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Y/N Shelby, the daughter of the infamous Birmingham gangster from a previous wife. Known to be his princess and the most spoiled girl of all Birmingham. That was...until she arrived—Grace Burgess. Tommy's first wife—Y/N's mother, died because of disease and he was quite distraught. Until Grace appeared in his life and suddenly Tommy felt that same feeling in his otherwise cold heart. One problem was that Grace was a nightmare towards Y/N, which grew even more once Charlie was born. Grace felt as if Tommy didn't give Charlie—and in extent, her, enough attention in contrast to Y/N. So Grace lied, manipulated and pretended about how Y/N did this, Y/N did that. Grace would especially use the fact that Y/N hadn't warmed up to her yet as a weapon to lie towards Tommy, how Y/N insulted her, used profanity with her name, how she gossiped. It strained the relationship Y/N and Tommy once had, because Tommy unfortunately believed Grace's tears over Y/N's defense. It made the 8-year-old girl sad. This also made Tommy grow distant from Y/N and the attention she once was showered in were now crumbs of bread given to her. Grace felt happy that Tommy was showing her and Charlie more attention now—even if it meant that he was growing neglectful towards his daughter.

Tommy, Grace and Y/N found themselves in the couple's bedroom as Grace had accused Y/N of stealing jewelry from her. Tommy turned to the little girl as he sternly asked, "Y/N, is what Grace says true?" Y/N, he called her by her name. He didn't even bother with pet names anymore like he used to do, like sweetheart, love and Y/N's personal favorite was darling. She quickly shook her head as she said, "No!!! I didn't, daddy!!! I swear!!!" As her voice cracked a little, caused by her raising it. Grace angrily told Tommy, "She hates me, Tommy! Charlie would never do such a thing and the maids wouldn't ever betray us!!! Why would I suddenly miss the majority of my jewelry!?" Angrily. Tommy sighed in annoyance as he said, "Fine, I'll go look through your room, Y/N, if you truly are innocent," as he walked off to her room with heavy footsteps. The two girls followed after him as Tommy was looking in every hook and cranny in her room. Suddenly, when he looked through her closet.... There it was, hidden beneath her socks and tights were jewelry, the jewelry he bought Grace for special, intimate days like birthdays, their marriage, when Charlie was born, etc. Tommy couldn't describe the fury he felt as he slowly turned to Y/N. He noticed how Y/N was about to defend herself so he quickly interrupted her as he yelled, "SHUT IT!!!!" Which made Y/N look shocked. Tommy had never yelled at her... Tommy then said, "What did I tell you about touching things that aren't yours?" In that eerily calm tone. Y/N for the first time...felt a little scared of her father. "Go to my office, with your hands on my desk," he told her quietly with that angry expression. Her heart dropped, she knew what he meant—he was gonna punish her. He hadn't ever punished her before...not before Grace that is. Ever since Grace she occasionally got a spanking and such, but she knew that now he was gonna use a ruler. After a while, the punishment had finished and Y/N was left sobbing in her room. Frances was holding ice over her little hands—caring for her the way Tommy failed to do.

That night, there was a gala that Tommy was invited to—along with Grace, Charlie and Y/N. While they were getting ready, Tommy went to check up on Y/N to see if she wanted to come along—but saw her asleep in her bed. He sighed as he saw the dried tears on her cheek. There was a twitch of guilt in his heart—he hated punishing his daughter, but in his eyes it was needed for what she had done. Stealing jewelry crossed the line. He decided not to wake her up and to let her stay home for the night. When Tommy, Grace and Charlie walked to the car and drove off, he had failed to realize that there were enemies of his who needed leverage against him for deals. Y/N was snoring softly in her bed, gripping her stuffed bunny tightly under her arms. Her eyes slowly blinked as she heard some commotion downstairs. Maids yelling—in fear she recognized. And the voices of men—voices she didn't recognize. She sat up as she looked at the clock in her room. "11:30," it read. "What's going on downstairs?" she asked herself quietly, innocence lacing her tone as she stepped down from her bed and quietly walked out of her room. She stood over the stairs as she looked at how there were strange men in her home. She looked confused but then gasped softly as one of the men noticed her. The man yelled out something like, "I found her!" But she was already running off as the man pounded up the stairs. She ran into one of the rooms and hid in the closet that was standing there.

