#tom hardy reader insert

[dangerousstrawberryshark]

Tom's Possession

🕷Pairing(s)🕷→ Possessive Tom Holland x Male reader  ⚠CW⚠→ gay, dom top Tom Holland, bottom male reader, humiliation kink, reader has a small dick, size kink (Tom is 5’11 or taller, just be smaller than that), gagging, jealous, jealous Tom, possessive, possessive behavior, Tom is possessive, public handjob, handjob, semi-public sex, Tom fucks you in the bar’s bathroom, voyeurism, getting caught, cum eating, and you purposely make Tom jealous cause why not. 🕷Rating🕷→ Explicit 🕷Requested🕷→ Yes

🕷Word Count🕷→ 1.3k

🕷Summary🕷→ A random guy was flirting with you at the pub. Knowing how Tom would react, you decided to flirt with the man because you wanted him to get upset. Tom watched from afar, seething before he dragged you by the arm into the bathroom. He needed to remind you who you belong to. 

Read before continuing: IF YOU ARE YOUNGER THAN 18 OR ANY OF THE WARNINGS MAKE YOU UNCOMFORTABLE, DO NOT CONTINUE READING! 

DISCLAIMER: This does NOT represent what Tom is like in real life! This is just fanfiction and a request given to me. Don’t be too delusional. 

 Tom was seething at the mouth, tapping his feet aggressively while clenching his fist till they were white. His grip on the bottle of alcohol tightened as he watched from afar. You were flirting with another man who wasn’t even good-looking. Tom knew you were messing with him, only flirting with the man to get a rise out of him, and it was working. 

You were feeling a little bratty and decided to tease Tom. Many people saw the actor as Spider-Man, a light-hearted man and someone kind to others. Gay men mainly saw Tom as being a bottom and never a top, but you know the truth. He was kind and loving, but when it comes to sex, he was dominant. He was also possessive and somewhat jealous. He would never act on his primal instinct, but he would fuck and spear you on his cock, ramming you into the bed as he taught a lesson. His thick British accent would echo in your ears as he filled you with his cum. 

You could feel Tom burning holes into your and the other man’s head. You weren’t interested in anything the other man was saying, leading him on, you weren’t going to do something with him. Your body was only for Tom to fuck and claim. As you waited for the reddish-brown haired man to come, you laughed and flirted. The breaking point was when the man dared to place his hand on your thigh. 

Tom got up from his seat and stormed his way to you. He pulled his baseball cap down to make sure nobody recognized him. He didn’t care that he pushed some people out of his way, the man only had his eyes on you. “You’re coming with me,” Tom says hushedly as he grabs your arm and drags you to the farthest bathroom. Your small dick woke up and throbbed from Tom being assertive.

Everything was a blur until your smaller body was perched on the sink with Tom’s larger body between your legs. His hand fumbled with your pants before he yanked them off. Tom grins as he sees your small cock throbbing. “Pathetic excuse of a cock. Can you even see it?” Tom teases as he pulls his pants, showing you his much larger cock, showing it off and doing a side-by-side comparison. 

Yours pales in comparison to his. From length to the thickness, Tom outranks you. It was a good kind of embarrassment that serves to make your cock harder. Tom began using two fingers to slowly stroke your cock with a firm grasp while stroking his. Your moans echoed off the bathroom walls as you bucked your hips into Tom’s hold. 

Tom leans forward, his hot breath ghosting over your skin as he spoke in a husky British accent. “Dirty fucking whore. Flirting and flaunting yourself for other men. You like it when I stroke your little cock like this? Being humiliated like the little slut you are.” Tom growls, his words sending shivers down your spine. You whimpered softly as Tom bites your ear, moving down as he marks your skin with his teeth. 

The reddish-brown haired man pulled back, his eyes glinted with arousal and want. Suddenly, your mouth was forced open before two of Tom’s thick fingers filled your mouth. “Suck them,” Tom commanded as he slowed down. You whined with your dazed look, making eye contact with Tom as you sucked his fingers. Loud slurping and gagging became the predominant sounds in the room. Your tongue lathering the thick fingers with saliva as you sucked on them as if they were Tom’s cock. Tom smirks as he sees tears rolling down your pretty face as he thrusts them into your mouth.  

After determining his fingers were coated enough, he pulls them out, a string of saliva connecting your mouth to his fingers. There was a moment of quiet before you felt Tom’s fingers circling your hole before pushing them inside. Tom groans as he feels your gummy walls clenching around his fingers, sucking his digits deeper. Tom begins fucking you with his fingers while stroking your small cock. The stimulation was becoming overwhelming as you felt your climax approaching. 

Then, the sound of the squeaking bathroom door echoed before the loud boom of the door closing. Your body froze but Tom didn’t seem dissuaded. He continues his actions as if you both weren’t going to get caught. Heavy footsteps got closer as the man was about to turn the corner to see you being fingered and stroked. 

You didn’t know if you were lucky or extremely unlucky. The man who walked into the bathroom was the same man you had been flirting with earlier. Your face was as red as a tomato from the embarrassment of being caught, but at the same time, you were more aroused than ever. Tom wasn’t fazed the slightest but he did notice the feeling of your ass clenching around his fingers with a vice grip. 

“Should’ve known you’re an exhibitist slut. You like being caught by another man getting fingered by someone else? Maybe I should invite him over, give him a view of your slutty body and small dick.” Tom groans as the adrenaline is pumping through his veins. He thrusts his fingers faster while slapping your dick. Your senses were becoming overwhelmed, your moans became more breathy as your climax was near. Your vision was cloudy, but in the corner of your eye you can see the man stroking to the sight before him. 

 Everything was blurry with only glimpses. The other man approached you and Tom, and Tom made it clear to the other man that he wasn’t allowed to touch you. Your moans got louder as your vision went completely white. Your back arching as you thrusted into Tom’s hand, ropes of cum spurted out of your red cockhead. The sound of wet splashing rang out as your cum hit the bathroom floor. 

“Such a good whore,” Tom said as he removed his hands before shoving his cum coated fingers into your mouth. Your moans were muffled as you tasted and ate your cum. The other man came quickly from the display, his cum landing on the floor. 

“Not so fast, I still have this problem.” The reddish-brown haired man said as he gestures towards his hard cock. He teasingly strokes it, making eye contact as if telepathically telling you to get on your knees. Tom made the other man leave, causing the man to grumble before leaving. The bathroom door opened with a loud squeak before the bang of it closing echoed. 

It was gonna be a long night. 

THE END

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[honey-flustered]

Kinktober Day 18: Aphrodisiac + Oral Fixation + Body Hair

Eddie Brock | Venom x Ex!Younger!F!Reader

Summary: Venom uses honey from your purse to whip up some tea for you and Eddie while helping you study. Little did he know, that honey has some…interesting side effects.

Warnings: dub con elements, exes to friends to lovers, accidental aphrodisiac, sub!eddie x horny!reader, consumption, teratophillia, not lore accurate, oral fixation (licking, biting), some scratching, oral through underwear, premature ejaculation, body hair kink, some hair pulling, threeway kiss, venom and reader are in cahoots, french kissing, some dry humping, age gap +18 reader, bimbo!reader, basically whole lot of tongue action

To this day, 7 months later, Venom still curses Eddie for letting you go. Blah, blah…she’s young and going to university…blah blah…new experiences. If long distance is really that hard, why is it that it only took Eddie 3 hours to drive to your dorm? If he was committed to your throupling, he’d make the commute everyday to see you.

But Ole Venom supposes he shouldn’t be too hard on Eddie. After all, he’s attentive enough to Venom where he notices his changes in mood. Especially when Venom’s in one of those depressive states where he desperately misses you; with the occasional breaking of items to cope with his pained feelings. Whenever he’d get this way, Eddie would take a trip up to you and you’d be the three musketeers.

