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Sirius x Reader

Prompt: 10. Where’s your shirt?

Warnings: light smut?

“Y/n baby please, I’m desperate,” Sirius begged and you let out a laugh.

“Yeah well what else is new,”

“Ooh, she got you there Padfoot!” James hollered from a few feet away in the common room, to which Sirius ignored.

“Please I need your help, or I will fail this herbology test!”

“Alright, only because you asked so nicely,” you said with an eye roll.

“Thank you y/n, you’re a goddamn angel! Heaven on earth really,” Sirius said grabbing your hand kissing it. You couldn’t help but blush, and so you turned away.

“We should work someplace quieter, I’ll meet you in your dorm in 5 minutes.” You called over your shoulder, heading as quickly as you could up to your dorm to grab your books (and collect yourself).

You couldn’t see but Sirius didn’t take his eyes off you until you were out of sight. On his face was the giddiest smile. Meanwhile, you were trying to calm the butterflies in your stomach. Calm down! It’s just Sirius, you joke around all the time! It’s not like anything is gonna happen between you guys, Sirius hits on anyone with a pulse, it doesn’t mean anything. Right?

You walked into his room, textbook in hand, to find Sirius leaning against his wall completely shirtless. You always thought he was cute, but quidditch had done him well. His lean body was now toned, with strong arms that were often covered under rolled up robes. You could see his deep v line poking out from his pants. His eyes lit up as you walked in and he smirked seeing you in the doorway.

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A/N: Let us kick off autumn season with everyone’s favourite pirate! This Imagine is based on requests from @manymanycupsoftea and two anons. This is probably not entirely historically accurate or more than a fluffy piece of even more fluff but… Have fun! 🎃😋

Words: 1913 Warnings: fluff, anxiety (fear of thunderstorms)

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Maze runner ~ Sleepover with the boys Part 2 let the games begin ~

First if all sorry this took so bloody long to update. I know i should have updated this sooner but i was a bit caught up in schooling. But here you go hope you like it shank.

Minho: Well!! Go on Thomas

Gally: Yeah what we betting on

Thomas: Well we have to get rid of Alby firts, but i dont know bout you lot but i plan make Y/N mine by the end of tonight.

Minho: As if

Newt: i still don't think this is right

Gally: Then prepare to lose

Chuck: i don't want anything to do with this but leave Alby up to me (wow thats the most contradiction i've seen in once sentence)

Thomas: Fine fine ill make it more realistic, lets just have fun with Y/N

Newt: Are bloody mad!!!

Minho: Deal! She'll be with me boys...

Gally:...i dont know isn't that just like using her?

Thomas: Not if she likes it *smirks*

Newt: I swear one day i will hit you and i wont be sorry *glares*

Minho: i dont see a problem in it? She's single, were all single i hope...so what's the harm???

Newt: i guess your right...but still!

Y/N: Hi Guys!!! *burst into room*

*boys are all shokith*

Y/N: Omg you guys are having a meeting without me!! Rude! Also where is Alby?

*all the boys look at one another*

Thomas: uuuummmm

Newt: He's tending to something important

Y/N: *hears screaming* Is...that Chuck?!

Newt: NO! its just a a aaa Goat!

Y/N: What......?

Thomas: Yeah Winston's been teaching his pet goat new tricks. *smiles awkwardly*

Gally: Y/N i missed you *walks over wrapping you up in a warm bear hug*

Y/N: *blushes intensely, enjoy how warm and cosy the hug is*

*Gally looks over his shoulder and the boys who looked pissed*

Gally: *breaks hug, grabbing your hand dragging you over to the group* Come on sit we have a lot of stuff planned this evening.

*the two of you sat nice and close to each other*

Y/N: Why are you guys so tense??? *you look over seeing all of them Glaring at Gally and then at one another*

Y/N: Are you guys like telepathic or some shit!!!

Newt: Oh no we are just having very intense staring contest!

Y/N: Why?

Minho: No reason, don't worry your pretty little head of sweet pea. *Minho throws a wink at you, of course you blush*

Gally: Alright Thomas! What do we do first?

Thomas: Well i got some options

Thomas:...we got truth or dare, hide and seek, murder in the dark and 7 minutes in heaven...

Y/N: ....*blushes in tensely*

Minho: You nervous? *smirks*

Gally: Don't be beautiful

Newt: Its your choice Y/N....

Sorry i haven't been updating. But im back, also comment which one of these do you want in the next chapter (truth or dare, hide and seek, murder in the dark or 7 mins in heaven.)

Thunder [Gally]

Gally x fem! reader

Summary: The reader is afraid of thunders so Gally helps her with that. Kinda

Word count: 306

Warnings: none

Gally felt uncomfortable when your legs entangled with his under the covers. It was more than obvious that Gally had never experienced sleeping next to someone, so that gesture made him uncomfortable.

