#tom hardy fic

[mlmxreader]

Always Were My Favourite | Alfie Solomons x gn!reader

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↳ ❝ Alfie Solomons (enby, gn, or male reader)

“Pumpkin, you're dating an asshole.” ❞

: ̗̀➛ There's a slight problem when Alfie happens to be in love with his best friend, right as they're going through a terrible breakup.

: ̗̀➛ swearing, mentions & references to cheating, threats of violence

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You huffed as you sat down opposite your best friend, scowling and lighting a cigarette that sat at the corner of your mouth. Of course you were well aware of how much he detested and despised and loathed the man you had chosen; you couldn't blame him.

The Italian-American mafia had always been a pain in his backside, and he was disappointed; there were plenty of good, decent men in Camden.

Why the fuck did you decide to run off with some Italian who would use you against him?

But Alfie did also understand it; your man spoiled you rotten. He bought you all the finest clothes from the best Italian tailors, he bought you all the best shoes from the best Italian makers.

He loved you with his money.

Alfie could see the appeal, to be looked after and never want for anything; but Alfie also knew you very well, and he knew that you weren't happy. Not truly. You put on a tough front, you always did, but Alfie could see right through it.

You wanted something more than just flashy, pretty, expensive gifts; even now, Alfie could see that you were wearing your old boots. Scuffed up and scruffy from years of hard work.

He almost wanted to smile, until he saw your eyes; the whites were red, and he could easily tell that you had tried to cover up where you had been crying.

A hitch in your throat when you took a drag from your cigarette.

A shake of your fingers when you withdrew it from your lips.

An audible gulp and a harsh swallow.

Alfie tilted his head to the side, furrowing his brows and closely watching you for a moment before he cleared his throat, coming to sit at the edge of his desk. His thick fingers drummed against the dark reddish brown wood.

"Pumpkin," he tutted. "Pumpkin, you're dating an asshole. I don't know how many fuckin' more times I can tell you... what'd that cunt do this time?"

You shrugged as you sniffled, shaking your head. "Note- nothing. Nothing, Alf. He did... he did nothing..."

"Bit more than nothin'," Alfie growled. "Talk to me."

"Don't be mad," you breathed out, shaky and unstable.

His gaze narrowed as he clenched his jaw, squinting. "Why the fuck would I be?"

You took in a sharp breath, trying to gather yourself for a moment. "I caught him with someone else... and he just... he sat there... didn't even... didn't- didn't look at me."

Alfie's gaze turned to stare out for a thousand yards, his grip on the desk making his knuckles turn white, his shoulders suddenly tensing up. A ragged breath left him, and the veins in his hands became more prominent.

Alfie promised he would never let anyone harm you, that he would never let anyone upset you; now you were sitting just a few steps away, shaking and crying and telling him so openly that you had caught your man in bed with someone else.

He was going to kill him.

But then his gaze snapped back to you, and Alfie sighed as he took the cigarette from you, chucking it aside; he was as gentle as he could be when he brought you to stand, slowly and carefully guiding you to stand between his legs when he sat down in his chair.

He tugged at your sleeves, and when you sat on his lap, he was quick to pull you in closer. Your head rested against the side of his neck, and he put one hand at the small of your back to keep you steady. You broke completely, crying and crying against him as he softly hushed you and told you that it was alright - he would deal with it.

Alfie always did.

Maybe it was because he had a weak spot for you; he had done for so long and he had never been able to find the time to tell you. Maybe he loved you a lot more than he was letting on, and maybe that was just something of his that could never be washed away. You were his favourite person, you always would be.

"Thank you," you whispered softly, pulling away and gently resting a hand on his cheek, his beard bristling and tickling your skin. "Really, Alfie, I, I, just-"

Alfie wasn't even expecting it when you leaned in, kissing him softly; he knew it was wrong, but he kissed you back eagerly.

"We shouldn't," he breathed out, shaking his head.

You shook your head. "I'm do sorry, pumpkin, I-"

"I should have known," you sniffled. "He was... Alfie, he was never any good for me, but... but you?"

"No," he begged softly.

"You've always been there for me," you wept softly. "You've always been my favourite..."

Alfie frowned as he felt tears sting at the corners of his eyes. "You don't wanna do this, now. Trust me, it's a fuckin' mistake and you ain't ready and-"

"But I want to," you told him. "Alfie..."

For a brief moment, he closed his eyes, sighing heavily as he licked his lips. "I'm gonna kill that fuckin' cunt. For everythin' he did to you, I'm gonna kill him."

But he knew that it was more than that, he really did. He hated it but he knew he couldn't change it even if he wanted to; you were his biggest weakness and he would do anything to keep you safe and away from harm at all cost.

Of course Alfie wondered if maybe the whole thing was just some horrible scheme to get under his skin so the mafia could fuck him over, but... even if it was, he knew that he had to do everything to protect you, and to make sure that no one ever hurt you again.

"Come on," Alfie murmured, gently patting your back as he dared to crack a broken smile. "Why don't we fuck off down the little alley where that little coffee shop you like is? We'll pick somethin' up, go back to mine, and then you can rest, yeah?"

You nodded slowly. "Alfie?"

"Mm?"

You gently kissed his cheek, as much as it pained him. "I love you."

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[darklydeliciousdesires]

I Will Punish - An Alfie Solomons/Reader Smut Short.

For @cillmequick! 

Words - 389

Warnings - Smut below the cut! Minors DNI!!  

“Next!” In walks a worker, the routine never deviating. “Here’s your wages, now fuck off. Next!” The small stack of wage envelopes are handed across the desk, until the queue of men thins to nothing. “Next! Oh, there ain’t no next.” Alfie mutters, his hand grasping at an empty space upon his desk.  

“Yes, there is.” Looking up, he removes his spectacles, leaning back in his chair. 

“Well, ain’t you a sight for sore eyes, treacle.”  

“Yeah, and that’s just the parts of me you can see.” Hitching your pencil skirt up, you reveal the lace tops of your stockings to him, Alfie’s eyebrow arching with salacious interest as you come to sit astride him.  

“Oh, like that, is it? Bit of afternoon delight for your ole’ man here?”  

You lean close to his neck, slowly tracing along the line of a tendon with the tip of your tongue. “Maybe. Or perhaps I just came here to show you what you’ll get when you finally show up at home.” 

“Yeah? And who says I won’t just take you right here, right now in me office, ay?” 

Your smile carries a glint of mischief to it, tilting your head as you stroke his thick chest through his shirt. “Me. I say.”  

He takes a sharp breath through his nose, his brow furrowing. “Don’t think I like that.” 

“Oh? Well, there’s nothing you can do about it.” Getting up, you step back, smirking.

He chuckles, his hands grasping your hips. “There’s fuckin’ plenty I can do about it, sugar. Don’t be a bad girl, now. You know what happens when you’re bad.” You do, it’s why you aim a wink of seductive tease at him.  

“Do I look like I’m messing around? Don’t think I won’t punish you.” 

“Oooh,” you purr, licking your lips. “And how will you punish me?” He moves from his chair, roughly turning you, flattening your body against his office door, his hands yanking your underwear down, nestling his hard cock against the curve of your bum. 

“With my cock, straight up your tight little cunt.” 

You chuckle, hearing him unzip his trousers. “That isn’t a punishment, Alfie.” 

His laugh is baleful, a deep, predatory rumble, shoving your thighs apart with his knee and sinking into your heat. 

“The way I’m gonna fuck you will be, darlin’.” 

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[buttercupsandboys]

Sunshine & Rainbows — Alfie Solomons x OFC — Masterlist

Alfie meets Livy … and chaos ensues.

It’s 1918, and Captain Solomons makes a wartime promise he’s not sure he can keep. Three years later, a fiery red-head shows up on his doorstep …

Has the Mad Baker finally met his match?

Keep reading to find out 👇🏻

18+ NSFW - minors don’t interact 🙅🏻‍♀️

1: a brightly coloured bird

2: the unknown variable

3: a very welcome surprise (mild smut)

4: be a good girl (mild smut)

5: the picture of control (smut)

6: every man has his limits

7: gossip over salvation

8: lust for violence (smut)

9: a storm on the horizon

10: bad fucking men

11: beautiful, if not slightly confusing (smut)

12: fucking speechless (smut)

13: too close to the sun

14: descending into madness

15: only love could hurt like this *updated 21 July 2023*

Or read on AO3

ONE SHOTS

On Your Best Behaviour: In which Alfie attempts to be an outstanding member of his community, but Livy has other plans. Porn with a touch of plot!

Drop a comment if you want to be on the tag list! There’s lots more to come from these two 🥰

EXTRAS

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[wandawiccan60]

Why Me?

An Alfie Solomon’s X Sylvia Voltaire(OC) One-Shot

A/N: Hello guys and welcome back to another Alfie Solomons One-Shot. I know it’s crazy to see myself this active again believe me it feels good. But I wanted to come in say this has been the most fun writing I’ve ever had in a while and I really hope I get to every single character of Tom Hardy. I still need to catch up on the other films of his including Lawless which by looking at the small clips of Forrest Bondurant… oh boy is he such a cute man. But as always guys thank you for coming by and reading my fics. Thank you for sharing and liking and I’ll see you all later.

ALFIE SOLOMONS MASTERLIST

Camden Town: 1920’s 

Out of all the places in the entire country of London, Sylvia and her family had no choice but to stay in a place called Camden Town. They weren’t welcome that was for sure. As none residents, gypsies were considered to be nothing but untrustworthy, scum, and the lowest of the low. Knowing that they have to live and remind themselves that was how they were born and raised.

They had a wonderful life back in their hometown in France. There was a piece of land right off the coast, where it was peaceful, safe, calm, and overall where they were far away from the city. Her father Andre, had a job there as a carpenter but he did get little pay for what it was. The amount of money he would win almost went entire to have food on the table. Until one day the owner decided to let him go swing that his business wasn’t making as much as before. And leaving their lovely home behind they ended up in the city across the ocean. 

Even for a family of 6 including Sylvia, it was hard to cope seeing that her mother Kezia, has to take care mostly the baby of the family Kaven. Her two baby sisters Zana and Risa are at the age of heading to their womanhood. Knowing that both of her parents with a heavy heart need to send of their daughters to find good suitors that will take care of them. Sylvia as being the oldest, isn’t fully prepare to have to go with someone she doesn’t even love or know about much. Even for a place like London where everyone wouldn’t even want glimpse her way for one bit. 

Once they arrived to their new home a year ago, It was hard to get use to the amount of new surroundings. The tall grass fields were something to enjoy and being around. Thought the amount of strangers passing by with their automobiles was something that bothered the Voltaire family the most. Even through the year they at one point already got use to seeing many travelers and car machines so many times. Seeing that his father was trying his best to find a job around town, it seemed that he wasn’t going anywhere knowing that he was an outcast.

“Papa, maman, why can’t we just leave this place already?” Said Risa in their French tongue while they had late night dinner around the campfire.

“Because your papá my dear has some news to tell you all, and darling please try to speak your English a bit more,” Kezia said while attending the now 6 month old Kaven in one arm poking around the wood for the fire to still be on.

“My dear Kezia please, let them speak the tongue we have been born to learn,” said Andre to her which she just nodded her head quietly until he gave the big news. “My dear girls, I finally found a new job that will finally help us not go without any food on the anymore. And I will start by tomorrow.”

Risa, Zana, and Sylvia all looked at each other as if his father is telling a lie. 

“Wait papa, are you certain of this? How did you manage to convince the owner of this new job?” Asked Sylvia not believing what her ears are hearing.

“It is true, and the wonderful thing is a bakery which you all know that I use to make some great bread back home. And I wanted to share with you all that I will start tomorrow,” said Andre feeling a lot of hope for such a new opportunity that he has been waiting for so long.

“Papa what wonderful news, but does the owner know that you are well a gypsy?” Sylvia said feeling worried that if the owner of the shop finds out that they are outsiders.

“I only mentioned that we are a family of 6 and that we have been poor for a very long time. He didn’t ask for my background and instead he understood about our situation. He saw me as a human being and not a stranger, and he gave me the job right away,” Andre said though in reality the owner was more then just a simple baker and something that he had to keep to himself.

“We can finally go back home, to our small and beautiful beach again,” said Risa having an excited smile on her face knowing that she had enough of this place.

“We will go back home my children, I promise you all that with as much money as I can collect we will go back. But that is all tonight we should all get some rest now, goodnight my girls,” said Andre getting up on his feet while Risa and Zana did the same. 

As every made their way to their individual tents Sylvia heard her name called out by her father.

“Yes father, is there something wrong?” She anxiously said hoping that it was nothing bad.

“Nothings wrong my dear, me and your mother wanted to talk with you alone without the girls being here,” her father said which Sylvia was confused with why she needed to be there alone.

Though Sylvia didn’t want to question it to much she instead took a seat on top of a wooden log. 

“What is it that you and mother want to speak about with me me?” 

Both her mother and father looked at each other without any words. Knowing that what her father will say next will make their oldest daughter upset.

“My lovely dear, promise me that you will not be in what I will say to you next. Just always removed that I and your mother love you with all of our hearts and soul,” Andre said as he placed a gentle hand on top of Sylvia’s left knee which she just stood quiet, “The owner of the bakery requested that if you would like to work for him as his own personal book keeper. And that he would like to meet you tomorrow, I know this sounds much but I also think and pray that maybe this man could be a potential suitor for you. It’ll be a way for you to have a good life for you knowing that we want what’s best you my love.”

“Father aren’t you hearing yourself? You think this man that you just met think he could bring me happiness not knowing if he might have any bad intentions? No, I will not work for him even if the money seems fair but I won’t accept it,” Sylvia said not believing in what she is hearing. 

How could her mother agree to this not knowing what type of men could be dangerous out there especially if they are not gypsy by blood.

“Sylvia please, listen to your father. What if he is right, what if this man could give you everything you could ask for? And not live the way we do? I want also the best for you and for your sisters and Kaven. I don’t want to see any of you continue living like we are doing at this moment. Just go with your father and see the owner for yourself. But don’t forget to always keep your guard up my dear like we have always taught you,” Kezia begged knowing that she didn’t like where this was going but she also hoped for something good to come from this man.

The oldest daughter only sighed in defeat and agreed to go with his father to the bakery. Knowing that whatever this man is offering for her and her father is for good fortune.

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The Next Morning

Sylvia and her father walked in a busy and noisy street as they made their way to where the bakery was located. From being on the fields for a year long this was more than what she expected. Some horses pulling wagons, men of all ages covered in dust and black powder from head to toe and the smell of coal and steel was in the air. It was a busy morning as they picked up the pace, trying to get to their meeting with the owner of the bakery in time. Sylvia wore something that would look presentable and clean though she ended up wearing one her mothers old black long sleeve dress. Which she was grateful to wear but also it made her look like if she was going to meet her doom. As some time went by they finally made it to the place where Andre knocked on two wooden doors a couple of times. The door was then opened which they were greeted by a young man who was in his mid to late 20’s.

“Mr. Voltaire, I presume yes?” The man asked which Andre took his brown cap off from his head.

“Yes I am he, and I also brought with me my daughter Sylvia. Does your owner want to see us already?” Andre asked while he wiped a bit of sweat that formed in front of his forehead.

“Mr. Solomon’s does want to see you both already. Come in,” said the young man directing them more deeper inside the brown lit shop.

There were mountains of barrels stacked from side of side, the smell of fresh dough being made and oddly enough there was a hint of of rum witching the same smell. Making their way to another pair of wooden doors, there was another long hallway with many men working from one station to another. Until one particular man was making their way towards Sylvia and Andre the one that everyone feared the most throughout the town of Camden.

“Mr. Solomon’s, this is Andre the one who was asking for a job yesterday. He wants to speak with you,” Ollie said which his boss didn’t say a thing until he was standing in front of them.

“Righ’ well Mr. Voltaire, a very good mornin’ to you sir. And yes i would to still go over some discussions with you about the job. And where I me manners, but who is this lovely woman here with you?” Said Alfie looking at his direction towards Sylvia which she just stood quiet but felt warm inside.

“My daughter Mr. Solomon’s, Sylvia Voltaire she is the oldest of the three. I brought her along to see if you wanted to still find someone with who to keep your booking. And I thought my Sylvia would be a good use in your business sir. She might not have the experience but we would be grateful if you can teach her,” Andre said hoping that it would convince Alfie to bring her in.

Alfie was quiet for a moment until he looked at Sylvia’s way looking at her up and down. She didn’t know what else to say or do she only could stay still while the bearded man thought for a moment or two if she looked like a good fit for a place like this. Though something did caught her eye about him, which it was odd to say the least. He seemed grumpy, broad, intelligent, and overall very attractive. Like from the looks of his body structure he seems to know what he does for a living and that this place itself has been booming for quite a while. She also caught a glimpse of his right hand with a small tattoo crown not knowing if it means something or just for display. Feeling like time has gone by so slowly, Alfie then finally spoke up.

“She will do, don’ you worry Mr. Voltaire, Ollie here will teach your daughter what she needs to do with me book keeping’s. Don’t you worry, I know she will be a good helping around here,” said Alfie giving a small smirk at Sylvia which she just bow her head in acknowledgment.

“Thank you Mr.Solomon’s for the opportunity, I promise to be of great use to you and for your work environment. But I also would like to thank you more for giving my father this job, we are grateful to find someone like you sir,” Sylvia said hoping that she didn’t sound very overly thankful.

“It’s nothin’ love and for next time don’t call sir or Mr. Solomon’s. Form now on yea, you will address as alfie and nothin’ more alrigh’?” He said while he liked her already for how polite she is.

