#tom hardy smut
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❝PUSHING THE LIMITS.❞
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summary: eddie might fuck you good, but venom pushes your limits.
warnings: SMUT SMUT SMUT, nasty ass smut, surprised-myself-while-writing-it kind of smut, sorta dubcon towards the end, oral sex f and m receiving, sticky tendrils and tentacles and appendages and such, bondage using v's tendrils, hair pulling, spanking, double penetration, eddie spitting in reader's mouth, eddie slaps reader's cheek a lil bit in the beginning, overstimulation central, names like "good girl", "sweet angel", "sweet girl", "beautiful girl"... don't wanna hype myself up too much, but i think y'all are gonna be eating good while reading this one. monsterfucking. i am definitely not getting into heaven, so make my sacrifice worth it and grab some popcorn!
word count: 2k
a/n: if you've ever wanted me to write a sequel for fics like "take the reins" and "don't pretend", this is for you. i can't believe this is my official return to fic writing LMAO, but we're pretending like i never left! (yes i know i posted my last fic in april.) i hope you enjoy, please give me some feedback for this one!
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“Gooooood fuckin’ girl.”
You struggled to hide your wince as Eddie harshly slapped your cheek again: you were on your knees, your face raised to look at him as he knelt over you, directing your face in whatever way he wanted it to go. Some parts sweet, some parts rough - whether it was pulling your hair until your cunt twinged with need, or spitting in your mouth when it got too dry for him to fuck, or how fucking good his cock felt when it was shoved into your mouth, you took all of it enthusiastically.
You hadn’t heard Venom’s commentary in a while, but at least Eddie seemed to be enjoying himself.
“That’s great, honey,” Eddie gasped as he slipped the tip of his cock in your mouth again: you sucked on it dutifully, slathering your spit over his already glistening length, but throughout all of it, your eyes were locked on his face.
He was almost out of breath just from watching you. “Jeez, that’s fuckin’ nasty…”
Overachieving, you responded by taking his whole length into your mouth until the tip of his cock slammed into your uvula and you were forced to gag.
You meant to stay there, but Eddie’s hand was buried in your hair very suddenly, tugging you backward: he evidently hadn’t been expecting that.
“Easy, honey,” he told you. “It’s not every day I got a girl jumping all over me, y’know.”
You sat back on the bed and stuck out your tongue for him, grinning widely. “Sorry.”
Inside his head, Venom scoffed.
PUSSY.
“N-no, don’t be sorry for anything,” Eddie managed to say to you as he allowed his cock into your mouth again, determined to keep Venom at bay inside his thoughts. “Feels so fucking good, just like that…”
Sucking him off until he came had to be the plan, you figured, so you kept going, keeping your tongue flat along his length as he fucked your mouth. His cock was so goddamn thick, and your tongue kept brushing along a prominent vein as you went. The best part was his hand, firm in your hair, ensuring he was using you in whatever way he wanted.
Meanwhile, Venom’s voice was a reassuring purr in Eddie’s ear.
SHE LOOKS SO GOOD LIKE THIS, EDDIE.
So it came as a bit of a surprise when Eddie decided he wanted to move: he was off of you in an instant, but he was grabbing your leg, indicating he wanted you to move with him.
His voice was soft, almost sweet, keeping you wet. “Up, honey, c’mon.”
Breathless, your heart pounding now that there wasn’t a hand in your hair anymore, you got off your knees and, following his direction, rolled over on the bed.
“Shit,” Eddie commented appreciatively, just before he spanked you harshly. “Pop that up for me, honey.”
Grinning sheepishly, you buried your face in the pillow and lifted your stinging ass in the air for him.
“Fuck,” he gasped as the palm of his hand brushed over your pussy - yeah, you already knew you were dripping, and the humiliation of it made you flush. “You always get this wet just having a dick in your mouth?”
“It’s just you,” you mumbled weakly, which earned your another spank.
“Just me, huh?” Eddie replied, mockingly, making your face burn. “Not V? You’re telling me this pretty pussy’s dripping just because of me?”
You opened your mouth to respond, but he’d spanked you directly on your pussy this time, making you moan weakly.
“Fuck,” you gasped, burying your face in the pillows. You had a feeling that Venom would’ve teased you endlessly if you moaned for him, and you weren’t sure if you could handle it when your pussy was already this wet, but God, you’d never been more tempted.
Inside his head, Venom was sounding impressed, but he hadn’t revealed himself yet.
KEEP GOING, EDDIE. YOU WILL BREAK HER.
Keeping your head in the pillow, you spread your legs wider for him, trying to expose as much of your pussy as you could. Spurred on by Venom’s praise, Eddie grinned.
“Fucking glistening,” he laughed, running a finger delicately along your drenched pussy, sending sensitive nerves haywire. “What a pussy. I mean, Jesus…”
He leaned forward to press a gentle kiss to your damp inner thigh, and that simple, two-second touch had your mind speeding out of control with obscenities. No doubt about it, spreading your holes like this turned you on: you could feel your slick running down your inner thighs, and if your brain wasn’t jammed, you would’ve been begging for Eddie for Venom to come out, to finally fuck you.
Breathless with anticipation, you grabbed a fistful of pillows instead and waited patiently, keeping still.
Inside his head, Venom was chomping at the bit, too.
WHEN WILL YOU LET ME OUT, EDDIE?
Just give me a few more minutes, Eddie’s thoughts responded, a bit urgently.
He opted to pretend as though nothing had happened, keeping his control over you.
“Spread your legs more, baby. I want to see how turned on I made you.”
Moaning weakly, you did as he said, spreading your legs to reveal your glistening wet mess of a pussy: you had yet to touch yourself, or do anything to stop the spread of heat in your most sensitive spot, but you felt like if he didn’t touch you soon, you were going to go into cardiac arrest.
You closed your eyes and listen to him move closer.
Eddie’s hands were warm around your thighs, and you could feel him kiss both of your inner thighs - dear god, he’s about to kill you - before he kissed your clit, enveloping it with warmth.
Everywhere. Oh God.
You gasped weakly. “Oh, Eddie��”
Again, Venom’s voice was a reassuring purr in Eddie’s ear.
YOU ARE UNRAVELLING HER, EDDIE. KEEP GOING.
“That feel good?” he whispered, kissing you softly again.
Well, fucking obviously: you were clutching the pillows above you with all your might, doing your best not to squirm in pleasure. “Eddie, please…”
You were so fucked out you couldn’t finish that sentence, but Eddie knew what it meant, and Venom did too.
LET ME OUT, EDDIE. YOU KNOW SHE WANTS IT.
“You need V, honey?” Eddie whispered from between your legs: he sensed from the growing warmth in his abdomen that he wouldn’t have control over his body for much longer, so he was determined to savour it for as long as he could.
You nodded weakly, flushed with pleasure - Eddie’s tongue may have been a natural, non-monstrous length, but it was pressed to your clit nonetheless, and it would’ve made anybody come after long enough. “Give him to me.”
That did it: Venom came out with a flourish, enveloping Eddie’s body entirely in black goo until he wasn’t Eddie anymore, but tendrilled and sticky and terrifying and one hundred percent Venom.
You almost came at the sight of him. “Oh, V…”
Venom’s tongue protruded from his mouth, licking clean his impressive row of fangs. His milky white eyes might’ve caused others to cower, but you stared directly into them, breathless. It was fascinating, really, how quickly Eddie had disappeared.
Venom’s voice was a deep purr, deeper than anything you’d ever heard.
DID YOU MISS ME, SWEET ANGEL?
“I did, V,” you gasped as a glittering black tendril snuck up your leg, “God, I - I want you so bad.”
Venom cocked his head to the side, watching you intently, like a predator watching its prey.
I TELL EDDIE THAT ALL THE TIME.
You gasped as the appendage finally breached your cunt, pulsating and sticky, giving you exactly the feeling of fullness you wanted. “Oh, Venom…”
The pillow you were clinging onto was gone in a second, replaced by two tendrils pinning your arms onto the bed. Before you knew it, two other tentacles were wrapping around your ankles, fully restricting your ability to move, and there you were, trapped on the bed as Venom was leering above you, his cock sliding in and out of you.
His pace was relatively slow, but you soaked up every pulsing inch succeeded inside of you, and every now and again, he’d make the tendril twist, bringing you closer to the edge every time.
I DON’T EVER THINK I’VE SEEN YOU THIS WET, SWEET ANGEL.
I don’t think I’ve ever been this wet, your thoughts responded incredulously, but all that came out was a choked, “Ngh!”
You were coming, you knew it, and it still hit you like a fucking freight train: the orgasm rushed through you as blood thundered to your brain, euphoria crashing over you at maximum intensity. Everything welling up inside of you just burst, and nothing had ever been so lovely.
You went deaf for a moment as the only thing you could hear was your heart absolutely pounding and the shrill ringing in your ears, but you knew you were gasping for breath, completely overtaken by this orgasm. You’d never tell Eddie, but it was Venom who knew how to pull orgasms from you like this, and only Venom, his glittering black cock absolutely destroying you from the inside out.
Of course, it was then Venom suddenly decided to slam his cock into you at full force, overstimulating you beautifully.
The confidence in his voice never wavered.
I KNOW YOU CAN TAKE IT, BEAUTIFUL GIRL. I HAVE SEEN YOU TAKE IT.
“Oh, Venom,” you were gasping over and over, but you couldn’t fully hear yourself over the ringing in your ears and the sounds of Venom’s glittering black tendril sliding in and out of your drenched, abused pussy, filling you up to the maximum. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”
He did the pulsating, twisting thing inside of you once again, and your eyes nearly rolled back into your head: when he was pinning you down like this, you had nothing to hold onto, it was just you, the cock inside of you, and the threat of this monstrous creature swallowing you whole. “Oh my god, Venom!”
HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT EDDIE SEEING THIS, SWEET GIRL?
“Oh, fuck, Venom…” you moaned from underneath him, incoherent now as his cock pistoned in and out of you. You were blathering, but the message was clear: don’t fucking stop!
Venom was smug, now.
HOW DO YOU FEEL KNOWING I CAN TAKE YOU BETTER THAN EDDIE EVER COULD?
“You’re better than Eddie,” you mumbled incoherently as Venom ramped up speed, “Loads better than Eddie, I just - oh fuck - holy shit, V, keep going!”
WILL YOU COME FOR ME, SWEET ANGEL?
Yes, I will, your thoughts responded immediately, but actions spoke louder than words: your second orgasm ripped through you as your legs shook, you were pushed to the point of insanity. This one really took you by surprise compared to the first, but you revelled in it, your vision flashing with white as Venom fucked into you. You could feel your body sinking into the bed despite the restraints, spent, and you almost thought it was over, but–
Venom, of course, didn’t care.
COME FOR ME AGAIN, BEAUTIFUL GIRL.
“V,” you whispered weakly, your entire body damp with sweat from your last orgasm, “I - I don’t think I can, I just came.”
Above you, Venom absolutely snarled, and his tongue slithered down to force your legs even further apart.
WHEN I SAY COME, YOU COME!
A second, bigger tendril sank into your ass this time, and you gasped: you were filled, completely and utterly filled, and God, you’d be lying if it didn’t feel so fucking wonderful.
“I - I’m gonna come,” you blathered, blinking hard as the realization set in: you were about to come faster than you’d ever come in your life. “I - I’m gonna come, V, holy - oh my god-”
The words I’m coming were lost in your throat, but it didn’t matter: in a matter of seconds, you’d came for a third time, and the euphoria this time around was still there, yet with a bitter and harsh edge. Your body was exhausted, but your pussy was drenched, and all Venom knew was to keep fucking going, so–
You were gasping, half-deaf with your vision flashing with white, trying to make peace with the reality that Venom was going to fuck you until you passed out.
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Say it Dirty - An Alfie Solomons/Reader One Shot Story.
For my babes @cillmequick and @zablife. Enjoy!
Words - 1,467
Warnings - Smut below the cut, minors DNI!
Alfie. One could never use the word tall to describe the gangster rum distiller of Camden town, but suffice to say, he is big. He takes up space. He has presence. Alfie is so wide in both physical width and the enormity of his personality, he fills whatever room he happens to be within.
Everything about Alfie is imposing. That is why you fell for him in the first place. What gets your blood tingling with desire the most, though...
“Next lad!”
Oh, that enormous voice. He doesn’t shout often, but when he does, it sends your knees to jelly.
“Next lad!”
He’s handing out the weekly wages, the precise count out of pounds, shillings and pence into a small paper envelope, handing them to each of his employees for their, ahem, “baking” endeavours. The smell of the rum within the large casks fills your nose as you walk past them down in the dingy distillery, moving past the line and entering Alfie’s office.
“Bear with me, sweetheart.” He doesn’t even need to look up from his desk to know you’ve arrived. He can smell the sweet notes of your perfume in a sea of rum and sweaty men a mile off. “Just gotta get these fellas paid, innit.”
You perch on the edge of his desk, his hand moving to stroke your thigh fleetingly. “Next lad!” God, you’ll melt off the edge of the desk if you’re not careful. “Is there a fuckin’ reason you’re gorping, boy?”
“Um, n-no, Mr. Solomons.”
Alfie lowers his spectacles, raising his eyebrows. “You seriously comin’ in here for your pay, and giving me missus the once over with your beady little eyes while you’re here, eh? Nah, son. Off you fuck, while you still have them legs to carry ya. Just know, though. If I ever see you lookin’ at her like that again, yeah, it’ll be the last fuckin’ time you have eyes, mate.”
The young man takes his wages with a stiff gulp. “S-s-sorry, Mr. Solomons.”
“Ain’t me you was lookin’ at like a slab of meat.” He folds his arms, jerking his head in your direction, a smile spreading beneath his beard. “Apology should be directed at me wife, really.”
“I apologise, Mrs. Solomons.” He’s steadier when talking to you, wringing his cap between his hands nervously all the same.
Alfie studies you, watching you nod. “Alright, fuck off outta here. Next lad!” He scurries from the office, your husband continuing to hand out each wage envelope and mark it off with a pencil strike in the ledger. With the last lad paid, he stands, moving before you.
