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gallavichsreddie1128 · 13 days ago

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Trained to Love (Tommy Shelby)

Description: Thomas and Y/N are married but neither love each other and nobody seemed to notice the fake acts of love besides one person

Warning: A little smut

Word Count:1,682

Request:been reading too many smut for Thomas Shelby need heartbreaking angst

Author’s note: Can be a Michael x Reader as well...

She stared at the ring on her finger, a young girl who was forced to marry a man that was way older than her but atleast was very very attractive. She loved him, she really loved him or so she thought. He had given her everything, truly anything she could ever want he was able to provide. Except for love, he didn’t love her. Sure he played the part in front of his family but he couldn’t always play coy. The hand holding, the laughs, the closeness was all fake. She hated that he put on this front while he was with his family. Why act like everything was all peachy when it clearly wasn’t? Clearly was a strong word because everyone bought this act besides one person, Michael. Michael could see through the fake marriage like it was glass. Y/N could only wish that someone would say something, call them out on such acts but that was a lot to ask for.

She sat across from Michael, who was around her age as they drank from the whiskey she took from Tommy. He had so many at this point she doubted that he would notice. Michael kept eyeing her as they drank thinking of what he should say. “Why are you with a man that doesn’t love you?” He asked and boldly so. She looked at him, interested in the question. She hadn’t thought that anyone would notice, “What’s it to you?” She asked. He gave her a small smile and set down the glass. He was a lot more observant than he led on though that was fortunate for her.

“You didn’t think I would notice, did you?” She really didn’t. “I had thought that everyone was oblivious to it and that nobody would ever question it.” She told him and he smiled. “Well here I am.” He said and she chuckled. Finally, she thought. Someone who had a mind and looked closely at things. “Did he promise you money or objects? Anything your little heart desires?” He asked. She shook her head and set down her glass. “Arranged. Something about keeping my father alive and a business deal?” She had humor in her answer and she acted as if it was the most ridiculous thing she’s ever heard of.

“Do you love him?” Michael asked her as he poured the rest of the whiskey from the bottle in his cup. She sat there and thought about the question, did she love him? Or did she train herself to love him? She never seemed to have the option of whether or not she loved him. She stared off as she thought, Michael waiting for her answer. “ I’m his wife so yes but that’s the only reason why.” She tells him. Trained to love him based on their marriage. Thomas wasn’t trained to love her based on their marriage so why was she?

“But you don’t love him for him.” How could she? He cheated on her constantly and was a dangerous man, what was there to love? Michael could tell that she was waiting for someone to see through it and he came just in time. “No, I don’t.” She had never said it outloud and it felt good. She didn’t love Thomas and maybe just maybe this could be her way out. Michael stood up from his chair and walked over to her, slow steps approaching her. “I’m your hero then.” He mumbled as she looked up at him.

She could see herself falling for Michael in another life, maybe even marrying him. He seemed nice and could see through all the bullshit. “Maybe you are.” She whispered and leaned up to him. Their lips barely touch as the thought of Tommy runs through her mind. She was about to cheat on her husband, something she never thought she would do. Michael closed the gap and kissed her and she hated herself for thinking that this kiss was better than any she shared with Tommy.

Tommy left maybe 10 minutes ago with Arthur and John to do whatever it is that they do before killing people. Y/N was barely paying attention anytime they talked about business. She watched him leave before running to Michael’s office. Michael heard the knock and knew that it was her. He smiled before telling her to come in. She opened the door and whatever Michael was working on was not important. Young Love, that’s what this was and has been for months.

Tommy had yet to catch on to their drinking sessions and sex in Michael’s office. He had yet to catch on to the lingering stares and how happy his wife looked over the past months. Michael’s lips touched hers and the world stopped, they were in another universe when they were together while Tommy was out protecting his family that included her. “Does he fuck you as good as I do?” Michael asked as he thrusted inside of her. She could barely speak from the pleasure but managed out, “No never!” She whined but the truth was that Tommy barely touched her. The last time they had sex was way before Michael and her started hooking up.

