Peaky Blinders Preferences and Images

《 Pillowtalk with them 》

⚠️ Including Tom, Arthur, John, Finn and Michael ⚠️

-Tom-

• Tommy gets uncharacteristically relaxed.

• Lying completely bare and tangled between the satin sheets, Tom would be calm for the first time in his day, he breathes in and out slowly with a fully satisfied smile on his face and reaches for you.

• He'll reach and grip and not let go.

• Burying his face into your hair, you can feel his smile against your neck as his arms lock around your waist and he climbs on top of you, letting his body melt over yours.

• He won't say a single word, but you know that the quiet shiver he gets when you run the ends of your nails over his spine means he is getting sleepy.

• As he dozes off, you'll make out some of Tommy Shelby's infamous promises in between the sleep-drunk mumbling he often whispers when he thinks you're not listening.

• "I'll be the richest man in this world, I will." He'll mumble quietly, hands lightly squeezing your flesh. "I'll cover you in gold, I swear to you." He gets sweeter and sweeter as his voice gets lower and harder to comprehend. "No one will ever touch you, no one other than me. Anyone who gets in the way of your happiness will meet my bullets, love. You'll see." With one last smile, Tommy will fall deep asleep, whispering one last thing as your fingers draw patterns on his skin: "We'll rule the world together, you and I. King and queen, we'll be, Y/n. I swear to you, I do."

-Arthur-

• Art gets strangely reflexive.

• From time to time, he'll just lay on your stomach, zoning in and out, and occasionally mumbling something in a questioning tone, with a confused frown on his face.

• It's kind of cute, but you don't like it too much because oftentimes he'll jump out of bed and run to his study, writing down some genius idea to share with his brothers afterward.

• The epitome of post-nut clarity.

• However, most times he will just lay there looking completely bewildered, just enjoying the soothing feeling of your fingers running through his hair, then all of a sudden he opens his mouth and drops a bomb on you.

• "If a slug loses its shell, is it naked or is it homeless?"

• You'll sit there for a solid minute, truly pondering both options until you hear him snort, and you know the both of you are done for.

• You two will burst out cackling, laughing so hard that tears start running down the side of your faces.

• After a full quarter of an hour laughing until you're out of breath, you'll calm down for a second, still smiling enough that your faces begin to ache, and Art will lay his head on your lap as you lean back into the headboard with a giggle still rumbling through your stomach and whisper: "definitely both."

-John-

• John-boy gets extremely cocky.

• "I bet your legs are shaking like mad now." he would whisper with that stupid shit-eating grin of his as his fingers trace the bruises on your thighs.

• You'd chuckle and shake your head in disbelief, turning to look him in the eye with that brow raise you know makes him wild. "You're full of yourself, you know that?"

• "And you..." he trails off with a sigh as your lips ghost over his neck. "are full of my..."

• "John." You warn lowly.

• "Full of my love. What did ya think I was gonna say, eh ?" He laughs even harder as he feels you smiling against his skin. "That dirty mind of yours, swear to God."

• "Don't pretend you don't love it."

• "And..."

• "Oh no, John. 'and' what?"

• "Soon... you'll be full with my child."

• "John, we have five children already."

• "So ?"

-Finn-

• Finny gets all dazed and blown away like he can't believe you would actually consider giving him a chance.

• Sighing and giggling in delight all the time.

• He'll hide his face in the pillows every time you compliment him, whether you were talking about how good he made you feel or how nice he looked when he was all flushed and gushy.

• Finn feels like the last man in the world, and the way you look at him, with your eyes filled to the brim with nothing but utmost joy isn't helping the exhilarated feeling that threatens to burst right out of his chest every time you smile at him.

• He just lays there looking at the ceiling as if he just reached heaven. And when he turns to look at you again, his smile is so sweet and lovesick that you can't help but laugh.

• You'll cup his cheeks with your hands, peppering his freckled face with kisses as he laughs and melts and wraps his arms around you as if you were the most precious treasure he had ever had the pleasure of beholding.

• "I fucking love you, Y/n." He'll laugh as he flips you to sit on top of him. "Let's get married, eh? You'd marry me?" You'll nod and laugh and kiss him even more, looking into those wonder-struck eyes of him and showering him with all the love and attention that he only ever wanted from you. "Let's get married then. I'll buy you a dress tomorrow, I'll fix meself a suit and we can get married under that apple tree you love so much. Jeremiah could marry us, Isaiah would be the best man, we don't even need anyone else."

• The love in his eyes is so clear when he speaks to you, and his voice is heavy with emotion. Every touch makes his heart beat faster in his chest, and when you smile down at him, he can't help but get butterflies despite the fact that you two have been together for well over a year.

• "You've thought this whole thing through haven't you?" You smile, chuckling lowly as he leans into the hand you stroke his chin with.

• "More than you know, sweetheart."

-Michael-

• Michael gets very clingy.

• He likes to nuzzle his face in your neck, and hear you telling him little stories from your childhood or singing him a lullaby you remembered from when you were a kid.

• He likes the intimacy, the feeling that for once, nothing in this world matters more than his comfort and his joy.

• You'll be lying in that especially small bed he bought just to make sure you two would always be as close to each other as possible. Your hands are on him, as always, and Michael is blacked-out asleep on your chest, hands on your hips and legs intertwined with yours.

• If you look down at him, you would be sure that he wouldn't wake up anywhere within the next eight hours or so, but the second that you turn away or reach for the book on the nightstand, Michael will whine like a baby, frowning deeply as he pulls you back into him, grabbing the arm that you took away from his body and putting it over his back again.

• Chuckling, you swaddle the both of you in the warm cotton blankets, feeling your heart warm as the boy laying above you sighs in delight, sweetly pressing kisses to your collarbone.

• Twenty minutes from then, you'll reach for the book again, and this time Michael just straight up climbs on top of you and put your hands over your head, interlocking your fingers and grinning coyly as you laugh out loud and shift your position to make it as comfortable as possible for the both of you.

• So yeah. You probably won't be going anywhere anytime soon.