these clothes washedâ you mumble, placing the final garment in the basket. âAnd whatâs this youâve got on, hmm?â He asked, as you look at your clothes âoh itâs a dressâ âMm I can see that, darlin. Just never seen it beforeâ he tells you and you stand to give him a little spin. âMy sister bought it for my birthdayâ you said and he grunts, gently grabbing your hips to pull you into him and sway you back and forth along with the breeze, dancing to natureâs music.
đâwell yâknow what these dresses are?â He hums and you shake your head, placing both hands on his chest. âThese dresses are the kind that mammys wear. The kind youâd wear when theyâre all pregnant and swelled up with little babes.â He says, accusingly. âKind that little wives wear that are asking for a hidingâ he warns
đâdidnât mean nothing by it, abe. Just thought it was niceâ you admit and he smiles âI know you did, princess. Just an innocent little flower yâare.â He shakes his head.
đâbut yâve seen the other mammys around the camp havenât you? Seen how theyâve dressed. Think you know what you were doinâ to your old manâ he teases and you shake your head âm too old to be a daâ yâknow. Way too bleeding old. Punishing me ainât ya? Just asking for a littleâunâ he tuts and you giggle as he picks you up bridal style and carries you back to the bed where heâd began
đâAberama! The clothes!-â âCan fuckinâ waitâ he grunts âgot a littleâun to put in ya firstâ he says, dropping you onto the bed and lazily flipping up your skirt to do what he did best.
đmake your skin fucking crawl.
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#me with any character that doesn't even get much screen time that either dies or the writers forgets about them#oh and also the asshole/villain of the story who i have no business loving#and characters old enough (or older) to be my parents#bonnie gold#isaiah jesus#finn shelby#that guy whose supposedly Tommy's offspring#tatiana petrovna#tommy shelby#aberama gold#arthur shelby#alfie solomons#that one guy who works for luca changretta. i think his name is Matteo đ€·đœââïž#alvin olinsky#olivia benson#john price#thomas thorne#mickey fanboy garcia#reuben payback fitch#jake hangman seresin#bradley rooster bradshaw#natasha phoenix trace#brienne of tarth#polly gray#agatha harkness#emily prentiss#cordelia goode#older lottie Matthews#eve polastri#jobu tupaki
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Fighting Demons
Bonnie Gold x gf reader (Tommy's daughter)
Summary: After Bonnie's asked to throw an important fight, you visit to reassure him of your love. However, the shame and anger inflicted by your father's request cause a concerning change in your bf.
A/N: In a recent poll readers said they'd like to read more Bonnie Gold so here's something I've been working on.
Warnings: đ dark!Bonnie, blow job, choking, brief mention of SA
"Do you actually want to spend the evening alone or are you just being obstinate?" your stepmother asked in an exasperated tone. She leaned her ear against the door to see if you would reply. When you remained silent, Lizzie huffed out a breath that signaled her disapproval of your overly dramatic tactics.
"I can't talk any sense into her," she informed Tommy who waited at the bottom of the stairs.
"And what am I to do?" he answered gruffly.
"Tell her he won't be hurt," she answered in a serious tone, lips pursed tightly as soon as she realized how absurd her words sounded.
Tommy looked down at his shoes, head shaking softly as he proclaimed, "He won't."
"You used to be a better liar, Tom," Lizzie noted as she brushed past her husband to the waiting car.
"Fuckin' hell," Tommy swore as his gaze turned toward the upper floors of Arrow House. Before he could convince himself it was a bad idea, he climbed the stairs two at a time to seek you out.
Knuckles wrapping against your door, he insisted you open it and afraid not to obey your father, you did. You found a wild eyed madman staring back at you, his voice warning you in a low tone. "Y/n, Lizzie asked you to come downstairs."
You shook your head in response to his demand, stubborn as you'd ever been.
"The car's waiting so I won't ask again," he pressed, tossing your new dress at you. "Now get ready," he demanded before storming out.
You held the beaded garment between your fingertips, uncertain if you could go through with it. Bonnie was facing an undefeated champion tonight, a giant, and there would be nothing you could do to stop the brutality if the hulking man facing him in the ring decided to be ruthless.
A tear slipped down your cheek as you stepped into the dress Polly and Linda helped you choose weeks ago. In those days you'd been excited for you boyfriend, thinking this fight would be an important step in his career.
Now you realized it was nothing more than a spectacle to make your father money. Thomas Shelby had no real interest in the boy who had stolen your heart, the one he was willing to put in the ring with a killer.
ââââââ
"Have a drink," Linda urged as she glimpsed you fidgeting in your ringside seat.
You accepted the bottle of gin from her hands and took a couple of long swigs before Polly snatched it from you.
"If you keep this up, we'll have to carry you out," she scolded, placing the bottle to her own lips.
Watching you cross your arms over your chest in a childish pout, she glanced from side to side to see if Tommy was nearby. When she realized he was deep in conversation with a paranoid Arthur, she leaned over to you conspiratorially.
"Go and see the boy," she suggested, watching your face brighten at the prospect.
You didn't need to be told twice, eagerly gathering your purse before she could change her mind.
With each quickened step down the dimly lit corridor, the roar of the bloodthirsty crowd began to fade. In the quiet solitude of the locker room, you called out for Bonnie.
"What do you want?" he replied brusquely.
You didn't take the tone personally, knowing he was steeling his mind for the fight. If anything, the hard edge to his voice was turning you on, especially as you drank in the sight of his muscular torso.
"I thought you might like some company," you offered gently as you watched him begin to tape his hands. He didn't look up, but you approached with a glint of mischief in your eye. "You look tense, Bon," you noted sweetly, running a hand between his shoulder blades.
Although he still didn't move, you could sense the involuntary reaction to your touch in the way his skin rippled to goosebumps beneath your fingertips.
"Y/n," he warned in a low growl, vibration carrying through his body to meet your warm palms.
"C'mon, let me help you," you urged dropping to your knees before him. As you looked up into his stormy hazel eyes, you realized you'd finally captured his attention.
Grasping your chin in his hand, nails digging into your flesh possessively, he studied you a moment before demanding, "Did your father ask you to do this?"
Eyes wide at the suggestion, you shook your head against his firm grasp. "Of course not," you answered indignantly and he chuckled at the fire inside you.
"Going to ruin that expensive dress just because you can?" he smirked.
"Want to make you feel good," you shrugged, eyes turning dark and suggestive as you held his gaze. Somehow you couldn't bring yourself to care about the beads digging into your knees when Bonnie's fingers dipped below the waistband of his trunks to push them from his hips.
As his cock sprung free, you licked your lips in anticipation, hand reaching for him before he caught your wrist. "Tell me to win," he urged, the veins in his arm protruding as he held you fast.
"You've won my heart and I'll always see you as a champion. Isn't that enough?" you asked, trying not to allow the ache in your chest to spoil the moment.
Bonnie only scoffed as he released you, guiding his leaking tip to your waiting lips. Holding the back of your head as he pushed himself past the soft press of your kiss, he uttered a shaky sigh. "Then treat me like a champion," he whispered, remembering all the times before when you'd come to him after a fight more than eager to celebrate his victory.
Without need of words, you knew he was imagining those moments of triumph and you allowed yourself to return to a time when you would join him after a match. His blood and sweat covered body pressing against you, chasing an even greater high together.
The next few moments were a blur of sloppy movements, your hungry mouth devouring his growing length. Both of you panting in wanton desire for the other. Bonnie's hips began to jerk at the stimulation and you rested a palm against his muscular ass cheek to accept him further into your throat, a desperate moan escaping around him.
However, that's when you realized how much adrenaline was coursing through his veins. His thighs began to twitch and his fingers wound into your locks like anchors. Before you knew what was happening, he was thrusting into your face with abandon, chin tilted toward the ceiling as his eyes squeezed shut.
There was no way for him to tell you were struggling for breath beneath him, his only thought using you like he would his fist or a cheap whore. Attempting to pull your head away, he held you tightly, palms pressing against your ears until you could hear no sounds except your gags and retches.
Your lungs burned from lack of oxygen wondering if he would release you when a loud grunt signaled his peak. "Swallow," he instructed and you tried to relax as the thicks ropes of cum hit your tongue. There was too much and little rivulets began streaming from the sides of your mouth in protest to match the streaks of mascara coating your cheeks.
As soon as his strong hands released you, you fell backward, heaving for breath. Wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, your watery eyes searched Bonnie's for some idea of what he'd been thinking.
"Wh-why did you do that?" you asked, feeling hurt and confused. He'd never been so rough with you.
"Finally taking what's mine," Bonnie replied coldly.
"This is about my father, not me," you insisted. "If you're angry..."
"Fucking right, I am!" he interrupted in a booming voice that echoed menacingly off the tiled walls. "My reputation is ruined after tonight and for what? So your Da can line his pockets!"
You shook your head, wanting to explain how he'd gotten it all wrong, but you knew what he said was true. Quickly trying to think of a silver lining, you offered, "You'll be paid well so even if you don't have another fight..."
However, the thought of his career ending tonight ignited a vengeance in Bonnie. "Maybe I'll collect my payment now then," he hissed at you, spinning you around to face the wall and press your cheek to the cold tiles.
As you felt him rip at your dress, beads scattering along the floor, you began to scream. "No, Bon! Not like this," you begged, looking over your shoulder at him with watery eyes.
"You knew your father was using me and you didn't care so long as you kept living in luxury," he accused with venomous tongue.
"Th-that's not true...I love you," you protested through sniffles. "You know I want to marry you, have your children..." you babbled, hoping to bring him around.
"Stop lying!" he shouted over you, his large hand clamped around your neck, turning your hiccuped sobs into little more than a whispered gasp for breath.
Vision blurring from lack of oxygen you made one last attempt to free yourself, kicking back at him with as much force as you could muster. You only succeeded in making him angrier, his hand lowering to rip your underwear away.
Listening as he stroked himself back to hardness behind you, you felt your body go numb and your mind blank with no way to subdue him.
"After I win tonight, you're going to tell your Da it was your decision. You wanted the father of your child to have a future," he instructed, punctuating his request with one powerful thrust.
Bonnie lasted all twelve rounds, making Tommy and Arthur visibly nervous as he'd been expected to go down in the eighth. A knock out finished Goliath at the last moment, Bonnie flashing a bloodied, yet triumphant grin to the crowd.
"What the fuck did you just do?" Tommy asked through clenched teeth.
"Ask your daughter," Bonnie replied, eyeing your trembling form waiting by the ring.
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Bonus from the series Heaven in Your Eyes (Arthur Shelby x You):
Also, I was completely drunk when I made this. So, sorry for the nonsense.
#peaky blinders#peaky blinders imagine#peaky blinders incorrect quotes#Tommy shelby#tommy shelby imagine#Arthur shelby#John shelby#Polly Gray#Ada Shelby#Michael Gray#May Carleton#Heaven shelby#Alfie solomons#peaky blinders oc#Peaky blinders quotes#Peaky blinders meme#Bonnie Gold#Finn Shelby#Alfie Solomons
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A very long time ago, seriously maybe a year ago, one anonymous person requested:
hii i was wondering if you can do a request where the reader is with bonnie, but finn secretly likes her? reader is worrying and cleaning up bonnie after boxing and finn is kinda jelly
Hope you will enjoy it!