This weekend being a three-day weekend excited Venom for things he had in store. He’s determined to win you back even in spite of what Eddie says because sometimes he just needs a push in the right direction.

Venom likes to think he’s become that of an expert at romance, having read enough gossip magazines and advice columns to say as such. He knows the love languages and he’ll be sure to use his tongue precisely for speaking them to you.

Yeah, he knows Eddie’s been suspicious of his saint behavior since their arrival—the rules were clear not to make any plans of winning you back—but Venom’s entitled to a little bit of rule-breaking. He hovers around, content as he watches Eddie and you laughing during your study session. If he sets the mood just right, things would get more intimate.

He then recalls a fact he’d gotten from an issue of Chic Heat Magazine that explains how tea can make people more susceptible to suggestion because it calms you. If you’re relaxed enough, you might take them back.

So he excuses himself to the kitchen, preparing some rose tea for you all to enjoy. You’d just run out of honey but you had some packets he’d noticed in your bag earlier, hopefully you don’t mind.

Once he returns to the circle, you beam at his gesture. “V…you are such a cutie. Thank you so much.”

“I wouldn’t say that too soon,” Eddie says in a tone that is both jest and serious. “We’ll check the state of the kitchen in a minute.”

You shrug. “No worse than the state I left it in.”

“You’ve gotta be more responsible, babygirl.” He frustratedly sighs.

“I’m studying. That’s pretty big for me,” You defend. “Usually I’d just flirt with the T.A. for the test answers or cram the day of. But I’ve been trying because you said I could do it.”

“You’re right. I’m sorry. Really proud of you, buddy.” He says, patting your knee and earning a smile from you.

Then, you’re taking a sip of your tea wanting to give Venom the praise he deserves. Your eyes brighten soon as the first sip stains your tongue and goes down your throat . “This is really good, V. Seriously. I couldn’t have done this better myself. What’d you put in it?”

“Honey…” He begins.

“Oh, I could’ve sworn I ran out—”

“…the ones in your purse.” He finishes.

Your eyes nearly leave your skull. “H-how many?”

“5,” He answers proudly. “Wanted to make it extra special for you.”

“Oh, it’s extra special alright.” You say with a nervous laugh.

“Everything okay?” Eddie asks in concern.

“Mhm,” You hum between a strained toothless smile. “L-let’s go back to studying, yeah?”

“What’s in those things?” Eddie questions, his investigative nature getting the better of him.

“Nothing to be concerned about…” Your words escape you when you see that Venom has already retrieved the emptied packet for Eddie to review.

“Sweet Honey Rush? You said you wouldn’t intern with these guys,” Eddie says. “Didn’t you read my story on them secretly being behind these campaigns for increasing the national birth rate. I sent you a link on Facebook. We’re like breeding stock to them.”

“No person younger than 35 uses facebook anymore, Eddie,” You argue. “And besides they were offering some really good benefits if I interned with them.”

“Like getting free honey packets?”

“They aren’t for me…they’re for me to give out to some college students. It’s the new craze. Everyone’s talking about. There’s even a challenge of it on TikTok. You wanna see?” You’re about to pull out your phone but he stops you.

“Don’t you see that they’re purposely targeting the younger population?” Eddie scoffs.

“No, I think I gave one to my pervy old maintenance man,” You justify but Eddie shakes his head in disbelief at you. “Oh come on. It’s not like they’re as good as you think them to be. Venom said he’s added five and you don’t see me on all fours with my tongue out, do you?”

“I guess you’re right.” He says.

“Good. Now pretty please read me the next chapter.”

He smiles. “Of course.”

Venom is stumped. This is not at all going the way he’d planned. Instead of relaxing, it’s only made things more tense between the two of you. He was going to need to intervene internally.

“It’s taking effect.” Venom says from within.

“How are you so sure?” Eddie answers back into the mindscape.

“Come on, Eddie, I know it’s been months. But tell me you haven’t forgotten the way she looks when she really, really wants you,” Venom purrs. “Look at those eyes glossing over, darkening when she rakes them over you. She’s biting her lip—ha! She isn’t paying attention to your words.”

“You’re wrong. It’s nothing like that.” Eddie says trying to maintain focus by reading to you.

“I’ve been inside her once,” Venom continues. “I can sense the changes in her body even long after we’ve separated.”

“She’s just fine.” Eddie says in clear denial.

“Then ask her if she heard what you just said. Better yet ask her anything, she’ll probably say ‘yes’ to it all if it meant having our cock inside her.” Venom chuckles wickedly.

He’s reluctant, not wanting to embarrass you, but Eddie tests Venom’s theory anyway in hopes to quell his curiosity. Why on Earth would you want them back when you had so many different options at college? The sooner Eddie could disprove his claims, the sooner they can put aside that hopeful part of them that thinks the relationship could work.

“Hey, um, by any chance do you wanna share a jar of olives together?” He asks.

“Yes.” You sigh dreamily.

He perplexedly blinks at your reply to his absurd question. You hated olives.

“Babygirl, are you paying attention?” He asks.

“Mhm.” You nod still looking at him as if he hung up the stars. And now that Venom pointed it out, Eddie, too, could see your telltale sign in just the way you clenched your thighs together alone.

“Oh, really,” He asks, cupping a hand under your chin; his fingertips dimpling your cheeks. “What did I just read to you?”

“The mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell?”

“We’re studying American History, angel.” He smirks.

“Sorry, daddy,” You say, taking them completely off guard. Eddie hates how he instantly hardens at thought as if he’d taken the aphrodisiac, too. “Can I make it up to you? Taste you.”

“Yes!” Venom says.

“No,” Eddie protests. “You’re not in the right state of mind, missy. You’re going to bed, if you decide to take care of yourself on your own that’s your choice. In the morning if you still feel like you want to, then we can—”

“It’s only an aphrodisiac, dude. Not a drug. I’m not out of my mind for wanting you inside me. Both of you.”

“We’re in!” Venom says ready to reach out for you but Eddie smacks his dark tendril from your reach.

“No, we’re—” Eddie’s cut off by your lips on his. Somehow, Venom was able to sneak his mischievous tentacles around and bring your heads together.

You immediately get to work french kissing him passionately and tugging the hair on the back of his neck. His beard burns your face from the rough friction of the make-out session but it doesn’t deter you from being more forceful.

Venom’s tongue joins into the entanglement flicking and gliding between you and Eddie’s tongues, gathering a mixture of your salivas.

When Eddie breaks the kiss, you’re at his thick neck licking and biting away while Venom’s eager tongue, slithered and constricted around your body like vines.

“Stop. You don’t…” Eddie’s interrupted by yet another one of your lingering wanton kisses, finishing his sentence once you break apart. “…want this.”

“I’ve never stopped wanting you,” You suck on the space connect jaw and his neck before dragging your teeth along the vein. “Please fuck me.”

Eddie’s still too afraid to answer, cradling the back of your head while your lips and tongue continue their assault on his body.

“Fuck, babygirl,” He groans, missing this feeling of you devouring him as if he were a buffet. You and Venom were always big tongue enthusiasts wanting to put your mouths around anything that attracted you including Eddie.

His eyes flutter shut and you crawl into his lap, grinding your hips down while you tasted what you could. You pay special attention to his plump lips, licking and biting them.

“Can I go further?” You ask him.

“You heard Venom—”

“What do you want?”

“I want you.”

At his admission you moan, not being able to take it anymore. You and Venom work in sync. He begins to remove Eddie’s clothes while each sink that’s exposed you go over it with your tongue.

Eddie’s really hairy so occasionally your tongue would run over a patch of hair and you’d give it special attention.

“Fuck, I think I might actually cum from this alone,” He laughs bashfully, surprising himself. “I’m so sensitive for some reason.”

