#cyril reposts

[likesaly]

I'm trying to be emo the suns my no1 opp

a detailed list of things I hate:

hot weather

high temperatures

heat

warmer than average conditions

[ducklooney]

Even though I posted this two years ago, I'm reposting it again for a special occasion.

Cover from the Mickey Mouse comic strip in Serbian from 1937. To all who celebrate according to the Julian calendar, I wish you a Merry Christmas!

Yes, since the Julian calendar is 14 days late, January 7th is Christmas for those Christian believers, especially for the Orthodox, while for others it is December 25th. Merry Christmas everyone! Mir Božiji, Hristos se rodi! Vaistinu se rodi! Мир Божији, Христос се роди! Ваистину се роди! С Рождеством!

[arcadiiian]

a night in high society

[dungeon-strugglers]

✨New item!✨ Luminous Arrow Weapon (arrow), rarity varies

The rarity of this ammunition is determined by the metal its tip is made of. An uncommon arrow is steel-tipped, rare is mithril-tipped, and very rare is adamantine-tipped. 

Steel. A luminous arrow tipped with steel has these magical properties:

On a hit, this arrow deals an extra 1d6 radiant damage to the target. The damage increases by 1d6 if the target is an undead or a fiend. An undead creature of CR 1 or lower hit by this arrow must succeed on a DC 13 Constitution saving throw or immediately die and turn to ash. Once it hits a target, the ammunition is no longer magical.

Mithril. A luminous arrow tipped with mithril has these magical properties:

The extra radiant damage increases to 2d6 for both the base and creature-type-specific instances.

The CR increases to 2 and the save DC increases to 15.

Illuminate. If you shoot the arrow straight upward, it creates a 60-foot-radius sphere of sunlight 30 feet above you for 1 minute. The sphere is bright light and sheds dim light for an additional 60 feet. The arrow is destroyed when used in this way.

Adamantine. A luminous arrow tipped with adamantine has these magical properties:

The extra radiant damage increases to 3d6 for both the base and creature-type-specific instances.

The CR increases to 3 and the save DC increases to 16.

The radius of both bright and dim light for Illuminate increases to 120 feet, and the duration increases to 10 minutes.

The charred statue of Saint Cyril stands solemnly in a sunny clearing. Tumbled stone and rotten timber are all that’s left of her home, the Chapel of the Sun. Desperate people seek her in times of need. In her open marble hands, wondrous magical gifts appear to true believers. Swords to strike down the dead, potions to cure plague, and luminous arrows to bring the dawn. - 🖌🎨 Like our work? Consider supporting us on Patreon and gain access to the hi-resolution art for over 200 magic items, printable item cards and card packs, beautiful creature art and stat blocks, and setting pdfs with narrative hooks and unique lore!🧙‍♂️ Thank you so much for your support! 💖

📜 Credit. Art and design by us: the Dungeon Strugglers. Please credit us if you repost elsewhere.

[characterdesignreferences]

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[dadvans]

20 questions for fic writers

Tagged by the lovely @rcmclachlan!

1. How many works do you have on Ao3?

37 + 2 Orphaned Works on main (and two fics that have been removed from AO3 but reposted on Tumblr) 3 under a sock account 1 on a shared account

2. What's your total Ao3 word count?

256,810

3. What fandoms do you write for?

All current WIPs are either Hockey RPF or Supernatural

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

five theories about victor "my husband" nikiforov (+ one fact) [YOI]

Family Dinner [The Old Guard]

Lonely Hearts Club [YOI]

the warmest part of winter [YOI]

Modern Marvels [Rick and Morty]

5. Do you respond to comments?

I try to, but get overwhelmed pretty quickly. I'm trying to be better about this!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

the blue house [Hockey RPF, SidGeno]. I would consider it an ambiguously optimistic ending instead of unhappy, but it definitely was written for an angst fest!

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

the warmest part of winter, which is at risk of being too cutesy.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I've never seen anything specific on AO3, but I know some people got pretty annoyed with some tropes I helped popularize in Yuri On Ice fandom (Victor Nikoforov Has a Foot Fetish, Yuuri Katsuki is a Huge Slut)

9. Do you write smut?

I sure do!

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you have written?

Sort of. Some people have considered Not Just Nothing [SPN] a crossover instead of an AU. It's a Ken Doll AU.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I've seen

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes, and it is honestly the biggest compliment in the world

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I don't know if I should be revealing this, but I was definitely one of the people who wrote Popular Slut Club under the SturgeonGuy29 name 🤫

14. What's your all time favorite ship?

What an impossible question! Probably SidNate, considering they've been making me see shrimp colors for 6 years now.

15. What is a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Oh god, I don't want to jinx anything here. I really do intend to finish everything I start writing. I have a doc called Starz 4Ever, where Geno becomes a porn star out of spite.

16. What are your writing strengths?

When my dialogue is good, it's really good. I think very highly of my characterization.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Finishing shit!

18. Thoughts of writing dialogue in another language in fics?

I used to do this, and I meaningfully don't anymore unless it's crucial for the plot. I was actually embarrassed going back to a Yuri on Ice fic to see I had written some Victor dialogue in Cyrillic.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

I want to say I was writing Seiya/Usagi for Sailor Moon in like, 1999 or 2000, but I couldn't tell you what it was about or where to find it.

20. Favorite fic you have written?

I'm really fond of Say When. Sid/Nate/Andy feels so personal to me at this point. It has my favorite sex scene I've ever written, and I'm eager to post more for the universe.

I also am still proud of we should be stars and perfect tens (Rick and Morty, heed the tags), which is a little rougher with age but I think the execution of two parallel narratives both written in second perspective is well done, and the blue house considering the subject matter.

Tagging: anyone who wants to do it!

[reverieaudios]

random question

so what are your opinions on people editing you characters e.g using voice lines from videos and stuff

i want to edit Cyril on tik tok so bad 💃

I'm okay with it as long as

1. You don't ever use audio from anything exclusive to patreon

2. It's actually something that you've created/put work into (i.e. not just reposting clips with nothing added to them/not actually edited in any way)

3. You give credit to me for the source material

(Kind of unrelated but using unedited audio clips for things like animatics/animations/things like that is okay, again as long as you give credit for the source material and don't use exclusive audios)

[rockroselazuli]

TOA Anniversary Munday

Celebrating TOA and the people who contribute to make our group what it is.

Repost, don't reblog. Only fill in what you feel comfortable sharing!

Happy anniversary, TOA! Here's to many more years spent together.