As the morning went by, it suddenly became 2 o’ clock in the afternoon. Both Sylvia and her father have seen and learned so much in just almost a whole day. Andre knew what to expect since Mr. Solomon’s told him that he had an underground business that not even the coppers don’t know about. Though it did worry for the safety of Sylvia, and the rest of his family. Wondering if this was the right thing to bring her daughter to such a place and to be part of gangster organization. It was a lot to think for Andre to take in and he didn’t know if he should continue this path or not. 

“Well now you and your daughter can go home for today, but starting tomorrow right’ is when it will get serious. And Mr. Voltaire is it possible if I could have a word alone with Sylvia,” Alfie said to which Andre felt nervous to be asked such a question but he did agree.

Sylvia and Ollie didn’t mind what time of day it was, as they were mostly bust sorting papers and writing down on the big note books. She did manage to learn quickly right away seeing that it was just writing many sorts of name items and to calculate how many sales were being sold. Knowing that she didn’t speak much English and her reading wasn’t the best, Sylvia was determined to not give up on this opportunity. Knowing that this will help not only for herself but for her family as well even if it means that she needs to stay some long nights. While she tried to know what papers have to properly be placed on the door to the small office was opened seeing her father in the entrance. 

“Sylvia, umm… Mr. Solomons would like to have a moment with you,” Andre said to her in their native tongue which she looked confused but she didn’t ask another word.

Once they made it to Alfie’s office, which the oldest daughter was a bit confused as to why Alfie needs tor see her. Though once inside, he saw him sitting on the side of his big long desk filled with many piles of papers, the smell of whiskey, and dust above the atmosphere. He didn’t notice their presence right away, as Andre ands Sylvia walked up in front of the desk.

“Ah, righ’ Sylvia. I would like to speak to you about your position here in me bakery. It’s nothing bad if that’s what you are thinking love, but please have a seat,” Alfie said standing up on his feat and guiding the gypsy girl to sit.

She looked back at her father for a moment, which he just gave her a look of reassurance and that everything is fine. Though Andre and Alfie did have a talk earlier about having to bring Sylvia to this business. But it is something that Alfie himself that should tell her and it gave Andre some hope.

“I’ll leave you both alone, I’ll wait for you outside my dear,” said Andre lastly making his way out of the room hearing the door closed shut.

“You’re wondering why I need here alone with me love, and I’ll explain everything in a moment. But firstly righ’, what do you think of this job overall?” Alfie then asked taking his seat once more letting out a low sigh grunt.

“Well it is quite easy actually, however even if my English isn’t very well and my reading is a bit low I don’t see why I should not stop coming here and learn more. I honestly am doing this for my father and my family, we have been poor for a year. We had to leave home from France because well, my fathers old job wasn’t doing no good, and that is why we are here in London. Faith has always been on our side and I believe fate has come to us so quickly because of you Alfie. And I want to say again that we are very grateful that you accepted us as hard workers and not something else,” Sylvia said while Alfie listen to everything that almost what Andre said to him and he knew that this family was in need to help.

“I am sorry to hear that love, I can’ imagine that you all had to move across the ocean to land here. But I also want to say this. Your father and I have come to an agreement about you being here in me bakery, but promised him that I’ll be keeping an eye on you including my partner Ollie. As you can see yea, there are many men in this place as you have noticed. However, yea, if they ever try to lay a finger on you even give you the eye to your way, they are fuckin’ dead and will never see the light of day ever again. I know it sounds harsh for you but it is a promise that I am keeping for yous and your dear old father. How does that sound to you lass?” Alfie said seeing Sylvia’s facial expression change to confusion.

“Wait, my, my father told you all about us, but why would you try to help us?” Sylvia said trying to understand why her father would mention about everyone in the family.

“Your father asked for a favor he feels that if you are around with me you will be safe. And I could be very protective when it comes to having women around in me shop. But you don’t have to worry about that love, and well you all seem to be good people and I have been at my lowest before and I know how that life is like. However righ’, you and your family are under me eyes now starting tomorrow and showing you my humbleness towards you all and you deserve it,” alfie said in the end giving a small smile at Sylvia which she did return the smirk.

“Thank you Alfie, but how can we repay you back? This is just so much to take in.”

“No need to my dear, besides a pretty woman like you is worth saving and having around,” he added to which Sylvia could only blush at his comment.

“Again thank you Mr. Solomons. I mean, Alfie, but I will see you in the morning along with my father. But may I ask you a question and don’t take this in a wrong way. Why me and not another woman?” She asked knowing that there is more girls out there that would interest Alfie more than her.

“Is that really a question to ask treacle? You want to know the truth of why I see something in you than any other woman in this town?” He said standing up on his feet once again resting his hands on top of his hips while Sylvia felt a lump forming in her throat seeing while she sat still. “Because you’re different, and I like to know who you really are truly Sylvia Voltaire. And well, maybe if you would like to go out sometime to dinner with me if that’s what you wish for that is.”

Sylvia had nothing much to say but she stood quiet for a moment. Her fathers boss is asking her for dinner and wants to get to know her better is something out of this word. No man has ever said such a thing to her before until now. Especially Alfie that was not of gypsy origin but is willing to have some interest in her and wanting to get to know her better. 

“Oh… well Alfie I don’t know what to say about all of this. I mean you are the first man to ask me out which that has never happened to me before. Though may I have to think about this, its just its soon to say but I need a moment to give you my word,” she then said hoping that it didn’t bother Alfie for one bit.

But to her surprise, Sylvia didn’t expect to what Alfie had to say next.

“No love please, by all means have all the time that you need. And your righ’, I’m sorry for askin’ out of nowhere. Please forgive me for sounding like an eager prick,” Alfie said knowing that this was a bad idea to ask in the first place.

“No Alfie, you should not apologize its just… you asked me so politely and I think that’s very attractive coming from you,” she said without thinking wishing she could take back what she just said right now.

“Did I now? Well I am flattered to be your first then love. But you should head home now, yea. I’ll see you both here again tomorrow morning. Is it alright if I could escort yous out? If that is fine with you of course?” Alfie said while Sylvia was caught with surprise again.

Is this man gone out of his head???…

“I. Well… yes that would be lovely thank you Alfie,” Sylvia said without stopping herself to which Alfie nodded his head.

As they both made their way outside of the entrance, both Alfie and Sylvia exchanged their last goodbyes. While doing so, she extended her hand out to Alfie both of their hands were clasp together. 

“Thank you again Alfie, and see you soon again,” she lastly said feeling her hand against his larger hand feeling butterflies fluttering inside her stomach.

Once they shook hands, she made her way to where her father was waiting, as Alfie looked on seeing Sylvia leave. She then looked back for a moment, giving a small smile towards his way to which he did the same without noticing it himself. 

This will be something exciting to look forward to… and I hope it is for the best….

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Margate: Two Years Later

Waking up to the sound of the ocean waves was what Sylvia have missed for so long. She never thought she would be close to the sea ever again, but it has finally come true once again. And that was all on Alfie that gave her everything that she could ever wish for. After being at his so call bakery everyday, they both became closer together. And she did ended up going out with Alfie whenever no one was looking or listening especially her father. They did their best to pretend to be just partners from work, but in reality both Sylvia and Alfie started to build a bond together. Having a hard time not wanting to be separated from each other. Whenever he had meetings to attend too or some “errands” to go too, he would tell her to stay for her safety. Though Sylvia did at some point found out that he was this infamous gangster of Camden Town, but it didn’t make her look at him differently. What she cared about the most was the way he cared for her, keeping her safe from harm, and overall being treated like what a girl should be treated. Until now everything was perfect and grateful for everything that this life has given to her and her family. They were given another opportunity to be able to live like actual people, and as for Alfie generosity and humbleness, he did make a propose to Sylvia and her family. 

“Sylvia, wake up, wake up, let’s go down to the seashore again. There are so many sea shells here then we have sene back home. Come on wake up,” Risa exclaimed gently tugging on her sisters right hand which she just grunted in reply. 

“Hmmm, Risa please, its to early in the morning, can’t you wait later in the afternoon,” Sylvia said in a lazy voice, recasting turning her head the other way. 

“Awww your no fun, please sister just this one time. I promise I wont ask you again next time,” she begged again to which Sylvia became quiet for a moment.

“Fine just give me a moment yes?” She mumbled to which she just heard her little sister said “yay” hearing her footsteps fade away.

She suddenly felt a shift on her left side along with a strong arm wrapping around her stomach.

“Good mornin’ my pet,” said a huskily Alfie also trying his best to wake up from his semi sleep.

“Hmm, good morning to you as well my love,” Sylvia said back as they both exchange a long kiss. 

She then wrapped her arms around his strong, broad chest as they press their lips closer together. 

“Sylvia. Come down please,” Zana called out this time, to which Sylvia groaned in annoyance. 

“Well this kiss didn’t last so long as it did last night,” Sylvia joked making Alfie chuckle.

“Well don’t be so disappointed my dove, there is more of that later tonight. I promise you,” he said giving her a cheeky wink 

It was has been almost a year of being together since Alfie asked Sylvia to be hers. It shocked her at first but she knew right away that she found her one true love. Even thought they came from different origins their love for each other was nothing to ignore. Alfie embraced Sylvia’s culture he was even willingly to learn French from her which he had approved very well. As for the rest of her family, they ended up having a home build in Margate next to Alfie’s. Which Andre and Kezia felt nothing but grateful towards Alfie’s knowing that this man was sent from the heavens. They have long for some peace and quiet and they their dreams did came true.

“Come on then love, let’s see what today awaits us ahead yea?” Alfie then asked making Sylvia come back to her senses.

“You lead the way my king.” 

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[inkwolvesandcoffee]

A Modern (Digital?) Love

TH Masterlist

I’m contemplating trying online dating despite being an introverted graysexual/grayromantic bordering on aro/ace. However, that very same train of thought got me thinking about a wee imagine.

Side note: I KNOW TOM IS HAPPILY MARRIED. THIS IS MERELY FICTION. I STRESS: FICTION.

So fancy me this;

- You finally manage to get yourself to create an online dating profile. You don’t expect anything to come out of it, being distrustful by nature and especially when it comes to men.

- Nevertheless, after a few who were obviously looking for something casual if not just outright sex only, you get a message that leaves you somewhere between gobsmacked and flattered.

- Hey, I just wanted to say you look really pretty in that dress in your latest photo. I don’t expect you to reply, but thought I could at least send you this compliment. Which is completely genuine, by the way. Also, I saw that you put in your bio men above 40 shouldn’t interact with you but I couldn’t help myself. So, again, I don’t expect you to reply, but I’d like to get to know you. I promise I have no ill intentions.

- After a moment’s hesitation, you reply with a simple ‘thank you’.

- And that practically kickstarts it all.

- You soon find yourself talking about anything and everything. The conversations range from your hobbies to trips to go on some day to what you’re having for dinner.

- You’re the first and only one he shoots a message before and after a bjj tournament.

- After some talking, you finally convince him send you a selfie.

- And you honestly can’t believe your luck. In fact, you think you may be a wee bit too lucky. Suspiciously so.

- However, he notes it’s a selfie from quite a while ago and he’s naturally quite shy and a private person. All the same, he assures you it’s really him in the photo even though nowadays he has more fine lines in his face.

- Regardless of the lingering doubts and after talking some more for a month or three, you finally dare to meet up in person.

- You get off the train at King’s Cross, nothing short of a nervous wreck.

- As soon as your feet hit the tiles of the platform, you consider turning back and go back home. Nevertheless, you force yourself to finish what you started.

- Trying your best to blend into the crowd, you scan the area to find Tom’s face. All you have to go on are the one selfie he sent you and his comment he very much looks the same albeit a tad older.

- “Looking for someone, miss?” you hear a gravelly voice behind you ask.

- You slowly turn around, ready to flee if this all turns out to be a catfish scenario.

- But it isn’t.

- Because right there, looking down at you with a tender smile, is Tom.

- For a moment, you simply gawk at him, absolutely incapable of uttering a single word.

- “I hope I don’t disappoint,” he says. Though he tries to make light of your shared discomfort, his smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes. Despite his best efforts to hide it, he’s just as anxious as you are. After all, why’d you want to get involved with a guy his age?

- “You don’t. At all,” you say after having regained the ability to speak.

- “That’s good. But before we head to my place to get you settled in, how about we sit down for a coffee?”

- “Sounds good.”

- The words haven’t left your mouth or you find your faces a few inches apart. Tom nudges your nose with his. “Can I first kiss you, though?”

- You nod.

- The kiss makes all the miles and waiting worth it. His lips are soft and plush, filled with the warm tenderness hidden behind all the words on the screen.

- Ready for a new start.

- With you.

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#Tom Hardy #Tom Hardy imagine #Tom Hardy fic #Tom Hardy fiction

[marvelandimagine]

At Ease, Gents

Pairing: Alfie Solomons x Annie Murphy (baker!OC)

Summary: Annie finally finds out why everyone in Alfie’s bakery ignores her, and she sets things straight with her boyfriend and his men.

Word count: 1900ish

A/N: This is connected to my HC that Annie ends up knowing even more about Alfie’s men than he does and does things like giving them the day off and Alfie’s like “?!?” or she sends them flowers for births + deaths in the family and all Alfie’s boys would gladly take a bullet for her ok that’s it enjoy!!

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Annie had only popped by Alfie’s office twice before they started dating: once to get his keys so she could walk Cyril while Edna was on holiday, and once to drop off a heaving “thank you” culinary basket for helping her sort out the bakery’s books after Callum died (“The worst mistake I can make with letters and dyslexia is a spelling error, right, but with numbers, I will doom my entire bloody business.”)

But now, she found herself there much more often, from midday lunch breaks to “surprise” visits brought on after Ollie called her, pleading with her to come by to calm Alfie down (who she would then promptly hear yelling his head off in the background).

And she loved seeing her Alfie, no matter what mood he was in. But she didn’t love how his men were treating her — or rather not treating her. Because no matter who she said hi to or smiled at, wanting to get to know the people Alfie spent most of his time around, it was like she didn’t exist.

And after about two baffling weeks of this, she finally decided to address it with Alfie.

“Do your men not like me?” she blurts out across his desk, and Alfie reluctantly tears his attention away up from the brisket sandwich she just placed in front of him.

“Where’d ya get that idea?”

She sighs, resting her chin in her hands. “I dunno. I mean, I’m friendly, right? But whenever I say hi to any of ‘em, they just ignore me or walk in the complete opposite direction.”

She looks at Alfie expectantly, but he doesn’t seem to share her concern. In fact, he looks pleased.

“Good,” he replies, reaching for his lunch again. Annie narrows her eyes, swatting his hand and pulling his beloved brisket away.

“Oi!”

“What do you mean good? It’s maddening, it’s like I’m invisible! And I don’t understand why-“

But then, the pieces finally click into place in Annie’s head. Virtually nothing went unnoticed by Alfie. And if his men were ignoring her, he knew about it— but he hadn’t addressed it. And there could only be one well-meaning but well-overprotective reason behind it:

“You told them not to talk to me, didn’t you?”

Alfie’s brows furrows as he nods.

“Talk to, look at, breathe the same air as. Yeah. That ‘bout covers it,” he grunts. His ring-clad fingers creep across the desk, and she rolls her eyes and pushes his sandwich back to him. He claps his hands together and normally, she was happy to see him gleefully attack her cuisine, but right now, she was just exasperated.

“Love, c’mon. You talk to everyone I work with! And the lads clearly know I’m off the fucking menu.”

Eyes still closed, savoring his first few bites, Alfie shakes his head.

“Can’t count on it with these cunts.” He finishes chewing and opens his eyes, grabbing Annie’s hand.

“Look, pet, you are a beautiful, brilliant goddess, right, who should have songs dedicated in your blessed name.” His soft tone turns into a growl as he gestures out the window of his office. “But they are a bunch of manky fuckin’ sots, and I don’t want any of ‘em near ya unless I say so.”

Annie sighs. She knew full well that Alfie didn’t know the phrase “half-assed”—whatever he did, he threw himself into it fully. And while she normally appreciated his zeal and tenacity, sometimes, he took things a bit overboard. And banning every single one of his men from acknowledging her presence without prior approval was a prime example.

She walks around the desk and nestles into her usual spot on Alfie’s lap. His strong arms wind around her, and she cups his bearded face with one hand as his stormy blue eyes meet hers.

“1) They can’t possibly all be that terrible. I know I’m shite at maths, yeah, but it’s statistically impossible. And, 2) Alfie, I’m here practically every other day now, and you know how I am, I can’t help chatting.” She pats the side of his head. “Very much like someone else I know. There’s no way I’m never, ever gonna interact with them.”

Alfie chuckles darkly.

“Oh, but there is a way, dove. See, I have found that there are few things on Earth more compelling to men than the threat of getting their balls shot off. Hm?”

“Always with the flair for the dramatic,” she thinks to herself, and decides right then and there to take matters into her own hands.

“Right, I get that you’re being protective. And I appreciate it and you, but you’re also being just a touch mental.” She kisses the top of his head. “But don’t worry, I’ll clear things up.”

“Annie,” he replies, a warning note at the edge of his tone.

“Alfie,” she sing-songs coyly, bringing her lips to his. She can’t help but smirk against him as the kiss works as she intends, feeling Alfie relax underneath her as one of his hands instinctively slides to her jaw. Then, suddenly, he presses her back, hands firmly on her shoulders.

“Nah, nah, I know what you’re playin’ at, love. Tryna get me to forget that fuckin’ look in those gorgeous eyes, the one tellin’ me you’ve got some kinda clever idea brewin’ in that head of yours.”

Annie’s hand flies to her chest, feigning indignation, and now it’s Alfie’s turn to roll his eyes.

