#peaky blinder fixs

[thomashelbyswife]

Tommy Shelby serving total cunt in glasses requested by: anon <3

[madcrayola]

who's the cute guy with wide blue eyes and the big bad mmh?likeee🫦

[kgficz]

Safe With Me- Part 2

Thomas Shelby x Reader

Summary: You’ve been sent back in time, landing in 1919 in Birmingham. You’re busy trying to survive when Thomas Shelby approaches you in a bar.

Word Count: 1.3k

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Fog filled the air as you stepped out of the races, causing you to shiver. You wrapped your arms around yourself as you waited for Tommy to come by with the car.

Goosebumps were rising on your arms, partially from the cold and partially from your own nerves.

As soon as Tommy pulled up with the car, he got out and walked over to you. Without missing a beat, he shrugged his jacket off and placed in over your shoulders.

You looked up with a grateful smile before he guided you into the car. He didn’t acknowledge his own gesture, keeping his eyes on the road and ignoring how cold he now felt.

The ride back to the bar was quiet, giving you time to relax and appreciate the night sky.

Something about the night here felt so different; as though there were more stars in the sky.

When you reached the bar, Tommy helped you out of the car before you both walked towards the door. You unlocked it quickly and the two of you walked inside.

“Would you like a drink?” You offered with a shy smile.

He looked over at you before closing the door behind him and gave you a nod.

“I’m not going to say no to that” he replied.

You moved behind the bar and began pouring his usual whiskey. He sat down at one of the tables before you walked over, placing his drink down in front of him.

He took a sip of his drink and watched up, making mental notes to himself about you.

You could hearing the light sound of rain outside. You shut your eyes for a moment, taking in a breath and enjoying this sound.

“Come. Sit” Tommy said, gesturing to the chair across from him.

Your eyes snapped down to him before you took a seat, keeping your hands in your lap.

“What are you doin here in this town?” Tommy asked, feeling a certain curiosity about you.

You paused for a moment, trying to think of the right answer. “I’m here for work at the moment” you answered honestly.

The more you stayed to the facts, the easier it would be to remember what you’ve told him.

He nodded, pursing his lips for a moment and looking you up and down. You could feel how suspicious he was of you and it made you anxious.

You had no idea how to act around him. One moment he was flirty, the next it felt like an interrogation.

“And what after that?” He asked, giving you a slight smile as if he sensed you were uneasy.

“Uhh.. I’m not sure. I guess I’ll have to find out” you answered honestly, returning the smile he gave you.

“I’m still looking for a place” you added before realising he did not know you were staying at the bar. “Harry is letting me stay here until I have the money” you said quickly.

He raised an eyebrow at you. “Now why would a girl with no money, come to a town like this, and live at a bar?” He said, squinting his eyes at you.

He didn’t wait for your response, figuring you were probably not going to tell him anyway.

He finished off his drink and placed in on the table in front of you. Your mind was racing, wondering how you were supposed to keep up this lie.

“Well then” he said, standing up from his seat. “Thank you for accompanying me to the races” he smirked.

On his way out, he gave you one last glance over his shoulders.

You watched the door close behind him and let out a long breath, feeling yourself begin to panic. You were so screwed.

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The next few days went by slowly, at least that was how it felt working in this bar and wishing you could just go home. You missed everything about it, how you could say whatever the hell you wanted.

You were closing up again, Harry was already gone and left the keys with you.

He was the only person around here who felt normal to you; guess there was one positive in this town.

You walked over to the door to finally lock up when it swung towards you, causing you to stumble back for a moment.

A group of drunken men walked in; four of them tumbling over each other and already talking loudly.

“Hello hello, pretty lady” one of the men said, taking a step towards you and giving you a smirk.

“I’m sorry, we’re closed for the night” you said politely.

The other men began to stand around you, making you feel extremely claustrophobic.

“Aw come on, love. We’re just here for a bit o’ fun” another man piped up.

You could smell the alcohol on his breath as soon as he spoke which cause you to wince in disgust.

He noticed your reaction immediately. “Get us a bloody drink” he said firmly, reaching out and placing his hand on your shoulder.

You flinched from his touch before he shoved you over towards the bar. You felt yourself beginning to panic, not knowing how to get out of this situation.

The men stood close behind you, mumbling to one another and laughing. Your eyes glanced around at your surroundings and your breath quickened.

One of the men swung his around around your shoulder, pulling you in towards him; a drunken grin appearing across his cheeks.

You heart rate quickened as you tried to pull away. His grip was tight on you, making sure you weren’t able to get away from his hold.

“You’re fuckin beautiful, ain’t ya” he whispered in your ear.

“Get ya hands off her and get out” a voice said at the door. It took you a few moments to recognise the voice as the men turned around to see Thomas Shelby standing there.

The men holding you immediately let go, slightly pushing you away from him.

You stumbled for a moment and rested your hand on the bar, taking in a few deep breaths.

“My apologies Mr Shelby… we didn’t mean anything by it” one of the men said, holding his hands up in defence.

Tommy barely acknowledged their presence as his eyes were focused on you instead.

“Leave.” He demanded, making it clear he wasn’t going to ask twice.

The men practically scurried out the door, already regretting being in Mr Shelby’s bad side.

You were looking down at the ground, trying to calm yourself. Turns out drunken men are all the same no matter what time period.

Tommy reached out, gently lifting your chin. “You alright?” He asked, his face showing a genuine concern for you.

Your eyes locked with his; you gulped before your lips parted. “I am now..” you said softly.

“Can I get you a drink?” He asked, raising an eyebrow at you.

“I thought that was my job” you replied with a small chuckle.

He responded with a smile before moving behind the bar and pouring a whiskey, sensing you needed something strong.

He placed the glass down in front of you; his eyes were scanning over you to make sure you were okay.

You couldn’t pull your gaze from him as you took a sip, feeling mesmerised by his blue eyes.

Your heart rate was slowing down again as you placed the glass down in front of you.

“Thank you… for helping me with them” you said softly, referring to the drunken men earlier.

“They won’t bother you again. I’ll be sure if it” he replied honestly, his voice was stern but they way he looked at you felt warm and gentle.

You couldn’t fully understand how you felt around him. A part of you felt on edge, whilst another part of you wanted to be around him.

You knew he was dangerous. You couldn’t explain how or why he made you feel safe in his presence.

[crownspeaksblog]

Currently going through a Tommy Shelby phase that started with a fanfic tiktok edit of Tommy with one of Hannah Dodds characters, where they splice scenes from their shows together to make it look like one scene and it's very fun! I think I've seen something like that in other fandoms before but it was so small that i didn't register it as a "thing" that fans do until i came across various tiktok edits of Tommy Shelby with random female characters.

I haven't actually seen the show yet but on top of the numerous edits I've watched (and saved), I, a person who supposedly hates x reader fics have read an embarrassing amount of them! My current attraction hyperfixation on that sad, horrible man has over powerd my hatred of the term (y/n) til the point I read (and will continue to read for the foreseeable future) a truly embarrassing amount...

The annoying thing is that I've been spoiled on quiet afew big plots (it's my fault i know) mainly deaths and graces whole story basically but one thing i keep being confused about i who/what the fuck is Johnny dogs??! (Don't tell me) at first from the "he lays a hand on you he'll be meat for Johnny dogs" (hot.. so protective..) i thought that it's someone's dogs.. then i read a fic that made me think that Johnny dogs was one of Tommys henchmen, but then i read another fic that for some reason made me think that Johnny dogs is a Horse?!!! Honestly i can't wait to find out, that's like one of the few things I've not been spoiled on lol

[rinasunny]

There are two "I can fix him" genders

[this] and [this]

In a nutshell:

"I don't wanna fix him" and "He really DESERVES Love"

[cc-detained]

Despite My Despair: Chapter 3

Word Count:4850

Trigger Warnings : Historical acurracy , descriptions of violence and death,period typical knowledge / attitude of disabilities .

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( 3rd person pov )

As the rays of sunlight pass through the curtains ,Polly and Ada awoke with a start. That energy seemed to grow as they approached the dining table the thoughts of ideas wading through the miriade of thoughts circling through their heads . While Ada knew Ms. Jameson, they needed someone who could get anyone talking. Someone who knew the language of women, someone like John. Since it was known that he would be the most effective while he was still a Shelby, people could let their guard down around him .As someone with Ada’s  character would be met with suspicion.Especially from her.

“Hey, what’s going on here?”, spoke the man in question.

The two were snapped out of their discussion by the man of the hour. John  wandered around aimlessly, spuinting his eyes at the sun hitting his eyes ,clearly showing he had just woken up. Coupled with the clumsy way he was rifling through the cupboards, in search of something to eat.

“John there you are! We need you for something.” Ada says with way too much energy at this time of day.

“Oh?What for ?”John mumbled through his breakfast.

“We need you to talk to Ms. Jameson. About what happened yesterday at work.”

“Why?”, replied John with suspicion. Eyes blinking rapidly as they were trying to waken up and brows furrowed, John pondered where this conversation was heading.

What does this have to do with anything? And why would Ada want information from Ms. Jameson of all people?

“We think something happened to Cassius there but we need you to find out”, Polly answered as if she knew what he was thinking ,speaking calmly but with enough authority in her demeanor to leave no room for argument.

John stared back confused. More questions sprung to mind, his head swimming with thoughts about what happened to Cassius and on whether he had missed something there.

“Why don’t you do it?”John retorted to Ada slightly exasperated, of being so out of the loop of this situation.Especially since the task didn’t make much sense to him.Since normally this is something Ada doesn’t need help with, so why did she need him to do it now ? 