She heard him. Heavy footsteps walking across the upstairs area. "Where are you, little girl? I just wanna talk," the man said. Y/N held her tiny hands over her mouth as she looked through the creak in fear. "Where's daddy? I want daddy..." she thought to herself. Her eyes began to water as the fear in her was set to a maximum, grabbing a wooden hanger as a weapon. The men were in a large group and had taken the maids hostage in their quarters so that they couldn't intervene with capturing little Y/N. One maid, on the other hand, was taking a smoke break outside when the break-in happened. Shocked at the scene as the maid watched from the bushes, she made the decision to rush to a place where she could find the nearest taxi to warn the Blinders. "Come out, where's that pretty face hidin'? I don't see any point in hiding, darlin'... I'll catch you eventually," the man called out with an eerie laugh. They were part of a gangster group who the Blinders had pissed off—they killed a brother. Now they were out for revenge, wanting to make a deal with Tommy to make sure he suffers too. But they needed a way to make him agree without killing them instantly, and that was with using his beloved daughter and Peaky princess as leverage. The man looked in one room and noticed a piece of cloth sticking out of the closet. He couldn't see if it was just clothes belonging in there or Y/N, so he held his gun and shot the wall next to the closet, which made the little girl let out a frightened squeal. The man laughed loudly as he stomped over and pulled her out of the closet. She screamed as the bunny dropped out of her hand, out of panic she poked the metal part of the hanger in the man's eye which made him yell out and drop both her and the gun to nurse his eye. She had sometimes seen her uncles and father kick away guns so that they were further out of reach, so the little girl quickly kicked it under the closet.

She ran to the telephone within the room to call her sister, Ada. Ada had always played games with Y/N in order to make her remember her telephone number for when an emergency hit. That was when the man's eyes filled with terror. He assumed she was gonna call Tommy, Arthur or John. So out of panic, he grabbed her nightgown from behind before she could reach up for the telephone and pinned her body down. She squealed out as she hit the man's arms, but her strength would only go so far. The man's paranoia rose as he grabbed a wooden statue off the table and began to hit Y/N's head. Once, twice, thrice. Then it went dark.

Tommy rushed home, breaking all the traffic laws out there. The maid had gone over to Michael, who rushed to the gala and informed Tommy and the brothers what was happening at his home. Arthur sat in the passenger's seat while John was in the back. "I swear to fuckin' hell if they hurt her..." Arthur angrily muttered out. Y/N was Arthur's favorite niece, and he was like a second father to her. Tommy didn't say anything, he was only focused on one thing—you. When they arrived at the home, it took 15 to 30 minutes before the enemy gangsters were dead. Apparently, their fear for the 3 brothers was a lot bigger than their balls. Tommy ran up the stairs while the Blinders were dealing with the men as he maniacally looked for Y/N. He then went into the room Y/N had hid and his heart stopped. There she was...his sweet girl, his beloved daughter...dead on the floor. Blood was pooling down her head as he fell to his knees and scrambled over. He was shaking as he held her body to him while saying, "Come on, darlin'...wake up, wake up for daddy...come on love..." Repeatedly. Arthur and John walked in and their hearts also took a leap when they saw their sweet Y/N dead in Tommy's arms. They were frozen in shock by the doorway—not knowing what to do. It wasn't common that an 8-year-old in the Shelby family died because of gang violence. It was also the first time they had seen Tommy cry. He wasn't sobbing, just quiet tears streaming down his face. Y/N was the anchor in his life, the innocence that he regained in him from a young age when she was born. Tommy was in denial; he made himself believe the denial. She wasn't dead... Just unconscious. But he knew better—he lost his little girl.

For days, Tommy stayed in his office, day and night. Normally, people wouldn’t bat an eye since he was a workaholic, but this time he wasn't even in with his head when there was business, didn’t check on Grace or Charlie, didn't talk to his family. He was trapped in that moment—seeing his daughter on the floor. His guilt deepened when he learned Grace had lied about all the ‘bad’ things Y/N had done, how Y/N had never actually stolen the jewelry but Grace had planted them there—he had let love blind him, trusting a stranger over his own child, the girl he had promised to protect and cherish until she had gray hair. The pieces that Y/N had built up in him had fallen again, Tommy Shelby was yet again a broken man. After all, when she was born, he had imagined walking her down the aisle, not staring down at her grave.

You mean to tell me...your girlfriend is from Hollywood? Going to Hollywood Arts??" Henry heard from Ray, much to his annoyance, before Ray laughed straight into his face. This wasn't the first time he heard it...minus the laughter. "You!? A girlfriend!? From Hollywood!?" Ray wheezed as he laughed harder. Henry gave him an annoyed glare. "Are you done??" Henry asked deadpanned. Charlotte looked at him from the couch in the mancave as she said, "yeah, no offense Henry but... It's kinda hard to believe. You never even mentioned a girlfriend until now" with a shrug. Henry sighed out in annoyance as he said, "why the hell would I fake having a girlfriend from Hollywood!?" with annoyance and irritation lacing his tone. Charlotte gave him a deadpanned expression as she said, "I wonder why...a girl from Hollywood? It surely won't make you seem like a cool guy who FINALLY has a girlfriend?" As Henry looked at her with an open mouth and closing again--like a fish. She had a point... He can see why it seemed so unbelievable now. Jasper, who was sat next to Charlotte, decided to speak up as he said, "yeah! I mean...how could you have a girlfriend who attends Hollywood Arts?? Without us knowing?" As Henry sighed. "I already told you! I wanted to keep it a little private... Since I knew you were all gonna act like this!!" Henry exclaimed with annoyance. Ray smirked and said, "okay, let's say you DO have a girlfriend from Hollywood who attends Hollywood Arts... Why haven't we ever met her before?". Henry looked at Ray with an expression that had slight confusion as he said, "well....she's from Hollywood...and she goes to school...do I need to say more??". Charlotte gave him a tight smile as she said, "we'll believe you when we see it, Hen..." which made Henry roll his eyes at his two friends and boss.

