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No Armani suits, no Hugo Boss shoes. Not even his private jet. Amos Aleksander Otto Hannibal Wolfgang Von Bismarck was taken to prison, wearing a grey jogger pants and a white t-shirt, in a car model 2011 that had the air conditioning broken and smelled like fish and chips, probably the lunch one of the pigs had that day.
"This is your life now, Von Bismarck. Living like a cockroach."
Three cops in that car, four more cars escorting that one just in case he wanted to escape. To where? His feet also had cuffs. Putting a bullet in his head, was what all of them wanted to do but Amos wasn't going to give them the pleasure, so he behaved.
Like a cockroach, one of them had said. As if the cockroaches weren't famous to survive the impossible.
@justrainandcoffee What a pleasant surprise to see you posting moodboards so soon, hun! I thought you'd wait until your birthday to release them all. Not only the moodboard, but a blurb too?? You're spoiling us. Kudos on packing such incredible detail into this little story. And that last line is killer! Bravo 👏🏼
I honestly think that Tommy’s mental state would have been significantly better had he been able to mute the family group chat. Tommy Shelby, O.B.E, MP would have fully embraced texting and the ability to control who, when and how he received and responded to messages. He would be infamous for leaving people on read and drive the family insane, in particular Arthur and Polly. Oddly enough he would always respond promptly to Alfie’s rambling texts. Oh and he would most certainly have a second phone that nobody in the family knew about except Ada who naturally has the phone number.
Summary: Despite she tries to push him away, Rose really doesn't want to be far from him and he definitely craves to be with her. That's why when James offers her to spend a weekend together, she accepts.
Warning: Cheating, smut. Questionable decisions.
Words: 2k.
Maybe was her mind overthinking or maybe was because Rose couldn't disguise her smile but the truth was that during the days that followed she felt the eyes of Annie on her. Her best friend since both were six years old knew her like any other person in this world but Annushka didn't say anything. Yet, her eyes seemed to be waiting for Rose to finally confess her sins, something that didn't happen.
Despite being busy with random customers and more exclusive clients, Rose always found herself checking her phone more times than usual. There was a point one midday where instead of having it on her desktop, she put it in her pocket. Sometimes got distracted replying some texts that Annie suspected weren't from Rose's family.
Annushka knew the truth even if her best friend didn't say a word. She wasn't judging Rose despite she didn't agree with her actions but was worried about her. The illusion could led to awful consequences that could break her heart and Annie knew that was the worst part.
"Promise me you're going to be cautious, Rosie" she said that evening when were leaving their work before returning to their respective places.
"Why couldn't I?"
"Because I know you. Take care, okay?" She said hugging her and Rose only dared to nod. Part of Rose wanted to say the truth to her friend but the other was completely terrified of losing her friendship for her very controversial choices. Years ago, one of Annie's sister divorced her husband after he was caught cheating on her and both Ivanovas and Rose had spent more than one night talking shit about him and his mistress. Life and maybe karma now had put Rose in the same situation.
The shutters were already down but through them you still could see the dresses in the window, illuminated by the led lights. The first days after she opened her store, almost five years ago, she used to walk by it at night and stopped to watch what she had achieved. Sometimes still wondered if other people stopped there the same way she did it. Not out of arrogance but curiosity.
The sound of a horn made her startle. When looked around saw the familiar face of James peeking out a black car parked in front of the store.
"Hi, sweetheart. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you."
"James, no, it's fine. Why are you here?"
"Why do you think? I wanted to see you, to surprise you. Are you going to your place?"
"That was the plan, yeah."
"What about some dinner with me? I know a Moroccan restaurant that has some delicious food perfect for a night like tonight. It's small, it's cozy…"
"James, you shouldn't be here. It's risky."
"But I am. I missed you."
Rose felt her heart beating faster and smiled "I missed you, too."
"That's good to hear, come on, Rosie, it's just a dinner. Unless you don't want to be just a dinner in which case, I'm not going to complain."
What was correct to do vs. What she really wanted to do, once again began to fight in her head because she really wanted to go with him, but… the final step was when he opened the car door and she got in, hearing her inner wishes. There in the front seat, he kissed her as soon as she sat and she didn't resist, quite the contrary because when he tried to pull apart, she pushed him back to her.
"This is why I'm here," he whispered against her lips.
"I thought it was to have a nice dinner."
"That was the excuse."
The Moroccan restaurant smelled so good that made her stomach growl. Some spices reminded her of the kitchen her grandmother had and had to admit that being there was a great idea. The cushions they were sitting on were so comfortable that also helped to increase her good mood.
"Why Moroccan food?" she asked.
"It's aphrodisiac," he joked and both laughed. "No, I'm joking, I came here few years ago with my brothers and it was a really nice experience. Something new to try and I thought it'd be nice to return but this time with you. If I'm lucky, maybe you didn't try Moroccan food before so this could be a special moment."
"You're lucky, because I didn't try this food before. You surprised me."