“Now, how about I take my little turtle dove out for a bit of nosh, yeah?” Well, that’s the sole reason you came to meet him from work, after all. He goes for a quick wash and to change his shirt before you leave, yet when he returns, he finds you not quite as ready to leave as he is.
The double take at seeing you sitting atop his desk naked is priceless, eyes touring your bare curves with much interest. “My darlin’, I dunno what kind of fuckin’ restaurant you think we’re going to, right, but it ain’t the kind where the customers sit about naked.”
“Can’t help it,” you purr, pulling him close, hands smoothing over his fresh shirt. “See it’s when you raise your voice, Alfie, when you get defensive of me, too. It does things to me, that voice of yours.”
He looks quietly thrilled at that. You don’t quite know how one can raise an eyebrow with cocky intent, but Alfie nails it every time. “Yeah, that right, love? You like the sound of my voice? Why don’t you sit on my cock while I talk to you, then?”
Grasping his shirt, you pull him close. “That’s exactly what I had in mind, Alf.”
Your lips meet in a slow tempest, all heat and honey, his hands beginning to glide where his eyes have already roamed, touring your bare flesh keenly. When his mouth follows, you whimper, each kiss sinking into your skin, the soft of his beard coaxing tickles over your flesh. Hot hands adorned in cool gold knead at your thighs, fingers slipping between.
The sweet sting of him toying with your clit radiates, little pricks of pleasure trickling down your spine, puddling at those clever fingers, his teeth sharp at your neck. “Always did love my hands, didn’t ya, dove?”
You hum in appreciative response against his tongue, mouths locked, those fingers you do indeed love so much thrusting within. He opens you, pushing greedily, his raspy chuckle low and self-satisfied at each little mewl that pours from your mouth like wine, your cunt clenching around each rotation as he roots those thick digits, so inordinately deep.
“Fuck, get in the chair,” you pant, hands moving to slide his braces down, undoing his trousers. “I need to ride you. Now.”
He chuckles, his thumb rolling over your clit sending sparks to skitter wildly. “Ain’t half a demanding little mare tonight, aint’cha?”
“Yeah,” you breathe, Alfie letting his trousers and undergarments fall to pool at his ankles, sitting down in the chair and guiding you astride him. “But then I always did know what’s good for me.” Taking him, you squeeze the thick of his rigidity, pushing him to your glistening opening and dropping down until you’re full.
You can feel every inch of him pressing your soft walls, thick and heavy, his hand weaving into your hair and pulling until you arch for him, bending like a crescent moon. “Fuckin’ ‘ell, look at that body bow for me. Can’t wait to watch these pretty little tits bounce while you ride me, darlin’.”
His mouth devours you, nipples sucked and bitten, his free hand grasping your hip as you begin to roll against him, his girth sending sensations to flutter up your spine, fizzing like champagne bubbles, the hint of teeth upon the peak of your nipple sending glimmers to join them. “Ain’t even half started properly yet, and this sweet little cunt is like a fuckin’ lake. Yeah, look at you. So fucking pretty for me, ain’t ya? So pretty and sweet, split open on me.”
His words mist hot beneath your skin, rising like steam, the torrent of seductive filth unabating. “Think I could have you like this on me for hours, and I wouldn’t get tired of watching you gripping tight on my cock. And you would, wouldn’t ya? Yeah, you’d keep giving, my beautiful, cock hungry little doe.”
His thumb stretches, and it sends a rain of pleasure pelting through you when he brings it to your clit, circling, your bundle twitching against the stroke, your toes gripping on the floorboards beneath as you begin to ride him with more determination. “That’s it, sweet. Show me how much you love this cock.”
The moan seeps from your lips, sweet and slow, like thick syrup, the clasp of your cunt tight upon him, the sound of him punching into the very wet of you lewd, mixing with the slap of your arse smacking hard against his solid thighs. It’s a symphony of utter sin, his groans adding delicious baritone, your tits bouncing, his hands moving to clutch them as his tongue swipes your cleavage.
His touch has lightning forking from nerve to nerve, your ministrations greedy in desperate need to come around him, wet his cock further with the dew of your orgasm, your hands fisting tight in his hair, a shift of his hips sending him deeper into the flutter of your cunt.
You sob his name, and he pushes even deeper, so heavy and overwhelming within you. “Come on, my beautiful little darlin’. Come pretty for me on this cock.”
Oh, how you do, the pleasure burning neon through your nerves, a sky of colours painted over you as it topples you completely. The scream it pulls from you has him twitching, and he becomes caught in the tide of it, cock pressed filthily deep into the rhythmic clasping of you, spilling hard, everything tense undoing and softening to fluid bliss. You both swim in it, adrift on the endless ocean, panting against one another.
“Fuck, that worked up a right appetite,” he finally breaths, kissing your neck as you roll your eyes.
“Do you ever cease thinking about your stomach?”
He chuckles, low and dirty. “Yeah. I often think about how good me wifey feels when she fucks me like she just did. And you can count on it, treacle, that I’ll be thinkin’ about it for the rest of the night an’ all.”
The way he keeps stealing heated glances at you all the way through dinner, you’re left in little doubt of that, too.
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What Makes a Grown Man Wanna Cry?
“Give, in.”
He doesn’t want to admit that he’s wrong.
He doesn’t want to admit that he should’ve just listened to you, hear you out.
He doesn’t want to say that touching that woman was a part of his job, his livelihood, and yours.
But, he lied to you.
And, you didn’t take it very well.
You specifically said no more sex scenes in the acting business. Acting is his passion, that doesn’t mean it should come out as disrespecting you. You understood his passion, but you refuse to understand the part where he needed to do it in spite of his passion.
He grunted, holding onto the cuffs as if his lives depends on it. Stubborn by nature—You didn’t mind it at all as you could do this all day. Increasing the speed of the toy that wraps around the head of his reddening cock, he yearns to let go though not with the cock ring hugging his shaft tightly. Entertained, is what you feel—watching the way he gritted his teeth with his eyes shut, eyebrows scrunched together either in pain for he couldn’t shoot everything he’s got or pleasure for little did both of you know that your beloved secretly enjoys this.
“Ugh.” You grunted, straddling his face—aiming your glistening cunt, who is dying for the touch of his tongue or his hands, towards his face. He sensed you, slowly he opens his eyes as he couldn’t help but let out such a slutty moan coming from a man. His visions are welcomed by your hands aggressively rubbing your slippery cunt, playing with your clit. Your hands coated with your own fluid.
“Just, give in. Baby, I’ll put this around your needy cock and fuck you like our life depends on it.” You purred. He grunted, his cock throbs even more if that’s possible, longing for your tight cunt sucking his cum to come out and fill you.
“All of this would be easier if you’d just give in.” You breathlessly spoke, your hands never stop playing with your cunt throughout the whole promises that you sell. His body never stopped producing sweats, his chest heaves, his heart thumps like a big fat bass. A smirk expressed on your face, he’s bargaining with his willpower to give into you than holding onto his pride. Tiny bits of sweats formed against his forehead, his whole figure soaking wet as if he received a wave from the ocean.
You pulled yourself away from him, straddling his chest—leaning down towards his face stopping just an inch from his lips, your eyes watching over him. Tilting your head to the side before you look over at his pulsating cock, who looks like he could be coming in just a few seconds.
“Come on, admit it. Admit that I’m right, and you’re wrong. You’re a selfish human being who wouldn’t want to listen to his wife who practically begged you to stop acting if there’s a porn script.” The words spoken out of you intended to coax him, sounded so delicate yet you were trying to spit at him. Surprised as you watched a tear escaped from his closed eyes, his breathing turned ragged, his chest heaves even more, lips tremble.
The man of action is crying.
“Aw, you’re crying?” You purred, slowly making your way down towards his hips. “You’re fucking crying?” By the end of your words, he is practically sobbing.
You breathily laughs before you turned off the toy on his cock, and take out the cock ring. Once both objects are off of his precious cargo, he lets out a big sigh of relief only to be quickly exchanged with a loud moan from his mouth when you harshly shove his cock into your warm cunt.
He opens his eyes to find your ass in his vision, as you ride him cowgirl reverse style. You take a look at him from your shoulders before you started to move your hips to bounce on his throbbing fat cock. You knew this shouldn’t take long as you’ve been edging him for 30 minutes. You knew, sooner or later he would spill his warm seed in your cunt.
“Tell me honey, are you sorry? If you are, I’m gonna let you cum in my pussy.”
He grunted, his whole body shudders to the thought of making a mess in your pussy. “Fuck! Yes! Yes! I’m sorry, it’s my fault! I shouldn’t be touching her other than you! Please baby, let me cum. Fuck, let me fucking cum please!”
You let out a scoff laugh, “You wanna cum baby? You wanna cum on my pussy?”
“Yes! Fuck, I’m gonna-” And before he could spill his load inside of you, you lifted your ass—made his cock fell out of your pussy hole. He choked out a breath, his body launching forward, his eyes opened wide in surprise.
You smirked, looking at him from your shoulders. Clicking your tongue, your head shook from side to side as you turn your body towards him.
“Oh honey, bad boys don’t get to cum in their wives pussy.”
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The club
Reggie Kray x Fem reader
Requested by: anon
Warnings: Angst, swearing, smut, fluff, use of a weapon, threats of death, Reggie because Why tf not.
A/n: 18+ NSFW if you don't like the warnings please don't read!
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Y/n sat there on her couch thinking about the last few months, Reggie and her had gotten married 6 and a half months ago and here she is feel lost and unappreciated. He barely comes home, and when he does he goes straight to bed. Sometimes he doesn't even say "I love you."
Y/n was done with being ignored. She was done with Ronnie talking down to her like she was nothing, this had to stop and it had to stop now. She grabbed her coat, making sure she had her two daggers. Y/n marched out of the apartment, down the street, and halfway across town to the club. It was empty all except for, Reg, Ron, Teddy, and a few other men she didn't recognize.
"Reg." Y/n said from across the room.
"Be with you in a minute, love."
"Reggie, please. We need to talk."
"Yeah, well I'm in a meeting." The tone in his voice was some what aggressive, she couldn't tell if it was directed at her or not.
Y/n didn't care at this point, she trudged up to them. Pushing past the hurd of men, surprising Reg with her boldness.
"Nah, right now. You've been ignoring me for weeks, if not months. You stay out late doing god knows what, your brother always looks at me like he wants me to die. Strange men show up at the house, I'm constantly being watched by the police, and when you do finally speak to me it's "I'm in a meeting."
"Jesus, Reg. You gonna let her talk to you like that?" One of the men asked. "I think you should take her home and put this sluts mouth to good use."
Before Reg could do or say anything, Y/n grabbed the man by the back of the neck, and bashed his head off the bar. He stumbled back and went to take out his gun, but she kicked him in his stomach causing him to collide with a bar stool and fall on his ass.
She pulled him up by this tie, holding her dagger to his neck.
"What did you just call me?" She growled.
The man grit his teeth when Y/n pressed the blade harder against his neck, drawing blood.
"You dumb American bitch."
Reg watched as Y/n pressed her dagger into the man's side, his cries filled the club and probably reached the ears of nearby cops. The man laid on the floor whimpering as he attempted to stand.
"You ever call me that again and I'll kill you in the most painful way possible, are we clear?"
This new side of Y/n had the front of Reggie's pants tighten, his heart raced as he watched Y/n's eyes fallow the man while he ran out of the club.
"That's the kind of people you spend your time with?" She asked. "Him over me?"
"Y/n I-."
"You what? You promise to be better? You promise that things will change? You promise you promise you promise? Well guess what! I promise you this Reginald Kray, I promise you that when you get home, I won't be there."
She slid her wedding ring off her finger and set it down on the bar, swiftly leaving the club.
Reg picked up the ring, he felt like he had been stabbed in the heart. He loves Y/n with everything he is, he never wanted to hurt her.
"Well, sometime it just ain't ment to be." Ron's voice came from behind him.
"Shut the fuck up Ron."
Reg turned, putting the ring in his pocket. He bolted out of the club, looking up and down the street for any sign of Y/n.
When he entered their apartment, she was in their bedroom packing a suitcase. He entered and closed it as she turned back to the dresser.
"You're not going anywhere, luv." He whispered.
Y/n snatched a blouse out of a drawer, walked back over to her case, pushed his hand away and set it inside. Reg watched as she locked it and left the room, she set it by the door and went to grab her gun off the table next to the couch, but he swiped it up first.
"I said you're not going anywhere."
"Try and fuckin stop me, Reg."
With that, he dropped the gun onto the couch, made his way over to her and took her arm in his grasp. Reg pulled Y/n back to the bedroom and pushed her onto the bed, she sat back as he removed his shirt and tie. Reginald pulled her over, crashing his lips to hers. Y/n tried to pull away but his hand came up to the back of her neck, keeping her in place.
"You're not leaving me, Y/n." He growled. "I won't let you."
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"Do you think he's gonna hurt her?" Teddy asked, checking his watch for the 8th time since Reg left.
Ron looked over at him and shook his head.
"My brother? No. He loves that girl too much."
Ted checked his watch again and began tapping his foot.
"Now I know you care about the girl, just stop tapping your fuckin foot." Ron said, pointing his cigar at him.
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"So fuckin beautiful." Reg moaned as he rutted into Y/n, holding her arms down against bed.
"R-Reg please...I'm gonna cum."
He smirked and slowly brought his fingers down against her clit, rubbing tight circles, making her legs tremble and her head fall back against the pillows.
"I-ahh..." She cried out.
"Good girl, that's it cum for me."
Reg picked up his pace, his thrusts angled perfectly so he hit her G-spot each time. His hand wrapped around her neck and gently squeezed, making Y/n close her eyes.
"You like that, huh?" He asked. "You like it when your gangster uses you?"
Reg pressed his head into the pillow, with one last thrust he coated her walls. He rolled over and pulled Y/n into his side, both out of breath, they snuggled together enjoying each others warmth.
"I don't know if I can get Ron to apologize, but I most certainly try." He whispered.
"Ron is Ron, if he hates my guts...let him. He can be a stuck up crazy man all he wants."
