#tom hardy x female reader

[darklydeliciousdesires]

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.  

[inknopewetrust]

𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐘𝐨𝐮

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐘𝐨𝐮 ����𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐀𝐥𝐟𝐢𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐧𝐝—𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥 [𝐀𝐥𝐟𝐢𝐞 𝐒𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫] [𝐰𝐜: 3.5k]

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝟏𝟖+, 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐃𝐍𝐈, 𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐯, 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫: 𝐜𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠, ���𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤.

𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬: 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒

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.

[pennyold]

caught | e.b

summary: your boyfriend's father has created a dirty girl, you. He did it to satisfy his pleasure, ordering you to follow his desires, doing whatever he wants and wherever he wants. But things are getting tough, your boyfriend almost caught you being a slut with his father. He took you as his personal toy, and now you can no longer escape from him.

warnings: manipulation, vulgar language, p n v, older!eddie, cursing, fingering, spitting on the mouth, nipple play, and infidelity (reader is cheating)

w.c: 1,735

a/n: alr, it's long, but maybe I would make this a series, so let me know if you like it! This is inspired by the novel "Birthday Girl" by Penelope Douglas, one of my favorite novels that I have read. I made this more explicit than the actual novel (in my opinion). Hope you like it, and no proofreading !

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peace and love, penny ★

He had shaped you to his liking, knowing that his son wouldn't think of taking your virginity until you both got married, so he took advantage of you and did it before your boyfriend could. He wanted to have you in his arms, he would move heaven and earth so that you would never part from him.

This time, you had exceeded your limits, Eddie made you promise not to let yourself be pleased by his son, and you did, but one night when Eddie was out of town, you considered giving in since he wasn't there and pleased your boyfriend a little.

It seemed like you both needed it in the same way; they are a couple, and there's no problem... until Eddie finds out.

Eddie had seen how you both had become very attached since he returned to the town, he looked at his son with displeasure and then at you, deciphering an answer. When his son got up from the table to go to college, Eddie didn't hesitate much and abruptly stood up from the table. You looked at him strangely, following him to the kitchen, "Eddie, is something wrong?" He clenched his jaw, trying to calm his own thoughts. "I don't know, you tell me," he said without further ado and left the kitchen. You followed him, thinking about what he had just said. "What are you talking about?" He huffed and smiled, thinking you were playing dumb and that you knew perfectly well what he was talking about. "Don't come to me with nonsense, you know perfectly well what I'm talking about." Exasperated, you let out the breath you had been holding in your lungs. "No, I don't know what the hell you're talking about, damn it."

He touched the bridge of his nose, exhaling heavily, "You had relations with my son, didn't you?" You frowned, was that why he was upset? "What? No, we didn't do anything," he mocked your response, shaking his head. "Do I look like an idiot to you?" you denied, placing your hands on your hips "Well... I might have helped him a little." "See? It wouldn't have cost you anything to admit it. Why didn't you tell me?" You exhaled, looking at the ground, "I knew that if I told you, you would get angry and probably scold me, I'm sorry." He approached you, took your shoulders, and, with one hand, lifted your chin so you would look at him. "Don't ever think like that about me again, I love you. Now, you misbehaved, you were disobedient, and you broke my promise." Your eyes began to glisten, you were remorseful, you had disappointed him "I-I'm so sorry, forgive me" He smiled wickedly, now he had a way to make you pay the consequences and he knew you wouldn't oppose him, you would do everything he asked, wouldn't you?

He had you in his room, sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at him while he held your jaw not too roughly. "What did you do with him?" You swallowed hard, "I sucked him off, and he rubbed my breasts." He seemed calm, but deep down, he wanted to strangle his son. "Yeah? What else?" After his words, your pussy began to get wet, and you felt the moisture sticking to your lace panties, the ones you liked the most "That's all," you said, a bit agitated. He noticed your way of responding, he knew you, and he knew that at any moment, you would reach the edge of your limits.

He took your lower lip with his thumb, pulling it down. "You've been very naughty... do you know what girls like you get after disobeying?" you shook your head, looking him in the eyes, begging for mercy "They make them pay, that's what I'll do to you for betraying me."

