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[daryldixonnn]

tom<3

#tom hardy #facepuller #alfie solomons #tom hardy x reader #tom hardy x you #legend #dilfism #hes so beautiful

[mlmxreader]

My Lieutenant | Alfie Solomons x gn!reader

anonymous asked: Hi I hope you are well! I just found your blog and I love your Alfie fics! The way you capture his voice is just *chefs kiss*.

Would I be able to request "I begged and I pleaded for you to stay" + "I don't wanna be alone" for him please? And if it's possible could it be with either a ftm reader or a gn!reader?

Thanks and take care. (Also, if it's possible could I use the 🐍 as my anon emoji?)

summary: Alfie's spouse doesn't like Tommy Shelby at all, but thankfully, Alfie knows exactly how to make things a little bit better.

tws: swearing, mentions/threats of violence, mentions of war

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You and Alfie had always been inseparable, from the moment you had met through to the war, you were never far from one another's sides; sent off to the Eastern front, you were constantly beside one another.

It didn't matter if the mortars and shells were falling like hail. It didn't matter if the gunfire was a sickening symphony that made bile creep up your throat and into your mouth.

It didn't matter if the mud was so deep and so thick that it rose to your calves. It didn't matter if you had to sleep standing up. Alfie was always there.

You never had to beg for his attention, you never had to beg and grovel for his loyalty. You never doubted that he would ever be unfaithful, or unfair.

Alfie was a lot of things - short tempered, foul mouthed, threatening when he needed and wanted to be - but unfair and unfaithful he was not.

He did his best to soothe your worry and your reluctance for him to work with Tommy Shelby.

The union busting bastard from Birmingham.

But he knew you could not stomach a man like that. Alfie understood better than anyone why the Peaky Blinders left a terrible taste in your mouth, and why you were less than thrilled to be working anywhere near them.

Family came before business, anyway.

Alfie made it known, no matter how often you snapped or threatened the Peaky Blinders, they could not touch you or else the entire deal was off; if they so much as nicked a hair on your body, Alfie would cut the ties completely and would turn the bridges to charcoal within a split second.

Family came first. Always. You were Alfie's family, as his spouse as well as his closest comrade during the war. No one was more important than you.

It had been raining all day, like it would never end, oscillating between heavy thunderous hammering - like it had been when you were back in the trenches - and a light spit.

It never ended.

The skies were dark and grey, clouds refusing to budge even the slightest even though the sun continuously poked at them to try and nudge them aside.

The dogs were lazing around on their beds, whimpering and running in their sleep; and as you lounged on the sofa with a book, you couldn't help but to yawn softly. A quick look at the clock, wondering why Alfie wasn't home yet.

He said that it would only be quick, but you couldn't help but to think that perhaps it was your fault; you had fought with him earlier, begged and pleaded for him not to go, to have nothing to do with those union busting bastards, the fucking vultures, but he had to.

He didn't say why, only that he had to.

You frowned, shaking your head as you attempted to get back to your book; it was a copy that Alfie had gotten you, All Quiet On the Western Front, and you had to admit - it was harrowing to relive the war. But it somehow felt cathartic to know that even on the other side, the sentiments had been the same.

One of the dogs rolled into his back, his legs sticking up in the air and his head tilted back, his long and sharp teeth exposed; you laughed softly, shaking your head fondly, but you soon fell quiet when the door opened.

"I'm home!"

You grinned at the simple phrase, putting your book aside and perking up a little as you raised your brows; Alfie walked in, holding a brown paper bag that smelled of something that made your stomach rumble and growl quietly.

You licked your lips, a funny feeling that he had somehow guessed that you had been in a sour and downtrodden mood, that he had gone to your favourite Indian restaurant to pick you something up.

Alfie could always get away with things like that, as although the restaurant didn't offer the ability to take food away to most people, they offered it to anyone related to Alfie.

He smiled sadly, lifting the back slightly. "I got you somethin' to say sorry… ain't much, but I asked for your favourite."

"Thank you," you said softly, following him out to the kitchen. "How did it go with the bastards?"

Alfie shrugged as he set the bag down on the counter. "Not fuckin' well, that prick'd want me to organise protection for him. Said he'd… ah, fuck it. Don't worry. It's all a bunch of bollocks that comes from his mouth anyway."

"Tell me," you told him gently. "Please, Alf? I begged and I pleaded for you to stay earlier, I don't wanna beg and plead for you to just speak to me."

Gently, he kissed your temple. His beard tickled your skin so softly, you had to bite back a laugh. "It's alright, it ain't nothin' to worry about… just pricks bein' pricks, innit?"

"Alfie."

"Don't look at me like that," Alfie growled. "Don't fuckin' look at me with they eyes. I ain't havin' it."

"Alfie," you sighed. "C'mon, I married you, I was your closest comrade… you can tell me instead of being a stoic knob about it."

Slowly, he started to smile. "Alright. He said he'd bust up the union your mate's're in if I didn't organise protection… I don't wanna do it, y'know I fuckin' well don't, I'd rather shoot meself in the fuckin' foot! But them lads mean a lot to you, I know that. So I can't say no."

"When does he expect you to go?"

"Tonight," Alfie huffed.

"No," you stated blankly. "I don't wanna be alone tonight, Mister Solomons, you're not going anywhere."

"Oh, yeah?"

"Yeah," you puffed out. "If Tommy Shelby has a problem with that, he can come here and tell me to my fucking face, and if he even tries to fuck with them union boys, I'll have his-"

"Guts for fuckin' garters," Alfie chuckled, shaking his head. "Alright, alright, you made your point Lieutenant, you got me all to yourself."

"At last!" You rejoiced. "Thank you, Captain."

"Oi," he warned. "Don't start that shit, now."

"Didn't you start it?" You pointed out with a teasing smile.

Shaking his head, Alfie sighed as he stole a quick kiss, humming softly under his breath as he closed his eyes. "I'm the boss, ain't I? Or am I not your fuckin' superior officer?"

"War's been over for four years," you mused. "You ain't my superior officer anymore, Alf."

"Under this roof I am," he growled, pressing you against the counter as he smiled. "You're under my fuckin' roof, sunshine, as long as you're Lieutenant, I am your superior officer."

"You're a terrible flirt."

"You married me."

"Fair point," you laughed, putting your hands on his shoulders and giving them a slight squeeze. "I'm sorry, Captain."

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[thedevilshardy]

If Tom would be your Husband -

Short fantasy

A short something from me and my brain looking at this gif. 🔥

"What was that, darling?"

You hear his voice very softly, and it vibrates on your skin like an earthquake. You can feel it there, that voice, just between your legs, at the fine hollow between your thigh and the beginning of your wet pussy. It tingles all over your body, and you stretch out voluptuously. And just when you think he's about to push his full lips between your legs, because you feel his hot breath there - just then he lifts his head, and pushes his wonderful, heavy body up, between your wide-open thighs, and you feel how fucking hard he just is, despite his pants. Your fingertips grip his shoulder, driving into the hair at the back of his head, and you want nothing more than to kiss him, feel traces of yourself on that pink, soft, delicious tongue - but he just lifts his head, smiling down at you. 

"I've got work to do, babe," he murmurs, but you hold him close. Your bare thighs clasp his hips, and you press the clothed erection firmly between your heat, rubbing your pussy against that bulge, watching in fascination as his full lips open. 

"I need-"

"You have to stay here and fuck me, that's your job!"

Tom bites his lip, and he makes a definite move between your legs, God, that hard dick is so strong, rubbing perfectly over your wet folds. 

"Baby, you're wetting my pants, I think I need to undo them..."

And even as he whispers these words, he runs a hand between your bodies, unzips his pants, and you know full well, with a quiet chuckle, that he's about to fuck your brains out, in 3 minutes, because he really has to get to work - but he would never leave his wife so naked and unsatisfied. 

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[darklydeliciousdesires]

Heeey, I would like to participate in your recent DRABBLES / SHORT REQUESTS game. May I please get a story with Alfie Solomons using the prompt:

11. “I don’t like this anymore. I don’t like the person you’ve become.”

Thankies 🥰🙏🏻

Hey love! Why yes, yes you may! :D Nice to write a bit of Alfie again!

His eyes round as he waches the scene before him, unable to truly process that it's you who has unleashed her fire in such a brutal, bloodthirsty manner. He always called you his little ketsele, or his motek, little Hebrew names of love that showed his affection.

He isn't sure if they apply any longer, having watched the sight of you using a broken chair leg to beat a man to death.

Turning to him, with the dead man's blood flecking your face like crimson freckles, you shrug. "What?"

He hisses a breath, nodding to himself. "Ain't what I was expecting, all that."

Your retort is simple, to the point. "He deserved it."

"I know, my darlin', I do know that. But the thing is, right, I ain't good with it. I ain't good with you being the one to rain down the retribution. I don’t like this anymore. I don’t like the person you’ve become."

You approach him slowly, taking a silky handkerchief from your pocket, dropping the chair leg onto the ground with a clatter and beginning to wipe your hands. "Yeah? Well, maybe you shouldn't have made me this way, eh, Alfie."

"Yeah, yeah, sweetheart," he concedes, sniffing as he looks down at the mangled skull of the man who dared cross you both. "Maybe I shouldn't have."

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[tomhardyspinkyfinger]

Work Place Romance

Summary: Y/N is Alfie Solomons secretary, she knows his entire schedule and everything about him. How is she not supposed to fall in love?