"He cares for you."
"Bullshit."
THE END ❤️
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Fire in My Blood
Bane x Fem!Reader (no use of Y/N)
Word count: 4908
Warnings: 18+, Non-con drug use, fuck or die (sort of), slight dub-con (but not really), unprotected sex, mainly PWP, unbeta'd
A/N: my first time writing smut so be gentle
You woke up in bed, slow and groggy. The pain in your head was rolling through you in waves and you thanked your drunk self for at least closing the curtains so there wasn’t too-bright sunlight burning through your eyelids. Idly, you hoped that whatever you couldn’t remember doing last night was worth a hangover this size. You shifted to cradle your head in your hands but your hands didn’t move. Panic washed over you, sudden and icy. Your hands were trapped above your head.
Forcing the panic aside, you tried to take in your surroundings. You didn’t want to open your eyes yet, in case you were being watched, so you listened hard for something, anything, to tell you where you were.
No footsteps, no shuffling, no breathing outside your own. Aside from our hands, you were lying comfortably on what you assumed was a bed, complete with a pillow under your head and a blanket that smelled freshly laundered. The room felt bigger than your bedroom and you could hear a kind of white noise outside the walls, getting louder and softer in intervals like–
Waves. Water.
You must be near the docks. Probably one of the abandoned warehouses frequented by one of Gotham’s handful of criminal enterprises.
Speaking of criminals, you thanked your lucky stars for the recent training in analyzing and understanding your environment from the man that still sent chills down the spine of most Gothamites.
You didn’t understand how you had caught Bane’s attention but you couldn’t deny that you enjoyed it. It took some time between your underground meetings and the handful of times he visited your apartment through the fire escape but you had molded a sort of companionship. He was gentler with you when you weren’t training. The glimpses you got of Bane the Man and not just Bane the Weapon had inklings of longing for something more worming their way into your heart but you squashed them to the best of your ability. You knew who Bane was and knew he could never see you as something more than what you had.
Taking a steadying breath, you slowly opened your eyes. Only a sliver of the room was visible through your eyelashes at first but you didn’t see anyone else around. You blinked your eyes open and looked toward your hands.
Plastic zip ties held you to the metal headboard, biting into your wrists. You flexed lightly, testing their strength, when a door to your left opened and a man in a long white lab coat walked in.
Jonathan Crane was an objectively handsome man. The whole evil mad scientist thing left a lot to be desired although, knowing him, he probably had a drug for that too. His attention was on a clipboard he was carrying. Talking to himself in soft murmurs, he strode confidently over toward your bed.
“Ah look who’s awake!” He finally looked up at you and smiled, full and genuine. “Perfect timing.” His gaze raked over you, cool and calculating, and it made your skin crawl, suddenly aware that you were dressed in only your bra and panties from the night before. The thought of Crane undressing you while you were unconscious had bile rising in your throat.
“What am I doing here?” you fought to keep your voice steady.
“I needed a guinea pig for something I’ve been working on lately. I was out looking for suitable candidates last night and saw you out with your friends.”
Something must have shown on your face because Crane waved his hand dismissively. “They aren’t here. They had too much alcohol in their systems and it would’ve taken too long for it to metabolize. I couldn’t risk that altering my results.”
Now your blackout made more sense. You had been out with a small group of friends at a bar just celebrating the end of the work week. Things had gotten a little fuzzy but you just assumed it was due to one too many margaritas. Crane must have slipped something into your drink.
Anger flooded you. “You kidnapped me to use me as a test subject?”
“You shouldn’t sound so ungrateful! You’re helping the cutting edge of science! Of understanding the human brain!” He sounded so earnest as if he truly believed in his work without a care in the world that he kidnapped you for it.
The panic you had been fighting down, hit you like a train. You were trapped on a bed with a madman who had plans for you and no one knew where the hell you were. You wondered how long it would be until anyone found your body. You had to get out.
“I needed you to be awake before I started the test, though,” he explained. “It will be much easier to judge how quickly the effects start if you're conscious.” He slipped a hand into his pocket and pulled out a syringe and vial. The pale purple, syrupy liquid in the vial seemed to swirl as Crane pulled it into the syringe, his brow furrowed in concentration.
With the dose measured out, he turned back to you. You shifted as far away as your binds would allow, inadvertently pressing yourself further into the mattress.
“You’re a smart man,” you tried to reason with him, “You know who I spend my time with.”
Explicitly connecting yourself to Bane wasn’t something you wanted to do - whatever you two had felt tenuous at best - but desperate times call for desperate measures. No one would be dumb enough to touch someone with any direct connection to the man, right?
“Oh, yes, I know,” Crane’s smile was predatory, “and I’m counting on him coming to save his little pet.”
His palm pressed the side of your face into the pillow, keeping your neck extended even as you thrashed against the bed. The needle pierced the tender skin and Crane’s eyes glittered in the dim light as he released the drug into you.
“You crazy bastard!” Your wrists were bleeding freely now, slow trickles running down your forearms and dripping onto the sheets as you continued to try and pull yourself free.
Whatever he gave you didn’t hit all at once. It started in your chest, warm and slow, and radiated outward, but warm grew into too hot all too quickly, curled around your lungs and ribs, and squeezed. Your breath stuttered on the next exhale. Part of you expected to see smoke trailing out between your lips. Liquid fire pooled low in your stomach and you were suddenly, painfully, aroused.
“What the fuck?”
Your heart pounded in your ears, overpowering Crane’s monologuing no matter how hard you tried to concentrate on it. Fire raced in your veins and you pulled against your restraints, sparks licking your wrists.
Through the haze in your brain you could barely make out Crane talking about Lust and Fever and Sex and Orgasm and Death. Even firing on all cylinders, you didn’t know if you could find a good combination of those words.
Something in the distance caught his attention and he grinned like a shark, all predator and sharp teeth. Crane knew what it meant too.
“He’s gonna tear you apart,” you hissed.
“Oh, on the contrary,” he spoke slowly and looked in your eyes, making sure you understood every word, a condescending lilt in his tone, “I think he’ll send me a thank you gift after this.”
He left with a chuckle that sent a chill down your spine even with the growing furnace inside you.
With Crane out of sight, you squirmed to try and break the zip ties again but the new sensations had you gasping. Your wrists didn’t hurt so much anymore and what little pain made it through to your awareness landed just on the side of pleasurable. The blanket underneath you rubbed against you everywhere, everywhere, and your cheeks flamed when you noticed the wetness in your panties. You tried to force yourself to lay still - to stop and think about your next move - but your hips rolled anyway, searching for friction you wouldn’t find.
You squeezed your thighs together, chasing the orgasm you could feel rushing at you just beyond your reach. The coil snapped and it flowed through you like cool water down your parched throat. It broke the haze just briefly. You gasped a breath like coming up out of water.
If it was possible for you to blush further, you would’ve when you opened your eyes and were met with Bane’s. How much had he seen?
The man stood over you, stoic as ever, and gave nothing away. He watched you silently, taking in everything.
“This is not one of his usual toxins.” He finally spoke. It wasn't a question but you shook your head anyway.
“He said it was something he had been working on.” You swallowed hard, fighting a shiver. "He didn't start really talking until he had already drugged me and I couldn’t focus. Something about fever and sex and death but..." you trailed off, nervous and unwilling to really finish that sentence. Shaking your head was a mistake you learned as nausea hit you. “Needed a test subject.”
Bane nodded slowly, hard eyes glinting off the light as he looked around the room. “There’s a camera,” he mused. “He’s watching.”
“Sick fuck,” you seethed.
Bane huffed out something that could’ve been a laugh and wrapped his fingers around your wrist. You startled both of you by moaning lowly. His touch was like a soothing balm and lit match against your nerves at the same time.
His eyes were on your face but his fingers didn’t move.
“Fuck, I’m sorry- I don’t know-,” you stuttered. “Can’t think- Too fucking hot.” You clenched your teeth, cutting off the half-formed thoughts you couldn’t stop.
Calloused fingers brushed across your forehead and you bit back a whimper.
“You have a fever.”
You nodded, eyes shut tight. There was a heavy pause.
“You are…aroused.”
You turned your face away from him but nodded again, shame rocketing through you. Tears fell against your will.
“Please just get me out of here,” you whispered.
The zip ties snapped easily under his hands and you had to clamp down on your mind straying to thoughts of feeling those rough fingers on your skin again. Your core throbbed at the mental image alone. You couldn’t help rubbing your thighs together, breath hitching. Vaguely, you realized you were gasping out a string of apologies when Bane shushed you, just a hiss leaking out of his mask.
“You are not in control of your body. Do what you must.” The words came out stiff, barely contained anger tingeing them but you knew it wasn’t aimed at you.
Dark eyes met yours as you searched his face, needing to see if he was serious. His sincerity was open and unwavering. The weight of his hand settled on your stomach, the warmth of his palm bleeding into the coil inside you and snapping it just as soundly as the zip ties.
Your eyes rolled back and you groaned as that cooling wave shook through you, quieter this time.
“It will be easier if I carry you out but it may be…uncomfortable for you.”
“Do what you must,” you parroted his words with a weak smile, hoping for levity.
A silent nod was the only reply and he was wrapping you up in the blanket you had been laying on. The texture was scratchy and it insulated the heat of your skin but you bit your tongue. Strong arms lifted you effortlessly. You buried your face in the blanket and settled against his chest as he moved.
It was a position you had found yourself in before. You had a habit of falling asleep in places you shouldn’t and he often carried you to a place that wouldn’t have your back or neck screaming at you when you woke up. On one particular occasion, you had fallen asleep slumped over on the couch in your apartment and floated to awareness being lifted and carried to your bedroom. You felt like a child again, protected and cared for. Your nose pressed into his jaw, just under the line of his mask. He had laid you gently on your bed, still unmade from the morning, and brought the duvet up to your chin. You had tried to fight your way to full consciousness.
“Stay,” you breathed, afraid he wouldn’t hear. Afraid that he would hear and leave anyway. After a beat, the other side of your bed dipped with his weight, half laying, half sitting up against the pillows. You had rolled into him, soaking up his warmth. Later, you would blame pressing your face into his chest on the fact that you had still been on the wrong side of consciousness.
His hand tentatively rested on your shoulder as if he didn’t know what to do with it. You let out a light hum, hoping to reassure him. A smile almost slid over your lips when his palm slid down along your spine to settle at the center of your back.
Just before you slipped back into sleep, you swore you felt him press his mask against the crown of your head.
“Little one,” Bane’s voice brought you out of the fog in your brain, “Are you with me?”
You blinked your eyes open and lifted your head from the blanket cocoon.
“Always,” you replied. You became mildly aware that you were in your apartment but you didn’t remember how you got there. How long had you been lost in your head?
“My men are taking care of Crane,” he said. You both knew what he meant but the fewer specifics you knew, the better. “Barsad will make sure that nothing from the camera he had in that room will be seen by anyone.” His grip on you tightened. “He will never touch you again.”
He deposited you on your bed and was standing over you once again. He didn't show any outward emotion. You didn't know what to say or how.
"I'm sorry." You said anyway. It came out small and weak. Hell, you weren't even sure what you were sorry for. Getting kidnapped? Not being able to get out of the situation yourself?
Your head was too full of feelings you didn't understand. You couldn't think straight. You had never been more aware of your own body before. The lingering feeling of Bane’s arms around you, the godawful blanket. You swore you could feel your blood flowing in your veins.
Light fingertips ghosted across your forehead, pressing lightly on the creases between your eyebrows, and your eyelids fluttered closed. You bit your lip.
"Does it hurt when I do this?" He moved his hand from your forehead to your wrist. His thumb rubbing just under the wound that the zip tie left.
You shook your head, not trusting your ability to make any noise that wasn't wholly embarrassing.
"I need to hear you say it."
You swallowed hard. "No, it doesn't hurt. It’s like my body can't decide if it feels amazing or like I'm holding it next to an open flame." You rushed out.
“What do you need?” he asked after a heavy pause.
A simple question that had your head spinning. Rapid fire flashes of his large frame over you, under you, those rough hands all over you, inside you. You bit down on a moan, nearly biting through your lip.
“Just talk to me. Please.” It came out shaky and too vulnerable.
His brows furrowed. “That will not help with the effects of the toxin.”
Resolutely keeping your lips shut tight, another tear escaped down your cheek. He brushed it away with his thumb.
“I cannot just sit by and do nothing when you’re suffering.”
You shook your head, the action making your head swim. “I can’t ask that of you. I won’t.”
His hand settled on your stomach. The pressure sent waves through you. The fire in your core roaring anew.
“You don’t have to ask. You just have to let me.”
Your glassy, tired eyes met his dark, earnest ones as you searched for something, anything, that would give you reason to say no. You weighed the option of just letting the toxin do what it would instead of ruining what you and he had.
But you couldn’t deny that you wanted what he was offering.
“Okay.” You nodded lightly.
You hissed as he shifted the blanket off of you. It felt like sandpaper against your highly sensitive skin. His gaze flicked up to you but kept on his mission, lightly tracing his fingers up your thighs. It might've tickled a little if you had a better handle on your nerves.
There was only a slight pause in his movements before he was bending down to pull his boots off and then joining you on the bed, kneeling in front of you. His eyes searched your face as he spread your thighs, placing one of your legs on either side of his hips. You fought down every bit of embarrassment you could feel burning red on your cheeks and looked away.
“No,” he spoke softly but clearly. A calloused finger under your chin turned you back to meet his gaze. “Don’t look away, little one. You need to stay present and tell me if I do anything to hurt you or if you need me to stop. I want to help, not cause more harm. Understand?”
Only after you gave a small nod did he release your chin and return his hands to your inner thighs, higher than before. His thumbs rubbing small circles mere inches from where you needed him.
His eyes caught on the damp patch darkening the fabric of your panties. He made a single slow pass over your center with his thumb. You bit down on the inside of your cheek and let out a rough exhale, your fists curling into the sheets.
“Try to relax,” he rumbled, gaze flicking up to your face and back down. “I understand this must be unpleasant for you but fighting the toxin will prolong the effects and may make it worse.”
