#michael gray fanfiction

[jomarch-wannabe]

It’s okay

Michael Gray x Fem!Reader

Pairing: Michael Gray x Girlfriend Reader

Synopsis: Michael longs for your company after killing his abuser, Father Hughes.

Warnings: Blood, angst, tears, allusion to SA, pretty much nothing pleasant in this fic

Author’s note: I feel that Michael’s trauma is really overlooked so I wanted to give attention to it.

In the damp, moonless street, Michael’s form stood paralyzed outside of your door, breaking the silence with his shivering breaths as a rush of adrenaline coursed through his veins. He gaze lingered over his fingers, covered in blood and twitching, as he gathered them into a fist, hovering against the wooden doorframe.

Each breath and movement felt like a monumental effort, extracting every ounce of energy from him. His jaw clenched, fighting to keep himself under control.

A wave of hesitation suddenly washed over him. He faltered and withdrew, releasing a deep breath and unclenching his fingers. His eyes squeezed shut as he ran his fingers over his face, pulling at his brows. His head throbbed with the weight of turbulent emotions, but he couldn’t allow himself to break in front of you. He had to be strong. He forced himself to step forward, swallowing the pain inside him that threatened to spill over at any moment. A dull, heavy, ache that filled his chest.

Finally, with an unsteady breath, he knocked at the door.

In a matter of seconds it swung open, revealing your familiar frame. As you opened your mouth to speak the words got caught in your throat, coming out in an unsteady gasp. Fear and alarm crept over you as your wide eyes took in his bloodied hands and face. He was almost unrecognizable, you knew him only by the shining of his green irises peeking through his crimson stained skin.

“Michael?” Your timid voice was barely a whisper as your fingers hovered over your mouth. “What’s happened?”

The shakiness in your tone made his expression soften with guilt. He stepped inside, pulling the door behind him and shutting out the cool outside air.

The silence in the foyer was deafening as you studied him for answers. Was he hurt? Who’s blood was that? Your mind raced with questions, but you tried to stay calm for him, holding yourself as you shuddered with nervous energy.

In the light, his masculine face became more pronounced, the angles of his cheekbones accentuated with dried blood. As he mustered the courage to speak, a bead of sweat gathered along his hairline, rolling down his temple.

“I’ve.. I’ve dealt with-“ he choked on his words, tightening his lips into a line in an effort to control their trembling. “I’ve dealt with Father Hughes.”

Sympathy welled up inside of you, bringing tears to the surface of your eyes. As you tried to blink them back, your throat tightened with emotion. His solemn tone, restless hands, and empty, tired gaze—all made your heart ache for him.

Hesitantly, he mustered the will to lift his eyes. They were red and weary. His expression communicated the weight of his pain; the permanent crease in his brow no doubt manifested from the chronic turmoil in his soul. The depth of his despair didn’t need words, it was spoken with his gaze.

“Oh Michael..” the words fled you with a breath, your lashes fluttering as you took him in. The trembling of his hands troubled you, exposing his nerves. In an effort to soothe him, you stepped forward, reaching your hand for his. Your fingers lightly grazed his, seeing if it was okay to touch him.

He willfully yielded to your touch, covering your skin in warmth and settling his shaking hand in yours. It was firm and sticky with dried blood.

His weary eyes slowly dragged over you, to the tenderness and concern in your wide lustrous gaze. Your sweet familiar scent enraptured him as he took in an unsteady breath. He felt his guard beginning to crumble, noticing the soft feeling of your fingers intertwined with his. As he gave himself permission to absorb the warmth and gentleness of your presence, he finally felt safe to let go. Sucking in a few quick breaths through his nose, he at last came undone, breaking down in sobs.

The foyer erupted with his gut-wrenching cry as his arms cradled your shoulders, the weight pulling you inexorably to the floor as he became consumed with emotion.

His nose brushed against your skin as he buried his face in your neck, desperate for relief from his suffering. Without a second thought your hands instinctively guided him into your chest, wrapping him in a secure embrace. He was warm to the touch, his body shaking uncontrollably as he let go, enclosing his arms around your waist.

As his broad masculine frame curled up against yours, he seemed to shrink into himself, and he no longer appeared as a man, but as a scared little boy in desperate need of comfort.

“It’s over now Michael.. it’s over now.” Your delicate fingers stroked his face, catching his falling tears, like a string of broken pearls cascading against his skin. “You’re safe. He can’t hurt you anymore. He can’t hurt anyone anymore.."

The soft hushing of your words encouraged him to let go, his pent up sobs muffled against the fabric of your shirt, staining it with his tears. The sound of his cry was painful and intense, you felt it's strength vibrating against your chest as he let out years of bottled up hurt, rage, and shame. It made your stomach sink.

“It’s okay.. shh.. let it out. You don’t have to be strong. You don’t have to be a man. You can be weak Michael. You don’t have to protect yourself anymore.."

His words came out in choked gasps, struggling to speak through his uncontrollable sobbing. “I thought if I killed that bastard, the pain would be gone, but it’s still there. It’s still there y/n..” he moaned in agony, clutching onto you in desperation, his large hands squeezing your delicate frame.

The pain in his voice nearly took your breath away, “I’ll help you.. I’ll help you don’t worry.. I won’t leave you Michael. I won’t let you go.." Your fingers worked to pull his hair out of his face, sticking to his skin, damp with sweat.

He let out a broken, bitter sob. “It hurts,” he wept, shaking softly, quivering under your touch, “it hurts..” Slowly, he raised his head from the warmth of your chest, meeting your eyes with a pleading look. A veil of light came over him, it's amber glow illuminating his glistening irises, now red and swollen. A trail of snot ran down his nose, settling over his trembling lips. The sight nearly broke you.

“It’s too much.. it’s too much y/n..” He muttered through a coughing fit, choking on his tears.

He was overwhelmed with a spectrum of emotions. Feeling both relief and shame at the same time. Relieved that his abuser was gone, but the pain still remained, the abuse left it’s stain on him. He felt it lingering, like the cold unwanted hands that forced themselves upon him at such a young age.

He felt sick with shame for the person he’s become, for taking a life, even if it was meant to be done. Shame for being taken advantage of in the first place, for not being a man, for not being able to protect himself.

He thought of Charlie. Recalling the innocent posture of the boy sitting around the corner from him. It reminded him so much of himself; never fully realizing how young he was at the time. So defenseless. So helpless and innocent. The feeling of grief and pain that came with it all made him let out another violent cry.

The sight of Michael in such agony was too much for you to bear. You didn’t realize the depth of his suffering. He opened up to you in the past about his trauma, but you didn’t realize the extent to which it had affected him. He was putting on a front, like most men do, and that’s what hurt you the most.

A warm gathering of tears came suddenly into your eyes, and with a shaky exhale spilled uncontrollably down your cheeks. You pulled him close to you, cradling his head as you cried, speaking against his hair.

“I’m so sorry Michael.." your voice cracked with empathy. "I’m so sorry..” you wept, crying with him. “I’m so sorry..”

He let out a heavy breath against you, holding onto your words and nudging his head against your chest. He let out an audible breath under your touch, tightening his embrace. The depth of your compassion touched him deeply. That he had someone to cry with him, instead of spending those dreadful nights alone, staring at the ceiling as he shook under the sheets. Or time spent stumbling into dark alleyways, desperate to lay his hands on a new drug, anything to numb out the soul crushing shame. He realized now that the best medicine is an attentive ear, and a compassionate heart. The rhythm of your breath and the vibration of your voice against his ear soothed him.

“You didn’t deserve it.. it wasn’t your fault.. I’m so sorry..”

His shaking subsided after awhile, and his tears slowed. You continued holding him, rubbing your hands up and down his back, feeling his torso rise and fall with his expansion of his breath. You didn't dare to let go until he did.

He sniffled, speaking out in a congested voice. “I’m sorry I- I didn’t mean for that to happen.” A tone of guilt and shame accompanied the statement. He never intended to drag you into his suffering, to be a burden. He sniffled again, swiping his nose with the back of his hand.

“Never apologize Michael. Please. Look at me.” Your hands gently cradled his face, thumbing his jaw. “Please don’t apologize, you did nothing wrong. Your feelings are never a burden, not to me. It is devastating me to think that you were suffering alone all this time.”

In concern your eyes flicked over him, to his swollen eyes, and rashy cheeks ridden with tear streaks, forming paths in his red stained skin.

You stroked his face, speaking in a soft, comforting whisper, “Can I help you Michael? Help you get cleaned up?” There was a sense of patience in your words, a willingness and longing to take care of him.

He nodded against you, warm with gratitude and letting out a breath. He leaned against you for support, struggling to stand to his feet.

