thomaslittlegirl

[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.

[thomaslittlegirl]

"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???

[thomaslittlegirl]

Do my request quickly

? im not a machine. fuck you

[thomaslittlegirl]

https://x.com/cilliansbbygrl/status/1884522294778945581?s=46&t=vDOiXZU03zATp3u5BlgC8A

Peepaw 🤣 but no he looks so good 🤩🤩

awwwwww my babyyyy 🥺😕

[thomaslittlegirl]

Peaky Blinders as text posts part 1/?

[thomaslittlegirl]

will you like to read more uncle tommy?

[thomaslittlegirl]

“my body is a temple” bitch my body is the murder house you’re gonna die in there

[thomaslittlegirl]

this might heal me ngl

sealed (tate langdon x reader)

No matter how big it is, it always fits.

tags n warnings: extreme size kink, est. relationship, piv, language, straight to filth, kind of inexperienced!reader, reader is scared of it. word count: +600. masterlist

You were completely stunned. Sure, you’d seen a big dick before—you weren’t some rookie. But one this size? That was a whole different ball game. You’d only had sex like it once, and after that, well… your sex life had gone into early retirement.

Staring at the massive covered cock in front of you, you couldn’t help but wonder if you still had it in you to handle something this big. Yet there was no backing out now—not with Tate looking at you like that, his expression crystal clear. He was hungry, and he knew exactly what he wanted.

He grinned at you, pulling his boxers down. It was even bigger than you thought.

“Oh my god, I’m gonna die,” you muttered, feeling as helpless as a lamb staring at a wolf as you gawked at the ridiculous size of it.

“You’ll die from something else,” Tate teased, sliding closer to your slit, holding his cock like it was some kind of trophy. "Crying on my cock."

“Shut up,” you snapped automatically, but your voice wavered. Your mouth was watering, sure, you were definitely nervous. Could you even handle this? “We’ll just… take it slow,” you mumbled, more to yourself than to him, your fingers hesitating as you reached for his hair.

“Take all the time you need,” he replied with that trademark smirk, biting his bottom lip just slightly. 

He was doing this on purpose, no doubt about it. Tate knew the size was intimidating, and he loved watching you squirm a little. He knew you were tight and he wanted to feel your walls squeeze him like a bite, warming and welcoming his cock, sucking him greedily. 

“It's made for it, you know. It always fits.”

“Tate… you gotta take care of me,” you whimpered, staring at the length like it might swallow you whole instead of the other way around, hands trembling slightly as you readied for the first thrust. “God, I heard it hurts when it's too tight. Is it real? Oh my God, Tate… don't wanna hurt you.”

“Just trust me, alright?” he murmured, his tone soft but teasing, his dark eyes fixed on yours in a way that made your stomach flip. Something about him made you believe him, even when you were unsure of yourself.

With a deep breath, you shutted your eyes and his cock penetrated you. The moment it hit your channel, your eyes widened—it was delicious, warm, and so much better than you’d expected. Sure it has a hint of pain, but your walls welcomed him so well, clenching on him.

“God, you're fucking sealed,” he observed, his tone teasing but warm enough to make your cheeks heat up. “You're more than tight, fuck.” 

“Shut up, Tate,” you shot back, but your voice lacked any real bite. Instead, you both dissolved into quiet laughter, the ridiculousness of the moment settling in as he thrusted slowly as he waited for you to get used to his size

You closed your eyes, grinding on him, an involuntary smile spread across your face as he stretched you out. 

“See?” Tate’s voice was low and smooth, laced with that familiar cocky undertone. “Told you it’d be worth it.”

You let out a soft laugh, muffled by his lips ghosting on your lips before pursuing it. “Alright… fine. It’s really good,” you admitted, your voice begrudging but playful. His smirk grew even wider as he leaned back, watching you with boyish satisfaction.

“Yeah, it is—fucking good,” he remarked, reaching over to rock his hips once more. "You're so perfect," His eyes stayed on you, and for a second, you thought you saw something softer beneath the usual snark. 

As you felt your cunt wetting more on each thrust, Tate leaned in closer, his thumb went to the corner of your mouth, his touch lingering just a second too long before inserting on your mouth as his brows knit in pleasure with the sight of you sucking his finger.

For a little while, everything else disappeared—no ghosts, no haunted pasts. Just you, Tate, and the absurdly huge cock.

