Friend Or Foe? ||Micah Bell X Reader Smut

Friend Or Foe? || Micah Bell x Reader Smut

Summary: Your anger is raging after Arthur found himself a new girl. During setting a tent, you're being visited by Micah, will you consider him as a friend or foe?

Warnings: SMUT

Words: 1116

Authors: Cass & Rouge

Another lonely day brought you sadness and anger. Since Arthur decided to break up with you, you couldn't find yourself a proper place to be in the camp. Mostly, you were spending time outside, you were traveling to nearest town only to frown your sadness in whiskey. You robbed some people from time to time, you had enough of asking Dutch for some dollars.

 That day, you were setting tent in the valley from where you had a great view at camp and fest that was happening there. Dutch, Arthur and rest of gang were celebrating a great train robbery from the day before.

  Tears streamed down your face. "Great! Fuckers!"

"You ain't celebrating, miss Y/L/N? Arthur isn't spending time with his sweetheart?," Micah teased as he walked closer to you. "That's kinda weird 'cuz you were always all over him like a bitch in the heat and now? Sitting here and crying."

 "You good know it's been a while since we ain't a thing, Bell," you told him viciously and didn't look at him.

 Micah Bell was the only person you hated even more than Arthur Morgan. Everyone called him a rat and they were right about this - Micah was kind of man you didn't want to meet. Vicious and mean like no one else, he would do anything to mix you with mud.

 Micah laughed. "Ah! Morgan changed girl again. This is so sad," he hummed happily.

"It would be a shame if someone else would snatch you right under his nose."

 You cocked brows and gave him a mean glance. "Oh, you're an expert, as I see. Now, leave me alone. Don't ya see I'm busy, fella?"

 You turned head aside pretending you are setting the cot, when truth was that tears rolled down your cheeks. Micah got into your vulnerable point. Again.

 "I for sure know more than this dump hey stuck Morgan," Micah wrapped arm around you to pull you closer to him. "I am no kind of man that have a golden heart but it's sad to see such a pretty face covered with tears."

 You looked at him slowly. You didn't hesitate to let him see you like this, hurt to the bones. You dropped the blanket and wrapped arms around him, hugging to him and letting tears fell down. "I hate him, Micah! I fucking hate Morgan," you snorted loudly.

 He hugged you and pat your back. "There, there, girl. You ain't the only one that hate him but I tell ya something," Micah took your chin in his hand and forced you to look at him. "He ain't worth your attention, Y/N."

 You nodded quickly. "Yes. He doesn't. He fucking doesn't. Fucking useless cock," you growled. You gave Micah a glance. "Why you ain't with 'em? You're part of gang."

 "I could ask you the same thing, girl. I'm not that much into group celebration. Besides, I got worried that one of our ladies is away," he said looking at you.

 "I won't spend time with those fucking scums. I don't see myself there," you said. "I don't want to see HIM with his new pussy."

 "Oh, poor girl. I can always give you some of my time," Micah said with a smile on his face

 You tilted head. "Oh, really? What can you offer me?," you asked, crossing hands over your chest and measuring him with a grin.

 "Whatever you're gonna ask for, girl. I am open like a book for ya."

 You stepped closer to him, wrapped arm around his neck and whispered into his ear. "Fuck my cunt, Bell."

 He picked you up. "With a fucking pleasure, girl." Micah carried you away from your tent.

He pressed you against the tree. "We are far enough. They ain't gonna see us but they sure will hear us," Micah purred as he lifted your dress.

 You slipped hands beneath material of your dress and pulled your panties down, stepping out of them quickly. "Well, I heard you haven't had girl in a while, is that true?," you teased. "Is that true that Micah Bell haven't gotten laid because no girl has wanted him?"

 "Well, maybe it's true. I am not Marston or Morgan to fuck whatever moves. Now, let's see what hides under this nice dress of yours," Micah hummed and his hand sneaked between your legs to play with your pussy.

 You grabbed him by collar of his flannel shirt to pull him closer. "Can you feel it? Can you feel how wet I am for you?," you teased as you grinded over his palm.

 "Yes, I do, miss, and I really enjoy the feelin'." He picked you up and undid his pants to pull out his already hard cock. "Look at that, miss. You must be some magical thing," Micah purred before thrusting into you.

 You gasped and held onto his neck. "Oh, yeah, just like that, Bell. Just like fucking that, fella," you told him, brushing your cheek against his bearded face.

 He smiled fucking you harder. "You like it, huh? You love when real man fucks you," Micah growled against your neck.

 "Yeah, I do," you gasped loudly as his dick hit your spot. "Oh, God!"

 "Ah! So here it is. That's the spot," Micah smiled as he focused. "Did Morgan ever fuck you just as good as I do?," he asked, picking up his pace.

 You managed to shook your head only. You couldn't reply, pleasure was getting unbearable and even though you hated yourself for what were you doing, you enjoyed feeling of being stretched by a man. Primal instinct took control over you.

 "From now on, ya are gonna be my bitch. I will take care of you in the way that Morgan never did," he growled and pulled you into a quick, messy kiss. "I waited for you too long!"

 "Oh, did ya?," you asked, nibbling into his earlobe.

His cock stretched you nicely and your head rolled back, you rested it against tree.

 "Yes I did, I couldn't believe that you decided to put up with that pathetic man," Micah growled loudly, feeling himself getting closer.

"You deserved more!"

 "Oh, Bell, I'm cumming!," you screamed as your nails dug into his shoulders through his shirt. Your pussy clenched tightly around his dick, it pulsated rhythmically, only thing you heard was sound of blood running in your veins.

 "Atta girl!," Micah praised you, slowing his thrusts a little. Soom, he cum too, filling you up."Good girl. Good miss Y/L/N." Micah purred before kissing you.

 "Stay with me for the night," you dropped the proposition casually.

 "Oh, I will, with great pleasure, girl,” Micah said nuzzling to your neck.

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The Hidden Purpose || Armitage Hux x Reader

Summary: You're member of Resistance that was caught and transported to First Order's ship. You're interrogated by General Hux himself but he isn't able to break you. At first opportunity you run away but are caught once again and this time Hux does whatever he can to assure you he's a good man and wants nothing but your freedom. Unfortunately, you believe him, which results in a rough sex in his chamber few days later. Little do you know that he has a plan for you, not necessarily with a happy ending.

Warnings: Physical abuse, smut, death

Words: 3768

Request by: @huxshoe

Authors: Cass & Rouge

Hux was happy like never before, not everyday he was able to put hand on the mind of resistance.

Interrogation didn't go well, you were stubborn but oh, how delighted he was seeing your facade crumbling more and more with every electrical shock the interrogation chair was sending through your body. Hux knew you will break, everyone did at some point, and you weren't any different than all previous unbreakable people he welcomed in this chair.

 The most unexpected thing came when he got a message about your failed attempt of escaping the ship in one of the fighters.

 Armitage had to admit you were really brave and very stupid at the same time.

After receiving the message about you being captured once again, he ordered the troopers to bring you to an empty cell.

It was time for you to learn that disobeying First Order and him was a bad idea.

A cold floor of the cell wasn't the only inconvenience you've experienced lately.

