#michael gray request

ou la la, alright, here you go :)

warnings: smut. just smut. +18, MINORS DNI

When you started dating Michael and you first had sex with him, he made sure that you always felt comfortable, secure and loved. He always caressed you in the most divine way, giving you goosebumps when he would whisper in your ear "do you like it like that, pretty girl ?"

In the first months of your relationship, his thrusts were gentle but fierce and never missed your golden zone. He always made you feel unique and loved, and left you in a heavenly bliss.

But as the months go by, Michael became a little more precise with the movements of his hands when he was playing with your cunt, a little rougher when he was burying himself inside of you. Each time you had sex, he knew your body a little more, remembering every sound you make when he touches you at certain places.

Tonight, Michael went back with great news: Tommy finally let him be in charge of the flourishing London business. He was so happy and excited that, when he came back home, Michael immediately took your face in between his hands and kissed passionately, you almost fell backwards. He led you to your bedroom and took off your dress, your undergarments and his own clothes.

"You're gonna be a good girl tonight, uh honey ? You're not gonna ruin everything by being a brat ? You wouldn't do that to me, baby, wouldn't you ?" he asked dropping wet kisses along your neck, your collarbone and your breast. You felt the room spinning but shook your head. You would never do that to him.

"Good fucking girl." he groaned in your ear, holding with his left hand your head, keeping it in place. "Lay on the bed" he commanded, pushing you gently backwards.

You fell on the bed, feeling the silky sheets caressing your bare body. "Move back". You obeyed and he opened your legs harshly. "I'm gonna have a little taste and then..." he kissed you from the bottom of your stomach to your lips "I will fuck you" he emphasized. You let you shaking moan pass from your trembling lips, which he kissed away, before going back to your humid heat. He trailed butterflies kisses on your inner thigh and digged his tongue on your clit.

"Michael..." you whimpered "Fuck, it feels so good" you scratched his head, encouraging him to keep sucking you. But, like he said, he just wanted a taste, so he moved back, leaving your unsatisfied. You whined, trying to bring him back between your legs.

"'thought you'd be a good girl" he warned with a devilish grin. You stopped, not wanting to upset him. "Don't worry pretty girl, you're gonna have way better then my mouth" he said standing up on his knees and stroking lightly his cock.

You watched, mouth watering "but I love your mouth"

"I know you prefer my dick honey. I always feel it", he whispered leaning back on you and slowly entering you. You moaned loudly, glad he was back in you. And he groaned, also glad he was back in you. He started his thrusts softly, knowing you needed a little time to stretch to his size, and then his movements were harder.

"You always feel like fucking heaven, baby girl. Such a beautiful cunt to fuck." your hands were dancing on his muscular back, trying to bring him even closer to you. You moaned his name, curses and inaudible sounds, to which he responded by fucking you harder and deeper. "My best fucking girl"

This time was so different from the others. He was like a prince, a king, a god. Making you feel things you never experienced before, even with him. He reached a new point in you and you let the foreign feeling take you all over. "You're squeezing me like crazy, shit, you feel so fucking good Y/N, ugh, I could fuck you all day long, all night long, I will never get tired of this pussy. My pussy." His words sent you into another world where your orgasm was taking you like a wave in which you were willing to drown in. "Can you take baby ? Can you take this cock all day, all night ? Tell me, Y/N, tell me you can take it" his hips did not stop or even slow down after your first orgasm. Instead, they were more feral. You nodded and exhaled a yes. "I fucking knew it." he kissed your neck hungrily, tasting your salty sweat. "Give me one more, baby, one more orgasm, please, I need you" Michael asked you, and you obliged.

The second pleasure was so strong, it felt like your soul floated above your body. Your legs were shaking and you felt an odd liquid between your legs, splashing on Michael's chest. He gasped and with a few more thrusts he came inside of you. Panting, he went back on his knees, to watch the scene from above. You were in a full bliss, trying to come back to your senses, sweat dripping on your chest. An angel, Michael thought.

"Baby, Y/N," he whispered, lingering his fingers on your arms to bring you back. You looked at him through your lashes and gave him a tired but content smile. "Hey," he smiled back. "Are you okay ?"

"Y-yes. Are you ?" your voice was shy and low.

"I fucking am, yeah" he chuckled "You, um, you squirted". You opened your eyes widely and tried to stand up on your elbows but Michael stopped you "No, no, no love, it's okay" he reassured you. "It was amazing. Did you like it ?"

"I did, yes. I loved it. Thank you" you answered, holding his face in your still shaking hands.

"Thank you, baby. Stay here I'm gonna take a towel and then we'll sleep. You need to rest." he got off of the bed and kissed your forehead. "I love you".

Chamomile Tea

Author’s note: I loved writing A Lavender Bath so i just couldn’t say no to this!🥰 I hope you enjoy it and have the loveliest of days. ❤️

Warnings: mentions of domestic abuse, homicide and drugs, overall sad stuff. 

