#tom hardy one shot

[imaginesmai]

Alfie Solomons - Night adventures

I've been sick for week now with the worst stomach bug ever, and this has been on my mind for a few days! Welcome back Alfie to my blog!

Plot: Alfie doesn't come home from work and you worry something has happened, so you decided to go to the bakery.

Warning: Alfie's vocabulary is just saying fuck, really.

The streets were empty, too late for the common citizens and too early for the unfortunate first-shift workers. You had only found a beggar sleeping in a pile of boxes and two men trying to get home stumbling through the pavement. The silence, the darkness, would have been a good reason to turn back and worry about him under the covers, warm and safe. When a cat jumped from a window and landed on a car, you actually took a few steps back.

But Cyril stared at the menace until the animal hissed its way back to wherever it belonged.

Swallowed in one of Alfie’s long coats, with his hat covering your face, you finished the thirty minutes’ walk to the bakery. A faint light was coming from the top floor, and anyone would have thought bakers were starting their day early.

You knew it was your husband, Alfie, who hadn’t finished his yet. There was a man posted on the back entrance, the one you always used when you came to see him unexpected. It was closer to his office, it was more discreet, and besides, you knew Ollie. He would be one less problem for you that night.

When the boy saw you approach him, his whole back tensed. His hand made it to the holster on his hip before he recognized Cyril and your soft smile, once you were close enough. The soft street light let you see his panicked stare.

“What – Y/N, what the fuck are you doin’ here?” he quickly grabbed you by your arm and, checking both sides, pushed you inside the bakery. “It’s fuckin’ two in the mornin’!”

“I am aware of that, Ollie, since I also own a watch” you told him, taking down your hat.

“How did you get – does he know you’re here?” Ollie, who had been almost asleep leaning against the door, was now growing agitated. “You didn’ brin’ a car. You walked?”

“Me and Cyril, yeah”

The familiar warmth of the bakery felt good against your sore muscles. Not only you had half-jogged half-ran for thirty minutes, but the tension of the night and the worries for him had made the cold weather of November seep into your bones. You weren’t about to let Ollie notice how glad you were to be finally somewhere safe, because that would only prove a point you were trying to avoid.

“Y/N, it’s the middle of the night”

“So it is for my husband, who was supposed to be home with me. But that big head must have forgotten his own watch at home, given he’s still here”

“He’s not alone. Someone came to see him, and the meetin’… yeah, it was longer than wha’ he thought”

“Oi, wha’ that noise ‘bout, yeah?” a booming voice came from the floor above you, the door of his office banging open. “Didn’ I ask for silence?”

Alfie, in all his grumpy and broody glory, leaned against the railing and saw both of you. You weren’t surprised to see he was still wearing his working clothes, a small, stained pinny wrapped around his waist. His hair was sticking in different directions from being tugged at, and his face complemented his mood when he locked eyes with you.

Of course, Cyril tried to reach him and let his presence be known with loud barks. You passed his leash to Ollie and made your way up to your husband’s office. The metal stairs echoed under your shoes, and even if you kept your eyes on them, you felt his on you every second.

Far from being intimidated or angry, you felt your worries melting away. He usually came home before the sun set – had picked that tradition years ago once you were officially married and hadn’t missed a day. But it had been a rough week for the both of you, and when he hadn’t shown up, you had feared the worst. Patiently, you had waited and called his office. After not receiving an answer and not hearing the door, you had decided to check for yourself.

You weren’t naïve enough to go alone, but since there wasn’t anyone around to accompany you, Cyril had been your bodyguard for the night. Many things could have happened. Some of them you could imagine, some remember from past experiences because of his enemies’ retaliations. All of them were present in Alfie’s eyes as you reached the top of the stairs and met him face to face.

“Hello”

His nostrils flared and he pressed his lips in a tight line, but behind all of that there was just fear. You waited until he looked at every part of your body, from your soft smile to the hem of your skirt. One of your hands took his fist and didn’t let go until he held it. Alfie didn’t let his frown go as he raised it to his mouth and pressed a kiss to your knuckles.

“Aren’ your suppos’ to be in bed” he growled against your hand.

“With you, but you didn’t come and I was worried” you explained, moving a step closer to him. “Called and no one answered. I didn’t know if… so I came to check. Brought Cyril with me”

“Stupid dog knows you ain’t suppos’ to leave” Alfie looked down at Cyril, and his eyes softened. “You alrigh’, yeah? Nothin’ happen?”

“I’m fine. Just tired. And worried about you”

“Come ‘ere”

You fell into his arms and the remains of worry and tension left your body. He smelt like rum, bread and sweat, like home. You closed your eyes when his hand found the back of your head and pressed it against his shoulder. Later, you would probably have a long conversation about what you had done. Not only it had been reckless, but if you had been right, there wasn’t much you could have done.

His life came with highs and downs, and you had been there enough to know them. That doesn’t meant you had grown used to the feeling of not knowing if he was fine or not, if he was alive. When you hugged him closer, your arms around his middle, you let him know that you were glad.

Someone opened the door and you saw Tommy Shelby walking out of Alfie’s office. You didn’t like that man, neither did he like you, but you both respected each other enough. Eventually, their relationship would go south, either because of his or Alfie’s biggest interest; and you just hoped it wouldn’t go too south.

Alfie noticed his stare and turned around. Instinctively, you were covered by his huge back, not seeing anything but the sweaty locks at the back of his neck.

“I believe we were in the middle of something”

“And I believe it’s time for my husband to come home” you said from behind Alfie, trying to move around. Effectively, Alfie moved with you.

“Your’ gonna ‘ave to excuse my wife, mate. She’s right, ain’t she” Alfie said. He gripped your hand again and made you stay in place.

When it came to you and the business, Alfie Solomons had always had it clear. You had walked into his life and turned everything around, and if needed to, he would leave it all behind if you asked to. You always came first, no matter what. He could come home late, share his matters with you and attend to political galas by your side, but if you asked something, he could not say no.

So he stared down at Tommy, who had been arguing for the past six hours. He had just showed up when he was about to close the bakery, and the bouquet of flowers he had bought you was now sad and forgotten in the storage room.

“Alfie” Tommy warned him. “We need to close the deal. I’m not about to risk half my percentage if you aren’t willing to take the risk”

“The only risk I’m takin’ tonig’ is this lovely lady back ‘ome”

“You don’t get to kick me out! I am –“

Before Tommy could grow any more aggressive, he had Alfie’s gun pressed tightly against his chin. The baker was a few inches shorter than him, but somehow, he stared down at Tommy, daring him to keep talking. The Shelby brother looked at you with your arms crossed, biting back his next words.

“Listen, now, cause I believe, this¸ right, this is my fuckin’ bakery. My fuckin’ rum. Money. Business. And that’s my fuckin’ wife your’ lookin’ at, so unless you wan’ to go ‘ome wit’ one less eye, Shelby, stop fuckin’ lookin’ at ‘er”

“Get your fucking hands – “

“Shut the fuck up! You, barkin’ orders, at me?! In my fuckin’ work?!” Alfie screamed into his face, making Tommy take a few steps back. When the man once more met your eyes with the same, disgusted face, Alfie struck him with the gun. “Are you fuckin’ deaf?! Don’ look at her or I’ll rip your eyes out with my nails!”

Cyril barked as if he supported his owner’s words. You looked down and noticed Ollie was no longer alone. There were three other men, that had appeared out of thin air, at the bottom of the stairs. All of them looked ready to climb it in less than a second.

Not too far away, Tommy’s men would be close. It wouldn’t be the first time Alfie got into trouble because of you, or the last. His protectiveness was founded, but sometimes he went a little overboard. Tommy had looked at you many times before, and had been threatened each time he had done it.

Some part of you wondered if he was a sucker for Alfie’s threats or was really looking for them to become true.

Before your night could escalate into bigger events, you moved behind Alfie and wrapped your hands around his raised arm. You had gone to the bakery to find out if Alfie was there, to retrieve him from his pile of work and hopefully catch a few hours of sleep by his side. After a long day of own work, you were tired and in need of some peace.

“Let’s just go home”

Under your touch, Alfie relaxed and dropped the gun. He kept his eyes locked on Tommy and the man was smart enough to clean the blood of his lip and turn back. You guessed his men should be on the main entrance, and you were really thankful you had chosen the back one.

You watched him disappear. Watched, in silence, as the group of men that had surrounded you went back to their corners where you couldn’t see them. Alfie didn’t bother retrieving anything from his office, just closed the door and let you lead the way down the stairs.

Once you were down, he nodded to Ollie and the boy disappeared, carrying Cyril with him.

“That was dangerous, pet” he said, his voice soft. There was a rough, scared edge you had grown to notice through the years. “You, yeah, you can’t jus’ come ‘ere. You need to tell me”

“I know, Alf. But I did call. And you always answer. I knew you had a meeting and since you didn’t come home, I didn’t know what to think” you told him, not giving him. “What if it was the other way? What if I didn’t come home one night? Wouldn’t you come looking for me too?”

“I’d burn down fuckin’ Camden, luv, you know tha’”

“Then you can’t get angry at me, not at this. I was careful, nothing happened”

It hadn’t happened, but it could. Not only Alfie’s enemies. Night in Camden Town held more dangers than mobsters or gangs, ones that didn’t know who you were married to and weren’t afraid of your husband. It was irresponsible, dangerous, and you knew better.

It wasn’t the time, though, and Alfie knew it.

“Alrigh’, pet, alrigh’. Jus’ try not to send me to an early gave, yeah?”

“You won’t get rid of me even in a grave, Alfie Solomons”

His laugh echoed in the empty bakery. Alfie wrapped his coat closer to your body, not saying anything about your choices of clothes, and put his hat back into your head. Always the gentleman he opened the door for you and dragged you closer to his side.

You didn’t take the path you had walked, but the opposite way. Ollie’s car was waiting for you at the other end of the street, Cyril probably a looming threat in the backseat ready to tackle Alfie as soon as he opened the door. Finally in peace, you wrapped your arm around his middle and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

“Love you” you whispered, looking up at him.

“Yeah, luv you too, don’ I”

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[mlmxreader]

Mutual Protection | Eddie Brock x gn!reader

anonymous asked: Eddie Brock:

Hiya!! It's me again!

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

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

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

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

tws: swearing, mild violence

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

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

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

Eddie never forgave him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"How'd you know?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah?"

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

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[darklydeliciousdesires]

Filthy Mouth - A Tom Hardy/Reader Smut Drabble.

I had a dream recently about our boy going down on me, so I decided to write it, with a bit more added in. Enjoy, darlings! ;)

Words - 693

Warnings - Absolute filth below the cut! MINORS DNI!

“Fuck, you make my tongue so bloody happy. You have such a gorgeous, wet little pussy, love.”

He has you spread wide before him on the bed, tongue lapping thirstily at your dewy folds, his fingers holding the petals of your cunt apart. “Look at that pretty little clit, Mmmm.” Wrapping your bud in his full lips, he sucks it softly, your little cries delighting his ears. Watching you as his tongue beats softly, he’s transfixed on witnessing your soaring arousal, you nails dragging his scalp, body quivering gently, his mouth sending you right up to the most heavenly realms.

"Fucking love when I suck on your clit, don't you, darlin'? Yeah, you love it, fuck, let me drown in you." When he talks to you like that as he’s eating you alive, it drives you wild, to hear how much he’s enjoying it, too.  

“You taste fucking amazing, darlin’. I could stay down here for hours.”

“I could let you, too.” His deep chuckle sends vibrations through your core as he takes your entirety in his mouth, sucking with aplomb, his beard tickling you as he truly buries his face against you. Using the tip of his tongue, he flicks at your clit languidly, speeding up, slowing down again, his breath hot against your soaking folds, sucking you once more, groaning deep, deep, deep. Long licks then consume you, the flat of his tongue dragging against your folds, your soft moans making his cock twitch.  

“You’re making me so fucking hard. I’m only being gentle with my tongue because I’m gonna completely tear you up with my cock. God, I’m gonna fuck you so hard, split this pretty cunt wide open around me, making you scream, make you cum all over me.”

You love it when he talks filthily to you, his tongue speeding up at your bundle, cheeks hollowing as he sucks you again, your clit hard and throbbing, dying for him to push his cock into your fluttering walls, gloss every last inch of him in your slick arousal, feel him fuck you over the edge.  

He delights your bud with a cool blow of air, before bathing it in quickly licked circles once again as he slides two fingers into your heat, his little finger pushing into your bum, drawing a deep moan from the depths of your chest. Your hips quiver as they slowly undulate back and forth against his mouth, your moans softening as you feel your clit swept against the rigidity of each roll of his tongue.

“You like it when I ride your face, big man? Mmm, I can’t wait until it’s your dick I’m riding.  