"It’s okay.. it’s okay..” you hugged him softly, wrapping your arms around him. His eyes watered at the word. It’s okay. It’s okay to feel. It’s okay to not be strong all the time. It’s okay to be broken. It’s okay to be vulnerable. The fabric of his blazer shuffled as he reciprocated your embrace, enclosing his heavy arms around your back.

Time seemed to stand still, getting lost in the rhythm of each others breathing. No sound to be heard but the gentle ticking of a nearby wall clock. You've never felt more pain, yet more peace in your entire life. In that moment, your souls were connected, as if your very beings were synchronized, your hearts beating softly in unison as your bodies firmly intertwined.

After awhile he pulled away slowly, raising his chin off of your head and looking down at you.

A sympathetic smile grazed your lips, as you reached for his hand, leading him to the bathroom.

The water sloshed with his movements as he sat in the tub, hunching forward. You took a rag to his skin, scrubbing softly, leaving a trail of suds down the curve of his back.

His soft breathing filled the silence as he felt himself relax, dropping his shoulders. Droplets of water clung to his eyelashes like beads, shimmering in the light as he blinked slowly.

He leaned one arm over the side of the tub, mindlessly stroking his fingers over your thigh, needing to feel your skin, wanting to be close to you. You were the only thing keeping him grounded, making him feel safe and soothed.

“You alright?” Your sweet voice interrupted his stream of thoughts, searching for his eyes.

The feeling of your touch on his skin was soft and patient, foreign to him, but healing. He nodded weakly, looking at you with a tender and appreciative gaze.

You smiled softly as you squeezed out the wash cloth, adding new droplets to the murky red water.

The deep baritone of his voice broke the silence, reverberating off of the tile walls. “Saving Charlie.. it reminded me of myself. Made me wish someone would have protected me. Don’t think I realized how young I was.. I was, I was just a boy, wasn’t I?”

He blinked, fixating his attention to the wall, as if lost for a moment in deep thought. After a long pause he let out a breath, speaking again.

"I promise to protect you." He found your eyes, looking at you sincerely. "And our children, if we have ever have any. Make sure they're safe."

Your face softened, warmed by his expression of loyalty. "I promise to protect you too Michael, with all that I have. I love you. We'll get through this, you just tell me what you need. I'll do anything Michael. Anything."

He smiled softly at your sincere and attentive gaze, taking your hand in his and gently thumbing the tops of your knuckles.

"Thank you y/n. I love you too. Don’t know what I’d do without you.” He whispered sincerely, raising your hand to his mouth and planting a soft kiss on your skin.

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[peakywitch]

Know-It-All - Michael Gray

TW: very little plot after the straight up porn part that you'll find at the very beginning. Mature language, explicit content, dom!michael - If you are not 18 you read under your OWN responsability, i am no one to tell you what you can or can't do. Also, FREE OF SPOILERS! She/her pronouns.

A/N: 416 words. I needed to get this out of my brain, so enjoy the small thing.

MASTERLIST

It wasn’t up and down. It was a swift sway, where every single movement sent shivers that made my body react to his almost uncontrollably. And I mean almost, because his hands kept me steady, and feeling the soft yet deadly grip he had on my hips and the words that left his mouth reminded me how much I wanted to keep going. “Fuck,” he whined while throwing his head back and hardening his grip. He breathed in and sat straight again, his eyes met mine. “You look so good right now. Such a little, desperate girl. Who knew you were this desperate, huh?” he smiled “If I had known, I would have fucked you the minute I found out. But, you are here now” he said between heavy breaths, “, yeah, you are here. Cockdrunk, almost dumb…” as he spoke, he moved a strand of hair from my face, and placed it behind my ear. I couldn’t form a single word, the necessity or release had taken over my body and mind. I was always an insecure girl, about my height, my body, my arms, my legs… and none of that existed at that moment. The only thought in my mind was a constant reassurance of how good he felt inside of me, and the only two sounds my body could produce were: my moans and the raw sounds of him now fucking me bloody dumb. “Not only are you absolutely desperate, but you are also the most gorgeous girl ever, and there’s no one else I would rather fuck-” his statement got interrupted by a laugh. Oh, he noticed. “You liked it, hhm? Me, calling you gorgeous?” His laugh made his whole body vibrate, and I moaned involuntarily.

“Y/N?” he asked, “Y/N, what do you think?” Goosebumps travelled through my body, and as I looked up, I saw various pairs of eyes staring at me, waiting for an answer. “Sorry, I-I am… uh… what was the question?” I shifted in my chair, trying to find a comfortable position, one that would allow me to ignore how my body was reacting to the memory from the night before. “I want to know what you think about the way the business is going to be done,” Tommy spoke while trying to decipher where my mind was. “Right, the business. Yeah, as long as we stay legal.” Polly left out a breathy laugh, and I looked around the room, everyone was staring at Tommy, but Michael. Michael was staring at me, eyes knowing everything, and a promising smile.

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[blueeyedheizer]

✯ L'ADIEU

pairing: Michael Gray x Reader

summary: You attend Michael's funeral

content warning: death, angst, spoiler for season 6 of peaky blinders.

a/n: i'm currently getting rid of some of my drafts and in the process of touching up some unfinished fics to post them.

You stand still in front of the rising flames, silent as you stare blankly into the fire.

Your sobs have now subsided to simple tears, a seemingly endless supply of them spilling down your cheeks as the image of Michael's death repeats over and over again in your head.

The brutality of it.

The sound of your own scream as you fell to your knees and cradled his head, begging for him to 'wake up, stay with me'.

How Tommy walked away from the scene without a glance back.

Michael's lifeless body in your arms, his blood soaking your hands.

The deafening silence surrounding you is only broken by the sound of fire sparks consuming the wood, which pulls you out of your thoughts and reminds you of the equally painful present moment.

Michael is gone, and there's nothing you can do about it.

You let your gaze wander to the ground, your expression unchanging. The pain seems to have momentarily numbed your senses. The only thing you fail to control is your tears; they fall freely and you let them dry in the wind.

No one has bothered to show up. Not Ada, not Finn, not even Isaiah who was once a close friend of his. It's just you and your aching soul mourning your late husband — and you can't help but wonder if Polly's spirit is here as well, looking out for you.

"I'll find him, Michael." you swallow back a sob, choking up again. "I'll find the Devil and i'll make him pay. I'll put a bullet through his skull like it was meant to be."

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[peakyblinders1919]

Remember

This was as close to a ball as you were ever going to get. Fancy beaded gowns, men in tuxedos smoking French cigars, fountains of champagne flowing like water, romantic orchestra music and something electric in the air.

Not sure when you were separated from each other, Michael was glowing under the chandelier, his smile wide but fake as he discussed pleasantries with worthy adversaries. He sipped his whiskey, nodded his head, and only truly smiled when he caught your eye. His eyes, emerald green, radiant as the forests of the earth, locked onto yours, and he was offering a less-than-sorry apology to his company, and sauntering to your rescue across the marble dance floor. Checkered black and white like a chess board, he was the knight, the king, dancing effortlessly around other guests holding priceless champagne flutes, to return to your side. 

When he invited you to Arrow House, not as a friend, not as a date to show off to his mother, but as the only girl he wanted on his arm to show off, his prized jewel, he waited anxiously for your answer. He kept repeating how he knew it was a lot to ask, warned you how it was all going to end up feeling like one big show of announcing your relationship, you had listened and then you had countered with “do you want me to come or are you only trying to further steer me away? Because it isn’t going to work.”

The way he did smile when he was with you, like now after he was comfortably by your side, was full of freedom, relief, a contagiousness that possess the magic to ease the tense in your shoulders, his jaw. That smile of his was rare, kept locked up only for you and special occasions, and you were more than honored to be the one to guard it. Keep it safe.

He snuck his arm around your bedazzled waist, pretending to play with the dangling beads of your dress to the normal eye, but the way his fingertips pressed patterns into your side suggested he had other motived for his actions. 

The company you found yourself around- some young girls who knew nothing of the business world, merely here as things to flaunt by the powerful men who had actually been invited- oohed and ahed at the two of you. 

You’d blush if you could.

You’d blush if you cared.

Finishing the last sip of liquid gold, delicate gloved fingers placed the empty glass on a waiter’s moving tray, your hand finding safe purchase on Michael’s chest. You noticed the girls’ wandering eyes as said gloved hand dipped just beneath the expensive suit jacket, as close as you’d dare get to the skin on skin contact you desperately craved. But let them look.

He greeted you properly then with a kiss, chaste, soft, swift. 

“I’m terribly sorry to interrupt ladies, but I need to steal this beautiful lady for a moment. If you will…” Michael was scarily good at apologies.