“She hates me since I stole her necklace when we were kids.” Ada quickly lets out.

Well that explains it. At least this would be fun , John thought to himself.

“Alright leave it to me.I’ll let you know what happens.” , John agreed  as he gets up to leave the house, thinking about the favours Ada would owe him as a result for his involvement as he closed the door on his way out.

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The pub was lively and bustling, people jostling in tune with the music. As the jazz band prepares to lead into another song that’s when John spots her Ms. Jameson, a lonely figure donned in a honey-coloured dress  matching her hair. Seemily isolated from the vibrant atnkrsphere around her . By idling by the bar, nursing a drink with a face marked with frustration, seemingly moments away from breaking the glass in her choking grip into a million small shards.

Taking one last breath , to prepare for the game. As the breath leaves his lips , his persona slowly appears on his face .

Well let’s started shall we ?

Confidantly walking over to her , pretending to look at the jam packed bar before he turn his attention to her.

“Oh Hello! Ms.Jameson isn’t it?” John approaching her with a friendly demeanor. His voice snapped  her out of her thoughts.

Ms. Jamesone turns to the sound of John’s voice, her face initially screwed up as though she’d bitten into a lemon before ironing out her features once she made eye contact with John. The irritation dissipating in the next moment, as though it was never there to begin with.

“Why hello Mr. Shelby”, Ms.Jameson responded in a soft tone, a complete 180 to her appearance moments ago.

“Please call me John.” As he moves to sit right next to her jumping on to the barstool with ease.

“Then please call me Jackie,” Ms. Jameson remarked carefree.

“So how are you finding this place ?” 

Jackie lets out a deep exhale as though in preparation for offloading a great weight off her shoulders.

“Great.With the week I’ve had, I needed an escape.”Her face implying she wanted to burn the building down or something if she wasn’t here.

“That bad huh?”

Letting out a chuckle in agreement, she remarks.

“You can say that again.”

“Wanna share?,” Turning the barstool around to face her directly.

“Only if you buy me another one of these,” Ms.Jameson replied, lifting up her glass in response.

Taking the glass to refill, John headed to the bar, whilst figuring out his next steps. 

Alright so far so good. She doesn’t seem to suspect anything but i can’t chance it. After all Polly will have my head if i fuck this up.

His part had only just begun after all. He would have to play this right to get the intel Polly wanted. 

Returning from the bar, John passes the drink back into Ms.Jameson’s trusty grip which seems more relaxed, downing the whole thing like a man in a drought. The breakneck speed causes a brief crack in John’s expression. 

Once “Jackie” managed to compose herself, John saw the opportunity to continue.Leaning against the bar as if he had no other care in the world.

“So you ready to tell me what happened?” using his signature smirk to put her at ease.

“Yeah..something happened to the madman at work,” Jackie softly spoke, recalling the reason for her odd behaviour.

“Madman?”, John needled softly.

“Cassius something, got into some trouble that Mrs. Jones had to pull him out of , it was nothing really but Mr. Wakefield didn't like it. Of course that arsehole would blow this up well out of proportion”, Jackie replied, the words escaping from her lips in a quick fashion as if she was afraid she wouldn’t get to finish.

“Oh?” John remarked,

That’s it a little more.  Knowing he was almost at the heart of the matter, his eyes glinting with satisfaction with how easy it was Jackie's eyes glazed from recounting the debacle and was too gone to notice anything. Let alone question why John seemed a too interested but even that was hard to tell.

“Yeah so he lost it on him, yelling. I thought that was the end of it until I heard a crash. When I checked I saw Cassius writhering  on the floor in pain with Mr Wakefield telling him to get out.”

“You think he kept it to himself?,” John spoke promptly, sensing that the tale wasn’t over but internally relieved to get to the heart kf the matter.

“If he was smart he would”, Jackie stated as it were obvious. As soon as she said that , dread filled John’s stomach at the implications of those words, steeling himself not to show of how it made him feel . What the fuck does she mean by that!? 

“What do you mean?” He asks casually as if he wasn’t hiding he really wanted to say. 

“Because Mr Wakefield has something over him.”

“What’s that?”, John asked, eyes sharp in calculation.

How bad is this ? Does he know ? What else could it be ? 

“The Colonies . If Cassius told anyone, Mr.Wakefield would tell the authorities that they missed one freak and he would be taken to god knows where.”

Holy Shit

Understanding the gravity of the matter but having no clue what say to that he simply replied offhandedly.

“Huh, interesting.” 

The pair were swept in a lengthy silence, in between which Ms. Jameson went on divulging the rest of her troubles which were meaningless in comparison which John had to stay for to avoid suspicion. Despite this all of it out the atmosphere was  filled with relief and a sense of calm.  In between feigning  interest in the conversation, John digests what he has learned.

No wonder Ada wanted me to talk to her. I hope Pol and her sort this out. God knows we don’t need another pain in the arse. 

When he finally  began parting from the bar his mask slowly fades with each step he takes. His true self starts to appear as he reaches home.

I hope they know what to do with this .

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Opening the door John  finds Polly and Ada at the table drinking engrossed in their conversation.

“Hey, I'm back.”

They both turn to see him looking exhausted.  Ada asks first

“What did you find out ?” 

Bringing his hands across his face to recollect what happened. 

“Well according to her Cassius got beaten up by his boss, a Mister Wakefield.” 

“Did she say why didn’t he say anything?”

“This is the part I hope you can make sense to you.Apparently he was holding the fact that he could send him to the Colonies if he said anything.”

Realisation hits the women , this wasn’t good. Polly pours herself another drink whilst Ada brings her head to her hands.

“Oh god.No matter he was in such a state last night.” she lets out as the events of last night began to make sense, looking over at John seeing that he is still confused.”I'll explain later.”

“Okay” 

“So what do we do now? turning to  Polly, putting the topic back on hand.

“We go see that Mr Wakefield , John can you make sure that no one reported Cassius to the authorities?”

“Will do. See you later.”

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The scenery passes by the window on the car.As Ada looks out the window on their way to the train station.

How do we stop this from happening again? After all this is over this can happen again.If someone gets pissed off at Cassius for the slightest could send him to god knows where.And we wouldn’t have a clue.How do i fix this? Anyone who sees him will notice him either by his actions or his skin colour.Heck no one outside the family associates Cassius with the family let alone the business . 

This was the main issue as Tommy refused for him to be anywhere in it and kept him out of it as he feared him being targeted and making him part of it ,especially now would be signing his death warrant.So how to do this without putting him in even more danger? 

I hope Tommy knows what to do with this. Everything suddenly stops. Turning to Polly who is adjusting her coat:

“Come on Ada , let’s show him you don’t mess with a Shelby.”

As they got out ,in the process getting hit with this cold air while they approached the train station,despite the hours few people were there. The building is large wooden which at first was nothing special compared to a factory but inside it looked completely different.The inside entrance had squeaky clean floors , where all there is to see in the room was fully working and not single mismatched thing in sight.Polly approaches one of the put together ticket masters behind the clear screen.

“Hello Mrs Gray,how can I help you?” The woman behind the screen was polite yet was trying to keep her nerves at bay.

“I’m here to see Mr Wakefield, do you know where he is ?”

“He’s in his office , do you want me to show you the way?”

“That would be great.”

As their walking Polly notices that the closer they get to the staffroom the clean , pristine area around them slowly turns into a tattered, and worn out one. Passong by the staffroom , Polly sees a better looking office up ahead which has writing  on the window 

Andrew Wakefield

-Head of Birmingham railways -  that stood out from its surroundings .

“What’s happening here?”

The women turn around to see Ms Jameson poking her head outside the staffroom.

“We’re here to discuss a potential deal with Mr Wakefield.” The distinguished one said as if they were here for a chat.

“Wait here , I”ll see if he can see you.” 

She turns to speed walk to the door which she left slightly open.Within the room hushed tones are heard but nothing decipherable . Suddenly she was back,with a plastered smile.

“Mr Wakefield will see you now.” while smiling nervously.

Polly and Ada go into the office, besides the plaque with his name and title the whole room is a mess with so many documents piling on the desk you can’t tell what colour it is . Seeing them enterMr Wakefield got up from his seat , with a welcoming smile .

“ Ah Mrs Gray, Ms Shelby please take a seat.”  While gesturing to leather seats that looked older than him.When they were seated in front of him he spoke again. 

“Would you ladies like some tea ? I could get Ms Jameson to bring some in if you would like.”

“ That would be lovely”.

“ Ms.Jameson!” He yells with a voice that is used to yelling.Ms Jameson arrives quickly and perplexed as to why he yelled despite the fact she was not that far from the door.  Shifting back to his sickly sweet voice.“Can you bring us some tea and biscuits?”

“Sure thing sir.“ Replying with a false politeness that hid what she really felt . After she handed the tea , Ada looked over to Polly as she took a sip , she gave a slight nod which meant one thing.

The game was on. 

He saw this as his cue to start talking. “So what can I help you ladies with?” Turning his attention to Polly.

“We came to talk to you about a potential business deal.”

“Oh?” Mr Wakefield’s face  shifts to excitement at this but is trying not to seem overeager. 

“What is it you have in mind?”

‘Well you know we pretty much own Birmingham but the one thing we haven’t really secured is transport. As it is important for the factories we need to transport goods as quickly as possible. And well, trains are the fastest way to do it through the whole country. We need someone who can sort this problem for us.”

“So where do I come in?”

“We need someone who knows how to operate and manage trains to ensure our cargo gets top priority, so ours gets delivered first over our competitors.That way we both can benefit.”

