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Sunshine & Rainbows
Alfie Solomons x Livy (OFC) — Chapter 15
18+ NSFW - minors don’t interact 🙅🏻♀️
MASTERLIST | READ ON AO3
CHAPTER 15: only love could hurt like this
Summary: The Shelby women torment Alfie and secrets are revealed ...
TW: language typical of Peaky Blinders, a touch of angst
Word count: 3273
A/N: It’s been a while, so here’s a super quick recap! (Or click here to read Chapter 14 again!)
Alfie found out Livy was missing, then beat the crap out of Tommy. A few hours later, Polly and Esme show up at his hotel room ...
This chapter picks up right where we left off.
“Well, go on then,” Alfie demands. “We haven’t got all fucking night. Where is she?”
Polly chuckles darkly, looking far too amused for his liking. She takes a moment to light a cigarette, raising it to her painted lips before replying. “And what makes you think I’m just going to hand over that information?”
Fucking hell.
The room goes deathly silent, save for the ominous tick of the clock, reminiscent of a bomb just waiting to explode.
… much like Alfie's stormy expression.
He’s exhausted, and his patience has officially run out. A volatile mix at the best of times, but with Livy gone, the look on his face is more than a threat. It’s a promise of violence.
But Polly doesn’t notice or, more likely, doesn’t care. Instead of backing down, like any sensible being, she stands with one hand on her hip and the other in the air, smoke dancing from her fingers, chin raised like the Queen of fucking England.
“‘Cause that’s what you said, ain’t it?” He glares at her through narrowed eyes. “You asked if I wanted to find Livy.”
“Exactly,” she smirks. “I asked if you wanted to find her. I didn’t say I would tell you where she is.”
Alfie considers snatching her cigarette and shoving it down her slender throat. Polly’s asking for trouble, pushing his buttons at the worst possible time, and they all know it. It’s almost like she wants to see him lose his temper, or at least expects it.
But he is nothing, if not unpredictable.
Despite the displeasure written across his features, Alfie remains seated. He doesn’t speak, barely even blinks as he raises his fist and cracks his knuckles, slowly and methodically, one by one.
The women watch on, seemingly unfazed, but the longer Alfie sits and stares, face like a predator stalking his prey, the more their facade begins to crumble. They are bold, not stupid, or so it seems. The minutes pass, and Polly takes a hesitant step backwards, Esme following suit, dropping her boots to the floor as they brace for an explosion.
Alfie surprises them all. He should be fucking furious, but his blood cools when he recognises this for what it is: a negotiation. And despite the high stakes, the familiarity of it all is comforting.
This is one game he knows how to play.
“Right, then.” Alfie grins as he leans back and spreads his arms wide. Everything is still fucked, Livy is still fucking missing, but at least he has something to work with. “Let’s talk, love. Why don’t you tell me what you want, yeah?”
“For you to fuck off,” Esme mutters, confidence restored now that the danger has passed.
Polly shoots her a stern look before returning to Alfie. “What makes you think I want anything, Mr Solomons?” she asks, cool and composed behind a cloud of smoke.
Alfie laughs; in another time, another place, he might genuinely enjoy their banter.
“Don’t play coy, sweetie. It’s three in the fucking morning. Now she”—Alfie waves in Esme’s general direction—“she might be here for Livy. But you?” he huffs. “You’ve got too much Shelby in you.”
Polly’s mouth falls open, a retort on the tip of her tongue, but Alfie cuts her off with a raised palm.
“I don’t want to hear it, yeah. Normally I’m happy to go along with these little games you fucking gypsies love so fucking much. But tonight, I’m going to need you to get to the point, ya hear?”
Alfie watches as Polly visibly bristles, her lips pressed in a firm line, her spine impossibly straighter. But the Shelby matriarch quickly recovers.
“Of course, Mr Solomons,” she replies, her voice and smile sickly sweet. “You’re obviously a very intelligent man.”
Polly waits for a reaction, but unfortunately for her, Alfie is a very intelligent man. So he ignores the trite tactic and gives her 30 fucking seconds to explain herself. The clock continues to tick, and he resumes cracking his knuckles; it’s a veritable symphony of unspoken aggression.
“Fine,” Polly huffs, rolling her dark eyes when it becomes clear they're doing this on his terms. “I need your help,” she reluctantly admits. “I’m not sure if you’re aware, but I have a son….”
Livy wiggles her toes, delighting in the morning dew against her bare skin. The sun is low on the horizon, but it’s already promising to be a beautiful day. The air is crisp, the birds are singing, and she half expects rainbows to fall from the sky. She breathes deeply and, for a few minutes, finds peace.
Almost.
Because then she remembers what brought her here.
With a groan, Livy flops on the grass, not caring about her state of dress—or her hair, for that matter, her scarlet locks tangled, free from adornments save for a few twigs and burrs. She’s feeling quite sorry for herself as she drapes her arm across her eyes, the weight pressing her into the damp earth. If only it would open and swallow her whole.
“Well, Holy Lord God, it’s Livy Lou, queen of the fairies. What would your father say if he saw you like this?”
Livy smiles at the familiar voice, lips curling despite her melancholy.
“That we should bury our sorrows and rise like the sun,” she recites.
“Rise like the sun,” Aberama repeats as he drops into the grass beside her, stretching his long legs and propping himself on an elbow. “A mighty wise man, your William.”
She hums in agreement, grateful for the company, and together they sit in comfortable silence, watching the sun rise higher in the sky. Minutes pass until it blinds—not the light but the unfettered hope that for once feels so fucking foreign—and Livy turns away, tracing the ground, wishing she could take her father’s advice.
But her sorrows refuse to stay buried.
As she inspects the dirt beneath her brightly painted nails, Livy can’t help but wonder if she made the right decision. Which is strange in and of itself; usually, she’s so confident, trusting her gut and following it faithfully, eyes on the horizon, never looking back. It’s her life’s motto and often the only thing keeping her sane.
Except now she’s in love with Alfie—and doesn’t that just change everything?
She wipes her hands on her dress and closes her eyes to avoid Aberama’s curious gaze. Being here with him reminds Livy of those first months after escaping Bernard. It was all new then; the kind faces and open fires that chased away the darkness, smoke and songs accompanying them into the night. As joy and laughter replaced fear and pain, she was, in many ways, reborn.
How fitting that she should find herself here again.
Last night was a turning point, and Livy knows it, although she’s not ready to face the truth. Instead, it would be easier to ignore altogether, to fall into the comfortable rhythm of life on the road and let it consume her as she rides out this chapter.
With enough time and enough whiskey (or perhaps that broody Shelby gin), she might come to see this nightmare as a blessing in disguise. Livy was truthful with Esme; she missed the life, the freedom, even the creaky wheels beneath her bed.
One door closes, another opens—right?
Livy snorts before she can stop herself, drawing another look from Aberama, who she continues to ignore. Her usual optimism has bolted, much like Cyril, who is off in the bushes chasing a rabbit. This is no blessing, of that she’s sure. More like a lesson—the universe punishing her for holding too tightly onto something that was never hers to begin with.
Of course, Livy knew this day would come, but she wasn’t expecting this.
Only love could hurt like this.
His scent still lingers on her skin—warm and slightly spiced, like rum and sweat and home—and despite everything, a part of her wants him back. She misses Alfie dreadfully; those beautiful lips, maddeningly distracting as they trace the valley of her breasts, his whiskers teasing her flesh, leaving his mark behind.
Just like the mark he left on her soul, and he should be hers, even though logic and reason tell her to run and run and run.
And she will because as much as Livy hates to admit it, the truth is she’s terrified.
Not of Bernard McCall or Thomas Shelby, as one would reasonably expect…
No, Livy is afraid of Alfie.
Because if he knew about Bernard and still chose to do business with him, he couldn’t possibly love her back.
And how on earth is she supposed to survive that kind of heartbreak?
Livy shakes her head.
She’s always been impulsive, but she’s never been in love, and sometimes it’s easier to give everything up than to have it all taken from you.
She picks a blade of grass and pretends to be fascinated by the vibrant shade of green when Aberama reaches over and plucks it from her fingers.
“You know…” He pauses, eyeing Livy from beneath his low-slung hat. “I didn’t expect to see you again. At least, not anytime soon.”
Livy blushes at the unspoken question, her thick lashes kissing her cheeks as she averts her eyes. How can she explain when she barely understands herself? Everything is jumbled, and she’s never felt so confused.
“Yes, well, you see …”
She bites her lip and considers how much to share with Aberama. He’s fiercely protective of those he considers family, and Livy’s fortunate to count herself among the few not related by blood. But she doesn’t want to see a bullet with Alfie’s name on it. At least not yet.
“I’m taking precautions,” she finally replies. “Keeping a low profile for a bit.”
“Precautions?” Aberama repeats. He stares for a long minute before wiping his palm on his thigh and extending his hand. “Well, come on then. You know the promise I made to your father.”
Livy nods in relief and accepts his hand as he pulls her to her feet. She’s grateful for the help—and the lack of questions—but it’s still too much. The weight of everything is drowning her, and she needs a distraction, something familiar to ease her troubled mind.
“Aberama, darling, do you still keep that blade inside your boot?”
He flashes a brilliant smile.
“What the fuck does Michael have to do with anything?” sputters Esme, the shock written across her tired face.
Polly ignores her, keeping her chin raised and eyes hard, refusing to wilt beneath Alfie’s probing stare.
“Michael has recently shown an interest in joining the family business,” she continues. “But Thomas has … ambitions that come with unnecessary risk. Risks I cannot allow my son to be exposed to.”
“Right…,” mutters Alfie, stroking his beard as he contemplates her words. It’s just as he suspected: a fucking mess. “And what the fuck does this have to do with me?”
“I need you to terminate the deal with Bernard McCall. Ensure Thomas no longer has access to Liverpool.”
“Why would you want that?”
“Does it matter?” she snaps. “Help me, and I’ll help you find Livy.”
His heart clenches at the sound of her name, and in that moment, he’d sign away his fortune, his bakery, anything to get her back.
But then he has a better idea.
“Tell me more about your business in Liverpool,” Alfie demands.
Her eyes flash darkly. “Our business is not your concern.” Polly exchanges a look with Esme, and her face softens. “But I’ll make you a deal, Mr Solomons. Agree to help me, and I’ll tell you more about Bernard McCall. And trust me, there are things you need to know.”