Warnings: Language, minor sexual themes

Request: an alfie solomons and reader where shes his secretary or sumn and she brings him food everyday(bcs hes always so busy to eat) and everyone asks her wgy she does it and goes through extra work and she says its bcs she likes him? and he overhears it?

A/N: hey y'all! Sorry I'm still updating so slow. I think for a while I'm going to attempt drabbles and shorts so I can still write for you guys but just not very long. I hope you enjoy this @acupnoodle !

Masterlist

The bakery was bustling with life all day today. The men knew an impending snow storm was inbound, and they were in a rush to finish early and get home to their families. It had been snowing since early morning, and was set to get much worse.

Y/N on the other hand was in no rush, she usually locked up after Alfie retired for the night. He continued to insist she leave when he does, but she always maintained that she had work to finish.

Which was always true.

Y/N knew Alfie's entire life and was responsible for organizing every single event and meeting he was required to attend. Y/N's involvement in his life has left her with unstoppable admiration for Alfred Solomons. It wasn't like she could quit or take a vacation to get over these feelings, Alfie paid way too well and was the best boss she was going to find in Camden town. (Plus the bakery would fall apart without her). She considered going out on the weekends and meeting a fine gentleman, but the weekend was when Y/N picked up Alfie's dry cleaning, took Cyril to the groomers, prepped Alfie's dinners for the week, and tidied up the bakery.

"He will see you in his office next Wednesday at 3pm sharp. Thank you for calling Mr. Lewis!" Y/N spoke, ending her call and putting the phone on the line, scribbling in Alfie's jam packed ledger.

"Who' was that?" Alfie's deep accent sounded from behind her. Y/N jumped and turned, seeing her boss standing looking over her shoulder with a curious look. Y/N placed her pen back in its holder and straightened out her papers.

"Mr. Lewis, he was scheduling a meeting to talk about investments down in Bristol. You're meeting with him Wednesday afternoon after your lunch with Mr. Shelby." Y/N explained. Alfie huffed.

"Bristol? Fuckin' posh city 'at is, what's in it for him?" Alfie grunted, walking to his desk while removing his coat and hat, shaking the snow flakes off.

"Not sure, I think his import business is struggling, bread would be sure to bring in customers." Y/N shrugged. She looked at her wrist watch and then back to the man sitting at his desk reading papers with his glasses resting upon his nose.

"Why are you back so early? Your visit with the distributors wasn't set to be done for another hour." Y/N flipped through her ledger with a puzzled face. Alfie grunted.

"Storm's movin faster than we thought, left early to get back 'ere" He explained without removing his eyes from his paper.

"Well I wish you would have phoned ahead to tell me, I could push your appointments for the rest of the day up." Y/N huffed, frustrated that her meticulous planning could have been adjusted to save them both time.

"I don't 'ave anymore meetin's today." Alfie stated plainly. Y/N furrowed her brows even more and flipped back through the ledger.

"You have five more meetings before close Alfie, Jim is coming in on your lunch break in an hour an-" Alfie cut her off.

"Ah yes lunch, where is it? I'm starved." Alfie said, leaning back in his chair and rubbing his stomach, looking like a grizzly bear as he did so. Y/N resisted the urge to smile at his cute act.

"Alfie. What do you mean you don't have any more meetings?" Y/N pressed again.

"Christ love, you're going to give yourself an ulcer. Like I said the storm is comin' in quicker 'an we thought. I gave the men the rest of the day off and canceled my meetings." Alfie explained. Y/N just about had a heart attack. She stood from her desk across from Alfie's and began pacing the room.

"Alfred Solomons! This throws my entire ledger off! How am I supposed to reschedule that many meetings? You're completely booked for the next six weeks! This is terrible for business, maybe if I call them-" Before Y/N could finish, Alfie was standing in front of her, his hands on her waist to stop her pacing. She could feel the indentation of his rings through her dress and she shivered lightly. She looked into his eyes and let out a deep breath.

"You're about to pace an 'ole through the floor, sit down and take a breath yeah? Those meetin's weren't important. The bakery is just fine." Alfie spoke, rubbing his thumbs up and down her waist gently. Her anger towards his carelessness was gone immediately, he had a way of doing that. She huffed and let him guide her to his chair where she sat. After sitting in his chair she went into his desk drawer and placed his freshly made sandwich wrapped in parchment on his desk.

“Roast chicken sandwich I made from my leftovers last night.” Y/N explained, rubbing her forehead. Alfie unwrapped the sandwich and took a gluttonous bite, smacking as he chewed the food. He sat himself at the edge of his desk, something Y/N knew would bother his joints.

“Fuckin’ delicous ‘at is.” He mumbled with his mouth full. Y/N let out a sigh and reached up, gently pushing his chin so his mouth would close, swiping crumbs from his beard as she removed her hand. It was then that Y/N realized how quiet the bakery truly was. No chatter from the men, no heavy machinery, even the streets outside were devoid of all sound. Y/N felt tempted to lean in after she removed her hand from Alfie’s face but resisted. He stared into her eyes with that look only he could give, the one that made her scared, weak, and in love all at once.

“What would I do without you?” He asked, quieter than his normal speaking volume.

“Probably combust into flames.” She shrugged. He let out a scoff laugh and Y/N chuckled. The pair sat in silence for a few minutes longer while Alfie ate and Y/N organized his space.

A few hours later Y/N and Alfie were doing what they usually did during a normal day at the bakery. Y/N’s workload was a bit different and more stress inducing, she had to call and reschedule all of Alfie’s canceled meetings and adjust inventory and compensation for all the workers Alfie let off early. Y/N knew these extra tasks on top of her usual work load would have her in the office later than usual. Alfie worked on his own paperwork, sorting contracts and things alike. They worked in silence how they usually do, but today was different. The silence surrounding the bakery was deafening, and the tension was palpable.

Y/N sighed and looked out the window, the snow falling quicker than it was earlier. Her walk home was going to be miserable. She knew Alfie had men following her to ensure her safe return, but she always insisted she walk to and from work to maintain her independence. Alfie decided to have men follow her without her knowledge, but Y/N was Alfie’s secretary, she signed off on the raise for that task.

“Alright, treacle, I’m takin’ the car home, the roads should be clear for a while longer from what I ‘eard.” Alfie spoke, breaking the silence. He stood and put his hat and coat on, walking to the door as his cane quietly clanked on the wooden floorboards. He stopped at my desk and opened his hand out to me.

“C’mon now, love, day’s over.” Alfie spoke. Y/N shook her head and looked back at her ledger.

“You go on home Alfie, I still have meetings to rearrange and set up on top of going through today’s accounts and a few other tasks. I’ll see you in the morning if the roads are cleared up.” Y/N dismissed Alfie, continuing to write.

“M’not leavin’ ya’ here to freeze, treacle. Stop bein’ stubborn and let me take you home.” Alfie grunted, getting frustrated with the determined woman who sat in front of him.

“You and I both know I won’t be leaving this office any time soon, and I won’t let you wait for me. I’ll see you tomorrow, Alfred.” Y/N spoke, a bit of irritation in her tone. Alfie sighed, when she called him Alfred whatever she was saying was final, no if’s, and’s, or what's about it. He nodded to her and left his office, deciding to wait outside of the bakery in the snow for her to finish up. He would show her she wasn’t the only hard headed worker in the bakery.

Y/N continued on working like normal, telling herself she was most likely going to crash on the couch in the office to avoid the storm. It had been about an hour later when she decided to take a break and call up her friend Myrtle, Ollie’s wife.

Alfie on the other hand, cursed himself and Y/N for being so stubborn as his joints ached in the cold winter air. Alfie used his key to reenter the bakery, rubbing his hands together and deciding to go and get Y/N, whether she came willingly or not.

Y/N walked about the office while chatting with Myrtle.

“What in gods name are you still doing down at the bakery at this hour? Didn’t that Solomons let everyone go home early?” Myrtle questioned on the other line. Y/N huffed.

“Yeah I would’ve been home early today if that damned man didn’t cancel all his meetings. I was left behind to clean up the mess.” Y/N complained. Alfie stood outside of the open office door and held himself back for yelling at her for that rubbish she was spreading.

“Oh please Y/N, we both know you could’ve done that work tomorrow and the bakery would still remain unchanged. You just want to please that boss of yours.” Myrtle scoffed. Y/N huffed and played with the cord of the phone.

“I do not want to please him! I just prefer to be organized! Can you blame me for being good at my job?” Y/N ranted. Alfie felt a bit bad for listening in, but then again he’s probably done worse than light eavesdropping.

“Sweetheart, you only need to be good at your job during working hours. Cooking his meals and walking his dog is hardly under the job description of a secretary. That’s the job of a wife.”

“Well, he isn’t married! He only has one maid and she’s not getting any younger, you saw Edith at the market last week, she looked weak. I’m just giving a bit of extra help to his household.” Y/N continued to defend herself.

“Why can’t you admit you are in love with him darling? After I told Ollie I loved ‘em he basically pushed me into the synagogue and had us married.” Myrtle urged. Y/N sighed but smiled nonetheless at the love those two shared.

“I can’t ever be in love with my boss, Myrtle. It’s incredibly inappropriate, he would never love me back, and I care about him too much to toss what we already have in the trash.” Y/N spoke, pushing tears back.

“You’ll never know until you just tell him! Things don’t have to be different Y/N, he might love you too! And with the way you care for him? You’re practically betrothed without all the fuckin!” Myrtle exclaimed. Y/N laughed.