 Sitting on the polished flooring with your back pressed to equally cold wall wasn't something you were dreaming about, yet you were thankful to the Force to be still alive, with your rebellious heart beating hardly within your chest.

 General Hux walked into the cell in the company of two troopers.

He was dressed as always, black uniform, heavy boots and a black coat dropped over his shoulders.

"So? Was it worth it? Running away again, you didn't get too far anyway," Hux said almost giggling but he did his best to keep the tone of his voice serious and cold like it used to be always.

 You threw him a cold glance without replying to his words, you found it pointless to even talk to the man who was simply responsible for death of many innocent people.

 He walked to you and grabbed your chin to make you look at him.

"Oh? This time nothing to say? That's odd, all of you always have mouth full of rebel shit to spread around."

Hux took a good look on you.

"Such a shame. Pretty face, pretty body and it's going to waste so easily," Armitage muttered.

 "Fuck off, bastard," you hissed and grabbed his hand to pull it off your chin. "Don't touch me or I'll snap your fucking neck, traitor," hissing you crawled away.

 Your leg was injured and it was hard for you to stay nor move.

 Armitage looked at you and shook his head, then he moved glance at the troopers.

"Bring me a med kit. I will need it," Hux ordered and stormtroopers immediately followed his words.

 Few minutes have passed and one of soldiers returned with med kit. Armitage took it and sent soldier away.

"Anyway, I bet it must be really uncomfortable with this big gash on your leg, love."

 You frowned hearing him calling you love.

"Who do you think you are?," Growling, you got up slowly and supported yourself against the wall. "Stop talking to me, you ginger scum."

 Armitage saw your internal struggle to keep yourself on your feets.

"Well, I am a general. That's who I am, love," he explained walking closer to you. "Come on, sit down now and no need to be rude. Be respectful, get the respect," Hux shrugged.

 When he somehow got you to sit down and show him your leg without kicking him right in the face, he felt disgusted.

It's not that he was scared of blood or something, he couldn't believe that it was your blood. Him, the general of First Order, playing a fucking doctor with a rebel scum only to get some informations which taking your rank won't be too useful.

Thanks to the force for the gloves, he thought to himself.

 "You see, I guess I am not that bad. I help enemy in need," Hux joked dryly before pressing a cotton pad dipped in the antiseptic to your wound.

 Despite angst you felt in your soul and despite the disgust you felt towards this man, you let him treat your wound.

"Why the hell are you doing this? Wouldn't it be easier to kill me?," You asked rapidly.

 He looked at you and raised his eyebrow. Oh, how much he wanted to wrap both of his hands around your throat and squeeze the life out of you.

 "Well, as you see, it's not easier, love. If it would, I wouldn't be stopping myself from taking your life away," Hux explained and gave you a cold, clearly fake smile.

 Despite the lack of knowledge when it comes to wounds, he was a general, not a fucking nurse after all, Armitage did a neat job with taking care of your wound.

"So? I think I did a nice job, huh?"

 You looked at him and moved glance to your wound. Indeed, he treated it pretty well.

"Not bad as for the general," you shrugged and checked if the bandage was wrapped not too tightly so the blood could easily circulates in your leg. "What you want me to do in return? Come on, we both know you didn't do this without a reason, I'm not an idiot," informing him, you looked into his green eyes.

 Hux chuckled and shook his head.

"Am I really that bad? How come when I tell you I did all of this just because you are beautiful, young woman and I couldn't look at the suffering you put yourself trough?"

 You couldn't believe what you heard. Tilting your head aside a little, you blinked few times.

"I don't know what kind of shit they're giving you and your people but you sound delusional," you snorted. "Since when one of the most important members of the First Order compliments some rebel scum, huh, general Hux?"

 "I don't know what your beloved princess taught you but for sure this weren't good manners, love. Such a pretty face but such a dirty mouth," Hux rolled his eyes. "I do this since that rebel scum has a very pretty face," Armitage answered.

 Not being sure how to behave, you simply smiled his words away.

"If you're being so kind and sweet on me, let's make a deal. You'll let me go and I won't tell anyone that you got soft around me."

 General simply laughed.

"You are a cute one but I am not afraid of such a rumors," he said with a shrug.

"Too many of female and male part of First Order tried to use them. Soon people stopped believe, love," Armitage shrugged off the coat and put it around your shoulders. He knew the cells were mostly cold so prisoners could be hold in them for a longer time and looking at your half-torn clothes he knew you were cold in there.

 In first moment you wanted to throw the coat off your shoulders but as soon as you felt a nice warmth of it, you accepted it. Apparently the coat was still warm from his warmth.

"Thanks," you mumbled quietly and wrapped flaps of the clothing around your figure. "Answer me, am I going to die here?"

 "Well. Without protection for sure," he hummed without much of thinking, Armitage looked at you.

 He had to admit you were a pretty one. Almost as pretty as the girls he often ordered to his room but this didn't matter.

 "But you are lucky today, love. You can be under my protection and be completely free from any side of conflict," general said.

 You frowned at his words yet got interested in the opportunity of being freed soon.

"Tell me more," you asked simply and inhaled the strong scent of his fragrance from the coat. He was using a nice cologne, you had to admit.

 Ginger general smiled to himself mentally. You caught the bait, his little trick was working. Women were easy after all.

 Hux smiled at you.

"You know my rank is high, love. I know many people, even the ones that live outside the war hell," he dared to get closer to you and gently cup your cheek, his thumb moved across the soft skin.

"I can easily find a shelter for you, love. Everything to make you safe."

 "What in return?," You asked openly.

 It would be too simple to trick First Order with a help of their general. Entire thing stank but you were helpless and willing to hear him out.

 Hux shrugged, opening his arms.

"Nothing, love. Some love and affection that everyone needs. Do I like it or not I fell for you."

Armitage cringed inside, love wasn't the feeling he wanted or needed. He hated the whole situation taking fact to whom he was speaking. General confessing to a rebel, what a joke.

 You slowly cocked brows.

"No way," you told him and got up to get into his level. "No fucking way," you repeated and slowly went to door, supporting yourself against the wall. You pounded them few times and tried to open them but you didn't succeed. "Open this fucking door."

 Armitage walked to the door and punched in the code. The door slid open and man bowed his head.

"Here you go, Y/N. No need to be rude."

 This got you off the guard.

You looked at the empty corridor, then back at him. The freedom was ahead, you only had to reach your hand out...

 Instead of getting out of the chamber, you took step back and shivered all over your body.

 In the back of your head you saw yourself trying to run away with that injured leg and being shot with a blaster at nearest corner. It was too risky in your state. You weren't ready and it was more than sure you wouldn't make it through their base. Not alone. But with him... With him it might work.

 "Okay," you swallowed hardly and looked at him. "I agree."

 Armitage simply offered you his hand.

"Come on, don't shiver."

 General took you to his quarter.

The room was really nice, big and filled with needed stuff. Nice desk, big bed, small coffee table, couch and many other things.

"I hope you will like it here."

 Hux couldn't believe himself, what he had to do for the First Order. To let scum into his own room was a huge commitment from his side and he never knew he was capable to do something like this.

 Armitage giggled, he couldn't believe in your words.