After she managed to calm down a bit thanks to Michael’s reassuring touches and words they sat in the bathtub in perfect silence, her entering a sort of trance, musing on what to do with the evidence of her crime.

Soon the water turned cold as the lifeless body laying in her kitchen and in her mind. She began shivering and Michel noticed immediately.

 “let’s go to bed, love” he suggested.

She nodded softly and moved a little bit forward and away from Michel to let him stand up. His wet clothes clinging heavily to his body as tiny droplets fell on the tub’s water causing tiny ripples to form. He grabbed one of the towels that he had previously laid on the stool he was sitting on before joining her in the tub and handed it to her.

With plenty of effort and a few winces she stood upend let Michael wrap the towel around her bruised frame. She held onto the towel and painfully stepped out of the tub and walked to sit on the edge of Michaels bed one more time. Her lost stare focused on Michael as he got rid of his soaked clothes and wrapped himself with the remaining towel, the sight of him bringing her a soothing feeling she never imagined herself ever having again after what she had done.

Michael made his way to a set of drawers and took out some clothes before walking over to y/n and handing her a shirt and underpants. She wasted not time in putting them on and crawling to the top of the bed, finally laying down with a pained sigh. Michael followed suit and laid behind her, carefully placing his arm over her waist.

“is this ok?” He asked in fear of hurting her. She whispered a soft “Yes” before turning around so she could burry her head in his chest. Michael held her closer and softly ran his fingers through her hair lulling her to sleep.

The next morning she woke up and the first thing she noticed was that Michael wasn’t there. She abruptly sat up, regretting it immediately at the sharp pain she felt across her body. Apparently it had become worse overnight. Not wanting to move any further she stayed still, thinking about what to do next because she didn’t want to be alone.  

She didn’t have to think for long because a minute later Michael walked into the room with a sandwich on a plate.

“Good morning, love” he spoke as he saw her looking at him.

A sad smile graced her features as he walked closer to the bed with the food she was more than certain was for her. She hadn’t even noticed how hungry she was till she smelled the toasted bread.

“Thought you may need something to eat” he said as he sat next to her, offering her the plate. She took it and began eating after thanking him.

After she was done eating Michael took the plate and put it on the nightstand next to the bed before speaking again “I think we should tell My mum what happened”

Y/n turned to look at him with uncertainty In her eyes. She didn’t want to be a burden to his family, but she knew Polly would now better about what to do. Polly always knew better about everything.

“Yeah, I thought about it too” she confessed “Is she here yet?”

“Yeah she’s downstairs making tea, I already told her you were here”

Y/n nodded and made a strained effort to stand up, Michael immediately rushing to her side and helping her up.

“Do you want me to carry you?” He offered.

“No, it’s fine. I can walk, just help me”

Michael snaked one of his arms around her waist and held her arm with his other one as they slowly made their way downstairs.

The smell of chamomile wafted through the kitchen as Pol finished making tea. The teapot and two empty teacups rested on the kitchen table as she looked for a third one.

After looking in every cabinet and having finally found one, she turned around and saw Y/n and Michael walking. When her eyes fell on y/n the teacup escaped her grasp and met the floor with a shattering noice at the state of her.

“Did that good for nothing brother of yours do this??” Pol asked in concealed anger as she drew out a chair to sit in front of her, taking her hands in hers. The broken teacup completely out of her mind.

Y/n nodded “I told you we should have kicked him out long ago” Pol continued, ignorant to y/n’s sin. “It kills me to see you like this, what if one day he goes too far?”

“He’s dead” y/n blurted out “ I killed him”

Pol’s eyes widened for a moment.  She wasn’t a stranger to murder, but she would have never expected y/n to commit one.

Michael stood behind y/n and placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder “the body’s still in her kitchen”

Pol nodded in understanding and poured y/n some tea in one of the teacups that rested in front of them.

“It’s chamomile, It will help with the swelling”

Y/n thanked her and then the room fell quiet as Polly lit a cigarette, taking a few puffs as she pondered on the situation her friend and son’s girlfriend had endured.  

“We’ll send some lads to your place” she said after a while “they’ll get rid of the body, it will be as if never happened”

“You promise?” She asked in a hopeful yet teary tone, her mind traveling to the gallows.

“Consider it done”

Y/n found herself becoming emotional again and brought her hand to her mouth in order to contain a sob. “Thank you”

“You’re part of this family now, no one can touch you” Pol reassured as she took another puff of her cigarette and stood up from the table to go and get her purse from the parlor.

When she came back she handed y/n some pills “Take these, they’ll take the pain away and help you sleep”

With the help of her tea, y/n did exactly what Polly told her.

“She needs to rest mum, I’ll take her upstairs” came Michael’s voice.