A whine escaped your clenched teeth as you forced your muscles to relax. His thumb began slow, even circles over your clit, like a reward. Pleasure rose quickly now that you had stopped pushing it down.
“Nothing said or done here will leave this room,” he assured you. “You are safe to do what you need to get through this.” He hooked a finger around damp fabric and pulled your panties to the side. The first brush of a callused fingertip sent a jolt up your spine. “Tell me that you understand.”
Your hips rocked minutely, chasing his touch. “I understand.”
“Good girl.”
His finger slid inside you in one push and your walls tightened around him, sending you over the edge again. You couldn't be embarrassed about the noise you made even if you tried.
The toxin’s haze faded marginally again. In all honesty, you had hoped that an orgasm brought on by someone else would have been all it would take but, of course, Crane’s concoctions are never that simple.
As many times as you indulged fantasies of Bane in your bed, though you would never admit it aloud, you didn't want it to happen like this. Not when it was only like an obligation for him.
The finger steadily pumping inside you became two and the stretch brought you out of your thoughts with a whine.
Bane slowed but didn’t stop. “Does it hurt?”
You shook your head quickly. “No, no, it’s just a lot,” you reassured him, moaning around the last word when picked up his pace again. “It’s like I’m feeling everything double or triple.”
“It’s good then?”
He curled his fingers slightly, searching.
“So good.” You choked on a gasp when he found the spot inside you that made your toes curl. Those rough fingertips massaged tight circles around it while his thumb copied the movement around your clit.
Moans flowed from your lips unhindered. One of your hands reached down to clutch at his wrist while the other tightened in the sheets.
You could feel the crest coming but it was just out of reach. Your head thrashed on the pillow, grinding your teeth.
"Fuck, I can't. It's not-" you stopped with a whine, tears gathering in your eyes. Your hips rolled of their own accord in search of friction.
“It’s not enough,” he finished for you.
"Crane told me that you'd send him a thank you gift for this." You blurted out. "Like this was something you wanted."
He froze.
“He’s wrong, right? Of course he is,” you rambled, squeezing your eyes shut tight. “You don’t want this. Why the hell would you? I’m just me. An annoyance even on a good day, a hindrance on any other. I’m not-”
Pressing his hand over your lips, he stopped your rambling.
"Not like this." It was quiet but you heard it, you knew you did. Your gaze met his again and you just stared at him for a heartbeat then two, willing yourself to take a chance. Telling yourself it would be worth it.
Fuck it. If it goes wrong, you can just blame it on the toxin.
You wrapped your legs around his hips, pulling yourself further toward him. Your heat pressed against the obvious tent in the front of his pants. His hand fell from your lips as you dragged yourself up to him, close enough to share breath.
“Please.” You ran your nose along his cheek and quickly unhooked your bra. His eyes flicked down briefly once the lace was removed and laying on the floor.
“Little one,” he murmured.
"You're the only person I would trust with this." You pressed a firm kiss to the front of his mask.
A harsh breath hissed out from behind the grate. He took only a brief pause to gather himself before moving off the bed stripping quickly. Your eyes raked over every inch of newly exposed skin. Lightly tanned, criss-crossed with scars, and stretched over his wide frame and well-built muscles. You’d seen him shirtless before under much different circumstances and it was a sight you had guiltily used on nights when you were alone and you knew this was something that you would add to your shameful late night fantasies until the day you died.
His cock slapped against his stomach as his pants hit the floor. The sight alone had a whimper crawling up your throat. He was thick, flushed red and leaking, and you couldn’t tell if the need to feel him inside you was more the toxin or your own.
Your breath caught when his fingertips curled into the top hem of your panties. His gaze held yours until the lace joined his pants on the floor and he returned to his spot between your thighs.
He wrapped a hand around himself, teasing your entrance with the head of his cock.
“Are you with me?” His eyes searched yours.
“Always,” you breathed.
He filled you slowly, measured, careful, and watching your face the entire time. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt you and he was acutely aware of the size difference between the two of you. His fingers flexed against your thighs, keeping you still in his grasp.
Even with the toxin’s effects on you, the stretch of Bane filling you had a twinge of discomfort filtering through the pleasure otherwise washing over you.
He finally bottomed out and you let out a low groan. You couldn’t decide where to keep your hands and they flitted from his shoulders to the bedsheets to his forearms to his abs, anything you could touch. Maybe if you found something to hold on to, you could keep yourself from floating away.
Bane grunted as you clenched around him and minutely ground his hips into you.
“Shit, move please,” your fingers dug into his forearms.
You expected him to be rough and fast. Simply chasing release with his mission as a sole focus. But this was something else entirely. He was still focused but his mission was you, not just getting off. He was curled over you, forehead pressed into your shoulder, caging you in with his forearms and rolling his hips into you. It felt amazing.
But it wasn’t enough. You could tell he was holding back, even if it was for your sake, and, if this was the only time you got to experience Bane like this, you wanted all of him.
“Bane, baby, please.” You gripped the back of his neck and pulled his face up from its hiding place. Flicking your eyes up to meet his wild ones, you planted a firm kiss onto his mask, running the tip of your tongue along the grate. “I’m not gonna break.” You dug your heels into his ass, urging him on. His eyes darkened at your words, pupils already blown wide. His hips snapped forward with a grunt, forcing a gasp from between your lips. He levered up on his knees, towering over you, as he pulled out almost entirely and wrapped your hips in a bruising grip.
A growl slid out from behind his mask as he looked down at you.
“Fuck yes,” you moaned out. Your eyes rolled back when he filled you again, impossibly deeper than before.
Long gone was the caring pace he had set before. Every one of your favorite fantasies of rough sex with Bane couldn’t compare to the real thing. Part of you was already excited to see the vibrant bruises you’d find on your hips later.
Bane’s angle was perfect, the head of his cock rubbing against your g-spot with devastating precision.
“Oh fuck, right there, please.” Your fingers curled around his wrists and your back arched up off the bed.
You bit your lip hard to try and stop the string of embarrassing whines escaping with every powerful thrust.
“No,” something akin to a snarl clawed out of Bane’s throat.
He pinned your wrists above your head, holding you fast with one hand. He ran the thumb of his other over your bottom lip, spit-slicked and bitten red, and pulled it from between your teeth.
“I want to hear every single noise of pleasure you make,” he growled.
You caught his thumb between your teeth and curled your tongue around it. His fiery gaze dropped to your lips as you sucked, drawing the calloused pad deeper into your mouth.
“I’ve heard those pretty sounds fall out of your lips countless times, I’ve heard you call my name at night, don’t you dare hide them from me now.”
He hooked his thumb behind your teeth and pulled down. A hard snap of his hips forced a loud cry from between your lips.
“Good girl.” He chuckled darkly.
He released your jaw and trailed his hand down your neck. His fingers found your nipple, spit-slick thumb circling the bud before pinching it between rough fingers. You squirmed beneath him as he twisted and pulled, the bite of pain only serving to amplify the pleasure coursing in your blood. He showed the same treatment to your other nipple and you fought weakly against the hold he had on your wrists.
“Please, fuck, please,” you moaned. At this point, you didn’t even know what you were begging for. Your head was fuzzy with the tightening of the coil in your stomach. Each drag of his cock inside you, each grind against your clit, feeling wholly and solely overwhelmed by the man above you, nothing else existed outside this moment.
“Let go, little one,” he purred. He reached down and rubbed tight circles over your clit. “Give it to me. Let me feel you come on my cock.”
You screamed his name as the knot in your core snapped hard and your vision went white. Bane snarled and buried himself to the hilt finding his own release as you lost yourself in the waves of your orgasm crashing one after another.
Floating back to yourself, you felt a firm body under your cheek and tentative fingertips tracing along your back.
The toxin had burned itself out, no longer smoldering in your core. Now, you were afraid. Was all that just because of the toxin? Had Bane just reacted to you? Of course, he had offered but what if none of it really meant anything to him? Hell, it probably didn’t. Just a means to an end.
You didn’t realize you had started shivering until Bane moved you to lay over him and wrapped his arms and the duvet around you.
You slid your hands under his shoulders and pressed your face into his neck.
“Are you with me?” you whispered, fighting to keep your voice steady.
A beat of silence and his arms tightened around you.
“Always.”
The talk that both of you knew needed to happen, could wait just a little while longer. For now, you were content to stay in the moment. You placed a slow line of kisses down his neck and pressed your nose into the juncture of his shoulder instead.
“Sleep now, little one,” he rumbled beneath you.
Just before unconsciousness took you, you felt him press his mask into the crown of your head.
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Day 2: Cut Your Wings || Alfie Solomons x Reader
Requested by a lovely Anon 🖤
TW: Kinktober prompt- cut, dubcon, blood, inflected pain, masturbation?, enemies with sexual tension, canonical violence, dirty talk, sexual torture, kidnapping
Words: 2K
Notes: This work is a part of the Peaky Kinktober Event you can find here. Comment on the event post if you want to be tagged in the future works for Kinktober. Also this one ain't as smutty as I thought because I got carried away by the narrative?? Shark please, that ain't the goal of Kinktober??
A grunt escaped from your lips as you desperately tried to free yourself from the heavy shackles imprisoning your wrists. You moved them back and forth, then left and right, turning your hands in every position possible, and yet nothing worked. The handcuffs were too tight for you to slip from them. Another painful moan echoed in the damp and dark room of the distillery in which the jew's henchmen had locked you a few hours ago. The cold metal bit your flesh again. "Fuck". When loud footsteps resounded behind the heavy wooden door of your prison, you swallowed the lump that had formed in your throat and prayed to God for a quick and painless death because you knew that Alfie Solomons wasn't a forgiving man. Quite the contrary, his quick temper, and frightening antics only fueled his reputation as one of the most dangerous criminals in London.
"So that's the fucking little rat my men told me about." He stated, standing in the middle of the open door, both of his hands resting on the handle of his cane and a black hat hiding one of his hazel gray eyes.
"Fuck you, fucking cunt! When Tommy will know about this y'all going to regret it!" Words passed your thoughts, spitting their venom at him and yet the man remained silent. You even wondered if he had paid attention to what you just said or if the voices in his head were louder than yours. His gaze, intense and unfathomable, was observing you attentively as if he was trying to decipher the secrets of the most unique precious stone he had even held in his palm. After what seemed to be an eternity, Alfie Solomons pursued his lips, stroked his scruffy beard, and nodded, coming to an agreement with himself.
"See, my mates here told me that Tommy Shelby had sent a few men to London, but here's the problem – He said 'men'. And not 'little girl', which is definitely what you are. A bloody and nosey little girl. Hmhm." He agreed with his own statement before walking to the dusty furniture that was leaning against one of the brick walls. Then, he took off his hat and his long dark coat, and put the cane aside before walking towards you. He stopped in front of you, tattooed arms crossed on his muscular chest. The unusual amount of greenish ink deeply engraved in his skin caught your attention for a short while, you curiously observing the pattern it formed. Of course, both Tommy and Arthur had tattoos, but not as many as the mad baker.
"Would you look at ya. Haven't you something else to do instead of following a Birmingham scumbag's orders? Like finding yourself a man or something like this, y'know. 'Cause I don't see why such a young lass like ya puts her own life into danger for Tommy fucking Shelby." As he talked, Alfie had closed the distance between you and him. He was now leaning above you, so close that his scorching breath was fanning over your skin and the hairs of his beard were almost tickling your face. "So can you tell me why? The only reason I see is that Tommy Shelby sticks his cock in you and it has magically bred some loyalty." The right corner of his full lips curled into a mocking grin when he noticed how his words had lit a fire of rage in your eyes. Bang on, he thought, "No. It's more complex than that, innit? He doesn't want you and yet you remained devoted to him in the hope that one day, maybe, he'd look at you differently. He'd look at you like a woman to fuck senseless and not a pawn of his game."
"Kill me, Solomons. Kill me now or I'll fucking cut you once I'll be out of this shit-stinking place." You hissed, baring your teeth like a cornered animal, the truth hurting you more than a gunwound. For a split second, Alfie swore you would have dug your fangs into his throat, sinking them deep until you tasted blood if you hadn't been restrained by chains and handcuffs.
"Cut me?" The baker repeated these two words, pretending to be surprised while the tone in his voice betrayed how amused he was, "And what kind of tool would you use to cut me? This?" As he said so, Alfie pulled your grey beret out of the large pocket of his trousers, holding it to have a good grip at the base of the razor blades that were sewn to the fabric. "You Peaky girl like to cut people with this right? So come on, threaten me again little bird, I dare you." He said with both of his eyebrows raised in a taunting expression.
"D'ya think you're scaring me? I'm not scared, I'm a Peaky Blinder and I'm going to make things clear again: you better kill me now because if you miss this chance, I'll fucking cut your face the next time we meet–" You didn't finish your sentence, your words replaced by a scream of pain when Alfie, without a single warning, slashed your arm with your peaky cap. Blood soon filled the gash and overflowed from it, soaking the white fabric of your shirt in a crimson stain.
"Go ahead, dove. Say it again." This time you remained silent, staring at him in horror. He had cut deep, deep enough for you to feel the sickening pulse of your own heart in the wound. Your refusal to obey led Alfie to burst into an unexpected rage. His face reddened, and his brows furrowed, casting their shadow eyes. With one strong and brutal movement, Alfie's free hand grabbed your face, his calloused fingers sinking into your cheeks until your jaw hurt. "SAY IT AGAIN AND I'LL CUT YOUR FUCKING WINGS!" He barked, a bit of spit spilled in his beard and bloodshot eyes staring at your very soul. "See, you don't stand a chance here my sweet dove. You're just a little girl playing gangsters". In an unsettling mood swing, his temper had gone quiet again.
