#tom hardy x female reader

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Dirty Bliss - An Alfie Solomons/Reader One Shot Story.

Here we are then, everyone. The first winning submission from my new Tell me your Fantasy feature is here, this from @liliac-dreamer​, their fantasy as follows - 

Now, we all know the mad baker gives massive public-place-sex vibes, BUT! To me he mostly gives off possessive/territorial vibes, so... Is there any way you can mix these two things together? (maybe one of the people he's dealing with tries to get too close and he NEEDS to show you're already spoken for? Maybe he let's them overhear something? 😉 )

I hope this lives up to your little fantasy, darling! :)

Words - 1,666

Warnings - Smut below the cut, minors DNI!

You can always feel when Alfie is on edge. It isn’t just the fact that his muscles stiffen like lead, or that his jaw clenches and he begins grinding his teeth. His entire being seems to seethe with palpable annoyance, just like he is now, sitting next to you within the private box at the Royal Opera House, tension coursing through him. There’s a very specific reason why, too, why he cannot enjoy Aida, one of his favourite operas.  

Albert Ross is that reason.  

The business associate, a fellow figurehead within the organised crime world, has never made a secret of his desire for you, no matter how perilous such might be, to openly covet another dangerous man’s wife. Especially when that man is Alfie Solomons.  

“He’s fuckin’ undressing you with his bleedin’ eyes,�� he hisses in your ear, the sound of back teeth grinding in fury audible as his eyes dart between the stage and Albert.

Resting a calming hand to his thigh, you stroke, hoping to settle him. “He’s only looking, love,” you remind him. “I’m not about to go dive on him, you know that. And he’d be even more of a stupid prick than we know he already is if he tried anything with me.”

Alfie rumbles a quiet laugh, his hand covering yours. “Ain’t that the truth, treacle.”

It seems this notion is entirely negatable, though, you discover after excusing yourself to go and powder your nose, wanting to ensure that your visage is indeed perfect. The toilets up there for the private box guests are a single room with one lavatory, able to be locked from the main entrance door rather than housing multiple sectioned cubicles, but since you are only there to quickly check your face, you do not bother clicking said lock.  

About ten seconds after placing your compact back into your small, beaded clutch, you wish that you had.

“Evening, you lovely little filly.”

Turning to Albert, you lift your chin, not wanting the small flare of nerves you felt within grow to show upon your face. “Mr Ross.” Straightening, you push your chest forward, willing yourself to radiate confidence and nonchalance over his intrusion. “This is a ladies’ only bathroom. I shall have to ask you to leave.”

Albert sucks a breath over his teeth, making a show of pondering your words. “I know, Mrs Solomons. It is, however, the only place I could get you alone, to reveal to you my intentions.”  

“I care not for them, excuse me.” Stepping forward, you swerve around him, the man catching your arm in a firm grip.  

“Not so fast.”

Snatching your arm back, he hangs onto you. “Get your fucking hand off me!”

“No,” he tells you firmly, closing the space between you, his eyes radiating entertainment at your biting reaction to his advances. “Won’t be doing that, not until I’ve had a piece of you, you pretty little thing.”  

“Now, now, old son,” you hear Alfie speak, pushing open the door. Horror fills Albert’s eyes immediately. You aren’t the only one who wishes they’d locked it behind them on entry to the facilities, something Alfie does after stepping in. “You heard the lady. Get your fucking hand off her.”

His words are delivered quietly, but with all the frost of an arctic chill, Albert releasing you from his grip immediately, his mouth floundering. “Alfie, mate. It isn’t what it looks like.”

His eyes widen as he stands at your side, his chest barrelling. “Oh, do forgive me for not having my glasses on, because what it looked like, yeah. Is you putting your dirty fucking hands on my wife. And what it sounded like, right, was you telling her you wouldn’t remove ‘em until you got a piece of her!” Turning to you, he amps up the slight theatrics of his retort. “Apparently, I need an ear trumpet as well as a new pair of specs, my darlin’.”  

“Alfie, please, I...”  

“No!” he bellows, reaching into his jacket and pulling out a gun. “You’ve said quite enough for tonight, sunshine. Now, what you’re gonna do next, yeah, is fucking stand there against them sinks, and watch me get a piece of what you wanted.” His face falls, Alfie chuckling. “Oh yeah, that’s right, Albert. Ain’t nobody who teaches a fuckin’ lesson like me.”  

The blaze of arousal you feel melts down your spine, puddling between your legs, turning to kiss Alfie’s neck, his soft beard tickling against your nose. “Yeah, take your dress off, love. I want him to get a full view of that’s mine and mine alone.” He reaches with his free hand to assist, lowering the zip while you smirk at Albert, arousal radiating from your every pore.  

To fuck in front of someone else has always been somewhat of a turn on for you, but to do it before a man who has presented himself as an adversary, while your husband keeps him there at gunpoint, well. It is not your typical Friday night, that’s for certain. Once your gown is removed, you take it to hang upon a brass peg mounted onto the tiles, Alfie moving to close the wooden lid upon the toilet, seating himself, arm still raised, his pistol pointed at Albert.  

Crouching before him, your smile widens, Alfie’s eyes flitting to yours for a second, grinning. “This is gonna be a good time, treacle. A right memorable trip to the opera.” Unzipping his trousers, you pull his rapidly thickening cock free, taking him into your mouth, your lips gliding down the thick, vein ridged shaft. “Oh yeah, sweetheart,” he encourages, his free hand coming to rest gently on your shoulder. “That’s it, my darlin’, fuck!”  

You can only imagine the look upon Albert’s face at being forced to watch, hearing Alfie chuckling softly with amusement between his gruff grunts, your mouth working him, leaving little trails of red from your lipstick all over his flushed cock, precum wetting your tongue as you moan around the thick of him. You work him so well, you can feel his thighs tremble, his cock twitching a little in your throat, Alfie reaching to gently grasp your jaw.  

“More of that later, my love,” he speaks, winking at you. “Don’t wanna spend myself before Albert here gets to watch the main act.” Standing up, he pushes your hip in indication he wants you to turn, facing Albert, his face set in a mixture of arousal and chagrin, while you take Alfie’s cock and guide him to your glistening apex, sinking down with a soft sigh.  

“Mmmm, there’s no better cock in the world than yours,” you hum, turning to kiss him, all smouldering embers as you begin to bounce upon him.  

“Yeah, look at that, Albert,” Alfie moans, his arm tightening around you, hand then reaching to grasp your breasts in turn. “Look how beautiful she looks split around a great, big cock. And you were hoping it’d be yours. Nah, son. Not tonight, and not with my missus.”

The sight of someone watching has thrill meeting fire, the heat misting, biting pleasure warming your veins as you chuckle, Albert’s face reddening more.  

“I think he likes it,” you purr in tease, turning to run your tongue up Alfie’s cheek, your husband beginning to move beneath you, doing an excellent job of bouncing you upon his long, girthy cock.

“And who wouldn’t like watching a woman as fuckin’ sublime as you getting fucked, eh, my sweetheart? He’s just sour that it ain’t him doing the fucking though, ain’t you, Al?” The man remains quiet, looking at the floor. “Oi! Chin up and answer me, you cunt!”

“Yes, Alfie. I am.”

“Yeah,” Alfie chuckles, panting as he kisses your shoulder, “bit of truth never hurt no one, did it? Except maybe you and your pride. As it should.” He continues to laugh, his tongue touring your throat, gun still primed as you circle your hips on him, your walls fluttering as the sound of your sex fills the room, the wet squelch of him cutting into you deeply, your flesh smacking together. “God, fucking ‘ell, my love. You bloody don’t half know how to ride a cock. Yeah, fuck, that’s it.”  

His encouragement spurs you on, your eyes never leaving Albert’s, watching the humiliation dance in his irises, your mouth dropping open as you feel Alfie’s fingers reach to begin rubbing your clit, his lips peppering kisses against your spine.

“Mmm, fuck, darlin’,” he pants. “Let’s get you comin’ hard all over my cock, yeah?”

The tempest of fervid heat begins to wind within you, coiling hard, the pleasure rolling and coursing as you pant, his fingers rubbing at your bud tightly, the press firm as he strokes your slick, his teeth sharp at your shoulder.  

“Fuck!” you cry, breathless as it catches you, wailing ferally as he tips you into the glittering abyss of your release, Alfie staccato beneath you as his cock twitches and then fills you with thick ribbons of cum, everything that was frenzied beginning to slow, catching your breath.  

“Well, Albert,” he begins, panting hard. “I hope that taught you a thing or two over just what the fuck I will and won’t tolerate. Now, if I ever see you in my neck of the woods again, the belly of the Thames will get what my dogs don’t finish from that festering bag of bones. You fuckin’ understand, yeah?”

“Yeah.”  

“Good. Now, get the fuck out.” Albert tears a path from the room, and you get up quickly to go and re-lock the door, save anyone else coming in and witnessing your near nudity, snickering into your evening glove covered hand.  

“I think I enjoyed that,” you laugh, Alfie pulling himself back into his trousers as he stands.

“I know you did, you mucky mare,” he chuckles with affection. “Had you wailing louder than the bird out there on the stage, didn’t I?”  

Yes. He most certainly did.  

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The band had long ceased playing.

As the strings of confetti laid scattered on the floor and the lingering drips of spilled champagne stained the linens, the new year had rung in with a start. London was electric; buzzing in the underground of the darkest shadows—there was nothing more thrilling.

For a deal had been struck as smiles beamed.

And Alfie Solomons had never felt so alive when the guests dispersed and he sat at a vacant table in the golden light. A cigar burning in his hand, the man leaned back on his chair in victory.

The tendrils of smoke swirled in the air; dancing around his face and into the room. It carved him as a Prometheus of men—Camden’s king that gave and protected those who needed it most.

He intrigued you, Alfie Solomons.

A ruggedly handsome man with the mouth of a foul sailor. He had eyed every person in the room before they could clock him but he was never difficult to miss, not after how much Tommy had talked him up.

It would be easy, he said, charming the socks of Alfie to warm a deal between the two sleuths.

Easy was an understated word when the night had worn thin and all you had done from your table of rich ladies and their scrawny men was stare at him. He’d caught your eye one too many times as you tried to gain his attention throughout the night—but he never made his way to you.

You knew there was no doubting he knew you worked with Tommy, that you were being used in a way to sweeten prospects with batting eyelashes and a dress that dipped a little too low in the front. Alfie had seen that before. The desperate nature of a con too important to lose.

It was why when the guests had left the building and the music had stopped he remained. You’d left to powder your nose, he’d heard your excuse to a woman at your table who happened to be the wife of an employee. He sent his snakes far too. Tommy wasn’t the only one who played for keeps.

When you re-entered the space, Alfie sat at the table with the smoke billowing around him in puffs. His cane slanted against the table while his legs spread wide, thick thighs resting themselves on the chair in welcome.

He teased absentmindedly. He was erotic when he tried not to be, more so as you looked upon him from your perch in the hall.

You thanked Tommy endlessly for sending you. This line of business wasn’t hard work when the goal was a specimen like Alfie was. You stood in the doorway with confidence faltering under the surface and leaned against the wall as seductively as you could imagine.

Yet Alfie said nothing.

He continued to smoke at his cigar with the knowledge of you standing there. You felt your heartbeat pick up.

You shifted on your feet, crossing them together and pulling your hands behind your back. It popped your hip out to the side and for a brief moment, you swore Alfie’s chest lifted in a scoff but he sat too far from you. You truly couldn’t tell.

He smoked for another eternity, a minute perhaps before inhaling dramatically and blowing it out again.

“And to what,” his messy drawl was thick, “do I owe the pleasure of your company, Miss—“

“I think you know why I’m here,” you answered in kind. He shrugged his shoulder casually.

“Perhaps. But Tommy ain’t exactly a friend,” his eyes narrowed a bit. “If you know what I mean?”

“He’s not asking to be your friend, Mr. Solomons. He wanted to ensure the deal was final.”

Alfie stuck the cigar between his lips. “I see he won’t be doin’ that ‘emself now?”

“No,” you smiled abashedly. It was cute, he thought, how you played so innocently at this larger game. “He knew your interests lie elsewhere.”

The smoke blew once more. He put out the cigar on a glass tray on the table before beckoning you with two fingers.

You might as well have floated against the wooden floors of the room as you approached. Hips swaying, shoes echoing in the room. You traversed the tinsel and confetti and spilled champagne to meet his table and rest in front of him. Alfie was shameless in the way he let his eyes wander. Slow and unforgiving, he could see everything if he wanted to and this was a kind of gift from Tommy—you.

You were close to the operations of the Shelby’s. He had heard about this woman, as beautiful as you, being as ruthless in Birmingham as the brothers. He knew your name, your family, your history even if he played it off as not. A childhood friend, Alfie supposed, brought on to pull strings in ways only women knew how.

He imagined you like Polly—cunning with a tongue and if you let the slit in your dress draw apart, maybe with other bits of you as well.

“The word from Thomas?” Alfie asked gruffly. You set your small bag down on the table beside you and rested a hand on your waist.

“Three boats from Camden Yard every morning for a month,” you reminded him. The details of the deal were boring, listed off like a grocery list of things to do or get and the most relief you felt that entire evening is when you finally stopped talking.

“How does he plan to have the payment delivered?”

“Through me.”

Alfie hummed. He looked around the room, mind already aware of the deal being sealed and delivered to Tommy by one of his own men in that very moment. He’d sent one of his finest to Birmingham on the off chance the one Tommy had sent was less than capable.

Alfie could admit he was wrong in such an assumption.

“You know,” Alfie shifted in his seat to widen his legs. The expanse of his stance, the seat directed towards you had your eyes trailing his torso, falling square to his crotch and back up to him. His arms rested at his thighs. Hands flat and rough. “This is our new beginning, here in Camden.”

“Shana Tovah, Mr. Solomons.”

“Did he ask you to study? He knew it was a holiday. The Shelby’s aren’t Jews.”

“I think you underestimate our worldly knowledge, Mr.—“

“Alfie,” he corrected.

“—Alfie,” you repeated. “Birmingham isn’t a shithole all the time. We are cultured people.”

Alfie smiled slightly, turning his head away to gaze at the entry way. “Eh,” he grunted. “It’s all shit if you really think ‘bout it.”

You looked down at him as he sat and he peered back at you. His eyes shadowed by his hat in the shimmer of the light.

“Why you still ‘ere?” He tested. “I can’t imagine you sneakin’ around for some challah when the cooks have gone on home.”

You adjusted your stance on your leg causing your dress to ripple. His eyes flickered in the dark.

“Tommy send you to seduce me, treacle?”

Treacle. You’d never heard someone use that word before. You ran your tongue over your lip as it jutted out to clear the dryness that manifested.

