#michael gray blurb

[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!

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“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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[michaelgraysmustache]

“Haunted Thoughts and Promises” - Michael Gray Blurb

WORD COUNT : <1k

SUMMARY : A look into Michael’s mind during his time in prison and the months after. Missing his mum, feeling regret about Charlotte, and how he wants things to be different. 

A/N : Michael changes a lot throughout the duration of the show and we hardly ever get to know what he’s thinking. 

WARNINGS :  dark themes

Trapped in between concrete walls, alone with his thoughts, Michael Gray had nothing but time to think about all of the wrongs he had done. The what-ifs and echoes of missed opportunities were his constant companions. His only companions really. The guards wouldn’t talk to him. He had been kept alone in a cell and only on rare occasions let out onto the yard. Even then, he was kept away from his cousins. He hadn’t seen John or Arthur since they were all taken in. 

One promise he made to himself was that when he got out of this, if he got out of this, he would write a letter to Charlotte. Maybe he could even see again, but he doubted that possibility. She was to be married to another, she was engaged when they met. Charlotte and Michael were never meant to be more than a passing fling. He wasn’t sure if he loved her, it was too soon to tell. Was romantic love even something he was searching out? The Peaky Blinders always had terrible luck in that department, so he figured he might as well avoid it if he could. When Charlotte told Michael that she was pregnant, he knew that he didn’t want to marry her but she shouldn't have gotten an abortion alone. He would have stayed with her that night if Charlie hadn’t been taken. 

Michael replayed how different his life would have been if someone else chased after Charlie and Father Hughes and he stayed with Charlotte. Would Finn or Tommy be behind bars instead of him? Maybe Charlotte would have kept the baby and they’d be married right now. Maybe he’d be able to visit his Mum and make sure she was okay. Maybe he’d be able to help Tom get everyone out of prison instead of lying in a dead man’s bed waiting for the guards to take him to the gallows. 

One day, sooner than expected, the guards came for all the incarcerated members of the Shelby family. Michael can still feel the three sets of hands on him, the way the fingers curled around his decayed muscles digging in, looking for bone. He fought them every step of the way, trying to shake free of their grasp. But it was no use, he was brought to the gallows, stood next to his cousins, and the rope was slipped around all their necks. 

This was it, this was end. 

But it wasn’t. 

Tommy had gotten the order to free them. The rope was removed but the fear you experience at the moment before death forever marked their souls. Branded them with an unshakable terror. Arthur and John and been to war, they knew this feeling well. But Polly and Michael were a different story. Neither of them slept at night, they just wandered the house like ghosts trying to go about their old routine but the new owners have moved everything around. They bumped into walls and got lost staring at nothing. They were strangers in their own home.

It was on one of these nights that Michael sat down to finally write that letter. 

Dear Charlotte, 

I hope many things for you. That this letter finds you well and that you are happy in your marriage. Happy with your quiet life in London. And if you have children, I hope that they are in good health. 

I would have written or even called sooner but I have spent the last few months in prison for murder. For the man, I murdered the night of your procedure. That was the first time I ever killed and blood seeped so deep into my skin that it touched my soul. I am now no longer any different from my cousins. When we first met you said that I looked different from the others, I don’t think that is true anymore. 

You should not have been alone that night. I should have stayed with you, and held your hand for the whole procedure. Things between you and me were never supposed to get serious, but I still cared for your deeply. I hope that you never think of me or Birmingham. I hope that your heart has forgotten me.

Best Wishes, 

Michael Gray

There was so more that he wanted to say to her. He wanted to tell her everything, he wanted to have someone that he could tell everything. But that wasn’t fair to Charlotte, the girl who was never really his. She had a chance to go on and live a normal life, he couldn’t pull her back into all of this. 

Michael mailed the letter and promised himself that he would do better. He would take over the family company and do things his way. He would study under Tommy and learn to succeed where he failed. 

#michael gray fanfic #peaky blinders fanfic #michael gray #michael gray fic #peaky blinders fic #peaky blinders fanfiction #peaky blinders #michael gray imagine #michael gray blurb #* my fics

[honeykngdom]

michael gray | a peculiar arrangement

just because I felt like sharing ... here's a snippet from a story I started writing in 2019 and never completed / fleshed out ... maybe with enough encouragement I could be persuaded to finish?

Another bout of silence. Josie couldn’t tell if she was doing this right. It didn’t feel like she was doing it right, but what difference would it make? If this one didn’t work out, she had other unopened messages waiting on her reply. “So, what exactly are you looking for?” 

“My mother,” annoyance laced with the words, a sigh of his own procuring. “She’s giving me a hard time about finding a good woman and settling down. I moved to the city to give myself some distance, told her I was mingling and the lot. Doesn’t like that I work long hours, especially not for my uncle.”

“Family business.” Josie mused; he hummed in agreement. “And you can’t find a woman with all of these long hours, is that right?”

“That’s what she tells me. The way Tommy puts it, I just need a handful of bills and the right club.”

At this, Josie couldn’t help but roll her eyes toward the ceiling. “Sounds charming.” 

“I need someone to come to a few family gatherings over the next several months. A wedding, a reunion.” His voice had perked up a bit, the prospect of family gatherings perhaps not entirely something he was dreading. “With my mother in town, I suspect there will be a higher amount of unexpected drop ins and dinners — said girlfriend being around would help.”

“Meaning you want me on call?” That wouldn’t do. 

Sensing the tension in her tone, the man tried again. “I believe I have something in mind that benefits the both of us. You need a place to stay — one roommate, peace and quiet. I have a spare room. Come and stay with me until graduation, no rent required.” He proposed, giving no second thought to opening up his home to a stranger. “I’ll pay you for the shifts you miss to make up for the loss. I’ve got a kitchen full of things other than takeout and granola bars.”

This really was easy.

“I’d feel more comfortable meeting you before fully jumping on board but … that does sound pretty tempting.” Josie trailed off, chapped lip pulled between her teeth. It meant she could leave. It meant a real home, with food and a clean bathroom. The potential ‘daddy’ didn’t seem too creepy, in fact, he came off quite the opposite. He sounded like a complete gentleman. 

#michael gray #peaky blinders #michael gray blurb #peaky blinders blurb #michael gray x oc #michael gray fanfic #finn cole #yes its def a sugar baby / sugar daddy arrangement but I really wanted it to be classy #I had such a vision for this story and now I'm just ? #idk I'm on the fence about it #do I continue? #does anyone wanna be the beta and maybe just plot stuff out with me? #ugh I miss having someone to get excited about things with :(

[red-riding-wood]

Drabble/Short Oneshot Requests

So, have been holding back on doing this because I still do have a oneshot req I need to complete, and so many WIPs it's outlandish. That being said, right now, since I'm reconditioning myself to write, it's very difficult for me to tackle those projects and get even a sentence in them at a time. So I'm sort of asking for your help in this in my theory that drabbles are a good medium and that they might help me get used to properly writing.

I'm currently comfortable writing MxF, FxF, and of course platonic relations. I tend to write angst or dark fics so nothing is off limits with me, but if you want to send in something fluffy I can try my best! Anything smutty will likely not be too "in-depth" given the length of drabbles.

I will most likely do these x reader and 2nd person unless otherwise specified.

You can send in:

A GIF or picture prompt

A written prompt (use any but I do have some good angst I found)

A lyric or song + character

A description of what you'd like if the request is more specific (though keep in mind I will be keeping these short)

Fandoms & Characters below!

- Peaky Blinders -

Tommy Shelby Arthur Shelby John Shelby Polly Gray Michael Gray Alfie Solomons Tatiana Petrovna Luca Changretta Aberama Gold

- Game of Thrones -

(since I'm not far in this there are only a couple characters that I feel confident writing for as of yet, since I know their spoilers updated) (underage characters will be aged up if the request is sexual)

Petyr Baelish Daenerys Targaryen Jaimee Lannister Cersei Lannister Tyrion Lannister Jorah Mormont Viserys III Targaryen Jon Snow Sansa Stark Arya Stark Robb Stark Catelyn Tully/Stark Tommen Baratheon Stannis Baratheon Ramsay Snow/Bolton Theon Greyjoy Yara Greyjoy Margaery Tyrell Bronn Brienne Melisandre

- Adrien Characters -

* ones I am more picky with because I have full stories planned out for them, so I might not do the request or might use my OC for said story depending on how the inspiration goes

Henry Barthes (Detachment) *Jack Driscoll (King Kong) Clive Nicoli (Splice) *Dmitri (The Grand Budapest Hotel) *Peter Whitman (The Darjeeling Limited) Jack Starks (The Jacket) Leo Kopernick (See How They Run) Frankie (American Heist) Bloom (The Brothers Bloom) Jack Grace (Love the Hard Way) Steven (Dummy) Harry (Oxygen) Charles Boone (Chapelwaite)

- Aidan Characters -

If you ask me to write an Aidan Gillen character that isn't on this list, odds are I will say yes, lol. I may just have to watch whatever the character is in because I've not seen much with him... yet.

- Far Cry 5 -

Jacob Seed John Seed Joseph Seed Faith Seed

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[oneforthemunny]

friday the thirteenth |eddie munson x reader|

prompt: you and eddie go to the drive in. a small blurb that's apart of the oneforthemunny's spooky story series! also eddie edit made possible by @eddiemunsonsmum :)

Friday, October 13th, 1989 

“Hey, make sure you hide those snacks, ok?” Eddie muttered, a ringed hand gripping the wheel, blowing smoke out the open window.

“I don’t think they’ll all fit in the glove box.” You frown, shoving the crinkling wrappers of honey buns and kit-kat under miscellaneous papers, a few lighters that were stored away in there. 

“Just put ‘em under the blanket, sweetheart.” Eddie nodded, flicking the cigarette out the window, arm craning behind him for the blankets you’d thrown in from home. 

“They won’t look?” Your eyes cut to Eddie’s carefully, grabbing the aged quilt from his grasp. 

“No, they’re not gonna search the van, baby.” Eddie grinned. “Just look in. Just make sure it’s covered, alright?” 

Undoing your own seatbelt, spreading the blanket over the snacks, feet tucked under your legs. Eddie tapped on the cracked leather of the steering wheel with excitement, rolling to a stop on the gravel behind the line of cars. “I’m so fuckin’ excited.” He admitted, eyes sparkling through the gloom dullness of the gray Indiana sky. 

“Yeah?” You giggle. His smile was infectious, made your heart warm with an overwhelming sense of adoration. “I can tell.” 

“This was a good idea. Coming early, because look at this line, babe.” Eddie tilted the rearview mirror to look at the piling line of cars behind him. All swarming to the Hawkins Drive-In for the double feature of Halloween and Friday the Thirteenth… on Friday the thirteenth. 

“Good call with that.” Eddie smiled over at you, heat spilling over your cheeks at his praise. Eddie’s hand fell on your thigh lightly, squeezing your thigh playfully.

 “Oh, shit. Look at that guy. Shoulda brought my mask, huh?” Eddie nodded towards the teenagers parked in the back, running around in their Jason and Michael masks. 

“Yeah… maybe don’t park over there, though.” You cut your eyes at the teenagers, screeching and jumping off their tailgates. 

“Why?” Eddie smirked, van rolling in line slowly towards the ticket stand. “You scared? Afraid they’ll get you-” 

“-No-” 

“-Because I get it, babe. It is Friday the thirteenth. It’s a very scary night. I’d be scared too.” Eddie teased. 

You rolled your eyes. “You’re scared, Munson?” 