"Why? Did you think that this Irishman only ate boiled potatoes?"
"That's exactly what I thought," she teased.
"I'm going to surprise you, then" he said leaning towards Rose to kiss her. On his way to find the woman in front of him, he had passed in front of a church that had the seventh commandment written on the wall "you shall not commit adultery." He had stopped his car to read it and asked himself if it was some kind of signal. But now that she was there and he could kiss and touch her, all that for him didn't matter at all.
After a very lovely dinner, they went to walk around. In a lonely street and against a wall he kissed her again but this time it was obvious he wanted do more than that. She too, she really wanted to be with him, but also thought that was becoming a reckless behaviour. How many more nights he was going to spend out of his home without being suspicious? But the real reason was more selfish.
"The best thing you can do is go to your home with your— with her. I really want to do this, but I can't cope with you going to your place after that. I want to fall asleep on you, with you, I want to be with you all night in your arms until next morning but I can't. I'm having breadcrumbs of you and it's not enough. I'm sorry, I know you were waiting for more. Why did she know you first? Go, James, I'm going to take a cab. I'll be fine."
"Wait! Rosie, wait!" he exclaimed, grabbing her by her wrist "I know it's not enough. It's not enough for me either. I want to wake up with you next me, too. Let me think something, okay? I'm going to say I have to work this weekend, we can have two days for us. Just us."
"Wow! two days," she snorted.
"I can't offer more, not now at least. I know it's not the ideal, but…"
"It's not that! It's not about ideal or not! It's a fucked up situation! You're fucking married! This should never have happened."
"But it happened and we both know why. I like you, Rosie. I like you a lot and I'd love to spend my nights with you but give me time, I just need time. In the meantime please accept this weekend with me, I want to spend those days with you, please."
"I know better than trust a married man, James. This is a tale as old as time."
"You think I'm using you."
"What do you want me to think? Am I really the first one you sleep with? Or are you out there seducing other women with that sorrowful eyes of you?"
"My what?" he asked and inevitably chuckled before getting serious again when noticed she wasn't smiling. "I told you. You're the only one, you can investigate me if you want, you won't find anything. I thought I was condemned to this boring, sad marriage until you appeared. I'm sorry you find yourself in this situation, it was never my intention but I feel different when I'm with you. I am different."
Rose kicked a rock that was there and sighed. It'd be easier if he was like Annie's ex brother-in-law. It'd be easier if he was an asshole using women only to return to his wife's arms later but it didn't seem to be the case. James showed that was honest with her, never hid that was married like most cheaters do. Rose knew it and she accepted to play the game anyway and if she had to be honest with herself, she didn't want to be far from him.
"Rosie, say something."
"So, a weekend together, where?" she replied and he smiled.
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Rose cancelled meetings she had that Saturday and also relegated some appointments to Annushka. She didn't feel well, Rose had said while was preparing a little baggage with clothes and some belongings to spend two days with James in Scotland. There was a picturesque village by a lake that both chose because was far away from London and it was one of those places where no one asked a question. The hotel they chose also has a nice view of a beautiful hill and at the beginning of autumn it was a pretty place to visit.
It was nice walking hand in hand through the village like they were just another couple, sharing a caramel apple and kissing after feeling the sweetness on the lips of the other. It was also fun to play that silly competition they invented to see who could throw a pebble the furthest in the lake. He won, so she invited him a beer even if she insisted he cheated. Rose could never admit that she had lost something that made him laugh. "Sore loser."
That Saturday, the sunset found them together with her hands around his waist, under his coat to warm them up and his arms holding her tightly. The cold wind started to blow and even when it was nice to be like that, together by the lake, it wasn't an option anymore. They decided to have dinner and then return to the hotel. The first day had passed incredibly quickly.
James closed the door with his feet when they finally entered their room. They had been used the bed already thay morning when they arrived but it was different this time. Nighttime was special, more intimate.
Rose helped him to take off his sweater and shirt as she felt his hands unfastening her bra.
"If I'm going to hell for this, then I'm fine with it," he said pushing her to the soft mattress "all my life I waited for someone like you. I lo—"
"No," she said putting a finger on his lips. "Don't say it."
"I'll show you then."
Rose nodded "show me."
James kissed her already naked body, from her mouth until he reached her belly button. He caressed her legs and opened them with his hands, barely touching her skin and sending waves of pleasure to her pussy.
She let out a moan when felt his mouth kissing her down there. James brought her closer to him and if had been looking, he had seen her toes curling when his tongue played with her clit. Maybe he couldn't see anything but could hear her and it was like music for his ears.
"James…" she exclaimed throwing her head back and grabbing his hair. "Please don't stop."
He didn't. he felt her muscles tightening before reaching her first orgasm and the immediate relief, but he was barely beginning. If that was the first long night they were going to spend together, then he wanted to make it unforgettable.
He climbed up to her again and kissed her, lining up his cock with her pussy and entering slowly in her. Her wetness made him groan with pleasure. He stayed there for a moment before he started to move.