"I am the general. I know what you think about us but like you see, First Order takes a good care of people working for them."

 Armitage took your hand and placed a kiss on your palm, much to his disgust.

"And I can take care of you.”

 You didn't reply and deep inside you were screaming. Disgust almost made you vomit but you pretended to cough a little.

 It was warm enough in the chamber so you took the coat off and handed it back to its owner.

"Thanks."

 Hux nodded and took the coat to hide it into the wardrobe.

"Kitten's name is Millicent," he added quickly.

 You walked to his bed and knelt down, you started stroking cat's ear what caused a symphony of purring.

 "Am I still a monster?," Hux asked.

He was getting tired of his whole play, he needed information now. Few more minutes and he will probably shoot you himself.

 "So. What exactly do you need?," You asked still petting his cat. "You took me out of the cell so I owe you something."

 Millicent laid herself on the back, exposing her belly to you in a hope to get some rubs yet you got up and walked to back to general.

 Hux shrugged.

"As I said, all I need is some love and affection."

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 It took Hux whole painful and annoying week to make you see a good man in him. There was so many times that he wanted to shoot or simply stab you and watch you bleed out but he controlled himself.

 Although the information you held might be useless, there still was a tiny shadow of hope that you knew more, after all you have been often seen around Leia or other important figure.

 Finally one day, he had you sitting on his desk.

Face all red, breath heavy and eyes clouded with arousal.

 Armitage was proud of himself.

He was always taught he was nothing, that he was useless and now here he was, with woman he seduced completely by his own.

 With legs parted by his hips, you were playing with buttons of his black, satin shirt.

"I can't believe what I'm doing," you told him as you unbuttoned two last buttons and opened his shirt, revealing the pale skin of his.

 Hux smiled at you and easily unbuttoned your white shirt he provided by himself as gift to soften you.

"If I can be fully honest, I am happy you finally accepted my feeling, love," Hux purred grabbing your hand. "You're the one that will shed the clothes. I have meeting in half an hour and I don't want to look improperly," Armitage announced before kissing you deeply, his tongue was pushed into your mouth as his hands worked on taking your shirt off.

 You helped him with your shirt and soon dropped it to the floor, revealing your half-naked body to the ginger general. Looking up at him you slipped off the counter of his desk to strip off your pants as well.

 Hux stepped back and watched happily.

He imagined you as one of the working girls, there was no other way for him to accept you - the rebel scum getting that close to him, the general.

 "Very nice," Armitage purred as he looked at your completely naked form right in front of him.

He grabbed your sides and surprisingly easily sat you back on the desk. "You won't regret it, love."

 Soon Hux was opened a fly in his pants and freed his cock.

To his own surprise the probably idiotic idea of imagining you as whore helped him get hard.

 You parted your legs for him and took a hold onto his stiffened length to give it few long strokes, clenching palm from time to time.

 You felt disgust towards yourself. Being so close to the most important figure in First Order, in such a situation. You felt dirty, like a real whore whom you partly became only to get your freedom back.

 Armitage smiled and kissed you deeply removing your hand from his memeber.

He slowly guided himself inside you, making sure to be really gentle.

 You laid your back on the desk and wrapped legs around his hips.

It's been a longer while since you were having sex for the very last time and you felt like it would be the first time for you, you walls were clenched so tightly that Hux had to work a little before slipping his shaft fully in.

 Hux didn't had time for this, pulling out he spat on his hand and pumped his cock to make his shaft slick. Then, he pushed right back in, without even trying to be gentle this time.

 You let out a quiet whimper and rubbed your clit few times, just to make yourself slick.

"Hux!," You whimpered and looked up at his dignified figure.

 "What is it, love?," He asked, hovering over you, his hips moved like a pistons. Armitage was pushing deep inside you with every thrust.

 Moaning loudly you let him taking you as much as he wanted. In the way he wanted.

His cock was slamming in and out of your tight pussy, making you vulnerable at his every touch.

 "Look at you, such a good girl. You will be mine now," he purred bending down to kiss your neck and then moved lower to your breasts.

 You were moaning through clenched teeth, your arms wrapped around his neck as you kissed his temples, rolling hips to meet each of his thrusts.

 Hux's lips wrapped around your nipple, sucking and biting the sensitive flesh.

Somehow he was able to pick up his pace.

His hand cupped your cheek.

"Are you a good girl, love?," General asked with a soft, quiet purr in his voice.

 You nodded taking a hold onto his hand like it would be the only thing on which your life depended.

"I am!"

Oh, how happy he was to see your reaction. After all his efforts was worth something.

Hux focused on hitting that one particular sweet spot to force the answer out of you.

"So, will you tell me where the rest of resistance is, love?," Ginger man gasped.

"Planet of Crait!," You screamed and wrapped legs tighter around his hips to deepen his moves.

Hux's cock was sliding easily in your pussy, sending a huge waves of pleasure to every nerve of your body, in the result of this you weren't able to control yourself any longer.

"How many of you?," He asked simply pushing harder in your pussy, your walls were clenching nicely around his shaft, hugging it tightly.

"I... Don't... Fuck! I don't know!"

He smiled giving you few harder thrusts, his hands moved between your bodies to aggressively rub your clit.

"What is your princess planning?"

"She wants.... Ah!," You couldn't focus when he was teasing your spot with the tip of his throbbing cock. "She wants to reunite with rest of Republic but till now no one responded to her call!"

That was it.

This was all he needed, finally he could quit this game.

Armitage pulled his dick away and grabbed your hair tightly, tugging on them to throw you off the table to the floor.

"Finally!," He growled and kicked you right in the stomach with his combat boot while shifting his cock back into pants and improving them.

Hux laughed maniacally and rubbed his hands together.

You gasped at the sudden emptiness but as soon as he threw you off the desk and you hit your back against the marble floor, you let out a loud, short scream and rolled into a ball.

Hux smiled and kicked you few more times just for simple fun. After that he ordered Phasma to pay him a visit.

After few minutes Captain walked into the room.

"General," woman said and looked at you. "I see the plan worked. Where are we heading?"

Armitage looked at your hopeless body on the floor.

"Planet of Crait. There shouldn't be much of them, poor Princess got no answer for her useless cry for help," he explained and Phasma nodded.

"I will prepare the troops, shall I send someone here as well?,"" Woman asked.

"Yes. I can't look at her anymore. And make sure to send in troops that really can shoot. I don't want them to miss," Hux ordered.

After Phasma left he walked up to you and pulled your hair once again forcing you to look at him.

”Look at yourself, poor, tiny rebel and where is your wonderful princess now? I used you and got what I wanted, just like I always do, and you? Beaten up and used, left to die by people who claimed to fight for the good side," he chuckled darkly. "No one came, no one cared. This is how good your people and princess are."

You shivered hardly when tears rolled down your cheeks.

Deep inside you were reconciled with the fact they'll kill you one day. But you happened to trust that guy. He claimed to help you and it was all a lie.

Naked, beaten, you looked into his eyes, trying to keep your facade unshaken.

"Please, don't!," You screamed grabbing him by sleeve.

He pushed you away and kicked you again, harder than before.

"And why shall I not, huh, rebel scum?"