Tagging: myself

Name: rai

Pronouns: he/him

Birthday (no year): december 28th

Where are you from? What is your time zone?: colorado! mountain time zone

Roleplay experience: ooooohh my god um. like 15 years maybe?? most recently on twt. i used to rp on tumblr back in high school though and i'm SO glad to be back cause i missed it. rping on twt is awful i need to be able to write three thousand words in one post

Got any pets?: my kitty selkie :)

Favorite time of year: autumn.. i love pretty leaves and comfortable weather and halloween and pumpkin flavored things god bless

Some interests and things you like: drawing, audio drama podcasts, birds, sugar, cosplaying, horror

Some funfacts & trivia about you:

i collect plushies

i have 14 tattoos and my next one is gonna be grima

i write original stories and someday i'm gonna make a webcomic

What non-Fire Emblem games do you play?: pokemon, animal crossing, other miscellaneas things

Favorite Pokemon type & Pokemon: type is flying & pokemon is absol. my absolute belovedoh my god that was not supposed to be a pun

How did you get into Fire Emblem?: my childhood friend was really into radiant dawn and told me all about it and then i mentioned it to my dad and he was like "oh yeah fire emebeleme i wanted to try out one of those games" so he bought radiant dawn bc it was the one i talked about and. we did not know it was a sequel for the longest time.

What Fire Emblem games have you played?: 7, 9 & 10, 11 & 12, 13, 14, 16, 17

First Fire Emblem game: radiant dawn

Favorite Fire Emblem game: awakening

Any Fire Emblem crushes? 😳: g.. gregorgy. also sephiran and naesala. and rafal why is gregory the only human here

If you’ve played the following games, who was your first S support? Who would you S support nowadays?

- Awakening: tharja. now i would gaius if i wasn't so attached to him being inigo's father always

- Fates: silas. now uhhh mmmm?? m. i don't know WAIT. keaton

- Three Houses: i don't remember?????? what the fuck. um. oh nevermind it was claude lmao of course it was claude. and i would do it again

- Engage: no one i uh. seem to have completely missed the chance somehow. anyway i'm going for alfred this time cause alfred/alear is everythign to me

Favorite Fire Emblem class: KINSHI KNIGHT but basically just archers in general. and DANCERS i love them

If you were a Fire Emblem character, what would be your class?: um.. idk but i'd like to think i'd be the donnel archetype cause aptitude is my only chance

If you were a Three Houses character, what would be your affiliation?: golden deer!!

If you were an Engage character, which Emblem would you Engage with?: either micaiah bc i like her or um. yeah. i would go with claude also but not when the Other Two are in there can you imagine the bickering

How did you find TOA?: a couple of my mutuals on twt are here!! waves at them

Current TOA muses: yeehaw

Who was your first TOA muse? If you don’t have them anymore, could you see yourself picking them up again?: not toa but my first fire emblem muse ever was volug. yeah i could write him again

Have you had any other TOA muses?: not yet but stay tuned

Do you think you have a type of character you gravitate towards?: yeah lmao. i've got a couple archetypes that hit me like a train every time

What do you believe you enjoy writing the most?: characters with weird ass emotions

Favorite TOA-related memory: i haven't even been here a month yet but this event is really fun

How do you pronounce TOA? 🤔: just the letters lol

Got any delusions that didn’t see the light of day that you’d like to share? 😉: back when i was on twtrp i kinda wanted to pick up ashe but then. i didn't. because ferp on twt is a nightmare and ashe was a popular character (i was cyril. safe in my little bubble)

[likesaly]

Mentally ill Alt kid who's having a crisis (fluctuates presentation)

explain your gender in 10 words or less without using boring words like “male”, “female”, “nonbinary”, “masculine”, “feminine” or “androgynous”.

go!

[federicosproperty]

♡ this is my main blog - ( @federicosproperty ) ୧ ‧₊˚ 🦢

♡ name's nina (cyrill. нина.) ; s — her & bisexual ¡! + slavic

♡ i use this for reposting, random thoughts, likes and comments ect, it's messy and it's for absolutely everything, usually incorrect quotes for ships and fandoms ;

♡ important notice: i ❥ my boyfriend @ninasdaddy & no one else!! (scene 2000s in 2023 so don't even bother and disrespectfully screw away, i'm saying this in most ladylike way possible < 3 )

♡ might be just a tiiiny bit controversial but instead of spending time off your precious life to hate on a 16 year old, well... you girl, interrupted and black swan haters won't get it, it's a she thing < / 3

♡ ds: federicosproperty

[yeah-i-exist]

Things right now in France have been insane since the European elections. If you didn't know :

- A far-right party, RN (that was founded by literal Nazis) got 32% of the votes amidst a turnout of only 51% of people who can vote

- the president (center/center right), who's party did terribly considering he's sitting president, decided to dissolve the Assemblée Nationale (think US Congress, kinda) and new elections will happen on 30 June and 7 July

- if RN gets the majority of seats in this election that means the president will have to choose someone from their party as his prime minister

- the left has decided to make an alliance, like we did against the rise of fascism in 1937 (it worked, the regime was different back then and more parliamentary but we still elected Léon Blum as president) called Front Populaire, same name as back then

- both Reconquête (far right too, just as bad as RN but less popular) and LR (right) called for talks with RN into forming an alliance as well but both ended in schisms with Eric Zémour (main backer of Reconquête) decided to pull out while Marion Maréchal (niece of the RN bigwig) decided to leave/was excluded for going to her aunt's side (the only real difference between them is they don't agree who is more detestable between a white queer french person and an immigrant of colour)

- the details of the LR schism is even more insane. The president of the party, Éric Ciotti, called for the alliance with RN but most people are against that because there is a big difference between being concervative and voting for the Nazi party so he was ousted of his role as president of the party but he refused his firing, got everyone out of the party HQ and locked himself in.

- the LR's Twitter account is on Ciotti's side, the Facebook account is against him. Several LR politicians were seen outside the building preparing to physically remove him. The general secretary came as a saviour with the spare key to the building and he was kicked out. The Twitter account was closed

- a politician from a left party went on the show of Cyril Hanouna (TV host, fucking stupid, everyone I know absolutely loathes him but he gets a lot of views apparently, he supports RN). They argued and called each other "toutou" (kind of childish word for dog, essentially bitch but less vulgar and without sexual implications). Another politician decided to repost the video of Hanouna blowing into a dog's anus

All of this happened in, like, 72h total.

And of course the plan to shit in the Seine (river that goes through Paris) en masse on 23 June, maybe 30 June, when the president and the mayor of Paris will go to swim in it to prove it's clean enough for the Olympics opening ceremony and swimming competitions (it's not, the river has dead bodies, sewage and trash in it and I think it seeps into the catacombs).

So, yeah, this is an absolutely wild time to live in France and I need to go bother every apolitical and/or lazy person I know to vote and do so against the RN because I do NOT want to live under a fascist government. I'm seeing my grandparents tomorrow and I'm hoping really hard that their LR ass fell on the right side of the schism or Christmas will be tense between my queer ass, my black siblings, my leftist brother and literally everyone else having genuinely considered leaving the country when there was the possibility of the RN winning during the last presidential elections.