You dip your tongue into his belly-button, swirling it around before your tongue finally trails down to his throbbing bulge. It jumps in his khaki shorts the moment you place your tongue’s pressure directly on it. He shudders, his fingers through your hair.

The feverish heat of the effects take over you just as you pass the first barrier, bringing his pants down around his ankles. Venom lifts you by the waist for a moment, adding a pillow underneath for your knees. You run your fingers along the underside of his tentacles—where it’s most sensitive for him—as a thank you.

You’re not gentle at all once you spot the wet spot on Eddie’s underwear. He’d cum already and had been too ashamed to speak up. He could already see you making an old man joke about him needing the honey packet more than you but instead you went for his soul.

Immediately, you clamp your mouth around the clothed tip to suck at the sticky essence. It’s so sensitive he could cry, it’s as if the aphrodisiac is giving him a contact high.

He tries to pull your hungry mouth from him but is thwarted when Venom wraps a snaky limb around his wrists, pinning him down.

“Oh god, fuck. Baby…please.” Eddie whimpers.

You drag your nails along his little belly, gripping and pulling the tiny hairs of his happy trail while you sucked him off. Another one of Venom’s tendrils finds their way between your legs, teasing your little nub. You let out a shuddery gasp, your warm breath skirting over his now exposed veiny length.

You trace your tongue on the lightning-patterned cock, tasting the addictive earthiness of him. You’re gushing wet and ready to take their cock and Venom could very well slip a wriggling tendril inside of you this instant…

…but he’d rather Eddie get first dibs.

[mayfieldss]

Benny Cross and his wife against the neighbourhood Karen that thinks they are trouble. Maybe some kids that Karen is convinced that benny and reader are raising wrong. Love your writing ❤️

sorry this is so late! I've been in a slump lately and I'm just coming back to writing. I hope you like it! This is girl!dad Benny heavy also slightly ooc benny bc i'm rusty

Neighborhood - Benny Cross

At first the woman hadn't been a problem. She'd moved in a few months after you and Benny, and you'd treated her kindly when she arrived. You smiled at her when you were both out on your respective driveways, and gave her a wave when you were on the porch with your daughter. But soon she became an irritating voice in your lives. Benny was sick of her by week three. When she found out Benny was a part of the vandals, her kindness towards your family vanished, and she began making complaints at every turn.

It started small. Noise complaints about Benny's bike or when the other vandals came over for a few drinks. But to Benny it soon became personal, when Linda from next door, began making complaints about your daughter. How she played in the yard, and wrote with chalk on the driveway. How she cried when she fell off the tire swing Benny had set up for her.

You and Benny are in the kitchen when it happens. You are perched near the kitchen bench, keeping an eye on your daughter in the yard from the window, while Benny sits at the table, bent over and tying his laces.

"D'you think we should get her a new coat?" your voice comes soft as you keep an eye out for your baby, and Benny glances up at you, eyes full of affection and interest. "Winter's coming, you think she'll need it?"

Benny thinks this over, straightening up. "She'll be fine with the old one," he starts, standing slowly. "I don't think you can convince her to give it up anyway. It's pink remember."

Sparing a glance at him you nod. You're daughter got attached to her favorite items easily. It was hard enough trying to put her teddies in the wash, let alone making her part with her pink princess coat.

"She's stubborn, like you." you mutter as Benny steps up between your legs. His hands find your waist, so gentle despite being calloused and hard.

"I think she just knows what she likes." he places a kiss on your lips, a little less gentle than his hands. He can't help it. When he pulls back, glancing over your shoulder and out the window, his expression hardens and his hands leave you quicker than lightning.

"Fucking bitch." Benny mutters, before dashing outside. You just have time to glance out the window and see what the fuss is about, before you run to the door yourself.

By the time you make it outside Benny has already swept your daughter behind him, her little hands gripping the back of his leg as she cowers. Benny is yelling at the top of his lungs at the woman over the fence, and she is yelling right back.

"Your child is out of control!" she cries in distress, as if you hadn't just caught her shouting at your child moments before.

You stumble into the yard, and call your daughters name. She turns to look at you, her pigtails swinging before she dashes to your side. "You okay hon?" you run a hand over her tear stained cheek as you crouch beside her small figure, flinching as Benny and the neighbor continue to argue.

"The evil witch," Your baby mutters, pointing back in the direction of the neighbor. "She hit me."

"She did what?" your voice is too loud when you say it, and you have to pull yourself together for mere seconds to calm your daughter down. But you're seething inside. "Go inside, honey. Mommy and Daddy will fix it."

She listens, and runs past you into the house. Then you stand, and cover the distance to the fence in seconds. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" Benny grabs your arm, to stop you from leaping over the fence at the woman. She doesn't look sorry at all, old fashioned and cruel. Maybe your daughter was right. Maybe she is a witch.

"Nothing is wrong with me! You're child is the devil!" the woman claims, hand over her chest like she might just faint from the statement. Benny bares his teeth like a dog, and you're not sure if you should try and hold him back too, or let him loose.

"You stay away from my girl, you hear me?" Benny is seeing red, and though the woman over the fence acts unphased, you see her take a step back. "You stay away from her."

You think that's the end of it. The woman is silent, and Benny steps back, ready to head inside before he blows off steam in a more dangerous form. He places a hand on the small of your back, ready to lead you away, even as you're practically vibrating with rage. Before the woman speaks again.

"You need to discipline your child." she scolds, venom in her voice damn near spat at you, and all of a sudden you are lunging toward the fence.

"Discipline?" You can feel Benny's hands on your shoulders, though he doesn't pull you away. "You hit my baby! For what? What did she do to you, huh?" Your hands a curled into fists at your sides, if only to stop yourself from slapping the woman across the face

The woman scoffs, looking to the sky as if for divine intervention. Or to ask someone up there 'Are you seeing this?'

"You're child called me a witch." she states, as if it's some ancient law not to call anyone names. As if a child with an imagination is a crime.

You run a hand over your face in disbelief, looking over your shoulder at Benny for a moment, his eyes locking with yours. When you turn back to the woman, your voice is steady, though it's clear in your expression that you are anything but calm.

"You hit my baby, for calling you a name?" You can't quite believe it's that simple, but here you are, asking anyway.

"It's not just a name—"

"She's a child!" you don't let her finish, you won't. You turn and grab Benny's arm, ready to head back inside. You're daughter is more important right now, and you need to be with her. "Don't lay a hand on my child again." It's the final thing you'll say to her, she's not worth more of your time.

You turn to leave, even as she shouts back at you. "People like you shouldn't be mothers!"

You don't turn to give her the satisfaction of your expression. You keep walking, until you disappear inside the house.

Benny stays in the yard, eyeing up the lady across from him. He shouldn't say anything, he should follow you in. But he can't help himself.

"You leave my girls alone. Both of 'em. I don't wanna hear a word from you. Not a good morning, nothing. Don't talk to 'em, don't look at 'em. Got that?"

It's the most he's said to anyone other than you or Johnny in weeks. And he doesn't need to say more. One look at the woman and Benny knows she understands. There's a fire in the eyes of Benny Cross, and it's one you don't try and walk through.

He makes his way inside, and finds his girls in the living room. Your brows are furrowed in concern as you sit on the floor with your daughter. She sniffles, but her eyes light up when she sees Benny, her great protector.

Benny crouches down to her height, smiling at the tiny girl with his eyes. "You alright babygirl?" his voice is soft as she stumbles over to him.

"Yup." she mumbles, though it's clear she's still a little shaken.

"You were pretty brave." his whispers to her, his nose brushing hers as he leans down. "I think you scared her off for good."

"think so?" she asks, her little hands fiddling nervously.

Benny smiles, and scoops your daughter up, making her laugh. "I know so."