Tommy didn’t need to have sex with her while he was getting his pleasures from other women. Michael took pride in knowing that he was better at sex than Tommy. Though Y/N couldn’t compare them, she never really had sex with Tommy. Her hands gripped the counter as Michael thrusted in her, both of them being loud as the others should be gone. Should be but Tommy had walked in before the others and heard the noise from Michael’s office.

At first he smirked thinking that Michael was getting it on with some random woman, not his wife. It wasn’t until he heard the scream of Michael’s name that he knew that was his wife. When Arthur and John walked in the two were done. Tommy had a look on his face as his brothers walked in, one that was no good. Arthur asked him what was wrong but Tommy stormed off.

Y/N got dressed and brushed through her hair to make sure it didn’t look messy. “You look great.” He told her and she smiled at him. He walked up to her and kissed her, the kiss was soft and full of love. Love, the word that they had yet to say but both felt regardless of the situation. “I love you.” She said to him. She looked at him and waited for him to say something. “I love you too.” He said and she gave the biggest smile.

She opened the door to her and Tommy’s shared home with a smile on her face. She had been out with Michael all day but they couldn’t act all lovey. That didn’t stop her from being happy as they didn’t have to act like that to be happy. Tommy waited for her with a glass of whiskey as she walked into the house. “Bonnie said he saw you with Michael today.” Tommy said, she nearly jumped at his voice. She saw him with his glass that she was drinking from months ago with Michael. “Yes we were out at the pub.” She told him, which wasn’t a lie. “You guys are close.” “Yeah sure.” The jealousy in his voice couldn’t be ignored. “Close enough that you guys have sex in his office?” She froze at the question, how did he know about that? Who told him that?

He stood from his chair and dropped his glass, the shattering noise did all but break the tension. “How long have you been fucking him?” He asked as he got closer to her. She couldn’t even deny it at this point. “A few months.” She said and he couldn’t believe that she would do that to him. He seemed to forget that he cheated on her a lot and that he didn’t even love her. “Do you love him?” The question brought back the memory of when Michael asked her that. It wasn’t the same situation but the same question. She didn’t have to think about it like she did when Michael asked her. “Yes.” She whispered and looked at her husband. “Yes I do but let’s not stand here and act like you love me so much.” Her voice raised a bit and she took a step closer to him.

“Of course I love you, you’re my wife.” She laughed, right in his face. “Yeah right, Thomas that’s the thing! We don’t love each other for each other , we love each other because we are married, like we were trained to love. I was, not you. You don’t love me at all. You cheat on me too and way more than I have you.” She called him out. “This act, Thomas, it can't go on you and I both know that this marriage was doomed from the beginning. We don’t love each other, we can’t love each other.” Her voice was soft at the end as she looked at him and waited for a response. “So what, you divorce me and marry him?” She sighed and turned away from him.

“Not the point, Thomas.” She felt tears in her eyes as she stared down at her ring, a phony, it meant nothing. She was young when her and Tommy were forced into this marriage and she was still young and had a whole life ahead of her. A life that she wanted with another man. She slid the ring off her finger and turned to Thomas with tears in her eyes. She would hope that was the last time she would have to look at him like that but it wouldn’t be. Years later she would look at him nearly the same way with tears in her eyes at her husband's funeral after he killed him. But she didn’t know that yet, she wasn’t aware of the mistake she had of being tied to the family. She was better off dead than in this family.

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roguerogerss · 1 year ago

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Show You How Much I Love You

Pairing: Michael Gray x Reader

W/C: 3.5k

Warnings: SMUT!!, the second half is just sex, bit of a praise kink, talk of injuries and blood (not related to the smut!)

Description: After Michael gets shot, you’ve been visiting him in the hospital every day. He has a realisation on his last day there, and when you get home, he shows you how much he’s missed you.