Your eyes became glassy again. "Please, forgive me for disobeying you," you said. He smiled with pleasure. "Open your mouth." You obeyed, opening it for him, closing your eyes in anticipation of the next instruction, but instead of speaking, he spat in your mouth, splattering your face. "Swallow it, show me that you won't misbehave again," and you did, you swallowed his warm saliva that traveled down your throat, only to end up in your stomach. "Good girl."

You opened your eyes, looking at him, his hand traveled from your jaw to your breasts, squeezing them gently. Eddie's hands are enormous, so much so that they perfectly cover one of your breasts. "How did he rub your chest? Huh?" you moaned very softly, swallowed, and then spoke, "He pinches my nipple and then sucks it" he looked at your breasts, which were trying to escape from the tiny and tight blouse you were wearing "Mmh, and did you like it?" You nodded, biting your lip. Eddie's hand squeezed your breast again, then released it in one swift motion. Both breasts were freed, trembling, with erect nipples, ready to be pinched.

He pinched them and then twisted them, eliciting a moan from you, your legs tightened as you felt your pussy start to drip. "Shit, Eddie... I'm very wet," with your words, you made Eddie's bulge swell even more than it already was, wanting to be taken out of his pants. "Yeah? How much?" he said, pinching your nipple again and licking his lips that were starting to dry. "A lot," you moaned, letting your head fall back. He quickly lifted you off the bed, grabbed your arm, and slammed your chest against the wall. "Stay still," he said in your ear. You obeyed, placing your hands on the cold wood.

Eddie unzipped his pants, letting them fall to the floor, touched his glans over his underwear, and growled, "Spread those lovely legs, I'm going to fuck you so hard you won't think of anyone but me," you moaned, scratching the door. Eddie pulled out his cock, watching as his tip dripped with pre-cum, stimulating it until it became harder and firmer under his touch.

With his hands lubricated with his semen, he rubbed your folds, stimulating the small hole you have. "Shit," you whispered, lowering your head, catching a glimpse of his arm between your thighs. "So wet and tight, just how I like it," he lightly rubbed your clit, massaging the perfect fold that sent shivers down your back and legs, making them weak. "Oh shit," you stammered, biting your lip. "So beautiful, so weak and sensitive," he whispered against your ear. "Would you please him again?" You shook your head, and your legs trembled again, a tingling sensation coursed through your knees, begging for a break.

He nodded, adjusting the tip of his cock in your hole, letting the tip make contact with your folds, spreading the pre-cum, and finally reaching your entrance. You opened your legs wider and lifted your ass, giving him a better view of your area. "Perfect, a perfect slut, and just for me," he smiled, letting his glans penetrate your tight walls. "You're still not used to my size, are you?" he said, moving his hips back and forth. You denied it, exhaling and feeling how it tightened around you more and more.

You had already hooked up with Eddie before, but his cock is huge and thick, it doesn't fit in your entrance. Your pussy wasn't going to adapt to him in such a short time, so you couldn't say anything other than adjust to his size.

His cock swelled inside you, the tip touched your sensitive spot and you felt a tingling in your stomach, you moaned, biting your teeth, it hurt, but you also loved having his cock inside you. "It's too much, I don't think I can take it for long," he took your hips, pulling your butt towards his pelvis, his cock hitting the back inside you. "Hold on a little longer," you denied, putting your hand over your mouth, stifling the moans you were letting out and couldn't contain inside your mouth.

What they didn't know was that his son had already arrived home; you were so wrapped up in each other that they hadn't paid attention. He began to climb the stairs, hoping to see his girlfriend waiting for him, but when he entered his room, there was no one there. He looked strangely at every corner and then knocked on the bathroom door, but no one answered. The last room left was his father's. He had planned to ask his father about her, maybe he had seen her leave.

On the other side of the door, Eddie was thrusting his cock into your entrance, frantically hitting your uterus, you bit your lip to hold back your moans. He knocked on the door, and Eddie stopped his thrusts, then spoke, "Yes?" there was a short silence, and then his son answered, "Um, have you seen my girlfriend?" On the other side, you were agitated, with your forehead resting on the door. "No, I haven't seen her," Eddie said, pushing against you slowly. "Really? Didn't she tell you she was leaving?" he asked from the other side of the door, you felt Eddie's thumb rub your clit, making you shudder, you were very close to cum.