"I'm not gonna kill you peaky girl, that would be too easy. I see your eyes, and what I see in them is that you ain't afraid of death and I reckon this is a trait I particularly fancy in someone. So what should I do with you? We might..." He made a short pause when he noticed a tiny detail he hadn't spotted before. Alfie's hazel grey eyes abandoned yours and dropped to your bosom where he could see the round shape of your hardened nipples pointing through the fabric of your shirt. Licking his lips, Alfie's iris darkened with mischief and something you never expected to witness in the eyes of an enemy – lust. An unpleasant shiver ran down your spine as the baker's smirk suddenly turned into a wicked and threatening smile, "I know, dove. I know what I'm going to do with you. Everything's clear in my mind". A sparkle of pure madness enlightened his face, just like an artist struck by inspiration. With his words followed his hand, that came meeting your trembling body. His strong palm roamed all over you, the friction it created snatching a whimper from your tight throat while you understood his obscene plans.
"No, no! Please! Alfie--" You wanted to scream but you couldn't, petrified from the moment his fingers trailed down your belly and ended their exploration between your legs. The noisy juggling of the chains you produced by struggling sounded like a melody in Alfie's ears, who hummed in satisfaction at your cunt's warmth he could feel through the fabric of your trousers. His fingers pressed a bit more against your core, shooting a wave of forbidden arousal through your entire body and making your legs shake.
"You're in heat, lil' dove." He noted with an amused tone before closing the distance between your ear and his lips. You squeezed your eyes shut at the overwhelming scratching sensation of his gruff beard against your skin and the blazing blast of his breath. The room spun as you found yourself intoxicated by the fragrance of his cologne. Musky, and with a dab of cedarwood. His scent was as raw and wild as him. "I'm pretty sure you're all wet, aren't you?" He cooed in your ear. His rough fingers, applying pressure at the exact spot where your throbbing clit was, started to rub it in slow and circular motions. As much as you hated the thought of it, his skillful caresses lit a fire of desire within you, so much that you felt your own wetness soaking your panties, "How long since a man stretched that lonely pussy?"
"Don't touch me!" You growled, but as convincing as you had tried to sound convincing you still failed judging by how Alfie's brow arched. He let out a dark chuckle. Doing the exact opposite, his fingers kept fondling your sensitive bud but this time his wet and warm tongue licked your neck just like a predator would do to get a first taste of his freshly caught prey.
"Oh I'm not gonna touch you dove." The muffled sound of your cap falling on the concrete ground made you open your eyes again. You had barely lifted your eyelids when your gaze met Alfie's other hand, who was kneading his massive bulge. As afraid as you were, you could not help but let out a soft yet needy moan "I'm not gonna touch you. What I'm going to do cannot be described, no no it can't because I don't want God to hear it. What I can tell you though is that you'll never come back to Birmingham once you'll know the feeling of my cock buried deep inside you." His words' immediate effects upon you had your teased pussy clenching onto nothing and reminding you how desperately empty you were. An emptiness Tommy would never fill, "Are you thinking about him now?"
You weren't.
Alfie didn't need you to answer, for the way you brought your hips closer to his fingers and grind against them was enough. The mad baker's mouth sucked on the sensitive flesh of your neck, pinching it between his lips to leave a bright red mark on you, claiming his newly acquired property. All these sensations soon became unbearable: the friction of your shirt against your erected tits, the cold bite of the handcuffs on your wrists, and the increasingly faster rubbing of your clit destroyed what remained of your will of fighting. Never in your life you had been touched for you had always kept your virginity unspoiled for Thomas. A stupid and fruitless devotion.
You gave in to the pleasure and surprised yourself by thinking about how big Alfie's dick looked, unable to look anywhere else.
"Don't s-stop." You muttered under your breath, your climax building as Alfie kept assaulting your sweet bundle of nerves: he was nothing but gentle with it, almost hurting you with how rough he rubbed you. With your mouth parted and your breath quickening, you felt the delightful warmth of an orgasm coming but, all of sudden, Alfie stopped.
"Enough for today. We'll see if you deserve more tomorrow." He said.
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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.
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sugar & spice—Alfie Solomons x f!reader
summary: being married to the infamous Alfie Solomons has its ups and downs. and so do your visits to his office.
word count: 1.3k
WARNINGS: swearing. a little spicy but nothing too explicit.
AGELESS/EMPTY BLOGS & MINORS WILL BE BLOCKED!
A/N: took prompt #10 (“Now, I ain’t gonna tell you twice, sweetheart—get out of my bloody office.”) from the film noir celebration list of @solomons-finest-rum ❤️
gif: @userfezcos
He was menacing, powerful and not to be messed with. That much you knew from whispers heard around the block. Yet when the day came that you got to meet the infamous Alfie Solomons, you were… surprised. To put it mildly.
There was something about him that seemed to be calling out to you. He liked an intellectual opponent to tussle with, and you were every bit of that. You exchanged fake pleasantries, followed by plenty of innuendos that were not left without cheeky grins and lustful looks. It was more than evident after the first hour that the interest was mutual, and that you both wanted the same thing.
After a while, it went beyond carnal pleasure, sweat dripping down your bodies and names being shouted in the throes of passion. It turned into love, the purest affection, and just like that, Alfie Solomons knew he had found the one for him.
Now everyone knew Mr. and Mrs. Solomons. Everyone knew not to mess around with you, to not even throw you a single conspicuous glance down your way. You were meant for his eyes only, the most precious jewel ever to be worn by a singular man.
And the truth was, you’ve never felt more alive and cared for than whenever you were around Alfie.
You allowed yourself certain liberties though; as his wife, it was your duty to support him and his business and you did exactly that. However, whenever you showed up at the office, you made sure to look your best.
Like any respectable woman, you enjoyed some looks every now and then. You felt flattered, nothing more. All your devotion, attention and arousal were for Alfie, no one else, ever. And your appearance was meant strictly for Alfie as well.
He’s heard you by the click, click, click of your heels on the marble floor. He grins to himself, eyes still immersed into the papers before him. He lets you do your devilish walk to his office before choosing to do any move. It’s all part of the little cat and mouse game you always got going on. You both love it, both thrive off of it, so why not let it run its course?
“Come in,” his coarse voice announces as he hears the knock on the door.
Then, as his eyes rise from underneath his reading glasses, he nearly chokes on nothing but air.
You chose bolder clothing for today. Usually you carry some form of respect for the name you now have and for his business, but today it seems you went for carelessness. Your dress is as tight as it could be, embracing your front, your curves, and it shows a little more leg than usual. Now for him, this is the most mouth-watering sight he could possibly wish for, but the idea of you walking around like sex on a stick is troublesome, and it rises his blood pressure more than he would’ve thought, awakening some primal instinct within.
“What brings you here today, love? Dressed like that, no less.”
You take a look at your own outfit, playing innocent for a while longer.
“I thought you are more open-minded than other men, my dear,” you lovingly scold him.
“What’s that have to do with anything?”
You throw him a side glance, accompanied by a coy smirk.
“You are not one of those men who dictate their wives what to wear or what to do, are you?”
“The bloody hell I am! But there’s no one that could ever tell you what to do, love.”
You grin, oddly proud of yourself. “True.”
You pace around the office, staring at its walls—but subconsciously, letting Alfie take a good look at you.
“To what do I owe the pleasure then, love?”
“Better ask, ‘to whom I owe the pleasure’, to which I’d answer ‘to me, of course’.”
Alfie raises one eyebrow, scanning you carefully.
“This what you wanna do then?” he questions. “Parade yourself around to get me riled up?”
You shrug. “Measure your words, darling.”
You see him take a deep breath, finally rising from his chair. In an ideal world, if it wasn’t yet another busy day, he’d be already lifting your dress and bending you over the desk. But you admire his strength nonetheless.
“Do I need to walk around this much to get you riled up?”
“Woman, you only need to look at me and I’d be good to go.”
You chuckle, your ego receiving a boost like none other.
“So why are you here?” Alfie inquires.
“Can’t I visit my husband at work?”
You waltz near him, biting your lower lip and playing with the collar of his shirt.
“You’re a minx,” Alfie coos. “I don’t trust you with these visits of yours.”
“Would you rather I tell you straightforward what I’d like?”
“Ideally, yea.”
There’s a coy smile sprayed across your face, a trademark wicked one that Alfie fell for each and every time. It was a surefire way to let him know that you were up to no good, but fucking hell, it was one of his favorite things in the whole wide world.
“I’d appreciate it if you’d lock that door, bend me over that desk and let me know just how much you despise me walking into your office dressed like this.”
Alfie chuckles, the same devilish intention residing behind the sound.
“Fuckin’ hell,” he keeps on laughing. “I knew you had it in ya.”
“I don’t have anything in me yet.”
Alfie keeps grinning, much like a madman, but eventually decides that two can play at that game. He stares you down for as long as he can, looking you up and down.
“Best be on your way home cause when I get there, I’d wanna see that pretty arse of yours bent over for me.”
You pretend to pout. “Are you throwing your wife out? Really?”
“Now, I ain’t gonna tell you twice, sweetheart—get out of my bloody office.”
“Or what?”
He feels his blood pressure rise more so than before, his pants impossibly tighter by now, but he prevails.
“Or I might take you up on that offer of yours.”
“That is the least threatening thing you could tell me.”
Alfie grins, reaching around to pull you in by your waist and the next second, he hungrily kisses you.
The kiss is wet, needy and hot and it sets you both ablaze with the speed of lightning. Neither of you wants to let go, especially not when you feel Alfie hard against your crotch, struggling to catch his breath and trying to grind against you.
“Where’s your smart mouth now?” you cheekily ask.
“Hoping to be on more of you, actually.”
“Then do me a favor—lock that fucking door already.”
Alfie pulls away so abruptly you have difficulty believing that anything even happened before. You feel a little insulted, really, but not too much. You know you’ll be well rewarded – although right now the scale seems to be tipped towards punishment—later.
“You come into my office, my bloody office, right? Wearing something like that—and you want me to do you on your terms, sweetheart? I fucking think not.”
He grabs hold of your ass, squeezing it as hard as he can, and you gasp, the heat between your legs growing impossible to ignore.
“Go home, and best be ready for me cause you’ll be too fucked out to say anything but my name, love.”
Left speechless, you don’t fight him on it. You lick your lips in anticipation of what’s to come, swaying your hips to the exit and throwing him one last siren-like gaze that you make sure would last him for the next several hours.
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❝DON’T PRETEND.❞
summary: eddie and venom know you’ve been greedy and urge you not to pretend that you haven’t been.
warnings: smut, porn without plot, eddie being less nice this time, name-calling, oral sex f receiving, me headcanoning that venom has genitals, general venom stickiness and bondage using venom (don’t judge me, you looked this shit up)
word count: 705
a/n: another little concept! deliberated on releasing this for a while because i was stoned as shit when i wrote this and as a result, i barely remember writing it. (“barely” being closer to “i don’t remember it at all” but hey i found it in my notes so here on tumblr it goes) it’s filth and i hope you guys enjoy <3
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This was absolutely agonizing. You had no idea how many orgasms he’d pulled from you by now, but your mind was going hazy as the heat of Eddie’s mouth threatened to crush you whole. Seeing him on his knees in front of you, gripping your thighs tightly and eating you out like he was starving, finally letting himself have his way with you after years of uninteresting, boring sex, it only succeeded in making you wild with desperation.
Jesus, Venom really had brought out a change in him, hadn’t he?
In fact, you were thrashing so much at his touch that Venom found it very necessary to use his glittering black appendages to pin your wrists above your head.
Right now, with Eddie letting go of all control and absolutely fucking you with his tongue, you were begging to cum, pleading that you’d be so good for him if he’d only let you cum all over his face.
“Baby, haven’t you had enough orgasms already?” Eddie taunted, sliding two fingers inside you and fucking his fingers deliciously into your pussy. “Just how greedy are you, sweetheart?”
Venom laughed, his slimy grip on your arms tightening. Fuck.
You whined, trembling as he teased you. His fingers were so goddamn thick, you couldn’t help but cry out when he grazed your g-spot.
Eddie smirked, but this time, it was Venom’s gravelly voice that echoed through the air.
I THINK SHE’S BEING A GREEDY LITTLE SLUT.
You moaned loudly, hardly listening. “Oh, god, yes!”
At this, Eddie immediately paused his movements, stilling his fingers inside you.
“But I thought you were our good girl?”
Venom cackled.
I THOUGHT SHE WAS OUR GOOD GIRL TOO.
You looked up at Eddie with panic in your eyes. They’d gotten you. You were so fucked out that you barely realized what they were doing until it was already happening.
“I - I am, Eddie, Venom, I swear, I am a good girl,” you pleaded.
Eddie scoffed, sliding his fingers out of your drenched cunt, and even though you couldn’t see Venom’s face, it was evident that he was enjoying this too.
When he spoke, you could hear the glee in his voice.
WE DO NOT THINK SO.
“Fuck,” you whispered, and Eddie looked down at you.
“Get up,” he said simply.
When you didn’t, couldn’t, your limbs too heavy and your mind too cloudy, Venom took it upon himself to lift you, using three thick black tendrils to pull you to your shaky feet.
HE TOLD YOU TO GET UP.
“I’m sorry,” you mumbled, “I’m - I’m sorry…”
Venom cackled.
YOU ARE NOT SORRY, SO DO NOT PRETEND. YOU ARE A BRAT.
Your mouth fell open, but Eddie just smirked. “Get on your knees, baby.”
You complied as fast as you could this time, dropping to the floor and craning your neck to look at him.
“If you want to act like a slut, I’m gonna treat you like a slut,” Eddie continued as he pulled his pants down just enough to free his cock. “And don’t pretend like you’re not.”
You were dazed. “I - I…”
“Sluts don’t get to talk.”
You nodded blankly and let your mouth fall open, allowing Eddie to guide his cock inside.
Tonight, he wasn’t being nice to you. He gripped the back of your hair and fucked into your mouth, pushing as far as he could into your throat. You gagged and sputtered around him, trying to take the whole length of his cock into your mouth as best as you could—
SHE’S SO MESSY ALREADY, Venom commented.
This time, Eddie grinned. “Yeah - yeah she is, V.”
LET ME OUT.
Black goo had starting bubbling around the base of his cock, and Eddie nodded. “Yeah, come out.”
Once again, fangs and milky white eyes appeared from out of nowhere and quickly closed around his head, meaning he wasn’t Eddie Brock anymore, but Venom— and his cock was massive, shiny and glittering black and impossible to fit into your mouth.