“Well i can assure you ladies you’ve come to the right man, after all they don’t make you the head of railways for nothing.” 

“You wouldn't mind if we ask you some questions , to iron out the details?” Ada speaks whilst cheerfully taking a bite of her biscuit.

“ Of course , what do you want to know?”. He says to matching her smile.

“Well i was wondering if this was to work you would need staff you can rely on. Do you have that?”

“I assure you that I do Ms Shelby, there’s one thing I don't tolerate is incompetence .”

“So if we were to hand a shipment to any of the porters you can guarantee it will be handled correctly?”

“Absolutely”

“Okay, how about we give the  first shipment to that one porter, Ada, what was his name?”

“I think it was Cassius Sparrow ,Pol”

At the mention of the name the expression of his face shifted from cheery to unreadable.

“Are you sure you want him to handle it?”

“Why not? Didn’t you say all of your porters are capable ?”

“ I did but while he is competent he isn’t exactly …. reliable.”

“What do you mean?���

“Well yesterday he had an incident at work so because of that I wouldn’t trust him with important cargo for a while.” 

“Well what happened?”Ada said, making it clear she was not going to let it go.

Taking a sigh he responds , clearly not happy about it.

“I had to discipline him the other day for not being able to handle a customer.”

“That’s all?” Confusion crosses Ada’s face whilst he says this. 

“ He got scared cause a customer was in his face, Mrs Jones our Station Mistress had to step in to save him. A fuckin disgrace that is.”

He takes a couple of moments to snap out of the brief rant that caused him to compose himself.

“When you say discipline what do you mean exactly?” Ada pipes up , trying but failing to hide her intent interest in the answer.

Mr Wakefield takes a moment to answer as the tone from Ada’s voice meant that this is no laughing matter, his face looks uneasy like he doesn’t exactly want to answer but knows things will turn out ugly if he doesn’t. 

“Just thrown him out my office and told him to fuck off . He says casually, or at least tried to cover his slight nerves at the shift in questions.

“And you think he’s not gonna say anything?” 

Energised by this Mr Wakefield began to explain in his stride.Sitting up , using his hands to make his point.

“I know he won’t. You think someone like him  is gonna believe him over me?” He emphasises his point by pointing at himself with his thumb. 

“Please if he tries anything , I can get him sent to the looney bin like that.”Snap

There’s no response as Polly and Ada takes this in.

“So why do you care about someone like him?” He says holding all his venom in that one word.

Polly pulls something out of her bag , a hand mirror and as she touches her face up:

“You see Mr Wakefield , we tend to protect our own and when something like this happens we can’t let it slide.”

“One of your own? How can HE be one of yours !? You’re telling me HE’S a Blinder !? He looks like a wonky door could kill him!”

“He isn’t a blinder himself, but he’s certainly a part of us.”

The blood seemed to be drained from his face as he took in the implication of those words.

Clearing his throat , he changed his act quickly after all he wasn’t gonna let that cretin cost him this deal.

“Okay so how about I compensate him for this misunderstanding.”

“Misunderstanding?”

His face locks on to Polly who looks impassive.

“I’m afraid that that won’t be possible.”

“What do you mean? What else would he need?”

“Nothing you can give him.”

“What do you mean?”

“You see Mr Wakefield, when you attacked him you undermined my honour.”

“But surely Mrs Gray we can work out this misunderstanding.”

“You call ,you beating up the man I see as a son a misunderstanding?”

Click

Polly cocks the gun at his face with a silent fury that even Athena herself would cower from. As this hits him

Mr Wakefield is paralyzed with fear ,realising that in that moment he fucked up.His survival instinct is in overdrive, looking  like a deer in headlights . As his eyes dart up he sees Polly step closer to press move the gun to his head.Hoping he can say something to stop , he tries to plea

“M-”

But she puts her fingers against his lips to shush him.

Then it dawns on him he forgot one thing Polly wasn’t Tommy.There’s nothing he can do to save himself.His fate was sealed the moment they stepped through the door.

She leans closer to speak , barely above a whisper.

“  so by the order of the Peaky Blinders go to fucking hell.”

BANG

In Polly’s eyes it is as though time slows down around her .His blood splatters on the wall behind him, some getting on her clothes.It takes a couple of seconds before his body gets the memo and crashes down. When time returns back to normal she gets back in the moment, looking back to Ada who remained seated.

“Ada , call the boys to get this cleaned up.” Ada goes up to the office phone as soon as she hears someone answer .Polly steps out to see Ms Jameson sprinting towards her,

“Mrs Gray! I heard a gunshot is everything alri-”

She pauses ,the blood rushes from her face when she sees the drops of blood on her blouse.

“Let’s just say you”ll be  getting a new boss.”

Ms Jameson nods , petrified of offending the woman in any way possible for fear of being next. Ada walks out of the office , who unlike Polly didn’t have any blood on her and to an unknowing person looked as if she was just leaving a meeting and rushing to get to the pub. Walking like they didn’t leave a corpse behind them she approaches Polly.

“Okay Pol,the guys will be here in 15 minutes.Is there anything else you need to do?”

Thinking to herself for a minute before speaking. 

“No, not that I can think of.”

She takes a minute to double check that she didn’t miss anything.

“ No there isn’t.Come on Ada , let’s get out here.”

So they go back to the car, casually as if they didn’t murder a guy minutes ago.

The car ride was mostly quiet as they were both deep in thought, the car stopping for a minute to drop Polly off so she could change out of her bloody clothes. As the car continues to go to the betting shop , Ada replays everything that has happened in her head. During this, everything stops.

“We’re here Ms Shelby.”

Wasn’t there like 10 minutes left? Oh time seemed to have gone so fast.Stepping out of the car Ada navigated through the road to the dreary looking shop that matched the look of the other buildings around her.

As Ada passes through the betting shop,the sounds of busy patrons and justling of money surround her which slowly quiets down with each step she takes to Tommy’s office.But now she is here , her nerves reach up to her.How would she tell him? How would he react?

After what felt like minutes she managed to calm herself, she would be alright ,no matter what happened he would have her back. Raising her hand to the well varnished wooden door.

*knock knock*

Poking her head through the door.

“Tommy,are you free to talk?”

As she peers into the room , Tommy is on the phone with someone, looking like he wanted to be anywhere else.”

“Yeah , give me a minute ”, he replied as he turned his attention back to the phone. “Okay, when is this happening? Alright see you then.”

Putting the phone down he takes a long exhale as if to purge his frustration out of him.

“Everything okay?”,Ada asks lightly as Tommy looks knackered.

“Yeah ,yeah just some pointless semantic shit.” As he drags his hands over his face, ducking his head down to open a drawer from his desk retrieving 2 glasses and a bottle of whiskey. As he gets up from his leather chair to pour himself a drink he returns his attention to Ada.

“Would you like some?” He says gesturing to the bottle.

“God yes.” The adrenaline from earlier switching to exhaustion.

He pours her drink , handing it to her as he sits across her.As he takes a sip from his glass he asks:

“So what did you want to talk about?”

“What happened last night with Cassius.”

Those words seems to energise Tommy as though waking him from his slumber.

“Oh? What did you find out?” With eyes trying to make sure not to miss a single detail.

“Turns out that it was his boss that did it to him.”

Tommy stares back in confusion , as he remembers how brutal Cassius’s injuries were. 

“What could he have possibly done to deserve that?”

“Apparently he couldn't handle a rowdy customer so the Station Mistress had to help.”

Tommy downs the rest of his drink in order to process this.

“Fuckin hell , so where is this guy?”

“You don’t have to worry about him , me and Polly took care of it.”

“Good.” He seemed to be at ease at this news.

“But we also found out why he didn’t tell anyone.” Tommy’s face immediately changed from relieved to concerned.

“Why’s that?”

“His boss was threatening to have him sent to the colonies if he did.”

Tommy didn’t understand how this was a problem.

“So? Why is that a problem? Wouldn’t that die with him?”

“It's a bigger problem then that Tommy , if anyone spends a few minutes with him they'll know he isn’t like us or anyone really. Then that could be used by anyone who wishes to do anything to him and we would never know.”

“So how do we fix this?”

“We need to make it public that he’s associated with us. That way people would be hesitant to harm him.”

“How do we do that without getting him more hurt? Ada we’re currently fighting a lot of people, that would be like throwing him to the wolves.”

 “Not if we put guards around him. “

“But how do we justify it? Anyone with eyes could tell he isn’t a blinder and he sure as hell doesn’t match the type of people that associate with us.”

“We tell them the truth that he’s protected by the Peaky Blinders as he’s connected to the family.That connection doesn’t need to be stated until you’re ready.”

“Right.”

“Though you should talk to him about this when you can , as the last thing we need is for him to keep things like this from us again.”

“I will but I don't know how I can deal with all that’s happening : between Kimber , the Lees,Campbell and now this. I don’t know how I can juggle this as well.”

“Look Tommy how about I keep an eye out on him for you ? Until this is all over.”

“That would be great actually.”

Moments pass as the two sit in comfortable silence,with Tommy leaning back relaxing in his seat.One Tommy savoured as a break from all the hecticness he’s been through the last couple of weeks.Moments passed when he was ready to leave this peace,saying:

“So is there something else you want to talk about?”Looking to his side at Ada he noticed she seemed sort of ..tense.Why is she like that?

Ada nods her head

“There’s something else I need to tell you.”

“Does this have anything to do with you up last night?”

“Yes it does.”

How bad is this gonna be? Does she owe people money? Is she being blackmailed or something? What could this possibly be? Is she injured like Cassius?