"No, she didn't," his son remained silent on the other side and then spoke, "Well, I'm going out with some friends, if she arrives, tell her to call me." You squeezed his cock inside you, letting him know you were about to cum, he pinched your nipple, hitting your uterus again, and your pussy contracted and pulsed, dripping your juices over his cock. "Sure, son," he said, then roughly squeezed your breast and let his cum flow inside you.

Upon hearing the door close, he thrust into you once more, ensuring that his load didn't spill out of your pussy. "Oh God," you said, watching as your legs wobbled. "I can't stand anymore." Eddie took your body, laying you down on the bed, hugging you to keep your body warm and comfortable. "Thank you," you thanked, snuggling with him. "You don't have to thank me; it's a mutual exchange for not making a sound. We almost get caught." Your cheeks turned red, and you felt embarrassed, but nonetheless, you had enjoyed it; it had excited you to have your boyfriend's father thrusting into you from behind while you held back your moans. Very sexy.

[lokisivy]

wildflower- Bucky Barnes

I've been feeling down recently and my bucky phase is reserfuring so I was like let me write a fluf about him I feel like Bucky would comfort someone pretty well.

warnings: female reader, fluff, crying? body dysphoria bucky is a sweetheart Honestly don't know how to do this.

Life hasn't gone well recently you've been trying to ignore these little things that bother you but these little things start to build up putting you on the brink of exploding. it begins with imaging an outfit in your head and it doesn't look as good as you thought it would be your thoughts start to say you should eat less when you and your friends are sitting down catching up they absolutely ignore your comments or acknowledge you. Someone made fun of the way you speak.

these things usually never bother you but these happen so frequently it was starting to bother you like how you never had a boyfriend you thought maybe it was cause you don't interact with people as much but then a male friend said that you were so ugly no one would even date out of petty as a joke but it stung even though it was a "joke" it still hurts. you knew you didn't live up to the beauty standards these days but you looked good enough for someone to like you right? you thought lying down in your room on the brink of having a breakdown you tried to ignore it and scroll through social media but nothing was gonna stop your emotions exploding.

That was when the lump in your throat rose up the shaky wave of sadness crawled to you making your tears slip. it got worse when you sobbed you tried to keep quiet you dreaded anyone entering your room and seeing you cry. this feeling was gonna end when you cried it out.

Bucky hesated trying to knock on your door he had heard you from his room he was trying to sleep but your sobs felt like he was getting stabbed in his heart. He knew you like to keep your emotions to yourself, but he couldn't shake the feeling off.

"Doll are you alright?" he knocked on your door lightly.

"yeah, I'm okay" You stop crying wiping your tears. He opens the door slowly giving you time to get up from bed.

"is everything alright?" you ask him as if you weren't just having a breakdown.

"yeah I'm fine," he says wiping a tear stain from your face. "Are you though?" he holds your face gently tucking your hair to see your face better.

"Tell me Doll what is bothering you who do I have to kill?" he jokes

"I don't know I just feel like nothing is going right-" a sob choked out your throat causing him to hold to his chest while you cried it.

"I look ugly in all my clothes no one ever listens to me I'm just a shadow just a shade behind someone." your cries got louder Bucky was devastated to hear these words coming out from you he thought you had taken every breath away when you walked in a room.

"Y/N you are the most beautiful woman I have ever laid my eyes on, you light up every room you walk in," he said petting your head

"People sometimes are dumb and shallow but I bet if they got to really know you like I do they would do anything just to be by your side to breathe the same air you do." your cries stopped you hugged Bucky tighter inhaling his woodsy scent.

"Thank you" you whispered "Doll I'd give you my arm if you asked." he was trying to cheer you up but he had meant every word you said. you pull your head out of his chest. your eyes locking with his you kissed him on his cheeks. he said fuck it to himself and kissed your lips whats the worst that could happen.

[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.”