Pairing: Bonnie Gold x fem!reader, Finn Shelby being into reader
Words count: 2.1k
Warnings: none I think
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Y/n Y/l/n - Bonnie's biggest fan and supporter in his boxing career. Since they've met, she had never missed any of his matches, nor his sparrings and surprisingly he won every time. Of course, Bonnie believed his hard work and the effort he put into training were just a half of the reason why he kept winning.
"You're my lucky charm, did I ever tell you that?" Bonnie said, like he did many times before. And like many times before, it brought a smile upon Y/n's face.
"Maybe once or twice." Y/n joked. Obviously, there were definitely more than two times. "Could you stop talking for a moment, though? Please, just for the moment I take care of this cut."
Bonnie nodded his head and let Y/n do what she usually used to do after his fights.
They were at King Maine's gym. The trainer was talking to Bonnie's defeated opponent. They were standing by the door, far away from the winner and the girl, so his words were inaudible, but the way he was explaning something seemed to be aggressive, considering his rapid gestures. Not like Y/n would pay attention to anything the trainer was saying, even if she could hear him. She was busy cleaning up her boyfriend's cuts, because even the best fighters get hurt. You can't win a fight without getting a few cuts and Y/n didn't mind taking care of Bonnie's.
The boy was sitting on a chair with the girl straddling his lap, her clothed chest extremely close to his naked, sweaty one. In her hand, she had a wet cloth with which she washed the blood off of the boy's face. Bonnie's hands unconciously landed on Y/n's waist, putting a blush on the girl's face.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't- I don't know how it happened-" Bonnie apologized awkwardly when he realized, immediately taking his hands away. Now he was also blushing.
Despite dating for a while, it was the point of intimacy they haven't reached before. Especially not in a public place. Not like they cared if others see that, but it just didn't feel... natural for them. They were taking things slow.
"It's okay," Y/n assured, "you're my boyfriend, Bonnie, you're allowed to touch me." A giggle escaped her mouth.
"Oh, yeah?" Bonnie smirked playfully. "Then I assume I'm also allowed to do this." His hands were suddenly under Y/n's thighs and he stood up, picking her up.
Y/n laughed. She dropped the cloth on the floor as her arms went around Bonnie's neck, helping her not fall down. They kissed and both smiled through the kiss.
Suddenly, they heard someone clearing his throat. It made them stop what they were doing, Bonnie put Y/n back on the ground. They turned to face the person who interrupted them.
"Finn?" Y/n asked surprised to see her friend. "What are you doing here?"
"How long have you been standing here?" Her boyfriend added.
Finn looked at Bonnie with an angry stare, "long enough," then shifted his eyes to Y/n. "Tommy sent me."
Bonnie spoke before Y/n could open her mouth again. "Why wouldn't Mr. Shelby come here himself?"
"Because it's not about you, it's about her." Finn walked up closer to the couple. He gave Bonnie another hateful look. "'Besides I wasn't talking to you, was I?"
"And what could Tommy possibly want from me at," Y/n looked at the clock nearby, "seven in the evening?"
"Exactly, it's seven in the evening. Your father gave Tommy a call, asking him to ask me to walk you home."
"How did my dad know I'm here? You didn't tell him, did you?"
Y/f/n wouldn't expect her to be at the gym, because he didn't know she was dating Bonnie. He thought they were just good friends, like she was with the Shelby boys or Polly's son. Y/n didn't want her dad to find out she's dating Bonnie.
"We're covering for you... as always for the past few weeks." He really put an emphasis on that. "Tommy told him you were in the stables by Charlie's yard. Taking care of the horses."
"Thanks. I promise I'll tell him, but not yet. It's not the right time."
"Alright, sure," Finn didn't believe her, "let's go already, shall we?"
"No worries," Bonnie gave Finn a pat on the back, "I can walk her. I was going to anyway, you didn't have to bother yourself coming here."
Bonnie smiled kindly at Finn, he didn't quite realize that the youngest Shelby brother dislikes him. He's been acting like this since Bonnie had met him, so he thought that's just the way he is. He had no idea it's because of Y/n. Because of how quickly Bonnie stole Y/n's heart.
"Don't put your fuckin' hands on me," Finn pushed Bonnie away from himself, "unless you wanna fuckin' fight."
"Relax, we can spar sometime. When do you have time?"
"Even right now. Right here. Or we can go out, do it in the street. I don't care."
"Jesus, Finn! No fuckin' fighting." Y/n scolded her lifelong friend. "What happened to you? Did Arthur start giving you cocaine?" Met with silence on Finn's side, Y/n continued. "Alright, I guess it'll be me walking you home."
"And who's gonna walk you after you walk him?" Bonnie asked. "Remember about the vendetta. Your father helps Mr. Shelby, the Italians are after you also."
"I'm not a baby. You need to rest, it's a good idea I walk with Finn. Besides, we live close to each other."
Bonnie hesitated for a moment, but then agreed. "Okay. But I'll see you tomorrow morning, alright, love?"
"Alright, golden boy." With a smile on her face, Y/n gave her boyfriend a kiss that lasted a bit longer than she intended.
Finn cleared his throat again. "You'll see each other tomorrow, no need to be eating each other's faces."
Y/n said her final goodbye of the day to her boyfriend and then walked outside with her friend. Giving him a friendly bump to the arm, she asked, "Why have you been so stiff lately, Finn?"
The girl laughed, but her friend didn't seem to be in the right mood for jokes. He took a cigarette and put it between his lips, then lit it up.
"Why don't you see it?" Smoke left his mouth as he spoke.
"Why don't I see what?" Y/n was in a mood too good to notice there was something wrong with Finn. She hadn't noticed anything for the past few weeks.
He was disappointed. "Nothing..."
Finn took such a big inhale from his cigarette, that it made him choke and cough. The girl patted him on the back with a friendly laughter. As Finn fixed his posture and coughed for one last time, he offered his friend the cigarette.
"No, thank you." She refused. "I've stopped smoking 'cause Bonnie says-"
"This is what I'm talking about. Now you see what I meant? Bonnie does this, Bonnie says that. Bonnie, Bonnie, Bonnie. And where is there space for me?"
The words shoot out of Finn's mouth like bullets from a gun. He would never target Y/n with a real gun, but these bullets were meant to get into her brain. And maybe, hopefully, shoot some sense into it.
"Bonnie is my boyfriend, Finn, you can't blame me for hanging out with him or supporting him in his path."
"Do you hear yourself, Y/n?" The boy slightly raised his voice. "We've known him for the same amount of time, which is few weeks, and you speak of him like he's your husband."
"Don't raise your voice at me, Finn Shelby. We've known Bonnie for the same amount of time, yet you've always treated him like he's one of the Changrettas."
"Don't tell me when I can or cannot raise me voice. Are you surprised I treat him like this?!"
"Yeah, I am! He's on our side, Finn! You didn't even give him a chance!"
"No, I really mean, are you surpised?" He put emphasis on the last part of the question. "Lately you've been all over him! You barely spend time with me anymore."
"Once again, he's my boyfriend!"
"After a few weeks he's your boyfriend, huh? You've known me your whole life, but have you ever thought of me this way?"
Y/n opened her mouth, but no words came out. She didn't know what to say. Finn's eyes were piercing her. After a few seconds, she finally spoke. "What do you mean?"
"Exactly what you've heard. How can you have feelings for someone you've known few weeks, meanwhile you've known me your whole life!"
"Excuse me? Have you ever put any effort into actually telling me you like me more than a friend?! Of course besides trying to make me jealous by flirting with other girls in front of me..."
Now Finn was the speechless one. She was right, he did all this just to make her jealous. How would she know? And why didn't it work, why didn't it make her fall in love with him? Isaiah said girls love men who hit on many women. He said the more jealous you make her feel, the more she wants you.
"That's right, Finn," Y/n continued, "I knew you're doing it on purpose."
"So..." Finn wasn't even sure what he wanted to say. He felt lost in his own thoughts. "Does it mean you're using the same technique on me? With Bonnie?"
"Please," Y/n scoffed, "I had feelings for you, I truly did. But I lost them, 'cause you were messing around with others. Bonnie doesn't make me feel like I have to compete with other girls."
Finn wanted to say something. Perhaps apologize, but it was too late for this. Nothing was Bonnie's fault, he didn't do anything. If Finn wasn't so stupid and didn't listen to Isaiah's advice, him and Y/n could've been something more by now.
They never stopped walking, so now they were almost by the door of Finn's home. By the time he found any words, they have reached the door.
"What now?" The boy asked, making Y/n scoff again.
"How about we keep things how they were before this conversation, except from now on you will tolerate my boyfriend and be nice to him?"
"But he-"
"No, I don't even wanna hear it. It were you and your actions that made me lose any romantic interest I had in you, Finn."
"That's not fair!"
"That's what you get for listening to Isaiah instead of using your own brain. Seems very fair to me."
Suddenly, the door of the flat opened and they saw Polly. She looked at them and raised her eyebrows. "Why are you chit-chatting outside? Come in, I'll make you some tea."
Y/n sent the woman a kind look. "Thank you, Mrs. Gray, but I was just about to go home. Actually, my dad called Tommy and Tommy told Finn to go get me, 'cause it was so late and-" She started babbling. It felt so weird to say no to tea offered by Polly, but Y/n stayed as polite as she could.
"No worries, Y/n," the woman smiled, "where were you so late in the evening?
Polly was curious, but she didn't want to pressure Y/n into answering. And Y/n didn't want to give her the honest answer. She knew what Polly thought of the Golds. Even if they were now working with them, Polly, and a few others, still saw them as savages.
"I was at the stables," Y/n said according to the excuse Finn told her.
"Yes, she was..." Finn added to purposely make her excuse sound less believable.
There wasn't a thing you could hide from Polly Gray. Even without what Finn said, she knew Y/n wasn't telling her the truth. She could sense it.
"Alright, you should head home then. You must be very tired." But who was she to force Y/n to spit out the truth? The girl had her own family to lie to. Whether they found out, was not Polly's business nor problem, as long as Y/n was safe. And the woman knew she was.
"Goodnight, Mrs. Gray, I'd love to come for tea another time," Y/n gave Polly one of her nicest smiles, "bye, Finn," and a pretty much emotionless bye to Finn.
Polly and Finn watched Y/n walk away. She did live nearby, a few flats away and was home in seconds.
"Whatever you've done to her, Finn, I hope you apologized. Or plan to do it."
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Dating Bonnie Gold would include:
In one word, I'd say - exciting. He's very passionate, he likes to have fun, He loves to joke around, and likes to test the limits of your patience. His personality is a mixture of sweetness and feistiness, and he's always willing to try new things. My only requirement to date me: you can't break my heart.
He's a bit protective and possessive in relationships, but he tries not to be too clingy. He likes to have his own space and time to himself, but he also wants to make sure you spend enough time together. He's not really into drama or playing games, so he's pretty straightforward when it comes to relationships. He believes in honesty, trust, and communication.
Dating him means being with someone who is open, honest, and loving. He'll always be there when you need him, and he'll do everything he can to make you happy. You can expect loyalty and commitment from me, along with plenty of laughs and adventures. he loves having fun, and he'll always keep things interesting. He doesn't take life too seriously, and he knows how to enjoy the little things.
He appreciates the finer things in life, so he'll treat you like the king/queen you are and shower you with gifts and surprises. He's a good listener and he's always willing to talk about your day, whether it was good or bad. Dating him also means being a part of his world. His family is very important to him, so you should expect to get to know them too.