He tried to pull away a little, but you clung to his shirt and he gave up.

There were thunders at the glade and you could even see the sky light up from the lightning. You jumped up as thunder struck very close to the place where you were sleeping; you walked over to the boys’ sleeping area and, kicking Gally lightly, asked him to let you sleep with him

“It’s just a thunder, go back to sleep” he told you with no intention of leaving you a space next to him. However he noticed the fear in your eyes and clucking his tongue he made you some you space. “I guess we can sleep together just for tonight.”

You nodded and that’s where Gally knew he had made a mistake cuz immediately after you had fallen asleep, your whole body began to move closer to his and therefore invading his personal space. It didn’t bother him at all cause the contact felt good, but the feeling of sharing his things with someone else seemed a little awkward to him.

“Well” he said in a whisper “I guess everything mine is yours now.”

Then he felt the need to put one of his arms over your shoulders and another over your waist in a protective embrace, deciding that he would be there to take care of you always.

Your body was able to relax and soon the uncomfortable feeling was gone. You smiled between dreams and squeezed his body even tighter with yours.

Yeah, Gally could get used to that for the rest of his life.

Barrel's Goddess

{Kaz Brekker x reader}

Summary: You are an old friend of Kaz Brekker and pay him a visit after seven months. You're also a legend in the Barrel.

Warnings: Threat through a dagger.

Part 2: https://alcottsangel.tumblr.com/post/652174516567572480/barrels-goddess-2

People either feared or adored her. There was barely any in between. She was the closest thing to a god the Barrel had.

She could kill, she could save and nobody wanted to be on her bad side.

Nobody but Kaz.

But he would never be on Y/n's bad side.

They were close since they arrived in the barrel. Both victims of the plague, both orphaned and all alone. They suddenly only had each other. So while Kaz worked his way up through the Dregs, Y/n took every job she could get. Everything, but never one that required her to stay. She would never again give up the freedom to go wherever she wanted to. Not after the plague freed her from her parents.

Kaz and Y/n were a team, wether they would ever admit it or not.

She would sneek into his attic in the night, when everyone, even Inej, was out. Nobody knew that Dirtyhands associated with the Goddess. They'd talk and laugh and Kaz would let down his mask for a few hours. For a brief moment they were just kids. But Kaz Brekker wasn't a kid.

Kaz Brekker was the Bastard of the Barrel, Kaz Brekker was Dirtyhands, most respected member of the Dregs, feared in the entire Barrel. Y/n wasn't a kid either, Y/n was a shadow, never seen and never heard, yet everyone knew her name. Some claimed her to be a god. She wasn't. Neither a god, nor a saint. Just a Heartrender with a talent for daggers and a big knowledge about venom.

But she liked the title she held.

It kept her save and her work going. Barrel Bosses liked to pay for pretty girls that were feared.

Here's the thing. It's been seven months since she has last seen Kaz. She had a job, something that took a bit longer but was payed well.

It wasn't something very dangerous, she just had to bring a bankers kid out of Ketterdam.

She hasn't told Kaz that she took the job. She never did. But she also never had a job before, that took more than a month.

So she did what she was used to.

She sneaked into his attic late at night. It was dark and smelled like parchment and wood oil.

Kaz wasn't there, but Y/n stayed anyways.

She was still in her work clothes, mask up.

But it was boring and Kaz was nowhere to be seen. The shelves caught her attention. Y/n took out the recent books to check the numbers of the Crow Club. They added up nicely, she noticed. Business was going well. Good for Kaz.

She sighed and placed it back where she took it from. Then she walked over to the writing desk. It was messy, there was a cup of coffee and the papers were scattered all over the place. So she did what she was good at. Sorting things out. Doing the work Kaz had left unmoved.

When she finished the papers from the Crow Club, Y/n walked over to the shelve again to put them where they belonged.

Out of nowhere, someone pressed her against the wall, dagger at her throat.

The person was smaller than her, clearly female. Must be Inej.

Y/n held up her arms in defence, chuckling softly. Right at the door stood Kaz, crow cane in his hand, wearing hat and coat and, of course, a suit. Handsome as always. Next to him stood a certain sharpshooter Y/n had seen every now and then. Jesper.

"Who are you and what are you looking for?" Inej asked, moving the dagger closer to Y/n.

She looked over to Kaz again, right into his eyes. That Bastard knew it was her and didn't say a word. "I'm an old friend." She finally confessed. Inej took down her masked, looking into the soft face of a women that wasn't a day older than they were. The Suli girl looked back to Kaz, who obviously had no intention in clearing the situation, so she turned back to

Y/n. "Who are you?" She asked again, slowly.

"They tell me I'm a god." Y/n smiled sweetly.

Inej understood immediately. Only one person in the entire barrel would answer to the question with that. Inej wasn't sure if she actually existed or if it was just a rumour, but now she stood in front of her.

