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Alfie Solomons - Night adventures
I've been sick for week now with the worst stomach bug ever, and this has been on my mind for a few days! Welcome back Alfie to my blog!
Plot: Alfie doesn't come home from work and you worry something has happened, so you decided to go to the bakery.
Warning: Alfie's vocabulary is just saying fuck, really.
The streets were empty, too late for the common citizens and too early for the unfortunate first-shift workers. You had only found a beggar sleeping in a pile of boxes and two men trying to get home stumbling through the pavement. The silence, the darkness, would have been a good reason to turn back and worry about him under the covers, warm and safe. When a cat jumped from a window and landed on a car, you actually took a few steps back.
But Cyril stared at the menace until the animal hissed its way back to wherever it belonged.
Swallowed in one of Alfie’s long coats, with his hat covering your face, you finished the thirty minutes’ walk to the bakery. A faint light was coming from the top floor, and anyone would have thought bakers were starting their day early.
You knew it was your husband, Alfie, who hadn’t finished his yet. There was a man posted on the back entrance, the one you always used when you came to see him unexpected. It was closer to his office, it was more discreet, and besides, you knew Ollie. He would be one less problem for you that night.
When the boy saw you approach him, his whole back tensed. His hand made it to the holster on his hip before he recognized Cyril and your soft smile, once you were close enough. The soft street light let you see his panicked stare.
“What – Y/N, what the fuck are you doin’ here?” he quickly grabbed you by your arm and, checking both sides, pushed you inside the bakery. “It’s fuckin’ two in the mornin’!”
“I am aware of that, Ollie, since I also own a watch” you told him, taking down your hat.
“How did you get – does he know you’re here?” Ollie, who had been almost asleep leaning against the door, was now growing agitated. “You didn’ brin’ a car. You walked?”
“Me and Cyril, yeah”
The familiar warmth of the bakery felt good against your sore muscles. Not only you had half-jogged half-ran for thirty minutes, but the tension of the night and the worries for him had made the cold weather of November seep into your bones. You weren’t about to let Ollie notice how glad you were to be finally somewhere safe, because that would only prove a point you were trying to avoid.
“Y/N, it’s the middle of the night”
“So it is for my husband, who was supposed to be home with me. But that big head must have forgotten his own watch at home, given he’s still here”
“He’s not alone. Someone came to see him, and the meetin’… yeah, it was longer than wha’ he thought”
“Oi, wha’ that noise ‘bout, yeah?” a booming voice came from the floor above you, the door of his office banging open. “Didn’ I ask for silence?”
Alfie, in all his grumpy and broody glory, leaned against the railing and saw both of you. You weren’t surprised to see he was still wearing his working clothes, a small, stained pinny wrapped around his waist. His hair was sticking in different directions from being tugged at, and his face complemented his mood when he locked eyes with you.
Of course, Cyril tried to reach him and let his presence be known with loud barks. You passed his leash to Ollie and made your way up to your husband’s office. The metal stairs echoed under your shoes, and even if you kept your eyes on them, you felt his on you every second.
Far from being intimidated or angry, you felt your worries melting away. He usually came home before the sun set – had picked that tradition years ago once you were officially married and hadn’t missed a day. But it had been a rough week for the both of you, and when he hadn’t shown up, you had feared the worst. Patiently, you had waited and called his office. After not receiving an answer and not hearing the door, you had decided to check for yourself.
You weren’t naïve enough to go alone, but since there wasn’t anyone around to accompany you, Cyril had been your bodyguard for the night. Many things could have happened. Some of them you could imagine, some remember from past experiences because of his enemies’ retaliations. All of them were present in Alfie’s eyes as you reached the top of the stairs and met him face to face.
“Hello”
His nostrils flared and he pressed his lips in a tight line, but behind all of that there was just fear. You waited until he looked at every part of your body, from your soft smile to the hem of your skirt. One of your hands took his fist and didn’t let go until he held it. Alfie didn’t let his frown go as he raised it to his mouth and pressed a kiss to your knuckles.
“Aren’ your suppos’ to be in bed” he growled against your hand.
“With you, but you didn’t come and I was worried” you explained, moving a step closer to him. “Called and no one answered. I didn’t know if… so I came to check. Brought Cyril with me”
“Stupid dog knows you ain’t suppos’ to leave” Alfie looked down at Cyril, and his eyes softened. “You alrigh’, yeah? Nothin’ happen?”
“I’m fine. Just tired. And worried about you”
“Come ‘ere”
You fell into his arms and the remains of worry and tension left your body. He smelt like rum, bread and sweat, like home. You closed your eyes when his hand found the back of your head and pressed it against his shoulder. Later, you would probably have a long conversation about what you had done. Not only it had been reckless, but if you had been right, there wasn’t much you could have done.
His life came with highs and downs, and you had been there enough to know them. That doesn’t meant you had grown used to the feeling of not knowing if he was fine or not, if he was alive. When you hugged him closer, your arms around his middle, you let him know that you were glad.
Someone opened the door and you saw Tommy Shelby walking out of Alfie’s office. You didn’t like that man, neither did he like you, but you both respected each other enough. Eventually, their relationship would go south, either because of his or Alfie’s biggest interest; and you just hoped it wouldn’t go too south.
Alfie noticed his stare and turned around. Instinctively, you were covered by his huge back, not seeing anything but the sweaty locks at the back of his neck.
“I believe we were in the middle of something”
“And I believe it’s time for my husband to come home” you said from behind Alfie, trying to move around. Effectively, Alfie moved with you.
“Your’ gonna ‘ave to excuse my wife, mate. She’s right, ain’t she” Alfie said. He gripped your hand again and made you stay in place.
When it came to you and the business, Alfie Solomons had always had it clear. You had walked into his life and turned everything around, and if needed to, he would leave it all behind if you asked to. You always came first, no matter what. He could come home late, share his matters with you and attend to political galas by your side, but if you asked something, he could not say no.
So he stared down at Tommy, who had been arguing for the past six hours. He had just showed up when he was about to close the bakery, and the bouquet of flowers he had bought you was now sad and forgotten in the storage room.
“Alfie” Tommy warned him. “We need to close the deal. I’m not about to risk half my percentage if you aren’t willing to take the risk”
“The only risk I’m takin’ tonig’ is this lovely lady back ‘ome”
“You don’t get to kick me out! I am –“
Before Tommy could grow any more aggressive, he had Alfie’s gun pressed tightly against his chin. The baker was a few inches shorter than him, but somehow, he stared down at Tommy, daring him to keep talking. The Shelby brother looked at you with your arms crossed, biting back his next words.
“Listen, now, cause I believe, this¸ right, this is my fuckin’ bakery. My fuckin’ rum. Money. Business. And that’s my fuckin’ wife your’ lookin’ at, so unless you wan’ to go ‘ome wit’ one less eye, Shelby, stop fuckin’ lookin’ at ‘er”
“Get your fucking hands – “
“Shut the fuck up! You, barkin’ orders, at me?! In my fuckin’ work?!” Alfie screamed into his face, making Tommy take a few steps back. When the man once more met your eyes with the same, disgusted face, Alfie struck him with the gun. “Are you fuckin’ deaf?! Don’ look at her or I’ll rip your eyes out with my nails!”
Cyril barked as if he supported his owner’s words. You looked down and noticed Ollie was no longer alone. There were three other men, that had appeared out of thin air, at the bottom of the stairs. All of them looked ready to climb it in less than a second.
Not too far away, Tommy’s men would be close. It wouldn’t be the first time Alfie got into trouble because of you, or the last. His protectiveness was founded, but sometimes he went a little overboard. Tommy had looked at you many times before, and had been threatened each time he had done it.
Some part of you wondered if he was a sucker for Alfie’s threats or was really looking for them to become true.
Before your night could escalate into bigger events, you moved behind Alfie and wrapped your hands around his raised arm. You had gone to the bakery to find out if Alfie was there, to retrieve him from his pile of work and hopefully catch a few hours of sleep by his side. After a long day of own work, you were tired and in need of some peace.
“Let’s just go home”
Under your touch, Alfie relaxed and dropped the gun. He kept his eyes locked on Tommy and the man was smart enough to clean the blood of his lip and turn back. You guessed his men should be on the main entrance, and you were really thankful you had chosen the back one.
You watched him disappear. Watched, in silence, as the group of men that had surrounded you went back to their corners where you couldn’t see them. Alfie didn’t bother retrieving anything from his office, just closed the door and let you lead the way down the stairs.
Once you were down, he nodded to Ollie and the boy disappeared, carrying Cyril with him.
“That was dangerous, pet” he said, his voice soft. There was a rough, scared edge you had grown to notice through the years. “You, yeah, you can’t jus’ come ‘ere. You need to tell me”
“I know, Alf. But I did call. And you always answer. I knew you had a meeting and since you didn’t come home, I didn’t know what to think” you told him, not giving him. “What if it was the other way? What if I didn’t come home one night? Wouldn’t you come looking for me too?”
“I’d burn down fuckin’ Camden, luv, you know tha’”
“Then you can’t get angry at me, not at this. I was careful, nothing happened”
It hadn’t happened, but it could. Not only Alfie’s enemies. Night in Camden Town held more dangers than mobsters or gangs, ones that didn’t know who you were married to and weren’t afraid of your husband. It was irresponsible, dangerous, and you knew better.
It wasn’t the time, though, and Alfie knew it.
“Alrigh’, pet, alrigh’. Jus’ try not to send me to an early gave, yeah?”
“You won’t get rid of me even in a grave, Alfie Solomons”
His laugh echoed in the empty bakery. Alfie wrapped his coat closer to your body, not saying anything about your choices of clothes, and put his hat back into your head. Always the gentleman he opened the door for you and dragged you closer to his side.
You didn’t take the path you had walked, but the opposite way. Ollie’s car was waiting for you at the other end of the street, Cyril probably a looming threat in the backseat ready to tackle Alfie as soon as he opened the door. Finally in peace, you wrapped your arm around his middle and pressed a kiss to his cheek.
“Love you” you whispered, looking up at him.
“Yeah, luv you too, don’ I”
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One Look | Alfie Solomons x gn!reader
anonymous asked: Alfie Solomons:
Hello! You doing good? I hope so 🖤.
May I please humbly request of you something using the following prompts for Alfie Solomons X non-binary, male, or gn!Reader:
"Don't roll your eyes at me"+"Hey, hey, look at me, c'mon"+"I thought we were... forget it"
Thank you so very much 🖤🖤!
🐍anon
summary: Alfie doesn't take too kindly to someone else eyeing up what's his.
tws: swearing, threats and threats of murder, jealousy and possessiveness
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Luca shifted in his seat, swallowing thickly as he looked at you; you had dropped your pen, and when you had bent down to retrieve it, he had gotten the perfect view of your backside.
But he knew that you were off limits, he knew that he couldn't lay a hand on you or else Alfie would have his guts for garters; he could only look, feeling like his hands were chained to the arms of the chair as he clenched his jaw and took in a harsh breath. The way Alfie had spoken about you, Luca had guessed that there was something going on; protective, possessive, harsh, jealous.
Luca knew that Alfie wouldn't hesitate, everybody did; all it took was one look at how Alfie treated you to know that there wasn't anything that that man wouldn't do for you. There were no lines in the sand for Alfie to cross, not when it came to you. But… Luca couldn't help but to look.
Your slightly unbuttoned shirt that showed off your skin, the trousers that hugged your ass so perfectly, the scattered droplets of sweat running against the back of your neck and down your head to settle on your brow.
The shape of your lips and how you smiled. The colour of your eyes and how he could have sworn that he had only seen a colour that breathtaking when he had seen artwork in a museum.