He swept you off your feet, leading you out to empty hallway of the house, 5 degrees cooler and providing a break from the opulent madness in the ballroom. Away from prying eyes, save for the maids, you found yourself pushing him against the smart wood paneled walls giving him the type of kiss you had wanted him to give you inside; needy, hot, one to savor, licking the taste of expensive cigarette smoke from his lips, earth whiskey mingling with a hint of confetti and bubbles. He kissed you back all the same, hands becoming greedy as they pushed and palmed at the curve of your hip, pulling you flush against him and still needing a handful more. Somehow, even across the room mid-conversation, he knew you needed this.

Breaking the kiss, you locked your arms behind his back to steady yourself as you looked into his eyes. Pupils blown, lounge darting to lick the traces of you off his lips, he couldn’t hold your stare long, eyes darting back down to inspect the very lips he wanted another taste of.

Like a well-choreographed dance, he leaned forward and you leaned back, only to be met by his puppy dog stare.

“Don’t give me that look. As much as I want to Michael, don’t start what you can’t finish. I just want to have a lie down, my feet are killing me.”

That was met with a chuckle, solidifying what he already knew the second he had seen you bathed in gold, more beautiful then he’d ever seen you, the apples of your cheeks a rosy pink from alcohol, eyelids heavy, gaze starry, wandering around the room in search of something. In search of him.

“Let’s get those heels off then.” He had proven to you already that, though he should, he didn’t much care about what was proper and what was not, the country boy in him shining through at moments like this when he was disguised in a tailored suit kissing you nastily up against a wall and bending down to unbuckle your shoes and carry them by the straps on your journey down the carpeted hall. So plush under your bare feet, hand in hand, you skipped around the halls of the house, Michael checking behind every other door in search of your room for the night. The farther he searched, the more tired you became, Champagne sitting different than gin or whiskey, leaving your chest warm, cheeks hot to the touch, the rest of you weightless, floating on air, except for your eyes, which you struggled to keep open. 

“Here we are.” He announced much today your relief, nearly being dragged into the dark room. There was no time to admire the wealth of the room before you found yourself lying on the plus mattress, the soft feather down bed beneath you all that mattered. 

Your eyes closed for just a second, an overwhelming feeling of relief washing over you, providing you a little more energy to lean up on your arms when feeling the dip of the bed. In the silence, you selfishly took the time to watch Michael beside you. Study him and the cut of his hair, the form of his side profile, the long hook of his nose, the way his back tensed beneath the jacket, the curves of his body a roadmap of your entire world.

“Let me help.” It wasn’t a question so you didn’t bother waiting for an answer, crawling over to undo his tie and drape it on the headboard. His cufflinks were next, the buttons of his shirt, the shirt itself. Under eyelashes kissing his cheeks he watched you silently. Under other circumstances, there might have been something hot and needy about this interaction, but you were too tired and he was too in awe of how determined you were, how beautiful you looked in rhinestone and sequins in the light dancing over. All for him.

He caught your wrists in his as they creeped lower. He didn’t say anything, he didn’t have to, bringing his green hand to your cheek. His thumb grazed over the Apple do your cheek, still warm from Champagne. He traced everything line of your face, thumb pad brushing over your eyebrows, your cheek, down your nose, your bottom lip. You pouted, more than tired, near exhaustion, and needy for his love. You leaned in, a kiss thy was needy in another way, needy for fluid warmth, his reassurance, his soul.

“Thank you for coming.”

“Thank you for inviting me.”

“You’re a natural.”

“At what?”

“Fitting into this lifestyle and finding your place in it.”

“My place in it is by your side.”

And they’re you were, Hans resting on his leg and moving a bit more towards his length, taught and aching against his pants. Leaning to kiss him again, convincing yourself the electricity of the kiss caused your eyes to close but the champagne was unaccounted for.

Micheal stopped your hand again, ignoring the tired pout on your lips. His fingers found the strap of your dress, causing your back with an unexpected yelp at the coldness of them. 

“I’m sorry.” He whispered. Undressing you quickly, you kissed his fingers to warm them, slowly coming to find his motive getting you out of your gown was to get you under the covers. 

You fit into his side like a puzzle piece that had been missing forever and belonged there. He could read your mind, from the moment ok the dance floor where he rescued you until now, pulling your back flush to his front, strong protective arms wound around your waist. He kissed the crown of your head and held your secrets in the dark.

“I know you wanted to… I…” you yawned, moving further into his embrace and the warmth or offered. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. My family is draining. I didn’t want to spend another minute down there away from you.”

“Don’t go soft on me now Michael Gray.” He heard the smile in your voice as strongly as you felt his.

Silence fell around you both like a blanket, oblivious to the party continuing downstairs. You had never been to party like this, and still it wasn’t the expensive drinks or the dance you shared with the man you were falling in love with that you would remember; it was the last hour of the night when it was just you and him against the world, the way you curled around each other, and the way he tried to make it sound like he was upset when he told you “your feet are ice-cold” but he really wasn’t, he couldn’t care less. 

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[bi-bard]

I Just Wanna Stay in That Lavender Haze - Michael Gray Imagine (Peaky Blinders)

Title: I Just Wanna Stay in That Lavender Haze

Pairing: Michael Gray X Reader

Based On: Lavender Haze

Word Count: 1,159 words

Warning(s): family being invasive, shaming

Summary: Michael's family has grown used to (Y/n) being around. Maybe that familiarity has allowed them to feel too comfortable asking questions that they shouldn't.

Author's Note: I have missed this show. Also, I don't know why I picked John for this. It just felt right for some reason.

MIDNIGHTS - TAYLOR SWIFT WRITING CHALLENGE MASTERLIST

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I wish I could pinpoint the moment that going out for a drink made my shoulders feel so heavy. When it started making my stomach churn with anxiety. When my mind became a wheel of constantly nagging thoughts all boiling down to one thing: do not go.

I always tried to ignore them. I wanted to do the right thing. Be the bigger person. Continue to hold my head up high.

I was starting to have trouble seeing the point.

"Can we not stay home tonight," I asked, looking at myself in the mirror.

"I have some business to attend to," Michael explained as he walked over. Had he always been so vague when describing things? I couldn't remember at this point.

I took a deep breath, forcing a grin as I nodded.

He saw through it. Somehow.

He walked over and pressed a slow kiss to my lips. It lasted just long enough for me to consider trying to distract him into staying here tonight.

"One drink," he said. "Then, we can come home and enjoy our evening."

"Enjoy our evening," I repeated. A smirk pulled at Michael's lips. "Whatever could you mean by that, Mr. Gray?"

"Get through the drink and I'll make sure you understand."

I bit my lip before nodding.

Another kiss was pressed to my forehead before he left me to finish getting ready.

The night started decently enough.

I was enjoying myself, letting myself relax just a bit as Michael went off to have whatever talk he needed to have. I had spotted a few people muttering to each other, but they'd never say anything to my face. The only true lucky part of being involved with the Peaky Blinders at all.

The same courtesy of the outside spectators was not shared by the members of the Shelby family, I learned.

They had always been the... strangest when it came to casual conversation. With me, at least.

There were layers. Some were subtle. Small references to my "past before Michael" or to what they believed was a lack of commitment. Some were very blunt about the topic. To them, I was a terrible choice for Michael. I was bad luck.

But he didn't care. He would still look at me and love me with no hesitation. It was everything I could ask for.

But no amount of love could stop the nervous lurch in my stomach whenever a member of the Shelby family decided to share their thoughts.

Tonight's volunteer was John.

I had just gotten my drink, allowing myself a moment next to the actual bar as I looked out at the crowd.

"Evening, (Y/n)," he muttered, waving for a drink.

"Good evening, John."

"Didn't expect you tonight."

I shrugged. "Michael mentioned having business to attend to. He let me join."

John nodded. I grinned at him.

"How are you and Michael," he asked.

I grinned. "We're good. Happy."

"Been with each other a while now."

I nodded. He wasn't going to jump around this one, was he?

"I'd ask if you were trying to take things slow, but we both know that's not the case."

There it was.

My jaw clenched a bit, "Excuse me?"

John just had a smirk on his face as he brought his drink up to his lips. He wanted me to react to him. Embarrass myself completely.

I almost did.

And then, a hand touched my lower back. I looked over at Michael for a moment. He had a worried look on his face as he glanced between me and John. He had heard John's statement.

Michael's hand touching my back seemed to be what I needed to speak up again.

"Are you asking if Michael's going to make an 'honest one' of me," I asked. "Does it truly upset you to not know every detail of our lives?"

No answers.

I clenched my jaw at that.

"(Y/n), come on," Michael mumbled into my ear.

I glared at John for a moment before forcing my eyes to soften. I pressed a kiss to Michael's cheek and nodded. He stepped back, offering his hand to me.

My next movement was admittedly dramatic. Dramatic enough to spill the cup I had placed on the bar right onto the front of John's shirt.