"Let her go, Wraith. She's on our side."

"I'm on no side, Kaz." Y/n said, finally being freed from Inej's dagger.

"Well who would've thought Kaz actually has friends we don't know about." Jesper laughed, packing away the gun he held towards her. "She's not my friend." Kaz assured. Y/n laughed.

"Hell I am. He just can't get rid of me."

"I did, for seven months." Kaz smirked slightly.

"Oh come on, Brekker. I had a job, you don't get to take the credit for my absence."

While Kaz sat down at his table, Jesper held up his hand for her to shake. "Nice to meet someone who can get Mister Hardfeelings to smirk. My name is-" She took his hand. "Jesper Fahey. I know. And you're Inej Ghafa. I'm Y/n. That's it, nothing more to me."

Inej looked at her in amazement.

"The entire Barrel talks about you. They say you're a saint." She said respectfully.

She turned to Kaz, who still smirked, and laughed loudly.

"I'm not a saint. I don't even believe in them. I don't need saints as long as I'm considered a god. You can't get more respect than that."

Y/n sat down on a small couch, making herself comfortable. "I've looked through the books. Did a bit of your paperwork. Things are going good, Brekker."

Kaz started going through the things Y/n had done. He nodded in agreement. "They are."

"So, are you gonna tell us why you're just casully chatting while we never even knew that the Barrels Goddess even existed, or are you just gonna leave this unaddressed?" Jesper asked, pointing between Kaz and Y/n.

"Get out Jesper." Kaz said, without looking up.

"No further questions asked." Jesper answered, nodding towards the door so Inej followed him.

She did, smiling towards Y/n.

Y/n smiled back. She liked the Wraith. She liked Jesper too. Kaz always trusted the right people.

After the door was closed, Kaz finally looked up again. "You enjoyed me pinned against the wall, huh?" Y/n chuckled. "No, I just had to get back at you for the timeout. You could've at least said something." He turned back to the papers. "Ah damn, don't act all worried now."

Kaz looked up again, holding eye contact to her for a moment. "So Darling, tell me what you've done the last seven months?"

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Laced Around Your Throat

Summary: Your Mob boyfriend knows that the only thing that looks even better than his hand around your throat is his custom made necklace. You’re his girl and the world needs to know it. 

Pairing: Mafia!Steve x Reader, Mafia!Bucky x Reader

Word count: 2.5K 

𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Smut, 18+, Minors DNI, possessive behavior, exhibitionism, voyeurism,  cockwarming, oral (m receiving), fingering (x 2), choking, very brief daddy kink (mentioned once)

 𝘉𝘦𝘵𝘢’𝘥 by the wonderful @whisperlullaby​, 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘸𝘯

𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 (𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵) However no permission given to copy, translate, rewrite or post any parts of my stories anywhere (reblogs are great). 

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A/N: Requested. 

Steve runs New York with an iron fist, sharing his wealth and power with his best friend Bucky. His legitimate businesses are lucrative fronts for the state’s largest criminal organizations. Rumors run rampant through the boroughs about the golden hair CEO and the mysterious brunet known only to the public as the Winter Soldier, however, no one dares to say anything too loud.

No one is brave enough to risk his wrath. Louder than the rumors of the mob boss are the whispers about what happens to his enemies. 

He has the police in his pocket, the governor on speed dial, and senators begging for a meeting. 

While people know of Steve Rogers, very few know the man behind his meticulously crafted façade. 

Steve has worked hard to keep his name away from his more nefarious dealings, content to let others take credit for his handiwork. It’s easier for him to rule when people are unaware of everything that he owns. His privacy is more important to him than the notoriety that comes with his status. 

There is one thing, one person, he does claim. 

You.

Oh, Steve loves you. You belong to him. His feral need to claim you that grows more powerful each day. He’s not happy until he’s fucked you senseless, so thoroughly and deeply, that you feel him long after he’s slipped out of your tight warm pussy, his passionate lovemaking leaves you wearing his marks all over your soft thighs and chest. 

It’s a vicious cycle, seeing you marked up makes him want to mark you even more. Hearing you scream out his name as he fucks you makes him go harder until you’re wrecked, overstimulated and limp on the bed. A vicious cycle that you can’t get enough of. Neither can he. 

But nothing compares to how his hand curves perfectly around your throat, your skin painted with bruises from his thick fingers, lips, and teeth. Steve knows only one thing will look better around your throat. 

His name. 

He had the necklace designed by a French artist and handcrafted by an Italian jeweler. The black diamonds woven throughout the collar enhanced the colorful crimson rubies, his name etched in the braided tassel that could be split apart and attached to the ends of the necklace, hanging in loops over your collarbone. 