“Trust you,” Alfie repeats, the words hanging heavy in the air. “Right, well that’s just it, Mrs Gray. Trust is a fragile thing.” He strokes his jaw. “And what about your boy? Is he … fragile?”
Polly leaps forward. “Are you threatening—“
Alfie stands, towering over her with his broad frame. “I don’t make threats,” he warns, advancing slowly until she has to crane her neck to face him. “Now, you’re going to tell me about Liverpool, you’re going to tell me about Bernard, and you’re going to help me find Livy. If she’s safe, nothing will happen to your precious son, and in exchange, I will end things in Liverpool.”
She glares at him, and Alfie can only imagine the gypsy curse she’s placing on his black soul. But he’s already damned, so he returns her cold stare. Livy is all that matters now, and he’d deal with the devil—or worse, a Shelby—to get her back.
“Fine,” Polly finally agrees, spitting on her palm and extending it to him. Alfie responds in kind, and she nods, inhaling deeply from her cigarette.
“Thomas is working with a group of Americans who support the Bolsheviks,” she begins, taking a seat. “He’s importing weapons from them under the protection of Shelby Company Limited. But security is tight in London, which is why he needs Liverpool.”
Alfie briefly closes his eyes. “Fucking hell. Meddling with the Russians, that silly boy.”
She snorts. “Exactly. It’s going to blow up in his face, and I don’t want Micheal around when it does.”
“And what about Livy?” he asks sharply. “Don’t fucking tell me she has anything to do with—“
“No, not the Russians,” she reassures him. But something in her tone has him on edge.
“But what?” he demands.
Polly gives him a sad smile. “Alfie.” It's the first time she’s used his given name, and a chill runs down his spine. “I’m assuming you know that Livy had a … difficult past?”
A growl escapes from his chest, a feral sound, raw and violent. “Yeah, I fucking know. And when I find the fucker responsible….”
Alfie trails off at the look on the women’s faces.
No.
Oh, fuck no.
The table goes flying, splintering into pieces, just like his heart.
“Bernard?”
“Yes.” Polly and Esme reply in unison.
He wants to vomit.
Alfie has a strong stomach—after France, not much offends him—but when he thinks about Livy, he nearly drops to his knees.
And he will soon, to beg her forgiveness.
But for now, violence will have to do.
“I’m going to kill him. I’m going to fucking kill him.” He stalks forward, reaching for Polly, unable to stop himself. “Does he have her?” he roars, yanking her to her feet. “Does he fucking have her?”
Polly remains oddly calm. “No,” she assures him, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder.
Alfie lets go, visibly relieved. “Right, then where the fuck is she?”
Polly and Esme exchange another look, and he glances around for something else to throw.
“Stop with the fucking faces and tell me where to find Livy before I cut off your—”
“She doesn’t want to be found,” interrupts Polly.
“I don’t give a fuck what she wants—“
“Maybe that’s the problem,” snaps Esme, arms folded defiantly across her chest. “You men are all the same. How do we know you’re not working with Bernard?”
“Esme, shut up,” retorts Polly.
“No, you shut it. Neither of you care about her, it’s all about Michael with you, and fuck knows what he wants—“
“Enough,” roars Alfie, his temper at breaking point. “Fucking, enough. I love her, yeah, and that’s all you need to fucking know. So gather your shit, and let’s go get her.”
There’s a moment of stunned silence before Polly nods, looking relieved as she collects her bag and makes for the door. But Esme stares at him, eyes dark like the window to her soul.
“I don’t give a fuck what they say about you,” she announces, stalking forward until she’s toe to toe with him. The top of her head barely grazes his chin, but Esme speaks with a confidence that betrays her small frame. “If anything happens to her, it’s you that will be afraid of me. Do you understand? I’ll be watching you, Mr Solomons.”
She takes a few steps backwards. “Always watching,” she repeats before turning on her heel, leaving Alfie no choice but to follow.
Bloody Shelby women.
“Fuck off, no. Categorical.” Alfie pokes the side of the wagon with his cane. “That there, right, is a coffin on wheels. If you want to travel like the living dead, knock yourself out. But you see, for my people, it’s a matter of principle, ain’t it?”
Polly sighs. “Do you want to find Livy or not? We can’t go any further by car, and it’s too far to travel by foot. So unless you want to ride a horse, this is your only option.”
“Ride a fucking horse,” Alfie mutters as he steps forward and nearly loses a shoe in the mud. “This is just fucking perfect, innit? Drag me out in the middle of nowhere, in one of your curious gypo wagons, yeah? Then you put a bullet in my fucking skull, and when my poor Jewish soul is liberated from my body—“
“I can’t fucking do this,” mutters Polly, closing her eyes and pinching the bridge of her nose. She takes a deep breath and gathers her strength. “Mr Solomons, please, I implore you. Get in the fucking wagon. If there’s any hope of finding Livy, we need to move quickly.”
Alfie nods and, for once, does as he’s told.
The mud and wagon had provided temporary distraction, but now his nausea returns with a vengeance. His head is spinning, his mind frantic, desperate to pinpoint the moment where everything went so horribly wrong. How the fuck did this happen? All his men—a network of spies, a fortune in bribes—and not one goddamn whisper about that bastard McCall.
Because they’re all bad men, but there are just some lines you don’t fucking cross.
Alfie grits his teeth and settles into the vardo (which is surprisingly comfortable, although he’ll never admit it) when the truth hits him squarely in the face.
Thomas fucking Shelby.
It’s the only explanation. Somehow he knew the truth about Bernard and Livy, and purposely kept it from him to protect the Liverpool deal.
Because of the fucking Russians.
Alfie groans and runs a hand down his face, recalling the conversation in Tommy’s office. It’s all coming together now, and it’s not fucking good. Livy is gone, and he’d bet his left nut both Bernard and Thomas are searching for her, making this whole fiasco a race against time.
And here he is—creeping across the countryside in a fucking box.
To make things worse, his fate lies in the hands of not one but two Shelby women and for all he knows, he’s riding headfirst into a trap. But what choice does he have? He’s armed and angry, a dangerous mix, fueled by emotions that are entirely new, fucking raw, and he will find Livy because right now nothing else matters.
Of course, what happens after he finds her is another story.
Fucking hell.
Just 24 hours ago, he was working up the courage to share his feelings. Now he’ll be lucky if she doesn’t cut his fucking balls off.
And that’s if Livy agrees to see him.
Alfie shakes his head and sits taller in his seat. He’s negotiated ‘deal or die’ offers with some of Britain’s most dangerous men, and this is Livy. His Livy. When he finds her, he won’t give her a choice. After all, it was God himself who delivered her to his doorstep.
Some things are meant to be, and once he has her in his arms, he won’t let her go again.
A/N: So ... let me know what you think! I really wanted this chapter to be longer, but honestly, I’ve been sitting on this for months. It got to a point where I think I just needed to publish it, so I could get creatively unstuck! 🙈
Or at least, let’s hope!
Thanks to everyone still reading this story. I appreciate all of you xx
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Alfie fanfic: I think I've read it all. Currently in the middle of a few bring updated still.
I need some good longer ones. Slow burn or quick. I like smut but it doesn't have to contain it. It's just a plus.
I've gone through most of the tag on AO3. I've been rereading those on there and on here.
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Tommy Conlon Masterlist- Renewed
One-Shots List
• You Deserve Better- A Tommy Conlon X Dahlia(OC) One-Shot
• One-Shot: Coming Soon
• One-Shot: Coming Soon
• One-Shot: Coming Soon
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Whenever he wants
Summary: Alfie comes back home. I know that's a pretty bad summary.
Pairing: Alfie Solomons x Reader
Words: 1200
Warnings: 18+. Some blood, oral sex (male receiving), sex.
Title: Whenever he wants
You hear his footsteps down the hallway and you can tell for sure what's his current mood. That is how well you know him. And you are never wrong.
You sink a little deeper into the bathtub, letting the hot water covers you completely, and keep quiet, listening carefully to his heavy steps down the wooden floor. He is probably tired, you think. He's been out all day; when you wake up at sunrise, he was already gone, the bed empty and cold around you. But there is something more.
You hear him as he stops and opens the bedroom door, although he doesn't go in. He retraces his remaining steps to the bathroom, where you're engulfed in a cloud of soft steam and the sweet jasmine scent of the soap.
You squirm in anticipation. What Alfie provokes in you is indescribable. It is, at the same time, a padlocked box and an open book that you can read as if you knew it by heart. You know he adores you, even when he is so distant sometimes, or even when he comes home and doesn't talk for hours. You know that he is deep in his thoughts, but the slightest gesture lets you know that you are still there, deep inside him.
The door opens and his eyes narrows as he sees you. The warm light from the candles that illuminate the bathroom dances on his face, and his stern expression softens a little, almost imperceptibly.
He lets out a moan and rests his hat on a furniture next to him.
-Hello Alfie -your voice is low, almost like a whisper.
He looks at you, taking his time for his eyes to wander all over your body, sunken under the water. He doesn't say a word. He takes off his coat and waistcoat slowly, sets them aside, and pulls up a chair, sitting down.
-Do you want me to...? -you start to say getting up, but he stops you.
-Shhh... -he cross his index over his plump lips- Stay there.
You lie back in the bathtub and rub the soap on your arms. Alfie closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, a mixture of pleasure and relaxation, as if trying to slowly let his troubles drift away from him.
-Rub it over your breasts -he says, his eyes still closed.
You obey. You want to please him, to make him happy.
Your hands slide down your throat to your chest, and stop at your nipples. Alfie open his eyes, both dark pearls under his heavy eyebrows. His nostrils flare, capturing the scented air into their lungs. There is that fire on his look, a fire you know well.
Your nipples perk under the gentle touch of your soapy fingers, your back arches and you start to feel those well known flames in your core. And it's not because of your hands caressing yourself, but because his eyes over your body.
He grunts and adjust himself on the chair, his legs wide open.
-Come here -you say, but he growls as an answer.
-You look so fucking perfect there, sweethart -he strokes his beard, his eyes sparkling- Don't wanna ruin that.
You look at him, adjusting your eyes to low light . His face is splattered with blood, and there is a deep cut on his right hand.
-You're hurt... -you let the words out in a breath.
-It's nothing -he runs his other hand through his beard
You get out of the tub and wrap yourself in a blue silk robe. You grab a clean towel and wet it in the sink next to him, take some bandages from a drawer, and kneel in front of him, who hasn't stopped looking at you. You take his hand in yours and begin to gently clean the wound. He sighs, letting his warm breath fall on your head.