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[novashelby]

Like Fine Wine-Tom Hardy x Reader

Pairing: Tom Hardy Warning: Perhaps language? Innuendos? Honestly, I didn't mean it, but this is a total crack fic. He's also not very sober and he's forgotten he's veg. I don't know if I should apologize or not for this garbage. It was suppose to be sexy. Word Count: 1k Summary: After being stood up, Tom Hardy saves the day.

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She wasn’t one to fuss over much. Life sort of just happened and that was that. What was the point of bitching? However, after spending hours doing her makeup and hair, ironing her favorite dress, and squeezing on her favorite heels, she couldn’t help, but feel a bit miffed. Sorry. Something came up. Rain check? When she heard the ding, she was excited to flip over her phone, but with each word, she felt her chest cave in. Dating was getting tiresome. Week after week of flops. He’d already been about forty-five minutes late, and her? On her second glass of red wine that began to stain her lips. “Prick,” she whispered, throwing her phone in her bag and sitting up straight. He wasn’t even man enough to call for the reservation earlier that day.

Someone once told her, if he wants to, he will. And he clearly fucking didn’t want to, that was bloody fucking sure. Opening the menu, she sighed as her eyes glanced over the options. It was a bitch of a place to get in, and she sure as hell wasn’t going to misuse her pulled strings. But as she contemplated between a filet mignon or braised pork…or maybe the mushroom risotto? The back of her head jumped through hoops debating whether or not bitch him out. And when her fingers gripped the menu so tight, she no longer could feel the tips, she slammed the menu down and grabbed her phone. Her face scrunched as she furiously texted: I don’t know if your mother has ever told you or not, but maybe you shouldn’t be 45 minutes late just to fucking cancel! Have a nice life and maybe stay single.

Oh, and one more thing, fuck you. 

With that, she blocked the fucker and turned off her phone, slamming it back in her bag. She wasn’t just going to get the most expensive steak, but that side of cheesy mashed potatoes and shrimp, too. The waiter came over, empathetic, and offered a glass of house wine for free. She mumbled a thank you, “could I put in an appetizer as well?” He hummed and flipped open his pad. “Crab cakes-oh! And the salmon bites. That’s all.” And when he started to walk away, she called him, “and you know what, I’m probably going to get dessert, too. Extra chocolate lava cake, two scoops of ice cream, and some extra syrup on the side.”

She handed him the menu, and sunk down in her seat, sipping the wine, staring off into the distance. Of course she was wondering what was wrong with her, but nothing was wrong with her. Men these days just aren’t…men. All I want is one to look at me and think, yes, I want her. 

As she wallowed in self pity, eying each dish as it came out, there was someone eying her. Just at the bar, he sat slightly turned, sipping his drink. He loved an independent woman. A lady not afraid to be in her own company and enjoy good food. Especially that much fucking food…fuck. He wasn’t judging, of course. Impressed, more like it. And to be honest, quite hungry as well. Her main course came out and she dug in, not caring if the grease coated her lips or if little pieces of meat stuck to her face. 

A beautiful woman doing what any beautiful woman should do, enjoy good food and good wine. The way she licked her thumb and closed her eyes everytime a new piece went into her mouth. He slid off the stool and fixed his black sports jacket before shooting down his drink, and taking long strides her way. When he approached, she was too busy sucking the meat off the bone to notice he pulled the chair opposite of her out. It screeched against the marble floor. If he was any less sober, he would have fallen into the table.  

Her eyes fluttered up, and she paused, the bone dropping to the plate. Both their drunken eyes met. What a dumbass, she thought, scrunching her face as he gave her a toothy grin and wiggled his eyes a bit. “Can I help you?” She wiped her mouth, and tossed the cloth on the table.

He leaned in, pointing his finger at her, and in a long slur said, “you look like you need a woman like a man like to share-that wasn’t it.” He blinked, swallowed and shook his head. “A man like you needs a cake like me to share that woman.” That’s when he reached over and swiped her cheek with his thumb and licked it. The man was so drunk, he forgot he was bloody fucking vegan. 

She sat up, looking around for her waiter, wondering if anyone else saw this strange man. But when she looked back at him, through her drunken haze, she realized she knew him from somewhere. Not quite sure where, but somewhere. Tilting her head, she asked, “do we know each other?”

His toothy grin widened as he took her spoon and shoved it into her lava cake, digging out a big ol’ slice. The chocolate dripped down, making little spots across the table. He shoved it in his, making a mess. His crisp white shirt was stained, and the chocolate coated over and between his teeth. Reaching back over, he stabbed the cake once more before motioning her to move in. “C’mere,” he said. “C’mon!” A bit too puzzled to question, she slid her chair over and he grabbed her face, puckering, squeezing her cheeks to open her mouth. Once her mouth opened just enough to fit the spoon, he shoved it in. Choking slightly, she dabbed her mouth with the napkin. 

Conflicted, she grabbed her phone and searched, swearing she knew him. But she was having a hard time believing it. When typing the name, his picture showed up and she compared. Looking at the phone, looking at him eating her cake. Slowly, her eyes mooned, but before she could say anything, the waiter said, “Mr. Hardy, we called you a taxi. They’re out front.” He slowly got up, wobbling a bit. Reaching over, he tapped her cheek.

“Thank you for this beautiful night,” he said before sighing. “Why should it end here?”

She looked at the waiter and at him, and hummed. “Pay for dinner?”

He took out his wallet, fumbling with his card all while saying. “Take the cake…and the bottle of wine.” She didn’t argue, shoving the wine in her purse and holding the cake to her desk, hurrying after him.

[angelofthenight]

Alfie, to Tommy: Ur in (y/n)’s dms, I’m on google looking for nutrient rich soil I’d keep them in if they were a worm. We are not the same

[shegatsby]

The Bikerider and The Nurse

A/N: Hi guys! I'm here with a new fic. I wanted to keep the first chapter short but don't worry, it's gonna be a long ass fic with smut in the future! Let me know if you want to be tagged. Love you xxx

Words: 1.583K TAG LIST IS OPEN!

Warnings: Injury but not detailed so don't worry.

Chapter One

‘’It’s gonna be a long ass night.’’ Elena complained, they were wearing their uniforms for their night shift, Y/N loved the nights, she loved helping people and usually the nights were calm but this night was different. There was a bar fight, the rumor reached before the patients. She wore her white long dress uniform and white pumps, when she quickly tied her hair and placed the white cap she ran out of the lounge. She was the right hand of an old doctor, no one usually liked him because he was grumpy but Y/N admired him because he worked in the army during the WW2 and his knowledge of medicine was beyond anyone she had ever met. Dr. Smith didn’t like most of his colleges because they kept complaining but Y/N was different, she turned up out of nowhere one day and showed her determination for the job and that’s why the old man kept her by his side during any complicated surgeries or important cases. He kept mentioning that she should go back to school and become a doctor but Y/N kindly smiled and said she was happy being a  nurse, he knew she could do it, she had the capacity unlike these morons he had to see every day. Dr. Smith wasn’t a stupid man, whenever he asked her a personal question such as her hometown, her parents etc. she was perfectly giving diplomatic answers and then disappearing. No one knew where she was from or anything personal about Y/N but for Dr. Smith as long as she was useful he didn’t mind her back story.

Elena was her friend, over the months they had bounded but Y/N was smart enough to keep her distance, Elena kept inviting her to this bar she and her husband were regulars or the picnics they were having with their friends.. Y/N kept kindly declining the offers but Elena never felt sad or angry. She was few years older than Y/N and she knew that this young woman had a tragic past, she could feel it in her bones so Elena decided to be gentle and never take things personal.

As they were running to the emergency wing Dr. Smith called for Y/N, there was a patient from the bar fight and his condition was more severe than the others so she followed the old man.