A relationship with him means that you'll have someone who will always have your back, no matter what. He's that shoulder to cry on, that listening ear, that hand to hold, and that person you can count on when things get tough. Dating him means that you can count on him to be there for you through the ups and downs of life.
His work with the Peaky Blinders definitely affects the relationship. It's a dangerous and volatile business, and he often has to balance the demands of his job with the needs you also have. It's not always easy, but he tries to ensure that you feel supported and understood.
He wouldn't expect you to come to every fight, but he would definitely want you there for the biggest moments in his boxing career, when he's not training or fighting, having your support and encouragement means a lot to him. Having you in his corner is a big blessing to him.
He tries to be empathetic and reassuring, and he tries to create an open dialogue so that you can communicate about any issues that may arise. If the jealousy becomes excessive or possessive, then it's time for a more serious conversation about boundaries and expectations.
He's a very affectionate person and he loves showing you affection, whether that's verbal or physical. He likes making sure you know how he feels and he likes making you feel loved and appreciated. It's also important for him to receive affection from you because it's a way of expressing how you feel about him and your relationship.
He's a big fan of dates. He likes to come up with creative and unique ideas for dates and make them memorable. He likes to plan ahead but also likes to be spontaneous and let the night take you wherever it may be. He does try to put a lot of thought and effort into making your dates special.
He's also very protective of you. He'll always do what he can to keep you safe, whether it's from other people or dangerous situations. He's proud of his strength and his ability to stand up for himself and those he loves.
In addition to the demands of his work, he also has to consider the dynamics of being a Gypsy boy. He grew up in a world of violence and crime, and he has a deep-rooted connection to his culture and heritage. That connection can sometimes be tricky to balance with the more conventional lifestyle that you may live. He's aware and respectful of the differences between your backgrounds, and he tries to find ways to incorporate both into your relationship in a positive way.
This comes with its own set of challenges when it comes to a romantic relationship. Gypsy culture is known for its strong sense of family and the importance of tradition. In addition to that, there's also the stereotype that Gypsy men are not faithful or committed in their relationships. He's aware of these stereotypes and aims to challenge and disprove them making it clear you're the only one for him.
He's a very independent and self-sufficient person. He has his own goals and aspirations, and he doesn't depend on anyone else to meet his needs. He's strong-willed and passionate, and he doesn't let anything hold him back. Though he may appear hard on the outside, he's actually quite soft on the inside, and he has a vulnerable side that he reserves for those he loves.
He is very open-minded and versatile. He's a very social person and enjoys meeting new people and exploring different cultures. It's important to him to be accepting and open-hearted, and he's willing to try new things and step out of his comfort zone.
Dating him means experiencing the most intense and thrilling relationship you could ever imagine. He's a passionate, determined, and independent soul, and he brings out the best in everyone around him. He's not afraid of a challenge, and always pushes himself to better himself. He's loyal, trustworthy, and always there for those he loves. He's a spark of energy that ignites the fire within you.
His family is very protective of him and it's important to them that they like and get along with the person he's dating. He's very close with his family, so he cares a lot about their opinions. They can be daunting at times.
Marriage is definitely something he sees in his future. He's like a hopeless rom-com romantic, after all, and the thought of growing old with the person he loves is very appealing to him. He may not be the most traditional person, but he believes in commitment and he's ready to make the ultimate commitment. That's not to say that he's in a rush to get married-- He needs that special spark to make it last forever.
On the topic of children, he does want to have them one day. Having a family with you is a dream of his. He knows you both have plenty of time to start a family, but he knows that he can provide a loving, safe, and nurturing environment for the children. He's not sure exactly how many he wants, but there's nothing wrong with waiting.
Finally, I'd like to end by saying that he's far from a perfect person. He's flawed and makes mistakes, but I think that's what makes him real. He's not afraid to show his vulnerability and open up to the people he really trusts. He's willing to learn and grow, and he's always looking to improve himself. If you're looking for someone who's open-minded, independent, and true to himself, then he may just be the one for you.
He really enjoys intimacy and emotional connections with you. He is a very caring and sensitive person and appreciates feeling close to someone in a deeper way than just physically. He's also a very affectionate person and loves showing his love and appreciation through physical closeness.
He also enjoys various forms of pain play, such as inflicting or receiving pain as part of your play. The rush of adrenaline and the release of endorphins can be very pleasurable and satisfying. He's particularly fond of certain types of pain, like sharp or burning sensations, which can really get his motor running.
He enjoys some lighter forms of play, like gentle care and affection. He loves being told that he's loved and cherished and finds it very healing to be comforted and supported by you.
Activities like cuddling, kissing, and roleplay scenarios. Cuddling with you after a long day of work or a particularly intense session of play is a great way for him to show you how much he cares about you and how much he enjoys being close to you.
Foreplay is also essential for him â He loves taking his time building up anticipation and excitement before finally diving into full-on intercourse or other forms of sexual activity.
He loves teasing you by running his fingers lightly over your skin, whispering naughty comments in your ear, or leaving you hanging on the edge of orgasm for extended periods without letting you climax.
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Shelby Sister- Bonnie Gold
Trigger warning- talk about throwing up and pregnancy stuff
Loosing John was hard for the whole Shelby family, but specially Johns twin YN. She felt like a part of her died along side her brother. No Shelby funeral would go smoothly, so when YN heard gun shots she wasn't surprised. However she was surprised by the men behind the gun shots, specifically one man in particular. His name Bonnie Gold. He rode on horse back that day, eyes locking one another and from that moment on YN and Bonnie were infatuated with one another. He helped her through the grieving process. Of course YNs brothers weren't to happy about the developing relationship, but they also knew they couldn't control their sister.
Bonnie wakes up to a cold bed and the sound of retching. Sitting up he wipes the sleep from his eyes and looks around his eyes finally land on his girlfriend who's throwing up in to a bucket
"Love?"
"I'm fine" YN breathes out but then gags once again. Bonnie gets out on their shared bed and holds YNs hair back while rubbing her back "this baby best come out looking like me after all of this" YN jokes making Bonnie laugh
"Do you think your finished?" Bonnie asks and YN nods her head in response "ok I'll deal with this and you get back into bed"
"You don't have to"
"Of course I do. Go on get into bed and I'll heat up some tea" YN knows there is no point in arguing with her boyfriend so just heads back into bed.
Not to much later Bonnie returns holding a cup of hot tea. Sitting up YN takes it from Bonnie and hums at the warmth in her hands
"I've put in some mint leaves and washed some for you to chew on. I've been told it helps with the sickness"
"Thank you" YN sighs smiling at how caring her boyfriend is, how did she get so lucky?
Once YN finishes her drink she settles back down in bed, yawning as she does so. Knowing YN needs sleep, but can't without his arm around her he also settles down next to her. He wraps his arm around her waist, rubbing his thumb on her stomach even though there is no bump there yet.
When YN wakes again she smells something so amazing it makes her stomach growl. Getting out of bed she gets dressed and then walks out to the rest of the camp. Scanning around she finds Bonnie cooking something over the fire
"Morning YN" Bonnies father greets
"Morning Aberama"
"How are you feeling this morning?"
"Very sick when I first woke. Im feeling much better now though"
"Good. You best go grab some breakfast, don't want my grandchild to get hungry" just then YNs stomach growls
"I think they're already hungry" YN laughs
"Off you go then" YN walks over to Bonnie. Just as she sits down the sound of hooves can be heard coming closer. Bonnie protectively stands up in front of YN, but calms once he realises it's YNs brothers. Stopping in the camp Tommy gets off his horse, Arthur and Finn following behind
"Your just in time for breakfast. Would you like some?" Tommy passes because, well it's Tommy he barley eats anything. But of course Arthur and Finn join around the fire for some food
"So what are you doing here?" YN asks tucking into some eggs
"Just wanted to check on you" Finn shrugs
"Wanted to check to see if Bonnie and I got married in secret because I'm with child?" YN raises her eyebrows looking at Tommy
"I told you I would pay for everything"
"And I told you that Bonnie and I don't need to get married. It's just a piece of paper to say that I belong to Bonnie Gold. I don't belong to anyone other than myself"
"And don't we know it" Arthur mutters causing YN to throw some bread at him. Bonnie smiles watching the Shelby siblings interact with one another, hoping that his and YNs children will have the same kind of relationship and love for each other.
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(Someone please write this!!)
This is an idea where Y/n is Thomas Shelbyâs daughter AND Luca Changrettaâs niece AND is in love with Bonnie Gold:
Omg imagine Tommy Shelby met an American woman before the war and they fell in love and then when Tommy went to the war, her parents took her back to America and she gave birth to their daughter, Y/n. Tommy thought that the both of them had died, but they hadnât. When Y/n was a teenager, her uncle, who happens to be plot twist⊠Luca, takes her in after her Mom died. Now sheâs in her 20s (sheâs not involved in any crime and doesnât know about any of her families criminal activities, on either side) and she really wants to know who her dad is so she sneaks out and travels to England where she meets her Dad, Thomas Shelby! Tommy did not know that the woman he fell in love with so long ago was Lucaâs younger sister. Y/n and Tommy get really close and he loves his daughter more than anything and is super protective. And all of the Shelbyâs absolute love and protect her! And imagine she falls in love with Bonnie!! And when Tommy finds out sheâs Lucaâs niece heâd be shook, and heâd be shook to walk in on Bonnie kissing his daughter (heâd lose his mind lmao), so basically Y/n United 3 crime families, Shelby, Gold, and Changretta lol, so no wars between them!! Y/n doesnât like violence and is really sweet and innocent and everyone just really loves herđ„č
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Peaky Blinders Fanfiction-Short Series and One Shots
Please be aware that this masterlist includes themes that may be triggering. Refer to my pinned list for possible triggers. MDNI. 18+ only. Will be updated as time goes by.
His Beautiful(smut)
Beg for It(Smut)
The Nanny Conundrum(Smut)
Forgive Me(Smut)
Don't Think I Won't(Smut)
Stay Out of Pubs
The Maid
The Storm that Heals Us
Quick Shot (Smut)
Is This the Moment We Kiss?
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[1929] The Iron Forge, Birmingham.
Bonnie Gold should not have been boxing in an illegal, underground fight club, and Lydia Shelby certainly should not have been there watching.
[Part of The Lydia Saga]
The late afternoon sun dipped low in the sky, casting a warm, golden hue that enveloped the sprawling estate of Arrow House in a soft, glowing embrace. The light filtered through the grand windows, painting the room with a gentle amber wash that danced across the polished wooden walls. Inside, the air was thick with the familiar scents of smoke and whiskey, mingling with the faint, comforting aroma of freshly brewed tea that wafted from the expansive kitchen.
Lydia Shelby stood in her elegantly appointed room, a sanctuary that offered a respite from the grandeur of their surroundings. She faced a large, ornate mirror, its edges gilded and reflecting an old-world charm befitting the opulence of Arrow House. With careful precision, she pinned a stray lock of her long, dark hair back into place. Her blue eyes, striking and intense, reflected back at her, revealing a spark of excitement as she prepared for an evening out with her friends. She wore a simple yet elegant dress that flowed around her with a grace that belied its simplicity, its deep emerald hue enhancing the brilliance of her eyes. As she fastened a silver locket around her neck, the door creaked open, its sound a familiar intrusion in the quiet.