“Maybe. Maybe ‘m just excited.” Eddie smirked, long lashes batting at you sweetly. The van creeped towards the ticket stand. “I wasn’t gonna park there anyways, but they did take my spot, fuckin’ assholes.” 

“Your spot?” Your brows lifted in amusement. 

“Yeah, good makeout spot.” Eddie smirked at your scoff, stopping in front of the ticket stand. 

Your head rested against the seat rest, Eddie’s curls illuminated in the bright light of the ticket stand. Rings catching in the light when he handed them the money, bracelets peeking out from the leather of his jacket when he took the tickets. He looked so pretty; so content. 

“Can you put it on the station?” Eddie muttered, shifting gears so the van rolled with a low grunt over the gravel. “You wanna be more towards the front?” 

“I’m fine wherever, Ed.” You hum, turning the dial slowly. “You’re the expert, right, baby?” 

A huff of a laugh left his lips, curling in a small smile. “Yeah. Think there’s a spot up here if this jackass in a wagon doesn’t take it- Christ, who’s taking kids to this kind of movie? Fuck that, we’re not going there. I’m not listening to screaming the whole time.” 

“Maybe they’re older kids?” You grin, the comical tune of the pre-movie show tune playing through the speakers. “Or could be big horror fans. You didn’t like scary movies as a kid?” 

“Yeah, but it’s not fun going with your parents.” Eddie rolled his eyes, reversing into a back spot slowly. “Gotta sneak it or it’s not fun.” 

“Like the candy, hm? That’s the thrill of it?” 

“Exactly.” Eddie smirked, jamming the gear to park. 

“Shit, this part is good, baby. Look.” Eddie whispered, lips still pressed to yours, hand sliding from your jaw slowly. 

“I don’t wanna look, just-” You pawed at his jacket collar, pulling him closer, back into your kiss. 

“-Wait, wait, this is the good part. Hold on.” Eddie muttered, eyes zoned in onto the screen, sitting back onto the van’s floor. 

You huffed, pushing up on your forearms to look at the screen, lips numb from the cold air and Eddie, just in time to see Michael Myers take a victim- a brutal slashing that had the entire lot grimacing out loud. 

“Oh, that’s fucking sick.” You cringe, looking at the van’s floor instead of the movie, stomach twisting uncomfortable. 

“Very fuckin’ sick. Wonder how they do that, huh? Like the special effects shit like that.” Eddie grinned, body buzzing with adrenaline and excitement. 

“I don’t know. They better have won whatever award there is for that, because that,” You nodded towards the screen, the dismembered, bloody body lying there. “Is disgusting.” 

“Wait until you see Jason’s victims. Makes Michael look tame.” Eddie grinned, head falling against the pillow, shoveling a handful of popcorn into his mouth. “Can’t believe you’ve never seen these.” 

“No way.” You wrinkle your nose at the screen. “More of a Beetlejuice fan or Elvira. I always liked that movie.”

“Yeah? Me too.” Eddie smirked. “Really liked that one.” 

You rolled your eyes. “Of course, you did.” 

“I like a spooky babe. Can you blame me?” Eddie pulled you close to his side, lips smacking against your cheek. 

“Oh? So you don’t like me, huh?” You glare at him lightly. “Just wasting my time, Munson?” 

“No way.” Eddie shook his head, looking over at you. “You’re a total spooky babe.” 

You roll your eyes, scoffing lightly. “‘M serious.” Eddie squeezes your thigh gently. “You’re doing this with me.” He nodded towards the screen. “Yeah.” You hum, eyes cutting to the screen, grimacing at the chase scene. “Guess I must love you or something to sit through two of these.”

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[enretrogue]

𝗔𝗣𝗥𝗜𝗟 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟯 𝗙𝗜𝗖 𝗥𝗘𝗖𝗦 (𝟭)

.☘︎ ݁˖ = BLACK/POC WORKS | 23' FIC REC M.LIST

MCU

BUCKY BARNES

Bumblebee Series: 1 ⎢ 2 ⎢ 3 ⎢ 4 ⎢ 5 ⎢ 6 ⎢ 7 ⎢  — @angrythingstarlight .☘︎ ݁˖

Soft!Dark!Mafia!Bucky x Runaway Bride!Reader — @angrythingstarlight .☘︎ ݁˖

Peachy Sweet: 1 ⎢ 2 ⎢ 3 ⎢ 4 ⎢ 5 ⎢ 6 — @straywords .☘︎ ݁˖

FRANK CASTLE/THE PUNISHER

Apple Bottom Jeans (+Billy Russo) — @bubuslutty

#15 w/ Frank Castle — @bits-and-babs

Bambi With Fangs ⎢ 2 ⎢ 3 — @bubuslutty

Bring Me Home — @frvnkcastles

Bakery AU — @devils-dares

Love Language (+ Billy Russo) — @bubuslutty

Imagine #1,044 (+ Shane Walsh) — @komotionlessqueenmm

Primal — @darlingshane

Instagram AU — @amhrosina

You’re Everything I Never Knew I Needed — @lemon-world1

Cowboy!Frank — @rrestrella

Really Bad Week — @chvoswxtch

“Come here…Hey! I said come. Here.” — @bullet-prooflove

Sanctuary — @glossysoap

Biting Truth — @narcolini

Soft Morning Sex w/ Frank — @amhrosina

Cutesy Blurb — @thyme-in-a-bubble

Frank w/ An Inexperienced Reader — @amhrosina

STEVE ROGERS

His Inheritance: Chapter 26 ⎢ Chapter 27 — @jtargaryen18

FRANK CASTLE + MATT MURDOCK

Spelling Out “I Love You” — @amhrosina

Baking w/ Matty and Frankie — @chvoswxtch

An Unexpected Delight — @amhrosina

TWD

GLENN RHEE

CDC — @collecting-stories

Feel Me — @nikkisheep

Never Stopped Looking — @glennrheesworld

Sex w/ Glenn — @strgrlxox

PEAKY BLINDERS

LUCA CHANGRETTA

Busted — @mlmxreader

Our Scars — @arzennn

MICHAEL GRAY

Behind On That Cute Date ⎢ Chocolate Pie — @anonymooseforever007

ALFIE SOLOMONS

Airport Snow — @there-goes-thefighter

Angel of Birmingham — @darkdevasofdestruction

Quid Pro Quo — @scorpiussage

THOMAS SHELBY

Dragon’s Den — @pherelesytsia

Afternoon Shelby Chaos ⎢The Boys ⎢Dad!Tommy ⎢Mr. Giraffe — @teenwolf-theoriginals

Mama Bear — @dlmlufics

Arthur + Cards — @dlmlufics

Big Sister Bess — @dlmlufics

Escape to Me — @daisyblinder

GEN. PEAKY BLINDERS

The Proposal (Shelby!Reader) — @anonymooseforever007

TGM

COURT GENTRY/SIERRA SIX

Take a Nap Amidst the Storm — @lloydsbitch

Home — @welcome-to-my-multiverse

SIERRA SIX + LLOYD HANSEN

Ready for Destruction (Prologue) — @holylulusworld

STRANGER THINGS

JIM HOPPER

Handcuffed — @thisfanisgonesorry

Taking Control — @call-me-little-sunshine84

Workplace Gossip — @darling-i-read-it

Batch of Cookies — @sunnylands-world

Hopper x Sleepy!Reader — @ddejavvu

DBF!Hopper — @ddejavvu

Final Essay — @keerysteacake

Plain Old Man — @ddejavvu

Out of the Woods — @mypoisonedvine

DBF!Hopper — @empresskylo

#navigation

[runnning-outof-time]

K’s Reading List — AUGUST

Hey there! Thanks for stumbling upon this reading list! I figured that as a way to support the lovely writers within this fandom that I’d compile a reading list of all of the stories I read over each month.

August was a wonderful month filled with incredible stories. Below is the list of stories that I read. I hope you will find some that you like as well!

As always, please make sure you heed to the warnings on each fic!!

🧡 — denotes story written for my 3.5k celebration

@youtifulsunshinelixfics (was @/acewritesfics)

Prove It - Tommy Shelby x Reader blurb **

Serves You Right - Tommy Shelby x Reader blurb **

It Led Me To You - Tommy Shelby x Reader blurb **

Dirty Dishes - Tommy Shelby x Reader **

**Changed username, so links may not work**

Peaky Caps and Razorblades - Tommy Shelby x Reader — this link works!!

@peakyswritings

Hope Is A Dangerous Thing For A Woman Like Me To Have - Tommy Shelby x Reader — contains dark themes!

Pinkie Promise - Tommy Shelby x OC (prewar)

Heart, Body and Soul - Tommy Shelby x OC (on- going series)

Too Young To Love You - Tommy Shelby x Reader

@lis-likes-fics

A Deal’s A Deal (pt. 2) - Tommy Shelby x Reader — contains 🔞 NSFW themes!

@notyour-valentine

Welcome to Downton, Mr. Shelby - Tommy Shelby x OC (on-going series)

@holacia3

Tommy Shelby Gif Blurb — contains 🔞 NSFW themes!

@brummiereader

Killing Me Softly - Tommy Shelby x Reader (completed series) — contains dark and 🔞 NSFW themes!

Happy Birthday Love - Tommy Shelby x Reader (from Killing Me Softly universe) — contains dark themes!

@gypsy-girl-08

Blind Date - Modern!Tommy Shelby x Reader (on-going series) — contains 🔞 NSFW themes!

@zablife

My Sun, My Moon, and All My Stars - Luca Changretta x OC (Aurora) (on-going series) — contains some intense themes!

Pearls from Tommy - Tommy Shelby x Reader headcannons — contains 🔞 NSFW themes!

Funeral - Tommy Shelby & Sister!Reader

Pretty When You Cry - Tommy Shelby x Reader — contains 🔞 NSFW themes!

@shelbystales

Story Time - Tommy Shelby x Reader

@peakyltd

Unexpected Friendship - Arthur Shelby x Reader

@writers-hes

Protection - Tommy Shelby x Reader (on-going series)

@weaponizedvirtue

The Face We Hide Behind - Tommy Shelby x OC

@everythingelseisextra

Casual - Tommy Shelby x Reader

Only The Wild Ones - Tommy Shelby x Reader (on-going series) — contains dark themes!

@look-at-the-soul

Skyfall - Tommy Shelby x Reader — contains 🔞 NSFW themes!

@little-diable

Sunshine - Tommy Shelby x Reader — contains 🔞 NSFW themes!

@call-sign-shark

Hey Bunny - Yandere!Arthur Shelby x Reader — contains dark/mature themes!

Birthday Blurb - Arthur Shelby x Reader

@holacia3

Blurb - Tommy Shelby x Reader

@there-goes-thefighter

What Did You Say? - Tommy Shelby x Reader

The Task - Tommy Shelby x Reader blurb

Love You Goodbye - Arthur Shelby x Reader blurb

Cake On the Dance Floor - Tommy Shelby x Reader blurb

Monster - Michael Gray

Bury the Hatchet - Tommy Shelby

@multifandomwriter56

A Good Dose of Laughter…Or Lack Thereof - Tommy, John, and Arthur Shelby & Sister!Reader

Blurb - Tommy Shelby & Daughter!Reader

Five Sentence Blurb - Shelby!Reader featuring young Finn Shelby

Gif Blurb - Tommy Shelby & Daughter!Reader

@raincoffeeandfandoms

Emergency Call - Tommy Shelby & Alfie Solomons (feat. Cyril)

Just Another Test - Alfie Solomons x OC

“Yes or No?” - John Shelby x Reader — 🧡

@moral-terpitude

The Talk - Tommy Shelby x OC

@shelbydelrey

Mrs. Shelby - Tommy Shelby x Reader

@pacifymebby

Peaky Blinders Headcannons - several Peaky Blinders characters — contains 🔞 NSFW themes!