I pretended to be embarrassed, panicked, "Oh, John. I'm so sorry. I should be more careful. Never know when simple mistakes can cause big problems."

Michael grabbed my hand gently and led me outside.

We walked in silence for a while. My arm was wrapped around his. I couldn't tell if he was upset with me or not.

I had never stood up to anyone in his family. I had gotten very good at biting my tongue and forcing a grin. Tonight was a rare occurrence.

"I'm sorry," I muttered to him. "I just... I have grown so tired of listening to comments like that."

Michael didn't respond. I stepped away from his arm, instead just holding his hand.

"I don't understand this obsession with us. I'm either not committed enough to you or I'm simply not good enough because of some supposed past, which is completely fabricated," I explained. "How am I meant to impress them at this point? It's hopeless. They are all convinced that they know what's best for us. But I am perfectly happy where we are. Happier than I've ever been. Where do they have the right-"

I squeaked a bit when Michael stopped walking and pulled me into a kiss. His free hand cupped the back of my head, holding me in place. I entertained the moment for a matter of seconds before I pulled my lips away from his.

"You can't just kiss me whenever I get upset," I muttered. "This is a real problem, Michael..."

"I'll talk with them," he promised, hand still resting on the back of my head, one finger starting to draw small circles. "Tell them to stop."

I wanted to believe that it would all be this simple. That all he needed to do was speak the words and they would all drop the topic. But I couldn't shake the feeling that it may not have been enough.

"And if they don't listen," I asked quietly. I felt guilty for asking. Selfish. But I would never shake the weight in my stomach if I didn't ask. "What happens then?"

He took a deep breath. "We'll sort that out when it comes to it."

I nodded.

"But know that you will be my first priority," he added.

I never imagined that a single sentence could stop my heart as fast as that one did. He stepped back and continued our walk home.

"Michael," I said as he moved. He looked at me again. "I love you."

A grin pulled at his lips. "I love you too."

I smiled back at him before leaning my head on his shoulder and continuing our walk home in silence.

A comfortable, perfect silence.

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Bonjour daddy 😉 can I request the peaky boys with cuddling? Like who’s the big spoon, which positions who’s the most cuddly etc.. me has gotten her period so I’m feeling all 🙍🏼‍♀️

Hahaha a total side note, i made that same joke to b and he just smirked like, if thats what you'd like to believe I won't ruin ur moment haha

Tommy

🌿 Is very big on the standing up cuddle, opening his arms up to you and holding you nice and snug against his body, wrapping his arms right around you, one hand stroking through your hair or cradling the back of your head.

🌿Will rest his chin on top of yours, kiss your parting and close his eyes, breathing in your scent

🌿Is a very doomed man and is always lowkey aware that every hug could be the last time he gets to hold his angel so every hug is savoured. He focuses on memorising exactly how he feels in the moment he's holding you, every detail filed away in his memory.

🌿He likes to be big spoon, but more than that he likes to lie on his back with your body on top of his.

🌿Drawing patterns down your back quietly, again trying to remember every detail. Obsessed with the sensation of your light restful breaths tickling his bare chest

🌿Loves the skin on skin feeling, always chasing purity in love and it makes him feel so connected to you, so intimate.

🌿 When you're on your period he recognises the change in your temper and is very careful with you, he will try not to snap at you or show any sign of irritation because he's aware how easily wounded you are... He makes sure to hug you and hold you even more than usual

🌿Modern! Tommy would make sure you had a hot waterbottle and all the blankets you needed, get you cosy in bed or on the sofa in front of the tv to watch your favourite movie. He'll humour whatever trash you want to watch and lie there behind you, kissing you and playing with your hair, more focussed on you than the tv.

Alfie

🐻 Big spoon always because he just wants to hold you, wants to be able to put his hands wherever he likes.

🐻 Likes to hold you in sexual places in a non-sexual way. What I mean by this is that if you're little spoon he'll hold one of your breasts in his hand, but just that, simply holding it just because he can... And not because he wants anything more than just to hold you

🐻 Also likes to tickle you on purpose with his beard, his stubble brushing your cheek or your neck, making you giggle and squirm rousing you from your sleep for just long enough he can ask for a kiss.

🐻 His favourite place to cuddle with you however is in a rocking chair by the fire, you bundled up in his lap under a blanket, him holding you safe and snug, your head resting on his chest or shoulder. You're the most precious thing in the world to him so he likes to have you bundled up in his arms at any opportunity.

🐻 You could be busy around the house talking to him about your day or mithering and worrying, or asking him about business and he will refuse to talk to you about any of it until you've gone and sat down in his lap. He'll pat his thigh and open his arms for you, "now now zieskiet, whatve I told you eh, if you're gonna come home talkin me poor old ears off about that nonsense you've at least got to let me hold my little girl whilst I listen eh... Take pity on your old man yeah poppet?"

🐻 Very possesive, can't keep his hands off you ever so when you're cuddling he's constantly rubbing his palms over your arms, or holding your thigh, always doing little things to let you know he's there, that youre all his and he's got you.

🐻 Gives big squeezy bear hugs holds onto you so tight, keeps your face burried into his chest, blocks out the rest of the world so that all you can feel his him all around you.

🐻 Alfie's too old to be immature about your period and if anything he feels a little sorry for you, he doesnt like that he can't do much to help you but he always makes sure he's very gentle with you. Even more doting than usual.

🐻 Gives the best belly rubs, like he ubderstands that you need to do more than just rub your hands lightly over your tummy. He'll rub his hands together to heat them up first and then gently massage you until you're feeling a little better.

🐻 Modern Alfie wouldn't be embarrassed about going to shops to get your pads but he also wouldn't be going... He'd be sending Ollie so that you and him could have a good laugh at Ollie expense.

Arthur

🍂 Doesn't realise until one day you climb into bed after him and make yourself big spoon, wrapping your body around his, nuzzling into the back of his neck and kissing down the bumps of his spine, kissing his shoulder too, but he loves being little spoon.

🍂 It makes him feel so safe and loved, makes him feel cherished which is a very new feeling for him, not one he's ever experienced in adult life.

🍂 He loves being able to close his eyes and feel your fingers scratching and massaging his head. You like stroking the backs of your fingers along his jaw where his stubble is.

🍂 He doesnt admit that he loves this for a long time though, and you never ask about it because you know that if you do he'll get embarassed and deny it and then potentially never let you hold him again.

🍂Feels almost ashamed that he likes it because he's the man, so isn't he supposed to be the one making you feel loved and cherished and safe?

🍂 Blushes when you prop yourself up on your elbow looking down at him, leaning down to kiss his cheek.

🍂Will fall asleepy like that so quickly because its the safest he's ever felt.

🍂 He will however insist upon being big spoon at certain times of the month or when youre feeling unwell. He won't know how to deal with your period at all, he'll only know that youre more argumentative and that he has to be careful not to start a fight with you...

🍂 Doesnt like seeing you cry and you cry at everything when youre on your period so he will spend a lot of time hugging you close to him so that no one can see your tears. Leaves those long held kisses in your hair and you feel protected by him for as long as his lips remain pressed to your head.

🍂 Modern Arthur definitely gets embarassed about having to go to the shops for period pads, like, he definitely panics doesnt know what to buy, goes red, feels like he has to say something at the till even though he really doesn't need to.

John

🌼 Favourite way to cuddle you is to start by tackling you to the ground, play fighting or tickling you. Its like he can't just ask for a hug he has to play a game or trick you into it first...

🌼 Because he loves holding you and cuddling you and he loves kissing you too but he doesn't really know how to persue non-sexual affection without laughing it off and being unserious? The boy just wants a cuddle with his flower but he doesn't know how to ask because cuddling is "soft"

🌼 Definitely big spoon. Similar to Alfie, likes to have possesion of you, when youre wrapped up in his arms youre completely at his mercy and he can do whatever he likes to/with you.

🌼 Loves to tickle you and feel how with nowhere else to go you scramble and squirm further into his hold. And if he makes you jump even better because they you flinch and reach for something to hold onto, so you end up gripping his shirt or throwing your arms around his neck and clinging onto him just the way he likes it.

🌼 Isn't very good at tummy rubs alas, but thats because he can't get his head around the idea that pressing on your tummy when its sore, will help make you feel better "won't that just hurt more?"

🌼 Gives you lots of kisses though, will try to tease and tickle you to make you laugh and smile to distract you from the pain. I guess his cuddle style is playful.

🌼 Loves a naked skin to skin cuddle the best, likes to hold your bare body in his arms and draw patterns all over your skin as you fall asleep.

