#I’ve never written so much smut than I have now😩

[stranger-nightmare]

𝐈 𝐓𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩

Pairing: Druig x (female) Reader

Summary: An intimate moment with Druig where he wants to watch you 👀

Warnings: pure smut, pwp, masturbation, voyeurism, oral (female receiving), orgasm control / denial paired with mind control, slightly non-con I guess?, penetrative sex (m+f), Druig being smug and cocky bc I consider that to be a warning😌 minors DNI

A/N: we’re severely lacking in Druig fics rn so I’m giving it a go! This idea popped into my head pretty much as soon as I left the cinema and it’s filthy lmao sorry. Also clearly forehead touching is a thing for me now, Drukkari have me so whipped😩

Please note this is my first time ever posting anything I’ve written so please be nice. Hope you enjoy!

This is for people 18+ only. Minors do not read on. If you click ‘keep reading’ you are hereby agreeing that you are 18 or older.

It started how it always does: Druig catches your stare lingering on him, on his body. The way your eyes drag across his build, absent-mindedly chewing on your bottom lip. He doesn’t even need to use his powers to know what’s going through your mind. As always, he’s more than happy to oblige. And that’s how you, again, found yourself pinned to the wall in Druig’s room.

Your lips were intertwined in a frenzy of heated kisses. It didn’t take long for him to open your mouth with his own, sliding his tongue against yours. The sheer force of his kiss forced your head back against the wall. His strong torso secured you in that position, almost crushing you in his desperation to be as close to you as possible. His hands were currently cupping your face, keeping you in position and completely at his mercy. His one hand then trailed slowly down your neck, to your chest, over your breast, heaving up and down with your ragged breathing. Druig continued to drag his hand further and further down, grazing the waistband of your trousers. He pushes his fingers just under band, running his hand from one side to other, and back again. You could feel him smirk against your lips as he pulled his hand, and his mouth, away from you.

A sad whimper leaves your lips as he leans back, still keeping you in place by pinning you with his hips against the wall. You open your eyes to see him staring at you with the cockiest grin on his face.

“What? Why did you stop?” you cry breathlessly. You reach to pull his mouth back down to yours again but he remains firmly planted where he is, staring so intensely at you you think you might melt.

“I want to try something” he whispers.

Your eyes search his face, trying to see what exactly he’s got in mind. He smirks once again before leaning forward, just missing your awaiting lips to brush his own on the corner of your mouth. The passionate frenzy from seconds prior is suddenly replaced by a quiet and yet powerful intensity. His lips move slowly across your cheek, down to your jaw, to your throat, your collarbones. Gentle, featherlight brushes of his lips searing into your skin. You sigh and roll your head to the side, allowing him better access to your neck. He used this opportunity to trail his mouth back up your neck until he is right beside your ear, his lips just touching the edge of your earlobe.

“I want to watch you” he hums, pulling back slightly to to look down at you again.

“What?”

“I want to watch you” he repeats. “I want to watch you touch yourself.”

The way he’s looking at you, his words, his filthy request, it all goes straight to your core. With almost numb legs you allow Druig to escort you over to his bed. You climb onto the mattress, back leaning against the headboard. Druig’s eyes never leave yours as he walks back round to sit on a chair situated at the foot of the bed, giving him the perfect view of you. He leans back in his chair and you take this as the signal to begin.

You lock eyes with him as you drag your hands down your body, grabbing the hem of your shirt before pulling it over your head and tossing it aside. You then make quick work of reaching behind you to undo your bra, which swiftly joins your shirt on the floor. You just about hear the sharp intake of breath from Druig as his eyes shift to your exposed breasts. You once again rake your hands down your body, stopping briefly to knead at your own breasts a couple of times. A small smirk plays on your lips as you see the effect you’re having on Druig. You can tell he’s painfully hard as he palms the bulge in his dark jeans. Your hands go back up to caress your neck one more time before you curl your fingers to deliberately drag your nails down your front, leaving angry red scratches all the way from your neck down to your navel. The quiet “fuck” that leaves his mouth when he sees the marks on you let’s you know you’re heading in the right direction. You really were starting to enjoy this now.

You proceed to make swift work of removing both your trousers and underwear but you ensure to tuck your legs together, denying Druig the pleasure of seeing you just for a moment longer. You then make sure to lock eyes with him once again as you shift to part your legs, completely exposing yourself to him. The satisfied groan that leaves his mouth and the way his eyes drink in the sight of you almost have you cumming right there and then.

