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Hi! Could you please write a nsfw sub!Michael Gray x fem!Reader?

Dear Anon!

Thank you for waiting!!! I'm realizing I may have misunderstood this request - this is a Dom fem/sub Michael - hope that's alright. It was really hard for me to write but there was a scene that struck me from Goodfellas... So credit to that for the inspo.

Warnings: reader has a gun, negotiation that ends in sex, woman on top, taking what she wants, no thoughts of consequences, happy cheeky ending. All around good time - kinda dark tho at the beginning. Also don't try this at home - holding your partner at gun point seems like a peaky blinders universe mood that should not be recreated in real life. NSFW

You kept a close eye on your boyfriend. Maybe it was a product of your past, maybe you just knew that he had something darker in him….

You were close with Polly, and being close with Polly meant you heard a lot about what Tommy dragged those boys into. Personally, you didn't mind. As long as everyone listened and played their part the family would come out on top. You had a lot of respect for Tommy, and he seemed to reciprocate. Occasionally the odd task would fall into your lap and you always made sure you followed through exactly how he wanted you to.

Simple as that. Did you like the guy? You didn't know, but you certainly had no reason to hate him. Everything you had was a product of his choices.

Best not to bite the hand that fed you.

Michael, as much as you fucking loved him did not always understand that rule. He was strong, hot-headed, and ambitious. Things you found very attractive when aimed in the right direction. You could tell he was on the wrong set of tracks long before you found all the opium hidden in the back of the pantry.

You knew Tommy put out a city-wide ban on the stuff once Arthur started going off the deep end.

Fuck.

This left you with two options - handle things by yourself or call Thomas and leave it in his more than capable hands… The thought of Michael getting hurt made your stomach turn painfully. No matter how bad he seemed to screw up you would never put him in harm's way.

Or would you?

You took a shower and thought through your options. While following your nighttime routine you eventually settled on a direct professional confrontation. It was business after all.

Sitting in your house coat, dressed down to nothing but hair curlers and face cream you sipped your tea. Waiting for him to come home.

Lots of things occurred to you during the early hours of the morning. You never realized he came home this late. Something that was going to have to change.

Wanting some type of assurance you phoned Arrow house.

“Shelby.” Tommy's rough voice answered. You could feel the exhaustion rolling off of him despite not being able to see him.

“Hello, Tommy. I hate to bother you at this hour, but is there a reason Michael’s not home.”

“Not one of my doing.” He answered curtly.

“Ah, thanks. Have a good night.” You said sweetly.

“You as well”

You hung up the phone fuming. Lighting a cigarette you made another cup of tea.

Eventually, you hear him parking the car out by the road. You switched off the light and sat in darkness as he made his way up to bed. The house settled and your heart gave a painful sensation as his lack of awareness of your absence.

How could you have thought everything was fine between you? How stupid could you be? You took a few breaths and centered yourself the best you could before going upstairs to start your interrogation.

You grabbed the handgun out of the entryway table and moved up the stairs quietly. You opened the door to your bedroom, lights off, and he was on his side of the bed.

You carefully crawled over and turned on the light, straddling his fit body in the process.

“There’s my girl.” He mumbled. Once his eyes focused on the gun his composure changed. You were happy to see him take you seriously for once.

“Where the fuck were you.” You asked calmly pointing the unloaded gun at his forehead.

“Drinking - The garrison - The boys were there with me the whole night. Just drinking and cards. Come on babe. ‘Never lie to you.” This seemed plausible, It was a Friday night. “You go out and drink with the girls on Fridays. I thought you were spendin’ the night” He looked honest. But most people did when there was a gun at their head.

“I’m going to call the boys in the morning. Every single one - and I swear if they mention a girl. I’ll fucking kill you.” You looked at him with tears in your eyes. This was a hurt that was well hidden in your chest. You knew some of the guys fucked around on the side, it was something you were too afraid to confront until it slipped out into the open.

“No, baby. No girls, just you.” His hands ran up your thighs and you felt your body start to shift your priorities around. You started strong, now you just needed to know about the opium.