“I do, but you’re not riding me. You’re going to be held exactly how and where I want you.” Oooh, forceful Tommy. Your favourite kind, with quietly baleful, yet so simply delivered dominance. It daggers right to your insides, your wet walls fluttering around his fingers.

Hearing his plans for you expedites the tightening coil in your belly to begin sparking, shaking against him as his tongue beats quicker, the fingers within you dragging, digging in, pulling the undoing from you as you crest with magnificence, crying out, your legs wrapping around his head.  

You’re still completely breathless and panting as he sits back on his heels, lifting you astride him, dropping your spent, shuddering body down onto his steely erection, clasping you tightly to him as he begins to thrust up into you with determined rolls of his hips.  

“I’m gonna make you cum, again and again, until your body can’t bear it any longer.” He promises, cock dragging your walls languidly as he rains kisses all over your neck. His words made your nipples pebble, your heart quickening as you cry out, flexing around him as he speeds up.  

“Yeah, sweetheart. Gonna cum on my cock? Fuck, you’re so bloody wet.” He growls, bouncing you on him, hand smacking your bum hard as you feel lightning begin to flicker beneath your skin, your walls clamping on him. “Come on, baby, that’s it. Cum for me.”

And you do. And it’s filthy, charging and hard. Just like him.

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[malavera]

What Makes a Grown Man Wanna Cry?

“Give, in.”

He doesn’t want to admit that he’s wrong.

He doesn’t want to admit that he should’ve just listened to you, hear you out.

He doesn’t want to say that touching that woman was a part of his job, his livelihood, and yours.

But, he lied to you.

And, you didn’t take it very well.

You specifically said no more sex scenes in the acting business. Acting is his passion, that doesn’t mean it should come out as disrespecting you. You understood his passion, but you refuse to understand the part where he needed to do it in spite of his passion.

He grunted, holding onto the cuffs as if his lives depends on it. Stubborn by nature—You didn’t mind it at all as you could do this all day. Increasing the speed of the toy that wraps around the head of his reddening cock, he yearns to let go though not with the cock ring hugging his shaft tightly. Entertained, is what you feel—watching the way he gritted his teeth with his eyes shut, eyebrows scrunched together either in pain for he couldn’t shoot everything he’s got or pleasure for little did both of you know that your beloved secretly enjoys this.

“Ugh.” You grunted, straddling his face—aiming your glistening cunt, who is dying for the touch of his tongue or his hands, towards his face. He sensed you, slowly he opens his eyes as he couldn’t help but let out such a slutty moan coming from a man. His visions are welcomed by your hands aggressively rubbing your slippery cunt, playing with your clit. Your hands coated with your own fluid.

“Just, give in. Baby, I’ll put this around your needy cock and fuck you like our life depends on it.” You purred. He grunted, his cock throbs even more if that’s possible, longing for your tight cunt sucking his cum to come out and fill you.

“All of this would be easier if you’d just give in.” You breathlessly spoke, your hands never stop playing with your cunt throughout the whole promises that you sell. His body never stopped producing sweats, his chest heaves, his heart thumps like a big fat bass. A smirk expressed on your face, he’s bargaining with his willpower to give into you than holding onto his pride. Tiny bits of sweats formed against his forehead, his whole figure soaking wet as if he received a wave from the ocean.

You pulled yourself away from him, straddling his chest—leaning down towards his face stopping just an inch from his lips, your eyes watching over him. Tilting your head to the side before you look over at his pulsating cock, who looks like he could be coming in just a few seconds.

“Come on, admit it. Admit that I’m right, and you’re wrong. You’re a selfish human being who wouldn’t want to listen to his wife who practically begged you to stop acting if there’s a porn script.” The words spoken out of you intended to coax him, sounded so delicate yet you were trying to spit at him. Surprised as you watched a tear escaped from his closed eyes, his breathing turned ragged, his chest heaves even more, lips tremble.

The man of action is crying.

“Aw, you’re crying?” You purred, slowly making your way down towards his hips. “You’re fucking crying?” By the end of your words, he is practically sobbing.

You breathily laughs before you turned off the toy on his cock, and take out the cock ring. Once both objects are off of his precious cargo, he lets out a big sigh of relief only to be quickly exchanged with a loud moan from his mouth when you harshly shove his cock into your warm cunt.

He opens his eyes to find your ass in his vision, as you ride him cowgirl reverse style. You take a look at him from your shoulders before you started to move your hips to bounce on his throbbing fat cock. You knew this shouldn’t take long as you’ve been edging him for 30 minutes. You knew, sooner or later he would spill his warm seed in your cunt.

“Tell me honey, are you sorry? If you are, I’m gonna let you cum in my pussy.”

He grunted, his whole body shudders to the thought of making a mess in your pussy. “Fuck! Yes! Yes! I’m sorry, it’s my fault! I shouldn’t be touching her other than you! Please baby, let me cum. Fuck, let me fucking cum please!”

You let out a scoff laugh, “You wanna cum baby? You wanna cum on my pussy?”

“Yes! Fuck, I’m gonna-” And before he could spill his load inside of you, you lifted your ass—made his cock fell out of your pussy hole. He choked out a breath, his body launching forward, his eyes opened wide in surprise.

You smirked, looking at him from your shoulders. Clicking your tongue, your head shook from side to side as you turn your body towards him.

“Oh honey, bad boys don’t get to cum in their wives pussy.”

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[visionsofmagic]

masterlist of:

⋆ ― ◜week of celebs◝ ― ⋆

↝ day 1: cillian murphy

⋆ you are playing in a movie as the enemy of cillian’s character who is protoganist. when director asks you two to act like there is a sexual tension between your characters, previous night’s memories follows into your mind. 

↝ day 2: chris evans

⋆  chris makes fun of your failed dates but when you finally find a good match as you say, events turn into something else than you plan.

↝ day 3: robert pattinson

⋆  robert and you go for the met gala and when he sees you, he just realizes you are the prettiest girl once again.

↝ day 4: christian bale

⋆ it is the third movie you and chris playing together in, and it is last time he can hide his love for you.

↝ day 5: tom hardy

↝ day 6: sebastian stan

↝ day 7: henry cavill

― explanation: so, with a motivation, coming from my own pinterest ^^, I wanted to create this one! I hope you will like it as well as I – because I love seeing you like them with likes, rbs and messages. thanks for reading! for the seven days of the week, I will publish seven works including these celebs you see below and I will add links to here or you can see them in my blog. enjoy!

- rose 🍰

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[castlecult]

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 : 𝐜𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠

pairing : eddie brock x fem!reader

warnings : +18, cockwarming, venom is mentioned once, not proofread

event : kinktober 2022

you have been sitting on his lap for an hour now. eddie had to finish some important work but proposed a different kind of activity to kill time. you were wearing only a t-shirt, your back was resting against his chest.

you felt his cock twitch again inside your warm walls. “eddie…” you whined, rotating your hips a couple of times, gaining some friction. “i’m almost done, i promise,” he grabbed your hips to stop you, trying to fight the urge to bend you over the desk and fuck you right there. he really wanted to but it was a important and he couldn’t fail.

you took his free and guided it on your breast, parting your lips. eddie gave in, starting palming you through the fabric. he squeezed a bit, making you moan. your wetness started pooling around the base of his thick member and you tried your best not to move.

“you’re doing so good,” he praised while keeping his eyes focused on the screen. “you’re so sexy while you’re concentrating, you know that?” you turned your head to kiss his jaw and neck slowly. eddie thrusted into you, a groan escaping your lips and you shivered. “thank you, venom,” you smirked, knowing the symbiote was on your side now.

eddie sighed and finally stopped working. he grabbed your hips and bent you over his desk, still buried into your pussy. your hands gripped the desk and mentally prepared for what was coming. “please, eddie,” he spanked you twice and you moaned, grinding against him. “you’re gonna be the death of me.”

an : this is my first time writing for eddie omg, i hope it was good enough hehe. thank you for reading & have a nice day !!

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[thedevilshardy]

If Tom would be your Husband -

Short fantasy

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

"What was that, darling?"

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

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

"I need-"

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

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

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

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

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[anadelaney79]

Home

Summary: I've read that @khanbika and @potter-solomons was asking a bj x reader smut in TH fandom, so I got inspired and here it is!

Pairing: Alfie Solomons x Reader

Words: 10k (I told you, I got inspired!)

Warnings: 18+ bj (man receiving)

A/N: As usual, I'm really sorry about all the spelling mistakes, as english is not my main language.

Title: Home

Since everything happened, Alfie did not speak again. Not with you, at least.

It still makes you shudder to remember those men carrying his huge, heavy body through the door, a mess of sand and blood that you didn't knew where it came from. "Is hurt, Alfie is hurt," they yelled as they left him lying on the floor. You crouched next to him without making a sound, checking his body, opening his clothes to understand what was happening. "Is in the head," one of them said, all standing around watching how you exam his body. You took his face in your hands and turned it towards you, and there you saw it. Half of his face was covered in blood, his eye and part of his temple blown out by what looked like a bullet, the blood covering everything. He opened his eye while the other was a mess of skin and sand and blood, and looked at you before passed out. "Take him upstairs," you said, and ran to the kitchen for gauze pads, alcohol, and warm water.

Sleepless nights next to him, changing his bandages, cleaning his wounds, delicately caring for his eye so he wouldn't lose it, receiving doctors who swore not to say who he was. "It is not convenient for you to stay here," one of them said. And then, when Alfie was better, you took it upon yourself to organize a new life in Margate, away from everything and everyone who knew him.

You never talked about it with him. You could not. You didn't ask him, you didn't want to know. It was too painful, both for him and for you. Alfie was hurted by the wounds in his flesh, you, on the other hand, by the wounds that were not seen, which were the worst. You loved Alfie from the first moment you saw him, and you never stopped loving him. You never, either, told him. Always by his side, helping him, working for him to return to a place he called "home", taking care of him. Seeing Alfie like this tore your heart into a thousand pieces, but you also knew it was inevitable.

The only words you told him since it all happened were about his condition, his needs, his requests. "Do you want more fresh water?", "it's time to change the bandage", "here are your medicines", "I'll arrange your pillows", "let me help you up". He wouldn't answer.

Every night, though, you would go up to his room with a book and start reading to him, always feeling his eyes burning all over your skin. You read for hours until sleep began to creep in and your eyelids felt heavy. Then you closed the book with a sigh, straightened his pillows and blankets, turned off the light, and murmured "goodnight Alfie." You never got an answer.

It was not uncommon to go to bed every night crying, hugging your pillow tight, until, hopeless, you let yourself sleep. A mixture of the pain that seeing him like that caused you and not being able to know what Alfie was thinking, not even knowing how to help him other than what you were doing for him. Was that even enough? You wouln't know.

That night you turned off all the lights in the house and entered his room with "The trial" by Kafka. Alfie was standing by the window, looking out to the sea. It had been a couple of weeks since he'd gotten out of bed and made short rounds around the house, going back to bed when even the painkillers couldn't take the pain out of his flesh. His figure was outlined in the moonlight coming through the windows and you sighed when you saw him, his wide back wrapped in a soft white linen shirt. Your hands burned with the desire to touch him, to kiss his lips, to wrap your arms around his body. If he only knew how you feel... You shake your head, trying to let those thoughts go away, clenched your fingers on the cover of the book and sat down on the usual chair. Alfie turned back and walked languidly to the bed. He settled back against the headboard and you could feel his eyes on you, although you weren't looking at him anymore, searching for the page where you had stopped the night before. You cleared your throat before you started reading, the silence in the room so deep that the only sound were the waves far away and your voice, both keeping the same rythm.

"...You may object that it is not a trial at all; you are quite right, for it is only a trial if I recognize it as such. But for the moment I do recognize it, on grounds of compassion, as it were. One can't regard it except with compassion, if one is to regard it at all…"

"Do you feel compassion for me? Or is it just pity?" he said. Your heart instantly stopped when you saw him looking at you.

"None of them" you managed to say with your voice almost breaking in a whisper.

"It must be revulsion, then"

"Pain".

"Pain?"

"I can't help it", you said as you wiped away a tear that you couldn't help but shed.

"Why?"

You kept silent. You didn't want to cry. You have never cried in front of him, you've been his firm stone in a rough ocean, where he had felt safe and content. You didn't want him to see you weak after everything you've been through, exposing your open heart for him to break as easily as a dead branch in the woods.

"Why are you still here with me? Why did you do all this for me? Why didn't you leave, like everyone else?"

He got up from the bed and took the book from your hands, examined it carefully from the outside, and tossed it on the table next to the chair. He growled before putting two fingers down your chin and lifting it up, forcing you to look at him. A stubborn tear slid down your cheek, and he wiped it away with his thumb before you could.