"Please, don't do this! You ain't like them, I see this!," You cried and wiped your lips from blood after his kick.

Hux's face softened, he walked to you and really gently helped you to get up back on your feet.

He cradled you in his arms and kissed your cheek, moving closer to your ear.

"You are right, love. I am not like them," you could feel him smiling against your ear. "I am worse."

Just in the same moment two soldiers walked inside the room. They looked confused.

"Ah! Here are our guests, love. Come on be a good girl!," Ginger general frowned, forcing you to kneel. "Any last word, sweetheart?"

You sobbed loudly, it was pointless to control any of your emotions.

Your knees hurt of kneeling on the polished, cold floor, the injured leg was hurting the most.

You raised your head and looked at the ginger man.

"Yes, actually," you snapped and when tear rolled down your cheek, you gasped. "I have the last thing to add."

"Spit it out, woman," Hux ordered looking at you.

You smiled at him like you'd be overwhelmed by pure bliss.

"You cannot be sure if I said the truth."

Hux wasn't going to fall for such a play.

"Very well, I will send your body on the planet you told me about. Your friends will neither receive it and bury your with honours or your corps will rote on the forsaken planet, not like I'd care. You've chosen your grave. Fire," Hux yelled.

Soon the floor was painted red.

Hux stood there, not moving by the whole execution. It wasn't first nor last time he was witnessing something like this.

"You idiots! I got blood on my new shoes!," He growled at troopers and sighed deeply, rubbing bridge of his nose. "Just send someone to take her away. Make sure the corps will be sent on her planet and get someone to fucking clean this mess."

Millicent jumped off the bed she was napping at and walked to Hux. She rubbed her side against his combat boot and ran happily towards your dead body. She licked your pale cheek and laid next to your head, purring.

Hux looked at you, he kinda felt bad for you.

You were a really young woman, maybe in your early twenties and yet you ended up like this, just because you wanted to do something you thought was good for people that didn't care.

Even if Armitage felt guilt building up deep in his guts, he had to shake it off.

This was a war and there were only two sides: winners and losers.

First Order was going to be a winner at all costs and he had to make sure of it.

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Uncle Venom || Eddie Brock x Reader

|| Part II ||

Summary: Reader turns out to be pregnant. A huge change is nearing for both her and Eddie. What Venom will say about it?

Warnings: none

Words: 2666

Authors: Cass & Rouge

You felt like you had the most terrible hangover all the time. You were nauseous and liable to vomit at the slightest provocation. You couldn't even fill up your car with petrol without the fumes making you wretch and heave. And it lasted all damn day. How could anything so natural feel so bad? It was worse than gastric flu, at least with the flu you knew it would be over in a few days. This could go on for another seven months.

"Goddamn," you cursed as soon as you crossed the threshold of Eddie's flat, holding shopping bags in both of your hands. You put them on the floor and closed the door behind you.

The most stressing thing was still ahead - you had to inform Eddie.

Eddie was doing something in the kitchen with Venom looking over his shoulder. "Pal, I swear. If you won't stop drolling on the cake butter, you’ll eat it raw," man muttered before looking over his shoulder to spot you. "Y/N, finally, I was getting worried!," Eddie said and walked to you despite Venom's whining.

"No, no, don't leave that tasty cake, Eddie, you fucker!," Venom whined sadly but his face lit up as soon as he spotted you. "Y/N, my saviour has come!"

You smiled gently and stroked Venom's head. "Hello, boys. Eddie," you looked at your boyfriend. "Listen, after dinner we have to talk, okay?"

Eddie wrapped his arm around you and hugged you gently before taking the bag from you, he watched Venom eagerly dived into it to look after something for him. Letting out an annoyed sigh, Eddie looked at you with a worried gaze. "Is everything allright, sweetheart?"

"Later. I'm hungry," you smiled his question away and poked Venom's head. "Pal, I bought you your favourite chocolate bars with nuts."

Venom made huge, puppy eyes and licked his face with his long tongue. "Y/N is a queen, see that, Eddie? Take an example from her, she treats me like a real family member."

Eddie looked at Venom even more annoyed. "Just because you are nice to her. You are a dick for me so I treat you equally and you eat the cake raw,”he said and his attention returned to you. "Y/N, you are sure it can wait? You made me really worried now."

"I am," you growled at him, waving your hands angrily. "Unpack this bags and I'll put the cake into the oven, Jesus. I asked you to do it and it's fucking too much for you? Oh, great! Have you seen how our kitchen looks like?! Has any tornado came through it?," You yelled helplessly as soon as you spotted the mess in the kitchen.

Venom and Eddie both looked at you in shock because of your sudden outburst. "This... can't be normal," Eddie muttered looking at Venom until he realized that symbiot is just looking at the cake form with his tongue stuck out. "You don't even listen to me, parasite!,” He growled at Venom.

Venom stiffened and straighten his form, towering over man, looking down at Eddie. "Don't call me parasite, you pussy. You ain't any better. You just pissed Y/N off. I told you to clean!"

You raised hand to silent them both. "I go lay down, my head is spinning around. I need a moment of silence, I need to gather my thoughts. You two, clean the kitchen, unpack the bags and prepare dinner. And no, Eddie, I won't be eating Chinese food again," you gave him a look before you left to the bedroom.

"You little!," Eddie was ready to grab Venom in the attempt of chocking him but he immediately reacted to your hand. He listened to you, nodding his head. When you disappeared in the bedroom, Eddie looked at Venom. "You lick off the leftovers and I wash the plates, deal?"

Venom frowned his forehead. "Do we really look like a vaccum cleaner?," He snorted but after this he started to licking food from the counter with his tongue. "Mmm, delicious."

"Now you look like a vacuum cleaner, V,” Eddie said, shaking his head.

Eddie started to work hard to clean the whole kitchen and to wash all the dishes. Later he took upon himself to prepare your favorite meal.

When the meal was ready, Eddie prepared the table at walked to you. He knocked on the door. "Y/N? Sweetheart? Dinner is ready and it's not the Chinese food."

You came to the kitchen after few minutes, yawning, with your hair pinned in a bun. "Wow, I wasn't expecting something like this," you clapped hands and took cutlery in your hands.

Meal tasted delicious and you couldn't get over the rice Eddie has prepared, it was perfect.

Eddie and Venom ate with you, Eddie shyly looked at you. "I hope you like it... I though it will be better than Chinese food," he said quietly, giving Venom big piece of chicken meat.

Venom tried his best to stop himself from eating like a monster. He formed a hand and grabbed piece of meat, taking little bites of it, looking shyly at you.

You thanked Eddie and went to brush your teeth.

When finally you got back, you asked Brock to the living room. You took a place on the couch, crossing legs and looking at him, you let out a deep sigh of concern. "Listen, Eddie. Soon our lives is going to change."

When you were gone Eddie went to quickly clean the dishes again before he went to living room as you asked. Eddie looked at you completely puzzled. "Our lives are going to change. Are you leaving me?," He asked shocked.

You rolled your eyes. "If you'll still be behaving like a pussy, I'll consider such a possibility," he grunted.

Venom couldn't help but giggled loudly, until he spotted angry glance of his host.