“Yeah well, the only man I would consider fucking is a man who will never love me the way I love him. Alfred Solomons has made it very clear I am not a woman he would ever desire.” Y/N spoke, trying to stop her throat from closing up. She came to that conclusion after overhearing Alfie saying he would never date or marry, especially a hard headed woman, he said he wouldn’t have the time or energy for a woman of that caliber. So, Y/N knew he didn’t want her.

“An’ who the fuck told you that?” Alfie spoke from the doorway. Y/N jumped and turned to see Alfie there with his hat and coat in hand, placing his cane against the wall.

“Did he just hear everything you-”

“I will call you later Myrtle.” Y/N spoke, her eyes still wide and her heart now beating rapidly. She ended the call and avoided Alfie’s eyes.

“I-I’m sorry Mr. Solomons. Please can we just forget everything? I don’t want to ruin anything and I need this job! I am so embarrassed I can’t believe I-”

“Christ woman, would you shut up?” Alfie called out, rubbing his beard. Y/N’s mouth snapped shut and she grew even more nervous.

“I never would’ve thought you’d go for a bloke like me. I’m fuckin’ criminal, dove. I steal, I kill, I lie, and I’m a selfish bastard. I know I’m no good for ya, but because I am such a selfish bastard, I plan on keeping you all to myself if you’ll allow it. Judgin’ by you wantin’ to fuck me an’ all, I think we’re in agreement, yeah?” Alfie spoke, placing his hat and coat on Y/N’s desk before approaching where she stood in the middle of the office. Y/N’s cheeks flushed.

“So, you… want to be with me?” Y/N questioned, looking up into Alfie’s eyes. Alfie scoffed.

“If I knew you were this daft, I wouldn’tve hired ya.” Alfie joked. Y/N laughed and gently smacked his arm.

“You couldn’t tell your head from your ass wihtout me, Solomons.” Y/N replied. Alfie’s face spread out in his beautiful grin he rarely showed off.

“An’ that’s why I fuckin’ need you more than air, dove.” Alfie muttered, leaning down and pressing his lips to hers. Y/N moaned into the kiss and wrapped her arms around his neck, tangling her fingers in his thick hair. He responded by placing one large hand across her back, pulling her flush to him, while the other hand gripped her waist. Alfie’s beard scratched Y/N’s face in the best way, and the feeling of his coarse beard hair coupled with his plump lips against his had her melting in his hands.

The sound of a loud bang pulled the couple away from each other. The bakery had gone pitch black, the snow storm knocking the power out. They both took deep breaths and looked around in the darkness until the pair managed to light enough candles to light up the small room.

The warmth of the candlelight surrounded them both as Alfie picked Y/N up, laying her down gently on the couch.

“How about I show you just how bad I want to fuck you, yeah?”

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[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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Hey!! So I was wondering if you could right an imagine (or multiple if u want, the more the merrier lmfao) About Bane from the Batman Trilogy?

Maybe one where he finds the reader injured while he’s taking over Gotham and she’s like a well known villain, so he orders his men to take her and she’s like in n out of consciousness, so patches her up and he like vows to protects her or something?

Then later she becomes a sidekick for him and he looks out for her :)

P.S if you are reading this I don’t think he would be all fluffy w the reader (As much as i love it) but I genuinely think he would have a soft spot for her tho haha 😊 Maybe they would have a jokey relationship like a teasing kinda humour

Also yes I have SEVERE daddy issues x

Heyy! Thank you very much for this request!! I feel like Bane is such an underrated character and deserves more recognition. If you’d like another part then feel free to request it, i would love to turn this into a series. I hope you enjoy this!

BANE TAKING CARE OF VILLIAN!READER AFTER THEY GOT INJURED

part 1 / x

pairings: bane x reader

gn!reader | only use of „you“ or „y/n“

warnings: injuries, fainting, blood, villain stuff. english isn’t my first language. not proofread!

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A new Villain in Gotham meant new and more trouble. He calls himself Bane and he’s a very smart and dangerous man. He wants to take over Gotham and has already created a lot of chaos.

It was on a Saturday when you turned on the TV in your apartment to watch the news. Slumping into the couch and not really expecting anything fun to happen. That’s when you noticed that every News Channel talked about the same thing: „Stadium being completely destroyed“, „Explosion in Gothams well known stadium“, „Bane takes over Gotham“

Oh, he immediately captured your interest. Finally some action in Gotham. This means that Batman would crawl out of his shadow and you have the chance to defeat him.

You packed everything together: weapons and your special knife. You put your suit on and got out of the door, walking straight into the chaos.

The stadium was burning down and the fire grew impossibly stronger. The city was captured in black clouds. You were intoxicated by this view. All you’ve ever wanted and someone else succeed in it: seeing Gotham being taken over and it’s heart (the stadium) burning down. Slowly you made your way over to the stadium, maybe you would be able to get to know this „Bane“.

People were running away from the explosion whilst you were running towards it. Cars were everywhere on the street. Buildings around you were caught in flames. The sound of people screaming and crying filled the city. You were almost there. So near. You recognised a car that you saw on the news today. Does it belong to Bane? You were looking through the car windows: nothing. You kept walking but then realised that some of the cars caught flames and started burning. Suddenly they started to explode. One after the other. The black cloud was now surrounding you.

„Oh, fuck!“, was the last thing you said when the force of an explosion pushed you against a wall and caused you to black out. You were left lying on the ground, injured and in pain.

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Bane was proud. He was so proud that he finally took over Gotham. His plan worked just perfectly. Everyone was distracted with the explosion and batman is still not in sight.

Bane was heading back to the headquarters when he received a call from a guy in his team. He told Bane that they found you blacked out and injured, left alone on the street. Bane knew exactly who you were, he heard of you in the news. The infamous Y/N. One of the most known villains in Gotham.

He always waited for this moment. To finally meet someone who thinks the exact same way like him. Of course, the men in his team are evil and cruel too but you are something else. He could take over the world with you by his side.

„Take Y/N with you and bring them to the headquarters. Now.“

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You woke up on a bed, feeling dizzy and sick. You had a heavy headache and could feel all the bruises forming on your skin. You tried to remember what happened and realised that you aren’t in your apartment. You slowly sat up and looked around the room.

A big room. The walls painted in a dark green, a big and soft bed, a small window and a fireplace. You started questioning where you are. If this person would want to harm you, they would’ve handcuffed you in their basement right? But they didn’t. They literally put you in this big bedroom to rest. But who did this?

You slowly remembered what happened but still couldn’t think of the someone who „rescued“ you.

That’s when the door slowly opened up and heavy footsteps approached the room. When the person came to view you were more than just shocked.

„Hello Y/N. How are you feeling?“, he said dryly.

It was Bane. He rescued you. But why? And how did he even know where you were?

„Uh, I’m feeling okay for the circumstances. Why am I here?“

„My team found you blacked out on the street. You are pretty inured and I still have to check on your injuries. I hope you don’t mind.“, he said in a stoic tone.

„I can do that myself.“

„You’re stubborn. In any other given situation I would like that but you are in my headquarters and I make the decisions here.“

„I can do that myse-“, suddenly you were blacked out again.

Bane rushed to your side and put a cold, wet cloth on your forehead to wake you up. He checked your temperature: nothing odd. Must be a concussion.

Slowly you were waking up, reaching for his hand.

„You just proved, that you, in fact, can not do it yourself.“

„I feel miserable. My head is gonna explode and my limbs hurt so. bad.“

„I’m here now. I will protect you from now on. I swear.“, he said as he gently squeezeed your hand.

„You swear? Why do you even care for me?“

„You’re gonna be a part of my team. A very important part. I’ll protect you no matter what happens.“

You suddenly have this fuzzy feeling in your stomach. It’s what they call butterflies, you suppose. You don’t have feelings for Bane now, do you? You realise that you’re holding his hand this whole time and pull your hand away from his.

„Aw, look who gets all soft. I thought you were the man who just blew up gothams stadium with a bunch of people sitting in there. And now you’re here caring for me as if we’re an old couple. Seriously I can take care of myself on my own. I never needed anyone.“ What you said was true, you never needed anyone to help you but sometimes you did want to have a partner to love and take care of. Someone who is as crazy and evil as you. Someone who wants to cause chaos and see the city burn down. And Bane could be that someone but you can’t find the right words.

„Like I said: you are in my team now so I’ll protect you. It’s not because of you. It’s because of me. You could help me with taking over this city. Become my partner in crime.“, he said grabbing bandaids out of a first aid kit.

„Now if you would stop being so fucking stubborn, I could help you with this wounds and let you get some rest.“

You said nothing in response to that. Indicating to him that he can get the work done.

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After he patched you up, he left the room to let you rest. You were thinking about what he said. Maybe being in his team wasn’t so bad after all..

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To be continued..

Should I turn this into a series? Tell me what you think in the comments! :)

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Losing A Dream Like You

An Eames X Zayla(FemOC) Story SMUT

💕😍ONE-SHOT & DRABBLES MASTERLIST💕😍

MORE EAMES??? X 👈🏻( If you want to dream a little bigger darlin’…🥰♥️⏳)

A/N: Hey everyone I hope you all having a good nice day. I know that the weather for everyone has been nothing but horrible believe me I am already done with summer and I want Fall to come already... However, I am back with another One-Shot, and this time I went with Eames from Inception. He is one of my favorites and had this mind when I actually had a dream of James Delaney the other night, and I know it wasn't Eames but it motivated me to do this One-Shot(I promise I will do more James Delaney). But yet again here it is another short story of my lovely Eames. Again guys thank you for reading please reblog and comment it will mean a lot for me and my blog. As always guys thank and please Enjoy!!!