-It's deep -you tell him after cleaning the wound- Is there any more?
He shakes his head in denial and you wrap his hand in the bandage in silence. It hurts you to see him like this, but you say nothing. It hurts you more than hurts him, you can tell for sure. And he knows.
Alfie puts his hand under your chin and forces you to look at him. His eyes search yours, green over brown, deep, talking with no words.
You start to clean the blood on his face in silence, as you think how much you love him, how deep you love him. You always have. And even when you knew Alfie came with all of this baggage, you couldn't help to fall deeply in love anyway.
When you finish your fingers run slowly over the soft fabric of his bloodstained shirt, opening the buttons one by one. His chest is one of your favorite places in the world, and you caress it gently. He rests his hand on yours, and guides it down to his belt. You open it and he spread his legs wider, giving you more space between them. Your hand reaches for his erect manhood.
He takes a deep breath and his hands clench into fists as your mouth wraps around his cock. You want him, all of him, and start sucking softly but yet firmly, moistening it with your tongue.
-Fuck it -he says, and his palms rest on the sides of your head, leading the rhythm little by little.
You take him in as much as you can, from the tip to almost making you gag. The pleasure is his as much as yours.
His hands cup your cheeks and you stand in front of him, opening the ribbon that closes your robe. His fingers dig into the flesh of your waist, guiding your legs to his sides.
You sit on him, guiding his cock inside you, and you let out a deep breath as he slides inside with his eyes locked on yours, searching for clues to guide him on his next steps. You wrap your hands around his neck and he licks your nipples hard, alternating with his teeth, tugging at the sensitive skin, making you gasp.
-Alfie... -you say as you move up and down, slowly speeding up.
He says nothing at all, but he puts his arms around you so tight that you can only move your hips. His head rests on your chest, and you know he can hear your heart beating inside. You hug his head, running your fingertips through his messy hair.
The friction on your clit gets you closer every second to your liberation. Pleasure swirls in your center and it doesn't take long before you feel yourself pulsing on him.
-Come for me -are the only words that he says almost in a inaudible growl with his head still on your chest, and that is all it takes to finally release your orgasm.
Your head spins and it takes you a few seconds to come back to yourself. You take his face in your hands and lift it up to look into his eyes. Your lips caress his, and he opens his mouth to let your tongue invade his mouth. Alfie begins to move again, this time is harder, seeking his own orgasm, until you feel how it tenses under you, releasing completely inside you.
He rests his forehead on your chest, breathing hard, agitated.
-You don't fucking deserve this -he says.
-This? What do you...
-Waiting for me every night, not knowing if I'll even come back -he interrupts you- Cleaning up the blood from other people on my body. I don't fucking deserve you.
-Alfie, look at me -he slowly rises his head first, then his eyes searches for yours, bright and clear- I will always love you.
-Don't ever leave me -he whispers against your lips, as they open and seek for your tongue with his, lazily tangling again, his cock still deep inside you, hardening again.
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Fan Fic Master List
Welcome to my blog!! I’m a multi-fandom blog with a lot of WWE, NJPW, Halsey, Tom Hardy, Game of Thrones, House of the Dragon, Robert De Niro/Al Pacino, Bianca Bel Air, Jay White, Idris Elba, The Batman, Star Wars, and everything in between! (Lately it’s mainly Tom Hardy oops)
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Tom Hardy:
Inception (2010) Eames
250 Word Drabble
Handsy Flirt (Anon)
Warrior (2011) - Tommy Conlon
275 Word Drabble (NSFW)
Fluffy Protective (Anon)
25 Word Drabble: Troubled Tommy (Anon)
Peaky Blinders - Alfie Solomons
232 Word Drabble
Mad Max: Fury Road (2015) Max Rockatansky
285 Word Drabble
Trust: A Mad Max Story (Anon)
Legend (2015) - Reggie Kray
Stays the Same (Anon) (Response)
Taboo (2017) - James Delaney
260 Word Drabble (NSFW) (Anon)
Venom (2018)/Venom: Let There Be Carnage (2021) - Eddie Brock
145 Word Drabble
The Ride (NSFW) (Anon)
Star Wars:
Obi-Wan Kenobi
Obi-Wan’s Protege (NSFW)
The Mandalorian - Din Djarin
Fluffy Din
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#filthyrichdreamboat#was a big Tom Hardy fan - might have liked Liz's fic#if you happen to be around and want to drop a message :(
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DATING MALE CELEBRITIES WOULD INCLUDE...
ft. tyler hoechlin, jacob elordi, tom cruise, jeremy sumpter, robert pattinson, cillian murphy, henry cavill, tom hardy, sam worthington, tom felton, rupert grint
a/n: i was focused on actors that doesn't get much attention but if you have any other celebrity in mind, please let me know in the comments! also i don't know if this is good because i included their favourite things, hobbies etc (with you ofc) just to make it more detailed and not boring... so i hope you guys like it:) if you want more detailed fic or just about one celebrity, let me know!
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⤷ Tyler Hoechlin
-Tyler writes you love letters. Pretty often. When he cannot be with you or is busy with his job, he'll sit down at night when he's alone and write you a letter about how much he misses you, how he's doing and about his job.
-Tyler loves sports, mostly baseball. So he'll take you with him to play baseball; he doesn't care if you don't know how, he will be happy when you just throw a ball to him. He'll take you to hockey matching or ice skating, if you don't know how to ice skate, don't worry he'll gladly teach you.
-He can talk a bit Spanish so he'll sometimes call you by Spanish pet names like cariño, mi amor or querida. And he'll be all cheesy about it which makes you laugh but it's also really sweet when he does that.
-Tyler loves his family so he was a bit nervous when he first introduced you to them, because their opinion mattered to him but he also loved you. But his nervousness disappear right after you and his family clicked. His family loves you which makes Tyler so happy.
-He plays guitar so he often plays to you. He loves how your eyes light up when he plays, he just loves making you happy and if he's making you happy by playing on his guitar, he'll gladly play all day.
-Tyler also loves traveling so when he has a week off, he takes you somewhere to the forest camping or to the ocean to relax, depends where you wanna go.
⤷ Jacob Elordi
-Jacob would post you on his instagram like ALL THE TIME. On his stories or just regular post because he loves to show you of. He will also post the most random photos of you that you didn't even know he took. But he loves every single one of them.
-Because of his role on 'the kissing booth' he learned how to drive a motorcycle so sometimes he takes you for a ride, it makes the both of you feel so free and you are with each other.
-No surprise that Jacob loves sports. His most favourite are basketball and surfing. Which means he takes you to play basketball with him or watch him how he plays with his friends, cheering for him ofc. When it comes to surfing he'll gladly teach you but again he prefers when you cheer for him or just watch him after that you two will have a playful fight in water.
-Jacob is a huge cuddle bug and he just loves when you lay on his chest so he can wrap his big arms around your tiny figure. When he cannot cuddle with you he will have one of his arms on your shoulder or around your waist.
-Jacob is actually a fan of poetry so you often find him reading it, but he will be over the moon if you read him his favourite poetries. You two will also have deep conversations about the true meanings of the poetries.
-He's a huge dog lover so it will be no surprise of you two get a dog, maybe two.
-He will get your name tattooed on his chest close to his heart. And you two will get matching tattooes.
⤷ Tom Cruise
-Tom loves skydiving which makes you a bit worried all the time since it's a extreme sport but if you are also a fan of extreme sports than he'll take you with him.
-Tom likes junk food like chips, fries, coca-cola etc. so you two have almost everything that comes to your mind at home. When you two watch a movie and cuddle on the sofa, he always has some chips or popcorn.
-He loves when you read to him and he really appreciate it because he loves hearing your voice and he has dyslexia which makes it hard for him to read. He usually lays on your chest while you read to him and play with his hair.
-He's a pilot and he own several aircraft so when you need to relax and he needs to take a break from his job, you just get into one of them and fly wherever you two wants.
-Tom loves under water scenes, which makes him love water. Like I said when you two needs to take a break from work and the fame, you fly in is aircraft somewhere and the 'somewhere' it's mostly somewhere where is hot weather or beach or ocean/sea.
-Tom is famous for doing all of his stunts because he's a adrenaline junky but it makes you sometimes worried because it can be dangerous. He always make sure that after a stunt he goes to you, tells you he's okay and kiss you.
⤷ Jeremy Sumpter
-Jeremy loves traveling and his favourite color is green, which leads you two take a trip to the forest, pretty often. Just walking around, listening to the singing birds, holding each others hands and having silly or deep conversation, depends on the day and mood.
-Jeremy is a dog lover. He has a dog named Bear and he takes him on the trips to the forest you two go. Bear absolutely loves you which makes Jeremy happy.
-He loves your cooking but he himself is a bad cook so he either helps you, but you have to give him detailed informations or he just hugs you from behind and watch you cook. If you make his favourite food he will be the happiest man alive, his favourite food are spaghetti.
-Jeremy also loves sport and to his favourite ones belongs baseball and soccer. He used to play them when he was a kid so his mom shows you some of his photos where he is in a dress or something. He also takes you on matches and explains you all the rules.
-He also loves water and swimming, so when you two goes on some vacation is usually somewhere to the ocean.
-Jeremy loves the movie called 'The Deer Hunter' so you two watch it like all the time while cuddling on the sofa or bed. His face in your neck, his arms around your waist and your hand playing with his blond curls.
⤷ Robert Pattinson
-Robert is a music lover, he wrote few songs and he can also sing pretty well so it was no surprise when he wrote a song about you, then sing it to you while playing on the piano.
-He's fluent in French so when he's feeling extra romantic or just in a playful mood, he will talk to you in French or call you by some French pet names like Mon amour or Mon chéri, otherwise he calls you darling, my love or baby.
-Robert loves cooking and when is it with you, he's even more happy to do it. Sometimes when you are exhausted from job, he'll prepare you a nice dinner and visa verse.
-You two watch war, drama or horror movies together. For example 'The Exorcist' or 'Come and See' are the type of movies you two watch together, because he's a fan of paranormal same as you, which leads to deep conversations. Rob is hugging you from behind while still laying down on your shared bed. Him kissing the back of your head once in a while.
-Robert is a dog lover, he always helps the homeless dogs but he can never keep them. You two will soon get a dog and it will be one of the best decisions Rob could ever make (the first, best one was to start dating you).
-Rob is literature fan which means picnic dates. You two somewhere private, laying on a picnic blanket with some homemade food, reading books and then having deep conversations about them.