(took a lil break from writing tommy all the time - he will be back! promise! - and did a lil spin for michael. i’ve been OBSESSED with both of them recently. so proud of the smut in this bc it’s literally only my second full on smut!!! let me know what u think babes! b back with tommy shtuff sooooon)

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You hated the hospital. The building always smelled of antiseptic, slightly bitter, but with the added scent of artificial fragrance contained in soaps and cleaning products. And what was worse, the smell would linger on your clothes and in your hair, even hours after you'd left, and you'd have to bathe after every time you visited, to avoid going to bed smelling like death.

"Morning, Miss L/N." The nurses had gotten to know you over the last five weeks, and they'd always greet you when you came to visit. As much as you hated the hospital, and it's smell, the nurses made your visits very slightly more bareable.

"Good morning, Margaret." You sighed, smoothing your hair down and fixing the fur collar of your coat. "How is he, today?"

"He's had some great news today, ma'am. I think you'll be delighted." Margaret smoothed a hand over your back and then hurried off, the nurses were always on the run. You wondered what news your boyfriend could possibly have gotten that would've delighted you, considering all you'd had the past five weeks was more death, upset, and terrible news.

You climbed the stairs, still fussing over your hair, and your coat, and pulling out a small, pocket mirror to fix your lipstick in. You always ended up going to the hospital dressed like a model, because Michael had told you the first time that seeing you all dressed up had been the only thing he was looking forward to.

You plucked a cigarette from your pocket, and balanced it between your lips as you reached his room, "Miss L/N! No smoking, please! It's not allowed.", You waved the nurse off.

You took a slow drag from your cigarette, filling your lungs, and then pushed the door to Michael's room open. You beamed when you saw him, standing by his bed, something he hadn't done for the entirety of his time in recovery.

He held his arms out when he saw your smile, smiling himself, as though he was presenting a gift to you. "Well?"

"Oh my God, Michael!" You ran for him, giggling as you did, and you were met with a grunt when you dived into his arms. Michael stumbled backwards slightly as he wrapped his arms around you, before regaining his balance. His chest stung in all the places he'd been shot, but he didn't care too much. You looked so happy, something you hadn't been since finding out about the mafia, and he wasn't going to take that away from you.

"Jesus." He laughed at your excitement, "I'm still sore, sweetheart."

"Sorry, I'm sorry, I'm just...You look so much better."

"I feel better. They've been doing physical therapy the past few days, getting me up on my feet, finally got up on my own today."

"Margaret told me you'd had good news, was it this?"

"This, and," He reached behind him and produced a piece of paper from the bedside cabinet. The words "Discharge Notice" were printed in black at the top of the page. "This."

You gasped, "You're getting out? Today?"

"Yes." He nodded, and you clasped a hand over your mouth, ready to squeal with excitement. Michael interrupted, grasping your wrist between his fingers, "But, love, I'd have to stay with you, so it's only if you'll have me. If it'll be too much of a bother, I can stay here-"

"Michael, don't be daft." You moved your hand from your mouth, to press each palm to Michael's cheeks. "Of course I'll have you. It'd be my pleasure."

He sighed and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you close, so that your noses were touching. "Are you sure? It's not going to be pretty for the first couple of weeks. Changing bandages, cleaning bullet holes-"

"Michael." You interrupted him quickly, thumb swiping over a small, stitched scar on his cheek. "Of course I'm sure. I mean, it was only a matter of time before we moved in together, anyway, wasn't it? I suppose, it's not under the circumstances we'd like it to have been, but I want to do it."

A comfortable silence fell on the room, Michael was simply smiling, green eyes exploring yours. You ran your fingers over the new scars on his face, and found yourself frowning when you reached a particularly deep one, straight through his eyebrow. He breathed out, "I love you, so much."

You'd never heard anyone say anything with such passion, but Michael had never meant something more in his life. Tommy always spoke about feeling like you'd been pardoned by God when you should've died, and everything else being extra, borrowed time. He didn't think he could live another day without helping you to feel exactly how much you meant to him.

"I love you too, Michael." He was hardly listening to you, just thinking about things he needed to say to you.

"More than anything, you know that, don't you?" He continued. You looked at him, eyes full of concern.

"What's going on?" You were convinced there was something really wrong that he wasn't telling you about.