Or it can be left down, dropping between your breasts, his name twisting with each sway of the chain. When Steve saw how perfectly it fit on you, he knew it was worth every penny, he would spend millions to have more commissioned for you. His girl. 

The night he put it on you, seeing his name on against your skin changed something in him. His alpha side reaching new heights. You watched in awe and heady anticipation as he swiftly removed his clothes, ordering you to stay still. 

“Sweetheart, now is not the time to tease me, I can’t be responsible for what I’ll do.” He swore, his voice deepening the longer he stared at you. 

Steve’s hands trembled with the urge to choke you, his desire to be inside you overwhelming his senses, all he could see was you splayed on his gigantic bed, naked and ready for him. The necklace glinting under the lights; the sight fraying his barely there control. When you tugged on it, murmuring his name, he snapped. 

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Change - Sheldon Cooper

Pairing: Sheldon Cooper x Reader

Characters: Sheldon Cooper, Leonard Hofstadter, Howard Wolowitz, Raj Koothrappali

Warnings: N/A

Request: N/A

Word Count: 605

Author: Hannah

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kaz brekker shares his clothes with you

request: ok but hear me out,,, kaz letting his s/o wear his clothes as a form on intimacy over touching and the crows start picking up on it-

a/n: ANON U ABSOLUTE GENIUS this is relatively short because i couldn’t expand it but here

you realized early on that kaz really loved his clothes 

of course he did 

they say more about him than he says about himself sometimes 

but you also realized that he liked you in his clothes more 

you’d been sitting on his bed, reading a book 

you had looked at the time and realized it was probably time for you to head back to your own room

it was part of your routine 

though you and kaz worked together to help him overcome his fear of skin on skin contact 

you hadn’t been able to sleep in his bed yet

kaz looked up from his place at his desk 

he looked 

disappointed 

that you were leaving 

you had given him a small smile, making your way to the door 

“wait” he said, as your hand turned the knob 

“yeah kaz?”

“um i was wondering if you wanted this”

you looked back at him 

and he was holding a way too large black t-shirt 

with a white little crow embroidered in the corner 

“it was a gift and now it’s too big and i don’t want to throw it away because someone could take it so i was thinking maybe you-”

“yeah kaz i’d love to have your t-shirt”

his whole face had been red as he handed you the t-shirt 

it quickly became your favorite sleeping t-shirt 

one t-shirt turned into two and then a pair of boxers 

and suddenly you had more of kaz’s clothes than your own 

nina was the first to notice your new wardrobe 

the heatrender and you were eating waffles together, catching up 

“is that kaz’s jacket?” she gasped randomly 

you looked down at the black leather jacket you’d taken from kaz last week 

you blushed profusely before slowly nodding you head 

“y/n! this is important information! kaz brekker does not share clothes, he must really love you.”

nina has happily teased you the rest of your breakfast date 

jesper and wylan were next to notice 

but for fairy obvious reasons 

the four of you were sitting in kaz’s office

brainstorming out the next job for the dregs 

you made a move to grab kaz’s hand 

just for the comfort of it 

like you did sometimes

but it seemed that day was particularly difficult for kaz 

because he pulled his hand away, flinching 

you tried to hide your disappointment by quickly going back to looking at the papers in front of you 

you didn’t want to make kaz feel bad for setting his boundaries 

after a few seconds you felt a tap on your shoulder 

you turned and saw kaz holding out the hoodie he was just wearing 

for you 

his eyes said something like ‘here, a sign of peace’

you put it on and kaz looked pleased, going back to his work as well

you looked at wylan and jesper then, having forgotten they were there

the two of them stared in utter disbelief between you and kaz 

“that was weirdly cute” wylan had smiled 

“merchling, that was fucking adorable why lie.” jesper responded, holding a hand over his heart 

you snickered and stole a glance at kaz 

who was already looking at you 

the next was inej 

you were alone in your room 

reading a novel 

when the suli girl made her way through your window silently 

you only realized she was there when she was right in front of you 

“hey inej, what’s up?”

you expected an update on a mission or her asking to hang out in your room 

instead she held out her hand, holding one of kaz’s beanies 

that he almost never wore but always smelled like him 

“kaz told me to give this to you”

she had a knowing smile on her face

you blushed and grabbed the hat from her hand 

“thank you inej” you whispered 

before she left her room she turned to you 

“kaz has his own way of demonstrating his love, im glad this time it isn’t violent gestures” she laughed and slipped out of the room 

matthias was the last to notice the advancement in your relationship with kaz 

you and the crows were sitting playing a board game 

you were wearing not only kaz’s t-shirt but his jacket 

matthias had been starting at you for a while, his eyes narrowed 

you let out a sigh

“matthias why are you staring at me, you can’t kill me with a glance you know?” you teased the druskelle 

he looked at your eyes and then at the other crows who were now paying attention 

“kaz wore that shirt yesterday”

you nodded and bit your lip 

“so you wear kaz’s clothes now?” he asked 

everyone else said “yeah” in unison, not even letting you answer 

matthias looked around shocked 

“so everyone knew but me?”