[youmyjhope]

Oh yes I saw some cyrillic letters from one of the tiktoks you reposted, so I assume you celebrating the workers day heheh

Hope you have a lovely time!

Be fast with homework so you can rest 🩷

Thanksie for the huggies 😘 - HSK 💋

omg😳 im surprised that u notice these things. was it long ago?

but youre right! 🥰

i hope your day is going smoothly😊

[randomperson351]

Cyril - AS

Summary: Tommy finds Alfie alive, and in return for some men Alfie wants his dog back, but that isn't all he gets when he meets you.

Do not repost or rewrite any of my work. Minors and blank blogs get blocked.

Masterlist

"So 'ow did you know I was not dead?" Alfie questioned Tommy Shelby while he looked most relaxed in his usual armchair. Tommy was stood by the window looking out at the ships.

"You sent me a letter asking how your dog was." Tommy recalled.

Alfie shifted his head to look over at Tommy, the deep scar across his cheek where he was shot could be seen clear as day. So was his cloudy left eye, another consequence of Tommy's shot.

"Did I?" Alfie mumbled out as a reply. He turned his head back to stare directly in front of him. He took in a breath before adding to his question.

"Well, you see Thomas I was on a lot of drugs. Weren't I? Cause some cunt shot me in the face, I won't bore you with the details of what 'appened which you'll be happy to hear." Alfie rambled, turning his head to look at Tommy when he mentioned being shot in the face.

"Well Mr Solomons, you'd be happy to know that your dog is being well looked after by a lovely girl who's had a dog before and absolutely adores them." Tommy spoke as he lit up a cigarette, finally sitting down just across from Alfie.

"Well at least you gave him to a person of substance I s'pose." Alfie said, running his hand through his beard thoughtfully. He still wasn't happy about not having his dog, but he had to take recovery time in Margate before letting anyone or anything know that he was alive.

"She's a very reasonable girl, Alfie. I'm sure if you wanted to see him then she'd let you. All you need do is tell me and I can arrange it."

Tommy's words lingered in Alfie's head. He wanted to see his dog, and also meet this girl, it had been quite a while since he had any interaction at all with the female species.

"Very well Thomas. You set it up and I'll be there. Name the date and time." Alfie finally decided after mulling over his options.

And so it was decided. Tomorrow morning at 9 exactly Tommy would walk Alfie to the meeting place to see his dog and meet the girl who had been caring for him.

Tommy might've forgotten to mention a certain feature this girl had, making her already have more in common with Alfie than he first thought.

The next morning~~

"Well bloody 'ell Thomas, could you have picked somewhere more remote?" Alfie steamed.

He had already gotten used to the small town that was Margate. No city smells, no smog in the air, no threat from the Italians. It was heavenly.

So when Tommy picked up Alfie that morning and drove him straight back through London, Alfie was less than impressed. Especially because he had no idea where they were, or why they were driving through a secluded area.

"We're here now Alfie, you can get out and stretch your legs." Tom pronounced.

It was a few minutes to nine, and Tommy was expecting the girl to arrive at any moment. She was always early, never late.

Tommy checked his pocket watch, it read 8:59. He raised his head as his hand re-pocketed the watch. He looked left and right, all around to try and see any sign of the girl.

Alfie continued to grumble incoherently to himself about being in London, Tommy setting him up to he killed again, threatening to leave at 9:01. Tommy just ignored him and waited.

9:00. Alfie fell silent at last as they waited. All of a sudden, Alfie felt something wet touch his hand, causing him to flinch backwards and withdraw his hand from his sides, almost reaching for his gun.

Both Tommy and Alfie looked to see what spooked him, to find a familiar face staring back at them in curiosity.

Cyril.

"You stupid fuckin' mutt you! You gave me a fuckin' heart attack!" Alfie exclaimed with false anger, walking back over and bending down to pet his old friend and embrace him in a hug.

Cyril jumped happily at his old owner and tried to lick him all over. He was still wearing a collar so Tommy knew the girl couldn't be far behind. And he was right.

"Here I was thinking you weren't gonna turn up." Tommy said as the girl approached. He took a few steps towards her to embrace her in a friendly hug and gave her cheek a quick kiss to be polite.

In return, she gave Tommy a dazzling smile and passed her eyes quickly over the scene taking place before them, Alfie playing and petting Cyril like they'd never been separated.

"Well Mr Shelby, you know I like to keep you on your toes. Couldn't be too predictable could I?" She quipped, causing Tommy to let a small smile grace his lips. She turned back to Tommy and they lightly conversed with each other to give Alfie more time with Cyril.

Eventually Alfie had calmed down and turned back to finally meet this girl. Tommy saw and turned as well to face Alfie.

"Alfie, I'd like you to meet someone, this is Adinah. Adinah, this is Alfie, Cyril's previous owner." Tommy introduced them to one another.

When Adinah turned to give Alfie a friendly smile, he couldn't believe his eyes. She was stunning. Her body wasn't thin, but well toned underneath her full-length skirt and loose shirt that she was wearing and her hair fell effortlessly behind her shoulders.

The one thing that caught Alfie's eye was the scar Adinah had, that cut through her right eyebrow and over her eyelid. Even though her eye opened all the way, it was a light grey colour that contrasted beautifully with her left eye that was a entrancing dark blue.

For once in his life, Alfie was gobsmacked. He tried not to let his jaw drop at the sight before him as Adinah could've taken it the wrong way, that he was staring.

Admittedly he was, but not in a bad way. He couldn't believe this beauty was stood in front of him like dangling bait, waiting to be taken and wooed.

"Adinah you say Thomas?" Alfie inquired, he knew that was her name, he just wanted to tease a little bit.

"That's right Alfie." Tommy replied. He walked towards Alfie to go past him, and muttered on the way past, "Play nice, Mr Solomons."

"You ain't gotta worry 'bout that Tom. No no." Alfie replied, running his hand through his beard as he had done in the morning.

"So you the one that's been lookin' after my dog?" Alfie asked, looking at Adinah.

"Yeah."

"He wasn't too much of a mutt then." Alfie joked.

At this, Adinah released a breathy laugh and smiled at Alfie.

"No! He's lovely company." Adinah replied through her smile.

Almost as if he was able to sense he was being talked about, Cyril plodded over to Adinah and pressed his head to her legs, asking to be pet. She obliged and stretched her hand to graze it over Cyril's head and back.

"Alfie, are you going to take him for a walk? I'm sure Adinah wouldn't mind." Tommy said from behind Alfie, reminding him of his existence.