@cillmequick

The Dress, part 2 - Cillian Murphy x Reader — contains 🔞 NSFW themes!

The Dress, part 3 - Cillian Murphy x Reader — contains 🔞 NSFW themes!

@teenwolf-theoriginals

Happy birthday, my love - Tommy Shelby x Reader — contains 🔞 NSFW themes!

@peakbys

A Minute And Gone - Tommy Shelby x Reader

@kitixie

The Sapphire Ring - Tommy Shelby x Reader

@valentine-in-my-quinjet

Best Made Plans - Tommy Shelby x Reader (prewar)

@dreamlandcreations

Imagine Tommy Coming To You All Bloody After Meeting With Alfie - Tommy Shelby & Sister!Reader (Alfie Solomons x Reader hinted at here)

@jomarch-wannabe

Control - Tommy Shelby x Reader — contains 🔞 NSFW themes!

What Was I Made For? - Tommy Shelby x Reader — 🧡

@dearshelby

NSFW Alphabet - Tommy Shelby x Reader — contains 🔞 NSFW themes!

@amysteryspot

Jay Halstead Blurb - Jay Halstead x Reader — from Chicago PD

@notyour-valentine

Welcome To Downton, Mr. Shelby - Tommy Shelby x OC (on-going series)

@zkvry

Are You Laughing At My Brother? - Shelby Brothers & Sister!Reader

@noforkingclue

Dark Promises - Tommy Shelby x Reader

@loverhymeswith

Let’s Be Alone Together; part 1 -Tommy Shelby x Reader

Let’s Be Alone Together; part 2 - Tommy Shelby x Reader

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Hi Mars, congratulations again on 1.5K, what a milestone :D Here with a gif blurb request for Polly, thought this gif could possibly be an interesting combo with angst. Excited to see what it'll inspire in you :)

This one was a challenge! So welcome to my first Polly writing ever! I did not know if you wanted it romantic or platonic or filial so I went for a motherxdaughter relationship. Hope this fills up the expectations!

And a most MASSIVE thank you to @runnning-outof-time aka lovely K for proofreading my first ever Polly writing!! ILYSM

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Smoke || Polly Gray x Adoptive Daughter! Reader

Warnings; Angst, some brief description of injuries, minor and major character death

The smacking of the bill stacks against the wooden table feels like a smack directly to your face; the two neatly piled wads before you hold more money than you’ve ever owned before and probably will ever own. But the money does not feel like tickets to freedom and peace; they feel like bricks tied to your ankles, dragging you to the bottom of an unknown darkness. 

Before you, sitting across the battered desk, Polly’s piercing eyes are fixed upon your wavering expression. She still dons mourning attire, even though it’s been long weeks since John and Michael went up in flames and smoke on an open field, each laid to the final rest in vardos and surrounded by every terrenal possession they ever held dear, plus a few lead bullets the coroners could not be bothered to remove. You had personally sewn each bullet wound up with needle and thread, wanting them to go onto the next life as whole persons and not just fleshy colanders. 

The minutes tick by loudly in the clock hanging behind her. While each second clocked in perfect sync, your heart hammers in erratic mess, blood rushing to your head and abandoning your legs, making your stand weak and shaky and threatening to send you to your knees. You have to grip onto the edge of the desk for support, your eyes closing as you focus on your breathing to stop the dizzying spinning of your head.

You exhale slowly to regain your composure enough to speak, but only one word leaves your lips “Why?”

“There is 2500 pounds in there. It is more than enough for you to buy a ticket far away from here, rent a place and get yourself a job” She speaks with the same certainty and professional tone she occupies during company meetings. As if you are nothing more than another employee in their payroll, and not a member of the family for the best part of your life.

“Polly, why?” You plead again, coming to sit across from her, staring straight into those stern eyes of hers through the smoke of her cigarette. With the white swirls around her, the Black Madonna around her neck and that black lace veil over her hair, she looks ready to start a seance. An aura of mysticism and ominousness that always drew you to her as a child, making you follow her wherever she went, hoping in your infantile mind to see her cast spells or speak to animals. 

“If you are ever in need of more, write to me at the office’s address and I will see that help comes to you, but you are not to set foot near any of us or into Birmingham. My driver will take you to your home to pack and then to London, but from then on you are on your own”

Oh, the Shelbys innate ability to ignore whatever others are speaking when it is not convenient for their agenda. But some of that ability had rubbed on you over the years; the key stood in being the loudest and angriest in the room.

“Polly!” You smack your fist against the table, rattling the glass ashtray and the neatly laid pens by the inkpot. Her eyes widen, but the bewilderment lasts only a fleeting second; she soon composes her carefully crafted cold facade again, the same one she has been wearing ever since the bullets rained like hellfire on her son and nephew. 

“Polly, why?” The hurt and desperation laced in your words do little to sway her unwavering indifference “Why are you pushing me away from my family” Your tremulous hands clasp hers tightly, your soul feeling like a boat facing the storm and clinging onto its last mooring for survival.

“We are not your family” Somehow, her retreating her hand from your loving grasp stings more than the words themselves, recoiling from your touch like she were retreating from a thankful beggar to whom she spared a few loose coins “What I did back then was charity, but it is time you find your own way. I cannot keep you under my wing forever”

Charity. Charity. Is that all she saw you as? A ward she took out of pity, and had now grown into a pesky burden?

The full story tangled and fogged in your mind, the fine details having been lost over time and life, but the bulk of it remained clear in your memory. Your parents succumbed to hunger and disease roughly around the same time Polly had her own children snatched away, taken away by the parish and the inherent cruelty they possessed for the poor and helpless. A mother who found herself with her arms empty, and a child who had no one to hold her; the turns of life brought you two together to fill in the gnawing gaps left within your hearts. Polly raised you under her guarding veil, surrounded by her candles and her saints and her prayers, and the quiet cries she often hid in her pillow whenever one of her kids’ birthdays passed. The smell of smoke and sandalwood evoked her memory in your brain. Her tender hands had braided your hair and wiped your tears in the same beat they had fired guns and threatened men and women alike.

The same hands that now pushed you away like a puppy abandoned on the side of the road. 

“I am not stupid Polly” It takes all your strength to not let your voice quiver “This is because of the Italians, isn’t it? Cause of what happened to John and Michael. You think they will come after me too” This has to be it, no? This has to be the reason. You cannot see it otherwise, why would your mother in all but blood reject you so abruptly? The logic feels so solid and obvious it soothes you in a way, and you cling onto that hope desperately. 

Her head falls back, a cruel, cold burst of laughter emerging from her lips “Don’t be stupid, they are after our family, not our employees” Another jab at your heart; Polly Gray is hellbent on picking at every soft spot you possess. And what could be a more sensible topic than your parentage? Taken in, raised as one of them, fed from the same table and dressed from the same clothes. But nothing changed your true status; an outsider. Never a true Shelby nor Gray; you were not her daughter, even if you had filled in during her absence for nearly twenty years

“Polly, you don’t have to do this” Your pleading words and your tearful eyes could barely show the true turmoil you feel inside “I don’t want to leave. I cannot leave you, not now! I can defend myself, you taught me how! Please don’t push me away” You never thought you’d feel pain like this; you had been too young back in the day to understand the grief of losing your parents, but now? You are thankful, for you are sure if you had felt such pain at that tender age, you would have died of a broken heart.

Polly remains silent as she methodically lights another cigarette, taking her time to inhale a long drag. The smoke swirls around her face and stings her eyes it seems; the corners have reddened and they seem watery. But she fans the smoke away with a harsh wave of her hand and picks up her purse “Enough of this. I have to go and so do you. My driver will take you where you need” She stood and slipped on her coat; a coat you had gifted her for her birthday, back when money remained tight. You had personally purchased the materials and tailored the piece yourself to fit her perfectly. 

As she makes an attempt to walk past you, you grab her sleeve, a vice grip around her wrist. But she keeps her back turned to you, one foot set forward and ready to exit the office. She tugs on your grasp, but you are not relenting. She is sand between your fingers and you are futilely clinging to the last grains

“Mother, please” Your voice is small, evoking the same tone you used as a small child, newly come under her care, still clinging onto the dream that someday your parents would return for you. The same vulnerability and innocence, and the maddening desire to not be abandoned again.

But your tears and your pleas do not move her heart. She yanks from your hold with such ferocity the seams of the sleeve snag

“If I see you back into the city, I will chase you out myself”

And those are the last words Polly Gray has for the daughter she no longer has

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The whistling of the train urges the travellers to climb, steam filling in the platform as the train employees parade down the long row of carriages, slamming doors closed and helping late comers to haul their bags up. You sit alone in a compartment, your suitcases packed in the overhead shelves and a small pile of notes resting at your side. You have left home in such a hurry you did not have time to warn your landlady, nor your friends nor the woman for whom you babysit every Wednesday. You write letters for them offering sincere apologies and vague explanations, citing urgent work matters, blaming your health, and even adding the appearance of a long lost family member to excuse such a hasty departure. You do not include your new address, for you don’t have one yet; all that awaits for you at the end of the journey is uncertainty.

The whistle blows one last time, another plume of steam shrouding the platform. Amongst the mist you think you see her; black coat and black veil, and shoes brought from Paris, with the delicate heel and the golden crossbar over the foot. You stand so abruptly the letters spill on the floor, the pen shattering and spilling ink all over your hard work. Your hands and cheeks are pressed to the cold glass, but the crystal is fogged and you can barely make out any form outside in the cold winter afternoon. You see the black shadow moving away, and you smash your gloved fists against the glass, chanting her name like a prayer. But it is too late; the engine starts and the station is left behind, alongside your last hope of reconciliation and your home.

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You are not sure you saw her, but she saw you. She saw you bent over something in your lap, brows furrowed in concentration and shoulders slouched. It takes a lot of effort to restrain her from calling you out and remind you to keep the shoulders tight, like she did so many times as you grew up from awkward childhood into comely adolescence. Polly wonders if you had time to pack food for the journey, and makes note to comb your flat later to make sure you have not forgotten anything; you are always so lackadaisical, one ought to give thanks your head is glue to your body. In the train travels a trusted aide of hers; he will tail you, wherever you go, to ensure you find a safe home and proper job. Every step you take he will report to her, and every person who crosses your path he will check to keep any wandering enemies away. That much she can do to keep you safe. That, and keep you as far away from herself as she can; the Shelbys are cursed, all of them, and they bring nothing but pain and death to those they love the most.

As the train at last begins to move, she rolls down her veil and walks away from your window. Amidst the steam and under the black gauze and lace, it is easier to hide the tears.

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Old Chapters - Michael Gray

A/N: Season 6 spoilers AND PURE PURE PURE MICHAEL ANGST, quite the harsh vocabulary, mentions of a hypothetic abusive partner (there's no violence towards anyone!), almost a love triangle, michael x reader & tommy x reader, harshness level season 6! If you dont understand the story, don't worry neither do i lmaoo anyways enjoy xx

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The bell on the door rang, snitching on whoever got into the bookstore. Maybe it was Adam, who couldn’t take a no for an answer and came today to bother, yet again. But the guards that watched over the shop had strict rules from Tommy himself to not let him anyway near the door. Y/N listened carefully, trying to decipher the noise, if the intruder did any. She was kneeling down, and the stranger interrupted her while she was doing some stock review. Slowly, the small notepad that was in her hand was placed on the floor, and this helped her to find balance with the shelf in front of her.