You weren’t nervous, per se. But Alfie was a strong, loud man who was more than capable of sending a message to his friends, or enemies, without remorse.

It enticed you—He enticed you greatly. The danger, the selfless anger that rested under his thick skin.

“No,” you answered honestly. “I fear I may be doing that myself.”

“There ain’t anyone here any more.” Alfie only looked at you. His eyes underneath the shadows swallowed you whole. They drew you in and spit you back out.

“Oh?” You feigned obliviousness. You knew everyone had left as well.

Alfie rubbed his hands over his thighs in warmth. His fingers danced along the tops of them.

“Step closer,” he ordered.

Without hesitation, you stepped closer and closer until you stood between his open legs and you could feel the heat radiating off of him. You could smell the cigar, his scent strong and burly.

“I’m sure you’ve heard what kind of man I am.”

“No more horrible than the rest.”

“What would Thomas say, eh?” He leaned his head backwards to look up at you. His fingertips twitched against his pants in want. “That his little friend is so willing.”

“I didn’t say I was willing.”

Alfie’s smile barely ghosted his face. Amused, he flicked down to your breasts and back up to your face.

“Your body says otherwise, love.”

He could see your nipples pert against he fabric of your dress. Your chest rose and fell erratically.

“Tommy sent me to ensure the deal was final, that is all, Alfie. I do not need to entertain you to see it through.”

“But you chose this beautiful dress,” he lifted a hand dramatically. It grazed the side of your body to feel the silken fabric that laid over the parts he wished to see further. “And these women,” he motioned to the empty room, “don’t dress like you.”

“Well they follow a different code than I.”

“And what else does that code allow?”

Alfie had yet to drop his hand. It played at the fabric that hung at your hip. He pinched it between his fingers and tugged gently.

“It depends on what the caller is asking of her,” you proposed and took his other hand into your own.

His hands were bigger than yours by a mile. Rough and calloused from his life, Alfie allowed you to overturn it and caress it in your touch. He watched your eyes, not your motions as you dragged his hand up toward your body, resting his hand not tightly gripping your dress on the space on your chest not covered by clothing.

Your skin was hot to the touch. It burned him as he felt the softness so different from his own.

“I do feel a bit cold, yeah?” He questioned and in an instant brought you down onto his lap and in a scramble of legs to straddle him.

Legs now on either side of his thick thighs, you sunk to rest your core where the zipper of his trousers began to bulge.

Alfie breathed you in deeply. His gripped turned bruising as you wrapped one arm around him and the other hand reseted on his chest.

“Why Mr. Solomons,” you snickered, “this is a bit forward.”

“Says you.” His hand slipped from you uncovered chest to one of your breasts and squeezed then soothed over the pebbling bud. “Don’t know the game your playin’, love. It’d be a dangerous one for a girl like you.”

You smiled at him. Tilting your head into his, you shuttered a breath as he slipped the dress from your shoulder and let the fabric fall to reveal you to him. You shifted your hips on top of his to feel his growing sensation.

“I know my game, Alfie,” your lips barely grazed his. He chased it, nipping your bottom lip and for a moment you thought yourself crazy for acting such a way with a man like him. “Do you know yours?”

Alfie responded by meeting his lips with yours abruptly. The hand on his chest cupped his face while his simply wandered along you. His beard was long and tickling your skin as he begged to dominate your mouth with his own. You tipped his hat off and laid it on the table before pulling away with a pop.

“My God, woman,” Alfie mumbled. You rolled your hips against his softly. He moved both of his hands to grasp the sides of you and encouraged you to grind against him. Your dress fell further down your chest and bore your luscious tits to him.

You entranced him with your movements. The roll of your body, the jiggle of your breasts as you moved. He grew hard under you and his palms wandered further to gather your dress at your waist.

“You were prepared, eh?” He commented lowly at the absence of your underwear.

“I took my chances.”

One of his thumbs met your core and found your clit quickly to rub circles at the pace of your thrusts. Your body jolted at the feeling. You were out of your mind, letting him pleasure you. Yet you didn’t say no. You couldn’t say no when you were so enraptured by his entire presence.

He was thick and heavy in his trousers which only stirred you further.

Alfie circled your clit ferociously. Meticulous and rapid, he wound up the coil within you to the point of no return. His thumb gathered the wetness greedily. You cupped his head, nearly swaying him as you lost yourself and inclined your head backward as your eyelids drooped.

“Alfie…” your voice was barely above a whisper as it hitched. He had found a good spot. One so tender and reactive. He grinned slyly.

You moved to undo the belt of his pants and slid it out from the loops the best you could. He hadn’t worn suspenders or an absurd amount of vests to add to the layers. Fingers deftly popping him open and carving the lines of his cock with your hand, you worked him out of the trousers and into your palm.

“You feel plenty warm to me,” you suggested with a purr.

Alfie sat up straighter. The advantage catching the back of your neck and drawing your lips to his again. You groaned into his mouth; savoring the feeling of your lips on his as his breath mingled with yours.

You stroked him lazily in your hand while he was more deliberate in pleasuring you.

Alfie’s mouth trailed along the sides of your neck. He left foul, bruising kissed on the column as he made his way down to your tits again and took a nipple inbetween his mouth. He pulled back, gently biting it between his teeth and letting go with a tug.

“You were right, Alfie,” you breathed in heavily. Rolling your hips against his hand, you had the sudden urge to have him inside of you. “I have heard the stories about the kind of man you are.”

“And? I don’t suppose you give a fuck about them now, love.”

“No,” you smiled shyly. “But I would be lying if I wasn’t interested in the things I’d heard.”

Your ran you thumb over the head of his cock to wipe at the cum that had leaked out of hum. Smoothing it over and down his shaft, he might as well have shivered at the sensation.

“I am more interested in the man I haven’t heard about. The one like this.”

Alfie quirked a brow and stopped his movements. He helped lift you slightly, taking control of his dick as his hand replaced yours and ran it along your slit.

“You wanna be my lover? A gy—“

You shushed him with a kiss. “I didn’t say that, Mr. Solomons. It’s not something anyone needs to know of.”

“Too dangerous, treacle.” He swiped his cock’s head along you clit and you could feel the blood rushing, the heartbeat that pulsed as hard as the one in your chest. “I’m not in the business of leading women as beautiful as you to an early grave.”

You shook your head gently. “I don’t believe you.”

Alfie hummed and with it, pushed the head of himself into your aching pussy that had been warmed by his previous ministrations and he was taken by the way your mouth fell agape. Shoulders relaxing and falling as you took him in as much as you could before pushing further; further and further until there was nothing more left to take of him and you took him fully.

“No,” Alfie said deeply. His chest rumbled with the word and echoed as far into the room as it could reach. He didn’t allow you to adjust yourself on his cock. Alfie held your hips down and made you sit there, still.

“I don’t believe myself either.”

He relished the way your cunt swallowed him. Alfie’s mind wondered if all of your holes could take him the same and in the times you’d come to Camden to collect the payments on behalf of Tommy, he’d be able to explore all the scenarios that plagued his mind as you clenched down on him and gripped him tightly. So warm and inviting, he could stay like that forever and if this was the feeling of your first meeting, he wasn’t romantic enough to consider how he’d feel after your tenth, twentieth, or more.

Alfie’s mind traveled to you kneeling under his desk and taking his cock in your mouth; feeling you spread out before him on a table in the distillery room and watching you gush around him. He could see himself under covers in the dark pleasuring you with his mouth and the taste of you on his tongue. In the tub with your back against his and the water splashing over the sides and if he was lucky, as the sun broke the horizon in Margate in his house by the sea.

As he let you sit on him and rake your fingers through his short hair, he caressed your sides and backs of your thighs as the muscles trembled.

“When you collect the money,” he whispered as much as a man like he could, “come straight to the bakery. Go to the office and if I am not there, do not let anyone in who knocks.”

“Afraid of what your men will do to me?” You questioned and his grip tightened.

“They’d be fuckin’ idiots to try.”

You learned quickly that Alfie Solomons loved to kiss you. He enjoyed the feeling of your lips on his and the selfless way you let him take control of you. He pushed the boundaries of comfort and with his cock still inside of you hard and pulsing with want, it was hard to imagine letting another man touch you in the same way.

“You come straight to me. You take the money and I’ll leave you walkin’ funny till you return to those fuckin’ Shelby’s so they know who you belong to.”

You pulled Alfie in close around his shoulders. He loosened his grasp on your hips as you lifted yourself up. His cock coated in your slick slid along your walls and before you lost him completely, you sunk down on him again and he guided you with ease every bounce you made.

You barely squeaked as his dick filled you. Thick and long, he was exactly as you’d imagined him to be based on the man you’d heard so much about. His large thighs supported your weight and he complained not about any part of you that you’d deem less than perfect.

Letting Alfie maneuver you, you leaned back onto his thighs and your hands placed themselves on his knee caps and allowed the space between you to be viewed completely by the man. He watched you sink onto him. Watching as you took him with languid rolls and calculated moves that barely drew a sweat on your brow. He held onto you tightly and helped speed up the movements as he pulled you into him once twice and then repeatedly.

The sounds of your pleasure were lewd. For anyone could waltz in and see you both openly fucking in the dining hall of the beautiful building but they wouldn’t. The sun had long set, the doors long had been locked and all that was left was you and Alfie left to settle a score.

And it was building rapidly.

Too much. It was overstimulating—the force of his actions and the long drawl of his cock against your plush walls. You were soaked. Soaking him and his trousers that were barely pushed down enough to set him free. Your body trembled as the quick revelation of your orgasm approached. Gripping his knees so tightly your nails dug into the caps, you couldn’t help the yelps turned into weak, whimpering moans that spilled from your lips.

Alfie muttered words of mere nothing at the quake of your thighs. Your stomach’s muscles tightened and with a jolt, you lurched forward and clung onto his shoulders as your release reached its peak. Your pussy clenched down on his cock with all the strength it could in the moments between your tremors. Alfie sore disorienting profanities as your orgasm threatened his own.

He wanted to pull out. He didn’t need more on his plate than what he already had and certainly not any child that bound him to the Shelby LLC for eternity. Alfie huffed, breathing through his teeth as he lifted you up slightly and barely managed to empty himself onto your stomach and bits of your dress.

You watched as his release waded down your body and his hold loosened greatly at his finish.

“So,” Alfie spoke lowly. “Do I have your word?”

“Of what?” You responded breathlessly. He grinned at your fucked out face. The way you could barely hold yourself upright even if it wasn’t the most intense fuck either of you had ever had.

“You come straight to me, got it?”

And well, Mr. Alfie Solomons didn’t have to ask twice.

Happy almost end of Kinktober! I’m trying my best to get all the fics out that I’ve promised. I’ve never written for Alfie before but I love the character so much that I’d thought I’d give it a try. As always, it is so much appreciated that you leave a like, a comment OR a reblog (I like the last two the best!) thank you for reading and free to check out any of my other works.

[mariamariquinha]

A Tale of Camden Town - Masterlist

Summary: When the infamous Alfie Solomons hires a new maid.

Part 1

Part 2

COMPLETED.

[shegatsby]

The Bikerider and The Nurse

A/N: Hi guys! I'm here with a new fic. I wanted to keep the first chapter short but don't worry, it's gonna be a long ass fic with smut in the future! Let me know if you want to be tagged. Love you xxx

Words: 1.583K TAG LIST IS OPEN!

Warnings: Injury but not detailed so don't worry.

Chapter One

‘’It’s gonna be a long ass night.’’ Elena complained, they were wearing their uniforms for their night shift, Y/N loved the nights, she loved helping people and usually the nights were calm but this night was different. There was a bar fight, the rumor reached before the patients. She wore her white long dress uniform and white pumps, when she quickly tied her hair and placed the white cap she ran out of the lounge. She was the right hand of an old doctor, no one usually liked him because he was grumpy but Y/N admired him because he worked in the army during the WW2 and his knowledge of medicine was beyond anyone she had ever met. Dr. Smith didn’t like most of his colleges because they kept complaining but Y/N was different, she turned up out of nowhere one day and showed her determination for the job and that’s why the old man kept her by his side during any complicated surgeries or important cases. He kept mentioning that she should go back to school and become a doctor but Y/N kindly smiled and said she was happy being a  nurse, he knew she could do it, she had the capacity unlike these morons he had to see every day. Dr. Smith wasn’t a stupid man, whenever he asked her a personal question such as her hometown, her parents etc. she was perfectly giving diplomatic answers and then disappearing. No one knew where she was from or anything personal about Y/N but for Dr. Smith as long as she was useful he didn’t mind her back story.

Elena was her friend, over the months they had bounded but Y/N was smart enough to keep her distance, Elena kept inviting her to this bar she and her husband were regulars or the picnics they were having with their friends.. Y/N kept kindly declining the offers but Elena never felt sad or angry. She was few years older than Y/N and she knew that this young woman had a tragic past, she could feel it in her bones so Elena decided to be gentle and never take things personal.

As they were running to the emergency wing Dr. Smith called for Y/N, there was a patient from the bar fight and his condition was more severe than the others so she followed the old man.

‘’Caucasian male, in his late 20s, other than bruises he has a damaged ankle..’’ the other nurse was explaining the situation when Y/N was startled for a second. There was man laying on the hospital bed with his dirty clothes, his dirty blonde hair and mustache was the first details she had noticed, even though he was unconscious he had a stern look on his face, his jaw and high cheeks were sharp looking, he had this thick jacket that one of his ringed hands were holding tight, as she got closer she heard that he was mumbling something… Y/N  got closer and bend over the bed to hear him clearly,

‘’Don’t,’’ he was saying, ‘’Don’t take the jacket off.’’

Y/N looked at Dr. Smith, ‘’He doesn’t want us to take the jacket off.’’ She said calmly, ‘’I don’t care about the damn jacket, this man needs surgery right now or he is about to lose his foot!’’ he was right, Y/N knew that she would be in the surgery room assisting the doctor so they took him immediately in. Before the surgery Y/N took his jacket off and put it in her locker, she decided to give it to him once he wakes up.

After the surgery she had found out that the man was Elena’s husband’s friend from some motorcycle club. Elena thanked her for taking care of him and she said that four of them should hang out once he gets better, after Elena hugged her thankfully Y/N held her arm before she left, it was dawn and theit shift had ended, ‘’What’s..’’ she began and cleared her throat, ‘’What’s his name? I didn’t look at the papers so I don’t-‘’

Elena laughed with her signature laugh, she was a cheerful woman,

 ‘’His name is Benny, Benny Cross.’’

Before she left work she didn’t forget to get his jacket from the locker, she wanted to wash it at home and bring it to the hospital, she had another shift starting in the afternoon.

