#Thomas Shelby/Male Reader

[marksbear2]

Need Tommy Shelby to put me down and fuck me dumb while he call me his good boy, i‐ 🏃‍♂️‍➡️🏃‍♂️‍➡️🏃‍♂️‍➡️

🧀anon

My man my mannn, him and Arthur are my favorite out of the whole show. I’m gonna write a small lil thing abt this. And hi 🧀!!

⚠️Warnings!! Bottom reader, Praising, dirty talk, talking through it, spooning, cuddle sex, jerking off, short since I didn’t wanna write bottom reader 😭. And etc⚠️

Thomas Shelby x male reader

The bed squeaked and hit the headboard, grunts and moans falls from both men’s lips. Skin to skin as the Shelby’s hand wondered and touched your chest while kissing and nibbling on his neck. Both men were laying their sides spooning each other.

Tommy’s hips snapped back and forth thrusting his cock deep inside of you.

You let out a shaky breath as you feel Tommy’s lips kiss your ear then lower kissing down your jawline before down your neck.

“Your a good boy, taking my cock like a go lil thing, yeah.” Tommy praises as his tongue trailed down your neck. You’ve never heard Tommy this affectionate. He probably was wanted something after this, but you couldn’t care for the moment.

You feel his hand move down from your chest and to your cock wrapping his hand around it and jerking you off at the rhythm of his thrust.

“Good boy, good boy. Just like that huh?~” Tommy says kissing the side of your face as he thrusted in and out of you.

He either wanted something after this or disappear for weeks after this. You didn’t even understand why you let him do this to you. But you couldn’t help it. Thomas was perfect.

“Wanna cum?— can you be a good boy and cum for me?” Tommy asks breathing heavy by your ear as he jerks your cock off faster.

“I’ll be your good boy, I’ll cum!” You respond back in a weak moan as he jerks off your cock.

“Good boy, cum for me, cum for me.” He says as he squeezed your cock and stroked it with his rough hand.

You couldn’t hold off your orgasm any longer.

With a few more heavy moans and gasping you cum. Your cock spurts out its cum over Tommy’s hand and some getting onto the sheets.

Your hips thrust into his hand as he milks your cock. 

“Good boy.“

“You hear me, love? Good boy.”

THE END

[inspector-m3]

Thomas shelby x male reader drabble thingy idk

I've started watching peaky blinders and Im ill which made me think of this and it wont go away so now it's everyone else's problem too.

I've only watched one season so far so might bot be accurate to his character but im trying ;-;

warnings?: mentions of war, scars (not SH), possible PTSD stuff?? violence, alcohol, swearing...im really bad at warnings but i think that's everything unless you need a warning for the french too (jk)

Thinking about Thomas Shelby who owes you a favour. You own your own little group of miscreants but you dont deal with guns or betting, you grew a hate for guns after the war and made a rule to anyone who entered your pub that no guns were allowed. And you didn't do betting because there was too mich competition and dick measuring going on.

What you did deal in and make a living off of, was information, connections, you knew how to get things and what people had done behind closed doors, you were the eyes and ears in the walls. So of course Thomas had come to you for information, but he knew you wouldn't give it for free which is why he offered you a favour.

"anythin you want...any time, just for the information on the blokes I wrote down on that paper"

He says to you, and you take the offer, having the favour of a peaky blinder was valuable.

But what you weren't prepared for was how you'd use this favour.

It's late at night, your group had gotten into some trouble, a fight with another group that you'd prodded the bear with too much. You loose a few of your men, and that bothered you but what shook you the most out of your calm composure was the use of guns in that fight, the ringing was still in your ears as you stood outside Thomas Shelby's door.

When he opens the door you dont even greet him, just blurt out.

"im cashing in that favour. "

To which he raises an eyebrow but lets you in anyways, waiting silently as he tries to neaten his hair, messed up by a rough sleepless night.

"fuck......can i stay?...just for the night?"

You quickly realise how that sounds and sigh before trying to fix it.

"shit, not like that...i just...i just need to hear a heartbeat that isn't my own"

And somehow you got the great Thomas Shelby to agree on your favour, he convinces himself that it's just a favour, that it doesn't mean anything. But the fact you came to him instead of anyone else almost warmed his cold heart. He knew how it felt when the war wouldn't leave, when it made a home in your head and buried itself deep into your bones so that when they creak all you remember are the cries of your comrades.

So there you are, settled on his bed with your head on his chest, listening to the soft thuds of his heart. Your arms are tucked closely to yourself, trying to have the only contact being your head on his chest because this was humiliating enough as it was.

Your eyes close as you focus on the sound of his heart, it drowns out the sound of guns from both today's fight and the war, the sound of your own heart beating too fast because your body seems to still think there's a frenchman nearby and waiting with another gun.

You don't even realise you fell asleep until you wake up to the unfortunate reality that people tend to move in their sleep, finding your arms entwined around Thomas, your legs tangled with his.

Thomas himself was just as surprised when he hadn't heard any shovels that night and then awoke to see his hand ever so gently cradling your head to his chest, almost as a reflex he brushes his thumb across your shortly cropped hair. His eyes trail down, only now noticing the scars from war across your back and arms, he almost touched them and would've if he didn't know that it would probably wake you up.

You both untangled yourselves and lay apart and in silence when you were more awake.

"....this never happened."

You both agree in silence, knowing what would happen if anyone found out as well as the risk of getting attached which was never even thought about by either of you.

It was never spoken of again, both of you going back to just business, you almost forgot about it too.

Until you were sat in your pub, drinking peacefully with the chatter of the men, only to be disturbed when Thomas Shelby walks in, looking more unnaproachable than usual, he makes a beeline for you and murmurs something you weren't expecting.

"i need a heartbeat"

and it clicked, it was like an accidental secret code because no-one else knew what happened that night.