“I’m serious, An, don’t ya go stirrin’ up-“

Annie cuts him off with another kiss, then pulls back with a smile.

“Too late,” she brightly. Before Alfie can even blink, she slides off his lap and snatches his cane from the side of his desk in one swift motion, propping it against the doorframe as she strides out — but not before she hears Alfie shout:

“Oh for cryin’ out loud, that’s fuckin’ dirty!”

“You love me!” she calls back over her shoulder, as she walks purposefully down the hall. She knew that if she said she just wanted to talk with him and his workers, he would’ve scoffed and grumbled and refused to leave his office. But now, with the air of mystery about her, she knew he’d chase after her—the not knowing what she was going to do would drive him mad. And that was all she needed.

She walks into the open part of the warehouse and while a few of the men’s eyes flicker up as she enters, they immediately avert their gaze back to what they’re doing. Absolutely ridiculous. Annie waits until she hears the sound of Alfie’s cane against the floor, cursing under his breath, to speak.

“Oi! I need to talk to you lot. That includes you,” she adds in an undertone to Alfie. He scowls as he looks out at the sea of seemingly unaware men, but when he looks back at Annie, giving him her most determined stare, his resolve finally cracks. He runs one hand through his beard and sighs.

“Alright, alright, An. I clearly ain’t fuckin’ stoppin’ ya, so tell us what’s on your mind, love.”

Annie gestures back at the workers.

“Not gonna matter since they’ve taken your word to ignore me as bloody gospel.”

“Fair enough.” Alfie lumbers forward a few steps, his blue eyes turning icy as he scans the room, which has gone as quiet as a church—a silence which Alfie’s booming voice then shatters.

“ARE YOU LOT FUCKIN’ DEAF?!” he thunders, and a handful of workers actually jump. “Fuck knows why, but my Annie wants to talk to you miserable gits, yeah, so best pay some close fuckin’ attention!”

Alfie crosses his arms and glowers, but his voice is as sweet as ever when he turns to Annie.

“Right. Floor’s yours, dove.”

“Thanks, Alf.” She waves out at the crowd of burly men before placing her hand on Alfie’s shoulder. “Hi! So, I know this one has threatened you all with total bloody destruction if you so much as say ‘hello’ to me. But we’ve chatted and the thing is, I don’t want someone getting their balls blown off just because they said hi to me or told me about their kid’s football match that I asked about — not having that on my conscience. I like people, I like talking to people. So we can all-”

She pauses, turning her head to stare pointedly at Alfie, “just relax, yeah? To be clear, the only time you will be in danger of castration from him or from me is if you’re being a prick. So don’t be a prick, and we’ll all get on just fine, with all our body parts intact. Fair enough?”

She turns and looks at Alfie again, who still has his arms crossed, maintaining his posture of bear-like intimidation, but she can tell he’s trying not to smile underneath his beard. He nods, and his men quickly imitate the motion.

“That’s it, then,” Annie says happily. “Cheers, gents.”

She feels Alfie take her hand in his, and the two of them turn and walk out the door.

“Castration by me or you, huh?” Alfie asks, and Annie smiles.

“I figured you’d be more amenable with that addition.”

“Damn fuckin’ straight.” He gives a low chuckle as they walk into his office, and no sooner does it shut does Annie finds herself quickly pushed up against it by Alfie.

Her pulse races as he cups her face in his hands, and she savors the familiar warmth of his palms and the cool touch of rings against her skin. Lets his heady aroma of oak and rum, of sandalwood soap and musk and eucalyptus oil flood her senses.

“You truly are somethin’ else, ya cheeky, captivatin’ creature,” he murmurs, bringing his lips to hers in a deep, claiming kiss that Annie reciprocates, her hands tugging at his vest to bring him against her.

She breaks the kiss and gives him an affectionate bop on his nose, watching the corners of his eyes crinkle as he grins.

“Your somethin’ else.”

“And I’m well bloody thankful for it.”

In the end, the new arrangement suited Annie and Alfie well.

On Annie’s end, she found herself striking up connections and friendships effortlessly as usual, and it also brought her an unanticipated peace of mind in getting to know the men who spent so much time around Alfie — particularly ones like Ollie and Ishmael whose jobs were to have her boyfriend’s back.

And despite Alfie being the one to start the initial no-contact-with-Annie decree, he couldn’t help but melt a little when she’d start going on and on about how precious Ish’s boys were, that she had plans to make babka with Noah’s wife — her big heart was such a big part of why he loved her. And he was pleased that no one dared to get out of line or ever make a move on Annie.

Alfie was also extra pleased that Annie’s ability to make friends so easily had the unintended effect of essentially creating an army of men who viewed her like a sister to protect at all costs. In other words, there was never any shortage volunteers to hang round Annie’s bakery and make sure she stayed safe — which was all Alfie wanted in the first place.

#Alfie Solomons #Alfie solomons x reader #Alfie solomons x oc #Alfie solomons fic #alfie solomons headcanons #alfie solomons fanfic #alfie solomons imagine #alfie solomons x you #peaky blinders alfie #peaky blinders imagine #peaky blinders fic #peaky blinders fanfic #Tom hardy #tom hardy fic

[confessionbrain-writings]

Who let the dogs out? - Tom Hardy

Summary: During your work-out you noticed that your puppies escaped and ran around the gym. Thankfully there is this handsome actor who's willing to give you a hand.

Pairing: Tom Hardy x OFC

Warnings: none, just some fluff

Word count: approx. 2,5k

A/N: Hi there! This is my first Tom Hardy story which popped up into my head. Probably will be just a fluff one-shot, but I have a lot of other (smutty) content that I need to write down, so stay tuned! (masterlist)

English isn’t my mother tongue so apologies for typos or mistakes. Feedback is very welcome!

“There you go babies, enjoy your breakfast!” you squeaked as you put the big bowls with deboned turkey and chicken dog food in the middle of the puppy litter. Seven gray and white colored Pitbull pups enthusiastically dived in, wiggling their tails as they started to jump into the bowl, trying to consume as many chunks as they possibly could which made you snicker.

You and your family had owned Pitbulls all your life and once in a while you had a litter of puppies. Together with your older brother Michael you helped with taking care of the tiny, crawling creatures. Even though it was hard work sometimes you really loved watching, raising and taking care of them.

Next to taking care of the puppies, you worked as an assistent at your brother’s gym which was located right next to where your parents lived as they owned two linked lots counting three floors. 

These linked buildings were in your family for years and were renovated and split up a couple years ago. The ground floor on the left lot consisted of a spacious gym, owned by your brother who was a personal trainer and hosted box and kick-box lessons. 

The second and third floor were renovated to a livable apartment and completely yours since your brother moved out and lived with his girlfriend Laura. The three floors on the right side belonged to your parents where they kept the puppies on the ground floor.

When the pups finished their breakfast you took the bowls from the floor and cleaned them in the sink. As you wiped the bowls with dish soap you heard the door open and saw Michael walking in, giving you a smile and wave when he saw you.

“Good morning Abs, what’s up?” he asked cheerfully while bumping your shoulder playfully with his fist.

“Doing good today, the puppers just had their breakfast and after I’m done with cleaning this I will head next doors to throw some punches. What about you?” you answered while glancing over at the puppies who were running around and playing together.

“You know what, why don’t you let me finish this so you can go train right away. I have my next appointment in an hour anyway and lately you’ve been spending a lot more time around these rascals than I am. So please, scooch!” 

Without even a chance to protest he grabbed the soapy sponge out of your hand and bumped you aside with his hip which made you laugh. 

Growing up in warm and stable family, Michael and you had a very close bond and hardly ever had a fight. Ofcourse from time to time you had your arguments but they didn’t last longer than an hour. You’d do anything for your family as they would do for you.

“Okay, that’d be great, thanks!” wipping your hands as you made your way to the door which led straight to the gym. Reaching to pet some of the bobbing heads who threw themselves at your feet.

“Oh and Michael?”

“Yeah Abigail?”

“Please make sure that the door is closed, last time two of them pushed the door open and got into the gym. Dad saw it on time and caught them but they’re growing stronger and faster each day” you explained and stood up.

“Yeah, yeah, I’ve got it. Just go” as he rolled his eyes with a smirk and waved his foam covered hand causing the foam to fly around and land on the floor, getting the attentions of the puppies as they raced towards the floating bubbles. 

Laughing at the sight you quickly made your escape and gave an extra push to make sure the door was closed. Even though they were the cutest puppies ever, running around in the gym wasn’t exactly ideal as the gym guests could trip over them or worse, leave their little turds all over the floor. Believe me, that’s no fun cleaning. 

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Sweat ran down your back as you were doing your last set of sit-ups while your legs wrapped tightly around the punching bag.

“Forty-seven.. forty-eight.. forty-nine.. fifty!” 

You put your feet back on the ground, hands placed into your sides as you tried to get your heart rate down which made the blood ring in your ears. Walking around the punching bag while catching your panting breath, you heard the rattling of another punching bag chain meaning someone else was also working out.

Being so caught up in your sets you hadn’t noticed this person yet, you looked around to see who it was when your eye caught him. A strong, ripped man circled around the punching bag while throwing some direct punches, hooks and kicks accompanied with short puffs of breaths and grunts. Since he was so focused with his set you took a good look at him and stared shamelessly. 

Black sleeves hugged his bulging biceps as he swung away. His shirt already started to cling to him as sweat formed on his broad back. Feet moving in a stable and quick pace, steadying his left foot onto the ground so he could kick with his right, your eyes trailed over his strong, powerful thighs. 

Damn, this man was handsome as fuck.

As he circled around you glanced at his face, frowned eyebrows adorned his sweaty face in concentration. Plump, full lips parted slightly to let out the panting breaths, which he closed again when he kicked the bag twice and clenched his jaw. 

Even though you haven’t spotted him in the gym before he somehow looked familiar to you and you tried to remember if Michael had mentioned a new member. Just when you were about to look away the stranger looked your way and caught you staring at him and then it hit you.

Well fuck me.

This wasn’t a stranger at all. Well sort of since this was the first time he trained here but holy shit, it was Tom fucking Hardy. Your breath hitched in your throat as he gave you a panting side smile, lowered his hands and made his way towards you. Your stomach flipped and your just lowered heart rate started to go up again. 

“Hi darlin’, I didn’t mean to interrupt your sit ups sets, that was quit a beast tempo you got there” he said while he wiped the sweat off of his brow with the back of his hand.  

“Oh ha, well thank you. You’re not having a bad pace yourself!” you answered while you tried to keep your cool, being a bit starstruck. 

You had developed a small crush on him from the moment you saw him appear in Inception, followed by Warrior and The Dark Night Rises. And now this handsome man was standing right in front of you, his towering presence gave you a nervous but also exciting feeling.

“I’m Abigail by the way, are you here for a training with Michael?” you asked him while taking your gloves off.

“Ah hi, pleasure to meet you I’m Tom. You are Michael’s sister right? I contacted him yesterday since we will be filming here for the upcoming three months and I was looking for a nice gym to train in the meantime. Friend of my knows Michael and told me about his gym” he explained while following your action and taking his own gloves off. 

“I’m a bit early tho but he texted me that I could already get in and start my warm-up. Hope I didn’t interrupt your training?” one hand scratched the back of his head while blue-greenish eyes bore into yours. 

“Uh no! No not at all!” you exclaimed. “I’m sure Michael will be here shortly and I’m finished anyway. You care for some water or maybe a shake?”

“Well I wouldn’t say no to that!” Smiling at your proposal you walked toward the small bar where you sorted out the drinks as he sat on the bar stool. God his smile turned your insides into jelly.

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The two of you had an easy going conversation which, thank God, put you more at ease. Flowing from between him telling you a bit about his new job where as you told him about your family, the gym and mentioning the puppies next door.

“No way! You’ve got Pitbulls pups?” he asked excitedly and leaned over the bar towards you.

“Yeah we do, seven to be exact” beaming at him. “Would you like to see them?”

“Oh babe, please. I would love that! They’re one of my favorite breeds!” he jumped off the bar stool, clapped his hands excitedly and smiled broadly at you. His enthusiasm was infectious and as you made your way around the bar your smile faded from your face when there in the middle of the gym, was sitting one of the puppies, tilting his head and staring at you.

“Oh no..” you said when you saw that the door, which lead towards the room next door where the pups were, was ajar. I did gave the door an extra push, right?

You quickly grabbed the tiny pup and made your way towards the room next door and peaked inside to see if some of the pups were still inside but to your annoyance there weren’t any and a small curse slipped your lips.

“Abigail, I’ve found two puppers over here!” Tom shouted from the gym and you quickly put the pup you were holding into the room behind the knee high fence to make sure he couldn’t make it’s way back into the gym. 

“Coming!” you responded and as you stepped over the threshold you bumped into Tom who held the two pups. 

“Woah easy there!” He laughed and handed them over to you, his hand brushed yours which made the hairs in your neck stand up while you tried to suppress a shiver from running down your back.

“Nice place, this yours?” Tom asked and looked around while you placed the pups behind the fence.

While you explained to him that your parents owned the place and you lived next door above the gym, you walked back to hunt the four remaining pups together.

You decided to split up to look for the other ones and quickly enough you found two and Tom one, meaning there was only one left. Together you searched the gym, looking in the changing rooms and behind the bar while the conversation kept flowing. Mostly you talked about dogs and when you asked him about his he began to smile broadly and rambled on.

“…and when I finally did find him he was all covered in mud, so the whole ride back I had to drive with the windows down because of the smell. It was really bad” you both laughed as he told you the story about his dog when his eye caught the last puppy.

“Quick, go that way so we can surround him and block it’s way” he said while pushing you softly, feeling his warm hand linger on your arm which made your heart flutter.

The last pup crawled beneath the vending machine and scooted all the way to the back, Tom covered the left side as you quickly made your way to the right and dropped to your knees. Both reaching out to grab the pup but unfortunately you both couldn’t reach him. 

“Maybe we can try to move the machine a bit so we have more space to grab him” you said while leaning back onto your heels and placed your hands onto the side of the machine.

“Good plan, we have to act fast so he doesn’t stand a chance to move further” he answered and made his way over, hovering over you as he placed his feet on each side of you, feeling his muscular thighs touching your back and side, his warmth radiating you as he placed his hands on the machine as well. You swallowed the lump in your dry throat which was forming caused by his touch and counted down.

“3.. 2.. 1..” both of you pushed against the vending machine which moved a few inches. 

“Quick!” he ordered and you leaped forward, both hands grasping the pup which tried to escape and move further away just like Tom predicted. As you tried to come back up again your knee slipped from underneath you, accidentally kicking Tom’s legs further apart which made him lose his balance. He rapidly placed one hand on the floor right next to you while his other hand landed on your lower back, trying to break his fall. You gasped as his broad, sweaty chest covered your back and felt his warm breath hit the back of your neck.

Oh. My. God. Was this really happening?

Feeling the vibrations of his laugh rumbling through his chest, your cheeks flustered as he got up, pushing himself off from the floor and your back. 

“I’m so sorry about that!” he laughed and you couldn’t help yourself as you burst into laughter and reached for his hand he extended to get you back on your feet. 

You looked at him as he kept grinned at you, still holding your hand and glanced at the puppy.

“You are a little troublemaker, now aren’t you?” he said in a high pitched, so called dog voice, and petted his tiny head.

“Oh you have no idea, and this isn’t the first time this has happend, right little guy?” you said as you brought the pup closer and placed a kiss on its head.

“Abs! We’re missing one pup!” you heard Michael shout as he kicked the door open and looked around with a slight panicked expresion which soon faded as he saw you holding the missing pup while standing close to Tom.

“Ah I guess you found him and met our newest gym member”

“Yeah I certainly did” you answered and glanced at Tom who still had this adorable grin plastered across his handsome face.

“Okay cool! I fixed the door by the way, I noticed that it didn’t close properly so I just went to the store to fix it. So now we’ll be sure that these brats won’t escape to the gym anymore” he huffed and pointed at the pup in your hand.

“Ah perfect. Saves us some trouble next time!”

“Yes, well Tom, let’s have look at your schedule I’ve set up for you and then take it from there, shall we?” Michael asked Tom and made his way towards his office to get Tom’s schedule.

“Enjoy your work-out, I guess I will see you around, Tom” you breathed and smiled at him while walking towards the door to put the pup with its brothers and sisters.

“Yeah, definitely. Thanks for the warming up. It was.. fun” he smirked and followed your brother to his office but only glancing back over his shoulder to give you a wink.

Oh boy.. this man!

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[buckyownsmylife]

Tom Hardy waking up by your side would be like...

A/N:This is sort of a follow up to Take me, thanks to a suggestion made by @jamesbuchananbarnesslut​.

Tom’s P.O.V.

The soft but startling feeling of sunlight on my face woke me up from a deep slumber. I did not remember falling asleep, but considering the night’s activities, that wasn’t all that surprising.

I could still barely believe what had happened. After years of dreaming about it, I finally had my best friend naked in bed, writhing with pleasure underneath me. It was everything I’d always hoped for, and the fact that she’d allowed me to enact every single one of my wildest fantasies only made me grow harder as I realized morning woods had a completely different meaning when I knew she was right next to me.

Except…

I couldn’t turn around to check on her, and when I opened my eyes, I realized it was because all of my limbs had been expertly tied with what looked like my shirts, to each and every corner of my bed.

The immediate panic had me surging against the binds, but just as I tried to move, my body was pulled back against the mattress again. I was about to start screaming for Y/N when the door of my room was opened and in she came, glancing at me like she didn’t have a care in the world.

“What is this?” I asked, trying to sound angry but obviously just coming across as amused, which was my actual emotion. She simply giggled, slowly climbing onto the bed and walking on her hands and knees towards my body, wearing nothing but my shirt.