Polly nodded and helped y/n stand “when you wake up it will all be all right”

Y/n gave her a weak smile and thanked her again as she and Michael left the kitchen and once again made their way to his room.

Once again in the comfort of Michael’s bed she let him hold her as she felt herself growing more tired by the second. “I love you, Michael” she softly confessed moments before finally  succumbing to the effects of Pol’s pills.

“I love you too, Y/n”

⤠ MASTERLIST⤟

Anon requested:  16 + 19 with michael please? xx Summary:  n.16 & 19 from my prompt list:  “Another’s hands on her skin” + “I’ll burn this fucking place down”. (Thomas being completely reckless here, shocker, I know)

Warnings: violence, heavy drinking, obviously swearing 

Author’s notes:

I’m sorry for being this late, so so so sorry! I also forgot to tag you @namelesslosers, forgive me babe

The title is actually a Latin word, I LOVE LATIN SO DAMN MUCH, indeed I added its meaning as an intro for the piece, please tell me if you liked this idea

In this imagine the boys didn’t destroy The Marquis pub (at least not yet), plus the Changrettas attacked Arthur instead of Grace.

There’s a quote written in Italian in the middle of the script, it’s marked by an asterisk and you’ll find its translation at the end of the page.

Let me know what you think and tell me if this is what you expected  ♡

I’m Italian, English isn’t my first language, so I apologize for every possible mistake I made. Also please, help me improve my writing by telling me if there’s something wrong

I FINALLY EDITED THIS IMAGINE, SO I HOPE IT’S BETTER NOW

I AM SO TRULY SORRY I DID SUCH A RUSHED WORK THIS TIME, FORGIVE ME, IT WAS A LONG AND HARD DAY, I NEEDED SOME OTHER TIME TO DO THINGS PROPERLY

ENJOY!

Răbĭēs feminine noun V declension 1. fury, rage, violence 2. madness, frenzy 3. amorous passion

“Tell me again why it had to be her” Michael’s voice came out in a growl, hampered by his clenched teeth, as he tensely moved on his chair, mechanically adjusting his classy pinstripe suit. He was unutterably furious because, that time more than any other, Thomas had seriously gone too far, to say the least. In fact, after John’s unpleasant encounter with Angelo Changretta, the Italian clan had started threatening the Peaky Blinders and, a few days later, two of their youngest recruits somehow managed to attack Arthur while he was alone on his way home, in the early hours of the morning.

Luckily, no grievous harm had come to the eldest Shelby, those inexperienced and undisciplined kids had only been able to leave a slight knife wound in his left side, but nevertheless, the whole family agreed that such an affront had to be punished. As a result, Tommy got to collect all sorts of information about the Changrettas thanks to his uncountable contacts in Birmingham and London, still that wasn’t enough to take actual action. He needed to hear what the Italians’ intentions were straight from their men’s mouth, so he inconsiderately decided to drag you in that dirty mess by asking you to charm one of their henchmen and obtain as many details as possible about their plans. It goes without saying that you immediately accepted his proposal, tired of not being helpful in any way, you were desperately longing for a chance to show them you were able to cope with that kind of business as well. For this reason, you didn’t think twice about it, not even when Michael found out and firmly objected to the idea of exposing his girlfriend to such a danger. So there you were: Tommy, John and Michael lurking in a secret room of The Marquis pub, two more blinders watching at the main entrance, while you sat alone at the bar, in all your magnificent beauty, patiently waiting for your target to show up. “ ‘Cause that fucking eyetie is almost a kid, we needed a young girl, a clever one, and that’s y/n, now just shut up ” Without blinking an eye at Michael’s totally justified rage, Thomas nonchalantly cleared his throat and spat that sharp answer with his typical adamant tone, then he opened his cigarette case handing it to his cousin, as if a simple smoke could repay him for the hell he was literally going through.