“I’m sorry,” she said a few seconds after not hearing anything, “we’re already closed, we close at six, please come back tomorrow!”

She heard nothing in return, so maybe it was Tommy. But even the man announced himself every time. She waited a few more seconds but still, no noise. Not even Adam tumbling around and making books fly down. This silence was more dreadful than the Welsh curses that came from her suitor.

With a trembling hand, Y/N found reassurance when she hid the small gun in the pocket of her long, brown skirt. Before leaving the room she took a deep breath, trying to force a steady, undoubtful grip if needed. But, when she entered the main salon, a man was looking through pages of a book that had been bought more often than any other. But it wasn’t just any man.

It was Michael.

He was just standing there as if he owned the place and was doing some stock research.

“Hello, Y/N.” his low voice vibrated through her whole body, “long time no see.”

Indeed, long time no see.

She didn’t answer. She couldn’t answer. There was no possible answer, there was no need for a warm welcome. He didn’t deserve the Welcome back to Birmingham Michael! nor did he deserve her tears. Yet, she couldn't control those.

“You own this place now?” He asked, and for the first time in years, she saw his eyes, again. The last time she had seen him, it was at Polly’s funeral. His eyes expressed many more things than he had ever expressed. But now, he looked shallow, bored to death and stuck in limbo.

“Only one thing has changed in the last few years, and it’s something I thought you’d never lose. Your way with words.” He closed the book softly and left it in its original place. Now, all of his attention was directed to her.

“I ran out of words that morning, Michael. I don’t have anything else to say to you. Not that you would care, or that they would matter.”

When Michael left for Boston, it was a Thursday morning. She found out after she spent the night at Polly’s because of a fight the afternoon before. She was in Tommy’s office, and the leather couch was acting as a safety net because after he left without her she found herself spiralling out of control in her anxiousness. In the shatters of her heart, now scattered all over the place. Tommy took matters into his own hands when he found out that his cousin didn’t have the courtesy to tell his girlfriend that he was leaving. Without her.

Michael cleared his throat.

“I’m not here to talk about the past-” he took both of his gloves off, and the shinny wedding band that was hiding under the leather twisted a knife that she thought was long lost.

“There’s no past to talk about.” She muttered, trying to sound confident. He stared at her while taking off his hat. Those same, deep blue eyes always gave him a smug look, yet a kind one. His hair was smoothly brushed, and there wasn't a strand out of place. He was looking as if he had a nice life.

“I’ll be quick, and I’ll be blunt, too. Tommy wants me dead-” His voice sounded loud and clear, he obviously developed confidence out of nowhere.

“That much I know.” Y/N voiced out with a bit of sarcasm and Michael raised his eyebrows, surprised at her newfound tone and continued.

“And I, also, want him dead. But not just because I want to live enough to see my and Gina’s son grow up, but also because I want him to pay for what he did to my mum.”

My and Gina's son.

Lawrence Gray.

She saw the boy once, in a picture that was published in the papers in an article about Gina’s uncle, Jack, opening a new hospital for children and using his nephew and media bait. Blonde hair, and Michael’s face. There was no denying it. That’s what hurt the most. Because if the baby looked a bit more like Gina, she could have brushed it off. Maybe think of her as a whore. But it wasn’t the case. Same soft nose, long lips and that smile she had once seen in him, as he was a boy in the village.

The village.

That haunted, forsaken place that they wanted to leave way behind. That place that they left behind, together. Only for her to be left behind next.

“I want you to help me to take him down, Y/N. I can’t do it without you.” Y/N snorted out a laugh, he couldn’t be serious! He had to be joking!

“Oh my God, I think you should ease it with the snow, Michael.” she laughed out, but he remained unmovable in his place. He wasn’t joking.

“He trusts you, Y/N. And this is not for me-” his voice started to raise, letting her know that he took her laughter as an offence.

“Everything is always because and for you, Michael!” She fought back.

“This is for my mum!” he yelled. And Y/N stood in her place. The only time that she heard him yell, was the day of the fight, she would be lying if she said Michael was a verbally abusive partner. Maybe a dickhead, an idiot and sometimes a fucking twat. But he never abused her, in any way. Which made Y/N hate him more because if he was as nasty and as easy to hate as Adam, she wouldn't have had a tough time getting over him.

She stayed there, petrified in front of him.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to yell.”

Fuck you, Michael Gray. Let me hate you.

“I want you to help me. And then, I will help you to keep the bookstore, or I can help you move out of Birmingham. I just… I need to trust someone inside.” He was trying his best to look… sensitive. To provoke something.

Y/N stared at him, not believing what he had just said. He became a stupider man.

“Gina sucked the intelligence out of you, Michael?” She laughed in disbelief.

Michael looked away. His ex-girlfriend talking about his wife and- yeah, she still had her thing with words.

“You actually want me to join you because you want to see how I'll stick with Tommy and want to convince yourself that you were right, that I would have eventually betrayed you. Or left you for Tommy or some shit like that. But guess what? I am not taking sides here-”

“There’ll be a day where you will need to choose a side.”

He sounded like a holy man, talking about judgement day. It made her crawl in her own skin.

“Jesus, Michael, who do you think I will choose? The man that left me and married someone else without notice? Or the man that took a chance on me and is now helping me? Do you want me to choose if the day comes? Fine, I will. But just know Michael, I would never betray you.” he smiled, “but then again, I will never betray Thomas. Because, unlike you, he never betrayed me, or my trust.”

“He betrayed me, and my mother!”

“You failed him first! You set him up, you sold him to Changretta, Michael! The man that killed John and almost killed you! And then, you betrayed me, I was your girlfriend! You told me you loved me!”

“Oh, come on! We were both barely 20, what did we know about love, ey!?” There it is, there it fucking is. A reason to hate him. “I heard you say that you loved me, night after night! And then, you just evaporated, and he was the one that told me, he was the one that helped me move out so I wouldn’t have to be the one to take everything out of your house, Michael! I was distraught!”

“I was young, Y/N!” he stated, trying to defend his reckless actions.

“I was younger, Michael! Three, almost four years younger! Fuck! But I always had at least a bit of human decency in m’self! I would have never, ever done something to you that would hurt you in the very least! And guess what? Age is not an indication of emotional responsibility, my son is ten times more considerate than you, and he is three years old!”

The sentence ripped apart her throat and her heart. Months of anger, nights of tears and mornings of dread. His ghost danced around the house for months on every sleepless night. Michael stood there, frozen, and she kept on speaking, allowing the words she only dreamed of saying to come out.

“So guess what? I will stand by the man that never betrayed me. You just want to see me sell you out, because you know I would if you ever told me about your plan of killing Thomas. Because he’s the only one left that I have, and I would sell you out if that meant I got to keep him. You wanted to see if you could trust me? Well, guess what? You can’t! You fucking can’t! Just like I will never, ever trust in you again!”

He laughed bitterly, and putting on his hat again, he spoke grimly.

“I always knew you’d betray me in the end.”

“No, you got this wrong. I will never betray the man that I love. Neither the man that I once loved. And.. not only did I love you, Michael. I adored you. Shit, I would have left for America with you! But… but now I’m so glad I never did. I have a loyal man by my side who cares for me and our kid. And I have barely any time to think of you and how you broke my heart. So go ahead. Go ahead and try to make me betray my husband, Michael. Because if you ever get a bullet in that fucked up brain of yours, it will be because of me. Don’t try my limits, because I am not the same stupid and disposable girl you once knew.”

The shallow and gloomy facade he once had, was now long gone. Even though he was the one to force her to move on, he was shameless enough to believe she actually would move on.

“So…” he said, putting on his gloves, “you have a son?” Was this some attempt to guilt-trip her?

“Yes, James. Causes more trouble than I ever did. But then again, it’s the Shelby blood, they were also quite the thing.” She smiled for the first time she had seen him that day. A small, shy and sad smile. Michael's eyes roamed her entire body, and smiled, after noticing one small detail.

“That they are.”

They stayed in silence looking everywhere but at each other. The books, the shelves, the chandelier, and the small cat sleeping in the staircase that everyone seemed to love. Without a word, Michael walked to the door and Y/N followed carefully every step. He placed his hand on the doorknob and opened the door after twisting it softly. The cold, winter air filled the shop.

“I’m happy you have James now. But you also forgot three small details. You’re not wearing a wedding band, nor is your finger shaped to its form, I doubt Tommy would allow that. You also forget that we both, too, were quite a handful. And the last one, you were never a good liar. Goodbye, Y/N.”

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Thomas Shelby Hogwarts Professor Short Story

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Last Chapter: Fucking in Sin

summary: having problems with your essay, you pay a visit to professor shelby’s office

pairing: professor! thomas shelby x fem student! reader

words: 3.2k

sexual content! and this is my first time writing smut so i apologise

You were lounging around in the common room one evening about a month later besides the warming fire, catching up on Defense Against the Dark Arts homework. You were supposed to write an essay on Chameleon Ghouls but you had so many questions and you were the type of person that couldn’t continue their work unless they had all the answers they needed. Penny and Oliver were scattered across the room scribbling away whilst you were dangling your feet off the sofa.

‘Do you know if Chameleon Ghouls have a timeframe of how long they can stay transformed. Or is it like until they feel like it?’ You asked into the room hoping for an answer in return.

‘No idea, but then again, you always ask questions no one would even think about.’ Penny slid down the wall until she was sprawled out on the floor. ‘I hate this.’ She said. ‘Maybe you should go to Shelby? It’s 9 o’clock but maybe he’ll give you an answer.’

‘I’m afraid I might have to.’ You placed your pen between your lips. Pondering hard if you should go.

‘I’ll go ask the Professor.’ You stood up a minute later. ‘Otherwise I’ll never finish your homework.’

‘Have fun.’ You heard Oliver poke fun at me just as you were about to climb through the portrait hole.

Only a few students were in the halls most likely back to their dormitories as the evening came to an end. On your way to the classroom you saw Percy which ruined your mood, but before you could let out a joke you had arrived at the door.

With shaking hands you grabbed the cold, rusty door handle and slowly swung the door open to reveal Professor Shelby sitting at his wooden desk, grading some papers.

‘What can I do for you?’ Professor Shelby flashed you a smile. Good lord in heaven for I have sinned.

You returned the smile, shutting the door and walked to the front of his desk.

‘Sorry, I know it's rather late to ask questions,’ You admitted. ‘But if I don’t have answers to your questions I find it hard to continue with your work, and I’m having that problem with the essay you gave us, Sir.’

‘If you're having trouble, Miss Granger, you can always come to me— I don't bite." He said, smiling. ‘Nevertheless, it is a little late.’ He placed his quill into the wooden desk. ‘However I’ll make an exception tonight. Just this once, after tonight I’d prefer it if you showed up before.’

‘Of course, Sir. I’m sorry.’

He awaited your next words as you stood in front of him, feet rolling up and down.

‘Ehm, in the book I found nothing on the transformation of the Chameleon Ghouls.’ You placed the book you’d brought with you on the table. ‘When they transform, do they stay like that until they want to or is it limited?’ You lifted your head to look at him.

Professor Shelby continued to listen to your questions and helped you get your answers to all of them. It was nice having a teacher that dedicated his time to his student and actually wanted to help. Unlike Professor Snape who couldn’t give a shit less.

‘By the way Miss Granger, I’d advise you to not give me ‘fuck-me’ eyes during class.’ He nodded. ‘It’s a bit of a distraction to everyone else.’

