#John Shelby x you

[brummiereader]

@zablife dark!John is as ruthless as Tommy 😱!

What have you done to our sweet angel, Lee 😭? You've corrupted him...please continue 😈🤭.

You set a very romantic scene of a girl hopelessly pining over a man she'd fallen deeply in love with. So in love that she took care of his children like her own.

If there was one thing you possessed over Martha, it was your fearless attitude. Oof, that's a little foreboding. It's that's fearless attitude that landed her facing the gallows 😬.

However, John was like a bloodhound when it came to sniffing out fear. He sensed the change in you immediately and took the opportunity to question your loyalty in the worst way imaginable. Ooh I just love how you referred to him being like a bloodhound! With her changing attitude towards him as he reveals his darker side and how her home had became a warzone between gangs, I had the impression that her idolised version of John had taken a dramatic turn. Maybe her infatuation with him shadowed those hidden traits he surely most have possessed before the war 😬.

So you'll do as he fucking says!" John spat, tossing your hand away. What a twist of fate to see John the one calling for his teachers murder 😳. This is definitely him trying to get Y/N to prove her loyalty towards the family.

I love how John's darkness feels very different to Tommy. Tommy is sneaky, he says things with different meanings in a manipulating way. But John is brutal with it, he's not hiding it, he's almost manic with it, aggressive 😈.

Her encounter with Mrs Changretta was pretty sweet that I began to feel pretty sorry for the Italian mother and the fate that awaited her. But I just knew Y/N wouldn't be able to outsmart the ruthlessness of the Shelby family and their masterminds, Tommy and Polly 😱.

That night you woke with John pressing the cold barrel of a gun into your side. Fueled by his outrage and the snow Isaiah had been supplying, he demanded you wake. "I know what you did, Y/n," he whispered as he pressed the weapon just below your ribs. Ahh drooling at how dark this scene was 😍! It gave me chills when I read the part about her waking up to the feeling of his gun pressed into her.

"You will, sweetheart," he promised, knowing the punishment Tommy had devised for you. You would be reunited with your parents on the gallows soon after the arrests for the murder of Audrey Changretta. I'm starting to think that John's malice for revenge surpassed any love he felt for her. He's so unbelievably cruel that I'm not sure he loved her at all at this point 😳. There was not even a hint of forgiveness when he told her of her fate. And with what she endured at his hands the night before...I was foolish to think he'd show her mercy 😬.

Incredible, Lee! You're corrupt a wishes have been a highlight of my week to read 😍.

An Unexpected Family Gathering w/ John

John Shelby x female reader

A/N: Reconnecting or an Unexpected family gathering, requested by @runnning-outof-time. Details of the reader's relationship with dark!John requested by a lovely anon. Part of my Corrupt a Wish challenge.

Divider credit: @wethairjoel

Warnings: coercion, threat with a weapon, mention of poisoning Corrupt a wish reminder: If you think this story has a happy ending, you haven't been paying attention. Proceed with caution!

Your infatuation with John began before the war, cautious glances at his handsome features and girlish giggles behind your hands. He paid you no attention in those early days, too infatuated with his sweetheart, Martha. However, that didn't deter you from finding other ways to grow close to him.

It was Tommy who first recognized your potential as a messenger for the family business. No matter the danger, you always accepted, hoping John would hear of your bravery. If there was one thing you possessed over Martha, it was your fearless attitude.

During the war years you continued to help the family as much as possible. You prayed with Polly each morning for the three men away fighting and later for Martha's ailing health. When the time came, you took on the care of John's young children with nothing but love and devotion in your heart.

By the time the men returned from war, you were a permanent fixture at 57 Watery Lane, waiting for the day John would make you his wife. While he hadn't returned quite the same carefree young man you remembered, his bright blue eyes still held a spark of mischievous charm which made you hopeful.

You couldn't say that of his brothers, especially Tommy who began making aggressive moves to control more and more of the city. Within a few months of assuming leadership, Tommy was waging war against the Italians in a bid for power. Ruthless attacks were carried out by his men, cuttings and beatings becoming standard procedure.

The thought of John taking someone's eyes with a razor blade made you physically ill, but nothing compared to the callous way he presented his plan to cut Angel Changretta's throat as he lie helpless in a hospital bed. That's when you knew you'd heard enough.

Small Heath was no longer the place you wished to call home and you began planning an escape from its treacherous depths. However, John was like a bloodhound when it came to sniffing out fear. He sensed the change in you immediately and took the opportunity to question your loyalty in the worst way imaginable.

"I want you to invite Mrs. Changretta for tea at your parents' on Thursday," he casually mentioned as you were getting ready for bed one night.

"Why?" you asked, trying to keep your voice from trembling.

"Cos Tommy said," he gestured vaguely as if to say, If I haven't questioned him, neither should you.

You had the sinking feeling you were luring Mrs. Changretta into blinder territory for nefarious reasons and you quickly worked to appeal to your fiance. "She was our teacher in school, John. A kind, decent woman."

"Then she'll go to heaven, yeah?" he answered, brow furrowing in irritation.

Your heart lurched as you realized the Shelbys were going to kill her. Approaching John gently, you ran a hand across his cheek in hopes of bringing back the kind boy you remembered.

"You don't have to do this. You're not like Tommy, you know. I don't see the same thing in your eyes I see in his," you uttered as you pressed your forehead to his lightly.

Pulling away from your warm embrace, John's blue eyes iced over in a way you'd never witnessed. Grabbing your wrist in a brutal hold to show his determination, he spat, "Tommy puts a bloody roof over our heads or have you forgotten?"

You shook your head slowly, words failing you.

"So you'll do as he fucking says!" John spat, tossing your hand away.

You watched him storm downstairs and grab his coat, deciding to go for a drink instead. Looking back on that moment, you wished you'd run from him when you had the chance, but you didn't have the heart to abandon his children. So you stayed, agreeing to his plan if only to secretly warn Mrs. Changretta of the impending danger.

On the day of her social call, you tucked a small note into the sleeve of your blouse, ready to slip it to her at the soonest opportunity. Your anxious hands trembled when you began to arrange the scones Polly had brought earlier in the day, hoping your nerves didn't show.

Seeing Mrs. Changretta's kind face again soothed you immeasurably. She smiled up at you with the same warmth in her eyes you remembered from your school days and suddenly the memories of your youth came flooding back to you.

Noticing your eyes fill with tears, she asked innocently, "What is it dear?"

Turning your head to swipe a tear from your cheek, you relayed the tender memory of the times she brought you sweets.

"Those were good times," she acknowledged sadly. "Before the lads fell into the hands of the devil."

You took her hands in yours, seizing the moment to place the note to her palm. "It doesn't have to be this way," you whispered, giving her a small squeeze before relinquishing the paper to her grasp. The rest of the visit was carefully monitored by Tommy's soldiers and you didn't dare reach for her again.

That night you woke with John pressing the cold barrel of a gun into your side. Fueled by his outrage and the snow Isaiah had been supplying, he demanded you wake. "I know what you did, Y/n," he whispered as he pressed the weapon just below your ribs.

You gulped as you wondered what he would do to you, his jarring laughter making you afraid to move or even breath beneath his touch.

"The old cunt fell over dead from Polly's scones," he informed you cruelly. "So you see, your little warning was useless." His lip curled into a menacing sneer as he watched your face crumble in despair.

"No!" you cried. "I didn't mean to..."

"But you did," he answered in a mocking tone, releasing the safety with a harsh click.

"John, please," you begged as he began to stroke your arm with a gentle touch that belied the venom in his serpent like hiss.

“You’re so pretty. I couldn’t shoot you.” Cold steel meeting your temple he ghosted the weapon down your jawline as he whispered, “No, I’m not gonna kill you.”

His torture seemed endless as he kept you awake into the early morning hours. Amazed that you were still alive to see the dawn, you pleaded with the man who'd promised to love you forever.

"Let me go, John. Please let me see my family," you begged.

"You will, sweetheart," he promised, knowing the punishment Tommy had devised for you. You would be reunited with your parents on the gallows soon after the arrests for the murder of Audrey Changretta.

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[ikinremu]

KINKTOBER DAY 13 | BREEDING KINK X JOHN SHELBY

John Shelby x Fem!Reader

Tags: P in V, Unprotected, Breeding kink

“This what you wanted, eh darlin?” John slipped a low, hoarse groan, the heat of his breath brushing over your neck as he thrust his hips back and forth at a torturous rate, “Jus’ wanted my cock inside that little cunt, hm?”

His words sent an immediate swarm of fluttering to your stomach as you writhed desperately beneath him, a mess of moans and whispered curses, “Yes, John..”

Driven utterly insane by the sound of you, he picked up the pace of his thrusts, your walls clenching around his length as he filled you so perfectly, hands kneading greedily at your hips.

“You like being filled up?” He chuckled, chest heaving with satisfaction as he trailed his touch slowly between your thighs, beginning to toy with your swollen clit.

You nodded, babbling inaudibly beneath him.

“You want my cum dripping out of that cunt, darlin?” He groaned, amusement blatant on his lips.

His words sent an immediate shudder down your spine, a stark contrast to your flushed skin. The image alone had you squeezing eagerly at his cock, nodding shamelessly.

“Gonna stuff you full of my fuckin’ cum.” John practically grunted, composure escaping him as his hips pelted against yours, “Put a baby in you?”

“Fuck, yes!” You pleaded, fingertips digging rather harshly into the broad of his back, revelling in the combination of him hitting deep within you as his fingers worked so flawlessly your sensitive clit.

“That’s fuckin’ right, love. Gonna look so pretty carryin’ my baby.”

Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed! Please note that in the process of kinktober works releasing, I’m also working through requests - so if you’ve sent one in thank you as always for your patience!!

[darklydeliciousdesires]

Tiny Shelby Feet - A John Shelby/Reader Short Story.

Just a fluffy lil' short that came to me this morning, besties. Hope you love it :)

Words - 700

Warnings - None. Fluff a' plenty!

“You alright, sweetheart?” 

No, you absolutely are not alright. And it’s all his fault.  

Being angry at him isn’t an option, though, because he’s always so good to you. Hell, it was him being very good to you that got you into this in the first place, your stomach swollen and rounded with the next Shelby offspring due to arrive into the family in the next couple of days.  

You toss and turn a little more, albeit slowly, heaving your bulk to lie on your back. “I can’t get comfortable.”  

“Bet ya can’t, bab. Can’t even imagine what it’s like,” he speaks softly, removing one of the pillows from beneath his head. “Lift up.” Pushing yourself up, he slides it beneath your lower back, the downy plumpness soothing against your aching back. “What is it like, though? Is there anything it’s similar to that I’d understand?” 

It’s sweet of him to even want to try and comprehend the feeling of being pregnant, at least. “Imagine if somebody gave you a gallon of Epsom salts and sewed your arsehole up.”  

His eyes bulge. “Jesus fuckin’ wept. That don’t sound like fun.” Those eyes continue to widen when he sees you beginning to wince through gritted teeth. “Ain’t coming, is he?”  

“No, no it’s a cramp in my thigh.” 

“Left or right?” 

“Left.” Your instruction has him reaching beneath the bedcovers, beginning to massage said thigh, the tightened muscles finally relenting within the grasp of his warm, skillful hands. Bloody John Shelby and his skillful hands. Again, it’s how you ended up like this in the first place. “Okay, that’s better now. Thanks, love.” 