“That’s my girl, Tom! Christ, those people are dangerous!” Michael’s fists aggressively collided with the round table they were sitting to, and the crystal glasses full of whisky upon it alarmingly quaked, producing a disturbing tinkle that filled the room, together with his heavy breaths. “I don’t see much of a problem with that since she fucks you, a bloody gangster” Tommy’s lips, already tensed in a harsh grin, threw out that inflammatory remark as he lethargically played with the half empty cup in his right hand, his blue eyes fixed on the dark liquor swaying. And this time Michael definitely lost his temper, his face twitched with pure fury as he abruptly stood from his seat, without a second thought he would’ve rabidly pounced on Thomas, had it not been for John’s quick hands that promptly grabbed his shoulders in order to keep him in his place. “Hey! You’re acting like two fucking children” John blurted out, his low voice had the air quivering around their solid figures, then he moderately poked Michael’s neck in hope to put some sense back into him “Shit, you have to control yourself, kid! We need to stay focused on what’s important right now” As the middle brother surprisingly tried to act like the grown-up for once, they saw your elegant silhouette sneaking in the private room strategically located in front of them, so that they could have a clear visual on what was happening in there without being seen. You giggled in a flirtatious way, holding hands with the Italian guy -whose name turned out to be Salvatore- in order to lead him exactly where you wanted him to be. At that sight Michael rudely finished his drink in a single swig, before lighting the umpteenth cigarette of the night in attempt to calm his nerves, but then again he saw the bloke’s fingers ably linger your cheek and go down your neck while the two of you kept talking about only God knew what, and his blind rage inexorably erupted afresh. “You want me to stay here, nice and quiet, watching another’s hands on her skin without doing anything, that’s bullshit!” He angrily snarled, his fingers going through his short hair in a convulsive movement. John rolled his eyes at those words and boldly put on a taunting smirk as soon as the cigar he was smoking left his lips. “C’mon, Shakespeare, stop being so dramatic over this” But he immediately bowed his head in discomfort, when Thomas and Michael simultaneously sent him a menacing glare; in the meanwhile Salvatore tantalizingly leant towards your face, whispering in your ear with his strong accent something about how he’d like to feel your body against his, and you suddenly began to fear the potential developments of that risky situation. Michael, on the other hand, was now furiously walking up and down the place, it really felt like he was suffocating and he knew he couldn’t stand anything like that for much longer. “If that fucker gets that close to her again, I swear I’ll burn this fucking place down!” Exactly when his brutal voice came out in a frenetic shout, by sheer coincidence, he found himself watching one of the guy’s hands avidly grip your thigh left exposed by the slit of the glittering dress you were wearing; you instantly tried to push the stranger away, yet he was too strong in comparison and his filthy mouth overwhelmingly ended upon the hot skin of your neck.

John didn’t even have the time to fully pronounce the word “fuck” alone, that Michael already stormed in the room, he had raw hate burning in his eyes and sharp breaths shaking his body as he took heavy steps in your direction. “E tu chi cazzo sei?”* that was the only thing Salvatore was able to say, before your boyfriend roughly pulled him off you, punching him in the face multiple times and then forcing him to get down on his knees by holding a hand around his throat, nearly choking him on the spot. You had never seen him in such a state, your Michael was always sweet and caring, rarely nervous and even less violent, the one busy killing a man in front of your eyes was a complete different person, and that realization scared you to death. “John, get her out of here, now!” His tone brooked no arguments as he kept tightening his grip on the boy, despite your screams and prayers to stop; eventually Johnny obeyed to that severe order, dragging you out of the pub with no hesitation and leaving Thomas and Michael alone with their prey. “This bastard needs to learn a fucking lesson.”

requested by @ request: Hi please could you write me michael fluff like super fluffy cuddles and kisses in bed OR A LAZY SUNDAY bc I’m super sad and it would make me happy. 🤗 ily [sic] warning: fluff, and michael doesnt have a shirt on whoops. word count: 603 a/n: Enjoy!

The sun rising and beginning to peek through the curtained window. It was a Sunday morning, and the streets outside the window were still quiet. The window had been open all night, and the freshest breeze cooled the normally hot room. You were laying against Michael’s broad frame and you had a hand on top of his bare chest.

“Morning,” He spoke in that familiar raspy tone. You responded with a kiss on the skin of his arm where you were resting your head. You tightened your grip around his waist.

I kinda have an oneshot already like that, but here’s a little extra ;)

warnings: virgin reader, smutt (minors don't interact!), fingering, fluff.

The first time you saw Michael, it was in a club in London, your girlfriends dragged you in. They’ve been insisting since you were the only one left who never got drunk before turning 20 years old. And even though you assured them that you could have fun without drinking, you followed them and got drunk. The night was crazy and the drinks flowing. You looked for a partner to dance with and you saw him. Starring at you. And all of a sudden, everything went quiet around you. His piercing eyes sobered you up as you walked towards him.

“H-hello” you stammered.

“Good evening” he respond much more confident than you, taking your hand in his to lightly kiss the top of it. You watched him in awe, feeling little tickles where he lingered his lips on your hand.

“D’you want to dance ? With m-me ?” you managed to say.

“With pleasure”. He led you to the dance floor, pushing away all of the other dancers.

He stood before you and gently pulled you against him with his hand on your back. With his other palm on yours, he started spinning you two delicately, taking his time.

“What’s your name ?” he asked, his hot breath fanning your lips.

“Oh yes, sorry, I didn’t introduce myself... I-I’m Y/N” you felt your cheeks heating up, and you wished he wouldn’t see it.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Michael” he smiled.

“Michael” you repeated as if you wanted to imbibe it. You felt his body stiffening lightly.

“I like the sound of my name on your lips”. If your cheeks were not already pink, now they were definitely red. You both continued to dance while starring at each other, and smiling and feeling your heartbeats grow faster the more the other was talking.

