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The twenty five pact

Finn Shelby and Y/n. Written for @thomaslittlegirl

Finn Shelby and Y/n made a promise that if they remained unmarried by 25, they'd wed one another. Finn's come to collect on that promise.

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Finn stood by the edge of the woods tying his horse to a tree as he assessed the situation laid out before him. He'd heard through the grapevine that Y/N had just celebrated her twenty-fifth birthday. 

He stalked towards her slowly trying to dodge the running feral children enjoying the warm spring day. 

Y/n laid out on a checkered blanket, her stomach touching the soft air, her calves bare to the spring breeze that flitted through and gently ruffled her hair. 

She looked like a vision and she was about to be all his. Finn froze several feet from her. 

A man plopped down next to her and mussed up her hair trying to be playful. 

Y/n scoffed and gently hit him with her book. "Stop, you know I don't like to be messed up." She moaned softly begging the immature man to stop. 

Finn smirked thinking about her comment. She'd never minded him playing with her hair, well, not after the inkwell incident when they were in primary school. He'd sat behind her one time. 

He'd dipped her hair into the inkwell and when she pulled forwards she stained her pretty pink dress. He'd gotten quite a licking for that at home. After Polly had smacked him upside the head his elder brothers had joined in. 

They'd eaten only bread  for two weeks so he could pay for a new dress. He'd puffed out his chest when she'd worn it to school. She looked good, because of him he'd reasoned. 

They'd become fast friends that summer and ever next until two years ago when her family moved. He heard she was back, unattached and yet Y/N hadn't reached out. 

The man continued to wrestle with her even though Y/N was literally begging him to stop. Finn's hands turned to fists as he heard the tears in her voice, no doubt welling up in her beautiful orbs. 

"I believe Y/N told you to stop." Finn stood straight, a smirk pulling on the corner of his lips as the man sneered and stood up. He was several feet shorter than Finn. He looked so young and immature. What had Y/N seen in him?

He smiled at her and winked while he looked her up and down. She'd just gotten prettier and more filled out. He could feel the heat flushing through his body. He couldn't wait to kiss her. 

His eyes swept over her hand. No ring…yet.

"Yeah, and you are who, mate?" The man tried squaring off against him. Finn laughed and shoved him back, roughly knocking him onto his back. 

"I'm Finn Shelby, Y/N's finance. " Finn's gaze was locked with hers. 

The man got back up and took a swing at Finn. He'd been boxing with Isiah for years. Finn dodged and let the man fall onto his knees. 

"Enough!" Y/n stood and brushed her dress down. "Finn, how can I help you?" The clipped tone made Finn raise an eyebrow. You startled when his large hand extended out to you. 

"Come on, we have some place to be." Finn gently tucked your arm under his as he tried leading you away. Your date was infuriating with his incessant questions.  

"What makes you think she wants to go with you?" Her date yelled after you. Finn laughed. You'd almost made it to his horse. He laced his fingers together tightly forming a little foot hold for you. 

Without hesitation Y/N mounted the black stead and awaited her knight. 

Finn turned to address the date one more time. They both knew when they rode off together they'd never see this man again.  "She made me a promise, mate, that if we both remained unmarried at twenty five, she'd marry me, we're off to our wedding." He flashed a triumphant grin at the man who grumbled and slunk away. Finn mounted his horse and wrapped his arms tightly around you holding you to him. He clicked his tongue causing the large shining beast to trott forward to your destination and fulfill your promise.

[thomaslittlegirl]

[thomaslittlegirl]

happy valentines 🩷

[thomaslittlegirl]

Why do you as a man have slutty little waist 🧐??

[thomaslittlegirl]

tell me you love meeee

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[thomaslittlegirl]

Hello!!! Can you write an ff that's about Tommy is having dinner with reader and when reader ask her daddy to hand her the pepper, Tommy thought reader is calling him which cause her dad and Tommy both reached for the pepper. Please and thank you!!!! Btw love your work Bae<33

pepper. thomas shelby

you were never a person who cared much about the opinions of others. not when you were little, not when you were a teenager.

much less did you think that you would care now as an adult.

there was something that did matter to you tho.

no one in your family knew thomas: of course, everyone knew that the shelby was your boyfriend but they had not interacted with him firsthand. the opinion that your family members might have about him were all based on what they heard from you or what people were talking about on the street.

being the most important people in your life, you wanted them to meet.

the atmosphere in your home was calm... or well, the one that used to be your home. since you met thomas, you lived more in his house than in yours.

your mother served food on plates while your brother and father chatted, including your boyfriend in the conversation.

you were surprised at how well things were flowing.

thomas was very respectful and you could tell the effort he was putting into not letting anything inappropriate escape his mouth.