In the afternoon, the jacket was clean and dry, and she was marching to the hospital. After wearing her uniform she learned which room they took him and she directly walked there. Her plan was to put the jacket there and leave to her surprise he was awake. When she walked in they locked eyes, he was laying there, dark circles under his deep blue eyes, he looked tired. There was a white cast on his ankle and covering his foot. She brought the jacket and put it on the chair next to his bed, no words were exchanged. She gently smiled after that and turned to leave before she heard him.

‘’Thank you.’’ His raspy voice was low, she stopped at the threshold and turned to him, ‘’You’re welcome.’’ She replied shortly and walked out of the room. She loved helping people and it wasn’t the first time she did something for a patient but she felt strange. There was a heavy feeling on her chest, she had to ignore it and get to work. She had to ignore because the last time she had given in to those feelings she had to leave her home and family behind and start fresh. There was a reason why no one knew anything personal about her and she had to keep it that way.

Days passed, she woke up, went to work, did her best and got home. She was used to this routine but Elena had a problem with it. She kept begging to Y/N, inviting her everywhere. They were in the lounge when Elena cornered her, ‘’You only have morning shift right?’’ she questioned her with her deep eyes, ‘’Yes.’’ Was Y/N’s answer. ‘’Then you’re coming with us this evening.’’ There she was, inviting her again, this time Y/N was silent for a while, usually her immediate response was ‘’Sorry but I have other things to do.’’ But this time she considered her options. She was a young woman and she deserved to be sociable in life, she couldn’t always be scared and look back. Y/N said she would be there and she just needed the address, there was a bar Elena and her husband were regulars of. She laughed when she saw Elena’s eyes got bigger by shock, ‘’Really? You are coming?’’ her mouth was open. Y/N laughed again, ‘’Yes. I would love to hang out with you and your husband, he seems like a nice guy.’’ It was about time she faced her fears. She was safe now, no one could harm her, not anymore. Elena gave her the address of the bar.

During the day she helped Dr. Smith, attended small surgeries, she was usually at the Emergency wing. At 5pm her shift ended so she went home, ate and took a shower.

She found herself in front of her bedroom mirror, she wore a dark red blouse and beige jeans with flat shoes, her hair was loose and she did a light make up. She looked at her finished look, it had been while since she went out and she felt powerful, finally her life was stable and she was saving money, making new friends. She looked very happy. She got her back, even gave herself a wink on the mirror and locked her door. She took the bus to the bar.

There were so many bikes outside of the bar she was startled, Elena had mentioned that her husband belonged to a motorcycle club and they would hang out together, the wives and girlfriends, they would have Sunday picnics as well. The door of the bar was wide open and people were coming and going, mostly men. She approached slowly, like a cat. There were some men wearing the same jacket she washed and cleaned for her patient last week, he must be a member of this club. These men were laughing really hard and drinking, she could see shadows through the windows and she found herself taking a step back, should she go in? It would be rude not to, Elena would be very upset… but she could lie to Elena and make up an excuse.. as she was having a mental breakdown a tall man walked passed her, he was limping a bit. He had dirty blonde hair, he was walking slowly to the bar with one of his hands holding his cigarette. She could only see his back but he looked familiar. When he reached the threshold  he stopped and turned to look at her, and that’s when she realized who was this young man. He was her patient from last week, Benny Cross. His blue eyes found her, they shared a brief moment of acknowledging each other, she swore she saw a faint smile on his face and then he walked in.

She noticed that she had been standing there for almost 7 minutes, people started to notice so she looked back at the road and then looked at the bar, a sudden feeling of courage washed over her entire body and her feet took her to the open door.

Thank you for reading. :)

[yourimagines]

Hi love👋🏻

Can you perhaps write a multiple story about Dunkirk or Pearl harbour. With the actors jack lowden, josh hartnett, ben affleck and Tom hardy. I’m so down for them 😂

If not it’s fine, I understand

Hi, thank you for your request, sorry it took me this long but here is the first part. It's going to be a slow burn ad the readers choose how this story will go, so please tell me what should happen next🧡

Saviour

* English is not my first language I apologise

* Triggers: WW2, Swearing, Angst and fluff

Disclaimer: It’s a fiction based off real life events.

Part two, Part three, Part four

Cast;

Jack Collins 23 years old,

Tom Farrier 26 years old,

Danny Walker 22 years old,

Rafe McCawley 24 years old,

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Y/n POV

The world was falling apart slowly as war began to spread across Europe. Most of the men who were above 16 years old joined the military, to fight for our country. I joined the military as well as a 20 year old woman, to help and take care of our men as a nurse.

“This is France.” Mrs Dawson said as she pointed at the map, that was hanging against the wall. “Some of you will go there and help our forces at the front lines, others stay here.” Most girls got excited as they heard about going to France, going to our troops. “We all move to the military base tomorrow morning, pack light because you don’t need anything else than your medical supplies at the front lines.” With that she ended her speech and we all went back to our rooms, getting ready for tomorrow.

—��The next day——

It was six in the morning when they woke us up. “Let’s go ladies, time is ticking.” We all got up and got ready. “I’m so excited, I hope I’ll get picked for France.” My best friend said as she put some makeup on. “There is a war going on, you know that right?” She nodded and flashed me a smile through the mirror. “Y/n, there are the real men, not those….you know from town.” I rolled my eyes and smoothed my dress. “Right….just hurry up, I don’t want to be late.”

The train ride was quiet as everyone was nervous. “Please let them be handsome.” One of my new friends said. “Of course they are, all RAF pilots are good looking and respectful men.” A small discussion started between a few ladies. “Y/n needs a man.” My best friend said with a giggle. “No I don’t, I’m not here to find a man.” She gave me a look and shrugged me off. “Everyone is looking for a man…”

After a long travel day we arrived at the military base from the RAF. “Ladies, I want you all to behave and show your best side as captain Morty will guide us to our rooms.” Mrs Dawson said as captain Morty smiled at us. “Yes mrs Dawson.” We all said in chorus. She nodded at the captain and he guided us to our rooms as we passed through a few hangars.

Jack POV

“Nurses will be joining us.” Danny said as he joined us at the hangar. “Really?” Josh a new mechanic said as he looked up from his work. “Yes, they just arrived.” The mechanics started to whistle as they heard the new from Danny. “Calm down, they are just nurses.” Rafe said with a grin on his face, finding it amusing how the mechanics reacted to the news. “He’s right, they are here to do their job, so let’s focus on ours.” Tom our squad commander said as he was reading a book. “Of course…” they mumbled as they went back to their work.

The whole atmosphere between the mechanics was different than usual, It’s causing a bit of commotion between everyone. “Do you think we have a chance?” Josh asked As he was cleaning his work spot. “Honestly no, if they are looking for a man, they want those ground soldiers.” Danny said as he stood up, brushing off his pants. “Really? Not even the pilots?” Josh looked a bit disappointed at Danny, who just shook his head. “Josh, he’s joking around, of course we have a chance. Women like every man that is serving in the military at the moment.” Rafe said with an amusing smile on his face, as his best friend was joking around with the mechanics.

We all got send off early to our beds as we all needed those extra hours of sleep. “I heard it’s not going well for the French.” Danny quietly said as we were all lying in our bunk beds. “Do you think we are going there?” He popped his head up and leaned over the edge to look down at his friend Rafe, who was lying on his back, his arms crossed behind his head. “Maybe…” he answered, Danny nodded and laid back in his bed. “Why are you thinking about that?” I asked him. “Don’t know, I heard one of the mechanics talking about it this morning.” I hummed and rolled over to my left side, facing the wall. “We’ll see how it goes…”

Y/n POV

The girls were excited as we saw a few mechanics and pilots roaming around in one of the hangars. “They are all so handsome.” One said as we were getting ready to go to bed. “I know…” my best friend said. I smiled and crawled into the bed. “I can’t wait to start tomorrow.” We all giggled about it, gossiping about them and talking about our future. After some time we turned the light off and laid down in our own beds. “We should get some sleep, we all need to look good in the morning.” Someone said as a few hummed and agreed. I silently nodded and turned around, facing the wall. “We’ll see how it goes…”

We all woken up by a bell going off, it was Mrs Dawson. “Ladies, it’s time to get ready.” Some of us groaned, some of us stood up without saying a word. I slowly turned around and moved the blanket away. “Come on, get up.” Mrs Dawson said as a few were still lying in their beds. “You all have 10 minutes to get ready.” She disappeared from our shared room and we all began our morning routine.

“This is the work station for you ladies.” Caption Morty said as we walked into a room, looking like a small hospital. “Our men will stop by to get their medical check ups before leaving for their missions.” We all looked around the room. “Anymore questions? If not, Mrs Dawson has the schedules from all the groups that are in this facility and she also has the time schedules for the canteen. Ladies I wish you all the best.” He gave Mrs Dawson a nod and left us alone, she started to show us the schedules and rules for our new adventure here at the RAF military base.

Jack POV

Danny went for a walk and came back with a smile on his face. “What happened to you?” Rafe asked as Danny joined us at the table. “I saw them.” Tom sighed and continued to eat his breakfast. “Is that why you went for a walk?” Danny smiles and digs into his breakfast. “Danny come on…” Rafe said annoyingly. “I only passed by, they were with captain Morty.” I shook my head and Tom shot me a well knowing glare. “I think we should leave them be, they can’t have us spying on them as well. The mechanics are already losing their minds.” Rafe pointed at me, agreeing what I just said. “See, you need to stop Walker, we are here to fight for our country. Not for the ladies…” Danny nodded, knowing what we meant. “Yeah…you’re right.” Rafe gave him a gently pat on his shoulder. “It’s all good brother.”

[thedevilshardy]

Knock you out

Tommy Conlon x fem! Reader (short smut)

You always tried to avoid him. Tried to put the same ignorance in your gaze that he put at yours. When you were at the gym, a silent nod was all he had for you. A cool look, the slight twitch of his chin, and that was it. 

Tommy Conlon didn't like you. At least, that's what he radiated whenever you watched him box and train. And that's why you're even more surprised that you ended up in this position. 

Your breath is stagnant, your legs are shaking, and you want nothing more than that cock, already with the tip pressed firmly against your pussy. He doesn't penetrate you though, just presses his tip heavily against the folds of your pussy, but he doesn't push it in, not yet, even though you're already dripping. That's how much you want this man, who hasn't said a word since he had wordlessly pressed you against the ropes of the boxing ring and had kissed you. 

Tommy Conlon kisses like a god. His lips are soft and full, and what he doesn't say in words he packs all the more into the passionate movements of his mouth. Your breath caught when he kissed you so roughly, your knees went weak, but his strong forearm held you. You don't even know how much time has passed since he had pressed you to the floor, his hands on your body like a command. How deftly those fingers have pushed through the light layers of your gym clothes, as if they've done nothing else all their lives. Biting kisses, gasps for air, sweat, heat, everywhere. There was nothing like pressing your body up against his, feeling his heat, his hardness between your quivering legs. 

He'd almost managed to finger you to climax. But only almost. He'd stopped before you'd gotten the chance, and there it had been, a small, barely visible grin at the corners of his mouth. 

And now you're lying here, his hard cock between your legs, and he's still teasing you, holding you roughly while his tip just rubs very gently against your wet folds. Your body cries out for him, for release. You try to push yourself down further, up onto his dick, but he won't let you. Goosebumps run over your skin as you finally hear his voice against your ear. It's rough and deep. 

"You're so damn wet baby, how bad do you want me? Do you want me to fuck you?"

You nod, swallowing hard against the burning heat in your throat, clawing at his strong shoulders. 

"Tell me how bad you want me to fuck you."

"Fuck me, please. Now, Tommy I-"

A jerk, and you moan. A tiny bit more his hot dick has slid into your center, just barely grazing his tip at your entrance. God, it's driving you crazy, this here, he-!

"You want me to fuck you - right, huh, until you can't walk anymore? God baby, you're so fuckin' wet, you're so..."

"Tommy," your hands reach into his sweaty hair, pulling him down against your face. He growls quietly. "Fuck me, now."

"Impatient nasty girl, you are" he grunts, and it's amused, you can see it in the corners of his mouth.

You get a warm, breathless kiss, and before you know it, he's suddenly forcing inside you with one hard thrust. 

It's a revelation, that feeling - as his stiff cock finally penetrates deep inside your dripping pussy, as he finally conquers you with a sharp thrust of his hips. His lips slowly open as he sinks completely into you - for a moment he looks down at you, brushing a wet strand from your face. 

"Have you ever seen a real buck fight, honey?"

Your vagina tightens, you can feel exactly how your walls vibrate with every word - how they're already contracting tightly now, how they suck his cock in deep. 

"Of course."

"Then I'm going to show you how I fucking knock you out."

And he does. He supports himself with his strong arms to the left and right of your body, bites his lips hard, and then begins to thrust hard and relentlessly. His hips move as if boxing, penetrating deep and only pushing your trembling legs further apart, hard, sharp, tight thrusts, deep into your pussy. You can't even brace yourself against it, pick up his rhythm, it's too strong. And it really drives you to the edge of madness. 

Tommy Conlon fucks like a god, too. His hands claw into your sides, holding you, making your breasts bob along to the beat with each thrust. You see he loves it, the way he licks his lips afterward, the way his hips sputter. 

Your pussy almost explodes. Tommy's thrusts and cock are way too good for you, catching you ice cold and fucking you to a level you never thought you'd reach. He keeps up this pace, even as your dripping walls slowly tighten around him as the warm feeling in your belly grows stronger. You try to hold onto his shoulders, but he shakes your hands off, gets on his knees, pulls your ass up onto his trained thighs. And then he just keeps fucking you, the in and out of his hard dick like a prayer that all you can do now is whimper. 

"Tommy-"

"Come baby, come, I want to feel it, come on."

His right rough hand slides between your folds, and he teases your clit to no end, his thumb sliding over it, teasing the little wet bud. 

You come. You come so suddenly, as if Tommy had personally punched you in the face, as if he had thrown you out of the ring. You come so suddenly and so fucking hard that for a moment you can't even move your body, can't even breathe. 

He fucks you through your orgasm, wordlessly, breathlessly. His hand stays on your clit, keeps rubbing, his cock keeps fucking until you can't take it anymore, until your pussy contracts tight and hot, squirting slightly. And Tommy loves it. 

You don't know how long you feel the violent waves of your orgasm - but eventually you feel more wetness, more heat between your legs, feel his hips fucking harder than before and he lets out a deep grunt. He comes, pushing you over the edge again. 

When you're done, the floor of the boxing ring is wet as hell, showing all the traces of your violent encounter. You feel exactly how his cum runs between your legs, warm, always down your thigh. Tommy's eyes move between your legs, and he grins slightly. 

"We're going to take a shower, and then I'm going to fuck you again."