“Y/N we need to go !” one of your friend interrupted.

“What ? What’s happening ?” you panicked.

“Mary is too drunk, she’s starting to go insane ! Let’s go !” she started to pull on your hand, as you reached for Michael’s.

“I’m so sorry-”

“It’s alright love, where do you live ?” he hastened to ask, seeing you slowly walked away, dragged by your friend.

“I just moved to Birmingham, find me !” you responded as you let go of his hand.

“I will” Michael muttered to himself. And he did. A couple of days later, he found you in your favourite boutique, shopping for a new pair of gloves. That’s when you knew that you both had something special.

Now it’s been eight months that you are in a relationship and everything was perfect. Well, almost. You never had sex with him. Or with anyone else actually. You keep pushing this moment because you feel too different from Michael. You know what he and his family do for a living, and even though it doesn’t scare you, you still feel like you come from two completely different worlds. So you thought that once you two will make love, he’ll go. Yes, it is silly, because if it was the case, Michael would have never stayed this long with you, and he would never say the sweetest things he says to you everyday, that make you feel loved and special.

But tonight was a big night. It was his birthday and you finally built yourself up to talk to him and maybe, if he agrees, have sex. You put your nicest gown - actually the one he bought you on your birthday - and joined him in the living room, where he was waited for you. Sipping on his beloved whisky, Michael turned to see you walking through the door. Suddenly, the room was more luminous, and his soul at peace, thanks to your presence.

“Y/N, darling, you look stunning” he complimented you, taking your hands in his. You smiled bright as he made you twirl to look at you.

“Happy birthday Michael” you softly said, deposing a light kiss on his lips.

“It really is” he smirked, sliding on the silk of your dress his hands on your lower back, and kissing you. “We should go, I don’t want my mum to murder us on my birthday” he chuckled and so did you.

The evening was perfect as usual. Full of champagne, good food, and excellent company. Michael never stopped touching you, wether it was by resting his hand on your thigh, or kissing your cheek, or lacing your fingers together. He simply couldn’t let you go.

The night came eventually to an end, and after wishing everybody a goodnight, Michael and you drove home. Your laughters broke the deadly silence of the house, as you climbed up to your bedroom. Michael held you in his arms kissing you.

“You looked so beautiful tonight, Y/N” he whispered against your lips, and you felt your heart beating faster. Your skin was hot and your mind going crazy. “You always look so beautiful” he continued, deposing light traces of lips on your neck, earning from you a whimper.

“Michael...” you exhaled. “I want you” he stopped his movements and looked at you in the eyes.

“What did you say ?”

Feeling suddenly very insecure you tried to brush it away “I-I don’t know, it was stupid, never mind-” you were cut by the crash of his mouth on yours and you fell for it again.

“Y/N, what did you say ?” he repeated his question. You understood that there was no reason to hide. Not in front of him.

“I s-said... I love you” you laced your arms around his neck and continued “and I want you. Like I never had you before.” You felt Michael’s heart knocking on your chest, his eyes glistening in the small lights of the room.

“I love you too, honey. Are you sure you’re ready ?” he cupped your warm face in his hands, trying to transfer all the love he has for you in his touch. And you felt it. You nodded confidently before kissing him again. This time, the kiss got heated, stronger and stronger. Hands sliding on each other body for the first time this way, discovering places they never been to.

“Did you ever touch yourself, love ?” he asked out of breath. You nodded shyly.

“Nights I couldn’t be with you... I was missing you and thinking about you, so I, um,.. tried things” Michael grunted at your confessions.

“And did you enjoy it ? What did you do ?” he attacked back your neck, sucking sensually on your sweet spot, causing you to not be able to answer for a couple of seconds.

“I-I slid my hands between my thighs and played with m-my...”

“Clit ?” he guessed. You hummed confirming it. “Um, good. Did you slid your pretty little fingers in you ?”

You shook your head no “I was too scared.”

After a few seconds, Michael cupped your face, swiping lightly your bottom lip “would you let me do that ?” exhaling a shaky breath you moaned, saying yes. “please, I need to hear it, loud and clear. Do you want me to finger you ?”

“Yes. Yes, Michael I want you to finger me. Please...” you whispered like a pray the last word.

This was all Michael needed to lead to the bed while taking off your dress and your bra. He laid you down gently, his lips never leaving your skin. “Fuck, Y/N, I’m already loosing my mind.” his hands slid past your breast after giving it a light squeeze, on your stomach, your waist and everywhere he could feel you.

He then reached your panties resting his fingers on top them. “Are you okay with this ?”

“More than okay” you moaned and he chuckled.

“If I do something wrong, I hurt you or you want to stop, tell me. Never hesitate. Do you hear me, baby ?”

“I will, but Michael I trust you.” you cupped his face and stared in his eyes with all the love you could possibly collect. He kissed you adoringly before taking off your panties, leaving you completely bare in front of him.