⤷ Cillian Murphy
-Cillian also loves music so it will be no surprise if he will made a song about you and he'll gladly sing it to you. He didn't write you just a one song, you have a full album of his songs that he gave you.
-At nights were you have a trouble to fall asleep, he will read to you. He will read you another chapter of your favourite book or poems he wrote (they are often about you). After he's done reading, he'll hug you tight with your head placed on his chest, rubbing small circles on your back with kiss on your forehead.
-Cillian is also a big fan of literature and he loves when you give him recommendations. He doesn't care what genre the book is (detective, romance, horror,...) if you recommended it to him, he will read it.
-You two end up getting a dog or a cat, maybe both. Because Cillian is an animal lover, you will do most of the job around the dog/cat because Cillian is often really busy but he'll always make a time for you.. and the dog/cat.
-He's big fan of a Liverpool football club so you two will often be seen on their games with matching t-shirts and caps.
-His favourite part of the day will be night (or every day time he can spend with you) because he can read to you, have you in his arms, cuddled up to his chest while placing soft kisses on your forehead, cheek, lips, neck (any part he can reach)
⤷ Henry Cavill
-Henry, to your surprise, loves playing games on his PC. When he plays he'll have you sat on his lap with his arms idly wrapped around you while still having his hands on the controller/mouse. From time to time he'll kiss any part of your skin he can reach (cheek, neck,..).
-He rides a motorcycle and he loves when you wanna ride with him. Your arms wrapped around his waist while just riding around with no care in the world.
-Henry can speak a bit of Italian, French and Spanish and if you will help him to get better in those languages, he'll be so grateful. But this 'learning dates' you two have never goes as you planned, because he is always distracted by your beauty.
-He also loves cooking so if you had a bad day, Henry is already waiting at your house with dinner and fresh flowers.And for dessert, a warm bath with soft kisses all over your face.
-Henry can ride a horse so one of his ideas for date is a picnic at beautiful meadow but getting there on horses. If you can't ride a horse that's fine, you will sat behind him, if you can ride a horse maybe you two will even race who's gonna be there first.
-He loves cuddling you, because you feel so small in his big arms. He loves having his arms wrapped around you because it makes him feel like he's protecting you but when you stroke his hair he absolutely melts into you.
⤷ Tom Hardy
-Tom LOVES motorcycles. And he LOVES you, which means that you and him are often seen by paparazzi on his motorcycle either just for a simple ride or with packed things ready to sleep somewhere in the woods in tent or something similar.
-Tom loves challenges, so on these trips on his motorcycle, he makes sure there are some adrenaline, challenging stuff like jumping off of a cliff to clear cold water.
-Going into the gym together, watching him workout OR workout with him, but if you do work out with him he'll make sure to have easier workout with you because he's much stronger than you and he doesn't want you to hurt yourself.
-Tom loves reading comic books and he has one special comic book with Venom placed in the living room.
-He has a dog named Woody and when he's busy with acting, you will watch after him. Taking him out for walks, cuddling with him, playing with him and when he comes back and makes time for you and Woody, he'll make it up to the both of you.
-Tom has many tattoos all over his body so it's no surprise when one night when you two were making out you find out that he had you name tattooed on his lower belly near to his dick.
⤷ Sam Worthington
-Sam loves rock climbing for two main reasons, it's a excellent way how to relieve stress (besides spending time with you) and he can show off his back muscles, because he knows you love it.
-He's a lover of extreme sports so you can often be a bit worried that something can happen to him, but he always calms you down a bit with a kiss on your forehead. If you wanna try some of extreme sports with him, he'll be so happy.
-He's also a nature lover so trips are usually somewhere quiet and in nature, forest, meadow,... he loves going on trips with you because you two can be alone in peace and he can have you all to himself.
-He's an australian so it's no surprise he loves surfing. If you never tried it he will teach you but he won't be much focused on teaching, he's focused more on you and your beauty.
-Sam loves music AND he can play on the guitar and drums. He will take the guitar on the trips you two have, playing some songs you love on the guitar to you at the campfire.
-He also draws a lot. Many of his drawings are you or for you or of your favourite things. Please don't mind him, he just loves everything about you.
⤷ Tom Felton
-Everyone knows that Tom never left the Harry Potter fandom and you love Harry Potter as well, so it wasn't surprise when Tom posted you and him in a Harry Potter merch (him in Slytherin colors and you in your own house colors) on his instagram.
-He has a dog named Willow so his wallpaper is you holding Willow in your arms with Harry Potter merch on you (Willow has his Slytherin scarf and you have his Slytherin sweatsthirt)
-Again Tom as many other actors, loves music. He writes songs, sings, plays on a guitar. Many of his songs includes you and Willow, your relationship or his emotions.
-He will have your name tattooed near to his collarbone with a little heart next to it.
-Tom will show off his skills on his skateboard. He can skate pretty well and he's always so smiley and happy when you compliment him. If you ask, he'll also teach you few basic tricks but prepare for some bruises from all the falls, he'll kiss you as many times as much bruises you will have.
-Tom loves when you give him back massages, doesn't matter if you massage him with some fancy oils and with you palms stroking up and down on his back with some gentle rubbs or he can lay on your chest and you can scratch his back with you nails.
⤷ Rupert Grint
-Rupert loves ice cream and at one time he bought a ice cream van and gave ice cream to all the actors from Harry Potter with you helping him. He'll often take you on a ice cream date or will cuddle you while watching movies and eating ice cream.
-One of his favourite actors is Jim Carrey, which means you two often watch movies where he played and you somehow managed to get him a autograph form Jim, which made him incredibly happy you can't even imagine.
-If you two are not watching movies with Jim Carrey then definitely MCU movies, because he's a fan of marvel.
-Rupert love Artic Monkeys so when you two bake together there is always one of their songs playing softly in the background. He will often mumble the lyrics without realizing and if you point it out, he'll blush.
-Rupert is a dog lover so you two often visit nearest shelters and play with the dogs there. Rupert and you fell in love with one of the dogs, dalmatian named Teddy, so you adopted him. After a year you bought another dog but this time not from a shelter but from a verified seller.
-He loves photographing and his favourite things to photograph is you and your dogs, no wonder that there are so many pictures of you two or the dogs around the house, but he keeps his favourite besides him on his night table.
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A fic rec of One Direction fan fics with Louis as a sugar daddy as requested in this ask. If you like the fics, please leave kudos and comments for the writers! You can find my other fic recs here. Happy reading!
-Larry-
🙤 Pretty Please (With Sugar On Top) by @angelichl
(E, 113k, a/b/o) Harry is a sugar baby omega who cons rich alphas for a living. Louis is a rich alpha with too much self-control.
🙤 The Money Mark by @brightgolden
(E, 52k, a/b/o) Where Louis is Harry’s first sugar daddy who dumped him over text and their paths cross, seven years later.
🙤 One Minute to Midnight by QuickedWeen / @becomeawendybird
(E, 29k, curse au) Everything is going well until the day after he gets promoted when he wakes up forty years older than his actual age.
🙤 Santa Baby Honey by @sadaveniren
(E, 28k, Christmas au) Louis is the CEO of a toy company and Christmas is a stressful time of year so his assistant decides the best way to make him chill out is by getting him laid through a Secret Santa
🙤 drain the whole sea by brainwaves
(E, 27k, writers au) When he finds an unusual yet promising opportunity that could possibly get him somewhere and help him further his current failure of a writing career, he doesn’t hesitate to take it.
🙤 Cold Without You Here by trulymadlylarry
(M, 13k, long distance) the one where Louis is Harry's sugar daddy and goes on a business trip.
🙤 Sweet on You by dontlietomehoney
(M, 13k, uni au) Harry is a student going to Uni for a degree in business and one day Louis Tomlinson, a multibillionaire and owner of his own record company, comes to guest lecture.
🙤 When I Land, You're Mine by Phillipa19
(E, 10k, series) Louis goes away on yet another business trip, but when he stops calling Harry to check in, Harry decides to take matters into his own hands.
🙤 whatever you like by itiswhatitisbutterfly
(E, 9k, country club au) Harry works at a country club, Louis is a millionaire member of said country club. Harry wants in his boat and his apartment but also in his pants.
🙤 Millions and More by iwillpaintasongforlou / @canonlarry
(E, 6k, pwp) Louis is a 22 year-old millionaire who enjoys spoiling his baby.
🙤 you can take it off by blankiehxrry
(M, 5k, stripper Harry) “I could give you more than that. Just let me. Give me a chance, baby.”
🙤 heavy hitter by docklands / @hershelsue
(E, 3k, drug dealer) Louis is a drug dealer and the commander of every cartel in California.
-Rare Pairs-
🙤 The Referral by @disgruntledkittenface
(E, 5k, Louis/Harry, Louis/Harry/Tom Hardy) When he suggests getting a referral for a sex worker to give Harry what he hasn’t been lately, it doesn’t take long for Harry to agree. And then they meet Tom.
🙤 The Grundy County Auction Incident by @haztobegood
(T, 4k, Louis/Harry/Nick Grimshaw) He had to stand out to be noticed. And he did want to be noticed because, today, Harry was looking for a new sugar daddy.
#1dficvillage#tracksintheam#trackinghome#1dsource#ficrec#haztobegood#hershelsue#blankiehxrry#canonlarry#itiswhatitisbutterfly#becomeawendybird#phillipa19#dontlietomehoney#trulymadlylarry#brainwaves#sadaveniren#brightgolden#angelichl#disgruntledkittenface
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Alfie Solomons: Choker
Warnings ⚠️ Smut
Minors DNI!!
You've received a present from Alfie.
It's a black box with a red bow securing the top. You untie the bow and remove the lid, discovering the gift within.
It's a black velvet choker.
There's a note inside that reads:
For my pretty, pet. Place this around your petite throat when my hand cannot.
You blush, and quickly hide the note. You've only recently started sleeping with Alfie.
He discovered you liked being choked during sex.
In fact, you both discovered it because you had no idea how much you enjoyed his big, strong hand clutching your throat as his big, strong cock spread you open.
You go to your room and carefully put the choker on. It looks lovely and perfectly normal. Only you and Alfie know it's perverse meaning.
You go to work, and schedule meetings, organize and catalog contracts and other legal documents.
You know he is watching you. You feel his eyes on you as you do your work. You ignore him, though, as you do have a job to perform.
But you secretly smile to yourself as you know what he wants. And today, he seems very distracted by you.
"Fuck it. You, in my office, now," Alfie demands.