[thebiggerbear]

FANFICTION FRIDAYS

This week I moved the # from 38 to 40.

Here are my picks for Dec 20th 2024, please go give them a read:

Against the Wind by @zepskies - You wake up in a strange alpha’s cabin in the middle of a snowstorm, all with a busted ankle. He holds shadows in his eyes, even though his hands are gentle. There are iron shutters around his heart, even though he saved you. You might just save him in return. (Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega!Reader, Supernatural) [personal note: did Christmas come early in the form of this story? Hell yes, it did. Not to coincide with the theme but Alpha!Dean? I will bite, I will scratch, I will...lick...okay, this just got weird, so sorry, I'm putting myself back in my corner now, all good]

Hey Buddy by @luci-in-trenchcoats - Request: Dean x reader, where reader ran off not knowing she was pregnant, and Sam brings her back with their 2 year old. Dean should be mad, but really he’s just glad she’s back (Dean Winchester x Reader, Supernatural) [personal note: omg I don't think you realize just how much this just melts me, like the Dorothy and the Wicked Witch can't compete. Chocolate and high heat have nothing on me.]

Shadow and Sin by @blackleatherjacketz - Having just recently moved to New Orleans, you get intimately acquainted with both Mikaelson brothers, but don't find out who they truly are until it's too late. (Elijah Mikaelson x Reader, Klaus Mikaelson x Reader, The Originals) [personal note: Both Mikaleson brothers? Where's the front of the line, people???]

Twinkling Tree Dreams by @winchestergirl2 - Trying to spread some christmas cheer doesn’t go quite how you planned, but maybe it will turn out even better than you hoped. (Alec McDowell x Reader, Dark Angel) [personal note: Girl, where is my Alec from your writings of him under my tree??? No bow required. I'm waiting...]

Shout by @blackleatherjacketz - You’ve been with Shane since he left Rick’s group in Season 2, and you need to seek shelter from the rain. (Shane Walsh, The Walking Dead) [personal note: okay, I'm gonna need Shane now, too. Hand him over.]

Forgiven by @darsynia - Since dropping out of school to care for your sister, your daydream has been that a rich, handsome man will save you from drowning in debt. Until then (read: never), you’ll work hard at your new receptionist job and try not to ogle the impossibly hot construction guy working in the foyer… (Steve Rogers x Female!Reader, MCU) [personal note: hot CEO! Steve Rogers and workplace romance vibes? Sign me up!]

Terms and Conditions by @that-sarcastic-writer - when your sister's fiance goes missing, you call Colter for help, and he brings along his rugged, but handsome and charming older brother, Russell. (Russell Shaw x Doctor Female!Reader, Tracker) [personal note: Good God, I need me some Russell]

You can either lead, follow, or get out of the way by @bullet-prooflove (Young!John Dutton x Reader, Yellowstone) [personal note: I've always had a love and hate relationship with John but this started an itch for him I didn't even know I had...no, not that kind of itch...maybe...]

Good Morning by @justrainandcoffee - It's 2012 when Hannah received a call from an important executive to work with them. She's a great musician only until that moment she didn't have the chance to really show her natural talent. The BBC offered her the opportunity to finally do it and at the same time the opportunity to meet him. || Three years later, everything is very different. Two different realities linked by the same phrase: “good morning.” (Tom Hardy x Female!OC, RPF) [personal note: I was so very excited to see a fic for him!!!]

Muddy Waters by @waynes-multiverse - After a mud run and several drinks, Jensen finally gathers his courage and makes a move on a longtime friend he’s been crushing on for a while. Are his feelings reciprocated, though? (Jensen Ackles x Musician!Reader, RPF) [personal note: Mud Run!Jensen and best friends to lovers combined? I VOLUNTEER AS TRIBUTE!]

Love To Hate You by @deanwanddamons - Y/N and Soldier Boy hate each other, but can’t resist one another when they meet again after many years apart. (Soldier Boy x Supe Female!Reader, The Boys) [personal note: Holy fu-- excuse me, I need an ice cold shower, like right now, dayum...]