He couldn't help but feel how different she was from his wife. Different in the most absolutely perfect way. Her warm personality, her smile, how caring she was towards him. He had seen her in work and was a little ball of energy that in his mind couldn't stop comparing her to a hummingbird and he found her adorable. James cursed fate but also himself because Rose didn't appear in time in his life.
"I'm in love with you," he said later, while his thrusts began to faster but a bit erratic, too.
"Me too," Rose replied, taking his face in her hands kissing him. Both came almost at the same time.
That night, after a shower, they slept together for the first time. James spooned her, resting his head next to hers.
The morning after found them together still in bed, but he had his eyes open. If he wanted to have this kind of mornings from now on, it depended on him but the word divorce wasn't as simple as society thought it was.
@justrainandcoffee "...come on, Rosie, it's just a dinner." he said...
Lol, I'm secretly obsessed with their little getaway and how they're able to spend uninterrupted time together. Waking up next to each other? 🫠 But they'll have to return to the real world soon and that's what worries me. That church sign was some ominous foreshadowing, Flor!
Arthur's too wired after sex to rest, often leaving a warm bed to go about Blinder business. You've tried everything to get him to stay, seductive words to outright begging, but nothing ever stops him leaving. It took time to heal the heartache flooding your limbs afterward, that is until you became numbed by routine.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner's)
Arthur's poor self image means he's never considered what his best feature might be. When he meets you, he becomes aware of the things you find sexy tho. Your fave thing about Arthur is his freckled skin. You once made it your mission to kiss every one from his forehead down. However, Arthur wasn't patient enough to allow you to continue past his shoulders. The feeling of your warm, wet mouth against his flesh enough sent him into a frenzy of desire.
By comparison, he could name a thousand things he adores about you so it would be difficult for him to choose. If he had to pick just one it would be your ass. Arthur loves to watch you walk away from him, backside swaying enticingly. When he approaches you at the bar, he can't help but grab at you, squeezing to the point of leaving bruises.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
Arthur may not want children, but he's a careless man ruled by impulse. Therefore he doesn't ever seem to remember to pull out in time. He'll groan in relief as he empties his balls inside you, muttering a half hearted apology and promises to help you take care of it if his seed should take.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
You couldn't say how the idea first came to be, only that Arthur was a ready and willing participant when you asked him to try pegging. Intrigued by the notion of a more powerful orgasm, he submitted to you fully. He didn't regret it, in fact, he'll ask for this special treatment whenever he's feeling needy.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)
Arthur was sexually active from a young age as a way to prove his masculinity. He secretly hoped tales of his exploits would reach his father and make him proud. By the time you meet, he's well versed in pleasure.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
As mentioned under "Body Part", Arthur loves your ass so his favorite position is doggy style. Watching you bounce back against his cock is the most intoxicating sight imaginable. There's something about the way your flesh moves, responding to his thrusts that makes him feral. And ofc, he can't resist the occasional spanking.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
Arthur rarely jokes during sex, lower lip pressed between his teeth. On days when he's feeling pent up and frustrated, he can only focus on relief. Sometimes that means ignoring your wants, but you can't find it in your heart to fault him when he's under such pressure.
H = Hair (how well-groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Arthur is a wild man in every sense of the word. Free from the constraints of military life, he's allowed himself to become overgrown from head to toe. You'll have to navigate a dark forest of curls to suck him off, but you're handsomely rewarded with deep groans of satisfaction.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
Sometimes you wonder if Arthur has a romantic bone in his body. He's not one for sentiment and would rather die than admit he's become attached to you. However, there are signs you've moved past casual fuck buddies. For example, the first time he brought you flowers, leaving them on the kitchen table still wrapped in paper. You knew he'd likely purchased them as he strolled thru the market earlier thinking of you, but neither of you acknowledged it.
J = Jack off (masturbation head canon)
Arthur has a high sex drive and isn't averse to taking care of himself when need be. However, that isn't his preference. He'd much rather have you kneel before him, worshipping his cock. And knowing that you hold this power to soothe him when needed, you rarely deny him.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
It's Arthur's most ardent desire to have a woman waiting at home to attend to him, allowing him to take you from behind as you do the dishes. He would def be into free use to affirm his authority as the head of the household. He might not be the leader of the Peaky Blinders, but he's king in his own home and takes full advantage of it.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Arthur isn't picky about location and since he isn't shy, public places don't deter his lust. He'll gladly have his way with you in the picture house or the stables at the races, anywhere he decides he needs you. (He's more than happy to clamp a large hand around your mouth if you can't keep quiet.)
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Arthur is easily tempted so any occasion where you might bend over his desk or reach for something on a high shelf sends his imagination into overdrive. Suddenly he can't concentrate on anything, needing to feel you under him before he implodes with want.