"Wow, you've talked more than you did all last year," you say shortly, and Tommy helps you stand up. 

His eyes don't even leave you as you walk to the shower, and he even catches you as your shaking legs give way. 

[cannibalcoyote]

Unraveled Ch.3: The Family

Ch.2 Ch.4

After doing some paperwork for about an hour Ellie suddenly runs into the office, rushing over to my desk.

"Come on Els! The beach has been blocked off and we're both being called down there. Apparently there is a body." Ellie whispers quickly to me in distress.

I look up at her, feeling my memories attempting to resurface, but I quickly push them back, swallowing my nerves as I put on my cold, stern exterior. We quickly walked out of the department, hopping into our respective cars and heading over to the beach. I can constantly feel the memories of that little girl's body in the water trying to pick its way into my vision, but I shake it off. I couldn't avenge her, but I can try and solve whoever it is that we find.

Flashing our badges we park our cars and get access to the beach, I stumble slightly in the sand as Ellie and I weave through the small group of people beginning to crowd against the police tape.

We walk straight up to the tape, quickly being allowed in by the uniforms, Ellie going first and walking towards the body. I, however, feel myself slowing down, the waves rolling and the image of a child's dead body being all too similar. My mind and my body feel disconnected, like I am physically here but my mind is simply watching the nauseating scene unfold.

The only thought in my mind being, 'Is this penance for my downfalls, God?', closing my eyes and sharply reopening them I push myself forwards, watching Ellie beginning to get emotional, I think I heard her saying 'no' and 'I know this boy.' Both of these caused my blood to run just that much colder.

I trek towards the body with false confidence, keeping my eyes trained on the body. I can see figures of the D.I. and Ellie having a slight confrontation in my peripheral vision, but I pay them no mind as I spot the body of Danny Latimer lying in the cold sand.

I then look up when I hear an all too familiar accent and tone. The buried feeling of longing resurfacing as the voice awakens old memories.

"Shut it down. You're working a case now!" His voice was serious and his accent Scottish, I finally look up to see his face. He luckily hasn't seen me yet, but seeing him causes my striding over there to hesitate greatly as I feel my facade of confidence crumbling in mere seconds.

He introduced himself to Ellie but I care not about that, all I can focus on is the face of my best friend, Alec Hardy. Luckily they are talking about Danny, him turning around as Ellie identifies the body, Alec turning around as he learns this information. The sickening feeling in my gut is only growing in this whole situation, but I push myself forward. I've got a crime to solve now and I can't let past personal experience interfere with that.

I walk forwards, my feet feeling heavy, the type of heavy like when your boots are filled with water that can never be emptied. I only stop when I reach Ellie, trying to stay out of Alec's view.

"Ellie? Is that who I think it is?" My question rang through the tense air, my voice soft and accent not as noticeable. Ellie jumped in fright before realizing it's me.

"How bad are the uniforms at keeping civilians out of a crime scene?!" Alec exclaims in anger, luckily not looking at me yet.

"They're not that bad, seeing as I'm no civilian Alec." I state. Ellie looks at me in surprise and confusion as I call our new D.I. by his first name. Even he freezes at my tense greeting, almost as if having a moment of realization at hearing my voice. He slowly turns to see my face, the face of his missing best friend, the face of a person he desperately longed for though thought he would never see again.

"Elswyth?" His soft yet gruff voice is full of longing and questioning. His eyes seemingly darkening in sadness as he remembers our past together. Sadly we don't get long to remember as I hear the sound of someone who is not going to take this situation well at all, Beth Latimer.

"Oh, God, who's that?" Alec questions as he shifts his gaze to the distraught mother.

Ellie and I both looked as well with wide eyes, seeing one of our closest friends and mother to the now deceased Danny. We both glance at each other before stumbling forwards, holding our arms out to catch Beth before she can reach Danny. Ellie is telling her she can't be here, but my only focus is to keep her from reaching Danny. I grab her, struggling as she pulls me slightly forward, Alec grabbing her too until the uniforms finally rush over and drag her back, Beth fighting violently as she screams about how those are Danny's trainers, screaming both of our names in despair.

I quickly look away, stumbling backwards slightly, this is all wrong, it's happening all over again. I feel as though I'm going to collapse and be sick when two strong arms grasp me quickly, holding me against their chest as comforting words are spoken quietly. I recognize him, his smell and touch are the same even after not seeing him for so long. He turns me around, as I rest my head against him, his arms wrapped tightly around me as we both understand how this is affecting each other.

After a few more moments I push away from him, I can't let Ellie see this, she would quickly catch on to what happened in my past, and I don't want her hating me like how she loathes Alec. He looks at me as I stumble back again, reaching out to steady me but I push his hands away, he stops immediately, looking down slightly and lowering his hand at my rejection. I can't stand looking at him sad, so instead I turn to Ellie, her hands against her forehead at the despair of Beth. I quickly pull her into a hug, I know this is going to be one of the worst experiences of her life, and I have to be there to make sure it doesn't end up how my case did.

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We're walking along the cliffs, the tape now blocking the edge. We all walk through the y'all grass, I cross my arms across my body as a form of comfort, the waves below splashing loudly.

"They let people walk along here, no safety barriers?" Alec questions, his tone confused as to why.

"It's the coastal path, people know to be careful." Ellie responds simply, all of us continuing to trudge through the tall grass.

"It's a death trap." Alec states as he looks behind us then back around. I give a small, almost nonexistent smile at how blunt he still is, hopefully he doesn't realize how much I've missed his rudely blunt and socially awkward personality.

We continue walking, finally running into SOCO at the crime scene.

"How's it going?" Alec asks as we stop to speak with Brian.

"Well, from what we've got up here, sir, it's looking like the rockfall around the body was faked." Brian responded solemnly. My eyes going dark as I now know for sure that this is a murder.

"What do you mean?" Ellie questions. I hold in my sigh of annoyance as I remember that I can't be mad, this is after all her first murder, as well as this town's first murder; I'm going to have to be patient for Ellie. Brian continues to talk but I feel my mind wandering elsewhere as I examine the area in my head, already having seen that there was no proof Danny was even up here, I then begin to think of all possible suspects, the family are always suspects at first, as well as anyone he might've seen on a day to day basis.

I don't even realize we're leaving until I hear my name being yelled, "Els! Let's go!" I quickly look over to see Alec glance over at my frozen form before walking down the path and Ellie waving me over before following Alec. I quickly run over to catch up, hearing Alec telling Ellie to get the pathologist to hurry up even if it's preliminary. I walk a few feet behind them both, my head looking down at the steps until I hear a sharp yell that grabs my attention.

"D.S. Miller! D.S. Carlisle!"

"Who's that?" Alec questions Ellie as to why someone is shouting our names. I look up to see the one and only obnoxious reporter, Olly Stevens. I push in between them, pushing both of them forwards faster.

"Just keep walking." Ellie sighs as she picks up the pace.

"Ellie! Els!" Olly shouts as if we're best buds.

"He seems to know both of you." Alec states, albeit a little bitterly as he looks at me. I roll my eyes knowing exactly what he's thinking.

"Auntie Ellie! Auntie Els!"

"No no no, don't pull that bullshit Olly." I angrily snarl as I continue walking, now leaving the other two behind as I head to my car.

"I told you, don't do that!" I hear Ellie practically growl at him in annoyance. I ignore them as I go to open my door, looking back to see Alec scowl and release a disgusted sound when hearing Olly works for the Broadchurch Echo. I smile slightly at that scowl upon his face, it makes me remember back to when I would call him Hardy when we were younger and he would scowl in annoyance before returning the favor and calling me Carlisle. I realize what I'm doing and wipe the smile off my face, slipping into my old Alfa Romeo and waiting for Ellie to leave, hearing bits of their conversation and how they're not giving statements.

Olly, seeming to not have any luck with them, instead rushes over to my car.

"Auntie Els, I heard there was a body?"

"Don't pull that shit Oliver, we're not giving statements right now, and you are not allowed to speculate. Now shut it and wait till we give a proper statement." Feeling pissed I slam my door, harshly shifting gears before I speed off to follow Ellie to the Latimer house.

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We all exit our vehicles, Ellie looking a little confused and perturbed. Alec must've told her to tell him if the family we're acting odd. I understand why she's acting like that, but she needs to understand that right now everybody's a suspect. Ellie walks up to the doors first, Alec hangs back and pulls me aside.

"Els, I know this case is bringing up bad memories, if you want to hang back in the cars I understand." Alec states, his normally rough Scottish voice now quiet and concerned. I smile slightly, resting my hand against his shoulder as he looks at my eyes.

"I would love to take up that offer, but this is Ellie's first homicide, and I can't let her face that with you, I know you understand what you're doing, but Ellie won't listen to you, she needs me there to guide her." I pat his chest before walking up to the door, Mark answering it. A flash of uncertainty streaming across his eyes as he greets Alec, Ellie, and myself.

We enter their home, meeting the whole family in the living room. Beth standing up, anxious and restless as she already knows why we're here. Her daughter Chloe, gazing up at me as if begging me to tell them it's not Danny. I look away, the ground becoming my sole focus as they take their seats.

"Hi I'm Detective Inspector Alec Hardy, and I believe you know D.S. Miller and D.S. Carlisle" Alec introduces, inviting them to sit down as he grabs me and himself a chair. We all sit down, the whole family distraught, Ellie barely keeping it together, and Alec being the one forced to keep it together. I'm simply there, I'm there for Ellie and the family, and now I'm also here to make sure that Alec is alright as well.

"The body of a young boy was found..." Alec starts before Beth interrupts, being hushed by Mark before he tells Alec to continue.

"We believe it's Danny's body." Alec states.

Beth looks over at us as she breaks down, "Please Ellie, Elspeth... Was it him?" Beth's question destroys Ellie, she looks over at me before nodding in confirmation to Beth. Beth breaking down even more now, Ellie being unable to hold in some of her tears.

The whole family shudders, the dread of the situation amplifies as everyone cries and Mark attempts to keep it together and hold the family.

I have a feeling of complete emptiness, this is the second murder of a child I have to investigate where I know the family personally, and this is going to be the one to destroy what was left of my shattered soul. My hands shake slightly, and Alec discreetly reaches over to hold them, running his thumb over the top of my hand to calm me down whilst still keeping an eye on the family's reaction. I knew this case was hitting close to home for him as well, so I attempted to soothe him as well, squeezing his hands in thanks and comfort.

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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.”

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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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Ty for the ask, Claire! Due to my renewed Tom Hardy fixation, I've decided to dig into my vault of Peaky Blinders fics and share some of my fave Alfie Solomons works:

Seemingly Incurable Sadness Alfie Solomons x female reader

Liar and a Thief modern!Alfie x gf reader

A Tomb by the Sounding Sea Alfie

Alfie's Bedtime Stories Alfie x gf reader

Shielding You With His Body Alfie x wife reader

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undress me

pairings || tom hardy x actress!reader

summary || sitting in an interview with your celebrity crush since you were a teenager, you feel his eyes undressing you.

warnings || 18+ minors dni, rpf, a pinch of angst, but it’s acting, public sex, tom is a flirty shit, messy kissing, tom gives reader a pearl necklace ;), fluff!!, swimming pool sex, unprotected sex, acting, pet names (darling).

note || @lipstickbisous @strwbrrybucky i hope you two enjoy this mwah mwah i love u both

wc || 1.9k

during your many years as an actress, you’ve made it pretty obvious who you liked or who you didn’t like. one thing you kept secret, was your love for your co-star tom hardy.

god, was he a man. when you found out you would be working on venom with him, you didn’t think you would ever recover.

standing in the same building as tom nearly had you on the floor passed out, but when he walked over to you, smiling widely with his hand out as he introduced himself your legs went weak and you struggled to keep yourself held up.

you returned the gesture and gave him a small smile, giving him your name. you didn’t want to open your mouth after “i’m y/n.” because there was no way you could hold yourself back from blurting your massive crush on tom.

working with the tom hardy was too much for you to handle. the day you found out you were kissing tom hardy, you could barely sleep for a week before.

“you ready?” tom was always so friendly and comfortable around you. you calmed down slightly, but jesus the butterflies were still full in your tummy anytime he spoke.

you took a deep breath before nodding. you two were waiting for the sign to go, which came quicker than you thought. “beck, come on, i can’t have you getting closer with venom.”

his acting was brilliant, you felt so much emotion. “i can’t leave you eddie, you mean too much to me.” you whimpered, your arms wrapping around his neck tightly.

“you mean so much to me too, you’re all i want, but i can’t have you, i don’t want to find out what would happen if you got closer to venom.” toms strong arms wrapped around your waist tightly, pulling you into him.

you sighed against his shoulder, tears welling in your eyes. tom pulled away, grabbing your face. “no, no, no no no, come on, please don’t cry, i can’t see you cry.” tom pouted, wiping under your eyes.

you sniffled and shook your head. “i don’t want to leave you.” you whispered, looking into his eyes. tom smiled and nodded, leaning in slowly. you watched as he leaned in, moving in yourself.

tom’s lips connected to yours, in a soft, passionate kiss. you didn’t know if it was just you, but you felt some love in the kiss. tom’s tongue slid into your mouth, his hands moving to your waist.

tom pulled away and placed his forehead against yours. “i’ll always love you, i’ll never forget you.” he was going off script. “you’re all i care about, and my top priority is keeping you safe.”

what was he doing? you looked into his eyes, clearly confused. “and if that means i have to leave, then so be it. i’d do anything to protect you.” at least he was staying in character… he’s staying in character right?

oh god all you needed now was tom to drop out of your life after you two finish shooting together. you nodded, sniffling again before kissing him once more.

“i love you, tom.” you whispered, sighing slightly. tom backed up a bit, a small smirk on his face. then it hit you. “oh my god, i’m so sorry!” you panicked, covering your mouth.

“and that would’ve been so perfect if you hadn’t.. confessed your love.” tom smirked, looking at andy serkis, the director. andy laughed and shook his head, stopping the camera and waiting for you two to prepare.

you two, eventually, buried the confession deep. you two were doing press conferences for venom, giving your own opinions and answering anything you could answer.

“so, i think the big question really is, are you two dating?” the interviewer asked. you felt your cheeks heat up, shaking your head. “well, y/n did confess her love to me by accident during shooting.” tom smirked.

your eyes grew wide as you looked up at him. “oh my god, i cant believe you would throw me under the bus like that!” you gasped, covering your face. “did you actually?!” the interviewer seemed excited.

probably because he was getting exclusive information before anyone else. “listen! tom was going off script, and i got distracted and it just fell out!”