Eddie frowned. "You know! After today I wouldn't mind it! I have enough of Venom calling me names and treating me like a piece of trash. I don't need to listen such a things fromthe woman I love,”he growled getting up from his seat, pointing on you. "So stop acting like you would be on your fucking period."

"I'm fucking pregnant!," You yelled at him, also getting up.

Venom blinked and hid behind Eddie's shoulder.

Eddie blinked just as Venom did. "Wait... Wait, you are what?!"

“Fucking pregnant!," You growled. "What means you'll be a father."

"OH MY FUCKING GOD!," Eddie yelled and suddenly picked you up only to spin you around. "This is the best news ever, Y/N!"

"Eddie, stop spinning around, we'll vomit," Venom warned.

"Shut up, next time eat less," Eddie said setting you back on the floor only to hug you tightly. "Do you realize you made me the happiest man with parasite in the entire world?!"

You smiled at him softly and stroked his cheek briefly. "I happen to know."

He hugged you tightly, placing his hand on your belly. "My God, look at it, Venom. There is a new life growing,” Eddie said proudly but quickly he started to panic. "But we need so many stuff."

But Venom didn't look happy at all. He observed you for awhile with interest but soon he turned his head away.

"V? What's wrong?," Eddie asked looking confiused.

Venom didn't respond to man's question, he disconnected himself from Eddie and crawled aside, sitting in front of the window.

Eddie looked at Venom and back at you, then he walked to the window. "Hey, what's wrong, pal? Talk to us."

Venom formed head and looked at Eddie, then turned around to face you.

"What's wrong with you, V?," You asked as you sat in the floor next to the symbiote.

Eddie joined you soon and nodded his head. "Exactly, buddy. You can talk to us, you know that."

"Eddie?," Venom looked at his host. "Is Y/N going to die if the new life is in her?"

"No, of course not. The baby will grow inside her belly and then it will come out. They both will be happy and alive, and healthy," Eddie explained and looked at you. "I feel like we would be talking with our firstborn."

Venom looked at man sadly.

You also glared at your boyfriend angrily, frowning.You offered hand to symbiote. "He is our firstborn of some kind," you said quietly.

Venom looked at you, his white eyes widened, symbiote instinctively nuzzled to your hand.

"Sure he is, now come back here, buddy. You don't need to be worried about anything, both of us will be here... well, three of us, soon," Eddie corrected himself with a short laugh.

"Yeah, funny, Edward," symbiote snapped. "When this little alien will be born, you'll kick me out because you won't be needing me anymore. I'll end up in some dirty drain, all alone... Hungry...," Symbiote started shaking all over its form.

Eddie rolled his eyes and picked Venom up, he set him on his shoulder and started to scratch his head. "Such a stupid thing will never, ever happen, V. You are part of our little family and child will never change it. We will always keep you happy and well-fed."

"Yea! We won't be Y/N's favourite parasite anymore! You'll be focused on your child!," Symbiote was whimpering.

You got up and walked to Eddie, stroking Venom's head as well. "V, how do you think, will we be able to prepare everything on our own? Without such a great planner like you?," You asked.

"Y/N is right. No one makes plans as good as you and child requires a lot of planning, buddy,” Eddie said shrugging. "There is really no need to whimper."

"Okay, okay," Venom agreed. But suddenly he frowned again. "Eddie, may I ask you something?"

"Yes, always,”man nodded.

"Are children tasty?"

Eddie blinked. "No, they aren't! You can't eat them!"

"But if they're chubby and pink, they have to be tasty!"

Eddie just facepalmed and looked at you. "Will you help me with that?"

"V, children are little sentient beings that cannot be eaten," you explained with firm face.

Symbiote nodded at your words, accepting them fully. "Of course, Y/N, whatever you say."

"Sure, you listen to her,” Eddie rolled his eyes. "This isn't fair."

"We listen to the only person with balls here," Venom stack his huge tongue out and licked Eddie's face. "But we love you still."

"I love you too, V,” Eddie shook his head, petting Venom's head.

___few months later___ With each contraction came a pain that dominated yours entire being. In those moments, for those seconds that stretched into infinity, there was nothing else. You could hear screaming from other rooms, yet you made no sound at all. When the pain passed it was only for a minute or so and you breathed with closed eyes, unwilling to re-engage with life outside of your own body. The room might as well have been empty for all the awareness you had, and when they did talk, touch, gain your attention you found it so hard. To reply you had to find yourself from the deepest recess of your own mind and drag yourself forward, to use your voice, open your eyes. The midwife was telling you that is was time, time to push. With a guttural grunt you did so and was told to stop, one was enough. You felt the baby crowning, the hot stretching of flesh and held your breath. Without any further effort the baby slid into the hands of the midwife. There was elation, a girl at last, and in seconds she was there, little being rooting for a mother and it all was accompanied by loud cry.

Eddie was walking in a circle on the hallway, nervously biting on his finger. "V... I will go crazy. THIS IS CRAZY! What if she will die!? I WON'T BE ALBE TO RAISE A CHILD ALONE!,” Eddie whimpered stepping into a total panic state.

"Months ago you were assuring us that Y/N is not going to die and now you mention death?," Venom snarled.

"I am just panicking! It takes so long and I miss her!," Eddie said, flopping on the chair. "I want to already see her and the baby."

"We want it too!," Venom nodded his head.

Midwife came out of the labour room. "Mr Brock?," She said loudly holding papers in hands.

Eddie immediately jumped off his seat and walked to the woman. "Yes, yes! That's me! Is she allright?! Is baby allright?! Are they both healthy?! May I see them?!"

"Your girlfriend feels exhausted but she's stable. And I'm happy to tell you that you're the father of a beautiful, little girl," woman said with a smile. "Now we will take miss Y/N at the gynecology ward, there you'll be able to visit her, don't forget she went through a lot and she needs rest," she reminded Eddie before going back to her work.

Eddie looked at Venom with a smile. "Did you hear that!? Our ladies made it!"

"So we have Y/N and little Y/N as well?," Symbiote whispered into man's ear, hiding beneath his hoodie.

Eddie nodded. "You can say that. You see, human kids are a combination of both parents. So there is part of me and part of her in this bbab," he explained as he walked to get to the right ward. "The child will also get her own name. Will you help us with that?"

"Can't we name the kid Venomella? It would suit," symbiote suggested. Venom considered Eddie's words. "So you want to tell us the kid will be, in some way, such a pussy like you?"

"One more word and I will leave you here alone," Eddie warned. "And about this name, we will ask Y/N what she thinks about it."

After few minutes Eddie got to right ward. He slowly walked into your room and smiled, looking at you.

You were laying on the bed, eyes closed, steady breathing. And on your chest was laying little baby wrapped in a blanket, your arm was holding the bundle tightly.

"Is it her?," Venom asked forming his full head.

Eddie nodded. "Yes, it's her," he whispered before kissing your forehead. Grabbing a chair, Eddie sat down next to your bed. "Say hi to new member of the family, V."

Venom tilted his head and peeked into the blanket. There was a tiny, pink body, shivering at the slightest touch. "Hi, we're Venom and we'll protect you," Venom said.

You opened your eyes and looked at Eddie. "Hi, love."