Word Count: 6.010

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WARNING 18+ ONLY!!!: Some Graphic Blood, Lit Swearing, Alcohol Use, Mentions of Depression, Fluff (Zayla and Eames), Mentions of Abandonment, Mentions of Child Neglect, and Steamy SMUT

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Eames… baby… you’re dreaming of me again, aren’t you?… it’s time for you to get up, my sleepy bird…

Eames then gasped out loud as he sat up quickly in the middle of his dark and quiet bedroom. His breathing was the only thing he was hearing while looking around his surroundings. He then covered his face with both of his hands as his breathing became more steady. 

“Goddamn it,” he said as he muffled between his hands as Eames removed his grey blanket to the side. 

His feet touched the cold wooden brown floor, feeling some sort of light headache in his head. But he tried to ignore it as much as could as he got up from bed.

Eames made his way to the kitchen, turning on the lights along the way. As he made it to the counter, he then took out from one of the cabinets a bottle of tequila. And without bothering to get a glass, he then undid the lid and dragged the hot liquid in one sip. He then took a huge exhale after putting the bottle down on top of the counter. Not giving a damn about the now hurtful headache that was pulsing against his head.

It has been almost 6 grieving drunken and exhausting months since Zayla died in that mission she volunteered to join with him and the rest of the gang.. She was the one who wanted to take the risks while Eames, however, was worried for her safety, knowing the dangers that were up ahead of them. And he wasn’t wrong right until after that day they almost succeeded in the task but failed horrifically.

Zayla was someone special to Eames since the first time he laid eyes on her. It was a beautiful fresh evening as Eames walked his way back to his apartment. After having a meeting with Cobb and the rest of his teammates talking about doing this highly riskily mission. It was just another normal walk until he accidentally bumped into a gorgeous young-looking Spaniard woman. As her notebook fell to the floor, loose papers scattered around. 

“Oh, Christ I’m terribly sorry miss, here let me help you with those,” Eames said as he knelt down to help the girl with her paperwork.

“No, it’s my fault. I should have kept my eyes up. It’s just been a terrible and chaotic day for me at work,” she said, grabbing one paper after the other, feeling embarrassed in front of him. “I am a very clumsy person sometimes again. I’m sorry for making you help me out.”

“Miss, it’s perfectly fine don’t be daft I definitely understand what you’re saying,” he said as he was about to pick up the last paper on the floor. Until Zayla’s hand clasped with Eames as they both then looked up to face each other.

For a moment or two, Eames felt the world around him go into a blur. Until he took into the presence of the woman, he was helping. She had amazing long dark brown hair that touched her hips with lovely looking thin lips. And what captured Eames’ gaze the most about her was those amazingly bright green-brown eyes of hers. He felt as if he was under a bewitching hex that he accidentally touched without asking. 

“Ummm, thank you for helping me out, good sir,” Zayla said as she raised herself up to her feet while feeling her cheeks flush red. “I should get going but again it was very nice of you for helping me Mr.?” 

“Eames, just call me Eames, and what is your name if I may ask?” He said as he handed the last paperwork to her.

“It’s Zayla, it is very nice to meet you, Eames,” she said as she shyly took the paper from his hand, while he gave a kind smile to her.

After that unexpected encounter between the two, which was 2 years ago, they couldn’t stop thinking about each other almost every day. And to their surprise, they ended up working together, along with Arthur and Cobb. Both Arthur and Cobb mostly saw potential in Zayla besides being a quick, high advanced hacker, a thief like Eames, and an architect. But underneath all those skills, however, she had a special gift when dream sharing with others. Zayla was born with the gift of being able to sense, feel, see, and hear the dead and astral project herself from her physical body. So, in most cases, she had no use in being wired up to the Pasiv machine and instead used her projection, so it was easy for her to get into anybody’s consciousness. Which depended on how much strength, time and energy she can be away from her physical body. Since the more she is out spiritually, the more difficult it would be to go back to her body. 

It freaked both Arthur and Cobb out when they tested her with Eames, he however, was very impressed by how abnormal and yet bone-chilling abilities she can do as a whole. And this, however, made Eames like her more and know they would get along closely together. And after months of practice, they all thought it was time for the real thing. 

“How did you realize you could do such frightening and yet amazing abilities?” Eames asked Zayla one night alone in their secret abandoned warehouse.

Zayla chuckled at what Eames was trying to ask her, which didn’t bother her for one bit. She also had grown fond of Eames’ charming persona. He was kind, smart, a fast learner, strong, fearless, and a caring human being. But once she knew his whole backstory, she realized he could be a mischievous and a well-known thief, mostly. Since he can as well dopplegang into anyone that he pleases or when it is a mission. This made Zayla like him more, for it reminded her of her old self when she was a bit of a rebel. And for a short period, she would wander the streets of Venice. Where she had to fend for herself and survive after her father abandoned her.  

“Well, it did not really surprise me when I discovered I possessed such gifts for the first time. My father thought the devil cast a horrible curse upon me. And that is when he left me to rot in the streets on my own, thinking that I would bring more bad luck than good,” she said while holding back the tears from coming out of her eyes.

“I am sorry to hear about what your father did to you. No little girl like you should have never been left out on the streets. Your father was a delusional and neglectful man who couldn’t see how smart, lovely, and strong you have come along. Zayla, you’re full of wonderful things that I think are incredible. And believe me, if I were your father, I would only cherish you and be proud of what you are as a whole. All of this that you’re blessed with is something God giving. I may not be a religious man myself, but you should treasure this gift that you withheld. Trust me in what I say because my father was like yours, too.’

Zayla stopped writing some notes on a little notepad. And before long, she then walked to Eames’ side until suddenly she cupped his left cheek with her left hand. As they both gazed into each other’s eyes, she felt his emotions. It all clashed with many feelings of pain, sadness, lack of effect, anger, and displeasing everything that one could ever imagine. She then felt a bit of a shudder after feeling these instincts, fully understanding where Eames has come from.

“Your father seemed to have always been disappointed in you for most of your life. Even though you’ve tried to show him so many times that you are a quick thinker, He would always shrug you off and always still thought of you as a failure. But you are not, certainly not to me. Because you are also someone blessed with a gift like me. We outcasts with immense capabilities that some would see as terrifying, devilish, and supernatural. So I know what it feels like to be in this sort of position, but that doesn’t make me think you’re a failure. You are more than that Eames that your father couldn’t see. That is why I liked you so much and with this you are now saying I love you even more,” she said, gently brushing her thumb against his cheek. 

Eames, however, had something else in mind, for he then grabbed her face with his hands. And with no strings to restrain him, took her in with a gentle kiss. Zayla didn’t know how to react to this, but once the kiss became more passionate, she returned the kiss. 

They both breathed heavily between their lips as Eames hoisted her legs around his waist. While not breaking the kiss, he then gently placed her on top of a faded wooden table. As a small gasp escaped from Zayla’s lips, Eames placed kisses on the side of her neck as his hands roamed around her body. Zayla caressed the back of his head while his plump, wet lips landed on her collarbone. Zayla then lightly moans out his name as he removed her long brown sleeve shirt. 

“You’re such a beauty to admire, do you realize that love?” Eames said as he took in her lips once again, as she unbuttoned his dark long sleeve shirt. 

 Once his shirt was completely off, Zayla’s hands then roamed smoothly against his firm chest down to his muscular stomach. She bit her bottom lips while she was touching and seeing what was in front of her. As she smiled up at Eames, she unbuckled his trousers as they closed the gap between them. Eames then undo her red bra, while Zayla then slowly rolled down the last of his clothing as she savored his lips again. As her breasts were fully exposed, he then gently grabbed her with his hands as she let out another moan. He took her right nipple in his mouth while playing around her left nipple with his other hand. She then grabbed a fist of his hair while feeling his tongue teasing her ever so erotically. 

“Oh god Eames, yes, just like that… don’t fucking stop,” Zayla moaned out Eames’s bite gently on her right nipple, leaving a light hickey along with it.

Eames then laid Zayla flatly on her back as he now licked her stomach while he then undid her black jeans. He then looked up at her while she then sexily massaged her own breasts, making his manhood erect harder. While he dragged down her jeans along with her black panties, without holding back, he licked his two fingers and inserted them inside her wet core. Zayla whimpered out as she clasped her hands over her mouth, feeling her cheeks blush red. Eames eyed her while he went continued to go in and out of her wet clinched walls. He then gave a devilish grin as he twirled her clit with his teasing tongue. This made Zayla fall over the edge as she let out a loud whimper, taking all these amazing arousals one at a time.

“Eames fuck… just like that, fuck me more,” she said while clenching a fist full of his dark brown locks again, while he increased his fingering more progressively. 

Zayla then tilted her head back as she felt her orgasm about to explode in between his mouth and fingers. Before she could cumm around his fingers, Eames slowed the pace, not wanting her to cum just yet.

“Now it is your turn to give me what I want, love. You are not allowed to cum just yet, sweetheart,” Eames soothingly said as he hovered over Zayla, as he tongue kissed her this time. 