“Go on, my love. Touch yourself. Show me how you like it” he demands.

Maintaining eye contact you move your right hand down between your thighs. You swipe your middle finger through your already soaked folds. A quick gasp escapes you as you finally brush against your aching clit. Collecting your juices you add your index finger to the mix and slowly begin circling your clit. You can’t help the content sighs that leave your lips as you do so. Your other hand goes up to grope at your breast as you continue your slow circles. Your hips begin to buck in time with the movement of your fingers. It’s not long before the impatience grabs you and you begin to quicken your pace. You fight to keep your eyes open, focused on Druig as he continues to palm himself through the fabric of his jeans.

“Fuck you look amazing like this” he murmurs, his cock twitching in his pants. “Nonetheless I want you stop before you cum, you hear me?”

You nod absent-mindedly, the command not fully registering with you as you continue to work yourself into a state of pure pleasure. You can start to feel the pressure building in the pit of your stomach and you desperately reach for it. You feel the empty ache in your core, wishing you had something to fill you up, but you continue to make do with your fingers frantically circling your clit. Your moans start to get louder, your other hand digging roughly into the flesh of your breast, your nails leaving deep marks in your skin. You feel your orgasm incoming, once again forcing your eyes open to gaze at Druig. His name is on the tip of your lips just as you’re about to go over the edge.

And that’s when you see Druig smirk and his eyes light up gold.

Suddenly you find yourself taking your hand away from your core, your orgasm retreating as you whine incredulously. You pant heavily as you glare at Druig, your hand somehow stuck beside you instead of between your legs where you wanted it.

“W- why? Why did you do that?” you exhale through your heavy breathing.

His smirk only grows as he states “I told you to stop. I told you to touch yourself, I never said to actually make yourself cum.”

Your about to protest when he finishes by clarifying “that’s a job for me, I think.”

He stands, pulling off his shirt at the same time. He unbuttons his jeans as he takes the few steps to the edge of the bed. He leaves his jeans open, just revealing a patch of his pants underneath. You feel the mattress dip slightly as he kneels at the edge of the bed, before slowly crawling up the remaining the space until he climbs on top of you. He leans his face close into yours, for heads almost touching, his strong arms braced on either side of you. His eyes flash gold again and you feel yourself involuntarily lifting the hand that had previously been between your legs. That cocky grin returns as your hand finds its way to his face, and your two fingers find their way into his mouth.

You stare mesmerised, your mind and body completely surrendered to his power as he sucks your slick from your fingers. You feel your body go slack against the bed as his eyes dim down, regaining their natural colour. He gives you no time to recover as he quickly recaptures your lips with his. The fiery frenzy from before finally returning. He doesn’t kiss you too long though before he dips his head to latch his lips onto your neck, this time the featherlight brushing of lips is replaced with harsh nipping and sucking as he leaves his marks across your body. He continues this down the length of your body, following the red scratches left by your own hands just minutes previous.

Your hips buck upwards in anticipation as he approaches your navel. He continues to tease you by kissing down your side, over your hip bone, and down to your thighs. He grabs your left leg and swings it over his shoulder, continuing his attack on your skin, sucking bruising marks into your inner thighs. He teases you relentlessly, kissing right up to the apex of your thigh before skipping straight over your aching centre to continue nipping at your other leg.

“Druig” you whine. “Please…please” you plead with him. He simply answers with a small chuckle before he finally latches his mouth right where you want him.

No more teasing, he delves straight for your clit and sucks it into his mouth, massaging it with his tongue. He works you relentlessly, seemingly to make up for all the previous teasing. You can’t help yourself as your hips buck again and your head is thrown back, the pure bliss of the pleasure his mouth is giving you almost too much. That beautiful pressure starts to slowly build in the pit of your stomach but again the feeling of still being empty returns. Whether Druig actually read your mind or was just able to read your body remained to be seen, but suddenly you felt him push one, and then two fingers into your entrance. A ecstatic moan passes from your lips as he gives you exactly what you want, exactly what your body was craving. He pushes them in slowly, up to the knuckle, before scissoring them open inside of you. He repeats this action a few times before switching to curling his fingers forward, brushing the exact right spot inside you that has you absolutely squirming on the mattress. All the while his tongue continues to furiously work at your clit. Your close now, and he can tell.