‘’Caucasian male, in his late 20s, other than bruises he has a damaged ankle..’’ the other nurse was explaining the situation when Y/N was startled for a second. There was man laying on the hospital bed with his dirty clothes, his dirty blonde hair and mustache was the first details she had noticed, even though he was unconscious he had a stern look on his face, his jaw and high cheeks were sharp looking, he had this thick jacket that one of his ringed hands were holding tight, as she got closer she heard that he was mumbling something… Y/N  got closer and bend over the bed to hear him clearly,

‘’Don’t,’’ he was saying, ‘’Don’t take the jacket off.’’

Y/N looked at Dr. Smith, ‘’He doesn’t want us to take the jacket off.’’ She said calmly, ‘’I don’t care about the damn jacket, this man needs surgery right now or he is about to lose his foot!’’ he was right, Y/N knew that she would be in the surgery room assisting the doctor so they took him immediately in. Before the surgery Y/N took his jacket off and put it in her locker, she decided to give it to him once he wakes up.

After the surgery she had found out that the man was Elena’s husband’s friend from some motorcycle club. Elena thanked her for taking care of him and she said that four of them should hang out once he gets better, after Elena hugged her thankfully Y/N held her arm before she left, it was dawn and theit shift had ended, ‘’What’s..’’ she began and cleared her throat, ‘’What’s his name? I didn’t look at the papers so I don’t-‘’

Elena laughed with her signature laugh, she was a cheerful woman,

 ‘’His name is Benny, Benny Cross.’’

Before she left work she didn’t forget to get his jacket from the locker, she wanted to wash it at home and bring it to the hospital, she had another shift starting in the afternoon.

In the afternoon, the jacket was clean and dry, and she was marching to the hospital. After wearing her uniform she learned which room they took him and she directly walked there. Her plan was to put the jacket there and leave to her surprise he was awake. When she walked in they locked eyes, he was laying there, dark circles under his deep blue eyes, he looked tired. There was a white cast on his ankle and covering his foot. She brought the jacket and put it on the chair next to his bed, no words were exchanged. She gently smiled after that and turned to leave before she heard him.

‘’Thank you.’’ His raspy voice was low, she stopped at the threshold and turned to him, ‘’You’re welcome.’’ She replied shortly and walked out of the room. She loved helping people and it wasn’t the first time she did something for a patient but she felt strange. There was a heavy feeling on her chest, she had to ignore it and get to work. She had to ignore because the last time she had given in to those feelings she had to leave her home and family behind and start fresh. There was a reason why no one knew anything personal about her and she had to keep it that way.

Days passed, she woke up, went to work, did her best and got home. She was used to this routine but Elena had a problem with it. She kept begging to Y/N, inviting her everywhere. They were in the lounge when Elena cornered her, ‘’You only have morning shift right?’’ she questioned her with her deep eyes, ‘’Yes.’’ Was Y/N’s answer. ‘’Then you’re coming with us this evening.’’ There she was, inviting her again, this time Y/N was silent for a while, usually her immediate response was ‘’Sorry but I have other things to do.’’ But this time she considered her options. She was a young woman and she deserved to be sociable in life, she couldn’t always be scared and look back. Y/N said she would be there and she just needed the address, there was a bar Elena and her husband were regulars of. She laughed when she saw Elena’s eyes got bigger by shock, ‘’Really? You are coming?’’ her mouth was open. Y/N laughed again, ‘’Yes. I would love to hang out with you and your husband, he seems like a nice guy.’’ It was about time she faced her fears. She was safe now, no one could harm her, not anymore. Elena gave her the address of the bar.

During the day she helped Dr. Smith, attended small surgeries, she was usually at the Emergency wing. At 5pm her shift ended so she went home, ate and took a shower.

She found herself in front of her bedroom mirror, she wore a dark red blouse and beige jeans with flat shoes, her hair was loose and she did a light make up. She looked at her finished look, it had been while since she went out and she felt powerful, finally her life was stable and she was saving money, making new friends. She looked very happy. She got her back, even gave herself a wink on the mirror and locked her door. She took the bus to the bar.

There were so many bikes outside of the bar she was startled, Elena had mentioned that her husband belonged to a motorcycle club and they would hang out together, the wives and girlfriends, they would have Sunday picnics as well. The door of the bar was wide open and people were coming and going, mostly men. She approached slowly, like a cat. There were some men wearing the same jacket she washed and cleaned for her patient last week, he must be a member of this club. These men were laughing really hard and drinking, she could see shadows through the windows and she found herself taking a step back, should she go in? It would be rude not to, Elena would be very upset… but she could lie to Elena and make up an excuse.. as she was having a mental breakdown a tall man walked passed her, he was limping a bit. He had dirty blonde hair, he was walking slowly to the bar with one of his hands holding his cigarette. She could only see his back but he looked familiar. When he reached the threshold  he stopped and turned to look at her, and that’s when she realized who was this young man. He was her patient from last week, Benny Cross. His blue eyes found her, they shared a brief moment of acknowledging each other, she swore she saw a faint smile on his face and then he walked in.

She noticed that she had been standing there for almost 7 minutes, people started to notice so she looked back at the road and then looked at the bar, a sudden feeling of courage washed over her entire body and her feet took her to the open door.

Thank you for reading. :)

[auroracalisto]

day #20: bonfires

modern!alfie solomons x gn!reader, 261 words a/n: wish i was y/n. they always be livin the good life. also, this is what i imagine when i think bonfire. the last time i went to one, it was mostly wood and old boxes, but that's beside the point...

Winter was hard on Alfie, even if he wouldn't say it aloud. He hated the cold, and as much as he loved to bundle up in so many layers, he'd rather avoid the cold weather entirely.

Kind of impossible to do when you lived in England, but he could be hopeful.

When you mentioned going to a bonfire, he was all for it. The weather had nipped enough at his nose and ears, and he was ready for something to warm him right up. At the mention of booze being at this said bonfire, he was even more inclined to saying yes.

Simple and effective.

The two of you were out and at the bonfire shortly after the blaze had started. There were a few familiar faces on your end, and Alfie could have sworn he'd seen one or two of them around his shop, but he wasn't too sure—honestly, he didn't care.

With an arm around your shoulders and a sigh escaping him, he looked to the fire. It was hot, the flames threatening to lick at his skin, but he didn't mind. He'd take the heat over any chilly day.

Leaning forward, he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead.

"This was a good idea, love," he gruffly said, a smile on his lips.

"I know," you simply hummed, leaning your head against his shoulder for just a moment. You looked towards a make-shift bar and nudge his side. "Wanna get a drink?"

"Don't have to ask me twice," Alfie answered, squeezing your shoulder. "Don't mind if I do."

[gatorbites-imagines]

Kinktober day 28

Dick Grayson + Markings (hickeys, bruises, tattoos)

Insert that one dove meme that’s like “gazing lovingly at his gigantic angry wife” but its Dick and the Reader whos a former criminal. I eat up all size difference, so, big reader :3c.

I may have had tom hardy in the back of my mind during this.

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Dick loved a lot of things about his lover, the list was way too long for him to state right then and there. Hell, he could probably go on for hours about how much he loved you. He loved your personality, how you always acted grumpy and mean, but you cared so much under all the walls you had to build during your life.

He loved how big your hands were, and how they dwarfed his, and Dick wasn’t a small guy either. He loved how some of your teeth were chipped or slightly crooked from how many fights you have been in, or that one of your ears if permanently bigger than the other because of fighting. He loved how you saved your smiles for him, your real smiles and not just the crooked smirks you gave others.

He loved your muscles and how big you were, well, everywhere. From height, to width, to just bulk in general. You may not be the most flexible, but Dick is flexible enough for the both of you, so you don’t need to bend your legs or arms too wildly when you guys are together.