Your eyes felt like they had popped out of your eye sockets. Your grip tightened around your book not knowing what to do. You were about to leave but it felt like someone was playing around with you like a marionette doll.

He looked at you with lust in his eyes, jaw clenched, inches away from you, nostrils picking up the scent of his cologne.

Seconds later the gap was closed. His hands cupped your face as his lips crashed into yours, lips plump and smooth against your own. Shelby’s arms found themselves to your back, pulling you closer than was possible—you wanted to be closer to him.

Your hands had found his hair that you had secretly been dreaming of tugging on since the moment you saw him in Diagon Alley.

You parted your lips, urging him to open his, moaning into his mouth. Dragging his lips against your cheek up to your ear, his hand found your face, his thumb pulling down your bottom lip.

‘And for the eye-fucking, Miss Granger,’

Your eyes found his; chest rising and falling heavily waiting for him to finish his sentence.

‘I’m just as guilty of that.’ Professor Shelby smirked, pulling you in for one more heated kiss before he pulled away. His breath sent shivers down your spine, raising goosebumps on every available patch of skin that was naked to the open.

Suddenly you felt two fingers mark their touch at your ear, tracing down to your chest.Your nipples poked through the light fabric, earning a chuckle.

‘You’ve been wanting this haven’t you,’ Professor Shelby muttered. ‘So so eager for me to touch you.’

Your breathing hitched. You couldn’t believe what was happening.

Was this truly your reality? Was this actually happening? Were you about to sleep with your Professor?

Professor Shelby stood in front of you again, raising his hand to your head, softly caressing your cheeks. ‘God, you’re so beautiful.’ His thumb inched over your lips, softly touching them. His stare was intense. You knew what he wanted. It was as if a hunter was looking at its prey.

You looked up through your eyelashes to catch a glimpse of his face. Looking up, his thumb pulled down your bottom lip. Your hands were clamped to your side, too awkward to move.

He pushed his thumb into your mouth, slightly catching you off guard.

‘Suck.’

Harsh words left his pursed lips.

Parting your lips, you started to suck on his digit like he ordered. Curious to see his reaction, you stared into his eyes, immediately knowing he was enjoying this view.

‘I didn’t know you were such a horny little thing, let alone for me.’ He finally snickered, pulling his finger out.

‘Do you want this?’ He raised an eyebrow at you. ‘I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.’

‘I—I want this.’ You breathed heavily.

Professor Shelby cupped your face and forcefully kissed you again. Your arms found their way to his neck, to make sure you wouldn’t fall from the force he was impacting you with. His arms were around your lower back, pulling you towards his body.

Suddenly he broke the kiss and stared down at you before muttering a cold, ‘Undress.’ And you did;

You pulled your shirt over your head, exposing your bare chest before you took off your jeans and underwear.

‘God, you are so beautiful.’ He stepped towards you, lowering his head to your chest. Shivers went down your spine when Professor Shelby’s tongue made contact with your hard nipple, gently blowing onto it. His tongue glided on the outskirts of your areola. His right hand found its way to your other breast, massaging it thoroughly and pinching your hardened nipple from time to time. You hissed at the pleasure you were receiving, not ever having experienced anything like this. His teeth found their way to your nipple gently nibbling, before playing with it again.

A moan escaped your mouth making him stop. You could feel your cheeks glow red from embarrassment.

‘You like this don’t you?’

You nodded.

‘You like the way I touch you?’

You nodded again, feeling his hand make its way down to your cunt.

‘Can I?’ He asked for approval, not sure if you really wanted this.

‘Yes.’ You breathed out.

His finger went along your slit, earning a twitch from your body, that was very touch deprived. He parted your lips with his index and middle finger and started to explore your already wet pussy.

‘We haven’t even started and you're soaked? Just for me,’ he chuckled. ‘Are you wet for me?’

You closed your eyes and turned to the side, not being able to answer him.

‘Hey…,’ he softly said, turning your head back to him. ‘Answer my question.’

‘Yes.’

‘Yes, what?’

‘Yes, I am wet for you.’

‘That’s it. You’re this wet only for me.’ He pushed his fingers inside of me, making you arch your back.

‘Does this feel good? Do you like your fingers inside of your wet cunt.’ Professor Shelby mumbled into your stomach.

‘Yes, yes it feels s-so good.’ You moaned.

His lips kept him busy at your neck and collar, leaving dark marks. He began to pump his fingers out of you slowly, too slow for your liking. Your hands grasped his wrist, nails digging into his skin, asking for more.

‘Not satisfied darling?’ He cocked at you in a way like never before. But you could only think of the pleasure you were receiving, and whimpered out a no. You barely had time to take another breath before he picked you up, sat you on his desk, and attached his mouth to your aching cunt.

‘Fuck!’ You yelled out, grabbing a fistful of his dark hair. A deep moan escaped his lips, sending vibrations through your body. He added another finger going even faster than his previous pace, curling his fingers, hitting your spot perfectly, making you lose it.

He continued to pump his fingers in and out of you, making you cry out in euphoria. With every forceful hit you felt your orgasm draw nearer and nearer. It felt like a knot inside of your stomach was going to explode any second and Professor Shelby noticed this.

Just before you could release your screams, he pulled out his digits and grinned. But before you could argue with him, he re-attached his mouth to your clit and started to swirl his tongue in every direction possible, gathering more moans that left your lips.

This was a feeling you had never experienced before. Your hands were grasping his hair, whilst your toes were crinkling and your back was arched.

‘Please make me cum,’ You whimpered out desperately.

Professor Shelby’s hand shot up and grabbed your neck, forcing you to look at him. He put slightpressure onto your throat. The second he held your jaw you shut up. It wasn’t uncomfortable. You like it.

‘What did you just say to me?’

‘Can you please make me cum.’

‘From the moment you let me touch that wet little cunt of yours, you were mine. My girl. So I get to decide when you cum. Understood?’ He growled.

He was anything but a nice teacher in private. He was like a beast, but you liked this side of him, you couldn’t lie.

You nodded, signaling you understood.

‘Speak up when I ask you a question, darling.’ He got up on his feet and towered over you, dark eyes staring into your soul.

‘Yes Professor, I understand.’

Taking a huge gulp, you watched him take off his pants and jumper. His chest swelled with air as he trailed his finger down to the base of his cock, twitching under his own touch. Your breath hitched, trying to get as much oxygen into your lungs as I you watched him come towards you. His hand stroked over his hardened shaft, collecting a small speck of pre cum.

‘On your knees.’ He commanded, and like a well trained dog you obliged. He grabbed your jaw, thumb gently rubbing over your lips. You were at eye level with his cock and he was bigger than expected.

‘There we go.’

‘Do you want this?’ He asked.

‘Yes’ You answered very quickly, feeling your cheeks heat up.

‘What did I just say?’

‘Yes, Professor, I want your cock.’ You corrected yourself.

Growling, he pushed the head of the shaft past your lips, hitting the back of your throat. Professor Shelby tangled his fingers into your messy hair, eager to push in deeper. You swallowed around his throbbing member, earning a huffed moan.

‘You like that don’t you,’ he thrusted in and out of your aching mouth. ‘You like the feeling of my cock down your throat.’

You nodded, not being able to speak, but he didn’t like your non verbal communication. He pulled out his cock giving you time to breathe.

‘I said, don’t you?’

‘Yes Professor, yes! I love being used for your cock.’ You gasped out for air, before he slid back inside of you.

You pressed your tongue against his shaft trying to satisfy him. Your cunt was throbbing with lust. After dreaming of Professor Shelby for longer than you should have, you were now taking his cock in what felt like every hole.

‘So, so eager for me, aren’t you?’ He groaned.

His hands found their way to your hair, pulling your head back, allowing him further access to your throat. A mixture of tears, saliva and cum were streaming down your face, but he didn’t seem to mind, deep groans continuing to escape his deep-pink lips.

‘Such a nasty whore. Look at you. Pathetic.’ He glanced down, staring into your eyes. ‘You look so good taking your cock. Maybe this will teach you to not give your professor fuck-me-eyes.’

A pool of cum was now dripping below you. You couldn’t help it, you was so turned on. You needed him. Before you could register, your head was yanked up by your hair.

‘Look at me,’

Your eyes shot up and stared into his.

‘Fuck, fuck, fuck.’ He moaned loudly before releasing into your mouth, slowly pulling his cock out of your aching mouth.

‘Swallow like the good little girl you are.’ Professor Shelby ordered.

You swallowed his load, which tasted bitter and sweet, with a hint of saltiness. You opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue, showing him that you obeyed.

‘What a good little fuck toy you are.’ He smirked at you before ordering you to lay back on the desk.

‘Do you deserve to cum?’ He asked

‘Please Professor, please let me cum.’ You begged him, ‘I need to cum.’

Professor Shelby laughed, tracing his fingers along his cock. ‘And what will you do if I let you cum?’ He snickered, clearly finding the sight of you amusing.

‘Anything!’ You cried out, realising how bad you needed him.

‘So desperate for me.’ He trailed on. ‘Lets see if I can make an excuse.’

He climbed on top of you and moved to your neck where he started placing wet, sloppy kisses below your earlobe. His tongue drew down to your stomach.

You were speechless. Beginning to become annoyed you breathed out, ‘Just make me cum!’

Immediately regretting your words, your eyes shot wide as he stopped and retrieved his head from your stomach.

‘Watch that filthy little mouth of yours or do I have to fuck it again.’ His thumb swiped over your lips, his bright blue eyes coming in closer. Despite him saying all those dirty words they were spoken more softly than someone would think if you retold this story. It felt nice…good.

Thomas’ lips brushed against yours, soft, yet rough, like you were the air he breathed. You could only focus on how soft he felt against your mouth, how addictively he invaded all your senses. He kissed you long enough that he could inhale your breath, feel the warmth of your skin, and the taste of your chapstick that would linger far after you had gone. His lips were soft like butter and his tongue as wet as the pool that started to grow between your legs.

‘Now tell me, what do you want me to do?’ He pulled away from you, watching your eyes trail to his cock.

‘I want you to fuck me.’, You said, not being able to withstand it anymore. ‘I need you.’

‘Of course you want me to, darling.’ He pumped his shaft faster, groaning.

Professor Shelby brushed the tip of his cock against your opening, teasing you. You wanted to roll your eyes and swear at him, but you couldn’t. Instead you bucked your hips forward, trying to give him a better reach.

He grinned, placing his knee between your legs, before thrusting into your core, making you yelp out.

‘Fuck!’ You shakily whispered. That one thrust was able to stretch out your wet cunt.

Your face was held in his hand, making you look at him again.

‘God.’ He whispered. ‘Your moans are the prettiest sounds I have ever heard.’

You moaned in response. He felt too good.

‘All I can think about in class is you. Everything you do drives me crazy.’ He continued to pump in and out of you, moans muffling into his chest. The room filled with the loud slaps of your bodies colliding. ‘Every second you’re not near me I feel myself craving for you’

You grabbed him bis his face and pulled him in for another kiss.

‘You’re so fucking tight.’ He grunted into your neck, his hot breath raising goosebumps on your skin. ‘It’s like you were made to make your cock. Look at you, taking your cock like the good little girl you are.’

Those words felt like fireworks started exploding inside of you.

‘Come on.’ He slapped against your skin. ‘Come.’

You cried out in ecstasy, as he pulled you into a climax, sending your body over the edge. He kept on thrusting, overstimulating you, until moments later, he reached his high as well, and filled you up with his cum.

Professor Shelby slid his cock out of you and stared down at the sight of you.

Panting, you laid on the desk not being able to move.