🌼 Lets you bite him very gently on the shoulder mid hug (one for the girls if u know u know)

🌼 9 times out of 10 cuddles with John lead elsewhere... Like, cuddling definitely puts john in a certain kinda mood

🌼 Oh you just wanted a nice sleepy cuddle? It might start off that way but after a minute or two of having his body pressed up against yours his minds wandered to... Places

🌼 Definitely does stuff like "got ur nose" just as you're drifting off and relaxing.

🌼 Surprisingly serious about your period, perhaps he wouldn't have been once, as a younger lad he'd have teased you or told you off for even telling him about that.

🌼 But he's a man now and he firmly believes real men need to take care of their woman, so he'll make sure you have everything you need. Will pretend to be embarrassed about having to go to the shops to get your period pads or whatever but actually doesn't care at all. He's only teasing you, trying to make you laugh at him by pretending to get really flustered about it.

🌼 His favourite thing to do is pick you up, sling you over his shoulder and then throw you down on the bed to cuddle you.

Bonnie

🍀 The cuddliest sweetheart you can imagine, always finding an excuse to give you a hug, always coming up behind you and making you jump when you're concentrating on something else, he'll wrap his arms around your waist and nuzzle into your neck, kiss your shoulder, just rest his chin on your shoulder or have his cheek pressed against yours.

🍀Loves having you sitting in his lap and will always choose a table at the Garrison with not enough seats for everyone so that he has an excuse to pull you into his lap. Really does just like to have a hold on you at all times. Even if you're not talking or interacting in any other way. He just likes to be physically near you.

🍀 Definitely similar to John, play fights, chases around the house/fields always just as an excuse to get his hands on you.

🍀Always pulls you in for a hug when you first see eachother/say hello. Will give you the tightest squeeze and lift you up off your feet.

🍀Loves carrying you, your legs around his waist, you holding onto him nice and tight, dependent on him.

🍀Dreams dreams dreams of the day you've lots of wee kids to cuddle with, the five of you getting huddled up and cosy in mammy and daddys bed for a bedtime story.

🍀When its you and him all cuddled up in bed for the night he likes to either be big spoon or have you asleep on his chest, his hand resting on your back. He often gets worried about the home being broken into or an attack in the middle of the night so he feels most comfortable when you're right there sleeping as close to him as possible. Means he can know you're safe as can be and he can be there to protect you.

🍀Loves naked cuddles, skin on skin, legs tangled, feels so close and warm and intimate and he's so in love with you, so devoted to you that he craves that closeness and only feels complete when he has you in his arms and he can feel your heartbeats sinking up.

🍀Will hold you/spoon you all night!!!! You will wake up wrapped in his arms and if you need to get out of bed for anything in the night sorry but Bonnie will not be letting you go without a fight. Loves to hold your head burried in his chest.

🍀 Probably not phased by your period and if he is he isn't going to show it at all. Doesn't like you being in pain at all and he's very good at giving you back massages and tummy rubs. He also knows that theres another way to help with period pain and he isn't scared of touching you when its your time of the month. (Bonnie and Aberama are the only two peaky men I think would finger you when you're on your period tbh, tommy might but I'm not entirely sure?)

🍀 Modern bonnie sends you a photo of the period aisle at rhe shops because he's confused but determined to get the exact right things for you.

🍀 He's always lowkey dissapointed when you get your period because that means no babies

Isaiah

🐀I think it probably takes him awhile to get particularly cuddly and affectionate. For all I imagine he's a tactile, flirtatious playboy type, I don't think he knows how to just hug it out or have soft sleepy cuddle you know?

🐀You probably initiate most of the cuddles, and he always tries to pull away before you're ready too, so you have to grip him extra tight and put up a fight...

🐀But then he gets a taste for that, feels good how you practically beg him for just a hug... You always ask him "Saiah can I have a hug please?" because unless you tell him you want to be hugged he won't think to do it... But he LOVES hearing you ask for that. "Saiah I wanna hug" when you're tired and whiny. He sometimes denies you just to make you ask again. "Say please love..." "God what am I to you? A fuckin hug dispenser?"

🐀He's always big spoon, because he's a fragile masculinity adolescent... He hasn't grown out of the complex of needing to be the man, so he's always the one cuddling you... He won't ever let anyone think he enjoys all that soft shit...

🐀But when no one is around he's actually very cute and sweet to you. Nose kisses all the time. A secret fan of the penguin kiss (where u rub noses idk?)

🐀I think he learns to be affectionate with you over time and is cuddly but mostly only in private. You have mastered the "hug me" eyes now and if you get them just right and you sit there looking at him like that for long enough he'll say "Right.. You've brought this on yourself y/n" as if you're in serious trouble, then he'll march over and sit himself in your lap squishing and crushing you until you can't breath for laughing. Only then will he give you a proper hug - but the cuddles are worth the torment you have to go through first.

🐀As bad, if not worse than john on the horny cuddler front. Is genuinely so confused about how he's supposed to tangle you up like that, bundled up against his chest so that every part of his body can feel every part of your body pushing against him, and not get turned on... A nice peaceful cuddle can become pretty heated pretty quickly. He'll feign innocence (sometimes he won't and he'll just slip his hand into your underwear and take you buy surprise) all his little caresses and kisses seemingly innocent at first but really, not at all...

🐀When it comes to your period Isaiah pretends he's man enough not to care, he'll screw his face up all "ew no way y/n fuck no..." then crack a grin and make out like he was only teasing you, but secretly he feels really awkward about it and doesn't know what to do. He'll panic at the shop, get annoyed when he buys the wrong thing and you send him back. But he's trying, he wants to be a good boyfriend so over time he'll do his best to learn.

Michael

☘️ Secret cuddler...

☘️ You have to work so hard to get him to trust you but once you secure his trust (once he knows you aren't going to laugh at him or tell his brothers what a sook he is) he will reveal his soft side to you and oh my god is he soft

☘️ He loves cuddling and being cuddled. Bug spoon, little spoon, sitting in an arm chair, picking you up and swirling you round, carrying you to bed for more cuddles, having you lie on his chest, him lying on your chest (secretly his favourite way to cuddle) any cuddling at all, he loves it

☘️ But his favourite is definitely lying with his head to your breast, your hand in his hair maybe giving him head scratches or playing with his hair, your legs closed around his body so that he's completely secure. He could fall asleep here so easily. He loves it. Especially after a hard day at the office or when his cousins are being particularly demanding.

☘️ He loves to cuddle you too, loves being big spoon when you're naked in bed, likes getting to hold you anyway he wants. Your legs tangled together, perhaps one of his hands holding your hands, kissing your shoulder, your neck, between your shoulder blades. He loves waking up in that position after a nap, the two of you nuzzled into one another.

☘️ Isn't awkward about you getting your period as such, he doesnt think its gross but he's very concious of social taboos so if you come right out complaining about period pain or saying that you've accidentally bled on your dress he'll turn such a bright shade of red. You always forget and it always makes you laugh.

☘️ Gets annoyed when you tease him about it

☘️ Is very worried that youre in pain. Worried too that you'll lose too much blood. It takes a lot to explain to him that you're not going to bleed out on your period...

☘️ Tries to dote on you but gets overwhelmed by all the demands and the things you need. Because he's so worried about getting things wrong or upsetting you.

☘️Won't give good tummy rubs or massages because he's too scared he'll hurt you. Will run you a hot bath and wash your hair for you.

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Finn Shelby X Oswald Mosleys daughter!Reader

( WARNING: 18+ content, Raw sex, loss of virginity, breeding kink, enemies to lovers, innocent! Reader, mean! Finn, exhibition kink, cream-pie, getting caught, superiority complex, barely a hint of Michael Gray, etc. )

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Finn only hated the girl because he was told to. She was barely younger than him, only by a couple of months, but she was Oswald Mosleys daughter. So, she was not exactly an enemy in public. She was more of a foe, especially when she was catching on to Tommy Shelby’s plan.

But despite his hate for her, he grew jealous as he watched his cousin, Michael Gray, trap her in a corner with a smirk on his face. He curled a piece of her hair around his finger, blowing his cigarette smoke above her head.

She wasn’t exactly uncomfortable, because Michael Gray was undeniably good looking. But there was two problems. One, he was married. And two? Well, Y/n hated to admit it…but she was sweet on Finn Shelby, the youngest Shelby brother. Her favorite. Even if he acted like he hated her.

But where did it all start? Well—

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Finn had come into his brothers house late, drunk. Not noticing that Tommy was currently in a tense meeting with Sir Oswald Mosley.

Fortunately, he didn’t bother them at all. Only— Mosley’s teenage daughter. Who was sitting on the couch, one leg propped up on the couch, her knee pressed against her chest. Her heels long gone to wherever she had kicked them.

Finn stood in the doorway, leaning on it as he stared at her in silence. Her head was laid onto the head of the choice, making Finn want to walk up and wrap his hand around her thin throat.