Luca swallowed thickly, knowing that you wouldn't even take another glance at him, knowing that if he so much as lifted a finger, Alfie would destroy him. Luca couldn't help but to wonder, though.
Did Alfie know what he had?
Did he appreciate the curve of your ass?
Did he appreciate the masterpiece of your eye colour?
Did he appreciate the soft glitter of sweat on your skin?
Did he appreciate your exposed skin?
Did he appreciate the shape of your lips?
Your smile?
Did he appreciate you at all?
Maybe it was stupid of him to think, you were obviously loyal to Alfie, you made that more than clear when he strolled in; immediately and excitedly going to him. Your arms around his neck as you kissed him deeply, leaning into him when he pulled you close.
Refusing to budge from his side, leaning into him and smiling at him. Alfie glared at Luca, who had been caught staring.
"The fuck you lookin' at?" Alfie hissed. "You fuckin' makin' eyes at my partner?"
Luca shifted in his seat, clearing his throat and trying to put on a show of stoicism. "No. Of course not, Mister Solomons. You made it perfectly clear that your partner is strictly off limits."
Alfie nodded curtly, looking at you from the corner of his eye for a second. Silently asking for your opinion. You hummed, squirming in his grasp and got a little closer. "That cunt didn't lay a hand on you, did he?"
"No," you shook your head. "He wouldn't be breathing if he was."
He laughed at that, grinning at you for a moment as he nodded in approval. "Taught you well enough."
You looked smug as you followed Alfie with great loyalty, waiting for him to sit at his desk before you brought yourself down on his lap; your back against the arm of the chair, you relaxed when Alfie let his hand rest on the inside of your upper thigh, dangerously close.
Luca sighed, doing his best not to hang his head and shake it; you were so loyal, more so than the likes of Doc Holliday. You were loyal, and there was nothing that Luca could do about it - the worst part was that Alfie seemed to pick up on Luca's train of thought, as he grinned and grabbed your chin with his free hand, pulling you in for a kiss purely to show off.
"Mister Solomons, I thought we were… forget it. We'll reschedule."
Alfie cocked a brow, not even taking his eyes from you as he grumbled under his breath. "You fuckin' sit there lookin' like you fuckin' despise me bein' with my partner in my own fucking office. You sit there with a face like a slapped ass, you fuckin' think I'd let you reschedule?"
"You're clearly busy," Luca huffed.
"Nah, we ain't," Alfie chuckled. "Are we, love?"
You shook your head, refusing to break his gaze. "Course not, Alf! We ain't busy."
"That's what I thought," he confirmed with a soft kiss. From the corner of his eye, he noticed Luca roll his eyes. "Don't roll your eyes at me, sunshine."
"Tell him, Alf," you muttered. "Go on, lay into him."
Alfie grinned, shaking his head fondly as he finally properly looked at Luca. He wasn't impressed, in all honesty. Sure, Luca was tall, and with that big overcoat and the toothpick in between his lips, he had an intimidating look to him. Not enough to make Alfie even think twice, though.
"Hey, hey, look at me, c'mon, you yank cunt," Alfie clicked his fingers, grabbing Luca's attention. "You fuckin' look at my partner again, and I'll fuckin' show you what I told Tommy Shelby for doin' the same."
Luca huffed. "Mister Solomons-"
"One more look," Alfie warned. "Even just a fuckin' glance. I will take that pretty face of yours, and I will shred it against the fuckin' bricks outside. I will fuckin' shoot you. I will kill you."
Luca was a seasoned enough gangster to know that Alfie wouldn't be joking. That he was serious. "Understood."
"My partner," Alfie barked out. "You touch even a fuckin' hair on their head - I will cut you down."
Luca took a step back. "Are we done here?"
"No," Alfie scoffed quietly. "Sit the fuck down, yank. We got business, ain't we?"
Reluctantly, Luca took a seat opposite the desk; he couldn't deny that it was hard for him to see you with Alfie. You were so fucking stunning, breathtaking - yet, you only had eyes for Alfie. Your loyalty would only ever lie with Alfie. Luca didn't have a fucking chance.
You loved Alfie.
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Home
Summary: I've read that @khanbika and @potter-solomons was asking a bj x reader smut in TH fandom, so I got inspired and here it is!
Pairing: Alfie Solomons x Reader
Words: 10k (I told you, I got inspired!)
Warnings: 18+ bj (man receiving)
A/N: As usual, I'm really sorry about all the spelling mistakes, as english is not my main language.
Title: Home
Since everything happened, Alfie did not speak again. Not with you, at least.
It still makes you shudder to remember those men carrying his huge, heavy body through the door, a mess of sand and blood that you didn't knew where it came from. "Is hurt, Alfie is hurt," they yelled as they left him lying on the floor. You crouched next to him without making a sound, checking his body, opening his clothes to understand what was happening. "Is in the head," one of them said, all standing around watching how you exam his body. You took his face in your hands and turned it towards you, and there you saw it. Half of his face was covered in blood, his eye and part of his temple blown out by what looked like a bullet, the blood covering everything. He opened his eye while the other was a mess of skin and sand and blood, and looked at you before passed out. "Take him upstairs," you said, and ran to the kitchen for gauze pads, alcohol, and warm water.
Sleepless nights next to him, changing his bandages, cleaning his wounds, delicately caring for his eye so he wouldn't lose it, receiving doctors who swore not to say who he was. "It is not convenient for you to stay here," one of them said. And then, when Alfie was better, you took it upon yourself to organize a new life in Margate, away from everything and everyone who knew him.
You never talked about it with him. You could not. You didn't ask him, you didn't want to know. It was too painful, both for him and for you. Alfie was hurted by the wounds in his flesh, you, on the other hand, by the wounds that were not seen, which were the worst. You loved Alfie from the first moment you saw him, and you never stopped loving him. You never, either, told him. Always by his side, helping him, working for him to return to a place he called "home", taking care of him. Seeing Alfie like this tore your heart into a thousand pieces, but you also knew it was inevitable.
The only words you told him since it all happened were about his condition, his needs, his requests. "Do you want more fresh water?", "it's time to change the bandage", "here are your medicines", "I'll arrange your pillows", "let me help you up". He wouldn't answer.
Every night, though, you would go up to his room with a book and start reading to him, always feeling his eyes burning all over your skin. You read for hours until sleep began to creep in and your eyelids felt heavy. Then you closed the book with a sigh, straightened his pillows and blankets, turned off the light, and murmured "goodnight Alfie." You never got an answer.
It was not uncommon to go to bed every night crying, hugging your pillow tight, until, hopeless, you let yourself sleep. A mixture of the pain that seeing him like that caused you and not being able to know what Alfie was thinking, not even knowing how to help him other than what you were doing for him. Was that even enough? You wouln't know.
That night you turned off all the lights in the house and entered his room with "The trial" by Kafka. Alfie was standing by the window, looking out to the sea. It had been a couple of weeks since he'd gotten out of bed and made short rounds around the house, going back to bed when even the painkillers couldn't take the pain out of his flesh. His figure was outlined in the moonlight coming through the windows and you sighed when you saw him, his wide back wrapped in a soft white linen shirt. Your hands burned with the desire to touch him, to kiss his lips, to wrap your arms around his body. If he only knew how you feel... You shake your head, trying to let those thoughts go away, clenched your fingers on the cover of the book and sat down on the usual chair. Alfie turned back and walked languidly to the bed. He settled back against the headboard and you could feel his eyes on you, although you weren't looking at him anymore, searching for the page where you had stopped the night before. You cleared your throat before you started reading, the silence in the room so deep that the only sound were the waves far away and your voice, both keeping the same rythm.
"...You may object that it is not a trial at all; you are quite right, for it is only a trial if I recognize it as such. But for the moment I do recognize it, on grounds of compassion, as it were. One can't regard it except with compassion, if one is to regard it at all…"
"Do you feel compassion for me? Or is it just pity?" he said. Your heart instantly stopped when you saw him looking at you.
"None of them" you managed to say with your voice almost breaking in a whisper.
"It must be revulsion, then"
"Pain".
"Pain?"
"I can't help it", you said as you wiped away a tear that you couldn't help but shed.
"Why?"
You kept silent. You didn't want to cry. You have never cried in front of him, you've been his firm stone in a rough ocean, where he had felt safe and content. You didn't want him to see you weak after everything you've been through, exposing your open heart for him to break as easily as a dead branch in the woods.
"Why are you still here with me? Why did you do all this for me? Why didn't you leave, like everyone else?"
He got up from the bed and took the book from your hands, examined it carefully from the outside, and tossed it on the table next to the chair. He growled before putting two fingers down your chin and lifting it up, forcing you to look at him. A stubborn tear slid down your cheek, and he wiped it away with his thumb before you could.
"Look at me," he told you, and you obeyed him. "Don't cry. I don't want you to suffer. I can't do that to you". You felt inside a wave of sensations crowding to get out. All those sensations that were contained during all this time, those that you took care of keeping hidden, still, giving priority to everything else. Fury, despair, pain, suffering, unease… love.
Alfie leaned towards you with a slight groan. His nose caressed yours gently, while his eyes were closed. "Hmmm…" he growled at you before his lips brushed against yours. His teeth caught your lower lip, tugging at it before his mouth slowly kissed yours. His tongue peeked out timidly, making its way between your thirsty and eager lips, invading your mouth. Your hands clung tightly to the chair, praying that it wasn't just a dream. "Alfie"… you whispered when you finally got a breath between his lips. He growl straightened up in front of you and, looking down at you, ran his thumb over your swollen, red lips, like admiring his work.
He looked powerful, thirsty, manly. It had been a long time since you saw him with this vigor, and you felt that he was returning to being that Alfie you knew. His hands opened one by one the wooden buttons of his cotton pants that tightened on his erection. Your hands finally let go of the chair and fearfully caressed his thighs, your mouth waiting to quench the desperate thirst that consumed it.
He released his erection and he dropped his arms heavily to his sides, letting you decide the fate of what was about to come. You caressed the skin of his bare thighs, slowly moving your palms up. Your fingers finally wrapped around the hot steel of his manhood, and your mouth moved toward him like a moth to the light.
You looked at him once more, as if asking permission, even though you knew you didn't need it. His hands turned into two fists, clenching tightly, anticipating what was to come.
As your hand moved up and down gently, caressing him, your lips wrapped around his hot, firm erection. Gentle at first, you sucked with conviction, feeling the taste of his warm skin for the first time, that taste that you imagined so many times in the solitude of your room, while you masturbated thinking about him. The feeling was a thousand times better than you could ever have imagined. You felt it pulsing on your tongue, growing with each suck of your lips, with each flick of your tongue. Your saliva formed a shiny, slippery coating on it, allowing your mouth to slide easily. You raised your hand to caress his sack, while the other continued with the movements that matched your mouth.
You released him completely, admiring his erection in all its glory. It was thick, veiny, smooth. You couldn't resist. Still caressing it with your hand, you took it back into your mouth, this time as deep as you could.
"Oh fuck it" he whispered, throwing hishead back. His hands relaxed and rested on the sides of your head, accompanying his rhythmic movements.
You pushed him in until the tip of his erection touched deep in your throat, causing you to gag. Then you pulled it all the way out, and your lips wrapped around the tip, sucking, kissing, wrapping your tongue around just that little spot, tasting his precum, sweet elixir of the Gods. Your own saliva mixed with the taste of him turned you on even more. You repeated the sequence over and over again, your hands moving, masturbating, accompanying.
You raised your eyes, the sight of Alfie from below was majestic. Only then you were aware of the growing wetness between your legs, the need to fill yourself with him. You needed him, now and always.