"Look at me," he told you, and you obeyed him. "Don't cry. I don't want you to suffer. I can't do that to you". You felt inside a wave of sensations crowding to get out. All those sensations that were contained during all this time, those that you took care of keeping hidden, still, giving priority to everything else. Fury, despair, pain, suffering, unease… love.

Alfie leaned towards you with a slight groan. His nose caressed yours gently, while his eyes were closed. "Hmmm…" he growled at you before his lips brushed against yours. His teeth caught your lower lip, tugging at it before his mouth slowly kissed yours. His tongue peeked out timidly, making its way between your thirsty and eager lips, invading your mouth. Your hands clung tightly to the chair, praying that it wasn't just a dream. "Alfie"… you whispered when you finally got a breath between his lips. He growl straightened up in front of you and, looking down at you, ran his thumb over your swollen, red lips, like admiring his work.

He looked powerful, thirsty, manly. It had been a long time since you saw him with this vigor, and you felt that he was returning to being that Alfie you knew. His hands opened one by one the wooden buttons of his cotton pants that tightened on his erection. Your hands finally let go of the chair and fearfully caressed his thighs, your mouth waiting to quench the desperate thirst that consumed it.

He released his erection and he dropped his arms heavily to his sides, letting you decide the fate of what was about to come. You caressed the skin of his bare thighs, slowly moving your palms up. Your fingers finally wrapped around the hot steel of his manhood, and your mouth moved toward him like a moth to the light.

You looked at him once more, as if asking permission, even though you knew you didn't need it. His hands turned into two fists, clenching tightly, anticipating what was to come.

As your hand moved up and down gently, caressing him, your lips wrapped around his hot, firm erection. Gentle at first, you sucked with conviction, feeling the taste of his warm skin for the first time, that taste that you imagined so many times in the solitude of your room, while you masturbated thinking about him. The feeling was a thousand times better than you could ever have imagined. You felt it pulsing on your tongue, growing with each suck of your lips, with each flick of your tongue. Your saliva formed a shiny, slippery coating on it, allowing your mouth to slide easily. You raised your hand to caress his sack, while the other continued with the movements that matched your mouth.

You released him completely, admiring his erection in all its glory. It was thick, veiny, smooth. You couldn't resist. Still caressing it with your hand, you took it back into your mouth, this time as deep as you could.

"Oh fuck it" he whispered, throwing hishead back. His hands relaxed and rested on the sides of your head, accompanying his rhythmic movements.

You pushed him in until the tip of his erection touched deep in your throat, causing you to gag. Then you pulled it all the way out, and your lips wrapped around the tip, sucking, kissing, wrapping your tongue around just that little spot, tasting his precum, sweet elixir of the Gods. Your own saliva mixed with the taste of him turned you on even more. You repeated the sequence over and over again, your hands moving, masturbating, accompanying.

You raised your eyes, the sight of Alfie from below was majestic. Only then you were aware of the growing wetness between your legs, the need to fill yourself with him. You needed him, now and always.

You knew he wouldn't last long. It was months of Alfie lying on a bed, healing from painful wounds, his desire taking a backseat to his recovery. And it was so. You quickened the pace guided by his moans of pleasure, by his rapid breathing, by the movement of his hands on your temples, by the hardness under the silken skin, unstoppable.

Unintelligible words followed by a loud growl escaped from the depths of his throat, while your mouth received the warmth of his release, the sweet nectar of his pleasure. Your tongue filled with his taste, you savored every last drop like the most deserved prize. His entire body trembled, tensing at first, then relaxing completely.

The tips of his fingers caressed your cheeks. As you passed the back of your hand across the corner of your mouth, you looked up to his face. His eyes were still closed as his breathing returned to its normal rhythm. When he finally seemed to come back to reality, he opened his eyes and looked down at you, then leaned over you and gave you a deep, languid kiss.

"Stay with me tonight" he said to you and, for the first time in a long time, you saw Alfie's smile.

"I wouldn't leave for the world," was all you could reply.

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[wandawiccan60]

I’m Sorry

An Alfie Solomons X Freya(FemOC)One-Shot

A/N: Hello everyone I know I have ghosted for a while just school and other things have happened lately good and bad really. But enough said but here is a lovely lovely One-Shot that I had the honor with working with my bestie and lovely @i-love-th-characters1. We thought of this story out of nowhere and we decided to make Alfie be such a brute because we thought that Alfie never really apologizes so we decided to make this tale of him and we are very proud to share this short and yet long one shot of the lovely King of Camden Town and his beautiful Scandinavian. Gypsy Freya(our very own OC). Romance, Friendship, etc is presented before your eyes and I hope you all enjoy this as much as me and I-love had such a fun and brainstorming time to bring this to life. Without further ado please as always enjoy, Reblog, Comment, and thank you all for being around I appreciate it every single one of you.

Summary: ”I'm Sorry." 

Two words that she never thought she would hear from the man in front of her. If she's honest, she did look at him like he had 3 heads. Silence took over as they both stared at each other, wondering who would break it as his apology lingered between them.

WARNING 18+: Fem is a Virgin, Lit SMUT, Cussing, Mentions of Alcohol, & Lots Fluff

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The old grandfather clock chimed throughout the small hallway indicating that it was past 10 o'clock at night. Freya was peacefully sitting on the red velvet couch facing the small chimney fireplace. While in her hands she continued to read a book that she got from one of the bookshelves. Cyril was lying next to her feet on the floor while the smooth breeze of the ocean outside the window came inside the lit-up living room. Freya let out a low sigh placing the closed book on top of her lap feeling uneasy about Alfie not arriving home yet. 

“Where could he be, it’s getting late?” she said out loud resting her back against the head of the couch hearing the crackling sound of the fireplace continuing to burn. 

Feeling like time was going slow for Freya, Sophia, their young maid, appeared inside the living room making Cyril lift his head up from his nap. 

“Would you like me to get you anything else for tonight Mrs. Solomons?” the young girl asked while picking up the silver tray from the small brown table in front of Freya.

“No, I’m quite alright now, Sophia thank you. It's best you head home. I'm still waiting for Alfie to arrive from his workplace. Don’t you worry about me, I can take care of the rest of the house. You have done a lot today which I appreciate very much and so does Alfie but enough said. Oh, and yes, your payment for this week's salary I’ll get that right away for you my dear. I’ll be right back,” Freya said, walking her way out of the living room to head to Alfie’s office, while Sophia put away the tea tray in the kitchen area.

A few minutes later Freya returned with the young woman’s payment in her hands, she saw Sophia giving cuddles and scratches to the big Bullmastiff. She smiled at the site while the big dog lay on his back enjoying the amount of attention he was getting from the young housemaid. 

“Silly Cyril you, now come on then off to bed with you. Go on shoo, shoo,” Freya clapped commanding the big brown mutt to go away but was not listening. 

“Hehe, seems he doesn't want to go to bed just yet, but I must go now Cyril I’ll see you tomorrow you sweet dog,” Sophia cooed raising herself on her feet smoothing out her white shirt dress.

“Here you go love,” Freya said handing over the young woman’s money as she continued speaking, “We’ll see you at the same hour in the morning as always, you walk safely back home now. Goodnight Sophia.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Solomons, and I’ll be here at 7 in the morning sharp like I always do. And it is a pleasure to serve you and Mr. Solomon-.”

The front door suddenly burst open making both women jump back in fright, noticing Alfie angrily mumbling some words under his breath. Both Sophia and Freya couldn't quite catch what he was saying, as he shut the door with force. 

“Fuckin’ hell can tonight be something more difficult than the other nights,” Alfie loudly said walking his way towards his office room not noticing the girl's presence who have been seeing his small tantrum all this time.

“Umm, well then that means he didn’t have a good day at work I suppose. I apologize for my husband's behavior Sophia, he really isn't like this every night believe me. Anyways again goodnight dear, until the morning,” said Freya, opening the door for Sophia feeling embarrassed on the inside from Alfie’s actions.

After Sophia left the house, Freya with a small temper growing from inside, quickly walked her way toward her husband's private office. Cyril followed right behind as she opened the door with ferocity, seeing his back facing her way.

“What the fuck is the matter with you, Alfie? Have you gone out of your mind coming back home with that temperament?” Freya questioned, closing the door behind her and crossing her arms in front of her chest glaring her eyes directed at him.

“So fuckin’ what, eh? I can act whatever way I want, yea, you won’ understand the amount of shit I went through today,” he said, forwarding himself on his knuckles on top of his desk, letting out a big frustrated sigh.

Freya let out a slow sigh trying her best to steady her breathing, wanting to try and communicate with her loving husband. She felt her body relax until she talked to Alfie once again.

“Alfie, talk to me, you know you can always tell me what is wrong,” Freya said, placing a gentle hand on top of his left shoulder but he shoved her hand away from him startling her with fright.

“Why would you fuckin’ care about what happened to me at the job today, it's business that you won’t understand. And now you here telling me ‘what is wrong,’ like if talkin’ will make me feel better,” he said giving a menacing look at his wife, Freya felt chills forming through her body appalled by how Alfie was raising his voice at her.

“Are you listening to yourself, Alfie?” Freya now had her voice raised while her hands turned into tight fists as she continued on speaking, “What is the matter with you, how dare you're raising your voice at me when it isn’t my fault you had a terrible day at work. And you're standing here taking your anger out on me. Who by the way is your wife? Who wants to try and understand what the hell caused you to act like this.”

“Do me a favor, my dear yea? Why don’ you just leave me alone and shut your goddamn mouth and instead you can fuck off from my site yea! You're makin’ my damn head hurt more just by looking at your face,” he said breathing heavily in and out from his nostrils, Freya stayed silent feeling as though a sharp knife stabbed through her heart.

Not wanting to stay any longer Freya angrily walked out of Alfie’s private office, shutting the brown door with a loud bang. She leaned her back against the wooden door placing her hands over her eyes and letting out a small quiet whimper. She felt tears forming through her dark hazel eyes, inhaling a long breath of air as she walked her way through the small hallway. She grabbed a long black scarf from the coat hanger and wrapped the material around her shoulders. Freya made her way out of her house without a care in the world, as some thunder was heard in the far distance. Indicating that a storm was coming in but that didn’t stop her from walking her way to who knows where. Back inside the house, Alfie took out a bottle of whiskey from a side drawer of his desk. Before opening the cap, he stared at the bottle for a moment until he saw Freya’s face.

Realizing what he did and said to her was incredibly wrong and inside his soul, he was regretting it ever so much. Grabbing the whiskey bottle with his right hand he frustratingly threw it across the room, making a big splatter spot on the wall. Along with the pieces of glass shattered throughout the floor as he let himself fall on top of his armchair. Tilting his head back looking up at nothing else but the ceiling, exhaling a long sigh while he had his eyes closed. 

What the fuck did I just do… I’m such a fuckin’ idiot…

Alfie walked his way out of his office room, walking through the hallway towards the stairs that led up to the second floor. Cyril walked alongside him making their way up wanting to apologize to her for acting such a dick towards her knowing that his anger got the best of him. Alfie reached the bedroom door and before going inside he softly knocked on it. 

“Freya… sweetheart, I’m… forgive me for screaming at you. I… I don’t know what came over me,” Alfie said, letting out a disappointed sigh and placing his right hand on the doorknob making his way slowly inside the room.

But to his shock, she was nowhere to be found inside but only their empty bed and a small table lamp on the other side of the room. Alfie panicked feeling his heart racing out of control, as he walked his way back down the first floor. 

“Freya. Freya, where are you?” he called out looking from one room to the other, not finding any trace of her whereabouts.

Alfie started to become more agitated after failing to find her in every part of the house thinking about where she could be or run off to. Alfie caressed his fingers through his short brown locks, letting out another irritated sigh. Wondering where Freya could have gone too and somewhere he and she would know to go when they wanted to clear their heads out. That's when it suddenly hit him where exactly Freya could have gone to.

The old stone bridge… she must have gone there…

Alfie didn't wait another minute to pass by and made his way out of the house, leaving Cyril all alone in the house. Outside the dark chilly night, it started pouring small drops of rain as Alfie walked his way towards the path that leads to the old bridge. Where they met for the first time when they were in their adolescent years. He only hoped and prayed that Freya made it there safely the rain however only continued to come down heavily.

This is all my fault…my own damn fucking guilt…

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14 Years Ago: Somewhere In Camden Town

"Follow the path, Cyril. You know better." A young Alfie told his then puppy. 

The pup happily sniffed and walked along the path again, a path he and Alfie took for their afternoon walks for a few months now. It was all very familiar to both boys. Today was no different, or at least, it wasn't supposed to be. Yet, their ears picked up on something. 

"Stop." Alfie whispered to his pup who stayed in place in front of him, waiting for his owner to be closer. 