And most importantly, he loved your tattoos. They were kinda cheesy, in your words anyways. They clearly screamed “I got these tattoos when I was 17 and started gangbanging”, at least the first ones you got did. The ones you got later on as well as coverups have a sense of taste, at the very least they look good on you.

Dick couldn’t forget about your strength either, and how easily you left bruises on him. His all-time favourite is the shape of your fingers on his hips, knowing how easily you could move him around, fold him in half or spread his legs until you got what you wanted.

It was against all his bat training, but Dick had started wanting tattoos too because of you, something he regularly whined about just because he could. Every time he saw you wandering around the apartment in your baggy basketball shorts, or worn thin sweats, muscular tattooed torso on display. Well, Dick always made sure to whistle and appreciate the sight a little, before he would slump against your back, grope your pecs and whine about the ink in your skin.

You didn’t care much about what he did, if Dick got tattoos or not. Part of you understood the whole identifying thing about it, having been caught by cops multiple times based on the fact that you had tattoos all the way up your neck. But if that’s what he wanted, then who was Batman to stop him.

Maybe you were a bad influence, as some part of Dick always wanted to defy Bruce in one way or another if he could get away with it. And its not like a little tattoo would be hard to hide or anything, he just needed to get it done a place that most people wouldn’t look.

You weren’t a real tattoo artist, having never gotten the title or anything. But you had done enough tattoos on yourself and others to know what’s up and how to care for them, so it should be no surprise when Dick wanted you to be the one to put the tattoo on him.

All you needed to do was sit back and wait for Dick to put the stencil on and lay down on the spot you prepared. You hadn’t expected him to choose your initials for his stencil, or for him to place it on his inner thighs, near the crevice where the thigh became his hips. It was a nice spot to hide it, sure, but it was also so close to his… everything. You had a feeling hed put it on his taint if he could, and part of you almost asked only to hold yourself back.

Instead, you two got to work, Dicks leg draped provocatively over one of your broad muscular shoulders, your love rubbing his foot up and down your shoulder blades as you did quick work of the tattoo. It wasn’t anything big or difficult, what distracted you the most was Dicks twitching and squirming, or the tiny huffs and hums he let out.

“What?” Dick huffed as you looked up at him with an unamused raised brow, seeing how hard he had gotten from something as small as a tattoo. “It’s a normal bodily reaction” your lover pouted, only for you to shake your head and stand up to clean up the things you used to tattoo him, as well as wash your hands.

“Its really not. But you aren’t normal babe” you grunt, shooting Dick another unamused look as you hear the slick noise of him touching himself. Vigilantes truly had crazy stamina from your experience, even if your experience was only Dick, but he got worked up so easily and never knew when to control himself when it was just you two.

“Really?” you snort out with an upwards pull at your lips, as you pat your hands dry on a towel. “You… take your shirt off” your partner demands, his voice a tone higher than usual as his hand works himself in quick short flicks, as Dick gropes at his pecs with the other.

“Oh? I’m a dancer now?” you jab, even if you don’t mean it to sound confrontational, taking your shirt off in the meantime. You didn’t need to do more than flex and stand there, Dick seemingly putting in all the effort as he worked himself into a panting groaning mess.

Having someone so attracted to you was always a bit of a humbling and flustering experience. You knew you were attractive to certain people, but that was mainly those people into the whole “big dangerous criminal” look you had going on, even if you didn’t mean too. But it never felt the same as what Dick seemed to see in you.

He just needed to see you to get off to you, hell, some days he didn’t even need to see you and thinking was enough. If you had left bruises and hickeys on him the days before, then Dick always just needed to press at them and think about you to push himself over the edge.

Some may call it unhealthy to be so obsessed with his own boyfriend, but Dick could care less. You treated him well, fucked him so good he cried in pleasure just thinking about it, and you loved him because you wanted too and not because someone ordered it, or you wanted to use him.

It did annoy you a little to see him cumming all over his own torso, abs flexing, and jaw clenched, right after you had just cleaned him up. At least he got none of it on his new tattoo, even if you feared the sweat he must have been producing would bother it.

“You just have to help me keep and eye on it” he snickers as you lift his leg to make sure everything is as it should be, and put a cover over it so it can heal a little before Dick can walk around with it. “You can help me with something else first” you snicker, easily picking Dick up and throwing him over one of your broad shoulders, your lover picking up on where you were going quickly.

And yeah, maybe tattooing your partner was hot, or maybe it was all the hickeys and bruises you left on him, or just the fact that Dick could get off just looking at your tattoo covered body flexing. But it had gotten blood pumping for you too, and maybe you couldn’t fuck him or his thighs for a while, but Dick always seemed more than willing to offer up his mouth or pecs.

[opalblade]

01 FEBRUARY 25.

𓂀 HASTA NAKSHATRA THEMES .

AN: click "alt" to see the astrological placements

🪬 HASTA AS GOD'S VESSEL .

savitar (hasta's deity) desired "may the gods place their faith in me"

✧ i have a theory that hasta natives look to bring god onto earth in their own ways and channel god and god-like power. hasta possesses "the power to manifest and place it in one's hands" and since hasta is in virgo, the sign that represents the material plane, their focus is primarily to channel god and god's presence onto earth.

✧ nuns are a very well known hasta association as many actors that play nuns have hasta placements and many real life nuns also have hasta placements. this is the most obvious manifestation of "the gods placing their faith in another" as nuns devote their lives to god and religion.

✧ occultists have also been revealed to have major hasta relations by claire nakti's research, which you can find on youtube. earlier occultists performed god-like feats like telepathy and were very much into alchemy, trying to find the solution to immortality. many occulists believe they are channeling god when they perform their feats and current occultists will refer to channeling "spirit" or some higher power.

✧ hasta is related to writers as many writers have hasta nakshatra and hasta's symbol is the hand. hasta nakshatra's power is "the power to manifest and place it in one's hand" and one could say that writers receive divine inspiration for their works. they manifest or channel whatever they write.

✧ ariana grande (hasta moon) inserts herself as god and other mythological and mystical beings in the music video for "god is a woman". she constantly places herself as a figure for the divine feminine. her song "just like magic" from her album "positions" is about manifesting.

✧ brandy norwood has been dubbed the vocal bible, in reference to her singing skills. she has hasta ascendant.

🪬 HASTA'S FLUIDITY .

✧ christopher nolan (hasta ascendant) directed the movie "inception", where the theme of dreams and fluid identities comes into play. cobb, the main character, is played by leonardo dicaprio [above] and marion cotillard plays a major role as his wife. we see characters like tom hardy shapeshift from a man to a woman, time is explored and warped, and the truth behind reality is brought into question.

✧ christopher nolan is notorious for his exploration of the concept of time in his movies, popular examples being tenet, memento, interstellar and inception.

✧ marion cotillard [below] plays cobb's wife in inception and has spoken about liking acting as it allows her to have many professions while keeping the same profession in real life. hasta natives like the idea of exploring several different identities and facets of the human psyche.

✧ anne hathway [below] plays an important role in interstellar, constantly questioning the fabric of reality, time and space and our understanding of it. she has been in more than one nolan movie, playing catwoman in his batman movie "the dark knight rises", which is another hasta theme i will explore later in the post. she also wanted to be a nun as a child and played mia thermopolis, who went through a massive beauty transformation in "the princess diaries". the movie shows her going from an ordinary, geeky girl to becoming princess of genovia.

✧ this fluidity through identity is apparent in discourse surrounding ariana grande who is frequently criticised for race baiting, from her skin tone down to her voice. however her fluid identity is not all negative. the excellent tarot reader maestro, @bitdemonic, describes ariana grande as "the embodiment of dual personalities", due to her seeming innocence hiding her sexual nature in her 18+ tarot pick a card. (ps. i highly recommend!)