nina put a comforting hand on her boyfriend’s shoulder 

“yes you big beautiful idiot”

all of you laughed 

everyone went back to playing the game 

but you looked for kaz’s eyes

and he was already looking for yours 

you shared a knowing glance 

you liked wearing his clothes too 

THE AMOUNT OF TIME I SPENT LOOKING FOR THIS FIC IS INSANE

AND IT NEVER DISAPPOINTS

Honestly I'd die for any alfie x reader x Tommy smut... but I'd love a part 2 of your last wife!reader fic❤❤

Thank you for the request! Sorry this took so long! Kept second guessing my self. I really struggled with this one, but I think it turned out okay.

Hope you enjoy! XO

Warnings: Sex! Anal, vaginal, people in a room having & watching sex, Reader is put in distressing situation, Alfie to the rescue, Reader cries & has a bit of a tantrum.

Part one: https://padfootdaredmetoo.tumblr.com/post/667627654991790080/can-you-write-something-with-possessive-tommy-and

Russians were insane. Really fucking insane. Tommy had dragged you into this madhouse. First they stripped you down naked and looked you over for tattoos.

Your face had never been redder, standing in front of these ladies. The fact that Tommy sat on the desk, cigarette hanging out of his mouth, eyes ravishing your naked form only made it much worse.

Their eyes were cold, and you knew that they were probably trying to find something about your body to be nasty about. But they kept their mouths shut, despite the feeling you got from their gaze.

You redressed quickly, happy to be standing next to your husband. He placed his hand on your low back, to steady you.

Then they dragged you away from him.

They said this was going to be a dinner, meet his wife, then some trip into a special cellar to look at some jewels, easy in and easy out. Home by 9. He warned you that it would be strange, but to stay close to him and it would be alright. But now they are separating you.

But things never went easy with Tommy. Life put him through the worst, and now he was dragging you along at his side. Not that you cared. You wanted to be at his side no matter where he went or how bad things got.

But this. This was bad.

“I will take you through to the party, we can drink while they talk business.” The woman strutted into the room in her undergarments, prouder than anyone you had ever seen before. Your whole body tensed up, you looked up to Tommy. His eyes were dark, but the message was clear as day. Obey.

The room seemed to think it was amusing that I would look to my husband for permission.

You didn’t want to go anywhere without him. Every cell in your body burned with warning, this was very bad.

You let the woman snake her arm in yours and you moved away from Tommy, from any kind of sanity.

The room was dimly lit, and were people engaged in all sorts of sexual acts. The room was heavy with smoke and booze. The inescapable smell of sex, make your throat close up.

What the absolute fuck were you supposed to do.

The tall woman sat you on the couch and handed you a fresh bottle of vodka.

“Thank you” You said absently, still in shock of what your eyes were seeing. You took a sip of the fiery liquid and let it burn your throat, all this to be polite. But how much was going to be asked of you? You scanned the room, men and women looked at you with the eyes of wolves. Suddenly everyone was desperate to squash that innocence and obvious aversion out of you.

A man came over, he didn't speak but sat next to you. You gave him a little nod having another mouthful of the clear liquid, he wasn’t here to drink together though. His thick fingers ran down the side of your face and down your neck. Your body involuntarily started to shake. You were repulsed by this sex, in honesty you’d dreamed up parties like this in your naughty head. But being forced into one with no notice, alone, was enough to almost push your body into shock. Your mind started to race, how the fuck were you going to fight your way out of here?

Another sip. And your prayers were answered, well sort of…

“Fuck sakes. This just ain't right mate. Nothing sacred about this, fucking feral.” A familiar voice boomed. He surveyed the room and then his eyes landed on you, all the humor left his composure as he took in the situation, and the terrified look on your face.

Fire flashed in his eyes, a dark possessiveness moved across his face like a storm rolling across the sea.

A woman approached him with a bottle, but his face told her where she could stick it, she fluttered past him as if it hadn't happened. The people in the room surveyed him as he made his way across the room towards you. He was huge, by far the biggest person in the room.

“Now what little bird do we have here, eh?” He awkwardly put his bulky frame between you and the man, making him get up and leave. He put his thick arm around your shoulders and you slid into his hulking frame. “You're definitely not what I expected, love” He took the bottle from your slender fingers and placed it on the side table.

One of the men barked something at you in Russian causing you to grab Alfie’s leg. He only barked something back, his voice booming.

“You speak Russian?” You whispered, unable to release your grip on his leg.

“Me mum, because of my mum.” His voice was tense and his eyes stayed focused on the man who had shouted at you.

“What are they saying about me?”