His lifts his mouth briefly to instruct you to look at him. “Look at me, my love. I want to see you cum, I want to watch what I do to you.”

You lift you head up to look down at him in an attempt to obey his instruction, but the pleasure is almost too much, you can’t help but squeeze your eyes shut as you feel your incoming orgasm fast approaching.

Your eyes suddenly seem to open on their own accord and it’s quickly apparent why; Druig’s eyes are once again shining that beautiful gold. You want to reprimand him, tell him it’s unfair to use his powers on you like that. But all thoughts leave your head as you finally cum with a last curl of his fingers and lap of his tongue. That damn smirk of his returning as he watches with satisfaction as you clench around his fingers, fully riding out your orgasm.

“Good girl” he praises cockily as you attempt to regain control over your heavy breathing. It’s in vain though as the next second Druig is moving up your body again to place his mouth on yours. Again opening your mouth with his own, shoving his tongue against yours, making sure you get a good taste of yourself.

He continues to kiss you, feeing the bed shift beneath you you paw at his bare chest as he works to finally remove his jeans and pants, at last freeing his aching cock.

You go to reach for him but he simply grabs your hand and pins it back down to the mattress. Another whine almost escapes you as he shushes you quietly, his lips against the shell of your ear.

He begins that featherlight tracing of your skin with his lips once again as you finally feel the head of his dick brush against your folds. He rubs his dick up and down your folds twice, gathering the wetness there, before slowly sinking into you. He pauses at your sharp intake of breath, the sensation of him finally being inside you almost overwhelming. But you place your forehead against his, looking up into his eyes, and nod gently to signal for him to continue. He does so immediately, pushing into you to the hilt. He begins a languid pace of thrusting into you, your foreheads never breaking contact.

“You going to be a good girl and keep your eyes open for me this time? Or will I have to make you again?” He narrows his eyes at you, allowing them to flash gold briefly to emphasise his point.

He speeds up his pace and pushes bruising fingertips into your hip. He pinches your hip at the same time he goes “hmm?”, demanding you answer his command.

“Y-yes” you sigh.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes. I’ll keep my eyes open, Druig” you voice falters on his name as he thrusts deep and hard, right into that spot inside you that makes you see stars.

“Good” and with that he shoves his other hand down between your legs to play with you clit. The sensations inside you build quickly, your fast approaching another orgasm, but this time you’re determined to keep your eyes open for him, you don’t think you could stand him suddenly pulling away at the last second as punishment for disobeying his command. With your foreheads still touching you rolled your head up slightly so that your lips could touch his again. The kiss is only brief before you have to pull away and put all your focus into keeping your eyes on him.

“Come on baby, I can feel your close. You’re almost there, just keep your eyes on me” he coos.

And with that your climax hits you, clenching around him. And this time you were sure to keep your eyes on him as your mouth falls open and you moan quietly.

“Fuck, now that’s exactly what I wanted to see” he groans as he finally stills and cums inside you, your clenching pussy and flushed face pushing him over the edge. He squeezes his eyes shut and tucks his head into neck as he does so.

Once you both come down from your highs he lifts his head again to place his forehead on yours. You stay like this for a little while, your bodies connected, your breath mixing. All too soon, though, he pulls out and gets off the bed, but not before placing a kiss to your temple and whispering a quick “good girl” in your ear.

He grabs a towel from somewhere in the room and cleans himself off before heading over to you and gently wiping you down. He grabs himself a pair of boxers and pulls them on before proceeding to give you the shirt he was wearing earlier. Druig walks back round to the bed to settle in beside you. You lay on your backs next to each other with only your heads turned so they just barely touched once again.

You hear him chuckle gently beside you. “Why are you pouting my love?” He questions you.

“It’s not fair. You using your power to force me to look at you whilst I came. You didn’t even award me the same curtesy” you huff dramatically.

He laughs quietly again as he gazed into your eyes again. He raises his hand to tuck a strand of hair behind you ear and rest his palm on your face, thumb stroking your cheek.

“Next time, my beautiful beautiful y/n. Next time.”

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A/N: I have another Druig oneshot in the works rn, a little bit more angsty than this one so please be sure to follow me to see when it’s posted! Anyway I hope you enjoyed this!