[xmalereader]

— Peaky Blinders —

《 BloodHound Series 》

• Thomas Shelby x male reader

Request: pls pls pls can we get a tommy shelby and male reader fic?? hes like a huge comfort character for me and ive been having like some super bad depression recently. it would mean so much to have a comforting tommy fic to read or smth, but pls dont stress if you cant do it ;; i rlly look forward to hearing your response !

• Thomas Shelby x Male reader

Requested: I mean Dom tommy x sub Male reader, tommy was the one who looked after yn as he grew up, took care of him whilst your parents were doing their thing, tommy got to see you grow into such a beautiful boi, little did he know you were crushing over him too, it was years later, on your 18th tommy decided to tell you everything not expecting you to feel the same and basically, hot steamy car sex enrolls!

• Thomas Shelby x Male reader

Summary: Reader is Thomas Shelby’s son who is hidden from the world, so what happens if one night he is able to be himself? What happens if he’s caught? - || TWO ||

• Alfie Solomons x Male reader

Requested: Hey hun, hope I'm sending this the right place, if not then excuse me, I'm new to this ahaha. I wanted to request something with Alfie. I was thinking something about Alfie and the reader being together and the workers starts harassing the reader and Alfie is not having any of it and just to whatever else you please. If it's shit then feel free to deny it. Love your page and stories

• Thomas Shelby X FTM! Reader

Requested; hey! hope you're well!! could i request a Tommy x m reader where r is ftm and is feeling Not Good Enough™ and Mr T Fooken Shelby makes him feel better? I'm aware that's vague as fuck and i am so sorry! :)

• Thomas Shelby x Male reader

Requested: Heya, can i request a thomas shelby one where the reader is new to the gang and Thomas starts getting feelings for him but tries to suppress it until they have to go on a dangerous mission and the reader gets hurt? Love your writings and hope you have a great day

• Thomas Shelby x Male reader

Summary: Reader is alone and can’t say goodbye

• Thomas Shelby x Male reader

Requested: So can I request Thomas Shelby × male!reader, where Y/N just moved to Birmingham, and still doesn't know anyone, but walking home at night, he finds Tommy after the events at the end of the first episode of the second season, and takes him home to treat him, since he is a doctor. And after he treats Thomas, it turns out that they have known each other since the days of France, where Y/N was a field orderly. At that time they were in love, but they were scattered around the world, and no one is exactly who is from where.

• Thomas shelby x Son! Reader

Requested: Hi, I saw your requests open and I love your writing! Could I please request a Thomas Shelby x Son!reader where the son takes a bullet for Tommy and comes very close to dying, like he goes into a coma and Thomson's devastated and sure that the reader will die. The reader wakes up.after like 2 weeks and its all angst until its happy ending?

• Thomas shelby x Male reader

Requested: Hey, I could have a Tommy Shelby where he and her husband adopt a baby and when they're gone, John and Arthur will have to take care of him (even though they know it's a bad idea) and they both start cursing in front of the baby and his first word is "fuck". Both are desperate to keep him from saying the word again and when Tommy and her husband arrive, the first thing they hear is a "fuck" from their little angel?

• Thomas shelby x Male reader x Theseus Scamander

Summary: Reader is Thomas Shelby’s son who has nothing to do with his fathers business, he keeps to himself and shys away from society. Thomas knew that his son is a closed off man until he finds hidden love letters that were being sent to his son and plans to get to the bottom of it.

• Thomas Shelby x Vampire! Male reader

Summary: Reader is a doctor who works with the Shelby family and befriends Thomas Shelby, oh and he’s also a vampire. - #1 short story of the vampire series

• Thomas Shelby x Vampire! Male reader

Summary: Just some more facts about little baby vamp and Thomas . - #2 short story of the vampire series

• Thomas Shelby x Vampire! Male reader

Summary: A crossover between the Shelby family and the Cullens. . - #3 short story of the vampire series

• Thomas Shelby x Vampire! Male reader

Summary: Reader attends one of Thomas parties due to him being forced, the doctor not wanting to be there tries to leave the party until he meets an old family name, a name that he always feared. Oswald Mosley. . - #4 short story of the vampire series

• Thomas Shelby x Vampire! Male reader

Summary: Reader is woken up at an early time to check up on Thomas Shelby, who is too stubborn to pay attention to his own health. . - #5 short story of the vampire series

• Thomas Shelby x Vampire! Male reader

Summary: Finale

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Incorrect Quotes:

Leave me alone!

Unfortunate

Yeah no shit—

New Signature

I’ll kill you

Honeymoon

I love you

[separatetheyolk]

MASTERLIST

Formula One

Lewis Hamiltion

ʚɞ In Your Corner | Lewis Hamiltion x M!Reader

↳ You're having a bad day, Lewis helps you through it

ʚɞ Driver's Love Language

↳ how I think Lewis would love/like to be loved

ʚɞ Like Real People Do | Lewis Hamilton x Male!Reader

↳ Lewis Hamilton aftercare

ʚɞ Coming Out | F1 Drivers X Trans!Reader

↳ You come out as trans to your boyfriend

ʚɞ Trans reader headcannons | Lewis Hamilton x Trans!Driver!Reader

↳ What it says on the tin

ʚɞ Just lean on me pt1 | F1 Drivers X Disabled!Male!Reader

↳ How I feel F1 drivers would help you manage your disabilities

Charles Leclerc

ʚɞ Breathe | Charles Leclerc X Trans!British!DriverReader

↳ Years later you’re still dealing with the pain of binding

ʚɞ Hidden In Plain Sight Charles Leclerc X Faceless!Driver!Male!Reader

↳ you value your privacy. As an F1 driver keeping said privacy can be a little hard. Especially when people don't respect your decision.