He props himself up on an elbow, hand lovingly stroking your bump, smiling as he feels his unborn child wriggling beneath his palm. You still remember the day you felt those first kicks, running down to the betting shop and grabbing his hand so he could feel them, too. You’ll never forget how lit up he looked at the sensation of tiny feet nudging against his big hand. “Who do you think he’ll look like most, you or me?” 

You can’t help yourself. “Me, hopefully.” 

“Oi, you cheeky mare!” Desired effect achieved. “I suppose it’d be better. I know I’m handsome, but we don’t want two freckled ginger nuts in the house.” 

“I really hope she has your hair, and your freckles,” you speak, putting extra emphasis on the word she. ”You know I love your freckles." 

“Fuck off,” he mutters, batting your hand away from where your finger trails over his shoulder. 

“Oi, no violence! I’m carrying your daughter!” 

“Son!” he corrects with a pointed finger. “You’re carrying me son. No girls, they’re too much headache for my liking.”  

“Poor thing’ll likely never see the outside of the house until she’s eighteen,” you chuckle, stroking your bump lovingly. 

He snorts, curling his lip slightly. “And the fucking rest! Ain’t having no boys round her, oh no, none of that malarkey.” He then lifts his chin a little, nodding to your rounded belly. “That is if it’s even a girl in the first place, and I’m still saying it’s a boy.”  

You smile, your eyes growing tired, yawning right on cue. Finally comfortable, you’re able to settle, drifting off to the rhythmic stroke of John’s hand over your belly. He thinks you’ve nodded off, unaware that you can hear every word he whispers to your unborn child.  

“Don’t even matter to me, you know, what you are,” he speaks softly, leaning to lay a kiss just above your protruded belly button. “I’ll love you until the last beat of my heart. I will. Anything you want, it’s yours. You ain’t gonna grow up poor and scratching around to make ends meet like we all had to. I’m gonna be a proper dad to you, little’un.” 

You can feel a lump in your throat form thickly, smiling on the inside as you drift into slumber. It’s nothing compared to two days later, though, when you see John holding your newborn son in his arms for the first time, his eyes filled with happy tears. Or, when five minutes later, you birth the twin sister nobody knew you carried, too.  

[venusisaligned]

“fuck gangsters”

yeah i might.

[runnning-outof-time]

If It’s Meant to Be | John Shelby x Reader

Request: yes by anonymous

Pairing: John Shelby x fem!Reader

Summary: John and (Y/N) were friends when they were younger. Life, as life does, pulls them apart for some time before they find each other again while (Y/N) is helping someone who happened to be lost.

Warnings: season 4 spoilers…maybe?? (I’m re-writing canon to make things better), language

Word Count: 4450

A/N: if I’m being honest I quite enjoyed following your prompt/request, anon! I hope I was able to add everything you were hoping into it and that it turned out along the lines of what you were imagining! I’m sorry that it’s taken ages for me to share. Enjoy! :)

I’D LOVE TO KNOW WHAT YOU THINK! YOUR COMMENTS & REBLOGS HELP ME WRITE!

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If it’s meant to be, it’ll be. That phrase gets thrown around so much. John Shelby always thought that he and (Y/N) (Y/L/N) were meant to be. But things didn’t quite work out that way…at first.

They were practically inseparable as teens. All it took was one meeting near the cut for the two to know that they wanted to be in each others lives for as long as possible.

Wherever (Y/N) was, John was to be found close by. If John was out doing something, nine times out of ten (Y/N) was helping out in some way.

Family members often joked that the two were attached at the hip. Ada even went as far as to conspire with (Y/N)’s younger sister, the two saying that they were excited to become future sister-in-laws.

But things don’t always work out to plan.

The dream of the families uniting as one through John and (Y/N)’s union crumbled slowly rather than it just being one, major blow.

(Y/N) started delving more into her studies; having big dreams of graduating and going further in schooling so that she could make something of herself. She’d always wanted to have more than just the lower-level jobs that Small Heath had to offer. She still tried to see John as much as she could, but the nights that were once spent gallivanting around the streets together had now been swapped for study sessions.

John couldn’t be completely mad at his friend. He wanted her to succeed and have the life that she was dreaming of. Sure he missed her company, and truly relished in the time that they were still able to spend together, but to say that he was now left completely in his lonesome would be a lie.

John met Martha Davies when she and her family moved to Small Heath.

Unlike how he was with (Y/N), who he tried so hard to hide his deeper feelings for behind the mask of friendship, John immediately went forward with expressing his desire to get to know Martha better.

While (Y/N) was busy with studying, John was busy with Martha. It was easy to tell how quickly the two had fallen for each other.

The news - though it really shouldn’t have given how quickly the two became…acquainted with each other - came as a shock just only six months into John knowing Martha. Hell, (Y/N) had only met her a handful of times before John was excitedly telling her the news that Martha was pregnant and he was going to be a father.

(Y/N) should have been happy for him. And on the outside she tried her best to present her emotions that way. But deep down, her real feelings that she’d been harboring towards her friend for years now were being crushed. She always pushed them aside for fear that he only purely saw her as a friend; for the fear that her revealing them would cause him to run from her life forever. Now there was no way that he’d ever know of them.

John, who was just a few months shy from his final teenage year, was now going to be a husband and father — he felt it was only right that he marry Martha given the fact that they’d now share a child.

If John was going to grow up this suddenly, (Y/N) felt that she should to. Her prelininary studies were finished and she was ready to go and make something of herself.

And so she moved to London, one step closer to her dream but many miles away from the person who grew up alongside her.

— 1924 —

Ada was the first to learn that (Y/N) was back in town. She didn’t waste any time in inviting her to what the Shelby woman promised would be ‘an amazing evening’.

Many things had changed since (Y/N) had last seen the Shelbys. One of the more major ones was the fact that they had quickly rose into wealth and power.

On this particular evening, Tommy and his new wife, Grace, were holding one of their regular events; where people of power and prospective business partners gathered to shake hands and attempt to make deals. It was a circle that (Y/N) felt she was so far removed from.

Ada’s persistence was hard to ignore though. She kept focusing on the fact that it was a different sort of event for the family invovled, and that everyone would be thrilled to see her again. (Y/N) couldn’t deny the fact that she, too, would be overjoyed to see the Shelbys again…even if it meant that her heart might break.

She made sure to wear one of her more sophisticated outfits and that her appearance was as perfect as it could get. When the time to leave arrived, she checked over herself in the mirror one last time before grabbing her clutch and heading down to the car that was waiting for her.

The manor she pulled up to left her in awe. Never did she expect to be welcomed into a place as grand as this. But if there was anyone in her life, past or present, who could be capable of obtaining this sort of grandeur, it would no doubt be Tommy Shelby.

“(Y/N)!” Of course Ada was the first person to find her. “I’m so happy you came!” the brunette exclaimed as she hasitly pulled her into a hug.

“You doubted I would?” (Y/N) asked, trying to focus on her friend rather than the crowd of people present in the grand foyer area of the manor. If there’s this many people in the entry room, how many would be in the banquet hall? she thought to herself.

“Never,” the other woman shook her head, “come with me. The others will be so excited that you’re here!” she then said, taking hold of (Y/N)’s forearm so that she could lead her into the banquet hall. (Y/N) hesitantly followed, not quite wanting to see the man she used to call ‘best friend’ just yet.

Thankfully Ada pulled her to Polly first. (Y/N) was happy to see her. Polly was just as much an aunt to her as she was the Shelby siblings. And, much like Ada had promised, the older woman was thrilled to see her again.

Time quickly slipped away and (Y/N) truly felt like the tiny group that had been assembled were the only ones in the room. She quickly slipped into a comfortable state, the crowds of people truly disappearing as the women caught up on everything they’d missed out on in the others’ lives.

Ada was the first to be pulled away. She was found by one of the house’s staff — which blew (Y/N)’s mind…Tommy had staff now?! — who needed her because Karl was becoming restless and ready for bed. She promised that she’d only be gone briefly and that she’d find Polly and (Y/N) again as soon as she was finished.

Polly got pulled away too. Tommy needed her to meet a prospective business partner. He greeted (Y/N) warmly — after he realized it was her — and expressed his gladness to see her before asking his aunt to join him for a moment.

Now (Y/N) was alone in this crowded hall of people. She stood and did some crowd-watching for some time (people just being people truly fascinated her) before deciding to go and find some refreshments to indulge in.

But she didn’t make it to said refreshments table…and it seemed that she wasn’t the only person who was alone at the party.

Although there were people moving all around, it seemed as though she was the only person who noticed the small boy who was cowering into himself with fear present in his eyes.

Cautiously, and with a friendly smile, she approached the child, whose bottom lip was quivering. It was evident that he’d been crying. “Do you need help, sweetheart?” she asked him, keeping her voice calm and level in hopes to not spook him any more than he already had been.

The boy only nodded his head, his wide eyes matching hers. The desperation present in them nearly broke (Y/N)’s heart.

“Are you hurt?” she asked a question.

The boy shook his head, ringing his small hands together.

(Y/N) inwardly sighed in relief. At least he’s not hurt, she thought to herself, now what could be the matter? After racking her brain, she asked another question, “are you looking for someone?”

The boy nodded this time. More relief filled (Y/N)’s body. He said nothing in addition to his nod, though, so she still had some more questions to ask.

“A friend?” she asked, remembering that she’d seen several children running around the room earlier.

The boy shook his head.

“A grown up?”

The boy nodded.

Ok, on the right track, (Y/N) thought, nodding along with him. “Your parents?” she asked.

“M-my dad,” the boy finally spoke, his mouse-like voice breaking (Y/N)’s heart. What he said next shattered it even further into pieces, “my mummy’s not here anymore. She…my aunt said she went to heaven.”

“I’m sorry to hear that, sweetie,” (Y/N) gave her condolences with a frown. “How about we go find your dad, hmm?” she then asked, offering another friendly smile.

“Ok,” the boy nodded, reaching his hand out for (Y/N) to take. The woman smiled as she accepted it, and the two began walking, searching through the crowd for his father.

“Let me know if you see him, ok?” (Y/N) said to the boy. She’d just realized that she had no idea who his father was.

“Johnny there you are!” a young girl exclaimed, her eyes set on the boy (Y/N) had been helping.

“We were looking everywhere for you!” a second girl chimed in.

(Y/N) looked down at the boy, whose expression hadn’t changed. She crouched down slightly to be more on his level. “Do you know them?” she asked him.

The boy nodded. “They’re my sisters,” he answered, his eyes still focused on the girls, who were now approached them.

“Who are you, miss?” the older of the two girls asked once they stopped in front of (Y/N) and the boy.

“My name’s (Y/N),” the woman introduced herself with a smile, “your brother was lost and needed some help finding your dad.”

“Well we don’t know where dad is either,” the younger of the two girls stated in a matter-of-fact tone, “but Johnny can come with us. We’re dancing.”

(Y/N) looked to the boy, who had calmed down significantly now. “Is it ok if you stay with your sisters?” she asked, her eyebrows raised slightly.

The boy nodded his head, the slightest of smiles now present on his face. (Y/N) smiled back, happy that he was no longer upset. But he caught her hand before she was able to stand up straight again. “Will you stay with us, Miss (Y/N)?” he asked in a sweet voice.