See my other Druig oneshot here (smut, minors DNI)

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Make-Up Sex

Dom!Valkyrie x Fem!reader

a/n: Hi everyone! I felt like I haven't written a really spicy story in a while so here's something fun and also new...if you saw one of my previous posts, I am now also taking Valkyrie requests! So...enjoy the first of I'm sure many to come. Also am I the only one who’s been literally THIRSTING so bad for her? I’m sure I’m not lmao but DAMN is she FINE😩😫

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Summary: Story takes place in New Asgard (TLAT SPOILER FREE!) you and V get into a fight and I'd say it has a very happy ending.

Warnings: SMUT!, 18+ only, fingering, eating out, strap, a lot of filth.

Word Count: 2264 Words

Request: (Anon) dom!valkyrie x fem!reader with absolute filthy smut. Like they have a fight about something they don't even remember anymore and they make it up with aggressive sex.

“You’re fucking kidding me right V?” You snap at her after what seemed like hours of you two fighting over the same thing again and again.

“Love, seriously it is nothing. Jane only has eyes for Thor, it’s very obvious.”

“That’s not my point. You can’t just be blatantly flirting with her when we’re together.”

“Y/N, you need to stop being so anxious, there’s nothing to be worried about.”

“How am I supposed to believe that even for a minute if you can’t stop fucking looking at her? Yeah,” You scoff, “ I see your eyes wandering up and down her body every time she walks into the room. The stupid fucking smirk that comes across your face with it too.”

Valkyrie rolls her eyes at you as she pours out a generous glass of scotch for herself.

“Look, I’m not “eye fucking” anyone.” She says as her hands draw overly dramatic air quotes. “I’m just doing it to mess with Thor, the same way he did to me when the two of us started dating.”

A confused look crossed your face. “What’re you even talking about?”

“Really.” Valkyrie says with a smug look. 

You raise your eyebrows in her direction with a slight shoulder shrug. 

“All he did was hit on you when I first brought you home. It took me months to get him to stop, I’m just playing around now…getting my revenge.” She says with a cocky wink. 

You just roll your eyes and turn around heading for the door.

“Wait! Where you going?” She runs up behind you, grabbing your shoulder

“Fuck off V. I can’t do this right now.” “Y/N, love, it’s just for jokes.”

“Was it really a fucking joke when you told her how hot she looked today? As if I don’t realize how hot she looks, much better than I do every day. Was it really a joke when you talk to her about how you’d treat her better than Thor can? That shit hurts Val. I’m sorry but I can’t do this right now.”

“Shut up.”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me, shut up. Don’t ever tell me anyone is hotter than my girlfriend ever again.”

“You’re THE ONE WHO SAID IT.”

“I never EVER said she was hotter than you. I gave her a small compliment, besides that’s not the point nobody is fucking hotter than you. You are the most drop-dead GORGEOUS woman I’ve ever met and trust me I’ve travelled the nine realms, I should know.”

What she did had you enraged but all the words coming out of her mouth just made you fall that much more for her.

You could feel your heart pounding out of your chest as your eyes scan her face, not sure where they should land after hearing what she just said. As your gaze settles on her lips you push yourself into her, crashing your lips into hers in one swift motion. As your tongues fight for dominance, your knee is slowly grinding against her, making her squirm underneath you. You feel Valkyrie’s breath hitch as you smirk into your kiss. You feel her hands grab you, quickly turning both your bodies so you’re shoved against the wall as she looks down at you with a smile. Her one hand has a forceful grip around your neck, slowing down your breathing. 

“Awe look at you princess. You’re so cute when you think you’re the one in control.”

A small gulp pushes itself down your throat that she felt pass by her tight grip. Your eyes were locked on hers for a moment as you feared what was going to happen next. 

Valkyrie’s hand releases you as her mouth starts leaving a trail of kisses down your neck. Some of them were more bites than kisses, leaving dark purple marks all over you. 

“I’m gonna fucking ruin you gorgeous.” She growled into your ear. You felt your knees weaken at her words and a pathetic whine escapes your lips. 

Valkyrie takes a small bite of your lower lobe as she pulls away, looking at you again, admiring you and thinking of all the things she was about to do to you. 

Your eyes trail down to Val’s pants as a noticeable bulge catches your eye…she was packing.

Before your eyebrows had the chance to even raise, you felt her hand come under your chin and pull your face up to lock eyes with her. “Uh uh uh princess, not yet. Be patient my love, there are lots of things I want to do to you first.”