Looking around, Alfie couldn't place where the sudden singing was coming from. Not that he minded the joyous and raucous tune, but the path is known to be private, which is why he began walking Cyril here two months ago. Straining his sight again, he finally saw a figure under the old stone bridge. 

A young woman, to be exact. She was dancing while singing. Her swaying movements and the unfamiliar tune was like a siren's song to the young man and his puppy. Neither even felt themselves starting to walk in her direction. Their feet simply had minds of their own. Slowly, they approached the young woman who hadn't seen or heard them yet. She was too busy dancing her heart out, the jingling of her many necklaces clinking against each other adding a different beat to the, what Alfie could tell was a, foreign song. He was in a trance as he watched her body move. Nothing provocative, nothing grand. She just seemed so free. Cyril looked up at his owner, wondering why he hadn't said anything yet if he liked seeing the girl dance so much. So, being the curious puppy he was, he happily barked. 

The echoing noise immediately had the young woman stopping her movements and her song as she sharply inhaled, clearly startled as she looked towards the direction in which the bark came from. 

"No, no, shh." Alfie told his dog as he tried to subdue the embarrassment he began to feel since he had gotten caught staring.

Instead of being able to control his puppy, Cyril barked again, and again, and again. His tail was wagging and his ears stood up halfway as he wondered why the girl wasn't singing or dancing anymore as she kept looking at them. Alfie wasn't sure what to do as he looked up from his dog. His eyes met the young woman's, and he could tell that she was either seconds from running away or she was too scared to move and was hoping they'd leave first. He knew one thing was for certain; neither parties moved from their spots as they simply stared at each other. 

He could tell she wasn't from here. He had never seen her in the town, much less under the old bridge that he has been passing under daily for two months. He softly cleared his throat as he gave her a tiny nod, unsure of what to do as she kept looking at them. He wasn't sure if she'd do them both harm, though she didn't seem to be a bad person. Cyril, on the other hand, was still curious about this girl who seemed so free a moment ago and was now hesitant to leave the safety of the shadows of the bridge. 

So, Cyril took matters into his own paws and sniffed the trail as he wandered over to where she was standing. He was surprised when Alfie didn't bother stopping him. Looking up at the girl who slowly looked down at him, Cyril barked, wagging his tail to let her know he was friendly. He sensed that she was being cautious, and the pup didn't blame her. He and his owner were strangers to her after all. He sat in place and softly whined, giving her the best puppy eyes that he could muster. Alfie took cautious steps towards the two, stopping just under the beginning of the bridge. 

He watched her necklaces clink together as she slowly moved to kneel down in front of the puppy. Cyril immediately climbed into her lap, causing the young woman to seem taken back by the gentle action. The pup nudged one of her hands with his small nose, letting her know it was alright to pet him. Carefully, she very lightly patted his back, now curious about the tiny animal in her lap who seemed happy to see her. So she patted him again, and again, and again. Each time, she grew less afraid, less cautious, and soon, Alfie felt himself smiling as he watched her scratch Cyril on his belly which caused one of the pup's back legs to scratch the air. 

He found her smile breathtaking, even if it was directed at his dog and not him. 

"I…um, we're sorry for interrupting you." He said, noticing how her eyes were taking all of him in. 

It made him feel too warm for his own comfort, but some tiny part of him deep down enjoyed the attention from this beautiful young woman. 

She only gave him another smile, seeming confused as to what he was saying. Deciding to try and help the situation, Alfie carefully kneeled down in front of her and his pup, hoping she could tell that they're both friendly and meant her no harm. 

"Cyril." He told her, pointing at the puppy. 

She tilted her head slightly to the right, still seeming confused. 

"Cy-ril." Alfie repeated, only slower this time so she could grasp the name. 

She looked at the dog, slowly nodding. Though she didn't say anything, Alfie knew she understood. Suddenly, she was pointing at him, head tilting to the right again. 

"I'm Alfie." He said, placing one of his hands on his chest. 

Her eyebrows raised in confusion. 

"Al-fie. Al-fie." He slowly repeated, being patient with her. 

She gave him a slow nod, understanding that he was introducing himself. 

"Alfie Solomons. I live here, in Camden. Do…Do you live here?" He asked, only to receive no answer.

They both stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity.

"Freya," She softly spoke, copying him and placing one of her hands on her chest, 

"Fre-ya." She said with a smile. 

"Freya." He repeated the name, liking how it rolled off his tongue. 

She happily nodded after he had said it. He stretched out his right hand towards her, watching as she looked at it with curiosity. 

"You give me your left hand, and we shake 'em together. That's how you greet someone who you just met." He explained.

Freya still didn't understand, so he gently took her left hand in his right one. Very slowly, he shook hands with her, noticing that she seemed to be paying close attention. 

"It's nice to meet you." He said, adding a slight smile for good measure. 

He tried to let go of her hand, but she didn't want to let him go. She had never been so patiently dealt with by someone foreign to her. Alfie felt himself blushing as they just awkwardly kept holding hands, wondering why she would choose to keep holding on to him. 

"Do you live here?" He asked her again, only to earn another head tilt. 

"Um," 

His mind was racing as he thought of ways to gesture at a house or anything that resembled a home. Suddenly, an idea hit him as he spotted a small twig beside his leg. She let go of his hand as his other began picking up the twig. He did the best that he could to draw an outline of a house between them on the sand beneath their legs. 

"Home?" He asked, motioning to his simple drawing. 

All Freya did was curiously look at him before something visibly clicked within her. She pointed to the twig, and Alfie quickly gave it to her. He was so caught up in looking her over that he hadn't realized what she was doing. That is, until a voice was heard in the far distance. 

"Freya!" A man's voice shouted.

Alfie watched as she happily turned around, looking towards where the voice came from. Turning again to face her new friend, she pointed behind her. 

"Tata." She said with a smile. 

Now it was Alfie's turn to give her a look of confusion, watching as she handed a snoozing Cyril to him before she carefully rose to her feet. He quickly followed, careful to not wake his puppy. 

"Freya!" The man's voice shouted again, sounding slightly closer this time. 

"Tata." The young woman repeated to Alfie who gave her a slow nod. 

Then it clicked. 

'Must be her father.' He thought as she gave him another smile. 

"Home." She softly added as she tried her best to copy how he had pronounced the singular word, once again pointing in the same direction she had a moment ago. 

"Oh, right, yeah. I best be headin' back myself. 

"Home?" She asked with a curious expression, her words laced with happiness. 

"Yes. My home is that way." He answered with a slight smile, pointing behind him, his thumb gesturing towards the path he and Cyril took.

"Jutro." She said with a look of hope. 

Once again, he was confused. 

"Jutro?" She asked instead, hoping it would make a difference. 

"I…I don't understand." He softly explained, taking a step closer to her.

"Jutro…jutro." She slowly repeated, making a gesture with her hands as she also took a step closer towards him.

Alfie paid close attention, trying to grasp what she meant as he closely watched her hands. Her left hand stayed still as her right one moved back to the front over her left. 

"Jutro?" She asked in a whisper. 

Then it hit him. 

"Tomorrow!" He blurted out, finally understanding. 

"Jutro!" She happily hummed out, grateful that he knew what she meant. 

"I'll come back tomorrow. Me and Cyril," He pointed to himself and his pup, 

"Will meet you," He pointed at her,

"Here." He promised as he pointed between them.

They were both happy that they had reached an agreement, just in time, as her father called out a third time, the voice closer now. She reached towards Cyril, giving his head a loving pat, being careful to not wake him. With a final look to Alfie, Freya slowly waved at him, giving him such a sweet smile before she hurried out from under the old stone bridge. He watched as she soon disappeared into the fog that was covering the far distance of Camden. 

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Some Time Later

Freya, Alfie, and Cyril were inseparable. Wherever one was, so were the other two. The three spent much time each day under the stone bridge. It was mostly because Freya was scared to leave its safety. She had never dared go past the bridge, and Alfie never forced her. Until one month later when one particular morning Cyril had stepped on a small thorn and Alfie wasn't sure what was wrong with his pup. 

"Mate, you're limping." He said in concern as Cyril sat in place. 

Squatting down, Alfie carefully looked over his whimpering pup, trying to figure out what the source behind the discomfort was. 

"Alfie!" Freya happily called out to him from under the bridge. 

Looking towards her, he waved at her since she was waving at him. 

"I'll be just a second, alright? Something is wrong with Cyril." He called out to her as worry towards his dog's health began creeping into his head. 

Freya quietly watched as Alfie sat on the floor and Cyril didn't climb in his lap. In her eyes, it was all too strange that the puppy would rather sit on the floor than in his owner's lap because Cyril loves being in her and Alfie's laps. 

She could hear Alfie talking to Cyril, but all he would get in return were whines and whimpers of discomfort. Worry rose within her, and it was so fast in that moment that she hadn't realized her feet had minds of their own. They quickly walked her out from under the bridge and towards her friends. She sat beside Alfie, who glanced over at her then back to his dog, but then he quickly fully looked over at her. 

"Cyril." She said in worry with a small frown. 

Carefully, she picked him up, doing some inspecting of her own to see if Alfie possibly missed something when he had done the same just a second ago. 

"Freya, you're-" 

"Found it." She announced as she very gently laid the dog on her lap. 

She spotted a very small thorn wedged between the pads of his left back paw. 

"A thorn?" He asked her as she held it up for him to see. 

"Yes." She answered before flicking it away from them. 

"Better, Cyril?" She asked the pup as she set him on all fours. 

He happily wagged his tail before barking, obviously in a much better mood. 

"Freya," 

She turned to look at Alfie who wore a surprised expression on his face. 

"Yes?" She asks curiously. 

"You're out from under the bridge." He told her gently. 

She looked behind them, finding he was correct. She had left the safety of the bridge. Yet it didn't feel different now that she was out from under there. She was with Alfie and Cyril, which made everything seem normal. 

"Is good?" She hesitantly asked him. 

He gently smiled at her, enjoying that she had learned the English language so quickly with his help.

"Do you feel good about being here in the open?" He asked her. 

After giving the question some thought, she nodded, giving him a smile in return. 

"Then this means I can show ya the shops in the town." He excitedly said, and the thought of seeing all the different stores and products they have to offer caused her to smile again. 

That day, while they were in town, he asked her if she would allow him to be her boyfriend. She looked at him in slight shock as she thought of what he had just asked.

"If you don't want to be with me, I understand. It's just…I fancy you so much, Freya. You understand me like no one else does. You're beautiful and kind. Your nature is to heal and comfort. Mine is to destroy and create chaos. But none of that happens when I'm with you." 

"Yes." She answered once his words ceased. 

They stared at each other for what felt like an eternity. Slowly, big smiles began to spread across their lips before she happily hugged him. He hugged her back, holding her tightly as she excitedly giggled into his chest. 

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1914: World War I

Two months passed before their lives drastically changed. A war had begun, and by what Alfie told Freya, any and all help was needed. 

"They sent me this." He told her, holding up a folded paper. 

"What is it?" She hesitantly asked. 

He took a good long look at her. He didn't want to tell her. He couldn't. He couldn't bear to see the sadness he knew would be on her face. He didn't want to tell her that he might die far away from home. Yet he forced himself to answer her. 

"It's a letter. I've been…" 

She stepped closer to him, seeing the worry in his eyes,

"I've been drafted. They need me to go fight. I leave in two weeks." 

Silence lingered between them as they looked at each other.

"You can't leave." She whispered as a small frown took over her lips. 

"I have to. They'll punish me if I don't." He softly explained. 

"But…But what if you don't return?" She asked him.

Tears began to form in her eyes, and he quickly wrapped his arms around her. 

"I will. I will return. That much I promise you." 

Those two weeks were spent with each other. The young couple felt that they couldn't get enough time together as the day they both dreaded quickly approached. When that morning came, the two closely stayed by each other's sides as they waited for the designated train to pull into the station. 

Freya couldn't stop thinking about how to help Alfie feel less nervous. He was holding her hand as if his life depended on it. Then it dawned on her.

She moved to take off one of the many necklaces that hung around her neck. Making sure she had the one she wanted, she moved to stand in front of her boyfriend. He looked at her with curious eyes, wondering what she was doing. He had his answer when she held the necklace towards him. Understanding that she was trying to help, he slightly dipped his head down and felt her carefully slip it over his head. As it rested against his chest, he looked down at it, finding a small coin-sized plate hanging from the chain. The name of his girlfriend was engraved in a fancy font on the face of it. 

She had opened her mouth to speak, but the train was coming into the station, blaring its horn in the process. The other men, young and older and who had also received a letter that requested their help in the war, began saying goodbye to their significant others or their families. Slowly, Freya's eyes met Alfie's. 