You knew he wouldn't last long. It was months of Alfie lying on a bed, healing from painful wounds, his desire taking a backseat to his recovery. And it was so. You quickened the pace guided by his moans of pleasure, by his rapid breathing, by the movement of his hands on your temples, by the hardness under the silken skin, unstoppable.
Unintelligible words followed by a loud growl escaped from the depths of his throat, while your mouth received the warmth of his release, the sweet nectar of his pleasure. Your tongue filled with his taste, you savored every last drop like the most deserved prize. His entire body trembled, tensing at first, then relaxing completely.
The tips of his fingers caressed your cheeks. As you passed the back of your hand across the corner of your mouth, you looked up to his face. His eyes were still closed as his breathing returned to its normal rhythm. When he finally seemed to come back to reality, he opened his eyes and looked down at you, then leaned over you and gave you a deep, languid kiss.
"Stay with me tonight" he said to you and, for the first time in a long time, you saw Alfie's smile.
"I wouldn't leave for the world," was all you could reply.
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Alfie Solomons Masterlist
Ride the Bull (Alfie Solomons/Reader)
היץ (Heat) (Alfie Solomons/Reader, sequel to Ride the Bull)
The Queen of Camden (Alfie Solomons/Reader, third part of Ride the Bull mini series)
Dirty Bliss (for the Tell Me Your Fantasy feature, Alfie/Reader)
Say it Dirty (for the Tell Me Your Fantasy feature, Alfie/Reader)
~*~Drabbles & Shorts~*~
Spicy Wednesday (Alfie/Reader)
Alfie motherfucking Solomons (Alfie/Reader)
His Hands (Alfie/Reader)
Fervid (Alfie/Reader)
Temple (Alfie/Reader)
Gripped (Alfie/Reader)
Prompt short - “I want to see those pretty lips wrapped around my cock.” (Alfie/Reader)
Sweet Surrender (Alfie Solomons/Reader)
Beast (Alfie Solomons/Reader)
Not One of Many (AU Alfie Solomons/OC) - Story complete
Masterlist
Happy Hanukkah-Mas! (A Beth and Alfie one shot special)
For The Love of Dogs (Beth/Alfie one shot)
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GO REWATCH PEAKY BLINDERS PLEASE.
B needs some new Alfie fics. I'll be good. And somehow repay.
B is me. I am B.
*psa: also not demanding. i know it takes inspo & breaks are needed. please don't take this the wrong way.*
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Alfie Solomons Fic Recs!
go and give each and everyone of these fics a like and reblog. also don’t forget to check the authors out and follow them since they beautifully written these!
say my fuckin name ➵ @cinebration
its bloody three o’clock in the mornin’ ➵ @fallatyourfeet
challah ➵ @fallatyourfeet
caravaggio ➵ @solomons-finest-rum
summary ➵ The mysterious and elusive Mrs. Solomons finally makes a public appearance. Safe to say, her and Grace Shelby won't be best friends.
adagio ➵ @solomons-finest-rum
summary ➵ Yes, you knew that sometimes the age difference between you was palpable, you weren’t stupid. But you wished your own husband believed you when you said you didn’t mind it.
under my protection ➵ @vintunnavaa
summary ➵ When Alfie’s favourite employee fails to report to work, the gangster decides to the needful to bring her back.
no matter what ➵ @raincoffeeandfandoms
summary ➵ Those times after Alfie was shot by Tommy, he has withdrawn into himself. Lost in thought, Alfie doesn't even remember that today is his birthday. But there you are for him, no matter what he thinks. Unconditionally.
insufferable man ➵ @solomons-finest-rum
summary ➵ You came to be in Alfie’s employment completely by accident. Never in your wildest dreams did you expect to fall for the man as hard as you had and for him to care about you in equal measure.
while she was sleeping ➵ @tomhardyspinkyfinger
summary ➵ Alfie is livid when his secretary misses an important meeting, but all ends well when he meets her daughter he had no idea existed.
a good man ➵ @mrsalwayswrite
summary ➵ Being Alfie's secretary, you have witnessed many sides to the Jewish gangster, but you know a secret. That underneath all his brutality and cunning, he is a good man….even if he disagrees and tries to prove it.
third wheel ➵ @raincoffeeandfandoms
summary ➵ When Alfie arrives at home late that night, he sees that you are sleeping in bed with someone who is not him. And of course he's not happy. Traitor. Cheater. And the worst part of it is that you and your companion don't seem the least bit remorseful.
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Sunbathing | Alfie Solomons
Alfie Solomons x reader
Prompt: #4 Sunbathing
Requested by: @kind-wolf
Warnings: none I suppose.
Note: English is not my native language so beware there may be grammar or spelling mistakes.
Again, I suck with endings.
Do not repost please!
Feedback is appreciated!
"This is the life." you hummed in bliss, as you lied on your purple towel, fingers caressing the warm sand.
You let out a chuckle as you watched Cyril diving into the water to the his ball from Alfie's hand, splashing your ankles and toes.
"Alfie stop teasing the poor creature, and come join me." you called out, before Cyril began to chase him.
After a while, Alfie became tired of playing with Cyril, and he came out of the water. The morning sun making the drops of water shine on his body.
"Here, take it! Take it! Good dog." he praised him, panting heavily, as he handed Cyril the ball.
"This is nice." he purred, laying beside you, arms and shoulders brushing.
"I wish we could stay here forever." you said, closing your eyes.
"Don't give me ideas, yeah?" He poked your leg, and you laughed.
"Are you going to abandon your kingdom that's called Cadem, Mr scary gangster?" you asked teasingly.
"You'd love that would, ya love?" he rolled over towards you, and you did the same.
"You know I would." you admitted, smile fading. "I would love to live free of the fear that you may not come home to me at the end of the day."
"Don't think about that know, yeah?" Alfie said, unable to dispel your fear, knowing something like this was possible.
"I don't want to loose you, now that I found you." you confessed, feeling your eyes water.
"I can't promise you that you won't, love, I'm sorry." he said sincerely, caressing your cheek. "But, I can do something else."
"What?"
"Buy a house, here in Margate." he told you, wishing to lighten the mood. "Next to the beach, right, that you love so much."
You giggled, at how willing he was to buy a whole house for the two of you, just because you professed you'd like to stay here for the rest of your life.
But this was Alfie, and you loved him dearly for the way he was.
#chrissyscelebrationblurb#christinasyellowflowerswork#alfie solomons one shot#alfie solomons x y/n#alfie solomons x reader#alfie solomons fanfic#peaky blinders
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you kill me so slowly - Alfie Solomons x Reader
Summary: (Y/n) is caught up in the criminal underworld dominated by the Shelbys and Solomons, never quite sure if she picked the right side. (Modern au) (Bitter part three)
Pairing: Alfie Solomons x Female Reader
A/N: do people want a taglist for Bitter??
“That boss of yours is a real prick, making you work so late”
Charlie’s gruff words echoed within the cramped passageways of the storage facility. Despite herself, (y/n)’s lips twitched with a smile. A member of the old guard, Charlie didn’t heed the falsities of gilded masks and pretty lies.
His blatant honesty soothed the ache in her chest, that persistent press of anxiety that endeavoured to wake her, desperate to believe this life wasn’t real. Charlie was a relic of a world that had been grounded and safe. The bittersweet roll of smoke from his pipe, the stitched scars in his coat, the grey of his beard. Charlie was just Charlie. Imperfect and real.
(Y/n) pressed closer to him as the chill of the waning summer night ghosted over her skin. There was a lag in her steps, her toes pinched in the narrow suede of her shoes, the height of the heel pressing her weight into the aching pad of her foot.
Charlie’s brow rose expectantly when she didn’t voice a response, a glimmer of humour sparking in his eyes as they walked under the pasty fluorescent lights.
Her gaze bounced away from his, counting the locker numbers. “Seems to be the general consensus, at the moment”
He tsked, a smile etching the wrinkles in his cheeks deeper. “Not just at the moment, darl’”
“Easy, Charlie” There was no weight behind her remonstrance, not when she laughed for the first time all day. Not as he unconsciously lifted a weight from her chest, let her breathe deeply.
“As if that boy could scare me,” Charlie rooted through the sagging pocket of his coat for the keys. The rough wool was misshapen under the weight of three rings of keys and a gun, so small it could be a toy. “Bet that boyfriend of yours isn’t happy – the scruffy bloke?”
Twice. He’d made her laugh twice.
Unwilling to relent to his subtle prodding, (y/n) nodded towards the set of locks. “C’mon”
“Our Tommy could get you a job”
“I picked this job,” There was an edge to her tone. It was an argument they’d had before. A minefield of kind offers that only increased the pressure of regret’s hold on her throat. “Its bloody freezing, Charlie, hurry up”
“Alright, alright, it’s open” Charlie settled her with a glare. “Come fetch me when you’re done”
With a nod of thanks, (y/n) stepped into the unit. Her hand ran along the corrugated wall, warm with the lingering presence of the day’s sun, until the light switch swung on its string, tapping against her palm. As she pulled it, the cramped space was revealed in a buttery, yellow light.
Shelf after shelf was stacked with Michael’s collection of collateral. A bloodied knife with the prints of a detective, now trained to stay away from Michael’s business. Recordings of a politician’s affair. There was no doubt that her own fate, concealed within an artifact of her past, was hidden in the crowded space. The insurance for when Michael’s leash on her finally snapped.
Sighing wearily, (y/n) reached for a duffle bag, heavy under the burden of bundles of bank notes. Hoped it would be enough for Michael to patch over whatever new problem he’d created.
…
The bakery hadn’t changed.
The overcrowded passages stacked high with barrels. The permanent murmur of chatter as employees filed past her. The warmth, making the space resemble a cavern. The golden haze of nostalgia welcomed her, soothed her hackles with a careful caress.
Her presence got caught in snippets of conversation and anxious glances, the prying curiosity of Alfie’s foot soldiers prickling at her neck as she approached Alfie’s office.
His back was to her, the confines of his suit abandoned as he stooped over his desk in just a shirt, the sleeves rolled to rest below his elbows. The fabric strained against his hurried ministrations as he scribbled onto a sheet, handing it to Ollie before he became aware of her presence.
It hurt. To watch the softness bleed into his expression. To watch a light warm his eyes as he struggled to temper the curl of his mouth.
She didn’t deserve this.
Or maybe it was exactly what she did deserve. The comfort and affection of a man she’d scorned too many times to every truly call her own.
“What brings you here, love? Business or pleasure?”
Alfie’s smile was open. He shifted to lean against the desk, nodding towards the chair opposite him. She didn’t accept the offer.
“Business”
“Fucking shame, that”
An ache blossomed behind her ribs as his smile only grew wider. Undeterred by her indifference, Alfie stood to his full height and reached behind the desk for a bottle of whiskey.
Some things never change.
(Y/n) would bet her life savings on there being a fresh shirt placed neatly in the third drawer of his desk and a stash of chocolates hidden in the box of files shoved beneath the bookshelf that stood at the back of the room.
Alfie was still Alfie.
He placed two glasses on the worn surface of the desk, sloshing amber liquid into each before knocking one towards her.
She’d bought him those glasses for some distant birthday after too many complaints about drinking whiskey from mismatched mugs.
What are these, love?
I refuse to drink £300 whisky out of tea-stained mugs
Snob
Child
Laughter had rumbled through his chest, warming her from the inside out.
Christ, she was tired.
“I need information” Her voice was clipped, assertive.
Alfie took little notice, nudging the glass towards her again until she relented. A sigh slipped from her lips as the alcohol burnt its way down her throat before settling soothingly in her stomach.
With a raised brow, Alfie appraised her. Something shifted in him, demeanour sliding from old friend to wry associate so quickly she fumbled to catch up. He switched faces so quickly, so readily. But never with her. At least, until now.