The sight had me licking my lips as I watched the way the sunlight danced over her skin. God, I wanted to lick it all over again.

“Untie me,” I urged, eyes still focused on the space between her legs that the edge of the shirt kept hidden from me. “I’m still not done with you, darling.”

The smirk she gave me was chill-inducing, but in the best possible way. I could already feel my toes curling from the warmth of her thighs as she climbed further up, until she was hovering just over my head.

“You’ve had your fun yesterday, Tommy,” she whispered, caressing my jaw with soft hands. “Now it’s my turn.” I was about to point out that she seemed to have had the time of her life yesterday, but before I could, her lips were on mine, controlling the kiss and taking my breath away.

“And I won’t let you leave until I’ve had my fill.” I expected her to lower her perfect little pussy on my face after such a warning, but instead, she made me look her in the eye, still cradling my face, as she asked, “Do you trust me?”

It was the same question I’d asked her the night before, when I refused to even touch her until I heard the confirmation fall from her lips. The reminder made me smile, and there was no doubt in my mind as to what my answer would be.

“Blindly.”

She captured my lips with hers once more, sealing my heavenly fate. I couldn’t wait to be but an instrument for her pleasure.

And she started by riding my face.

The sweetness I’d grown accustomed to the night before was still as overwhelmingly delicious. Despite the uncomfortable feeling of being stuck to one specific position, I settled down to enjoy the taste and the view of her tits bouncing freely underneath the shirt she wore, making my cock twitch in need.

I still hadn’t had the pleasure of feeling her tight cunt embrace me, but the longer I spent with her nude body, the more desperate I became.

However, that experience we shared after a couple of beers hadn’t been about me. It was about showing her the pleasure that she deserved, the pleasure I could give to her, should she allow me to.

Thankfully, it seemed like my goal had been achieved, and she was now willing to give a relationship with me a try. Or at least, I hoped this was what she was saying with the rhythmic way she kept rubbing her cunt against my face, slathering her wetness all over my chin. And I was here for the road.

She had tempted me for so long. But now, she was finally mine. I wouldn’t let her go, wouldn’t let her pretend this was strictly sexual when I had so many feelings for the woman on top of me. She grabbed my hair to help her movements as they grew frantic, and we moaned in unison, me at the slight pain at my scalp and her as she rode down the orgasm she took from me.

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[ron99hardy]

- Wading -

I watched Tommy shove a piece of cake off my plate into his mouth, while I sipped on my tea, eyeing him over the rim of the mug.

,,You sure you cant finish this?’’

,,Yeah, go ahead.’‘ I assured, slowly pushing the half eaten plate towards him. ,,You look like you haven’t eaten in a while.’‘

,,I’m on a diet actually.’‘

I didn’t need to ask further for what he restricted his food for. From the past knowledge I understood it was for nothing, but a fight. I couldn’t help more than let out a sigh after realisation.

His eyes quickly flicked to mine, before dropping back down to his food.

,,What?’‘

,,Nothing.’‘

My chest started to form a heavy feeling I couldnt resist. The thought of him in an octagon didn’t leave a pleasant apprehension in the pit of my stomach, but I wouldn’t try to interfere. I couldnt.

From the first time I saw Tommy again, I could sense that no one could control what he does. He would sprint head first into a brick wall if that’s what he wanted to do. It wasn’t my place after all these years to enlighten him of what is right or wrong.

,,Are you okay?’‘ His voice was low, nevertheless the warmth was to be sensed. His gaze layed on mine, watching my face for any warning.

,,Yeah,’‘ I fidged the loose strands of my hair behind my ears. ,,I’m good.’‘ The smile didnt reach my ears completely.

I dropped the view I had of him just for a second, only to find his now grown piercing stare riveted on me. But it wasn’t my face that had his attention, it was the 22 carat that snug around my finger.

I felt insecure and exposed and because of that I rushed my hand from the strands down to my lap. The action prompted his eyes to move up to mine and I grew even more uncomfortable.

I could see the last bite he took forcefully make it’s way down his throat.

,,Nice ring.’‘ He kissed his teeth, pulling away his eyes from my puzzled ones.

The way the fork rushed down the empty plate stung my ears and send a wake up call through the diner.

Eyes from nearby tables landed on us, however I couldn’t move my view away from him.

His tongue poked the insides of his mouth, while a tiny smirk formed in the corner of his lips.

,,Of course she would.” He spoke to himself.

Sarcasm dripped from his tongue, it shot up quickly and dimmed as silence followed when he decided to gift me his side profile. 

Stillness was glued between us and I found myself wondering what he was thinking. He was way too quiet and him being quiet only meant that he was being analytical.

His jaw locked and flexed while his eyes tried to fixate a spot in the room.

,,I wanted to tell you.”

,,When?’‘ His question was rushed.

,,I got to see you just yesterday Tommy, do you think I would have jumped you and shoved you this in your face to tell you about it?’‘ My finger pointed to what should have brought me the biggest happiness one ever felt, but it didn’t.

,,You didn’t wear it yesterday.’‘ His arms folded on the table, peering at me through heavy eyelids. ,,A coincidence?’‘

,,You know I dont like jewelery.’‘ I kept my answer sparse. I knew what he was on about. He thought I would hide my bond from him, what somewhat is true to a degree. I didn’t want to surprise him with the news after our reunion. It wasnt my plan on stealing the light from him, with an event I knew he wasn’t okay with.

,,Since when?’‘

,,4 months.’‘ I answered meekly.

,,4 months and you didn’t dare writing me about it?’‘

,,No I didn’t.‘’ I nearly hissed. ,,It was so rare of you to write me back or get you on the phone. I didn’t want to irk your world with stages of my life.’‘

,,Are you serious? You getting married is ‘just’ a stage of your life for you?’‘

His question revealed more of myself than I wanted him to know.

,,Not married,’‘ I corrected him, fidgeting the ring on my finger. ,,I’m only engaged.’‘

He shifted in his seat but the movement was super stiff. ,,Yeah, makes it any better.’‘ 

I knew he was wound tight and unbidden and I wanted to do everything in my power to ease the tension. However, I was the cause and there was no way possible that I could fix a problem when I was the problem.

,,With who?’‘

The eagerness to know flickerd in his eyes, but at the same time how relaxed he looked didn’t give me any comfort. Tommy wasn’t to be underastimated when mellow.

,,Dave,’‘ I halted. ,, Dave Ivanick.” His name burning a displeased sensation in my mouth.

,,Do I know him?’‘

,,No.’‘

,,And what does Dave do?’‘ His face twisted.

,,Please Tommy, I think -’’

,,No,’’ He snapped only for me to hear. ,,I want to know.’’ 

I left the breath out that got held captive in my lungs. ,,He is a lawyer.’‘

,,A lawyer, okay.’‘ He slumped back on the seat and pressed his lips together. ,,Are you happy?’‘

I blinked, digesting his question.

,,Yeah, I am.’‘

My confession was only a lie because I was far away from being content with my life and didn’t want to declare my misery to him.

I saw him scrutinizing if I was deceptive. It made me uneasy. I hated how easily he saw through me and I was left to question how after all these years he still was able to read my being. 

No matter how hard I tried to form my words into creating a fake image around my condition, he could smell my bullshit from miles away like a freaking dog on patrol.

,,Does your Dad like him?’‘ Tommy’s voice startled my thoughts.

,,No.’‘

My Dad’s opinion on Dave enlightend my memory. ,,He is too ‘formal’ for him and not valorous.” I couldnt help smirking and rolled my eyes.

,,Yeah, you’re Dad is a rough dude, he doesn’t like just anybody.” He grinned, freeing the tension we were pinned under mere seconds ago.

,,Can you believe, we’re so grown that we talk about stuff like this now T?’‘ My eyelids flickered calmly as nostalgia hit me. ,,I can’t believe we’re so old now.’‘

,,You’re not old.’‘ His voice was full of confidence. ,,You still look great.’‘

I looked at him wide-eyed as my cheeks warmed. ,,Thank you. You look great yourself.’’ My compliment caused his lips to twitch into a grin that didn’t unfold into full potential.

,,But look,’‘ I pointed at my forehead. ,,you can already make out wrinkles.’‘ I wiggeled my eyebrows.

My belly flustered butterflies through my being when he offered me the biggest smile. Seeing grown up Tommy beam left me speechless and almost pacing my hand down my bag to grap my phone to perpetuate the moment forever.

I observed him incessantly, until his throat left a shaky cough, pressuring him to break the secret conversation our eyes held, only we were able to understand.

,,Why can’t you look at me Tommy?’‘

He shrugged. I wanted nothing more than to lose myself in the pool of green and blue again.

,,Look, I’m sorry. I know I should have told you.’‘ I stated.

My apologize didn’t reach his ears, as he made no attempt at looking at me again, so I repeated.

For some reason it took me some time to grasp that something different cought his attention and he wasn’t just staring into the distance.

Following his glare, my eyes zeroed on the door in the very back of the diner.

My eyes latching on to a person I knew all too well.

As though he sensed my stare, he looked between me and Tommy. His eyes instantly locked with mine when he was finally able to identify. 

I watched as his face morphed from confusion into joy.

Anxiety that I thought vaporized into nothingness was now coming back at full force, racing my heart uncomfortably.

I wanted nothing more than to morph into the depth of my seat, when Dave wandered towards our table.

His smile illuminated against the dim lights of the diner. It was rare to see someone so well dressed like him in an obsolescent place like this. The contrast therefore between delightful and depraved seemed comical.

,,Hey, baby.”

His hand graced my back and I couldn’t help but stiffen up at his touch.

Dave placed a quick pack on top of my head and while it should take me to the moon, it made me want to jump out of this place.

The tension was so thick. My eyes were busy dancing between both of them.

Tommy was staring curiously up at Dave, while Dave on the other hand was smiling gleefully down at me.

,,Who’s this?’‘ Dave’s brows furrowed in confusion.

My throat grew a lump I almost couldn’t swallow past.

,,Dave, this is Tommy,’’ I pointed at him, avoiding his glance. ,,and Tommy, this is Dave, my fiance.’‘

Speaking it out felt like poison being poured down my throat.

I couldn’t resist the heat any longer my cheeks felt. My past love was burning holes into my profile I was sure would never heal.

To my surprise, Tommy held out his hand first. ,,Nice to meet you Dave.’‘

The smile that formed on Tommy’s face was fake, but not fake enough for other people to recognize how much of an actor he could be.

,,Nice to meet you too Tommy.’‘ Dave’s voice was so innocent, it nearly drove me to the edge.

I cleared my throat as they both shook hands, landing four well known eyes on me.

,,Wait, so you are the ‘childhood friend Tommy’?’‘

I wanted to tell Dave that he was way more than that but bit my tongue.

,,Yeah, yeah I’m that friend.’‘ Tommy looked at me before heaving his glinted eyes back to Dave.

,,She doesn’t tell me much about you, but when she does I’m always eager to listen.’‘

,,Well, what did she tell you about me?’‘ Tommy quizzed, forcing me to lock eyes with him.

,,That would push your ego way too high.’‘ They both let out a laugh and I cringed.

I needed to get the fuck out of here.

My past colliding with my future made me sweat so much, I was sure a stream of moisture would fall if I lifted my shirt.

,,Why did you come here Dave?’‘ I stood. ,,I thought you had work?’‘

,,I got off early. I thought I might pick you up, so I called your Dad and he told me you were here.’‘

I know he could feel the distress I was in when his eyes went back and forth between a silent Tommy and me. ,,Why? Is there a problem?’‘

,,No!’’ I screeched, startling not only myself but my fiance as well. ,,No.” I repeated.

My pulse must have been at 200 and I ran my hands over my head, in hopes of cooling my features.

,,I’ll wait for you in the car.’’ Dave’s eyes watched me closely, before getting a last glimpse of Tommy. ,,Was nice meeting you Tommy.’’

,,Yup, you too.’‘ His voice appeared behind me.

With Dave out of sight, I finally released my tensed shoulders, letting air expand through my lungs.

,,You look pale.’‘

Frustrated, I turned towards Tommy and sighed. ,,Hey, look at me.’‘

His demand made me look at him immediatley. ,,Relax.’‘

 The way his face lit up to bring my being some sense of comfort just wanted me to kneel down to the floor and sob for enternity.

,,I’m sorry.’‘ My soul declared unconsciously.

,,For what? That I got to meet your man? Come on.’‘ Yeah my man. ,,I would have met him sooner or later anyway.’’

,,No.’‘ I sniffed.

,,No?’‘ He chuckled and I was able to see the twist of his front tooth I used to make fun of when we were younger.

He watched me for a while before opening his mouth again. ,,I know this was a lot for you now, but you shouldn’t worry. Everything is alright.’‘

,,You’re not mad at me?”

,,No, I am. I wish you would have told me earlier, but it is what it is.”

,,I’m really sorry T. I just-“

,,It’s okay.”

I couldn’t believe that he finally spoke in whole sentences, instead of giving me short responses. The only problem is that they told me to ease my heart, because of the way my old best friend got to meet my freaking fiance, when this topic shouldn’t have been present between us until I decided to.

Tommy knowing about my relationship, smashed the little girls heart inside me that only had eyes for him. It let me know that this was all in the past. It would forever nestle in the back of my memory and fall into dust and I had to approach a life that didn’t involve him, at least not in the way I always wanted to.

He got up his seat.

,,Keep your head high.” His rough finger nudged my chin up ever so slighty, not making it able for me to reminisce in it’s familarity. 

I was embarressed of the way my agony unblossomed.

,,I’ll see you around, Tommy.’‘

I turned my back on him to walk away from this misery, but was halted instead by a grip around my wrist.

He took a step closer towards me, allowing me to peer up at him. His face was traced away from all sensibility, but I saw in his eyes how much worry stung his emotions.

,,Take care of yourself.”

,,Yeah,” I mumbled. ,,you too.”

The pressure framing my wrist, turned into sweet caresses as his thumb went up and down my radius bone. It was the first time after internity feeling his touch. It made the hairs in the back of my neck stand up and electricity rush through my veins.

,,Alright. You should go,” He exhaled. ,,or else he will eat me up.’‘ He nodged his chin towards the outside where Dave was seated in his car, watching our every motion.

A chuckle escaped me at the thought of his statement. If anyone ate anyone up, it was most defintely Tommy eating Dave and he would not leave a single crumb. No discussion.

I smiled half heartedly and nodded, leaving him where he stood.

I turned around one last time to have full on view of his being. Behind his intimidating form there was this gentle beast that only I knew. I had the privilege to know it and I loved every second of it.

Since my childhood I savoured being in his presence. He made me feel protected and cared for and even grown up he left me in awe. I loved when he did the most simplest things such as deciding to pour his heart out and stating his opinion on topics.

I tried to understand him when nobody listend and was even accepting enough of when all I could hear was his sweet breath when he fell asleep on the phone.

Tommy was my safe space. I felt real when I was near him. Understood and not alone. He filled a void and that’s all I ever craved. Him being here again after all those years I couldn’t see him, reminded me of how much my eyes missed him.

Yes, we talked whenever he was free in the military, but seeing him in person again brought the little girl inside me back to surface. I was with the love I buried so deeply again. But I wasn’t really with him.

Fate had other plans, and made me cross paths with someone who was able to marry my human form, but not my soul.

My soul belonged to someone else who is held captive by his own past and demons. This, I accepted and tried to move on. Unfortunately, my heart couldn’t.

I knew Tommy loved me, though I never dared to make the attempt to find out how much.

A blind person could see with how much adoration he looked at me. But he never made the move and I didn’t dare declaring my feelings of fear of being rejected.

So I was left with imaginations of what could have been.

Sighing in relief I plundged into the passenger seat. My nerves got the best of me. My palms were sweaty and my breathing was still uneven. I inhaled and exhaled slowly before glancing over at a silent Dave.

,,I like him.”

,,Hm?’‘

,,Tommy, he looks like a good guy.’‘ He ceased his leering from the diner.

I didn’t know what to say. Tommy didn’t look like a ‘good’ guy until you got to know him. In fact his appearance was oozing menace, but I was glad to know that someone looked past that and saw that he was pure, even if it was Dave.

,,Yeah.’’ I shrugged him off and turned facing towards the direction that send tingles down my spine.

Tommy was watching us. Not watching, freaking piercing us with his glare.

He offered a small smile I know was only designed for me.

The way it faded when he saw my face forcefully pushed against another one stopped the drumming within my chest.

Dave’s lips eagerly traced mine in hopes of a heated kiss, while I couldn’t latch my eyes off of an exasperated, woeful Tommy.

,,Stop Dave!” I squealed.

It brought me to tears how he kept watching us. Under the wall of moisture rising in my eyes, I could make out how his face morphed into disgust.

In the inside I was screaming, and my eyes saw red. How dare he? What has gotten into him to do this to me?

My cheeks by now were drenched in tears while Dave’s hands traced over my whole body, placing his lips on every spot possible on my neck and back on my lips.

I wanted to die and I was sure I would if my breath kept being cut off.

When Dave tried to lure his tongue inside my mouth I couldn’t help myself anymore.

,,Dave fucking stop!”. I yelled when I gained strength strong enough to shove him off.

My immediate reaction was to connect my hand with his cheek.

The noise echoed throughout the car and the only sounds of our breathless bodies were welcomed next.

My hand gained a pulse by itself and the throb was stinging my hand blood red.

My head was shutting off. This couldn’t be real, my reality. The handprint left on his cheek reminded me that this was in fact very real. This was my reality.

The gaze in Dave’s eyes scared me, it was so dark I was sure it was going to devour me. I have never seen him like this.