N = No (something they wouldn't do, turn offs)
Painful memories of the noose don't allow Arthur to see bondage or breath play as something erotic. It's doubtful he'd explain any of this to his partner so it might seem as though a simple request led to his sullen mood and/or disappearance from your life. Because that's another thing Arthur won't do, discuss his emotions.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Arthur is obsessed with the feeling of your hands and mouth on his cock. He enjoys sitting at the edge of the bed, hands intertwined in your hair as he watches his dick slide between your glistening lips. When he's overly eager for release, he's esp rough, jerking you by your hair and forcing your nose to his pubic bone. And he'll remain as quiet as he can to hear every lovely choking sound and gasp of breath.
He's less enthusiastic about giving, tho he is quite skilled at it when he takes the notion. His fave part is stretching you wide with his long fingers and making you beg for release.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Arthur doesn't know how to fuck unless it's hard. He just can't help himself. However, he does try to slow his pace for you when you complain. He doesn't want to turn you off from sex entirely.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Arthur loves any amount of time he gets with you, even if it's a quickie when he's supposed to be working. If you appear in the doorway of the betting shop, he'll find an excuse to leave so he can ravage you in the alley.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
As mentioned above, Arthur clearly isn't afraid of taking a risk. He's willing to have sex in public and try new experiences. There's little he won't do, wanting to live life to the fullest. When he's high his inhibitions are lowered even further.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
Arthur might be the oldest Shelby brother, but he's by no means an old man. He can last all night! He might need time between rounds, but he's able to go at least twice in one night.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
Arthur doesn't approve of you using toys. He thinks he should be enough for you. I can see him flying into a rage if he catches you pleasuring yourself with anything that isn't his dick. Then he'd toss your toy into the rubbish.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Arthur dislikes teasing when it comes to his own pleasure, but he'll certainly delay yours. There's a sadistic streak in him that requires him to push you past your boundaries, waiting for you to dissolve into tears before giving into your cries.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Arthur can be v loud when the mood strikes. He's been known to frighten the neighbors with his growls, guttural moans and shouting. Luckily everyone knows you're dating a Peaky Blinder and would never alert the coppers.
W = Wild card (a random head canon for the character)
Having a weakness for Japanese silk, Arthur isn't likely to argue with the amount you spend on lingerie. The feeling of the buttery soft fabric under his fingers makes his knees buckle. He's esp fond of soft, feminine shades of pink and peach.
X = X-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes)
What Arthur lacks in girth, he makes up for in length. It's a standing joke amongst his brothers that Arthur has a third leg. And according to his former paramours, he knows exactly how to use it! When he's fully aroused, the head of his cock turns the most beautiful shade of reddish purple.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Arthur is much more loving than people realize. He's always thinking of you and wanting to be with you, esp when he's stuck in a meeting with Tommy. His mind will wander to the last time he had you beneath him and his eyes glaze over with want. It's little wonder he's no help when it comes to business strategy bc his mind is often elsewhere.
Z = Zzz
Like Tommy, Arthur has a difficult time sleeping due to his nightmares. He's fond of snow bc it keeps him awake and full of energy for his next adventure. If you want to be Arthur's partner in crime, you have to have the stamina to keep up with him!
I love how you portrayed Arthur here, Lee! I think it's easy to fall for a "he'd be softer with a lover" interpretation bc of his pity worthy moments, but his sexual habits indeed don't seem to change from s2 to s4
I especially loved the Affection hc, it's a lil funny how he's always like: sex with a random girl > "okay now let me have a drink with my brother tommy" then > sex with Linda > "okay now let me deal with this thing at the factories"
The mention of his freckles also made me so soft bc yes, his back looks like a tortilla to me and the fact he'd be impatient if you try to kiss all of them, can we blame him? It's indeed a lot of them 🤭
@tssweetheart Tysm for reading and leaving your thoughts, Lora! I'm glad to hear my portrayal of Arthur seemed true to character. I tried to be as faithful as possible to what we see in canon. Btw I love that you mentioned the bit about the freckles bc I was v proud of that. His skin is beautiful, isn’t it? 🫠
My b*rthday is in two weeks. Please shoot me. No, well, actually don't. Metaphorically.
Last year I couldn't do anything because it was a bad moment, not like I'm touching the skies now but I feel better so I'd like to make something for this one.
I know we played dolls a lot, but we always could play more. So, I thought about doing some moodboards for your ocs in one of the multiples AUs I created for James and Rose, regardless if your ocs are already there or not.
As for the AUs, you can choose: Criminal, Loveless (futuristic AU), Trucker!James, red riding hood (werewolves), the 1700s, and the classics 1900s (Rose PM) and Modern AU. I have a couple I never posted like a Jane Austen universe that is available, if you want. There are way more, I know, but rn I can't think more.
I need to clarify that this is not how your OCs would interact with mine, but yours in these AUs.
I'm opening this now because this old lady needs time to do them and I can't trust my body to do it in time. The moodboard will have 6 pics max.