"I promise to come back to you. No matter how far away I am, you'll be here in my heart. That's why you gave me this, right?" He asked as he pointed to the necklace. 

"Yes." She answered in a whisper. 

The train horn blared again, and even though the recruited men didn't want to, they all began lining up beside the train car to board it. Mothers and wives were crying while waving their sons and husbands off. Looking down at Freya, Alfie tightly embraced her. It was warm and loving, and neither wanted to let go. Reluctantly, he was the first to pull away after a solid minute. 

"Don't cry, my love." He whispered as he gently wiped away her tears. 

She placed her hands over his own, wanting to feel them in hers one last time until who knew how long. He leaned down, placing his mouth over hers, and she followed along by closing the space between them. The kiss was beautiful; familiar, and slow as they tried to be physically connected for as long as they could. When they couldn't breathe anymore, they pulled away, and after they caught their breaths, she sadly watched as he picked up his bags. 

"Can I ask you for a favor?" He spoke softly. 

"Anything." She answered quickly. 

"Will you please look after Cyril and collect my mail while I'm gone? I don't get much, if any, but I'll write to you every chance I get." He explained. 

She gave him a nod as it sank in for both of them that they were not dreaming and would be apart with neither knowing for how long. With an apologetic expression towards her, he began to also join the long line of recruited men. 

He was only 15 feet away from her, yet she was already missing his touch. So, she did what any love stricken girlfriend would do. 

"Alfie!" She called out. 

He was about to fill an empty spot in the line when he quickly turned around. He was met by Freya rushing towards him, and just before he could drop his bags, her arms were around his neck. The force that came with her was so great that he almost lost his balance, but the young men on his right and left sides steadied him. They gave him knowing smiles as they took his bags and held them for him. His arms were wrapping themselves around her waist once his hands were free. 

When she looked up at him, they kissed again, the action done in haste as the train horn was heard again. When they pulled away, Alfie rested his forehead against hers. 

"I love you." He told her with such seriousness that she couldn't help but smile. 

"I love you, too." She responded, and he slowly began to let go of her just like she did to him. The warmth they both felt from the embrace quickly turned cold as the two young men handed Alfie his bags again. Freya smiled sadly at him, earning the same smile from him.

A woman gently pulled her away from the line as it shortened, telling her that it was safer to wait by the waiting area than be too close to the tracks. Freya learned that the woman was a mother and had just said goodbye to her three sons. They both stood together, watching in fear and sadness as the train began to slowly take off. Alfie waved at her, just like the woman's sons did. The four had gotten seats right beside some windows. Freya waved back at him, trying her best to not cry so Alfie wouldn't remember her like that.

From that day, exactly one week passed until she heard from him. She was sitting in the living room of his home. Cyril was lying beside her as they both occupied the longest sofa. As she went through the mail to see if he had written to her, her heart raced when she saw her name on one envelope. She dropped the other few envelopes to the floor and got to opening hers right away. Her eyes were met by her boyfriend's handwriting, and they didn't hesitate to begin reading. 

'Freya, 

I am missing you. I know it has just been a couple of days, but I cannot wait to see you again. It is hard to be away from you for this war against France. I know that what I am doing is for the good of people, but nothing truly feels good without you. I am hoping to see you again soon. But, until then, know that I love you dearly and that I left my heart with you, my darling. 

I love you, 

-Alfie 

Tears ran down her cheeks as she realized that only a week had passed. How long would it be until they saw each other again? Would he make it back? Would this war turn him into someone she wouldn't recognize when…if…he returned? Looking at Cyril, who was closely watching her, Freya continued to softly cry. The dog became concerned, so he moved his head to be in her lap. As soon as she felt Cyril's weight, she hugged him, crying into his fur as he lowly whined. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

“Freya. Freya, can you hear me love?” Alfie called out walking through the big green forest both his shoulders and hair drenched in rain.

He has been calling out for his wife for an hour or so hoping that she didn’t go far from where they lived. Beneath his shoes the pathway was muddy in some spots trying his best to not slip. Some paces later Alfie saw a black smokey cloud in the distance. At first he thought it would be Freya’s family that were set at camp but as he made his way towards the cloud. It turned out to be the old stone bridge where he and Freya would mostly spend time together and where they first met all those years ago. It’s like he could remember it like it was yesterday.

How time flies so fast…

Seeing the smoke coming from underneath he carefully made his way down a steep path. Once making it down Alfie embraced the site of the old bridge placing a hand against its few stones. Remembering the old days of both him and Freya’s life when they would meet each other secretly. Until Freya’s father found out about their meetups one day and it caused both of them to not see or speak to each other for weeks. But eventually Freya told her father that Alfie was nothing but a gentleman and a marvelous boy towards her. Knowing that Alfie wasn’t never the type of man to lay a hand on her for any reason. Her father at first didn’t believe in her daughter for a while but eventually when one day Alfie without feeling afraid. Went to visit her home and talked with her family hoping that they will see a different perspective and let Freya be his friend. 

“If you ever do anything that will harm my lovely daughter you stay away from us and never come back. Is that understood boy?” Said Harald Freya’s father pointing a sharp finger at the young boy which in reply a nod in agreement. 

And after that discussion Freya was free to see and speak with Alfie which she was relieved that her father finally let her see her friend. It was as if that event just happened yesterday how he wished to relive that moment one more time.

Alfie then made his way towards the large opening of the bridge where he found Freya sitting on the wet cold ground. Hugging her legs together while she stared at the small campfire she made not too long ago. Her long dark brown hair was wet from the rain as well as her clothes. It didn’t bother her since she is after all a gypsy who has traveled to many places. And the rain was one of her favorite weathers feeling like she is at peace for the most part. Freya didn’t notice his presence until Alfie sat next to her. She scooted a bit to the side still feeling upset towards him not forgetting what he told her earlier. Alfie noticed this not wanting to push her buttons anymore knowing he has caused so much tonight. The crackling sound of the wood against the fire continued and Freya and Alfie didn't say much for a moment. While the sound of faint thunder was heard far towards the distance as the drops of water continued to gently pour down. Alfie wanted to say something at first but he didn’t feel brave to say anything yet. Freya tightens her long black scarf around her shoulders, feeling the cool wind feeling shivers running through her body. Noticing this Alfie without exchanging any words removed his long black coat from himself. He gently placed the warm material over Freya making her flinch but yet welcomed it. She looked him in the eyes giving off a small faint smile nodding her head in “thank you.” Alfie returned the gesture they both didn’t say much again. As some time has passed for too long Alfie finally surprising himself at the words he said next.

“I’m sorry,” is all that he could say looking forward to the fireplace.

When Freya heard him say those two words she looked at him with a confused look. Not believing in what he just heard him say.

“What did you say?” She then said wanting to make sure she heard him correctly.

Before he said anything he sat straight while clearing his throat. He turned to see his wife having to repeat himself again. Inhaling a small breath he heard himself again saying those two words he mostly never says until now.

“I’m sorry for yelling at you back at home my love. My frustration and stubbornness got the best of me and I never meant to say those things to you either. Work has been a pain in the ass these past couple of days and today was the worst of them all,” he says, lowering his eyes looking at his hands biting his lips together as he went on, “once those words came out of me mouth I knew I'd made a terrible mistake. Looking at your eyes I saw how hurt you felt and I wanted to just kill myself then and there for what I have said to the love of my life. I just…just.”

Freya could see the tears forming against his blue eyes knowing that he meant every word that he was saying to her. Seeing and hearing the guilt in his eyes and voice wishing he could take back what he didn’t mean to say. She also felt her eyes filling with tears as one teardrop stream down the corner of her right eye gently wiping it away with the back of her right hand. No words were exchanged Freya tightly hugged Alfie around his neck almost making him tilt to the side. But they both steadied themselves; she then felt his arms wrapping around her embracing in each other's arms. 

“I know you didn’t mean those words my love, but that doesn’t make me stop loving you no matter what. I love you so much my Alfie, like you don’t imagine,” she said leaning back to look him in the eyes, placing her right hand against his left cheek as their foreheads touch each other.

“I promise you at this very moment that I’ll not let my emotions get to me very easily. Because I never want to see my flower look sad and hurt ever again. And I love you too my Freya like you don’t know either,” he said back, placing a small light kiss on top of her forehead.

“I hope you know I’m not one of your workers who will tolerate your screaming and shouting, Alfie. I'm your wife." Freya reminds her husband placing both her hands on each side of his cheeks.

Alfie nods immediately. "I know, sweetheart.”

"Don't you ever do this to me again, yes?” Freya says, sounding not too angry anymore with a more relaxed smile.

He gives her a small smile while nodding again. "I wouldn't dream of it." He says as he gets closer to her. 

She can't stay mad at him forever, so she also gets closer to him. He leans down to kiss her, and when their lips touch, it all comes flooding back to him. The very first moment they shared their love for each other. 

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She could only imagine the beautiful bodies of other young women he had seen before she had ever met him. How could she compare? Surely they were much more beautiful than she. Every scar she had ever earned, from quick evacuations with her family when they encountered danger throughout their travels, were on display. They were like directions to every imperfection she had. Yet there she stood in front of the edge of his bed, bare. He stood before her, wearing only boxers. His bright blue-green eyes drank in every centimeter of her skin before they looked deep into her eyes. 

"Freya," 

The way her name gently left his mouth made her heavily blush. All she could hear in his words was love. The emotion was very clear, and it gave her some relief, but not enough to wash her nerves away entirely. 

“You’re absolutely stunning; a vision, a work of art.” He spoke, genuinely meaning every word.

He slowly closed the space between them, his eyes staying on her face the whole time as he walked a few steps towards her. She suddenly held her breath. She didn’t want to tell him that this was her first time having sex. 

“What’s wrong?” He asked in a whisper. 

He could see there was some concern written on her face, and it only grew the more he looked at her. 

“Alife, I…” 

He patiently waited for her to say what she needed, 

“I’ve never had sex.” 

His face grew pink at her confession. 

“We don’t have to do anythin’, love. I would hate to make you uncomfortable.” 

“I want to.” She quickly assured him. 

Silence took over between them as they stared at each other. 

“Neither have I.” He confessed. 

“What?” She asked softly. 

“I’ve also never had sex.” He clarifies. 

“Do you still want to…with me?” She asked with hesitance. 

“It would be an honor to have you be my first, my darling.” He answered.

She smiled up at him as her body relaxed a bit more. Slowly, she reached towards him, lightly placing her hands on his bare chest. It showed scars, all of them proof of his time away from home and fighting against enemies. A small smile crossed his lips as he placed his right hand at the back of her neck. His left hand made itself at home at her lower back. Before she knew it, he gently laid her down on his bed, helping her get more comfortable before he was hovering over her. His body was flush against hers but he made sure to keep his weight off her. 

“I’ll look after you, my love.” The promise was said in a gentle voice, and it caused the rest of her nervousness to fade away. 

Slowly, he dipped his head down and his lips began to pay special attention to the crook of her neck, leaving gentle kisses along one side. A sharp inhale had him straightening up. His eyes met hers, only to receive a nod. 

“I’m alright.” She whispered as a blush appeared. 

“I will not hurt you.” He spoke once he realized that she had been enjoying herself. 

Her focus on the soft pressure of his lips against the skin of her neck was broken when an entirely new sensation caught her by surprise. His right hand had begun to slowly trail up the inside of her leg. It traveled up slowly, leaving goosebumps behind as it rested on her hip. Lifting his head once again, his eyes were glued to her. He needed to make sure she was okay with what he was doing. The look of sheer lust in his girlfriend’s eyes was enough to send a blush erupting through his cheeks. He never removed his gaze from her face as his hands met at her underbust. 

“May I?” He asks, hoping he didn’t sound as nervous as he felt. 

“Please.” She answered, arching her back off of the bed. 

He wasn’t sure if it had been the way she sweetly exhaled his name or if the sight of her so eager to be felt by him caused confidence to surge through him, but he was grateful that she trusted him so much. Slowly, his hands made their way up her sides, stopping on either side of her breasts. Very gently, he cupped them at the same time, earning a satisfied hum from her. 

“You’re warm.” She spoke, causing a chuckle to leave his mouth. 

“That’s one of the reasons you’re with me, innit?” He asked, watching a smile form on her lips. 

“One of many.” She answered, closing her eyes as his large, calloused hands began to completely cover her breasts. 

It was a nice contrast of rough against smooth. She enjoyed the way his hands held her so perfectly as his lips began kissing down her chest. They moved to kiss her left breast, then her right, and each kiss felt better than the last. He loved the way her back arched into him; it told him that he was doing a good job so far, and he wanted to keep that up. His index and thumb fingers found her nipples, and he gently began rolling them between his fingers at the same time. 

“Oh!” She moaned out. 