She then turned him over on his back as she then got on her knees in front of him. She got herself comfortable in between his bulky member, as she grabbed him with both of her hands. Making Eames groan at her soft hands around his hard dick. Without question, Zayla then licked the head of his penis as her right hand stroked him up and down, ever so lovely. She then slowly took him inside her warm mouth, feeling his enormous cock consuming her entire mouth ever so deliciously. Eames’s hips clenched at this reaction while his eyes shut tightly closed, feeling every inch of her mouth.

“Zayla… f-fuck me just like that,” Eames moaned out as he gently clenched her hair with his right hand while she sucked him faster. 

She then stroked his length with her hands as she licked his tip once more. Eames bit his lips, trying to hold back a moan. Before he could say another word, Zayla took him in deeper inside her mouth, making Eames lose his mind at this action. Before he could burst inside her warm mouth, she then looked up in his gaze while catching her breath from giving him head. She got up on her feet as they both smiled at each other, feeling their warm breaths between their lips.

“How was that for a receiving pleasure, baby?” she said as she wrapped her arms around his neck, giving a small peck on his lips.

“Love, how can I say no to a wonderful woman such as you, eh?” he said, placing his hands against her naked hips, their foreheads resting against each other.

“I want you already inside me Eames, make me yours already,” Zayla said as she adjusted herself against his hard member. 

“You really want it, my desperate naughty girl?” he said as he could feel her sweet flower rub against his length.

“Hmmm yes, so much baby, don’t tease me anymore. Do whatever you please with my lovely cunt, for it is now yours to claim,” Zayla said as she now could feel the head of his cock smear between her folds.

“Is it mine to take? Is it now, huh? Well, then I would gladly give it to you my precious flower, for you are now mine and mine to take. Do you understand my pet?” Eames said as he caressed her left cheek with his thumb while she closed her eyes at his soft touch.

“I’m yours and only yours baby, I love you Eames so much,” she said, placing her hands on his broad shoulders.

And with that, he sunk her down slowly inside of her as they both moaned in unison, feeling both of their genitals as one. She then thrust his cock ever so lightly while Eames gripped her hips to keep her in balance. The sight of her well-sized breasts bounced ever so hotly in front of him, thinking how lucky he was to have a woman like Zayla. As they both picked up the pace, she then kissed the side of his neck as Eames hugged her tightly in his arms. And before long, their thrusts became quicker than they both were hitting their right spots for each other. 

“Fuck baby, Eames shit… yes please make me feel unclean,” Zayla said as she gripped his tighter around her arms, while she bit him lightly on his left shoulder

“Hmmm fuck, you feel so wonderful love, I love you… so much sweety, cum for me,” he said between breaths while he could feel his insides coming sooner than he thought.

As they both moaned together once again, they both held nothing back as their orgasms clashed together. Eames then thrust into her a few more times as his juices filled her whole, while Zayla tried her best to catch her breath. As Eames tried to relax as best as he could, he then rest his now sweaty forehead against her right shoulder, also catching his breath. Zayla then lean back as he grabbed his face between her hands, as a big smile spread across her face.

“You alright baby?” she said as a small giggle escaped between her smile, making Eames huff at this comment.

“Alright? Hehe, I feel fucking wonderful. You were so amazing would really love to do this again with you. Do you feel alright, my sweet flower? Did I hurt you in any way?” he said as he cupped her chin between his fingers.

“Mi Amor, I feel better than I could ever ask. You made me feel less stressed and more alive since the meeting we had with the others. I think we should call it a night and head back home. What do you say bebe?”

“Whatever you say, mi Reyna, I will agree to anything my Zayla commands and wants, ok?” he said as she chuckled at his mispronunciation, loving how beautiful he just was. 

They then made it back to the hotel room some hours later, where they shared a soft medium size bed together. As she slept soundly around his arms, Eames couldn’t feel anything but a joy to have Zayla against his side. Feeling like the luckiest man in the world to be gifted with a woman that is just like him. Different, smart, beautiful, and someone that he felt comfortable sharing his feelings. 

He then softly caressed her left cheek while she continued to sleep soundly in front of him. As he reminded a few locks of hair away from her face, placing them behind her left ear. Eames then kissed her the top of her head, feeling the sleep overcoming his body. Before he could knock it out completely, he then said something that he would never forget that day before he lost her that same night.

“Zayla, I love you so, so much, mi corazón. I know you can see and hear me, but if you are here. I’ve been meaning to tell you this for a while… please be mine forever. Please be the woman to complete me. I’m asking you for your hand in marriage and I mean it so much. Because if I never met someone perfect and enchanting like you, I… wouldn’t imagine a life without you mi linda mujer. So please baby… accept… accept me as your loving husband, for I will cherish you for years to come. I promise I will never disappoint you or fail you because I love you, Zayla. Mi estrella, mi luz, and my soul,” Eames said lastly until his heavy eyes overtook him to sleep, and all the while, Zayla heard and saw everything from the corner of her bed. 

Oh my, Eames… mi Rey I do… I do very much want to be yours… forever.

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Eames slumped down on his brown soft couch with a heavy grunt as he overlooked through his glass window. Looking over the nightly lit city while holding a glass of wine in one hand while holding a bottle of wine in the other. He has had no time to contact with the others, feeling as if it was useless to talk with anyone else. The only voice and person he wanted to see the most was his Zayla. Oh, how he had missed her so sweet random conversations that he would lose himself in. Talking about her ghost stories, about her mother having the same abilities, her likes and dislikes, wanting to have children of her own, the marriage, everything. But those times were now gone as the rest of his happiness were never fully came to life.

He would always remember that haunting and last look on her face, which took a big traumatic hit on Eames’s mind. It was all going well, as any other normal mission could either be a success or a failure. Until Zayla and Arthur almost planted a false idea inside of a high-class security corporate leader named Draven. But he right away noticed it was a distraction to take him in while Eames and Cobbs tried to steal his very secretive plans. 

“You think you can deflect me that easily, my dear friends, hehe. You know something that you should have noticed beforehand. I always come prepared and I am quite a step ahead if you catch my drift,” he said while back in the real world, two black trucks screeched to a halt in front of the abandoned building. While inside, Arthur, Eames, Cobb, and Zayla were soundly in a deep sleep.

“So I suggest you hurry back along back o your bodies before my men come to you first, clock is ticking,” Draven said with an ugly smirk on his face while taking out a gun from behind his belt.

“Zayla lookout!” Arthur screamed out as he shoved her to the side as they both landed down on the floor. 

Draven laughed out loud at how foolish and imprudent they were, while Arthur and Zayla ran their way out of the room they tried to keep Draven in. 

“Eames, Cobb, fall back. We are in trouble right now. We have to wake up now. Zayla, do your thing, but hurry,” Arthur said to her as they stopped somewhere safely away from Draven.

She just nodded her head as she closed her eyes, trying to concentrate on going back to her body. But the more she focused, the more her energy and strength became weak. 

“Come on Zayla, hurry, we got much time,” he said as he looked over his right shoulder to see if Draven was somewhere nearby.

Zayla said nothing, for she tried her best to get back to her body and when all hope was almost lost, she then finally made it back to reality. She gasped for air as she quickly sat underneath an old ruined couch. While trying to get her breathing as steady as she could, she then hopped up off the couch as she then played Arthur’s tape that contained the French song that makes him wake up faster. But below them, she heard hard thumping noises coming in their direction. 

As she played the song, Arthur suddenly woke up with a big gasp. As he then as well hop-up quickly on his feet.

“Arthur, we have to hurry. I can hear them coming. I have to go back inside to get Cobb and Eames. Whatever happens to me after I wake them up, you guys go on ahead and run like hell. You understand me?” she said as she then laid back on the couch again, but Arthur wasn’t agreeing about all of this just yet.

“No, we are all getting out of here alive, you understand? I don’t want to see any of us get left behind, so don’t you dare say that, ok?” he said in an intimidating tone which Zayla nodded her knowing that she had to believe in this now.

“Your right, keep them busy as much as you can while I get Cobb and Eames. Wish me luck,” she said as she then closed her eyes once again, trying to get inside of their minds. 

She then suddenly appeared in another room of Draven’s mansion, not knowing now where the hell she is at this moment. But she then made her way out of a long dim hallway as she tried to find both Cobb and Eames. She then slowly jogged around every corner she turned until she felt Eames’ energy close by. She then took out her gun from her right side, while walking sideways, waiting to aim.

“Eames, Cobb, are you there?” she whisperly called out, feeling his energy become closer, but suddenly an armed wrapped around her neck from behind. Making her drop the gun to the floor, as she struggles to break free from this unknown person. 

The unidentified person then pinned her hard up against the wall as they wrapped his hands around her neck, making her choke out for air. While back with Arthur, he noticed that her body had started to shake uncontrollably. As she let out raspy groans between her lips, the henchmen were now getting closer to the door. He then walked to her side and placed a hand on her right shoulder, trying to wake her up as best he can.

“Zayla, Zayla shit, shit. Come on, get out there already, don’t risk any further anymore,” he said in a panic state while on the other side, she could hear his faint voice. Feeling as if she was going to pass out. 

But out of the corner of her eyes, a gunshot went straight to the side of the person’s head as they landed on the floor with a loud thud. Zayla coughed out for breath as she massaged her neck with her right hand. Eames then made his way to her as he gently cupped her face between his large hands. 

“Baby, you're alright my dear? Did that bastard didn’t hurt you anywhere else?” he said as Zayla looked into his blue eyes, feeling her breaths come back to normal.