“she obviously had it on her mind.” tom rubbed his chin, a wide smile. you rolled your eyes and tried to ignore the question. the rest of the interview you felt toms eyes on you, constantly.

at your next conference, the question was brought up many times. “y’know, y/n is a wonderful girl and i would be so grateful to have her as my girlfriend, i’m already grateful to have her as my friend.”

tom defending you sent butterflies to your core, making you grip the chair slightly. “she’s just a great person overall, and having her here next to me is more than i could ever ask for.”

you bit your lip, wanting to jump his bones right then and there. during the interview, you felt tom burning holes into your body with his eyes. god, you needed him.

the wetness between your legs growing and growing. you grew scared to get up, you were scared that there was a wet patch at the back of your dress from how wet you were.

when you two connected eyes, you could tell what he wanted to do. he wanted the exact same thing as you did. once you took in his body, he was covering something on his lap.

you bit your lip and looked at the interviewer, trying to avoid eye contact with tom because you knew if you held it for too long you’d end up fucking him right then and there.

chewing on your lip, you felt toms foot tap yours. you smiled and tapped his back, a small gesture, but it meant everything to you. the small gesture confirmed every question in your head.

tom wanted you, the way you wanted him.

after the interview, you were in your hotel room, taking off your makeup and getting ready to go to bed.

a knock sounded through the room, making you get up and go to get the door. you open it to see tom smirking, roses in his hand. “i thought it was romantic.” he said, handing them to you.

you took them and smiled, kissing his cheek. “thank you tom, they are romantic.” you said, walking away from the door allowing him to walk in. “there’s um.. there’s swimming pool, if you’re interested.”

“it’s closed! it closed an hour ago.” you poured, putting the flowers in a vase. “you can get in anywhere if you’re famous enough.” tom smirked, shaking the keys in front of you.

you bit your lip and looked at him. “i have no—“ you started. tom shook his head and put his hand over your mouth. “bra and panties, i’m wearing my boxers.” he said.

a sigh left your lips before nodding. “let’s go then, hm? you better not disappoint.” you pointed at him, squinting your eyes. tom chuckled, grabbing your finger and pushing it down.

“when have i ever disappointed you?” he asked, acting fake offended. “well.. you aren’t the best kisser.” you lied, walking out with tom, who now had his hand on his chest and his jaw wide.

“i’m not a good kisser? wow.” he shook his head, pushing past you. while he was walking past, his hand landed on your ass, giving it a tight squeeze. you gasped and slapped his hand.

tom bit his tongue as he laughed, making you smile. “little shit! don’t grab my ass.” you shoved his head, walking to the pool with him. tom smiled and started stripping once you two arrived at the pool.

the only light was from the pool, everything else was dark. you watched him pull off his shirt, revealing his tattoos. you bit your lip, looking him up and down.

“you gonna start getting ready to go in too?” tom asked, pulling down his pants. you nodded and started to pull off your shirt. eventually, the both of you were in your undergarments.

tom was the first in, gasping from the cold. “is it cold?” you asked, covering your chest with your arms. “freezing, but you’ll warm up.” tom nodded, pinching his nose.

you sat on the edge, testing the water with your feet. “come ooonnnn, don’t be laaaaaame.” tom pouted, swimming up to you. you shook your head and kicked some water at him.

tom groaned and shook his head. “okay, that does it!” he said in a mocking tone, grabbing your legs and pulling you in. you screamed before being dunked under the water.

you shot up, wiping your eyes and slapping toms chest. “i hate you so much!” you whined, continuing to wipe your eyes. tom pouted and moved your hands, wiping your eyes himself.

when he was finished, he held your face. “i’m sorry, accept my apology?” he asked, his pout growing bigger. you sighed and nodded, shaking your head. tom smiled and moved his hands to your thighs.

you looked into his eyes, confused. tom pushed you against the wall of the pool, holding you against it. you bit your lip, looking into his eyes. tom took a second before leaning in, his lips centimetres away from your lips.

a rush of ecstasy rushed through your body. toms lips pressed against yours, a small sigh leaving your body. tom’s tongue slid into your mouth, your tongues playing with each other.

tom pulled away, his lips travelling down your neck. “i’m gonna make this fast.. and we can continue in your bedroom if you want, okay?” tom whispered, pressing a kiss onto your shoulder.

you nodded and allowed him pull off your panties. tom pulled down his boxers, quickly sliding into you. you gasped, grabbing toms shoulders and pulling him in. “okay, okay, you’re okay.” tom whispered.

you felt yourself slowly stretch around him. tom waited for you, kissing around your body while you two waited. you tapped his shoulder, signalling he could go. tom took the message and started to slowly thrust.

you cried out, tom was barely a second into fucking you and he was already hitting your g-spot. “fuck, tom!” you sobbed, throwing your head back. tom smiled and kissed your neck, marking you.

“you’re doing so good for me, darling, doing so so so well.” he whispered, speeding his the movement of his hips. your hands moved up to his hair, pulling on it roughly.

tom moaned, the noise going straight to your core. “come on, darling, you look so fucking beautiful.” tom mumbled, his hands squeezing your hips. you slowly moved your hips against him, adding more pleasure.

you rolled your eyes to the back of your head as you felt a knot form in the pit of your stomach. “tom! oh god tom!” you cried, pulling on his hair. toms right hand moved down to your clit, rubbing it in tight circles.

this added to the pleasure, sending you over the edge quickly. your eyes were squeezed shut and your legs tightened around toms waist as you released against him.

white flashes appeared in front of your eyes before you calmed down. “fuck, that was so good baby, i just gotta cum and then we can go, okay?” tom assured with you.

he hoped he wasn’t pushing you over the edge too far, so he had to ask before he kept going. you nodded, wrapping your arm around his neck as he started to thrust again.

this time, you started to realise that the water was splashing all over you two, making you both ten times more wet than before. “fuck.. fuck.. fuck!” tom moaned, releasing inside of you.

you sighed and leaned your head back at the feeling of tom releasing inside of you, enjoying it as long as it lasted. “i love you.” tom whispered, his head falling onto your chest.

you smiled and lifted his head. “i love you too.” you said, kissing him softly. tom smiled and pulled away, helping you out of the pool. once you two were dressed, tom carried you bridal style back to your bedroom where you both had the night of your lives.

[lavendertales]

Feel something—Alfie Solomons x maid!f!reader

summary: taking care of Alfie Solomons isn’t an easy task, especially when there are feelings involved.

word count: 3.1k

warnings: some cussing, tension, feeeeeels.

gif: @laurenkmyers​ 

read on AO3

You approach his bedroom with restlessness. The room, you know, is not strictly off-limits. As his maid, you cleaned every nook and cranny of his house in Margate, including his bedroom. But there’s tension to be felt now.

Alfie Solomons is a fascinating man. You are well-aware of his reputation, but the outside world doesn’t have a clue about the man that he is in his private quarters. Granted, you also didn’t have the full overview, given that Alfie took comfort in his privacy, but you had the most internal knowledge.

For some reason, all of the quirks and little oddities that you discovered about him during your first year of employment made him appear quite captivating. Alfie was a man with so much emotional and physical damage that he no longer possessed the capacity to behave like a normal human being. At the end of the day, he was merely a scarred man, tormented by past demons who shunned his own goodness before the world got the chance to steal it from him.

There was good left in Alfie though; he always stocked up on your favorite wine and food, even if it might’ve not been his personal preference. He spoke to you in a kind tone, always considerate towards you.

You knock on the door and you walk in with a vague tremor upon hearing the raspy Come in. You hold your breath, however, when you’re met with the image of Alfie Solomons bathing. You remain trapped by your own thoughts and emotions, unable to move forward.

Upon seeing you, Alfie rises from the tub slightly, eyes widening with shock, feeling the sudden urge to cover himself, only there is no clothing item available nearby. He’s never felt more exposed and vulnerable and he loathes it.

“What d’you suppose you’re doin’ here?” he growls, eyes staring you down in anger and shock, a truly confusing image that you believe you weren’t meant to see.

“I was asked to come find you.”

“At fuckin’ midnight? Who the fuck – “

“Ollie. He was worried about you, and since I am the only one around here with medical expertise, he kindly asked me to clean your wounds.”

Growling is seemingly part of Alfie’s personality, but you don’t mind it one bit. You take it as a defense mechanism and nothing more. You know he’s rough around the edges and cruel when need be, but you know that he would never hurt you, regardless of the circumstances.

“Don’t need no fuckin’ help,” he mutters, seemingly to himself. “Get out.”

You shut the door behind you. “No.”

“No? What’re you gonna do then? Read me bedtime stories of knights and fairies while I sit here, lookin’ like a fuckin’ prune?”

“I need to remove your stitches and treat your wounds. Do you know how to do that yourself?”

Alfie doesn’t respond. Instead, he lowers his head as if in some sort of discomfiture.

“Alright then, do your work, little one,” he agrees.

When you approach the tub, he gulps in fear. He wouldn’t let anyone come that close to him, especially when he is naked and on display. He watches you as you move slowly and gentle, preparing utensils. His body feels numb, as if it isn’t responsive to the image of you making such a fuss over him, moments after moments. All he knows is the intoxicating scent of your body, lingering in the air, paralyzing his body.

“Here’s what’s become of Alfie Solomons, eh?” he says, apparently having another one of his monologues. “Depending on his maid for simplest tasks. Fuckin’ hell.”

“It’s better when someone else does it. More… visibility.”

You hesitate, and you are certain Alfie realizes it too. But he at least has the decency to keep his mouth shut about that.

“How long till I can go back out there?” he asks as you’re still fumbling with your scissors.

“Out there?”

“Don’t pretend you don’t know what I do, sweetie.”

You gulp, trying your best to ignore the fact that he’d gone from calling you little one to sweetie and how it is affecting you.

“Is that what you enjoy doing the most? Killing?”

“Now listen here, what I do ain’t about that, right? It’s – tricky business.”

Alfie is met with silence, which surprises him. The moment your fingertips touch his chest, he holds his breath as you remove the tiny stitches one by one, taking care not to pinch the exposed and wet skin.

“You’re a bold one, aren’t ya?” he asks.

“What do you mean?”

“Lots of people don’t wanna look at me on account of fear.”

“Do I have any reason to be afraid of you?”

Alfie makes a grimace as if to say you can do whatever you want.

“You haven’t given me any reason to be afraid of you,” you tell him, eyes focused on the stitches and trying your darn hardest to not let your sight wander off further at the sturdy chest of this bear of a man.

“You saw me kill,” he seems to test you. “You saw me come in all bloody, fuckin’ clothes torn… you ain’t said a damn word.”

“It’s none of my business. I am only your maid. Am I not, Alfie?”

Alfie is silent, musing and pondering a plethora of topics about which you were blissfully oblivious. You make the ointment while letting yourself a selfish glance at him. Your eyes don’t go below the chest, not even daring to go to his belly, so you only look at his broad shoulders and chest, your mind wandering far off.

But then you falter, and Alfie picks up on it.

“I have to – “you gesture towards the cuts.

You know how much he despises human touch and how unaccustomed he is to anything that isn’t intended to hurt him. He appears bewildered as he glances at you and then swiftly at the cuts, but he nods, indicating that he trusts you. Naturally, Alfie’s first inclination is to push you away, scare you, and overwhelm you, but with time, he grew accustomed to your presence, and you came to understand him on a far deeper level than you had anticipated.

You start cleaning the wounds one by one, expertly and softly, the only sound in the room now becoming Alfie’s heavy breathing, plainly attempting not to move.

“Sit still now,” you whisper.

“It’s no easy job with these fuckin’ cuts over my chest.”

Alfie swears he sees you smile for a split second, but he averts his gaze. He is acutely aware that he is completely naked, and that the most beautiful woman he has ever met is currently massaging a fragrant ointment on his chest without even batting an eyelid. He is shocked by your strength; he has never seen you like this before. You were usually working hard to make his house the cleanest it’s ever been, but today is a different story. It’s been a full year since you started working for him, and the only thing that hadn’t changed was the way he looked at you, something you had never noticed before.

Alfie’s heart is a concoction of pain and shame, and he’s still avoiding your gaze and your exquisite fingers stroking his skin very delicately. He keeps replaying the previous episode in his thoughts until he can scarcely breathe. You addressed him by his first name, as if humanizing him. He feels like you had humanized him, making him feel like a man, not simply a ruthless criminal.

When he feels a damp cloth against his scarred skin, he suppresses a snarl, and his primordial instincts kick in, yelling at him to push you away and intimidate you in any way he can.

But he doesn’t, and you don’t move a single muscle other than your hands. You’re also holding your breath, your heart racing for the man in front of you.

“I know your answer to this, but… these cuts would heal a lot faster if I’d… burn them.”

Alfie meets your eyes, face flushed and teeth ostensibly clenched. “No.”

“Okay.”

After returning home drenched in blood and his clothes burned one evening, Alfie developed a strong dislike to fire. He murmured something about an explosion and “a few cunts who wanted to serve him cold” when you asked him about it. It was all you needed to hear before you realized you’d fallen for him.

You look aside, suddenly flustered, and go about your business. Alfie notices your dissatisfied expression and, despite the fact that he knows you just have the best of intentions, he couldn’t pull it off. He couldn’t face the thought of fire on his skin, the sensation and the scent, but most of all, he couldn’t stand the concept of appearing more vulnerable in front of you, the most beautiful lady he’d ever seen.

Unpredictability and his undeniable passion for you are his two deadliest foes. He wishes to carry his affection down to the grave with him rather than letting it surface. But he can’t deny that it’s true. It is undeniably true, and it is slowly killing him.

He’s also aware of the ramifications, as well as the risks and murmurs that would follow, as well as the looks and stares – despite the fact that he’s never been the kind to give a damn about what’s going on behind – or in front of – him. They did it all the time, after all; but what about you? You have nothing in common with him. You are lovely and gently, and your perfume has become one of his favorites.

“Right, well. You best be on your way now,” Alfie says.

“What?”

His slightly brusque request catches you off guard. You can’t imagine he’d be so enraged by your presence, especially in this situation. He’s never been rough with you, so there’s no reason to believe now –

“Why do you want me out?” you ask, voice coming down with regret.

“You’re a minx, ya know that? A lethal drug of some sort, running through people’s veins till you get them all… fucked up.”

“People?”

Your eyes meet with his, pleading, begging, and Alfie softens under their power. “Under my fuckin’ veins. There you have it.”

You clear your throat, glare shifting to his beard and hands reaching for a sharp object.

“You need your beard trimmed,” is all you say.

Alfie is taken aback by the unfolding of his unusual confession, and he’s even more shook – to put it mildly – by your calm demeanor and natural response to his comments. His throat is unusually dry, and his words, which are typically invaluable in all of his undertakings, have failed him. So he sits motionless in the tub, surrounded by only tepid water, keeping a watchful eye on you.