Her hands reached out to grab his arms, but by no means was she trying to get him to stop. Instead, she pulled him closer, and her fingers threaded his hair. She could feel immense heat between her legs, knowing that as much as she wanted to take it slow, she wasn’t going to last much longer. Her eagerness aroused him so much that his erect cock was throbbing in his boxers. Yet, he didn’t want to rush anything, for her sake. The last thing he wanted was to wind up hurting her unintentionally. His lips continued their kisses along her chest, leaving light love bites here and there, before they trailed kisses up to her neck. One of his hands left one of her breasts to gently glide down her stomach and stopped just above the place she needed his touch the most. She moaned into his mouth, hoping to convey her feeling of arousal to him enough for him to be bold enough to touch her. 

“Alfie, please.” She whimpered after they pulled away.

“You’re sure?” He hesitantly asked.

“Very sure. I need you.” 

“Say less, my darling.” He hummed out. 

He never removed his gaze from her face, his eyes boring into hers as his hands continued to move down her body while his mouth kissed every inch of her skin that was available. Finally, his fingers rested at her core, and the heat radiating from it was enough to make him groan in approval. Very slowly, his fingers circled her clit, and the look of pure relief flooded her face just as her head tilted back. Her back arched off of the bed and her hands found his hair to grab hold of. 

“Alfie…” 

The way she moaned his name had him circling her clit a little faster, wanting to see if the same blissful look would cross her face again. It did, and it made him so happy to see her enjoying his touch. His hands had done unspeakable things during the war, but none of that was important in that moment. Very slowly, he slid his finger inside of her, the accumulation of her arousal having made it an easy entrance. He slowly groaned as he felt her walls take his finger deeper, tightening around it while he gently moved it around inside of her. 

“You alright, love?” He asked, earning a moan in response. 

“More.” She breathlessly answered. 

“You’re sure?” He asked, slowing his movements. 

He stood up with his finger still inside of her, but he froze in place when she gave him a look of pure need. 

“I want you to make me yours.” She answered with such a seriousness that had his heart fluttering in his chest. 

“You're…sure?” He asked again as he hovered over her. 

“Yes.” She answered. 

His free hand made its way behind her head, lifting it enough so their mouth could meet for a loving kiss. He removed his finger from her aching walls and that hand swiftly slid down his boxers. No longer was there a barrier between them, and while it made her nervous, she found herself excited to finally be one with her boyfriend. He adjusted himself between her legs, gently parting them even more. When she caught a glimpse of his erection, heat flooded her face. It looked much too big to fit inside of her. 

“Do you want to stop?” He asked, having seen the way her eyes went a bit wide. 

“No.” She quickly answered. 

“Make me yours.”

Slowly, he brushed his cock along her soaking wet lips, causing them to slightly part. Then, very gently, he began pushing himself inside of her. Their groans harmonized for a few seconds as he stayed put for a few moments, allowing her to adjust to him. Everything felt so warm and so right when their lips connected once again. 

“You feel amazing.” He heavily sighed, the sound sending pleasant shivers up her spine. 

Her walls clenched around him each time he moved, the motion carefully done before he drove himself deeper. He held her body close against his, hoping to ease any pain that she felt. They lasted several minutes in that same position before her legs were wrapping around his waist. Their eyes met, and he could tell that she wanted more. Without hesitation, he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her impossibly closer. The speed of his thrusting increased, and it wasn’t long until both of them were moaning messes. She didn’t even have time to process the entirety of what was happening to her before she felt an all too strong sensation flood her body that caused her senses to be at a standstill. He stopped moving, wanting to make sure she was alright as her high ended a moment later. He peppered her face with gentle kisses before his lips were covering hers. 

“Freya, I…I’m close.” He warned her when he felt her walls fluttering around him. 

She tightly wrapped her arms around his neck, preparing herself for what was to happen. He was about to move away from her to pull out, but she was quick to stop him by his shoulders. 

“Fill me.” 

A look of shock covered his facial features when he realized she was being serious. 

“Please.” She begged, and the whine alone was enough for him to give in. 

Hugging her to himself once again, he thrusted into her a few more times before he was groaning into one side of her neck. She softly moaned at feeling his hot cum filling her. He stayed inside of her for another minute before very carefully pulling out. He was quick to lay beside her, wrapping her up in his arms as she curled into his body. He reached for his discarded shirt, draping it over her as they both caught their breath. 

“Are you okay?” He asked, being the first to break the comfortable silence that filled his bedroom. 

“Yes. Are you?” She softly asked in return. 

“Yes.” 

“Thank you.” 

He looked down at her and gave her a small smile. 

“Love, I should be the one thankin’ you for trustin’ me so much.” 

She smiled at his words as he kissed her head. 

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Epilogue: 5 years Later

“Where are those two rascals off too again?” Freya said to herself looking around from one room to another.

It has been a while since they moved out from Camden Town where Alfie was lucky enough to inherit a house near the beach. Margate was the name and it has been treating them fairly well where there was nothing else but a wonderful view of the sea and most of all quietness. But that wasn’t the only thing that brought the couple closer together. 

The sound of a small giggle was heard somewhere beyond the hallways which Freya knew exactly who it belonged to. 

“Alright now come out, come out wherever you all are,” called our Freya quietly tiptoeing her way towards where the chuckles were coming from. 

After Alfie and Freya got married some 3 years ago they afterwards welcomed their first child. It was such a blessing for the married couple that Alfie thought it was all a dream. Ellie was the baby girl's name, brown eyes like her mothers with a mix of stubbornness just like her father. It was a day to remember when they heard their baby’s first breath. Ever since that day Alfie was determined to be by his wife’s side, not caring if the distillery could continue without him. What mattered to him the most was his wife and daughter helping Freya out whenever she needed some time away from the baby. One late night however when Ellie was crying for hours Alfie took the baby in his arms while rocking against a wooden chair. He started to sing a lullaby to her in his mothers tongue which surprisingly made the little creature feel at ease. He also didn’t notice that her tiny hand was tightly holding onto his right index finger. He then smiled as he placed a gentle kiss against Ellie’s soft hair.

“I love you my little Ellie always and forever.” 

Freya continued to quietly make her way to the small giggles that she could still hear. Knowing that she is already near them wanting to scare them in surprise. 

“Shhh… be quiet mama is going to hear us,” said little Ellie to someone else.

A couple of months later after the birth of Ellie, Alfie and Freya then welcomed their second child. It was Alfie that encouraged Freya to have another baby which she didn’t hesitate to say no to him. Nehemiah was the boy's name that was given to him. Just like his father he wasn’t afraid of anything, always liking to get into some sort of trouble taking no for an answer but always obeyed his father whenever he would go one step far. But he would also have his moments whenever he felt like he needed to talk with his mother. Trying to also find his calmer side of himself and getting as much advice from his mother. 

“Whenever you feel angry or lost, always remember that I am here for you my love. And so is your father but just know that you're never alone my little one.”

“Oh you also be quiet Ellie I’m sure by now mama will hear us,” Nehemiah said playfully, nudging onto his sisters right arm not noticing their mothers presence.

“FOUND YOU BOTH!” Surprised Freya, making the two children scream from fright. 

Both children got on their feet quickly running away from their mother which she wasn’t too far behind. She scooped Nehemiah off from the wooden floor yelping and laughing while Freya hugged him tightly around her arms. She then placed a couple of kisses on the little boy's cheeks while feeling Ellie hug her mothers legs.

“Haha mama let Nehemiah go, how did you know we were here?” The little girl questioned, still holding onto her mothers leg.

“You both were giggling and that led me to finding your hiding place. But enough of playing around you two how about we get the table ready for dinner before papa comes home. How does that sound, my darlings?” She said kneeling in front of her two beautiful children while they nodded their head in “yes.”

Some time later it was already dark outside as the cool breeze blew ever so gently while Freya and her two children waited patiently for Alfie’s return in the living room. The crackling sound of the fireplace was heard in the background while Cyril lay down beside Ellie and Nehemiah while the children played with their toys. Freya was sitting on top of one of the couches while looking at the clock, seeing that it had passed the time Alfie should be home by now. Quietly tapping her right foot against the carpet floor the trio then heard the front door open. Indicating that they had finally returned home as Nehemiah and Ellie then ran their way out of the living room to greet their father. 

“Papa papa,” said both children in unison as Alfie opened his arms wide out to them while kneeling down. 

They all huddled down to the floor making both children giggle at their action.

“How are my two lovely children doin’ eh? I miss you all very, very much,” Alfie said as he gently stood up off the floor while Cyril nuzzled his wet nose against his owner's face.

“I also miss you as well you big mutt.”

“Ummm excuse me where is my welcoming kiss? I  hope you don’t forget about me Mr. Solomon’s,” Freya said, placing her hands on top of her hips but gave a cheeky smile.

“Hehe why would I not forget my lovely beautiful wife that always brightens my heart whenever I see her hmm?” He said getting up on his feet while Freya smiled and giggled as they both exchanged a kiss on the lips. 

“Ewwww, gross,” said Ellie, making a disgusted face which Freya found funny. 

Once the happy family settled down for dinner the night went on perfectly. As everyone feasted, Alfie and Freya held hands together as they memorized their beautiful little family. Not believing that they have come this far not expecting to have children this quickly. Alfie always thought he would only focus on himself growing his empire until his passing. But when he found Freya all those years ago as a child and saw how they both fell in love with each other. Suddenly all those ideas faded away seeing the perfect future already blooming in front of him. As dinner was ending both Ellie and Nehemiah started to grow sleepy while they all sat in the living room together. Alfie took Ellie in his arms gently taking her up stairs to her bedroom. Freya following close behind held Nehemiah in her arms while the child tried his best to stay awake. 

“Mama I’m not tired yet really,” protested the little boy but Freya wasn’t having it.

“Now my dear don’t be that way, it is late and you need your rest. And we’re going to the beach and if you don’t get your sleep you’ll be tired the next day. Now be a good boy and rest your eyes now, yes?” She said as she opened the door to the boys room as he placed him down on the soft bed. 

“Really mama, do you mean it? Oh I can’t wait to go now alright I’ll head to bed now,” cheerfully says Nehemiah as he gets himself under the bed sheets making Freya chuckle at this. 

“Very well my little Nehemiah i will see you in the morning my love. Goodnight my sweet boy,” she said, placing a gentle kiss on top of the boy's head caressing his left cheek in between.

Once Freya quietly closed the door behind her Alfie was already out of Ellie’s room. They both smiled at each other Alfie held out his hand towards his lovely wife. Freya walked up to him placing her hand on top of his making their way towards their bedroom. Once inside Alfie gently shut the door behind him and without losing another moment he embraced Freya around his arms. They both looked deep into their eyes as their foreheads touched against each other. 

“How is my lovely Queen Solomon’s feeling hm?” He asked, feeling her arms hugging around his neck while she let out a small giggle. 

“Wonderful as always you know I always still question to this day. How did I get very lucky to have you in my life Alfie? Why me and nobody else?” She questioned him wanting to hear those same words over and over again.

“Hehe do you really want me to repeat the same thing over and over again? How many times do I have to tell you my love? Because if I never met you in my life I wouldn’t have known such a wonderful spirit free and goddess like you. And that I am grateful and blessed   to say that you're my one and only woman. I wouldn’t want no one else but you my dear,” he said while gently placing Freya down against the bed hovering above her, taking in her thin lips between his.

Embracing each other in their arms they both laid there nakedly while Freya could hear her husband's heartbeat against her right ear. A small smile was spread throughout her face wanting to be like this forever. And all the while without Alfie not knowing Freya is expecting another blessing that was growing inside her womb.

I love you always and forever Alfie Solomons… until the ends of the earth…

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[potter-solomons]

GO REWATCH PEAKY BLINDERS PLEASE.

B needs some new Alfie fics. I'll be good. And somehow repay.

B is me. I am B.

*psa: also not demanding. i know it takes inspo & breaks are needed. please don't take this the wrong way.*

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[hecatemoon87]

Choose your one shot: Tom Hardy Characters ->Leo Demidov

All options are for a OFC. I write fun, smutty fics so none of these would be heavy. Idea is a one shot, but may turn into a two part series.

I appreciate your feedback!

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[mlmxreader]

He's Still Haunting Me | Alfie Solomons x m!reader

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↳ ❝ "I can take on anything, everything"+"Don't tell me you love me"

[Can this one also be angst? Idk if you want to put it in war time. Maybe Alfie reminiscing on a love he lost in the trenches??] ❞

: ̗̀➛ Goliath stumbles upon some old photographs in his uncle's attic, and has some questions about the man in them.