She knew how much it bothered you when she calls you princess and yet she will continue to do it just to ensure you were frustrated. 

Valkyrie’s hands trailed down your body, eventually hooking a finger into the waistband of your pants pulling you away from the wall and over to her thrown. 

“Strip.” She says as her eyes attempt to undress you before you got the chance.

“Sit.” She towered over you as you sat on her throne, vulnerable to anyone who could walk into the room at any moment. 

“You’ve been bad beautiful,” V says as her arms cross and one eyebrow raises at you. 

“How many times do we have to do this until you realize there’s no need to be jealous of anyone else?” Valkyrie gets down on her knees and starts leaving kisses along the outside of your thighs.

Feeling a little cocky you look at her and regretfully opened your mouth, “already on your knees for me your majesty?”

A head tilt followed by a low chuckle, V immediately gets up yanking you off the chair so quickly you nearly fell over. If it wasn’t for her pulling you back towards her and wrapping her other arm around your waist you would be laying on the floor. Your chests pressed up against one another, the cold of her armour touching your bare skin, sending shivers down your back. 

“What did you just say to me, darling?”

You knew better than to open your mouth again but was it ever fun to challenge Valkyrie’s dominance over you. You just knew that she would punish you for whatever you said or did if it was anything but obeying her every word. 

“Down.” She says putting her hand on your shoulder, pushing you down to your knees. Val’s hands were occupied with her belt buckle as you looked up at her with innocent eyes and concern for what was going to happen next. 

“How about, we put that pretty little mouth of yours to work so it doesn’t get you in any more trouble hmm?” She says with a smirk as her hand takes a fist full of your hair, slowly lowering your lips down onto her strap. Your breathing slows as you take in less air with her not letting go of you. “Look at me princess while you suck my cock.”

Your eyes dart up to her face as your lips start to go numb from the motion and friction against the silicone. Valkyrie continues to make your head bob up and down as her hand pulls your hair and uses it to push you further down on her cock. 

“Have you learned your lesson yet love?” She says loosening her grip on you and slowly caressing your cheek with your mouth still full of her dick. 

Maintaining the same eye contact, you slowly nod your head at her as a smirk comes across her face. 

“Come,” she says, offering her hand out to you to pull you off the ground. 

“Since you were such a good girl, taking all of daddy’s cock, you get to sit and enjoy me doing something for you now.” She says gesturing towards the throne again as you take your seat. 

Valkyrie spreads your legs and without wasting time allows her fingers to run up your folds which to nobody’s surprise were soaked. “Someone’s quite excited.” She says with a smirk. You were about to roll your eyes at her when the shudder of pleasure shot up your body at the feeling of one of her fingers entering you. Your mouth opened to let out a moan that didn’t want to come out as your head flew backwards, eyes closed as your body filled with pure ecstasy. 

“F-fuck V.” You groaned out as another one of her fingers entered into you. 

Val was slowly increasing the speed of her fingers as her tongue found its rightful place drawing circles on your clit causing you to squirm under her touch. Valkyrie can’t help but smile when she looks up at you, seeing how pretty you look with your eyes shut and head thrown back trying to swallow the moans she’s creating. 

With all the teasing and tension between the two of you, it makes sense how quickly you were ready to cum. Your hips started bucking up and down on her mouth. 

“V— I think I’m getting close.” 

You feel Valkyrie insert a third finger and her arm starts pumping in and out of you as fast as she can as her tongue draws figure eights on your clit. Your hips are bucking into the air as you cum all over her face, pushing her fingers deeper inside of you. 

Everytime she makes you cum she has the most devilish smile on her face. Once you came down from your high, you felt her lips on yours again. 

“Do you like how you taste princess?” She whispers into your kiss. 

Fuck you nearly melted right then and there. 

You nodded in response to her question as you pulled away from her face. 

“I’m not quite done with you yet, love.” She says, pulling away and offering her hand to help you up. As you stand, you almost topple over from how weak your legs felt post-orgasm. Valkyrie chuckles watching you struggle to stand. 

“Allow me.” She says as you wrap your arms around her neck and jump up to wrap your legs around her waist. She carried you over to the wall, backing you up against it as she slowly lowered you down onto her strap, giving you enough time to adjust. 