🪬 HASTA, THE TRICKSTER .

✧ hasta nakshatra is a moon nakshatra in the virgo rashi, which is ruled by mercury. the combination of these two planets lends itself to the fluidity present in hasta natives and aids in deception.

✧ hasta nakshatra is considered a trickster nakshatra because the planet mercury represents a prepubescent child that hasn't been sexualised yet. this means they are more focused on playing, as children do, and sliding through different expressions. this is also why hasta nakshatra is associated with fairies such as tinkerbell and glinda, the good witch. fairies were traditionally seen as trickster spirits.

✧ matt damon [above] played tom ripley in "the talented mr. ripley" and he cons several people into believing his fake identity and even gets away with multiple murders.

✧ leonardo dicaprio plays jordan belfort (real-life hasta moon) in "the wolf of wall street", in which he cons and scams countless people, ending up in jail. leonardo also manages to adopt varying identities in the film "catch me if you can", outsmarting the fbi in the process.

✧ hasta nakshatra is deceptive moon and its natives uses this to serve their material desires as hasta is placed in virgo rashi.

✧ several catwoman actresses have hasta nakshatra. catwoman is a thief and a master of disguise, matching the hasta themes of fluid identities and tricksters.

✧ ariana grande, anne hathaway and zoë kravitz [above] all played or, in ari's case, dressed up as catwoman.

✧ hasta nakshatra is also related to thieves and its symbol is the hand. hasta is noted by vindelllas to be related to gold-digging, especially as hasta's power is to "manifest and to place it in one's hand".

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© 2025 opalblade. do not copy, repost, or translate my works to any other platforms.

[radioregine]

like y'all don't understand that before the tom hardy venom movies came out, ppl were not that receptive to even pairing eddie w the symbiote. bc comic!eddie at the time was ""too abusive"" for mainstream fandom & nobody knew much abt hardy!universe eddie. so x reader prevailed for a while. idk i have a longstanding complex beef w/ x reader content lol and it came out in full force around the time ppl stopped calling it 'reader insert' and changed to writing the shit like forms (if 'Y/N' has 1000 haters they're all me. if 'Y/N' has 2000 haters they're all me. i hate 'Y/N' just use a personal pronoun like generations of nerds did b4 you 😤😤😤)

[mayfieldss]

Just go with it - Benny Cross

synopsis: Benny's night takes a strange turn when you show up and use him as a distraction.

The start of Benny's night had been nothing to brag about. He'd been sitting at the bar after a long day of riding, with some of the other vandals surrounding him, and he was so fucking tired. The conversation was bland, only because the boys seemed to talk about the same shit every night, and it was starting to get dull. Benny had thought of calling it a night until you showed up.

You burst through the door of the bar, hair disheveled and whipped from wind. You looked out of breath, but there was a determined look in your eye when Benny saw you, and a shiver went up his spine as you made eye contact with him. And suddenly, you were heading his way.

Your steps were deliberate and you weren't deterred at all by the state of the men in the bar. Or of the matching jackets that suggested you'd walked into the center of a bikers club. A bikers club full of drunk and rowdy men. You were looking Benny right in the eye, and it wasn't long before you reached him and stool where he sat.

Glancing over your shoulder once, it was as though you were calculating something in your head. Weighing up the risk of Benny compared to whatever else had brought you in here.

It was only when the door to the bar swung open again and two cops set foot in the bar that you turned back to Benny, tugged him off his stool and apologized.

"I'm sorry about this. Just go with it. Please." your hands grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, and you pressed your lips to his before he could respond. As confused as Benny was, he played along just fine. After all, a gorgeous girl was kissing him. What else was he supposed to do other than kiss back?

His hands found purchase on your waist, and pulled your forward until your body was pressed to his. It was the most exciting thing to happen to Benny in weeks, and god your lip gloss tasted sweet. Like cherries and roses. You felt like something holy in his grasp and he couldn't help bringing a hand up to your hair, burying his fingers within it as he deepened the kiss. Your nose knocked with his, and his breath blended with yours as you panted for air between presses of his lips to yours. God, it was the best fucking kiss Benny had ever had.

And just when Benny thought he was going to drown in you—in this stranger that had her body on his—you pulled away. You looked over your shoulder again and the two cops had disappeared. Benny was smart enough to know the kiss was a strategy to hide from them, but he couldn't help but wish you'd kiss him again even though the cops were gone. You turn back to him, and the look is your eyes is one of relief and gratitude.

"Thank you, so much." you run a hand through his hair and down his face, grazing your fingers over the stubble on his cheeks. It makes Benny a little feral—your gentle touch on his skin. You push yourself up once more, and press a kiss to his lips again, soft, slow and way too short for Benny's liking. The kiss is like a thank you note, and as you pull away Benny is absolutely lost for words. "keep up the good work, handsome." you say, before backing away. You wink at him as you head for the door, hair messier than when you came in, the reminder of Benny's fingers tangled in the locks.

When you're finally gone, it feels as though Benny made the whole thing up. You felt to him, like a fever dream, and if it weren't for the hooting and hollering of the other boys around him he would have thought you never happened at all.

"The fuck was that?" Johnny asks, taking a swig of the beer he'd been nursing for an hour. But Benny has no idea how to answer. Because he doesn't even know your name.

"I have no fucking clue." he mutters, partially as an answer for himself rather than the leader of the vandals.

Before he can stop himself he finds his boots pounding their way across the floor, and he's halfway across the bar in seconds. He can't help opening the door and stepping out into the cool night, hoping to catch a glimpse of you somewhere nearby. You can't have gone far, you were just saying goodbye moments before. But as he looks around, the space before him lit up by the yellow glow of streetlamps, there isn't a trace of you to be found.

Benny can feel his heart pounding at the thought of you. Of your voice and your taste. But he'll be damned if he can believe you ever really existed. The street is empty apart from his figure in the middle of it. And maybe, just maybe, the girl he kissed tonight was nothing but a fantasy.

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[smuttyfantasyrecs]

Tom Hardy

🦋 anal 🦋 degrading 🦋 meeting the parents 🦋 praise 🦋 tattoo 🦋 virgin 🦋 personal assistant 🦋 ass man 🦋 calming 🦋 motorcycles 🦋 use me 🦋 I can't wait for you to break 🦋 friends to lovers 🦋 shy 🦋 bratty 🦋 innocence 🦋 pregnant 🦋 I want you 🦋 innocence 🦋 party girl 🦋 breeding 🦋 mirror 🦋 innocent 🦋 early riser 🦋 naughty girl 🦋 24/7 🦋 nipple piercings 🦋 miles and miles 🦋 jealousy 🦋 bath 🦋 i'm gonna take care of you 🦋 boob guy 🦋 bath time 🦋

@buckyownsmylife

🦋 undress me 🦋

@simplystevies

[buckyownsmylife]

hi ! i didn’t realised how much i missed reading your headcannons until i read bff!tom . and I LOVE IT . i know you have afew bff!tom already but pls i beg for more like maybe the reader just gets really jealous and upset cause she thinks tom has a girlfriend that he’s been seeing recently and just thinks “ oh i completely missed my chance again “ and then tom notices and confronts her about it and she accidentally blurb out the truth 😩😮‍💨😮‍💨 i honestly appreciate anything you write cause they’re just all so good

Thank you so much, that's so sweet of you to say! I liked your idea, let me see what I can make of it...

“Why are you avoiding me?”

You didn’t know what to say or where to hide

Once Tom got in one of those moods, all bets were off

But you had your reasons to pull away from him

Namely the pictures that had been circulating in the web of him and a rising young actress

You had thought the kiss you two had shared one night, a few weeks ago, had meant something

At least to you, it did

But seeing those pictures was like a punch to the gut

And so you decided to stay away from him

Thing is, he didn’t agree with your decision

“Tell me,” he insisted, while you fought tears from escaping

How could he not know that this was killing you?

