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Unknown (Alfie Solomons x Reader)
Summary: A masquerade ball. A kiss. King Alfred 'Alfie' Solomons is looking for the girl who kissed him two nights ago. He asked for your help to find her. The King is willing to find his mysterious unknown girl, who is not so unknown.
Warnings: None! Just fluff.
If you want a short fic (blurb) read my event.
You were returning from visiting the Prime Minister with a new request from the King. For the past three years you had worked with him as one of his advisors, as rare as it was in the mid-1800s for a woman to express her opinion openly in a job surrounded by men. But that was no impediment to your having managed to meritoriously achieve the place you were in now. Even if many of them belittled your thoughts. That was why you were proud that the King himself had sent you personally and not any of the men to speak to the Prime Minister.
As the carriage continued on its way back to the Palace, you thought about what had happened two nights before. Parties organized by the King were not uncommon. Every so often, the palace would open its doors and prestigious people from the country would enter, all of high status, who were ready to kiss the hands of the most peculiar monarch Britain had had in recent times: King Alfred Solomons. The difference had been that this time the party was a masquerade ball.
King Solomons himself wore a beautiful mask decorated with precious stones that covered his eyes. People were dancing, laughing and having fun to the music the orchestra was playing. Although he had insisted that you go, you said you could not. Which was true. Or it had been at first. Your initial plans had been cancelled, so you finally did go to the ball. Unlike his mask, yours covered little more than half of your face. The lighting, while good, looked dim compared to the vastness of the hall and how dark it was that particular night.
Which led to a series of confusions that today, two days later, you still couldn't get out of your head.
The carriage finally arrived at the Palace and you stepped off it carrying the papers the minister had given you. You had hardly set foot on the ground when another of his assistants told you that he wanted to see you.
"I have just arrived," you murmured. "I'll be right there. I didn't know this was so urgent."
"Well, apparently it is."
Walking as fast as your legs would allow you reached the king's office, you knocked on the door waiting for his permission to enter and when you heard him, you entered bowing. King Solomons was sitting in his chair, leaning over his desk.
"Your Majesty, I have arrived. I am sorry for the delay, the Prime Minister was a bit reluctant at first with your requests. But he finally agreed, that's why I've been late."
"That cunt… Yeah. But that's not why I called you, although I appreciate that you got him to agree to the deal. I was looking for you for something else."
"Oh, okay… and what is it?"
"I want you to look for the unknown. You know, that mysterious beautiful girl who kissed me at the ball. I know you've heard the rumor, at this point, my trusted people know."
"Uhm… yeah. I heard it. I, uhm… Are you sure? She may just be a simple city girl. She's not worth it, your majesty. We should be able to think about what the Minister…"
"No. I don't want to. I want you to help me find that girl. You're one of the most reliable people around. If anyone can find her it's you, do you have any idea who that might be?"
Two nights ago, while you were leaning against a wall, while everyone was distracted drinking or dancing, the king came over and took your hand. Of course you knew it was him, it was obvious. But part of the magic of masquerade balls was to keep the mystery of who the other person was, even if it was obvious. You were confident that he didn't know your identity, after all you looked different from the usual look. You didn't utter a word as he offered you his hand and you took it. You shared more than one dance where you simply couldn't take your eyes off him. King Solomons, or simply Alfie, you had always liked. He was unlike anyone you had ever known. But if there was an impossible and forbidden love it was exactly with that man. But that night everything was allowed. That's why later that evening you let him kiss you. That's why you kissed him too.
"No your majesty," you lied. "I didn't go that night. I was told there were many people. It could have been any woman there. I don't know who, but I could look for her. It's going to take me time."
Alfie scratched his beard, indifferent but leaned back in the chair to look at you "No? Not a clue who it might be? No one?" he watched as you vehemently denied again. "That's sad, because if I knew who the unknown girl was, if I had the chance, I'd kiss her again like the other night."
The king stood up, circled around his desk and walked toward you. You stepped back, hugging the Minister's papers and holding them as if that would have allowed you to use them as a shield.
"If it helps you to find her," he continued speaking, "she was exactly your height, same body shape, same hands…" Alfie took another step toward you, this time lowering his voice slightly. Eliciting a more intimate moment "and same lips. Are you absolutely sure you don't know who the unknown girl is?"