: ̗̀➛ War, blood and gore, death, trauma, grief

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It had been years since Alfie had even seen your face; the photographs taken years ago were now collecting dust in the attic. He never thought that his nephew, Goliath, would find them; let alone throw them onto his desk and stare at his uncle with a morose, remorseful gaze.

Goliath was a good man, although his youth made him naive as to what had happened during the war; Alfie never liked to talk about it much with family, but he knew he couldn't excuse himself from it as he picked up one of the photographs with a trembling hand. He sniffled, shaking his head.

"Where'd you find these?"

"Your attic," Goliath replied, "who is he?"

Alfie sighed, dropping the photograph and running his hand down his face; already his vision was going blurry, and words seemed to fail as he struggled to regain his words properly enough to speak.

"He was the only fuckin' one who did me any good."

"Who is he?" Goliath pressed. "A friend?"

"Bit more 'an that," Alfie chuckled bitterly, sniffling as he cleared his throat and picked the photograph back up. "Remember how your mum always said that you was meant to have two uncles?"

The nephew nodded.

"He was meant to be the other one," Alfie whispered, "my mum... my mum loved him to bits..."

"Gran knew?" Goliath whispered.

Alfie nodded. "So did your mum... they knew what we was... didn't mind unlike some cunts..."

"Alfie..." Goliath frowned, furrowing his brows.

"It's alright, boy-o," Alfie held up his hand for a moment as he coughed, shaking his head. "He were my left hand, look. My fuckin' Lieutenant... went to war the very fuckin' second he found out I got conscripted... wouldn't fuckin' let me to without him... he were gonna be my husband... anywhere I went, he was fuckin' adamant he had to go, too... always fuckin' hauntin' me, that beautiful bastard."

Goliath stood up, gathering the photographs in his shaking, large hands. "I'm sorry for upsettin' you, Uncle, I just thought-"

"Sit down!" Alfie snapped, waiting for his nephew to obey before he continued, "you ought to fuckin' know about him, anyway. I was a selfish cunt for not tellin' you - that was always his thing, y'know."

"What was?"

"We was there when you was born," Alfie chuckled. "He held you when your mum slept and I... I always knew he'd have been a good dad - had the temper for it better than I ever fuckin' will."

"Mum never mentioned him."

"No," he sighed. "No one would... it still hurts..."

Alfie could still picture it even now, the sounds of the shells and the grenades roaring and spitting out flames; the feeling of the deep and wet mud vibrating and wobbling with the rumble of tanks. He could remember the white flash as Fokker DR.1 planes hunted down Airco DH.9s.

He could remember how he held you against his chest with his lips pressed to your forehead; able to feel your limp hand against his forearm. He was on his knees, eyes wide and wild and full of unshed tears; one hand cradled the side of your head, the other at your middle.

From the waist down, you were on your side, your free hand pressed against the ground as you struggled to keep yourself upright. You weren't even looking at him, the unwounded side of your head pressed against his chest while the blood on the other side seeped through his fingers.

Alfie knew.

He had killed you the second that he had allowed you to go to war with him. He had killed you, and all of his woe and his remorse could never be washed away.

He killed you.

His eyes, he could never close them the same way again; staring into nothing as he realised that he had become a monster. He had become evil; his brows were slightly scrunched together as if he were about to howl with loud sobs.

His mouth was agape as he kept rocking back and forth with your corpse, muttering under his breath.

"I can take on anything, everything, but I need you with me," he would say. "Please. Please. Don't tell me you love me, don't say anything, just don't leave me. Don't fucking leave me."

"Alfie?" Goliath cleared his throat as he swallowed thickly. "You good?"

Alfie shook his head. "I killed him."

"No."

"I let him go to the trenches," Alfie confessed, "if I'd have told him to stay with Gran and your mum... he would still be here... you'd know your other uncle..."

"How was you to know?"

"He was the smart one," Alfie huffed. "He'd have known... you would'a fuckin' loved him, can tell you that... he loved goin' up fuckin' mountains... never was a better lieutenant. Never was a better man..."

Goliath reached over as he frowned, holding his uncle's hand. "He's still here, y'know. He ain't left you."

Alfie laughed softly. "No, he ain't. He's fuckin' hauntin' me - why'd you think I'm always gettin' fuckin' daffodils in me garden? It's him! He's hauntin' me!"

Goliath laughed for a moment. "What if we puts up a memorial for him? Y'know, just for you, Mum and Gran?"

"He would've hated that," Alfie pointed out. "He never wanted nothin' more than to get me home... he didn't even see fuckin' armistice."

Goliath swallowed thickly as he let go of his uncle's hand and leaned back in his seat. "I... I'm sorry, Alfie... he meant a lot to you... and I'm sorry."

"It's alright," Alfie shook his head as he wiped the tears from his eyes. "Now, g'wan. Go put they back... we'll talk more about it later, yeah? I'll tell... I'll tell you all the things that my Lieutenant would've shot me for fuckin' sayin'."

Goliath smiled as he gathered up the photographs. He still couldn't quite believe that no one had told him about his uncle by marriage before, but he could understand why; Alfie was haunted by the war more than anyone else in the family, it made sense he didn't want to speak about losing the man he loved to it.

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[darklydeliciousdesires]

Gripped - An Alfie Solomons/Reader Smut Drabble.

Absolute filth with Alfie? Yep. It’s here!

Words - 555

Warnings - Utter porn throughout. Under 18? This isn’t for you!

“Yeah, like that don’t you, treacle? Like it when I fuck this pretty little cunt hard, eh?” He growls in your ear, his thick fingers plunging in and out of your soaking core, his other hand grasping your neck, holding you firm as you pant, wailing for him. His thick, gold rings pound against your delicate flesh, his teeth nipping at your earlobe, his voice gone to gravel completely. “Fuck, you’re so fuckin’ wet, darlin’. Literally gushing all over my hand, just the way I like ya.”

Pleasure skitters through you wildly as he assails your walls with each dagger of those two relentless digits, the evocator of your ruin, your big, hairy beast of a man making you feel good, like you’re gilding all over, sat on the hallway table. He couldn’t even wait to get you up the stairs, he was craving you so badly. “Look at me, sweetheart, open those pretty eyes. Yeah, that’s it. You’re my good girl, ain’t ya? Always take it so bloody well.”

He hits you deep, thumb moving to your clit and stroking softly, groaning against your neck as he scatters a constellation of kisses there at your throat, your wails making his cock stiffen, your tight little hole widening more as you tingle for him, glossing his hand further. He literally has you open, dripping and ready for him.  

“Alfie, please fuck me. I need you so badly,” you pant, your mouth breaking on a cry as he thumbs your bundle more thoroughly.  

“You need my cock, eh, darlin’? That what you’re craving, for me to split you in half and fuck your brains out, yeah?”

“Yes!” you gasp, just the thought causing little pricks of pleasure to melt down your spine. He pulls himself from his trousers, tongue gliding your cheek as he removes the fingers within you, urgently plunging in something considerably bigger and thicker, parting your walls perfectly, evoking a carnal whine of desire. 

“Yeah, that’s what you wanted, ain’t it, petal? A nice fat, hot cock. Fuck, you’re so tight.” He grunts, hand holding your neck a little tighter, kissing you with feral longing. Pleasure skirrs through you, immediate, biting, overwhelming, his rigidity filling you entirely, your body lifted from the table with every long, greedy thrust. His hips snap against you sharply, his free hand grasping your thigh, nails digging in, rings cold against your hot flesh as he fucks you, so deep, so damned hard.  

Your body is at the mercy of his completely, his bulk encompassing you, hand clutching at your throat a little tighter. “My pretty princess, yeah, you take me well, really love it when I give you a damned good seeing to, eh?”

“Ahhh, fuck yes!”

“Mmmm, I love it when you swear for me.”  

“What, when I tell you how I love every inch of you and your perfect, big cock? How it feels when you destroy my cunt with it?” His groan is saturated in lust, your dirty talk making him shudder as you share filthy, open-mouthed kisses, tongues battling, breaths ragged, the swell of euphoria upon you both as it blooms, beautiful and brutal, taking you both, lightning striking home.  

Sex like that is always too ferocious to last for a long time, but with Alfie, you’re always guaranteed of a good time.  

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[mariadecapitated]

PROHIBIDO BESAR

“Pasar tanto tiempo juntos me pone muy mal Y que es un peligro tu forma natural En otro universo esto podría funcionar Pero aquí y ahora yo no me puedo arriesgar…”

Caminé con lentitud mientras me desabotonaba la camisa, Tom estaba recostado sobre la cama; desnudo, contemplándome con ojos hambrientos de pasión mientras la prenda resbalaba por mis brazos y caía al piso. Sus ojos hermosos se posaron descaradamente sobre mis senos y rió de manera sexy y provocadora. Yo le sonreí y trepé a la cama, Tom me recibió de inmediato con un beso profundo y ardiente. Sus brazos me atraparon y yo caí sobre él, riendo a carcajadas.

Sin dejar de besarnos, ambos rodamos sobre la cama, ahora él estaba sobre mí, llenándome de caricias mientras que sus labios descendían por mi cuello hasta mis senos, su lengua los recorrió a placer, sus labios besaban cada centímetro de mi piel y sus dientes mordían mis pezones. Yo gemía y reía embargada de placer al sentir sus manos recorriendo mi cintura hasta las caderas para llevarse consigo mis bragas, las cuales desaparecieron debajo de la cama.

Tom continuó besándome, deslizando suavemente sus manos por todo mi cuerpo, yo sólo atinaba a gemir y retorcerme debajo de él. Invertí la posición y quedé encima de él, de inmediato, mis caderas comenzaron a balancearse sobre su miembro erecto, rozándolo con delicadeza. Él gruñó y me hizo cosquillas logrando que cayera sobre el colchón; de inmediato se puso sobre mí, aplastándome, llenándome de besos y caricias. Mis manos acariciaban su cabello y sus fuertes hombros. Yo volví a besarlo y lo hice a un lado para incorporarme. Tom murmuró una protesta que yo ignoré.

-¿Qué es lo que pretendes hacer, traviesa? – Me preguntó esbozando una enorme sonrisa y acomodándose sobre las almohadas – Mejor ven acá y siéntate en mi cara – Exclamó sujetando mi mano.

Reí a carcajadas y me mordí el labio inferior para reptar hasta las almohadas y hacer lo que me pedía. Me puse de pie sobre la cama y me aferré a la pared mientras Tom me tomaba de las caderas para hacerme descender unos centímetros y comenzar a succionar mi clítoris. Yo dejé escapar un grito de placer y apoyé las manos sobre la cabecera, aferrándome de ella para no caer. La punta de su lengua recorrió mi intimidad, explorándola. El roce de esa lengua húmeda y caliente sobre mi sexo me hizo temblar, arrancándome un largo y profundo gemido.

Mi cuerpo reaccionó de inmediato, mis caderas se balancearon suavemente sobre la boca de Tom, cuyos labios succionaban los míos, mientras que de mi boca entreabierta no paraban de brotar sonoros gemidos. Sus manos anchas me sujetaron por el trasero para continuar paladeando mi sexo, recorriéndolo completamente con la lengua. Yo cerré los ojos y me dejé llevar por el indescriptible placer que recorría todo mi ser, volviéndome loca. Mis piernas se flexionaron un poco más y mis rodillas se apoyaron a medias sobre las almohadas, la lengua de Tom me penetró una vez, otra y otra más; sus manos ascendieron por mis costillas hasta mis senos y los apretó con fuerza. Me estremecí, jadeé y arqueé la espalda. El movimiento de mi pelvis se aceleró y me recargue de nuevo sobre la pared, sucumbiendo ante el gozo que me proporcionaba experimentar el roce de la lengua de Tom sobre mi sexo.

Sus manos apretaron mi culo, sus movimientos se volvieron más veloces, más violentos y apasionados. Yo grité y me mordí el labio mientras mi cuerpo se sacudía ante el delicioso orgasmo que él me había brindado.  Él se lamió los labios y limpió las comisuras de su boca. Yo sólo reí mientras me colocaba a horcajadas sobre su vientre y comenzaba a besarlo con intensidad. 

-Me gusta sentir tus labios succionando mis labios – Le dije mientras le besaba el cuello con suavidad.

Tom rió y se estremeció mientras yo continuaba besando y lamiendo su cuello. Apoyé mi mano izquierda sobre su vientre y mis caderas comenzaron un ir y venir sobre su pene erecto, mientras que mi mano derecha sujetaba su pene con suavidad y lo acariciaba. Él sonrió mirándome a los ojos y de sus labios brotó un gemido gutural. Levantó los brazos para acunar mis senos y masajearlos, al tiempo que mi sexo se frotaba contra el suyo, mojándolo con mis fluidos, los cuales brotaban copiosamente.