I’m… I’m fine, but we have to go back quickly. Draven’s men are already in the warehouse. We got to help Arthur. He’s all alone in the room. Where the hell is Cobbs? Did he get back with Arthur in time?” Zayla said as she rested her back a bit against the wall.

“He made it back in time with Arthur. It is now you and me inside here. Can you try to bring us both back to our bodies?” Eames asked as he looked over his shoulder at any other henchmen.

“Yes, but we got to get out of here first. This way, come on,” Zayla said as she took the lead while Eames looked around, pointing his gun, making sure nobody came through.

They then quietly made their way out of the gigantic mansion as they walked through the dark, dimly lit hallways from one turn to the other. But once they made it into the main entrance of the house, they then heard the click of the gun’s hammer pulling back. Which made Eames and Zayla freeze in fright, not wanting to turn to face who it was. 

“Where do you think you two are going, huh? Now turn around slowly, and throw those guns away from yourselves,” Draven said as Eames side-eyed Zayla, while she looked back at him with worried and panicked eyes.

They slowly turned themselves slowly to face Draven, and Zayla could feel her body fill up with goosebumps. Eames then gave a tense gaze at the corporate man as he gripped the gun in his hand. 

“I don’t have all day, you stupid pathetic thieves, now Hand. Over. The. Weapons. Right. Fucking. NOWWWW!” Draven exclaimed as he gripped the handle of the gun more intensely, as Zayla felt a lump form in her throat.

Before anything could get any further, Zayla then suddenly heard the French song playing, knowing that either Arthur or Cobb was trying to reach out. She then looked back at Draven, who now had his finger on the trigger, feeling his patience was running out. Zayla did the unthinkable as she felt everything went in slow motion at that very moment. As what she did in that very next move made Eames lose his entire life in front of him forever.

“You will never win in the end Draven. You’ll see it when we have the last laugh,” Zayla said as she pulled out her gun to him and pulled the trigger, hitting him on his right arm.

But before long Draven also released the bullet, as Zayla wrapped Eames tightly in her arms while the last thing she saw was his eyes that she grew to love and admire. 

“I love you Eames so much. Never forget about me, Mi Amor Mio,” she said as she closed her eyes, giving her the last energy and strength to transport each other to their bodies.

As Eames opened his eyes wide open as he gasped loudly for air, Cobb then was there by his side. 

“Hey hey easy, easy, just breathe slowly,” Cobb said as Eames looked around the enormous room, as his eyes laid on Zayla’s body. 

He noticed she was breathing heavily as a big blood stain appeared in the middle of her stomach. Eames then unbalanced got up from the gray couch as he took Zayla’s left hand in his while Cobbs wrapped his dark blue suit around her stomach. Zayla whimpered out as she felt the sharp pain in her stomach, while Eames went into a panic state.

“Baby, it’s alright my love, stay with me, you’re going to be fine. We’re going to get out of here together. Just breath, mi Amor,” he said while he caressed her right cheek with his other hand, while Zayla couldn’t help but feel the hot throbbing pain that she was feeling.

“Goddamnit, they’re trying to break down the door. We got to go, quickly this way,” Arthur exclaimed as he closed the Pasiv Machine, as Eames’s eyes formed tears in his eyes. 

“E-Eames, it’s alright m-my love, just go… please for me,” Zayla stutteringly said as she could feel her vision become blurry ever so slowly.

“No, no, don’t you dare say that… here grab on my shoulders, I’ll carry you. I am not leaving you her.-”

“Eames Go Please!!! Zayla exclaimed as loud bangs from the door were heard from behind, while Arthur and Cobb then raised Eames to his feet. 

Everything around him felt muffled and going in slow motion, as he felt his hand slide slowly away from her soft hand. Eames struggled against Cobbs and Arthurs’s grip as they then made their way down some old rusted stairs, as Eames looked back at those lovely green-brown eyes of hers. He let the tears roll down from both of his cheeks, as he saw the henchmen circled around her. As one of them placed a small knife against her neck, and in a quick slash, he cut her in a clean slice. 

“Zayla, no, no!” Eames screamed out in anger as Arthur and Cobb restrain him from going back to her, as they then made their way down the stairs. 

“Get them don’t let them get away,” one henchman yelled out as two other henchmen ran their way to catch the running trio.

Zayla’s now lifeless bloody body was laying ever so silently, as her body now became white and pale as a ghost. As her last few gurgling breaths were heard ever so quietly, until her vision became black. Like the night.

Meanwhile, outside of the building, Arthur, Eames, and Cobb rushed their way to their car, while Draven’s henchmen were close behind. As they then got inside the car, Arthur spun the vehicle as bullets then fired against the car.

“ARTHUR STEP ON IT NOW!!” Cobb yelled out from the loud bullets, as he shot back and Arthur did what he was told.

They then back the car quickly and in no time they then were out of the abandoned warehouse, as they had to escape somewhere they won’t be followed for a while. As everyone calmly tried to catch their breaths, Eames, however, fell quiet and motionless. As he had to witness such a traumatic and bloody scene, that his lovely woman got her neck sliced in front of him. Knowing that he lost his future, happiness, passion, and humanity on Zayla, his heart became cold and dead. Arthur, in a sad gaze, looked at Eames through the rearview mirror, feeling that same emotion his best friend was feeling. Arthur also felt he lost a good person on that day, feeling like it was part of his fault for letting her go back on her own. Cobb as well could feel Eames’s pain, knowing that he as well lost a loved one in his life. Knowing that Eames will go through the same state as Cobb was in the past. 

“You should have let me go back to her, you fools. She could have been saved if… if only she. If only I pulled that trigger, she wouldn’t have sacrificed herself for me. God, why did she do something like that?” Eames said as he broke down in more tears, as Arthur and Cobb silently shed tears along with him. 

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His wails and sorrows echo throughout his living room apartment, as he now emptied the wine bottle. He let the bottle fall to the wooden floor as the glass on his other hand dropped and shattered throughout the floor. He then mumbled drunkenly at the noise of the glass as he tried his best to get on his feet. 

“Why, why did you do it, Zayla? Why did you have to go, my love?” he slurring said as he fell to his knees, as he felt small sharp glasses on his palms making him grunt in pain.

“You fucking pieces of shits,” he mumbly said as he breathe sharply between his teeth, while drips of silva slid down on his chin.

He then tried his best to get on his feet, but Eames was failing miserably as he now dropped again to the floor. He felt the cold material of the floor against his cheek, as he lay flat on his stomach as tears still streamed down his face. Eames was wheezing heavily, but then in the corner of his eye saw a blurry figure coming towards him. He tried to adjust his vision, but it was no use until he heard that familiar silky voice he has missed so much.

What are you doing, my silly Eames? Don’t you see what a mess you made, mi Amor? Please, don’t let your sorrows get the best of you, my sweet King… you need to continue onward for me. You must continue your path without me. No matter what you do or go, I’ll always be here, my love. Forever always…

Eames slowly lifted his head up from the floor, as he saw that gorgeous familiar face of hers looking down on him. As she was wearing a lovely long sleeve white dress, while she sat gently down on her knees. While a small smile grew between her lovely lips, as she smoothly caressed the top of his head. 

“I… I just cannot continue… without you, baby. My happiness… was always with you and only you. I’d rather be dead and be with you instead of walking in this pathetic world,” he said as Zayla placed his head gently on top of her knee as she still caressed his head ever so smoothly.

Mi Amor, you must continue and be strong for me, do it for me for our powerful love and especially for yourself. Don’t you worry about me sweetheart, our souls will someday reunite once again. But today is not that time… you got to wake up Mi Rey. Wake up, for me, and promise me you will fight for us both. Please, baby, wake up.

“Zayla!!!” Eames yelled out as he sat up panicky from his bed while looking around in his now light up bedroom. 

He then let out a tiring long sigh as he placed his hands against his tired face. Eames looks to the left side of the bed, seeing that his clock read 8 AM, knowing it was early in the morning. 

He then let out another small sigh as he now touched the cold floor against his feet, while hunching his shoulders forward. As he looked straight out of his glass windows, breathing through his nostrils as he welcomed a new and yet another depressing day.

“I promise my Zayla, I’ll do this for you and only you, my Angel. I promise,” he said out loud to himself as he then got up on his feet, not knowing what the future would hold for him. 

I miss you, my Zayla… if only you were here with me….

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[hardyverse]

Daydream

Tom Hardy x fem! Reader

Warnings: Smut

You have always liked him. You secretly watched him whenever he was near you - this man, broad shoulders, dazzling smile, and that beard. There were a few gray hairs in it, just like on his head - of course, he had to be around 40. But who cared? He was delicious to look at. It wasn't the first time you imagined the feel of his big, rough hands on your body, the feel of his beard on your face, his full lips on yours… the feel of his head disappearing between your legs, completely, disappearing under your skirt. You feel it, the warm scratching against your skin, way up between your thighs, lustfully on the inside. Feel his warm breath, hot against your thighs, as his tongue pushes up warm and wet - as his broad fingers pull your panties aside, and the soft scratching touches your pussy, a hot tongue licking through your folds…. "Are you okay?" You flinch, completely lost in the daydream, when suddenly he's standing in front of you, a crooked smile on his face. He's holding the cardboard coffee mug you must have given him; completely absorbed in this fantasy. "All good, sorry.", you whisper, your cheeks red and fiery, returning his smile. "See you tomorrow, then." he says, a wink, and God - that wetness between your legs could almost become real.