You let out a loud moan when her tip entered you as your pussy stretched to take her full length. Fuck was this hot. She has done many…many things to you before but holding you up, fucking you against a wall? That’s new. 

Valkyrie watched your face as you moaned in pleasure from her cock slowly going in and out of you. Your pussy soaked her cock as she continued to pound into you. Small whimpers falling from your lips only made her thrust into you faster. Her head would lean into the crevice of your neck, panting as she pounded you. 

You could feel yourself nearing the edge again just from her movement, your clit was pulsating, begging to be touched. 

“Val, I think I’m going to cum again.” You mumble. 

“Not yet princess.” She replies. 

A groan falls from your mouth at the sudden absence of her dick. Valkyrie lightly lets your legs fall to the ground and brings you over to the conference table, pushing on your upper back, forcing you to bend over it. She grabs one of your thighs, pulling it up so your knee is resting on the table top. You feel her lick a strip up and down your pussy followed by the tip of her cock slowly teasing your entrance. The small bit of attention your clit got for her mouth was almost enough to push you over the edge but you knew there would be consequences if you came after she told you not to. 

After a few seconds of your folds being teased, you feel her push into you, taking all 8 inches at once you let out a loud groan. Val held down your leg for leverage as she pounded your pussy, you could hear how wet you were with every thrust into you. 

“V— please. I am so close, I don’t know how much longer I can hold it for.” You say clenching yourself around her cock. You feel her bring a hand down onto your ass cheek as you wince in pain. 

No response as she continues to increase her pace at which she’s thrusting into you. 

Her thrusts are getting sloppy and breathing is shallow. “You ready to cum for me princess?” 

“Yes, daddy, please let me cum for you.”

“Cum for me, gorgeous.” 

Finally, you release all over her cock, as your hands try to grab onto the mahogany table she had you bent over. You screaming her name as her thrusts slow down and your legs stop shaking. 

Valkyrie slowly pulls her length out of you and before you had the energy to lift yourself up and turn around to look at her, she already had her pants up and her belt being done up. It didn’t even look like she just fucked the hell out of you but holy shit did you look ruined. She just looks at you with a smirk as you try to fix your hair and compose yourself as you scan the room for where your clothing ended up. 

“Did you learn your lesson princess?” She asks with a smirk. “Or will I have to teach it again later tonight?” 

Her cocky attitude always worked on you and only the gods knew you were ready to run your mouth again later once you could walk straight.

-- The End --

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[runnning-outof-time]

Note: this fic includes 18+, NSFW content!

Ok so I’m literally not exaggerating when I say that I’ve already read this like 5 times. I cannot get enough. This piece is absolutely amazing!!

I feel so honored that you decided to take part in my celebration, and now I have this fic from you that I feel like is specially written for me to read and fawn over for the rest of my life ☺️💕

I’m gonna put the rest of this under the cut because I’ve, once again, written an essay haha

Ok so first things first...I love how you’ve set this up. Showing the difference in how Tommy treated her from before the war to after really played big into the ending of the story, and I’m happy that you set it up and showed that past story to us. I also like that she’s very bright and has skills that help her succeed at the betting shop — like she’s really been hired on because of her smarts instead of just being another body in the room.

Now going back to how you’ve described the shift in how Tommy acted after the war. This paragraph: He no longer gave you weird looks. In fact, he didn't look at you at all. He didn't look at anyone anymore. Not properly, anyway. It was as though there were walls up, barriers. Blockades that not even Polly could penetrate. He'd built a fortress around himself, and no one had the keys to unlock it. really messed me up because of how beautifully it’s written. It’s so perfectly stated and I really think it describes how we see Tommy in season 1 to a t.

And then we get into the night that it happened...😏

First off...I should NOT have found this: "Scars and freckles, interesting combination," line as attractive, if that’s even the right word, as I did. Idk why but it just really got me goin’ 😂😂

Then you go in to beautifully describing something that I didn’t know that I’ve wanted to do until now: giving Tommy Shelby a massage. Like 😩😩😩 it’s now a dream that’s been added to a very long list haha — thank you for that 😆

This: His eyes fluttered open, and they found yours again. The walls were down, and you saw them properly for the first time. An innocent blue replacing their usual intense darkness. was also very beautifully written and it, much like how you’ve described Tommy before and after the war, subtly played into the overall theme(?), idea(?) of the story that you were conveying.