"daddy, pass me the pepper." you ask, after taking a bite of the meat. thomas's big hand rests on the pepper shaker at the same time as your father's calloused hand.

the silence that settles at the table makes you realize the mistake you just made. mother bursts into laughter followed by your brother.

your father watches in disbelief as thomas removes the pepper from his hand and hands it to you while caressing your thigh under the table. "not much, baby," he says, knowing that when you overdid it you got very thirsty.

when your father ends up choking on a piece of meat you can't help but feel ashamed and guilty.

thomas was trying hard to make a good impression about the relationship... apparently you had other plans.

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thanks for the request love <3

[thomaslittlegirl]

A question for my mutuals: What do you listen to when you’re writing?

this is such a great question rei! i listen lotssss of lana del rey and deftones (sometimes)

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Hi lovey! 🦢

me again hehe… sorry I haven’t been on tumblr in a bit but I scrolled and yes! I’m the one who requested a part 2 of the glimpse of her :))

idk if I answered that yet 💗 hope you’re doing well!

Would love to read more of that story! Absolutely no pressure at all!

hi angel! i hope you are doing okay, its nice to hear from you again. im thinking about a part 2...

[thomaslittlegirl]

i have zero ideas so, requests are open again. please be patient with me!

[thomaslittlegirl]

im going through my old tumblr blog and i cant believe how well i used to write back then. my writing at 16 was magnificent.

i have works with 4000/almost 5k notes!! speechless.

[thomaslittlegirl]

im enrolling in university. being an adult is scary

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Heyo Bestie I’m back and I’ve got thots!

I think cuddling with Tate and cockwarming him the whole time would make him so happy especially if he got to just plant his face in your tits! Bonus points if he eventually starts sucking your nipples and bunny humps into you until he cums and then stays put because he’s just so safe and warmmmmmmmm

mature content ; MDNI 18+

oh, he’d be in absolute heaven. tucked up against you, face buried in your chest, arms wrapped so tightly around your waist like he’s scared you’ll slip away. he’s warm—well, as warm as he can be, given what he is—but his need for you is so tangible, so desperate, that it makes up for it.

he lets out these little, content sighs, nuzzling into the softest parts of you, his breath warm against your skin. he mumbles sometimes, nothing coherent, just little whimpers of your name, soft “mmh”s and “feels good”s under his breath. but after a while, you feel it. the shift of his hips, the way his cock twitches inside you. and then the first slow, needy grind.

“didn’t mean to,” he whispers, but his voice is slurred with sleep, and he’s already doing it again. slow, almost hesitant, like he doesn’t want to break the moment. but then his lips part against your skin, warm and wet, tongue flicking out as he starts sucking at your nipple, like it soothes him.

and when you shiver, when your fingers thread through his messy curls, he makes this soft, broken sound—half-need, half-relief. “feels so good,” he breathes, rutting against you now, barely-there bunny thrusts, nothing deep, nothing desperate. just need. slow, sweet, lazy.

it doesn’t take long. he tenses against you, mouth still latched onto your nipple as his hips stutter, his breath catching in his throat. and then he melts, exhaling shakily as he slumps against you, pressing even closer.

“‘m stayin’,” he murmurs, drowsy, satisfied. like you’d ever make him leave.

[thomaslittlegirl]

hi there hun, i hope you’re okay. please remember to take care of yourself and put you first. you’re amazing and dont dare let anyone make you feel otherwise <3

you are a sweetness! 🩷 thank you so much for your kind words. i hope you have a nice weekend <3

[thomaslittlegirl]

melody. thomas shelby

thomas is despondent over the death of his daughter and finds solace in the river.

when thomas lost ruby, he also lost a big part of himself. the end of his daughter's life plunged him into deep darkness. he didn't see beyond revenge, hatred and resentment.

no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't see past his desire for revenge, his hatred and resentment.

guilt accompanied him every moment of the day; it didn't let him sleep, it didn't let him eat, it didn't let him breathe.

every time he closed his eyes he remembered his little girl. ruby looked so angelic and even smaller than she was inside that coffin.

that vision would haunt him forever, as would the contempt he felt for himself for not having been there when she left.

what kind of person he was? what kind of father? could he even call himself a father?

lizzie's looks of pain and disgust only made his grief worse. he felt as adrift as ever, he cant see the exit and he even doubts there is one.

the man always perceived himself as a strong and independent person. thomas shelby never needed anyone to stay by his side to endure life's adversities... but now he really needed something. anything, but something to silence the voice in his head that was torturing his thoughts and soul.