Tommy Shelby, her older brother, stepped into the doorway, his presence as commanding as ever. He leaned casually against the doorframe, arms crossed, his posture a mix of authority and familial care. âGoing out, are we?â he asked, his voice a deep, steady rumble that filled the room.
Lydia turned to face him, a gentle smile tugging at her lips, a blend of affection and amusement. âYes, I'm going to the pictures with Anna and Stanley,â she replied, her voice carrying a youthful lilt.
Tommy studied her for a moment, his gaze a mixture of protectiveness and respect for her independence. âBe back by nine, Lydia. You know how things can get after dark,â he advised, his tone firm yet caring.
She met his gaze, her eyes a blend of affection and a hint of defiance, a testament to her Shelby spirit. âI can handle myself, Tommy,â she assured him, her voice steady and confident.
A smirk played on his lips, a spark of pride lighting his eyes. âIâve no doubt about that,â he remarked, a hint of teasing in his tone. There was a brief pause, and Tommy walked over to her, placing a tender kiss to the top of her head. âBut still, be careful.â
Lydia placed a reassuring hand on his arm, a gesture of both affection and promise. âI will. And I promise Iâll be back by nine,â she vowed, her voice carrying the weight of sincerity.
With a slight nod, Tommy stepped aside, granting her passage with a simple yet profound gesture. âHave fun,â he said.Â
The lively streets of Birmingham thrummed with life, a vibrant tapestry of sounds and sights that enveloped Lydia as she made her way toward the meeting spot. The chatter of passersby mingled with the occasional clang of industry, creating a symphony that was uniquely Birmingham. The air was crisp, carrying with it the subtle promise of a cool evening, and the bustling energy of the city seemed to breathe life into Lydia's steps, quickening her pace with an unspoken anticipation.
As she turned onto a quieter street, the noise of the city softened, and she spotted her friends gathered beneath the flickering glow of a gas lamp outside the local confectionery shop. The lamp cast a warm, welcoming circle of light on the pavement, highlighting her friends' familiar figures against the encroaching dusk.
Anna was the first to notice Lydia's approach. Her face lit up with a bright smile that seemed to mirror the lamp's glow. Petite and lively, Anna's curly auburn hair bounced with each enthusiastic nod, her eyes twinkling with their usual mischief. Beside her stood Stanley, a lanky boy with a mop of sandy hair, whose easygoing nature was evident in his relaxed posture. His hands were casually stuffed into the pockets of his tweed jacket as he leaned against the lamppost, exuding a laid-back charm.
âThere you are, Lydia!â Anna called out, her voice bubbling with excitement as she hurried over to greet her friend with a quick, warm embrace. âWe were beginning to think youâd changed your mind.â
âNot at all,â Lydia laughed, returning the hug with equal warmth. âIâve been looking forward to this all week.â
Stanley chimed in with a nod, his grin broadening at the sight of their reunited trio. âItâs not often weâre all actually free to meet up,â he remarked, his tone light and cheerful. âBut, speaking of plans, Annaâs got a new idea.â
Anna's eyes sparkled with an infectious excitement as she gestured for Lydia and Stanley to huddle closer. Her voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper, adding an edge of intrigue to her words. âI heard thereâs a big boxing match at a new place that just opened in Digbeth tonight,â she revealed, her enthusiasm almost palpable. âThey say itâs something you donât want to miss.â
Lydia hesitated, her gaze shifting between her friends as she weighed the proposal. âA boxing match? I donât know, Anna. You know my brothers wouldnât be too thrilled about me going anywhere like that alone,â she admitted, her voice tinged with uncertainty.
âOh, come on, Lydia,â Anna coaxed, her tone playful and persuasive. âItâs just for a little while. We can still catch the late showing at the pictures afterward. Besides, you're not alone. Stanley and I will be there too.â
Sensing Lydiaâs reluctance, Stanley joined in, his voice gentle yet encouraging. âIt could be fun, Lydia. Something different, you know? Weâll stick together, and if it feels off, weâll leave straight away.â
Lydia bit her lip, her mind a whirlwind of thoughts. She was all too familiar with Tommyâs protective nature, and the idea of defying his wishes caused a ripple of unease. Yet, the allure of adventure and the eager, hopeful faces of her friends tugged insistently at her curiosity. The Shelby spark within her stirred, whispering that sometimes, rules were meant to be bent, if not broken.
âAlright,â Lydia finally agreed, a trace of exhilaration creeping into her voice. âBut just for a little while. And if anything feels wrong, we leave, agreed?â
Anna clapped her hands together in delight, her face a portrait of triumph, while Stanley gave a decisive nod. âAgreed!â they both echoed.
The trio navigated the intricate streets of Birmingham, their destination a nondescript building sandwiched between a butcherâs shop and an old cobblerâs. Above the entrance, a faded sign read âThe Iron Forge,â its letters barely discernible in the dim glow of the early evening. At the threshold, Lydia paused, her instincts tingling with caution, but Anna and Stanley moved ahead, driven by palpable excitement.
Inside, a narrow corridor greeted them, leading to a steep staircase spiralling down into the building's depths. The walls, clad in peeling wallpaper, seemed to close in as they descended, and the air grew denser, more oppressive. Muffled voices and distant cheers reverberated through the walls, growing clearer with each step downward.
At the bottom, they entered a vast basement, the atmosphere alive with an electric mix of anticipation and rebellion. The room was bathed in dim light, flickering lanterns casting eery shadows, while cigarette embers punctuated the darkness. The mingling scents of sweat, smoke, and alcohol formed an intoxicating haze that clung to the air.
The space teemed with a diverse crowdâmen and women clustered around rough wooden tables, deep in animated conversations or engrossed in games of chance. In one corner, a group exchanged money, whispering amongst themselves, their eyes darting nervously across the room.
Dominating the centre was a makeshift boxing ring, outlined by a simple rope, where two fighters squared off, their fists wrapped and ready. The crowd pressed close, eager faces illuminated by the dim glow, their shouts and cheers bouncing off the low ceiling.
Lydiaâs unease intensified as she absorbed the scene. It was immediately evident that The Iron Forge was no ordinary venue; it was an illegal fight club, operating in secret beyond the reach of the law. The air thrummed with a dangerous energy, and despite no overt attention, Lydia felt the weight of invisible eyes upon her. What she knew for certain was that The Iron Forge lay outside the radar of the Peaky Blinders, offering her and her friends no protection.
âI donât like this,â Lydia murmured, leaning into Anna and Stanley. Her instincts screamed to retreat, to climb the stairs back into the safety of the streets above.
Anna, undeterred, scanned the room for a vantage point. âLook, thereâs a spot over there,â she said, pointing to a small clearing near the ring's edge. âWeâll have a great view.â
Stanley nodded, slipping his arm around Lydia's shoulder to reassure her. âCome on, Lydia. Itâll be fine. Weâll watch one match, and then we can go.â
Lydia hesitated, her heart a drumbeat in her chest. Yet, the thrill in her friends' eyes was infectious, and she found herself, against her better judgement, trailing behind them as they weaved through the horde of spectators.
Settling into their chosen spot, Lydia tried to quell her unease, directing her attention to the rhythmic chants of the crowd and the raw energy radiating from the fighters preparing to clash. Despite her better judgement, a part of her was captivated by the spectacle, the thrill of the forbidden mingling with her nerves. She recalled the matches Tommy had taken her to over the yearsâevents of glamour and prestige, yet the visceral excitement they stirred was undeniably present here too.
The noise within The Iron Forge reached a crescendo as the announcer took centre stage, a rotund man whose booming voice sliced through the noise. His waistcoat strained against his ample frame, and his presence demanded the immediate attention of the restless crowd.
âLadies and gentlemen!â he bellowed, his voice reverberating off the walls. âWelcome to tonightâs main event at The Iron Forge! We have a treat for you this eveningâa clash of titans, a battle of skill and strength!â
The crowd responded with a raucous cheer, their anticipation electric. Lydia leaned forward, her initial apprehension momentarily overshadowed by curiosity. The atmosphere was infectious, and her heart raced as the announcer continued.
âOur first contender, hailing from the mean streets of Liverpool, is the reigning champion of the docks, known for his ferocity and unmatched powerâgive it up for âIronâ Jack Callahan!â
The crowd erupted in applause and whistles as a burly man entered the ring, his physique imposing and his expression one of grim determination. Jack acknowledged the crowd with raised fists, a confident smirk playing on his lips as he soaked in their adulation.
âAnd his challenger,â the announcer went on, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial tone, âa young upstart from the Romani camps, known for his speed and resilience, but considered the underdog tonightâletâs hear it for Bonnie Gold!â
Lydiaâs heart skipped a beat, her eyes widening in recognition. Bonnie Gold, son of Aberama Gold, was a familiar face, renowned for his prowess in the ring and the close ties his family had with the Shelbys. Her mind raced with worry; if Aberama was there, word could easily reach Tommy that she had ventured here. But as her gaze swept the room, she saw no sign of Aberama. Bonnie appeared to be alone, his focus solely on the impending fight.
The crowdâs reaction was mixedâsome jeered, while others cheered, the odds clearly stacked against the young fighter. Yet Bonnie, undeterred, stepped into the ring with quiet confidence, his eyes briefly scanning the audience before locking onto his opponent.
The bell rang, slicing through the uproar of the crowd, and the match was underway. Jack lunged forward with a powerful jab, his movements heavy but precise, each swing a testament to his brute strength. Bonnie, in stark contrast, danced away, his footwork light and agile, narrowly avoiding the oncoming barrage. The juxtaposition between the fighters was strikingâJackâs raw power clashing against Bonnieâs speed and dexterity.
Lydia leaned in, her earlier anxiety dissipating as the fight unfolded with mesmerising intensity. Bonnie ducked and weaved, his movements fluid and calculated, each dodge and parry executed with precision. When he found an opening, his fists struck with unexpected power. Jack, growing frustrated, pressed harder, his swings becoming more aggressive, his intention clear as he attempted to corner the nimble challenger.
The crowd roared with each exchange, their shouts and cheers forming a chaotic symphony that reverberated through the room. Lydia found herself swept up in the spectacle, her reservations fading as she witnessed Bonnieâs skill and tenacity. The fight was an intricate dance, each movement a calculated risk, each blow proof of the fighters' endurance and strategic ability.
As the rounds progressed, it became clear that Bonnie was no mere underdog. His endurance and strategic capability began to unravel Jackâs defences, his strikes landing with increasing frequency and precision. The crowdâs mood shifted, a growing tide of support building for the young fighterâs unexpected display of strength and resilience. Whispers of admiration and surprise passed through the throng, their initial scepticism giving way to genuine excitement.
In the final round, both fighters were visibly exhausted, their bodies glistening with sweat under the dim lights. Yet, Bonnie seized his moment with the tenacity of a seasoned fighter. With a swift combination of punches, he broke through Jackâs guard, each strike landing with a force that echoed through the room. The decisive blow sent Jack stumbling back against the ropes, a look of disbelief etched on his face as he struggled to regain his footing.
The crowd erupted into a frenzy of cheers and applause as Jack slumped to the ground, unable to rise before the refereeâs count reached ten. Bonnie stood victorious in the ring, his chest heaving with exertion but his face alight with triumph. Lydia joined in the applause, a smile breaking across her face despite herself, the thrill of the fight leaving her breathless and exhilarated.