Y/N stepped out of the taxi as she stood in front of Henry's home. She was smiling happily as it had been a while since she met up with her lovely boyfriend. Her heels clicked on the pavement as she walked up to his porch and rang the doorbell. A man opened up and looked a bit confused as he said, "uhm, hello, can I help you?". She recognized him as Henry's father, she had seen him in photos a few times. She smiled brightly as she answered the man with, "hello sir!! I'm here for Henry". The man looked even more confused, but turned towards the stairs and yelled out, "Henry!!! There's a girl for you!!!" And it was comical how fast Henry ran down the stairs to the point of almost falling--made her giggle as she watched. His father walked away from the door as Henry smiled at her. "Babe! You're here!!" As he hugged her tightly. She laughed as she hugged him back tightly. "Yes!! I have some free time so I decided to come visit," she explained as she looked at him. He looked her up and down--she was dressed extremely beautifully and stylishly, so cute and attractive. He blushed as he put a hand on the small of her back and led her up to his room. "How are things at school?" He asked her curiously as he grabbed her bags from her and put them on the ground by his bed. She plopped down on his bed as she began to talk excitedly. "Well it's going amazing!!! There was this producer from the Platinum Music Awards and we were able to send our auditions in so that maybe we could perform at the show and like my friend Tori won the competition but then was fired and I was banned from eating bibble with my sister!!" She rambled on happily as she explained what happened at Hollywood Arts. Henry--even though having dated her for a while--still couldn't help but be impressed. Sure, he was a superhero and was famous already, but being noticed by a producer?? That was so cool, he thought. "Yeah?? What's bibble, sweetheart?" He asked her with a smile, laced with a little confusion and curiosity, sitting down next to her. She laughed happily as she leaned into him, saying, "bibble is a delicious colorful popcorn-like candy and it's the best candy out there and I love it!!!! Me and my sister are banned from buying, eating and breathing in bibble!!!" She explained with a slight laugh and smile. Henry let out a loving chuckle as he shook his head. But his demeanor quickly grew tense as his S.W.A.T. watch went off. She looked at his watch curiously as she said, "your watch beeps". He laughed nervously as he looked at her, he then tried to explain as he said, "yeah... It's uhm...an alarm, for work...it means..that...yeah...wait here, okay?" Which in return she just nodded with a smile. He quickly rushed out of the room and went into his bathroom, locking the door. He swatted his watch open and a hologram of Ray appeared. "Hey Kid! Listen, I need you to come into work," Ray said with that annoying smirky smile. Henry replied with, "for what? I thought you said I could have the half day off? I'm a little busy with my girlfriend.. She's visiting me today," he tried to explain, only to immediately get a scoff in return. Ray said, "sure... GIRLFRIEND! HAH!! And you thought wrong. Charlotte and Jasper need help with cleaning the mancave," as Henry gave the hologram a deadpanned expression. He really couldn't stand his boss sometimes. "What do I do about Y/N then??" Henry asked his boss, Ray laughed in his face again as he said, "Y/N!? You're making up names too now!? Oh...you're making me laugh. Be here in 5" as the hologram disappeared. Henry couldn't help but look at his watch in disbelief. Was it that hard for Ray to comprehend that he didn't have girl trouble for once??

"Yep, you're banned. GET HIM OUT OF HERE!!!" he yelled at the screen after a viewer sent that Caseoh would eat the entire McDonald's branch when he asked how much his viewers usually ordered. One viewer sent "Y/N's live??" Which made Caseoh smile. His beautiful girlfriend Y/N was streaming in the other room. She was filming an internet commentary stream this time. "Don't eat her pls" someone commented. "I'm NOT eating her!!" He shot back. His viewers always joked about the fact that he pulled her, and he didn't mind--his chat was creative after all. "I imagine it being like the fat John Goodman meme behind the cameras" and Caseoh looked confused. "Who!?" He said as he searched the meme up. Caseoh then looked back at the screen with a deadpanned expression and said "yeah, you're banned buddy!! From all my platforms!"