Don’t get me started with the smut in this...🥵🥵🥵 how you have the ability to write topics like that so beautifully never ceases to amaze me. You literally do it better/more tastefully than some authors of books I’ve read. I know that I’d never be able to, so that’s why I don’t even try and I just leave up to you!! But my goodness...I have no words 😩🤤🥵

And then...last, but not least, THIS final dialogue sequence had me just about crying from it’s softness/sweetness: "You really are magical..." He smiled, kissing the top of you r head. ... "Why?" ... "I don't hear the shovels..." ... You looked up at him and stroked his cheek, kissing his lips tenderly. ... "One day I'll tell you. I'll tell you everything," he said, rolling his nose affectionately over yours. ... "Why me?" ... "Because you're the only one who noticed." Like I’m being completely serious here...you could not have ended in any better way than that. Just pure perfection. Also, It was in my like second or third time reading that I picked on the overarching theme of her being the one that ‘noticed’ his changes and how he’s been affected by the war from the start and when I picked up on that, it made this ending so much more soft and special for me.

This was an absolute MASTERPIECE!! Again, I feel so honored that you decided to join in and write this for my celebration. 🥰😘❤️

p.s: I have not edited this comment so I am sorry for the errors that it surely has haha

Easing the Tension - Tommy Shelby X Fem!Reader

Prompt - "Why're you looking at me like that?"

For @runnning-outof-time and her epic Milestone Challenge!

Warning - enemies to lovers / smut

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He was always a dick as a teenager. The biggest dick you knew. All the way through your childhood he relentlessly teased you, mocked you, gave you weird looks as he walked past you. A dick, yes. A handsome, enigmatic, charismatic dick who had a hold over you he'd never know.

But since he returned from France, you noticed a change. A dramatic change. Not all the time, and certainly not when he was around his family, but when he was alone in his office at the betting shop on Watery Lane? You noticed.

You started working there when the boys left for war. Polly Gray was looking for someone to help look after the books. You were skilled in numeracy thanks to your father being a mathematics teacher, and you were one of the few people, especially women, in Small Heath who could read and write.

You'd proven your worth, and successfully earned the trust of the Shelby boys when they returned from war six months ago. Tommy, despite not being the eldest, had taken a strong lead in the family. Owed in part to his leadership in France, outranking both brothers. Arthur wasn't happy, but even he couldn't deny his younger brother was a born leader.

And you? You found yourself looking at Tommy more often. He was different. He no longer teased you or mocked you. He no longer gave you weird looks. In fact, he didn't look at you at all. He didn't look at anyone anymore. Not properly, anyway. It was as though there were walls up, barriers. Blockades that not even Polly could penetrate. He'd built a fortress around himself, and no one had the keys to unlock it.

You slept at their house on numerous occasions due to Polly's penchant for getting you drunk on a Friday night, listening to the gramophone while the two of you and Ada danced like idiots around the living room. The boys would be at the Garrison, and would stumble home at midnight before collapsing into their beds. Your bed was in a tiny box room next to Tommy's, and you often heard him wake, screaming, two or three times in the night. Despite how he'd treated you before the war, you wished you had the courage to go into his room. Hold him, calm him... But you never did. You just lay there, listening to him, waiting for the quiet so you knew he was sleeping again.

Only to wake another hour later.

And again an hour after that.

His room had an outside wall one side, and your bedroom the other. No one else would've heard him. And he would have no idea that you knew, either.

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In the early hours of Saturday morning, you realised sleep was impossible. A combination of the whiskey last night and the disturbed sleep listening to Tommy's nightmares.

You sat at the kitchen table alone with a coffee around 3:30am. The rest of the house was still fast asleep.

Tommy entered the kitchen, but he didn't say anything. Walked past you to the cabinet and poured a whiskey for himself. Silently sipping it as he stood at the counter, his back to you. You couldn't take your eyes off him, the stiffness of his back, the rigidness of his shoulders. The tension simply radiated from him.

"Why're you looking at me like that?" He asked, suddenly, still not turning around.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to stare..."

"You always stare at me. You look at me like I'm some kind of wounded dog waiting to be put out of my misery."

You didn't answer, but you didn't stop staring either. You couldn't.

He turned around, and his eyes locked with yours.

"You're too tense to sleep, aren't you?" you asked, he didn't respond.