“Fuck,” you moaned, glancing up at him.
Venom’s tongue briefly swung out of his mouth, licking his fangs in preparation for what was to come.
YOU ALREADY KNOW WHAT TO DO, BRAT.
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Hello madam.
7. “Oh my god, I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard!”
With our feral Alfie of course.
🥰🥰
Can do, love!
Smut below the cut, minors DNI!
To have him rucked deep inside you, while the morning is still lazy, quiet, and still, is the greatest of pleasures. Only the sound of rain softly pattering against the windowpanes is audible above the soft moans, Alfie's occasional deep, lustful rumble adding bass tones, his mouth gliding up your neck in slow exploration.
You cry out, and his kisses suck the breath from you, the tempo slow and rolling, no urgency, nothing fervid. It's like this with him more often than one would expect, the want and need for each other an unhurried chartering into the languidly erotic.
His big body fucks you deep into the mattress, the repeated grinding against your clit making sparks skitter, your hands clasping at the wide planes of his mountainous back, tits heaving beneath the crush of his thick chest. Taking your wrists, he pins your arms, sinking into you deeper, teeth grazing a spot on your neck that evokes the most blissful of glimmers.
It's rolling through you, gaining momentum as the rush hits hard, knocking you sideways, your flutters milking his cock until it jerks and floods you with cum, leaving you as mindless as you are breathless.
"Fucking hell," you pant, finally opening your eyes to see him smirking above you, soft kisses peppering your cheeks as his hands glide down your arms, releasing where he's had them pinned above your head. “Oh my god, I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard!”
He rumbles a chuckle, teeth nipping your jaw. "You always say that, until the next time, innit?"
You suppose he makes a valid point.
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what is it with yall's obsession over dilf actors smh psshh..
the dilfs in talking....
whooppsssss....
okay lets keep on going folks
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THE LEAGUE PT.3
Bane x Fem reader
Requested by: @ravenlillithdelaney ❤️
Warnings: Smut! Violence! Swearing!
A/n: 18+ NSFW if you don't like the warnings please don't read! PLEASE KEEP MY COMMENT SECTION AGGRESSION FREE!
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Y/n stood in Daggett's living room, listening to him yell at her and question her on where Bane was. He had his henchmen send for him, saying it was urgent.
"Where is he!?" Daggett yelled. "He's costing me money!"
"Im sorry but I don't have a tracker on Bane 24/7!"
Daggett glared, stepping closer and grabbing a hold of her lapel.
"I don't care for your tone." He seethed. "You will find him, and-"
"Speak of the devil, and he shall appear." Bane's voice sounded from behind Daggett. There was a glimmer in his eyes, one of concern when he saw how Daggett had a hold of her.
He let go of Y/n, spinning around to face the large man. His voice was cocky, as if he had the slightest bit of order in this room.
"What the hell is going on?"
"Your plan is proceeding as expected."
"Oh really?" Daggett asked. "Your hit on the stock exchange, it didn't work my friend. Now you have my construction crews going around the city, at 24hrs a day. How exactly, is that supposed to help my company absorb Wayne's?"
Bane towered over Daggett, turning his attention to the henchmen and Y/n.
"Leave us." He said.
"No, stay here. I'm in charge."
Y/n watched as Bane set his hand down on Daggett's shoulder, fear spread over the smaller man's face, once he realized just how much danger he was truly in.
"Do you feel in charge?"
The henchmen took his leave, but Y/n stood there she refused to leave after how Daggett spoke to her. She knew that he had it coming, and she didn't want to leave.
"I paid you a small fortune." His voice got significantly quieter, he was most definitely shitting his pants at this point.
"And this gives you power over me?" Bane asked.
"What is this."
"Your money and infrastructure have been important." Bane gently brushed his knuckles over Daggett's cheek, making the smaller man slightly tilt his head away. "Until now."
"What are you?"
"I'm Gotham's reckoning, here to end the borrowed time you've all been living on."
"Y-you're pure evil."
"Im necessary evil."
Y/n flinched, looking away just as Bane snapped Daggett's neck, her heart did a flip as she heard his body drop to the floor.
Heavy boots made their way over to Y/n, her gaze stayed on the tiles until Bane's shoes came into view. His hand came up, tilting her chin so she was looking at him.
"Come, little Rabbit."
She nodded, fallowing him as they left the building. They went back into the sewers, and into Y/n's room. She sat on her bed while Bane stood there looking at her, moving closer he ran his fingers through her hair.
"Did he hurt you, mouse?" He asked.
"No."
Bane brought her closer, leaning her head against his hip. He gently rubbed her back in order to comfort her.
"I told you to leave us." He whispered.
"I didn't think you were going to kill him."
He suddenly got on his knees in front of her, lightly he gripped her arms keeping eye contact. Y/n could get lost in his gaze, the dark brown just making her lose all train of thought.
"Do you trust me?" He asked.
"Yes, of course. With my life."
Her arms came up and wrapped around his neck, bringing her even closer to him.
"I'll fallow you anywhere, Bane. You tell me to jump off a building, I'll do it. You tell me to abduct a scientist by taking off in a plane that'll be going down, and I will." She giggled.
Bane's heart fluttered as she pressed a gentle kiss to his mask. He took her into his lap, grinding her against his hard cock.
Y/n whimpered burying her face in his shoulder, slowly Bane removed her cargo pants along with her panties, freeing his cock from it's confines and lining her up.
They rested their foreheads together as he slowly pushed in. He started thrusting slowly up into her, gripping her hips and moving her against him.
"B-Bane you're so thick." She moaned.
"Take me, little rabbit."
His thrusts became harder and faster, Y/n's hands gripped his biceps in desperation. She trailed kissed down his neck, nipping at his collar bone. Bane groaned when he felt her teeth against his skin, his heart raced as realization set in that she was allowing him to use her body in such a way. The fact that she would trust him with her astounded him, he was usually feared but Y/n looked to him for comfort and warmth.
He slowly ran his hand down her stomach, slipping his fingers past her folds and began rubbing tight circles against her clit. Y/n cried out, the feeling of his calloused fingers overstimulating her was enough to make her melt.
"Please." She whispered.
"Please, what?"
"Make me cum. Please, make me cum."
Bane picked her up as if she weighed nothing, her back hit the wall and his large frame trapped her against it. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he rutted into her again, this time harder. Her nails clawed at his back, a thin sheet of sweat covered both of their body's as their moans filled the room.
His finger attacked her clit once more, making her gasp and clench around him. The feeling had Bane letting go, and with a gutteral groan he coated her walls. The warmth of his release sent Y/n into a frenzy, she felt hot and cold as her muscles tightened, spilling her liquid over his throbbing cock.
Bane laid her out on the bed, pulling her against him and engulfing her in his warm embrace. Y/n snuggled into him, he made her feel safe, as if nothing in this world could ever harm her.
"Never leave me." She whispered.
Y/n suddenly felt his arms tighten around her.
"Never, little mouse."
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"Not as serious as yours, I fear." Bane said, his voice echoing though the sewers.
Batman turned around, his voice barely above a whisper, "Bane."
"Let's not stand on ceremony here, Mr. Wayne."
Y/n looked over at Selina Kyle, who stood behind the fence that had been dropped between her and Bruce, trapping him in. Selina had regret written all over her face, she obviously didn't realize that Bruce was Batman.
Y/n stood there and watched as Bane and Bruce fought, two people she cared deeply about where below her pounding the ever loving day lights out of each other.
"Theatricality and deception, powerful agents to the uninitiated." Bane said, making his way down the iron steps towards Bruce. "But we are initiated, aren't we Bruce? Members of the league of shadows."
Once more the two began fighting, the bat attempted to hide in the dark, but Bane found him immediately. Bane was able to take the bat down again with ease, taking out a detonator, he clicked the button setting off small bombs planted overhead. The ceiling fell in large chunks, a long with the contents of bruce's armory.
Bruce stood, ready to fight again.
"Ah yes." Bane said, throwing the detonator aside.
"I was wondering what would break first."
He slammed the bat to the ground, "Your spirit."
Y/n watched in horror as her large friend picked Bruce up over his head, "Or your body."
Memories of them playing years ago raced through her mind as she watched Bane bring Bruce down, successfully breaking his back against his knee.
___
"Ready or not, here I come." Y/n yelled, her voice carrying through her yard.
The young girl took a few laps around her house, checking under the porch, behind the car, in the shed, but she couldn't find her friend. She suddenly heard footsteps on the roof above her, Y/n looked up to see the boy standing there smiling down at her.
"How did you get up there, Bruce?"
"I'll never share my secrets."
"You climbed my dad's hedges didn't you?"
The young boy nodded.
"How do you expect to get down?"
"I'll jump."
Y/n giggled while shaking her head, "You'll break your ankles."
"Watch me."
He jumped off, rolling as he hit the grass.
"Are you okay!?" She asked, startled.
"Yeah." He lied, not wanting to scare her further.
___
Bruce was dragged off by two of Bane's men, the rest raided the many things that fell from the armory.
Y/n ran up and down the many flights of iron stairs, attempting to find either Barsad or Bane, but she ended up running into both.
"Where-"
"Where will he be taken?" Bane finished her sentence, his back turned to her.
Barsad sneered, looking her up and down.
"Why do you care?" He asked.
Bane turned around to face her, the look in his eyes told her that he knew the truth. He knew her and Bruce had been friends, she was afraid he wouldn't trust her now that he knew.
"The pit." Was all Bane had to say, tears stung her eyes. Y/n had to keep her composure, she couldn't show that she cared enough to cry.
Y/n nodded, turned and headed in the opposite direction. She walked through the streets of Gotham, not afraid of the police. The sun had gone down awhile ago, most street lamps were either flickering or fully out.
Y/n rounded a corner and she bumped into a large figure, she looked up and locked eyes with Bane. He gazed down at her, his expression soft but still concerned.
"I wondered where my rabbit ran off to."
"His rabbit?" She thought.
"I needed time to think."
He nodded, not missing her small shiver. Bane took off his coat, wrapping it around her.
"You can accompany me to the pit if you like, I leave in the morning."
"I think it would be best if he doesn't see me with his enemy."
Bane nodded, he held out his hand for her. Y/n smiled, taking it and stepping closer so he could pull her into a hug. This man was never one for physical affection, but when he met Y/n he wanted to do nothing but protect her and hold her. She was so small compared to him, so delicate.
"As you wish, My little Rabbit."
THE END ❤️
Part 4?
I hope you enjoyed
Reblogs are welcome 🤗
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Never Finished, Never Started | Tommy Conlon x gn!reader (🍋)
Anonymous asked: Tommy Conlon:
Hello, hello! I hope you're doing good 🖤.
May I please ask for a little something using the following prompts for my sweet baby Tommy Conlon X non-binary, male, or gn!Reader:
"It's not much, but it's… I'm sorry."
Thank you so very much 🖤!
🐍anon
summary: Tommy comes home at the worst possible time, but it isn't all that bad.
tws: masturbation, talk of sex toys, sexual fantasies, swearing
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Tommy was worried when he walked through the front door, the sounds of grunts and the bed squeaking hitting his ear, he assumed something terrible was happening as he dumped his workout bag by the door and rushed towards the shared bedroom; his eyes wide and his chest heaving, he nearly tripped over his own feet as he barged into the room.
Panting heavily as he took in the sight before him. You, sprawled out on the bed with your shorts at your ankles and your shirt pulled up to expose your chest, a thin sheet of sweat across your skin, he could see your hand hard at work pleasing yourself, and as he stood there frozen, he was only pulled back to reality by the name leaving your lips.
“Tommy… fuck, fuck, Tommy!”
He clenched his jaw, the worry leaving him and becoming replaced by something else as he watched you closely; he cleared his throat eventually, grabbing your attention. Guilt immediately washed over him when you yelped and pulled your hand away from yourself, fumbling to cover your body with the blanket.
He hung his head and turned around, cursing himself as he chewed at his bottom lip until it bled. He only turned around once you told him you were decent, and although he was blushing furiously, he attempted to put on a brave face. It wasn’t like Tommy had expected you to never do such a thing, it wasn’t like he didn’t know that people had certain needs - it was more the fact that you had been calling his name.
He was… he was flattered, he was shocked, he was pleased, he was surprised all at once. He wasn’t really sure what to do about it. Tommy was, in the best way possible, completely, utterly stunned.
“It’s not much, but it’s… I’m sorry,” he said quietly, trying to avoid your gaze. “I didn’t mean to interrupt.”
You just about managed to catch your breath, all sweaty palms and heart pounding like you had been caught doing the worst thing imaginable. “Tommy, I- shit.”
“I, uh,” he rubbed the back of his neck as he shrugged. “I’m gonna get coffee… you want one?”
You nodded. “Please.”
He turned on his heel, practically running out of the room. He hoped the kitchen counter would disguise how hard he was, he hoped that it would go down by the time he finished making coffee; but he was aching, his tip pressing against the thick fabric of his jeans through his thin boxers. Every step was torture.
His hands shook as he prepared the coffee, wondering if he was really about to ruin everything by telling you the truth; that he had done the same thing countless times, imagining you riding him. Your hands on his chest, calling his name as he pounded up into your ass. Fuck, he couldn’t stop thinking about it, only making his ache worse and worse.
His mind kept drifting, and he was hating it more with every passing second until you caught his attention. It was common for you to wear his hoodies, but paired with his boxers as well?
Fuck.
He bit back the urge to whimper.
“I, uhm…” you shook your head. “I’m… y’know… I, uh, I thought I was alone.”
“I’m sorry,” Tommy murmured. “I should’ve knocked…”
“At least now I don’t have to admit I’m attracted to you,” you joked weakly, immediately regretting it when he glared at you. “Sorry.”
“No, it’s…” he swallowed thickly as he shrugged. “I’ve done the same.”
You seemed to brighten up. “You have?”
He nodded. “A lot…”
“Well…” you moved around the counter, your eyes falling on his tented jeans as you smiled. “I take it you enjoyed the show, Tommy?”