‘Such a good girl.’ He said, as he slid two fingers up your throbbing cunt, collecting your juices. ‘Taste yourself.’

As he commanded, you opened your mouth, letting the fingers slide into your mouth, tongue wrapping around his digits, sucking off all your cum.

‘Such a pretty girl.’

He pulled away from your exhausted body and walked around the desk.

There you were, laying on his desk. Broken and bruised, just like he wanted. You would lie if this didn’t make you realise your feelings for the Professor.

He walked back in front of you holding a small wet towel. ‘Can you sit up?’ He asked deep and soft.

You placed your hands beside your lower back and tried to prop yourself up but your body was a little too weak.

Professor Shelby noticed and placed one of his hands behind your back and brought you to the edge of the desk.

He took the towel and started to clean around your mouth, collecting a mixture of cum and blood. You held your breath not knowing how to react and because of the stinging pain he had caused. Professor Shelby brought the fabric down to your chest and cunt, wiping up all the excess liquids. Once he was done he grabbed your clothes off the floor and told you to get dressed.

‘It’s late, Miss Granger.’ He said looking at the clock. ‘Be careful on your way back. It’s past 10.’

You nodded quickly gathering your things and walking towards the exit.

‘Good night, Professor.’

‘Until next time.’ Professor Shelby said nonchalantly.

Next time.

You nodded, giving him one last smile before stepping into the hallway. You thought about the experience you just had with him. Your body was certainly sensing it. The man that eye-fucked you at the store turned out to be your teacher, and fucked you he definitely did.

BONUS SCENCE

‘Now, since I’m no longer your teacher, I feel no guilt whatsoever for you to know that I love you more than I ever loved anyone. And I will always love you.’ Thomas’ hand cupped your face, his eyes reflecting his heart’s desire. ‘We will no longer hide. I want to be seen with you. I want to kiss you whenever I want to. Hold your hand whilst we walk through the streets.’

‘I love you,’ you leaned into his shoulder, your grip on his hand growing tighter. ‘I’ll love you until my last breath.’

‘Good,’ he smiled down at you. ‘Because I don’t plan to stop loving you until I cease to exist.’

#peaky blinders #tommy shelby #tommy shelby imagine #peaky blinder imagine #period drama #tommy shelby x reader #tommy shelby headcanon #tommy shelby blurb #tommy shelby fluff #tommy shelby x you #tommy shelby imagines #michael gray #tommy shelby angst #tommy shelby smut #john shelby #tommy shelby blurbs #arthur shelby #tommy shelby headcanons #tommy shelby x y/n #polly gray #thomas shelby x y/n #thomas shelby x reader #thomas shelby x you #thomas shelby imagine #thomas shelby fanfic #thomas shelby fluff #thomas shelby smut #thomas shelby angst #peaky blinders x hogwarts #thomas shelby headcanon

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Mind Over Matter (Outpost!Michael x Reader)

Blurb: Michael has never had the chance to fuck anyone. He’s never found it appealing, even though he knows he is sexually attractive to pretty much anyone he encounters.  Now that he’s in the outpost and has everyone there under his control, he starts to get a few ideas about Y/N, a human gray. Maybe he could be putting her to better uses than scrubbing floors.

Warnings: smut, masturbation, spooky ooky kooky mind control (so slightly non-con??), degradation, sadism, mentions of death

Sex had never been something Michael got to experience, not that he had ever really wanted to. He never thought about sex very much. Of course, plenty of men and women had offered themselves to him. He knew what people were thinking when they stared at him, the lust in their eyes was hardly difficult to decipher. Perhaps the fact he knew he could have it any time made it seem common and uninteresting. He could never grasp why sex seemed to make the world go round for humans.

This all changed after he moved into Outpost three, where he ruled over every other being there. That power he felt when someone did his bidding, obeyed each command, quivered before him since they knew the repercussions of going against his word turned him on. He finally found himself regularly getting hard just thinking about people doing what he wanted them to do or fearing his wrath. Every time he stood in his black tiled shower, fisting his cock whilst steaming water battered his back, he came to the thought of someone whimpering below him, completely under his command. Finally, sex made sense to him; it was all about power. And what he wanted now was someone to exercise complete power over.

Out of all the people who he had decided to allow into the outpost with him, only one of them seemed to be suitable for his purpose. Y/N was a gray who was quiet and nervous. He could practically smell the anxiety radiating off her whenever they crossed paths. She was nothing but a mere human being, someone who he could destroy with a snap of his fingers. The way she never met his eye and shrank away whenever he looked her direction made him smile to himself. She was so docile and obedient, not just to him but to whomever commanded her, even the purples who she didn’t owe respect or obedience. She was, in Michael’s eyes, built for subservience. Built for being overpowered.

That’s why he decided he was going to use her for more than just scrubbing the floors of the outpost.

***

You were on your hands and knees, scrubbing the stone floor with a stiff bristled old brush. Your back was beginning to ache, as were your forearms and shoulders. This manual labour was a far cry from your old life, which you were now realising was a lot cushier than you first thought. In the outpost, you spent nearly every waking moment cleaning or washing clothes without the aid of electrical appliances. Even if sleeping could have been escape from the misery of your new monotonous life, you scarcely got any. Your pre-existing insomnia had gotten worse as your bed was a thin and hard mattress paired with some flea-bitten old blankets. Your nights were spent staring at the ceiling, not sure whether to be grateful you weren’t dead in the nuclear waste land outside or be angry that you were going to be worked to the bone here despite surviving the fucking apocalypse. 

You were so lost in your own thoughts and the rhythmic repetitive movement of the brush that you didn’t hear the footsteps behind you. Michael stood, leaning against the wall nonchalantly, watching your hunched figure scrub the floor. He focused on picturing the body under the grubby pinafore, especially as you were unknowingly presenting your ass to him. If he cleared his throat, he bet you would twitch and turn to face him, fear in your E/C eyes, ready to obey whatever words he said.

That, however, would be too easy, too obvious, and too boring. No, Michael wanted something better than that. Mind control of humans, he had found, was very very easy. Right now, he could hear your thoughts. All he needed to do was tap into that stream of consciousness and command your mind or body. Without moving a finger, he made one of your hands move away from the brush and between your thighs. Gently, your fingers brushed against the cotton of your panties, rubbing your clit which hadn’t seen much attention in the past few weeks. 

Dammit, why do I feel turned on right now? I guess no one will see me. Plus, only sex is punishable here, they didn’t say anything about masturbating.

Michael smirked to himself. Your human brain was justifying the actions he was controlling. Your fingers moved quicker, rubbing tight circles on your clit, making a little bit of wetness dampen your panties. Soon, he commanded your fingers to push your panties aside and press into your wet cunt. A soft whimper came from your mouth as you found yourself fingering yourself, biting your lip to prevent yourself from making too much sound. you had no idea why you were touching yourself or why you suddenly felt so horny, but it had hit you like a wave. A moan escaped your lips as you pressed two fingers inside yourself, your fingertips tickling your G-spot. 

Michael’s cock twitched at the sound of your moan. You looked so pathetic and helpless, completely at the mercy at whatever he wanted you to do. Best part was that you didn’t even know it was him doing it. He watched you fuck yourself with your fingers, your moans muffled by your other hand as you attempted to silence yourself. Finally, he decided he was finished toying with you for day. His curiosity and desires were satisfied, his cock was hard and in need of release, and he now knew how easy it was to control you. He transmuted himself back to his room, wasting no time in pulling out his hardened and dripping length. He thrusted into his hand, picturing you on all fours, his length stretching your tight twat and you moaning and begging him to fill your desperate hole. With a deep groan, he came into his hand, shuddering with the intensity of his orgasm.

***

Your eyes snapped open. Stirring from your bed, you found your legs moving without you even deciding to move. Your body was carrying you away without your permission. You tried to stop but you kept on moving, ascending the stairs leading up from the gray quarters. All along the darkened corridors you walked, although you didn’t know where you were walking. Panic set in as you couldn’t regain control over your body, as much as you tried to grab onto the smooth stone walls to stop your relentless pace. Your body rushed past several dark doorways, coming to stop outside the only one with candles lit outside. 

“Oh fuck.” You whispered to yourself, recognising who’s door you were currently stood outside. 

Before you could even form the words ‘Michael Langdon’ in your mind, your hand was on the handle and sliding the door open. The room, however, was empty. You sighed in relief, thankful that you weren’t face to face with an enraged Michael, who would undoubtedly kill you for entering his room so boldly. Your body marched you into his room, taking no notice of your mental protests. 

The door you had left open slammed shut with a bang that made you jump. You wanted to turn around to see who or what had closed the door, but your feet had rooted themselves to the stone floor.

“May I ask why you are in my room, gray?” asked Michael in his seductive drawl, taking agonisingly slow steps towards you as you stood, quivering like a cornered animal, unable to flee or face him.

“I-I am sorry, sir. I will leave immediately.” You squeaked out, feeling like you were being choked. You felt his form loom over you from behind.

“Then leave. Get out of my sight before I decide to do something worse than ask Miss Venable to double your workload for the next four weeks.” He commanded, although the anger in his voice seemed dulled down, not quite as threatening as it usually was. It sounded almost fake, like he was putting it on.

You didn’t want to risk misinterpreting his anger, however. You tried to move your body in the direction of the door but your legs moved in the opposite direction, walking you to the large bed in the centre of the room. You sat, spreading your legs. Your left hand began to creep towards your panties.

“No! No, stop!” You said aloud, grabbing your left wrist and trying to wrench it away. It was no use, as whatever it was that was moving your body for you was far more powerful than you. Defeated, you let your fingers caress the lips of your pussy through your cotton panties.

“You are a filthy human, touching yourself in my presence!” Michael seethed, looking annoyed by your display but also staring intently at the way your fingers moved against the fabric and how the lips of your cunt were stuck to it, already creating a damp patch.

“I don’t mean to; I don’t know has come over me!” You wailed, both frightened and frustrated with whatever was going on with your body. Your fingers kept on stroking your cunt, beginning to move more fervently.

Michael could feel blood rush to his cock. The panic on your face and your confusion over what had caused your body to cease to be under your control enthralled him. You were merciless to his power as he made you yank your panties off and begin fucking yourself. You alternated between moaning and crying, as your body was aroused whilst you were terrified of what Michael was going to do to you for touching yourself in front of him. Tears dripped off your face, wetting your cotton night dress and making it become translucent. To Michael, you were a picture of powerlessness which only made his length harden more, making his black slacks uncomfortably tight.  

As fun as it was to watch you finger-fuck yourself whilst begging him to forgive you, Michael decided to reveal who was controlling your body. After all, he couldn’t have your crying waking everyone up and interrupting his fun.

“Y/N, do you have any idea why you cannot control yourself?” He asked, his voice calm yet cruel.

“No-no, I’m sorry, sir, I don’t know why I’m doing this. I don’t mean to I just c-cant stop.” You said hopelessly, feeling yourself blush as you looked up at him staring at you hungrily. Of course, you thought he was very attractive, you’d have to be blind not to, but that didn’t lessen the embarrassment of having him watch you touch yourself like a horny teenager. 

Your fingers went limp. Your whole body went slack, and you fell backwards onto the bed. Whatever force had been contorting your body had ceased. Pushing yourself up onto your elbows, you looked at Michael who was smirking, a look of smug delight on his face. It finally clicked.

He had been controlling your body. 

Not just tonight, but that time when you had begun touching yourself when scrubbing the floor. All sense of fear left you as you glared at his smug face. Michael began laughing, amused by your rage at how he has completely violated you by using your body for his entertainment.