The question really wasn’t up for decision in (Y/N)’s mind. She knew her answer right away. Hell, she had nothing else better to do, or no one else she needed to see…so why not pass the time with these kids? “Of course,” she answered with a smile, laughing softly as the three children all cheered in joy. The little group wasted no time falling into beat with the music and dancing with smiles on their faces.

Unbeknownst to (Y/N), Polly and Ada had regrouped and were now watching her and the children as they danced.

“I wonder if she knows,” Ada queried out loud, watching her friend dance with her neices and nephew with a small smile.

“I don’t think she does,” Polly answered, shaking her head. A tight-lipped smile was also present on her face.

“You two seen any of the kids anywhere?” the voice of John Shelby came from behind the ladies, “ran off a while ago…haven’t fucking seen them since.”

Ada and Polly shared a look, both biting back smiles. John was able to catch said look.

“Well go on…share it,” he pressed them, his brow furrowing in annoyance. He didn’t have time for this…there were drinks to drink and ladies to charm. If they thought he’d be spending the entire evening chasing after his children, they’d be dead wrong.

“Your youngest was up with Karl. He was asleep when I went to attend to him,” Ada shared some information about Maxwell Shelby, John’s four year old.

“And the others?” John’s brows were now raised.

“They’re right over there,” Polly answered, pointing a finger in the direction of the dancing group.

John wasted no time following her finger and when he did, his world stopped. No. That…that couldn’t be her…could it? Questions raced through his mind as memories flooded back. God, she looks more beautiful than the day she left me, he was so entranced that he just about forgot how to breathe.

“John?”

The voice of his aunt brought him back to reality, and he shook his head as he snapped out of the trance she put him in. A hand went up to scratch the back of his neck instinctively, and he hoped that he could play off his staring. The grins on both of the women’s faces told another story.

“He didn’t hear a word you said, Pol,” Ada snickered, loving the fact that she was able to poke fun at her brother.

“Oh fuck off,” John grumbled, trying so hard to keep his focus on his family and not the beautiful woman that was still playing with his children. A silence fell between the trio and John took it to do just what he was stopping himself from moments ago. “I…I, uh, I should…” he stopped his babbling, clearing his throat and trying to regain his wits. Christ, just the sight of her had him babbling like a fucking child. “I should probably uh, probably go over and see how they’re getting on,” his statement sounded more like a suggestion…which was weird because he was essentially suggesting for himself to go and do it.

“Go on then,” Polly wasted no time in agreeing with her nephew, motioning over to where (Y/N) and the children still were.

“Yeah,” John agreed, like it wasn’t even his idea in the first place. He didn’t move though.

“Grow a pair and get on with it, John,” Ada snapped him out of the trance he once again fell into, still grinning at the fact that John was very much acting like a lovesick fool at the moment. In fact she hadn’t seem him like this since…well since he was around (Y/N).

With one last glare, John finally heeded to their nudges and started off in (Y/N)’s direction. Her back was to him as he approached, and she was dancing with his eldest son, Johnny. His daughters, Jane and Katie, did see him coming though, their eyes lighting up when they realized he was there.

“Daddy!” they exclaimed in unison.

The yelling of the girls made (Y/N) stop what she was doing and turn. Seeing the person who they’d addressed made the breath get caught in her throat. No. It can’t be, she thought to herself, her heartrate quickening by the second.

John was - also - back to staring again. He still couldn’t believe that she was standing right in front of him.

“Dad…dad, did you hear me?” the sound of Katie’s impatient voice brought him back to reality. He focused in on his daughter as he heard the sweet sounds of (Y/N)’s giggles. They made it feel like there was heat being placed on the back of his neck.

“I…I didn’t, sweetheart, I’m sorry,” he sheepishly answered his child.

“I was telling you that this is (Y/N). She found Johnny and then agreed to stay and dance with us. She’s really nice,” Katie explained again.

Her being referred to gave John the go ahead to look at (Y/N) again. This time he willed himself to stay focused and not get lost in the memories they shared together, or how beautiful she looked.

“She helped me because I was crying and didn’t know where anyone was,” Johnny shared, “she’s really friendly. I think we could all be friends.”

John couldn’t help but chuckle a little as he watched (Y/N) stiffle her laugh. “Yeah, Johnny, I, uh…I—” God you look like a babbling fool right now, get ahold on yourself, John-boy, was ringing out in John’s mind.

(Y/N) watched him intently, waiting to hear how he would address the past between them. Would he address the past between them?

“I used to know (Y/N)…we used to be best friends when we was younger,” he finally shared with the children, feeling silly for holding his breath as he waited for their response.

There was a moment’s pause as the three little Shelbys looked at each other. It felt like eternity to the two adults, who looked as if they wanted to say so much to each other. Soon smiles formed on the children’s faces.

“That’s great that you’re already friends with her, daddy!” Katie exclaimed, beaming up at John.

“When can she come over?” Jane eagerly asked, her question making (Y/N) laugh as her heart bursted with love.

“That’ll be up to her,” John answered, laughing at his childrens innocent questions, the heat still creeping up his neck.

“Your father and I will have to talk about it,” (Y/N) added her own response, a sweet smile present on her features. She then looked at John, her expression telling him that they’d have to find each other later to catch up.

“Please talk about it later, daddy!” Johnny exclaimed, a pleading look present on his face.

“I will, Johnny, I will,” he assured the boy, nodding both to him and to (Y/N), silently accepting her invitation.

(Y/N) was resting against one of the balconies on the side terrace of the manor later that evening when she heard footsteps approaching her. She didn’t bother to turn and look; having a good idea of who could be coming.

“You followed through with the invitation,” she commented as John came to a rest beside her.

“Always do, angel,” John responded, his usage of her old nickname making her heart flutter.

It was one that he frequently used when they were younger…she was always doing the right thing; always acting like an angel. John loved to call her it in a teasing manner and though she’d wrinkle her nose up when he used it, she secretly loved it. Tonight, however, he used it in a sincere manner, and it just about made (Y/N) weak at the knees.

“You don’t know how surprised I was when I saw you with me kids,” John admitted then, looking out at the grounds his brother owned.

“The surprise was pretty clear on your face, John,” (Y/N) responded, giggling as his eyes shot to match hers; wide in surprise.

“Never was good at hiding stuff from you,” he said in a sheepish tone, shaking his head. “How’d you find out about this?” he asked then.

“Ada found out I was back in town. She invited me,” she answered. John made a mental note to thank his sister later. “It was nice meeting your kids,” she said with a smile.

“They’ll probably talk about you for days,” he said with a laugh, looking away from her for a moment. “Only good things I’ve left,” he mused, his tone sounded solemn.

Silence fell between them as (Y/N) chewed on her bottom lip, wondering if she should offer her condolences or not. She didn’t know if the wounds were still fresh, or when it had even happened. “I’m sorry about Martha, John,” she finally said.

“I am, too,” he responded, looking down at his feet as he took a deep breath, “feel bad for those kids most of all. They didn’t really even get to know her.”

“That must’ve been tough,” (Y/N) mused.

“It was…” John agreed, “it has been,” he then corrected.

“I’m home now, so I’m…”

“You’re home?” John cut into her statement, his eyes widening as they found hers again.

“I am,” she affirmed, smiling softly before continuing, “I’d be happy to help you with your kids if you need at all.”

John smiled as he heard what she said. He couldn’t lie, he was suprised by how gracious she was being. There were a thousand words he wanted to say, but all he was able to get out was: “thank you, (Y/N).”

For her, it was enough.

Silence fell between them once again as (Y/N) wrestled with yet another thought; one that she’d been wanting to say since he joined her outside. After a few moments, she finally took the leap and said it.

“You know, I always thought we’d end up together…I always thought that it’d be us,” she made sure to train her eyes on the darkened landscape as she spoke. She couldn’t handle seeing John’s expression as it changed.

“I…” John hesitated.

“That wasn’t me trying to insert myself into anything. I’m sorry if it sounded that way,” she scrambled to cover up, not even thinking of how he could have taken her admission. “I just…I wanted that to be known. I spent too long dancing around it without saying what I felt,” she took a deep breath, debating on whether to add anything more. There was one more thing she was burning to say, “I had-have a lot of love for you, John.”

It took a few moments for him to digest what she had said. Never did he think that she’d be admitting these feelings to him. He always thought that he’d have to keep his boxed away for the rest of his life. But now she’d put hers out in the open, it would be silly of him to withhold his.

“Hey,” he started, wanting to get her to look at him before he shared his confession. His one word statement succeeded in getting her eyes to match his. “I’ve always loved you, (Y/N),” he admitted, his voice holding a sincereness he hadn’t used in a while.

“You’re being serious?” she asked, the corners of her lips twitching as she wanted to smile so big right now.

“So serious,” he whispered, smiling as he spoke.

“I…” she paused to let out a laugh, feeling so silly for what she was about to admit to him, “I really wanna kiss you right now, John Shelby.”

“Then kiss me, (Y/N),” he wasted no time in agreeing to what she was suggesting, slowly moving to rest his hands on her waist. He was gentle in his touch, silently letting her know that she could break away if she wanted. She didn’t.

(Y/N) reached to take hold of his jacket’s lapels before leaning in slightly. John got the message, meeting her halfway so that their lips could—finally— meet. The — what felt like — lifetime’s wait for this moment was most certainly worth it.

— Three Years Later —

“Katie!” (Y/N) called out, knowing that the eldest child was in the next room over. Her joyful scream was a distinctive one, and the woman was able to hear it amongst at least two others. It didn’t take long before the girl appeared in the archway of the room John and (Y/N) were sitting in.

“Yes?” she asked, trying to catch her breath. It was obvious that she’d been playing.

“I need you and your siblings to try and keep your voices down, ok?” (Y/N) kindly asked.

“Why’s that, mum?” the young girl inquired.

(Y/N) froze before she could give her answer, her mouth agape. Katie had just called her ‘mum’.

Thankfully John was able to step in and continue the conversation—because it had became obvious to him that (Y/N) couldn’t. “Because mum’s just gotten Ella to sleep. We don’t want her to wake again,” he explained, motioning to the baby that was sleeping on (Y/N)’s chest.

“Ok, dad,” Katie conceded without a fight. Both John and (Y/N) gave a soft thanks and watched as she went to leave. She’d only moved from the arch for a second before returning to say one last thing, “you should know that it’s really Max who was making all of the noise.”

Her statement made both adults laugh. “Go on,” John waved her off. The girl gave one more toothy smile before running off to her siblings.

“Did she…?” (Y/N) finally got out, surprise laced into her words.

“She did,” John grinned as he looked at his wife, “mum.”

It may have seemed like nothing special to someone looking on, but to (Y/N), what just happened was monumental. This was the first time Katie Shelby had called her mum.

(Y/N) and John hardly spent a moment separated since the night they rekindled their friendship…which quickly turned into a relationship…which quickly turned into them getting married and having a child together.

With their dear little Eloise being born just five months ago, both felt that their family was now perfect. But even though (Y/N) took on the role of mother to John’s four children in every sense of the term, she never forced the kids to address her by the name. Martha was their mum, and not even her being gone could change that.

One by one, though, the kids began calling her mum. Katie was the last to hold out. The eldest girl would always address her as ‘(Y/N)’, and (Y/N) was perfectly fine with that. Which is why when the girl used the ‘m-word’ just now, she froze in her tracks. She couldn’t help but blush as she looked at John, who was grinning like a fool.

“She called me mum,” she whispered again, more to herself than anything.