The elation of Bonnie Goldâs unexpected victory had scarcely settled when the atmosphere in The Iron Forge took a sudden and dangerous turn. The air, charged with excitement moments before, thickened with tension as a group of men, their faces flushed with alcohol and anger, pushed their way through the crowd. Their voices rose in a drunken chorus of outrage, their movements erratic and volatile.
âItâs a fix!â one of them shouted, his words slurred yet his intent unmistakable. âWeâve been swindled!â
The men, clearly having wagered heavily on âHammerâ Harris and now facing significant losses, quickly became aggressive. Their fury escalated into violence, fists flying indiscriminately as they accused anyone within reach of being part of the imagined conspiracy. What had been a celebratory atmosphere turned chaotic as the crowd erupted in panic, people scrambling to avoid the brewing brawl.
Lydia, momentarily disoriented by the sudden shift, felt herself jostled by the frantic movement around her. Her heart raced as she searched for Anna and Stanley, but in the crush of bodies, they were swept away in opposite directions. Panic flared in her chest, her mind reeling with the fear of being isolated in the chaos.
Suddenly, a sharp blow struck the side of her head, sending the world tilting dangerously. She stumbled and fell to the ground, the cacophony of the brawl overwhelming her senses. Her vision swam as she struggled to regain her bearings, desperately trying to avoid the trampling feet of the panicked crowd.
Fear surged through her, a moment of helplessness threatening to consume her as she lay vulnerable amidst the turmoil. Just as despair began to take hold, a strong arm reached down, pulling her up with surprising strength and urgency.
âGot you, Miss Shelby,â a familiar voice said, calm and steady despite the chaos. Lydia blinked, her disorientation fading as she realised it was Bonnie Gold who had come to her rescue. His eyes, sharp and focused, provided a beacon of stability amidst the chaos.
Without hesitation, Bonnie positioned himself defensively at her side, his fists ready to fend off any threats as he guided her through the scrap. His movements were fluid and precise and he deflected blows and cleared a path with swift, decisive motions. His presence was commanding and reassuring. Lydia clung to his arm, her fear tempered by the knowledge that she was in capable hands. Bonnie didnât allow a single person to lay a finger on her, his rough hands shoving back anyone who dared approach, whether intentional or not.
The noise and confusion seemed to fade into the background as they moved, Bonnieâs focus unwavering as he shielded Lydia from harm. His reputation as a skilled fighter was evident in every movement, and Lydia felt a surge of gratitude for his timely intervention.
When they reached the edge of the crowd, emerging into a quieter corner of the basement where the chaos had not yet reached, Bonnie paused to ensure that Lydia was steady on her feet. His gaze was assessing, scanning her for any signs of injury.
âAre you alright?â he asked, his voice carrying a note of genuine concern.
Lydia nodded, still catching her breath, the adrenaline of the moment making her heart race. âThank you, Bonnie,â she managed to say, her voice filled with relief. âI donât know what I would have done without you.â
Bonnie gave a faint smile, a hint of amusement in his eyes despite the seriousness of the situation. âCouldnât leave a lady behind in a mess like that,â he replied simply, his demeanour as calm as ever, âMuch less a Shelby.â
As Lydia steadied herself, the distant echoes of the brawl continued to reverberate through the basement, a harsh reminder of the chaos they had narrowly escaped. Her eyes scanned the crowd anxiously, searching for any sign of Anna and Stanley, hoping they had managed to avoid the worst of the turmoil. Just then, familiar voices pierced through the clamour, offering a glimmer of relief.
âLydia!â Anna called, her voice tinged with urgency as she and Stanley pushed their way toward them. The worry etched into their expressions was palpable as they reached her side, their relief evident.
Bonnie, ever vigilant, instinctively shifted his stance, positioning himself protectively between Lydia and the approaching figures. His eyes narrowed slightly, assessing the newcomers with the readiness of a seasoned fighter prepared to defend if necessary.
âItâs okay, Bonnie,â Lydia said quickly, placing a reassuring hand on his arm. âTheyâre my friends.â
Bonnie relaxed, stepping aside but maintaining a watchful eye on the surroundings. Anna and Stanley looked at Lydia, their expressions a mixture of concern and relief.
âAre you alright?â Stanley asked, his eyes scanning her for any signs of injury, his voice laced with worry.
âIâm okay,â Lydia replied, though she could still feel the lingering dizziness from the blow to her head. âBonnie helped me out of the chaos.â
Anna nodded gratefully at Bonnie, her gratitude evident in her voice. âThank you for helping her,â she said sincerely.
Bonnie nodded in acknowledgment, his manner calm and composed. âItâs no trouble. Really.â
As the adrenaline of the moment began to wane, Lydia felt her legs sway slightly, the room spinning ever so subtly. Anna noticed immediately, concern creasing her brow. âLydia, you donât look so good. Maybe we should get you home.â
Lydia nodded, but her legs felt unsteady beneath her, the ground seeming to shift. âI just need a minute,â she admitted, leaning back against the wall for support, her breath coming in slow, measured intervals.
Bonnie, observing her condition with quiet attentiveness, stepped forward. âIf youâre not ready to leave just yet, I can stay with you until you feel better,â he offered, his voice steady and reassuring. He turned to Lydiaâs friends, adding, âIâll make sure she gets home alright.â
Anna and Stanley exchanged a glance, relief evident in their eyes at the offer. âThat might be best,â Stanley said, his tone grateful. âIf youâre sure?â
Lydia nodded, appreciating their concern. âYes, Iâll be alright. Thank you,â she said to her friends, then turned to Bonnie. âI really appreciate this.â
âItâs no problem,â Bonnie replied with a reassuring smile, his warmth cutting through the lingering tension. âYour family has saved me from a few rough spots before. Itâs the least I can do.â
As Anna and Stanley headed cautiously towards the exit, casting worried glances back at Lydia, Bonnie stayed close to her, his presence a comforting anchor amidst the lingering tension. Lydia leaned against the wall, taking slow, deep breaths as she waited for the dizziness to pass. The chaos of the brawl began to subside, the noise in The Iron Forge shifting to something quieter, though a few rowdy patrons still lingered, their tempers not yet cooled. Bonnie kept a vigilant eye on the remaining troublemakers, wrapping a strong arm around Lydia's shoulders as he led her away from the main room. He guided her toward a small changing room at the back, a space offering a semblance of peace, and closed the door behind them.
The room was small and dimly lit, with walls that seemed to press inward, enclosing the space with a sense of intimacy. Metal lockers lined one side, their paint chipped and worn, while wooden benches stretched beneath them, offering a place for weary fighters to rest. The air was tinged with the scent of sweat and adrenaline.
Bonnie guided Lydia to one of the benches, his touch gentle but firm. As she settled, he crouched before her, his eyes scanning her face with genuine concern. "You alright now?" he asked, his voice low and soothing.
Lydia managed a small smile, the dizziness slowly ebbing away as she felt the warmth of his presence. "Getting there," she replied, her eyes meeting his with a hint of gratitude. She unconsciously leaned into his touch as he brushed a stray lock of hair from her face, the gesture both tender and grounding.
A playful light danced in Bonnie's eyes as he kept his hand steady for her, maintaining the contact. "You know, you shouldnât have been here tonight, Miss Shelby," he teased, a teasing lilt in his voice. "I doubt your family would be pleased to see you in a place like this."
Lydia raised an eyebrow, quick to return his banter. "With all due respect, Mr Gold, neither should you. Iâm sure your father wouldnât be thrilled about his son getting into such dangerous bouts."
Bonnie chuckled, the sound rich and genuine, filling the small room with warmth. "True enough," he conceded with a shrug. "But Iâve got my reasons."
Her curiosity piqued, Lydia straightened slightly. "And what might those reasons be?"
With a mischievous grin, Bonnie shifted to sit beside her, their shoulders brushing. "I like the fight. The rush of it. Plus, it pays well, and a bit of extra cash never hurt anyone."
As if on cue, the owner of The Iron Forge appeared in the doorway, a stack of winnings clutched in his hands. "Bonnie," he greeted with a nod, handing over the pile of cash. "Nice work tonight."
"Cheers," Bonnie replied, accepting the money with a nod of thanks. As the owner retreated, Bonnie turned back to Lydia, his expression softening. "See? Not a bad nightâs work."
Lydia laughed softly, shaking her head in amused disbelief. "Youâre incorrigible, you know that?"
"Maybe," Bonnie admitted, his grin widening. "But it keeps things interesting."
âAs interesting as two people in a place they both shouldnât be,â Lydia remarked with a playful glint in her eyes.
Bonnie gave Lydia a gentle nudge with his shoulder, his signature cocky smirk on his face. âAye, but I reckon secrets are best kept between us, Miss Shelby. Mumâs the word, if you play along,â he replied with a wink
Lydia nodded, winking back up at him. âOur little secret.â
In the quiet of the changing room, Bonnie's gaze turned serious as he looked at Lydia, concern woven into his features. "Letâs see if you can stand, yeah?" he suggested, offering a steadying hand.
Lydia hesitated briefly before accepting his help. As she rose, Bonnie remained close, his presence a reassuring anchor. "Howâs the head?" he inquired, his voice filled with genuine care.
"A bit better," Lydia admitted, though a trace of dizziness lingered. She leaned slightly into Bonnie's supportive touch, grateful for his steadiness.
They stood together, a charged silence enveloping them, a blend of relief and an unspoken connection forged amidst the evening's chaos. Bonnie's eyes held hers, his usual easygoing demeanour softened by the moment. "Iâm sorry this happened to you," he said softly.
Lydia's smile was small but sincere, touched by his concern. "Itâs not your fault," she replied, appreciating his sincerity. "Besides, Iâve got you to thank for not getting trampled."
Bonnie chuckled softly, his eyes warm with camaraderie. "Guess we make a good team, then."
The intimacy of their proximity contrasted sharply with the earlier chaos, offering a sense of calm. Bonnie kept a gentle hold on Lydia's arm, ready to steady her if needed. "Youâre tougher than you look, you know," he remarked, a playful glint returning to his eyes.
Lydia laughed, the sound a gentle echo in the small space. "Iâve had to be," she replied, meeting his gaze with a mixture of amusement and honesty. "Especially when I keep finding myself in places I probably shouldnât be."
Bonnie nodded, his expression teasing yet earnest. "Well, next time you decide to drop into a fight, give me a heads-up. Iâll save you a better seat."
Lydia nudged him lightly with her shoulder, their shared laughter a balm after the evening's tension.
"You really are alright?" he asked again, his voice softening, laced with lingering worry.
Lydia nodded, a warmth spreading through her at his care. "I am now," she said, her voice carrying a truth that resonated between them.
As their conversation began to wind down, Bonnie glanced toward the door, the noise from the main room now a distant hum, muted by the walls of the changing room. "Think youâre ready to head out?" he asked, his hand still resting lightly on Lydia's arm, offering support and reassurance.
Lydia nodded, feeling more grounded with each passing moment. "Yeah, I think I am," she replied, a grateful smile touching her lips.
Bonnie stood up and offered his arm, a gentlemanly gesture that made her smile widen. "Come on then, letâs get you home."
Together, they navigated their way out of the changing room, moving through what remained of the crowd that lingered in the hallways of The Iron Forge. Bonnie kept a protective eye on their surroundings, his senses attuned to any potential threats or disturbances. As they stepped into the cool evening air, Lydia took a deep breath, the fresh breeze a welcome change from the stuffy atmosphere of the club.