,,What the fuck are you doing?!” I screamed. ,,What the fuck are doing Dave? I repeated. ,,Fuck you!”

He suddenly looked perplexed himself. He has never been so aggressive in being in contact with me.

But it didn’t matter any more.

When I looked back to search for Tommy, he vanished. There was no trace of him left and I didn’t know if I was able to be part of his presence ever again, or if my accident was the cause for a long denouement.

~

As good as it gets, I’ll have more regret, you’re something I cannot miss

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[interstellargatorskinboots1812]

Chapter 13: The Rush of Blood

Alfie feels sweat trickling down his back, his eyes lacerate into the interloper in front of him, who dirties and taints the elegant hall as if by osmosis.

Michael McCleary. To Arabella, just a name scrawled in Tommy’s handwriting, but now here he stands, a short and stout man with filth escaping his every pore.

‘You’ve been ignoring my calls and letters, Solomons.’

His Scouse twang echoes strongly in the affluent surroundings.

‘Yeh well there’s a very good reason for that, ain’t there?’

Alfie’s stiff shoulders and heavy-set back, wrap an unwelcome presage around Arabella, as if confirming Tommy’s suspicions that the High Rip gang have prior dealings with her fiance.

Swiping a cocktail from a reluctant waiter, Michael smirks and downs the alcohol. He bites aggressively, with what few teeth he has left,  into the cherry that decorates his glass.

‘I don’t like being ignored you see. It gets me all angsty.’

He putters the cherry stem.

‘Maybe I need to get me a good looking tart like yours? Bet she helps relieve the tension at night, doesn’t she?’

With a filthy leer, Michael flicks the tied stem down Arabella’s cleavage. Reacting almost before Alfie has the chance to form a fist, she pulls back his hand.

‘Stop, think where you are and who is around you. It’s just what this fucker wants. Don’t play into his hands.’

Alfie grunts a response, the blood bouncing in his veins in abundance.

‘She speaks a lot of sense, you should listen to her’.

‘She has a name, you know’.

Michael’s laugh fills the darkening space.

‘Oh I know your name, Ms Arabella Shelby. I know all about you and your family. Modern day Romeo and Juliet, you two are. Star-crossed lovers from opposite ends of the trotting tracks.. .  and well  . . . we all know how that tale ends’.

With a calming composure, Alfie’s bulky shadow casts shade over the Liverpudlian’s pockmarked face.

‘You might be better served expressing your profound views on literature to someone who gives a fuck, mate. You waltz in here thinking you’re a brave lad, when we all know that the only reason you are still stood vertically, thieving my oxygen is because I am choosing not to put a bullet in that thick skull of yours. Now tell me what you’re ‘ere for and then you can fuck off or I will  stick my boot so far up your arse that you’ll fly back to Liverpool and hit the Mersey with a breathless sense of having tumbled like Icarus from the sky’.

Michael’s delusive grin cultivates his face, Alfie’s resolute words land beside him like a grenade with the pin still attached. The malodour of old garbage fires thrives from their unwelcome guest and as foul in her nostrils as it is, Arabella inhales deeply in an effort to slow her breathing.

Michael’s drawing quite the crowd.

‘Alfie is right, make your point and then fuck off’.

‘Bad words from such a beautiful broad- be careful none of these toff-nosed Jews hear it. You wouldn’t want to give the game away.’

Alfie’s eyes slice like the ambiguity in Michael’s rhetoric.

‘Oh don’t worry Solomons, your secrets and skeletons are safe with me. . . for now anyway’.

The twine possessing Alfie’s composure splinters and with a constricting grab of an upper arm, he whips Michael away from prying eyes, with Arabella’s plea of his name falling on death ears and Rubin hot on their tail.

At the main entrance a huddle of elderly Jewish women’s discussion on knitting patterns is firmly interrupted by a grapple they look shocked to be witnessing.

‘Now, don’t you worry about this ladies, I’m just taking out the rubbish’.

Alfie’s tone is jovial, but Arabella can see every vein in his body is amplifying to cardinal proportions.

Taking a sharp right, he hurls them into a deserted back alley, before ricochetting Michael’s back off the cold and damp bricks, making Arabella wince and Michael bellow breathlessly.

Years of fighting and taking back meant dealing with dregs like McCleary was almost autonomous. Despite his incensed demeanour, his brain remains utterly calm, firing off a lightening series of automated responses. A continuous of experience distilled into substance.

A multitude of action happens simultaneously and all before anyone has time to anticipate.

Arabella isn’t sure where he pulled it from, but Alfie is now pivoted firmly in front of Michael, a Webley Mark revolver held unwaveringly on his trigger finger.

‘My boy, no!’ Rubin clamours out as Arabella surges to the end of the alley surveying the surroundings.

‘Shit!’

Her panicked expletive reaches the ears of a well-to-do couple dressed in all their finery. Casting her a scandalised look, the lady tuts an ‘oh really’ under her expensive furs.

Arabella swallows her bottom lip. There is no way a gunshot is to go unnoticed and uninvestigated in these surroundings. She makes a dash back to Alfie, tugging at his arm once again.

‘Alfie, Alfie. . .Alfie, put the gun down’.

His eyes pirouette with torment, his fiance's pleas sequestering to the background. He gently bats away her arm.

‘Sweetie, you might want to stand well back for this one, because when I drop this bullet from it’s resting place the blood and matter that will ascend this little cunt to the heavens will deflect itself all over this pigsty. Now green and red just don’t go together and I’d hate for that dress to be ruined.’

‘Alfie, you need to stop. If anyone hears that thing go off and calls the police . . . he’s not worth that’.

‘My dear boy, Ms Shelby is right, put away that weapon. A man like this is not laudable for the ammunition’.

Ignoring Rubin entirely, Alfie addresses Arabella without ever leaving his attention from the snivelling creature caught firmly in his cross-hairs.

‘Treacle, since my resurrected partnership with your brother, I have no need to worry about the old cop shop. It’s all justifiable housekeeping.’

Arabella glances across to Rubin. Beads of sweat interspersing his forehead catch the oppressive luminosity of the gas light.

Alfie lurches forward pushing the weapon straight into Michael's windpipe with force.

‘Now McCleary, don’t ever think you can come into my world, and take an upper-hand. That ain’t ever gunna happen is it? Did you think I’d let you get away with it, what you thought you’d sensed a weakness in the Israelite?’

‘No need for senses when there’s certainty’.  Michael splutters  through the cold constriction of gun metal. Alfie’s eyebrows shoot up, the lines in his forehead increasing with magnitude.

Driven by instinct, he pushes the barrel of the gun under Michael’s chin as his eyes twitch at his adversary’s cool composure and audacious words  His heart races but his mind is icy.

‘Talk to me about this certainty of yours’. The clicking of his gun cocking into place and his detached tone sounds almost deafening to Arabella in this confined space.

‘Alfie stop! He’s winding you up!’ Her voice going an octave higher.

‘Your uncle, Charles Solomons. He’s an interesting fellow isn’t he? Or at least he has some very interesting cargo that comes through Liverpool docks’.

Arabella hears the gasp Rubin drops at the name Charles Solomons. Alfie’s eyebrows lower and pull even further together as his lip curls.

‘You see Alfie, you might have a hand at what goes through Camden Lock and thanks to this new allegiance with Lady Muck there, you have a finger in the pie at Poplar, but Liverpool and the Albert Dock? They’re mine. I control them and with  no foot hold there for either of your little gangs, I have a lot of leverage in way of your Uncle Charlie’s cargo from Boston.’

Alfie catatonic eyes continue staring at Michael, looking straight through him.

‘Charles Solomons’ business has nothing to do with me!’

Spittle flies from his mouth along with his indignant rumble of words.

‘Funny that because his business of bootlegging, narcotics and the like has certainly bank rolled a lot of your warehouses and labour. How do you think he’d feel knowing his own nephew had a hand in the fallout of his empire eh? Because between me and my lads, we could make it very difficult for his goods to make their destination points’.

The barrel of Alfie’s gun collides with Michel’s cheekbone, splitting the skin wide open. Michael grabs the wound with his hand shouting a series of expletives.

‘Lets say I shoot you right here, right now. In the fucking face. I’d be doing everyone a fucking favour then wouldn’t I? Including my Uncle Charlie.’

‘You can kill me now, but it wouldn’t make a difference. There’s not just me in on this’.

Alfie swallows, the saliva bounding down his throat like poison. How did this fucker, this scruffy backstreet gang member know so much of his business? Alfie didn’t want this fight but it has come looking for him and battle it, he will. His finger tightens on the trigger, snatching at it. But by now, galvanised by the chaos, Arabella steps into the fold.

Alfie turns his head sharply at her, but she doesn’t react. In that second panic sets in. He didn’t panic ever. Panicking got you killed. A straightforward equilibrium. But, just like panic, distraction gets you killed and when he sees her step into the combat zone, his focus goes to keeping her safe. Already, she is becoming detrimental.

Unfazed by the weapon and the weight of the situation, Arabella looks Michael up and down, her eyes set to a primitive gaze.

‘So, that’s your leverage is it?’

‘Arabella, go the fuck back inside!’

Rubin wrings his hands behind them.

‘Ms Shelby, perhaps Alfie is right and you should. .’ Rubin’s attempts to mediate are cut off by Alfie’s growl.

‘Fuck off Bella, Now!’

‘I’m going nowhere! I want to know what Mr McCleary is using Charles Solomons as a bargaining chip for?’

Nursing his bleeding cheek, Michael winks at Arabella salaciously.

‘I mean, you ask all the right questions don’t you babe? If she’s half as good at emptying your balls, Solomons then she’s too worthy for you.’

Alfie’s anger hits crescendo and just as the adrenaline spikes to manipulate his limbs, he feels the soft skin of Arabella’s hand entwine with his around the gun. With a firm grip she pulls the focus of the barrel between McCleary’s legs.

‘I’ve got more than one method for draining balls, now get the fuck out with what it is you want’.

‘Alright sweetheart, as it’s you. You see, us up North we haven’t got it as good as you bastards down here. You Southern ponces have it perfect, business must be booming with everyone’s love for trotting spectacles’.

Arabella rolls her eyes.

‘Fuck sake, you men and your fucking horses! All this is about the tracks!?’

‘The tracks that have got you were you are standing now, love. Well, me any my lads are feeling a bit left out and we reckon it’s about time you did some sharing’.

Alfie pouts at the fanciful fucker in front of him. That thick-lipped mouth of his on display, that Arabella notes makes him look amenable and cordial, hiding the steel that lays beneath the easy smiles.

‘Carry on down the road to Little Italy and you can discuss all this with Darby Sabini -we hear he is in need of allies at the moment’.

Michael grins wide, oozing more blood from the gash to his face. He likes her, shame really when he considers his end game.

‘Oh no Miss Shelby, I’m not in this to share or be a worker bee for any Italian mob cunt. We want space and pitches and with those we will agree to a truce at the Liverpool docks and no more trouble with the cargo of a Mr C Solomons as well as a new trade network at my end.’

‘Fuck your truce! I don’t do fucking truces mate! Don’t think for a single second of your measly,  miserable existence that I would work with a cunt like you. You, yeh, are the lowest and most de sanctified piece of scum and I don’t do deals with men willing to kill the rats that live among them by biting them’.

Either McCleary was mentally deficient or he has more up his sleeve that he can pull out when he wants. Arabella was yet to decide which.

‘Look, how many good-natured businessmen have you lot bullied, hounded and baited for pitches? That’s how it works. Now don’t come the incensed with me when the same thing happens to you’.

Alfie works his way closer into Michael’s space, the gun pushing further into McCleary’s gut with each step.

‘Now, I’ve been very patient of you, considering the circumstances but now your just getting on my last fucking nerve. You come ‘ere to seek me out, you know the road, you know I offer a deal or death. Un-fuckin-fortunately for you mate it’s no deal’.

The sound of a cocking gun fills the expanse around them. Alfie’s eyes knit together as his gun was already rearing to go.

A cold chill fills his body.

As quick as a snake he whips his head in Arabella’s direction. A tall and lanky man with a soot covered face and eyes like piss holes in the snow looms behind her. The same revolver as his own sequestering into the parting of her hair.

‘Well, I did tell you I wasn’t in this alone. What’s say we call a truce that you famously don’t do?’

Alfie’s tongue darts out across his lips to add moisture to his acrid mouth.

‘Take that gun from behind her head now or so help me I’ll paint this alleyway with every ounce of your intestines’.

‘Alright, calm yourself will yeh! Take this gun out of my ribcage and I’ll ask me mate here to throw back your princess once we’ve discussed our bookmaking arrangements for Kempton and Earls Park. We can discuss Epsom when . . . ‘

Smug words drown out to the ear piercing shriek of agony, followed by a gunshot.

Alfie can hear the blood swilling around his ears as they ring. A cold sweat like the ones he experienced in France drapes around him.

Rubin, who has ducked down, cowering like a child to avoid the fired bullet, turns to look at the damage inflicted to the brickwork behind him.

Alfie’s eyes search with frantic need. Never has he felt relief like the kind her green scowl is bringing.

Arabella’s provoked patience melded into fury and flashing her hand from inside her cleavage she had retrieved a flick knife.

McCleary’s cadaverous assailant falls back, nursing his eye socket. His muck filled knuckles struggle to contain the cascade of crimson.

Alfie spots a blood stain growing on the young man’s upper arm. One flow of movement from her had caused the damage.  Alfie didn’t know if he was turned on, worried or infuriated- the dilemma was nauseating. He quickly pulls her arm a little too roughly, placing her behind his frame, an action that makes Michael sneer.

‘There’s part of that weakness of yours, Solomons. A devil always protects his angel’.

‘You are pushing your fucking luck mate!’

Alfie bellows the last three words as they spark a fire in his eyes like every demon and monster laying dormant inside him is suddenly awakened.

‘She’s fucking blinded me, you stupid fucking bitch!’

‘That is just a scratch. Rest assured that I think before I act so had I wanted to blind you then that eyeball would be on the end of my knife edge.’

‘Yeh and make another sound and both your fuckin eyes will be in my next batch of rum, mate’.

Michael keeps his eyes on Alfie. Watching him warily and attempting to second-guess what his next move will be, irritating Arabella to no end. She points at him with the tip of her knife, dripping with red.

‘Let me explain a few things to you. For one, I am not in anyway some hapless princess that gets what she wants through the strong-arming of her brothers. Secondly, should you wish to know where my brothers get their violent tendencies from, it’s from having to try and fight back at a sister who has always been two steps ahead of them. As for the devil, well, even the devil doesn’t know where an angel sharpens their knives’.

Despite the situation Michael’s countenance lifts into a smile that reaches his eyes. He knows he’s playing a dangerous game with Solomons, but now he understood that this broad is more strife than he has given thought to. The only thing left to do is see everything through and watch who would be the victor.

Alfie transfixes a snarl to Michael’s assailant who is using his flea invested blazer to wipe away the blood. He reaches into his pocket sending all eyes to his actions with cautious worry. Pulling out a white handkerchief, he condescendingly tosses it across.

‘Why don’t you wipe yourself the fuck up and then the pair of you can trot on down to the end of this road and fuck off from where you’ve crawled from?’

‘Alright, we’ve said what we need to say, no need to labour the point’.

Alfie’s shoulders hunch. Going without a fight seems suspicious and he can almost feel the charge coming off Michael as he pushes the still drawn pistol in the bakers hand out of his way to saunter to his mate.

‘This isn’t a finished conversation though, Solomons. Earls Park races start in a fortnight and we want in on the pitches and not the shitty cheaper rings that you Jews have been used to before now. We can discuss another meeting in the coming days. Don’t ignore my telegrams this time- I’d hate to come back for your princess’.

‘And she would hate to come back for this fucker’s other eye’.

Arabella spits out through gritted teeth as Alfie once again finds himself squaring back up to Michael with all the menace of a mad man. A dense darkness spiking in his eyes forcing devilry to dance in his pupils. Arabella watches warily through the silence. Maybe all the schemes of the devil were nothing in comparison to what this man could muster up.

In one swift blow, Alfie’s knuckles collide with Michael’s conspirator. The sound of bones crunching fill the space as the gangling lad plummets to the concrete,. Rubin gasps in shock and turns his head to the side, scrunching his eyes as if it would remove him from the situation.

‘That there yeh, is just for starters. Consider it a warning to both of you that children do not belong in a man’s world.  No fucking deal. No fucking meeting. Take your friend and fuck off.’

Alfie steps over the body below him, barging into Michael's shoulder in the process. He holds out his hand to Arabella, which she accepts as they walk off down the narrow space.

‘Before you go anywhere there’s something else you should know’.

Alfie spins around, his expression dripping with malice.

‘What’s that old saying- an eye for an eye? You might want to check on your little right hand man. He got in our way when we were looking for you at that warehouse you use belonging to her brother. Not sure how long it takes to bleed out from a leg wound but he’s already been there quite a while, so I wouldn’t leave it too long.’

Alfie’s brain feels like it’s in overload. They have got to Issiah. He drops Arabella’s hand. With hunching shoulders, he storms back onto the thoroughfare of the street. He needed to get to Issiah and get to him fast. Everything else could wait.

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Mutual Protection | Eddie Brock x gn!reader

anonymous asked: Eddie Brock:

Hiya!! It's me again!

May I please ask for a work using the following prompts for Eddie Brock X non-binary, male, or gn!Reader:

“Oi! Calm it, he ain’t worth the shit you’ll get into for knocking his teeth out” 

(Reader gets super protective of Eddie?? Like Eddie tries to protect reader at first and they're like "leave it" until they say sit about Eddie??)

summary: when your ex tries to start drama, you and Eddie immediately have each other's backs with no questions asked.

tws: swearing, mild violence

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Gently, you placed your hand on Eddie's shoulder and tried to coax him backwards despite the fact that he was massively struggling against you; at the best of times, Eddie's protective and possessive streak could be charming and endearing. At the worst of times, it could make him dangerous, wild and harsh.