“You’re gonna tell me right now, Y/N, or I swear to God!”

“Shouldn’t you be with your girlfriend?” You yelled, surprising even yourself

“Shouldn’t you... Shouldn’t you be worried about her, instead?”

For a second, Tom stayed there, confused

And then he remembered

“Oh, baby...” He managed to get close enough to you to capture you in his arms

“That was a publicity stunt. I barely know the girl and besides, I’ve been in love with someone else for much longer.”

Although you already had an idea about who he was referring to, you couldn’t help but ask, “Who?”

“You, crazy lady.”

He pulled you into his arms, and kissed your forehead while smiling ear to ear.

You knew you were smiling just as wide, so that’s why you taunted him

“Why don’t you kiss me then?”

That’s when he took you in his arms, kissing the heck out of you

You were left dizzy from the lack of breathing, but happy

“You’re the only one I want,” he reassured you, putting any remaining doubt to sleep - forever

[angelofthenight]

Alfie, badly dancing: Wanna dance?

You, standing stiffly, arms crossed: No.

Alfie, stops dancing: Yeah, me neither.

[shegatsby]

The Bikerider and The Nurse

Prologue

She had to run and find a shelter in a place where she had never been before, starting again was never easy but she was determined.

He was a troublemaker with a good heart and one day he found himself in the gentle hands of a pretty nurse.

A/N: Hi guys!!!!! I have been thinking about writing Benny x nurse reader for so long and im finally doing it. I cannot wait to share the chapters with you. Stay tuned. Let me know if you want to be tagged. This will be a mini series FYI.

[potter-solomons]

I love a man who wants me so much he forgets he's vegan 🤣

Men these days just aren’t…men. All I want is one to look at me and think, yes, I want her. 

You know, this line is poetry. It's something anyone who has felt the dark sting of loneliness. I've never had that happen, that I know of. Meaning no man has ever said that explicitly.

I imagine that it's a feeling of contentment. Feeling wanted and needed because connection is so important.

I enjoyed this. Especially when she spoke her mind before she blocked the idiot who stood her up.

Like Fine Wine-Tom Hardy x Reader

Pairing: Tom Hardy Warning: Perhaps language? Innuendos? Honestly, I didn't mean it, but this is a total crack fic. He's also not very sober and he's forgotten he's veg. I don't know if I should apologize or not for this garbage. It was suppose to be sexy. Word Count: 1k Summary: After being stood up, Tom Hardy saves the day.

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She wasn’t one to fuss over much. Life sort of just happened and that was that. What was the point of bitching? However, after spending hours doing her makeup and hair, ironing her favorite dress, and squeezing on her favorite heels, she couldn’t help, but feel a bit miffed. Sorry. Something came up. Rain check? When she heard the ding, she was excited to flip over her phone, but with each word, she felt her chest cave in. Dating was getting tiresome. Week after week of flops. He’d already been about forty-five minutes late, and her? On her second glass of red wine that began to stain her lips. “Prick,” she whispered, throwing her phone in her bag and sitting up straight. He wasn’t even man enough to call for the reservation earlier that day.

Someone once told her, if he wants to, he will. And he clearly fucking didn’t want to, that was bloody fucking sure. Opening the menu, she sighed as her eyes glanced over the options. It was a bitch of a place to get in, and she sure as hell wasn’t going to misuse her pulled strings. But as she contemplated between a filet mignon or braised pork…or maybe the mushroom risotto? The back of her head jumped through hoops debating whether or not bitch him out. And when her fingers gripped the menu so tight, she no longer could feel the tips, she slammed the menu down and grabbed her phone. Her face scrunched as she furiously texted: I don’t know if your mother has ever told you or not, but maybe you shouldn’t be 45 minutes late just to fucking cancel! Have a nice life and maybe stay single.

Oh, and one more thing, fuck you. 

With that, she blocked the fucker and turned off her phone, slamming it back in her bag. She wasn’t just going to get the most expensive steak, but that side of cheesy mashed potatoes and shrimp, too. The waiter came over, empathetic, and offered a glass of house wine for free. She mumbled a thank you, “could I put in an appetizer as well?” He hummed and flipped open his pad. “Crab cakes-oh! And the salmon bites. That’s all.” And when he started to walk away, she called him, “and you know what, I’m probably going to get dessert, too. Extra chocolate lava cake, two scoops of ice cream, and some extra syrup on the side.”

She handed him the menu, and sunk down in her seat, sipping the wine, staring off into the distance. Of course she was wondering what was wrong with her, but nothing was wrong with her. Men these days just aren’t…men. All I want is one to look at me and think, yes, I want her. 

As she wallowed in self pity, eying each dish as it came out, there was someone eying her. Just at the bar, he sat slightly turned, sipping his drink. He loved an independent woman. A lady not afraid to be in her own company and enjoy good food. Especially that much fucking food…fuck. He wasn’t judging, of course. Impressed, more like it. And to be honest, quite hungry as well. Her main course came out and she dug in, not caring if the grease coated her lips or if little pieces of meat stuck to her face. 

A beautiful woman doing what any beautiful woman should do, enjoy good food and good wine. The way she licked her thumb and closed her eyes everytime a new piece went into her mouth. He slid off the stool and fixed his black sports jacket before shooting down his drink, and taking long strides her way. When he approached, she was too busy sucking the meat off the bone to notice he pulled the chair opposite of her out. It screeched against the marble floor. If he was any less sober, he would have fallen into the table.  

Her eyes fluttered up, and she paused, the bone dropping to the plate. Both their drunken eyes met. What a dumbass, she thought, scrunching her face as he gave her a toothy grin and wiggled his eyes a bit. “Can I help you?” She wiped her mouth, and tossed the cloth on the table.

He leaned in, pointing his finger at her, and in a long slur said, “you look like you need a woman like a man like to share-that wasn’t it.” He blinked, swallowed and shook his head. “A man like you needs a cake like me to share that woman.” That’s when he reached over and swiped her cheek with his thumb and licked it. The man was so drunk, he forgot he was bloody fucking vegan. 

She sat up, looking around for her waiter, wondering if anyone else saw this strange man. But when she looked back at him, through her drunken haze, she realized she knew him from somewhere. Not quite sure where, but somewhere. Tilting her head, she asked, “do we know each other?”

His toothy grin widened as he took her spoon and shoved it into her lava cake, digging out a big ol’ slice. The chocolate dripped down, making little spots across the table. He shoved it in his, making a mess. His crisp white shirt was stained, and the chocolate coated over and between his teeth. Reaching back over, he stabbed the cake once more before motioning her to move in. “C’mere,” he said. “C’mon!” A bit too puzzled to question, she slid her chair over and he grabbed her face, puckering, squeezing her cheeks to open her mouth. Once her mouth opened just enough to fit the spoon, he shoved it in. Choking slightly, she dabbed her mouth with the napkin. 

Conflicted, she grabbed her phone and searched, swearing she knew him. But she was having a hard time believing it. When typing the name, his picture showed up and she compared. Looking at the phone, looking at him eating her cake. Slowly, her eyes mooned, but before she could say anything, the waiter said, “Mr. Hardy, we called you a taxi. They’re out front.” He slowly got up, wobbling a bit. Reaching over, he tapped her cheek.

“Thank you for this beautiful night,” he said before sighing. “Why should it end here?”

She looked at the waiter and at him, and hummed. “Pay for dinner?”

He took out his wallet, fumbling with his card all while saying. “Take the cake…and the bottle of wine.” She didn’t argue, shoving the wine in her purse and holding the cake to her desk, hurrying after him.