His fingers spread your lips and collected your wetness earning from you both moans and grunts. “Fuck, doll, I can’t wait to make this pussy mine”. Michael started to play with your clit just you can relax and realise how much of an expert he already is. You quickly turned into a moaning mess, holding onto his biceps. “That’s it, Y/N baby, let yourself go. I’m right here”

“Um, Michael,...”

“Yes, love ?” he kissed your cheek.

“You can.. can you put your fingers in me ?” you whimpered.

“Fuck, yes” slowly he guided his middle finger to your entrance and pushed inside. The feeling was odd first but than Michael started to pump delicately and it transformed in pure pleasure. “Love, you feel so warm and tight, fuck, I can’t wait to have my dick inside that pretty pussy of yours”

Michael played with both your clit and vagina in order to build your orgasm, which was quick to arrive. You felt this sensual sweetness coming, the same one you have when you were alone thinking about your lover.

“Mike, I’m gonna-” but before you could released your orgasm, Michael took his fingers away from your pussy. Confused, you looked at him with big eyes.

“Don’t worry baby, I just want to make you cum with you around my dick” he smirked. He took his clothes off, while you watched him in awe. He was magnificent. Slightly glowing because of the thin layer of sweat on his torso. He pushed his pants down, leaving him in just his underwear. “Do you want to take it off ?” he proposed. You swallowed and nodded eagerly. “Alright, come here” he chuckled.

You got closer to him on the mattress and he took your hands in his, to place them on his abs. He then let them do whatever you wanted. And what you wanted was to see him as naked as you were. So you pushed his underpants, freeing his shaft. You both stopped breathing, knowing what was coming next. Michael did the first move and leaned over you.

“We can stop if you want, darling. There’s no rush.” he whispered before kissing you. “I already had the best birthday ever” he chuckled and so did you. But your were determined (and horny).

“No I want this Michael, I want this so much” you responded pulling his face closer. He smiled and pushed you delicately on the mattress.

“You have the most beautiful body in the whole fucking world, princess” he worshipped you between kisses “I’m so fucking lucky”. Your hands wandered over his back and torso, discovering his body like you never did before.

“I think I’m getting addicted to you, Michael”

“That’s an excellent thing, darling.” he chuckled. He continued kissing before adjusting his position above you. “Are you ready ?” he locked his eyes on your and waited your response.

“Yes, baby” you said in a shaky breath. Michael nodded and slowly entered you. As he grunted and you moaned, you tried to not think of the slight pain. Michael didn’t move for a few seconds to let you adjust, but you thought that with movements the pain would fade. And it did. The pleasure replaced the discomfort and all you could think about was how full you felt.

“You’re so snugged around my cock baby doll, fuck, it feels so good” Michael grunted in your ear, sending you shivers. “So tight and wet, shit”. You couldn’t respond to anything, too overwhelmed by all those new feelings. Your heart grew bigger with every thrusts Michael made. You were so happy to share this part of you with him.

“I can’t believe I’m your first one, baby. But don’t worry, I’ll make sure to be your only ever.” he smirked and felt your walls clench. “Oh you like this idea don’t you naughty girl ? You want me to be yours forever uh ?”

“Yes !” you screamed finally abled to let out another sound than your moans. “B-be mine, and I’ll be -fuck- yours” his body tensed and his thrust became more frantic yet not rough, too scared to hurt you. Never the less, you felt your orgasm building in you. “Michael I’m-”

“I know love, I feel it. I feel you. Cum for me princess and be mine. Do it, I’m right here” you shut your eyes and digged your nails in the flesh of his muscular back, holding on to whatever you could. You let your pleasure wash over you, welcoming it for the first time. Your moans and whimpers pushed Michael to chase his on orgasm. He pulled out quickly but was careful not to hurt you, and started to pump himself.

“Can I cum on your stomach baby ?” he asked, his voice cracking. You nodded, eager to finally see him undone. His pumps became quicker until he released his load on you with a loud grunt. His seed landed on your belly and you jolted feeling the odd warm texture. When he finished you didn’t hesitate and collected his cum with your fingertips. Michael was panting as he watched you amazed by this new side of you. This side that was discovering what two lovers could do. You wrapped your lips around your fingers and tasted his juice. It was salty and like no other thing, but that only made you even more greedy for it. It was Michael. “You’re already starting to turn into a good girl, baby. I don’t know if it’ll be necessary for me to teach you anything” he chuckled before using his shirt to take off the rest of his cum from your body. He laid  on the bed and pulled you close to his chest.

“Thank you for being my first Michael.” you whispered drawing circles on his peck as you listened to his heartbeat calming down.

“Truly my dear, it was my pleasure” he smiled against the top of your head. “Thank you for giving me that part of you. I love you so much”

“You have all parts of me Michael, I love you too.” you lifted your head and kissed his lips tenderly.