“She did,” John repeated, his voice soft as he smiled at his wife.

If it’s meant to be, it’ll be is the phrase that always gets thrown around. Luckily — thankfully — for John and (Y/N), it was meant to be.

MASTERLIST

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[wonderlanddreamer]

"Bite me, John Shelby."

Summary: "Wait, I didn't mean literally!" You get more than you bargained for when you playfully challenge John Shelby.

Warnings: Smut (kinda, don't hate me wifey...) Teeth, nails, tongue. MDNI.

The dimly lit interior of the Garrison was alive with the low hum of conversation and the clinking of glasses. You could feel the warmth of the whiskey spreading through your veins, a comforting and familiar embrace. The world around you began to soften at the edges, the faces of patrons blurring slightly as you took another sip, savouring the rich, smoky flavour.

Across the room, you noticed him—John Shelby, with his sharp features and piercing blue eyes. He was leaning casually against the bar, a half-empty glass in his hand, but his attention was fixed solely on you. There was a warning in his gaze, a silent plea for you to pace yourself, yet the hint of a smirk played on his lips.

"Are you tryin’ to get yourself in trouble?" he called out, his voice cutting through the din of the pub. 

You met his gaze, a playful smile tugging at your lips as you tilted your head slightly. "Depends on who's asking," you replied, raising your glass to him in a mock toast before taking another deliberate sip. The liquid burned deliciously down your throat, emboldening you further.

John pushed himself off the bar and walked over, his presence commanding and effortlessly confident. You're playin' a dangerous game, sweetheart," he murmured, leaning in close enough that his breath brushed against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine.

You chuckled softly, holding his gaze as you set your glass down. "Maybe I like living dangerously," you whispered back, your voice carrying the intoxicating mix of challenge and allure.

There was a moment of charged silence, the air between you crackling with an undeniable tension. John's eyes darkened, a spark of something primal and possessive flickering within them. It was a look that promised trouble, the kind that you found addictive and impossible to resist.

The warmth of the whiskey was starting to turn into a heady buzz, and despite John's warning glances, you found yourself lifting the glass to your lips again. His eyes narrowed slightly, a mix of amusement and exasperation playing across his features as you deliberately ignored his silent caution.

"You're gonna regret that," John said, his voice carrying a teasing edge.

You shrugged, the playful defiance in your eyes matching the smirk on your lips. "I doubt it," you replied, holding his gaze as you took another sip, letting the liquid linger on your tongue for a moment before swallowing.

John was close now, close enough that the heat of his body mixed with the heat of the whiskey, creating an intoxicating cocktail of sensations. He leaned down, his face inches from yours, and you could see the flicker of something dangerous in his eyes.

"You think you're smart, don't you?" he murmured, his voice low and filled with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine. "But you're playing with fire."

You met his challenge head-on, your pulse quickening. "Maybe I like the burn," you shot back, the words slipping out before you could think better of it.

John chuckled, a dark, rich sound that wrapped around you like a velvet ribbon. "You really are a piece of work," he said, shaking his head slightly, but the grin on his face betrayed the fact that he was enjoying this little game.

With a boldness that surprised even you, you leaned in, your lips brushing against his ear as you whispered, "Bite me, John Shelby."

His response was immediate, a low growl of approval as his arm snaked around your waist, pulling your back flush against him. "Careful what you wish for," he warned, and then his teeth grazed your neck, playful but with just enough pressure to make your breath catch.

The sensation sent a jolt of heat through you, your skin tingling where his mouth had been. It was a promise and a challenge all rolled into one, and you found yourself unable to suppress the shiver of excitement that followed.

John's teeth grazed your skin again, this time with more insistence, and the gentle nip turned into a firmer bite. The sharpness of it sent a shockwave through your body, a mixture of pain and pleasure that made your breath hitch. You could feel his lips curve into a smile against your neck, a satisfied growl rumbling from his chest as he sensed your reaction.

"What, you fuckin’ like that?" he murmured, his voice rough, primal, a low rumble that vibrated through you. The teasing edge in his tone was laced with something more raw, more feral, and you could almost picture the predatory gleam in his eyes without needing to see it.

A soft, involuntary sound escaped your lips, and you felt your face flush with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. John's arm tightened around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer, and you couldn't help but lean into him, drawn to the heat and solidity of his presence.

"Thought so," he continued, his breath a tantalising mix of whiskey and smoke against your ear. "You're too easy, darlin’."

His words were a challenge, one that sent a thrill of excitement coursing through your veins. The pub around you seemed to disappear, the noise fading into the background as you became acutely aware of every inch of him pressed against you.

John's lips brushed against your ear, his voice dropping to a husky whisper that was meant just for you. "I want you. Alone," he said, the promise in his words unmistakable, his tone leaving no room for misinterpretation. "Somewhere where I can show you exactly what happens when you play games with me."

The thought sent your heart racing, a mix of anticipation and daring. You turned your head slightly, catching his gaze with a smirk that mirrored his own. "Then what are you waiting for?" you replied, your voice steady despite the heat pooling within you.

His eyes darkened with intent, and he nodded toward the door, the grip on you firm and commanding as he began to steer you away from the bar. 

John led you through the bustling pub with a sense of urgency, weaving between patrons until you reached a dimly lit hallway at the back of the Garrison. The noise of the crowd faded, replaced by the quiet thrum of anticipation that hung in the air between you. He pushed open a door to a small, secluded room, guiding you inside before shutting it firmly behind you.

The click of the lock echoed in the stillness, and you felt a thrill run through you at the realisation of being alone with him, away from prying eyes. The room was simple, but the intimacy of it only heightened your awareness of John's presence.

As you turned to face him, you raised a hand to your neck, feeling the slight marks left by his teeth—a reminder of the intensity that simmered just beneath the surface. But before you could dwell on it, John was behind you again, his movements fluid and purposeful.

His arm wrapped around your middle, pulling you back against the solid wall of his chest. The heat of him seeped into you, a comforting weight that made your heart race. His other arm snaked around and a rough hand clasped your jaw, tilting your head to the side to expose the curve of your neck once more.

"You got any idea what you fuckin' do to me?" he murmured, his voice a low, rough whisper against your skin. The warmth of his breath sent a shiver down your spine, and you couldn't suppress the soft sigh that escaped your lips.

His mouth found your neck again, this time with an urgency that left no room for teasing. The pressure of his lips and the gentle scrape of his teeth were intoxicating, each sensation a spark that ignited the heat building within you.

You could feel the strength in his grip, the way he held you as if you might slip away, and it only added to the heady thrill of the moment. John's presence was overwhelming, his touch both commanding and tender, and you relished every second of it.

John's grip shifted, and before you fully registered the movement, he had turned you to face him. The world narrowed to just the two of you as he backed you up against the wall, the cool surface a stark contrast to the heat radiating from his body. The intensity in his eyes was almost feral, a wild, untamed look that sent a shiver of anticipation through you.

His hand cupped your chin, tilting your face up so that your eyes met his. The command in his touch was undeniable, and you found yourself holding your breath, waiting for his next move.

"You know," he said, his voice a low, teasing rasp that curled around you like smoke, "I never would have guessed a good girl like you would enjoy this so much." His thumb brushed lightly over your bottom lip, and his gaze darkened with satisfaction. "But I can see it, you're a wicked little thing, ain't you?"

His words sent a flush of heat through you, and you felt the truth of them in every nerve of your body. The awareness of just how much you were enjoying this—how much you craved more—was almost dizzying, and you couldn't help but respond with a soft, breathless sound that seemed to please him immensely.

John leaned in, his lips brushing against your jaw in a feather-light caress that made you tremble. He traced a slow, deliberate path down to your neck, planting teasing kisses that left your skin tingling in their wake.

When he reached the spot he'd marked earlier, he paused, letting the anticipation build before biting down harder, the sharpness of it sending a jolt through you that was equal parts pain and pleasure. A gasp slipped from your lips, and you felt your body arch slightly, pressing closer to him.

But John wasn't finished. He continued his journey downward, his mouth trailing a line of heat along your collarbone, each touch a promise of what was to come. With every movement, he seemed to draw out the sensations, making you acutely aware of the growing need within you.

John's hands slid down your sides with a deliberate slowness, the roughness of his palms a contrast to the soft silk of your dress. As he lowered himself before you, the intensity in his eyes never wavered, holding you captive with their dark promise.

He settled on his knees, the position somehow both reverent and commanding. His hands found your leg, lifting it with a gentle strength to rest on his shoulder, opening you up to him in a way that felt both vulnerable and exhilarating.

His lips began their journey at your knee, tracing a path of warmth and sensation along your skin. The kisses were soft at first, almost teasing, but then he would pause, and the gentle press of his lips would be replaced by a firm bite, the pressure alternating in a way that sent waves of electricity coursing through you.

The unpredictability of his touch kept you on edge, each nip a spark that drove you wild, and you couldn't help but let out a soft, breathless moan that only seemed to encourage him further.

As he worked his way up your thigh, you felt his movements slow, savouring each inch of skin as if it were a feast. The heat pooled low in your belly, and you were acutely aware of just how wet you were, the ache of anticipation building with every moment.

John paused, his mouth hovering just above a particularly sensitive spot, and you could feel his smirk against your skin. He looked up at you, the glint of mischief in his eyes unmistakable. "You're soaked," he murmured, his voice a teasing purr that sent another shiver down your spine. His hand reached out, fingertips delicate against the wet fabric of your panties before his hand slipped beneath them, gliding along your folds. The sensation sent a thrill through you that gave you goosebumps. John’s lips curved into a wicked smirk. The confidence in his eyes was matched by the playful edge in his voice.

 "You’re such a dirty girl," he murmured, his words a teasing admonishment that only heightened your anticipation. “You like it when I bite you, eh?”

His observation was a mix of amusement and triumph, and you could feel your face flush with a mix of embarrassment and undeniable desire. But the vulnerability only added to the intensity of the moment, a thrill that made your heart race. Feeling the flutter in your stomach, you nodded.

With a renewed focus, John continued his exploration, his lips and teeth working in tandem to draw out every gasp and shiver he could from you. Each touch was a reminder of the power he had over you, and yet it was laced with a tenderness that made your pulse quicken with something deeper, something more profound.

John's grip on your hips was possessive, anchoring you as he leaned in with a smirk that promised nothing but wicked intentions. The playful glint in his eyes was unmistakable as his teeth found the elastic of your underwear, tugging it slowly, teasingly, until the tension snapped with a soft flick. The sensation sent a delicious shiver down your spine, anticipation pooling in your core as he deftly moved the fabric aside, baring you to his gaze.

When his teeth grazed your clit, the effect was immediate and breathtaking. A gasp escaped your lips, your body responding with a surge of heat that left you weak and yearning. The touch was light, teasing, yet it sent shockwaves through your system, each one more intense than the last.

John's low, dark chuckle reverberated through you, a sound filled with satisfaction. "You’re irresistible like this," he murmured, his voice a gravelly whisper that seemed to wrap around you, pulling you deeper into the moment. The hunger and desire in his words were palpable, adding fuel to the fire already burning within you.

As he settled into a rhythm, his mouth moved with a precision that was both torturous and exhilarating. Each flick of his tongue was a promise, a prelude to something more, and you found yourself arching toward him, seeking more of the intoxicating sensations he delivered.