The streaming went on for a while before he logged off. He decided to check up on Y/N so he got off his chair and walked up to the room she streamed at. She sat there defeated behind the desk. "What's wrong, baby?" He asked as he sat down on the bed behind her, waiting for her to talk. "I didn't meet my goal!!! I'm a failure!!! How could I be an internet angel!?" She scolded herself as she stood up and walked up to him. He held her waist and pulled her in his lap. "Hey, calm down hun. It's fine, it's just 1 stream. And hey, you're my angel, isn't that enough?" He said which made her giggle. "You corny man" she snickered which made him laugh. "You wore this to stream? No wonder my chat went off on me with the jokes" he mumbled as he rubbed her waist, looking at the cute dress she was wearing. She smiled and said "you like it?" With a silly smile. "Like it? I love it" he answered as his hands moved down to her legs. "Let me help you relax, yeah?" He asked her. She blushed, but nodded. "What're you gonna do?" She asked softly.

He then picked her up bridal style while standing up and threw her on the bed safely. She squealed at the impact, which he found so cute. Caseoh then got on the bed himself beside her and held her close. She blushed more when she realized his hand moving between her legs. She spread her legs some more to give him the space he needed. "You're so pretty... My pretty girl" he praised softly as he kissed the top of her head. "Case..." She breathed out quietly. Then she released a gasp as he started massaging her pussy through her panties. She hid her face in his chest as his fingers then pushed them aside. His hands and fingers were huge, he always managed to stretch her out by his fingers alone and it made her wetter to think about. "You're getting wetter, somethin' you thinkin' about?" He asked with a knowing smile. She let out a moan as he pushed one finger in, thrusting it in and out of her tight canal. "This is the only exercise I'll commit to doin'" he said which made her release a giggle between her sweet moans. He then pushed her head up with his free hand and put his lips on hers, kissing her sweetly while his finger absolutely destroying her cunt as he pushed a second one in. She moaned into kiss as she felt a knot tightening in her stomach. Caseoh noticed the way she started to grind against his fingers so his thumb found her clit and started rubbing. "Aah~! Ngh~!" She moaned out in surprise, but it was enough to snap that knot. She came all over his fingers.

He took his fingers out with a smile and it made her horny again. "Again! Please!" She exclaimed as she grinded against him. "You're still horny? Damn woman" he laughed, but who was he to leave his beautiful girlfriend hanging? He pulled her onto his lap which made her smile. She grinded against his crotch as she put her arms around his neck. "I love you..you're so attractive in all the ways that exist" she told him which made him blush and smile a bit shyly. His hands found their place on her waist as he said "you gonna do something or should I?" With a teasing tone. She laughed and her hands went down his belly to his pants, pulling down his joggers and boxers to reveal his cock. He pulled her up a little by her waist and aligned her with his cock--both of them releasing moans when she sat down. "You're so tight, my God.." he moaned out. She gasped at the stretch, her walls gripping his dick greedily. "Mhm~! Ah~... So big~.." She moaned out softly, as she started to ride him. The room smelled like sex and the only noise present were their moans and the wet squelching sounds. "Ngh~!! I'm gonna-I'm gonna cum~!" She moaned out as he helped her bounce. "Cum for me, pretty girl, come on, mhm~! Hah~.." He moaned out. She cried out as she came on his cock, juices squirting everywhere. He groaned as his own orgasm followed, making her gasp as she felt his warm cum in her womb. She raised her hips, his cock slipping out of her. He gave a smug smile as he saw his cum dripping out of her. "Goddamn that looks like some good condensed milk" which made her giggle. "You're so silly" she said with a smile as she cuddled against him, safe in his big strong arms.

Jack could've punched his skull in.

That was all that ran through his head when he saw Jeff shamelessly flirting with her, touching her waist as if she was his, justifying it with some bullshit excuse. "Shameless slasher trash..." he said angrily as he watched. She was telling him off, but in his eyes--she wasn't doing it well enough, and that pissed him off. He walked up to the two and said "piss off, patchwork boy" with a glare. Jeff glared back and said "fuck you, Pennywise" before walking away. She looked at him with a nervous expression. Jack was usually very scary when he was angry, but mixed with jealousy? She prayed silently.

"It wasn't... I tried to shoo him away.." she said quietly as she looked down. He chuckled darkly and said "from what I saw, you didn't try hard enough. You want that butter knife boy more than me?" he asked. Before she could answer, she let out a surprised yelp as he gripped the collar of her clothing tightly. She clenched her eyes shut, expecting some kind of impact on her body--but was just met with quiet chuckles. "You're still afraid of me... that's a good sign, it means you still love me" he told her in her ear, his voice ringing through like smooth satin.