You are the only woman here, the rest are men who just think the secretary is in trouble.
You know better and follow Alfie into his office, closing and locking the door behind you.
"Yes, Alfie?" You said politely.
He's behind his desk, locking something in a drawer.
"I see you got my present," he said, pocketing the key and coming over to you. His intense eyes are drinking you in as he speaks.
"Yes, it's rather lovely, but it doesn't quite feel like the real thing," you said, coyly touching the choker.
Alfie chuckled and slipped an arm around your back, pulling you into him.
"I wanted to kiss you all day," he said.
"Well, here I am," you replied.
He takes that as permission, and he kisses you. He is such an excellent kisser. It's intoxicating and that's really all that it takes for you to get moist.
"Take me, now please?" You practically beg.
He chuckled, brushing his thumb over your choker. "Alright, dove, alright, don't fret."
He brings you over to his desk, and you hike up your dress, revealing your bare bottom.
Alfie sucks in some air, gliding his thumbs over your exposed cheeks.
"You mean to tell me you were sitting there all day without your knickers?"
You arch you back and wiggle your bottom. "Yes, just for you," you said, sighing as he glides his fingertips across your slit.
"Just for me," he whispers and inserts a finger into your canal. You spread your legs wider, moaning as he slips another finger into you.
"That's right, pet, sing for Papa," he hums, before removing his fingers and removing his belt and unzipping his trousers.
You feel the tip of his cock tease your bottom and then feel him edge into you. As he splits you open, he holds your hips tight and thrusts.
It's not the first time he's fucked you in his office. In fact, you've only been to his house once. He never seems to go home.
"Alfie," you sigh, taking him all in.
"You've got a lovely cunny, dove. Fits my cock so well, doesn't it?" He said, increasing his speed.
"Mhmmm, yes," you coo as he forces your delicate walls apart.
Alfie didn't forget. He slipped a hand around and grasped your throat, squeezing just how you like.
You feel the blood rushing all over your body, pumping in all the right places. Your breathing is lightly hindered and falling in rhythm with Alfie pounding you, you orgasm.
"Fuckin' hell, that's it cum all over my cock. Good girl, clench around it. Fuck!" Alfie was not a quiet man, he shouted this into the room.
It amazed you that no one heard, at least that's what you thought. It didn't matter. All that was important is that you and Alfie were enjoying yourselves.
After your dress was back down, and Alfie's trousers back up, he patted you on the bottom.
"There's a good girl. Back to work, yeah?"
You giggle and gladly return to finish up your work. He'd take you to dinner as always, afterwards.
#tom hardy#tom hardy fanfiction#tom hardy fanfic#tom hardy fan fic#tom hardy smut#alfie solomons#alfie solomons smut
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Tag Game Wednesday
Thank you @juliakayyy @jrooc and @skylerwinchester for tagging me. <3
Name: sam.
Age: older than cam, younger than noel—that perfect sweet spot.
star sign: capricorn.
your first language: english.
second language: the education system (and my parents) failed me. i can kinda read latin, i guess.
favourite lip product: blistex or maybelline baby lips.
the best food dish you can make without a recipe: sicilian meatloaf or this bacon-wrapped chicken breast dish with cream cheese filling.
If you drink tea, what kind? black tea with a bit of honey.
If you drink coffee, what roast do you usually get? medium.
favourite thing to watch on youtube right now: nothing? tho i do use it to play the lord of the rings trilogy soundtrack or best of hans zimmer when i’m working. 🤓
favourite thing to watch on youtube in 2012: guns n’ roses music videos probably lol.
favourite item of clothing right now: since starting to work from home, definitely my mint green sweatpants and fuzzy slippers.
favourite item of clothing in 2012: based on my pictures from that year i wore this electric yellow tank top A LOT.
[please enjoy the super grainy quality and raging phallic energy]
fandom
three movies you recommend: life as a house, gladiator, the girl with the dragon tattoo (original swedish version with subtitles).
your favourite concert: i’m gonna cheat and say warped tour 2004.
have you ever unfollowed someone over a fandom opinion? lmaooooo the great mickey crop top controversy of 2019 (yes).
have you ever left a fandom because of the fans? i’ve only really been involved in the shameless fandom, but hearing about the fans in other fandoms (e.g., ofmd) has discouraged me from trying to get involved in them.
the best tv show you watched last year: daisy jones and the six, interview with the vampire, ted lasso.
do you have a fancasting you just can’t let go of? would loved to have seen tom hardy as james bond and would still love to see cam in a live-action hercules.
a ship you’ve abandoned: well this is before i knew what “shipping” was, but kate and sawyer on lost (he deserved better—and got it).
on a scale of 1-10 how willing are you to share your ao3 history? “ok, but just let me explain…”
do you have a fandom tattoo? (do you want one?) no, and if i got anything i would want it to be very subtle. i’ve thought about getting a serif dash on my left middle finger…
what fandom do you wish was bigger? i don’t really wish the shameless fandom was bigger, but i do wish the fic writing community was as big as it was a few years ago.
has a finale ever ruined a show for you? how i met your mother. absolute trash ending.
have you…
swam in an ocean? yes! and scuba certified. i did underwater archaeology for a few years. ever been vegan/vegetarian? no. gone skinny dipping? once. gone skiing? yes, but not since high school. been to a convention? only the boring academic kind.
Tagging @astaraels @crossmydna @deathclassic @darlingian @ian-galagher @krysmiss @lonelygallavich @palepinkgoat @sickness-health-all-that-shit @transmickey @heymrspatel @stocious @callivich @gallawitchxx <333
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THOUGHTS on Furiosa: A Mad Max Saga
I'll start with two statements regarding Anya Taylor Joy's casting and go from there.
I like her (I know some don't).
I agree she doesn't look like Charlize Theron (and we all know Charlize realized Furiosa as much as Miller did).
BUT a thing that struck me as soon as I heard she was cast was that she had that ethereal vibe of the Five (when I first saw them, the word 'mermaids' wouldn't leave my mind). I could see Anya playing a 'wife', which works with a backstory, I don't think any fan would like to watch play out on the screen...
Now let's try not to be too skeptical: she's tall like Furiosa, there's the probability she was more feminine as a girl living in a feminine world the Green Place of Many Mothers, she didn't need to be as muscular in her youth so she wasn't, etc.
Now. The trailer didn't manage to completely sell me the idea of Anya as Furiosa, but it eased some of my nerves. THE EYES! I saw a troll post on redit literally the day before the trailer dropped with close-ups of Theron and Joy (brown-eyed) captured "Furiosa eye color change?"
I've read the meta, I knew the eyes were carefully retouched in Fury Road in post-production, so I had hope. And seeing Anya's eyes in the trailer, I thought to myself, 'This is THE death stare. This is Furiosa'. And when she screamed all disheveled, I liked that part best. The one with her face covered, making the V8 symbol - second best.
I liked that she was shooting, I liked that cropped-out-seconds-rising-the-tension-rising-the-momentum Gorge Miller magic, I liked how over the top Lord Dementus was, it worked for me. Joe looked like Joe, I believe he didn't have any lines.
I definitely didn't like that head-touch with Tom Burke's character 😕 (sorry. He seems to have a lot of fans.)
And I didn't like the opening and closing shots. Can't quite place why: the opening one seemed like I'd already watched it before, also a bit too long, and the closing felt not authentic somehow. I wish she was more muscular. She just seems fragile in the classic Furiosa outfit.
Last roll of 'complains' before I start with the excitement-inducing points:
The over-explaining in the trailer itself, the big words with the exact number of years and all (like they could've converted into days, like they do in universe) but alas I suppose that's in order to bring in a wider audience. I hope it succeeds, tho!
Is a prequel the story I wanna visit - no. I'd like a movie about the Four - rebuilding, reforming, growing (green and as people), I want Max back even as I know it isn't like him to stay, and finally I want Theron and Hardy side by side, even as I know they wouldn't haha.
All of that is so unlikely. And there are so many spectacular novel-length fics about that. Hell, one such universe has been materializing in my mind for the past year. I almost don't want a movie about what comes after.
Still, I'd prefer a movie about the after rather than the before, but that's what's happening.
But I'm a nobody. The Creator of this world has a story he'd like to share, and it is centered around one of the most incredible characters in recent history, I think we're lucky to be able to witness that.
Now, onto the real excitement!
Disclaimer: this is less coherent even than what came before it.
First of all, we're finally getting a Wasteland movie by Gorge Miller (edited by Margaret Sixel!!!)
I cannot stress this enough!
We're getting chases, and War Boys and shiny mutant-cars, and we're going to GasTown, people! To the Bullet Farm! Helloo, I'm so ready, so curious!
And we're going to the Green Place, y'all! I'm so excited about it. Like they had horses wtf? Mary Jo Bassa! Canon Vuvalini names! Traditions! Defense strategies, weapons, male Vuvalini maybe, crows, so much lore...
But I'm most excited about that Lady driver and the little girl. I'm soo ready for the stories of women in the Wasteland!
To sum up: I'm mostly hyped for the expansion of the world because I love it so much. Because we'd see another of Miller's visions.
And I trust the team behind it enough to know it won't be an unremarkable movie.
I know it won't be another Fury Road because there never will be.
I watched it way too late, and it's my dream to see it on the big screen, which wouldn't happen. So I'm grateful for a second chance to experience something like it. And I'm hoping the fandom will live again, because from my lurking I've found it to be as intricate and smart and fucking amazing as Fury Road itself is, and I'd like to be a part of it this time around :')
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Part 18: The Witch of Camden Town
Alfie Solomon's X Jovonka(FemOC)
A/N: Hello everyone and I am once again back with another new chapter that's right it's part 18 of my Alfie story. I somewhat had a hard time again in were to end this chapter ending but I am happy to announce that it was an accomplishment but a very devastating one for the most part. I really hope in the end it makes you guys feel a bit of some hope and want to see what will happen next. And yes I got very excited to include another character that I am proud to finally introduce to this series. As always guys thank you for reading and growing with me on this journey. Please as always comment, like, and reblog, it'll mean a lot for the page and I appreciate you all for the much love you have sent. And as always everyone please Enjoy!!!. I'll catch you guys again in the next post. See Ya!!!
ALFIE SOLMON'S MASTERLIST
Word Count: 4,374
WARNING 18+ ONLY!!!: Graphic Blood, Death of a Character(or maybe not???), Torture, and Some Cussing
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Camden Town
��“You were goin’ to hurt and rape her, Sabini. I did what I had to do. All because you were being a fuckin’ stupid drunk who likes to hurt innocent girls,” Alfie said, giving a serious glare back at his “friend” which Sabini found the insult unacceptable.