With every flick graze of his teeth, he unravelled you further, drawing out sounds from you that you didn't recognize but felt right. It was a dance, a beautifully orchestrated symphony of pleasure that left you breathless and yearning.

John's mouth moved with a deliberate sensuality, each touch calculated to draw out your deepest responses. His lips brushed softly against you, a gentle caress that was both soothing and electrifying. As he explored, his tongue followed, tracing slow, languid circles that sent ripples of pleasure coursing through you. 

He varied the pressure with an expert touch, sometimes light and teasing, coaxing soft whimpers from deep within you, other times firmer, more insistent, as if to claim every ounce of sensation for himself. His tongue flicked and darted, finding those sensitive spots that made your breath hitch and your heart race while his teeth nipped enough to keep you teetering on the verge of pleasure and pain.

Every so often, he'd pause, letting the anticipation build, only to resume with a renewed focus that left you breathless. He was attentive to every reaction, every shiver and gasp, adjusting his rhythm to match the ebb and flow of your desire. His mouth was relentless, a source of overwhelming pleasure that pulled you under, leaving you utterly captivated by the exquisite tension he built within you.

A soft whimper escaped your lips as he pulled away, a longing ache settling in almost immediately. "Please..." you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper, while your hand reached out instinctively towards him. But John was already on his feet, a satisfied smirk illuminating his features, his eyes gleaming with a mix of mischief and desire. He cupped your face with an urgency that sent a shiver down your spine, drawing you closer with a fervent pull. His teeth caught your lower lip, a playful yet tantalising nip that bordered on the brink of pain, without quite crossing it. The tension hung in the air for a heartbeat before he released your lip, only to capture it once more with his own in a kiss that was both hungry and possessive, leaving you breathless and yearning for more.

With a fluid, almost effortless motion, he cupped your neck and bent you over a nearby wooden barrel, the old wood solid beneath your hands. The position was both thrilling and vulnerable, your heart pounding in your chest as you felt the heat of his body behind you. It was almost overwhelming, a commanding force that filled the room with an intensity that was impossible to ignore. The air was thick with anticipation as he leaned closer.

“You want more, don’t you?” he growled, his voice low and rough, each word a dark promise that sent a shiver through you. There was no mistaking the power in his tone, a primal confidence that spoke to his nature as a man who was used to getting what he wanted.

His hands moved with an exquisite slowness, tracing a deliberate path from your lower back up along your spine. As he did so, he gently shifted your dress aside, unveiling your skin to his touch. The sensation was both possessive and electrifying, leaving a trail of tingling anticipation in its wake. He paused, letting the weight of his presence sink in, a reminder of the dynamics at play. It was a dance he knew well, a balance of control and desire that thrummed through every touch.

His palm glided slowly up the bare skin of your back, the warmth of his touch lingering with every inch he covered. Then, with a sudden shift, his nails traced their way back down, a deliberate and fierce descent that drew a sharp gasp from your lips. As your breath caught in your throat, he leaned down to the graceful curve of your lower back, where he began to pepper soft, tender kisses, each one igniting a spark beneath your skin. His lips lingered for a moment before his teeth fiercely sank in. Your body tensed momentarily at the sensation, the bite a sharp contrast to the gentle kisses that had preceded and now followed it. 

What followed was a display of intensity that bordered on sadistic. John's teeth sank into your skin repeatedly, each time eliciting a sharper gasp as his mouth travelled from the tender curve of your back to the delicate line of your hip. His nails followed suit, digging ferociously into your flesh, leaving trails of fiery sensation in their wake. Despite the mingling of pleasure and pain, or perhaps because of it, you found yourself breathlessly gasping his name, craving each touch with an insatiable hunger. Your fingers tightened around the barrel, desperate for something to anchor you as John's fervour was only heightened by the sounds of your pleasure.

"Fuck, babygirl..." he murmured, his voice a low growl as he stood over you, his hand gently grazing the fresh marks that adorned your skin. "This looks fuckin' gorgeous. All fuckin' mine." His words were filled with a possessive pride that sent a shiver down your spine. The absence of his touch left you yearning, a desperate ache blooming within you as you breathed out, "Yours."

The unmistakable sound of John's zipper being undone filled the air, followed closely by the sensation of his hand sliding confidently against the wetness of your clit, igniting a fire within you. He positioned himself with deliberate slowness, the undeniable evidence of his arousal pressing insistently against you, promising what was to come. "I hope you're fuckin' ready, darlin'," he whispered, a teasing edge to his voice. "I'm gonna give you a reason to need something to bite." His words hung in the air, a promise of intensity and passion that left you breathless with anticipation.

[kaivenom]

How the Peaky Blinders' boys dance with you

Masterlist

(All of the dances mentioned are real popular dances from the 20's, there are videos from youtube with original records if you want to check how they are)

Tommy Shelby

He doesn't ussually dance, he prefers to see you dancing and be on the corner of the room, just observing totally stunned.

The only time when he dances with you is when he needs to move around the place without raising suspicions or when you insist on it and later make him feel bad about leaving you on the dance floor.

His favourite thing to dance with you and probably the only thing is Fox-trot.

He always demands the band to change to jazz so you both could dance to the smooth and graceful rythm.

He dances slow and always looking everyone, checking that nobody does anything stupid while he is enjoying time with his partner, so everytime you need to remind him to look at you.

You can almost confirm he likes the music by the way his body swings next to yours, his fingers conecting with yours while his other hand travel firmly to your back.

John Shelby

He is a natural party person, he likes to be around and drink with everyone, but mostly he likes to dance.

And what better partner to dance that his partner itself, he always drags you to the dance floor for hours.

With all that energy and craziness his perfect dance for you both is Charleston, obviously.

The movements he does are the perfect definition of the dance, exuberant and wild.

You sometimes have trouble keeping his pace but it's always fun... and exhausting.

When he sense you are starting to feel tired, he goes to get a drink or accompanies you to take some air.

But don't be fooled, he probably drags you to the dance floor again later, at least he tries to dance things more slow.

You probably need another day without the kids to recover from the dance night.

Arthur Shelby

He is not good at dancing, he doesn't have sense of rythm so you both can't dance anything classified.

So, you go to simple dances like the Shimmy, with that you reassure him that he won't fool himself in front of other, which means a lot to him.

So, the Shimmy became your safe choice and make him want to go with you to dance.

When he tries new dance moves, everyone thinks that he is making new charleston move or that he is is drunk, usually the second one.

But at the end maybe it's not all dancing but it's surely very funny.

Michael Gray

He likes to make a show, he likes to show you off to everyone who has eyes.

Making it sensual and provocative is his passion so Tango is a must everytime you go out.

His body pressing against yours, his hands traveling to places very innapropiate to the society.

He always tells you to show your attributes to the him, which means the room, and that means to do move your legs and entangle it around him.

He also uses the dancing to assert dominance towards you and some times make you desire him.

Finn Shelby

He isn't very good at dancing but obviously not as bad as his older brother.

When the charleston stopped being trendy, he discovered the Black Bottom, just a little before everyone does.

So, when he starts dancing it in the pubs you were amazed, it was the perfect dance to hide his disorganized moves, but you were incredible stunned by it and rapidly asked him to show you.

In a couple of night out you both were the star couple of dancing but the dance was still new and nobody else did it.

A couple of months later and the Black Bottom was a trend, not thanks to both of you but now you don't need to ask for the music ... cause it's already playing whan you enter the pub.

It's funny and stimulating, probably because of both of you being really clumsy while moving.

[skxllz]

18+ / blurb

“ being such a good girl fa’ me.. ” his voice rumbled lowly into your ear form behind, hips taking yet another act of notion to snap against the plushness of your backside. It ripped a gasp out of your throat - that quickly was silenced by his thick fingers pressing down on your tongue.

mouth hung open, lips slicked with saliva and the dripping syrup of your own juices; eyes rolling and opening and closing and fluttering with rapture. you could feel every inch of him with each thrust he packed into your weeping hole.

“ aren't you, love? ” john's voice once more met your ears, making you whine around his digits. you had wrapped your lips around his fingers, greedily sucking and threading your tongue through the center.

one hand moved from your hip, to your hair; makeshift ponytail making do as he yanked your hair back to connect eyes with you. your own were watery; pleasure filled and fucked out. the two of you had been going at it for an hour now. “ my good girl - hm? ” john smugly grinned, rolling his cock into you deeper. it pulled another stuffy moan from your mouth.

“ look at cha’.. ” he breathed, nuzzling his nose to the place behind your ear; hair tickling his face. his orbs never left your beautiful face as he whispered his dirty musings, “ you look like such a whore, darling. a filthy little bint. ” the man's mocking, deep laugh entered your ears, forcing you to squeeze your eyes shut and keen a whimper in reply.

john didn't like that - he enjoyed watching your face. your eyes; the emotions that swirled in them. he couldn't see that due to your act of defiance and hated it.

“ mm-mm, ” his rough grumble seeded out, dangerous blue hues narrowing while he gave another yank to your hair. your eyes opened instantly, darting to meet his while you swallowed - your throat was practically pinching down to gurgle on his fingers by now. they were soaked in your little mouth.

“ you keep yer’ eyes on me, y’hear? ” john's eyes were so dark as he spoke, filled with a dominance you've never quite seen before. but you nodded nonetheless, the loose hairs around your face bouncing lightly with the movement of your head. he chuckled then, moving his hand to brush them away.

inhaling, john pressed a deep kiss to your temple. “ there... good girl. ” his praise had your heart pounding, “ now take m’cock like a behaved bitch, yeah? ”

[murdockcastleslut]

hello love, i hope you’re doing well! i was wondering if you could do the ‘zipping or buttoning their jacket for them’ prompt but with john shelby pls ? thank you 💗

hi thank you so much baby! i am doing well. i hope you enjoy this! | request info here

it was an early morning when tommy had called john and told him that he needed him. you mentally cursed your brother-in-law just wanting one day in with your husband but alas today was not that day.

you got up from your bed and threw your robe on went took him a small breakfast before he headed out and the children awoke from their slumber.

your husband came down in a navy blue suit that matched his eyes perfectly. you smile at him before turning back to the eggs you were making.

he goes behind you and wraps one arm around your waist and kisses your cheek.

"smells good angel." he mummers against your cheek.

"thanks baby, there coffee over there if you want." you lean your head against his.

"thank you, love." john gives your ass a cheeky squeeze before pouring himself of coffee and sitting in the table watching you and your backside as you cook breakfast.

a few minutes you are done and plate it up for you and your husband. the two of you enjoy the nice meal before it was time to meet his brother. john stood up brushing the crumbs of his toast of his pants. you take a step closer once her is done and button up both his vest and jacket for him.

"mmm thank you my love, ye didn't need to." he smiles at you.

"i know, i wanted to." you smile back at him.

he pulls you by your waist and lays a kiss on your lips before pulling away.

"i love you darling, i'll hopefully be done by one. Then we can take the kids out to the woods and frolic as you say."

"sounds perfect john. i love you."

[blakeswritingimagines]

Dating Yandere John Shelby Would Include:

He's a possessive and obsessive type, especially when it comes to the one he's obsessed with. He has a tendency to be protective and controlling, often going to great lengths to keep you close and ensure your safety. He can also be quite manipulative, using charm and charisma to get what he wants.

He's fiercely loyal and dedicated to the one he loves, but he can also be jealous and suspicious. He may act cold and distant, but deep down he has a sensitive side. He doesn't hesitate to use violence or intimidation to protect the one he cares about.