"I'm sorry, Jack..." she tried to say but he didn't budge. He needed to punish her, punish her for breaking his mind. She was pushed against a tree which made her let out a grunt. "People who act out against rules, get punished, doll" he said as he delivered a hard slap against her cheek which made her cry out. He then stroked the same cheek gently while cooing at her. "It pains me to mark a beautiful doll of mine with scars, but you make it hard..tsk tsk tsk" he exclaimed. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with fear and nerves. Jack was truly terrifying when he was angry and jealous, she dreaded him in this state. "It's all my fault, I'm sorry!" she cried out, hoping it would sway him, but it just made him all the more aroused--and her 'confession' gave him even more the reason to justify his behavior.

"Your fear truly arouses me" he said with a content sigh. "Maybe I should fuck you, mark you up, hm?" he questioned. "Mark me..?" she asked carefully, he laughed in response and replied with "not a physical mark. I'll just... fuck you in front of a crowd" while wearing a sadistic smile. Her eyes widened in shock at his words. "A crowd!? You mean... around the other creepers?" she asked quietly with a nervous undertone. "No, dummy! I'd rather die than show them my doll's body. You should know that by now" he said in response. She then looked around her and saw shadow figures by the trees. She knew Jack long enough to know that these were just hallucinations created by him, but it didn't take the embarrassment and humiliation away.

His long fingers lingered from her waist to her legs, before finding space between them. He started rubbing her cunt, feeling her arousal on his fingers. "Such a whore, getting aroused by your punishment. Maybe you're flirting with others on purpose, hm?" he said with a cruel tone. "Act like a whore and I should treat you like one" he exclaimed as he laughed. "Mhm~...! Hah.." she moaned out, feeling herself get lost in his movements. The way his long fingers glided over her clothed panties--how the other hand played with her clit. It made a knot appear in her stomach. She closed her eyes as she began to moan louder, until she felt his fingers move away. She opened her eyes again and looked up at him with surprise, "Why did you stop?" she asked, a slight undertone of desperation in her voice. "Like I said, act like a whore, get treated like one. Tainted dolls don't get fair treatment" he replied, which made her give him a shocked expression.

"But I didn't flirt with him!! He was-" she started, but he shushed her before she could continue and said "toys don't talk" he just said with a smile as he pushed her to the floor. She landed with a surprised gasp, as Jack reached down and slipped her panties off--then pushing them in her mouth so that she was gagged. She whimpered slightly as she felt the fabric against her tongue, the sight making his cock even harder if that was possible.

He turned her around and pulled her ass up, making her gasp as he grabbed her hair and pulled hard. "When will you ever learn to listen to me? I am your lover, so why is it so hard to obey me?" he asked, not waiting for an answer. "You make me hurt you, always. But considering how wet you are--you probably enjoy it" he concluded as he kissed her neck and cheek, the feeling ticklish in contrast to her burning scalp. He finally let go and unzipped his pants, following with pulling down his suspenders--revealing his monster cock. Her heart raced a little, since he was big. Never had she been able to take his full length and he respected it too--reluctantly. But now, he wasn't gonna listen. He felt justified, she flirted so now he had free reign over her body as a way to punish her. He rubbed his tip against her slit while saying "hmm... so vulnerable, in need of me. It's arousing~".

He then started to push in, which made her moan loudly. But her eyes went wide as she realized he wasn't stopping with pushing. She whimpered around her panties as she tried to crawl away--only to be met with a hand pulling her hair. "You like this, eh!? Being fucked in front of everyone!? You're a slut, my slutty doll~!" he moaned out as he let go of her hair. She let out a loud yell as his full length was eventually snug between her walls. He then started to move, in and out--the squelching was very audible, his hands were on her waist--keeping her from crawling away which forced her to take it all. She moaned in ecstasy as her eyes went to the back of her head. Her body was jerking because of the strength of his thrusts--he was fucking her like she was nothing other than a fuckdoll. "Fuck~! Mhm..! Fuck~!" he moaned out as he pressed the bulge to emphasize his point.

Just maybe--if she let him do this, they'd be done earlier, she thought. He leaned down and licked her tear, saying "you look so cute while you cry, too big, right!?" while laughing maniacally. She began to meet his thrusts as she couldn't resist it--making him smile with a sadistic gleam. She always did this, trying to act in resistance before giving up--before noticing who owned her, he thought. That familiar knot appeared in her belly again and she moaned out loudly, cumming around his cock. He gave a few hard thrusts before cumming deep in her womb. When he pulled out, his cum immediately spilled out--stomach deflating in the meanwhile. She dropped to the side while panting. "Who's are you?" Jack asked in that sickly sweet tone. "Yours... Jack, you..." she said while slurring, her mind blank. That was right, his. All his. She didn't need anyone else, only him. She looked around a bit to see that the shadows were gone, which made her sigh and her eyes water again. Jack held her close. "Dont cry, doll. I won't hurt you again" he whispered in her ear, both of them knowing they were just empty.