ʚɞ Coming Out | F1 Drivers X Trans!Reader

↳ You come out as trans to your boyfriend

ʚɞ Just lean on me pt1 | F1 Drivers X Disabled!Male!Reader

↳ How I feel F1 drivers would help you manage your disabilities

Carlos Sainz

ʚɞ The Timeline Of Coming Out | Carlos Sainz X Trans!Reader

↳ You come out as trans to your boyfrind and learn to navigate your transition together

ʚɞ Part One | Part Two

ʚɞ Just lean on me pt1 | F1 Drivers X Disabled!Male!Reader

↳ How I feel F1 drivers would help you manage your disabilities

Lando Norris

ʚɞ drivers love language

↳ how I think Lando would love/like to be loved

ʚɞ Feel Better In Your Skin | Lando Norris X Trans!Driver!Reader

↳ It’s the winter break before the 2025 season and you’ve just had top surgery. It’s up to Lando to take care of you.

ʚɞ This Side Of Paradise | Landoscar x M!Reader

↳ Landoscar Aftercare

ʚɞ Jealousy | Lando Norris x Trans!Reader

↳ You can’t help but compare yourself to every driver on the grid

ʚɞ Coming Out | F1 Drivers X Trans!Reader

↳ You come out as trans to your boyfriend

Oscar Piastri

ʚɞ This Side Of Paradise | Landoscar x M!Reader

↳ Landoscar Aftercare

ʚɞ Coming Out | F1 Drivers X Trans!Reader

↳ You come out as trans to your boyfriend

Peaky Blinders

Thomas Shelby

ʚɞ A Glass A Day Keeps The Shovels Away | Thomas Shelby X M!Reader

↳ Struggling with the aftermaths of war late one night, you go to The Garrison for a drink. There you run into the man who quite possibly could be the one who understands you the most

[hornydilfsinyourarea]

hey V! love your bots, i've probably interacted with most of them since i found your account (they're so well made and actually stay consistent throughout.)

so now i come to you with a request: thomas shelby and a gruff 'guard dog' like user.

the user is a long-time accomplice to thomas, having known each other since before the war, and he works part-time at the garrison as a bartender. thomas is quietly possessive of the user, finding every moment he can to stay close or keep an eye on the user.

thomas calls on the user sometimes to intimidate his competition with his large stature during meetings or to beat/rough up people and thomas likes to watch as he does so, taking delight in the way the user will follow his commands.

but while thomas holds the metaphorical leash in business, the user is the one holding the leash in pleasure. thomas loves when the user interact with him romantically/sexually, especially when the user is dominant and/or controlling.

thomas would probably put a collar on the user to mark him as his if he was allowed (and definitely scratches and bites the user during sex).

thomas pretty much gets off on the idea that he's seen as the leader in public, especially when he commands the user to do something, but behind closed doors its the user taking the lead and thomas would willingly spread his legs if the user even so much as hinted at it.

[feel free to change it up/adjust the request if you'd like to, thanks so much if you do do this reqeust!! much love, anon.]

Thomas Shelby x Male! User

Author's note: I love requests like this- but I hope you don't mind that I did change it a bit! I got a bit inspired by a movie I watched. And thank you so much! I'm glad people love my bots<3

Scenario: "Thomas known you for quite some time now- a very long time, even before the war, though, you two weren't stationed on the same place, you had to work on the front lines while Thomas was stationed in the Small Heath Rifles- meaning… you two barely even saw each other, you had least written letters to him whenever you can, so that he knew you were still alive. But when the war ended, you came home slightly later than Thomas, but he was at least happy he didn't lose you to the war, he even allowed you to stay with him till you got your own home where you could stay- but of course, Thomas could see that the war changed you, it changed everyone, your personality hardened, you got stoic too even, or well, slightly. But one thing stuck out, you gave off intimidating vibes, like you were sizing everyone up that wasn't Thomas or his family, it made Thomas think about how far you were going to go for the Shelby family" Warning: NSFW! Mention of violence (not explicit), sex on desk, slight public setting/office sex, user mentioned being hardened (personality wise) and stoic, mention of war (I don't know much about war, please don't come for me), mention of user fighting the front lines (he was shooting people basically), user's age is not explicitly mentioned (written to be around the same age as Thomas), user is mentioned being a debt collector/bodyguard who also works in Thomas's pub, user and Thomas were childhood friends (you two are still friends to this day), non-established relationship (not explicitly explained, just mentioned that you and Thomas are close and have queer feelings for each other, or well, Thomas at least does), not much is mentioned of how user looks or acts or user's background (that's up to you!), please remember that I do not support violence on others, this is purely for fictional use, I do not condone such behaviors

Scary dog privileges ^ link to bot^

[d3lta-200x]

Shelby brothers x medic! M! Reader please

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Shelby brothers with a M! Medic

▲Cannon typical violence, not proof read and spoilers▲

Male reader Specified

romantic

I wanted to sort of do them getting hurt and the reader stitching them up after they get in a predicament

I also apologise for not posting, had a lot of collage work :]

may be out of character

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Thomas Shelby

this all started after he got left for dead by Sabini, you discharged him early and decided to take him into your own hand and care for him, you were a medic as you knew what you were doing

you nursed him back to health even when he insisted he was completely fine and could look after himself.

he was quite grateful he wasn't stuck in the hospital 24/7 and that he was actually at home although he still insisted on trying to work. he was more grateful then he could ever tell you.

Arthur Shelby

he had come home bruised and bloodied very late at night. You were up and were getting a drink when you heard the door open and close, you could tell from the heavy footsteps who it was. Arthur practicaly passed out when he reached the door frame of the kitchen. you quickly helped him sit down in the kitchen before rushing to get your med kit. you quickly worked to patch him up as he complained and rammbled and was very clearly drunk.

john Shelby

he got in a fight at the garrison and after getting scolded by his oldoer brothers he went to you to get himself sorted out and patched up. You would be sat there patching him up while he rambled away. he is thankful that your there for him at the end of the day, your the best partner he could ever wish for.

[issdisgrace]

Tommy: What are you drawing, love?