He's also prone to fits of jealousy and anger, especially if he perceives any threat to your relationship or if someone else gets too close to you. He can be quite passionate and intense in his affections, sometimes to the point of being overwhelming. He has a strong need for validation and reassurance, often needing constant affirmation of your love and loyalty.

He sometimes struggles with his own insecurities and doubts, which can lead to moments of vulnerability and clinginess. He tends to have a strong sense of ownership over you, seeing you as his property rather than an equal partner.

Another aspect of his yandere behavior is his tendency to be overly possessive and controlling in all aspects of your life, not just your romantic relationship. He may try to dictate who you spend time with, what you wear, what you do and don't do, and even where you go. He often sees himself as the ultimate authority in your life and may struggle to accept any decisions you make without his input or approval.

He has a habit of keeping tabs on every aspect of your life, often monitoring your activities and interactions with others closely. He may even resort to stalking you or hacking into your devices to keep track of your online activity. He’s also extremely territorial and believes that he owns you, often reacting aggressively to perceived threats or challenges to his claim on you.

He can be quite possessive of your time and attention, getting angry or upset if you want to spend time with others or do your own thing. He'll try to limit your social interactions or make it difficult for you to keep in touch with friends and family.

He also tries to test your loyalty, setting up elaborate scenarios or creating fake issues just to see how you respond. Despite his possessive behavior, he can also be fiercely protective, always willing to stand up for you and defend your honor.

He's also likely to have a deep-seated fear of abandonment, which can lead to clinginess and possessiveness. He might get distraught if you even hint at leaving him or if you're not giving him enough attention.

He's surprisingly good at masking his true feelings and behaviors when around other people, especially if he perceives it as a risk to his relationship with you. He can be quite charming and charismatic in public, but it's all a facade, hiding his darker side. He's likely to be quite possessive and protective, subtly asserting his claim on you even in front of others. He might also try to keep a close eye on you when you're interacting with other people, ready to intervene if he perceives any threat or competition.

He's someone who constantly needs reassurance and validation - he craves it like oxygen. He might often ask you to reassure him that you love him, that you're not going anywhere, and that he's the only one for you. He can be extremely insecure and paranoid about losing you and will demand constant affirmations of your feelings for him. He'll also try to reassure you constantly that he loves you and that he's the best person for you.

When you do fight, he can be quite intense and stubborn. Fights with him can be emotionally charged and heated, particularly if he's feeling insecure or threatened. He'll likely have a hard time backing down and will push back fiercely, refusing to admit any wrongdoing on his part. He's also likely to play the victim, trying to shift the blame onto you and make you feel guilty for upsetting him. He can also be surprisingly manipulative, using guilt trips and emotional blackmail to get you to back down first.

Rewards for him are likely to come in the form of physical affection - hugs, kisses, and intimate moments. He might also shower you with gifts and tokens of his affection, especially if he's trying to win you back after a fight or if he's feeling particularly insecure. He might also take you on special dates or outings as a way to show his appreciation and affection. He's very focused on making sure you're constantly reminded how much he cares.

His punishments tend to be a mixture of emotional manipulation and displays of jealousy or anger. He might give you the silent treatment, make you feel guilty, or get openly angry or frustrated with you. He might also threaten to end the relationship or isolate you as a way to get you to do what he wants. Sometimes, his punishments might also be more physical - he might grab your arm roughly, or even lash out physically. But his main tactic is definitely emotional manipulation.

His family is likely to be very supportive of his behavior, either willfully ignoring or even encouraging his more toxic tendencies. They might brush off his controlling behavior as his way of showing love, or even suggest that you need to be more understanding and compliant to keep him happy. They might also enable him by covering for him or making excuses for his actions, rather than calling him out on his problematic behavior, unlike Ada. They could also be completely unaware of the true extent of his possessive and obsessive nature and see it as normal love and care.

He's someone who absolutely craves physical affection. He'll constantly be seeking out ways to touch you, whether it's through hugging, holding hands, caressing, or even more intimate contact. He might also demand constant hugs and kisses, and get upset if you don't give him enough affection or attention. He's always trying to keep physically close to you, almost like he can't bear to be apart from you for too long.

Dates are likely to be carefully planned out and meticulously controlled by him - he'll want to choose the places you go to, the activities you do, and even the food you eat. He'll often insist on picking you up and dropping you off, not allowing you to arrange your own transport or independence. He can be very romantic and charming during the dates, doing things like showering you with compliments and gifts, but there's always an undercurrent of possessiveness and control. He's likely to get upset if the date doesn't go exactly as he pictured in his head.

For him, marriage would be all about solidifying his control and ownership over you. He'd be insistent on having a big flashy wedding, with all the bells and whistles - a way to proudly proclaim publicly that you're his. But behind closed doors, he'd likely want to keep the power dynamics of your relationship firmly in his hands, with you entirely dependent on him and submissive to his will.

He'd want you to have as many children as possible, mainly to further bind you to him and extend his control over you. But he'd likely be extremely possessive and jealous of any new arrivals, seeing them as threats to his position as the primary focus of your attention. He might even try to use the kids as a way to manipulate and control you, using them as leverage to make you do what he wants. He'd expect you to be the primary caregiver, while he maintains the role of the breadwinner and ultimate authority figure in the family.

If you weren't able or didn't want to have children, he'd likely be really upset and might even see it as a betrayal. He'd probably try to pressure and manipulate you into changing your mind, arguing that having children would make your relationship even stronger and more fulfilling. If you didn't cave in, he might try to use emotional blackmail or even accuse you of not being truly committed to the relationship. It would be a major point of contention and might even lead to big fights and emotional outbursts on his part.

"You are mine, understand? You belong to me. I won't let anyone else near you. They're all worthless compared to you. I have total control over you, and you will do whatever I say. You're nothing without me, and you're nothing to anyone else. You're going to stay right here by my side, where you belong."

Erotic humiliation - The idea of being degraded or treated as a mere object of lust during sex is a significant turn-on for him.

Hair pulling - Gripping his or your hair, either tenderly or roughly, during sex is a classic move that never fails to excite him.

Phone sex - Describing intimate acts over the phone, hearing your reactions, and imagining your responses is an intoxicating form of foreplay.

Cuckolding - Watching you crave and receive attention from another, knowing he's the only one who truly owns you...it's a complex, dark fantasy that draws him in.

Breath play - Cutting off oxygen flow through choking or breath restriction, the high from being pushed to the brink of unconsciousness is indescribable.

[f4iryd1mple]

Alright yall its time for peaky blinders sex headcanons 😟 18+ mdni!

Pls forgive me if this is bad im new at this😭

(Mi numero uno esposo🫦) tommy: -mating press kinda guy (yall saw him fuck grace)

-kinda vanilla ngl but he has a complex and has a praise kink (both ways)

-doesn’t necessarily LOVE doing it with silence in the background but he likes the sounds you make enough to tolerate silence

-this man would kill to have you cockwarm him during meetings (bot family meetings normal ones lol)

-loves head both ways

-69

-kind of an exhibitionist but like to show off that he scored the hot sexy desired amongst all in Birmingham y/n 🤭

-gives hella hickeys

(Mi numero dos esposo pero lo amo tanto <3) JOHN SHELBYYY

[btw if my spanish is ass tell me its been way to long for me]

-BREEDING KINK!!!

-loves the mating press for this reason

-loves the idea of you carrying his child

-fingers you to the end of the earth its

-unless he’s like suuuppppppeeeerrr horny he will try to make you cum on his fingers at least once

-didnt know he liked eating people out until he met you

-i saw this corn video earlier and he fingered the girl and ate her out then did a mating press so that reminded me oh John

-cuddles are mandatory after unless it gets interrupted he enjoys a few minutes of the nonsexual intimacy of cuddles

-gets horny from you in general

Last but not least ARTHUUURRRR SHEEELLLBBBYYYY

-rough fucking is the only fucking with this man

-its just his nature he tries to be gentle but fails

-loves watching you gasp when he fucks you

-above average dick size so its easy to make you scream for him

-this man knows where the clit is🗣️

-he may seen like he wouldnt know on the outside at times but he loves pussy

PLSSS give me some ideas! I do most fandoms

[zablife]

Seamstress, Secretary, Sex-worker, Spy

John x female reader

Summary: You've been seen with John numerous times and now the Shelby family is getting suspicious. Who are you and what's your true relationship to John?

Author’s Note: This was requested by a lovely anon. Tysm for the idea! I hope you don't mind that I wrote them as headcanons. I haven't had much time for full fics recently.

Warnings: language, mention of smut

🌹The first time someone sees you with John you're collecting the laundry, a large basket at your hip piled high with all his unwashed shirts. "Have we got a new washerwoman in town, Charlie?" Curly asks, scratching his head as he sees you passing on the street.

"Don't look like any washerwoman I ever saw," Charlie says ogling you.

��The second time, you're in the betting shop, nibbling on the end of a pencil as you think of a clever note to leave on John’s desk. Linda rolls her eyes as she complains, "Perfect, they've sent me another useless idiot who can't do simple maths." When you disappear, she assumes you quit. "Thanks be to Jesus for that," she mutters under her breath.

❤️ The third time your presence is much harder to miss, a sharp cry of pleasure erupting from the snug in the Garrison. "Has John got a whore in there?" Isaiah asked, turning to Finn with a wicked smirk. Their suspicions seemed to be confirmed when you left minutes later, money in hand and a smoldering kiss to send you on your way.

🌹 The mystery of your presence remains in the following days and soon Tommy becomes suspicious as well. “I knew he was spending too much time in Solomons’ territory,” he grumbles, pacing the floor of his office. “What if that dodgy fucker sent her here?"

"A spy?" Polly chuckles as she leans back in her chair.

"Why not use a pretty girl to turn his head?," Tommy reasoned with a huff of frustration. When she rolled her eyes in return he shouted, "Everyone knows John thinks with his cock!"

💌 The family meeting begins without John who appears twenty minutes late, stuffing his shirt into the back of his trousers. Running to the meeting from your arms is difficult enough, but now the entire family is boring holes into him, expecting an explanation. When they begin telling him of their suspicions, his mouth drops open.

"You being serious, Tom?" he asks. "All of you?" he looks around the room aghast. Slowly everyone nods. "Bloody hell..." his voice drops as removes his cap and drops into a chair crestfallen.

❤️ Polly begins to look worried, leaning forward at the table to ask, "John, if this girl is going to be trouble, we need to know."

"Always thinking the worst, ain't ya?" he answers bitterly. Then he shakes his head with a little laugh, which angers Arthur first.

"You fucking laughing at us? Finn and Isaiah saw you pay the little tart! What's that about, eh?" he grumbles, anger contorting his face.

"What the fuck did you call her?" John seethes, lunging for his brother. A scuffle breaks out between them which Tommy and Uncle Charlie have to stop before either of them can land a punch.

🌹 John straightens his clothes as he begins, "Yeah, she's my girl. But she ain't a whore and she ain't a spy for Alfie fucking Solomons either alright? Moved to Saltley two years ago with her mum. I had it checked out....'M not as stupid as everyone thinks." He sniffs and takes a look around the room to see disbelief still hanging in the air. "Why is that so hard for you to believe?"

Polly places a hand on his arm, "We're listening, go on."