The walk was calm, the earlier tension dissipating as their laughter lingered in the air between them. Bonnie matched his pace to hers, their footsteps falling into an easy rhythm on the cobblestone path. "You know, this wasnât quite how I imagined spending my evening," he remarked with a playful grin.
Lydia smiled softly, glancing up at him with a teasing look. "And how did you imagine it?"
"Winning the fight, maybe a drink or two after," Bonnie confessed, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Didnât expect to be playing the hero."
"Well, Iâm glad you did," Lydia admitted, her voice soft but sincere. "Iâd have been in a lot more trouble without you."
Bonnie shrugged modestly, though a pleased smile played on his lips. "Anytime, Miss Shelby. Anytime."
As they approached the entrance to the grounds of Arrow House, a comfortable silence settled between them, the eveningâs events having forged an unexpected but welcome bond. Bonnie paused at the gate, offering a reassuring smile. "Well, here we are. You sure youâll be alright from here?"
Lydia nodded, appreciating his genuine concern. "Yes, Iâll be fine. Thank you for everything tonight, Bonnie."
He gave a small nod, the corners of his mouth lifting in a relaxed grin. "Anytime. Just try to stay out of trouble, alright?"
With a shared laugh, Lydia started up the long driveway and turned back to Bonnie, a streetlamp casting a warm glow over them. "Iâll do my best," she promised, her eyes meeting his with sincerity. "Goodnight, Bonnie."
"Goodnight, Lydia," he replied, his voice gentle. He turned and walked down the road, his figure gradually fading into the shadows.
Lydia watched him for a moment longer, feeling an unexpected warmth in her chest. Despite the chaos of the night, she felt a sense of peace knowing she had found a reliable ally in Bonnie Gold.
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The Big Fight (Part 2)
Pairing: Bonnie Gold x Y/N Warning: Smut, fluff, swearing Summary: It was the day after your found out your brother had been killed, and Bonnie tried to make you feel better in a special way.Â
It was the day after your brother had died, and Bonnie stayed with you the entire time. He woke up in the middle of the night when you woke up crying and you couldnât be more grateful for him because he did that for you, even thought you barely knew each other. You woke up finally in the morning around 10 am. You felt as if you slept on something hard. You opened your eyes to see a naked chest under your head. Knowing it was Bonnie, you sat up slowly seeing him sleeping soundly. You turned in the bed and put your feet on the cold ground, trying to be as quiet as you could be not to wake him knowing he was up very late with you. You stood up and adjusted youâd night gown as your crossed the room to go into the bathroom.Â
âHey, you okay?â You heard and groggy Bonnie behind you. You turned to see him sitting up in your bed rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.Â
âYeah, yeah Iâm fine. Go back to sleep. You were up late.â You told him.Â
âNo, Iâm okay I got plenty of sleep.â He said getting out of your bed only wearing his pants.Â
âYou were sweating last night so I took my shirt off to make you more comfortable.â He said looking down at his body.Â
âThank you.â You said to him with a small smile.
âWell go ahead and get ready I have something planned for us today.â He said grabbing his shirt and putting it on.Â
âBonnie, Iâm really not in the mood for anything, besides laying in my bed.â You told him.Â
âCome on, love. Itâs nothing big, just trust me. Let me help you.â He said closing the gap between the two of you.Â
âFine.â You said rolling your eyes and going to your closet to get clothes. You grabbed your favorite cozy button down, along with a cozy pair of pants. You went to the bathroom, and changed.Â
âThis good enough?â You asked Bonnie walking out in the attire you really didnât try with.Â
âPerfect.â He said with a smile. He grabbed your jacket off the back of your door and held it open to help it onto you. You walked to him and put your hands in either arm holes.Â
âAlright, letâs go.â He said taking your hand and leading you out your bedroom door then to the front door.Â
âWhere are you two going?â You heard Polly say from behind you, sitting at the table with Tommy.Â
âIâm taking her out to hopefully Chee her up a bit, Miss. Grey.â Bonnie said turning around.Â
âYou got a gun, son?â Tommy asked standing and walking closer to you two.Â
âYes, Mr. Shelby. She will be safe. I promise you that.â He said.Â
âGood, watch for Italians.â He said.Â
âTom, Iâm also a Shelby, Remember that.â You said before walking out if the house. Bonnie followed behind you, he walked passed you to open the door to the car for you and then went around the get into the driver seats. He started the car and drove away.Â
âBonnie, Where are we going?â You asked about 20 minutes into your drive. You were now in the fields, just trees and fields all around you.Â
âWe are almost there. Just hang on a bit longer.â He told you with a smile. You rolled your eyes and looked back out the window, taking in the view of just calmness. Way different then small heath, and London. All of sudden you turned off of the road you have been on for what felt like hours.Â
âWe are here.â He said with a smile on his face as he parked on the dirt road. You looked out the window and saw a carriage with, a horse. Something you missed from your childhood. You smiled at Bonnie and jumped out of the car so fast.Â
âYou did this? For me?â You asked rounding the car to look at him .
âOf course I know how gypsies are, and I know what helps them. You need to travel. Itâll help you.â You smiled jumping into his arms and hugging his so tight. After a moment of that, you jumped down.Â
âThank you.â You said smiling up at him.Â
âAnytime, love.â He said with a smile.Â
âWell should we go?â He asked as you just stood there. You just smiled and ran to the carriage and the horse caught your eye. Beautiful black horse, huge hooves and beautiful hair. You went over and pet it down its back.Â
âItâs Tommyâs. He let me take her today.â Bonnie said walking up to you. Well, now you feel like an asshole the way you talked to him before you left. Youâre brother actually cared how you were feeling. You two got into the carriage, Bonnie took the reins and you two were off.Â
âSo where are we going?â You asked looking over at himÂ
âIts a surprise.â He said with a little giggle at the end. You rolled your eyes and averted your eyes back to the forrest that you rode through. Taking in the beautiful scenery, and remember back to when you were a kid, your brothers all beside you, in the carriage. Before you knew it, the bouncing of the carriage, and the clacking of the horses hooves, soothed you to sleep. About 20 minutes later you felt the carriage come to a halt waking you from your nap. You were leaning up against Bonnie as you awake.Â
âSorry, I donât know how I fell asleep.â You told him sitting up and stretching.Â
âIts no problem. It would put me to sleep to if I hadnât been on the road as long as you have been.â He said setting the reins down. You looked around and you were in a big field, that had a river running through it. You were posted up right in front of the river. You heard the water splashing up against the walls of the river and the current quickly moving.Â
âGosh, did I miss this.â You said getting out of the carriage and breathing deeply the open, clean air.Â
âIt looks good on you.â He said looking over at you as you went to pet the horse that pulled you two to the beautiful destination.Â
âWhat does?â You said smiling but not taking your eyes away from the beautiful beast in front of you.Â
âThis destination. The traveling. The calmness it brings you.â Bonnie said walking up behind you and petting the main of the horse. You smiled as your turned around to look at him.Â
âWell, itâs because of you Iâm able to do this today.â You said smiling up at him not much space between the two of you.
âWell, I like you y/n. I don like you seeing upset, and I know as a gypsy that hasnât been on the road in a long time, that could help me through hard times.â He said placing this had on your cheek and rubbing it softly with his touch hands. You closed your eyes relaxing into his hand.Â
âThank you, Bonnie.â You said opening your eyes again slowly, even closer to him than before.Â
âAnytime, anywhere, love.â He said before he placed a kiss on your lips. As he started to pull away, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulling him into the kiss again, deepening it. As panting started between the two of you trying to gasp for air between kisses. He took your legs and wrapped them around him and began carrying you. He set you on the opening of the back of the carriage and not detaching his lips from yours. You pulled his jacket off of him and threw it on the ground behind him along with his hat. You moved back further into the carriage to allow him to get in. He hoped up into it, and crawled over to you.Â
âYou sure you want to do this?â Bonnie asked inches from your face.Â
âIâm very, very sure.â You said with a smile. He smiled back at you and quickly helped you out of your jacket. You grabbed ahold of his suspenders of took them off his shoulders and ripped the buttons off his loose white button down exposing his torso to the cool air that blew from the outside into the back of the carriage. Bruises, and cuts, peppered his skin from the fight the day before. Pushing you out of your thoughts, he attached his lips to yours once again and fell back into the pile of pillow and blankets. He ran his hands up your shirt causing goosebumps to form all over your body in ecstasy, not of being cold. You hadnât been touched in you rodent even know how long. But, Bonnie. Bonnie, made you feel different then just a fuck like you have only ever had.Â
As he ran his hand up your torso he removed your shirt and threw it to your side exposing your naked chest to him. He sat up on his knees between your legs to take you in. You smiled at him, and rolled your eyes, sitting up and unbuttoning his pants and pulled them down along with his boxers as far as they could go. After that, you did the same for yourself, but taking them off all the way. Now laid, completely naked and exposed to Bonnie.Â
âFuck, youâre beautiful , Loveâ He said holding each side of your hips and squeezing.Â
âYeah? Then show me how beautiful I am. Ey?â You said smiling up at him. He grinned down at you and quickly attached his lips to your hard nipples, causing a soft moan to escape from between your lips. You ran your hands through his thick curly hair. After a few moments of him attacking your breasts with his amazing mouth you pulled his lips back yours and attacked his tongue with yours.Â
âFuck me, Bonnie.â You told him as you held eye contact with him.Â
âYes maâam.â He said before grabbing his cock between the two of your and lining his self up with your entrance. Looking back up at you for confirmation. You just shook your head at him with a smile. As you did so, he slowly slid into you causing a loud groan to exit the both of you.Â
âFuck, Bonnie.â You groaned out lowly.Â
âYeah, you like that love?â He asked looking into your eyes and keeping a slow pace.Â
âFuck yes.â You said arching your chest up to him and he attached himself too your buds.Â
âBonnie. Fuck me harder.â You groaned out as your wrapped your arms around his neck and putting your fingers through the hair on the back of his head.Â
âYeah? You want that love?â He said looking at you.Â
âYes, please Bonnie. Please.â You cried out. As you said he got up on his knees and grabbed ahold of your hips to keep himself steady and to pull you hard into him. He began to pump faster, and faster causing you to grab ahold of his forearms and squeezing.Â
âFuck âEl, Bonnie. Iâm going to cum.â You yelled out feeling a knot form in your stomach. As you spoke those words, Bonnie lifted you up, he still in his knees, his cock not leaving the inside of you, you planted your feet on either side of him now in a squatting position. He began again pouring up into him. You wrapped your arms around his neck, helping you stay upright, but he also had a hand planted right between your shoulder blades, and the other hold one of your ass cheeks.Â
âGo ahead love. Cum.â He whispered into your ear and softly kissing your neck and pouring even harder into you. At a lose of words, and breathe you mouth just hung open as your pussy pulsated around his cock.Â
âFuck love. I donât think I can hold on any longer either with the pussy of yours.â He said. With that you pushed him back so he was on his back, and his head just on the edge of the door to exit the carriage. You sunk deeper onto him now and began rolling your hips on him.Â
âGo head, Love. Cum.â You told him. With that he grabbed ahold of your hips and pounded up into you very hard causing another wave to overcome your body.Â
âFuck. I love that cock Bonnie. Your going to make me cum again.â You cried out.Â
âCum with me love.â He said licking his finger and rubbing on your clit causing electricity to pulsate through your body and your walls pulsate around him.Â
âYes, love. Yes. Cum inside of me.â You cried out and with that he did as you did along with him.Â
âFuck.â You said as you fell back onto the pillows and blankets. Feeling Bonnie, climb next to you, and laid down now with his pants pulled back up. He pulled you into him and covered you with a blanket. You laid your head on his chest and closed your eyes.Â
âThank you.â You said lowly.Â
âFor what Love?â He asked running his fingers up and down your arm.Â
âHelping me feel better. Doing all this. Never have had anyone go through this much to just help me feel better.â You said still with your eyes closed.Â
âAnytime. Anywhere.â He said kissing the top of your head. Wit that you slowly drifted to sleep.