He spoke into the dribble of whiskey left in his glass. “Didn’t know I was your informant”
“You said you’d give me what I need”
A huff of laughter soothed her discomfort as he struggled to retrain whatever barrier he was holding over himself. “Sounds more like pleasure, to me,” Alfie met her gaze abruptly, pining her in place. Her fingers twitched around the glass. “What do I get out of it?”
“Depends how good the information is”
“Tease” It was muttered under his breath with a smile, the whispered word retracing the edges of the intimacy that had once existed between them. “Go on”
“What do you know about the deal with the Italians?”
“What does Michael want with the Sabinis?” (Y/n) ignored the question, swallowing a mouthful of whiskey. Soon, it would blunt her awareness, leave her blissfully adrift from Alfie and whatever it was that he was doing to her. But, for now, she was agonisingly aware of the weight of his gaze, of his longing for so much more than she was able to give.
He sighed, the sound curling him inward as his shoulders buckled and his hand rubbed at the scar cutting through his beard. “It’s a fucking mess, love. Tommy’s scrambling”
Fuck.
No wonder Michael wanted to swoop in and play fucking hero. Tommy would be indebted to him. Which meant so would Arthur and John.
Exhaustion settled across her temple, her eyes pinching shut.
“How much?”
Alfie didn’t pause, didn’t attempt to soften the blow. “Millions”
“Shit”
“Shit, indeed”
(Y/n)’s brain attempted to sort through the shreds of information Michael had drip fed her over the weeks. The meetings and pieces of paperwork, the calls taken outside and the errands to Charlie’s. None of it could align in a manner that would render Michael’s interference beneficial.
Impatient with her distracted mind, Alfie prompted her. “So?”
“So?”
“I’m waitin’, love” The brunt of his gaze rooted her in place. His appraisal was heavy, adoring even, until his brow drew lower over his eyes, obscuring the umber depths she could lose herself in. “Does Michael know you’re here?”
(Y/n) was all to familiar with the swarm of guilt that flooded her stomach. “Does it matter if he does?”
For a moment, Alfie smiled, pleased by the sharp edge of her tone. It was something he’d taught her, painstakingly, as she struggled with the brutality of the world she’d stumbled into.
“You using me?” His tone was careful, any hint of hurt or jealously parcelled away into the recess of his demeanour.
She could have lied. She probably should have done. “Yes”
Slowly, he nodded. The dribble of whiskey was drained from his glass before he met her eye again, expectant. There was a debt to be paid. It wasn’t like she could offer him anything else.
Michael would be pissed. But she was struggling to find the will to care. “Detective Monroe - he’s on Michael’s payroll, that’s why half your shipments are being raided”
“And?”
The press of her teeth cut into her lip. He was always so bloody difficult. “And nothing, do what you want with him” His gaze remained expectant. Alfie would always want more, even when every scrap of evidence told him to expect otherwise. It was his enduring determination that had first drawn her to him. Now, perhaps, it was what she hated him for. He saw so much, desired so much, that she didn’t know how she could ever deliver it. She was desperately holding onto the shreds of herself. And she didn’t know what it would mean to gift them to him. “That’s all I can offer you, Alfie”
His fingers curled around the edge of the desk, the strain morphing the ink spread across his scared skin. Carefully, he stood, his gaze locked on the loose threads of the rug that sat beneath his desk. “Right, then”
He didn’t move. The beast of him, the strength caged in him broad frame, held taunt as the cogs in his brain whirred. “Right, well, it’s much appreciated” He smiled but it wasn’t crooked, wasn’t amplified with crow’s feet and the burn of life in his irises. It was perfectly even and vacant and horrifying. “Best get yourself home, love. Wouldn’t want the prince getting impatient”
The blow hurt more than it should. “Alfie”
He reached for the jacket draped across the back of his desk chair, pulling it roughly. “I’ve got another meeting”
She knew the performance of indifference was false. But still, she found herself desperately scrambling at the seams, fruitlessly attempting to claim the shard of reality that had kept her afloat for years.
“Alf –“
Alfie kept his gaze low as he paused at the threshold of his office, a hand braced on the doorframe.
“Good luck with the Sabinis”
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Peaky Blinders: The Gang Master List
Alfie Solomons
The Gang-
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Fathers & Family Master Post! All the family stories I have are below! (Peaky Blinders & Bullet Train)
Peaky Blinders
Grab an End - Thomas Shelby & Teen Ruby Shelby
Ruby sneaks off to a party and needs Tommy’s help - Hurt / Comfort / Father daughter feels / coming of age
Moving Out - Thomas Shelby & Little Ruby Shelby
Little Ruby has had enough of Tommy’s BS - Hurt / Comfort - father-daughter feels / fix it/ happy ending
Sick - Thomas Shelby & Little Ruby Shelby
Ruby is on death's door, Tommy and family try to nurse her back to health
Da - Thomas Shelby & Little Teddy Shelby
The Kid’s first words & Tommy’s reaction - Super Fluff
We Are Not Good Men - Thomas Shelby & Adopted Teen Daughter Pt.2
Reader is adopted when Tommy discovers that she had been working for him as a maid at 15 years old. Extreme fluff & hurt comfort. Hugs. Nondescriptive mentions of assault and beatings
A Vacation - Thomas Shelby X Reader & Family
Tommy needs to step up as a father, when his wife is pregnant again and put on bedrest a vacation is in order. Tommy takes them to stay in Cornwall and the reader watches everyone change for the better.
A Day at the Fair - Shelby boys & Finn
The boys promise him a day at the fair and it doesn’t go as planned - featuring lots of Tommy and Lizzy, plus Arthur and John
London Calling - Shelby Sister Reader
(Shelby sister) has had enough of her family’s nonsense, she escapes to do things on her own. Only to find out years later the cause of her pain wasn’t what she thought it was.
First Hit - Finn Shelby Comming of Age
An outing takes an unexpected turn and Finn thinks its him time to step up. Featuring lots of kid Finn, buckets of innocence, lots of Tommy, and Lizzy to the rescue.
A Monster Under the Bed - Thomas X Reader & Daughter
Tommy helps a girl with an unexpected request that leads his heart somewhere it hasn’t been before
Closing Walls & Ticking Clocks - Thomas X Lizzie & Adopted Reader
who knew verbally assaulting a nun would win you the perfect family - Series
Growing Pains - Shelby Family & Reader Sister
Reader is the youngest of the Shelby clan and is often excluded due to her softer nature. When she gets hurt at the pub one day it quickly becomes everyone’s problem to fix it and make things right
Dad? - Tommy Shelby & Little Baby Sister
The last Shelby is born just before the war, when Tommy comes back caring for her is one of the only things he finds peace in.
Red - Thomas Shelby X Pregnant Reader
Redhead Reader finds out she’s pregnant with Tommy’s babe. This follows their wonders about what their child will be like.
Betrayal - Thomas Shelby & Reader Daughter
Reader is Tommy’s daughter. When she gets involved with a boy from a rival family, she knows that there is a lot on the line. Unfortunately for her, things don’t end well, causing Tommy to recall what it was like being in love with someone who stabs you in the back
Teddy Bear - Alfie & Little Girl from the Streets - Pt. 2
The reader gets lost wandering the streets, when she sees what she assumes is a bakery she sneaks in hoping to steal some scraps…. She gets caught by Alfie, initially terrified of his big size and loud voice she realizes he’s not so bad after all.
Allergies - Tommy Shelby X Reader Daughter
Thomas meets an unspeakable setback as he welcomes his new daughter into the world
Nonsense - Reader & Little Charlie Shelby
No one can understand what’s bothering little Charlie - no one except the reader
American Girl - Shelby Family & Sister Reader
The reader finds out more about her distant family after her Grandparents pass.
Her Father's Daughter - Thomas Shelby & Little Ruby Shelby
Follow up head cannons about how much Ruby adores her father.
Dresses - Thomas Shelby & Reader Daughter
While the ladies of the Shelby family are on vacation you realize you still need to find a ballgown for the big dance. Thankfully your dad is available.
Not a Child Anymore - Thomas Shelby & Reader Daughter
Tommy struggles with his daughter as she starts exploring the world of dating - After falling for Isaiah he catches them and all hell breaks loose
Me, Adopted? - Thomas Shelby & Reader Son
Charlie & Ruby play a prank on their little brother and tell him he's adopted.
I don't want to grow up - Tommy's daughter finds herself in an uncomfortable position while all the women are out of town - father-daughter comfort fic
Bullet Train
Values - Tangerine X Reader - Series
Tangerine can't help himself and decides to mess around while on the job - resulting in a very pregnant reader trying to track him down.
Adopt a Fruit - Tangerine & Lemon & Small reader child
A young girl falls into the hands of our two favorite assassins
#peaky blinders#tommy shelby#peaky blinders imagine#tommy shelby imagine#tommy shelby x reader#thomas shelby#thomas shelby imagine#alfie solomons#finn shelby#shelby family#lizzie shelby#polly gray#peaky blinders fanfic#peaky blinders one shot#tangerine#lemon#tangerine & lemon#bullet train#bullet train oneshot#bullet train fanfic#ruby shelby#reader x shelby family
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I’m Sorry
An Alfie Solomons X Freya(FemOC)One-Shot
A/N: Hello everyone I know I have ghosted for a while just school and other things have happened lately good and bad really. But enough said but here is a lovely lovely One-Shot that I had the honor with working with my bestie and lovely @i-love-th-characters1. We thought of this story out of nowhere and we decided to make Alfie be such a brute because we thought that Alfie never really apologizes so we decided to make this tale of him and we are very proud to share this short and yet long one shot of the lovely King of Camden Town and his beautiful Scandinavian. Gypsy Freya(our very own OC). Romance, Friendship, etc is presented before your eyes and I hope you all enjoy this as much as me and I-love had such a fun and brainstorming time to bring this to life. Without further ado please as always enjoy, Reblog, Comment, and thank you all for being around I appreciate it every single one of you.
Summary: ”I'm Sorry."
Two words that she never thought she would hear from the man in front of her. If she's honest, she did look at him like he had 3 heads. Silence took over as they both stared at each other, wondering who would break it as his apology lingered between them.
WARNING 18+: Fem is a Virgin, Lit SMUT, Cussing, Mentions of Alcohol, & Lots Fluff
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The old grandfather clock chimed throughout the small hallway indicating that it was past 10 o'clock at night. Freya was peacefully sitting on the red velvet couch facing the small chimney fireplace. While in her hands she continued to read a book that she got from one of the bookshelves. Cyril was lying next to her feet on the floor while the smooth breeze of the ocean outside the window came inside the lit-up living room. Freya let out a low sigh placing the closed book on top of her lap feeling uneasy about Alfie not arriving home yet.
“Where could he be, it’s getting late?” she said out loud resting her back against the head of the couch hearing the crackling sound of the fireplace continuing to burn.
Feeling like time was going slow for Freya, Sophia, their young maid, appeared inside the living room making Cyril lift his head up from his nap.
“Would you like me to get you anything else for tonight Mrs. Solomons?” the young girl asked while picking up the silver tray from the small brown table in front of Freya.
“No, I’m quite alright now, Sophia thank you. It's best you head home. I'm still waiting for Alfie to arrive from his workplace. Don’t you worry about me, I can take care of the rest of the house. You have done a lot today which I appreciate very much and so does Alfie but enough said. Oh, and yes, your payment for this week's salary I’ll get that right away for you my dear. I’ll be right back,” Freya said, walking her way out of the living room to head to Alfie’s office, while Sophia put away the tea tray in the kitchen area.
A few minutes later Freya returned with the young woman’s payment in her hands, she saw Sophia giving cuddles and scratches to the big Bullmastiff. She smiled at the site while the big dog lay on his back enjoying the amount of attention he was getting from the young housemaid.