Y/n was extremely tired, she had been waiting almost an hour for her dear father to end the meeting. She only came because she believed it would be quick, as all of his other meetings with the Shelby’s typically were.

Now, this particular occurrence was before the attempted assassination on Sir Mosley.

“Tired?” Finn spoke up with a smirk, sticking his hands in his pockets. Y/n slowly looked forward, taking her head off of the couch. She simply stared at him, her hair slightly falling into her tired, pouty face. “It ain’t safe to fall asleep here…y’never know what someone may do to someone like you.” Finn spoke mischievously.

Y/n sighed tiredly, rubbing her face gently. She dropped her leg back down onto the couch, her legs parting, “Someone like me? Is that supposed to be an insult, Mr. Shelby?” She mumbled, her eyes closed as she dropped her head back onto the couch. “I do believe I am quite the good girl. My Daddy says so many times per day.” She hummed with her eyes remaining closed.

This particular act had shown Finn that she was not afraid of him, which made him angry. He clenched his jaw and began making quick but quiet strides over to her. Why do his brothers get to have all of the fun? He thought.

Y/n had yet to notice him, only opening her eyes out of shock when he forced his knee in between her thighs. “Hey!—,” She began, almost catching the attention of her father who was just in the other room.

But Finn lunged forward, too drunk for his own good as he gently but firmly gripped her jaw and tilting her head upward to stare into his darkened eyes. “Yer cute…acting as if you aren’t afraid of me.” Finn laughed bitterly.

She pouted, “I’m not.” She replied with no hesitation.

Finn breathed outward deeply from his nose, “I could shoot you right now, I could do anything I see fit to you. You’re just a small, little…spoiled posh girl.”

Y/n brought her smaller hand up to hold softly onto Finns wrist, “So are you. We’re the same.” She whispered sweetly. “We are both children of God, are we not?” She spoke so innocently, making Finn bite his lip and loll his neck.

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And that was their first impressions on each other.

Now, they were once again at Tommy’s house. Michael only being there for the meeting with Tommy, Arthur, and Oswald Mosley.

Oswald had picked Y/n up from her Catholic private school just fifteen minutes before their arrival. Her uniform had long dried by then but her hair was still damp and lying in her face.

Making her more attractive as she stared nervously up at Michael through her eyelashes. Michael glanced over his shoulder and sent Finn a smirk, causing the younger boy to come storming over.

Michael at least expected for his cousin to say something, but Finn only slid his hand through the small gap in between their bodies and grabbed Y/n’s wrist.

Y/n made no attempt to pull away from Finn, simply letting him drag her down the halls and up the stairs of Tommy’s manor. She didn’t even question him as he pulled her into a bedroom, but not just any bedroom. Tommy’s bedroom.

Finn didn’t bother to lock the door, dragging her toward the bed and giving her a gentle shove. She fell on her butt, onto the edge of the bed. She stared at up Finn blankly, her hands conveniently placed perfectly in her lap.

Meanwhile, Finn knew nothing of Personal space, standing so, very close to Y/n. So close that his crotch was almost in her face, but if the seemingly innocent girl had noticed, she sure hadn’t made any indication that she did.

“Yes, Finn?” Her voice came out so softly that Finn couldn’t resist the urge to pick her up and toss her higher onto the bed.

She yelped in surprise as he did just that, Finn crawling toward her. Subconsciously, she spread her legs for him, making him smirk. “Mm…Already so obedient, eh?” He teased, placing his hands on her knees.

Y/n remained silent, staring up at him with doe eyes as he slowly slid his hands down the soft skin of her legs until he reached her ankles.

Finn placed his legs on her own, keeping her pinned down onto the bed by her lower half. Finn took it upon himself to grab the hem of her dark, plaid school skirt and slide it up her legs. Revealing a short, ruffly under skirt, matching with white garters that had a bow on the back of each.

Finn groaned, “You wear this to school?” He wondered, leaning down and rubbing his nose softly against the sensitive skin of her neck.

Y/n shivered slightly, nodding with a pout, “Daddy bought a whole set of ‘em for me.” She mumbled, embarrassed.

“Course’ he did.” Finn chuckled in response. “I hate to say it but— it’s time to take them off for the day.” He spoke huskily, his fingers working to unbuckle the garters.

Once he had successfully done so, he ever so slowly rolled each sheer sock like tights down her legs. Throwing each across the room before moving his hands up to the hem of her skirt. He held in a laugh when he realized the zipper was on the back.

He gave her no warning, lifting his body weight off of her before speedily flipping her onto her stomach. He stood on his knees, quickly unzipping her skirt and pulling it down her butt, along with her cotton panties.

“Fuck, can already see how soaking you are, Love.” Finn licked his lips, placing one hand on the small of her back, slipping his hand into her light pinkish white blouse.

“Finny?” Y/n breathed out, resting her cheek on her crossed arms. Finn only hummed in response, moving to flip her over for the last time in order to unbutton her thin blouse. “I am a virgin.”

Finn looked into her eyes, leaning down to kiss her lips softly. “I’ve known.” He informed her lowly as he unbuttoned each button leisurely. His free hand running through her now dry, soft hair.

Once the two teens were fully undressed, lying together as if they were a puzzle, Finn promised himself that he would make Y/n cry. If she had yet to be afraid of him, then he’d use his power in this situation to make her cry and beg. That way, he could imagine that she was practically terrified of him.

“So much for being Daddy’s good little girl, right? Now? You’re my little girl.” Finn whispered contently as he sucked and licked her neck. Y/n let out a moan as Finn grabbed his cock, rubbing his tip in between her sticky, virgin folds. “I’ve never ‘ad a virgin.” Finn mumbled against her swollen and bitten lips. “S’gonna hurt.”

But he gave her no time to process this, very slowly pushing in, inch by inch. A sly grin was plastered on his face as she began whimpering in pain, her eyes tearing up. “Finn, it hurts.” She began to cry, leaning up off of the mattress, sliding her arms around his neck.

“I told you it would, Silly girl.” He teased quietly, his eyes slightly rolling back as he bottomed out. “Fuck.” He tried his damndest to stay in place, but as Y/n wriggled below him, he wanted so badly to slam into her repeatedly.

Y/n gasped, “Move, move. Please, Finn.” She spoke desperately all of a sudden, catching Finn off guard.

Finn didn’t need to be told twice, slowly pulling out, looking down to be met with his blood coated cock. He gripped the fat of her hips as he thrusted into her tight, hot walls. “You’re so tight. But so dirty, letting Daddy fuck you in a gangsters bed.” Finn chuckled, Y/n crying out and trying her best to pull him closer to her.

“M’sorry— just…please? Please go faster?” She begged hopelessly, her hand moving up to his hair.

Finn did just that, his hips slamming into hers. If anyone were to stand outside of the room, they’d hear the mutual moans and cries from both parties, along with the wet squelching and slapping of skin.

It was so lewd. So nasty. So risky. How could she lose her cherished virginity to a Peaky Blinder Gypsy and let her maidenhead blood bleed out onto the white sheets of the boss’ bed.

Y/n knew it was a sin, but she couldn’t help it. It felt too good as Finn slammed into her. Finn let out a louder, deeper moan, still thrusting in but slightly slower now as his hands flew down to Y/n’s plush thighs. He gripped them, practically throwing her legs around his waist.

Due to the lack of stability, Y/n’s body was sliding up and down the bed.

“Feels s’good!” Y/n cried out, accompanied by Finns even louder and careless moans. Neither seemed to realize that everyone in the house could hear them from all the way upstairs.

“Yeah?” Finn softly spoke. “It’d feel even better if I came deep, deep into your little tummy. Filling you with Shelby babies? Gypsy babies. Would you like that?” Finn cooed, sliding his hand under her body. His hand splayed out on the middle of her back, pulling her upward so that they could be chest to chest as the two grew closer and closer.

“Yes, yes.” Y/n nodded blissfully, not even understanding what was going on. “Fill me, Finny.”

“Oh, I will. Then when you swell up with my baby, you’ll have to marry me. No matter what happens.” Finn grinned widely, cutting himself off with an unexpected groan as Y/n clenched on him. “She’s practically sucking me in, Love. Just asking to be fed.”

As they neared, so did Mosley and Tommy. Curious as to where the yells and cries were coming from.

Y/n wrapped her arms tightly around Finns neck as he slowed his pace. He slowly pushed in and out of her, one arm wrapped around her back, his other free hand cradling her head in order to keep in the crook of his neck.

“I can feel how close you are, just let it go. Then I will too, and you’ll be full to the brim with my babies.” Finn whispered, placing endless kisses to the side of her head, rubbing the back of her head with his thumb.