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How the peaky boys react when dating a girl with a praise kink (nsfw) -> headcannon
Goes without saying, nsfw warning
Find the request here, sorry it took so long
TommyđȘ
đȘTommy had you figured out before youâd figured yourself out.
đȘHe knew what was going on in your head before your did.
đȘYou were working late one Friday at the Garrison, of course many working men joyously engaging in Friday night drinking and drunkenness while their wives whittled wistfully back home.
đȘYou werenât expecting the Blinders tonight, but of course youâd always find room for the Peaky boys in this establishment, regardless if you were chocker with customers that the bar didnât really have the capacity for. The door chimed and you spun, peering to see if you had the numbers to accommodate the x amount of customers you had walking through your door.
đȘâEvening boys, meeting or drinks?â You ask, readying yourself to go clean the business Roman that was wordlessly their property. âJust drinks tonight, loveâ Tommy answered with a small smile and you nod, placing your hands on your hips; balled into fists while you ponder around to find their empty table.
đȘYou notice a table of rowdy youngsters occupying the usual Shelby spot and you narrow your eyes at them, internally questioning if you had the inner morals to boot paying customers out of their seats.
đȘâBe a good girl and get us a booth please, sweetheartâ Tommy asks, well instructs, as he lights up another cigarette.
đȘHe noticed the way your eyes darkened at his request and your lips parted slightly. You nodded. âOf course Tommy, give me a moment ladsâ you say, heading to the young gentleman to ask them to either head to the open seats at the bar or get gone.
đȘ"hiya lads, sorry to bother.â You say as you approach the lot who look at you in question âbut Iâm afraid we need this booth, happy to serve you up at the bar or Iâm sure another will open soonâ you wince, apologetically. One scoffs. âWhy should we? Weâre paying customers?â He asks, beginning to instigate somewhat of an issue, when Tommy swoops in âI believe she asked you nicelyâ he grunts, and it was almost awe-strucking watching how fast the boys scampered out the door with mediocre apologies.
đȘThomas wanted to test his small hypothesis again, placing a gentle hand on your lower back âsuch a good lass to your old Tom, arenât you?â He hums and he watches as your jaw slackens and you swallow on your own saliva, beginning to stumble around a response. âMy pleasure, Tomâ
đȘAnd then a few months later, when heâd taken you out a couple of times you were more widely known as Tommyâs girl than you were your own name.
đȘIt was again a Friday evening, usual crowd shuffling to their places and so were the boys.
đȘâevening boysâ you smile, handing an older man his shandy as he makes his way back to his missus who was still sipping on her gin.
đȘâevening sweetheartâ Tommy smiles, leaning across the bar to peck your lips as the rest of the boys head to their normal spot.
đȘbusiness as usual
đȘyou begin pouring their beers automatically, following Tommy to the table with umpteen pints and of course an apple juice for John, whom youâd cut off from alcohol.
đȘâgood girlâ Tommy applauds as you hand them their drinks, quiet enough that the rest of his rough crowd didnât hear but loud enough for you to become unsteady on your feet.
đȘyou didnât know when youâd agreed to go home with Tommy. You donât even remember locking the door to the Garrison. But now he had you buried deep beneath him as he rutted into you and there was nothing you really cared about more right now. If there was a problem you can deal with it when you were finished.
đȘhe was trying to coax it out of you. Trying to coax out the fact that you revelled in it when he praised you. And it got him off to see that when other blokes such as Harry called you a âgood lassâ for a decent shift, you didnât bat an eyelid.
đȘâCome on love, got one more in you havenât you?â You shook your head at his question, almost hoping that heâd let you rest after your third. âCâmon sweetheart, donât you want to be a good girl for your Tommy?â He asks and you nod up at him through dazed eyes. âHmm?â He asks, holding your jaw still with one hand while the other held him up above you. âPlease. Please Tommy. Wanna be good for youâ you mumble out, and he smirks - rutting into you at yet again, another relentless pace.
đȘâthatâs it. Such a good girl fâme. So so goodâ he praises as your moans progressively get louder as you mewl beneath him.
đȘand eventually, when youâd both calmed down, he looked at you and smirked âgood girl arenât you?â
đȘâshut up Tom.â
Alfieđ§ž
đ§žEats that shit up, no crumbs, licks the plate clean.
đ§žalready kind of babies you, he doesnât mean too. Youâre a few years his younger and as your husband he sees it as his job to protect and provide for you while doting and taking care of you like any good man should.
đ§žthen one night he comes home a bit late from the bakery, readying to apologise when heâd noticed youâd just finished cooking dinner. âWell here I was all soppy and ready to apologise to you, yeah. And no, my good little girls just gone and made dinner!â He says, almost chuffed. You giggle and plate up the food, sitting across from him as he begins to eat.
đ§žâwhat ây doing over there, then?â He scoffs âcâmere.â He instructs as you move to sit in his lap and he relishes in the meal youâd prepared âyouâre so good to your old man, arenât you?â He hums âso so goodâ he exclaims, only trying to show his appreciation but he noticed your pupils dilate at his words. He brushes it off, nothing major.
đ§žlater in the evening his sciatica was playing up so you wordlessly left the room to go draw him a bath with some new salts youâd bought from your elderly neighbour whom your husband refused to speak to on account of her being âa witchâ as he said.
đ§žâoh you are a goodâun arenât you, poppet?â He hums, as he enters the room, allowing you to help him undress and get into the bath, afterwards preparing to make your leave and get him some medicine from the cupboard downstairs.
đ§žâand where do you think youâre going?â he questions, and you raise a brow âto get you some medicineâ âI need no such thing. Now get in here wâme.â He grunts and you do as he says, never one to turn down a good relaxing soak in the bath with your husband.
đ§žâthere you are, good girl arenât you? Always listening to your old man. What did I do to deserve you. So perfectâ he rambled, and doesnât notice the ever hazing glint in your eye and when he finally looks down at you he narrows his eyes and finally realised what that look was.
đ§žhis praises got you going.
đ§žâtell yâwhat would make yâold man feel so much better,â he hums and you cock your head ready to help his pain ease âif you be a good girl fâme and give us a distractionâ he suggests and you see the smirk unveiling under his beard, as he reaches for your thigh to pull you over his lap and to settle atop of him. âSeeing as you asked so nicelyâ you mumbled into his shoulder, as you began to rock against him.
đ§žâthere you go, thereâs a good girlâ he says as you come undone on top of him and collapse onto his chest, stroking your back gently with one hand and holding you close with the other. âYâwant to move, poppet he asks?â And you shake your head, eyes closed as you recover.
𧞠as soon as his sciatica pain eases up, he was going to abuse that little trick as often as he could.
Arthurđș
đșpoor baby needs just as much praise as you do. Thinks heâs a shitty partner
đșbut god when he found out it was like finding the fucking Magna Carta.
đșit was his ticket out of everything. Came home drunk? âIâm so sorry, youâre so good for putting up with meâ In a fight? âyouâre such a good wife for patching me upâ literally anything youâre not agreeing on? âOh my good girlâ
đșheâd found out when you were already buried beneath his, mewling as he took out his frustrations on you rather than the man he was originally destined to kill that day.
đșâyâbetter feel good about yâself.â He grunts âmanâs life was saved cause of you, you and this fucking insatiability.â He thrusts and you groan âpleaseâ you number âhmm? Feel good? Little saint you are, fuckinâ angel. Stopped me killinâ a man. Wanna get me into heaven do yâangel? Huh? Thatâs where youâre sending me?â He asks and you groan louder.
đșâyeah, cause youâre such a good girl arenât you?â And thatâs when you let out the most gluteal pornographic moan that almost stopped his movements, instead it pushes the throttle and sends the both of you over the edge.
đșâgod Idâve spared hundreds of men if it meant I got to hear that from youâ
Johnđ„
đ„The Shelby family were enjoying an afternoon at the Garrison. Given, it was incredibly backed with gang members and people dissimilar; still the atmosphere was was light and full of laughter.
đ„youâd volunteered for the Saturday shift seeing as Harry needed extra help nowadays seeing as the customer numbers were ever growing.
đ„John was flirting with you, as ever. While you just rolled your eyes at his antics and offered him another drink.
đ„âblimey, I need to drop drinkinâ the hard stuff. Iâm seeing an angel!â John feigned surprise, as he took his cap off his head to greet you, plopping it onto your own as he leaned in to kiss your cheek sweetly. âAnd Iâm seeing a man whoâs had one too many. Iâm cutting you offâ you warn, wagging a finger at him. âWell I do like a lady who takes care of her manâ he smirks, but was cut off by a voice that altered the atmosphere in the bar.
đ„âI am looking for Thomas Shelbyâ the voice announced, and you felt uneasy; Johnâs face darkened as he clearly recognised the man who was a stranger to yourself. You look to the rest of his family who have a similar stature to him on their faces.
đ„âget behind the bar flowerâ John mumbles to you calmly, âthatâs a good girl. Stay down there, sweetheartâ he coos as you duck your head out of sight and into the small crawl space under the kegs.
đ„As the conversation continued, John looks over the counter to you discreetly. And your large doe eyes look back, and he could see the trust in them. He leans his hip against the oak bar edge, holding his hand over and motions for you to give him your own. You thread your hand with his, and he strokes the back of your knuckled gently; giving it a squeeze as Harry instructs them to take this out of his pub.
đ„John gives you one last reassuring squeeze of the hand before grabbing an empty beer bottle and heading out the door with his brothers. A few minutes, a couple of shouts and a gun shot the three walked back in as if nothing had happened.
đ„John leans over the bar âyâalright now, good lassâ he says as you peer back up and get back up from your seat on the bar. He rests his arms against the wood and grins at you. âLet yâold John reward you fâ being such a good girl, hm?â He raises a brow and honestly expects nothing from his advance.
đ„you look at the clock on the wall and decide Harry could fend for himself for a while. You look at John and wet your lips, leaning down and grabbing his collar to bring him closer to you. âMeet me in the backâ
đ„He jumped over the bar.
Bonnieđ„
đ„revels in it without really meaning too.
đ„also uses it to his advantage. He doesnât mean it, honest.
đ„you were knelt in front of him, sitting back to rest on your ankles as you wrapped his hands for his fight. âYouâre so good tâme, thank you angelâ he thanks, stroking your jaw with his thumb.
đ„he knew what he was doing to you. Trying to get in your head.
đ„since heâd fallen hard and fast heâd decided that you were it for him. You were his and he was yours and nothing else. Especially when you agreed to live out his gypsy fantasies with him and give up the traditional home you were so accustomed too.
đ„and he was convinced youâd make the best mum.
đ„so this little praise obsession of yours was the perfect way to sway you onto his wavelength.