"Hey there, sweetheart. How do you feel?," Eddie asked, keeping eye on Venom. "Venom came up with a name for our baby girl but I don't know if you will like it."

"Mmmm?," You asked sleepily.

"What would you say to Venomella?," Eddie asked with a smile.

“Sorry, Venom but this sucks," you let out a brief giggle. "We'll figure it out when we all will be back home."

Eddie laughed. "You see? I was right Venom, so? Do you like your little sister?," Brock asked before kissing your cheek. "I need to say, I am proud of you."

You smiled at him and closed eyes. "I'm tired," you whispered.

Venom sniffed onto little kid you were holding in your arms.

"I know but you can rest now, you really need it," Eddie said then looked at Venom. "Why do you sniff her?"

"Her scent is reassuring," symbiote said and disconnected with Eddie only to wrap his form around the sleeping girl. "We protect."

Eddie looked at you. "You okay with that? I can leave him with you and go grab you something to drink or eat."

But you didn't reply. You fell asleep pretty quickly due to exhaust.

Your baby girl was also slepping.

Venom closed his eyes as well yet he opened one for a second.

"Go get her flowers and chocolates, women like it," he adviced. "We'll protect our girls. We all are Venom.”

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Scream And Shout || Alfie Solomons x Reader

Summary: When reader tries to pull Alfie out of bad habits, he gets pretty mad.

Warnings: Angry Alfie

Words: 1619

Request by: @peakyheckingblinders

Authors: Cass & Rouge

It could have been water in the glass but it wasn't. It wasn't and everyone knew it. Even at three in the afternoon that transparent liquid that was nothing else but vodka and that wasn't even the start of it. There was brandy in his morning orange juice, "just to give it a little kick". If Alfie was ever drinking coffee mid-morning there was whiskey in it too, cream liqueur if he could get it. By dinner time he was slumped in his chair, dribbling between the snores. It really was best to leave him that way, waking him meant him rambling on about the war, about how bad and "fucking shitty those bastards are", about how you were the best woman there in his life that ever was and ever will be.

His workers had already learned that Alfie Solomons wasn't an easy person to deal with; most of time he was moody, nasty, aggressive, impatient and no one could do anything about this.

That afternoon you had no other option then to step into his office, with few papers in your hands, looking at him sleeping onto his desk counter again.

Being the distiller was too much to handle for him sometimes apparently. You walked to his desk, placed documents on the counter and gently poked his shoulder. "Alfie?"

Alfie woke up pretty quickly, no matter what his mind was never all clouded by alcohol. Probably because of the years of "training" in this matter.

"What? What this fuckers fucked up this time?," Alfie muttered and improved himself in the chair to sit in it properly.

You sent him a brief, warm smile and pushed the papers to him on the counter, pointing at them. "You forgot to fill the agreements so I thought I'll remind you about them," you informed sweetly.

Alfie rolled his eyes highly annoyed, he gently rubbed bridge of his nose. Putting on his glasses, Alfie looked at the paper. "That's all nice and sweet, love, but I will do it may be tomorrow. I don't feel like doin' it now."

"But... It's important, our contractors have to get those agreements signed today...," You tried to explain, still smiling gently at him.

Yes, Alfie was a tough man to deal with, even though you were calling him your boyfriend, partner, lover.

Alfie looked at you with a soft frown. His hands were resting on his knees while one of them bounced.

He still wasn't used to you being around him, nagging, reminding him about stuff. It were just roughly three days since you two became an actual thing. He loved you in his own,weird way but so much attention toward him was starting to drive him crazy.

Alfie shook his head and signed the paper. "Fuckin’.... Here. Happy?"

You shifted in place, slowly raising your eyebrows and wrinkling your forehead. "Thank you, Alfie. You don't have to be rude," you told him taking papers in your hands, squeezing them tightly as if from them your life would depend.

He snorted shortly and pointed at you. "You’ve never ever seen me beein' really fuckin' rude before, woman. This is nothing. You done? Because I could use a drink."

"You drink too much, recently," you told him openly, you sounded worried.

Alfie got up from him seat and walked to one of the cupboards to grab a bottle. "Yea, and? It ain't your problem, really, love. Go look for something to do, okay?," He waved his hand at you and soon returned to his seat with bottle in hand.

Instead of doing what he said, you out papers down on his desk and walked to him, you pulled the bottle out of his hands. "Alfie, please," you asked him.

He smashed his fist against the table. "Are you fuckin' kiddin' me!?Give me that fuckin' bottle back and it ain't a fuckin' joke, Y/N!," Alfie roared at you, without really controlling the loudness of his voice.

You blinked but hugged bottle to your front and stepped away from the man. "No," you replied.

"I won't be fuckin' playing with you, woman!," He growled and grabbed the bottle."And never fuckin’ ever do this again,” Alfie warned you. "Now, go and do your fuckin' work, Y/N."

As soon as you felt how your chin trembled, you turned around quickly and rushed out of the room. You grabbed your coat from the hanger, put it on and left the bakery.

On your way back home you couldn't stop the tears from falling down your cheeks.

Meantime Alfie rolled his eyes, women always were too emotional for his liking. "She will be fine," he muttered to himself before opening the bottle.

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The rest of the day went normally for Alfie. He sat in his office, dealt with some fuckers, drank. In the end, he dressed up and went home.

"Y/N! Imma home! Where are you?," Alfie asked as soon as he passed the threshold.

There was no response. No light was lit in the house, it was cold still, filled with darkness that peered out at Alfie from any corner.

"Y/N! What the hell is happening?," He muttered, turning on the lights and walking deeper into the house.

Mean time you were sitting on the wooden floor in your shared bedroom, leaning your back against wooden door that were locked from inside with the key you were hugging to your breasts. You couldn't calm down after his sudden outburst, and even though you loved him more than anything else on this world, you were shocked that he could have behaved so awfully towards you.

Alfie looked around the flat confused as hell, you never left the house alone. He checked every room for you until he got to the bedroom, the locked door didn't let him in. That was weird. "Y/N? Are you there, love?," Alfie asked, trying to push the door harder.

"Go away!," You said aloud, sniffing a little.

"Oh, so you are there. What's wrong?," He asked and again tried to push the door. "Why are you hiding there, little one?"

"Just go away!," You repeated weakly. "I don't want you to scream at me again! Go away! Go and spend another evening with your beloved bottle!"

"Come on, I came home to you. Ain't that a nice thing?,” He asked.

"No!" You pulled knees under your chin, a shiver ran along your spine as you did. You were trembling both in and out. You were being in despair. You took a deep breath to pull yourself together, you got up slowly after awhile and unlocked the door to let him in.

Alfie watched you opening the door, he honestly started to feel bad when he saw you fully. You didn't look good, you looked scared. Such a look he always saw on his enemies' faces, he never wanted to see it on your rosy cheeks. It simply didn't suite you at all. "Love...," Alfie said, slowly stepping inside the bedroom.

"Don't come any closer, Alfie," you warned him by raising your hand and pointing your index finger straight ath im. "Don't you come any closer."

Then you walked to the window and sat at the wide windowsill, peeking at the street throughout the curtain.

"Love, please," Alfie said softly walking closer to you. His hands gently rested on your shoulders. "I am sorry.”