Obviously this is open for that people whose OCs I know... That are basically just five people 😂. (But that I love a lot)
Arthur's too wired after sex to rest, often leaving a warm bed to go about Blinder business. You've tried everything to get him to stay, seductive words to outright begging, but nothing ever stops him leaving. It took time to heal the heartache flooding your limbs afterward, that is until you became numbed by routine.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner's)
Arthur's poor self image means he's never considered what his best feature might be. When he meets you, he becomes aware of the things you find sexy tho. Your fave thing about Arthur is his freckled skin. You once made it your mission to kiss every one from his forehead down. However, Arthur wasn't patient enough to allow you to continue past his shoulders. The feeling of your warm, wet mouth against his flesh enough sent him into a frenzy of desire.
By comparison, he could name a thousand things he adores about you so it would be difficult for him to choose. If he had to pick just one it would be your ass. Arthur loves to watch you walk away from him, backside swaying enticingly. When he approaches you at the bar, he can't help but grab at you, squeezing to the point of leaving bruises.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
Arthur may not want children, but he's a careless man ruled by impulse. Therefore he doesn't ever seem to remember to pull out in time. He'll groan in relief as he empties his balls inside you, muttering a half hearted apology and promises to help you take care of it if his seed should take.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
You couldn't say how the idea first came to be, only that Arthur was a ready and willing participant when you asked him to try pegging. Intrigued by the notion of a more powerful orgasm, he submitted to you fully. He didn't regret it, in fact, he'll ask for this special treatment whenever he's feeling needy.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)
Arthur was sexually active from a young age as a way to prove his masculinity. He secretly hoped tales of his exploits would reach his father and make him proud. By the time you meet, he's well versed in pleasure.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
As mentioned under "Body Part", Arthur loves your ass so his favorite position is doggy style. Watching you bounce back against his cock is the most intoxicating sight imaginable. There's something about the way your flesh moves, responding to his thrusts that makes him feral. And ofc, he can't resist the occasional spanking.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
Arthur rarely jokes during sex, lower lip pressed between his teeth. On days when he's feeling pent up and frustrated, he can only focus on relief. Sometimes that means ignoring your wants, but you can't find it in your heart to fault him when he's under such pressure.
H = Hair (how well-groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Arthur is a wild man in every sense of the word. Free from the constraints of military life, he's allowed himself to become overgrown from head to toe. You'll have to navigate a dark forest of curls to suck him off, but you're handsomely rewarded with deep groans of satisfaction.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
Sometimes you wonder if Arthur has a romantic bone in his body. He's not one for sentiment and would rather die than admit he's become attached to you. However, there are signs you've moved past casual fuck buddies. For example, the first time he brought you flowers, leaving them on the kitchen table still wrapped in paper. You knew he'd likely purchased them as he strolled thru the market earlier thinking of you, but neither of you acknowledged it.
J = Jack off (masturbation head canon)
Arthur has a high sex drive and isn't averse to taking care of himself when need be. However, that isn't his preference. He'd much rather have you kneel before him, worshipping his cock. And knowing that you hold this power to soothe him when needed, you rarely deny him.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
It's Arthur's most ardent desire to have a woman waiting at home to attend to him, allowing him to take you from behind as you do the dishes. He would def be into free use to affirm his authority as the head of the household. He might not be the leader of the Peaky Blinders, but he's king in his own home and takes full advantage of it.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Arthur isn't picky about location and since he isn't shy, public places don't deter his lust. He'll gladly have his way with you in the picture house or the stables at the races, anywhere he decides he needs you. (He's more than happy to clamp a large hand around your mouth if you can't keep quiet.)
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Arthur is easily tempted so any occasion where you might bend over his desk or reach for something on a high shelf sends his imagination into overdrive. Suddenly he can't concentrate on anything, needing to feel you under him before he implodes with want.
N = No (something they wouldn't do, turn offs)
Painful memories of the noose don't allow Arthur to see bondage or breath play as something erotic. It's doubtful he'd explain any of this to his partner so it might seem as though a simple request led to his sullen mood and/or disappearance from your life. Because that's another thing Arthur won't do, discuss his emotions.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Arthur is obsessed with the feeling of your hands and mouth on his cock. He enjoys sitting at the edge of the bed, hands intertwined in your hair as he watches his dick slide between your glistening lips. When he's overly eager for release, he's esp rough, jerking you by your hair and forcing your nose to his pubic bone. And he'll remain as quiet as he can to hear every lovely choking sound and gasp of breath.