💌John's eyes soften as he speaks of you. "She takes care of me, does the laundry and shopping, leaves me kind notes..." Eyes glazing slightly at the memory he turns to Arthur adding, "Sucks me dry, I swear to God. Yesterday I thought--"

"We believe you," Polly interjects with a firm nod. Turning to her other nephew she states, "Tommy, I think this item of business is closed."

❤️ You're invited to the next family dinner as a way to placate John, but also for the others to get to know you. When they do, they adore you instantly and John is rightfully vindicated. "Shouldn't have doubted me," John reminds them.

"I know. I was wrong to say you were only thinking with your cock," Tommy apologizes.

"No, I was thinking with me cock, but for once it was the right decision," John admits with a wink.

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[heavencanbeaprisontoo]

Living with John Shelby Headcanons

Warnings: Period-typical misogyny, sexism, suggestive language, John wants more babies.

Domestic Hcs

With this Shelby, you only start living with him after you’ve been married. He made it clear to you that he has four children at home and that they needed a mother more than he needed a bedmate. John can be brash and impulsive, but he takes his role as a father seriously… even if he isn’t always good at it. It was this dedication that drew you to him. You had always wanted children, why not start out with four?

John’s home is constantly busy, constantly noisy, and full of laughter. It’s not terribly glamorous, but there’s a lot of love in your new home. The kids were young when their mother Martha died, so they don’t fight you as much as you thought they would. 

John is pretty much hopeless when it comes to most household chores. He’s excellent at what he does as a Peaky Blinder, but he’s severely lacking in domestic skills. Can’t cook, can’t clean, and can’t fix much more than a leaky faucet. His kids were the first ones to warn you about all of that. But you ask him to help anyway, because you’ve seen how happy it makes him to accomplish these little missions. John wants to useful; he wants to succeed at fatherhood. So, you eat the burnt toast he serves and compliment his slowly improving handyman skills.

Seeing as how John burns water, cooking is primarily your thing. Expect John to invade the kitchen at every stage of cooking to steal a sip, a bite, a kiss, or a quick squeeze. To people outside the home, he’ll act like you being in the kitchen is nothing significant. You’re a woman, after all, doing women’s work. John’s just playing up his macho act. Food is a major thing for John, it represents love and safety for him. So, to see you in his kitchen, making him and kids a hearty meal just ruins him. 

He loves to take you and the children out to have a good time. Picnics mostly, because most indoor activities end with your little family being told to never come back. If you’re feeling like you need some time alone with John, he’s eager to fulfill your request. Just make sure to specify if this “alone time,” is an actual date rather than John dropping the kids off at Polly’s so he can ravish you in every room of the house. 

Relationship Hcs

John will deny it till the day he dies, but he only meant for you to be a one night stand the first time he met you. He wasn’t ready for love, and he had come to expect women to be just a bit deceitful. And then he got to talking to you, and you made a joke that had him shooting whiskey out his nose and suddenly one night turned into a week. One thing you learned about him is that deep down, he’s very tenderhearted. He loves deeply and grows attached to people faster than he wants to admit. 

Your man can be a tad uneven with how he responds to stress. Sometimes, he seems so easy going that it feels like he doesn’t take you seriously. Other times, it feels like he’s overreacting or being downright sensitive. The easiest way to insult him is to question his manhood. He loves to have fun and doesn’t always think things through, but he straightens up fast if you try to tell him he isn’t being the man you thought he was. John can get rather nasty at times about that. He is not above having a row with you about “who’s the one leading this fucking family.” John cools down slow and is extremely guilty afterwards… but he’ll never apologize directly to you. 

John cannot plan dates very well, at all. Tommy is the brother with plans, not him. So, naturally, he’s asked Tommy for advice in such matters. Your first real date with John was at a fancy restaurant in London. The two of you were still getting to know each other and he wanted to impress you, badly. You were both dressed smart as can be, the restaurant was lavish and romantic. John pulled out your chair for you, opens the menu, and freezes. Nothing on the menu was appetizing. At all. To try to save face, he asked the waiter to bring out their most popular dishes. The food comes, and you’re both picking at your plates with tight smiles. Finally, you say “Fuck this, let’s go to a chip shop.” If John had brought a ring, he would’ve proposed right then and there. 

It came as a bit of a surprise to you, but John is something of a dreamer. John loves to lay with you in bed and talk about all the things you two will do. He likes to tell you about the house in the country he’ll move you and the children out to. As you watch him list off all the things he’ll buy for the house, you can’t help but cuddle in closer. John gets such a big smile thinking about the good that is to come. It’s all very innocent. 

One would think a man would be content with four kids… well, John isn’t. He honestly got baby fever before you did. All it took was seeing you read his girls a bedtime story and he wanted another baby. Maybe two. Or three. 

[darklydeliciousdesires]

Baby Face - A John Shelby/Reader One Short Story.

Words - 2,742

Warnings - Smut below the cut, minors DNI!

You and your girlfriends, you have names for each of them. Names the don’t know about. Tommy is razor cheeks, because of course. Those cheekbones. Arthur is angry fella, again, self-explanatory, and John is... 

“Look, girls,” you chime, sipping upon your gin while discreetly nodding in the direction of the Garrison’s entrance. “Baby face just walked in.”  

“He’s so adorable,” your friend Marjie sighs, turning to you with a look of pure adoration upon her face. “I don’t know what I’d like to do more, mother him or get on him!” 

“Oh,” you snort, shaking your head, “it’s the latter for me. I would ride that man all the way to town and back!”  

Your girls all cackle, huddling close, Joan the next to speak. “Would you, though? I mean, he’s a bit too sweet looking for me! Dunno if he’d have it in him, to be as much man as I’d need!” 

You turn to view him again, catching his eye. He gives you an appreciative sweep with his eyes, winking. Turning back to your friends, you beam widely. “He’s got it in him. I know we call him baby face, but there’s a demon lurking beneath. I know there is.” 

“A shilling says you’re wrong.” Reaching into her purse, Winnie pulls out the very coin itself, slapping it down on the table. Joan and Marjie follow suit. “Are you prepared to put your money where your mouth is?” 

Rifling in your bag, you remove your dainty little purse, taking out the coin and placing it with theirs. “I’ll put my money there. My mouth has other plans.” 

“Oooh, you dirty cat!” Winnie shrieks, her brother, the man you needed to accompany you to the pub in order to be served in the first place turning, tutting and shaking his head.  

“All alley cats, the lot of ya!” 

“Oh, pipe down, our Wilf,” she orders lightly, giving him a nudge where he’s turned in his seat at the next table over with his lad friends. “We’re only having a bit of fun!” 

A bit of fun. You can guess with almost certainty you’d receive exactly that from John Shelby. Turning again, you see he’s still at the bar, drinking with a couple of the lesser famed Blinders, once again catching your eye. He lifts his chin, holding your gaze fast while sipping his whiskey, placing his glass down and making a motion with his fingers for you to go over. Smiling, you remain in your seat. 

He can work a little harder than that.  

The excited squeaks of your friends – who of course witnessed it – tinkle through the air, Joan holding out a cigarette, lighting it for you, her eyes suddenly widening.  

“Baby face on his way over! This is not a bloody drill!” 

Your heart somersaults, but you remain calm, feeling him arrive at your side. “Evening, ladies. Having a good time, are ya?” 

Looking up at him, you’re near intoxicated out of your mind by his scent, his eyes so much more beautiful close up. God, he’s simply divine. “I could be having a better one.” 

“Oh, ar?” he chimes, raising an eyebrow as he idly chews upon his toothpick. “Anything I can help with?”  

Your girlfriends snort with giggles, John giving them a fleeting look of curiosity before his eyes fall back upon you. He doesn’t wait for you to reply. “How about I get another gin in that glass for ya, and we go from there?” 

You stand, licking your lips, watching his eyes flit down, his pupils inking a little. You have to stop yourself from diving on him right there and then. “Lead the way.” He offers his arm, and you take it to a little “ooooh!” chorus from your friends, turning to give them a scolding look. After being escorted from the bar and furnished with another drink, one drink leads to two, two to three, the evening flying by as you get to know the third Shelby brother a little better.  

You find him to be sweet and charming beneath the veil of hardened gangster, and, well, cheeky as hell.  

“I gotta hand it to ya, bab. Those are some cracking legs you’ve got,” he compliments with a wink, looking down and back up again, his cocky smile broadening.  

You lean in close to him, gliding a fingernail over his defined jaw. “Why thank you.” 

His intense gaze doesn’t leave you for a second, turning to press a little kiss to your fingertip. “Yeah, your legs look amazing, but they’d look even better wrapped around me.”  

The signals you’ve been giving to one another have all led to this point, your smile broadening in an instant. “I have lodgings above the shoe shop on Bennett Street. Want to come and see for yourself how good they’ll look around you?” 

You’ve never seen a man see off a fresh whiskey quite so fast before. “Lead the way, love.” You know the Shelby abode is closer than your little room above Mr. Smedley’s Shoes and Leather goods, but you’d prefer to be in your own space with a man you truly don’t know well at all. Outside, you fall into step at his side, taking his arm again, thinking how gentlemanly he is, right up until he suddenly pushes you into an alleyway.  

You feel a little anxious at first, but the way he looks at you. Oh, look. There’s the demon you knew was lurking beneath the surface, spitting out his toothpick before his mouth lands upon yours. His kisses are whiskey tinged and lust dripping, all sweet heat and need as he pushes himself against you. It’s imposing, but not intimidating, his want for you melding with yours as the sparks begin to crackle further into illumination.  

“Come on, mister. You’re not shagging me in an alleyway.” Grabbing his hand, you lead him back out to the street again, John releasing it to wrap an arm around your shoulders instead, your own extending around his waist. The balmy summer evening still warms the pale, inky violet of night, the air pleasant, the birds still twittering as they sit on the viaducts above, turning three corners before you end up on Bennett Street.  

John Shelby has never been so pleased to see a shoe shop in all of his life, and the spring in his step confirms it. If not, the way he begins to lay hot kisses upon your neck as you jiggle the key in the side door lock tells you plenty. The entrance to the two lodging rooms above the is separate from the shop itself, a narrow staircase taking you up a flight, turning right into an equally narrow passageway.  

“Bathroom is at the end there.” you point, unlocking the door to the left and opening it to reveal your modest dwelling.  

“It’s your bed I wanna know the way to more right now,” he breathes, shrugging his jacket off, his hands impatiently moving to you, smoothing over your body, mouth still furiously heated at your neck. God, the raw passion in him. It’s almost enough to make your knees buckle, feeling your dress come loose in his hands as you step out of your shoes, turning to kiss him.  

He backs you against the door, hands pawing at you urgently, kisses full-bodied and blistering with heat. Your hands begin the desperate devouring of clothes, having his shirt unfastened in haste to feel his skin against yours, your body smoothed and squeezed in a touch that leaves you breathless. Your fingers rain trails of exploration over his chest, and the noise he makes as his tongue swirls with yours is pure sin, his touch slipping to your undergarments.  

He fights against the lace, a hand slipping within, pulling a gasp from you when his fingers brush against the petals of your sex. You whine at the tease, and he smiles against your lips, pulling from the kiss to look at you through a heavy-lidded gaze, watching the need dance in your eyes. He relents his tease, his fingertips gently stroking the slick of your anticipation, your head thudding back against the door.  