Let It Snow by @wayward-dreamer - As snow begins to fall, Dean and Y/N some much needed cuddling time in the perfect ambience they’ve created for themselves. (Dean Winchester x Female!Reader, Supernatural) [personal note: OMG LOVE LOVE LOVE this!!!]

Presents & Gingerbread by @lila-lou - Ben has little interest in the season’s traditions but keeps up with the wrapping and decorations just to see you happy. Still, it didn’t take long for him to draw your attention away from the preparations, making it clear that you’re the only thing he cares about. (Soldier Boy x Reader, The Boys) [personal note: oh yeah, this hits the spot...something Ben is probably also saying at this very moment if not soon enough no doubt ;)]

Merry Christmas Sweetheart by @jawritter - Time doesn’t heal all wounds, sometimes it just drives them into our bones and festers there, until forgiveness is a four letter word, and it’s to late for second chances. (Jensen Ackles x Reader, RPF) [personal note: this tore my heart out of my chest and stomped on it so good...don't kink shame me]

Hurt So Good by @nightxcreature - After the reader makes a comment about missing Dean’s leather jacket and the old days, he takes matters into his own hands and takes her on the hunt of her life. (Dean Winchester x Reader, Supernatural) [personal note: (cries) where is my Dean doing this for me? (stomps foot extremely dramatically and then remembers my age and goes back to my corner of shame)]

Something serious by @jessjad - Beau and Y/N spend a summer evening together. But do they both expect the same thing? (Beau Arlen x Reader, Big Sky) [personal note: they better...if not I can take one for the team...or two....or three...or -- stopping right there before this gets any worse]

The One That Got Away by @justwhisperingfantasies - You thought you had left Supernatural and Jensen in the past, but almost 6 years later you get roped back in when your job is on the line. (Jensen Ackles x Reader, RPF) [personal note: not going to lie you can't put Jensen and the word "roped" in the same sentence, you just can't do it, not with me]

I Got You by @janicho88 - When you have finally reached a breaking point, you call the one person you trust for help. He’s never seen you as more than a friend, but he is the person you know you’re safest with. It’s been months since he has had so much as a text from you, but Jake Seresin would do anything for the Navy princess he met years ago. The pilot knows she means more to him than he ever will to her, but he will do anything for her (Jake Seresin x Reader, Top Gun Franchise) [personal note: oh my gawd, just give him to me now, GIVE HIM TO ME]

Meet Cute by @lamentationsofalonelypotato - Reader is surviving in the apocalypse alone, until she meets a stranger who needs her help, even if he doesn't want to admit it. This is a reimagining of when Daryl gets hurt trying to find Sophia in Season 2, in which the reader shoots Daryl instead of Andrea. This can be read as stand alone, but can also be read as a prequel fic to "Your Fault," describing how reader and Daryl met for the first time. (Daryl Dixon x Female!Reader, The Walking Dead) [personal note: I've never been one for Daryl in reader-insert fic before but this definitely is changing my mind!]

Losing You by @thesilmarillionblog - Everything was good as a member of Payback and Soldier Boy's secret girlfriend until the team and your relationship with him began to fall apart due to a new member and her developing relationship with Ben right in front of your eyes. (Soldier Boy x Reader, The Boys) [personal note: any SB fic that starts with this line: '“Get lost fuckface and bring me a coffee,”' certainly has my attention]

forgtten birthday by @chevroletdean - Alec is new to the concept of birthdays, considering he doesn’t even really have one himself. When his s/o is sulky all day, he’s confused, until their friends throw them a surprise party and he realizes he’s messed up big time. (Alec McDowell x GN!Reader, Dark Angel) [personal note: OMG I love my boy Alec so much]

The Chocolate Chip Kind by @beyourownanchor6 - Eddie just wants to sleep, Buck can't let him, not until after midnight. (Buddie, 911 - AO3) [personal note: you always have to have some Buddie goodness and that's precisely what this is!]