"Well yes I s'pose so Thomas, but I don't want to go by myself now, do I? Would you consider joining me my lovely lady as a thank you for takin' such good care of my dog?" Alfie asked Adinah, his arm slightly stretched out for her to take.

"Well, I s'pose I have some time, Mr Solomons." Adinah teased, walking towards Alfie and taking his arm.

"Don't feel like you have to stick around and wait for me Thomas, go about your day as a free man. Have some fun and I'll be back when I am finished." Alfie dismissed Tommy as he led himself and Adinah through the secluded grounds and threw sticks for Cyril.

As they walked together, they chatted and laughed and got closer and closer, both physically and emotionally. Alfie's arm now lay around Adinah's waist as hers rested on his back.

They began to make their way back towards the spot where Tommy had dropped them off. Alfie believed he had just found the living version of Margate, so he wouldn't be leaving her just yet.

"Well Alfie I had a lovely walk with you today, thank you." Adinah said as they approached the meeting point, but Alfie wasn't having any of it.

"No no no. Not yet. What kinda man would I be, right, if I were to let such a beauty walk home by herself? Hmm? Not a very fuckin' good one, aye? So I'm going to walk you home and I'll tell Cyril goodbye and then I can walk back 'ere. Can't I?"

"You don't want to take him with you?" Adinah asked, thinking after not seeing him for a long time Alfie might've wanted his dog back.

"That is what I was thinking before I met you, right, but since I've had a fucking lovely chat with you and now I know what you're about, I trust that you will take great care of my dog. He's better here anyway." What Alfie had failed to mention was his plan to use Cyril as an excuse to keep seeing Adinah.

"Very well Alfie, walk me home then."

The two gladly started walking again, still wrapped in each other's arms until they reached Adinah's house.

"Well, this is me. Thank you again, Alfie. It's been quite a while since I laughed like I did today." Adinah turned to face him directly, Cyril happily plodding up to the familiar door and scratching on it playfully to be let inside.

"Be patient you fuckin' mutt, fucking hell." Alfie started, making Adinah laugh at his relationship with his own dog.

"Actually, I want to thank you. You have been fuckin' amazing company and I wish to see you again very shortly. Especially to, you know, see my dog and all."

"Yeah, I'm sure that's the reason." Adinah laughed, calling Alfie's rather obvious bluff and relenting to fish her keys from her handbag and unlock her door to let Cyril inside.

Once it was open, the big dog jumped inside the familiar place and went to find himself some snacks.

"So, when do you want to see him?" Adinah asked.

"Oh come on, you know I was fuckin' about. As a compromise however I would like to take you out sometime. Of course, the compromise being you would bring Cyril with you."

"I think that's a fair compromise Mr Solomons."

"Ever heard of Margate." Alfie asked her as he took her hand and brought her closer to him so he could shamelessly gaze into her stunning eyes. In return, she wrapped her arms around his neck and tilted her head to the side.

"Place along the sea, right? I've heard that it's fucking beautiful." Adinah said as she took in Alfie's face as he did the same to her.

"Yeah, I'd say it's alright. Want to meet there for our next meeting?"

"Course. Slight problem though." Adinah began.

"What is it, lovely?"

"I don't know how to get there. That's why I've only ever heard of it from other people. Actually, I've never seen the sea. I bet it's beautiful." She sighed, looking into the distance as her mind began daydreaming of such a wonderful place.

Alfie's hands moved down to her waist as he pulled her even closer so he could see the emotions playing out in her eyes, making him star struck at how she became even more attractive when talking about something she loved.

"Well as a promise to you, right, I'll send a car to you so you can be picked up and it'll bring you and Cyril to Margate. If you come, I promise to you that I will show you the sea. For as long as you want."

Half a day with this girl and Alfie was already going soft, doing things just to make her happy. If Tommy Shelby was here to see this, Alfie would never live it down.

Adinah looked down at the ground with a smile on her face. She lifted her head and bit her lip to suppress the smile that was growing while looking Alfie directly in his eyes.

"Do you want to come in, while you wait for Tommy to come and get you?"

"I probably shouldn't, but I will anyway just while I'm waitin'." Alfie agreed as he followed her inside her flat and pet Cyril when he nudged his head against the back of his hand.

"Drink?"

"No thanks lovely, I don't touch the stuff."

"You don't drink?" Adinah asked, confused.

"Not alcohol, no." Alfie answered as he saw the confusion melt from her face as she realised what he meant.

"You can sit and make yourself comfortable, I'm sure Tom won't be long."

"Yeah, unfortunately." Alfie grumbled under his breath.

He lowered himself onto her sofa and rested his head against the back, closing his eyes as he let the aches in his muscles ease away. Alfie turned his head left and pried one eye open when he felt Adinah sit next to him with Cyril following closely behind her. She turned to look at him and smiled slightly.

"Tired?" She questioned. Alfie returned her smile with one of his own.

"Been a long time since I've left the house for that long, it felt nice but I forgot how tiring it can be."

"You can sleep if you want, I'll wake you when Tommy arrives." She offered gently.

But Alfie didn't want to sleep. He wanted to spend as much time as he could getting to know this new girl. She had him in a trance that he couldn't get out of and didn't want to. He hadn't felt that in a long time and found himself yearning for it.

"I'd rather spend my time talking to you, wouldn't I?" Alfie proposed, his eyes boring into Adinah's as they sat comfortably close to each other.

"Very well, Mr Solomons." She agreed.

So that's what they did. They talked and talked about random things, the weather, their childhoods, what brought them both to Camden Town. And afterwards, both were smitten with one another. Their moments they were sharing had to draw to a close though, because a car light shone through Adinah's front window and remained parked outside.

"I think that's Tommy." Adinah breathed out, deliriously tired from her conversation with Alfie.

"Yeah, I think it might be. Your point being?" Alfie joked in response, just wanting to see Adinah smile one final time. And he was rewarded with possibly the most beautiful smile he'd seen the whole night.

"Go on. No one keeps a man like Thomas Shelby waiting." Adinah chided Alfie as she stood up, holding her hands down to help him get up. He took them and pulled to heave himself from the sofa.

Adinah walked him to the front door where he made sure he had all of his belongings and then got ready to say their final goodbyes.

"So do ya still want to come to Margate?" Alfie checked, even though he knew the answer.

"Of course I do." She confirmed. "When do you want to meet next?"

"Lady's choice, ain't it?"

"Alright, are you free tomorrow by any chance Mr Solomons?" Adinah asked teasingly.

"For a beautiful woman like you, I'm free any day." Alfie replied in a flirtatious way.

"Tomorrow then Alfie, at 10?"

"Tomorrow at 10, Adinah." He confirmed.

Alfie reached behind him and opened Adinah's front door but didn't turn to make any movement.