“Things only I should say to you.” He whispered in your ear.

The flush covering your face darkened, a sudden tension making itself known between your legs. You had pressed every bit of yourself against him as humanly possible without climbing into his lap. He could feel the fear radiating off of you, and the other stuff too probably.

“You want to give them a show then? I couldn't give a single fuck about what they want. But I do want you.” His words made you think back to that night in London, a heat spread through your whole body. Without a word you hitched your dress up and straddle his thick thighs.

You loved the way your body pressed up against his. Your back was turned to the room, but you had a deep trust in Alfie. He’d brought you a safety that allowed the vodka to flow in your veins. Everything relaxed as you focused in on his touch. His broad, strong hands ran up your back.

“Missed this, I did.” He murmured, placing kisses up your neck. The room seemed to be consumed with the two of you. You wanted to know why, but the intoxication kept shame and worry far from your body.

He finally kissed your lips, drinking you in. You let out a loud moan as his large hand came up to roughly palm your left breast.

His other hand made its way home between your legs. Slipping under the band of your soaked panties. He worked your clit slowly, driving all thoughts of the horrible place from your mind.

His hand made its way around your throat and you fully let go. He had you now, no reason to keep yourself on this planet. Whatever happened to you that night would be at Alfie’s hand.

Once the tears welled up in your eyes and your breath became ragged, he finally dipped his fingers inside you. He slowly pushed two thick fingers into you, curling to find the right space. You threw your head back and let out a shattering moan.

All the attention was on you, but you didn't care in the slightest. If anything it turned you on more, there was a power that came from this. Whatever they thought about you, one thing was very clear. If it was booze or sex, you could easily beat them at their own game.

Drinking and fucking was something you could do all day.

No one here had pleasure like you did. This wasn’t fake or a show. What Alfie pulled from your body was raw, unhinged, the true timeless feral energy.

They wanted to be savages, but being savage was something your body was built for.

It wasn't long before you cried out in ecstasy. Body spasming around him. You wanted more though, this orgasm only left you hungry and needy. You wanted him to destroy you in front of all these people, show them what sex was supposed to look like. Tommy be damned, the anger towards him just added to the emotions you wanted to burn off using his body.

You didn't even have to explain it to him, he was equally as enraged.

His hand landed a solid blow on your ass, it made a gorgeous sound that anyone would envy.

His fingers brought you over the edge again, your bliss taken further by the growl that escaped him as he sunk his teeth into your neck. You understood that he wanted to fuck you, but wouldn't. This was already over the line for him. He didn't share. Neither did Tommy. How they managed to come apart deep inside you was still a mystery.

Or maybe it wasn't.

The way you were observed made you feel as if maybe you were just that desirable. Maybe all those years of being told you were filthy and hell bound were wrong. Perhaps you were the embodiment of something as old as time, you were a larger part of humanity then they were with their silly books and blood thirsty faith. You denied yourself nothing.

Alfie kept you satisfied without properly satisfying you. Winding you up and then letting you crash down.

Eventually your husband came through, catching your eye just as your face contorted in pleasure, eyes screwed tight. That time it was his anger that pulled you over the edge.

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After an awkward exchange Tommy half carried you out of the place. He struggled to keep his composure, but they didn't seem bothered that you were leaving the party. You stood on the side of the road, between their parked cars. A man that Alfie had brought, probably to look at the jewels, exchanged a few words with them, then got into his own vehicle and drove off into the night.

“I'm not going. Not unless you both go back to mine.” You announced. You were angry beyond belief, and you were going to make them both feel it.

“Fuck.” Tommy was at his breaking point, temper surging through his body.

“Alright, you're a needy little thing.” Alfie called out as he got into his car. You climbed into the passenger seat of the Bentley, but you didn’t relax until you saw Alfie follow behind in the mirror.

“What the fuck happened.”

“Well you said we were going to a dinner party. And I’m a stupid cunt for believing you. I was dragged into that… that.. Fucking mess. Men and women sizing me up. Your fucking lucky he showed up. I had no fucking choice in the matter Thomas.” Your voice broke, which only made you even more angry. You wanted to scream at him, until he was exhausted. You wanted to throw things at him until he understood what he put you through.

“I didn't know.” the set of his jaw made you know he was telling the truth. He was just as angry as you were. People weren't allowed to look at you half the time, but touch you? His blood was boiling. But all you wanted to do was yell. Yell and scream, kick and fight, until there was nothing left of you.

“They would have had to drag me out of that place in a body bag, Thomas. I wasn’t going to - I wouldn't - I don't give a fuck about you either. I wouldn't do that for me.”

The rest of the car ride home was in silence. You cried, body both exhausted from everything and painfully awake with a need that possessed you. Tommy wanted no part in any of this. The whole thing was a mess put on his plate by Churchill, and his own surprising moral compass.