“Ada what aren’t you telling me ? Are you in any trouble?”

“No but promise you will hear me out before reacting okay?”

“Okay”

Tommy panics a little

Please don’t be hurt.Anything but that.

“I’ve been seeing someone.”

Phew while sighing in relief .

“For how long?”

“A while”

“Why didn’t you tell me this before?”

What reasons could she not want to tell me?

In the process he doesn’t like what he thinks.

Please don’t tell me he’s a cunt or something.While he trusts Ada’s taste he could think of no other reason for her to not tell him since they always confide in each other.

“I didn’t tell anyone.I was afraid of how you would react but it has gone to the point where I no longer want to hide it.”

Okay this means he can’t be a bad man right. Tommy thinks while trying to see where this is going.

A couple of seconds go by as Tommy processes this.

“So who is the lucky man?”

“Freddy Thorne”

More seconds pass as Tommy is quietly relieved that Ada chose a good man but there is something he has to be sure of.

“Do you think he’s ready for this? Because as soon as we tell everyone else there is no going back.”

“He is. I talked about it with him yesterday.”

Getting up from his chair.

“Okay gather everyone for a family meeting , we’re telling them all this.But Ada”

He turns to face her 

“Promise you won’t hide something like this from me again okay?”

“Okay”

With that he leaves the room.

1.5 Hours later

The entire Shelby clan have gathered in the meeting room,none of them having no idea what’s going on but on edge due to the earlier rift between the family.All the unspoken questions floating around the room.

Why are we here?

What’s going on?

Is this gonna make things worse ?

Will there be another fight?

Suddenly Tommy enters ,breaking them off from their thoughts,holding the door for Ada. 

“Alright everybody sorry to keep you waiting but we got to tell you all something.” Tommy and Ada stood in front of the others.Which was odd for Ada as she never did that, but the others in the room did not notice.

“What is it Tom? Did Kimber do something?”Arthur says clearly ready to act .

“No Arthur this isn’t about Kimber , this is family business.”

“What do you mean Tommy?” Polly chimes in, confused like everyone else to where this conversation is headed.

“Ada here, has something to tell us.”

Tommy gestures to Ada to speak while standing next to her to provide her moral support.

“I’ve been seeing Freddy Thorne in secret.”

As soon as those words left her mouth the whole room erupted in questions.

“For how long?”

“Why didn’t you tell us before?”

“Did he knock you up or something?”

“Everyone calm down” Tommy says as he interrupts this bombardment as it was going nowhere.

“Let’s give her time to answer.”

The new silence that hovers over making each second more tense as the last as they wait for the answers.

“It's been a couple of weeks, no i’m not pregnant and I didn’t tell you before because I feared your reactions to this but it has gone one to the point where I don’t want to sneak around anymore.”

Arthur stands up looking serious which is a rare sight in itself.

“I’m happy for you Ada,but if he does something , will you tell us alright?” He says leaving no room for argument.

“Of course I will Arthur.”

Arthur smiles at her understanding, turning back to Tommy with his usual demeanor.

“Is that all?”

“No their isn’t” Polly pipes up. This causes everyone to freeze where they were as no one knows.Where this is heading? Will this be another battle? If so, how will they not get caught in the crosshairs?

“Now that we know this I think it's time that Ada has some responsibility.”

“What type of responsibility Pol?” Tommy asks , hoping this won’t lead to another fight between them.

“Well I need some help managing the Garrison since Arthur’s not very good at it. Plus Ada could help manage the bar when I'm not around.”

“Sounds good. That's alright with you Ada?”

“Sounds good to me.”

“Alright , does anyone have any objections?”

“.......”

“ Then that’s that then.” 

Arthur springs up from chair.

“Now that’s settled, how about we celebrate Ada’s new role in the business?”

“Sounds good to me, can Freddie come?”

“I don’t see why not, he can bring Cassius with him.”

“I’ll go call him.

𓆙𓆙𓆙𓆙𓆙𓆙𓆙

Meanwhile……

Eavesdropping on the conversation from outside the room whilst being careful not to get caught.

Grace looked at the scene in front of her.Crap,why did this have to happen? She had planned to use Ada’s secret relationship against her but it's no use now that the secret is gone . It didn’t help that her past attempts to get close to Tommy weren’t going as planned. As  her previous attempts to get close to him were somehow failing as he seemed more interested in carrying a lunatic out yesterday than he had ever shown her in the past 2 weeks.2 weeks she has spent trying to get his affections but instead he’s more affectionate to a crazed man? What’s going on? At this point he should’ve been locked in so why was this different? Was it to do with that lunatic?Who even was he? Ada mentioned a Cassius. Was that his name?  She hadn’t got any intel about this guy from her handlers, a guy she didn’t even know about until yesterday? The guy didn’t look like he belonged at the Garrison especially since he’s coloured yet he was protected. Why would the Shelby’s care for someone like that ? And is this nutter seriously the reason I can't get close to Tommy? The guy who is an absolute nutcase!? I can’t lose to the likes of him . Whoever this guy is and what he is to the Shelby’s I need to find out when he gets here.

[gayjolynecujoh]

Watching peaky blinders has reminded me that when I was growing up my dream job was toxic marriage with a 1920s gangster.

[bluntfriend]

I really do think Thomas Shelby could fix me and my issues...

[pepsicolaprincesssxoxo]

too real.

i can fix him (no really i can)

[srryaboutallthatnoise]

Thomas Shelby | Destined to fall

[sullencrab]

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[kgficz]

Safe With Me- Part 3

Thomas Shelby x Reader

Summary: You’ve been sent back in time, landing in 1919 in Birmingham. You’re busy trying to survive when Thomas Shelby approaches you in a bar.

Word Count: 1.5k

Part 1, Part 2, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6

You were wiping down the bar in the middle of the afternoon. It was quiet, only a few people lingering around enjoying their beer and whiskey.

Sunlight streamed in through the windows, providing a warmth you were grateful for in the typically cold weather around here.

Tommy Shelby and his brothers were sitting in their booth as usual, isolated from the rest of the bar.

Their laughter could be heard from the back room and it brought a soft smile to your face.

Whilst thinking to yourself, Tommy walked out from his usual spot and stood across from you at the bar.

“Two more whiskeys please, love” he requested. His face was stern at first until he locked eyes with you.

His tough exterior seemed to break when he took in your features, noticing the soft smile on your face. When he looked at you, he felt a certain sense of ease as though he didn’t have to maintain his hard persona anymore.

You set down the two whiskey glasses in front of him and gave him a smile.

He picked up one and pushed the other back towards you. “That one’s for you” he said.

You looked down, slightly confused. “I think Harry may have an issue with me drinking on the job” you said with a chuckle.

“Tell him I insisted” he replied with a smirk before walking back over to his brothers and closing the door behind him.

You smiled to yourself as you took a sip from the glass, keeping in hidden beneath the bar as you continued to serve people.

-

~5 Months Ago~

You finally felt free. Travelling on your own through London.

You were walking through an old town, watching people walking past you and laughing with each other.

The air was cold, but your coat kept you warm; letting you enjoy your surroundings.

The gloomy weather felt comforting to you. You had never enjoyed the heat of summer back home, hating the constant sunlight.

You approached an old building, taking in the old cobblestone walls surrounding the entrance. You felt enticed to walk in as a soft purple light peaked from around the corner through the door.

You creeped in quietly, trying not to disturb anyone but felt compelled to enter. The light drawing you in from the outside.

As you walked around the corner, you saw the purple light coming from another closed door. The line was shining brightly through the cracks.

Your hand reached out, turning the door job slowly and opening the door.

-

Towards the end of the night as people were going home, Tommy walked over to you. His brothers had left, leaving a mess of empty glasses that you were preparing to clean.

Tommy was holding some of the empty glasses in his hand, bringing them up to the bar to help you. He was the last person left in the bar as usual.

He fell into a bit of a routine, staying back late to have a whiskey and talk with you. You had been grateful that he’d eased up on the questions; his interrogating made you quite nervous.

“Are you still looking for a place?” He asked, resting his arms on the bar as he leant in.

You turned around quickly, raising your eyes rows a little. “Uh.. yes” you replied, unsure of why he’d ask.

“I have somewhere for you” he said, not breaking eye contact. “It’s a few streets away. It’s yours, on one condition”. He finished.

You felt yourself take in a breath, wondering if you should turn him down straight away. But the thought of having your own place was so tempting, you had to at least question him on this.

“Which is?” You asked, squinting your eyes at him.

“You work for me. When I need ya” he said before pulling a cigarette from his pocket, lighting the end and taking in a puff.

Smoke filled the air between the two of you as you watched him. You knew what he did was illegal. But how much did it really matter? How long would you be here anyway? You already had an escape plan and you needed to be smart about this.

“What kind of work?” you asked softly.

“Nothing illegal… if that’s what ya thinkin’ ” he said, as though he was reading your mind.

You let out a small huff as your lips curled into a smile.

“When I need ya to do something, I’ll tell ya” he said, letting his offer linger in the air a little longer.

“What’s this place like?” you asked.

“Come with me” he said, gesturing for you to follow as he stepped towards the door.

You walked around to follow him as you both left the bar. He held his elbow out to you and you place your hand gently around it.

It was only a few minute walk before you were standing at the door, looking up at a small building standing between many others.

He pulled out a key to open the door and gestured for you to walk in before him.

As he turned on the light, you noticed how small yet nice this place was. It had been recently furnished and the wallpapers were intact.

The kitchen was decent for this time and kept seperate from the lounge. There was one bedroom and one bathroom for you; giving you plenty of space to enjoy some time away from everyone.