So when he caught Logan flirting with you far, far too much for his liking, he couldn't help but to step in; Eddie never liked Logan, liked him even less when he caught him talking to his partner in a manner he didn't like.

You and Logan had unfinished business, a relationship that had been broken off when he decided that he would fuck off to the middle of nowhere and not even bother to tell you why; you never forgave him.

Eddie never forgave him.

Eddie could still remember the nights you had spent crying into your pillows in the shared flat, he could still remember practically having to force feed you when you refused to eat for too long for it to just be a little bit of appetite loss. Above all else, Eddie could still remember the dozens and dozens of times he had driven you to Xavier's school only for nothing.

Eddie never forgave Logan, and never would. Not for that. No.

"Oi! Calm it, he ain't worth the shit you'll get into for knocking his teeth out," you told him, gently pushing his shoulder.

"He shouldn't be here," Eddie growled. "He shouldn't be anywhere near you after what he did."

The second he laid eyes on Logan, you should have known Eddie would immediately get both protective and possessive, refusing to let Logan anywhere near you or even look at you; but it wasn't Eddie who threw the first punch.

Nor was it Eddie who made the first threat. But the second an adamantium boned fist made contact with Eddie's nose, you stepped in, forcing Eddie back.

"Get the fuck away from him," you hissed through gritted teeth, refusing to budge as you kept your eyes on Logan. Your gaze angry and wrathful. "Now, Logan."

"C'mon," he tutted, shaking his head as he took a step towards you. "He's a pipsqueak - you'd be better off with someone who can actually protect you."

You shook your head, taking a step towards him and easily staring him down. "Logan. Fuck off."

Eddie grabbed your shoulder, holding onto it tightly as he pulled you back slightly, his voice harsh but quiet. "Still think he's not worth the shit?"

You nodded, pushing him back slightly. "He isn't. But he insulted you, and that's different."

"You never defended me like that," Logan huffed. "What's so different about Pipsqueak here?"

"He loves me," you told him. "He loves me enough that he wouldn't fucking abandon me and fuck off to nowhere."

"I wouldn't abandon you, ever," Eddie added softly.

"I know, baby, that's the point," you muttered, shaking your head before you glared at Logan again. "You need to accept that I don't love you anymore. I don't care about you anymore. You left me, and you never told me why - but y'know who was there? When I needed somebody?"

"Pipsqueak," Logan guessed, raising an unimpressed brow.

"Stop fucking calling him that," you hissed, making a bold move and grabbing the Wolverine by the throat. You narrowed your eyes at him, almost snarling. "He is more of a fucking partner than you ever were, Logan. He's better than you."

Logan narrowed his eyes as he furrowed his brows. "So you're gonna take his side over mine?"

"Absolutely," you gave his throat a squeeze. "Always."

It took Eddie a moment to pull you off of Logan, holding you tightly against his chest as he glared at your ex; Logan didn't look too happy, dusting off his plaid shirt before he pulled out a cigar and lit it, shaking his head.

Eddie could have killed him for the look he gave you. He should have, too. But when you walked off in a huff, Eddie was hot on your heels until he caught up with you; he frowned as he sat cross legged beside you, leaning into your leg.

"You didn't have to protect me from him," he said softly. "I could've handled it."

"His bones are made of one of the strongest metals in the world," you pointed out. "He would've killed you. I had to protect you… he wouldn't hurt me."

"How'd you know?"

"Logan's… difficult," you explained, "he's a fucking cunt and a half, but there's certain people he won't hurt. Still a bastard though, and he should never have insulted you like that."

"It was pretty hot," Eddie mused with a soft laugh. "Seeing you square up to him like that and try to choke him."

You laughed for a second, nodding. "Now you know how I feel when you get all possessive."

He grinned, looking up at you and sighing heavily. "We'll always protect each other, won't we?"

You dropped your hand down, lacing it in his brown locks. "Always. I've got your back, you've got mine."

Eddie smiled, humming contently as he looked out at the darkening skies; he leaned in a little more when you sat next to him, pressing your body against his.

He wanted to put his arm around you, but he didn't quite find it in himself to be bothered; he knew you felt the same when he didn't feel the weight of your arm around his waist. Not being bothered to be physically affectionate never meant anything to either of you, not when you knew that you would always be there for one another.

He stretched his legs out, pleasantly surprised when you let your hand drop to the inside of his thigh, drawing a soft hum from the back of his throat as his hand found its way to yours. He laced your fingers together, holding on.

"Y'know, Eddie," you breathed out. "I think you're the best partner I could've ever asked for."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," you nodded. "I do."

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Alfie Solomons Masterlist

Ride the Bull (Alfie Solomons/Reader)

היץ (Heat) (Alfie Solomons/Reader, sequel to Ride the Bull)

The Queen of Camden (Alfie Solomons/Reader, third part of Ride the Bull mini series)

Dirty Bliss (for the Tell Me Your Fantasy feature, Alfie/Reader)

Say it Dirty (for the Tell Me Your Fantasy feature, Alfie/Reader)

~*~Drabbles & Shorts~*~

Spicy Wednesday (Alfie/Reader)

Alfie motherfucking Solomons (Alfie/Reader)

His Hands (Alfie/Reader)

Fervid (Alfie/Reader)

Temple (Alfie/Reader)

Gripped (Alfie/Reader)

Prompt short - “I want to see those pretty lips wrapped around my cock.” (Alfie/Reader)

Sweet Surrender (Alfie Solomons/Reader)

Beast (Alfie Solomons/Reader)

Not One of Many (AU Alfie Solomons/OC) - Story complete

Masterlist

Happy Hanukkah-Mas! (A Beth and Alfie one shot special)

For The Love of Dogs (Beth/Alfie one shot)

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Sunshine & Rainbows — an Alfie Solomons x original character story — Chapter 8

18+ NSFW - minors don’t interact 🙅🏻‍♀️

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CHAPTER 8: lust for violence

Word count: 4115

TW:  language typical of Peaky Blinders, mild violence, smutty smut

Alfie confronts Livy and Arthur at the Eden Club … sparks fly.

A/N: I found parts of this chapter really hard to write, especially the bits with Arthur. But in the end, I think it’s my favourite so far! Hope you like it! 

“Beautiful thing, you are.”

Well, this is just fucking perfect, ain’t it?

After spending the better part of two days travelling to the end of the earth with one Shelby—Liverpool, a shithole rivalled only by fucking Birmingham—he arrived home wanting nothing more than to collapse in bed and rest his aching hip.

But, of course, nothing is ever simple.

Alfie was annoyed (but not surprised) to discover no one capable of following the most basic of instructions. So after threatening to skin Ollie, he drags himself out in the middle of the night to make sure Livy is still alive, and now he has the pleasure of dealing with yet another fucking Shelby.

They’re spreading like the clap, and he’s starting to regret ever sending that telegram.

He takes note of Arthur’s arm around Livy’s shoulder and the lips dangerously close to her ear and thinks how easy it would be to put a bullet in the fucker’s smug face.

Just one little click, yeah, and his brains would be spread across the bar. And sure, there’d be little bits stuck on all the bottles, but no one would complain because he’d be doing the world a favour—one less fucking pikey putting his FUCKING hands where they don’t fucking belong.

Alfie’s fingers twitch as he seethes, rage oozing from his pores and settling on his skin like sweat on a summer’s day. But then he looks at Livy, and Arthur should drop to his knees and thank whatever gypo God he worships because Alfie’s lust for violence is temporarily overshadowed by his lust for her.

His gun remains holstered as his eyes roam hungrily up Livy’s shapely legs. The gold dress she’s wearing is obscenely short, and while her hips are shrouded in a ridiculous array of feathers, it does nothing for her modesty. Instead, her dancer’s costume only highlights the pale skin of her generous thighs, and he can’t help but think of her bouncing on his cock and moaning his name.

Fuck. He nearly growls at the memory, gritting his teeth for control as he finally makes his presence known.

“Yeah, she is mate.”

Arthur’s head snaps up and his eyes narrow, clearly annoyed by the interruption, but Livy is all smiles at the sound of her favourite baker.

“Alfie, darling! You’re back!”

She pulls away from Arthur and practically throws herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck and her fingers through his hair. Alfie breathes deep and he’s flooded with the scent of her, cherries and vanilla, like summertime. She’s soft and warm, and fuck, it’s only been two days, but god, he’s missed her.

The thought makes him want to slap his own face because he knows just how pathetic it sounds. But there’s part of him that can’t deny the pounding in his chest whenever Livy walks into a room, so he gives in and pulls her close. The tension in his shoulders begins to fade, and he can feel his anger slow from a raging boil to a tepid simmer.

It might be three in the morning, and there might be Italians on their doorstep, but fucking hell; right now, she’s staring at him like he’s the only man in the room, and Arthur Shelby can go fuck himself.

“Hello, love,” he whispers, pressing a soft kiss against her forehead before moving his lips close to her ear. “I thought I asked you to stay in Camden Town, eh?”

“Oh, Alfie…” She bites her lip and giggles, avoiding the question. “When did you get back? I’ve missed you.”

He cocks his head and stares at her, taking his time as he weighs up the conflicting emotions. She looks so fucking innocent, and he wrestles with the primal urge to protect her from the world and never let go. But he also wants nothing more than to bend her over his knee and smack some fucking sense into her—because what the fuck is she doing here?

“Right, well, a few hours ago,” he finally responds. “Fucking late, innit? And I’m an old man, love, I need my sleep. But imagine my surprise when you’re nowhere to be found, and I have to find out from fucking Ollie that you’ve gone back to the Eden Club?”

Livy flashes a sheepish grin. “I’m sorry, Alfie,” she coos, her voice sickly sweet as she pats his shoulder. “I know you’re worried, darling, but I can’t stay locked up forever.”

He snorts. ”Is that a challenge, love?” Alfie wraps his fingers around her chin, his grasp firm yet gentle as he lifts her face to meet his. “Because last I remember, Sabini was on my fucking doorstep, demanding your sweet arse on a silver platter.”

Alfie’s not sure what he was expecting (because you never can tell with Livy) but he was hoping for some gratitude. After all, it’s the middle of the fucking night and he’s come all the way across town to check that her lovely limbs are still fucking attached.

But no. Instead, the woman has the audacity to sigh and roll her fucking eyes— like he’s out of line for simply caring about her wellbeing—and it takes every ounce of his self-control not to toss her over his shoulder.

He’s trying, he really is fucking trying, but fuck.

Fuck being patient, fuck the Eden Club, and fuck all these fucking cunts. She should be home, in his bed, not parading around half-naked in a room full of drunk bastards.

As if on cue, Arthur, who is quite drunk and arguably a right bastard, decides that now is the perfect time to join the conversation.

“Livy, I’m sure the girls are thirsty. Tell Peter to give you two bottles, on the house, love.” He draws himself to full height and steps forward, extending his hand. “Solomons,” Arthur greets.

His tone is gruff yet polite, but Alfie’s not in the mood for pleasantries.

“She’s not a waitress, mate,” he barks, eyes on Livy as he ignores the taller man. “C’mon, love. Get your stuff, it’s time to go.”

Arthur clenches his jaw and his face goes deep red. “Who the fuck do you think—“

“I’m not going anywhere, Alfie,” Livy cuts in.

“Excuse me, what?” He snaps, looking unimpressed as he towers over her. “What are you playing at, Livy? Get your shite and let’s go before the wops show up.”

“Alfie, Sabini’s not going to come here,” she explains, in an exasperated tone one would usually reserve for small children.

“Oh? And what makes you so fucking sure, princess? Don’t tell me—the pikey promised to keep you safe?”

Livy’s eyes darken, a warning sign that Alfie should have noticed but didn’t because Arthur is done being ignored.

“The fuck did you just call me?” He growls, the veins on his forehead ready to burst as he shoves Livy out of the way, coming chest to chest with Alfie. The Blinder leans close, voice dropping dangerously. “Because I didn’t fuckin’ hear you right.”

The room goes silent. Club patrons watch on with wide eyes, torn between the thrill of witnessing two of Britain’s most dangerous men and the biological urge to flee out of pure self-preservation.

Meanwhile, Alfie struggles with his own biological urge to break Arthur’s fucking teeth after the man dares to put his hands on Livy. But in the end, he chooses to mask his rage with casual indifference.

“Look mate, I’m having a private conversation with the lady, yeah? And it does not concern you, so be a good lad.” He waves his hand in dismal. “Goodbye. Trot on. The door’s that way, alright?”

He keeps a straight face, hiding his delight as he watches Arthur clench his fists. The man is wound so tight that he looks like a grenade, ready to blow at any minute, and Alfie wonders what it will take to pull the pin.

Not much, it turns out.

“You think you’re smart … Yeah, I heard that ‘bout you,” Arthur replies, getting louder with every word until he roars. “But let’s see how smart you are when I cut your fuckin’ eyes.”

He lurches forward, baring his teeth like a rabid dog as he wraps his hands around Alfie’s lapels and slams him against the bar. The remaining crowd gasps, a mix of fear and excitement from the bloodthirsty toffs.

But Alfie easily steadies himself, calmly shaking free from Arthur’s grasp before pointing a thick finger in his face.

“You fucking what? Cut my fucking eyes?” He repeats incredulously. “Right, well, here’s what you need to understand, mate. Your brother and I are doing business, like fucking men, yeah? But you, Arthur, are acting like a child, stomping your feet and throwing a fucking fit.” Alfie lowers his voice as he jabs Arthur’s chest, his stare like ice, growling, “I see you, right? Don’t think it goes unnoticed, your eyes on her. But I don’t share my toys, sweetie, so you can fuck right off before I put you in the corner.”

“Why you fucking— “

All hell is well and truly on the verge of breaking out when the men are suddenly interrupted by the violent sound of smashing glass.

They both spin abruptly towards the racket, Alfie instinctively reaching for his gun as he prepares for trouble.

But fucking hell, he was not expecting this.

His jaw drops when he sees Livy standing by the edge of the dance floor, nonchalantly holding a broken bottle in her tiny hand. Droplets of champagne litter her exposed skin, glistening in the low light, and her scarlet hair hangs loose around her face. She looks small and fiery, like a fallen angel.

Alfie opens his mouth to speak but no words come out, and it doesn’t matter because she has plenty.

“Look what you made me do,” Livy scolds, a pained expression on her beautiful face. “That was a perfectly good bottle of bubbly, ruined now because the two of you decided to act like naughty schoolboys.” She tsks under her breath as she looks down, mourning the champagne dripping from the table onto the sticky floor. “A fucking crime, that is. And what for?”

She looks up and considers both men before raising a hand, calling for silence. “Actually, no. I don’t want to hear it. If anyone should be angry here, it’s me. So let’s make a few things clear.”

Livy steps forward, waving the broken bottle from man to man before landing on the Blinder. “Arthur Shelby, the big man from Birmingham, eh?” She taunts in a singsong voice, “Put your hands on me again, and I’ll cut your fucking fingers off. Alright, darling?” She flashes a smile and pats his arm. “Now, be a dear and fuck off.”

“As for you… ” She spins and points accusingly at Alfie, her smile long gone as she narrows her eyes. “I am no one’s fucking toy and if you EVER speak that way about me again, I’ll cut off your balls and wear them like a trophy. Do not test me, Alfie,” she threatens, spitting out the syllables like it pains her to say his name.

Arthur watches the exchange, and his face lights up because seeing the Jew get a public scolding from the tiny redhead is even more satisfying than driving his fist into his face. (Never mind his very public scolding, which is already conveniently forgotten.) He smiles as he puts his hands up in surrender, calling her attention back to him.

“Alright, love, you’ve made your point. It was just the fuckin’ whiskey talking, eh?” He smirks as he smacks the bar and calls for Peter. “Two more bottles for the girls, mate!”

And just like that, he collects his drinks and strides off, whistling and smiling like a sailor with a leave pass.

Fucking hell. Alfie shakes his head and turns to Livy, glad to finally be alone.

Except …

The easy camaraderie that has existed between them since the moment she walked through his door is suddenly gone. In its place is an awkward silence, and after a few long minutes, he’s desperate for it to end.

“Livy—“

“Just be quiet, Alfie.”

Shit.

He swallows thickly, feeling truly uncertain for the first time in … well, a long fucking time. Alfie is not a man who gives a flying fuck what others think, but right now it’s clear that her opinion of him matters more than he wants to admit.

Like a fucking lad, he starts shuffling his feet because he doesn’t know what else to fucking do, and she must take pity on him because she reaches out for his hand. Their eyes meet briefly as she threads her fingers through his, before tugging gently and leading him across the dance floor.  

The last few stragglers rush to clear a path, and what a sight they must be—the large Jewish gangster and the tiny redheaded showgirl, like beauty and the fucking beast.

He snorts, shaking his head as she tugs harder on his arm. They make their way to the back of the club, past the kitchen and then the dressing rooms. She stops there for a moment, listening as Arthur tells a lewd joke, and smiles wistfully at the chorus of laughter that follows.

Alfie feels a twinge of jealousy—yet another foreign emotion—but before he can fully process it, she pulls him forward.

They step carefully around crates of whiskey stacked in the narrow hall, nod politely at the cleaners getting ready for a late shift and climb a long dark staircase before coming to a sudden stop. Livy opens a door, revealing a small room, home to a worn leather sofa and a low wooden table.