“Why is my pantry stuffed with opium.” You clicked the safety on the gun and his eyes widened.

“-Fuck Woman. Jesus, just calm down -”

“Michael.” You said sternly.

“It’s Tommy’s. It's not for ‘round here. It's the last of the stuff he has to get rid of.”

“Why is it in my pantry.”

“He’s got to keep it from Arthur. He just got back with Linda - don’t want him near it.”

“Why isn't it with John?”

“With Esme and 6 kids in the house?”

“Esme doesn't mess with that stuff” You felt insulted he would suggest such a thing of one of your closest friends.

“Not saying she does - but there’s no way in hell she’d have it anywhere near those bloody kids.” That checked out - they were devilish bastards. You adored them but if you had any secretes or well-hidden things they’d find em.

“Why didn’t you tell me.” You demanded.

“I- I honestly didn't think you’d care this much.” For a moment he looked like the boy you’d met him as. From a good family, soft, sweet.

“Promise me.”

“I promise. No secrets.” His long fingers had trailed up your nightgown to the tops of your thighs. Fucking man kept you up all god damn night.

“Don’t stay out this late unless you tell me. I worry.”

“Alright, I’m sorry.” He knew the battle was almost won. His fingers brushed your pubic bone and you felt your body begin to betray you. You had been hurting over him for a long time, now that you had his attention your body was willing to toss it away for a moment of affection. No way you were letting him take you that easy.

You ground down against his cotton shorts, feeling his own hard arousal.

“That’s it, baby - here.” He slowly brought his hand up to grab the gun. You weren't ready to give up this power, for once in your life you wanted to take something from him. You pushed the end of the gun to his forehead.

“Take your pants off.” You said quietly, and he groaned in both frustration and arousal. He shuffled a bit beneath you pulling down his boxers. Realization hit that having sex with someone by gunpoint was most certainly not something you approved of you decided to put the gun down.

“I’m going to put the gun on the nightstand.” You said while pinning him down with your eye contact. You knew as soon as it was down he was going to roll you over and take charge. You placed it down on the stained wood top and felt him shift. Instinctively your hand came up and closed around his neck the best it could. He went limp letting out an impressive moan.

“Fuckin’ hell where’s this been hidden the whole time? Eh?” He looked like he was in pain, but your hand was only resting on his neck.

Using your other hand you reached between your legs, you would have made a drawn-out show of getting yourself ready. But the mess between your legs was embarrassing, especially given how it arrived there. Maybe there was something dark and shadowy inside yourself, maybe that’s why you and him were together.

You ran your fingers along his hard cock. Felt the throbbing of his silky skin, and enjoyed the way it made him pant. The urge to stay here and tease him for hours ran through your mind but the burning sensation in your core told you to save it for another time. You gripped him tightly enjoying the change in his features. You ran the head of his cock through your folds covering him in your hot mess.

“Please - just” He started tightening his grip on your hips as if you throw you over. You squeezed his throat lightly asserting yourself. “FUuuuuuck”

You took that as an invitation to take what you wanted. You seated yourself down on his cock quickly and enjoyed the delicious noise he made when you bottomed out. You’d never been on top before but on shaky legs, you finally found a rhythm that worked for you. It was extremely different, the angle hit you in a way that made your whole body want to seize up after just a few strokes.

You took your time enjoying the way the pressure built inside your body, eventually, you knew that he was close. His greed took over as he pulled your hips down and held you in place thrusting violently inside you. This only pushed you over the edge faster. Your whole body seized up and you let out a sharp cry as you came around him.

Opening your eyes you saw the sweat on his brow and the fever in his dark eyes. He was just on the edge as you were a lot of the time. But you had already gotten what you‘d come up here for. Questions answered and your body satisfied you got up off of him and narrowly escaped his grip pulling you back onto the bed.

“Get over here -” He snarled.

“Don’t ever cross me again” You pushed your face into his as you said it glaring at him with a rage unthought of for someone so small. He backed down as you walked to the bathroom to clean yourself up.