[thomaslittlegirl]

the boy i have loved since i was 14 (with whom i ruined everything romantically and even part of our friendship) wrote to me just now and ruined my night/mood.

i feel so overwhelmed i want to cry lol :(

[thomaslittlegirl]

you should take a break honey :(

i think that too :(

[thomaslittlegirl]

:( im really so tired of this

[thomaslittlegirl]

Hi beautiful! I loved the way you developed the plot of Cillian's nightmare story. Is there any chance you'll continue the story or write something similar? It would be amazing to read more of your work! Ten a good day! "

thank you love <3 im not going to continue the story because it was a request and i honestly want to leave it at that.

i'll probably do something similar but i still have a looooot of asks and im feeling a little overwhelmed, so maybe later.

have a good day too amorcito 🩷

[thomaslittlegirl]

thomas shelby from peaky blinders

[thomaslittlegirl]

me, seeing someone left me a comment: screaming, running around the room in circles, kicking my feet up in the air, jumping up and down, giggling to myself, squealing, wiggling, dancing around...

me, replying to someone's comment: Thanks! I'm glad you enjoyed it. :)

[thomaslittlegirl]

could we have some smut with bill furlong? 🫣 something where yn is his stress relief and he is very sub with her and pathetic and begs her to fuck him slowly and passionately 😩😩😩😩

i love how pathetic is here :( i need to make him feel good!!

heavenly. bill furlong

warnings; sub!bill, breeding, kinda cockwarming.

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"baby, please." bill murmurs under his breath. his hands caress your back up and down inside your shirt.

furlong had gotten home from work about half an hour ago and had taken a shower, quickly putting on comfortable clothes to get to your side.

he had missed you so, so much.

your eyes look at him with love and one of your hands rests on his cheek, caressing it out of inertia.

"please... let me fuck you." he asks in a choked voice. "let me be inside you... i need to feel you all warm inside..."

the man looks at you with bright eyes, putting on his best angel face. he can't wait another second, he needs to bury himself in your warmth.

when you nod your head, the man smiles weakly and begins to remove the bottom of your clothes, leaving you naked from the waist down.

his mouth begins to salivate just seeing you like this, so exposed to him. he quickly takes off his shirt and pants, demonstrating his lack of underwear. he was prepared, looking forward to this moment. his cock stirs annoyingly against his stomach, aching for relief.

bill wets two of his fingers with his saliva and brings them closer to your crotch, helping to get you wet so you can take in his length. a few seconds after feeling his fingers you get tired: you want his cock.

"please... just fuck me." you ask.

bill removes his fingers from inside you and slowly inserts himself into you, biting his lips when he feels how tight you are. he waits a few seconds for you to get used to the intrusion, knowing that it wouldn't be pleasant for you if he started to move.

when your hips begin to sway, furlong understands that you are ready and begins to push and penetrate you.

gasps escape his mouth as he feels you getting easier to slide. "you're so wet... you feel so wet and hot... it's like heaven..."

bill gets so lost in his own thoughts that he doesn't seem to notice that his thrusts are becoming erratic. you feel so good around him that he can only close his eyes and wait for the orgasm to take him.

"let me be in charge." you ask, when you notice how tiredness takes over. bill lets himself be done as you want and his body hits the mattress, sighing when he feels you on top of him, lining up his cock at your hole.

lne of bill's favorite things was when you took control. he thought you looked beautiful and he loved feeling used by you. he cums too much when you both were in this pose.

"it feels so good to ride you... i could ride your cock for hours." your words echo in his head and he feels the corners of his eyes fill with tears.

his hands curl around your waist and he sits on the bed, resting his head on your chest as you move harshly.

"please don't stop... don't stop, doll. you feel so good... you're making me feel so good... please." bill blurts out words as he cries and squeezes your waist, feeling overwhelmed by the pleasure.

"am i making you feel good, love?" you ask softly, curling your arm behind his neck.

"so good... you're an angel... you're an angel to me... you're going to make me cum."

you smile, feeling your legs starting to cramp. "me too... im about to..." you speak as you try to get off his lap. his big hands prevent you.

“no… no…” he begs with desperation in his voice, holding you in place as his hips begin to thrust upwards. "let me cum inside you. let me fill you... i've been good... please..."

your eyes widen in amazement. you always fucked without a condom but when he was about to cum he would pull out. a method that was not very functional but that had served them until now, by the grace of fate.

"please. i just want to fill you, don't you want that? don't you want to feel full of my cum? please, it will feel good... i promise."

his words convince you quickly and you nod at the man's teary eyes. your hips move again and they meet the furlong thrusts.

it's a matter of seconds before you come around his cock and he follows seconds later, filling you to the brim.

bill sniffle, feeling overwhelmed by his orgasm. one of your hands caresses his hair and your heart warms when you see him slightly disheveled and tearful.

"was i good? was i good for you?" he asks, running his large hand down your back.

you nod, comforting him with your words. "yes, love. you made me feel really good."

he smiles briefly, hiding his face between your breasts again.

"i never want to leave your insides. your cunt feels heavenly."

[thomaslittlegirl]

i cant stop laughing at michael 😭

How many kids is the dream?

"As many as will happen."

"Ma'am, I am the child."