Michael was so done with you, and he couldn’t believe he was even thinking that way about you. First, you had teased him on purpose--flirting with other men in front of him (even if you claimed you were just complimenting them, with a smug smirk), knowing exactly how much he hated it. And then, you showed up at his work wearing that short skirt that would flash your whole ass if you bent over. Normally, he wouldn’t have minded… but his father was there, and that bastard had been shamelessly staring at your legs. That was the final straw. How dare his father do that, knowing you belonged only to him? And how dare you act like that while his father was watching?

When 6 AM came, he returned home, took off his coat, and kicked off his shoes. His eyes fell to yours--those beautiful shoes he loved so much, the ones he’d bought for you. They had a tiny purple bow, and it sent a jolt of heat through him knowing you wore purple as his silent claim on you. He walked upstairs and found you asleep, his beautiful darling. He let out a shuddered breath, his body warming as he took in your angelic, peaceful form. You had dared to tease him, to speak to other men with that flirty lilt in your voice. This was your own doing… that’s what he told himself to justify what he was about to do.

He woke you, and you yawned adorably, blinking up at him.

“Michael… it’s 6 AM…” you mumbled sleepily. “I know, love,” he said with a smile, “but we have to talk about your behavior today. That was simply unacceptable…” His hand stroked your hair as he added, “I think you should do something… as an apology,” his fingers already working at his belt. “I didn’t do anything!” you pouted, your voice defiant. “You’re not the one who decides that. You don’t flirt with other men and then claim you did nothing!” he snapped, freeing his cock from his boxers and rubbing the tip against your lips. “Just apologize, and I’ll forget all about it,” he said in that smooth, dangerously hot British accent.

“Hmph, maybe I thought their dicks were worth the trouble,” you shot back. His eyes went wide. You thought their dicks were worth it? You’d been thinking about their dicks? Was he not good enough?

“Fucking dickheads… putting thoughts like that in her head…”

His hand shot out, grabbing your wrists and pinning them above your head. You let out a startled yelp as he pushed you down onto the bed.

“How dare you… thinking about those other bastards’ cocks when you have mine? Fucking slag,” he snarled. “Your dad could probably fuck me better,” you taunted in that bratty tone he despised. If there was one thing he hated more than anything, it was the idea of his father being better than him at anything.

“I hate him. I wish he’d go through springlock failure again…”

You gasped when his free hand gripped your head and forced his cock deep into your throat. You huffed in protest but quickly began sucking eagerly. “You always make me do this… fuck!” he groaned, his voice low and rough. You looked up at him, and he gave you a twisted smile. “Look at you… my little cocksucker, fuck~! Mmm~! That’s all you’re good for--keeping my cock warm~! Let me do the thinking for you~!” he moaned, thrusting into your throat until you gagged.

Your eyes watered as breathing grew difficult, but with your wrists pinned, you couldn’t move away. He held your head still as he came down your throat with a deep, satisfied moan.

Finally, he released your wrists and hair, and you coughed, catching your breath.

“’M sorry, Michael…” you whispered with teary eyes, thighs rubbing together unconsciously. Michael smiled with something dark behind it, leaning down to kiss your tears.

“You look so beautiful… even when you’re crying. So fragile…” he murmured, cupping your face and kissing you deeply. So fragile… you needed him--his protection. Only his.

His hands slid down, pinching your nipples through your nightgown and drawing out a needy whimper. “I don’t think you’re that sorry yet…” he said, his gaze dropping to your stomach.

His tongue darted across his lips as he imagined your belly swollen, your tits full and heavy. The thought made his cock twitch. That would teach you. That would make sure you could never leave him. He slid your panties off, and you didn’t resist--just let him do whatever he wanted, even through your whining and tears. That was the reward of his careful manipulation: you were such a good listener now. Lining himself up, he teased your slit before pushing in, drawing a loud, needy moan from your throat. He didn’t wait before moving, the sound of skin slapping against skin mixing with your cries and the wet squelch of your bodies. “M-Mike~!!” you moaned out, voice breaking. Your pussy clamped around him like a vice as he thrust harder, his groans joining yours. “Fuck~! You’re so pretty… my pretty girl! Fuckin’ hell~!” he gasped.