Pulling a cigarette out of the vanity drawer you lit it while sitting down on the toilet. Your mind was racing over what had just happened.

“It wasn't even loaded for fucksakes” He muttered.. After washing up you came back to bed expecting to be met with consequences. You knew what you did was messed up, and you felt the hot feeling of shame start to boil in the pit of your stomach.

Getting in on your side of the bed you felt his arms wrap around your smaller frame.

“Did you get that out of those books you read or…” He whispered into your hair.

“No, I was just that angry….. Angry because I was scared.”

“Scared of what?”

“You going up against Thomas.”

“He’s going to get old eventually”

“Then do right by him and inherit things the right way.” You said sternly.

“That’s what you want then?” He asked seriously.

“I Love this family Michael. A lot. Please don't do anything to mess that up.”

“Well, you’ve got a reputation now. Don’t have much choice other than to keep you happy.”

You made a noise of offense and felt the vibrations in his chest as he let out a laugh.

“You're so easy to bother.” He chuckled. “Any time you want to bring a not loaded gun to bed I won’t complain. See what I have to do to earn my finish”

His words surprised you. How on earth could someone so dominating, assertive, angry, and stubborn, enjoy letting you effectively assault him?

“I feel horrible.” You mumbled.

“Look at me.” He said firmly his arms helping you turn over to face him. You looked into his eyes illuminated by the street light outside your window. “If I wanted you off of me I would have grabbed these little, dainty, wrists.” One of his large hands easily wrapped around your wrists in an iron grip. “And moved the gun away rolling you over love.”

“Still I should have trusted that you had an explanation. I just-”

“Hush - none of that. I’ve clearly been neglecting certain duties. Let's let sleeping dogs lie.” He pulled you back into his arms and you enjoyed the tight embrace.

“I’d never actually hurt you” You whispered as sleep started to take you.

“I know, I love you too.” He said softly.

"Also Michael?" You remembered something else you wanted to negotiate.

"Yes, love." He sighed pulling you a little tighter.

"Shave that bloody mustache." You said as sternly as you could manage while being half asleep.

"Oh piss off." He grumbled placing a kiss on the top of your head.

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GOODFELLAS:

This is the scene I was thinking of. I have such a love-hate relationship with this movie. I thought it fit and hope you enjoyed it!!!!

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valentina-a-a · 2 years

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+ tom holland!nathan drake x reader, oneshot, 18+ | MDNI

requested: rough sex with nathan drake in those cargo pants and white shirt.

words: 2k

tags: pure smut, banter, mention of a gun, p in v, fingering, nate being a cheeky bastard

"Is that a gun or are you happy to see me?" you asked, throwing the dark haired man a knowing smile.

Nathan walked towards you slowly, arms raised, gaze trained on the gun you were pointing at him.

"Depends on whether there's a bra under that shirt or not," he replied brazenly and you felt your blood swirl and cheeks heat.

"So what do I owe the pleasure of having you here?" you said coolly, relaxing your stance a little.

"Just missed you," Nathan said, and your heart fluttered inside your chest briefly.

"Infiltrating my house is one hell of a way of showing it," you said, gesturing at the mess he'd made of your study room.

Nathan looked genuinely apologetic.

"Fine. I'm here for the map," he replied, stepping closer. Your grip on the gun tightened but he didn't seem to care.

The map. The map that you had stolen from him. The map that held the location to one of the world's greatest treasures, but had proved fruitless to you without one key piece.

The last time you'd seen Nathan, he'd seemed scrawnier. Now, his muscles seemed fuller, bones in his face sharper and more chiseled.

"You've found Blackbeard's monocle then?" you asked, turning your focus back to what he said. If he had truly found it, he might as well have found the treasure that was worth billions. The thought alone made your heart race.

Nathan threw you one of his patent smirks, and you had to resist the urge to shove him into a wall and then kiss it right off.

Huh, maybe you had missed him too.

"Maybe," he said, cheekily.

"What's in it for me?" you asked, lowering your gun slightly. As much as he made your blood boil for all the wrong reasons, you'd never actually shoot him.