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[ingeniousmindoftune]

Tom Hardy fanfic, any ideas?

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[val-made-a-mistake]

❝PUSHING THE LIMITS.❞

(not my gif)

summary: eddie might fuck you good, but venom pushes your limits.

warnings: SMUT SMUT SMUT, nasty ass smut, surprised-myself-while-writing-it kind of smut, sorta dubcon towards the end, oral sex f and m receiving, sticky tendrils and tentacles and appendages and such, bondage using v's tendrils, hair pulling, spanking, double penetration, eddie spitting in reader's mouth, eddie slaps reader's cheek a lil bit in the beginning, overstimulation central, names like "good girl", "sweet angel", "sweet girl", "beautiful girl"... don't wanna hype myself up too much, but i think y'all are gonna be eating good while reading this one. monsterfucking. i am definitely not getting into heaven, so make my sacrifice worth it and grab some popcorn!

word count: 2k

a/n: if you've ever wanted me to write a sequel for fics like "take the reins" and "don't pretend", this is for you. i can't believe this is my official return to fic writing LMAO, but we're pretending like i never left! (yes i know i posted my last fic in april.) i hope you enjoy, please give me some feedback for this one!

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“Gooooood fuckin’ girl.”

You struggled to hide your wince as Eddie harshly slapped your cheek again: you were on your knees, your face raised to look at him as he knelt over you, directing your face in whatever way he wanted it to go. Some parts sweet, some parts rough - whether it was pulling your hair until your cunt twinged with need, or spitting in your mouth when it got too dry for him to fuck, or how fucking good his cock felt when it was shoved into your mouth, you took all of it enthusiastically. 

You hadn’t heard Venom’s commentary in a while, but at least Eddie seemed to be enjoying himself.

“That’s great, honey,” Eddie gasped as he slipped the tip of his cock in your mouth again: you sucked on it dutifully, slathering your spit over his already glistening length, but throughout all of it, your eyes were locked on his face.

He was almost out of breath just from watching you. “Jeez, that’s fuckin’ nasty…”

Overachieving, you responded by taking his whole length into your mouth until the tip of his cock slammed into your uvula and you were forced to gag.

You meant to stay there, but Eddie’s hand was buried in your hair very suddenly, tugging you backward: he evidently hadn’t been expecting that.

“Easy, honey,” he told you. “It’s not every day I got a girl jumping all over me, y’know.”

You sat back on the bed and stuck out your tongue for him, grinning widely. “Sorry.”

Inside his head, Venom scoffed.

PUSSY.

“N-no, don’t be sorry for anything,” Eddie managed to say to you as he allowed his cock into your mouth again, determined to keep Venom at bay inside his thoughts. “Feels so fucking good, just like that…”

Sucking him off until he came had to be the plan, you figured, so you kept going, keeping your tongue flat along his length as he fucked your mouth. His cock was so goddamn thick, and your tongue kept brushing along a prominent vein as you went. The best part was his hand, firm in your hair, ensuring he was using you in whatever way he wanted.

Meanwhile, Venom’s voice was a reassuring purr in Eddie’s ear.

SHE LOOKS SO GOOD LIKE THIS, EDDIE.

So it came as a bit of a surprise when Eddie decided he wanted to move: he was off of you in an instant, but he was grabbing your leg, indicating he wanted you to move with him.

His voice was soft, almost sweet, keeping you wet. “Up, honey, c’mon.”

Breathless, your heart pounding now that there wasn’t a hand in your hair anymore, you got off your knees and, following his direction, rolled over on the bed.

“Shit,” Eddie commented appreciatively, just before he spanked you harshly. “Pop that up for me, honey.”

Grinning sheepishly, you buried your face in the pillow and lifted your stinging ass in the air for him.

“Fuck,” he gasped as the palm of his hand brushed over your pussy - yeah, you already knew you were dripping, and the humiliation of it made you flush. “You always get this wet just having a dick in your mouth?”

“It’s just you,” you mumbled weakly, which earned your another spank.

“Just me, huh?” Eddie replied, mockingly, making your face burn. “Not V? You’re telling me this pretty pussy’s dripping just because of me?”

You opened your mouth to respond, but he’d spanked you directly on your pussy this time, making you moan weakly.

“Fuck,” you gasped, burying your face in the pillows. You had a feeling that Venom would’ve teased you endlessly if you moaned for him, and you weren’t sure if you could handle it when your pussy was already this wet, but God, you’d never been more tempted.

Inside his head, Venom was sounding impressed, but he hadn’t revealed himself yet.

KEEP GOING, EDDIE. YOU WILL BREAK HER.

Keeping your head in the pillow, you spread your legs wider for him, trying to expose as much of your pussy as you could. Spurred on by Venom’s praise, Eddie grinned.

“Fucking glistening,” he laughed, running a finger delicately along your drenched pussy, sending sensitive nerves haywire. “What a pussy. I mean, Jesus…”

He leaned forward to press a gentle kiss to your damp inner thigh, and that simple, two-second touch had your mind speeding out of control with obscenities. No doubt about it, spreading your holes like this turned you on: you could feel your slick running down your inner thighs, and if your brain wasn’t jammed, you would’ve been begging for Eddie for Venom to come out, to finally fuck you.

Breathless with anticipation, you grabbed a fistful of pillows instead and waited patiently, keeping still.

Inside his head, Venom was chomping at the bit, too.

WHEN WILL YOU LET ME OUT, EDDIE?

Just give me a few more minutes, Eddie’s thoughts responded, a bit urgently.

He opted to pretend as though nothing had happened, keeping his control over you.

“Spread your legs more, baby. I want to see how turned on I made you.”

Moaning weakly, you did as he said, spreading your legs to reveal your glistening wet mess of a pussy: you had yet to touch yourself, or do anything to stop the spread of heat in your most sensitive spot, but you felt like if he didn’t touch you soon, you were going to go into cardiac arrest.

You closed your eyes and listen to him move closer.

Eddie’s hands were warm around your thighs, and you could feel him kiss both of your inner thighs - dear god, he’s about to kill you - before he kissed your clit, enveloping it with warmth. 

Everywhere. Oh God.

You gasped weakly. “Oh, Eddie…”

Again, Venom’s voice was a reassuring purr in Eddie’s ear.

YOU ARE UNRAVELLING HER, EDDIE. KEEP GOING.

“That feel good?” he whispered, kissing you softly again.

Well, fucking obviously: you were clutching the pillows above you with all your might, doing your best not to squirm in pleasure. “Eddie, please…”

You were so fucked out you couldn’t finish that sentence, but Eddie knew what it meant, and Venom did too.

LET ME OUT, EDDIE. YOU KNOW SHE WANTS IT.

“You need V, honey?” Eddie whispered from between your legs: he sensed from the growing warmth in his abdomen that he wouldn’t have control over his body for much longer, so he was determined to savour it for as long as he could.

You nodded weakly, flushed with pleasure - Eddie’s tongue may have been a natural, non-monstrous length, but it was pressed to your clit nonetheless, and it would’ve made anybody come after long enough. “Give him to me.”

That did it: Venom came out with a flourish, enveloping Eddie’s body entirely in black goo until he wasn’t Eddie anymore, but tendrilled and sticky and terrifying and one hundred percent Venom.

You almost came at the sight of him. “Oh, V…”

Venom’s tongue protruded from his mouth, licking clean his impressive row of fangs. His milky white eyes might’ve caused others to cower, but you stared directly into them, breathless. It was fascinating, really, how quickly Eddie had disappeared.

Venom’s voice was a deep purr, deeper than anything you’d ever heard.

DID YOU MISS ME, SWEET ANGEL?

“I did, V,” you gasped as a glittering black tendril snuck up your leg, “God, I - I want you so bad.”

Venom cocked his head to the side, watching you intently, like a predator watching its prey.

I TELL EDDIE THAT ALL THE TIME.

You gasped as the appendage finally breached your cunt, pulsating and sticky, giving you exactly the feeling of fullness you wanted. “Oh, Venom…”

The pillow you were clinging onto was gone in a second, replaced by two tendrils pinning your arms onto the bed. Before you knew it, two other tentacles were wrapping around your ankles, fully restricting your ability to move, and there you were, trapped on the bed as Venom was leering above you, his cock sliding in and out of you.

His pace was relatively slow, but you soaked up every pulsing inch succeeded inside of you, and every now and again, he’d make the tendril twist, bringing you closer to the edge every time.

I DON’T EVER THINK I’VE SEEN YOU THIS WET, SWEET ANGEL.

I don’t think I’ve ever been this wet, your thoughts responded incredulously, but all that came out was a choked, “Ngh!”

You were coming, you knew it, and it still hit you like a fucking freight train: the orgasm rushed through you as blood thundered to your brain, euphoria crashing over you at maximum intensity. Everything welling up inside of you just burst, and nothing had ever been so lovely.

You went deaf for a moment as the only thing you could hear was your heart absolutely pounding and the shrill ringing in your ears, but you knew you were gasping for breath, completely overtaken by this orgasm. You’d never tell Eddie, but it was Venom who knew how to pull orgasms from you like this, and only Venom, his glittering black cock absolutely destroying you from the inside out.

Of course, it was then Venom suddenly decided to slam his cock into you at full force, overstimulating you beautifully.

The confidence in his voice never wavered.

I KNOW YOU CAN TAKE IT, BEAUTIFUL GIRL. I HAVE SEEN YOU TAKE IT.