His breath hitched in his throat as he nodded slowly. “Yeah…”
You got closer, pressing yourself against the nearest counter as your eyes snapped up to meet his. “I think we should take care of it.”
Tommy let out a soft sigh, placing his hands either side of you as he trapped you between his body and the counter. “What do you mean?”
“I never got the chance to finish,” you whispered, hands resting on his belt as you bit at your lip for a second. “You never got the chance to start. Seems a little unfair.”
He hummed, slipping his hand beneath the boxers so he could grab your ass. “You really wanna do this?”
Your hips bucked, a soft breath falling from your open mouth as you nodded. “I’m tired of fantasising, aren’t you?”
“Yeah,” he agreed, slipping his finger between your cheeks and humming when he felt something wet against his skin. “You’re already lubed up?”
“I keep a little helper in the shoebox under the bed,” you admitted. “I was gonna use him once I was done playing.”
“I don’t think you’ll need him anymore,” Tommy growled, pressing his hips against yours just so you could feel how hard he was. “How many times did you think of me when you used him?”
You shrugged, slowly becoming breathless as you clung onto him. “Every time.”
“Shit…” he breathed out, withdrawing his hand from you for a second so he could unclasp his belt. “Every time?”
“Every time,” you agreed. “I’ve always wanted you, Tommy. Always… but now I fucking need you, I need you so fucking badly right now, don’t make me beg.”
Tommy nodded, swallowing thickly as he completely took his hands from you, clearing his throat. “Just one thing.”
“Anything.”
“Is it just friends?” He asked quietly. “Or something more?”
“I’d want something more,” you confessed, starting to ache from the need biting into you. “But it’s your decision.”
“So it’s something more,” he breathed out, nodding. “Fuck… I can’t, uh, I can’t… can’t talk about serious shit now.”
“Neither can I,” you laughed softly. “You wanna fuck and then talk?”
“Fuck then talk,” Tommy agreed, grabbing your hand and leading you back to the bedroom. “Like you said - you never got the chance to finish, I never got the chance to start.”
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Eddie & Venom? H and V?
This is my first ask for Eddie & Venom. I'm so excited!
H - Humiliation (does degradation and insults get them hot? do they get off on humiliating someone else? what kind of humiliation is good for them?)
Eddie isn't huge on humiliation except for calling you a little slut or his little whore. He loves the idea that you turn into a cock hungry vixen just for him and likes to tease you about how needy and desperate you get. He's a very verbal guy and loves how you keen at being called a slut. Venom got mad at him for calling you this at first until you explained to him how much Eddie degrading you a little bit turned you on. Now he encourages Eddie to call you that, even urging him to start whispering filth to you when you are out together knowing it gets you going.
Venom never wants to humiliate you. You are the most precious little human and he's absolutely smitten with you. When it's his turn with you he has no problem throwing some humiliation in Eddie's direction, though. Saying how much better equipped he is to pleasure you compared to Eddie. How Eddie could never manage to get you to cum in the same ways he can. Occasionally this gets to Eddie and you have to convince him that even though he may not make you cum in the same ways as Venom, he makes you cum in ways Venom can't. Venom always grumbles at that. You always tell them they both keep you incredibly satisfied
V - Voyeurism (do they like to watch, or are they more hands on? are they more of an exhibitionist?)
Eddie had no idea he was a fan of watching before Venom. He always thought he was too posessive for that. Maybe it's because Venom is kind of like an extension of himself, but he loves watching Venom tease you with his tongue and his tendrils/fingers. Watching you writhe and moan as the symbiote slides all over your naked body turns him on a lot. In fact if you are in the mood and initiate sex, Eddie will usually let Venom start so he can watch you cum before he has his turn with you. He loves talking to you while Venom pleasures you. Telling you how much seeing you spread out and completely at their mercy turns him on. Asking if you have any idea how hard it gets him when you arch your back like that and Venom curls around you completely. He wants you to tell him how good it feels and maybe even beg for him to join in.
Venom is less a fan of watching, but is much better behaved now that him and Eddie have worked out a deal that each of them gets their turn with you. Venom knows if he doesn't interrupt Eddie when he's fucking you, he'll get his turn much faster. Before that Venom had a habit of backseat driving or providing color commentary while Eddie was trying to concentrate on you. He will occasionally tell Eddie that you seemed to really like something if he misses a cue or help steer him in the right direction if Eddie is having a harder time making you cum.
Both of them are very big fans of you sending naughty pics or videos. Eddie likes the idea of you making a sex tape, but he has told Venom he can't be in it just in case it were to leak. The world didn't need to find out about Venom through a sex tape. Venom pouted about this until you made him a deal that he could help direct it. Both Eddie and Venom also love when you go out without panties. Venom will absolutely sneak peeks under the table and may even go in for a taste if he's feeling like he isn't getting enough attention.
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On Your Best Behaviour
Alfie Solomons x Livy (OFC) — Smutty One Shot 😈
Summary: In which Alfie attempts to be an outstanding member of his community, but Livy has other plans.
Porn with a touch of plot — 18+ only, please! Lots of smut below the cut.
A/N: This is a one shot with Alfie x Livy (the female OC from my chapter fic, Sunshine & Rainbows), but it can easily be enjoyed on its own.
TW: dubious consent (not really, but just to be safe), mild dom/sub undertones, language
Word count: 3399
Also … for the sake of fantasy, let’s assume cars in the 1920’s had bigger back seats than they do now, ok? 😉
“Now, I’m serious, love. The people you’re going to meet tonight are—Oi! Eyes up here!”
Livy giggles, biting her lip and stilling her fingers as she reluctantly brings her exploration of his broad chest to an end.
“Have you been listening to a single word I said?” asks Alfie, his tone stern, reflecting the authority he commands in all areas of his life.
All bar one, it seems.
“Yes, darling,” Livy coos, her golden eyes rolling beneath her thick lashes. “Important people, good behaviour, blah, blah, blah. I don’t know why you’re so concerned.”
“No?” scoffs Alfie, pulling her closer. His lips find her forehead, almost begrudgingly.
As is often the case, he feels torn between an overwhelming urge to bend her over his knee and an equally pressing desire to fuck her senseless. When he’s lucky, he indulges in both—a thought that has his cock stirring in his trousers—but sadly, there’s no time tonight.
“Just try for me, alright, pet?” he coaxes, dropping one more kiss before pushing her away and smacking her bum. “Now go and get ready. We haven’t got all fucking night, and I know what you’re like.”
“Alfie!” she exclaims in mock outrage before blowing him a kiss and disappearing up the stairs. “You’ll pay for that!” she threatens as she disappears into the bathroom.
Hmph. Of that, he has no doubt.
Alfie reaches for his watch, about to check it for the third fucking time, when he finally hears the click of her heels on the floorboards.
He looks up, ready to bark out a smart comment about the time, but instead, he nearly swallows his tongue.
Livy is wrapped in a green velvet gown, shoulders bared, revealing a generous glimpse of soft creamy skin. Her fiery hair is tied back, highlighting her delicate collarbones and the elegant slope of her neck. She’s breathtaking, every inch of her, from her ankles to her button nose—although right now, it’s hard for him to focus on anything beyond her scandalous fucking cleavage.
He swallows thickly at the sight of her full breasts, proudly on display, and can’t decide if he should cover her with a blanket or bend her over the sofa.
“Fucking hell, love. I told you to behave. We’re going to a fundraiser for the Jewish Community Centre. Not the Eden Club.”
Alfie drags a hand down his face, a small groan escaping his lips. He rarely attends social events but makes an exception for this one out of respect for his dear departed mother. Just once a year, he shows up as a respectable member of the community.
But tonight, it’s the last place he wants to be.
First, there’s the yentas, gossipy old women who will have a field day with Livy. It’s bad enough that he’s bringing a shiksa to a Jewish event but in that dress? Tongues will be wagging for months.
Alfie rarely concerns himself with the opinions of others, but his head aches just thinking about the incessant chatter. Not to mention the leering old men, who will surely get an eyeful tonight. His hands fist at the thought, but at the same time, how can he blame them for looking? She’s so fucking beautiful, always, but tonight, she burns impossibly brighter.
His gaze returns to her voluptuous body, like a moth to the flame. He takes in every curve, simultaneously loving and cursing that damn dress, before settling on her full, red lips—
— and it’s the mischievous grin he finds there that has him shaking his head.
Alfie can tune out the busybodies, and it only takes one look from the Mad Baker to stamp out any lingering stares. But it’s Livy, with her pouting lips and wide eyes, that worries him most. She can be an evil temptress; a she-devil whose favourite game is teasing him to the brink of insanity, and from the look in her eyes, he knows to expect trouble tonight.
As if reading his thoughts, she reaches for his waist, but he gently smacks her arm away.
“Livy, I’m fucking warning you—“
“What, Alfie?” she asks innocently.
Or perhaps more accurately, devilishly, because she knows exactly what she’s doing, biting her lip and batting her fucking lashes. Livy takes full advantage of his distraction, slipping a hand down the front of his trousers.
He hisses at the contact, instinctively leaning into her palm as she wraps her fingers around him. He’s already at half mast, thanks to that evil fucking dress, and it only takes a few strokes before he’s fully, almost painfully, aroused.
Livy smirks, looking far too pleased with herself. “You sure you don’t want help with that?” she whispers as she leans forward, nipping gently at his ear.
Alfie grits his teeth, biting back the urge to lift her hips and drive her into the fucking wall. On any other night, he’d already be balls deep, buried between her thick thighs, and the thought has his cock twitching in her hand.
He’s two seconds away from accepting her offer—because Alfie Solomons is not the type to deny himself something he wants—but then he sees her smug grin and changes his mind.
Two can play at this fucking game.
With a growl, he removes her hand and stomps off, ignoring the fit of giggles erupting behind him. Tonight they will go to this fucking gala, and he’ll be a good Jewish son, an upstanding fucking citizen, a goddamn gentleman even… at least until they get home.
Then he’ll have Livy on her knees, begging and crying for his cock, like the filthy fucking minx she is.
They should have fucking walked.
Once in the car, in that small, confined space where he had no choice but to sit close, with their hips pressed and her sweet scent flooding his nostrils—Alfie started to question the wisdom of his plan.
There was nowhere to run, and they both knew it. As soon as the door shut, Livy crawled up his lap, pinning him down with her soft thighs and full breasts. Resistance was pointless, so he didn’t bother trying.
Instead, he buried his tongue down her throat, groaning at the taste of her. Livy’s always so warm and welcoming, her soft body moulding perfectly around his, and it’s one of the many things he loves about her.
She feels like coming home.
At least, she does most of the time. Tonight, she feels more like a fucking torture chamber.
The way she rolls her hips against his painfully swollen cock, knowing full well it will be hours before he can find any relief, is fucking diabolical. If he had any sense, he’d push her away, but the Big Bad Baker is a Dumb Fucking Cunt whenever she’s around. So he grips her hips and pulls her closer.
Livy whimpers softly, and it should give him a dose of satisfaction to hear she’s as affected as he is—but it’s the same sound she makes when his face is buried deep between her thighs. And well, that vision certainly doesn’t make things any easier.
Neither do her fingers, which are untucking his shirt and releasing his trousers. Fuck, she’s persistent. He’s wondering how much more he can take when the car suddenly comes to a stop.
“We’ve arrived,” announces Ishmael, who has the good sense to avoid all eye contact.
“Splendid!” exclaims Livy as she slides off his lap and cheerfully bounds out the door, not bothering to wait for assistance.
Alfie, on the other hand, needs a second to catch his fucking breath. He tucks himself into his waistband, noticing with some chagrin that he’s leaking like a schoolboy before uncomfortably storming after her.
“Keep the car close,” he barks over his shoulder as the door slams shut.
The small hall is tastefully decorated with white linen and fresh flowers. Each year, the fundraiser attracts a “who’s who” of the Jewish elite, and Alfie knows his mum would be proud to see her son taking his place among them.
But with some shame, he thanks god she isn’t here—because there are some things that no mother should ever fucking see.
Livy might be the light of his life, but tonight she’s pure evil. Leaning forward on every possible occasion, presenting him with a generous glimpse of those perfect fucking tits; squeezing a bit closer than necessary, dragging her round arse over his weeping cock; and worst of all, the speeches.
Oh, the fucking speeches.
While the chairman of something or another went on and on about his achievements, puffing about like a peacock, poor Alfie was suffering through the most deviant torture of his not-so-young life. They were sat at a large round table, draped in a long white tablecloth, and Livy being Livy, took full advantage of the situation.
Her nibble fingers found him within minutes of sitting and went on to stroke him to damn near completion—at which point Alfie resorted to a theatrical coughing fit to cover the growl escaping his lips as he summoned the strength to push her away.
After that, he had the somewhat brilliant idea to exact revenge with his hand up her skirt. And in fairness, it paid off (sort of). The high-cut slit of her evil fucking dress provided easy access, as did her complete lack of undergarments. But it was only when he found her warm, wet centre, his thick fingers gliding through her dripping folds, that he realised his mistake.
The feel of her, quivering and practically gushing around him, did nothing to ease the painful ache in his balls. Instead, it made everything ten times worse—and then a hundred times worse because Livy (proving yet again that she is a wicked fucking temptress) began to clench around his fingers.
Fuck.
Everything in the room fades away, his senses too busy imagining her on all fours, thighs spread wide, wet and willing in front of him. He can practically hear the crack of his hand as it connects with her round flesh; he can see the perfect way her arse wobbles in the aftermath; and he can feel the sweet relief when he finally slides home….
Alfie quickly removes his hand before he embarrasses himself.
The speeches are over and thank fucking god. It’s almost late enough to leave without raising suspicion.
Livy is by his side, looking for all the world like a perfect lady (albeit a scantily dressed one), but then she leans over and whispers in his ear, revealing her true nature.
“When we get in the car, darling, I want you to fuck my face.”
Alfie nearly chokes, sputtering on his drink. Livy coos and rubs his back, her voice sickly sweet.
“There, there, Alfie. That’s right, my love. Save the choking for me.”
Evil fucking minx.