A Lavender Bath 

Author’s note: Thank you for requesting this! I love writing angst!  Sadly, I haven’t watched that show so I just wrote this based on what you described. I hope you like it and have a lovely day ✨

Also, this is my first time writing for Michael, so let me know what you think. ❤️

Warnings: domestic violence, blood, mentions of homicide, alcohol use, overall sad stuff. 

“Are you busy?” Came her voice through the phone. Something was off about it, he could tell. It almost sounded as if she was holding her breath.

“What’s wrong?” He replied, concern evident in his voice. 

“I... I... can you come over?”

Her stutter was what set him off.

“Yeah I’ll be there” he said before hanging up the phone and rushing out of the office. He drove to her place as dark thoughts flooded his mind and concern pressed on his heart.

When he arrived he let himself in without knocking. The lights were all out, the only light keeping the place from being pitch dark was the street light coming in through the windows and flimsy curtains. He scanned the place and when his eyes fell on her slouched figure sitting on the floor with a whiskey bottle in her hand he rushed to her side.

He crouched down to get a better look at her and his stomach flipped when he could see purple marks scattered all over her arms and face along with some cuts. Her lip busted and her nose bleeding, blood all over her hands.

“What happened?” He asked urgently.

She took a big sip of whiskey wincing at her movements and bracing herself to speak but her words came out as incomprehensible sobs.  He caressed her face as one touches China afraid to break it.

“Who did this?” he insisted after her sobs subsided a bit.

But all she could mumble was “I don’t want to be here”

Michael wasted no time In carefully helping her up and guiding her out to his car. He drove to his and Polly’s house switching his attention from the road to y/n every minute or so. Silent sobs filled the car as she held her head in her hands at the recollection of what had happened earlier in the evening. The sound prompting Michael’s  imagination to come up with brilliant ideas of what he would do to whomever did that to his love. 

When they arrived he helped her into the dark empty house. For the first, and she assumed only time in her life, Y/n felt relieved that Polly wasn’t home. Polly would ask questions and she didn’t feel like talking. The silence allowing for regret to show up when she remembered distinctly that Polly had invited her to go with her and Lizzie to The Garrison for drinks. “I’m exhausted” had been her excuse, which hadn’t been really an excuse because it had been the truth. But she felt even more tired at that very moment as Michael guided her to his room, if only she had gone, she wouldn’t be in the circumstances she was in, she though bitterly.

“Want me to draw you a bath?” His voice Interrupted her sad reverie.

She nodded wiping some of her tears with the back of her hand. Sitting on his bed she looked at him through pained eyes as he prepared the bath, filling the tub with warm water and sprinkling lavender twigs into it. Just  like she had told him she liked many moons ago.

When he was done he turned to look at her, his heart breaking a little at the sight of her all bruised and scared. He had never seen her like that. She was always happy, always bringing her own light and cheering everyone that surrounded her up. But at that moment she looked as if she had been to hell and back, and she probably had, he thought.

He made his way to stand before her and helped her out of her blood stained clothes with utmost carefulness, making sure he didn’t hurt her any further. For a moment he wished he hadn’t taken off her clothes, for they had been hiding more bruises underneath. He helped her into the bath and when the warm water covered her body she closed her eyes an let out a strained sigh.

Michael drew up a stool next to the bathtub and held her shaking hand in his. “Who did this” he asked again, despite already having his suspicions about whom.

She took a deep breath and fixated her eyes on the water surrounding her, not wanting to meet her lover’s eyes. “My brother”

His suspicions were true. She had told him about her brother a few months into their relationship. A good for nothing scumbag who lived off her wages and liked drinking a bit too much. The confession made him connect the dots. The Bruises he had seen on her skin many times before which she pinned on her carelessness, the times she insisted they didn’t go to her place, the times she called in sick to work.

“He came home drunk again” she began with quivering lips “started complaining about how the money I make isn’t enough”

“Where is he?” His voice dangerously low in regards of her brother and soft at the same time in regards to her.

Her eyes closed again and she gulped “In my kitchen”

For a second Michael froze, having been caught off guard by her response. 

She turned to look at him, her eyes meeting his concerned ones for the first time that night “I think I killed him”

Michael’s lip quivered slightly at her confession. Shock evident in his eyes, she continued.

“I didn’t want to put up with it anymore” she said as his other hand caressed her cheek.“I was so scared, I thought he was going to kill me”

Michaels jaw tightened at the feeling of a conflicting turmoil of emotions bubbling inside him. He was angry at her brother for making her kill him and he was angry at himself for not having acted upon the signs. I for if he had, they wouldn’t be in the circumstances they were in, he thought bitterly.

Feeling burdened by the truth of what had happened she continued talking, sounding desperate for air somehow thinking that if she let it all out it wouldn’t weigh as much.