Y/n *heavily sweating, hiding their sketch of Tommy tied up, covered in cum*: NOTHING

Tommy *suspicious of Y/n and planning on looking at their sketchbook later*: Mmmhh ok

[cherrycilly]

Hey bro,just letting you know,your sigma alpha male icon is currently sobbing In my arms,whimpering in fact🩷

[lavender-romancer]

Fools

Part Two Tommy Shelby x Male Reader CW: internalised homophobia, sexual themes

You always felt that you were hiding or running from deep inside of you, this feeling that you weren't like other men around you. When you met Tommy it made sense but how could you explore these feelings?

AN: Tommy is not married to Lizzie and Ruby does not exist

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previous part

As your car approached the Shelby Company Limited offices you debated whether this was a grave mistake. Could you honestly go into business with a man you dreamt about? A man that made you feel confused and excited all at once. How could such a man exist and entice you so furiously that you would travel all this way for the ability to see him?

You were shown into Thomas' office by his secretary, Lizzie. As you walked in Tommy was already on a phone call and didn't pay you any attention. Your pathetically hopeful heart sunk when he didn't even look your way as you sat down in an armchair in front of Tommy's desk.

"Can I get you a drink?" Lizzie asked and you turned to her with a smile.

"A whisky, please." You said and she soon came back with a glass that she placed on the table near you before exiting and closing the door.

Tommy was still on the phone so you lit up a cigarette. You looked around, taking in his office. It was much more professional looking than yours, which often had all your paperwork and books strewn around the room. You stood up and began walking round the room, looking at the photographs and grand furniture you wouldn't have expected in this part of England. One photo was him on his wedding day, next to a beautiful blonde woman and you sighed. Picking up the photo it was unmistakably him, the man you had been dreaming of. At this point it felt like sanity had been returned to the situation, there was no secret affection, no intimacy between you. It was a night of mistakes for Thomas, a night where he could try to forget he had a wife but she was still there.

"What are you looking at?" Tommy suddenly said and you placed down the photo.

"Your charming wedding photo, Mr Shelby." You went back into salesman mode plastering a fake smile on your face before returning to your seat. "I wasn't sure if you'd decided on consultancy or stock so I brought documents for both and information on them both and our rates. My assistant can always go over the intricacies of returns but that is primarily up to you. Have you decided what you'll be enquiring about today?" You asked and Tommy said nothing for a few moments, staring down at the table.

"You know why I asked you here?" Thomas asked.

"The meeting, we said we might arrange when we were in that bar?" You furrowed your brows. "We have some wonderful annual deals for our stakeholders wanting to expand into the business itself if youll-"

"Fuck. Not the fucking meeting," Thomas said at a low volume.

"Then what, sir?" You asked and Tommy looked at you.

"Fuck," he said under his breath.

"Let's not pretend we're under any kind of facade that what happened between us means anything to you." You took a drag of your cigarette and stared at Tommy as he sighed.

"And that's a fact?" He asked.

"You're like every other man who's momentarily interested in me. Keep me a secret, not tell your wife about how you fuck men." You shook your head, "So yes. It is a fact." Thomas was silent and took a few moments before replying.

"I have no wife." Was all he said and you could have laughed.

"Thomas, this is ridiculous. Whether you have one or not I doubt you're the type of man who would risk anything relating to your social standing by having anything to do with me." You sighed and Tommy looked perplexed.

"You mean the social pariah nature of it all? A man of your age with no wife? You believe that troubles me?" He asked in disbelief.

"I believe what I know, all that is said about me is in whispers. But within our class standing non-conformity isn't taken too kindly and most of the time I have more business partners and shareholders than any real companionship." Without meaning to you sounded incredibly bitter and spoiled.

"We're both social pariahs. I'm the dick-sucking g**sy and you're the dick-sucking son of a business giant. I don't think we're all that different if you're going to reduce it to those details." Tommy pondered and regretfully you had to agree.

"Why have you asked me here?" You asked after a few moments.

"I can't be entirely sure, was it for business, to see your pretty face or just to imagine a possibility where I could speak freely of what I want. Either way I wanted to see you, we can have an arrangement beneficial to all that are involved. I do want to be involved in the arms business but, I also want to fuck the living daylights out of you." Tommy downed the rest of his whisky as your eyes grew wide, you never thought he'd be that upfront. You didn't know how to react, you didn't even know whether to say anything at this point.

Tommy walked around his desk, standing closer to you with a cautious look on his face. You stood up, nearly nose to nose with him. He ran his finger over your hand, up and down, over and over until his hand moved up your arm and to your chest. Then he leant forward and began kissing your chest, your heartbeat quickened and you clenched your fists- unable to resist how your body reacted to him.

"Oh, fuck it," you muttered before crashing your lips into his.

Pushing him against the desk you gripped onto his hair and lightly pulled it, eliciting a pleased moan from Tommy. You ran your other hand down to his bulge, giving him just enough attention to keep him excited.

"My Shelby?" You both heard from through the door. Tommy pushed you away from him and walked around his desk to sit in his chair, you stood stunned. Even now, in his own business with his own employees he was terrified. You supposed it should be expected and that you couldn't hold it against Thomas.

"Yes?" Tommy called loudly, Lizzie entered and gave him a note before leaving.

"So I assume we're going into business together?" You looked at him in a meaningful way and he scoffed.

"I'd be surprised if we didn't." Tommy said quietly.

"I can be in town for as long as you want me to be," you said slowly approaching the desk, laying your hands on it and leaning towards Tommy.

"Hmm, all the control in my hands?" He asked, standing up and leaning towards you.

"I'd be surprised if that wasn't how you like it." Your voice was low and sultry, this attempt at flirting seemed to be working… at least for the moment.

"I'd be surprised if you didn't take it right back," Tommy leant forward to kiss you and you stepped back. "Bastard." Tommy said with a grin.

"I'll see you soon, Thomas. Ring me at my hotel if you want a meeting." You picked up your coat and headed for the door but as you walked closer you could hear Tommy rise from his chair and walk towards you.