"Well goodnight Alfie." Adinah spoke as her head tilted upwards, giving Alfie a slow kiss on the cheek and a loose hug around his middle.

Alfie had one hand half on the side of her face and half in her hair, while his other hand was fully wrapped around her waist, holding her body and smell close to him.

Before he let her go completely, his right hand that was on her hair and face gently traced over the scar that marked her forehead and eyebrow with fascination of how it made her more beautiful.

"Goodnight lovely, I'll be seein' you tomorrow."

"Yes you will Mr Solomons." Adinah replied before Alfie let her go completely and wandered down to Tommy's car.

Alfie climbed in the front seat and waved at Adinah as himself and Tommy drove back to Margate.

"So, nice walk?" Tommy asked.

"Oh yeah, and I'll be havin' many more in the future Thomas. The very near future." Alfie replied, already thinking of meeting with Adinah again tomorrow and imaging her face lighting up as she saw the beauty of Margate, something only Alfie could give to her and he was determined to keep it that way.

Part 2

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Cyril Stacy @lordofcrowns​

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Tag Yourself - Part 2. Slytherin Leading Men (Severus Snape, Lucius Malfoy, Cyrille Lestrange, and Tom Riddle) & How They Finger You

In loving you, these men, who adore you, love when they get to hold you - maybe by gently hugging you and letting you rest on their chest, or perhaps by casually holding your hand and kissing the back of your small hand in theirs. However, in making love with you, their strong, broad hands will tend to wander elsewhere, and while all of them prefer to keep you all filled up with them until you simply can’t think about anything else, they each touch you in their own fitting manner - some with lithe and graceful fingers, others with thick and dominating fingers -  so that they each prefer to keep you occupied just a little differently…

[Warning: Please note that these are significantly darker than the Marauder’s ones.] [Warning: Rough Sex.] [Warning: Strong Dom/Sub Dynamics.] [Warning: DDLG Dynamics.] [Warning: Nonconsent.] [Warning: Bondage.] [Warning: Mentions of Bruises.] [Warning: Possessive Behavior.] 

Please heed the warnings above before continuing. Keep yourself safe and well. Thank you for taking care of yourself. 

Finally, please do not repost or copy my work without my permission. Cyrille Lestrange is an OC. Thank You!

Severus Snape:

Severus loves hates when you squirm under him, so his hands are usually wrapped tightly around your wrists and pinning you down - against the bookcase, table, wall, bed, rug, doesn’t matter - you’re his. He uses his hips to firmly pin you down, and often uses his knees to spread your thighs as far as possible, because, he claims, it’s the only way to keep you still enough to take my cock, you naughty little thing. 

When Severus takes you like that, pushing into you roughly while your legs are splayed wide open for him, thighs flush against his hips, and your arms pinned above your head, and feeling his strong fingers curling tightly around your wrists, you feel all stretched-out and so very vulnerable. The rough burn building up between your legs makes you all breathless, and before long, you feel like your heart is going to burst. Your cries become high and raspy as Severus continues to take you. In fact, Severus loves the way you cry out for him and beg for him when you’re like that. But even though he eventually lets you wrap your legs around him tightly, for you to release some of that intense tension you feel in your body by holding onto him and squeezing his hips with your legs, Severus keeps your wrists pinned down. 

Keeping you in such a position lets him bend down and suck hard at your neck, multiplying your soft little moans until they become nonsensical, lilting whimpers of “ah... ah... ahh...” Severus merely groans softly in reply, but inside of his head, he’s dying for adoration and want of you. How can she sound so very beautiful? he wonders, surprising himself with his own sentimentality. Does she know what she’s doing, moaning like that? I mean, does she know what she’s doing to me? Does she know that I find her soft moans perfectly unbearable, and that, consequently, I’m already slipping, already losing control, so that it’s only a matter of minutes before I - 

Severus doesn’t realize he’s fucking you harder and harder. His attempt at restraint in keeping back his moans and growls - and dare he admit, his whimpers, means that the unbearable tension rising inside of him has to release another way, and it does - by his pounding into your little pussy until his hips are snapping hard against yours. 

“S-Sev! Ah!” Your soft cry rises and falls in longing and desperation. You want more, and yet, you can’t even take this. 

“M-mmm-mmm,” you mumble out a soft string of incoherent moans, half in pleasure and half nearly begging - for what? You don’t even know. But you trust Severus to give it to you. So, you babble out, “Give it to m-me, Sev, p-please. W-Want it - ah! - Mmm, please, want you s-so bad, S-Sev,- ah, ah, a-ah...!”

Severus growls, and he pounds you even harder. You can’t believe it. You just can’t - take - it - “Ah! Ah, ah, ah! S-Sev! Ah!” 

Driving me fucking insane, Severus growls in his head, and he feels his cock throb in absolute need of you, knows he’s very, very close. And when he’s close, Severus grips your wrists even tighter, and his fingers squeeze hard, almost creating yet another soft burn on your body, lighting up gently around your wrists. By this point, however, you love the feeling of Severus holding onto you like this; it’s the only thing reminding you that you’re still here, in this world, safe with him, and not floating off into some dark paradise all by your lonesome, which is what you’re apt to believe when you’ve been reduced to a moaning, breathless, trembling little mess underneath Severus as he uses your sweet cunt unapologetically for his pleasure. 

When he finally cums in you, Severus returns to himself a little, and he soothingly strokes your face before pressing his hand warmly against your flushed, pretty cheek. You moan weakly, and finally, Severus lets go of your wrists. Your arms fall down, and you immediately try to find Severus. Lightheaded and dizzy as you are, your hands still manage to pat gently over Severus’ chest until you find your spot - your spot, on his broad, sturdy chest, where you always rest your hands when you’re with Severus, whether it’s after Severus has made love to you or when you’ve fallen asleep on top of him after a long night of waiting up for him to come back from his office. 

It isn’t until a few hours later that impressions of Severus’ thick, strong fingers appear as soft blushing decorations on your wrists. Horrified, Severus ignores your protests that you’re fine. He wraps his arm around your waist and gently but very firmly drags you into his office. There, he quickly applies a soothing balm over each and every bruise with the utmost care, and then he wraps each of your wrists tenderly in bandages. 

Kissing your hands softly, he promises he’ll be more careful next time. You marvel at how very soft and tender he’s being with you. When Severus notices your bright eyes studying him most lovingly, he frowns says curtly, “What?” Instead of answering right away, you first sit in his lap and wrap your arms around his shoulders. 

After a few moments of sweet silence, where the two of you simply hold each other, you whisper mischievously that you rather like the way he holds you down when he fucks your little cunt. Severus tenses at first, not quite believing you. In fact, he pries you away from him and studies your face. He hates to be pitied and doesn’t ever want you hiding your true feelings for his sake. However, you mean it and when you keep reassuring him that you love it because his holding you so tightly makes you feel so connected to him, in a contrasting, yet equally wonderfully way from the way he ravishes the rest of your body, Severus finally calms down. 