“He hit me everyday, for whatever reason he could find, so this time I hit back, I hit his head with a skillet... I didn’t mean to kill him”

She started sobbing again at the realization of what she had done “There was s.. so much blood.. I don’t want to hang” she said dreadfully.

Michael grabbed her head in both his hands “You are not going to hang”

Tears started trailing down his hands as violent breaths made her whole body shake “I promise, I will take care of it”

“Can you hold me?” She pleaded. Between sobs.

Michael’s face softened at her request and complied, only taking off his shoes before getting into the tub with her. Letting her lean back on him, the feeling of her body shaking softly at her sobs, the one of his clothes heavily floating tied around his body, the one of warm water against his skin and the one of the smell of lavender, all making his feelings hit harder, like cold waves of a winter ocean.

 · Like A Queen In Days Of Old ·

Author’s note: Thank you for requesting this! I loved writing it and I hope you enjoy it and have the loveliest of days! ❤️

Warnings: Violence and mentions of death and smut. 

The lights all focused on her the moment she walked  the stage with the band that was playing. Her golden beaded dress making her look like a queen in days of old. She had never worn that dress before and he knew right away that nobody else could wear it and look as beautiful as she did.

Not that she needed dresses or makeup to look beautiful and he knew it. She could be wearing absolutely nothing at all and he would still think of her as the prettiest thing on the world.

He sat In one of the few tables privileged enough to stand close to the stage. He always sat there when he went to see her dance, which was every Friday night, never missing any of her shows. When he had first met her over a year ago, he became enamored by her the moment his eyes fell on her dancing figure. He had never thought accompanying his cousins to a club after having taken care of some business would lead to meeting an angel.

“Can I buy you a drink?” He had asked one day when the club was closing.

She looked at him and flashed a pearly smile “I’d love that”

She too had noticed him in the crowd and felt Intrigued by him. An instant wave of serendipity washing over her whole body when he had finally spoken to her. They became close over a bottle of whiskey, cigarettes and a lot of talking.

From that night on, she always looked for him in her crowd and she always felt her stomach fill with butterflies when she met his stare from the stage.

And that night was no different. She let the jazz posses her body and began dancing, feeling a sort of high only familiar to other lovers of the music. Looking out for him and his eyes she loved so from the stage she felt her high increase as their eyes met. She smiled a flirty smile and he smiled back.

The previous Friday he had promised to take her to dinner after her show and she couldn’t contain her emotion, instead letting it show in her dancing.

Arthur came up to sit next to Michael with a bottle of whiskey in his hand. That night the entire Shelby clan was there which wasn’t uncommon but was also not a regular occurrence.  

“So that’s the lass you can’t stop talking about, eh?” Came Arthur’s raspy voice through the music

“She is” Michael responded, not really wanting to talk and interrupt the trance he entered every time he saw her dancing.

“Beautiful she is” continued Arthur “but don’t tell Linda I said so”

“I won’t”

Suddenly the sound of the music became maimed at the violent sound of gunshots flying though the air, promptly followed by the sounds of people screaming.

It was as if suddenly everything moved at a different speed, a slower speed. Arthur withdrew his gun and was already firing to the entrance of the club at whomever it was, while y/n dropped to the floor of the stage to avoid getting hit by the many bullets flying around. Michael left the table in a second, that felt much like a minute, and rushed to the stage. Grabbing her hand and ushering her to the safety of the bar as he prayed she wasn’t hurt.

After making sure she was ok and safe behind the bar he too withdrew his gun and stood up to fire to the attackers. The sound of bullets and screams went on for a few more moments until Tommy’s voice rang through the room telling the blinders to cease the fire. The attackers, all members of a gang which wanted to take the blinders off the map, were all dead.

The people lucky enough to remain alive walked out of the bar in a rushed panicked fashion. Y/n remained next to Michael, her hand clutching his, still feeling a bit shaken by what had just transpired. After making sure the attackers were really dead the Shelbys too exited the building, in a much more calm fashion.

Y/n began shivering as they all stood outside, talking about what to do with the bodies inside the building. Her golden  dress although divine, didn’t provide much covering form the cold night air. Michael noticed this and in a heartbeat took off his coat and offered it to her. While she put it on, the family exchanged knowing stares with Michael.

“Alright then, that does it” concluded Thomas as he lit a cigarette and began walking away, Arthur, John, Esme, Polly and Lizzie following close behind. Michael however stayed with y/n.

“Still feel like going to dinner?”he asked softly, prompting her chin up with his finger.

She gave him a weak smile and nodded “I’d love that”

Michael’s company soon eased the nasty memory of the shoot out and she found herself laughing at his jokes and swooning at his romantic gestures. She invited him up to her apartment after dinner, not wanting to part from him quite yet and found herself sleeping in his arms after having reveled at the felling of him inside her.

What a night it had been.