You shivered and squeaked a little at his touch and even though it was a good feeling, yet it made you dizzy.

Alfie moved his hands away. "Y/N, please. I ain't gonna hurt you, love. You are too important for me."

"And yet you didn't have any objections before screaming at me."

"I was just angry, you know me. My temper is short, really short," Alfie explained looking at your reflection in the glass. "I am really sorry, love."

"I only wanted to help you. I wanted you to realize that you drink too much and care too less," you whispered barely moving your lips.

"I know, love," he let out a sigh. "I am really sorry, you are right and I am just an old fool."

You tilted head on the sides lightly, looking up at him.

He looked at you sadly. "I am really sorry, love. I might be rough, harsh, dangerous, I don’t doubt it, but there are things I would never do. Hurting you is one of them," Alfie explained.

You sighed and nodded at his words, you slowly got up and grabbed his rough palm in yours.

"I didn't mean to scare or hurt you. I would never let this happen," he said softly watching you. "I ain't used to love, it's still a new thing for me."

"Love being a new thing to such an old and experienced man like you? That's funny," you managed to smile at him bluntly as you teased his palm with your nail.

"I am experienced in many things, love. Murder, crime... And many other bad things," Alfie shrugged and looked at you. "And you are the best thing that has ever happened to me."

"Stop it or I'm going to believe it," you said as you nuzzled face to his chest.

"But it's fuckin' true," Alfie said before wrapping arms tightly around you. "I love you, Y/N. I would never hurt you."

"Prove it," you whispered and looked up at him.

Alfie smiled softly and pulled you into the kiss. It was slow and tender, your tongues danced together in a soft rhythm. After longer moment the pulled away, looking you in the eyes. "Is it a good proof, love?"

Blushing hardly you nodded your head. "It is. So, let's go to the kitchen. The supper still needs to be made."

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The voyeur // Arthur Morgan X Reader smut

Short summary: Arthur is your life partner and during one of evenings, you both leave the camp to have some intimate time together. Neither of you is aware that someone’s watching.

Warnings: some cursing, smut!

Words: 1233

A/N: I wrote this little fic for @thepaperpanda and their writing challenge, summer edition 😀 I had prompt number 6.

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Sharing Is Caring|| Tommy Shelby x Reader x Alfie Solomons

Summary: You're having double life, one is by Tommy Shelby's side, one by Alfie Solomons. What will happen if they'll find it out one day eventually?

Warnings: none

Words: 2503

Authors: Cass & Rouge

Tommy growled annoyed at bedsheets shifting next to him, it was still early. Too early. Too early even for waking up but he forced himself to open one eye.

His blue orb scanned the figure that still stood next to bed.

"You are up already? And leaving, love?," He asked with his voice still husky because of the sleep. "This is kinda rude, you know? Sneaking out."

You smiled at his words, him being awoken didn't stop you from packing your stuff to leather, black bag that was overhanging by your right shoulder. "The sun hasn't yet dawn, Thomas, you can sleep a little still," you told him, turning to face your boyfriend. You leant down and touched his temple with your soft lips. "I have some things to do and unfortunately, the day has only twenty four hours."

Tommy chuckled and slowly sat up only to leave the bed second later.

His arms wrapped around your thin waist, pulling you closer to his still naked chest. Tommy nuzzled to your hair, inhailing their scent before letting out a sigh.

"You know, love? It's getting really suspicious and what really fucking bother me is fact that my woman try to sneak out of the bed like some kind of whore," last word was nothing but a soft growl, all he wanted was to emphasize what he was having in mind.

You stroked his cheeks with your hands and shook your head like you'd be saying 'no'.

"I understand, love, but you know that I am busy with leading my shop," you explained and slipped out of his arms.

"I can understand that my work can take whole days but a fucking dress shop? Really? I have feeling you are fucking with me now and not in a good way, love," Tommy said with a frown.

"Love, could those eyes of mine ever lie to you?," You looked at him briefly as you left his bedroom and went downstairs, where you took your thick, black coat off the hanger and put it over your shoulders. "I wouldn't lie to you, ever," your voice was sweet and tender, maybe a little too emotions could be heard in it.

Tommy walked downstairs after you, thinking deeply. He didn't like this at all and it wasn't the first time you were running away like that.

You turned to him and walked closer, your hand touched his cheek.

"I love you, remember this," you informed him tenderly before you left.

The morning was rather chilly, wind blew strongly ruffling your locks of your hair.

That day you were walking pretty fast along the street, your heels tapped the sidewalk rhythmically.

After some time, you turned down a side street and almost started running. Finally, you reached the little house with red door and small squared windows in a lead frame that were framed with simple platbands and had an unary sun blind.

You got up porch steps and knocked to the door few times.

The door opened.

Alfie looked at you as he crossed arms over his chest covered with white, crumpled shirt.

"Oh, would you look at that! Fucking princess decided to fucking show up. What? You quit whoring around and decided to come back home, huh?," He said looking down on you with a frown.

You cocked your brows at him. "Yes, Alfie, I'm glad to see you, too," you scoffed and leant against door frame. "I couldn't come earlier. I was busy with my business. May I come in?"

"Yes, yes, I heard it all before. Your fucking business, always fucking out, fucking bullshit," Alfie muttered and walked back to living room, leaving door opened for you.

You smiled to yourself, it was already a good sign that he let you in.

Solomons' house was full of extraordinary things gathered everywhere around.

You followed him to the living room, taking coat off during the way there.

"How have you been, Alfie?," You asked sweetly approaching him and nuzzling to his wide back.

Alfie moved away.

"How do you fucking think? Alone, woman. You fucking just left without a word, pet," man growled and moved to pour himself a drink. "Fucking whore," Alfie said before finished his glass in one big gulp.

You let out a sigh and took a seat on his couch, crossing legs nicely.

It was common behaviour for Alfie Solomons, he was pretty good at cursing and disparaging people.

"Alfie, please, don't behave like a spoil brat who's had his rattle taken away," you used the softest of soft tones you could have made. "We're both adults, you know that I also have my business that needs to be run professionally," you added making sure your dress moved a little up your thighs so your legs were nicely exposed.

Alfie laughed loudly and looked at you.

"You? Business? If you meant whoring around, then you're not wrong, pet," he growled and looked at you. "Guess what, miss? I was getting fucking tired of you sneaking out, so in the end I sent my boys after you. You spent two hours at your stupid, little hole you call the shop and then you got where? Ah, right! To Shelby's house. Was a good, old Tommy Shelby buying a dress from you? Whole fucking night?!," Alfie roared and grabbed you by wrist, pulling you up back on your feet. "You think it's a smart move to fuck with me in that way?!"

His words made your blood freeze. You swallowed saliva and licked lips before you spoke aloud. "Why did you have to do this, Solomons? It was a perfect scheme and you had to fucking destroy it because of your fucking jealousy?!," You pulled hand out of his grasp and went to the window to peek outside.

"Fucking why?! You dare to ask my fucking why?!," He growled and pulled you closer to him, his hands grasped both of your cheeks. "Because the woman that I love fucks this gypsy trush behind my fucking back and treat our bed like a fucking hotel."