“You…you fucking asshole!” You hissed, so furious you couldn’t even raise your voice. “How dare you do that to me!”

“You’re forgetting that I saved you from perishing out there. By all rights, you belong to me, I can do what I please with you.” Michael stretched out a hand toward you. Your body was flung back up towards the headboard. He was above you in an instant, his honey blonde hair falling about you, blocking the rest of the room from view. 

“You’re nothing but a little fuck toy for me to experiment with. Don’t you think it’s a little ridiculous that the son of Satan has never indulged in lust? I think it’s high time I changed that, fulfil my role, and you can fulfil yours.” He purred, leaning down so his lips brushed yours as he spoke.

So, this was all about the fact Michael Langdon, the fucking antichrist, has never had sex? Or hadn’t had enough sex (in his eyes anyway)? Maybe if he had just asked you, you would have willingly obliged to fuck him. Something told you it wasn’t just sex he wanted out of this.

You didn’t have much of a chance to ponder on this as Michael drew himself back from you and your body rolled itself over without you wanting to. The cotton nightdress that had scarcely concealed your body was removed and thrown to the floor. Your knees propped your ass up and your face pressed itself against the bed. There was denying that now that you knew it was Michael controlling your body, you felt a lot calmer about this whole ordeal. Many nights you had touched yourself, imagining how it would feel to have him fucking you into the mattress or gripping your hips as you rode him. Now that fantasy was becoming reality, you felt your pussy twitch in anticipation, very much of your own accord. His hands caressed your waist, trailing over the contours of your hip and ass. He dipped his thumb into your cunt as if he was testing you out.

“Tell me how bad you want it. Tell me how much you want me to use you.” He commanded, undoing his belt then removing his shirt and slacks.

“I want your cock to split me in two, sir. I’ve wanted it all along.” You felt embarrassed saying these kinds of things. It felt like a lifetime ago that you and your boyfriend Jim had whispered filthy things to each other on the phone at night. You felt a twang of pain at the memory of your now (most likely) dead boyfriend.

“Go on. Are you going to be my little toy for tonight?” He prompted, snapping you out of your reminiscing.

 “I’ll be your toy, sir. You can use me all night long.” You said, unsure whether you were actually saying these things out of true desire or whether it was out of desperation to feel some form of intimacy after so many months spent alone and without physical contact of any kind.

Michael’s response to your answer was to enter you without warning, using your slick as lube. His hand gripped your hip as he pressed into you going deeper and deeper, as if his cock was bottomless. You groaned into the mattress as your walls stretched around his impressive length. He wasted no time, starting to thrust in and out of your slick cunt, savouring the tightness and silky flesh. It felt vastly more pleasurable than how his hand felt. In fact, it was the greatest indulgence in pleasure he had ever felt. Now he understood why lust was one of the seven deadly sins because the feeling of your cunt sucking him in, twitching around him, and your whimpers of sheer gratification was anything but holy.

Unable to move, you were trapped beneath Michael as he pounded into you, his balls slapping your clit as he ravaged your body. You hated to admit it but this was the best sex you had ever had. Feeling helpless beneath this beauty of a man, being totally used by him for his selfish pleasure was undeniably arousing, as evidenced by how your own slick was beginning to drip onto the black sheets. Even better was the noises Michael was making; he certainly wasn’t shy about moaning and gasping as he explored how far he could push his cock into you. Considering he was technically a virgin, you felt almost honoured to be making him curse and groan whenever he felt you tighten around him. The pressure in your lower stomach was getting too much to bare as you felt your orgasm creep closer with every deep thrust.

The familiar sensation in his cock told Michael he was close to cumming. He was annoyed that he didn’t last longer but your pussy and cute whimpers as you came close to your own orgasm were so much better than his hand and his imagination. Pulling out, he seamlessly made you flip onto your back, legs spread. 

“I want to see your face when I make you cum all down my cock. You’ve been such a good little toy for me, Y/N.”  Michael said, lining himself up with your pussy.

You hated that him calling you by your name made you feel a little bit….loved? You knew he saw you as nothing more than a hole to fill, but after the heartbreak of losing Jim and having no one ever call you by your name anymore, to hear it whispered in a low and lustful tone stirred tenderness within you. Not to mention that the praise he gave you made you feel a little less invisible and a bit more appreciated, even if it was only for his pleasure.

Michael entered you again, moaning at your soft insides wrapping around his cock. He placed a hand on your lower stomach, pressing down gently. You felt your insides contract into an immediate orgasm, your hands grabbing the sheets, your mouth hanging open in shock and bliss. But the orgasm didn’t crest and fall, it just kept going and going, like you were suspended at the peak. Michael bottomed out before thrusting back into your spasming cunt, enjoying how shocked you looked at the unnatural orgasm he was giving you. You were truly under his command, completely within his control and at his disposal. With one last thrust, he came, shooting his load into your awaiting womb. He removed his hand from your stomach, allowing you to come down from your orgasm and fall back against the pillows. 

You felt utterly used; your pussy was full of Michael’s seed and you were dizzy from the sheer level the orgasm had brought you to. It wasn’t something a body was meant to endure and sure enough you were feeling it. Michael pulled out of you, panting from exertion. He had got what he wanted, and it had lived up to his fantasies. You had submitted under him, powerless and under his control. Seeing how pliable your weak human body was and how easy it was to send you into a frenzy of pleasure had converted to him to the idea that sex was something he wanted. Considering he could just make you walk up here whenever he wanted, he was certain that he would have you in here every night.

You went to get up, relieved to feel that your body was once again under your control rather than Michael’s, who looked to be in a daze. Retrieving your nightdress from the floor, you pulled it back on, guessing that now that Michael was finished with you, you were once again just another servant under his command. You snuck out the sliding door, walking back through the silent and dark hallways, trying not to think about what just happened to you.

You didn’t know if you wanted it to happen again or wanted it all to be stored away in your mind as just a terrible nightmare that was never part of reality. 

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character/story inspiration tag

rules: write up a blurb or make a visual collage of the people or characters (from books, TV shows, movies, etc.) that inspired your story and/or OC, either visually, personality wise, or just a general vibe

Snatched from @wavvi Tagging @crimewriter/@neonoirland, @digital-deluxe, @havemercymusic, @joannebernice, @armoricaroyalty, @swiftviolets and if you have a story consider yourself tagged!

So because I can't update Sink or Swim like I want to, I decided to whip this up.

For Rosaria

Starting from the left side, we have the actress Marisa Abela who originally served as a means of inspiration for Rosaria’s facial features. Peggy Olson from Mad Men, Retsuko from Aggretsuko, and the movie Secretary.

On the right side we have lyrics from the song "Bad Girls" by Tennis, American Crime Story: Impeachment, Andrea Sachs from The Devil Wears Prada, Waylon Smithers from The Simpsons and the film Funny Girl. I watched Secretary before writing Sink or Swim because I knew it had the tone I wanted with its lead character essentially having a 'sexual awakening' through her boss. A narrative element that connects Aggretsuko and Secretary, beyond its office setting, is how its lead female characters find themselves in relationships with subpar men (sorry to any Haida fans, but that relationship wasn't developed well) which represents how Rosaria began Sink or Swim in a relationship with Ben. Something that connects Secretary, Funny Girl, and The Devil Wears Prada is how its female protagonist undergoes a transformation in terms of presenting herself through the attire she wears. Additionally, in the case of Funny Girl, I took inspiration in how Barbra Streisand's character defied idealized female beauty standards. Fanny Brice found a role at the Follie’s for her comedy, not her appearance, but as she accumulates wealth we see her become a glamorous woman who gains the attention of a traditionally handsome gambler. Beyond portraying a deeply inappropriate workplace relationship, Impeachment provided me a lot of inspiration in how her voice should sound and the various ways she wears her hair.

FOR PIETRO

Starting from the left side, we have Mad Men, The Sopranos, Henry Tomasino of Mafia II, and Michael De Santa of GTA V. On the right side we have lyrics from “Count Me Out” by Kendrick Lamar, Benny of Fallout New Vegas, Hades from Lore Olympus, and the musical Company.

Video games played a bigger role in Pietro's characterization than I realized. Benny was my first source of inspiration from Pietro, as he is the protege of a powerful man (Mr. House) who has ambitions of his own. I always felt Benny was someone who felt he could do better and be better than the man he followed. This is exactly how we'll eventually come to see Pietro's dynamic with Raphael whereas Henry Tomasino is a character I modeled Pietro's voice on and Michael De Santa? Well, when it came to dressing Pietro I always think about the clothes that are available for his character to wear. I checked out Lore Olympus before writing Sink or Swim because I wasn't sure how I wanted to characterize Pietro when it came to his relationship with Rosaria. He isn't necessarily like the boss from Secretary, he isn't Christian Gray, and while I saw LO had its critics I wanted to look over the comic and see what worked or, if there was anything I liked about Hades' characterization that could be incorporated into Pietro. Turns out there were a few things (relationship issues, therapy, a soft spot for dogs). On the subject of therapy, Pietro's sessions with Dr. Bracco are inspired by Tony's reoccurring sessions with Dr. Melfi in The Sopranos. I liked how they provided a gateway into what Tony's character is thinking, and I also thought it would be the best for readers to get to know Pietro, a quiet, vague guy, that way, but Mad Men was ultimately more of a inspiration for Pietro than Sopranos was. Inspiration from the musical Company would come a little later once I decided that Pietro was a guy with relationship troubles as the musical depicts a stable, successful man who is seemingly fine with being alone, but actually craves to receive romance and 'be alive.'

#sink or swim extras #oc: pietro #oc: rosaria

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What song/genre of music do you think of when you imagine the bachelor/ettes? If there was a specific artist or band for Sam, who do you think they'd be?

Oooh—I actually have thought about this! I have a playlist just for when I'm writing blurbs about the stardew valley characters, and no I don't care if any of these are predictable because I think they're accurate lmfao.

Sam

2014 Five Seconds of Summer, Shawn Mendes, and Why Don't We. His general vibe is young, reckless love. If there's a specific song in mind, I think of him as a mix between 5sos' End Up Here, She Looks So Perfect, If I Can't Have You by Shawn, and Why Don't We's Fallin' (Adrenaline)

Seb

I think he's a mix between 5sos' Voodoo Doll, Troye Sivan's Strawberries and Cigarettes, Taylor Swift's Style, and the last 90-ish seconds of Sleep Token's The Summoning. Also Conan Gray's Overdrive. He's still young and reckless, but he's a little more subdued and all over the place.

Alex

One Directions' Steal My Girl, Shawn Mendes' Wonder, and Harry Styles' Watermelon Sugar. Even though they're pretty heavy with gendered language, I have no issue imagining Alex with varying farmers while listening to these songs.

Elliott

His love definitely swerves more toward obsession and worship, so anything by Hozier, no question about it. But also Can't Take My Eyes Off You by Frank Valli is heavy Elliott energy.

Shane

Everybody Wants You by Johnny Orlando, Someone To You by BANNERS, DogBird by Madds Buckley, and Lauv's I Like Me Better. Like Seb, Shane's pretty all over the place as well. Also he makes me cry ahaha. hm.

Harvey

Harvey gave me a little bit of trouble when I first started writing. I had to think about him quite a bit to land on a genre/song for him. Anyway, Ophelia by The Lumineers, Ready Now by dodie, and The Way You Look Tonight by Michael Bublé are all Harvey coded. END ME

Maru

In My Mind by Lyn Lapid, Bubble Gum by Clairo, and Space Girl by Frances Forever. I imagine her as a pretty inexperienced and romantically repressed character (I wonder why Demetrius) so all of these songs have a certain level of melancholy about them, which is very Maru for me.