He's less enthusiastic about giving, tho he is quite skilled at it when he takes the notion. His fave part is stretching you wide with his long fingers and making you beg for release.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Arthur doesn't know how to fuck unless it's hard. He just can't help himself. However, he does try to slow his pace for you when you complain. He doesn't want to turn you off from sex entirely.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Arthur loves any amount of time he gets with you, even if it's a quickie when he's supposed to be working. If you appear in the doorway of the betting shop, he'll find an excuse to leave so he can ravage you in the alley.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
As mentioned above, Arthur clearly isn't afraid of taking a risk. He's willing to have sex in public and try new experiences. There's little he won't do, wanting to live life to the fullest. When he's high his inhibitions are lowered even further.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
Arthur might be the oldest Shelby brother, but he's by no means an old man. He can last all night! He might need time between rounds, but he's able to go at least twice in one night.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
Arthur doesn't approve of you using toys. He thinks he should be enough for you. I can see him flying into a rage if he catches you pleasuring yourself with anything that isn't his dick. Then he'd toss your toy into the rubbish.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Arthur dislikes teasing when it comes to his own pleasure, but he'll certainly delay yours. There's a sadistic streak in him that requires him to push you past your boundaries, waiting for you to dissolve into tears before giving into your cries.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Arthur can be v loud when the mood strikes. He's been known to frighten the neighbors with his growls, guttural moans and shouting. Luckily everyone knows you're dating a Peaky Blinder and would never alert the coppers.
W = Wild card (a random head canon for the character)
Having a weakness for Japanese silk, Arthur isn't likely to argue with the amount you spend on lingerie. The feeling of the buttery soft fabric under his fingers makes his knees buckle. He's esp fond of soft, feminine shades of pink and peach.
X = X-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes)
What Arthur lacks in girth, he makes up for in length. It's a standing joke amongst his brothers that Arthur has a third leg. And according to his former paramours, he knows exactly how to use it! When he's fully aroused, the head of his cock turns the most beautiful shade of reddish purple.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Arthur is much more loving than people realize. He's always thinking of you and wanting to be with you, esp when he's stuck in a meeting with Tommy. His mind will wander to the last time he had you beneath him and his eyes glaze over with want. It's little wonder he's no help when it comes to business strategy bc his mind is often elsewhere.
Z = Zzz
Like Tommy, Arthur has a difficult time sleeping due to his nightmares. He's fond of snow bc it keeps him awake and full of energy for his next adventure. If you want to be Arthur's partner in crime, you have to have the stamina to keep up with him!
Dove got ready for another night. Instead of her silk slips, she put on a red cotton swing dress. She dabbed on a matching lipstick with shaking hands. The more eyes on her tonight, the harder for Elijah to corner her. He couldn't hurt her in front of the customers or Duke without a good reason and she had no intention to give him one.
She slipped on heels, knowing they'd be thrown into a corner at some part of the night. Being barefoot in a bar wasn't just odd, it was risky, especially if a flight broke out, but Dove couldn't help it. Those dirty floors were her home, and she felt more alive without shoes to slow her down.
The bar was already ramping up when she got there. She smiled and hugged girls as she passed them, some already choosing men to talk out of money.
“Dove!” A young soldier yelled. It was one of the bidders from yesterday. She offered a tight smile, giving him a side hug before dancing out of his reach.
“Sugar!” She cheerfully replied. “Back for more mischief?”
“Always,” he smiled back. “Got time to keep a gentleman company?”
“Oh but I thought a gentleman doesn't hire a whore, isn't that what you said yesterday?” Dove laughed, an edge cutting through her playful voice. “Maybe you should find another girl tonight, sugar. I'm not feeling too sweet.”
The man's face dropped.
“Dove,” he said, grabbing her arm. “Don't do me like that. It was harmless fun.”
“You did harm,” she said firmly, trying to push him off of her. “Let go.”
His fingers pressed tighter into her arm as anger flashed across his face.
“Now listen here,” he said gruffly, pulling her to him. “You'll do what I want. I've got the money.”
Dove looked around, but none of the patrons would meet her eyes. Every head ducked from her gaze. Dove frantically looked for one of the girls and finally locked eyes with Mary, wide eyed, before she began pushing through the crowd out of Dove's sight.
“Let me go!” She shrieked, scrambling to get away from him.
She struggled in his grip as he began to pull her away from the floor and toward the back. Another hand grabbed her arm, ripping her away from the soldier before a fist swung past her head to connect with the soldier’s face. She stepped back, watching other men join the fight as she realized Duke Shelby was beating the soldier bloody.
A stray punch from a different soldier that joined the fight busted Duke's lip. He snarled, rearing back and punching the offending man back. The man rounded another punch to his eye before Duke connected an uppercut to his jaw. The soldier fell to the floor, mouth gasping like a fish out of water.
Dove shrieked as more Peaky Blinders stepped in, dropping every American soldier to the floor around Duke. He stood tall among the wreckage and wiped the blood from his lip. The bar was silent.
“Back to it, then,” he said loudly, before throwing his arm at the bloody soldier at his feet. “Get him out of here.”
Duke looked around a moment more, meeting Dove's eyes for barely a moment before he stalked back to the private box.
Dove felt fingers gently touch her shoulder, and she jumped as she found the same older man with bushy eyebrows from the night before beside her.