“Hehe, you know what I find more hilarious Solomon’s,” the Italian said, still pointing his gun, wanting to blow his face, but he held back. “All this time that we have been talking. I sent a few of my men to go catch a familiar little runaway that you know of. Don’t you worry, though I told my men to keep her clean and unharmed. How about you say hello to her right now, yea?”
“What are you talkin’ about Sabini,” Alfie said, fearing the worst was yet to come.
The Italian gangster didn’t answer him as he snapped his fingers toward Bob, making his way out of the office. A moment later, Bob came back. Alfie’s heart dropped on the floor once he saw the love of his life. Along with Isabel, Edna, and one other woman he didn’t recognize coming inside his brown-lit office.
“Alfie,” Jovonka said in a frightened voice as the man behind her holding onto her arms, setting her on her knees.
“You fuckin’ bastard! Let her go!” yelled out Alfie as he tried to reach for Sabini, but two henchmen restrained him down on his chair, as he breathed heavily through his nostrils.
“No! Now you will sit the fuck down like a good boy and watch as your sweet witch bitch gets what she deserves,” Sabini yelled back, still pointing his pistol in Alfie’s direction.
The scum Italian then stood on his feet, facing away from his fellow mate, looking at the girls in front of him.
“Before we get any further, you ladies must wonder how I knew you were in, Margate. Well, as a matter of speaking, I had a little help from someone you might know of.
Jovonka looked away, trying to not make eye contact with the man, and instead looked at Alfie. Her eyes showed him how scared she is feeling and thinking that things could get terrible. The Italian gangster knelt in front of her face. Jovonka only ignored him as best as she could.
“It’s vulgar of you to not look me in the eye, my dear. Especially now that I know you were the little shit who cast that spell on me. Just so you can protect your savior who put me in the fucking hospital for weeks, even months,” Sabini’s voice erupted, making her and the rest of the girls jump in fright.
Jovonka finally locked eyes with her captor. She has grown to hate and fear. Giving him a serious death stare, wishing she could just end his life on the spot.
“It hurt, didn’t it? To be useless for quite some time all because of your own drunkness and pathetic attempt to have your way with me,” said Jovonka in a confident reply, a small smile appeared in the corner of her mouth.
Sabini’s face turned into annoyance and anger as, in a swift gesture, slapped Jovonka across the face with the back of his left hand. Both Alfie and Isabel reacted to this as they both wanted to strangle and murder Sabini for laying a hand on her.
“You’re goin’ to fuckin’ pay for that, you piece of shit I swear to fuckin’ God!” Alfie threateningly yelled out, trying his best to struggle out of the two men restraining him back.
Jovonka let out a small groan under her breath as a faint red mark showed up on the side of her face. Sabini wrapped a hard hand around her neck, letting out a gasp for air.
“You think that was funny, eh? Well, you won’t be smiling after what I will do to you next now, will ya? Victor, my boy, would you be so kind as to hold her face down for me?” Sabini said, gesturing a finger for the man to come forward.
“No, No! Leave her alone you fuckin’ bastard! Do it to me and not her!” Alfie yelled out to the Italian mobster, ignoring his proposal as Victor now held her face out, exposing her right cheek.
Isabel looked on with horror as she tried her best to get out of the henchman’s restraints. But it was no use. Sabini then took out a sharp blade from behind his belt glistening under the semi-lit office. Ready to plunge the sharp object into the girl that got away.
“You cold-hearted wretch, punish me, not my sister,” said Isabel, giving a death stare at Sabini and making an ugly smile at her.
“You two are pathetic to want to take this thing right here, yea, in your fucking places, then her. But you’re all forgetting that every one of you had a part in all of this. So everyone should shut the hell up and stay quiet yea?!” Said Sabini pointing the blade towards the older sister and seeing a small tear streaming on the side of her right eye as he continued his speech “And you all must be wondering who knew you were in Margate. Well, then I had to take him by force if you all could recall a certain restaurant where he used to work. However, I had to encourage him to give in and tell me what I needed. But don’t fear, he is quite fine. Henry let him in.”
Once he called out to his henchman, the door of Alfie’s office opened, revealing young Novel all bruised. Jovonka’s and Isabel’s eyes grew in shock seeing the young boy alive but heavily damaged from his face.
“Novel… tell me this is not true?” Isabel questioned him. The young boy only lowered his head, feeling ashamed for putting everyone he loved and cared about in this whole situation.
“Isabel… for-forgive me I… I had no other choice,” said Novel with tears in his eyes as he looked up at Isabel and towards Jovonka.
“Ah ah boy, you’re not telling the entire truth. Young Novel here agreed to tell me about you two. Just so he could get rid of Alfie and win back the heart of the Dancing Witch and have her as his own. That’s how easily we came to you two. Isn’t that so, my dear boy?” Sabini said, placing a hand on his right shoulder, enjoying this whole encounter.
Jovonka couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Seeing her best friend whom she loved and cared about would do such a thing. Just because she fell in love with Alfie and not with him, it still wasn’t right for him to give away their hideout.
“How could you Novel have you’ve never thought about for a moment how much Alfie has done for us? Just because I didn’t give you my heart, it didn’t mean I never stop thinking about you. But you went ahead and everything away,” Jovonka said, infuriating her tears forming in her eyes, not believing how Novel would betray her, Isabel, Elena, and Alfie.
Novel only stood there with no other words to say, directing his gaze to Alfie, both of them giving each other death stares. Sabini found this entire ordeal enjoyable, seeing everyone going at each other’s throats.
“Now then, where was I before you came in? Oh, that’s right, you little rat,” said the Italian leader, pointing the sharp object in her direction. "You will not forget this little reminder of when you fuck around with someone like me.”
“Wait, Sabini, you said you were going to let us all go fre-.”
“SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH! You thought I would let you all go away that easily? Well, you are wrong now do me a favor and shut your damn mouth,” said Sabini pointing a sharp finger at the young boy while nodding his head towards Henry and another henchman of his to restrain the boy down on a wooden chair.
“NO! You fucking devil you promised!” the boy yelled, but Sabini just ignored him as he looked back at Jovonka, already eager to give her the punishment she deserved.
He then grabbed Jovonka by the neck. Victor held out her left cheek for Sabini to see. Alfie struggled once more, wanting to jump across from his desk to murder Sabini, but the two men had him in place. She felt the tip of the blade against her skin. She trembled like a leaf, expecting the worst was yet to come.
“Let’s get this pretty little face a new look, eh?” Said Sabini with an evil grin on his face until suddenly everything went by slowly and painfully.
Puncturing the blade against her skin, Sabini slowly cut deep and slow across her cheek. A few drops of red blood oozed out slowly as he continued on. From behind him, he heard Alfie hissing out “No” in anger and cursing out at the Italian mobster. Jovonka tried her hardest to not let out any whimpers, but it was no use. She screamed in pain, feeling the sharp cut of the blade puncturing deep against her skin. Novel’s anger grew uncontrollably, wanting to end the monster’s life, but it was no use. Isabel and Edna looked on helplessly seeing the young girl getting cut so brutally.
“You think it’s funny now, huh? You little fucking shit,” Sabini said as he went along, cutting her other cheek without stopping for a second.
“YOU FUCKIN’ WOP! You're goin’ to fuckin’ die for this, you hear me!?” Alfie threateningly yelled at his now used to “old friend” struggling to shove away from Darby’s henchmen but they still put him down.
Screaming more in pain, Jovonka felt the now bloody blade puncturing deeper into her other cheek, feeling her thick tears streaming down her eyes, wanting this nightmare to be over. Sabini felt satisfied with his work, leaning back and seeing the once beautiful face of the dancing witch now covered in her own blood. Alfie looked on with hot, raging flames in his eyes. Seeing the love of his life being tortured in front of him. He felt his tears streaming down his cheeks as Jovonka cried her eyes out.
“Anyone else want to have a new fresh face just like hers? Hmm?,” he asked cold-heartedly, looking around the room and waiting, but nobody said anything, “that’s what I thought. Now you, my dearest friend, I have saved the best for last for you. Bring him forward, gentlemen.”
The men did what they were told, bringing forward Alfie by his arms. He then sat on his knees against the hard wooden floor beneath him. He focused his attention on Jovonka, seeing her sobbing, her face covered by her hands. Sabini blocked his view from her, looking up at the man he was now close to wanting to choke to him to death.
“How does it feel Solomon’s? To feel weak and vulnerable beneath my feet, hmm? I never thought that my most loyal and close friend would protect such people, especially your little bitch you fell in love with. Pathetic is what I think,” said Sabini shaking his head in disappointment, both men giving staring death stares as he continued on, “what did you even see in her? To get this far in hiding and protecting her away at your not-so-secret hideout anymore. Thinking I wouldn’t get my memories back for a long time, well, you have been wrong, my friend.”
Alfie glaringly looked up at Sabini with fury in his eyes, saying nothing. From behind, Jovonka slowly sat up on her knees, seeing both hands now covered in her own blood. She reached in front of her dress, slowly taking out the small knife Alfie gave to her. Without a moment to lose, she stabbed Sabini’s left arm, letting out a loud groan. Before she could stab him another time, Victor harshly grabbed her by her hair, making her tumble down hard on the floor. Alfie reacted quickly, giving Sabini a hard punch to the face, but was held back by his arms once more. The Italian wailed in pain, seeing he had now a wounded arm and a bleeding nose.
“YOU BLOODY FUCKERS!” He shrieked out placing a hand on top of his arm trying to hold some pressure on it.
Jovonka smirked at this as Alfie caught sight of her, which he also found amusing, feeling proud of his beloved.
That’s me feisty rebellious girl…
One of Sabini’s men helped their boss remove his coat from him, trying to be careful as much as they could. Once it was off the spot where Jovonka stabbed Darby was visible to see.
“Not so sharp looking now, eh, Sabini?” Said Alfie between a chuckle. Jovonka gave off a small smile for what she did to the Italian devil.
Darby groans out in pain, deathly staring at Alfie and then toward the witch dancer. Having a mischievous smirk on her face finding the whole situation funny. He inhaled a sharp breath of air Henry then came to his aid gently applying a white bandage around Sabini’s arm. He shrugged him off completely away as he straightened himself, trying to look his best.