“Silly Cyril you, now come on then off to bed with you. Go on shoo, shoo,” Freya clapped commanding the big brown mutt to go away but was not listening.
“Hehe, seems he doesn't want to go to bed just yet, but I must go now Cyril I’ll see you tomorrow you sweet dog,” Sophia cooed raising herself on her feet smoothing out her white shirt dress.
“Here you go love,” Freya said handing over the young woman’s money as she continued speaking, “We’ll see you at the same hour in the morning as always, you walk safely back home now. Goodnight Sophia.”
“Thank you, Mrs. Solomons, and I’ll be here at 7 in the morning sharp like I always do. And it is a pleasure to serve you and Mr. Solomon-.”
The front door suddenly burst open making both women jump back in fright, noticing Alfie angrily mumbling some words under his breath. Both Sophia and Freya couldn't quite catch what he was saying, as he shut the door with force.
“Fuckin’ hell can tonight be something more difficult than the other nights,” Alfie loudly said walking his way towards his office room not noticing the girl's presence who have been seeing his small tantrum all this time.
“Umm, well then that means he didn’t have a good day at work I suppose. I apologize for my husband's behavior Sophia, he really isn't like this every night believe me. Anyways again goodnight dear, until the morning,” said Freya, opening the door for Sophia feeling embarrassed on the inside from Alfie’s actions.
After Sophia left the house, Freya with a small temper growing from inside, quickly walked her way toward her husband's private office. Cyril followed right behind as she opened the door with ferocity, seeing his back facing her way.
“What the fuck is the matter with you, Alfie? Have you gone out of your mind coming back home with that temperament?” Freya questioned, closing the door behind her and crossing her arms in front of her chest glaring her eyes directed at him.
“So fuckin’ what, eh? I can act whatever way I want, yea, you won’ understand the amount of shit I went through today,” he said, forwarding himself on his knuckles on top of his desk, letting out a big frustrated sigh.
Freya let out a slow sigh trying her best to steady her breathing, wanting to try and communicate with her loving husband. She felt her body relax until she talked to Alfie once again.
“Alfie, talk to me, you know you can always tell me what is wrong,” Freya said, placing a gentle hand on top of his left shoulder but he shoved her hand away from him startling her with fright.
“Why would you fuckin’ care about what happened to me at the job today, it's business that you won’t understand. And now you here telling me ‘what is wrong,’ like if talkin’ will make me feel better,” he said giving a menacing look at his wife, Freya felt chills forming through her body appalled by how Alfie was raising his voice at her.
“Are you listening to yourself, Alfie?” Freya now had her voice raised while her hands turned into tight fists as she continued on speaking, “What is the matter with you, how dare you're raising your voice at me when it isn’t my fault you had a terrible day at work. And you're standing here taking your anger out on me. Who by the way is your wife? Who wants to try and understand what the hell caused you to act like this.”
“Do me a favor, my dear yea? Why don’ you just leave me alone and shut your goddamn mouth and instead you can fuck off from my site yea! You're makin’ my damn head hurt more just by looking at your face,” he said breathing heavily in and out from his nostrils, Freya stayed silent feeling as though a sharp knife stabbed through her heart.
Not wanting to stay any longer Freya angrily walked out of Alfie’s private office, shutting the brown door with a loud bang. She leaned her back against the wooden door placing her hands over her eyes and letting out a small quiet whimper. She felt tears forming through her dark hazel eyes, inhaling a long breath of air as she walked her way through the small hallway. She grabbed a long black scarf from the coat hanger and wrapped the material around her shoulders. Freya made her way out of her house without a care in the world, as some thunder was heard in the far distance. Indicating that a storm was coming in but that didn’t stop her from walking her way to who knows where. Back inside the house, Alfie took out a bottle of whiskey from a side drawer of his desk. Before opening the cap, he stared at the bottle for a moment until he saw Freya’s face.
Realizing what he did and said to her was incredibly wrong and inside his soul, he was regretting it ever so much. Grabbing the whiskey bottle with his right hand he frustratingly threw it across the room, making a big splatter spot on the wall. Along with the pieces of glass shattered throughout the floor as he let himself fall on top of his armchair. Tilting his head back looking up at nothing else but the ceiling, exhaling a long sigh while he had his eyes closed.
What the fuck did I just do… I’m such a fuckin’ idiot…
Alfie walked his way out of his office room, walking through the hallway towards the stairs that led up to the second floor. Cyril walked alongside him making their way up wanting to apologize to her for acting such a dick towards her knowing that his anger got the best of him. Alfie reached the bedroom door and before going inside he softly knocked on it.
“Freya… sweetheart, I’m… forgive me for screaming at you. I… I don’t know what came over me,” Alfie said, letting out a disappointed sigh and placing his right hand on the doorknob making his way slowly inside the room.
But to his shock, she was nowhere to be found inside but only their empty bed and a small table lamp on the other side of the room. Alfie panicked feeling his heart racing out of control, as he walked his way back down the first floor.
“Freya. Freya, where are you?” he called out looking from one room to the other, not finding any trace of her whereabouts.
Alfie started to become more agitated after failing to find her in every part of the house thinking about where she could be or run off to. Alfie caressed his fingers through his short brown locks, letting out another irritated sigh. Wondering where Freya could have gone too and somewhere he and she would know to go when they wanted to clear their heads out. That's when it suddenly hit him where exactly Freya could have gone to.
The old stone bridge… she must have gone there…
Alfie didn't wait another minute to pass by and made his way out of the house, leaving Cyril all alone in the house. Outside the dark chilly night, it started pouring small drops of rain as Alfie walked his way towards the path that leads to the old bridge. Where they met for the first time when they were in their adolescent years. He only hoped and prayed that Freya made it there safely the rain however only continued to come down heavily.
This is all my fault…my own damn fucking guilt…
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14 Years Ago: Somewhere In Camden Town
"Follow the path, Cyril. You know better." A young Alfie told his then puppy.
The pup happily sniffed and walked along the path again, a path he and Alfie took for their afternoon walks for a few months now. It was all very familiar to both boys. Today was no different, or at least, it wasn't supposed to be. Yet, their ears picked up on something.
"Stop." Alfie whispered to his pup who stayed in place in front of him, waiting for his owner to be closer.
Looking around, Alfie couldn't place where the sudden singing was coming from. Not that he minded the joyous and raucous tune, but the path is known to be private, which is why he began walking Cyril here two months ago. Straining his sight again, he finally saw a figure under the old stone bridge.
A young woman, to be exact. She was dancing while singing. Her swaying movements and the unfamiliar tune was like a siren's song to the young man and his puppy. Neither even felt themselves starting to walk in her direction. Their feet simply had minds of their own. Slowly, they approached the young woman who hadn't seen or heard them yet. She was too busy dancing her heart out, the jingling of her many necklaces clinking against each other adding a different beat to the, what Alfie could tell was a, foreign song. He was in a trance as he watched her body move. Nothing provocative, nothing grand. She just seemed so free. Cyril looked up at his owner, wondering why he hadn't said anything yet if he liked seeing the girl dance so much. So, being the curious puppy he was, he happily barked.
The echoing noise immediately had the young woman stopping her movements and her song as she sharply inhaled, clearly startled as she looked towards the direction in which the bark came from.
"No, no, shh." Alfie told his dog as he tried to subdue the embarrassment he began to feel since he had gotten caught staring.
Instead of being able to control his puppy, Cyril barked again, and again, and again. His tail was wagging and his ears stood up halfway as he wondered why the girl wasn't singing or dancing anymore as she kept looking at them. Alfie wasn't sure what to do as he looked up from his dog. His eyes met the young woman's, and he could tell that she was either seconds from running away or she was too scared to move and was hoping they'd leave first. He knew one thing was for certain; neither parties moved from their spots as they simply stared at each other.
He could tell she wasn't from here. He had never seen her in the town, much less under the old bridge that he has been passing under daily for two months. He softly cleared his throat as he gave her a tiny nod, unsure of what to do as she kept looking at them. He wasn't sure if she'd do them both harm, though she didn't seem to be a bad person. Cyril, on the other hand, was still curious about this girl who seemed so free a moment ago and was now hesitant to leave the safety of the shadows of the bridge.
So, Cyril took matters into his own paws and sniffed the trail as he wandered over to where she was standing. He was surprised when Alfie didn't bother stopping him. Looking up at the girl who slowly looked down at him, Cyril barked, wagging his tail to let her know he was friendly. He sensed that she was being cautious, and the pup didn't blame her. He and his owner were strangers to her after all. He sat in place and softly whined, giving her the best puppy eyes that he could muster. Alfie took cautious steps towards the two, stopping just under the beginning of the bridge.
He watched her necklaces clink together as she slowly moved to kneel down in front of the puppy. Cyril immediately climbed into her lap, causing the young woman to seem taken back by the gentle action. The pup nudged one of her hands with his small nose, letting her know it was alright to pet him. Carefully, she very lightly patted his back, now curious about the tiny animal in her lap who seemed happy to see her. So she patted him again, and again, and again. Each time, she grew less afraid, less cautious, and soon, Alfie felt himself smiling as he watched her scratch Cyril on his belly which caused one of the pup's back legs to scratch the air.
He found her smile breathtaking, even if it was directed at his dog and not him.
"I…um, we're sorry for interrupting you." He said, noticing how her eyes were taking all of him in.
It made him feel too warm for his own comfort, but some tiny part of him deep down enjoyed the attention from this beautiful young woman.
She only gave him another smile, seeming confused as to what he was saying. Deciding to try and help the situation, Alfie carefully kneeled down in front of her and his pup, hoping she could tell that they're both friendly and meant her no harm.
"Cyril." He told her, pointing at the puppy.
She tilted her head slightly to the right, still seeming confused.
"Cy-ril." Alfie repeated, only slower this time so she could grasp the name.
She looked at the dog, slowly nodding. Though she didn't say anything, Alfie knew she understood. Suddenly, she was pointing at him, head tilting to the right again.
"I'm Alfie." He said, placing one of his hands on his chest.
Her eyebrows raised in confusion.
"Al-fie. Al-fie." He slowly repeated, being patient with her.
She gave him a slow nod, understanding that he was introducing himself.
"Alfie Solomons. I live here, in Camden. Do…Do you live here?" He asked, only to receive no answer.
They both stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity.
"Freya," She softly spoke, copying him and placing one of her hands on her chest,
"Fre-ya." She said with a smile.
"Freya." He repeated the name, liking how it rolled off his tongue.
She happily nodded after he had said it. He stretched out his right hand towards her, watching as she looked at it with curiosity.
"You give me your left hand, and we shake 'em together. That's how you greet someone who you just met." He explained.
Freya still didn't understand, so he gently took her left hand in his right one. Very slowly, he shook hands with her, noticing that she seemed to be paying close attention.
"It's nice to meet you." He said, adding a slight smile for good measure.
He tried to let go of her hand, but she didn't want to let him go. She had never been so patiently dealt with by someone foreign to her. Alfie felt himself blushing as they just awkwardly kept holding hands, wondering why she would choose to keep holding on to him.
"Do you live here?" He asked her again, only to earn another head tilt.
"Um,"
His mind was racing as he thought of ways to gesture at a house or anything that resembled a home. Suddenly, an idea hit him as he spotted a small twig beside his leg. She let go of his hand as his other began picking up the twig. He did the best that he could to draw an outline of a house between them on the sand beneath their legs.
"Home?" He asked, motioning to his simple drawing.
All Freya did was curiously look at him before something visibly clicked within her. She pointed to the twig, and Alfie quickly gave it to her. He was so caught up in looking her over that he hadn't realized what she was doing. That is, until a voice was heard in the far distance.