You approach him again, this time with a pair of scissors in your hand. As two fingers guide his chin, you reposition yourself so that your faces are almost touching, unsteady and warm breaths blowing against each other’s figures. You and Alfie lock eyes before you begin to cut his beard to your greatest ability, all the while leaving Alfie drunk on you.

Your presence is the most pleasant constant in his life. When you’re around, he always feels better. As your fingers brush against his face, goosebumps tingle your skin. Alfie is hardly aware that he is holding his breath and possibly becoming blue. Regardless of how hard he tried, he couldn’t care less.

He only notices when he exhales hard, prompting you to come to a halt and cup his cheek, as if your hand had its own mind. Alfie draws away from his own fingers as they flirt with the prospect of touching your bare wrist. He remembers who he is and how terrible he must appear, and the self-loathing begins all over again.

“I’m almost done,” you tell him reassuringly.

Alfie mutters something, in Yiddish you reckon, allowing you to continue nonetheless. Even though he is painfully conscious of his shattered nature and face, he can’t get over how delicate your touch is, how simple it is for him to rest under your care.

“You best not be doing this for pity, luv,” he warns you.

“I’m not offering you that.”

Alfie fights the urge to ask you what you are offering otherwise because it is killing him as it is. He doubts he could handle a proper answer from you.

“There you go,” you say rather proudly, inspecting his face. “Just as handsome.”

Alfie had stopped grooming his beard for a reason. He hoped it would divert attention away from his damaged face. He didn’t dislike it personally, but on days like today, in intimate moments like the one he now spends with you, he is acutely aware that his appearance has faded, replaced by some half-dead lookalike.

“I asked for no pity,” he says, fingers wrapped around your wrist.

Heart in your throat, you gulp. “And I am not giving you that.”

“Then… what are you giving me?”

He’d gone ahead and asked you that anyway. He supposes he could be considered a masochist in many ways, for there was no sweeter torture than you.

“Whatever you need,” you reply breathless. “Whatever you want.”

“You’d be willin’ to give everything you got for a man like myself?”

“Seems like the safest option.”

His gaze is fixed on you now. Your stomach twists at the sight, and you dare to believe for a fleeting minute that he’s thinking the same way you are. You look aside in shame when you discover he’s rubbing his hands together near his belly button, much to your astonishment.

“You, luv, fuckin’ consume me.”

You stare at him, wide-eyed and out of breath, astounded. The silence is deafening, and it makes your stomach turn. You can’t think of anything to say to him, at least nothing that makes sense.

You doubt you could begin to put into words how you feel about him.

You feel compelled to cup his cheeks, but Alfie catches your wrist with a gentler touch than any you’ve ever experienced. You swallow a gasp as your gaze returns to his.

“Burn the cuts,” he mutters.

“Are you sure? It will hurt.”

Alfie gulps, prompting you to move closer to touch his cheek with your fingers. It’s your first time seeing him up close, and you’re struck by how soft and warm he is. His scar on his face seems to have vanished. You think he’s more ruggedly attractive now than before.

Hearing him address you by your first name causes you to shiver slightly. You can’t help yourself when he says it with such nervousness and fear; you can’t stand the emotional barrier between you two any longer.

You push your lips against his, his scrawny beard brushing against your chin, but it’s Alfie’s still wet palm delicately touching the back of your neck as he draws you in, brushing your hair off your shoulder, that makes you shake and feel tingly all over. You hadn’t expected him to know how to react to a proper kiss – he had to be very touch-starved after all those years in the business.

“You sure know how to prepare a man for pain.”

You smile, accepting his strange idea of a compliment, and, with steady hands, you rush to prepare the hot steel. You falter yet again, but see no objection from Alfie’s side now.

“Do it now before I change my mind,” he warns you.

You nod along, and Alfie takes your arm firmly but not violently, much to your dismay. You both take a deep breath and quickly apply the hot iron to the first cut you notice. When he grunts and curses under his breath, trying as hard as he can to not shout or force you away, your face squirms in anguish as well.

“I’m sorry! I know it hurts, it’ll be over soon, I promise!”

“Fuckin’ hell it hurts, FUCK – “

“I know, I know… I’m sorry! It’ll be just a moment longer, just a little longer, I promise…”

Alfie continues to groan, taking deep breaths in and out to stop his whining. His hold tightens slightly, but you maintain your composure. You imagine he’s going through hell, and you wish you could make things easier for him.

You do your best to speed the process as much as you can, finally rubbing ointment on his chest over the freshly closed wounds, feeling the leftover heat still on the tip of your fingers.

“It’s done. I’m done,” you keep saying. “I’m sorry.”

You look at his face, which is covered in sheer misery, but you think you see a glimmer of melancholy in his eyes. You put away the utensils and the small containers as soon as you finish with the ointment, brushing your hands through his slightly wet hair.

“You did really well,” you encourage him.

God, how come you’ve never noticed how emerald green his eyes are?

Alfie does not blink as he stares at you in awe. He can barely breathe, his breaths thick with a mixture of anguish and dread, but he also feels a grief that he can’t place. He realizes that the sensation of your skin on his is all he cares about.

“Did you only kiss me to ease the pain?” his husky voice inquires.

You waver, though the answer doesn’t require much thinking at all. “Partially.”

Alfie cocks his head and fixes you with his eyes, sadness fading away.

“Partially, you say.”

“I should… let you finish your bath and… let you rest.”

He grabs your wrist again, gulping in a very obvious way. There’s hesitation on both your part, the shy kind that managed to bring down even the strongest man.

“I’m sorry about the fire.”

“I’d let you burn me a thousand times over, luv. It’d hurt less than seeing you walk away.”

Taken aback by the rather flirty confession, your cheeks get flushed right away; you unconsciously lick your lips and smile gallantly.

“Can you do it again?” he pleads.

“Do what?”

He smirks at you, eyes sparking with playfulness. Then of course you get it.

“Oh,” you offer a faint smile.

You brush your lips against his, the kiss deepening in a matter of seconds. Your tongues waltz passionately together, and you lose yourself in the moment, completely ignoring Alfie’s arms wrapping around your torso and pulling you into the tub with him.

You stare up at Alfie, your heart skipping several beats inside your chest, your clothes now soaked and adhering to your body, leaving little to the imagination.

“Like I said… you fuckin’ consume me, luv.”

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Eddie Brock X Reader: When you love something, you protect it.

You didn't know Eddie for a long time but in the time that you did you’d gotten close. The two of you had met at a bar and had hit it off right away. You were a welcome surprise for Eddie. He needed more friends. Normal friends. Ones that didn't share his body with him or talk to him inside his head. And you were just that. A normal human being like Eddie. Well, like he had been before he’d met Venom.

You didn't know about Venom. Eddie thought that was a sort of weird thing to just spring on someone. Anne had reacted well because she knew him, but you’d only been with him for a couple of weeks. Despite that Eddie felt a real connection to you. So, consequently Venom did as well. They did share the same well… everything with each other. But Venom was impatient. Every time you were around them Venom seemed to linger in Eddie's mind a little bit more, his voice echoing inside Eddie's skull and driving him crazy.

Tell her

Shut up

Tell her about us

I said shut up!

“Eddie are you okay?”

“Yeah, just uhm thinking.”

“Want to talk about it?”

Yes

“No, it's okay.”

Coward

Eddie shook his head at Venom's words, pushing his hands into his pockets as he walked beside you. You started noticing that he was acting weird around you the more you two hung out, but you pushed it aside not wanting to upset him with your pestering. If he wanted to tell you he would. The two of you turned a corner stumbling through the streets. You hated walking at night but the bar you and Eddie went to was so close to your apartment complex that it would be ridiculous to get a cab. Eddie could have offered to take you on his bike, but he knew that would mean the two of you would get to your destination faster. Which consequently meant less time alone with you. It was selfish of him, but he couldn't help it. He wanted to spend as much time with you as he could.

You inched closer to him as the two of you entered and alleyway, your hands going to wrap around his arm. You did it every time the two of you moved away from the well light streets and more into the dark crevices of the city. It made you feel safe knowing he was next to you. And it did wonders to Eddie's confidence. You didn't know that, of course. You never noticed the way Eddie chest would puff out slightly when you’d latch onto him, the need to look tough overtaking him. Not that he needed to look tough. He had Venom after all. But you didn't know about the symbiote yet.

You’d gone down this path a million times and nothing ever happened but the fear that this time something would was always on your mind. Eddie’s hand wrapped around your arm, making you look up at him. He smiled down at you giving your arm a reassuring squeeze. You grinned at him, wrapping yourself tighter around his forearm as you walked. You were close to the end of the alleyway. You could see the bright light of the street lamp up ahead. Relief washed over you as you glanced at the cars rushing past on the street ahead, but it was sort lived.

You didn’t know where he’d come from. Perhaps he’d been hiding behind the dumpster, but it didn't matter. It didn't change anything knowing where he’d sprung out of. All you cared about was the feeling of the blade on your side. Eddie felt your grip on him, his feet stopping once he noticed something was wrong. He looked at you, his eyes finding the scared expression on your features before they fell on the twisted smile of the robber.

“Give me you shit, or this pretty thing gets cut.”

You let out a whimper at the threat, your hands releasing Eddie's arm so he could reach for his wallet. The robber pulled you closer to him as Eddie moved to face the two of you, his hands raised in surrender. His mind was racing with millions of thoughts. Venom's voice came in louder than usual, and Eddie almost flinched at the volume.

He's hurting her

Yeah, I know

He's a bad guy. You said I could eat the bad guys.

I know but you’ll scare her.

Look at her Eddie. She's already scared

Venom was right, you looked absolutely terrified. Eddie called out your name, making you look into his eyes.

“It's going to be alright. I promise.”

“Hurry up dude, I'm getting impatient.”

“Fine, you asked for it.”

You watched as Eddie disappeared into a mass of black slime. Your eyes widened as Venom revealed himself to you. His white eyes stared into your attacker before he lunged at him, causing the man to release you. You stumbled backwards, falling onto the floor as you watched the man get lifted into the air.

“No one hurts her and lives. No one.”

Venoms deep voice entered your ears as he gestured to you with his head. The robber looked at you momentarily before glancing at the beast that held him.

“I'm sorry man, I won’t do it again, I swear!”

“Too late.”

Venoms mouth opened revealing a sharp seat of teeth as he swallowed the man down. You put your hands over your face, listening to the sick squelching sound that Venom made when he finished his meal. You were shaking slightly as you whispered to yourself.

“It's not real, it's not real.”

You felt a pair of hands wrap around you, making you uncover your eyes. You were greeted with Eddies concerned expression. You lunged at him, your hands wrapping around his frame as you tried to calm down. Eddie's large hands made their way to your back soothing you.

“I want to go home. Please, Eddie. Take me home.”

“Okay, let's get you home.”

Eddie’s hands lifted you off the ground, his hands going around your legs as he guided them to wrap around his waist. You did as he motioned, clinging to him like a monkey.

The walk back was quick. Eddie moved as fast as he could, wanting to get you somewhere you felt safe as soon as possible. Once you’d gotten to your door, you’d let go of Eddie, rummaging into your purse in search of your keys. Your hands where still shaking a bit as you tried to place them inside the keyhole, causing Eddie to wrap his hand around yours. He guided your hand gently allowing you to open the door. You didn't let go of his hand as you entered your apartment, moving to the kitchen. You grabbed a glass of water chugging it down before placing the empty glass down. Eddie watched you get to the sink and wash your face. Once you were done you leaned against the counter with a sigh.

“Did I drink something before we left?”

“What?”

“I must of have drank something. That’s the only possible explanation for what I saw.”

You chewed at you lip waiting for Eddie to answer but he just stared at you.

“You didn't drink anything.”

“Well then I'm crazy.”

“You’re not crazy.”

“Well then how the hell did I see the goop creature?” Goop creature?

Not now Venom

“I think you should sit down.”

“No, screw that. You know something Eddie and you better tell me right fucking now.”

Eddie nodded at you, taking a deep breath in before letting Venom take the wheel.

“Don’t worry he won’t hurt you.”

“What the hell are you-”

Before you could finish speaking Eddie had morphed into a mass of black goo. You watched it grow, hands gripping onto the counter as you looked up. Venom looked down at you, a grin on his features.

“Hello pretty girl.”

You gripped the handle of a knife bringing it in front of you as you stared at the creature.

“What did you do to Eddie?”

Venom let out a chuckle as he looked down at you weapon. He could fold the knife in half with his fingers but he admired you courage.

“Feisty.”

“What did you do to my Eddie?”

Eddie's heart skipped a beat when he heard you say the words ‘my Eddie’ and Venom felt it.

“Our Eddie is fine.”

“Let me see him.”

“Anything for you.”

With that Venom shifted back into Eddie. You looked at him as he smiled sheepishly. The hand that held the knife lowered a bit only to be raised again when Venom's head appeared near Eddie's body.

“Hey, it's okay. He won't do anything.”

“He? What the hell is he?”

“This is Venom.”

The symbiote nodded his head at you.

“Okay and what is Venom?”

“He’s an alien.”

“And he is... um, inside you?”

“We are one.”

“What does that mean?”

“We feel what the other feels and thinks. Eddie thinks you look very pretty but he is too much of a coward to say it.”

“Dude!”

“Is it true?”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“No?”

“I mean yes, you look very pretty. You are very pretty! But I'm not a coward, I was just waiting for the right time.”

“He is a coward. He never stops thinking about you.”

“Venom shut it!”

You laughed at their bickering, causing them to look at you. You smiled at their expressions, moving to stick out your hand to Venom. The symbiote looked at your hand before he made a black tentacle come out from Eddies frame. You let out a little gasp as the cold slime wrapped around your hand. You shook it, laughing a little at how ridiculous this all was.

“Nice to meet you, Venom. Sorry about being scared. I've just never met anything like you before. It caught me off guard.”

“We would never hurt you.”

You smiled at the alien as he retracted the tentacle from your hand.

“Thank you. For earlier, I mean.”

The symbiote nodded at you before seeping into Eddie. You let out a small yawn, everything that had happened finally getting to you. Eddie noticed your sleepy look taking it as a sign it was time for him to go. He walked towards the door ready to open it when you called out his name. He turned to face you, watching as you fiddled with your hands.

“Yeah?”

“Do you think you could stay with me? Just for tonight.”

You sounded like a little kid, but you didn't care. You were still a little shook up from the night's earlier events. You wanted to feel safe. You felt safe with Eddie and now that you knew he had Venom with him, you felt even safer. Eddie looked at you, a small smile forming on his lips as he left the door, making his way to you.

Once both of you had showered and you’d changed into your pajamas (Eddie settled for his shirt and boxers since he didn't have clothes at your place) the two of you made your way into your bed. You snuggled into Eddie's body, enjoying the heat that radiated from him. Eddie's hand went around your shoulder tugging you more into him. You raised your head off his chest pushing yourself up so that your face was closer to his. You smiled at his quizzical gaze, giving him a peck on the cheek before moving to your prior position.