You were taking everything in whilst Tommy kept his eyes on your, focusing on your movement and reaction. His eyes softened as he watched you, admiring you from afar.

You turned around to face him and noticed the smile on his face. “This is perfect” you said honestly, blushing a little as your eyes met his.

He stepped over to you and held the keys out. You reached out and let him place the keys in your hand, feelings his fingers graze yours for a moment. His hands felt hard, although his movement was gentle.

“It’s all yours” he said with a subtle grin.

You were beaming at him, feeling your chest tighten as you gazed into his ocean blue eyes.

“I have to be honest.. about my reason for this” he added, taking in a breath as his eyes scanned over your face.

Your lips parted, preparing to reply before he leaned in; his lips grazing yours ever so gently. You felt yourself press against him, kissing him back with more urgency than you had expected.

His hand cupped your cheek as he kissed you. His lips felt soft against yours, as though he was scared he might break you.

The two of you parted slowly, keeping your faces only inches away from one another. His eyes were locked onto yours, his lips slightly parted.

You were staring back at him; feeling surprised, yet excited by his actions. You felt yourself wishing he would stay. As soon as you wished this, you cursed yourself for even thinking about him like this. You were making things more and more complicated by the second.

His hand gently fell from your cheek as he pulled away a little more. “I’ll leave you to it” he said softly, giving you a warm smile.

You reached out without thinking, grabbing a hold of his hand as he was turning away. Your heart was pounding in your chest as you looked into his eyes, feeling some liquid courage from the whiskey you had earlier.

You stepped towards him quickly, bringing your hands to the sides of his face and colliding your lips his his.

His arm wrapped around your waist simultaneously, pulling you into him and he returned your kiss. Your body felt hungry for him, realising how long it had been since you’d felt like this. His hands were holding your back firmly, keeping you in place as you continued to kiss; savouring the taste of each other for a few seconds longer.

You were practically panting by the time you pulled away, keeping your eyes shut as you realised what you did.

Tommy couldn’t keep the grin from his cheeks as he continued to hold you close.

Your eyes opened slowly, locking with his. “..sorry” you whispered, worried you came on too strong.

“Don’t be.” He replied quietly, his hands sliding down your back slowly before he let you go.

You spent a few moments looking at each other, both of you realising there was no going back from this now.

“You’ll be working tomorrow, yes?” He asked.

“Yes..” you replied quickly.

“I’ll see you then” he said before turning around to walk out the door.

He looked back for a moment and gave you a warm look, wishing he could stay. He was there, and then he was gone; leaving you out of breath.

What the hell were you doing.

[mxpseudonym]

I feel like I need show recs now that Peaky Blinders is on hold. What's new and poppin' and hip with the kids these days?

[noahwylie]

bro. if the drugs cause nightmares. simply do not do the drugs

[queenshelby]

Siblings (Part One)

Pairing: Thomas Shelby x Half!Sister

Warning: Incest

It was around 10'clock at night when you heard a quiet knock on the door.  You couldn't help but feel a little surprised—and a bit nervous. You had never had a visitor this late before as usually your siblings were out, getting themselves into trouble, and your Aunt Polly, who had taken it upon herself to look after everyone, was in bed.

Your sister Ada, with whom you shared a room, had sneaked out earlier to see her boyfriend Freddy, so it was just you that night, alone in your small room, lying on your single bed, wearing a nightgown and reading a book. 

"Who is it?" you called out, your heart skipping a beat.

"It's Thomas," came the reply. His voice was quiet and calm. 

You hesitated for a moment, wondering if you should let him in that late at night. He had just come back from the war a few weeks ago and his demure had changed towards you. It was almost like he had become obsessed with you, wanting to keep you company more often than you were used to. 

Thomas was gone for five years and came back more handsome than ever.  He had a rugged jawline, and deep-set blue eyes. He wasn't tall, but well-built with a perfect gentleman's body.

The war had hardened him, made him stronger, but also wiser. He had seen the worst of humanity, and you could tell that it had affected him deeply. It was understandable; he had been through hell and back.

"May I come in?" Thomas eventually asked, his voice still composed.

Without saying a word, you stood up and covered yourself with a robe , before opening the door slowly.

The light from the hallway spilled into the room, illuminating Thomas's figure. He looked a bit tired, but his eyes were still bright and clear.

"Of course," you said finally, as you walked back to your bed and folded your book closed. 

"I have heard that there was trouble today, at the docks," Thomas  said as he sat down on the edge of your bed. He looked tired, but fatigue failed to sap the confidence and dominance from his demeanor.

You sighed and nodded. "Ada told me not to go there, but curiosity got the better of me Tommy," you admitted whereas, the truth was, that just recently you began to involve yourself with Isiah, another Peaky Blinder and your new-found love had gotten you into trouble. 

"Curiosity, eh?" Thomas chuckled, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Isiah wouldn't have anything to do with this curiosity now, would he?" he then asked, his eyes locked on yours.

You looked away, feeling a blush creeping up your cheeks. "He never meant for me to get involved, Tommy. It just kind of happened," you replied quietly, seeing how Isiah took risks and those risks involved you. 

"Listen Y/N, you are a fucking Shelby," Thomas said, his voice stern but not unkind. "And you need to be careful about who you associate with."

"But Isiah is your friend, is he not?" you asked, slightly confused with Thomas's sudden change of tone.

"Isiah works for me Love. That doesn't make him a friend," Tommy replied curtly, his gaze still fixed on you. "Despite, even if he was my friend, I wouldn't allow him to be involved with my fucking sister,"  Tommy added, the veneer of calmness cracking a bit.

You sat on the edge of the bed, feeling a knot forming in your stomach. The way things were going, it seemed as though you had made a mistake. With the tension in the room growing thicker by the second, you felt compelled to speak.

"Honestly, I don't even know why I got myself mixed up with him, Tommy," you admitted, shame coloring your voice. "I suppose I was bored," you added as an afterthought.

Thomas looked at you, his eyes narrowing as he surveyed your face. "You're better than that, Love," he finally said, his voice steady and firm. "And if boredom is what bothers you, then I am sure we can make arrangements for you to work at the betting house," he then told you a lot more gently than before, placing some stray hair behind your ear. 

"Aunt Pol won't allow it," you  said quietly, not because you didn't want to work there, but because you believed that your aunt would not approve of such an idea.

"It is not up to Pol," Thomas said shortly, his fingertips  tracing the curve of your cheek gently. "But out of curtesy, I will discuss it with her, alright?" he added after a short pause.

Before you could respond, Thomas's hand dropped from your face, and he stood up, his presence in the small room suddenly overwhelming.

"But Y/N, if you are going to continue seeing Isiah...," he began to say and you quickly interrupted him. 

"Not after today," you replied firmly. "Not after what happened at the docks. I promise," you added, reassuring your brother.

Thomas looked at you, relief visible in his eyes. "Good. I'll hold you to that Y/N," he said before leaning down to give you a peck on your forehead.

You blushed slightly, shocked by this sudden display of affection from your half-brother. But before you could react, Thomas walked out of your room, leaving you alone with your thoughts and, when you settled back on to your bed, you couldn't help but wonder what just happened. Thomas and you have always had a close relationship since him and Arthur had assumed responsibility for you after your father got arrested by the police, but you have never witnessed such a display of emotion from him before.

As you lay there in the dark, the silence was broken by the moonlight filtering through the blinds. The light cast a soothing glow on the room and made the floral quilt on the twin bed look more inviting. Your mind was abuzz with thoughts, each one trying to get a different message across. You tried to silence them and focus on the recent events.

This whole situation with Thomas, your curiosity, the sudden shift in your relationship - you knew that it was not something to take lightly. It felt different, and you could not ignore the strange tension that lingered between the two of you.

You sighed deeply and turned to face the window. It was then that you noticed the stars twinkling in the night sky ever so slightly. They were there, silent and unassuming, much like Thomas. You couldn't help but wonder what was going on in his mind.

Thomas had always been a mystery to you, even before he left for France, but now it felt like there was a whole other person behind the blue eyes that you had grown up with.

Days had passed and you indeed started working at the gambling den , which was located in the heart of Small Heath. It was a bustling place, and it was chaotic during peak hours, but you found joy in the chaos. Surprisingly, Aunt Polly did not seem to mind much; she knew that this was one of the ways to keep you out of trouble.

While you were working there, your brother Thomas kept a close eye on you and as different men attempted to flirt with you, they quickly learned that you were untouchable, a notion further solidified by Thomas’s warning glares.

On two occasions, he even threatened gamblers with a gun after you were propositioned for a date, and it was clear to you that he wasn’t playing around. Thomas Shelby never made idle threats, after all.

"You do realise that most of these men are harmless, Tommy,"  you said to Thomas one evening, after you had closed the betting shop for the night. The sky was a deep indigo and the stars were shining brightly.

Thomas looked at you, his eyes sharp and piercing. "That may be true, but you are my sister and they need to show you some fucking respect,"  he retorted, his voice steadier than before.

"But Tommy," you began, still unsure of what to make of this sudden outburst. "I am capable of handling my own affairs. I can fend them off," you assured your brother who appeared somewhat overprotective of you.

"I am sure you are," Thomas agreed, a hint of amusement in his voice. "But what kind of employer would I be if I did not at least protect my employees from unwanted advances, eh?" he asked, one corner of his mouth twitching upwards in a half-smile.

"A pretty shite one I suppose," you admitted, returning his half-smile with a lopsided grin as he locked the door.