“Excuse me, miss, but I tried speaking with you yesterday,” he said, eyeing the bloody soldier that was being carried out. “Christ, that was something, wasn't it? I've been trying to speak with you, I'm Joh-”
Dove gently pushed the older gentleman away from her, motioning for him to wait as she slipped behind the bar. She grabbed a clean rag and poured a bit of fresh water onto it before she went to the private box, giving one quiet knock on the door before slipping in.
“Sir?” She said quietly as she leaned back against the door. “Mr. Shelby?”
Duke Shelby sat in a chair, his head in his hands, dripping blood onto the ground between his feet. He took a shaky breath before sitting up to look her in the eye.
“There another problem outside?” He asked stiffly.
She shook her head slowly, feeling the water in the rag begin to drip across her hand to the floor.
“No sir,” she said softly, heart beating wildly in her chest. “I thought you might need cleaned up.”
Duke watched her, still as stone, before he gave a small nod.
Dove moved forward and stopped between his splayed legs, gently tipping his chin up toward her to dab the blood around his eye. He studied her face as she tried to focus on cleaning his wounds.
“Odd for the boss to step in,” she said, trying to fill the silence. “That's what soldiers are for, not generals.”
Duke didn't respond. No recognition filled his eyes at her words. Just the same cold stare.
“Did your father not give you the same speech he gave his brothers?” Dove murmured.
Her stomach dropped as she realized that Tommy Shelby must have been too withdrawn by the time Duke arrived to impart wisdom to his son.
Duke's jaw set and his fists clenched on the arms of the chair. Dove flinched but did not move away.
“Of course he fookin’ didn't,” Duke spat back. “Too busy being crazy. Dumped me with his sins and sped off to his ghost house.”
Dove nodded, dabbing away the blood around the cut near his eye. He'd have a good shiner by morning.
“Before he-” Dove's voice broke. “He'd tell ‘em to leave the bloody work to the soldiers. A general plans. Lead. No need to put themselves in unnecessary fights.”
“Maybe I like fightin’,” he challenged.
“Maybe,” she agreed. “But we need you, don't we?”
“We?” Duke winced at her touch. His hand flew to her waist, holding her in front of him. He squeezed her side.
“Who's in charge if you're gone?” Dove asked quietly. “There's no structure. No order. All we have is you.”
Dove softly checked his face again, dabbing the blood from his split lip.
“There,” she said with a smile. “You're cleaned up. Nothing needs stitches, but you'll have a nasty shiner by morning.”
She hesitated before she caressed his cheek in a single soft stroke and dropped her hand to her side.
“No structure,” he repeated, looking back at her with an expression she couldn't place. His hand unclenched on the armchair. His other hand stayed on her hip.
“What's your goal with the blinders?” She tilted her head. “Is it all a cash grab or are you trying to make a name for yourself in the world?”
“I don't give a fuck about the world,” he growled. “And it doesn't give a fuck about me.”
“You're in charge of dozens of Peaky Blinders and every whore in Small Heath,” Dove whispered. “They care what you do. I care what you do.”
Duke nodded, leaning back. Dove felt the weight of his hand leave her. She felt cold in its absence. His eyes went to her red dress and flashed regret before his flat expression slammed back into place.
“Shit.”
Dove looked down to see his blood on her waist. She chuckled.
“I'm sure no one will notice, sugar,” she said, freezing once she realized the pet name she had said on reflex.
She cleared her throat and motioned for him to give her his hand. She dabbed his bloody knuckles clean before patting his hand reassuredly.
“There you are,” she said.
She lowered her head and tried to step away to return to the fray outside. By then, the bar sounded like it had returned to the normal chaos of a busy night.
Duke grabbed her wrist and pulled her onto his lap in a swift, fluid movement. She gasped as she looked at him eye to eye.
“You might have been looking down on me to clean my face,” he said slowly. “But I'll not have you pity me. Got it?”
Dove nodded, body already shaking. Duke let her wrist go and held her face firmly.
“Say it.”
“Yes sir,” she answered.
Duke caressed her face for a moment, watching her tremble on his lap.
“Good girl,” he hummed.
Dove's breath hitched as her heart fluttered. The mix of fear and lust jolted through her body, racing through her veins to every piece of her. Duke smirked, and Dove felt her face flush.
“Now go,” he nodded toward the door. “I've got some things to consider.”
“Oh?” she said as she stood up.
“You've got good ideas, Dove,” he said, placing his hands behind his head as he leaned back. “I think you might be right. I need … structure.”
Dove gave him a thin smile.
“Happy to help.”
She slipped back out to the crowd, throwing the bloody rag behind the counter. She looked around for the older man, but he was long gone. As a soldier pulled her to the gambling tables, she looked behind her to see Duke in the doorway of the private room, arms crossed and eyes locked on her.
“Wipe those tables off, won't you?”
The bartender tossed a wet rag to Dove, who smiled back before gathering the spent glasses on the tables around her to one place and began wiping down the surrounding tables.
