A Helpful Ally || Tommy Shelby X Fem!reader

A Helpful Ally || Tommy Shelby x fem!reader

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Summary: After yet another "disagreement" with people he "works with", Tommy meets you on his way home, already knowing that you will not let him handle things on his own.

Warnings: none

Word count: 740

Authors: Bear & Cass

A/N: today’s prompt: Recovery

As a result of yet another fight he had gotten into, Tommy had an intense pain in the side of his chest. Normally, he would not have gotten to your place, but he met you on the street on his way home and after being asked too many questions, he agreed to follow you to your house. "I told you, Y/N, I'm fine, it's nothing."

"No, Tom. I'm done with your excuses. Get inside on your own, or I'll drag you in myself," you growled, frustrated with his nonsense. It was obvious he didn't look good, yet he remained stubborn, as always.

With a loud sigh and rubbing his temple, Tommy stepped into your flat and slowly took his thick, black coat off, hanging it on a wooden hanger standing by the door.

"Tommy, you look like shit this time. What happened?" You asked as you walked into the bathroom to get whatever you needed.

"Just a little disagreement," he told you simply, and headed to your living room.

As you grabbed a bottle of whiskey for him, you muttered, "Little you say? It looks like a big argument where you got beaten up to me." Tommy took a seat on a couch and followed you with his blue eyes. "Might be considered a big disagreement."

"Undress," you ordered, handing him the bottle.

He accepted the bottle but put it on a coffee table standing in front of the couch. "I don't need it."

"If you say so," you nodded and sat down. Once your equipment was on the coffee table, you began slowly unbuttoning his vest and shirt.

He let you do that, his gaze never left your face. "You're not a nurse. How do you imagine patching me up?"

During the course of undressing him, you told him, "Well, my aunt is a nurse, and she showed me a few things, perfect for situations like this."

The wound wasn't deep, which made you sigh in relief. "The little disagreement doesn't involve a knife, I thought," you offered him a glance and curled your lips in a mischievous grin.

To prevent himself from groaning, Tommy clenched his teeth together as you ran your fingers along the edges of his wound. Looking at him briefly, you began cleaning the wound carefully so that it would not get any worse.

Tommy sat calmly, breathing steadily despite the sharp, burning pain that spread throughout his body whenever you touched the wound. "I appreciate it."

"Tommy Shelby appreciates something? That's something new," you said as you carefully wrapped the wound. "You ain't leaving this house today, I hope you know that."

His eyebrow was cocked. "What do you mean?"

Your reply was simple, "You're staying with me tonight. I'm not letting you walk around like this."

"Y/N, it's far from necessary."

"There is a wounded person in my house. I apologize for that, but I will decide where you stay. I will also take into account that this will not be the first time you stay here overnight," you winked at him as a smile spread across your lips.

A mischievous grin appeared on his lips as he recalled your naked form curled against him during one of his many overnight stays at your apartment. After treating his wound, you kissed his cheek before getting up.

His hand briefly stroked your cheek.

"I'll put the stuff away. You can go to the bedroom, I'm sure you remember where it is."

Tommy heeded your advice, and soon he was lying on your bed with his hands under his head.

When you joined him in your bedroom, you commented, "For once, you listened to me. This was something new for you."

"Will you now play a nurse for me, Y/N?" He asked, raising one of his eyebrows.

"Mr. Shelby, I have no choice but to keep an eye on you since you like to get yourself into trouble so much," you bit your lower lip, gently caressing his cheek.

He smiled at you. I really appreciate your kindness and sweet gesture, Y/N."

Turning your head away slightly, you tried to hide the blush that crept onto your cheeks. "Oh, Tommy, you're such a sweet talker!"

Tommy caught your chin between his thumb and index finger and pulled you close to him; after brushing your noses together, he whispered softly, "I can be sweet for people I deeply care about, Y/N."

𝓓𝓪𝔂 19 - A Little Messing Around || Jonathan Levy x fem!reader

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Summary: You are surprised by an unexpected visit from Jonathan.

Warnings: smut (unprotected)

Word count: ~  950

Author: Fenrir

A/N: The prompt for today is: Table Sex

After getting home, you took off your shirt; wearing just a bra was much more comfortable for you. As loud as you could, you put your Spotify playlist on shuffle and grabbing a spoon, you spun around the kitchen, shouting and dancing to the lyrics; you didn't even hear the front door open. It took him a second for you to realise he was behind you, clasping your waist with his hands. After a few seconds, you came to a halt and leaned back against his chest.