"Exactly," he concurred, shaking his head as you stepped onto the sidewalk, right by your brother's side. "Now let me walk you home. It's late," Thomas said as he always did when you worked in his betting house until after dawn. 

As Thomas and you walked side by side, the silence between you was comfortable, but there was still something that kept niggling the back of your mind. You couldn't quite put your finger on it, but it seemed like Thomas was hiding something from you.

Nonetheless, as you walked to the house you shared with Polly, Tommy and the others, you couldn't help but steal glances at him, trying to gauge what it was that was causing this strange behavior lately.

It was like he took a liking in you that almost felt, more than brotherly, but you decided not to focus on the matter and instead enjoyed the warmth of his company while it lasted.

Days passed, and your routine at the gambling den turned into sort of a normality, despite the occasional tensions between patrons and your brother that threatened to boil over.

On evening, at your house when you and Tommy were on your own, you ought to address it, his overprotectiveness and  the strange tension that kept building between you.

But, Tommy simply brushed it off and told you that he was simply concerned for your safety.

"But I am safe here Tommy, with you and the others," you reminded him, your tone gentle yet firm. "And at the gambling house, even if some of the customers are inappropriate, it is a safe place because no one would dare to fuck with you, Arthur or John and  I think you know that," you said, unable to mask the frustration that crept into your voice.

Tommy looked down at you, his gaze intense but soft. He took a deep breath before speaking, as if choosing his words carefully.

"Y/N, I know that you can look after yourself but, what I have learned over the years, is that no one is safe. Not here, not anywhere," Thomas said, his voice still firm but softer than before.

You stared into Thomas's eyes, feeling a strange mix of emotions coursing through your veins. Awe, admiration, and... something more. Something you couldn't quite put your finger on yet.

"The war changed you, you know?"  you said the words before you could stop yourself. 

Thomas sighed and looked at you, his expression filled with a mix of sadness and guilt. "Yes, I know," he admitted quietly. "I can't help it, Y/N. I've seen and done things that most people couldn't even imagine." 

You nodded, understanding dawning on you.

"No, you are right Tommy. I can't imagine," you said softly, caressing the scar on his cheek, causing Tommy to lean in closer, his eyes locked on yours. 

You felt your heart race as you looked into Thomas's eyes. There was something about him that made you feel safe, yet also intensely aware of your feelings for him. You had never felt this way about anyone before.

"But you know what's amusing though?" you murmured, breaking the silence that had enveloped the room as Thomas leaned over some more, his fingers lightly traced your jawline, you couldn't help but play along. "You are so overprotective towards me when it comes to potential suitors and there is almost no reason for you to be that way, because I never even kissed a boy before, so it just seems so absurd to me," you continued, allowing yourself to drop your guard, just a little.

"I find that hard to believe, Y/N," Thomas murmured, the pad of his thumb brushing the corner of your lips before slowly moving to trace the length of your jawbone.

Your breath hitched in your chest, hearing his low voice uttering your real name; you always felt an odd sense of familiarity from him, especially when he chose to use your given name, just for a brief moment. It almost felt like the two of you were not step-siblings. 

"No, it's true. I never kissed a boy before, Tommy," you confessed, the words slipping out before you could stop them. You didn't know what had come over you, but suddenly, you couldn't help but feel drawn to your half-brother. "What is it like?" you

asked, your lips barely moving as Thomas continued to trace a path along your jawline.

"What's what like?" Thomas asked, his voice low and husky, as he leaned in even closer to you.

"Kissing," you clarified, a slight blush creeping up your cheeks as you admitted this.

Thomas seemed taken aback by the question, his gaze lingering briefly on your lips before meeting your eyes again.

"I guess it depends on who you are kissing," he finally said, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Sometimes, it's just a kiss and it feels like nothing because it means nothing. But other times, it's more than that. It can be a way to express your feelings for someone. To show them how much you care about them," Thomas explained, his gaze still locked on yours.

"Do you think you could show me?" you whispered, surprising yourself with your own boldness.

Thomas's eyes narrowed as he looked at you, taking in your flushed cheeks and the way your breathing had quickened.

"Seeing that you are my sister, that would be inappropriate, don't you think?"  Thomas said, a subtle hint of amusement in his voice. 

"It's just a kiss, Tommy," you replied, a nervous laugh escaping your lips. "And no one needs to know," you continued, your heart pounding in your chest as you confessed this vulnerable part of yourself to your brother.

Thomas looked at you, his eyes searching yours as he processed your words. You could see the wheels turning in his head, and for a moment, you wondered if he was going to tell you no . But then something shifted in his gaze, a heat that made your heart race.

"Alright. Fuck it," Thomas muttered, his hand reaching up to cup your cheek as he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours.

You gasped slightly, surprised by how sudden the kiss was and how soft and gentle his lips were.

Your  hands reached up to grip his arms, feeling the firm muscles beneath your fingertips as you leaned into the kiss. Thomas's other hand reached up to tangle in your hair, pulling you closer as he deepened the kiss.

Not knowing what to do, you followed his lead and when he parted his lips, you did the same before tentatively touching your tongue to his, experimenting with the new sensation. 

Your brother's lips were warm and as the kiss deepened, you felt a fire ignite within you, spreading from your core to every inch of your body. Your heart was racing as Thomas's hand dropped down from your hair, tracing a path around your neck as he deepened the kiss once more before, suddenly,  he pulled away.

You stared at Thomas, your lips still tingling from the kiss. You could see a storm of emotions raging within his eyes, but you couldn't quite decipher what he was feeling. Was it guilt? Shock? Excitement? Pleasure?

"I am sorry Love, but I have business to attend to," he told you with a horse  voice, his breathing heavy and uneven from the kiss.

You nodded, trying to catch your breath as well. You could feel a blush spreading across your cheeks as you moved away from him, giving him some much-needed space. Thomas looked at you, his eyes heated with desire, before turning away and leaving the room without another word.

Even after he had left. a jolt of pleasurable heat still lingered on your lips where Thomas’s mouth had just been, you couldn’t believe what had just happened. Your stepbrother, fucking Thomas, he had just kissed you and you didn’t know if you should feel guilty about it or if you should be elated.

“You’re an idiot,” you muttered to yourself as you ran your fingers through your hair, still feeling dazed. Your mind was racing, replaying the image of Thomas kissing you, over and over again.

Your lips were still tingling from the contact, but the room felt cold and empty once he left, leaving you alone with your tumultuous thoughts.

You couldn't believe what had just happened. Thomas had kissed you. He fucking kissed you and you were the one that had asked him to do it. 

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[pacifymebby]

hello! Long time reader first time ask.

perhaps a peaky blinder boys x reader whose love language is bitting?

-🧛‍♀️ anon

(If emoji anons are allowed of course❤️)

Hello I absolutely love this because biting is definitely one of my love languages haha

Warnings: lots of fluff in this but it does get NSFW in places, mentions of blood in Arthurs.

Tommy

🌿 Is not at all surprised when you bite him for the first time, he's so sharp an observer of people and their habits that before you were even particularly close he had been able to tell you were a "biter"

🌿 And he couldn't help but feel a little more drawn to you for it... He would find himself watching you, your smile, the way you bite your lip or your thumb when you're concentrating, the way you're so often biting your thumb or finger when he catches you looking at him...

🌿 And he's measuring his worth based on how long it takes for you to finally drop your guard and sink your teeth into his shoulder or neck when you're cuddled against him...

🌿 The man is quietly tortured waiting for it to happen because he knows that it's your love language, he just Knows it, and he needs you to do it to him so that he knows you really love him... The man is desperate...

🌿 He gets a little bit hopeful every time you nuzzle into him... Every time you kiss his shoulder or his hand when he's cupping your cheek...

🌿 In fact he gives you every opportunity to, always guiding your head to the crook of his neck when you're hugging, always letting his fingers and thumbs stray a little close to your mouth... Inviting you to sink your teeth into him...

🌿 But you know what Tommy is like, he'll never out and out ask you, he wants you to do it without thinking, so instinctively...so he knows it's real... If he asks you he'll never quite be sure that you're doing it because you love him,or because the trust is there, he'll always be left wondering whether you're simply obliging his request...

🌿 So he has to be patient, and contrary to common belief Tommy is sometimes capable of patience... Especially when it comes to things like this, slow, careful things. Slowly, delicately chipping away at your composure, your self conscious outer shell that stops you reacting instinctively to his affections... For a long time he can tell you're holding back...

🌿 And then when it finally happens he's surprised, because you drop your guard seemingly out of nowhere, coming up behind him at the foot of the bed one morning when he's trying to fix the cuffs on his unbuttoned shirt. Your arms wrap around his waist and you stand on your tiptoes nuzzling into his neck... You catch yourself by surprise too, thinking you're only going to give him a little goodbye kiss...

🌿 But instead your first shy kiss skims his jaw only to be followed by another, this one pressed to the vein in his neck. And then you smile, a toothy smile into his shoulder and his heartbeat begins to pick up as he realises what's about to happen.

🌿 your teeth hover over his neck, he can feel the warmth of your breath as you think about it, almost getting shy... And then you graze your teeth over his skin, such a hesitant gentle drag... He wonders if perhaps you're going to shy away even now, his breath caught in his throat.

🌿 And then when you sink your teeth into him, your delicate bite sends a wash of relief through his body, warmth radiating through him from the delicate spot on his neck where you hold a little bit of him between your teeth.

🌿 "That's an interesting way of saying good morning angel..." He teases you as he turns around to kiss you. You're blushing and he realises then that you might take his teasing to be a scolding... That you might never bite him like that again. So he quickly adds, "not a complaint..."