You stopped, gripping onto your coat with your breath quickening and lips drying out. His presence was so imposing behind you, as if he could do anything he wanted to play with you and it would all be acceptable. You were no match for the atmosphere Tommy created. Tommy's lips began tenderly pressing against your neck as his hand gently caressed your growing bulge. It felt ecstatic to be at his mercy, you lent your neck backwards and closed your eyes, feeling that you would collapse into his arms if he teased you anymore. After relentless over-the-clothes teasing, Tommy finally unbuttoned your trousers and you dropped your coat. But to your surprise, Tommy took hold of your neck and guided you to walk over to the side of the room in front of a mirror. He continued to kiss your neck and touch you but you could see the animalistic look in his eyes, the never-satisfied hunger of a queer man you felt deep within yourself. Tommy gently choked you with one hand whilst kissing your neck and touching your dick, everytime your eyes closed he would choke tighter and make you look at yourself and him in the mirror.

The whole experience felt foreign and not necessarily comfortable but exciting all the same. What kind of sexual entanglement had you roped yourself into? Tommy's need for you to look into his eyes as he touched you bordered on the narcissistic, but it was just so sexy how he looked. So domineering, so in control of your every move even when your knees nearly gave out he held you up. When you moaned too loudly he choked you even tighter until you came onto his hand and began breathing heavily.

Your knees well and truly gave out, Tommy held your weight against him and nearly carried you over to a leather sofa near the two of you. He lay down first and you lay on top of him, gently twitching every now and then whilst gripping onto his waistcoat. No words were spoken between the two of you but it wasn't without meaning, Tommy stroked and kissed your hair, he caressed your back and held you until you stopped twitching. The tenderness and care from him was not just a formality of sex or arousal, Thomas didn't know what it was but it was… confusing.

Tommy knew that an emotional entanglement would not be good, how could any of it end beneficially for the both of you? But his body would betray his mind, he was so intrinsically drawn to you from the moment he saw you staring at him in London. It didn't hurt that you were extremely pretty but it wasn't just that. The confusion of his emotion and sexual motivation were slowly intertwining and it was dangerous for him.

"Are you okay?" Tommy asked in a whisper and you nodded, gripping his bicep and holding him closely.

"When would you like me to go?" You asked, looking up at him and he smiled.

"Only for a few hours whilst I have meetings, you can come up to the house and stay." Tommy offered and you looked surprised, no sexual partner had ever offered for you to stay at their home- let alone a possible business partner.

"Maybe I'll make an appearance," you joked as you slowly sat up, Tommy propped himself up on his elbows.

"Come here," he gestured for you to come closer to him until you were nose to nose, both of your lips aching to kiss one another again. "You look so beautiful when you cum," he whispered and you rolled your eyes.

"And you're a tease." You told him with a smirk as you kissed him on the cheek and stood up.

After you'd got dressed again and made your hair look more presentable, Tommy stood up and helped you put your coat on. When you turned around to face him he pulled you into a deep kiss, running his hands over your chest and up to your neck. The need for closeness was unimaginably important to Tommy. After this encounter, Tommy could only feel that you were a necessity for him.

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[bumblesimagines]

"Caught their attention, have you? Tell me all about it."

"I've seen that look before. What's cooking between you two?"

- Thomas Shelby

"Caught their attention, have you? Tell me all about it."

"I've seen that look before. What's cooking between you two?"

pronoun: gender neutral, they/them

You only had to take a glance at the face by the bar before you collected a glass and poured some whiskey in. Scud flashed a charming smile and curled his fingers around the glass, lifting it and tilting it in your direction.

"You know me well, don't you?" His smile, although teasing, still had genuineness to it. You chuckled and shrugged lightly, tossing the white rag over your shoulder. You tried to ignore the fact Tommy's head turned in your direction upon hearing your laugh.

"You come in nearly everyday, Scud. Harry would fire me if I didn't know your usual by now."

"Nah," Scud smacked his lips after taking a sip of his whiskey. "Tommy wouldn't allow that."

Your lips pressed together tightly, eyes flickering over to the Shelby as he stood up from the booth and strode across the pub to stand beside his cousin. He clapped Scud over the shoulder and Scud dipped his head, sending a wink in your direction before he stepped away from the bar.

"Caught his attention, have you? Tell me all about it." Tommy's lip curled up, bright blue eyes trained on his retreating cousin. You snorted quietly and poured him some whiskey as well, setting the bottle aside and leaning forward on the bar.

"Since when does Tommy Shelby care for gossip?"

"I oughta know when it concerns my family." Tommy looked back at you and you resisted the urge to roll your eyes at his words. He pinched his cigarette between two fingers and picked up his cup, maintaining eye contact as he drank.

"Uh huh."

The corners of his eyes crinkled and he quietly chuckled into his cup, setting it back down and bringing the cigarette back to his lips. Tommy had always been a hard to read individual. Always keeping a steely exterior with everyone, even those closest to him. But you'd seen it begin to crack over time throughout your interactions.

Poking his head into the pub, Arthur swept his gaze over everyone present before he finally spotted his brother. "Tommy!" He called and Tommy's amusement disappeared, glancing in the direction of his brother and humming. Drinking the rest of his whiskey and bumming out his cigarette, he slapped a coin on the bar and gave you a small grin.

"Keep it."

"What will I ever do without you, Tommy?" Your sarcastic words got another chuckle out of him and he adjusted his hat, attention lingering on you for a moment longer before he turned back to his brother. You watched him leave through the doors and picked up the coin from the table, digging your teeth into your bottom lip in hopes of biting back the pleased smile threatening to appear on your face.

"I've seen that look before. What's cookin' between you two?" Harry appeared at your side from seemingly thin air, amusement written all over his face. You clicked your tongue and stuffed the coin in your pocket.

"Nothin', Harry. Get back to work."

"I should be tellin' you that."

[charliedakotariley]

What was he like, before France?

He laughed, a lot.

Pre-France Thomas because why not. This is an old "fanart", I wasn't confident in drawing his face so I used and heavily edited Cillian's face from a photo. Other than that everything was drawn by me.