"Nothing's going on, my love." Michael smoothed your hair down comfortingly, chewing on the side of his lip while he thought about what to say next. "I nearly died, Y/N. I should've died, John did, and he didn't get to tell Esmé that he loved her again. I need you to know what you mean to me. Need you to know how much I love you."

He let his forehead fall against yours, sighed, and squeezed his eyes shut. Tears were threatening to fall, and he knew you'd get upset if you saw him cry. But you'd already sensed he was unsettled, and you pressed your lips to his cheek, and then to his nose, and then to his lips, he loved how loving you were.

"I'm going to show you how much I love you, how much you mean to me. As soon as I can, I'll help you around the house, I'll do everything I can for you." He clasped his hands together at the back of your neck, holding you far enough away that he could really look at you, breaths slightly shaky. "And when I'm better, really better, I mean, I want to marry you."

Your eyes widened, you supposed you might've looked scared to anyone who didn't know you too well. "Michael-"

"I'm serious. If I asked you, right now, to be my wife-"

You shook your head, a grin making it's way onto your face now. "Michael-"

"Will you marry me?" He sounded so serious. You'd spoken about getting married before, and you'd both meant what you'd said, but you hadn't expected he'd ask you so soon. You'd been together just over a year, but you were both still young, and nearly four months of your relationship had just been casual nights together.

"Are you proposing to me?" You were really smiling now. As much as you were young, and as much as you hadn't quite expected this, you were excited. Of course you wanted to marry Michael.

"If that's what you want this to be." He was smiling down at you, grasping both of your hands in his own. He’d have gotten down on one knee if he could’ve, and he felt a slight pang of guilt knowing this wasn’t quite the proposal you’d probably hoped for.

But you didn’t care. Growing up, you’d wanted a big wedding, with a big proposal beforehand, but having someone who you loved as much as you loved Michael, he could’ve proposed to you at a funeral and you’d have said yes. “Well, if that's what's happening, then yes."

"You'll marry me?" The surprise in his voice was completely unmasked. He’d had no idea you’d actually say yes.

"Yes. Yes, Michael, I'll marry you." You felt yourself doing a little jump up and down out of excitement.

"Are you serious?"

"Of course I'm serious!"

Michael arms were around your waist, now, picking you up from the ground and kissing you, completely ignoring the burn in his chest. Your lips always felt made for eachother when he kissed you, and this time was no different, if not even better. You hadn’t been kissing him half as much as you normally would, what with everything going on, and it almost felt desperate, needy.

"Tomorrow, I'll go out, and I'll buy you a ring, alright? Tommy owes me money, I'll use that to buy you the biggest one I can find." You laughed at Michael's excitement. "But this is official. We're engaged, love."

"We're engaged." You repeated, tears in your eyes, and let Michael take your face in his hands and kiss you again. You couldn't quite believe what had just happened - truth be told, neither could Michael - and you certainly didn't ever expect it to happen in a hospital room, but you were excited nonetheless.

"Come on, I've got all of my things packed, let's go home."

As soon as you stepped through the door to your apartment, you were apologising to Michael for the "state of the place". You weren't entirely used to having him round, and so felt you had to explain the little messes that you'd often leave laying around.

"Sorry, it's a bit of a mess. I've not been home too often. And it's not as big as yours, I know-"

Michael stopped you before you rambled on about how the fireplace wasn't lit, and you hadn't washed your dishes from that morning, and how you'd left all of your makeup out on the bathroom vanity because you hadn't time to put it away.

"Stop it." He soothed you, pressing a finger to your lips and looking around at your ground floor flat. It certainly wasn't much, but he actually liked your house better than his own. It was smaller, and therefore cozier, and he found the looks he got from neighbours the morning after you'd slept together funny, knowing they'd heard you screaming his name the night before. "It's perfect."

You smiled, half-heartedly, and gestured to the living room doorway, "Here, you can lay down on the sofa, and I can make some lunch. What would you like? Oh, and when do I have to change your bandages, do you remember?" You swung open the kitchen cabinet, searching through the groceries you'd bought the day before. "I'm not sure what I could make. I can go to the store, I think it should still be open-"

"Love, stop." Michael stepped closer to you, hands settling on each of your shoulders. "Just take a minute, calm down, we've got time."