“So this all seems like a joke to you both, eh? But all of you won’t have the last laugh once you’ll witness what will happen to you Solomon’s. And it will be quite the show. Novel, come forward,” said Sabini, gesturing his hand towards the young boy being released from the henchman.
Novel slowly walked forward, his head hunched down, looking at the wooden ground. Until he was beside the Italian, awaiting what was yet to come. Jovonka’s face became uneasy while watching her friend standing in front of Alfie.
“Do what you have to do boy I don’t care how knowing this is something personal for you. But this man yea is beneath your feet now. Be quick about it,” said Sabini, making his way toward Alfie’s chair behind his desk.
Novel said little until he made eye contact with the Jewish gangster, that’s when he knew what he wanted to do.
“You took us in and gave us everything we could ask for, but you took away what I really cared so much and loved. Jovonka shouldn’t have chosen you, but she went along to do so. But now I’ll make you feel that pain,” the young boy said while from behind Jovonka look on with fear, holding back a breath and trying to understand why was he doing this.
Victor handed the boy a steel crowbar while Sabini leaned back against the chair with a big devil grin on his face. Novel had the tool between his hands. His eyes locked once again toward Alfie.
“Novel, why are you doing this?” Jovonka questioned her friend, but he didn’t listen to her while he tighten his grip on the crowbar.
Alfie locked his eyes on his beloved soulmate, seeing the fear and tears in her eyes.
This is all wrong… this can’t be happening…
Jovonka tried to break away from the Sabini’s henchmen but she failed at every attempt.
“Novel, stop, please. Have you gone mad? Please,” she cried out, feeling her burning cheeks as her tears streamed down her face.
Novel blocked her voice away as he stared down at the Jewish gangster, ready to strike down at the man that took every opportunity away from him. Without saying another word, he lifted the crowbar over his right shoulder, feeling like everything was going in slow motion. Novel hit the older man’s left side of his face, tumbling down hard on the floor. Jovonka cried out, seeing him unconscious, groaning out in pain as he tried to get up, but he couldn’t. The boy then hit once again, but from behind his back, Alfie let out another loud growl Novel hit slow hit after another, hearing some bones crack while Jovonka cried for her friend to stop his rampage.
“NOVEL STOP! You're going to kill him, please just stop,” she wailed out, but the boy was stopping for one bit.
The young lad stopped for a moment and heaved in and out for breath while a now injured Alfie layout on the floor. He mumbled some audible words that couldn’t hear clearly. His face tilted slowly in Jovonka’s direction. The left side of his face showed an ugly big red scar while his eye covered in blood.
“Jo-Jovon-ka…,” he mumbly said, his mouth dripping with his own blood and spit, slowly reaching a weak hand towards her.
Suddenly Novel hit his face with his foot, blood splattered onto the wooden floor.
“I think he understands your message, my boy. I’ll take care of him from here now,” Sabini said slowly, sitting up on his feet, feeling the side of his arm burn but trying to ignore it.
Making his way around the desk, he walked his way beside Alfie, looking down at the helpless big gangster that people of Camden Town once feared. But now he lay injured, covered by his own blood, which brought a smile upon Sabini’s face.
“Do you feel useless now, Solomon’s? Seeing yourself lying here in your own failure knowing thinking you can get away so easily,” he said menacingly placing one of his feet above his chest and letting out a small chuckle, “Don’t you worry my friend, I’ll take very good care of your little whore. After I make her suffer slowly with my bare hands, just like you went through.”
Alfie tried to say something until everything went black before his eyes. Sabini gave him another blow on Alfie’s face, knocking him out cold. His body lay lifeless as Jovonka let out a painful wail.
“NO. ALFIE!” she yelled out. Victor let her go free as she knelt down beside him, hugging him tightly around her arms and letting out more tears.
Alfie… oh my love… no, no…
“Alright then boys, let’s go. I have had enough of this place. Take them all away and dispose of the body. I don’t care how you do it, but get rid of his corpse, yea?” Sabini commanded his henchmen nodded their heads and said “yes sir” in unison.
They led away Isabel and Edna from the office room, struggling and screaming for them to let them go. Jovonka still held onto Alfie for dear life, not wanting to let go in a heartbeat. Sabini was not having it until he snapped his fingers at Victor, gesturing him to take her away.
“Alfie, no, don’t leave me, please. I love you, my darling,” she whimpered until she felt a large hand grabbing her tightly by her hair as they escorted her out of the office, letting out wailing screams of pain.
Outside of the dark chilly night, awaited 4 black vehicles awaited waiting for their boss to come. Edna, Isabel, and Jovonka were then aggressively shoved inside one car. Ollie was instead taken away towards the side of the rum distillery, frightened by what was going to be done to him. Two of Sabini’s men were now carrying out Alfie’s lifeless body as they put him inside the other black car. A loud gunshot was heard in the air, making the women yelp as the two henchmen reappeared from the side of the building. But Ollie was nowhere to be seen until Jovonka realized what they had done to the poor young secretary.
Oh no…. not Ollie…
Before Sabini got inside the car, he then nodded his head to Henry and two other of his men. They obeyed their bosses’ gestures as they made their way inside the distillery once again. Isabel, Jovonka, and Edna sat inside the dark vehicle in silence. Shivers ran down Jovonka’s body, recollecting what she had witnessed with her own eyes. Seeing Alfie brutally getting hit and kicked in front of her presence. She felt like half of herself within Alfie was crushing ever so slowly. Seeing her entire world in her presence felt like dying leaves in autumn. Sabini lit another brown cigar between his mouth, letting out a long, smokey cloud. They escorted Novel to the first black car in front of the others, being put in the back of the car with his wrists. Suddenly, a cloud of dark smoke smelled in the air. As the two henchmen reappeared from the building as flames rose from inside the distillery. Jovonka looked on in shock, seeing what once been Alfie’s empire now fell down into ashes. The orange flames consumed every part of the building. Sabini then took another drag from his brown roll, mesmerized at the work he has created.
“Alright then boys, let’s get out of here,” he then said as he got inside the back of the black car, feeling no remorse.
As all the vehicles followed one leader to the other, Jovonka looked back at Alfie’s distillery. Wondering where they were taking her, Isabel, and Edna too, as her heart pumped ever so uncontrollably. In the far distance, she saw one car driving in the opposite direction, where the lifeless body of Alfie was driven away from each other. Jovonka shed a bit more tears, feeling the soul of his loved one no longer close to hers and what was only left behind was emptiness and sadness.
Oh my Alfie… I can’t believe you are gone…
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The Next Morning
The long boat was making its way through the quiet river path as the warm sunrise rose above the skies. It filled a good deal of endless storage brown boxes and other goods throughout the boat. But a very particular item in between the other stocks was making its way to a familiar place where no one even dared to step a foot. A little farther up on the river, heavy clinking of hammers was heard in the air. Working men here and there did their duties like any other normal day. Gray smoke rose in mid-air as the smell of steel and rust mixed with each other.
“Charlie, we already packed the last few storages that came by boat, Are there still any more drivers that we should know of?” said one man his face filled with black stain marks on his face while he had his paperwork in his hands.
“No, that is all the stocks that we need for the moment, but we will be gettin’ more than soon as we get word again. You and your men should head on home. You all have done enough today,” said Charlie, taking a long drag from his white roll seeing at the piece of paper, seeing that everything looks clear.
“Charlie, Charlie,” called out another man with a dirty-looking black hat trying to catch his breath until a moment later he talked clearer, “You… you have to come and see this. You won’t believe what we found in this long boat.”
“What do you mean, Curly? Don’ start with sayin’ such nonsense. I have no time for this,” said Charlie, releasing an inaudible sigh.
“No, but you must, it’s somethin’ you won’ believe if you come see it yourself, man. Just come hurry,” said Curly back, gesturing a hand towards the other man to follow him.
Everyone made their way towards where Curly was directing them as they reached the bank of the river. There were a couple of men surrounding the boat. Charlie felt a bit confused to what was is all the fuss was about. Someone within the crowd came up to the trio with a light brown cap and a nice-looking suit.
“Charlie, you won’ believe wha’ we found in this boat. I couldn’ believe it meself either,” said the man in the cap with a thick Irish-like accent.
“What are you goin’ on about? Curly said the same thing and now you to Johnny Dog and yes, please show me what the hell you all want to show me,” Charlie said with a bit of frustration in his tone as he followed the man right behind.
As the other gentlemen made room for them to pass, Charlie saw what was everyone talking about. Inside the boat, there was a white sheet that looked to be in a shape of a human body with a few blood stains. Charlie, with a bit of bravery, step foot inside the boat, reaching a hand towards the peculiar item. He slowly unveiled the top of the sheet, revealing what looked to be a bearded man with half his face all beat up. While it showed a blood spot on top of his head, the man with a brown light cap recognized the man instantly.
“By God, that is Alfie fuckin’ Solomon’s,” said Johnny Dog. His eyes grew wide with fright but yet confused at seeing the man from Camden Town be here, of all places.
There was a sudden wheezing sound coming out from Alfie’s mouth, freaking some men out as they took a step back.
“Fuckin’ hell he still alive this man,” said Charlie, crouching down next to the Jewish gangster placing two fingers on the side of his stiff neck, feeling a faint pulse.
“Wha’ should we do with him?” Curly nervously asked, feeling unsure about helping a man that was clearly an enemy to them.
“Well, I know you lads will not like this as much. I don’ either. But we should take him straigh’ to Warwickshire,” said Johnny Dog, not liking where this whole situation was going.
“You mean… no you’re havin’ a laugh aren’t you Johnny?” Said Charlie looking up at the man hoping that he was not serious about what he was saying.
“No, I am not lads. But right now, let’s not waste any more time. We need to take him to the Arrow House. Come on, then hoist him up slowly,” said Johnny Dog, gesturing to some men to help them with Alfie.
I know Thomas is not goin’ to like this… not for one bit…
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Healing
Summary: Tom is back to boxing, and you are not very sure about it
Pairing: Tom Hardy x Reader
Words: 758
Warnings: Sex (p in v), oral (m to f), some roughness (hair pulling and stuff!) Language
A/N: As usual, I'm really sorry about all the spelling mistakes, as english is not my main language. And I realize I have a thing about this man putting me against a wall.
Title: Healing
You open his robe quietly. His eyes are on yours, following every move, every blink. You place your hands softly on his fury chest, and trace a path up to his shoulders, following to his arms, taking the robe down as you do so. His breathing is heavy but he's calm. At least that's what he looks like. You meet his gaze with your eyes. His gorgeous face is rosy, and his left cheekbone is somewhat swollen. Your fingertips caress the skin so gently that you don't even think you're touching it.