"Sit down, Thomas," you stood up and offered him your seat. He scrunched his eyebrows in confusion but you weren't letting up so he sat down. You stretched your hands and fingers, before gently placing them either side of his neck. He flinched at the contact, before your voice shhed him and your fingers began to press into his shoulders.

After a few minutes, you felt him relax. Your hands rolled over his shoulders and neck, squeezing and kneading the flesh. His head lolled forwards, allowing you easier access to his muscles at the bottom of his neck.

"It's easier if you remove your shirt?" You commented, a slight smile on your lips as he lifted the garment over his head. Your fingers went back to work, kneading and pressing everywhere you felt a knot.

"Scars and freckles, interesting combination," you smirked. His shoulders jumped as he chuckled, soon replaced by a deep groan as you found an exceptionally sized knot in his spine, unravelling it with your knuckles easily.

"Your hands are fucking magical," he leaned forward and your hands moved lower, almost to his waist. He was now leaning over the table, his head resting in his arms as your hands squeezed his flesh expertly. After thirty minutes, he was breathing easier, calmer, he could've been asleep... You stopped and taking a seat next to him stroked over his cheek gently. His eyes fluttered open, and they found yours again. The walls were down, and you saw them properly for the first time. An innocent blue replacing their usual intense darkness.

"Do you want to talk about it?" You asked quietly, still stroking his cheek. He shook his head.

"Do you want to go back to bed?" He nodded, and you took his hand. He let you lead the way, and you opened his bedroom door. Heading inside, he climbed in and you went to place the covers over him before he stopped you.

"Stay with me..." He whispered. You went to protest, but the gentle grip on your wrist told you it was a battle you'd lose anyway. You climbed into the single bed next to him and he opened his arm for you to lay on, the pillow too small for two heads. The feel of his hand stroking your arm, his lips against your forehead, the heat of his breath against your skin. You found yourself looking upwards at him, and after a few moments of visible contemplation on his face, he kissed you. A soft, gentle kiss that you found surprisingly easy to reciprocate.

His hand held your cheek tenderly as the kiss deepened. His tongue gently sweeping across yours. Your body was moving of its own accord now, and you were suddenly on top of him. Straddled over his mid section, you could feel the hard length of his arousal pressed between your legs.

"YN..."

"Shh, don't talk, just lay back. Let me ease the last of that tension away..."

Your nightgown already hitched over your waist, you reached down and slid his shorts down. Sliding your panties to one side, you rolled your folds over his shaft. Watching his face contort in pleasure, your wet folds glided over him easily. Reaching between you, you stood his cock upright and sank onto him slowly. His hands moved to your waist, trying to take control, but you pulled them away.

"Not tonight," you gasped, feeling him fill you completely. Buried deep inside your wet walls.

Your hips rolled back and forth, a steady, gentle but firm rhythm, and you had no intention of speeding up.

"That's it... Relax Tommy..."

"One day I'll tell you. I'll tell you everything," he said, rolling his nose affectionately over yours.

He was silent other than his breathing - heavy but calm. He didn't move, allowing you full control. His hands holding yours as you used them for leverage. Your head fell back as his cock found that sweet spot inside, and you focussed your hip movements to keep it hitting that same spot over and over. Not too fast, just a gentle rocking motion that had his abdomen clenching, you could feel his cock throbbing inside you letting you know he was close.

"Not yet Tommy, not just yet.. I'll let you cum, just hold on for me..."

"I always have..."

You looked down and met his gaze again, his eyes moving from your face, down your still clothed body, and back up again. The flickering of his eyelids had you coming undone, his mouth hanging open slightly, deep breaths from his lips. You felt your orgasm building, and rocked your hips just a little quicker.

"Cum for me Tommy..."

He nodded, and his eyes squeezed shut, a low groan leaving his chest, his toned stomach clenching, his fingers locked with yours. His eyes flew open suddenly with the force of his release, locked onto yours as you came with him, his seed filling you sending you over into the abyss.

Once you'd calmed, and his cock finished pulsing, you climbed off him and lay back at his side, his arm over your shoulders again as you snuggled into his chest. Your fingers tracing over his chest, watching the rise and fall of it as his breathing calmed.

"You really are magical..." He smiled, kissing the top of you r head.

"Why?"

"I don't hear the shovels..."

You looked up at him and stroked his cheek, kissing his lips tenderly.

"Why me?"

"Because you're the only one who noticed."