⚠️ If you like this fanart please reblog, hearts do shit.

[xmalereader]

— BloodHound —

Thomas Shelby x Assassin! Male Reader

SUMMARY: Luca changretta is on the hunt for the Shelby family wanting revenge for the death of his father. Thomas’ family is already involved with the situation and wants to keep them safe and goes to Alfie for some help. Alfie gets him on contact with an assassin, one who keeps every inch of his body covered and a mask to hide his identity. Thomas isn’t sure how to feel about the appearance; everyone calls the him the BloodHound.

CONTENT/WARNINGS: 18+ MDNI, NSFW, mentions of death, slight reader x Luca, some Alfie and reader, language, blood, gore, betrayal, semi mite reader, angst, mentions of sex, prostitution, clubbing, alcohol consumption, trauma, 1920s history, small descriptions of reader.

『 Chapter One 』

….coming soon

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A Glass A Day Keeps The Shovels Away | Thomas Shelby x M!Reader

ʚɞ featuring: Thomas Shelby

ʚɞ warnings: PTSD, nightmares, dissociation, alcoholism, drugs, cigarettes, semi-descriptive violence, self distructive tendencies, war

ʚɞ notes: this isnt F1 but a peaky blinders one-shot came on my feed and it inspired me to write a little something. I dont see enough of domestic, kind, sweet Thomas one-shots even though we've seen that side plenty of times in the show so i deicded to write it myself lol

ʚɞ requests are open

The war had an affect on everyone. Soldiers, families, economy. Post-war Birmingham was an absolute shambles with little to help the men who'd put their lives on the line after their return and even less to help the families of those who didn't. Streets filled with drunken men stumbling around in a desperate attempt to stay awake. Women prostituting themselves to strangers in a haze of grief to forget the husband who died for Britain’s cause and to keep their families afloat. Screams and cries throughout the night that leaked through thin walls and spilling onto the street from soliders who'd suffered more than they had to.

And you? You knew those nightmares all too well. You knew the terror and fear. You could hear the shovels and picks. You could hear the mumbling of german through the wall. Sounding meer inches from your ear. You could feel the rough texture of Tommy's muddy shirt pinched between your thumb and pointer finger before hell rained down on your head. The mud bogged your feet and mind down. The sound of a gunshot and the cry of Freddie Thorne. The gunpowder that filled your nose. The knife in your back, scar still etched in your skin. You could feel it sometimes against the backrests of chairs. The way your skin didnt lie flush against the wooden surface, a slight bump where the scar was. An ever constant physical reminder of the toll the war had took on you and others. On Danny, Freddie, Thomas. Every poor soul who managed to make it home. The sound of the picks grew louder in your ears, the anxiety that once bubbled in your stomach now risen to your throat. A slight shine of sweat on your forehead and dampening the night shirt you were wearing. Blankets tangled around your feet like the dirt that had once clung unreleantlessly to your boots. You'd woken up in a fright just as Germans broke through, shooting awake with air being sucked from your lungs. Desperately heaving for Birmingham smoke as you frantically untangled your feet from the blankets. Yes, you knew nightmares all too well.

You tried everything to go back to sleep. Heroin, whiskey, even tried those stupid fucking breathing excersises Polly had told you about. But nothing helped. Wide awake, staring across the room to the wall facing you. Picks still hitting against it. They gave you the worst job..

Eventually, when it became clear you weren't going to get to sleep tonight, you rose from the bed. In a daze of sleep deprevation and darkness, you shuffled your hands along the floor picking up whatever clothing you could find and got yourself dressed. You didnt even bother to check if you looked presentable as you shuffled out the door, pulling the coat tight around your thinning frame to try and peotect you from the downpour, peak of your cap pulled more towards your eyebrows.

You walked aimlessly for about an hour before finding yourself outside the Garrison. Light still on hinting that someone was at least inside. You tried the door, finding it locked so resulted in knocking on the wood harsh enough for anyone inside to hear, wherever they may be.

You weren't left waiting for long, latches unlocking and door opening after about thirty seconds. Thomas Shelby stood in the doorway with that never changing unbothered expression on his face. Wordlessly, you let yourself in, shoving the coat off your shoulders and let it drop to the floor. Sitting at the bar you took your cap off, setting it on the counter with a slight rattle from razor blades. Despite your efforts, you were well and truly soaked. You didnt look up when Thomas made his way behind the counter, pouring you a glass. Nor when he left. Only coming back to the present when you felt the scratchiness of a blanket wrap around wet shoulders. The same fabric they'd used in the war for your uniform. Cheap and easy to mass produce. You took the glass, pulling it closer to yourself and stared into the dark golden concoction. Letting the other grab your coat from the floor and drape it over the counter. You only gave him a glance when he moved to sit down on your left. "You look like shit." He mumbled, lighting a cigarette and slipped it inbetween your fingers.

Thomas had always held a soft spot for you. He'd be rather caught dead then show this side to anyone. But for you? He made an exception. He saw a different side of you during the war. A terrified side, a side that shook at any slight sound, a side that jumped you to attention at any explosion, a side that would cling to him in tunnels like a lost child, a side that would fade from the present during lunch breaks often leaving Thomas to have to remind you, coach you to eat. On your worst days even feed you. That childhood innocence had vanished within the first week of being on the front lines. Replaced with complete and utter fear. You'd hardened your emotions by the time you'd returned home, however. Only showing that fear after nightmares. But you'd still occasionally dissociate when everything was still. "Nightmare?"

You nodded ever so slightly to his question, downing the glass and took a drag from the cigarette. "As usual." You murmered. Feeling the others eyes on you. Clothes soaked through it was easy to see just how thin you'd gotten. "You?" "Haven't tried to sleep." He chuckled softly, reaching for the bottle and pouring you another drink. "You know when you've had an awful day and it will for sure come knocking?" He turned to see you nodding, sighing softly. "Of course you do.." There was silence for about five minutes. A comfortable silence, one that wasn't forced. A silence that calmed your heart and eased away anxieties. A silence that highlighted just how tired and hungry you were. Exhaustion seeping into ivery bone and muscle, weighing you down. As if he could read your mind, Thomas eventually spoke up. "When was the last you ate?" He asked. Able to see your spine protruding from your back, shoulderblades prominant.