“It’s a room we use for private dances,” she explains, and Alfie scowls at the thought. But she just smiles, her voice softer now. “C’mon, old man. Sit here with me.”

Livy collapses on the sofa, kicking off her shoes and crossing her slender ankles on the table. She sighs in relief as her head drops back and her eyes close.

Alfie’s gaze wanders up and down her soft curves, and he wants to wrap her in his arms, but instead, he sits, leaving a respectful distance between them.

“Livy—“

He makes another attempt at conversation because he needs to know that everything is okay, but she refuses to let him speak.  

“Shhhh…” She hums softly, grabbing his hand and tracing the back of his knuckles. It calms him enough, for now, and he waits patiently (because Lord knows he’s had a lot of practice with patience lately). They sit in silence for minutes that feel like hours before she finally opens her eyes and turns to him.

“It’s alright, Alfie. Really it is. I know that you’re just worried about me.” She bends her knees and shifts her hips until she’s kneeling on the sofa, her face just inches from his. “But you’ve got to understand, Alfie. If you squeeze me too tight, I will run away.”

Her lips are on his before he has a chance to respond, and he realises just how little he’s kissed her and just how much he wants to. Everything between them so far has been hard and fast, and fuck, he’s loved every minute of it. But right now, he wants more.

It’s embarrassing to admit, but her words scare him. Yes, she’s a fucking pain in the arse, and yes, she will most definitely shave years off his life. But it’s a price he’s willing to pay because she’s pure and beautiful, and he might not deserve her, but she sure as hell deserves to be … protected?

No, that’s not right.

Worshipped.  

He wants to worship her body with his, and when their tongues meet he knows with absolute certainty that she is as close to heaven as he’ll ever get. Her mouth is hot and wet, and he groans when it opens wider, an invitation that he greedily accepts because nothing will ever be enough when it comes to her.

She responds by wrapping her fingers around his neck and moving to straddle his lap, bringing them impossibly closer. He grunts in approval before tilting his head for better access, stroking her tongue with his as she rolls her hips, and fuck, fuck, it’s almost too much.

Alfie prides himself on being a generous lover, but he’s never had to fight so hard for control. He wants to take it slow, but he needs to be inside her, and he growls because he knows she’s tight and warm and ready, and his throbbing cock is begging for relief.

But no, not fucking yet.

He pants as he breaks the kiss, almost tearing his lips from hers.

“Are you alright, Alfie?” She asks, eyes dark with a mix of lust and concern.

He takes a deep, steadying breath and kisses her hand, and then her forearm before answering, “Better than alright, love.”

And he is because she’s here, and he doesn’t want to be anywhere else, so he bows his head like a man in prayer, and continues his exploration—lips on her elbow, her bicep, her shoulder—until he finally lands on the sweet spot just below her ear. His tongue laps at the delicate skin before he gently bites down, testing her reaction.

Livy practically purrs, moaning softly as she tugs at his scalp, and Alfie grins into her neck. “You like that, don’t you, pet?” He teases, his breath hot on her skin as he takes another little nip before moving to her ear.

But when he traces his tongue along the delicate lobe, it evokes a very different reaction…

“Alfieeeee!”

She giggles as she squirms wildly on his lap, clearly ticklish, but it’s a fact he’ll have to store for later because his teasing has backfired, and he’s no longer capable of rational thought.

“Fucking hell, love.” Alfie grits through clenched teeth as he tries to still her hips, but she smacks his hands away.

“What’s the matter, darling?” She asks, doing her best to look wide-eyed and innocent, but she’s fucking not. He takes back every kind word he’s ever said about her because the temptress is trying to kill him; the way she rolls her hips, slowly and deliberately grinding against his swollen cock, brings him to the fucking edge.

With a roar, he twists around and drops her on the sofa, pinning her dainty wrists above her head with one large hand.

But it’s hardly an improvement. Her corset cradles her already voluptuous breasts, lifting them to new heights, and the way he hovers over her body means they’re mere inches from his fucking face.

He swallows thickly as he looks at her spread out beneath him, like a gift from fucking god.

“You’ll be the death of me, you know that Livy?”

She giggles and arches her back, and he gives in, pressing his full lips against the swell of her breasts. But it’s not enough, never enough, and he growls in frustration because this fucking costume is impossible to remove. He’s just able to free one pink nipple and he seizes it between his teeth, tugging gently before suckling on the tight bud.

Livy runs her hands through his hair, the giggles long gone, replaced with low moans as she bites her lip and calls out his name.

Fuck.

Alfie is a powerful man and he fucking knows it. But he’s not sure anything will ever compare to the thrill of his name escaping from her parted lips. His blood pounds in his ears and he feels invincible; it’s better than any drug and he needs more.

He wants her screaming his name, loud enough for the whole fucking Eden Club to hear, so he releases her wrists and drops to his knees.

She’s still wearing those fucking ridiculous feathers around her hips, and he has no idea what to do with them, so they’ll be staying for now. But her white lace panties will not, no matter how fucking tempting they look. He reaches out and traces his thumb along the junction of her inner thigh, pausing to admire the sight before hooking a finger and dragging them down her slender legs.

He flicks them to the side before returning his palms to her thighs, stroking up and down the soft skin. Slow down, slow down, slow down. He needs to calm himself because his heart is fucking racing, and part of him can’t believe that she’s here, like this, offering herself to him.

And then somehow, it gets even better.

Livy props herself up on an elbow and bites her lip, smiling softly as she trails a finger between the valley of her breasts, down her soft belly, and then lower still. His mouth waters as she spreads her thighs, and then a single finger disappears inside of her.

She throws her head back as she gently thrusts in and out, before finally withdrawing her glistening digit and offering it to him.

Alfie’s sure that he must be under some sort of fucking spell; his mouth opens and he sucks hard, groaning at the taste of her, but he no longer has control over his body. At this moment, he exists for no other reason than to please her, so he hitches her legs over his shoulders and buries his face in her sweet cunt.

He drags his tongue through her folds, and they both moan as she presses herself hard against his face. Her fingers wind tightly through his hair as he finds her clit and gently suckles, before settling into a steady rhythm of short, powerful strokes.

“Oh god, Alfie. Don’t fucking stop.”

And he couldn’t, even if he wanted to because he’s possessed by something holy and her body is his fucking altar. He curves two thick fingers into her, and when he feels her walls quiver around him, he starts rutting his hips—he can’t fucking help it. He sends off a quick prayer that he doesn’t embarrass himself, but he’s honestly not sure he’ll manage because he has never been so aroused in his entire fucking life.

But then the clouds part and Alfie’s faith is restored because he feels her falling apart under his lips and his fingers, and it’s like arriving at the Promised Land.

“I’m coming … fuck, Alfie, fuck, FUCK.”

Her back arches off the sofa, but Alfie doesn’t stop until she begs him to. He raises his head, wiping his mouth on his sleeve, and she is the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. But he can’t fully appreciate the view because right now, it feels like his cock might actually fucking explode.

He stands up, unbuttons his pants and palms his massive erection. Livy’s eyes light up and she comes to her knees, swallowing his thick tip before he can even process what’s happening.

“Fuck, Livy —“

His hips jerk violently and he almost trips as he pulls away from her willing mouth. He’s panting and needs a moment to catch his breath before he can explain.

“Not now, Livy. It’s too fucking much, love. I want to be in you, yeah? I need to feel all of you.”

She nods in understanding as he sits down because he knows his hip will never survive fucking on this small sofa. And she doesn’t miss a beat, quickly positioning herself above him.

Their eyes meet, and she holds his gaze as wraps her fingers around his cock, and slowly—oh so fucking slowly—lowers herself on him.

And fuck, it’s the sweetest torture he’s ever experienced.

He’s almost embarrassed by the guttural sounds he’s making, or he would be if he was capable of forming rational thought. But he’s not because she’s tight, so fucking tight, and it’s like being wrapped in hot, wet velvet, and fuck, he’s not going to last long.

Livy braces her hands on his shoulders, and for once, he’s more than happy to relinquish control. His head drops to her chest as she fucks him with slow, steady strokes, and it’s not long before he tips over the edge. He wraps his arms around her as his hips jerk uncontrollably; his body making promises that he can’t put into words … at least, not yet.

They stay wrapped in each other’s arms as their breathing returns to normal.

Alfie hasn’t slept in nearly 24 hours, and it’s so late that it’s early—he’s almost certain he can hear birds in the distance—but he can’t find it in him to give a single fuck.

Because for the first time in what feels like forever, Alfie Solomons is completely at peace.

A/N: I think our boy is falling hard, what do you think? x

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A Boy Name Thomas A.K.A.(Lazarus)- 80's AU

A Tom Hardy X Violet(FemOC) Story

A/N: HAPPY NEW YEARS EVERYONE!!!🥳🎉🍾🎇🙌🏼 I hope you all are or had a wonderful New Year with family and friends I want to end the last day of 2022 with this mini blurp that I thought would be a nice idea. So it just came into mind while I was listening to the Black Celebration album by Depeche Mode. But it also inspired me by this photo of a young Tom Hardy with his baby face down below👇🏼Thank you for this wonderful photo that I am happy to share with you all. I hope you enjoy it as always and please comment, like, and reblog it'll help the page thank you to all of my 200 followers as of right now. For your support and for reading my stories. I'll see you all in 2023 guys and once again Happy New Year.

Summary: On one magical night in Oxford two unique characters from different backgrounds, a singer and a fan together share a lovely evening together not believing she just spent time with her celebrity crush. And what if Tom became a goth singer winning over the hearts of his adoring fans of many but only one caught both his eyes and heart?

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Word Count: 3,676

WARNING 18+: Light Cussing, & Lots of Fluff!

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Oxford, United Kingdom- 1986

Violet and her best friend Ivy waited patiently outside of the stadium in Oxford. It was finally the day that the girls would see their favorite band, This Dark Plague. Ever since they first heard their first album, it was nothing like they have heard of before. The voice of Lazarus, the lead singer of the band, took their souls away. His voice was like they sent it from the heavens from above, silky, smooth, and yet hauntingly beautiful. Being gifted with such a rare voice is something few people hear in the music industry. Knowing that there was pure talent in the young boy. Once the front doors of the stadium finally opened, Violet and Ivy squealed amongst themselves. As both girls held hands together while doing small hops. 

“Alright ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention please,” said one security guard as he said the following, “welcome to the show. We would like for you all to do us a favor before going in. Please have your tickets ready for us to stamp. And for anyone who has bags, we will check them after we mark your tickets. Once again, have your bags and tickets ready to make the queue go faster. Thank you and have a wonderful time here on the tour.”

“Oh my gosh, Violet, I can’t believe we are already here. Tell me this is all a dream?” Said Ivy, still holding onto her friend’s right hand, not wanting to let go.

“Are you being a joker, Ivy? Of course, this is not a dream we are here, don’t you see? We are about to see Lazarus in the flesh. You and I have to at least be in front of the stage as much as we can. I’ll make a run for it, yes?” Violet said, giving a cheeky smile along with a wink at her friend, which Ivy giggled at her gesture.

Once their tickets were stamped and luckily didn’t bring bags. Violet made a run towards the floor of the stadium, hoping to find a suitable spot for both her and Ivy. After a small jog, she then finally made it where there were at least a group of 7 people. Violet heaved in and out of breath, still not believing that she was going to see her dream band in person. She pressed a gentle hand against her chest, feeling her heartbeat ceasing down little by little. Ivy made it some minutes later, standing next to her friend as they now patiently waited for This Dark Plague to come out to sing. 

“What type of perfume do you think Lazarus might wear out for tonight?” Ivy then asked some time later as more people came along the floor, becoming warmer and clamped together.”

“Oh, I bet it is something pleasant, but what I care about the most is to hear that angel like voice he has. And those eyes oh god those dark blue eyes of his how can I can’t say no to him,” Violet gasped out picturing Lazarus in that wonderful black leather jacket he became iconic for with that soft trimmed dark brown hair that seemed to be soft to touch and that baby face oh god can you ask for more,” she said feeling her cheeks turn pink seeing she couldn’t take that image off of her head now anymore.

After what felt like hours going by slowly, the stadium suddenly became loud and full. While some other songs from other popular bands that Ivy and Violet know were played in the background. Just so the atmosphere doesn’t seem to be gloomy or boring, it made some people dance to the best of the music. As they played the last song of the night, the music paused. Only you can hear people speaking to each other. Suddenly, the time of what Violet and Ivy came to see was about to begin. Cheers and claps erupted in the air as Ivy and Violet squirmed under their breaths as the stage went dark while an ambiance sound played on.

“Oh my god, Ivy, they’re coming, they’re coming!” Violet said excitedly as the music continued to play louder.

A dark purple light illuminated the stage as a small cloud of fog spread out across the stage. Without the girls realizing, the band members came out. One by one, only three members appeared through the white fog, getting to their positions behind each instrument they play on. Violet was confused where Lazarus could appear, but out of nowhere, that voice suddenly spoke through the big speakers.

“Good evening,” he said in an echo tone, making everyone in the crowd cheer erupted, including Ivy and Violet, “welcome. This first song you all might know of and I want you all to join. And it goes like this.”

The music changed into a deep ambient sound with haunting chimes. Like something you’ll hear from a children’s cartoon, but with a dark twist. Then it happened again, that voice, that enchanted voice that you can get hypnotized to.

 Let’s have a black celebration

Black Celebration

Tonight 

Violet and Ivy screamed their hearts out once they saw the shadow of Lazarus between the fog and purple lights. He continued seeing he had on his black leather outfit with black sunglasses and his hair fixed back with gel. 

To celebrate the fact

That we’ve seen the back of another black day

His full-on appearance made the stadium scream for more than his voice continued to sing his heart out. 

I look to you, how you carry on when all hope is gone

Can’t you see?

Your optimistic eyes seem like paradise to someone like me

I want to take you in my arms

Forgetting all I couldn’t do today

Black Celebration

Black Celebration

Tonight

Violet and Ivy danced to the beat of the music, singing along to the lyrics while Lazarus held the microphone closer to his lips. 

To celebrate the fact

That we’ve seen the back of another black day

He then knelt down to where the girls were standing, reaching out their hands while Lazarus gave a side smirk at them. Violet didn’t notice at first until she felt his leather glove hand against hers. Everything went in slow motion until he sang again as they both made eye contact.

I look to you and your strong belief

Me, I want relief tonight

Consolation I want so much

Want to feel your touch tonight

Take me in your arms 

Forgetting all you couldn’t do today

Black Celebration

Black Celebration

Tonight

Black Celebration

(I’ll drink to that)

Black Celebration

Tonight

Black Celebration

(I’ll drink to that)

Black Celebration

Tonight

Once the singing came to a full end, they both shared another small moment or two until he kissed Violet’s right hand. Lazarus tilted his black glasses down, revealing those blue eyes of his. Giving her a quick wink, he stood up on his feet and the fans cheered once again.

“Thank you. How are you all doing tonight?” He asked the millions of fans and they all roared with cheers, “righ’ then I am amazed at how many have come today. It’s madness. You all are beautiful, really. Let’s get the show goin’ yea?”

And so, the rest of the night was nothing but an unforgettable and mesmerizing show. Filled with enchanting music, dancing, and living the dream that Violet and Ivy could ever ask for. Once in a while, Lazarus would come their way, which was strange for Violet. Thinking why she and not anyone else in the crowd while other girls were screaming his name out to get his attention. She would try her best to ignore it as both friends continued to sing their hearts out. As the show came to a close end, Lazarus and the rest of his bandmates took a bow and thanked everyone once more.

“Thank you very much and good night,” he said, his voice echoing through the large stadium, disappearing into the thick fog. 

Backstage, however, Lazarus had other thoughts in his mind besides accomplishing another successful night. But not just anything out of the ordinary, but he focused on the girl in the crowd with raven hair, dark amber eyes, peachy light skin, a very intriguing black long-sleeve shirt with a black long skirt. 

I wonder who she was???

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Both girls felt a bit exhausted and tired, but it didn’t stop them from going around the corner to get a late-night bite. A small group of people were inside the restaurant shop, so Ivy suggested waiting in the queue. While Violet would find a table for them to sit at. It took a couple of minutes for her to find a table looking from one side to another. Feeling like giving up on the spot, however, her luck didn’t run out just yet. From far away, there stood a group of young boys, laughing. One of them was smoking some cigarettes while they continued eating. But one of them stood out from the crowd, which made Violet nervously panic on the inside. It was This Dark Plague themselves of all people, seeing them here amongst the fans. But they were half dressed differently from when they were on stage. She recognized them right away, thinking if this was true or not. Lazarus then looked to the side, noticing Violet standing far in the distance with a smile on his face. He had his black sunglasses on, still wearing that leather black jacket, but underneath it; he had on a band shirt. While resting his back against the brick wall of the restaurant, both Lazarus and Violet made eye contact. He removed his glasses after seeing the girl he saw earlier at the stadium. Startled, she looked away, pretending he didn’t see him trying to walk the other way. It was too late until she heard someone calling out directly at her.

“Hey excuse me miss,” said he reaching out to her with his hand gently placing it on her left shoulder.

She became stiff like a statue, nervous to turn to face the person she knew who it was. Though Violet didn’t want to look foolish in front of him and so she slowly met eyes with him.

“Sorry to bother, but I see you having trouble finding a place to sit. If you like, I and my mates have space at our table. You’re more than welcome to maybe want to sit with us. I insist, of course,” he said, giving a friendly smile. Violet returned the gesture with some shyness.

“Oh, that’s very kind of you really, but that won’t be necessary really I-.”