You looped your arms around his neck, moaning sweetly against him. He looked down at your flushed, dazed face--eyes rolled back, lips parted--and chuckled darkly. Leaning to your ear, he whispered, “I’m gonna fill you up so good.” You babbled something incoherent in reply. Michael’s thrusts turned erratic as his release built. Then you felt it--hot, thick spurts filling you, and you cried out as you squirted around him. Michael sighed in satisfaction, kissing your wet cheeks. “They wouldn’t fuck you like this, would they?” he murmured with a soft laugh. You mumbled nonsense before sleep claimed you. He pulled out and caressed your cheek, his cum oozing out of your well-used hole. “Maybe I should fuck you in front of William,” he said to himself, a lovesick gleam in his eyes.

Maybe being bratty wasn’t so bad after all…

It wasn't supposed to end like this.

That’s all he thought as he woke up with a painful headache. He was the youngest Shelby brother, having just turned 18. He wasn’t that busy with Peaky business or desperately trying to get his brothers’ approval like Finn. He just... did his own thing, causing his own trouble.

He had three friends he always hung out with: William, George, and Harold. The group consisted of those three little shitheads who did what most teen boys did--cause disturbances for the other people in the neighborhood, drinking, smoking, going after the ladies--you name it.

Tommy had sat him down and, along with Arthur and John, strictly told him not to go out, as they were at war with another gang. But Y/N frowned; he didn’t like this. They all knew he’d made plans to hang out with his friends! “Are you fuckin’ takin’ the piss out of me?” he said in disbelief at the last-minute orders. Arthur said, “It’s for your own good, brother,” as he patted his shoulder.

For your own good... yeah, right, Y/N scoffed as they walked out of the room.

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When everyone was busy discussing the ongoing war, Y/N took his chance. He slipped out of his window and met up with George, William, and Harold. They were in a bar--drinking and chatting. “Ah, shit, I have to go home, mates. Me mum’s gonna beat my ass if she finds out I’m gone,” Harold said. Y/N tapped his shoulder and said, “It’s all good, mate! Speak to you tomorrow,” and they all said their goodbyes to Harold. William looked at Y/N and George and said, “Why the fuck are those two men staring at us?” He noticed two men sitting by the bar looking at their table. George grinned and replied, “Not so paranoid, Willie. They’re probably jealous of these beautiful darlin’s,” as he smirked at the ladies sitting by their table, who giggled softly. Y/N didn’t care much either, too busy with the ladies by the table.

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After a while, the girls had to leave, and that’s when the boys also decided it was time to leave too. They were completely shitfaced, laughing while stumbling around. William and George parted ways, leaving Y/N alone. He was stumbling a bit, but even drunk he knew how to walk home. Pitter, patter... he thought it was in his head for a moment--that his mind was going haywire because of the alcohol--but then he realized there was indeed someone following him. Before he could turn around, a gun hit him hard on the back of the head, causing him to fall to the ground. The noise around him muffled and his head throbbing, then a cloth was pressed against his nose and mouth. He accidentally inhaled whatever was used, and that’s when everything went dark.

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The family had finally finished discussing business. Tommy took out a cigarette as he turned to Finn and said, “Go get Y/N.” Finn mumbled before getting up and leaving the office. Arthur chuckled and said, “He’s probably sulkin’ about earlier,” which made John smirk and say, “He does it a lot.” Polly rolled her eyes at them and said, “The boy is 18, cut him some slack.” Everything was going well--before it wasn’t. Finn came back to the office and said, “Uhm, Y/N isn’t in his room.” All their smiles dropped. Tommy looked irritated as he pinched the bridge of his nose and said, “Let’s just wait. He was gonna hang out with those three shitheads. He usually stays over at one of theirs,” but it didn’t help that Polly and Ada still held a bit of concern. Arthur said, “He’s gonna get it once he gets back,” irritated and even a bit angry that Y/N disobeyed them again. Sure, he usually (if not always) did when they said no, but this was during a gang war--with enemies who’d do anything to get through the Peaky Blinders.

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Y/N looked around. He was tied to a chair as he tried to move his legs and wrists. “Where the fuck am I!? Who’s there?! It smells fuckin' rancid!!” he yelled out, even though he was scared shitless. He had never done any gangster business, so he didn’t really know what to do in a situation like this. It’s for your own good... Oh, how he wished he had listened to Arthur.

A man walked in, saying, “Ah, you’re awake,” with a German accent. His heart dropped--he had overheard his brothers saying they were at war with a German gang. The man told him, “I want to know where your brothers hide the weapons.” Y/N quickly said, “I don’t know shit, mate!” frightened. The man replied, “Tch, tch, tch...” as he walked closer and suddenly punched him in the face.

“I’m not telling shit!” Y/N spat. The man punched him again. “Where does Tommy hide the weapons?” he repeated, in a much more irritated tone. “Fuck you, dickhead!” Y/N yelled, which made the man kick him hard in the stomach. He gasped, that kick combined with his earlier drinking was a bad combination--Y/N vomited, his vomit hitting the man. That seemed to anger the man more as he took off his suit blazer and jacket and reached for a stick that was in the corner of the room.