Speaking a bit gruffly to hide both how embarrassed and pleased he is by your genuine liking the way he grips your little wrists in his, Severus still promises that he’ll be gentler with you next time. You agree, but you give him a little smirk, taking that as a bit of a challenge for yourself, and leaning forward, you playfully bite Severus’ neck, causing him to immediately grip your waist far tighter than he means to. When Severus scowls at you and takes his hands away, you laugh softly and hug him all the tighter, burying yourself against his warm chest. 

Lucius Malfoy:

You love to suck on Lucius’ fingers. You don’t know exactly why, but feeling your small fingers wrap around his wrist, drawing his elegant hand towards you, and then bending your head just a little to let his smooth, beautiful fingers slip between your lips... You exhale in pleasure as soon you feel his fingertips grazing your soft little tongue. You love the taste of Lucius - whether it be his fingers, his neck, or his cock. It’s just that when you’re busy kissing his neck or sucking his cock, you can’t really observe him at the same time, and you like to see him slowly but surely give into you. He’s a cold, stern, and unforgiving man, but when you can heat him up softly by running your warm mouth all over him, you find that he melts a little for you - however much he tries to deny it, you know. 

Often Lucius is busy writing letters - what he’s so upset about that he has to go dashing off letters to the Ministry all the time, you can’t comprehend, but you do know that his hands can be put to better use - namely, by pleasing you. So, you meander your way over to him.

“What?” Lucius asks coldly, not even sparing you a glance.

“Nothing,” you reply, sounding equally disinterested. But you lean over his shoulder and pointing, you murmur softly, “Oh, look, a spelling mistake...” 

When Lucius pauses and drops his quill for just a moment, you very quickly and slyly take your chance to slide your way in-between the table and his chair, ending up right in his lap. You immediately make yourself at home, rubbing your plush ass against his thighs until you’re quite happy with your lot. Then, beaming up at Lucius, you draw his hand up to your mouth and take your fingers into your mouth, and you suck on them, all the while staring up at Lucius with a most pleased smile on your face, eyes and cheeks glowing at your petty victory.

At once, Lucius draws his hand away, pretending to be disgusted by you, but you just smirk knowingly and slid off of his lap. Sliding onto the floor in a soft heap of lace and silk until you’re sitting between Lucius’ feet, you lean up a little, until your head is poking out from under the desk and beneath his thighs, and you slide your hands up the inside of his broad, strong thighs. Then, for the quickest second, you lean forward, bury your face between his strong thighs, and place your soft, pretty mouth against the evident bulge in his pants.

Lucius’ brow furrows, and his hands fall to either of the chair armrests at his sides. He exhales sharply; his proud chest unexpectedly deflating as he breathes out in a sharp, almost pained huff of breath. Quick as a snake, you yank his hand off the chair arm and once again suck on his fingers. This time, you give him a vicious grin, and your eyes glint at your tactic. You disarmed him by teasing him, by giving him false hope for just that second that you might possibly start to take his cock in your mouth, but no, you won't. 

Feeling both ashamed and angry by your false taunts and the fact that he even let himself get his hopes up for a second, after being tricked by you so many times now, Lucius growls furiously, “You think you’re funny, kitten?”

With a sincere look and his fingers still in your mouth, you blink at him and shake your head emphatically. No, not funny. Not funny at all. But then, you smile the tiniest sliver. 

With an even deeper growl, clearly indicating how displeased he is with your antics, for Lucius demands to be taken seriously, Lucius stands up suddenly. In one swift motion, he yanks you up by your neck and pins you down roughly against his desk. You gasp, but your mouth has barely fallen open in a hushed gasp, when Lucius is already groping your body, taking special care to massage your soft breasts all over with his greedy, rough hands. He touches you passionately enough to make you cry out, as his fingers thumb rather meanly at your nipples through your lace dress. 

“No bra, you naughty little thing,” he whispers to you in a near hiss. “Can’t even properly dress yourself.” 

You mewl somewhat indignantly as your cute, expensive dress, made entirely of silk and lace, falls apart so quickly under Lucius’ hands. He doesn’t care, that piece of fabric is utterly worthless to him - at least, compared to what’s underneath. His broad hands roam very possessively over your sweet little body, pushing your breasts together before running up and down your curves and then passing softly over your soft tummy. 

Then, cradling you in his arms, he kisses you. With you all gathered up underneath him and in his arms, the dress straps slip down your shoulders. At the same time, you feel Lucius’ hand hurriedly hiking the hem of your dress all the way up to your waist. But the time Lucius lays you back down, your dress has essentially pooled to your middle, all bunched up over your tummy and just barely clinging onto your hips.

Lucius doesn’t care, so long as it’s out of his way as he jerks his trousers down and takes his position to fuck you. Your eyes widen and you gasp in both pleasure and surprise as Lucius takes you as his. Thankfully, your sucking his fingers and his touching you all over has made you wetter than you’d like to admit, so it’s easy for Lucius to slip in. But as soon as he’s inside of you, a soft burn lights up between your thighs and you moan, feeling Lucius lean forward to press himself deeper inside of you, taking your tight, sweet cunt for himself. 

“You think you can get away with being so naughty all the time, distracting me with your silly antics, not even having the decency to be properly dressed?” Lucius half-purrs and half-scolds you. “What have I told you about disobeying my rules, kitten?” 

“I... I...” But before you can get any coherent words out, Lucius is fucking you, making love to you roughly and passionately, and it’s all a blur. You’re completely blanked out on his cock, on his gorgeous, thick cock stuffing your precious little cunt all full. 

Overwhelmed by how deep inside of you he is, your eyes sparkle with tears as you reach for his hand again and put his fingers back in his mouth. Lucius gives you a dark, warning look, but damn it all if his cock isn’t twitching inside of you at the sight of you reaching for even more of him, to want his fingers even when he’s giving you his cock so very deep inside of your tight little body. 

She should be pushing me away, but she’s wanting more of me. What a devious, dumb little kitten she is, he thinks, frowning at you. For a moment, he takes in the way you’re lying back on his desk, and he sighs as he realizes that you’ve messed up his desk entirely again. But clearly, you don’t care one bit that you’ve messed up all of his letters by how much you’re thrashing about as you take his cock, arching your back, shaking your head, and trembling your little legs. 

No, little one, you don’t care about anything as long as you get what you want, don’t you? Lucius thinks to himself, staring down at you. But he can’t hold the thought for very long. You’re so tender and sweet as you lay there, his fingers shoved in your mouth and his cock stuffing your pussy, and you’re still diligently holding up your little legs, with your hands tucked just beneath the back of your knees, as you present yourself so beautifully for him.