When was the last you ate? Did you even know? "Probably yesterday, or the day before." You didnt ever stay still long enough to eat. Or have a bath. Sure, that last part was disgusting. But if you stood still, you'd think and if you'd think, you'd think about the war. And most soldiers were looking to avoid that. You heard another sigh from Thomas, the other standing with a screetch of his chair on the wooden floor. "Finish that drink and then come with me."

Wordlessly, you done as you were told. Downing the rest of the drink, you stood from your stool and with Thomas' help, slipped on the soaked coat. You put on your cap, threw the ciggarette in the glass and followed the man outside. You let him lock up, then began to trail behind him. Ten minutes leter and the man was letting you into his home, hanging up his jacket and helping you take off your own and your cap. He set them infront of the fire, left to head to his room and fished out some dry clothes. He came back to you standing in the middle of the living room like a lost puppy. "Here.. Get changed into these." He spoke, holding the clothing out to you. With shaky and cold hands, you took the clothing. Softer than your own, much softer. But you didn't move to change. Or move to the bathroom to change in private. Stood there, still in the middle of the room, now looking to the clothes in your hands. "Do you need a hand?" You heard, glancing to Thomas briefly before back to the clothes. You didnt respond for a moment, brain computing the question before there was a very slight and clearly embarressed nod.

The clothes were carefully taken from you after that. Set on teh arm of the sofa before Thomas came back into view. He stood infront of you, slowly working on undoing the buttons to your shirt. He then slipped it off your shoulders and set it on the coffee table.

Next he directed you to the sofa, slipping off your shoes to find no socks. You really did just grab whatever you could find, huh? He stood, coming back five minutes later with a towel. He dried your hair first. Keeping it as gentle as possible while also making sure he was drying it at least a little. Once he was satisfied, he smoothed down your hair, dried off your feet and continued to help you undress.

He got your trousers off, let you change into some clean briefs, then helped you to lie down on the sofa infront of the fire. Grabbing another blanket, nicer one then at the Garrison, from the back of the sofa and draped it over you. As he turned away, he felt a slight tug on his shirt, looking down to your hand that was grasping the fabric.. Thumb and pointer. He sighed softly, carefully taking your hand and tucked it back into the blanket. "I'll be back. Just let me get a fire going and get you some food." He mumbled.

He didnt wait for a response. Getting the fire going, set up a drying rack in front of it and draped your clothes over the rack. He then dissapeared into a room to the left of the living room, coming back five minutes later with three slices of toast and some tea. "Here.. Come sit up.." His voice was softer now, setting the plate and cup on the table as he helped you to sit. He moved to prop your back up with pillows when you let out a whine. "What is it? Something hurt?" He asked, attention turned back to your face, studding it while a steady hand rested on your shoulder.

"No.." you had intended to leave it at that, but the look Thomas held best described as 'well what is it?' had you continuing. "You remember when we were kids? We'd have sleepovers and I had to sleep in your bed because there wasnt enough room on the floor?" That earned a chuckle from Thomas, nodding with a "Say no more.."

He grabbed one of the legs coffee table, dragging it closer before slipping behind you. Becoming the pillows he'd intended to prop you up with. He reached for the plate, setting it on your lap and began to tear thet oast up into bitesized pieces. He carefully fed you each bite, brushing awat the occasional crumb from the side of your mouth and alternated with tea when it cooled down enough. Fifteen minutes later and the plate was empty. Setting it down in the coffee table again and replaced the plate with the now half empty cup of tea. He helped you to finish it off, set that back where it once was and allowed you to get comfy.

It didnt take long for a rough hand to begin carding through your hair, untangling any knotts caused from the towel dry. "Do you want to talk about it? That nightmare?" He asked, looking down to the top of your head incase the response wasnt verbal.

"It's nothing that we haven't already talked about.." You mumbled, words slurred as sleep began to creep in. A full stomach of toast and warm tea wasnt helping. Neither did the humming that started after about two minutes.

It didnt take long to fall asleep after that, shovels and picks silenced and replaced with a heartbeat and the hum of familliar songs. Maybe you should go for a whiskey more often.

[hornydilfsinyourarea]

A few days ago, I sent a request to Thomas Shelby x Mal reader, and now I have come up with a scenario that came along with my headcanons, so I wanted to share it with you. But if you already have an idea in mind, you can change the scene too, since I love reading different scenarios as well. (I will be as specific as I can)

Scenario: Tommy was never really a big fan of physical touch. But he found himself yearning for it from his right-hand man (user) after they had to sit beside Tommy to stitch up his injuries or treat his bruises. One time, user glanced at his boss confusingly when he felt Tommy's hand land on his thigh under the table at a meeting with their business partner. Since then, Tommy would steal small touches like patting on his right hand's shoulder or back, user wonders what changed but doesn't mind at all.

Tommy would get quietly jealous when someone was over-friendly with user, but he ignored all of it by turning away. But Thomas's blood boiled when he saw someone trying to flirt with user at a celebration party. When he noticed that the person touched user's arm a lot, he finally snapped. Tommy pulled the user closer to him by their waist, he didn't even care that they were in public. Then later at night, Tommy couldn't shake off the jealousy so he ask user to fuck him since he craved the close touch from his right-hand man a lot.