“We don't have to do that,” Mary giggled as she stood beside Dove, swaying from the alcohol still in her veins. “Our job isn't to clean.”
The sun was flirting with the horizon and the bar had been cleared out, leaving only the bartender, the whores, and a few stray Peaky Blinders that had stayed to gather money from the various whores, gambling tables, and register. Elijah was in charge of the end count, sitting at the bar top with piles of pounds and coins around him.
“Yeah, and who is our wonderful bartender faster for when one of us needs a drink?” Dove laughed. “We're all working together. It hurts nothing to wipe down a few tables for a heap of goodwill my way.”
“She's figured out the game,” the bartender winked at Dove. “You youngin’s would do well to listen and learn from Lady Dove.”
Elijah laughed as he counted, waiting until his stack was correct before looking up.
“No ladies here,” he laughed. “Just whores.”
Dove frowned.
“Dove is now lady of the bar,” Duke said, making everyone jump from his voice coming from the private room.
He leaned in the doorway and wiped his mouth. The bruise around his eye had gotten deeper throughout the night, and the split in his lip was a stain of dark blackberry.
“We need a Mad Mags after all,” he said. “She's the new madam. They'll report to her, she'll run the business and hand it off directly to me.”
Elijah scowled, tossing a stack onto the table before turning to protest.
“You'll handle the boys,” Duke said to Elijah.
“But boss-”
“The girls are afraid of you,” Duke said, pushing off the doorway to walk toward the bar. “You treat them like soldiers. They're not. She earned a hefty price the night before. If she runs the girls like she runs herself,” he made a pointed look at Elijah. “She'll more than deserve her place.”
Elijah went to protest again, but was immediately silenced.
“The girls are afraid of you,” Duke repeated, licking his split lip. “Does a stressed hen lay eggs?”
Elijah shrank in his seat and returned to counting. Duke's eyes drifted to Dove, who watched the exchange quietly, still leaning over the table holding the rag.
“Think you can do it?”
Dove smiled nervously.
“Didn't sound like you were asking, sugar,” she said.
“I wasn't.”
He stepped forward, hands in his pockets, until he stood directly in front of her. Dove let go of the rag and stood up straight, biting her lip as his eyes followed the curves of her body, briefly staying on the blood stain on her waist.
“Sleep. Come in tomorrow. Stick around the day,” he said. “I'll handle the soldiers.”
Dove nodded.
“So I coach the girls and gather money,” she said slowly. “What if a fight breaks out? Or a man refuses to pay?”
“Send for me,” he said as his eyes snapped up to meet hers. “Just like you did last night.”
Dove's eyebrows bunched in confusion, darting to Mary. Mary looked sheepish but wouldn't return her look; her eyes were only on Duke.
Elijah opened his mouth to protest again, but Duke was already at his back, slamming his head into the counter. Everyone grew incredibly still. The bartender froze while cleaning a glass. Dove stood at the table, frozen. Mary let out a little squeal before her hand flew to her mouth.
“No opinions,” Duke said as he pressed Elijah's head into the stacks of money that scattered upon impact. “Just orders.”
“Alright, boss,” Elijah grunted. “Yeah.”
Duke let him go.
“Count up and get out,” he said before turning to the girls.
“Tomorrow morning,” he hummed to Dove before he looked over to Mary and nodded toward the door.
Mary pinked but nodded back, taking Duke's outstretched hand as he led her out of the Garrison. Dove watched, head swimming.
The door shut quietly behind them.
“Get everything you wanted?” Elijah spat over his shoulder as he gathered up the money spread everywhere across the bar. “The sex better be fucking phenomenal.”
“I've never so much as kissed him,” Dove answered indignantly as she picked up the glasses from the table. The bartender took a deep breath and smiled as Dove handed over the glasses.
Elijah scoffed.
“Do you want help?” Dove asked, looking at the mess of money in front of him.
Elijah looked at her for a moment, scowl melting to confusion.
“You serious?”
“We're all working together,” she shrugged.
Elijah stared at her for a moment.
“You've got to be a manipulative mastermind or the dumbest broad I've ever met,” he muttered as he parted the money with his hands. “Yeah, you count that half, I'll count this.”
@murderousginger Watching Elijah get demoted in front of the girls AND have his head smashed into the bar was so satisfying!! I see Duke has indeed been watching everyone from the shadows and knows Dove can be trusted. But why do I get the terrible feeling Elijah will retaliate and put her at odds with the boss? 😬 I'm hoping I'm wrong about that. Meanwhile, I'm also preoccupied with the lingering question of the mysterious older gentleman who wants Dove's attention. Not to mention the possible love triangle forming between Dove, Duke and Mary? I'm not sure if that's what you intended, but I must admit my heart sunk a little when he left with Mary after he'd shared that tender moment with Dove. You've crafted such an intriguing narrative that always leaves me wanting more! Ooh, I almost forgot to mention the tie in with this chapter and the title. It sends my imagination racing with all sorts of dramatic scenarios.