Penny

She by dodie, Conan Gray's Heather, and Lonely by Noah Cyrus. Repressed, just like Maru, but for different reasons. Never had the opportunity to really live her life, you know? Lots of insecurities and feelings of inadequacy my poor babie nO but I usually only listen to those when I'm feeling a little down. You can trust that I don't always write angst for her, and when I don't, it's loooots of early Taylor Swift.

Haley

Sabrina Carpenter. That's it. lmao no i'm kidding Diamonds Are Forever, Nonsense, Looking At Me, and Girlfriend by Bea Miller. I love me a mean, confident lesbian, but she does soften up the more you get to know her, and I always listen to Isabel LaRosa's I'm Yours when I want to go that route with her. I also think of her when I listen to Dress by Charlotte Sands.

Abigail

Very punchy, "powerful woman" type songs. Namely UPSAHL's People I Don't Like, Beautiful is Boring by BONES UK, and American Horror Show by SNOW WIFE. She has opinions and she's going to let you know what she thinks—but make no mistake, she is a loyal and good person to her core. She's just got an attitude sometimes.

Leah

Cosmic Love by Florence + The Machines, Light My Love by Greta Van Fleet, and Constellations by The Oh Hellos. She's got a certain whimsy about her, but she's still a very grounded individual. She and Elliott have a similar vibe to each other, but where he's the smell of salty sea spray and plum juice dripping from your fingers, she's frayed picnic blankets and the smell of grass after it rains.

Emily

Now this might be controversial, but Señorita by Shawn Mendes and Camila Cabello is always gonna make me think of her. I'm Born To Run by American Authors, Enchanted by Taylor Swift (her version, obviously), are also both some of the easiest songs for me to think about her. She definitely believes in soulmates and fate, and probably makes jewelry or sews while thinking about you.

#stardew valley #sdv #stardew valley headcanons #maru #emily #leah #haley #penny #abigail #sammy #sebby #harvey #elliott #shane #alex #requests #asks #anon #song hcs #headcanons #this was a lot of fun! #thank you! #<3

[red-riding-wood]

If you guys could keep sending me angsty requests/prompts that I can write at 5 am when I can't sleep that would be amazing because I'm still going through some pretty bad shit at the moment.

I think anything too smutty though will wreck my 5 am brain so I'll probably take those requests again later. But I do have a couple of those requests that I still do fully intend to fulfill and one of them is started!

#peaky blinders #requests #fanfiction #peaky blinders fanfiction #tommy shelby #thomas shelby #alfie solomons #arthur shelby #john shelby #polly gray #michael gray #luca changretta #aberama gold #peaky blinders imagines #blurbs #oneshots

[anonymooseforever007]

WIP List :)

Hi y'all❤️ Here's a list of my current (long standing) WIPs if anyone's interested.❤️ *Note all my reader insert stories are written with the use of she/her for pronouns* KEY: (x) indicates romantic relationship --- (&) indicates platonic relationship --- (+) indicates character is mentioned but may not be physically present ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Ready and Waiting- Stuff that's finished but unpublished:

Ice Cream Scoops (John Shelby x Reader)-A brief introduction to how John Shelby and Y/N L/N met and why John ended up dying every pair of his older brothers' boxers pink because of it... (1.8k)

Lost (Platonic Morpheus & Child Reader)- A quick imagine I wrote when watching The Sandman a few months ago, about a child Morpheus meets during his captivity. (598)

When You Left (Michael Gray x Reader)- ⚠️⚠️There will be a number of possible warnings in this one so please read them⚠️⚠️ This story in the form of headcannons is about when Michael runs into a girl he loved back from his village. Even though it's been years since he's seen her, he still loves her and wants to try being with her again. But what he didn't know was what was happened after he left.... (3.3k)

Remember Last Time (Alfie Solomons x Reader)- An interlude during Ring Around the Roses: On the way home from Tommy's party, Alfie's question to his wife inadvertently brings up a memory they'd both forgotten. And while Y/N can't stop laughing, Alfie is left to question all his life choices ... again... (1.4k)

Note: I don't put my little "hey what do y'all think about this" blurbs on here so there are usually a few of those in my drafts too.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ In The Works- Ideas that aren't complete but I have started writing (I.E: what I'm likely stuck on like super glue):

CATastrophe (Alfie Solomons x Reader)- Alfie said the kitten could stay on ONE condition: It couldn't make a mess of anything. And you promised him that the cute little fur ball wouldn't even dream of spilling a drop of milk.... Unfortunately, the kitten made no such promises....

The History of Herstory (Alfie Solomons x Reader)- Technically a prelude to His Aunt's Stories, but this could be read as a stand alone about how a pre-war Alfie met his wife and why it wasn't love at first sight.

The "Hor" Man (Tommy Shelby x Reader & OC Child)- When a small boy takes his hand and asks for help getting home, the big brother in Tommy can't help but emerge. The only problem is the child already expects Tommy to know his address... even when Tom's never see this kid a day in his life.

Something New (Finn Shelby x Reader)- When looking for a surprise, Finn remembers the first time he meet his girl so many years ago. My favourite Finn mini trope where he falls for the person who teaches him to read.... After he embarrasses himself of course.

Glasses and Glasses (Finn Shelby x Reader)- After a fearsome storm forced the Shelby family back to their old betting shop on Watery Lane one morning, they are surprised to see someone who is absolutely not Finn comes down the stairs. The only question is.... it's been ten minutes, why hasn't she seen them yet?

Witness Protection (Alfie Solomons x Reader)- (POSSIBLY HEADCANNONS?) After seeing a crime that was not in fact his fault, Alfie's now stuck under the “protection” of the most infuriatingly positive "copper" London has, and no matter what he does, he can’t seem to get rid of her.

Try My Drink (Finn Shelby x Reader)- Having dated in secret for a few months now, the truth may all be revealed when Y/N's friends notice something odd about her drink...it is her drink right? Or is is someone else's too?... (if you notice a similar scene in "Thinking of You, I Live, that's because I wrote the idea here first and liked it so much I added it in there w/ a few changes....and forgot to finish this....but hey! GO RECYCLING!!!♻️

Daydreaming of Us (Alfie Solomons x Reader)- The Second Part of "Man of My Dreams" where Y/N once again begrudgingly finds herself face to face with her "True Love". Only this time it's on his terf...But it's ok because she's getting married soon and Alfie will be in the past.....At least thats what Tommy claims...

Take My Photo (Finn Shelby x Reader)- Last week Y/N and Finn went to get their photo taken by a professional photographer. There wasn't any specific reason for it. Finn just said he'd like a nice photo of them both for the apartment. But when they get the pictures back, Y/N sees something she didn't notice before....

Three Letter Story (Probably Finn Shelby x Reader, maybe Bonnie, Isaiah, or Michael too)- A intricate 3 part series I forgot I fully planned out a year ago about a love filled relationship that evolves over the course of WWII. It's set to be told over the course of three different letters from different young soldiers witnessing the event. Full of hidden messages and double meanings, you should know how this story ends by the time the last letter begins. (I wish I hadn't forgotten about this one, I'm super excited about it there's a rhyme and everything)

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On Deck- Things I haven't stared writing but I have a desire to make and want to start next once I get it out of my brain:

Finding the Finn in Funeral (Finn Shelby x Reader & Shelby Family)- Well, the Garrison Blew up again. And unfortunately it wasn't empty this time. The youngest Shelby was caught in the blast and has been blown to bits .....Though in a typical Shelby manner, no one told him.

Like A Good Neighbour (Bob Floyd x Reader & Jake Seresin)- A second look into the life of Y/N Floyd, set after she surprises her husband. After injuring herself on a run, Y/N is luckily saved by one very helpful neighbor. And while waiting for her husband, she may learn a few new things about the khakied crusader. (In which I finally find an excuse to make more insurance puns :D...)

The Final Chapter (Alfie Solomons & Arthur Shelby + Reader)- The concluding bit after His Aunt's Stories where the truth comes to light for everyone... And it's finally time for a beloved story to end.

Help Wanted (Finn Shelby & Reader + Alfie Solomons)- Another snippet into the relationship of Finn and Alfie's Step Daughter. This one will be about how they first met and how they became a friends before it was something else.

He Pasta Way (Luca Changretta x Reader & OC children)- Luca has mixed emotions upon seeing the present his children just made for him. Sure he loves them, but did his wife really have to give the good pasta for their crafts?

I Changed My Mind (Alfie Solomons x Reader)- The second part of Ring Around the Roses, after Tommy receives at letter that Alfie isn't dead, Y/N is left with a choice to make....But which one will it be?

Rollin 'round the Bend (Tommy Shelby & Daughter Reader)- Part 7 of the My Girl series, where we see how similar to her father Y/N is when Kent invites the friend group to his family's farm. And on the way back to the university, Y/N finally steps foot in the streets she was born on again. Darling we've made it to Birmingham... maybe?

No Return (Address) (Finn Shelby x Reader & Shelby Family)- Like he did when John wanted to marry Lizzie, Tommy decides to put his brother's girl to the test. Only this time, it may be a lot harder to get this message across...

The Eyes of Love (Michael Gray x Reader)- Upon his return from New York (which was a completely voluntary trip) Michael is excited to introduce his love to his family and she's excited to meet them....But that doesn't mean they're prepared for every question thrown their way.

The Boxer Competition (Bonnie Gold x Reader)- Y/N is completely in love with Bonnie Gold. The only problem is....She hasn't ever spoken to him. She's seen him yes, quick glances across the pub and endless teasing from her friends, but that's never been enough for her to get over he nerves of actually speaking to the golden boy. Though with one simple announcement and a overly eager sister that may all change...

Untitled (Luca Changretta x Shelby!Reader)- After the disaster that began your "engagement" to the man, Luca still isn't sure why he's here and playing your silly little courting game (threat). He's not sure why he didn't let you win the first time and end the arrangement. He's not sure why someone setting such a bright dress has so many weapons. And he's not sure why it annoys him that you are so fixed on the movie before you. The actor isn't even than handsome, he meant talented, anyway...

*Note: I don't write or post these in any particular order. They just get done in whatever manner I can finish one first in. I sometimes jump around a lot when writing. A good number of the In the Works ones are over a year old and I got stuck on them or lost motivation at the time but I don't want to give up on them yet. I have no set time line for any of these either so.... I hope y'all enjoy some of them though, even if it's just a quick idea!*

UPDATED: July 8th, 2023

#Addy's WIPs #Addy's Queue

[movies-to-add-to-your-tbw]

Title: Dorian Gray

Rating: R

Director: Oliver Parker

Cast: Ben Barnes, Colin Firth, Rebecca Hall, Emilia Fox, Ben Chaplin, Fiona Shaw, Caroline Goodall, Maryam d'Abo, Douglas Henshall, Rachel Hurd-Wood, Max Irons, John Hollingworth, Pip Torrens, Michael Culkin, Nathan Rosen, Jeffrey Lipman Sr, Jo Woodcock

Release year: 2009

Genres: thriller, fantasy, drama

Blurb: Seduced into the decadent world of Lord Henry Wotton, handsome young aristocrat Dorian Gray becomes obsessed with maintaining his youthful appearance, and commissions a special portrait that will weather the winds of time while he remains forever young. When his obsession spirals out of control, his desperate attempts to safeguard his secret turn his once-privileged life into a living hell.

#dorian gray #r #oliver parker #ben barnes #colin firth #rebecca hall #emilia fox #ben chaplin #2009 #thriller #fantasy #drama