Oh fine, Lucius groans, and with a long groan of relief and release, he cums inside of you. Lucius isn’t one for cuddling, and he falls back into his chair as soon as he’s certain that you’ve taken every last bit of his cum inside of you. But you tiredly push yourself up and then flop over onto him, forcing him to catch you. Lucius lets out a disgruntled noise, but all the same, he pulls you up into his lap and gathers you up in his arms. 

You lean forward and kiss his lips sweetly. When Lucius pulls away, you laugh, and then your little hand sneaks down to your waist and before Lucius knows it, you’ve pulled his hand back up to your mouth and are sucking on his fingers yet again. 

Always getting what you want, Lucius thinks, with a sigh. He stares at you, reluctant to betray the deep fondness he feels for you as he watches you humming in pleasure and with your eyes sweetly closed as you suck on his fingers hungrily. 

But a moment later, when your eyes open, you pause from sucking on his fingers to smile at him, clearly letting him know that you’ve won this round, that you’ve successfully distracted him from his letter and enticed him to spend time with you, to make love to you, and Lucius finally (though silently) gives in to you. This time, he lifts his hand and slips his fingers into your pretty mouth himself, giving you, his sweet little kitten, exactly what wants from him. 

Cyrille Lestrange:

Well, you’ve noticed by now that Cyrille’s long, elegant fingers love to wrap around your throat. He whispers in his silvery voice all of these endearing nicknames like, “Princess,” “Sweetheart,” and “Angel” - but all the while he’s absolutely punishing your pussy. 

Just when you’re begging to cum, Cyrille pretends to pity you, purring in your ear, “Aw, is Angel feeling all trapped in her little ribbons?” You nod, tears in your eyes, and Cyrille’s fingers slip away from your neck. Thinking that he’s going to let go of you, you start to exhale, but that’s right when Cyrille sneakily and suddenly tightens the ribbons around your body and throat to up the tension that you’re feeling all throughout your body. You gasp; Cyrille doesn’t always choke you, but how deftly he keeps you trapped in his arms and in these seemingly innocent silk ribbons always catches you off guard and leaves you breathless. 

But then Cyrille’s fingers, after pushing into your pussy a few times, making a few wet squelches ring out into the air because of how wet you’ve become for him, slip right back around your neck and tighten, and your eyes roll back softly. For you’ve learned that when Cyrille does choke you, it’s precisely when you’re most desperate for air - not one beat sooner or one beat later. 

However, Cyrille is careful. He never leaves marks on your neck, nor does he ever choke you for too long. All he wants to do is to heighten your pleasure to a dizzying, almost incomprehensible height: to add that extra bit of buzzing, high-heaven sensation throb through your already pulsing body, all feverish with lust (and love, Cyrille hopes) - in short, to make those angel’s wings on your back flutter uncontrollably with sinful pleasure - and then to be there to hold you and kiss you when you come back down to earth. 

And Cyrille does all this with you, guiding his angel high up until she’s losing her mind in his arms, and then he brings you right back down, softly, from your spiraling high, covering your face with soft kisses. He keeps his fingers wrapped around your neck, still - but gently now, and more to help you keep your head up so he can kiss your face than to actually apply any pressure. 

Breathing shallowly, you blearily open your eyes, body completely limp against your lover’s, and Cyrille is there, as sturdy as you could wish for, despite his long, thin, and cut frame. Because your Serpent Prince is a master of control, one who teaches you simultaneously about heaven and hell. 

Truthfully, you wouldn’t have it any other way. You’ve fallen deeply in love with this man of a thousand disguises - the man who turned his own devilish powers against those who corrupted him to Heal countless victims, and more personally, the man who first made love to you under the brilliant canopy of a glittering night sky atop the Astronomy Tower and has since proved his love to you a thousand times over since... 

“Cy?” you whisper exhaustedly. 

“Yes, angel?”

“Was I a good submissive today?”

Cyrille chuckles lightly at you. “Are you ever?” 

You frown a little at this. “But I did my very best.”

“Oh, angel, I know you did. I know,” Cyrille says reassuringly. 

“I let you wrap me up in these ridiculous silk ribbons again,” you say, now almost scowling at him. 

Cyrille laughs inside of his head at how quickly you’re slipping back into your normal demeanor. And with that scowl plastered across your face, he knows exactly what you want - you want to be held and rewarded for your efforts. “Come here, princess.” 

You feel the silk ribbons fall away from your body, and you find yourself nestled most comfortably against Cyrille. You smile wanly up at him, and he rewards you with a long, soft kiss that steals your breath away in yet another way. Cyrille lightly runs a finger over your nose and lips, tracing his precious angel’s beautiful face. 

“You can’t help but be a brat,” Cyrille lets you know, but he’s smiling softly down at you as he continues on, in his lovely, soft, silvery voice, “But I love you for that, princess.”

A moment later, your lips move under his fingertip, and you tell him earnestly, “Love you, too, Cy.”

Tom Riddle:

Tom’s hands are always, always deathly cold. He knows that, because he can feel how warm you are, this soft, warm, whispering little cloud in his lap, telling him (taunting him, it seems) with promises of love and heaven that he can never believe in, no matter how much he wants to. 

“Tom, when I’m with you, I feel so safe,” you confess, burrowing your face sweetly against his neck. “My friends tell me to be careful around you, but I don’t understand them. You aren’t dangerous, are you?”

Tom pauses. A pleased smile appears on his face, as he tells you softly, “No, of course not. What a ridiculous thing to say.”

“Right,” you say, almost sharing in his smugness (or so you believe) as you smile in satisfaction at his answer and go back to laying little kisses up and down his neck and sharp jawline. 

“Why do you care what they say about me?” Tom lifts an eyebrow thoughtfully. He knows he could shut them all up if he wanted to.

“Oh, just because, I feel like people go out of their way to misjudge you,” you reply earnestly. “And it makes me sad to think they can’t see you the way I see you.”

Oh, that’s why? Well, that’s no concern of mine. Who cares how anyone else sees me, so long as she still graces my nights with her silly little thoughts and soft little shape? Tom thinks to himself, and he instantly reverts back to his careless, arrogant demeanor, knowing that his relationship with you isn’t threatened at all by these so-called ‘rumor-mongers.’

“Well, why should they see me as you do?” Tom returns haughtily. “I take no delight in pleasing anyone but you. You ought to know this by now. Or shall I remind you of what it means to be mine?” This is when his fingers begin to travel lightly on the outside of your arm, and the chilliness of his hand makes you shiver in his lap. 