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When morning hit, Arthur and John were on their way to the three shitheads’ homes to retrieve Y/N after Tommy ordered them to do so, seemingly more stressed. Arthur went to Harold’s home and knocked. His mom opened the door. “Oh, Mr. Shelby...” she said nervously. “Are you here for Harold?” Arthur said, “Yes, could I speak with him?” She yelled, “Harold, dear! You have a guest!” and walked away. Harold walked to the door while squinting--the 17-year-old had a bad hangover. “Mr. Shelby? Can I help you?” he asked. “Is Y/N with you?” Arthur asked straightforwardly. Harold shook his head and replied, “No, sorry sir, I left earlier than William, Y/N, and George.”

With John, he knocked on William’s door, who opened groaning.

“Fuck, Mr. Shelby? I know he wasn’t supposed to sneak out, I’m sorry... please don’t--” William began, scared John was there to punch him. John cut him off, “I’m just here for Y/N. Is he with you?”

William shook his head. “No, I parted ways with George and Y/N,” which made John sigh and mumble “useless dickhead” under his breath. When Arthur and John also asked George and received the same answer, terror struck them, and they rushed back home and stormed into Tommy’s office. “He’s fuckin’ gone!” John said angrily. Tommy’s eyes darkened, and he slammed his fist on the desk. “FUCK!!”

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His body was covered in bruises and slashes, but he kept his mouth shut. His blouse and restraints were removed, and now he was shaking on the floor as he spat out blood. He groaned as two men held him up. “Ready to talk?” the man asked. Y/N shook his head defiantly.

“Mach es,” the man told the others, and they dunked his head in a barrel of water. He held his breath in, which one of the men noticed. “Er hält den Atem an,” he said, and as the man heard those words, he stood behind Y/N and kicked him in the balls, making him yell out and water to enter his mouth.

After a few hours, it turned dark, so the men took a break. Y/N wasn’t allowed to sleep--throwing a bucket of water on him if he fell asleep. The boss hoped he’d break that way.

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After two days, he had lost a significant amount of weight as they also deprived him of food and water. Y/N was half-assed to just snitch, wanting this to be over with. But he’d never forgive himself if something happened to his sister, his brothers, Aunt Polly... He was now in a chair again while the man spouted out threats. He wanted to cry so bad, but he held it in, not wanting to give the asshole more fuel to work with. “Maybe I’ll go for those three boys... those are your friends, right?!”, “How would you like to witness me shooting them one by one in front of you, eh?!” the man yelled. Y/N panicked; he didn’t want his friends in danger, not his best mates. But he kept his mouth shut. The man let out a frustrated yell and punched the boy.

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Now he was forced to be in a crouching position. He had been in this position for hours--five hours. It hurt so much, and it was completely silent in the room--he was alone. He thought he was gonna lose his mind. The sleep deprivation was getting to him, and he thought he was seeing things. “Please! I don’t know anything!” Y/N yelled, but no one came. “Where the fuck are they?!” he shouted, referring to his brothers. He didn’t even know how many days it had been. Were they even looking for him still? The silence and the pain forced him to listen to his thoughts. Silent tears fell from his cheeks. “I want to fuck around with Willie... George, Harold...”, “What would they have eaten for breakfast today? Tommy normally doesn’t eat breakfast.”, “What’s the weather? It’s quite nice.” He was talking to himself; he felt like he was losing it slowly.

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It was freezing cold in the room. He was in a corner on the ground, shivering while hugging himself. That’s when he heard shots, so he tried to sit up slowly while wincing and groaning in pain. One of the German gangsters ran in, bloody and begging, saying something about the room being compromised. Y/N’s eyes widened as he saw Tommy walk in. “Oh my God, Tommy!! Oh my God!!” Y/N exclaimed as he rushed over and hugged his brother. “Fuckin’ hell, look at you... I’m so sorry,” Tommy said as he hugged his little brother back. He almost never apologized to people, but Y/N wasn’t just anyone. Y/N was someone he was gonna protect with his whole being; he was one of the few in his family who wasn’t tainted by his business.

John and Arthur also walked in, Arthur shooting the man who led them to the basement. Y/N finally burst out in tears as he hugged Arthur and John, who hugged him back firmly.

“Welcome back, brother,” Arthur said as he patted his shoulder with a gentle force. “Fuckin’ hell, look at you. Ladies aren’t gonna like that,” John joked with a smirk. “Fuck you, dickhead,” Y/N laughed and cried.

He immediately fell asleep in the car, and when they arrived home, he ate half the kitchen empty. The Peaky Blinders won the gang war. Because after all, you don’t mess with a Shelby brother, right?