Starry Night by @romancingromanoff (Natasha Romanoff x Reader, MCU) [personal note: perfection for this character (happy sigh)]

Princess Treatment by @storiesofsvu (Terry Bruno x Reader x Joe Velasco, Law & Order: SVU) [personal note: I'm still power washing the floor in the spot where I completely melted, holy Christmas, give me these two in a hotel room any day]

Forever Yours by @justagirlinafandomworld - Song Prompt from Unclaimed Love Songs: Faithfully by Journey (Bradley Bradshaw x Female!Reader) [personal note: YES, YES, YES!!!]

In Every Realm by @caplanbuckybarnes - he vows to love you in every universe (Sub-Zero x Reader, Mortal Kombat) [personal note: the young girl in me literally squealed and my heart grew about three sizes seeing this, he was always one of my faves!]

A Sudden Spark by @gloomwitchwrites - Request: The reader is Aragorn's older sister. A ranger and a renowned warrior. After Eomer personally meets the owner of the stories he's been hearing for years, he may begin to fall in love with her. (Eomer x Female!Reader, Lord of the Rings) [personal note: my first Eomer x Reader fic and it did not disappoint!]

Untitled by @catierambles (Captain Syverson x Reader, Sand Castle) [personal note: the fic for this character that I didn't know I needed!]

Request by @imyourbratzdoll - you and the chief get freaky in his car (Charlie Swan x Female!Reader, Twilight) [personal note: (raises hand) What does one have to do to be arrested by Chief Swan exactly? ...Asking for a friend]

The Storm Outside by @bullet-prooflove - Larry comforts you during a stormy night (Captain Larry James x Reader, Walker) [personal note: Storm ambience? Check. One hot ass man that I can also call Captain for fun if I want to? Check. Comforting me in my time of need? Check. Am I torn between wanting to melt into goo and using a squirt bottle on myself to stop fantasizing about him? Check. Check. Am I probably going to have to go with the latter option? Triple check.]

Waiting for the Real Thing by @rizlowwritessortof - You can’t serve in the same unit with somebody without getting pretty close. She managed to survive around him until a couple of years ago. And when she hears about their brother-in-arms troubles, she heads that way to help out. Of course, Russ beat her to it. And now she just can’t make herself leave without seeing him. (Russell Shaw x OC, Tracker) [personal note: you can't see it but I'm foaming at the mouth right now and as you may have expected, it's not a pretty sight]

Dancing Doll by @flamencodiva - Dancing Flamenco has always been a part of Y/N. But she never thought it would put her in the crosshairs of someone dangerous. How did her life end up with twists and turns? And can a green-eyed mechanic really help her? Or will she just put him in harm’s way? (Mechanic!Dean Winchester x Reader, Supernatural) [personal note: Flamenco and Dean??? Where is the line where I sign away my soul?]

Sinnerman by @venus-haze - You can’t even see your old life from Crockett Island, but nevertheless it weighs on your conscience like an anchor on the ocean floor. Father Paul Hill tries to pull the anchor up, only to sink your whole damn ship. (Father Paul Hill x Reader, Midnight Mass) [personal note: Girl, I am about to devour your horror/slasher masterlist...incoming!!!]

Stoking the Flame by @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior - Jenny and Beau have been ignoring the spark between them for a long time. How much longer can they continue? (Beau Arlen x Jenny Hoyt, Big Sky) [personal note: I'm not much of a Beau x Jenny fan, but this was so good and surprisingly satisfying for something within me for my two favorite characters on that show]

any way that you want me by @deanbrainrotwritings - he’s clingy and doesn’t know how else to feel close to her. even though it gets them both riled up, it’s nice while it lasts. (Boaz Priestly x Female!Reader, Ten Inch Hero) [personal note: PLEASE give me clingy!Priestly any day of the week, P L E A S E]

Because of You by @spn-bee - Dean Winchester, a 30-year-old hunter, rolled in to a college town to unwind. Reima M. Park-Gibbs, a 22-year-old college student was the lucky or unlucky encounter. They both got what they wanted, along with unexpected consequences. Dean will now have to protect her and his unborn child while convincing her she belongs to and with him. (Dean Winchester x OC, Supernatural) [personal note: (happy sigh with heart eyes and dopey smile) I just love this]

The Edge of Fate by @deanwinchesterswitch - AU. Cursed by a jealous witch, Benny and Isalie must wander through time to find their way back to each other. (Benny Lafitte x Female!OC, Supernatural) [personal note: yes, Benny!!! I also may call him Sir...on Thursdays and Saturdays and every other Wednesday...just saying...(winces) yeah, that was TMI, wasn't it?]