You felt bad about being mad at him, you knew down to your bones that he would be dead, the business burned before he let that happen to you. But there were still waves of wrath sweeping through you.

“Do your worst. Better to get it all out then.” He announced after turning the car off. You leaned across the bench seat and kissed him softly. A moment of forgiveness, to show him that you understood the position he was in. That they had chosen to play him like that, and you didn't break, but still it was a dirty play nonetheless.

You got out of the car and stormed into the house. Throwing the doors open. Kicking off your shoes and throwing them down the hallway viscously.

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Tommy stood at the bottom of the stone steps leading up to his house. Watches his wife throw a violent tantrum.

He didn't care about her shoes, or the crystal glasses. The stupid painting of Grace should have been thrown out years ago. He didn't care about any of those things though. He cared about her.

And they used that against him. There was a tight coil of fear in his stomach. She was a bit messed up when it came to sex. He’d never hurt her, couldn't stand to think of someone hurting her. However she’d been raised in a house that did different kinds of damage to her.

And she'd be right, if they pushed her into things in that room. He wouldn't blame her for fighting them. He knew she’d be the first one to cause a body to hit the floor. They’d kill her for it. But she wouldn't come back from that room if they left her alive anyway.

And it was all his fault. Her soft kiss was a move to show she didn't blame him, but her tears, the sounds of her sobs. That would keep him awake at night for a very long time.

Alfie squared up next to him, listening to the racket she was making. Tommy was suddenly grateful that he let the maids go home on weekends. Her voice was sharp, as she screamed, her words were the nastiest he’d ever heard. Somehow even more vicious coming from her soft body. He heard her swear, the loud crashes as she got her feelings out.

“I like it, it's a solid plan mate. Let her go up there and destroy the place. Get it all out so we can hopefully keep our cocks. Solid plan.” Tommy turned to him, watching the broad man look at the house with humor in his eyes.

“Alfie.”

“Wot”

“You're a good friend.” His voice was steady. The words weren't enough, but he hoped that he wouldn't have to say more. Alfie turned to him and met his eyes, he understood.

“You're a right bastard. Leaving her with the wolves like that. The only reason I’m not beating the absolute - shit, out of you, is because she’d have my head for it.” He took a deep breath. “But our best plan here is to team up. I’ve never seen anyone in that state before.” He shook his head, out of respect? Awe? Both?

The screaming stopped and they gave each other a nod. The idea made him uneasy, but in all truth he should be grateful to Alfie, not just for what he did earlier but also for staying to wrangle the messy aftermath.

He flicked his cigarette, and they climbed the front steps quickly.

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Being destructive was so nice.

That fucking painting should have been thrown out the second you entered his life. The moment he saw you his life started again, reborn and blessed to have an era of his life defined by you.

You’d always hated Grace. You chucked her painting over the railing with enough force to ensure the canvas broke. Crystal glasses, drink trays, very few things had ever felt so pleasant, so freeing. You were born wound up tight, it was beaten into you, there was no escaping it in your life aside for a few precious moments.

This was almost as good as subspace.

You raged, ripping your clothes off and climbed into the shower. You only just got into the hot spray when Tommy blew the door open.

He was scared, you could see it in his eyes. You took a long swig of whiskey before handing him the bottle. He looked over your body, trying to see if you’d hurt yourself, he looked unsteady.

Alfie wasted no time, he climbed into the shower, his clothes already discarded somewhere in the mess you had created.

He steadied you, against his body and the smallest bit of relief from the disaster inside you started to spread.

“Eh, don’t get shy on us now, mate” Alfie said, how he was enjoying your chaos was beyond you. Tommy followed into the tub.

You were pressed in between their wet bodies, suddenly you had no understanding of why everyone didn't solve their problems this way. This was true bliss. Their hands fought over your curves washing you down.

Surely this was how Queens of the past lived. You felt it in your blood that this was only natural, all women should be cared for this way.

They were soft with you, which was strange but appreciated. Slowly brought you down from whatever high you’d reached. They bickered, because they couldn't help themselves, it made it easier for them.

“Can’t wash her hair like that. Washing her like she’s a dog.”

“Oi mind your bloody business.” Tommy told him off pointing a soapy finger at him.

“My business.” Alfie's hands traveled down your torso between your legs. “Suppose that’s mine now, love. You heard the man” You let out a laugh at Tommy’s sigh.

They got out of there eventually, Alfie strutting out of the bathroom in a towel yelling about something you didn’t quite understand.

“We don't have to.” You whispered to your husband as he took care to dry you down with a fluffy towel.

“We don't have to, but I have an outstanding debt to you, might as well make a dent in it tonight, eh” You grabbed his arm, about to tell that was bullshit. But he continued before you could start. “Don’t make me fucking say it, eh?” His voice was stern but his eyes were soft. He placed a kiss on your forehead and picked you up.