“Goodnight, Eddie.”

“Goodnight.”

You felt something wrapped around your waist making you look down to find one of Venom's tentacles around you. You let out a laugh.

“Goodnight to you too Venom.”

“Good night pretty girl.”

You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath in as you relaxed into a peaceful sleep. You knew nothing was going to get to you as long as they were here. Your very own protectors.

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More Than Friends

Eddie Brock X Venom X Arli (FemOC)

***SMUT***

A/N: Hi guys I hope you all having a good week so far and finally Finally I got to do my first ever One-Shot with our sweet adorable softie Eddie Brock and our cute and scary Venom. This idea for this fun and yet adorable short story just came out of nowhere because I've been watching short clips of both Venom and Venom 2. So I said why not do a short story about Eddie and my new character Arli? And here are the final results of this new and fluffy story of Eddie, Venom, and Arli. Again thank you guys so much for liking and leaving comments on my latest post the prompt I did on Alfie again I appreciate it so much. As always guys please comment, reblog, and follow my blog it'll mean so much for both the page and for me thank you every single one of you for following and liking. Once again guys enjoy this new trio and catch you guys later. See Ya!!!

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WARNING 18+!!!: Fluff, Cuteness, Lots, Lots, of SMUT, SMUT!!!(Alien Sex)

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Eddie was the person who one should say they are lucky to have as a friend. And Arli was grateful to be one of those people since both had each other’s back, besides Eddie being some sort of a hero around San Francisco. They both go way back to when they were both around their teens and, of course, before the whole Carlton Drake and Eddie becoming Venom’s hoist for the first time. Eddie and Arli clicked in an instant when they both had to do a science project; mostly the work was done by Arli. But Eddie did the talking when it was time for them to present their project and they ended up getting an A+ thanks to Arli being smarty pants.

“See, I told you we would nail that project,” Eddie said once they got out of school, when Arli gave him a punch on his right arm. “OWW Arli, what the hell, what did I say?”

“That’s for leaving me hanging on the rest of the project and doing the entire work, you butthead. You owe me a chocolate bar for sure,” she said, sticking her tongue playfully out towards Eddie, which he shrugged off.

“Yeah, yeah sure, but hey I am a good talker, aren’t I? And ok, you’re right, I’m sorry I should have helped you. I promise on the next project we will do it together, I’ll do the work and you will do the talking. Deal?” He said, giving her a playful wink and cheeky smile her way, which she just chuckled and shook her head.

“Gosh, Eddie, you are something you know that, right? Remind me again why we are friends again. Oh right, because we are both shy, lazy, quiet, and anti-social, which overall makes us weirdly enough to be here right now in front of each other. How can you explain that genius?” Arli said, crossing her arms together, giving an arched eyebrow at Eddie saying “I don’t know” and shrugging his shoulders at the same time.

They both laughed as both teens walked their way towards their homes, playfully nudging each other’s arms to each other.

After they both reached high school 4 years later, they both couldn’t help but not be away from each other for at least an hour. They were like fire and ice and most of the time during lunch and after school, they would always be with each other. Arli found some friends along the way in her classes, but mostly, it wasn’t really as much fun as when she was with Eddie. He found some guy friends, but he also found nothing fun when he was around “the boys”. Usually, his friends would mostly talk about which chick was the hottest in school, the school’s football team, ditching school, etc. Well, the ditching part was the only thing that Eddie enjoyed more, but after that, it was boring. So what he would sometimes do is make up an excuse to get away from his friends and instead go hang out with Arli. Luckily enough, he would find her in the school’s library, spending most of her time reading books of any kind. Eddie would make fun of her for being such a bookworm and a nerd, while Arli would playfully hit him with whatever book she would be reading.

“What the fuck can you quit doing that? First it was the punches to the arm and now you hit me with books? Why are you so sensitive, R?” He said, trying his best to keep his voice down while the librarian in front of them was typing on the computer.

Arli just giggled under her breath while she went back to reading her book. Eddie, meanwhile, was doing his best to focus on doing his homework, which was giving him a hard time. Most of the work was from his English literature class, where he never really pays a lot of attention. He had never enjoyed reading books ever since middle school, seeing that it seemed pointless to do. But mostly he hated to spend some nights doing useless and pathetic essays that he also saw as a waste of time. 

“For fuck’s sake, I got to read 3 chapters on this dumb book and write at least a paragraph for each chapter and its due tomorrow. God, I hate literature,” he said, letting his head fall flat on top of his notebook as he heard Arli chuckle at his silly behavior.

“Wow, Eddie, you give up easily, don’t you? And come on, cheer up books aren’t all that terrible, sometimes they are fun to read. It just depends on what genre you’re reading. Hey and that reminds me, come with me. I think you might like this part of the library. Follow me,” Arli said, closing her book and shoving it into her backpack while Eddie let out a small groan as he lazily got on his feet as he as well put his stuff inside his backpack and followed her lead.

As they made their way upstairs, she stopped for a moment, making sure they weren’t being watched. She then grabbed Eddie’s right hand as they entered some staircases that lead upstairs to the top of the building. 

“Arli, we’re not supposed to be in here. Let’s go back before we get in trouble,” Eddie said, not liking where this is going.

“No, we’re not Brock, don’t be such a scary cat. Come on, follow me. It’s not too long from here,” she said as she made her way up the stairs while Eddie just let out a loud sigh as he still followed her lead.

Once they got to the top, there was another door in front of them, and without pausing for a second. Arli then opened the door while Eddie breathed heavily for some air.

“Jesus… Arli… what the… why did you… bring me up here for?” He said between breaths, placing his hands on top of his bent knees while Arli just laughed at him.

“Why Eddie? Well, therefore I wanted to bring you up here,” Arli said as she pointed out into the distance Eddie then looked up to see an outstanding view in front of him. 

“Holy shit,” he said as he walked his way by Arli’s side as they saw a beautiful sunset setting behind some buildings of San Francisco while the soft cool wind blew across their faces. 

Arli smiled as she closed her eyes, extending her arms open wide, feeling the warm sun against her body. Eddie saw what she was doing, making him smile at the sight of her best friend. Arli then relaxed her arms and as she opened her eyes, she then sat carefully down on the edge. She then looked back at Eddie as she patted on the brick cement, gesturing for him to sit next to her. 

“You know I’m not good with heights,” he said as he felt his hands tremble while breathing softly in and out of his nostrils. 

Arli then got on her feet, making her way towards Eddie, placing her small tender hands on top of his. This made him feel calmer once he felt Arlie touch his large hands. 

“Just don’t think too much about it, ok? Here we will walk slowly and keep your eyes on me. You trust me, don’t you?” She said reassuringly as he nodded his head “yes,” as he did what he was told. 

Before long, they both then sat on the edge of the building as Arli then air kicked her feet. While Eddie had his legs crisscrossed together while resting his elbows on top of his knees. 

“Man, if only I could just stay up here forever, you know? Feeling and smelling that fresh air of freedom, not giving a damn about nothing else but feeling relaxed, and just… god it’s just so peaceful up here,” she said while she continued to kick her feet in mid-air as Eddie nodded his head in agreement at what Arli said.

“Yeah, me too, you got nothing else to worry about but just feel unruffled. That’s another word for at peace,” Eddie said, trying to show off his vocabulary advances in front of her face. 

“Oh ha ha, hilarious Brock. I thought you said you hated literature and reading books. So why are you trying to sound so innovative?” Arli said, also trying to sound better than her best friend.

“Ummm… ok, what type of word did you use in that last sentence? Because that is a word that I haven’t heard of until you said it right now. You're smarter and fucking better than me. I give you that much,” he said, feeling mentally defeated while making Arli chuckle at this.

“Hehe, thanks for noticing, but seriously, I would stay up here for the rest of my life if I had the chance. But sadly, that can’t be possible even if it was,” she said, letting out a small sigh as the sun now set lower behind the city. 

Eddie eyed her sideways, seeing that sad expression form on her face. He then lightly placed his left hand on top of her hand, making Arli look in his direction.

“If you had lived up here since the beginning, I would have never met a bright, lovely person such as you in my life. I wouldn’t be here next to you if it wasn’t for you R. I’m just happy and grateful to call you my best friend,” Eddie said, giving her a smile while she returned that same expression. “Well, if it wasn’t for that science project back in middle school. I wouldn’t have met that shy, quiet, anti-social but explosive fun kid. That went by the name of Eddie Brock or B for short. I am also grateful and lucky to call you my best friend also,” said Arli, making Eddie’s cheeks blush hard red.

They sat there for another good hour as they saw the city light in the dark of night. Eddie could then feel Arli’s headrest up against his left arm. As she wrapped her right arm around his forearm, Eddie didn’t want to disrupt her sleep if he moved an inch. Meanwhile, he felt this tiny spark that lit up inside of him having to embrace this moment with Arli. Not wanting to ruin this memory with her while he still looked at the view ahead of him. Thinking and wondering what the future would be like for them. Arli would be there with him and she would have his back like how that saying goes. 

“Best friends until the very end, no matter what.” 

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5 Years Later: Winter 

“Eddie, Eddie, how about that one right there?” Venom said, shifting Eddis’s head to look at another diamond ring that caught Venom’s eyes.

“V, how about I make the choices here first and you can choose the next place we will go, ok?” he said under his breath, not wanting anybody else to think he was talking to “himself.”

“Hmmm… ok, but I will get a better gift than you will. What is so important for us being in this place anyway?” said Venom, sounding annoyed and not understanding why such a small thing could be so important to Eddie.

“Because it’s something that I have been wanting to do for so long since I and Arli have been friends for so long. And I think now it’s a good time to ask her to be more than my best pal and girlfriend. That is why it’s essentially important why we are here,” Eddie said while he still looked around to find the best ring to buy and get for Arli, hoping it wasn’t too much when he would ask her to be his fiance.

It was nerve-wracking when Eddie asked her to be his girlfriend for the first time. But to his surprise, Arli also had a lot of feelings for him all along since they graduated from high school. She also was afraid and shy to tell Eddie about how much he meant to her. But once he first asked her, Arli, then said yes, and they have been together ever since that day. And that is when the whole mess of Carlton Drake and The Life Foundation happened after they became boyfriend and girlfriend. Until now, Arli and Eddie have stuck with each other even though Venom was part of the relationship. They would always have fun whenever they felt like running around the city at night. Which Arli enjoyed the most while feeling the fresh cold air while Venom would run and jump on top of the buildings.

An hour went by, as both Eddie and Venom made their way out of the jewelry store, feeling the cold chilly wind blowing across his body. 

“Now is it my turn to choose what I want to get for Ali now?” Venom said, sounding eager to choose the best gift to give to Arli.

“V, I told you so many times it’s pronounced Arli, not Ali. There’s an R after the A and yes, we’re getting there. Either way, what type of gift are you going to get her that’s way better than the ring I got for her?” Eddie said, making his way towards Mrs. Chen’s liquor store to 

“Hi Eddie, hey Venom.” she said, greeting them both as she heard the bell chime from the entrance.

“Why are we stopping by Mrs. Chen’s place?” said Venom said as he made his way to get some drinks from the large glass fridges 

“I got to get some drinks for me and Arli and this is the place where she likes to get them the most,” he said as he got two large red wine bottles out of the fridge.

“Why do they look so red? Don’t tell me, is it blood? Are we going to drink blood with some delicious raw meat with it,” said Venom which Eddie just rolled his eyes at the comment that the symbiote just said. 

“Don’t be so stupid. You know what this is already, so don’t pretend that you don’t know what wine is,” he said, making his way towards Mrs. Chen behind the cash register.

“Hmmm, you getting the fancy stuff I see you got any plans you doing tonight Eddie?” she said before Eddie can answer her Venom then pops his head out from announcing the biggest announcement.

”Eddie is going to propose to Arli tonight, which I find it pathetic but he says it’s very important to him,” Venom said, making Mrs. Chen arched an eyebrow towards the slimy creature in Eddie’s direction.

“Wait, you're talking about your best friend and girlfriend from high school you told me before? Awww, Eddie, that’s great, so what made you have the guts to want to propose to her now more than the other time?” Mrs. Chen said, giving Eddie a cheeky smile, making him feel embarrassed and warm from his cheeks.

“Well… it’s just… she’s just special to me, you know, and I thought since we have been friends for so long. I just caught so many feelings for her after we both went to different colleges. I’ve liked her more than just a friend and now, I thought that tonight is the night and moment I ask her to be mine. But I don’t know how she will react to this since I’ve been thinking about this for a while,” he said, recalling the times he had so many chances in wanting to ask her to be his wife but was terrified to do it.

“Eddie, I know she will say yes, just be yourself, and take deep breaths. The things you have told me about her, she sounds like a keeper. So don’t mess it up,” she said with a sharp finger, pointing at him while he gave her a thumbs up. 

“I won’t promise, and speaking of which, look at this beauty,” Eddie said, talking out the small black square box that had the lovely sterling silver ring with a big blue diamond in the middle of everything else.

“Well, well, Eddie, she is a lucky girl, but I wish a lot of happiness and luck for the both of you. You have a good night Eddie and say hi to Arli for me,” Mrs. Chen said, handing over the two bottles to him, which he smiled in return.

“Thank you and believe me, she is a keeper.”

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“When is she coming already, Eddie? I am starving,” Venom said, sounding desperate as he flipped through the many channels on the TV. 

“She’ll be here any minute. Calm down man, it’s not like it’s the end of the world. And can you choose a channel already? You’ve been changing one channel to another for the past 30 minutes already,” he said as he looked at his wristwatch, seeing that it was 10:30 P.M. which she normally doesn’t come back home late at these hours.

Eddie prepared a nice steak with some potatoes and some fresh broccoli on the side for dinner, which was Arli’s favorite dish to eat. The table was set nicely while white candles were lit in the middle while some soft music played in the background. Before he felt he was about to pass out on sleep, the front door of the place they shared opened up. Venom then made Eddie get on his feet in a swift, making him curse out for a moment.

“There she is, Eddie’s beautiful soon-to-be wife,” Venom said as Arli was busy taking her boots off until she noticed the scene in front of her.

“What the… Eddie, what happened here? Is this some sort of fancy thing you cooped yourself up with Venom or you got yourself a raise at the new job you got?” she jokingly said, giving Eddie a big hug as they both kissed each other on the lips.

Eddie could feel her cold, small, thin lips against his while they continued to share a long, tender kiss. They then parted away from each other as she nuzzled her nose against his, making each other chuckle.

“Welcome home baby, and surprise from us to you,” he said as he gave another kiss on top of her forehead. 