"I know. I know, I just-"

"Don't." He let a hand slip down your arm and into your own, "You've said yes to marrying me today, I'm very much happy dealing with your unwashed dishes, and you can make me lunch any time, now, okay? I'm here to stay."

"Come on, fiancé." Michael grinned at you. "Lay with me, please? Missed you."

You sighed, and turned to close the cabinet door behind you. You were quick to stress yourself out, and normally you'd argue that you couldn't just lay down and forget about the things you needed to do, but you'd missed him too. "Okay."

Michael led you down the hallway and into your bedroom, he'd been here before, but you'd spend most of your time together at his house or at the office, so it felt strange having him in your bedroom. He was one to make himself at home, and today was no different. As soon as he reached your bed, the shirt that he was wearing was unbuttoned and on the floor, and he was sprawled out on top of the sheets, gesturing for you to join him.

You tried to lay down next to him, but he had other plans, hands reaching out to grip your hips and pull you on top of him, one knee on either side of his torso. "Michael!" You giggled.

"Oh, come on. I haven't had any time alone with you in over a month." His hands started to make their way under your dress, and you almost let him, until you snapped back to reality and noticed the bandage wrapped around his body.

"I know." You wanted to, you really wanted to, but you found yourself smacking his hand away before he was able to get past your thigh. "But you're still recovering."

"I'm fit enough." He raised an eyebrow at you, and you were certainly considering it. He could definitely be very convincing, when he wanted to.

"Are you sure?" You stuck your bottom lip out, pouting at him.

"I'm sure, baby." His hands found their way to your waist, and he was looking up at you with what you could only describe as hunger in his eyes, jaw clenched. He made it so hard for you to say no. "Come on, let me prove it to you. Let me show you how much I love you.”

"I don't know, Michael-"

"Please, sweetheart." He interrupted you, "Missed your body. Been so desperate for you."

Hearing him say he was desperate for you had a knot growing in your stomach. You sighed, weighing up the options you had, but ultimately deciding that you'd both be unable to think about anything else if you didn't have sex.

"Okay. Alright, but if you feel like you need to stop, you stop. Okay?"

"I will. Thank you, darling." You could feel him hardening through his trousers, and it had you biting down hard on your lips, having been waiting for this moment to come since he could sit up straight. He'd teased you while in the hospital, talked dirty, touched you every now and again, but it was hard to find a time when a nurse wasn't going to walk in and scold him for being too active, and Polly wasn't going to come in for a visit. "Now, come here."

He pushed himself up, back against the headboard, and dipped his head to connect your lips. It was fast, rough, a clash of teeth and tongue and lips, he'd missed you, and you were making it clear that you'd thought about him for the entire time he'd been in the hospital.

His hands roamed your back, pulling you closer so that you were chest to chest. He could feel his wounds burning when your torso collided with his, but the taste of your lips on his and the feeling of having you so close again quickly dissolved any discomfort he felt.

He was so needy for you, hips bucking upwards to meet yours, hands sliding down to grip your hips, you thought it was the hottest you'd ever seen him. "Fuck, Michael." You gasped out as his lips found your neck, head falling back.

He groaned at the sound of you moaning for him, he'd been waiting to touch you for so long. "Need you, pretty girl. We've got plenty of time for other things later, but I need to be inside you right now."

You didn't need to say another word, you simply nodded and helped him to unbuckle his belt while you hiked your dress up above your waist. His fingers grazed over your lingerie, and you mewled, the feeling almost too much. "Jesus, baby, you're so wet already. Haven't even done anything yet."

"Missed you so much, Michael." You breathed out, an answer to his statement, and simply a statement in itself.

"Missed you too, princess." You loved when he called you pet names.

You watched as he freed himself from his underwear, and his cock sprung up, hard and ready for you. "You're hard already." You mocked his words, and he laughed.