“Hm, little one?” Tom asks, barely holding back a smirk as he watches your brow furrow, for you’re trying not to turn away from his cold hand. But a moment later, you give up entirely. Instead, you burrow further against his neck and chest, now pressing yourself up against him.

Tom lets you press yourself up against him, and he remains silent. However, he then knowingly traces his fingertips up your shoulder, then slipping into your hair, before grazing the back of your warm, bare neck. 

You jolt slightly, twitching against him, and Tom smirks. It pleases Tom to no end that he’s the man you’re sharing these lovely, otherworldly moments of romance with.

But then, you draw back a little and you gaze at Tom with such sincerity as you whisper, “Are you cold, my love? I can bring you a blanket or a cup of tea. Just tell me what you want.”

At this simple gesture of kindness, Tom’s eyes flash coldly at you, losing the slight kindling of warmth that had barely begun to spark in his locked-away soul. Because, truth be told, while Tom enjoys entertaining what he thinks of as ‘your delusions of love,’ sometimes, as in this moment, it annoys him how sure of yourself you seem to be in loving Tom. 

You’re obviously wrong, little one, Tom thinks scathingly while gazing at you. There is no such thing as true love in the world. So, why are you so exasperatingly foolish, as to keep forcing this illusory idea of love upon me, when it doesn’t exist? But the very thought that it might exist and that it might be sitting in his lap right at this very moment, gazing concernedly at him, terrifies Tom - terrifies him more than all the stages of Dante’s Inferno combined. Therefore, it’s in a very cold and unforgiving voice that he murmurs back to you, “Well, if you truly mean for me to tell you what I desire, then might I remind you that there are other ways for you to warm me up tonight?”

That’s why, when Tom has you undress yourself and present to him in only your panties, lying down on the bed and waiting for him, Tom decides to teach you a little lesson. He first runs his cold fingers lightly up and down your body, barely touching you. He wants you to feel as vulnerable before him as you make him feel before you. Sure enough, you shiver and stare up at Tom with wide eyes. 

With a gratified smirk, Tom rips your panties off with one easy yank, and then plunges two of his cold fingers into the warmth wetness of your pussy, making you gasp in surprise. Your heartbeat jumps up to a racing speed in a matter of seconds, and your pretty eyes go wide with shock. Tom feels such a thrill when he notices how your warm little cunt clenches so very tightly around his cold fingers. He pushes his fingers in even deeper, until his cold rings push at your little pussyhole - you both clench your teeth together - and then when his rings slip in, too, you both moan, you because of the sensation of being finger-fucked by Tom Riddle, and Tom because of the gratification he gets from watching you moan and shiver for him like this.  

“So c-cold, Tom,” you bleat out pitifully, clutching at the sheets.

“Mm, I know,” Tom says, and his voice lacks even a drop of empathy. He loves seeing you like this, using you like this. 

Before long, his fingers are cruelly and mercilessly pumping away at your pussy, and when your pussy gets all wet and flushed, he reaches over with his other hand and slaps your pussy hard, making you cry out. 

And you’re getting all dizzy, as the ceiling spins above you, and you have to hold onto the sheets as hard as you can to keep any semblance of reality, but Tom is pushing and pushing and pushing at your little hole - and - and “Ah!” you gasp loudly. “Tom!” 

“Yes. Keep going. Keep cumming. Keep saying my name,” Tom growls at you. 

“C-Can’t!” you stutter out. “Can’t anymore, p-please!” 

Tom smirks, and he whispers to you in his most silky and deep voice, “Of course you can. You don’t need to hide how desperate you are in front of me. I know what you want, my love, and I’ll give it to you - on the one condition that you never hold back from me. So. Let me hear you moan. Cry out for me. Don’t hold back any longer.”

His permission unlocks a realm in your mind that you didn’t even know you wanted, but it turns out that it was all you were waiting for. You cry out mindlessly, with the sweetest voice, “A-Ah! Ah, ah, ah!”

Tom’s in love with you. He knows it, even if some part of him wants to deny it. He loves the way you give yourself to him - which is acceptable. But worse, he desires to be there for you when it’s all over. He doesn’t want just this, as gratifying and incredible as it all is. He wants you.

Meanwhile, your entire body trembles and you fall into that subconscious realm of sex, passion, possession, darkness, and domination - where you know your Tom will be waiting for you, waiting to meet you and make you his, just as your little heart desires. 

And at the very, very end, when you ignore Tom’s irritated remarks that he doesn’t want you to lie on his chest and you cuddle up against him anyways, it’s you that has the satisfied smile as you whisper to him adoringly, “Guess what, Tom?”

“What?” he asks, annoyed. 

You place a kiss on his chest before reaching over and dragging his arm around your waist. Then, comfortable with where you are, with your love, you tell him, “Now you’re warm, too. I win.” 

And before Tom can even berate you, you’ve fallen asleep with the most peaceful smile gracing your lovely face. 

[christinasyellowflowers]

Sunbathing | Alfie Solomons

Alfie Solomons x reader

Prompt: #4 Sunbathing

Requested by: @kind-wolf

Warnings: none I suppose.

Note: English is not my native language so beware there may be grammar or spelling mistakes.

Again, I suck with endings.

Do not repost please!

Feedback is appreciated!

"This is the life." you hummed in bliss, as you lied on your purple towel, fingers caressing the warm sand.

You let out a chuckle as you watched Cyril diving into the water to the his ball from Alfie's hand, splashing your ankles and toes.

"Alfie stop teasing the poor creature, and come join me." you called out, before Cyril began to chase him.

After a while, Alfie became tired of playing with Cyril, and he came out of the water. The morning sun making the drops of water shine on his body.

"Here, take it! Take it! Good dog." he praised him, panting heavily, as he handed Cyril the ball.

"This is nice." he purred, laying beside you, arms and shoulders brushing.

"I wish we could stay here forever." you said, closing your eyes.

"Don't give me ideas, yeah?" He poked your leg, and you laughed.

"Are you going to abandon your kingdom that's called Cadem, Mr scary gangster?" you asked teasingly.

"You'd love that would, ya love?" he rolled over towards you, and you did the same.

"You know I would." you admitted, smile fading. "I would love to live free of the fear that you may not come home to me at the end of the day."

"Don't think about that know, yeah?" Alfie said, unable to dispel your fear, knowing something like this was possible.

"I don't want to loose you, now that I found you." you confessed, feeling your eyes water.

"I can't promise you that you won't, love, I'm sorry." he said sincerely, caressing your cheek. "But, I can do something else."

"What?"

"Buy a house, here in Margate." he told you, wishing to lighten the mood. "Next to the beach, right, that you love so much."

You giggled, at how willing he was to buy a whole house for the two of you, just because you professed you'd like to stay here for the rest of your life.

But this was Alfie, and you loved him dearly for the way he was.