đ„âyouâre gonna be great tonight, Bonâ you say, smiling at him comfortingly. âM nervousâ he mumbles and you shake your head, holding his hands in yours âitâs gonna be fine, just go out there and do your best. Iâll always be proud of you.â You say and he seems to settle slightly. âYâd be such a good mother, darlingâ he tells you, moving some loose hair out of your face and behind your ear.
đ„he notices a slight blush on your cheeks, and decides to pry. âBONNIE; TIME!â His dad shouts through the door and you tap his leg, standing up to give him his good luck kiss. Instead, he slowly walks you back until your back hits the wall, two wrapped hands caging you.
đ„ âhmm, wouldây like thaâ? A mammy?â He asks and you stare up at him with dazed yet wide eyes. âOh youâd be such a good mammy. So caring, so sweet. Yâso good tâme imagine how good yâd be to a youngâun.â He hums, resting one hand on your waist. âSo, so goodâ he bumps his nose with yours. âThen Iâd marry yâa.â He continues âbe a good wife too. The best. Such a good girlâ he coos and you audibly whine and he smiles.
đ„âyâd like that? Gonna let me make yâa mammy?â He hums, ghosting his lips over yours âBONNIE!â His dad reiterates and Bonnie huffs. âYâcan do whatever Yâwant to do to me, bonâ you reply hazily and he smiles as you lean up to kiss him deeply, pulling away to lean your forehead on his, hands cradling his face. âAfter your fight.â You nod and he raises his brows âpromise?â You smile back âpromise.â
đ„fastest knockout heâd ever done.
Isaiahâïž
âïžuses it against you. Purposefully
âïždefo teases you for it
âïžyouâd be at the garrison, having gone accompanying your twin brother Finn and expecting to see your boyfriend there eventually when you werenât in your usual spot at home.
âïžheâd turned up around half and hour after you had, only looking to get a drink defo not looking for you.
âïžhe sees you at the bar, yet by your side was some bloke he didnât recognise. Some six foot slime ball with his hair slicked back so far it looked like it created a permanent surprised upkeep on his eyebrows. His suit was brand new, Isaiah assumed the tag was still tucked into a pocket somewhere for him to return and scrounge in the morning.
âïžand why were you talking back?
âïžyou were drinking something dark, presumably the alcohol Isaiah preferred for you not to have.
âïžhad he bought it you?
âïžIsaiah stormed his way over, fully prepared to lay out the man talking to you and throw you over his shoulder and lead you straight out of the pub; but the conversation you were having with the boy stopped you.
âïžâwhat dây say love, wanna get out of here?â He asked âand for the fifth time. No. My husband will be here any minute. Heâs a blinder yâknow?â You scoff âwell he ainât here now, is he?â He asked you when Isaiah sweeper in and pressed his gun to the manâs temple âisnât he?â He asked, cocking it as the man before you swallowed and visibly began to sweat.
âïžâI suggest you take yourself out of this pub, out of Birmingham and fucking away from my woman.â He grunts, and the man immediately scampers. Then Isaiah looks to you, and the relief decorating your face is immediately apparent.
âïžâoh Isaiah Iâm so sorry I tried to get rid of him-â you begin and then your boy begins to smile âyour husband?â He asked, raising a brow cockily and you begin to rock back onto your heels âjust wanted to get rid of himâ you mumble, and he wraps hands around your waist and settles them on the small of your back.
âïžâyouâre so good to me, arenât you doll?â He asks, smirk growing ârejecting other men fâme?â He hums and you nod âyâknow good girls get rewarded, donât you?â
âïžor when youâre not behaving as heâd want you too.
âïžâwhere dây think youâre going?â he asks as you open the door.
âïžâAda invited me for drinksâ âyânot going, not safe. Not wâthem Italians crawling roundâ he instructs, expecting you to shrug off your coat and come join him in the lounge. He turns but hears the door click shut. And when heâd looked, you were gone.
âïžhe was fucking fuming, livid, murderous.
âïžand when youâd shown back home at 2 in the morning, hiccuping, he was already stood at the door with his arms crossed.
âïžyou smiled âhi Isaiahâ you giggled, but he didnât say anything as he walked you backwards and your back hit the wall. âIn what fucking world does a woman not listen to her man?â He asked and you were immediately silenced. âHmm?â He asks âwhy did you think you could just go out without me, you know how dangerous it isâ he says âwell-â âgood girls donât disobey their men, dâthey princessâ and he noticed how you cowered and sunk into your shell.
âïžhe threw you over his shoulder and carried you up the stairs, rutting into you in the bedroom more times than you could count telling you how disappointed in you he was and every time you were close to release, heâd stop and tell you why you didnât deserve it.
âïžhe loved torturing you.
Michaelđ±
đ±so belittling with it.
đ±loves to use it against you whenever he can because it always means that he wins
đ±the first time heâd sussed this little predicament of yours out was when you were entertaining him while his brother dealt business with your father deep within the Cotswolds.
đ±youâd served him tea and polite conversation, talking about your purity and how much he idolised you.
đ±âand youâve no husband?â He asked and he placed his cup on his saucer you and you straightened your posture before responding âno, no husbandâ you confirm and he is forced to stifle his smirk âwell youâd make the perfect wifeâ he tells you and he notices how you swallow harshly âwell that comes appreciated, mister grayâ you reply and he narrows his eyes.
đ±and then when you were married and doting on him, heâd always remind you of how he impacted you.
đ±he knew just how to get to you. âDear, go be a good girl and fix me a drinkâ and youâd do so. âIâve got to go to London for the week. Be a good lass and donât leave the houseâ and you wouldnât.
đ±and sometimes heâd take you to family meetings. Personally believing that the women shouldnât really be at these meetings. But a quick slap to the head from his mother soon sorted him out.
đ±and then he walked in on John shamelessly flirting with you, and he knew full well you werenât meaningfully engaging with his cousin, itâs what you were taught to do from a young age. But still, you were engaging.
đ±âflirting with my woman, John?â Michael grunted, entering the room to which the former rolled his eyes âjust showing her what a real man could give herâ he winked at you before swaggering out of the room. âWhy did you entertain him?â âI didnât-â âthought youâd promised to be a good girl for me tonight?â And that shut you right up. The desire to be praised overpowering all.
đ± âhow âbout you make it up to me tonight, sweetheart?â
Finnđïž
đïžfor his whole life, Finn has always been overshadowed by his older brothers. So being able to have so much control over you was so addictively intoxicating that he just loved to abuse his power.
đïžand heâs at that age in his early twenties when his hormones are heightened and all he wants to do is act like a rabbit in a hutch during mating season.
đïžand sometimes you werenât up for it.
đïžnot until he figured you out.
đïžheâd had you going for three rounds. Overwhelmed from how his brothers had been belittling him all day during business meetings and finally finding a vector to take it out on.
đïžyouâd come undone beneath him, very exhausted from the relentlessness of his actions, when he blurted out âfuck youâre so good at thisâ as he released inside of you. You mewled and whined, wrapping your legs around his waist. âAgainâ you mumbled and he raised his brows âyou sure?â He asked and you opened his eyes as he recognised how your irises had deepened two shades and smiled giddily âwell alright thenâ
đïžso whenever he needed something or someone to release his frustrations on all he had to do was stroke your cheek and call you âmy good girlâ and you were pretty much tearing his clothes off.
đïžand even sometimes when heâs upset he uses it to tell you just how much he appreciates you. When times are particularly hard and when he just canât cope with situations; heâd let you hold and cradle him and rock him back and forth while silent tears sunk down his face âyouâre so good to meâ heâd mumble over and over again in a sleepy voice until heâd fallen asleep in your arms and youâd manoeuvred him into a comfortable position as his arms tightened around you.
Aberamađ
đoh god this man is insatiable.
đdefo calls you his âgood girlâ and doesnât give a fuck who hears it.
đlikes to shelter you from everything in this horrible world, thinks itâs his job to protect and shadow you from anything. You were just a dainty young thing with no clue, someone had to step up and he decided he was the man for the job.
đjust loved to take good care of you so those for eyes stayed innocent and undamaged. Bare and pure unlike his that were darkened and locked with such an intricately pessimistic past
đone day Thomas Shelby decided to pay a visit to the camp and Aberama had beckoned you over and you did as you were told, he motioned for you to lean closer as you approached him. âNeed you to stay out of the way for a while sweetheart, can you do that for me, is that alright? Just until he goes?â He asks with sweet eyes. You smile and nod at him âgood girl, off you goâ and you were off into the woods to pick some berries for a recipe you had an idea for.
đeventually heâd come looking for you, find you deep into a bush trying to reach a berry that youâd just had to have but couldnât quite get too. Heâd stayed back for a while, leant against a tree while he admired you. Until heâd felt the masculine desire to aid his lady. Coming behind you and placing his hands on your waist as he leant to grab the berry for you. Youâd gasped but turned to see him, smiling brightly at him. âThank youâ âanything for youâ he replied, pecking your lips gently.
đâalways willing to help my special girlâ he says âcan always count on you canât I?â And the grin turns into a gaping expression, wide and heavy eyes looking at him and heâd decided he had to have you right then and there.
đheâd hiked the skirt of your dress up to your waist and told you how much he appreciated you as you screwed your eyes shut and threw your head back.
đthen heâd carried your worn out, sleeping figure bridal-style back to camp with your basket selection of berries resting in his arm as he looked down at you lovingly.
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I just like the way Arthur looks at the golds
#i feel like bonnie is just who Arthur could have been if he wasn't in the war and had a good dad#I miss the gold's :(#arthur shelby#Arthur shelby senior#bonnie gold#aberama gold#aberama is the best dad ever omfg đ
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Watched the Tyson x Paul fight and now I'm in the mood to write a new Bonnie fic. BUT is anyone even interested anymore?
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The Month of Sin Masterpost
A masterpost for all the works that are related to the requests sent for event âPeaky Blinders Kinktoberâ.
If you want me to add you in the taglist so that you donât miss the kinky and steamy stories, please comment or reblog this post. Itâs even more important considering how Tumblr tends to mess with us lately.
Thank you again for your participation, youâre the best community ever and I hope Iâll do Justice to your fantasies.
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Day 1: BREATHE - Breathe With Me (Tommy x Reader)
Day 2: CUT - Cut Your Wings (Alfie x Reader)
Day 3: MARKED - Engraved in The Flesh (Finn x Reader)
Day 4: AFTER CARE with Finn
âą with May
Day 5: ROPE BUNNY with Arthur
Day 6: DRUNK with Tommy
Day 7: BLINDFOLD with John
âą with Aberama
Day 8: CREAMPIE with John
Day 9: PRAISE with Bonnie
Day 10: SIZE with Alfie
âą with Luca
Day 11: POWER with Michael
Day 12: ORAL with Bonnie
Day 13: BREEDING with Alfie
Day 14: BLOOD with Tommy
Day 15: TAMED with Arthur
Day 16: DENIAL with Tommy
Day 17: DADDY with Michael
âą with Aberama
âą with Alfie
âą with Arthur
Day 18: PUBLIC with John
Day 19: THREESOME with Tommy and ??
Day 20: LEASH with Arthur
Day 21: KNIFE with Isaiah
Day 22: STRIP with John
Day 23: OVERSTIMULATION with Tommy
Day 24: CAR with Tommy
Day 25: PUNISHMENT with John
Day 26: WORSHIP with Luca
Day 27: BEGGING with Tommy
Day 28: CORRUPTION with Arthur
Day 29: BLASPHEMY with Arthur
Day 30: AGE GAP - Tangled Desires
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