Home by @syrma-sensei - Ben's discovering new life affairs while expecting his first baby. (Soldier Boy x Wife!Reader, The Boys) [personal note: Ben as a dad gets me every time (more happy sighs)]

Running Away by @jensengirl83 - Sam has feelings for the reader, but what happens when he finally gets the courage to find her and tell her the truth? (Sam Winchester x Reader, Supernatural) [personal note: Awww, Sam...I need more Sam in my life, I cannot even tell you]

When the Lines Blur by @pink-sparkly-witch - Y/N Y/L/N and Jeffrey Dean Morgan have been a successful porn couple for a few years. When Jeff decides it’s time for him to retire, he helps Y/N find his replacement who might become more than just a porn partner. (Jeffrey Dean Morgan x Reader, Jensen Ackles x Reader, RPF) [personal note: okay I never quite saw myself in the adult entertainment business at any point in my life for...reasons but here....um, how does one get hired to work with either man (or both, I'm not picky) on set?]

Looking for more? Please check out my fic rec lists and writers rec lists (1, 2, 3). I do have some things to update like the Beau stories list, Alec, Russell, Jensen, Soldier Boy, Dean, etc (and I promise I will when I hopefully get more time in January) and I do have some more coming out like for Joe Velasco, Bobby Reyes, Law & Order: SVU, LOTR, etc.

In the meantime, if you'd like to peruse even more stories that are on my reading lists, please check out @biggerbearsreads and @tbbrebloglibrary (which will eventually take place of the 1st - tbbrl will be more organized by tags, etc) or you can check out @biggerbearficrecs.

So I threw a ton into this one due to the holidays coming up (and some little personal notes, sorry, sometimes I actually think I'm funny 🤷‍♀️). I hope you all enjoy the time whatever you might celebrate or if you don't, then I hope you've been able to find some of the amazing stories on this list that might keep you company and provide some comfort or give you the warm fuzzies, whatever you're in need of! I wish all of you the very best!!! ❤️❤️

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[darklydeliciousdesires]

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

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

Thankies 🥰🙏🏻

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[novashelby]

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Period typical violence, attitudes, and language| Canon typical violence, attitudes, and language|Abuse; mental, emotional, physical, and sexual|Dub-Con, coercion, and Non-Con|Mental illness and categories under that umbrella|BDSM.

Peaky Blinders-Male Characters

Peaky Blinders-Female Characters

Cillian Murphy Characters

Evie Master List-Adopted!Shelby

The Balls in Our Courts-TommyxOCxFinn

His Innocence-TommyxOC

The Shopkeeper Girl-JohnxOC

The Girl With the Smile-ArthurxOC

Someone Like You-JohnxOC

The Vendetta Complex (OC-PBxTHG AU)

Drabble Collections

Cillian Murphy x Reader

Tom Hardy x Reader

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PEAKY BLINDER'S; alfie solomons, thomas shelby SONS OF ANARCHY; kip 'half-sack' epps, jax teller TOP GUN: MAVERICK; bradley 'rooster' bradshaw, jake 'hangman' seresin, mickey 'fanboy' garcia, natasha 'phoenix' trace

THE BOYS; colby brock, jake webber, johnnie guilbert, sam golbach, zach justice

MANESKIN; damiano david, victoria de angelis

NFL; andrew beck, joe burrow, nick bosa, tj watts, travis kelce

STURNIOLO TRIPLETS; chris sturniolo, matt sturniolo, nick sturniolo (platonic only)

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[zablife]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favourite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers (if you feel like it, no pressure) Spread the self-love 💖

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

[simplystevies]

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.

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[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​ 

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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.”

 tags:

@solomons-finest-rum​ @doin-stuff​ @acourtofsnakes​ @potter-solomons​ @phoenixhalliwell​ 

[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.