Y/n nodded, her jaw slack as she rested her almost limp head on Finn’s.

Finn sped up in his last few seconds worth of thrusts. And just as both teens felt their climax come flying forward, the bedroom door flew open. For Mosley had thought that someone was hurting his sweet little girl, judging by the cries that were heard from just outside the door.

But as him and Tommy stopped midway through the room, their eyes landed on Finn and Y/n. Bare naked, not even bothering to cover up with the sheets as they fucked.

The two noticed the older men immediately, and despite their embarrassment, Finn couldn’t seem to stop his hips from moving. Riding out their highs as tears flowed down Y/n’s cheeks. Finn focusing on pushing his cum deep into her womb.

“Well…it seems as if we may need to arrange a ceremony?” Mosley began with a smirk as the teens settled down. Tommy glared at Mosley for a short second, making the man shrug. “What? I can’t let people think my daughter’s innocence was taken before her wedding night.” Mosley snickered happily.

#smut #18+ content #18+ minors dni #fanfiction #breeding k1nk #peaky blinders #peaky fucking blinders #finn shelby #michael gray #finn shelby x reader #1920s #enemies to lovers #superiority complex #exhibition kink #getting caught #finn shelby smut #michael gray x reader #oswald mosley #peaky blinder imagine #peaky blinder fanfic #peaky fookin blinders #tommy shelby #kinktober 2023 #coquette #lana del rey #nympette #nymph3t #nymph aesthetic #nymphcore #sweet little nymph

[barrykeoghanstan]

Friend: You're unhinged

Me: No, I'm not. I'm just saying it would be hot as fuck to let each of the Shelby brothers + Micheal to have their way with me

Friend: ......

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[noforkingclue]

Dark!Thomas Shelby x reader request

Where Micheal has a crush on the reader and flirts with her and everyone else in the family has noticed it so they warn Micheal because they know how possessive Tommy is but he doesn’t stop until one day Tommy either sees Micheal flirting with the reader or the reader confides in Tommy because Micheal is starting to make her feel uncomfortable because he can’t take no for an answer so Tommy takes matters into his own hands x

Note: requests are currently closed

I went with Michael and the reader both like each other but dark!Tommy isn't going to allow it. you are Tommy's are he isn't going to let you go anytime soon.

Title: Never Letting Go

Warnings: dark fic

Peaky Blinders tag list: @stylesofloki, @ohshititsfenharel, @lenaskyler02, @elenavampire21, @swordofawriter, @zablife

Thomas Shelby tag list: @alreadybroken-ts, @darlingdevil, @lyrxbz, @watercolorskyy, @notyour-valentine

Everything tag list: @greenrevolutionary, @byebyebreezywrites, @spngingerbread21, @layazul, @lov3vivian, @simonsbluee

You were Tommy’s.

Everyone knew that.

Well, almost everyone.

It was silent in Tommy’s office. Practically everyone had gone home for the evening apart from the young man sitting in front of him. Michael took a sip of his drink and held Tommy’s gaze. Tommy lit and cigarette and leant back in his chair waiting for Michael to speak.

He wasn’t going to break first.

“Why are you doing this?”

He wasn’t weak.

“What did you ever do that makes you think that you deserve her.”

He didn’t deserve you.

“She doesn’t deserve the way you’ve been treating her.”

He didn’t deserve you. That was the sad, bitter truth.

“And what way is that?”

Finally Tommy spoke. Michael paused, seemingly surprised that Tommy had actually risen to his challenge, although there wasn’t much of one. Michael put his glass down, a little harder than Tommy thought was necessary, and said,

“Why are you doing this?”

“Doing what?”

“You fucking know what.”

“I’m afraid you’re not being very clear.”

Bored, Tommy turned his attention to the paperwork on his desk. Michael inhaled and exhaled deeply. He was not going to let Tommy get under his skin, not this time. You were too important to him to allow Tommy to get away with this.

“Y/n-“

“Is an adult,” Tommy interrupted, still not looking up, “She is old enough to make her own decisions.”

“Not when you keep threatening her.”

“And when have I threatened her?”

“Having people follow her home.”

“She’s an important part of this company. I’m making sure she gets home safely.”

“Warning off her friends.”

“Those people weren’t her friends, they were too unreliable. We need to make sure those around us are loyal. They weren’t.”

“Threatening off any potential… suitor.”

Michael became slightly quiet at the end and Tommy finally looked up. He grinned at Michael, although there was no warmth behind it.

“Thought you wouldn’t mind about that.” He said

“Y/n has a right to choose-”

“And what makes you think that she’ll pick you.”

Tommy leant back in his chair and lit a cigarette as he smirked at Michael.

“Over you?”

“Who else. What can you offer her that I haven’t already given her?”

“She’s frightened of you.”

“Not enough to leave.”

“You won’t let her.”

“Nothing’s stopping her. Or is this another threat I’m meant to have made? Like you said, she has a right to choose.”

Michael stood up and ran a hand over his face. He glared at Tommy who returned it was a bored look. Tommy downed his drink and pointed to the door with his cigarette.

“Your mum is waiting for you,” he said, “Best not to keep her waiting any longer.”

Just before Michael left the office Tommy called,

“Y/n is mine. Everyone else knows that. It’s time you remembered that as well.”

Michael slammed the door to Tommy’s office and stormed out of the building. Tommy was right, Polly was waiting for him. Michael ignored her as he marched down the road. He was aware that Polly was following him but she didn’t say anything until they were away from the building.

“It didn’t work,” she said at last, “I told you but you didn’t listen. When Tommy set his mind to something he won’t change it.”

“I had to try,” Michael slowed down allowing Polly to catch up, “I couldn’t sit back and do nothing. Y/n-“

Michael cut himself off and ran a hand over his face.

“I love her,” he said quietly, “And Tommy’s destroying her life.”

“I know.”

“And you won’t do anything?”

Polly’s glare told Michael everything. He quickly looked down at the ground and said,

“I know she loves me too.”

“That’s dangerous.”

“Then what do you suggest we do? I’m going to help y/n if it’s the last thing I do.”

“That very well might be.”

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[glitterpeachtree]

Welcome to my Mojo Dojo Casa Ted Talk where I talk to you about haw the Barbie movie ruined my life:

So basically, I never wanted to see the Barbie movie. I was just going to wait until it was on some streaming service, so I could watch it for free. But then my aunt invited me to see it. I thought I was going to hate it, but after seeing Ryan Gosling, and his Mojo Dojo Casa House, I became addicted.

I couldn't stop thinking about Ken. I couldn't stop thinking about Ryan Gosling. I watched every single Ryan Gosling film, tv show, and interview I could find. Spent probably a $100 on his films...

And of course, this movie had to come out when college classes were starting up again. I am choosing between Ken or College. I now want to move to Malibu, so I can find Ken. I want to go to Hollywood and star in a movie, just so I can be with Ryan Gosling.

I can't function. I can't eat. I can't sleep. I can't focus. Someone help. I can't stop. this Ken-ddiction.

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[jomarch-wannabe]

Michael Gray

Key: Smut * Angst ! Fluff :)

Oneshots

It’s okay :) ! - (Michael Gray x Fem! Reader) - Michael longs for your company after killing his abuser, Father Hughes

#Michael Gray #Peaky Blinders #Michael Gray Fanfiction #masterlist #finn Cole

[peakywitch]

Wish I could - Michael Gray

asked! "Hey hope your day’s going well :) “I wish I could marry you…” & Michael Gray? Thanks so much love 💕" SPOILER FREE! pure fluff, too!

500 words!

masterlist

check out my prompt list! you can send an ask, because i'll be updating A LOT! And also, please let me know what type of thingy you want, fluff, angst, blah blah blah, so i won't dissappoint anyone and everyone will get what they want!

“I wish I could marry you…” he whispered in her ear, while holding her from behind.

The fire was burning softly, and the dog that they found one night a few years ago in the darkness of the alley was now the most loyal guard dog for baby Eliza. Everywhere she went, so did Porridge. And her curious nose was always trying to tuck her safely under the blue blanket. Polly had been wrong, for once in her life. It wasn’t a boy, like everyone predicted, it was a girl. A giggly and calm girl, one that didn’t give them too much trouble.

“You wish you could marry me?” she muttered back, her fingers going up and down his forearm.

“Yes, I wish I could marry you. Again, you know?”

When Y/N met Michael, she thought he was a tough one, a man like Tommy. One that would only keep her warm in the lonely hours of the night, and that she wouldn’t feel seen, admired, obscenely loved. But Michael had that in himself, he was open, yet so private. All, all of his love was just for the two women in his life: Eliza and Y/N. His daughter and his wife.

His family.