Jonathan whispered into your ear, "What are you doing?"

Smirking, you said, "Enjoying myself, messing around a bit."

Jonathan's hands tightened around you; the way your hips pushed back into his wasn't by accident. “Is it okay if I mess around with you?" He whispered right next to your ear.

Your response was to push your ass back even more into him and tilt your head so he could see more of your neck.

Jonathan whispered "Good girl," before grabbing your hair, turning you so he could kiss, suck, and lick his way up your neck. Your body turned so that you were flush against each other when he met your lips.

As you swiped your tongue over his lips and embraced him, he lightly dragged his nails across your back, making you shiver a little. With his other hand, Jonathan grabbed your ass and pushed his growing erection against you. The hand on your back drifted to your bra. Jonathan removed the clasp skillfully, as he had done many times before, and you stepped back from each other.

As you slid it off your arms, it hit the ground.

When he looked at the fading hickeys on your tits, he thought of the last time he had been alone with you and smirked at the memory.

Both of you moved towards each other at the same time.

Immediately, you reached for his cock, while Jonathan went for your tits; he made contact with your nipples and brushed his thumbs over them, causing them to harden from your arousal.

It was already difficult for you to focus on stroking him through his jeans.

You stopped Jonathan from replacing one of his hands with his mouth on your tit. Your only comment was, "Less clothing," as you discarded Jonathan's shirt.

He quickly undid your button and zipper and pulled down your shorts; you were in nothing but a light white thong. He brought his hand down on your ass, fondling the soft flesh; he then pulled the flimsy thong down around your ankles. Before picking you up, he only gave you a warning glance. Putting you on the edge of the table, Jonathan gently pressed on your chest, and you lay back. He knelt on the floor and spread your legs; holding your thighs, he gently ran his tongue up your pussy. You moaned loudly after he did this a few times and focused on your clit. He was incredibly skilled with his mouth, and you were close in no time at all. As he continued to go down on you, he repositioned himself to finger you. He picked up the pace when your breathing stopped and your back arched, and he pushed his finger deep inside you; he didn't stop licking your clit, making you twitch during your orgasm.

Once he was done, you sat up. "Can I suck your cock?" You already knew his answer.

Jonathan winked and stood up. "Of course you can, baby. You're delicious."

As you slid off the table and onto your knees, you pulled off his jeans and underwear in one motion, freeing his hard cock; you stroked him a few times before licking the head of his cock without breaking eye contact.

Jonathan let out a low groan at the sight. "That's my girl."

You licked and sucked up and down his shaft, tasting cum on your tongue as you did so. With as much of his thick cock as you could fit in your mouth, you moved your tongue around, making him twitch and grab your shoulder.

With the other hand, Jonathan pulled your hair so you stopped and looked into his eyes. Taking you by surprise, he caught you in a kiss, forced you to get up, and picked you up to place you on the edge of the wooden table.

You moaned loudly as he spread your legs wider and made them wrap around his hips before pushing his cock into your pussy.

Jonathan bounced his hips back and forth, making you lie on the table as he pushed on your chest. You were so tight and so wet for him. To deepen the angle he was fucking you in, he picked up one of your legs and rested it against his chest. After a while, he slowed his hips and held you just on the edge of your orgasm.

You whimpered, arching your back more, "Oh, Jonathan, I need to cum."

One of his hands moved up your chest, palming one of your tits as he whispered, "Whatever you wish, beautiful." His pace increased; the table creaked from the force of his thrusts, rocking back and forth along with his movements. He rolled his head back in an overwhelming sense of pleasure and whispered, "I'm going to cum."

"Cum for me, baby," you pleaded, rising and lowering your hips to meet all of his thrusts.

Instead of cumming within your tight pussy, Jonathan withdrew, grabbed his throbbing member, and jerked himself a few times, cumming with a loud grunt on your belly.

Observing his blissful expression, you licked your lips. “I love you,” you told him.

Almost breathless, he replied, "I love you too."

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𝓓𝓪𝔂 30 - A Second Round May Be Possible || Khonshu x fem!reader x Jake Lockley

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Summary: Jake was invited over by you. It is a surprise for Lockley to see Khonshu in your bed

Warnings: smut without plot (unprotected)

Word count: ~ 1075

Author: Fenrir

A/N: The prompt for today is: Threesome

Jake wasn't sure why he agreed to come over, but he somehow knew he wouldn't regret it. Jake felt a little anxious as he knocked on your door with a bottle of red wine and a bouquet of flowers in his hands - Marc had told him never to show up empty handed.