“Oh, Venom,” you were gasping over and over, but you couldn’t fully hear yourself over the ringing in your ears and the sounds of Venom’s glittering black tendril sliding in and out of your drenched, abused pussy, filling you up to the maximum. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

He did the pulsating, twisting thing inside of you once again, and your eyes nearly rolled back into your head: when he was pinning you down like this, you had nothing to hold onto, it was just you, the cock inside of you, and the threat of this monstrous creature swallowing you whole. “Oh my god, Venom!”

HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT EDDIE SEEING THIS, SWEET GIRL?

“Oh, fuck, Venom…” you moaned from underneath him, incoherent now as his cock pistoned in and out of you. You were blathering, but the message was clear: don’t fucking stop!

Venom was smug, now.

HOW DO YOU FEEL KNOWING I CAN TAKE YOU BETTER THAN EDDIE EVER COULD?

“You’re better than Eddie,” you mumbled incoherently as Venom ramped up speed, “Loads better than Eddie, I just - oh fuck - holy shit, V, keep going!”

WILL YOU COME FOR ME, SWEET ANGEL?

Yes, I will, your thoughts responded immediately, but actions spoke louder than words: your second orgasm ripped through you as your legs shook, you were pushed to the point of insanity. This one really took you by surprise compared to the first, but you revelled in it, your vision flashing with white as Venom fucked into you. You could feel your body sinking into the bed despite the restraints, spent, and you almost thought it was over, but–

Venom, of course, didn’t care.

COME FOR ME AGAIN, BEAUTIFUL GIRL.

“V,” you whispered weakly, your entire body damp with sweat from your last orgasm, “I - I don’t think I can, I just came.”

Above you, Venom absolutely snarled, and his tongue slithered down to force your legs even further apart.

WHEN I SAY COME, YOU COME!

A second, bigger tendril sank into your ass this time, and you gasped: you were filled, completely and utterly filled, and God, you’d be lying if it didn’t feel so fucking wonderful.

“I - I’m gonna come,” you blathered, blinking hard as the realization set in: you were about to come faster than you’d ever come in your life. “I - I’m gonna come, V, holy - oh my god-”

The words I’m coming were lost in your throat, but it didn’t matter: in a matter of seconds, you’d came for a third time, and the euphoria this time around was still there, yet with a bitter and harsh edge. Your body was exhausted, but your pussy was drenched, and all Venom knew was to keep fucking going, so–

You were gasping, half-deaf with your vision flashing with white, trying to make peace with the reality that Venom was going to fuck you until you passed out.

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[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]

Beast - An Alfie Solomons/Reader Smut Short.

We’re kicking off the smutty sleepover right now, besties! Here’s my first drabble request for the prompt “It’s my thigh or nothing, I’m not helping you get off” chosen by my beautiful @potter-solomons​!

Warnings - Female reader x Dom Alfie. Very, very dom Alfie! Smut below the cut. Minors DNI!

Words - 565

“Look at you, my little princess. Fuckin’ dying for it, ain’t ya?”  

Shifting against your restraint, the leather of his belt binding your arms behind your back, you nod, the gag of your own underwear pushed into your mouth preventing speech.  

“Come sit on me.” He commands, taking your waist and guiding you to his thigh, your apex hot and wet with need against him. “Oh, you were hoping for this, eh?”  

He takes his rigid cock, giving it a few pumps within the strong clasp of his ring adorned hand, staring you in the eyes as he does it, wringing pre-cum out, his other hand pulling the knickers from your mouth. “Speak.”

“Yes, Alfie. I want your cock, I want to ride it so badly, or for you to touch me. Please, just touch me!”

“Bit desperate, ain’t you?”

“Mmmm, always for you.” The heat of his thigh against your bare sex is torture, longing for him to sate you with fingers, or perhaps his skilled mouth, have his tongue lick the relief of divinity against you, but no. He is not forthcoming. He’s talked you into this state, his commands making your cunt puddle, and now, it would seem, it is your problem to deal with.  

“If you want gratification so badly, then you’ll have to seek it yourself.”

You whine petulantly, Alfie giving you a little slap at the cheek in correction.

“Don’t be naughty, right?”  

“I’m sorry.”

“Good girl. Now, as I was saying. If you want it, seek it yourself. It’s my thigh or nothing, I’m not helping you get off.”

“May I?”

His eyes glitter at you like two smoky sapphires, the control he has over you making the dark skin of his cock flush, his chest heaving out a little with a shuddered breath. It’s killing him too, not to impale you upon it, but the sweet torture will make the end result all the more worth it. He has you exactly where you need to be.

“You may, princess.”

Tightening your thighs around his, you begin to rub yourself, the hot bulk of solid muscle giving your clit all the friction it needs to begin sparking, tingling as you grind, your mouth falling open as you gasp softly. Oh, it’s so delicious, the soft hairs adding to your stimulation, your whole body an absolute tempest of delight for that gratification.  

You leave him slick, the unashamed gush from your cunt soaking him as your hips purl, staring at him, Alfie grasping your jaw and stealing smoking, messy kisses from you. “Yeah, you grind away, love. That’s what you needed, ain’t it?”

“Yes.” You pant, moving faster against him, riding that solid mass of thigh as if your life depends on it, grinding so hard, the press has you sparking to euphoria quickly, all that pent up arousal finally able to release.  

And it does, soaking him as you wail, the leather belt creaking when your arms flex with exertion, his eyes never leaving yours as you cum hard on his thigh. It’s so magmatic, it even leaves him breathless.  

“Mmmm, good girl. I suppose now it’s only fair you get to have a go on the beast, eh?”

He lifts you, positioning himself at your fluttering entrance, letting you slide down on him fully with a gasp. And what a beast that cock of his truly is.  

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[tomhardyspinkyfinger]

Tom Hardy.

143.

96.

You and Tom always had a flirty relationship. After filming a movie together years ago as a couple, you became close. Unfortunately, that movie was as far as the romance went, and everything else was harmless teasing.

You bent over and let out a breath, stretching your muscles very well.

"Christ love, what did I tell you about yoga in the trailer?" Tom spoke from the doorway, a smirk playing on his face. You stood up and let out a chuckle, turning and facing Tom, who was still obviously checking you out.

"Ever heard of knocking, perv?" You teased, grabbing your water bottle and taking a sip.

"It's my trailer! I didn't expect to come in here and see one of the writers ass out in tight leggings waiting for me." Tom teased right back. You and some other writers in Hollywood began a movie project a few years ago that finally began filming, Tom being your lead man as per both of your requests.

"I was just doing some yoga, Tom." You spoke, adjusting your glistening breasts in your small sports bra. Maybe you chose the tighter work out gear knowing Tom would be done filming.

"Are you trying to turn me on or are you really just that oblivious?" Tom joked. You smiled, turning around and bending over at the waist, gripping both of your legs and spreading them wide.

"What ever do you mean, babe?" You said with a smile. Tom groaned and walked by you, smacking your ass playfully. You let out a squeal but maintained your pose as he positioned himself on the couch, right in front of you.

"Hands off the merchandise asshole! I'm trying to maintain my mental clarity and peace of mind." You spoke, breathing deeply.

"I love it when you talk dirty." Tom teased. You let out a laugh and lost your pose, standing upwards and stretching.

"You've officially ruined the session, I'm going to my trailer to shower and then we can do lunch." You spoke, gathering a few of your things.

"My shower works." Tom spoke, standing up from the couch. You laughed nervously when you realized he wasn't laughing.

"I'm sure it does." You tried to joke, your heart pounding.

"I'm being serious, love. Why waste the water and keep pretending we don't want to fuck each others brains out? I know you're soaked under those leggings that you never wear panties with. And I know I'm rock hard imagining plowing all your holes in those sexy little positions until you faint on my cock." Tom spoke, moving closer to you with every word. You were now against the wall of the trailer, breathing heavy.

"You're right, no need to waste water." You spoke, throat dry.

"That's what I thought. Strip. Now."

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[rockerchick05]

𝗍𝗈𝗆 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗒 𝗑 𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

THE OSCARS

“You ready, Love ?” Tom reached over to grab your hand.

You gave him a confident nod as the door opened you were blinded with flashing lights, chants of yours and Tom’s names.

“Y/N!Y/N!” “TOM!TOM!”

As you walked up the red carpet taking pictures you never left each others sides. Looking over to your right you see your good friend Cillian answering questions.

“I see that Mr & Mrs Hardy have made an appearance tonight” The interviewer said.

“I see they have” He looked over his shoulder towards you two with a smirk, waving you both over.

You pulled Tom over with you making sure to lift your dress so you don’t trip. Tom seeing you do this, picks up your dress for you and places it back down when your both at Cillian’s side.

“Thankyou darling” You placed a kiss on his cheek and he places one on the crown of your head as well as his hand on your waist. “If it isn’t the mysterious Cillian Murphy.”

“Thought I’d leave my cellar to see the couple of the night” He greets you with a kiss your cheek and Tom a pat on his shoulder.

“How are you Y/N after just having your son ?” The interviewer made her presence away.

“Oh I’m great thankyou, he’s with his grampy tonight” You and Tom shared a loving smile at the thought of your son.

“How did you both celebrate your 10th anniversary ?”

“Well after four kids there’s not much more I can give” Tom answered earning himself a light smack from you.

“Not got anymore in you Tom ?” Cillian jokingly asked.

“He’s getting old Cil” Y/N stated making the group laugh.

Tom leaned over to whisper “Not what you were saying last night Love”.

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