"If you got down on your knees and asked nicely," Nathan teased, "we could work out a deal."

How you found his cheekiness attractive was beyond you.

"Drake," you said in a serious tone and he pouted.

"A ten percent cut of whatever we recover," he admitted, lowering his hands completely and stepping right up to the gun.

The nozzle bumped against his chest.

"You know that's a great deal," he said, now completely stepping into your space. The smell of smoke and cheap whiskey instantly engulfed you and you had to force yourself to look up at him.

You stared at him, your mind starting to drift elsewhere. To times when things were simpler, where it was just you and him and the rush of adrenaline that made you feel alive. Somehow, his scent, the curl on his forehead, the sly little smirk- it sent you right back in time.

You could hear his breathing deepen as he stepped even closer to you, nose barely inches from your face.

Your own breath shallowed as your lips parted to let out air that seemed to suffocate you. Lowering your gun, you casually tossed it onto the desk beside you.

"You and I both know it's a shit deal," you shot back, folding your arms across your chest.

"Make it forty percent. You still get a lot more."

Nathan shook his head, gaze traveling from your face to your neck.

"There's another player, he gets a cut too."

You stood your ground. When had he gotten that cut on his eyebrow?

"The treasure is worth billions, Drake. What do you want to do with that kind of money?"

Nathan didn't seem to hear you, he was too busy staring down your shirt that had one button popped open.

"Fifteen percent."

"Eyes up here. Thirty and not a cent less."

"Christ, you're fucking stubborn," he cursed, as his gaze flickered over your features and settled on your lips.

"And you're just as annoying as ever," you said breathily, totally thrown off by the fact that he seemed to be leaning closer to you.

He didn't give you a second before his lips were on yours, shoving you roughly against the desk with his body. It rattled a bit under your weight but stayed, as Nathan pressed into you.

Your lips were pushed open as his tongue invaded your mouth, pulling you completely into him. Your entire body felt like it was on fire, everywhere that Nathan's hands moved feeling electric.

He yanked at your top, almost tearing it off of you and did the same to your shorts, pulling them down in one go. Heat flashed through your body.

In the blink of an eye you were naked under him, bare ass pressed against the wooden desk, while he was fully clothed, his leather harness deliciously accentuating his heaving chest.

He didn't care; the man in him unleashed, as he pushed himself into you, crashing his lips onto yours. You whimpered, his clothed member pressing into your bare cunt providing that much needed friction.

He rocked into you, hands coming to squeeze your hips tight, and the material of his cargo pants was enough to get you going. You mewled as he humped you, pleasure shooting across your never endings and your eyes fluttered shut.

"Nathan," you moaned, rubbing yourself against his clothed cock, getting yourself off as his lips latched onto your neck.

"You gonna come?" he asked, in a breathy rasp and thrust again, pushing you right to the edge.

You whimpered a yes and Nathan's grip on your ass tightened. "Then come for me, sweetheart," he said, rocking into you once more, "Come so I can get you all wet and ready for my cock."

And that did it. You shuddered as you came, hurtling down from that mountain of pleasure that made you feel feather light.

You could barely make sense of your surroundings before Nathan's lips found yours again. But then his hot, needy length pressed into yours and you forgot about your weakened state.

He spun you around, his back hitting your chest as he bent you over the desk, your hands falling to the counter to help you stay up.

"You good, sweetheart?" he asked, as his hands kneaded your ass, pushing them apart and you had to bite your lip to keep from moaning. You could feel your pussy clench for him, dripping with need again.

"All good for you," you whined, pushing up your ass into him, earning a laboured grunt from the man.

He bent over you then, pressing open-mouthed kisses to your shoulder as he let his fingers slide down your lips. Once, twice, before circling their way to your clit.

You moaned, slow and long and Nathan chuckled into your skin.

"So fucking slick. Just for me," he breathed, kneeing your stance wider under him and you fell to your elbows, feeling weak with anticipation.

He moved away for a brief moment and you heard him unzip his cargo pants. Every thought evacuated your mind, only the image of him and his heaving cock clouding your headspace.