His mind races with all the ways he’s going to punish her for this—thoughts that aren’t exactly helping his obvious arousal—but he’s beyond fucking caring. Alfie checks his watch one final time before roughly grabbing her by the elbow.
“We’re leaving,” he grunts, practically dragging her out the door.
“But Alfie!” Livy protests. “Shouldn’t we say our goodbyes?”
“I’ll send a cheque tomorrow. Now fucking move.”
They’re barely around the block when he leans forward, tapping Ishmael on the shoulder with his cane.
“Stop the car. Wait outside.”
Alfie’s voice is deadly calm but far from reassuring. Any air of respectability is long gone, along with his patience, replaced by something dark, almost feral. When he turns to face her, he looks every inch the dangerous gangster, the violent king of Camden Town.
Livy licks her lips, her pale skin trembling with a mix of nerves and anticipation, and Alfie‘s lips curl under his thick beard. He let her have her fun, and now it’s his turn. He plans to make the most of it.
“Open your fucking mouth,” he commands.
His fingers thread through her flaming hair, dislodging the remaining pins, as he yanks her out of her seat. Alfie’s rough, but he doesn’t miss her slight smile, letting him know she’s exactly where she wants to be. That’s my good girl, he thinks, knowing it won’t be long until he wipes that look off her pretty face. He pauses to appreciate the view before freeing his cock and shoving it down the back of her throat.
His hips jerk as he’s enveloped in her warm wet mouth, the long-awaited pleasure washing over him in waves, only intensifying when he hears her gag and sputter. He snarls, tightening his grip and pinning her in place a moment longer before finally letting her up for air. Livy pulls back, gasping softly, looking up at him from beneath her long, thick lashes.
He briefly wonders how she manages to look so innocent and filthy at the same fucking time, but then she lowers her head, and he couldn’t care less.
After hours of relentless teasing, it’s clear he’s not going to last very long, but that’s fine. This is just the start of what he has planned for tonight, and if Livy has to wait a bit longer for her own satisfaction, all the fucking better. She wants to play games, so games they’ll play—until every inch of her is thoroughly used and abused, and she’s a wet, begging mess.
Starting right fucking now.
“Wider,” Alfie orders, releasing her hair and roughly gripping her jaw. When she doesn’t respond immediately, he gives her a short, sharp smack to the side of her face.
Livy gasps around his cock, but listens, stretching her lips obscenely wide. He hums, catching the dampness at the corner of her mouth and smearing it down her chin with his thumb. His balls tighten in anticipation.
“Don’t make me repeat myself,” he warns. “Now, be a good girl. Hands on my thighs.”
This time she doesn’t hesitate, and he growls with satisfaction, grabbing the back of her head and thrusting forward. A long, guttural moan escapes from his chest, along with a string of barely coherent curses, as she bobs up and down his aching cock.
He needs this, needs her, so fucking badly, and she takes him so well. As promised, Livy lets him fuck her face, moaning for more even as her eyes water and saliva drips from her red, swollen lips.
“You’re such a greedy little thing, ain’t ya, love? Desperate for my cock? Well don’t worry. Daddy will take care of you.”
He bucks his hips, hard, and she chokes before muttering something incomprehensible.
It’s that sound that pushes him over the edge. He grips her head and unloads down the back of her throat, ropes of thick cum that just keep coming, but Livy takes it all, sucking eagerly, hungrily, until he has to physically push her away.
“Easy, love, easy,” he pants as she brushes his sensitive tip, catching the last drop of his release on her tongue. Livy sits back on her heels and cocks her head slightly, eyes pleading, before moving to straddle his lap.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he grunts, quickly regaining control and pushing her back in her seat. “You can sit and wait like a good girl.” His voice drops. “Make daddy happy, and maybe I’ll let you cum tonight.”
Livy whimpers as Alfie bangs on the window, signalling for Ishmael.
Alfie can’t remember the last time he enjoyed himself quite this much.
He gets up from where he’s been kneeling between Livy’s thighs and wipes his mouth on his forearm. There are tears leaking from the corners of her eyes and sweaty wisps of scarlet hair stuck to her forehead. She’s trembling, making low keening sounds, muffled behind the soft fabric balled in her mouth.
“Well, that’s one way to finally shut you up,” he chuckles, admiring his handiwork before running a thick ringed finger through her dripping slit. Livy jerks violently as he brushes against her swollen bud, desperately seeking the friction and release she’s been chasing for hours.
“Now, what did I tell you about staying still?” Alfie scolds as his tone darkens. “I thought you were going to behave yourself. Are you a good girl, Livy?”
She nods frantically, but Alfie shakes his head.
“Nah, pet. I don’t think you are. Not yet, anyway. It looks like daddy needs to teach you another lesson.”
Livy’s eyes go wide, and she wrestles against him, but he easily overpowers her. “Shush now,” he mutters, pressing a gentle kiss against her damp forehead. He tenderly strokes the side of her face, tracing down the curve of her body before suddenly flipping her on her stomach.
Livy whimpers softly but lies perfectly still.
“Ah, she’s learning. Now lift your arse for me.”
She quickly obeys, and Alfie sits back on his heels, admiring the view. He’s rock fucking hard and, in truth, nearly as desperate as she is. But after the stunt she pulled tonight, he refuses to give in. He can hold off a bit longer if it means more of her, boneless and begging.
“Open up for me, pet,” he barks, slapping her thighs to spread her legs wider.
Livy does as directed, and her pitiful little whines are music to his ears. Alfie continues his relentless teasing, tracing her lips but stubbornly avoiding her aching clit. He leans forward, allowing himself one more glorious taste as he licks her from hole to hole—before bringing his palm down, cracking hard against her soft, round flesh.
A beautiful pink mark flushes on her pale skin, and he traces it with his finger. He can feel the tension in her muscles and knows how hard she’s working to stay still. For him. Fuck. He raises a hand and smacks the other cheek, leaving a twin stain.
She can’t hold back her cry this time, and he reaches up, forcing her to face him. Livy’s eyes are red-rimmed, there’s snot dripping from her nose, and all he can think is she’s never looked so fucking perfect. Alfie pulls the gag from her mouth, and his heart stops when he hears her tiny voice, just above a whisper.
“Alfie, please.”
And just like that, all games are off.
He spins her back around, cradling her gently in his arms as he kisses away her tears. Livy reaches for him, desperately weaving her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer, clinging to him like he’s the only thing keeping her from drowning.
Their eyes lock, and his breath catches as he hitches her leg over his hip, finally giving her what they’ve both been waiting all night for.
Livy cries out as he fills her, and Alfie bites his cheek so hard he can taste blood. She’s never felt so hot, so tight, so wet around him … and oh fuck. She’s heaven, and she’s hell, and now she’s clenching him so tightly he forgets to breathe.
With what feels like his last conscious thought, he finds her swollen clit, and it only takes a few steady strokes before everything explodes. She drives her heels into the mattress and arches her back, pulling him deeper as she shatters around him. He quickly follows, burying his face in her neck, calling her name as his hips jerk and his mind goes blank.
Alfie finally collapses against her chest, feeling rather breathless and boneless himself. Livy’s hands have resumed their never-ending exploration of his broad shoulders, lazily stroking his skin as his heart returns to normal.
“Are you ok, love?” he asks, lifting his head to scan her over, checking her carefully for any marks requiring attention.
“Of course, darling! Better than ok,” she giggles, her voice thick like honey. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
Alfie smiles because this beautiful, wicked, perfect woman never fails to surprise him. Livy raises an eyebrow before shaking her head and continuing to chat away.
“You know, Alfie, you were so worried about tonight. But I think it’s been quite a success, don’t you agree? Who knew one could have so much fun at the Jewish Community Centre?”
He groans, thinking about the damage control he’ll have to do after tonight and makes a mental note to add an extra zero to his annual donation. Livy is going to cost him a fucking fortune—and quite possibly his sanity—but as she pulls him down for another kiss, he knows she is absolutely, categorically worth it.
A/N: This is my first one shot (and probably the smuttiest thing I’ve written) so let me know if you enjoyed it!
Also, if you want to read more about Alfie and Livy, here is my masterlist.
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Makeup Sex with Eddie Brock
Warnings ⚠️ SMUT
Minors DNI
"Wait, come on! I'm sorry, okay?" Eddie said, following you down the stairs of his apartment complex.
You round on him, seething with rage. "No! How many times have I told you to stop texting Anne?"
"Look. Baby, we're just friends, honest!" He said, tripping over the last step.
Why is he so God damn adorable? It's hard to stay mad at him.
"Eddie, you almost married this woman. You can't just get rid of your feelings for her. You are texting her because you can't let go!"
Eddie looked nervously around and waved awkwardly to one of his neighbors, "Hey, how are you, Mrs. Lawrence?" You can tell he's embarrassed.
"Goodbye, Eddie," you said, leaving him a worried mess on the landing.
After you left, Eddie walks back to his apartment, goes straight to his room, and falls face first into the mattress. "Why am I such an idiot!" He groans into the bed.
*this is your fault, again. You have a perfectly good girl friend, why are you texting another woman* said Venom.
"What? You're the one who misses Annie, you traitor! That last text was from you!"
*I missed her. Annie isn't my ex-fiance, the rules are not the same* Venom said.
"Oh, shut up! She doesn't understand that! Ugh, I gotta make this right, or I'll lose her!" Eddie said, grabbing his phone and texting you frantically.
You ignore his texts. You're at a bar, having a drink to calm down. It's around eight pm and you and Eddie were supposed to have a date.
But you saw his phone receive a text, and you just so happened to catch who the message was from, Anne.
You certainly lost your cool, but what the hell? Weren't you enough for him?
You spend an hour out, taking in a few drinks to calm your nerves. Finally, you check your phone.
16 missed calls and 20 texts. Good lord, Eddie.
You check your voice messages: you have 9 voice messages.
Your curiosity allows you to listen to the first message.
"Hey, it's Eddie...uh, I'm sorry. That wasn't cool, I know. But it's Venom, he likes Annie. I'm trying to explain to him it's not okay...look, please call me? You are the only girl for me. I promise, just call me,m"
He sounded so sad, it broke your heart. Fine. You'd go back to his apartment.
He opens the door to find you on the other side.
"Thank God, okay, hear me out..." he tried to say. But you pushed him back inside, closing the door and locking it behind you.
"Bedroom, now please," you said, sauntering back. Eddie follows willingly.
He watches you undress, then perch yourself on the end of the bed, naked.
"Say you're sorry with that tongue of yours," you said seductively.
Eddie smiled and, in turn, removed his clothing and got between your legs. He kissed your inner thighs, then glided his tongue over to your mound.
He gave you a pleasant lick, then hooked his arms under your legs, pulling your bottom right on the edge of the mattress, burying his tongue into your core.
You rake your fingers through his hair, making sexy sounds, letting him know he's doing a good job.
Eddie is an eager boy. He always wants to please you. But sometimes he's a stupid boy who makes poor decisions.
You gently pull his head back, looking him in the eyes. He gives you his puppy dog eyes and says softly, "I'm sorry, baby."
"I know, but you've been a bad boy, so you're going to do what I tell you, okay?"
"Yes, ma'am," he said, like a good little boy.
"Good, now finish your dinner," you said, leaning back again and spreading your legs a little wider. He gave you a grin, and you giggle before he dives back in.
He obeys and cleans you up nice. He licks and sucks and brings you gushing forth over his tongue.
After your moans come to a silence, you sit up and push him down to the rug on the floor. He is hard as a rock, and you tease him with your tongue. He moans, and then you kiss his well toned abdomen.
"Fuck, baby. You gonna blow me?" He whined, sliding his fingers through your silky hair.
"Mhmmm," you purred against his base, then kiss upwards on his shaft, nipping his bell.
"Oh, god. Please, baby, don't tease me too much," he whimpered.
"But you've been bad," you said, low and sultry.
"Yeah. I have, really bad, teach Daddy a lesson," he said breathlessly.
You smile and straddle him, sinking your heat down on his erection. Eddie closed his eyes and moaned, grabbing hold of your hips.
"You like my pussy, baby? You enjoyed your meal, huh, daddy?" You purred as you began sinking up and down on him.
"Fucking delicious, I'll eat you any time," he said, bucking his hips.
You laugh softly, then close your eyes, enjoying his thick cock dividing your core.
You ride him slow, making him buck his hips from time to time, wanting to pound you harder. "No," you tell him firmly, as you sink down on him hard, pinning him to the floor.
You lean forward, slipping your fingers into his hands, and pushing them to the floor as well.
You slowly rotate your hips, and he groans with pleasure.
"Stop misbehaving, or you don't get to cum," you said, looking down at him.
"Huh, you serious?" He said, laughing nervously.
"Yes, and don't test me on what happens if you cum before I allow it," you said, kissing him deeply, shoving your tongue into his mouth, pressing the back of his head into the floor. Eddie moaned into your mouth as you pinched his nipples and clenched your cunt around him hard.
"Okay, okay, okay! Fuck, I almost came," he said, turning his head to the side.
You giggled, enjoying him wiggling below you.
"Poor baby, ask me permission to cum," you said, sitting back up, and rocking your hips again, thoroughly pleasuring yourself with his big cock.
"Please, can I cum?" He said.
"Oh, you can beg sexier than that, Eddie," you teased.
"Fuck. Yeah, yeah, sure. Uh, please mistress? Let your naughty fuck toy cum?"
"Mmmmm, sluty, you're a sluty fuck toy, baby," you said, clenching again.
Eddie whimpered out a sexy little groan and corrected himself, "Sluty! Fuck, yeah. I'm a sluty little fuck toy, mama. Let me cum, please?"
His voice was strained, she knew he was at his limit, so she rode him, letting him cum.
Afterward, both showered and dressed in your pajamas, Eddie was rubbing your feet on the couch while you watched TV.
"That was fucking amazing sex. Maybe I should piss you off more," he said, grinning.
"Watch it pal. Any more shenanigans from you and I'll have to peg your sweet little ass," you said.
Eddie's eyes widened, "Um, okay. I'll be on my best behavior then," he said, nodding with commitment.
"Good boy," you said, winking.
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