The wood feels cool and steadying against your body, skin heating up rapidly, a summer tempest beginning to swell as the stroking of your bundle has you purring softly, John’s lips returning to yours. His body melds into your curves, his cock hard at your hip, his touch rousing the little bolts that spark up your spine. He draws all manner of sweet noises from you, and he swallows back every one of them in each kiss, his free arm locking around your waist.  

Lifting you, he carries your barely dressed form to the bed, throwing you down, removing the rest of his clothes as you impatiently pull yourself out of your undies, your stockings shimmied down, receiving his pale skinned, freckle flecked, gorgeous body between your legs. His kisses trail your eager flesh, shifting, hands wandering along the path his lips map, settling at your apex and delving within your folds with a keen, firm drag.  

The wet of each lick has little pin pricks skittering over your nerves, the warmth of it catching quickly, your edges caught in the heat of his flame. The roll of his tongue over your clit is slow and full of heat, hands kneading in soft clench upon your thighs, the outline of him through the dimness of your room gilded in the last of the summer light still reasonably visible.  

He is a feast for your eyes, his wide back and well-bounded bum so peachy, it invites you to sink your teeth into it, if you weren’t so lost in the delirium of his mouth pressed so keenly against your sex. The heat he evokes burns you to your marrow, the scald of your arousal growing as every flicker of his tongue sends flames skittering through you. The addition of his fingers pushing into your cunt has a sweltering flush of pleasure twining through you, your hands reaching to rest either side of his head. 

Neatly shorn stubble prickles at your fingertips, your back arching as he works you with hunger, your dew sparkling upon his fingers. He twists them in a way that has your mouth dropping open, a sound you scarcely believe came from you filling the air, John’s lips wrapping your clit in a suck that is a gentle crush of pillowy heat to begin with, the pull intensifying, little glimmers rushing through you until... 

“Oh!” It tears through you, sudden and overbearing, leaving you trembling, your release still rolling through you as his tongue slows, your fluttering walls pulsing around his fingers, withdrawing them as he sits up, inspecting his sodden hand. 

“Fuckin’ ‘ell!” he rumbles, shaking the trails of slick from them, chuckling to himself. “Proper enjoyed that, didn’t ya?” He brings those fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean before grasping your thighs and yanking you closer to where he kneels, a predatory look glinting the blue of his eyes. “Think you’re ready to get fucked now, ain’t ya?” 

“You bloody better,” you mewl, hands trawling his arms as he lowers to you, placing kisses at your sternum. You can feel the head of his cock pressing for entrance, the tip breeching you, but all he gives is a mere inch before pulling back. His mouth closes over your nipple in a warm suck, pushing again, opening you around him, slipping back once more. Oh... you certainly were right. He’s a demon.  

“John, please,” you complain, and he has the gall to give you his most innocent, unassuming look. Damn that baby face.  

“Please what, bab?” 

You chuckle, but it’s pained, hissing a breath when his teeth close upon your nipple. “Please fuck me.”  

“I will, love,” he murmurs, mouth moving to your neck, tongue pressing against where your pulse flickers madly. “Eventually.” His teeth lock in another bite, cock breeching you again, a couple of inches parting your needy, soaking walls this time, twitching before abandoning you again. “Gonna make you desperate for it before I do, though.” 

“And to think, my friend thought you were so adorable,” you quip, body juddering beneath him, John laughing as his tongue swipes over the crescent of each breast, hands smoothing down your back.  

“Your friend don’t fucking know shit.” Indeed, she doesn’t. Your bet? Won already... and he’s barely been inside you.  

His merciless tease continues, and every second of it is agonising to your overstimulated body, your cunt streaming needily, yearning for him to simply fill you. When he finally does, you have to hope that Mr. Taggart, the other lodger there above the shoe shop is out for the night from the cadence of your wail, spread wide around the girth of the gangster who offers kisses steeped in sugared embers, fingers trawling through your hair.  

No matter how dangerous he is, you desire nothing more than to slap him when he retreats once more, chuckling at your pain. “Alright, fine,” he begins, turning you onto your side, moving to lie behind you. “I suppose I’d better play fair, save spitting me teeth.”  

He hauls your leg up so it rests in the cradle of his elbow, hand reaching to grasp his cock. He purposefully rubs himself along your slit, the gloss of your cunt smearing over his thick, veiny shaft, your whimpers reaching crescendo. You need him so badly, you are not above begging, but finally, he plunges into you fully, sating you beautifully. And oh, he feels sublime.  

His other hand reaches beneath your neck, turning your head to meet your lips in kisses that scald you, like a summer heatwave cutting through an arctic chill, moaning against your tongue as he arrows you so deeply, you see stars. The rhythm of his fuck is contained to begin with, each daggering into your soft, dripping warmth allowing you to feel every ridge of his cock, falling then into a tempo that has you gasping against his lips. 

The snap of his hips has your tits heaving, kissing back every little cry, telling you how good you feel around him, how beautiful you look while you’re getting fucked, moaning into your mouth as his hand slides down to begin stroking your clit in time with every deep thrust. You’re adrift from yourself, cast out onto the vast sea that begins to whirl, the storm that is John leaving you feeling unmoored entirely as he splits you deep and fucks you hard.  

“Come on, darlin’. Don’t be shy,” he encourages you, mouth moving to suck a purple welt upon your neck with a deep groan full of smoke and salt. “Let me hear you scream for me.”  

You feel the shiver in your muscles spread as he rails you relentlessly, his sweat slicked chest rubbing against your back as your voice breaks on the scream he fucks out of you, your waves flooding his shore as you come hard for him, every fibre of your being alight, twitching and beaming. He slows, giving you time to recover, sliding from you and turning you over, pulling your hips up before re-entering your molten core from behind.  

Your pleasure is still warming your bones as he begins to fuck you in all out, brutal carnal fury, groaning deep as he splits you around him, hands clasped at your hips, eyes fixed upon the sight of his cock rapidly assailing your soaking little hole. He pants hard, each twitch of his cock tightened upon by the clutch of your walls as he rapidly has you ascending again, coming with him as he paints your insides white, growling cusses as his release blinds him completely.  

You don’t even care about the three shillings you just won; all the prize you need is being turned and pulled into a set of strong arms, sharing kisses with your baby-faced demon as every drop of pleasure he so expertly bestowed upon you ebbs away.  

“Fancy letting me do that to you again sometime?” he asks, and you smirk immediately, turning him onto his back and seating yourself astride him. 

“You aren’t leaving here until you do it to me at least another three times,” you demand, leaning to kiss the centre of his chest, the vibrations from his chuckle tickling your lips.  

“Oh ar, bab. You can count on that.”  

[calummss]

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requested by the lovely @zablife . thank you for being so patient i feel awful but i hope you enjoy

prompt this was always how it was going to end

‘What is wrong with you?’

‘What’s wrong with me? What the bloody hell is wrong with you?’

‘With me?’ You stopped strutting, stepping towards his face. ‘Me? Are you fucking insane?’

John reached out for your arm, his tight grip making it impossible to walk off, leaving you in his embrace that no longer gave you the same warmth it used to. It was cold and wet, cold and dark. All you wanted was to go home, eat the food your nan had made you and sip a cup of tea by the fireplace as she talked about her golden age. John had apprehended you as you sat inside of the Garrison, patiently waiting for Pete to show up but as the clicking of the clock continued to burn into your head, you had given up and pitifully ordered four shots, all burning the back of your throat and you wiped your lips with saddened eyes.

‘Don’t touch me,’ you tried to pull back, your heels almost making you trip every time you tried to get away from him but he was also the one that saved you from the dirty streets of Small Heath. John had loosened his grip, enough to get rid of the burning sensation on the skin of your arm. His eyes were dark, no joy, no tears, no pain; just soulless.

‘You are mine.’ He growled at you not caring for the people that eyes the scene in front of them.

‘You don’t own me!’

‘You’re mine. Stop going on these stupid dates. Do they know you’re married? That they’re committing adulterous acts against me?’

‘We divorced, John!’

‘There’s no such thing as a divorce, sweetheart,’ he inched his face closer to yours, his hot breath clashing against the cold air. ‘Til death do us part.’

Your eyebrows softened with the released tension of your forehead. Who was he? What happened to John?

‘Pete won’t come.’

‘Why?’ You asked. Each second letting his words settle, his grip on your arm slowly fading as you tilted your head to look at him. Legs barely supporting your weight. ‘What the fuck did you do John? What did you do? Where is he?’

‘Receiving the punishment any man should.’

‘What the fuck did you do?’

‘I shot him in the head and watched all of his blood spill next to him as I watched life leave his eyes, his breathing stop, as he looked at me and realised that the last thing he would see was me.’

You stared at John processing what he said. Going over every word he had just uttered, not realising that your shaking hand had made its way to your lips, anxiously pulling the skin. And then it dawned on you… ‘Freddie, Roy, Kennedy, Albert…they never showed up, they…never returned any of my calls…John, what did you do?…Oh no no no,’ your tears silently fell.

‘Do you think I share what is mine?’

Sobs

‘If you think it was ever going to end any other way you are a stupid girl. This is how it was always going to end. You can run as far away as you want. Date who you want. Kiss who you want. But I will always find you. And I will take back what is mine. Always’

[runnning-outof-time]

GIF blurb 4?

Still loving these gif blurbs you’ve sent - they did exactly what I needed them to!! I’m going to show John some love with this one!!

Nothing Better Than Coming Home

John Shelby x Reader

(Y/N) was still awake when she felt his side of the bed dip. The room was completely dark, so she blindly turned and reached her arm over until it collided with a body.

She was able to smell the smoke on his skin. On other occasions she’d wrinkle her nose at it and tell him to go bathe, but tonight she was just happy to have him home.

These late evenings were part of John’s job in the family business, and god only knows what filled them up. (Y/N) didn’t want to know, so long as he came home at the end of them.

“You’re still awake, sweetheart?” John’s voice was gruff against the silence in the room.

“Yeah,” (Y/N) answered, her single word response coming out as a breath.

“Hope you weren’t waitin’ up for me.”

“I wasn’t,” she told a partial truth, “can always tell when you come home.”

“I can go wash off if the smell’s botherin’ you,” he offered, although he made no effort to move.

“No,” she breathed, “stay.” With that, she tightened her hold on him, pressing her face against his shoulderblade.

John silently obliged, blindly finding her hand and so that he could tangle their fingers together before he let out a breath of content.

There was nothing better than coming home.

This one got a little long on me…hope y’all don’t mind. I’d love to know what you thought of it! — adding my John taglist below the cut.

Tagged: @the-anxious-youth @mystcldydrms @look-at-the-soul @mrsalwayswrite @julkaamazing

@evita-shelby @lilyrachelcassidy @theshelbyslimited @peakyswritings @watercolorskyy

@strayrockette @peakyduchesss @alexxavicry @stevie75 @dark-academia-slut

@zablife @cillmequick @letal-y-poetica @depxiety @shelundeadxxxx

@red-riding-wood @padfootdaredmetoo @crabat-the-queen @sebastianstangirl01 @everythingelseisextra

@kmc1989 @papichulo120627 @brummiereader @adaydreamaway08 @justrainandcoffee

@peakyltd @johannelis2302nely @ce1iat @wildheartsalwaysburn @dragons-are-my-favorite

@jessimay89 @slaymybreathaway @mysticalfuncollectorus @sleepyycatt

@darklydeliciousdesires (I know you’re not on my list, Claire, but I thought maybe you’d enjoy this little John piece)