You let out a deep, sad sigh and tried to hold tears back.

"I'm so sorry, Alfie... I just... I've met him when you were making businesses with him last year. Few weeks ago we met again, and, I can't explain it... He was charming... You were angry all the time, busy all the time, you were using me only to fulfill your lust and needs!," You said openly, your body shivered.

"You don't fucking sit in my head, woman! You have no idea what I'm thinking about!," He yelled at you. "I worked to make sure you have everything you ever fucking needed but sure! It's simply better to go fuck someone else!," Alfe muttered, letting go of your face.

"Alfie...," You whispered as tear strolled down your cheek. "Please... Forgive me... Please, love."

"Go to that gypsy psycho, go ahead. Doors are there," he said simply, pointing on the door, then he filled his glass again and sat at the armchair to drink its content.

You lowered your head, it was pointless to argue with him and try to explain yourself when he was pissed like a ravenous pack of hounds. You put your coat on , tightening its flaps around yourself and left his house without a word.

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Tommy was getting annoyed without you, he hated when you were gone and he was forced to stay alone.

He decided to do the most logical thing possible, to pay you a visit.

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Tommy's hand gently banged on your door as soon as he was in front of them, after few knocks he waited for you to open.

In the meantime he lighted his cigarette up.

You shifted a curtain aside and peeked out of the window, as soon as you spotted familiar figure at your door, you let out a loud sigh and went downstairs to open them.

"What are you doing here, Tommy?," You asked trying your best to keep voice clear and strong.

Tommy looked at you with a frown.

"You cried," man said bluntly before wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you inside. There was no point in hiding something like this from him, he knew all of this too well. "What's wrong, love?," Tommy asked as his gloved hand gently caressed your cheek.

"Please, don't, Tommy," you asked quietly as you shifted away from him, moving to the living room where you flopped onto the couch. "I've... I've done something bad... Really, really bad and no, Tommy, you can't do anything about this..."

You bursted in tears, they were rolling down your cheeks like little pearls.

He watched you, helpess. Letting out a quiet sigh he started to undress himself from the coat. Soon, he joined you on the couch, his arms wrapped around you just like at the morning.

"Love? What happened? I will pull you out from any troubles, you know this," Tommy said before his hand found your smaller one and grasped it gently.

"You won't pull me out of troubles, Tommy. I'm the fucking trouble myself," you cursed in harsh voice, rubbing your temples. "Listen, there's something you need to know about me. I wasn't fully honest with you that day when you asked me if I have someone."

Tommy looked at you completely puzzled.

Suddenly the door bursted open and Alfie walked inside. He was holding bouquet of your favourite flowers in his hand.

"Okay, love! You were right, I shouldn't behave like crazy bastard I am, so I came to apolo....," Alfie said loudly and walked to living room only to witness you wrapped in Shelby's arms. "Oh, am I bothering? I see you fucking decided to make up your fucking mind," Alfie snorted viciously, throwing bouquet on the floor.

Tommy looked deeply unimpressed.

"What the fuck you want, Solomons, eh?," He growled, protectivly tightening his arms around your waist. "Haven't you fucking heard about knocking to lady's door?"

"Oh, just fucking shut up. I would knock if she would be a lady, but she is just a whore!," Alfie barked back.

You were looking at them both, moving your glance from one to another. You got up quickly and screamed, using all of your strength.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP, BOTH OF YOU!"

Tommy was ready to rip Alfie's throat out for you.

"Why?! Look at this fucking Jew, who the fuck he thinks he is to simply burst in here?," He growled.

"This 'fucking Jew' is as close to her as you, gypsy fucker," Alfie stated simply, taking his hat off.

"What the fuck is this maniac talking about, Y/N?," Tommy asked.

"Tommy, he's my partner. Both, in business and in life," you explained shortly as you lowered your head. "I am so sorry. So sorry. Apologies are necessary to both of you. I was leading double life. I couldn't have decided which one of you is better for me. You both are amazing men, you both have something that turns me on..."

"What?! How could you do this?!," Tommy growled surprised and grabbed your hand. "One cock really wasn't enough for you?!"

Alfie grabbed Tommy and easily pulled him away.

"Wo-ho there. No need to be physical, Thomas. Come on now, we need to talk," Alfie asked coldly.

Tommy, still with raging anger inside him, gave a brief nod to Alfie and followed him outside.

You fought with burning need to follow men but eventually you decided to stay home and wait for them to return.

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After half an hour or maybe even longer, both men returned. One of them knocked on the door and they both waited.

You opened the door and shifted aside so they could enter.

Both man walked inside.

"So," Alfie began.

"We talked," Tommy finished and looked at Alfie "And we came to some conclusions."

"If you can't chose between us two...," Alfie said and looked back at Tommy.

"We will share," other man finished simply with a sigh.

You blinked and covered your half-opened mouth with curled palm. You sat heavily on the couch, glaring at both of men in disbelief. "I think my ears have tricked me, what did you say?

"We are going to share you," Tommy repeated.

"We will be in relationship that takes three of us together," Alfie shrugged, rubbing his long beard.

"And you have agreed on this, Alfie?," You couldn't believe on what you've heard. "I mean, how do you even imagine this?"

Alfie shrugged once again.

"I would do whatever I could to make my angel happy, so I am even capable to get some agreement with Shelby if it comes to you."

"We'll do everything to make you happy. You're important to both of us after all, isn't it true, dear friend?," Tommy stated as his glance moved from your figure to Alfie.

"Uhm, yea, your happiness is priceless, Y/N, innit, Tommy?," Alfie cocked his brow and massaged his scar.

You watched them with mouth hung open.

"You really want to give it a shout, Tommy?," You asked him as you got up and moved closer to him, playing nervously with hems of your dress.

Tommy looked at you and nodded.

"If this will make you happy, then I am more than eager to try. I just hate to see you crying."

"Would you look at that? Good, old Thomas fucking Shelby is going soft for a woman," Alfie laughed harshly.

"But I am also willing to break this fucker's nose," Tommy growled, throwing mean glance at Alfie.

"Oh, yeah, again? Ain't it enough for you that you almost got me killed?!," Solomons pointed out, crossing hands behind his back and tilting his head.

"Gentlemen, easy," you tried to calm both man down. "Alfie, I know how possessive you might get, are you sure you'll take it?," You asked as your glance moved to rest on his steel blue eyes.

Alfie looked at you and nodded.

"I will. I will do whatever I can, sweetheart. Only to make you happy."

"I don't know how to thank you, both of you!," Another wave of tears streamed down your cheeks. "I don't want you two to kill each other just because of me and my lack of decisiveness. I'll share my time equally to both of you," you assured them with a little smile.

Both men looked at each other and nodded.

"Sounds good to me," Tommy agreed and soft smile crept onto his face.

"We have a smart girl," Alfie said proudly and Tommy cringed softly at these words, cold shiver ran along his spine.

"So, I think we have something to celebrate," you grinned at them and wiped your tears away while going to the kitchen. You grabbed three glasses and returned to the living room. Soon, glasses were poured with whiskey. You handled one to Tommy and one to Alfie. "To us," you toasted.

Both men raised their glasses up as well.

"To us," they said in unity.

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