thomas thinks about the things he could have done differently; he thinks about how he could have spent her daughter's last moments with her, accompanying her.

thinks about the gifts that he will no longer be able to give her, thinks about the kisses that will never touch her sweet forehead again.

a silent tear falls down his cheek as he holds his head with both hands. his heart pounds and for the first time, the gypsy is afraid.

he is afraid of dying from sadness.

then he hears it, almost like a miracle: the sweet humming of a woman. the similarity of the unknown voice with that of his little ruby makes his hair stand on end.

his eyes widen, his hand instinctively goes to the gun he has resting in his coat pocket. his mind cannot recognize who the woman whispering softly is and curiosity gets the better of him.

he carefully stands up from his leather chair and begins to walk, his bare feet dragging through the hallways. the voice seems to come from outside, and although he looks out the large windows he cannot see anyone, but he hears more clearly.

thomas opens the door, determined to find the mysterious woman: the voice comes from within the forest, hidden between the trees and the purple tones of the sky. he doesn't feel scared but rather very curious.

who could be the owner of that captivating voice and why does he feel the need to hear it even more closely?

his bare feet touch the grass and he feels his skin crawl when it makes contact. the sweet humming continues as does his remarkable interest.

the gypsy walks and enters the forest, and although it is already getting dark in the middle of nature, he does not feel afraid about that, he is a shelby after all.

as he enters the heart of the forest, his heart beats loudly inside his chest. the beautiful voice feels closer and clearer, letting him know that he is about to meet the owner of the song. body moves on impulse, almost as if he were bewitched, the victim of a vile spell.

his steps slow when he reaches the river and sees her, finally meeting the owner of the beautiful humming. she is a young woman, with long dark hair; the water wraps around her body, covering her until only her neck and head are visible.

thomas is amazed by her beauty, observing her completely enthralled.

"finally." says the woman. "i've been waiting for you."

"waiting for me?" thomas asks. how could the girl know that he was going to appear? was she waiting for it? and more importantly, did she know him?

she simply smiles with her mouth closed, but the gypsy can assure that she has the most beautiful smile he has ever seen in his life.

a gust of wind blows the hair of the stranger, who does not take her eyes off thomas.

"did you like my song?" she asks, shelby nods and takes a step forward, noticing how her dark eyes shine.

"i did." he recognize. "it was... hypnotizing."

the woman finally stands up and thomas can finally notice a white dress whose wet fabric clings beautifully to her body. "it is a song for sad souls who carry an unspeakable sorrow."

thomas looks at her, feeling more and more curious about her and everything around her.

"what's your misery, blue eyes?"

shelby wants to laugh at the nickname, but smile soon fades; he remembers ruby, remembers how death took away one of the things he loved most.

"a loss." he responds carefully.

girl looks at him in a strange way, thomas can't read through her expression and that seems strange to him. the woman's eyes seem lifeless; devoid of any emotion.

she dives back into the river, letting the water hide her up to her chin.

"come into the water with me." she asks.

he looks at her in disbelief. the weak light that remains in the sky is fading little by little, the large gray clouds are present and the wind gust seems to get worse.

sky threatens to cry.

the shelby gypsy doubts his next move. he doesn't want to get into the water, but as soon as the beautiful girl starts humming again the song he is hypnotized to listen to her.

injured hands work to remove his expensive coat, throwing it on the grass.

the owner of the beautiful voice makes a sign with a hand, calling him to get into the water with her.

his body begins to follow the path of the beautiful melody, feeling the frozen water gradually begin to wet his clothes as he enters the stream.

thomas knows he lost when the woman now shows her teeth, smiling ghoulishly as she takes him to the bottom of the river, finishing her beautiful song.

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"please... please, mommy..." tate asks between moans. his hands squeeze your hips as he lets you ride him how you like.

your walls wrap around his length in a way so delicious it makes his eyes go white with pleasure.

"hit me, please..."

your eyes widen in amazement and you swallow, as you continue to move your hips back and forth.

"hit you...?" you ask, breathless.

tate pushes his hips to meet yours. the blonde takes one of your hands in his and rests it on his cheek, silently asking you to do it.

you hit him; you slap his cheek and feel him fall apart beneath you.

your hips move circularly and his chest heaves. he asks you to hit him again.

tate never cums as much as when you inflict pain on him. he loves pain, especially if it comes from you.

[thomaslittlegirl]

Why would anon ask you to do their requests quickly? All fanfic writers have a life of their own

i dont know. i have too many asks to work on, its not just this person's. also, the rude treatment???