Estaba ya muy excitada, lo mismo que él, podía verlo en su rostro, en el reflejo de sus ojos azules, los cuales brillaban con lujuria. Me mordí el labio inferior para continuar con esa exquisita fricción y volver a masturbarlo. Tom sonrió con malicia y apretó mis caderas, empujando su pelvis hacia arriba. Gemí, pues ese roce entre nuestros sexos había vuelto a desatar la llama del deseo en mí. Jadeé y me incliné para devorar su boca con un beso salvaje y erótico.

-Quiero estar dentro de ti – Susurró Tom en mi oído y buscó rápidamente un condón que le coloqué a toda velocidad.

Gemí nuevmente, cerré los ojos mientras levantaba las caderas  y tomando su pene, rocé mi clítoris con la punta, estremeciéndome de gozo. Escuché cómo él gruñía, apretándome las tetas, deseando hundirse dentro, hasta el fondo… Y sin hacerlo esperar más me dejé caer lentamente sobre su miembro erguido. Tom me tomó por la cintura, me acarició y yo me apoyé en sus piernas para comenzar ese vaivén cadencioso, lento en un principio.

No teníamos prisas, el día era nuestro y podíamos estar así por horas, si lo deseábamos. Amándonos hasta que las fuerzas nos abandonaran.

Él me acarició con delicadeza, tomándose su tiempo para recorrerme los muslos y la cintura. Mientras me balanceaba sobre él, su pulgar se frotó contra mi clítoris y gemí con fuerza. Él sólo río y continuó presionando mi punto de placer. Mis idas y venidas se volvieron más veloces, Tom ahora apretaba mis senos, haciéndome ir más aprisa y poco después, él comenzó a embestirme violentamente. 

La cama se movía junto con nosotros y la cabecera golpeaba contra el muro. La alcoba estaba llena de mis gemidos y chillidos, y de roncos jadeos de parte de Tom. Mis caderas rebotaban sobre su pelvis, al ritmo que él me marcaba, las manos masculinas estaban aferradas a mis costillas y yo me apoyaba sobre su pecho, enterrando las uñas sobre su piel.

-¡Vamos bebé! – Gruñó él alentándome – Cabalga más rápido.

Yo jadeé y cerré los ojos, acelerando los movimientos. Tom dejó escapar un ronco gemido y me abrazó a su cuerpo, buscando mis labios para besarme con pasión. Su lengua se abrió paso por mi boca y yo lo recibí, enredando mi lengua con la suya. Él sudaba, su cuerpo estaba cada vez más tenso, tratando de prolongar nuestro acto sexual. Yo sabía que pronto sucumbiríamos al éxtasis, pero también deseaba que se prolongara más allá de sus límites.       

-Te amo – Gemí sin dejar de moverme sobre él.

Tom sonrió y asintió, apretándome aún más a su cuerpo y volviéndome a besar de manera desenfrenada. Ambos nos amábamos, se notaba a leguas y cada vez que hacíamos el amor, miles de hogueras danzaban a nuestro alrededor. Me apoyé sobre las almohadas y él continuó penetrándome más violentamente, mi vientre se tensó y mis paredes vaginales se cerraron sobre su sexo. Volvimos a besarnos de manera brutal y desenfrenada hasta que… ¡EL MALDITO DESPERTADOR COMENZÓ A SONAR!

-¡APARATO INFERNAL! – Grité y lo arrojé con violencia contra la pared.

Me senté sobre la cama, y comencé a llorar, en primer lugar porque ese sueño había sido más nítido y realista que los anteriores. Yo estaba demasiado excitada ante ese montón de emociones que me sacudieron. Durante ese último mes, los sueños con Tom habían sido muy recurrentes y muy eróticos. En un principio, no pasaba de una caricia o un beso apasionado, ¡pero ahora! Ahora eran ardientes y muy sensuales. En ellos reflejaba y vivía todo lo que yo deseaba tener junto a Tom Hardy.

Sin embargo, ¿cómo es que conocí a Tom Hardy? ¿Cómo fue que esos sueños comenzaron?

Fui elegida como su asistente ahora que está filmando su última película en esta ciudad. Yo no cabía de la emoción, pues me considero una gran fan del trabajo de Tom. Cuando nos presentaron, bastó sólo una sonrisa para que yo cayera rendida a sus pies y pudiera sentir como montones de fuegos artificiales explotaban dentro de mí. Tom es tan dulce y amable conmigo, pero es ¡sólo eso! Cortesía de su parte, caballerosidad y buenos modales, ¡él no puede sentir nada más por mí! Simplemente yo trabajo para él y Tom se comporta bien conmigo.

¡La tonta soy yo! Por hacerme ilusiones, por enamorarme de un imposible. Por creer que los sueños se hacen realidad, por pensar que yo podría ser una excepción y que con la convivencia diaria, Tom llegaría a enamorarse de mí. ¡Pero eso sólo sucede en las películas románticas o en las novelas rosas! En la vida real, eso jamás pasaría.

Pasar tanto tiempo junto a Tom me pone muy mal. Su forma de ser es un peligro para mí. Intento disimular lo que siento por él, ya que deseo que nadie se entere de mis sentimientos. ¡Pero creo que cada vez es más notorio! En otro universo quizá lo podría intentar, sin embargo, en la realidad, ¡eso jamás funcionaría! Él está tan alto, es inalcanzable para mí, ¡no! Yo no me podría arriesgar, tengo miedo de un rechazo o que se burle de mí. 

Me conformo con mirarlo, que es lo que puedo hacer. Hablo con él siempre que tengo oportunidad de hacerlo, sus charlas son muy entretenidas y da los mejores consejos. También lo sueño todas las noches, ¡esos sueños tan preciosos y ardientes! ¡Hasta puedo tocarlo! Cuando lo saludo, cuando él me abraza para despedirse de mí siento que toco las nubes. ¡Pero jamás podré sentirlo de la forma que yo lo deseo! ¡Jamás podré besarlo como lo hago en mis sueños! Está prohibido besar a Tom Hardy. ¡Está prohibido todo con él!

Pensar en ello me llena de rabia e impotencia, a veces me deprimo un poco y sufro en silencio. Aunque dicen por ahí que la esperanza es lo último que muere. ¡Así que voy a mantener viva mi esperanza! Esperaré al último día de trabajo para dejarle entrever mis sentimientos… ¡entrever no! Para confesarle abiertamente lo que siento por él, abrirle mi corazón y decirle lo que nunca más podré confesar. Quizá con un poco de suerte, al menos me regale un beso.

Me levanto de la cama para alistarme para mi trabajo, ¡hoy lo veré de nuevo! Estaré cerca de él, para apoyarlo en lo que necesite, correré tras él y no me apartaré de su lado. Al menos debo sentirme un poco alegre por ello. Pero en el fondo sé que esa alegría es efímera y darme cuenta de ello me entristece.

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-- Tom Hardy --

¡Acaba de llegar! Me encanta ver su cabello largo ondear con el viento y su hermoso rostro en donde siempre está dibujada una sonrisa sincera. De inmediato camino a su encuentro para estrechar su mano y abrazarla. ¡Se siente tan bien estar entre sus brazos! Aunque sólo sea por unos instantes ya que ella se separa con rapidez, me sonríe y se aleja para comenzar con su rutina diaria.

Es imposible disimular, a medida que pasamos más tiempo juntos, mis sentimientos por ella crecen que se convierten en algo peligroso. Últimamente la he soñado, son sueños ardientes y muy excitantes en donde hacemos el amor apasionadamente… y al despertar, lo que sucede a la excitación es el terrible y desconsolador vacío en mi corazón al observar el rostro de mi novia que duerme junto a mí.

¡Ya no puedo continuar con esta tortura de poder tocarla, olerla, hablarle y estar tan cerca de ella! Pero está prohibido besarla, porque sé que si lo hago no podré parar de hacerlo y terminaré asustándola. Y lo que menos deseo es que ella se aleje de mí, debo tomar las cosas con calma y buscar la manera de decirle todo lo que siento, ¡porque ya no puedo con esto!

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El último día de grabación llegó y con ello la despedida. Unas horas antes se había llevado a cabo una celebración entre los miembros de la producción y los actores de la misma. La chica estaba triste, porque sabía que esa era la última vez que vería a Tom. Él partiría al día siguiente para Londres, seguiría con su vida y se olvidaría de ella para siempre. Pensar en eso la llenaba de tristeza, pero ¿qué podía hacer? Si últimamente la novia de Tom no se le despegaba en ningún momento. Parecía que la mujer intuía que había algo entre los dos o que ella tenía otras intenciones para con Tom.

La asistente de Hardy estaba recogiendo sus cosas para abandonar el set de filmación y regresar a su casa después de un día agotador. Para su fortuna había sido contratada para asistir a una reconocida actriz en el próximo proyecto de la casa productora para la que laboraba. Ella estaba a punto de abandonar el lugar, cuando Tom apareció y la tomó de la mano.

-¡Hola! – saludó con una hermosa sonrisa - ¿Ya te vas? – preguntó el hombre.

La chica sólo asintió y dejó escapar un hondo suspiro. Ese era el momento adecuado para hablar con él y mostrarle sus sentimientos. Estaban solos y sin nadie cerca que pudiera interrumpirlos.

-¿Y qué harás ahora? – preguntó Tom con interés y esperando la respuesta de la chica mientras acariciaba su larga cabellera.

-Lo mismo que hice contigo – respondió ella – Seré la asistente de una reconocida actriz, se comenzará a filmar una nueva película en un par de semanas. – exclamó y le dedicó una sonrisa - ¿Y tú qué harás?

-Tomaré vacaciones – fue la respuesta de Hardy – Estoy un poco cansado y necesito recuperar energías, pues tengo un nuevo proyecto en puerta. – suspiró - ¿Te gustaría…?

Tom fue interrumpido por la presencia de su novia que arribó en el lugar y lo tomó de la mano para arrastrarlo hacia la salida sin dejar que pudiera despedirse de su asistente.

-Te están esperando, Tommy – dijo la mujer – Parece que olvidaste que tenías una entrevista y los reporteros te están esperando. No debes quedar mal, vamos, vamos, ¡a prisa! – exclamó la chica y continuó arrastrándolo.

Tom no pudo decir nada, había estado a nada de invitarla a vacacionar con él por un par de semanas. Pero tuvo que aparecer su novia para echar abajo sus planes de conquista. Giró el rostro y vio como esa hermosa chica se alejaba con una expresión de tristeza en su rostro.

¿Por qué tuvo que aparecer ella justo en ese momento? ¿Por qué no pudo ser capaz de revelarle a Tom sus sentimientos? Se dijo la joven mientras abordaba ese taxi. ¡Ya era demasiado tarde! Tom jamás se enteraría de lo que ella sentía por él. ¡Quizá era lo mejor! Ese hombre no era para ella, era prohibido y lo único que la unía a él eran sus locos sueños. Debía dejar de hacerse ilusiones con ese hombre.

Hardy no podía concentrarse en la entrevista, divagaba demasiado y daba malas respuestas. Había perdido la oportunidad de decirle a esa chica todo lo que sentía por ella. De invitarla a pasar unas vacaciones a su lado y conocerse mejor. Había sido un tonto al esperar hasta el final para decidirse a revelarle la verdad. ¡Ya era demasiado tarde! Ella se había ido y él también se iría al día siguiente. No tenía idea de dónde ir a buscarla a menos que…

-¿Podrían darme un receso? – preguntó Tom a mitad de la entrevista – Necesito ir al baño, ¡en verdad necesito ir! – dijo el hombre y se levantó de su silla sin esperar respuesta y se echó a correr.

Claro, ¿porqué no lo había pensando? Corina, la chica de maquillaje la conocía. Ambas eran amigas y se llevaban muy bien. Ella podría decirle donde vivía y pasarle su número telefónico. ¡No iba a darse por vencido! Ya se había hecho tonto durante mucho tiempo, así que corrió hasta los camerinos y para su fortuna Corina todavía se encontraba ahí.

El hombre habló con Corina. Le rogó, le suplicó que le diera la dirección de su asistente. Le dijo que era un caso de vida o muerte y la chica accedió. Le entregó un trozo de papel con la dirección y el número de celular de la joven. Tom le agradeció infinitamente y regresó con sus entrevistadores. ¡Esa misma noche iría a buscarla!…

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[mariamariquinha]

me on page 14 of an Alfie Solomons one-shot, self-conscious that it just happened because I watched Peaky Blinders again and my absurd obsession with Tom Hardy came back:

#alfie solomons #tom hardy #peaky blinders #one shot #this will see the light this week probably

[castlecult]

i wanna write for eddie brock and venom so bad !!! but i have no ideas atm 😩

#leia speaks #venom #eddie brock #venom x reader #eddie brock x reader #venom one shot #marvel #tom hardy