As you answered the door wearing little more than a sheer nightgown, Jake wondered if he had gotten the best possible date ever. You met at a group therapy session without knowing much about each other, and one thing led to another and here Jake was.

It wasn't long before Jake was feeling a bit more relaxed after a couple glasses of wine.

After getting up from the couch, you glanced over your shoulder and asked, "You coming?"

Taking advantage of the wonderful view of your ass, Jake quickly followed. Jake entered the room only to see Khonshu lying on the bed alone. “What the fuck?”

As Khonshu turned his beak, he looked directly at the man. "Well, Y/N and I have known each other for quite some time," he replied. "I can say we have a very deep understanding of each other."

Taking a look at you, Lockley frowned. "What the fuck, Y/N?"

In front of the men, you dropped the nightgown and stood naked. "Don't be so prude, Lockley." As you motioned to the blankets and pillows placed on some spot on the bed, you said, "Lay on your back and get comfortable. I'm sure you know exactly what I want you to do to me first.” Afterwards, you were lowering your sex down over Jake's face and his tongue began exploring you, figuring out what worked and what didn't, listening to how your body responded. Jake's tongue snaked out, searching for your clit and working it slowly until you started moaning and grinding your hips to get more stimulation. With full length strokes at different pressures, Jake began lapping at your slit as soon as his tongue flattened out. As he pulled you against his face and shaked his head side to side slowly at first, then faster as time went on, you squirmed and squealed, all just for him. The grinding of his tongue against your clit caused you to buck involuntarily to get your first orgasm. Before he tapped your thigh, Jake worked you to the point of no return a couple more times. “Time’s up, cariño.”

You reluctantly lifted yourself off his face.

When Jake got up from his spot, he was greeted with the sight of you happily sucking off Khonshu.

Jake commented, "No wonder you got so quiet."

Khonshu's gloved hands slipped through your hair as he controlled the bobbing of your head. He grunted occasionally, "That's it, bug."

As soon as Khonshu pulled on your hair, his cock slipped out of your mouth with a loud pop sound.

Immediately, you straddled him, grabbed his massive shaft, and lined it up with your entrance. “Oh, I can’t wait to finally have you in again.”

Jake lost himself in the show of watching you sinking down inch by wondrous inch until you're fully impaled on Khonshu's cock. The whole situation was still a bit overwhelming for him. There was as much chance of winning the lottery as he would assume you knew Khonshu.

When you caught sight of Jake almost teetering in a stupor, you began rocking back and forth as you worked Khonshu's cock against your hot depths. “Look at you, Lockley, you’re quite an observer, aren’t you?”Leaning forward, you gently grabbed Jake by the balls and directed his cock toward your mouth. At first, you worked just the head, synchronising the bobs of your head with the suction in your mouth.

Jake's knees nearly buckled under the intensity of the feeling, but he recovered his footing to let you continue.

Your hips rocked in time to the shared sexual rhythm you and Khonshu had learned previously.

While letting out a soft grunt, Jake observed your tits bouncing in the most erotic manner possible. It was impossible for him not to reach down and rub his thumb over your nipple.

As you sucked on Jake's cock, Khonshu looked at you with both lust and adoration. "The little bug did a decent job tonight, that's all I can say."

After releasing Jake's cock, a deviant grin spread across your face; soon you moaned when Khonshu milked your pussy with his cum. Having reluctantly dismounted Khonshu, you laid on your back and seductively motioned Jake over with one curling finger, telling him, "Get that mouth back to work, Lockley."

As if on cue, Lockley eagerly threw his head back between your legs and devoured your divine pussy. This time he could taste you, but it was slightly different since Khonshu had released his cum into you when you were riding him.

You tugged on his thick locks again and ordered him to lay down; he obeyed without complaining.

After straddling him, just as you had done with Khonshu, you started bucking your hips and moaning Jake's name over and over.

While slowly stroking his still swollen shaft, Khosnhu observed the whole situation. "I see you are enjoying my friend, don't you, Jake?" 

Jake rested his hands on your hips and massaged the soft flesh of yours; his head rolled back on the mattress of your bed. "Yeah, she's fucking hot."

He was not able to resist your slick, hot core for long, and soon he milked your cunt, groaning.