"I'm going to fuck you raw," he announced, grunting into your ear, his breath hot on the side of your face. It wasn't a request, and you couldn't care less.

You moaned, words escaping you at his touch and fuck, you needed him right now.

"Nate," you begged, pushing your ass further into him, feeling his cock run against your folds making you moan harder than ever.

"Just fuck me."

Without warning, he pushed in and buried himself deep inside you. Your eyes rolled shut, toes curling.

The ground seemed to slip from underneath you at the fullness provided by his warm length and moan after moan tore out of you as he pushed in even further, unraveling you.

"Fuck, fuck," he grunted into your neck as he adjusted himself, your walls pathetically clenching around his cock.

He started to move then, pushing in and then pulling out, making you mewl. You could feel your legs wobble at just how wonderful his dick felt inside you, at the friction that made you squeeze your legs together.

His wandering hand found your left breast and kneaded it, pebbling your nipple in barely any time. Every fibre of your being felt sensitive and you found yourself aching for release.

"Faster," you begged throatily, letting yourself fall to your face on the desk and Nathan bent over you, his leather harness and chain digging into your back. It was a welcome pain, feeling the sharpness of things that made Nathan, making you feel that much more light-headed.

"I can do faster," he breathed, making good on his promise and rocking into you uncontrollably fast. The sound of your hips smacking against each other was nothing short of erotic, the wet skin to skin contact making you lose your mind.

You were being lifted higher and higher, moans of Nathan's name tumbling out of your lips as he thrusted into you. You were beginning to shake, feeling that burn of an orgasm building inside you and then- Nathan stopped.

"What the fuck?" you asked in between your pants, lifting yourself on your arms, the movement making Nathan's hard cock twitch inside you. God, you desperately needed the release.

"The map, sweetheart," he said into your ear, hands coming to cup your tits and squeeze at them. "Make a proper deal with me and I'll let you come."

Bastard.

You ground up at him, in order to get that sweet sweet friction and Nate moaned into your ear.

"Please," you cooed, but Nathan pressed into you, pinning you and restricting your movements with his huge arms.

"No getting yourself off," he said, biting down on your ear.

You couldn't think straight, the pressure between your legs was begging for release but you couldn't also just give the map to him.

"What if you bail on me?" you managed to say in between your whimpers as Nate's hand glided down to your clit again.

"I'm a man of my word, baby," Nathan said in your ear and your legs gave way underneath you.

His hand started to languidly stroke your clit and god, you could feel yourself just out of reach of that blissful escape. Your mind drifted in and out of your rationality, and you almost wanted to agree with whatever he said.

"I come along with you and bring the map, and I get thirty percent of the share."

"Twenty percent," Nathan groaned, as he slid out of you, tip just brushing your folds.

"If you agree for twenty-five percent, we could do this every night until we find the treasure," you whimpered, as Nathan slipped in again, pushing in until you were writhing on his cock.

That seemed to get this attention.

He pumped into you slowly, rubbing lazy circles around your clit.

"Fine. We have a deal," Nathan moaned and his pace quickened at once. His languid strokes turned to ones with abandon, as he mercilessly rocked into you, opening you up wonderfully.

"Fuck, Nate," you moaned, and the added sensation from his fingers playing with your clit had your body rattling with pleasure.

In no time you were being swept up in a wave of ecstasy, loud moans after moans escaping your throat just as Nathan came into you filling you with his hot, thick cum.

It felt glorious, as you two rocked against the desk, coming down from the high, his cum trickling down your thighs.

"You better hold up your end of the bargain," he grunted as he pulled out of you.

You looked back at him over your shoulder, still recovering from the orgasm. Memories you'd tried to bury came rushing back to you, of times that weren't too different from this. Something ignited in your heart again.

You turned as he stepped closer, some of the hunger still burning in his eyes and the fire in your own stomach sparked to life once more. Nathan's tongue darted out and licked his lips. You bit down on your own, sidling up to him letting your voice drop.

"Do you want the map or your cock sucked first?"

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