He tossed you on to the bed and the night’s events fully caught up with you. Alfie pulled you up onto his lap and you leaned into his warm chest. His fingers traveled between your legs and you felt him relax against the headboard. You could feel his hard length pushing in to your back,

His fingers traveled lower, your body tensed up just like last time at the strange feeling. You felt embarrassed but determined to give him what he wanted after everything that night.

This wasn't like the last time you had them both. This was slow, Alfie worked you open while Tommy laid close by stroking your clit. All the orgasms and tantrum had worn you down, the pleasure that radiated through you met no resistance in your body. You had no tension to oppose it, like floating in water. You would willingly let them bend you anyway they pleased. Your breathing started to get heavy, your legs tensing slightly, when Alfie stopped. You had lost count of how many fingers, only just that you felt full. He adjusted your position on his lap, leaning back further to bring you up his chest a bit. Then he lined himself up and you felt the wetness of his tip slowly push in past the tight ring of muscle.

Tommy’s fingers left your clit, to dive into your soppy opening. You could feel his pressure pushing your flesh into Alfie’s cock as it was slowly making its way further inside you. They reached a certain spot that caused your whole body to tense but they easily held you open.

“Be good.” Tommy said under his breath. It was incredibly hard to be well behaved in this situation. Alfie pushed himself the rest of the way in, but Tommy’s fingers stayed right on that spot slowly moving in circles. You whimpered and the tears started, these tears come from somewhere different inside you. They created an opening in your chest, like you could breathe properly for the first time in so long.

You tested the waters and wiggled a bit, raising up ever so slightly only to skink back down on him.

“That’s it love” Alfie placed a kiss to the side of your neck and you took things a bit further. Last time things were so deliciously rough. But this time every brush of skin sent electricity to your core. Your body became unbearably taught, Tommy took his fingers from you. You were in disbelief that he sat up and moved towards you, no way he would take you like this. This was a much more intimate position than last time.

But there was a dark fire in his eyes, something that prevented him from letting you take any pleasure from another man without him. He would ensure you knew that there wasn't a place on this earth or after it, where he wouldn't be there with you and he was going to make sure you felt it too. He came up on top of you, lining up with your tight hole.

He pushed inside slowly, both of them doing their best to hold back. You could see the veins pulsing in their arms as they held you inplace, the white tips of their fingers gripping your flesh. The flush across Tommy’s face contrasted with the hard look in his eyes.

Eventually they were both deep inside you, that final push left your walls fluttering. A loud moan escaped you. Tommy held you still for a long while. Eyes searching yours to make sure you were okay. You were grateful he gave you a moment to adjust, but that soon passed into desperation for more. You tried to wiggle and nudge him on, but their combined grip was too much.

“Thomas” Alfie growled. He started to move and eventually they fell into that blissful rhythm. You were hot and sweaty trapped between the two of them, but you felt so safe. Your body was falling apart in the most wonderful way.

“Fuck, darling.” Alfie tightened his grip on you. Someone's fingers made their way down your torso, circled your clit and you let out a shout. Your body was taking its own place in the delicate system, hips involuntarily moving in sync with them.

“Please” You whimpered, the pressure was becoming overwhelming and impossible to hold in.

“No” Tommy said through gritted teeth. Alfie let out a groan at his response.

“Are we really going to play dirty with her like this?” He barked. Tommy let out a sound that was almost a laugh.

“Alright baby, you think you can cum for us?” The tone of his voice was like honey.

“Yes- yes -yes” The words kept tumbling from your mouth.

“Good girl, that’s it, just like last time” Alfie whispered and your body was unhinged, muscles pulled impossibly taught.

“Cum”

Your whole body snapped, if they didn't have such a tight grip on you, you're sure that they would have been pushed out by the force of your orgasm. They fucked you through it till you were spasming and contracting, full of their seed. Both of them were breathing hard but they let you have your moment. Trapped there impossibly full.

You closed your eyes and relaxed, air finally filling your lungs at a reasonable pace.

“Come here, love” They got you untangled and Tommy pulled you up into his chest. He took you into the bathroom to help clean up. He had to do most of the work but he didn't seem bothered by it.

Just like last time you fell into a deep sleep pinned by their large bodies.

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Help me find this Fic

I’m going crazy! I read this fic a while ago, it was an Alfie x Tommy x reader and reader and Tommy were in a relationship beforehand and then Alfie sort of entered himself into it as he does. It was the sequel to the first fic and Tommy took reader to a dinner with the Russians and they get split up and she ends up in a sort of sex room and Alfie shows up and stays with her. When tommy goes to get her she’s still with Alfie and then the three of them go back to Tommy and hers place where she wrecks everything and then they have sex. Pls help me find it idk if it got deleted or taken down or if I’m just stupid but pls.

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