His dreams had come true, his truest, deepest and realest dream was now his reality. A family to come home to, a wife that had his back and would stick through thick and thin and a daughter that he would do anything for. He didn’t like to navigate too much into that thought, because the mere idea of having to go to the inhuman levels of brutality to just be sure that her future would be promised, gave him goosebumps and a sense of anxiety. Not because he didn’t want to do those things, but because he wanted Eliza to grow up away from that life. Away from what he once was. What he told himself he wasn’t anymore.

But, was he ever something before her? He could barely remember who he was before her. A man whose heart only had a beat to keep him alive, and now that same heart was full with love, pride and so many other emotions that made Michael realize he wasn’t alive before.

Whoever the person before him was, he was long gone. The feeling of the sticky and warm blood dripping from his hands was now even barely there, since it was replaced by that first feeling of hugging his daughter. So small, so soft, so light and ever so fragile. If there’s anything more precious than his memory of holding her for the first time… he didn’t want to know.

“Tomorrow is our anniversary, you can write some vows if you want. You know I love it when you just tell me over and over again how amazing I am.” Michael laughed a bit louder than he would have wanted, and Liz mumbled something from her crib. They both froze in their place. “If you wake her up, Michael Gray, you’re taking over. I’m too tired.”

He was tired, too. He was a working man and one of the few men in the city that actually did something in the house. But he would put through the baby fuzz if that meant spending one or two more hours with her.

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[blueeyedheizer]

❝DECISIONS❞

pairing: Michael Gray x Reader

content warning: none, just gina being an annoying cunt as usual

a/n: first michael fic in a long time :) it was originally supposed to take a veeeery different direction, super angsty, with the reader being angry at Michael and extra sassy, but oh well. I think Michael deserves some love after what they did to him in s6. || wc: 0,7

(gif not mine: ?)

"Are you sure this is what you want, Michael?"

The room had been plunged into a heavy, awkward silence before you interrupted it, the sharp sound of the slap Michael had received from his mother just moments before still ringing in your ear.

"Turning your back on your family and risking everything by becoming their enemy? Is that what you want?" you continued, pushing yourself away from the counter you were leaning against to take a step forward. You heard a scoff coming from behind you, but you knew better than to give Gina the attention she so desperately wanted. Instead, you kept your gaze on Michael and crossed your arms over your chest as you got no answer, his jaw clenching being the closest you got to a reaction.

"Don't worry about him." Gina eventually chimed in, seeing Michael wouldn't answer. Her signature sardonic smile was glued to her red tinted lips as she pushed herself up from her chair, approaching you. "We know what we're doing and I'm sure Michael can make his own decisions."

"What's your plan?" you questioned Michael, ignoring the american woman. But within a second, Gina was opening her mouth again.

"Tell her, baby." she said. You cringed at the pet name, your cheeks flexing. "At least you know this one is willing to listen."

"How about you shut the fuck up, huh?" you whipped around, taking a menacing step towards her. You'd had enough. "This is a conversation between me and Michael. Mind your own fucking business, Gina."

Gina's eyebrows raised at your sudden outburst, a mocking grin on her face as she directed her gaze toward Michael. She probably expected him to say something but he didn't, his expression unchanging.

"In business it's called a hostile takeover." he explained, catching your attention. "That doesn't mean anyone needs to get hurt." You held back a scoff. Non-violence has never been an option in this family. "I'll make an approach to the chinese suppliers and offer them more favorable terms."

"And more access to american buyers." Gina added. You cast her a pointed glare before focusing back on Michael.

"Gina's uncles are in Chicago, Boston, and Long Island." he continued. "They run whisky and gin from Canada, but booze is now being legalized again. So narcotics is the future. Tommy is taking too much on, his business is too big for him to handle."

Sucking in a breath, you ran a nervous hand through your hair as you began to pace silently around the room, taking in everything Michael was telling you.

You had a bad feeling about this. Tommy would have no mercy on Michael if he were to go on with this plan and try to outsmart him. He was risking so much.

Your pacing finally came to a stop and you took a hold of Michael's hands, forcing him to keep his attention on you.

"You need to tell Polly everything." you said calmly. Once again Gina shared her exasperation, the clicking of her heels resonating as she paced around you.

"Why? So she can read into our future and tell us something really bad is going to happen if Michael sticks to the plan?" she mocks. "You cannot be serious. Listen, honey...Michael laughs at this witchcraft bullshit when his family's not there. We don't need Polly's approval." she came up to Michael and placed a hand on his shoulder, clinging onto him. "Let's just go, baby. It's not worth it."

"Shut up, Gina." Michael finally snapped, giving his wife a cold glare. Gina's expression dropped and if you weren't so worried you would've smirked at the expression on her face when she drew back, walking back to her seat while mumbling something about 'this fucking family' under her breath.

"Michael, listen to me." you continued, lifting a hand to cradle one of your palms against his cheek. "I need to know you'll be okay. Please, if you won't do it for me or anyone from this family, do it for our daughter." you begged.

"Jesus Christ." Gina sighed.

"We'll speak to Pol, Y/N." Michael responded, taking your hand that was still on his cheek and giving it a squeeze. He could tell you were genuinely distraught. Although you and Michael had been divorced for two years you still cared a great deal about each other, therefore the thought of him getting hurt or possibly dying had you panicking. "I promise." he added softly, staring into your eyes as if to let you know he truly meant what he said.

A couple seconds passed until you nodded, releasing a breath of relief. After a quick moment of hesitation you cupped Michael's face and leaned forward to press a lingering kiss to his forehead, resting yours against it afterwards. Michael's hands came to your sides, his thumbs subconsciously stroking your skin in a soothing manner.

"I know your heart, Michael." you murmured, just loud enough for him to hear. "Your family has always mattered more than your business. Think about it, that's all i'm asking. And if you change your mind, just know that you'll always be welcome home. Your daughter misses you."

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[peakyblinders1919]

Hi again, another possible peaky imagine for Michael or Finn x reader where she forgets her glasses at his place or the office after a date with him so the next morn she goes to get them. But the guy isn’t there and like Polly or whoever opens the door thinks she’s a ho he forgot to pay. She quickly gives her money and tells her to “go get”. Now the reader is confused b/c she doesn’t know what they want her to get (she’s a v). So she knocks again, this goes 3 times before boy comes. Then fluff❤

"What the fuck!"

"Shh, shh, keep your voice down."

"Should have told that to your mother before she started screaming to the whole street I'm a whore."

"I was upstairs the whole time, she didn't say that-"

"If you were 'upstairs', you should have come down and saved me sooner. Look, Michael, look what she gave me. Shoved it into my hands, apologized, and shut the door in my face."

It was his turn to be embarrassed, eyes glazing over your scrunched up features, before traveling down to your hands filled with what he could only assume was his mother's money. In frustration, he pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed.

“Tell me,” you bit back, crossing your arms over your chest. You thought about throwing the money back at him- taking it would only confirm what Polly had insinuated- but for now you clutched it tighter. “Is this a normal occurrence?”

“What? No, of course not?”

“How, how, how do I know? She didn’t seem very surprised at the thought of you having a lady caller for the night, forgetting to pay her. But why do I get the sense she’d be surprised to know her son has a been in an exclusive relationship. Because that is what we’ve been in, right?”

“YES!” He spewed, feeling close to combusting at the accusation. “Yes, that’s what we’ve been in. I swear Y/N I swear.” 

Silence lingered. Eyes trying hard to stay on the other, figure out if words were enough. 

“Y/N please.” A gangster begging on the streets was almost enough to make you smile. “You’ve got to believe me.”

“You know, I was just coming back for my glasses, can’t type up the reports without them. I left them on your side dresser last night-“

What you were looking for were right in his hands, trying to lighten the mood with his smile as he handed them over.

“I know. I was going to bring them to you, with that chocolate croissant you like for breakfast. You must be needing a recharge after last night…”

“After this morning.” you sighed and chuckled all the same, though Michael Gray had done it yet again. Knowing exactly what to say to get you to forgive and forget. “You owe me breakfast, lunch, and dinner with your mother so I don’t get mistaken for a whore the next time I’m around.”

He laughed, intertwining his fingers with yours as he started you both off in the direction of the bakery. “You might want to wear something else then.”

“Michael Gray!” You shrieked, hitting him with your purse lightly for insinuating such a thing. You both knew it was a joke the way his all-too-rare laughter hung from his lips and rung through the streets. 

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[evita-shelby]

Beware the Ides of March!

Grab your knives and togas and join me on this Tumblr Holiday where we celebrate the murder of Julius Caeser.

🥖send a prompt for a moodboard or a fic where the only requirements are: must have a murder, a knife, and/or a party

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Won't be restricting myself to just peaky characters, every character I've written for be it a cillian murphy character, BBC's World on Fire and now, Masters of the Air

Masterlist

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