"Your Majesty, I…"
The king interrupted you. "When you find her, tell her that I can't stop thinking about her. That I don't care if she's a city girl or the Russian Empress, tell her that if she wants to see me she can. Tell her that I want to kiss her again and tell her that, if she wants, tonight we can have dinner just the two of us."
You gulped and nodded "I'll tell her" you said in a whisper.
"Good," smiled the king before taking your hand and kissing it "I knew I could count on you…my beautiful unknown girl."
Tom Hardy, 2002
- photographed by Sarah Dunn.
Giddy up Mr 🤷🏼♀️
New photos of 𝗧𝗼𝗺 training uploaded by himself on his Instagram stories now 😍💘!
He was still in New York, and I think that, for his words on the stories, he will be traveling to Ohio tomorrow 💓🔥
¡Nuevas fotos de 𝗧𝗼𝗺 entrenando subidas por él mismo en sus historias de Instagram ahora 😍💘!
Todavía se encontraba en Nueva York, y creo que, por sus palabras en las historias, mañana viajará a Ohio 💓🔥
New 𝗧𝗼𝗺's post 🥰 Good luck, my love 🤞🏻💞🍀
Nueva publicación de 𝗧𝗼𝗺 🥰 Buena suerte, mi amor 🤞🏻💞🍀
Freddie's Fuck toy
You're not entirely certain how you wound up on Freddie’s bed. Something to do with alcohol and Freddie being fucking gorgeous.
You're naked, albeit a silk ribbon securing your hands behind your back and a blindfold covering your eyes. You are perched on your knees, sinking a bit into the soft mattress.
Freddie: Keep those lovely thighs wide, yeah?
You obey and scooch your legs a bit further apart. The cool air in his flat pricks at your bare nipples and snakes between the warmth of your exposed cunt.
You feel him approach and the touch of his thumb, smoothing over your parted lips.
Freddie: Sexy little slut, so eager to preform.
You feel his hand gently wrap around your throat and his lips crushing against your lips. He tastes like mint gum and whiskey, he gives you his tongue and your nipples and cunt begin to ache terribly.
You: Freddie, please...
You beg once he breaks the kiss. You feel a sharp slap across your bottom and you moan from the mix of pain and pleasure. He takes you by the throat again and whispers over your lips.
Freddie: No, fucktoys don't get what they want little miss. Tonight you're only here to give, right? You're gonna give me your cunt, mouth and little ass. Then, if you're a good girl, daddy will let you cum.
Tom Hardy was a surprise competitor at the 2022 Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu Open Championship in Milton Keynes, England
"I was shell-shocked,” Appleby said about Hardy’s showing up to the event unannounced. “[Hardy] said, ‘Just forget it’s me and do what you would normally do.’”
Appleby continued, “He’s a really strong guy… You wouldn’t think it with him being a celebrity. I’ve done about six tournaments and I’ve been on the podium in every one. But he’s probably the toughest competitor I’ve had — he certainly lived up to his Bane character, that’s for sure.”
"Venom 2 is just a messy gay tentacle porn starring Tom Hardy and Tom Hardy's bass boosted voice."
Hey 😘 can I ask for an Alfie one of these please.
📜: I'll go to my desk and I'll write to you a little, little drabble about your fave character during the 1800s.
Shadows (Alfie Solomons x Reader)
Summary: Trapped in an arranged marriage, one that doesn't make you happy, you find solace in the village baker. But that forbidden love, hidden in the shadows, is not enough. It's time to make more drastic decisions.
Warnings: A bit dark fic. Very, very brief mention of sexual themes. Happy ending.
This fic is part of this event
Your husband is at work. It will be at least five more hours before he gets back. You wouldn't mind if he doesn't come back anymore. That bastard who makes your life a nightmare. The one who thinks he has the right to yell at you, hit you or touch you when you don't want him to. You didn't love him at the beginning of the marriage and you don't love him now, four years later. You're only married to him because you have no other choice. Your heart belongs to someone else. You love the tough, stubborn, and strong Alfie Solomons: the village baker.