"Freya!" A man's voice shouted.
Alfie watched as she happily turned around, looking towards where the voice came from. Turning again to face her new friend, she pointed behind her.
"Tata." She said with a smile.
Now it was Alfie's turn to give her a look of confusion, watching as she handed a snoozing Cyril to him before she carefully rose to her feet. He quickly followed, careful to not wake his puppy.
"Freya!" The man's voice shouted again, sounding slightly closer this time.
"Tata." The young woman repeated to Alfie who gave her a slow nod.
Then it clicked.
'Must be her father.' He thought as she gave him another smile.
"Home." She softly added as she tried her best to copy how he had pronounced the singular word, once again pointing in the same direction she had a moment ago.
"Oh, right, yeah. I best be headin' back myself.
"Home?" She asked with a curious expression, her words laced with happiness.
"Yes. My home is that way." He answered with a slight smile, pointing behind him, his thumb gesturing towards the path he and Cyril took.
"Jutro." She said with a look of hope.
Once again, he was confused.
"Jutro?" She asked instead, hoping it would make a difference.
"I…I don't understand." He softly explained, taking a step closer to her.
"Jutro…jutro." She slowly repeated, making a gesture with her hands as she also took a step closer towards him.
Alfie paid close attention, trying to grasp what she meant as he closely watched her hands. Her left hand stayed still as her right one moved back to the front over her left.
"Jutro?" She asked in a whisper.
Then it hit him.
"Tomorrow!" He blurted out, finally understanding.
"Jutro!" She happily hummed out, grateful that he knew what she meant.
"I'll come back tomorrow. Me and Cyril," He pointed to himself and his pup,
"Will meet you," He pointed at her,
"Here." He promised as he pointed between them.
They were both happy that they had reached an agreement, just in time, as her father called out a third time, the voice closer now. She reached towards Cyril, giving his head a loving pat, being careful to not wake him. With a final look to Alfie, Freya slowly waved at him, giving him such a sweet smile before she hurried out from under the old stone bridge. He watched as she soon disappeared into the fog that was covering the far distance of Camden.
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Some Time Later
Freya, Alfie, and Cyril were inseparable. Wherever one was, so were the other two. The three spent much time each day under the stone bridge. It was mostly because Freya was scared to leave its safety. She had never dared go past the bridge, and Alfie never forced her. Until one month later when one particular morning Cyril had stepped on a small thorn and Alfie wasn't sure what was wrong with his pup.
"Mate, you're limping." He said in concern as Cyril sat in place.
Squatting down, Alfie carefully looked over his whimpering pup, trying to figure out what the source behind the discomfort was.
"Alfie!" Freya happily called out to him from under the bridge.
Looking towards her, he waved at her since she was waving at him.
"I'll be just a second, alright? Something is wrong with Cyril." He called out to her as worry towards his dog's health began creeping into his head.
Freya quietly watched as Alfie sat on the floor and Cyril didn't climb in his lap. In her eyes, it was all too strange that the puppy would rather sit on the floor than in his owner's lap because Cyril loves being in her and Alfie's laps.
She could hear Alfie talking to Cyril, but all he would get in return were whines and whimpers of discomfort. Worry rose within her, and it was so fast in that moment that she hadn't realized her feet had minds of their own. They quickly walked her out from under the bridge and towards her friends. She sat beside Alfie, who glanced over at her then back to his dog, but then he quickly fully looked over at her.
"Cyril." She said in worry with a small frown.
Carefully, she picked him up, doing some inspecting of her own to see if Alfie possibly missed something when he had done the same just a second ago.
"Freya, you're-"
"Found it." She announced as she very gently laid the dog on her lap.
She spotted a very small thorn wedged between the pads of his left back paw.
"A thorn?" He asked her as she held it up for him to see.
"Yes." She answered before flicking it away from them.
"Better, Cyril?" She asked the pup as she set him on all fours.
He happily wagged his tail before barking, obviously in a much better mood.
"Freya,"
She turned to look at Alfie who wore a surprised expression on his face.
"Yes?" She asks curiously.
"You're out from under the bridge." He told her gently.
She looked behind them, finding he was correct. She had left the safety of the bridge. Yet it didn't feel different now that she was out from under there. She was with Alfie and Cyril, which made everything seem normal.
"Is good?" She hesitantly asked him.
He gently smiled at her, enjoying that she had learned the English language so quickly with his help.
"Do you feel good about being here in the open?" He asked her.
After giving the question some thought, she nodded, giving him a smile in return.
"Then this means I can show ya the shops in the town." He excitedly said, and the thought of seeing all the different stores and products they have to offer caused her to smile again.
That day, while they were in town, he asked her if she would allow him to be her boyfriend. She looked at him in slight shock as she thought of what he had just asked.
"If you don't want to be with me, I understand. It's just…I fancy you so much, Freya. You understand me like no one else does. You're beautiful and kind. Your nature is to heal and comfort. Mine is to destroy and create chaos. But none of that happens when I'm with you."
"Yes." She answered once his words ceased.
They stared at each other for what felt like an eternity. Slowly, big smiles began to spread across their lips before she happily hugged him. He hugged her back, holding her tightly as she excitedly giggled into his chest.
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1914: World War I
Two months passed before their lives drastically changed. A war had begun, and by what Alfie told Freya, any and all help was needed.
"They sent me this." He told her, holding up a folded paper.
"What is it?" She hesitantly asked.
He took a good long look at her. He didn't want to tell her. He couldn't. He couldn't bear to see the sadness he knew would be on her face. He didn't want to tell her that he might die far away from home. Yet he forced himself to answer her.
"It's a letter. I've been…"
She stepped closer to him, seeing the worry in his eyes,
"I've been drafted. They need me to go fight. I leave in two weeks."
Silence lingered between them as they looked at each other.
"You can't leave." She whispered as a small frown took over her lips.
"I have to. They'll punish me if I don't." He softly explained.
"But…But what if you don't return?" She asked him.
Tears began to form in her eyes, and he quickly wrapped his arms around her.
"I will. I will return. That much I promise you."
Those two weeks were spent with each other. The young couple felt that they couldn't get enough time together as the day they both dreaded quickly approached. When that morning came, the two closely stayed by each other's sides as they waited for the designated train to pull into the station.
Freya couldn't stop thinking about how to help Alfie feel less nervous. He was holding her hand as if his life depended on it. Then it dawned on her.
She moved to take off one of the many necklaces that hung around her neck. Making sure she had the one she wanted, she moved to stand in front of her boyfriend. He looked at her with curious eyes, wondering what she was doing. He had his answer when she held the necklace towards him. Understanding that she was trying to help, he slightly dipped his head down and felt her carefully slip it over his head. As it rested against his chest, he looked down at it, finding a small coin-sized plate hanging from the chain. The name of his girlfriend was engraved in a fancy font on the face of it.
She had opened her mouth to speak, but the train was coming into the station, blaring its horn in the process. The other men, young and older and who had also received a letter that requested their help in the war, began saying goodbye to their significant others or their families. Slowly, Freya's eyes met Alfie's.
"I promise to come back to you. No matter how far away I am, you'll be here in my heart. That's why you gave me this, right?" He asked as he pointed to the necklace.
"Yes." She answered in a whisper.
The train horn blared again, and even though the recruited men didn't want to, they all began lining up beside the train car to board it. Mothers and wives were crying while waving their sons and husbands off. Looking down at Freya, Alfie tightly embraced her. It was warm and loving, and neither wanted to let go. Reluctantly, he was the first to pull away after a solid minute.
"Don't cry, my love." He whispered as he gently wiped away her tears.
She placed her hands over his own, wanting to feel them in hers one last time until who knew how long. He leaned down, placing his mouth over hers, and she followed along by closing the space between them. The kiss was beautiful; familiar, and slow as they tried to be physically connected for as long as they could. When they couldn't breathe anymore, they pulled away, and after they caught their breaths, she sadly watched as he picked up his bags.
"Can I ask you for a favor?" He spoke softly.
"Anything." She answered quickly.
"Will you please look after Cyril and collect my mail while I'm gone? I don't get much, if any, but I'll write to you every chance I get." He explained.
She gave him a nod as it sank in for both of them that they were not dreaming and would be apart with neither knowing for how long. With an apologetic expression towards her, he began to also join the long line of recruited men.
He was only 15 feet away from her, yet she was already missing his touch. So, she did what any love stricken girlfriend would do.
"Alfie!" She called out.
He was about to fill an empty spot in the line when he quickly turned around. He was met by Freya rushing towards him, and just before he could drop his bags, her arms were around his neck. The force that came with her was so great that he almost lost his balance, but the young men on his right and left sides steadied him. They gave him knowing smiles as they took his bags and held them for him. His arms were wrapping themselves around her waist once his hands were free.
When she looked up at him, they kissed again, the action done in haste as the train horn was heard again. When they pulled away, Alfie rested his forehead against hers.
"I love you." He told her with such seriousness that she couldn't help but smile.
"I love you, too." She responded, and he slowly began to let go of her just like she did to him. The warmth they both felt from the embrace quickly turned cold as the two young men handed Alfie his bags again. Freya smiled sadly at him, earning the same smile from him.
A woman gently pulled her away from the line as it shortened, telling her that it was safer to wait by the waiting area than be too close to the tracks. Freya learned that the woman was a mother and had just said goodbye to her three sons. They both stood together, watching in fear and sadness as the train began to slowly take off. Alfie waved at her, just like the woman's sons did. The four had gotten seats right beside some windows. Freya waved back at him, trying her best to not cry so Alfie wouldn't remember her like that.
From that day, exactly one week passed until she heard from him. She was sitting in the living room of his home. Cyril was lying beside her as they both occupied the longest sofa. As she went through the mail to see if he had written to her, her heart raced when she saw her name on one envelope. She dropped the other few envelopes to the floor and got to opening hers right away. Her eyes were met by her boyfriend's handwriting, and they didn't hesitate to begin reading.
'Freya,
I am missing you. I know it has just been a couple of days, but I cannot wait to see you again. It is hard to be away from you for this war against France. I know that what I am doing is for the good of people, but nothing truly feels good without you. I am hoping to see you again soon. But, until then, know that I love you dearly and that I left my heart with you, my darling.
I love you,
-Alfie
Tears ran down her cheeks as she realized that only a week had passed. How long would it be until they saw each other again? Would he make it back? Would this war turn him into someone she wouldn't recognize when…if…he returned? Looking at Cyril, who was closely watching her, Freya continued to softly cry. The dog became concerned, so he moved his head to be in her lap. As soon as she felt Cyril's weight, she hugged him, crying into his fur as he lowly whined. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
“Freya. Freya, can you hear me love?” Alfie called out walking through the big green forest both his shoulders and hair drenched in rain.
He has been calling out for his wife for an hour or so hoping that she didn’t go far from where they lived. Beneath his shoes the pathway was muddy in some spots trying his best to not slip. Some paces later Alfie saw a black smokey cloud in the distance. At first he thought it would be Freya’s family that were set at camp but as he made his way towards the cloud. It turned out to be the old stone bridge where he and Freya would mostly spend time together and where they first met all those years ago. It’s like he could remember it like it was yesterday.
How time flies so fast…
Seeing the smoke coming from underneath he carefully made his way down a steep path. Once making it down Alfie embraced the site of the old bridge placing a hand against its few stones. Remembering the old days of both him and Freya’s life when they would meet each other secretly. Until Freya’s father found out about their meetups one day and it caused both of them to not see or speak to each other for weeks. But eventually Freya told her father that Alfie was nothing but a gentleman and a marvelous boy towards her. Knowing that Alfie wasn’t never the type of man to lay a hand on her for any reason. Her father at first didn’t believe in her daughter for a while but eventually when one day Alfie without feeling afraid. Went to visit her home and talked with her family hoping that they will see a different perspective and let Freya be his friend.