As he milked your pussy with thick ropes of his seed, you groaned, "Oh, fuck, Jake!" A smirk spread across your face as you noticed Khonshu had come for the second time; the white cum dripping down his gloved hand as he stared at you intensely. “Well, well, I achieved my goal, as I can see, I made you both cum," you said proudly, slowly getting off Jake who let out a sad whimper as his flattened cock slipped out of your warm core.

Khonshu and Jake exchanged glances.

After getting out of bed, you put on your nightgown and wrapped it around your figure, smiling at the mix releases of Khonshu, Jake, and yours streaming down your inner thighs. "If you need me, I'll be downstairs, I need to make myself a cup of coffee," you said, leaving the room. "Who knows, maybe we'll have the second round later if you both behave."

A Herbal Soup || Thorin Oakenshield x fem!reader

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Summary: the talent you possess in the kitchen gets complimented by Thorin during a stopover in Rivendell.

Warnings: none

Word count: 575

Author: Rouge

A/N: today’s prompt: Dinner Cooking

The journey to the Lonely Mountain was far from easy - you had to face trolls, orcs, spiders, and other foul creatures you never knew existed.

During the quest, you questioned your motives and the fact you agreed to help Gandalf - you were only a human and could add only the skill of wielding a sword; you even hacked heads of a few orcs.

The company was fortunate to have made it to Rivendell where you all could have rested upright for the first time since several days ago. On the night when Gandalf sought Elrond's assistance, you joined the Dwarves at their small campfire while Elrond was translating the Moon-letters on Thrór's Map.

“Have you seen Thorin?” You asked Kíli after taking place by his side.

He nodded while biting into food he held in his hand. "Yes. In fact, he went with Elrond and Gandalf."

Nodding, you immersed yourself in one of Balin's tales. After feeling a little hungry, and since the food the Dwarves had acquired a taste for was not something you longed for, you got up and went to ask the Elves for a cauldron and some herbs. The Elves agreed to let you use their kitchen after hearing your request; it was a blessing and you felt honored. You chopped carrots, celery, and some parsley and its leaves, and added a few potatoes, herbs, and spices to a pot over the fire. You smiled at yourself as you inhaled the herbal smell of the soup you were making.

A sudden question asked in a deep tone echoed from the walls of the kitchen, "What are you doing, Y/N?"

Looking over your shoulder, you smiled at Thorin as he entered the chamber. "I'm cooking soup. Would you like to try it?"

As Thorin got closer, he simply nodded.

A spoon was passed to him and you shifted aside so he could get closer to the pot.

He gathered some liquid on the spoon, then he blew at it a few times and slipped the spoon past his lips. Seconds later, he smiled, "It's really tasty, Y/N. I never thought soup without meat could taste so good. Perhaps I'd add something spicy to it."

"Can you peel a big onion and a few peppers for me?" You asked. "Is everything okay?"

Thorin nodded, doing what you've asked him to. “In some way, yes. Elrond read the Moon-letters, which said: ‘Stand by the grey stone when the thrush knocks and the setting sun with the last light of Durin's Day will shine upon the key-hole’, so we are running out of time since Durin's Day is just around the corner,” Thorin said as he passed you the onion and started to chop the peppers.

Over the fire, you fried the onion until it turned golden, then added it to the soup, followed by the peppers. “I’m sure we’ll get to the right place on time, Thorin. Be of good cheer.”

Thorin only listened to you, his expression remained unchanged as he grabbed some peppercorns and threw them into the pot.

Thorin helped you clean the kitchen and threw away the peeling while remaining quiet.

As soon as the soup was ready, you let him try it.

Thorin looked at you after tasting the broth. "It's very tasty, and I take it as a huge compliment from a carnivore," he said. "Who would have thought humans are capable of cooking so well?"

𝓓𝓪𝔂 24 - Blossomed Like a Rosebud || Leto Atreides x f!reader

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Summary: It is impossible to refuse Duke Leto's order, especially when you share the same feelings for him as he does for you.

Warnings: smut (oral - f receiving)

Word count: ~ 1035

Author: Fenrir

A/N: The prompt for today is: Lingerie

Leto's hand was on your knee, a gentle squeeze every now and then, and, occasionally, his hand would gently, ever so gently, smooth across the inside of your leg.