“Awww, you guys are so sweet. So what made you and Venom make the place look intriguing and that smell? Is that cherry blossom?” Arli said as she sniffed the fresh, pleasing scent in the air.

“I, I just wanted to make something special tonight for you and me, and no, I didn’t get a raise, but I wish I did. But that don’t matter what’s more important is that I made your favorite dish and I’m pretty sure you are dying to eat already. So what do you say, baby, care to join me?” he said as he raised his hand towards her, which she took with a small chuckle coming out of her.

“So, when can we have chocolate? And do you have the ring with you? I hope you do because if you don’t you will look foolish in front of Arli if you won’t have it”

“V, can you shut the hell up while we have dinner, please?”

“Hehe, what is Venom saying now, baby? Let me guess, he wants chocolate again?” Arli said as she sat on her chair while Venom, like a gentleman, used one of his tentacles to gently push Arli forward towards the table. 

Eddie then sat on his chair while Venom aggressively shoved Eddie forward towards the table. Almost knocking out Eddi’s and Arli’s dinner off the table made her giggle as she shook her head at the same time.

“Wow Venom, you’re being so nice and a gentleman tonight. I wonder why you both are acting like this tonight?” Arli said as she cut her steak into small pieces. 

“Do you want me to tell her, or are you going to pussy out on this one again?” Venom mockingly said while Eddie bit his lips together in frustration, trying his best to not lose his cool.

“No, well sorry, I meant to say that yea me and V made a deal that we just wanted to surprise you. Just you know I just want you to feel special tonight and well I got a surprise soft you too. But Venom wants to give him before mine,” Eddie said, shifting himself under his chair, feeling the small square box on the side of his right pocket.

“You guys are too much already and hehe Venom has a gift for me too? How exciting I wonder what it is?” Arli said as she took a bite of her steak while Eddie nodded his head.

“Pussy.” 

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Once dinner was over, Venom then took out his gift from the fridge. It was a full fudge chocolate cake with some strawberries on top, placing it in front of Eddie and Arli on top of the table.

“Ta-da! This is my gift from me to you Arli, now let’s eat it,” Venom said as he cut an enormous piece of the cake with the kitchen knife, devouring his piece in one go.

“Hehe Venom, you’re so sweet and my favorite flavor of cake chocolate thank you V,” she said as she placed a small kiss against the symbiote’s left cheek, making the creature blush.

“Now it’s Eddie’s turn to give you his gift. Go on then if you are brave to do so,” He said while Eddie gave him an annoyed sideways gaze at him, wanting to slap him hard across the face. 

Before Eddie could say his next words, he then grabbed Arli’s hands in his as they stood up on their feet.

“Arli baby, I want to say first that you have been the best friend and girlfriend that I have ever met in my life. And I want to say thank you for being here with me from the very beginning,” he said, raising her hands and placing small kisses on top of them, making her smile bigger than before. “Come with me. I want to give you my gift in the bedroom.”

“Ok, you lead the way, my sweet boy,” she said as they made their way to the bedroom where they both shared.

“But I need you to close your eyes first before we go in, ok? Do you trust me?” He said as he still held onto her hands while she let out a chuckle.

“Hehe, I remember I told you that when we were up that building back in high school. You are a very funny babe and I do trust you very much, love. So lead the way and surprise me,” she said, still with a big smile on her face.

“Yeah right? And good baby, now can you close you’re for me, please? I’ll let you know when to open them,” he said as Arli then closed her eyes while Eddie took out the black square box with the ring inside it.

“Do you want me to open the door?” Venom asked while he whispered a quick “yes,” which Venom then used one of his tentacles to open the door for Eddie and Arli. 

Eddie took Arli’s hands, guiding her inside the dimly lit room while her eyes were closed shut. As they made it inside, Venom, then closed the door with his tentacle as Eddie felt nervous about what he was about to ask her next.

“Can I open my eyes now, Eddie?” Arli said as she clasped her hands together in front of her, while Eddie then got himself on one knee holding the box between his hands.

“No, not yet, babe. I want to say before you open your eyes, I love you so, so much. And I want to continue being your loving boyfriend and you continue being my girl,” he said as he caressed the little box with his fingers, feeling his heart pumping fast as he continued talking. “I would be the happiest man alive if you took this special gift and asked you if you… you would.”

“Go on Eddie, just like Mrs. Chen said she is a keeper, and just be yourself. She will say yes,” Venom said as Eddie then opened the small box and prepared to say the next words that would come out of his mouth.

“Arli my baby girl, would you be my wife forever?” he said, which made Arli gasp as she now slowly opened her eyes to see Eddie kneeling before her, seeing the small black box that contained the ring inside.

She noticed that they also decorated the room with some red and white candles while the bed had two bouquets of roses. And in between the flowers was a medium size black box with a nice dark blue bow on the top. She then looked back at Eddie fearfully, anticipatingly waiting for Arli’s reply.

“Is that the face of disappointment or excitement?” Venom then said this Eddie felt more anxious waiting to see what Arli would say about his proposal.

“Eddie, baby, this… this such all such a big shocker. I… I don’t know what to say to this love. This is so, so gorgeous. I love it and yes, I do so deeply want to be yours forever, Eddie Brock,” Arli said, can’t help holding back the smile and excitement building inside of her.

Eddie felt his heart relax as he let out a small chuckle that he was holding back all this time. He then stood up on his feet as he wrapped his enormous arms around her as he lifted her off the floor, twirling her around in 360.

“Haha, babe put me down please we might fall together,” she said as she continued to giggle as he then steadily placed her down on the bed next to her roses and gift.

“So it was the face of excitement. I knew that all along,” Venom said as Eddie then placed the ring on her finger, which fit perfectly as he hoped it would be.

“Yes V, it was the beautiful face of exhilaration,” Eddie said, caressing Arli’s hand, seeing the bright diamond ring on her finger as they kissed once again on the lips. 

They parted their lips away as Eddie handed over Arli’s gift, which she took with that bright smile she had on her face. She then untied the small bow from the top and in seconds took the lid off. 

“Eddie, you didn’t have to,” she said as she took out a 5 book set box of her favorite horror author. 

“You would always talk about this author so much that I got you this collection set. Do you like it, baby?”

“Like it? Babe, I Love It!!! Thank you so, so much and thank you Venom. You two are the best that I could ask for,” she said as she hugged Eddie around his neck as he placed a kiss on the side of her left cheek.

“Awww, she is cute. I might feel like I might cry,” Venom said as he turned Eddie’s left arm into his arm while hugging her and Eddie tightly between the three.

“I’m glad you loved them, my Arli. I’m happy that you loved everything that we gave you,” Eddie said, giving her another kiss on her cheek.

Arli leaned back as she placed the box set back into the box, setting it down on the carpet. She then grabbed the two bouquets of roses and settling them down with the box. She then placed a hard and soft kiss on Eddie’s plump lips, making him laid back on the soft white bed. Arli then let out a small moan between their lips as their tongue twirled lovingly. Eddie unbuttoned Arli’s black long blouse while their kiss continued. 

“Your so fucking hot baby, how did I get this lucky with you?” Eddie said as he kissed the side of her neck, making her moan out loud.

Arli helped Eddie get her blouse off from her, showing her dark red bra in front of him.

”Eddie, are you and Arli going to… do it again?” Venom nervously said, but Eddie didn’t listen to him as he was busy leaving a small hickey on Arli’s soft neck.

Eddie then squeezed her butt cheeks while kissing her between her tits Arli bit her bottoms lips at this reaction. 

“Baby, stop your teasing… make me your little slut tonight,” she said, as she helped Eddie take off his long sleeve gray shirt, revealing his muscular body in front of her. 

“Oh yeah? Do you want to talk dirty and make you be my naughty girl too? Alright baby, I’ll make you into one then. Get in your back,” he said as Arli got on her back while Eddie then undid her dark red bra, releasing her small and fleshy breasts. 

“I like when you let out her boobies. They always look yummy,” said Venom as Eddie then took in her right nipple as he playfully teased her left breast.

“Ohh fuck baby… hmmm yea,” Arli moaned feeling his teeth lightly biting and nibbling her right breast while he continued playing with her left breast.

He then made his way down to her stomach while caressing her right breast. He then unbuttoned her black jeans until he noticed Venom’s head popping out from him. 

“Guys… is it ok if I could join in?" Venom asked shyly. Arli then looked at Eddie, wondering if he felt comfortable if the black symbiote should join.

“V, if you want to join in with me and Eddie, you are more than welcome, just as long as you feel comfortable. I don’t want to see you do something that you don’t want to do, Eddie. Are you ok with this?” Arli said, wanting to be sure both boys agreed with her.

“Yeah, sure. Just if you do maybe get freaked out, V let us know, ok?” Eddie said as Venom nodded his head while Eddie finally unzipped Arli’s jeans.

“Arli, is it ok if I could lick your boobies?” Venom said as Eddie kissed Arli’s stomach, letting out a small whimper.

“Yes… Venom, that’s fine,” she said between moans, and Venom licked both of her breasts while Eddie removed her red panties, along with her black jeans.

Eddie planted kisses on both of Arli’s thighs, the symbiote, then licked the side of her neck. Her body filled with goosebumps while both Venom and Eddie gave her pleasures that she had never imagined before to feel. Eddie then twirled his tongue against her sensitive clit, making her gasp, and arched her back. The symbiote cupped her chin with one of his tentacles as he gave her a sweet kiss. Arli moaned between his mouth as she felt Eddie insert two fingers inside her warm core. 

“Oh, fuck you guys… yes, just like that,” she moaned out loud Venom then kissed and licked her lips while Eddie fucked her pussy with his fingers.

“You like that, don’t you, little bad girl?” Venom seductively said, caressing her tits with two of his tentacles, making her whimper out of control.

“Eddie, V… oh god yes don’t stop,” Arli said as she grabbed softly on Eddie’s brown locks as he tongued and fucked her continuously on her pink flower.

She felt she was about to reach her climax until Eddie then sat on his knees, removing his fingers away from her wet core.

Arli and Eddie then clasped into each other’s lips, tasting her own sweet juices off from his lips. Venom then unzipped Eddie’s pants as the two couples continued to kiss passionately and lovingly. Eddie was now laying on his back. Arli in no time kissed her way down towards where she wanted her mouth to be.

Eddie let out small moans while feeling her delicious wet lips trail down to his abdomen. He felt her hands slowly undo his jeans, along with his black boxers. Venom cupped her face with his tentacle again, giving her another small kiss.

“Hey, hey V, she’s mine. Take it easy,” Eddie said as he watched both his beautiful fiance and his best pal making out in front of him.

“Jealous much Eddie? Consider that she is ours now,” the creature said, giving a smirky smile Arli just giggled at this.

“Boys, boys, I love you both equally. I mean it a lot. Eddie sweetheart, you want me to suck that lovely cock of yours?” she said with a cheeky smile, wrapping her hands softly between his erected hard cock.

“Oh Arli babe, I want that so fucking much. Don’t make me wait anymore longer and fuck me with your mouth please,” he said as he felt her sucking on the top of his dick, letting out a hot moan.

Venom felt the vibration through Eddie, loving how pleasurable and amazing it felt as she continued to suck his cock. Eddie grabbed a fist full of Arli’s light brown hair as she bobbed her head up and down at a steady pace.

“Oh, fuck… shit… yes R, just… oh fuck, please don’t stop,” Eddie whimpered, tightening his fist on her hair while Venom let out a pleasing groan.

“Yes, yes Arli, this tingling feeling you’re making us feel is so good,” Venom said as she massaged Eddie’s balls with her left hand, making both boys moan at the same time.

“Fuck… I might cum,” Eddie burst, feeling his insides building up little by little.

Arli came to a brief halt, feeling drips of her saliva streaming down on the corner of her mouth, hearing Venom whine at her stopping giving head.

“Hehe, don’t worry Venom, the best part of having sex is just beginning,” Arli said, getting on top of Eddie giving him another wet kiss on his lips, tasting his own somewhat sweet cum.

“I can’t wait to feel that fluffy feeling while you guys fuck,” said the symbiote as Arli became to grind against Eddie’s length, hearing Venom moan at this feeling.

She then made herself get comfortable between him and her genitals until, not long after, Arli sank down on Eddie’s cock. Making all three couples moan in unison as she then rocked her hips back and forth. Eddie placed his hands on top of her hips as she continued her rhythmical thrusts against Eddie’s hard rock.

“Fucking hell baby… oh yeah, who is my little naughty girl?” Eddie demanded as he grabbed both of her breasts with his large hands while Venom kissed the side of her neck.

“Just like that, Arli, make us feel good and dirty,” Venom said against her left ear, sending chills down her spine as she picked up the pace. 

She moaned louder than Eddie’s cock was hitting the right places inside of her warm walls, feeling like she was above the clouds. As he thrust rocked faster and faster, Arli aggressively kissed her soon-to-be husband’s lips. Groaning and moaning between their lips as Eddie now thrust his cock upwards against her small, tight pussy. Venom liked this new pleasuring feeling as he then fingered her clit with the tip of one of his tentacles. This made Arli fall off the edge, feeling her climax was about to burst soon.

“Eddie… Venom, FUCKKK!!!!” she moaned out, feeling both their orgasms burst as Eddie rocked out his semen inside of her warm canal.

Not long after, Eddie, Arli, and Venom felt relaxed catching their breaths while she rested on top of Eddie’s chest. Hearing his now steady relaxed heartbeats, while he caressed his hand up and down behind her back. Venom then gave a small kiss on top of Arli’s head as he removed a small lock of her hair behind her right ear.

“Arli, do you feel ok? You don’t feel hurt or anything that seems wrong?” Venom said while Eddie placed a kiss on top of her head, feeling his warm chest rising up and down on the side of her face.

“I feel good Venom. I got to say that was the best sex that we three have ever had. We should do it more often in the future, which I enjoyed ever so much. My boys, where would I be if I didn’t have you two in it in my life? I’m grateful for the two of you so much. Thank you for everything tonight,” Arli said, feeling her eyes drooping off to sleep while hearing both boys say “you're welcome,” in unison.

“Arli, are you sleeping? Eddie is she awak-.”

”Shh V, she is sleeping. Let’s not make too much noise. Either way, I’m beat too. We should all go to bed, still my birthday gift was better than yours,” Eddie said as he pulled up the white blankets over his and Arli’s body, giving her another kiss on her forehead.

”No, mine was much more delicious and edible than those red plant things, the silver ring and those small covers you humans call “books,” Venom said in a little tantrum which Eddie ignored as he closed his eyes while a big smile was glued to his face.

“I got no time for this and I’m going to ignore you now, so goodnight V,” he said as he hugged Arli close to him, hearing a low hum coming out from her.

I love you so much, my Arli Brock.”

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