“If you ever do anything that will harm my lovely daughter you stay away from us and never come back. Is that understood boy?” Said Harald Freya’s father pointing a sharp finger at the young boy which in reply a nod in agreement.
And after that discussion Freya was free to see and speak with Alfie which she was relieved that her father finally let her see her friend. It was as if that event just happened yesterday how he wished to relive that moment one more time.
Alfie then made his way towards the large opening of the bridge where he found Freya sitting on the wet cold ground. Hugging her legs together while she stared at the small campfire she made not too long ago. Her long dark brown hair was wet from the rain as well as her clothes. It didn’t bother her since she is after all a gypsy who has traveled to many places. And the rain was one of her favorite weathers feeling like she is at peace for the most part. Freya didn’t notice his presence until Alfie sat next to her. She scooted a bit to the side still feeling upset towards him not forgetting what he told her earlier. Alfie noticed this not wanting to push her buttons anymore knowing he has caused so much tonight. The crackling sound of the wood against the fire continued and Freya and Alfie didn't say much for a moment. While the sound of faint thunder was heard far towards the distance as the drops of water continued to gently pour down. Alfie wanted to say something at first but he didn’t feel brave to say anything yet. Freya tightens her long black scarf around her shoulders, feeling the cool wind feeling shivers running through her body. Noticing this Alfie without exchanging any words removed his long black coat from himself. He gently placed the warm material over Freya making her flinch but yet welcomed it. She looked him in the eyes giving off a small faint smile nodding her head in “thank you.” Alfie returned the gesture they both didn’t say much again. As some time has passed for too long Alfie finally surprising himself at the words he said next.
“I’m sorry,” is all that he could say looking forward to the fireplace.
When Freya heard him say those two words she looked at him with a confused look. Not believing in what he just heard him say.
“What did you say?” She then said wanting to make sure she heard him correctly.
Before he said anything he sat straight while clearing his throat. He turned to see his wife having to repeat himself again. Inhaling a small breath he heard himself again saying those two words he mostly never says until now.
“I’m sorry for yelling at you back at home my love. My frustration and stubbornness got the best of me and I never meant to say those things to you either. Work has been a pain in the ass these past couple of days and today was the worst of them all,” he says, lowering his eyes looking at his hands biting his lips together as he went on, “once those words came out of me mouth I knew I'd made a terrible mistake. Looking at your eyes I saw how hurt you felt and I wanted to just kill myself then and there for what I have said to the love of my life. I just…just.”
Freya could see the tears forming against his blue eyes knowing that he meant every word that he was saying to her. Seeing and hearing the guilt in his eyes and voice wishing he could take back what he didn’t mean to say. She also felt her eyes filling with tears as one teardrop stream down the corner of her right eye gently wiping it away with the back of her right hand. No words were exchanged Freya tightly hugged Alfie around his neck almost making him tilt to the side. But they both steadied themselves; she then felt his arms wrapping around her embracing in each other's arms.
“I know you didn’t mean those words my love, but that doesn’t make me stop loving you no matter what. I love you so much my Alfie, like you don’t imagine,” she said leaning back to look him in the eyes, placing her right hand against his left cheek as their foreheads touch each other.
“I promise you at this very moment that I’ll not let my emotions get to me very easily. Because I never want to see my flower look sad and hurt ever again. And I love you too my Freya like you don’t know either,” he said back, placing a small light kiss on top of her forehead.
“I hope you know I’m not one of your workers who will tolerate your screaming and shouting, Alfie. I'm your wife." Freya reminds her husband placing both her hands on each side of his cheeks.
Alfie nods immediately. "I know, sweetheart.”
"Don't you ever do this to me again, yes?” Freya says, sounding not too angry anymore with a more relaxed smile.
He gives her a small smile while nodding again. "I wouldn't dream of it." He says as he gets closer to her.
She can't stay mad at him forever, so she also gets closer to him. He leans down to kiss her, and when their lips touch, it all comes flooding back to him. The very first moment they shared their love for each other.
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She could only imagine the beautiful bodies of other young women he had seen before she had ever met him. How could she compare? Surely they were much more beautiful than she. Every scar she had ever earned, from quick evacuations with her family when they encountered danger throughout their travels, were on display. They were like directions to every imperfection she had. Yet there she stood in front of the edge of his bed, bare. He stood before her, wearing only boxers. His bright blue-green eyes drank in every centimeter of her skin before they looked deep into her eyes.
"Freya,"
The way her name gently left his mouth made her heavily blush. All she could hear in his words was love. The emotion was very clear, and it gave her some relief, but not enough to wash her nerves away entirely.
“You’re absolutely stunning; a vision, a work of art.” He spoke, genuinely meaning every word.
He slowly closed the space between them, his eyes staying on her face the whole time as he walked a few steps towards her. She suddenly held her breath. She didn’t want to tell him that this was her first time having sex.
“What’s wrong?” He asked in a whisper.
He could see there was some concern written on her face, and it only grew the more he looked at her.
“Alife, I…”
He patiently waited for her to say what she needed,
“I’ve never had sex.”
His face grew pink at her confession.
“We don’t have to do anythin’, love. I would hate to make you uncomfortable.”
“I want to.” She quickly assured him.
Silence took over between them as they stared at each other.
“Neither have I.” He confessed.
“What?” She asked softly.
“I’ve also never had sex.” He clarifies.
“Do you still want to…with me?” She asked with hesitance.
“It would be an honor to have you be my first, my darling.” He answered.
She smiled up at him as her body relaxed a bit more. Slowly, she reached towards him, lightly placing her hands on his bare chest. It showed scars, all of them proof of his time away from home and fighting against enemies. A small smile crossed his lips as he placed his right hand at the back of her neck. His left hand made itself at home at her lower back. Before she knew it, he gently laid her down on his bed, helping her get more comfortable before he was hovering over her. His body was flush against hers but he made sure to keep his weight off her.
“I’ll look after you, my love.” The promise was said in a gentle voice, and it caused the rest of her nervousness to fade away.
Slowly, he dipped his head down and his lips began to pay special attention to the crook of her neck, leaving gentle kisses along one side. A sharp inhale had him straightening up. His eyes met hers, only to receive a nod.
“I’m alright.” She whispered as a blush appeared.
“I will not hurt you.” He spoke once he realized that she had been enjoying herself.
Her focus on the soft pressure of his lips against the skin of her neck was broken when an entirely new sensation caught her by surprise. His right hand had begun to slowly trail up the inside of her leg. It traveled up slowly, leaving goosebumps behind as it rested on her hip. Lifting his head once again, his eyes were glued to her. He needed to make sure she was okay with what he was doing. The look of sheer lust in his girlfriend’s eyes was enough to send a blush erupting through his cheeks. He never removed his gaze from her face as his hands met at her underbust.
“May I?” He asks, hoping he didn’t sound as nervous as he felt.
“Please.” She answered, arching her back off of the bed.
He wasn’t sure if it had been the way she sweetly exhaled his name or if the sight of her so eager to be felt by him caused confidence to surge through him, but he was grateful that she trusted him so much. Slowly, his hands made their way up her sides, stopping on either side of her breasts. Very gently, he cupped them at the same time, earning a satisfied hum from her.
“You’re warm.” She spoke, causing a chuckle to leave his mouth.
“That’s one of the reasons you’re with me, innit?” He asked, watching a smile form on her lips.
“One of many.” She answered, closing her eyes as his large, calloused hands began to completely cover her breasts.
It was a nice contrast of rough against smooth. She enjoyed the way his hands held her so perfectly as his lips began kissing down her chest. They moved to kiss her left breast, then her right, and each kiss felt better than the last. He loved the way her back arched into him; it told him that he was doing a good job so far, and he wanted to keep that up. His index and thumb fingers found her nipples, and he gently began rolling them between his fingers at the same time.
“Oh!” She moaned out.
Her hands reached out to grab his arms, but by no means was she trying to get him to stop. Instead, she pulled him closer, and her fingers threaded his hair. She could feel immense heat between her legs, knowing that as much as she wanted to take it slow, she wasn’t going to last much longer. Her eagerness aroused him so much that his erect cock was throbbing in his boxers. Yet, he didn’t want to rush anything, for her sake. The last thing he wanted was to wind up hurting her unintentionally. His lips continued their kisses along her chest, leaving light love bites here and there, before they trailed kisses up to her neck. One of his hands left one of her breasts to gently glide down her stomach and stopped just above the place she needed his touch the most. She moaned into his mouth, hoping to convey her feeling of arousal to him enough for him to be bold enough to touch her.
“Alfie, please.” She whimpered after they pulled away.
“You’re sure?” He hesitantly asked.
“Very sure. I need you.”
“Say less, my darling.” He hummed out.
He never removed his gaze from her face, his eyes boring into hers as his hands continued to move down her body while his mouth kissed every inch of her skin that was available. Finally, his fingers rested at her core, and the heat radiating from it was enough to make him groan in approval. Very slowly, his fingers circled her clit, and the look of pure relief flooded her face just as her head tilted back. Her back arched off of the bed and her hands found his hair to grab hold of.
“Alfie…”
The way she moaned his name had him circling her clit a little faster, wanting to see if the same blissful look would cross her face again. It did, and it made him so happy to see her enjoying his touch. His hands had done unspeakable things during the war, but none of that was important in that moment. Very slowly, he slid his finger inside of her, the accumulation of her arousal having made it an easy entrance. He slowly groaned as he felt her walls take his finger deeper, tightening around it while he gently moved it around inside of her.
“You alright, love?” He asked, earning a moan in response.
“More.” She breathlessly answered.
“You’re sure?” He asked, slowing his movements.
He stood up with his finger still inside of her, but he froze in place when she gave him a look of pure need.
“I want you to make me yours.” She answered with such a seriousness that had his heart fluttering in his chest.
“You're…sure?” He asked again as he hovered over her.
“Yes.” She answered.
His free hand made its way behind her head, lifting it enough so their mouth could meet for a loving kiss. He removed his finger from her aching walls and that hand swiftly slid down his boxers. No longer was there a barrier between them, and while it made her nervous, she found herself excited to finally be one with her boyfriend. He adjusted himself between her legs, gently parting them even more. When she caught a glimpse of his erection, heat flooded her face. It looked much too big to fit inside of her.
“Do you want to stop?” He asked, having seen the way her eyes went a bit wide.
“No.” She quickly answered.
“Make me yours.”
Slowly, he brushed his cock along her soaking wet lips, causing them to slightly part. Then, very gently, he began pushing himself inside of her. Their groans harmonized for a few seconds as he stayed put for a few moments, allowing her to adjust to him. Everything felt so warm and so right when their lips connected once again.
“You feel amazing.” He heavily sighed, the sound sending pleasant shivers up her spine.
Her walls clenched around him each time he moved, the motion carefully done before he drove himself deeper. He held her body close against his, hoping to ease any pain that she felt. They lasted several minutes in that same position before her legs were wrapping around his waist. Their eyes met, and he could tell that she wanted more. Without hesitation, he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her impossibly closer. The speed of his thrusting increased, and it wasn’t long until both of them were moaning messes. She didn’t even have time to process the entirety of what was happening to her before she felt an all too strong sensation flood her body that caused her senses to be at a standstill. He stopped moving, wanting to make sure she was alright as her high ended a moment later. He peppered her face with gentle kisses before his lips were covering hers.
“Freya, I…I’m close.” He warned her when he felt her walls fluttering around him.