🌿 He seriously loves it! The first time you bite him like that his heart soars... It's a silly thing to be quite so obsessed with and he knows it, but he finally feels secure in your affections when you do this, sees this as you finally trusting him enough to reveal yourself to him... He's not wrong either, it takes a little time for you to feel comfortable enough to want to sink your teeth into someone and you certainly don't waste your affection on just anyone... It takes a specific kind of nurture to make you feel comfortable enough to bite like that, and so when you do, and can see Tommy likes it, is happy for you to nibble on his shoulder like that, well your heart soars too. You get this toothy grin on your face and giggle and then immediately go to do it again.

🌿 From then on you bite more and more regularly, mostly just soft little nips when you want more attention than he's giving you... When he's sitting in his armchair with you in his lap, more focussed on the book he's reading than you... When you're out walking and you want to stop and be kissed at the side of the path... When you're first waking up in the morning and you're all sleepy and bursting with affection for him...

🌿 He loves how you nibble on his bottom lip when you're kissing, how you'll nuzzle into his neck peppering kisses over his skin and then graze your teeth along his pulse before drawing a little of him into your mouth... He loves the possessive nature of your bites, likes to feel as though you're laying some kind of claim on him.

🌿 He doesn't bite you back however because he's scared of hurting or marking you like that, he doesn't want to bruise you and he gets such a possessive urge inside him when he's with you that he's sure he would lose control and bite you too hard... He also likes that it's your little quirk, something you alone do to him alone. He has his own way of showing you affection and sees your biting as girlish and sweet. Not something he'd mirror.

Alfie

🐻 Alfie loves your little vampiric habit, he just loves it...

🐻 He sees you as being so innocent and soft so sweet and pure, and your biting is very much something which goes along with that... It's one of those "childish" little things you never grew out of and he thinks it's adorable.

🐻 He notices the way you chew anything you can, your sleeves your pencils, your fingers... He can't help but stare, watching as you pause your writing and sink your teeth into the tip of your pencil chewing in it thoughtfully... he can't help it if his mind wanders, if he starts wondering what it would be like to give you his fingers to nibble on instead...

🐻 He teases you about it too, will tell you "come sink those little teeth into papa instead ziskeit..." The first time he says it you think he's joking, you look up at him from where you're sitting and smirk, expecting him to smirk too, but when he doesn't and instead beckons you over once again you can't resist. You're a little shy about it, sitting in his lap and then hesitating, not actually sure what to do now he's watching you... But then he caresses your cheek gently and offers you his fingers, he can't take his eyes off you as you gently sink your teeth into his finger tips...

🐻 He'll definitely call you things like "my little vampire..." And tease you when you bite his neck, just wanting to make you blush because again, he finds this little habit of yours completely adorable...

🐻 Alfie knows this behaviour is a comfort thing, that it's all about your trust in him, how comfortable and safe you feel with him and so whenever he feels your teeth sink into him he feels so proud... Proud that you're his little ziskeit, proud that you trust him, that you feel safe enough to be yourself with him completely...

🐻 He loves the way you use biting to initiate further affection, how you come up behind him and stand on your tiptoes sinking your teeth into his back or his shoulder, how when he pulls you in for a hug more often than not you'll gently nip his bicep or shoulder and then look up at him with your big doe eyes silently asking for more...

🐻 He loves when you bite his hands, in particular that place where his thumb meets his palm and curves to his wrist... He likes it when you bite his wrist too actually. Alfie just loves it when you nip at him, he finds your playfully affectionate nature completely adorable.

🐻 You rarely bite him with any level of force but sometimes, if you sink your teeth in a little too deep he'll gently scold you, "now what did I do to deserve that little one?" He'll put on a show of frowning, being wounded and when you say you're sorry, that you didn't mean it he'll soften and welcome you into his embrace, "I know little one, course you didn't ziskeit... But you just be careful with your old man yeah, wouldn't want anyone thinking I was being savaged by my little girl would we..." Of course he's only teasing and when you pout up at him he just smiles and offers you one of his fingers to nibble on, "Nah what am I saying ziskeit, you can savage me whenever you like..."

🐻 Now obviously Alfie likes to keep you away from his real enemies but when it comes to men like Tommy Shelby who are always poking around, turning up without an appointment and barging into his office demanding a word... Well, let's just say you're a cheeky little madam sometimes and you won't hesitate to make some catty little remark upon being disturbed by him... And Alfie loves that about you, he particularly enjoys being able to say "careful Tommy, this one bites..."

🐻 The day you offer him your fingers to bite warms his heart. First of all he thinks you look so cute... Looking up at him with your wide warm eyes, stroking your fingers through his beard before holding them to his lips. Second of all, he knows it's a sign of deep trust, that you must really love and think the world of him to be pressing your hand to his mouth for him to bite. So he doesn't reject you, he smiles softly, tries so not show just how touched his is by teasing you all "Oh now, ain't that sweet..." Before very gently biting you, light enough not to leave a mark, kissing the place he sunk his teeth moments later...

🐻 He only bites you when you offer him your hand, and even then he's always very gentle as he doesn't want to hurt you... He wouldn't want to leave marks on you and he doesn't need to, "everyone already knows you belong to me..."

Arthur

🍂 Now Arthur definitely bites during sex, everyone knows that Arthur likes to have rough sex... there's fingernails and teeth involved for sure and no women's ever left Arthur's bed without the marks to prove it...

🍂 That doesn't however mean that he's ever considered being bitten himself... he'd always view biting as a dominant trait, a way of marking what is yours, a possessive trait, a way of staking your claim... so he doesn't realise how much he's going to like being bitten by you until you actually do it...

🍂 And the first time you do it he is so surprised... First of all, it was only an affection, gentle little bite, your teeth barely grazed him, and the mark faded so quickly, so his dramatic cry of "ow... What was that for?" Seemed a little over the top. And of course it was over the top, it didn't hurt him a bit, he was just stunned that his lass, who was hugging him and nuzzling into his neck moments ago, would sink her teeth into him so out of the blue... And not in the heat of the moment either...

🍂 But for all his melodrama Arthur really did love it... He just has to pretend he didn't because to be seen letting you nibble on his shoulder like that could make him look soft... So he kicks up a fuss whenever you do it or else tells you off for teasing him and threatens to teach you a lesson later...

🍂 But he does really, really like it. There is absolutely no denying how much he likes it... Every time you bite him affectionately he gets a tell tale blush on his cheeks which is adorable, but which you have to pretend not to notice because if you do that will be the end of that, he'll never let you nibble on his shoulder again...

🍂 Over time he grows more and more confident about your vampiric way of showing affection, he likes that his girl has got some bite about her, a little menacing touch despite your general sweetness. He thinks that actually it makes you pretty bad, revealing of a dark side you might have... and that only makes you all the more attractive to him...

🍂 Now, when you're fucking Arthur loves it when you bite down on him hard and sink your teeth right in... You've been known to draw blood on more than one occasion when things have gotten a little rougher, a little more intense than either of you could have predicted...

🍂 Arthur quite likes to mix pain and pleasure and he gets addicted to the sting of your sharp little nips, he will often command you not to hold back, to bite harder... if you catch him in just the right place at just the right moment you can tip him over the edge and cause him to cum from a bite to the shoulder or neck...

🍂 At first he's a little shy about the marks you leave on him, he's worried it might make him look weak, but then one day his brother makes a comment about how he ought to put a muzzle on his woman if she's "that wild" and actually Arthur thinks he quite likes that... the idea that everyone will know his girl is wild, that she can't be tamed...

🍂 So from then on he almost shows off the bite marks, he's proud of them and proud of his wild woman...

🍂 He has a scar on his hand left by you... Once when you were fucking, Arthur was really railing you, it was rough and intense and you were being very loud... So Arthur had used his hand to hush you, forcing the side of his hand into your open mouth and giving you very clear instructions, "fuckin bite down for me girl," hissed through his teeth as he thrust into you at a violent, rapid pace... And you couldn't disobey him...

🍂 So you bit down hard, squeezing your eyes shut as he fucked you against the wall until your whole body was limp... And when you were finished and you finally unclamped your teeth from his hand you were shocked, and a little horrified, to find that you'd really done a number on his hand... You actually feel guilty, rushing to try and clean the wound, apologising to Arthur over and over until he takes your face in one hand gently squeezing your cheeks as he forces you to look up at him. "Now you listen to me love, don't you ever fookin apologise for that yeah, you did as you were told an that makes you a very fookin good girl don't it..."

🍂 The wound healed quickly, it wasn't as bad as it looked, and it left a very pretty little crescent moon scar the shape of your bite which Arthur is obsessed with, it's like wearing a little piece of you at all times, and it reminds him of that moment... Fucking you against the wall, listening to your muffled cries of pleasure, the sting of your bite... He replays the scene in his head whilst turning his palm up to admire the scar... He's so proud of it, and so pleased to have such a "fookin feral" woman.

John

🌼 Bites you first...

🌼 John is such a playful romantic, he's boisterous and a little clumsy with you sometimes and he's oh so childish and unafraid to show his affection however the notion takes him in the moment...

🌼 So of course biting is one of his love languages too... He's always telling you how cute you are, how he "could just eat you up..." And he does...

🌼 He likes biting the tip of your nose, pretending to bite your cheeks, he likes to nuzzle into your neck tickling you and biting gently until you're giggling and trying to fend him off... He'll go for your fingers and toes too, taking your hand and lifting it to his mouth, holding your ankles delicately, tickling your feet and then going to nibble your toes - the number of times you've almost kicked him in the face because of this...