Alfie Solomons, the man you're with now, when you're supposed to be at home like a good woman and housewife.
You shouldn't be there. You shouldn't have your legs around his hips, both of you naked, in the back room he has in the bakery. But there you are. Alfie is a drug you can't and won't quit. Alfie shouldn't be whispering in your ear that he loves you, while he gets you to reach the second orgasm in a row of the afternoon. Much less should you tell him you love him. But you do.
Alfie kisses you as he collapses beside you on the bed. He can't believe how an asshole like your husband, can belittle you the way he does. If you were his, he would treat you the way you deserve. You are his in a way. Not legal, that's true. The meetings you two have are always on the sly, taking care that no one sees you. It shouldn't be like that, but it is.
As he caresses and kisses you, he sees a new bruise on your arm. Anger comes over him again.
"It was him, innit? He hit you again."
"He came in drunk two days ago," you admit, "and he didn't like dinner."
"You know there's only one solution to that, don't you?"
You nod. You've thought about it more than once: Kill that son of a bitch and end that torture. Be free to be with Alfie without anyone judging you. No one would blame a widow if she found comfort in the arms of another man. The general rule is for women to always have a man by their side, how else would they survive?
Alfie sits on the bed and begins to dress. You do the same, it's time to go home. You still have to gather the eggs the chickens have laid, pick some vegetables and get everything ready for when your husband returns.
"I'll do it tonight," Alfie says, nonchalantly.
Alfie looks at you expecting a disapproving look or a "are you crazy? Don't do it!" but you don't open your mouth. When you finish tucking your hair under your hat, you finally look at him.
"I'll help you. Tonight."
The next morning, like a good woman desperate for her husband's absence, you go to the local police saying he hasn't returned. The local police are small, their most resonant cases have been catching little kids stealing apples from the fruit stand. Nothing like that, they don't know how to proceed. But they try.
It doesn't take long to find him. He is face down in the creek, which at this time of year has little water, and next to him are two empty rum bottles. The conclusion was simple. Drunk and at night, he must have stumbled and could not get up. They buried him that same day without asking many more questions. Everyone knew he was troubled, no one would miss him because no one liked him.
No one would also know that the night before, you and Alfie waited for him as he walked home. A single blow from Alfie knocked him unconscious, then he carried him to the creek where he laid him face down in the water. Planting the empty rum bottles was part of the plan as well. Hugging, you and Alfie stood watching waiting for him to try to get up but that didn't happen. A little over an hour later, you parted ways and everyone went back to their places until the next day.
Two months later, you are now known as Mrs. Solomons. Indeed, no one cared that you had remarried so soon after becoming a widow. In the shadows the love story of the two of you had begun, in the shadows you also committed a crime. But as it always happens, the night and the shadows go away and the sun rises again. And so it had happened here too, a new life had begun for you. Completely different from the previous one where, together with Alfie, only bright days awaited you from that 1805 onwards.
Why am I the first one to make this .
HANDSOME 😍💘 𝗧𝗼𝗺 is already in the United States 💓🔥!
Yesterday he was in New York training. Filming for his next movie, 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔, will begin in Ohio. According to a news I read today, FILMING HAS OFFICIALLY STARTED ❤️🔥 So I guess he stayed in New York last weekend and he is already in Ohio shooting today 🤔
Good luck to 𝗧𝗼𝗺, I hope he has a great time and enjoys it ❤️🥰
If it wasn't for 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔, I see him with this appearance and I'd swear he's going to play Wolverine 🤭
GUAPO 😍💘 ¡𝗧𝗼𝗺 ya se encuentra en Estados Unidos 💓🔥!
Ayer estaba en Nueva York entrenando. El rodaje de su próxima película, 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔, empezará en Ohio. Según una noticia que leí hoy, EMPEZÓ OFICIALMENTE EL RODAJE ❤️🔥 Así que, supongo que se quedó en Nueva York el fin de semana pasado y hoy ya se encuentra en Ohio rodando 🤔
Mucha suerte a 𝗧𝗼𝗺, espero que se lo pase genial y lo disfrute ❤️🥰
De no ser por 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔, yo lo veo con esta apariencia y juraría que va a interpretar a Lobezno 🤭