Your talking kept going on and on; businesses couldn't solve themselves. It was you who were open and free, whereas he was a bit more reserved and cautious. The leadership position was a very important thing for him, one he worked so hard for. Leto hated to lose control of his demeanor in public. As you sat in the canteen of the headquarters, he acted as boldly under the tablecloth as he would out in the open. After a little love peck on the cheek, he leaned over and kissed you. 

The energy between you flowed freely as you smiled and leaned into him.

You turned Leto's head to meet his lips the next time he leant into you. The way he told you no was very soft, yet he was certain of what he was doing. 

As you turned to face the center of the canteen, his lips pressed against your neck, a little nibble, and then his tongue touched your skin.

Before you could react, the Duke nibbled at your neck and teased your earlobe with his tongue.

Dropping your hand under the tablecloth, you caressed his leg. As you looked into his eyes, he looked deeply and solemnly into yours. There were no words spoken, but you could feel the energy telling you that you were the center of the universe for him today, that he would satisfy all your senses, and that was all that mattered to you.

Your formal pencil skirt found extra slack as Leto's hand moved a bit bolder up your leg; your head found his shoulder. His fingers were softly and gently walking up the inside of your leg. As he approached your covered treasure, he could feel its heat and moisture; his hand retreated as he whispered, "Follow me, that's an order."

Although the darkened room was close to your meeting place, you had no memory of how you got there.

A lamp lit the room, and the only sound was the air conditioner; it was cold, but you liked it that way. 

As Leto kissed you deeply, he pulled you into his arms. 

Your tongue teased his teeth as you responded with a throaty moan.

His hands were strong. His hands moved over your back as his head shifted, a sensation you hadn't expected in his arms. He moved his mouth to the left side of your neck, then to the right side. "No marks," he whispered somewhere in there, and you knew he wasn't kidding.

In his embrace, he cupped your firm, sexy bottom in his hands and squeezed you lovingly as he moved his lips back to yours. The buttons on your shirt seemed to open by themselves as he placed his hands on your shirt; your belt was undone shortly after, and soon you were only in your sexy, red lingerie as you stood in Duke's arms. As you reached up to his buttons, Leto stopped you and stepped back for a moment. His dark eyes were scanning your body, admiring the way your lingerie was covering the sweetest spots. The heat emanating from his chest against your back was felt as he took your back in his arms after a while. Starting at your lips and moving to your neck, he kissed you passionately. Your bra was released by his hands as your arms dropped and the straps fell between them. Leto was still holding you tightly. After kissing your chin and the front of your neck, his mouth turned to your left and lowered and found your nipple. 

A deep moan escaped you. It felt like a butterfly fluttering its wings on your breast as his tongue was so soft, warm, passionate, caressing your sensitive flesh.

Your stomach churned as the mouth moved again, nibbling down your torso and kissing softly. The feeling of being walked backwards was overwhelming. 

Soon after, Leto was on his knees in front of you, his arms around your waist.

Your satin pants were damp, sticky, and steamy as he put his hands around your waist. In removing them, he was deliberate and you were impatient.

You were being pulled down by Duke's hands. Trustingly, you sank and found that the bed was beneath you. Softly and lovingly, his hands cupped your bottom. As he kissed your wonderfully full breasts again, you sat on the edge of the bed. You felt his breath on your knee as he laid you back on the bed. 

The inside of your leg was kissed and nibbled, first the left leg, then the right one. From the sensitive spot just above your knee joint, he kissed the inside of your thigh. His hands moved your legs; he draped your calves over his shoulders. For the Duke Leto Atreides, you blossomed like a rosebud in full bloom.

He moved his mouth towards your middle, pushing your panties aside with his calloused fingers.

The softness and the firmness of the sensation made you gasp. The tongue of Leto was stuck in your pussy, withdrawing repeatedly. Again, you let out a deep moan. His tongue probed as deeply as possible inside you to remove your nectar and then moved to your special spot. His tongue was more effective than any toy or your own hand; he massaged your clitoris, holding it gently between his lips and buzzing it vigorously with his tongue. Leto's eyes never left yours.

As the tongue kept taking you closer to new heights you were not aware of, he held your soft ass cheeks in his hands to anchor you to his face, grunting from time to time at the sweetness of your juices.

You screamed and humped his face as he remained in your spot of pleasure until you calmed down, his name was the only thing to leave your parted lips. While holding you firmly in his arms, he returned to your previous conversation from the canteen like nothing had happened.

Your fervent hope was that Duke Leto would let you return the favor.