Neither of you wasted any time with foreplay, your panties were ripped off and on the floor with one flick of Michael's wrist, and he was lifting you off of him slightly, and guiding you back down onto his cock.

The feeling of him sliding into you again was euphoric for both of you. You hadn't had sex in more than a month, as opposed to usually being borderline sex addicts, and you knew you wouldn't last long.

You both let out pornographic moans as he bottomed out, Michael's face said it all. His mouth hung open, eyebrows knitted together, eyes wide, you were so tight, he could've came at the feeling of his cock stretching you out.

"Fuck, not gonna last long, honey." His forehead fell against yours and he screwed his eyes shut, just revelling in how good you felt around him. "Are you alright?" He asked, hand holding and stroking your waist lovingly. He was big, and you were so used to him before that you hardly needed any time to adjust, but with being away from eachother for so long, he was almost too much to handle.

"I'm okay. Give me a second. Feel so full." You were breathing heavily, shifting around. It wasn't uncomfortable as such, just a lot to take.

Michael ran his fingers through your hair, soothing you and pressing kisses to your forehead. "Taking me so well, baby. Just take your time."

"Fuck," You moaned, you loved when he was sweet to you in bed. You'd told him months ago that you thought it might've been your biggest turn on. "You can move."

Michael looked up at you, just for an extra check that you were truly alright, and, upon finding no sign that you weren't, bucked his hips up to meet yours. You almost screamed, he knew exactly what spots to hit, and he did every time without fail.

You bounced on him, his hands helping you, lifting you off of him and bringing you straight back down at new angles every time. "You feel so good, Mike."

"Fuck, good girl. That's a good girl." Michael let his forehead drop onto your collarbone, watching your tits bounce up and down. You were so beautiful, he often wondered how he'd gotten so lucky. "Tell me how good I'm making you feel."

"So, so good. Missed your cock so much. Love it so much." Your words were slightly slurred, eyes starting to droop. He loved watching you, how much of a mess you'd get, just from riding his cock.

His hands found your tits, massaging them and twisting your nipples, which always had you screaming for him, and today was no different. "Feel good?"

"Feels fucking amazing." He thrust into you at just the right angle, which had you gasping and digging your nails into his back, leaving little red half moons on his shoulder blades. "Oh, right there, Mike.”

"Shit, baby, are you close?" You were clenching around him so tightly, "Can feel it, you're close."

"I'm so close." You moaned, you were certain your upstairs neighbours would hear you, the walls and ceilings were thin, and Michael was making you yell out in pleasure.

"Me too. Almost there, sweetheart. Hang on for me." He increased his speed, making it even harder for you to hold on, and making your moans fall from your lips even louder than before.

"I don't think I can, Mike." Your legs were shaking like crazy, and you could feel his dick tensing inside of you. You needed to come so badly.

"I said hold on. You can hold it." His face was stern as he said it, dominant side coming out as he grabbed your hips and slammed you down onto him, bucking his hips at the same time. He was going to make this so good for you.

"Fuck, Michael, please." You threw your head back. You felt his cock twitch, and a loud moan come from him, he was going to come.

"Alright, baby, come. Come with me."

Your throat was hoarse from moaning as loudly as you were, but it didn't stop you from screaming his name as your walls tightened around him and you came undone. The feeling of his cum painting your insides never got old, always made you feel like you could go at least another few rounds.

"Oh my God." You panted, collapsing onto his chest as he lay back on the bed. You both lay there, breathing heavily, sweaty messes, for a few minutes. You didn't think you could move very far, your legs were shaking against him.

"Jesus, have I missed this." Michael kissed the top of your head through quick, harsh breaths.

"I've missed this so much." You agreed, heart pounding.

You lifted your head, just enough to see that there were a few speckles of blood seeping through the bandage that was wrapped around his torso. "You're bleeding, baby. Are you alright?"

"I'm fine." He nodded, and reached over to your bedside cabinet to grab the small alarm clock that sat there. It read two o’clock. Michael grinned at you.

"Time to change the bandages."

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