🌼 So of course he loves the fact that you speak his language... He loves the fact that when you're giggling and play wrestling and he has you pinned to the floor you'll turn your head and try to bite his wrist...

🌼 You're able to have these soft moments of silent affection, on days when he's stressed, or troubled and you go to him quietly, wrap your arms around him from behind and nuzzle into his back. You gently bite his shoulder, just to let him know you're there, and when he turns around and welcomes you into his embrace he'll nuzzle into you, close his eyes and let you kiss his cheek before grazing your teeth along his jaw... And when he lifts his head and opens his eyes he'll tilt your chin up towards him and let his teeth graze the tip of your nose before kissing your cheek and squeezing you tight against him.

🌼 It's like this extra layer of closeness, this extra way with which you can know eachother and trust eachother intimately. It makes you feel instinctively close to one another like little lion cubs...

🌼 John also likes it when you bit him during sex... He likes to bite you too and has definitely left a fair few bruises and teeth marks on your neck, shoulders and breasts before... But you do the same to him, biting his shoulders and his chest, leaving bite marks on his neck too...

🌼 And John loves to show off these marks... Loves to brag about them and the fucks in which he earned them... If he's got a particularly good looking one he'll be pulling the shoulder of his shirt down to show off the mark to his friends... He gets scolded by Ada "Honestly John put it away! The lengths you'll go to to prove you're getting a lay... It's embarrassing really..." But he'll just laugh her off and immediately launch back into the tale of his "war wound"

🌼 He'll tease you about it too, he'll come home from the betting shop and tell you something like, "the lads were talking about you today... They reckon I should put you on a leash..." And then he'll grin and before you can get in a huff with him he'll have wrapped you up in his arms, playfully nipping at your face and your ear, already trying to talk you into bed...

🌼 Has definitely bitten you on the bottom on more than one occasion, he can't help it...

Bonnie

🍀Bonnie is definitely also a biter... not quite in the way that John is a biter... he too is very playfully affectionate sometimes but he's also much more careful and much more soft...

🍀 He bites you too, very tenderly, often a kiss on the lips will finish with a little nip to the end of your nose before he pushes your hair from your face and sends you on your way

🍀 When you're sad or he can tell that something's wrong he'll come sit down beside you in front of the campfire, the two of you just gazing at the flames quietly, and without a word he'll pick up your hand and raise your fingers to his lips, and he'll bite his teeth down gently on your finger tip, just once, catching your eye communicating silently with you that he's there, that he's all yours and you can tell him anything you need to...

🍀The difference here is that Bonnie learnt this behaviour from you... He's mirroring you, as an act of love and trust... He wants to be able to communicate his love for you in ways you'll understand and so when he realises that the little grazes of your teeth, the little nips to his shoulder or his hand, are all little gestures of affection, your way of asking for his attention or letting him know without words that you love him very dearly, he wants to reciprocate.

🍀 The first time you bit him he wasn't all that surprised...Even before you were together he could tell you were a biter, he'd seen the way you sucked on your gold cross necklace, saw the way you nibbled on your finger tips with you were nervous or concentrating on something. He also noticed that when you were sleepy you would chew on your sleeve or suck your thumb... Always in these moments when you lost your awareness of the outside world... When your inhibitions were lowered slightly...

🍀So he'd always secretly hoped you'd feel comfortable enough with him to let your guard down and show your affection with a little bite...

🍀And the day you finally did (not that it really took all that long because you felt comfortable around bonnie from day one) he's was pleased he actually blushed. The day you sunk your teeth into his shoulder whilst you were hugging him, it lit him up. You left a little smirk on his lips and a rosy hue to his usually pale cheeks...

🍀 He turned his head half way to look over at you, a little smirk on his lips as he said "Well hello to you too little dove... Lose your words this morning or something?" Only teasing you of course before he took your face in both his hands and nipped the tip of your nose gently with his teeth. That painted a big grin on your face, left you feeling so girlish and giggly.

🍀Bonnie absolutely loves it when you bite him, the two of you have lots of wordless forms of communication, often able to talk with only your eyes... But your little nips are his favourite.

🍀 You often bite when you want his attention and so often that's the sensation he wakes up to... You half asleep, resting on him, your teeth grazing his chest, shoulder of neck. He likes it when you scrape your teeth along his jaw...

🍀 Bonnie has only ever marked you once and it was an accident... As much as he wants everyone to know that you're his little lass he wouldn't want to damage your reputation by leaving you littered with bitemarks or lovebites... You'd only get called horrible names by the other girls in the camp and he'd also have to deal with the wrath of your father...

🍀 It isn't just that though, Bonnie is a very tender lad and he sees you as being his precious angel, he would never want to hurt you and so he saves all his aggression for the ring, all his gentleness all his softness reserved for you...

🍀 The time he did leave a mark on you he felt so guilty, he was so apologetic, keen to make sure you weren't hurt, kissing the little teeth marks he'd left on your shoulder.

Isaiah

🐁Isaiah definitely thinks that your affectionate biting is a cute little quirk, something that makes him smirk or chuckle to himself... He thinks it's a little funny and he's definitely never had a girl bite him like that before...

🐁 he also thinks that if it wasn't you, he wouldn't be letting anyone bite him so "cutesy" so softly... No, this is definitely something only you could ever get away with... Other girls would be told to behave...

🐁He can tell when you're going to do it, you get this impish little smile on your lips which he can't resist... Even if he thinks it's a strange habit he couldn't ever deny you, not when you look so cheeky and so sweet... So instead he'll hold his hand up to stop you, say something like "now hang on a minute love what are you about to do?" "Them teeth again eh? You're lucky I'm so soft on you ain't ye sweetheart..."

🐁 He'll actually make you say please!! Which of course you do, very sweetly, so sweetly that he couldn't possibly say no to you... And when you have given him a little nip, your teeth sinking gently into his shoulder, he makes sure that you never forget to say thank you. If you do he'll stop you, catch your wrist so you can't walk away and then he'll raise his brow, challenging you, "I'm waiting love..."

🐁He doesn't bite you back, not softly anyway, and not as a way of showing affection... Sexually however Isaiah definitely bites... He likes his sex kinda rough and he definitely enjoys leaving little marks on you to show the world that you're taken...

🐁He's never too rough with you, he wouldn't ever bite so deep that he broke the skin, but he's certainly left little teeth marks on your neck and definitely enjoys scattering your collar bones with bites too. Sometimes he will push your shirt to one side in the middle of the day, just so he can admire the marks he left the night before and trace his fingers over the dents in your skin.

🐁He won't let you mark his neck, or anywhere that might be seen by the other peaky lads because he's still a little uncertain whether letting his woman bite him makes him "less of a man" it's definitely something he is sensitive about... But I think he'll grow out of that and grow into a John type figure who brags about it...

🐁 He likes it when you bite him during sex, if you sink your teeth into his shoulder when he's fucking you he takes that as a sign he's doing a very good job and it motivates him to go all the harder...

Michael

☘️ He's very shocked the first time you bite him... He chastises you because "that wasn't very ladylike of you y/n..."

☘️ He definitely has pretty firm ideas about what makes a man, and he definitely doesn't think allowing your woman to bite you (even if it is affectionately) is very manly at all...

☘️ He definitely has a complex, trying to be like Tommy, wanting his cousins approval desperately, and in his head he asks himself "what would Tommy say if he saw this?" Unfortunately Michael isn't actually that good at predicting what his cousin Tommy would say because if he was he'd Know that Tommy a) wouldn't give a shit if you were biting Michael and b) would quite like it if you were biting him...

☘️ And the thing is... The thing is that Michael quite likes it. He doesn't know why and he certainly thinks he's not supposed to like it... But undeniably he does. And you can tell that he does too... You can tell because whenever Michael likes something he tends to stiffen a little, he tends to frown and swallow his enjoyment down. So when he straightens his back and clears his throat, that's when you know he really likes something...

☘️ So despite the way he always scolds you, despite the way he threatens to punish you for persistently ignoring his rules and biting him, you carry on... Because you know that deep down he likes it and that really all he needs to do, something you wish he could do, is accept that it's okay to enjoy affection.

☘️ Because really that's all it is, Michael has a problem with showing and accepting affection... Sure he was raised for a time by Polly, but he doesn't remember that and the middle class cottage dwelling family who did raise him, were restrictive to say the least. Affection was earned and it certainly wasn't sentimental... So when you do something as sweet and seemingly motiveless as playfully biting him, he doesn't know how to handle it and he's embarrassed to show his enjoyment...

☘️ Anyway, he likes it... He really likes it and whenever you graze his skin with your teeth, he gets this tingling feeling all through his body, a kind of asmr response? He sometimes comes out in goosebumps and then he really doesn't know how to try and hide his love for your little habit. That's when he'll really tell you off and you'll just giggle along apologising through your laughter before kissing him on the cheek and teasing that you're going to do it again.

☘️ During sex he really can't hide how much he likes it and honestly he's given up trying, if you bite his neck or nibble his ear, or if your graze your teeth over his chest, he moans on command and it is music to your ears... He also fucking loves it when you nip at his thighs when you're on your knees giving him head. The first time you did that to him it blew his mind.

Bonus material here (and I'm sorry I didn't have it in me to write HCs for some of our other men but...)

🪽 Luca is absolutely the type to tease you and ask something like "What's the matter with you sweetheart, they don't feed you at home?"

🪽 Would probably get your bite marks tattooed on him...

🦔 When you bite him Aberama will gnash his teeth at you to tease you, pretending that he's gonna bite your fingers off.

🦔 he likes it when you nibble on his ear...

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