"It doesn't hurt", he whispers, his voice so deep that echoes shakes through your body.
You let your arms fall to your sides and look into his eyes. The room is so silent you can even hear some car starting his engine down the street.
"Your hand it's not ok. I'll help you take a bath. Take off your pants", you say breaking the eye contact, ". You turn on the water in the bathtub. He's completely naked when you turn around. His hairy chest goes up and down as he fills his lungs with air. His tummy is firm as a rock, and in between his massive thighs his manhood waits, hard under a silken cloak.
"I know you're doing what you love. It's just... I hate to see you in pain", you murmur, your voice breaking.
"I'm not in pain", he answers immediately, closing the space between you and him.
"Yes you are! Look at this..." you touch the drop of blood that drips from his eyebrow. "Jiu jitsu was one thing, but boxing... I can't..." You feel tears coming up so you close your eyes. You don't want to cry. You feel his hands on the sides of your neck, while his thumbs caress your cheeks. Your eyes are still close. "I'm not in pain...", he whispers again, this time over your mouth, and lifts you face. "Look at me", he commands. "I know how you feel". His hands goes from your neck to your shoulders, sliding the straps of your light summer dress. His fingers caress your nipples as he lets out a satisfied groan. He is down on his knees when he pulls down your panties, his hands run up your thighs, forcing you to spread them apart, and his tongue assaults your clit in one motion. Your hands goes through his already messy hair, still wet with the sweat from the fight.
He licks and kisses mercilessly, as if he had been holding back until that moment. "Tom…" you moan his name as he pulls one of your legs up onto his shoulder. You feel his thirst, his need, his desire to say everything without words. His tongue rolls around in your wetness, licks his lips and starts again in an endless swing. You arch your spine against the tiles as your body starts to tremble and an intense orgasm crosses throught your whole body.
Maybe it was the intense plasure of your recent orgasm, or maybe it was the adrenaline contained in both of you, but something feels different. He stands up and grabs your hair, forcing you to face the tiled wall. He spread your legs from behind with his knee, and pulls your hair again. You throw your head back, and while his other hand tightens on your throat he enters in your body with a single thrust. "Tell me what you want...", he moans in your ear. You are unable to form a single thought and just gasp, leting all the air in your lungs out of your mouth. He moves hard and fast, and you concentrate in the sound of his body slamming against yours. Skin to skin, the sweat of both mixed with the steam of the warm water that fills the bathtub. He stops moving and slaps your butt so hard that you feel your skin in flames immediately. "Fuck yourself on my cock", he orders. You arch your back and open your legs a little bit more, and you start moving at the same pase he was before.
"You wanna know what I think while I'm fighting up there?", he growls as he leans closer to you, placing both hands at your sides on the tile wall. You keep moving like your life depends on it. "No, shut up", you answer. He chuckles and lowers one of his hands between your legs, caressing your clitoris in a perfect mix of softness and desperation. "I think that the other man on the ringside wants to fuck you"... His whole body is against your back, his fingers moving on your humidity, your orgasm so close that your moves are erratic. "So... yes... believe you me. I am fine up there. The one who's in danger is the other one"
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Heads up on fan fic requests, I will take them but there’ll be some time before I can write/post so a bit of a hiatus from writing. Adulting is a lot and summer months I’m off so more free, but just a heads up. Thank you for anyone that reads my work and thank you for understanding, too!
My ask and messages are always open. Thank you!
#personal#fan fic#fan fiction#Tom hardy#the main one I write for but I can also write for anyone you see me post or reblog#but only characters#I don’t write on their IRL personas
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TH Characters as Writers
TH Masterlist
Tag list: @buttercup32sstuff @potter-solomons @zablife @ilovemanypeople @vir-tual @liliac-dreamer @alikaheroes
I was inspired by @hecatemoon87‘s TH Characters as series and oddly, in particular, her Tom Hardy characters as vampires post. So... let’s just say some writers have a side they keep hidden.
Now, I might one day write individual little pieces for each of these or perhaps a whole fic (because we all know I struggle with doing one-shots). However, for now, this is what I came up with.
James Delaney ‘The Devil in the Shadows’
Genres: Mysticism & Horror
Possessing a taste for cruelty and rumoured to be a vampire, James has everyone (publishers, agents, fans) quaking in their boots. The fact he seems to know an awful lot about what’s generally seen as ‘savage’ and ‘dark magick’ only feeds his image in the public eye.
His writing style is reminiscent of Edgar Allan Poe and the dark Gothic genre, the stories often set in the shadows of the Victorian era. They feel so life-like you’d think he’d actually experienced his own stories, but surely he’s just done a lot of research and done it very well.
Right?
James is very closed off from the public and strays away from social media. Any account on Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, or whatever other platform claiming to be him is fake. The only person he ‘talks’ (in his own way) to and occasionally gets him out of the house is his neighbour. She’s his proofreader and grateful for him escorting her to and from work (she’s supporting herself by working a waitress and singer on Friday nights), but the relationship remains difficult because she can’t get a read on him. He supports her small business and often can be found in her vicinity.
If you saw the both of them and read between the lines of his novel Taboo, you’d notice the female protagonist is eerily similar to her while the character’s counterpart resembles him.
Alfie Solomons ‘The Secret Romantic’
Genre: Romance
Alfie works under the pen name Edna Spector to prevent the men working at his bakery from finding out about his hidden side. The only one who knows the real face behind the name on the covers is a young female barista who works at a café he’s fond of, close to his bakery. It’s also with her he exchanges books and sometimes goes bookshop hopping. Totally not dating her, no, not at all.
Or are they?
Though he might not show it and the novels by other writers are carefully stowed away in his home, but Alfie is an absolute sucker for bakery love stories. So it’s no wonder the majority of his are exactly what he loves and they tend to have a very smutty side. No one’s complaining, though.
Reggie & Ron Kray ‘The Twin Menaces’
Genres: True crime & biography
The Kray twins are among the most famous (or, rather, infamous) co-authors in the publishing industry. They’ve made good money with their biography and now also write books to offer an insight into England’s underworld. It’s rumoured Ron still partakes in what goes on in the shadows, but Reggie claims they’ve both gone fully legal.
Eames ‘The Gentleman’
Genres: Dystopia & Sci-fi
No one but his publishing house and agent know his true identity. Described as Loki incarnate, Eames is THE gentleman among British writers. While his charm has influenced the acceptance of his manuscripts, it’s still mostly his natural talent for the pen that’s made him come this far.
Underlined by realism, Eames’s stories take place in a more dystopian version of our world and explores the possibilities of technology. His debut novel, Inception, is still a bestseller to this day.
Eddie Brock ‘The Vigilante’
Genre: Non-Fiction
Eddie is a journalist gone author who writes about current affairs. More often than not, his books border on true crime and have led to the downfall of some powerful people and companies. Therefore, it isn’t surprising each new release causes at least some controversy and leads to a heated debate.
He has the odd tendency to talk to himself, but most people write it off as a ‘writer thing’ and think he’s simply thinking out loud or talking through scenarios for his book.
A little known fact about Eddie is that he’s secretly a fan of fluffy romance and especially Edna Spector’s. As soon as a new book by the author is up for pre-order, he’s one of the first to place an order. Now, he could do it himself, using his laptop. However, Eddie visits the independently run bookshop he frequents to support its owner (on who he secretly has a crush). It’s also here where he can often be found working on a new book, sitting in the romance section, or, if it’s Monday, helping out with the weekly shipment.
Leo Demidov ‘The Brooding Lion’
Genre: Thriller
Leo is an ex-KGB agent who uses his own experiences for his detective/spy series, which is set in the country he once called home. After losing his wife to the Russian regime, the widower fled from Russia. The decision was also in part due to his unwillingness to partake in the war with Ukraine.
The British stiff upper lip is easier to break through than the walls Leo has erected around himself. The only person or, rather, thing who knows him best is his keyboard. Sounds strange, but he bought one that’s like a typewriter since it reminds him of his grandfather’s typewriter he used to use to write letters. Although, perhaps there’s one person he occasionally shows what lies beneath the cold and distant attitude: his agent. And she’s known him long enough to pick up on the hidden hints of distress between the lines of his stories.
He has co-written a book with the Kray Twins about the ties between Russia, the Russian underworld and the English criminal underbelly.
Bob Saginowski ‘The Storyteller’
Genre: Urban fantasy
Bob bases his stories on what happens during his shifts at the pub he works at as a barman. To think of it, it was only a matter of time before he’d turn to writing because he certainly has the classic ‘writer personality’. He’s a bit of a dreamer, shy, and quiet. However, he tends to be chatty when he drops by his favourite café for breakfast after a late-night shift or is hungover. Although, it should be noted he’s only like that when a particular girl is at work. She’s the only person he’s fond of in a way he’s never been of anyone else and it leaves him puzzled. All that he knows is that he enjoys her company and values her feedback. Also, in his words, she smells nice. Really, really nice.
His most popular book is about Tom, a werewolf barman who saves the girl he has a crush on from a Victorian vampire. It’s rumoured a spin-off is in the works focusing on the relationship between the two.
By the way, has anyone else noticed he isn’t on duty when there’s a full moon?
Forrest Bondurant ‘The Writing Husband’
Genre: Adventure
Forrest isn’t good with words, that is, when it comes to talking. However, on the page, he has a natural flow in which each word is chosen with purpose. So it seems anyways, but if you’d ask him about his style and vocabulary choices you’ll get nothing more than a shrug and a “I write, that’s all there is to it.”
His main inspirations are Defoe’s Robin Crusoe, Henri Charriére’s Papillon and Joseph Conrad’s Heart of Darkness (also a source of inspiration for James Delaney). Henceforth, his protagonists often find themselves out in the wild with all the dangers it accompanies. Moreover, and only his wife knows how unashamed he is in this, he loves the Indiana Jones, Assassin’s Creed and Uncharted franchises so there’s often the hunt for some lost artefact in his tales. Also, yes, he loves video games. He might not be good at them, but nothing beats a night filled with beer and gaming (preferably with his wife).
Two little treasures I found;
#Tom Hardy#Facepuller#Alfie Solomons#Eddie Brock#Reggie Kray#James Delaney#Eames#Forrest Bondurant#Ron Kray#Bob Saginowski#Leo Demidov
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