It also might be a lot to ask but I wonder if you could also make more Thomas bots or any other PB characters since it is one of my favorite hyperfixations. 😔

Thomas Shelby x Male! User

Authors note: I think I changed a few things, or not, I don't really know, and don't worry! Ill of course make more PB bots! <3

Scenario: ^^^^ (just read the request really, I'm too lazy to put everything in my own words)

Warning: NSFW, slow and gentle sex, mentions of war and death, user's age is not mentioned, user's father was Thomas's friend

His right hand man <3

↑link to bot↑

[d3lta-200x]

Please do one with the shelby brothers [plus other characters if you want] with a underground boxer bf? Like the bf is a bixer who participates illegal street fights, earns hella cash? Thank u :3

Shelby brothers with a s/o That's a underground boxer

▲Cannon typical violence, not proof read▲

Male reader Specified

☆Thomas Shelby☆

-he probably met you when he went to tell Arthur off for fighting again 

- noticed you as you were fighting, you probably had a bit of blood on you and most likely no shirt

- as he was sorting Arthur out he was giving you side looks and gave you one last good look as h left

- a cupple of days later you were in the garrison having a drink when someone came up behind you, "your the lad I saw fighting a cupple days back" Thomas said as he took a seat next to you

- he handed you a drink and drank his own drink

- you 2 started talking and the night got a little carried away 

- you and Thomas met more and more, as you met up you 2 got closer and closer, you then started dating 

- although he gets worried about you getting hurt he doesn't mind that you fight

- he would help you patch up after fights

- I feel like he would kiss your wounds better like the gentleman he is

- he does like the fact he doesn't have to look after you money wise although he is a little worried about you being found out

☆Arthur Shelby☆

- he met you becuse you where the one he was gonna fight (I think it was boxing he did, it was that time he beat the kid to up)

- you did fight it was a close call but he won

- you both end it with a handshake of appreciation 

- he offered you a drink afterwards 

- he would offer you a drink after every time you finished fighting 

- you bond over the time you get drunk 

- sometimes you would end up in a random place in the morning like a bath tub

- after you start dating you 2 end up sparing more and if you got hurt he would help you patch up.

- he isn't really shocked at how much money you make but his is still proud of you non the less

☆John Shelby☆

- he met you becuse he was drunk and walked over to you and tried to start a fight with you

- you won being the 1 that wasn't drunk 

- he tried to find you the next day as Tommy told him  to apologise to you for causing the fight

- he got curious after he apologised and started asking a bunch of questions 

- he invited you to hang out with him and after a while the invites were more and more regular 

- once you started dating you told him that you did underground boxing 

- he was fully supportive of you

- unlike Tommy and Arthur he wasn't too worried about you getting hurt

- he was extremely shocked at how much money you make though

[issdisgrace]

INFORM YOU

WARNINGS: talks of arm break and prostitution, other typical peaky blinders stuff

“Mr Shelby there’s a man here named Y/n L/n he’s asking to see you.”

“Send him.” I wonder what he wants. Guess we’ll have to see. A minute or two later, Lizzie comes back with a man. He was tall, dressed in a full black ensemble, tattoos peeking out of the collar and sleeves of his shirt, quite handsome too. Could tell he definitely had money, that’s for certain.

“Hello Mr Shelby, I’m Y/n L/n.” He says his voice low and smooth, sticking his hand out for a handshake.

“Nice to meet Mr L/n. Please have a seat.” I say, shaking his hand. He nods before pulling his hand away and sitting down in one of the seats in front of me. I sit down as well and pull out a cigarette, lighting it and taking a puff before asking,

“What can I do for Mr L/n.” 

“I’ve come to inform you of an incident that happened last night in my bar, The Bleeding Heart, with one of your men.”

“Go on.”

“Last night, one of your men came in and got very rowdy and laid hands on one of my girls. While my girls can take care of themselves, I don’t take too kindly when people laying their hands on them or my boys. So I thought to inform you in person that I broke both his arms before you got word of this incident from the wanker himself and he tried to twist what happened. Now normally I’m a very forgiving man, but not when it comes to my girls or my boys. So if this happens again I will not hesitate to put the down one of your men like a fucking dog. Do we have an understanding, Mr Shelby?”

“Yes, we do Mr L/n. I’m very sorry this happened. I will talk to my men and make sure nothing like this ever happens again.”

“Good and how about once you’re done having a chat with your men you come down to my bar and I’ll buy you a drink.” He says as he stands up. 

“Very tempting offer. I might take you up on that offer.” I say, rising to my feet as well. 

“I hope you do, Mr Shelby. Now I unfortunately have to cut this meeting short. I have some business to attend to. It was nice to meet you Mr. Shelby.”

“It was nice to meet you too, Mr. L/n. My assistant will see you out.”

He nods before turning and walking out of my office as the door shuts. I let out a sigh I didn’t know I was holding. I have to take him up on his offer. He seems interesting and is quite good looking. I wonder what he’s like in bed, probably a beast. Hmm Tommy keep it in your pants. We have men to remind to keep their hands to themselves. 

Looking up at the sign that hung above the entrance, it read ‘The Bleeding Heart.’ This is the right place. It looks nice. Dark oak and crimson red everywhere could see why it’s called The Bleeding Heart. I scan the bar for the man and we make eye contact. He’s sitting in a booth in the back, a man wearing practically nothing on his lap. Walking back towards the booth, I see him whisper something to the man who promptly gets off his lap, walking away as I get closer.

“Nice to see you’re taking me up on my offer Mr Shelby.”

“Had to see what your place was like.” I say sheading my coat before sitting down across from him.

“Is it up to your standard Mr Shelby?”

“Yes, and please call me Tommy.”

“Y/n.” Before either of us can say anything the man who was scantily plaid from earlier set down a bottle of whiskey and two glasses.

“Jonathan, this is Mr Shelby. Tommy, this is my best working boy, Jonathan.”

“Nice to meet you lad.”

“Nice to meet you too, sir. I’m going to take my break now Mr L/n.”

“Ok, take 45. You deserve it.”

“Thank you, Mr L/n. It was truly a pleasure to meet you, Mr Shelby.” I nod in acknowledgement before taking out a cigarette and lighting it as I watch him walk away.

“You like what you see, Tommy.”

“I do, but I like what’s across the table more.”

“Bold Tommy, I like it. We night have to see where that takes us later, but for now let’s have a drink.”