“Violet, is that who I think it is?” Ivy exclaimed, holding two plates of fish and chips in both hands. Her mouth and eyes opened in awe, “Oh my god it’s you Lazarus. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“Well, I’m glad to meet you girls. I’m telling your friend here that we have some seats open over with the boys. And you two are welcome to sit with us,” he said as one bandmate saw the entire scene going about.

“Oh, do you? That sounds grand, Violet don’t be rude come on let’s go sit yea?” Said Ivy already making her way toward the table leaving Violet and Lazarus alone.

“You know you didn’t have to do that,” she said, seeing her best friend greeting the group as the boys welcomed her with open arms.

“Well, I just thought it would be fair, since this place is quite full. And I see you had a hard time looking for a place to sit, you know,” he said nervously, folding his hands together while biting on his bottom lips.

Violet didn’t say a word, hugging her arms together and looking back at Ivy, who she was now speaking to one of the boys. Seeing she was having a pleasant conversation about whatever made one of the band members laugh.

“Look, I didn’t mean to be such a disturbance to you and your friend. I want to say I’m sorry for ruining your night if I did that,” he said apologetically, hoping that she won’t see him from a different perspective.

 At that moment, Violet felt like a big ungrateful brat for questioning and denying her favorite singer’s offer. Seeing that he was just being generous, welcoming, and a massive sweetheart. 

Wow I’m such a fucking dick…

“I’ll just let your friend know you’re not feeling alrigh-.”

“No, please I- I want to say I’m sorry. It’s not your fault, it’s mine. I don’t know what got into me for sounding like a cunt. I’m the one that should apologize,” Violet admittedly said, feeling her cheeks warm with embarrassment sounding like a total fool in front of her crush.

Lazarus saw this happening in front of him and, without saying a word, he placed a hand on top of her left shoulder. Violet felt his large hand as she looked back at those deep blue eyes of his.

“Don’t be ok and don’t say you’re a cunt either, we just got on the wrong side of things. But know this right, I’m not that type of prick that gets offended easily. Trust me, I’ve heard and encountered far worst characters,” Lazarus said with a side grin. Violet only smiled bigger as he continued, “but none of that now. How about we join with your friend and my mates, eh? I like you to meet everyone.”

“Yes, of course, and actually let me reintroduce myself properly. My name is Violet. It’s wonderful to meet you, Lazarus,” she said as they walked their way toward Ivy and the band.

“Ah well, it’s lovely to meet you, darling, and Violet. That’s a beautiful name. I got to say I like it,” he said, giving her another side smile. Suddenly, she felt her body become warm once more. 

As the night went on for what felt like hours, Ivy and Violet were enjoying the band’s company very much. Seeing a different side of each band member, including Lazarus. Ivy never stopped asking Dracu, the synthesizer player, about why he chose such an instrument, why he joined the band, and so many that he generously asked away. While the others laughed and talked about other things and sometimes made fun of their friend, seeing how Ivy is such a chitter chatter. But Dracu didn’t care because he found her company enjoyable and never talked this much to someone like this before, especially a girl. Violet and Lazarus, meanwhile, were more into the most serious talks. Talking about if he never was a singer, what would he be doing if he would choose a distinct career path than being in a band, etc. He would, mostly, give her some very intelligent and in awe answers that Violet never thought she would hear. It made her feel awestruck and would listen to him for hours and hours day and night. Blade, the back vocalist, would eavesdrop once or twice on Lazarus’s and Violet’s conversations. Seeing and hearing how open and expressive he sounded towards the young woman. It was rare to see him socialize with other people for past reasons. The last time Lazarus did this sort of thing was with his then ex-girlfriend 2 years ago. It was alright from the beginning, but once the band gained more recognition to the public, things went downhill in both the relationship and mostly for Lazarus. On the night he came back home from the recording studio, it shocked him when he saw Bella with another man in the bed they both shared. Heartbroken and not saying anything, he stayed over at Blade’s house on that same night. It hurt to see his friend with anger and sadness in his heart. But after some time passed, Lazarus got over it mostly. He did loved her unconditionally but Dracu, Blade, and Vlad, their “manager” of the band, had this bad feeling about Bella. She liked the attention, but not in a good way. She never left Lazarus’ side for one moment and worst yet she demanded to be in a music video but for her own selfishness. Bella cared more about being in the spotlight than the band, but those days were over. What Dracu cared to see is Lazarus being open again and looking more comfortable than he did before.

“Oh Christ, look at the hour. It’s getting late. Thank you again for a wonderful night. It was a pleasure, boys, and Dracu,” Ivy cheekily smiled at him. He felt his face flush red. “good luck on your other shows too. I hope you all have fun.”

“I’m glad you girls enjoyed our company. It was nice to meet some civilized fans unlike before,” Vlad said sarcastically, taking another drag from his cigarette. 

“Don’t be such a dick mate,” said Dracu, lightly pinching him on his right shoulder, which he only chuckled.

“Awww, we’re flattered, really. Thanks again for being so marvelous,” Ivy said, smiling at her friend, who did the same.

“By the way, if you ladies want, we can take you two to your homes or hotel room. I insist again. If that’s fine with you both,” suggested Lazarus Ivy cheerfully said ‘yes’ quickly in a heartbeat. 

Sometime later, after saying their last goodbyes to everyone, Lazarus and the girls made it back to the hotel that was close to the restaurant. Ivy and Violet made their way out of the car as Lazarus did the same. 

“Well then, I hope you two have a good night’s rest. I appreciate you both for coming to our show and being amazing fans. Really, it means a lot to us and from my heart,” he said, sounding grateful, and the girls smiled big at the compliment.

“Aww, you are so kind and thank you for bringing us to our hotel. It means a lot. But have a goodnight and have fun in your next concerts,” said Ivy, looking back at Violet saying ‘thank you’ as well.

Before Violet went inside the doors of the hotel while following Ivy behind, she then heard her name being called out.

“Violet, ummm, do you have a moment if that is alright with you?” he asked shyly asked, but Violet nodded her head in agreement.

“Is everything alright Lazarus?” She asked, a bit confused why he wanted to talk to her alone.

“No, nothing is wrong. I just… I thought whenever I have time off for myself, we might stay in touch and talk. Of course, when you’re also free and not doing anything, what I’m trying to tell you is that this was a lovely night and I just think you were a very interesting girl and I-.”

“Lazarus.”

“It’s Thomas,” he snapped. Violet eyebrows formed in confusion but he continued on, “call me Thomas. I know it’s strange to say my real name to you, but I wanted to say it. I oddly felt like I needed to tell you my stage name is just a character from the real me.”

Violet only nodded her head slowly and never thought of hearing such a thing, especially the front man of This Dark Plague.

“I’m sorry for making all of this awkward, truly I don’t know why I asked in the fir-.”

“Thomas, hey it’s alright don’t worry. I have to say I like your real name more than your stage name. I think it suits you better. And I’ll gladly like to stay in touch with you. You make the call and I’ll be there yea?” Violet said, giving him a reassuring smile, which he then let out a small sigh of relief.

“Sounds good then. I should let you know it’s getting cold out here. Nighty night, Lady Violet, I hope we see each other again soon,” he said, smiling back at her while she chuckled at his gesture.

“You have a safe trip, Sir Thomas. We will speak again and call me when you are free. Here, I’ll give you my number.

Do you have a paper and pen for me to write?”

“Oh yes, I give me a moment,” Thomas said, going back inside the car and retrieving a pen and a piece of paper.

Once Violet wrote the phone number of her hotel room in the end, she put a small drawing of a heart. He found this adorable in his eyes, his heart jumping from inside.

“I’ll keep this close to me, I promise. Goodnight, love,” he said, finally making his way to the car. Violet looked on, waving a small hand at him.

As he drove into the night, Thomas couldn’t stop looking at the small price of paper with Violet’s number and heart drawing. Not believing how this night turned out, then what he thought at first.

4 weeks into their tour, both Thomas and Violet did indeed end up talking to each other as he promised. It started slowly at first, but as one concert went to another, a small blossom grew behind the scenes. Both the fan and the singer had many things in common, but the two wanted more than just being friends. Just before autumn arrived, Thomas surprised her after Violet told him she was going back home to Epson, which wasn’t far from his hometown of Hammersmith. Before going home, he instead drove to Violet with an enormous bouquet of roses in his hands with a love note in the middle. Arriving in front of her house, he walked his way up to the door, knocking. As they opened the door, to his surprise, it was the person he was looking forward to seeing. 

“Thomas, I’m so glad to see you, my love,” she said between her big smile hugging him around his neck. Both exchanged a sweet, welcoming kiss on the lips.

“Hello my darling, I’m finally back home with you. I’ve missed you so much.” 

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hi girlies :)). i've got another breeding blurby to share, thank ms. bubbles @harrysonlylover.

wc: 1.6k

cw: talk of menstrual and ovulation cycle, smut, minors dni, 17+, breeding kink, and more. not proofread.

Some people might say that the extent of his knowledge and control over Y/N’s life is not healthy. They might even suggest that his possessive behavior is a red flag, too. The constant messaging, always knowing her location, who she’s with, when she’s with them, why, how…

They didn’t tend to think of it that way. Love comes in all forms and theirs is… different.

Y/N likes being controlled. She wants him to know everything about her. She fucking craves the comfort of being taken care of for the price of absolutely nothing.

Well, maybe a few things.

Her obedience, for one, was expected (required). Her honesty, and loyalty. Her submission, too (although, sometimes, he liked to submit to her).

They’d found a simple way of living on some inherit, basic principles.

One, Y/N loved to be taken care of.

Two, he loved to take care of her.

So that was that. He was controlling, and she reveled in the power imbalance, and they didn’t care if others didn’t understand it, or like it, or even respect it. It was theirs, and it was enough.

It was fucking perfect.

One of the many ways he kept a tight leash on Y/N’s life was by tracking her menstrual cycle. He liked being ahead of the game—warm bath with waterlily scented suds ready for when she arrived home after her courses, her favorite sweet treats scattered across the kitchen island, Gilmore Girls queued up on his laptop, candles lit and heating pad at attention. Keeping track of her period meant knowing other things, intuitively, too. Like knowing that her cramps were worst on the first few days ( they were horrendous the last days too, though), that she’s more cuddly and soft than irritable or grumpy, that if she was too— no, severely stressed, overworking herself mentally, emotionally, and physically, she’d more likely than not work herself into a dreadful tizzy and end up intensifying (or even sometimes missing) her cycle.

Like now.

The poor thing, she was curled up in a frail little ball by end of the night every day this past week, deadlines looming over her head like a dark, rainy cloud as midterms approach. And, stubborn angel girl she is, she doesn’t bleat and moan about it to him. She doesn’t weep into his chest about how difficult this time is the way he encourages her to. She holds her chin high until the sun falls from the sky, her perseverance going with it, the stars and moon left to keep her and her misery company. And him, of course.

So, before the height of her period—when the red devil actually rears her ugly little head instead of inspiring trepidation of the inevitable with sore tits, an achy spine, and mental anguish—he thinks he’ll treat her a bit. And perhaps himself, as well (what? periods meant ovulating, and ovulating meant a lot of things).

———

Y/N’s head is quiet for the first time in days, and it’s all because of him.

As if anyone else could do what he does for her.

“Pretty girl,” he whispers in the place he’s nuzzled into her neck, littered with love bites and bruises. His cock is stuffed in her drippy pussy, stretching her deliciously over his thick, lengthy girth; his strong, beefy arms trapping her body to his like a vice.

Cowgirl usually makes Y/N’s thighs sore, but he’d taken the liberty of doing all the work tonight. He was in no mood for teasing, nor mocking or degrading. She wasn’t his whore tonight, just his girl. His soft, gorgeous, sensitive girl that deserved a sweet fucking after all the tears she’d choked down this week.

She needed a good cry.

“My little pillow princess, Yeah?” He mumbles, peaking up at her sluggish form. She’s slumped into him, head lain on his shoulder uselessly, hands gripping the tight Henley he’d neglected to rid himself of in the rush of their lustrous dance. She manages a nod, however, lazy and slow, but, somehow, still urgent. Frantic. In the glow of her eye, he can see, she adores that idea. “Yeah,” He nods, gripping the soft curve of her jaw to move her head with him, “My girl.”

She whimpers, but doesn’t speak. Too exhausted, too sedated. His cum is addicting, and if it were a drug, she’d inject it right into her veins (up her cunt).

Her arms wind around his neck, fingers spreading through the curly, sweaty tendrils of hair at the nape. Her nails tickle him, in the best way, only adding to the allure of her being. Of her mere presence.

Her hips swivel, rocking against his to create a mind-numbing sensation that has them both mewling. His cock stretches her out and fills her up completely, felt in the deepness of her tummy. Her lashes flutter when she feels him twitch inside of her, a sign that he’s close (she’d realize that she’s much closer if she had the brain capacity to think of anything other than him).

The thought—of his cum filling her to the point of spilling around their joined parts, a filthy mess between their legs—makes her dizzy. Eager. She’d been good, so good, this week, hadn’t she?

Fed herself, cleaned herself, went to class on time, even though school made her unpleasantly weak in the knees. She studied every day for at least three hours at the library, before trudging home with bleary eyes and a foggy head, only to do more studying.

She deserved a treat, right? A reward for staying in line, for not being bratty or whiny when he was busy and all she wanted was for her brain to shut off.

Now, with the opportunity before her (to go totally brain-dead, that is), she refuses to not seize the moment.

“Come,” she says suddenly, catching him mildly off guard.

Oh? She wanted to order him around?

“Please.”

Oh. Guess not.

“Please, please, come, Sir, I want it, so fucking bad,” she whines, mouthing at the chain sitting delicately across his neck. It’s nearly out of place; something so frail and pretty looks almost comical gracing his large, stocky figure. Perhaps that’s how those judgy people saw them, out of place.

She didn’t care though, she thought it looked nice on him. He made it look nice. Made it better, just like he makes everything better.

“Wan’ me t’a stuff you up, Babydoll?” he grunts, thankful that she’d somehow picked up on his primitive, feral need. Or maybe she just wanted it just as bad. “Fill you with my come and make you m’messy girl?”

“Yes, please,” she cries faintly, her lips brushing the shell of his ear, hiding her face in his neck as the tears finally start to flow.

How precious.

“Okay,” he sighs, his hands trailing from her hips to the plush, full of her ass. “I’ll fill y’up, Sugar.” He lifts her up, letting his cock slip from her fluttering hole to the tip— less than the tip. He smears himself onto her clit, making her jolt, and spanks her in reprimand. “Stay still for Daddy,” he scolds softly. “Lemme do my job.”

She cries pitifully when her thrusts back inside, hard. And he doesn’t lighten up. Not in the slightest. He pounds his cock into her small pussy, chasing his orgasm, trying to claim hers, bullying his way through her tight snatch to find them.

“Play with your pouty clit, Doll,” he offers. “Wan’ y’to come with me; cream my fat cock, Baby.”

Y/N does not need to be told twice.

One hand drops from the back of his head to toy with her swollen button, and it takes three weak twirls of her delicate fingers to get her there. He’s not far behind, nuzzling into her neck once more, mirroring her own position on top of him, groaning out profanities as his orgasm washes over him, from his head to the tips of his toes. He continues to drill his cock into her until his legs give out, trembling beneath her own.

They pant heavily, in unison, into each others necks as they start to come down.

He feels good, accomplished. He can feel that satisfaction rolling off of his girl in waves—felt it throughout their soft session—and it was more than enough to keep him happy. His orgasm was just a much appreciated bonus.

And Y/N… she feels great. Cunt clenching over his half-hard cock, full of him, literally, in every way she could be. Thoughts silenced and replaced with rose hued daydreams, floaty, fuzzy sensations that tingle through her entire body and make her slightly sluggish, slow. She feels fucking amazing.

“Hope it takes…” she admits softly, absently. The phrase slips off of her tongue without thought (we’ve established that their are none left in that subby head of hers), and her tone suggests she’s not expecting a reaction.

He gives her one, anyway.

“Say that again,” he demands, grip on her ass tightening, his voice grumbly, deep, shooting a shiver up her spine.

“Huh?”

“Tell Daddy what the fuck you just said, Babydoll.”

Her eyes round out even more, if possible, lips parted, gazing owlishly. Stupidly.

“Said, ‘I hope it takes,’ Daddy,” She whimpers quietly, squeezing around his, once again, stiff prick.

“Shit,” he hisses, eyes fluttering.

It’s like she wanted to stay locked on his cock all night.

…Oh well.

So be it.

“It’ll take, Sugar,” he says after a few moments of tense silence, shifting her up gently, manhandling her with a softness that makes her heart drop to the pit of her stomach. He presses a chaste kiss to her mouth, sweet. Contradictory.

“Daddy’ll make it take.”

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Hi there my lovelies. There are currently a few WIPs and I’m not quite sure which one I will continue next so please help me out! The other ones will probably follow after but I wanna check and see which one you would like to see first. Let me know by leaving a comment with one of these hearts.

Early Bird - Henry Cavill smut ❤️ Follow up of Consequences and Check, please?

The following WIPs will either be Henry Cavill OR Tom Hardy, not quite sure which of these handsome man I will pick, so please help me with these ones too.

Walk in the Park - fluff/smut HC🧡 - TH💛 Working for a dog service you have an unknown special client who is away a lot for filming so you take care of the dog everyday. Little did you know that the owner can watch you play with the dog through the security cameras and is eager to meet you in real life.

Step Up - fluff/smut HC💚-TH💙 Your gymbuddy is trying to teach you, a newbie, a lot of new exercises, one of them jumping on a crate. Somehow you have a fear of getting hurt but are very eager to learn. Due to circumstances your buddy had to make a run so you’re left by yourself. Thankfully there is this lovely godlike athlete who is keen to help you out. 

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