She tightly wrapped her arms around his neck, preparing herself for what was to happen. He was about to move away from her to pull out, but she was quick to stop him by his shoulders.
“Fill me.”
A look of shock covered his facial features when he realized she was being serious.
“Please.” She begged, and the whine alone was enough for him to give in.
Hugging her to himself once again, he thrusted into her a few more times before he was groaning into one side of her neck. She softly moaned at feeling his hot cum filling her. He stayed inside of her for another minute before very carefully pulling out. He was quick to lay beside her, wrapping her up in his arms as she curled into his body. He reached for his discarded shirt, draping it over her as they both caught their breath.
“Are you okay?” He asked, being the first to break the comfortable silence that filled his bedroom.
“Yes. Are you?” She softly asked in return.
“Yes.”
“Thank you.”
He looked down at her and gave her a small smile.
“Love, I should be the one thankin’ you for trustin’ me so much.”
She smiled at his words as he kissed her head.
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Epilogue: 5 years Later
“Where are those two rascals off too again?” Freya said to herself looking around from one room to another.
It has been a while since they moved out from Camden Town where Alfie was lucky enough to inherit a house near the beach. Margate was the name and it has been treating them fairly well where there was nothing else but a wonderful view of the sea and most of all quietness. But that wasn’t the only thing that brought the couple closer together.
The sound of a small giggle was heard somewhere beyond the hallways which Freya knew exactly who it belonged to.
“Alright now come out, come out wherever you all are,” called our Freya quietly tiptoeing her way towards where the chuckles were coming from.
After Alfie and Freya got married some 3 years ago they afterwards welcomed their first child. It was such a blessing for the married couple that Alfie thought it was all a dream. Ellie was the baby girl's name, brown eyes like her mothers with a mix of stubbornness just like her father. It was a day to remember when they heard their baby’s first breath. Ever since that day Alfie was determined to be by his wife’s side, not caring if the distillery could continue without him. What mattered to him the most was his wife and daughter helping Freya out whenever she needed some time away from the baby. One late night however when Ellie was crying for hours Alfie took the baby in his arms while rocking against a wooden chair. He started to sing a lullaby to her in his mothers tongue which surprisingly made the little creature feel at ease. He also didn’t notice that her tiny hand was tightly holding onto his right index finger. He then smiled as he placed a gentle kiss against Ellie’s soft hair.
“I love you my little Ellie always and forever.”
Freya continued to quietly make her way to the small giggles that she could still hear. Knowing that she is already near them wanting to scare them in surprise.
“Shhh… be quiet mama is going to hear us,” said little Ellie to someone else.
A couple of months later after the birth of Ellie, Alfie and Freya then welcomed their second child. It was Alfie that encouraged Freya to have another baby which she didn’t hesitate to say no to him. Nehemiah was the boy's name that was given to him. Just like his father he wasn’t afraid of anything, always liking to get into some sort of trouble taking no for an answer but always obeyed his father whenever he would go one step far. But he would also have his moments whenever he felt like he needed to talk with his mother. Trying to also find his calmer side of himself and getting as much advice from his mother.
“Whenever you feel angry or lost, always remember that I am here for you my love. And so is your father but just know that you're never alone my little one.”
“Oh you also be quiet Ellie I’m sure by now mama will hear us,” Nehemiah said playfully, nudging onto his sisters right arm not noticing their mothers presence.
“FOUND YOU BOTH!” Surprised Freya, making the two children scream from fright.
Both children got on their feet quickly running away from their mother which she wasn’t too far behind. She scooped Nehemiah off from the wooden floor yelping and laughing while Freya hugged him tightly around her arms. She then placed a couple of kisses on the little boy's cheeks while feeling Ellie hug her mothers legs.
“Haha mama let Nehemiah go, how did you know we were here?” The little girl questioned, still holding onto her mothers leg.
“You both were giggling and that led me to finding your hiding place. But enough of playing around you two how about we get the table ready for dinner before papa comes home. How does that sound, my darlings?” She said kneeling in front of her two beautiful children while they nodded their head in “yes.”
Some time later it was already dark outside as the cool breeze blew ever so gently while Freya and her two children waited patiently for Alfie’s return in the living room. The crackling sound of the fireplace was heard in the background while Cyril lay down beside Ellie and Nehemiah while the children played with their toys. Freya was sitting on top of one of the couches while looking at the clock, seeing that it had passed the time Alfie should be home by now. Quietly tapping her right foot against the carpet floor the trio then heard the front door open. Indicating that they had finally returned home as Nehemiah and Ellie then ran their way out of the living room to greet their father.
“Papa papa,” said both children in unison as Alfie opened his arms wide out to them while kneeling down.
They all huddled down to the floor making both children giggle at their action.
“How are my two lovely children doin’ eh? I miss you all very, very much,” Alfie said as he gently stood up off the floor while Cyril nuzzled his wet nose against his owner's face.
“I also miss you as well you big mutt.”
“Ummm excuse me where is my welcoming kiss? I hope you don’t forget about me Mr. Solomon’s,” Freya said, placing her hands on top of her hips but gave a cheeky smile.
“Hehe why would I not forget my lovely beautiful wife that always brightens my heart whenever I see her hmm?” He said getting up on his feet while Freya smiled and giggled as they both exchanged a kiss on the lips.
“Ewwww, gross,” said Ellie, making a disgusted face which Freya found funny.
Once the happy family settled down for dinner the night went on perfectly. As everyone feasted, Alfie and Freya held hands together as they memorized their beautiful little family. Not believing that they have come this far not expecting to have children this quickly. Alfie always thought he would only focus on himself growing his empire until his passing. But when he found Freya all those years ago as a child and saw how they both fell in love with each other. Suddenly all those ideas faded away seeing the perfect future already blooming in front of him. As dinner was ending both Ellie and Nehemiah started to grow sleepy while they all sat in the living room together. Alfie took Ellie in his arms gently taking her up stairs to her bedroom. Freya following close behind held Nehemiah in her arms while the child tried his best to stay awake.
“Mama I’m not tired yet really,” protested the little boy but Freya wasn’t having it.
“Now my dear don’t be that way, it is late and you need your rest. And we’re going to the beach and if you don’t get your sleep you’ll be tired the next day. Now be a good boy and rest your eyes now, yes?” She said as she opened the door to the boys room as he placed him down on the soft bed.
“Really mama, do you mean it? Oh I can’t wait to go now alright I’ll head to bed now,” cheerfully says Nehemiah as he gets himself under the bed sheets making Freya chuckle at this.
“Very well my little Nehemiah i will see you in the morning my love. Goodnight my sweet boy,” she said, placing a gentle kiss on top of the boy's head caressing his left cheek in between.
Once Freya quietly closed the door behind her Alfie was already out of Ellie’s room. They both smiled at each other Alfie held out his hand towards his lovely wife. Freya walked up to him placing her hand on top of his making their way towards their bedroom. Once inside Alfie gently shut the door behind him and without losing another moment he embraced Freya around his arms. They both looked deep into their eyes as their foreheads touched against each other.
“How is my lovely Queen Solomon’s feeling hm?” He asked, feeling her arms hugging around his neck while she let out a small giggle.
“Wonderful as always you know I always still question to this day. How did I get very lucky to have you in my life Alfie? Why me and nobody else?” She questioned him wanting to hear those same words over and over again.
“Hehe do you really want me to repeat the same thing over and over again? How many times do I have to tell you my love? Because if I never met you in my life I wouldn’t have known such a wonderful spirit free and goddess like you. And that I am grateful and blessed to say that you're my one and only woman. I wouldn’t want no one else but you my dear,” he said while gently placing Freya down against the bed hovering above her, taking in her thin lips between his.
Embracing each other in their arms they both laid there nakedly while Freya could hear her husband's heartbeat against her right ear. A small smile was spread throughout her face wanting to be like this forever. And all the while without Alfie not knowing Freya is expecting another blessing that was growing inside her womb.
I love you always and forever Alfie Solomons… until the ends of the earth…
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My Lieutenant | Alfie Solomons x gn!reader
anonymous asked: Hi I hope you are well! I just found your blog and I love your Alfie fics! The way you capture his voice is just *chefs kiss*.
Would I be able to request "I begged and I pleaded for you to stay" + "I don't wanna be alone" for him please? And if it's possible could it be with either a ftm reader or a gn!reader?
Thanks and take care. (Also, if it's possible could I use the 🐍 as my anon emoji?)
summary: Alfie's spouse doesn't like Tommy Shelby at all, but thankfully, Alfie knows exactly how to make things a little bit better.
tws: swearing, mentions/threats of violence, mentions of war
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You and Alfie had always been inseparable, from the moment you had met through to the war, you were never far from one another's sides; sent off to the Eastern front, you were constantly beside one another.
It didn't matter if the mortars and shells were falling like hail. It didn't matter if the gunfire was a sickening symphony that made bile creep up your throat and into your mouth.
It didn't matter if the mud was so deep and so thick that it rose to your calves. It didn't matter if you had to sleep standing up. Alfie was always there.
You never had to beg for his attention, you never had to beg and grovel for his loyalty. You never doubted that he would ever be unfaithful, or unfair.
Alfie was a lot of things - short tempered, foul mouthed, threatening when he needed and wanted to be - but unfair and unfaithful he was not.
He did his best to soothe your worry and your reluctance for him to work with Tommy Shelby.
The union busting bastard from Birmingham.
But he knew you could not stomach a man like that. Alfie understood better than anyone why the Peaky Blinders left a terrible taste in your mouth, and why you were less than thrilled to be working anywhere near them.
Family came before business, anyway.
Alfie made it known, no matter how often you snapped or threatened the Peaky Blinders, they could not touch you or else the entire deal was off; if they so much as nicked a hair on your body, Alfie would cut the ties completely and would turn the bridges to charcoal within a split second.
Family came first. Always. You were Alfie's family, as his spouse as well as his closest comrade during the war. No one was more important than you.
It had been raining all day, like it would never end, oscillating between heavy thunderous hammering - like it had been when you were back in the trenches - and a light spit.
It never ended.
The skies were dark and grey, clouds refusing to budge even the slightest even though the sun continuously poked at them to try and nudge them aside.
The dogs were lazing around on their beds, whimpering and running in their sleep; and as you lounged on the sofa with a book, you couldn't help but to yawn softly. A quick look at the clock, wondering why Alfie wasn't home yet.
He said that it would only be quick, but you couldn't help but to think that perhaps it was your fault; you had fought with him earlier, begged and pleaded for him not to go, to have nothing to do with those union busting bastards, the fucking vultures, but he had to.
He didn't say why, only that he had to.
You frowned, shaking your head as you attempted to get back to your book; it was a copy that Alfie had gotten you, All Quiet On the Western Front, and you had to admit - it was harrowing to relive the war. But it somehow felt cathartic to know that even on the other side, the sentiments had been the same.
One of the dogs rolled into his back, his legs sticking up in the air and his head tilted back, his long and sharp teeth exposed; you laughed softly, shaking your head fondly, but you soon fell quiet when the door opened.
"I'm home!"
You grinned at the simple phrase, putting your book aside and perking up a little as you raised your brows; Alfie walked in, holding a brown paper bag that smelled of something that made your stomach rumble and growl quietly.
You licked your lips, a funny feeling that he had somehow guessed that you had been in a sour and downtrodden mood, that he had gone to your favourite Indian restaurant to pick you something up.
Alfie could always get away with things like that, as although the restaurant didn't offer the ability to take food away to most people, they offered it to anyone related to Alfie.
He smiled sadly, lifting the back slightly. "I got you somethin' to say sorry… ain't much, but I asked for your favourite."
"Thank you," you said softly, following him out to the kitchen. "How did it go with the bastards?"
Alfie shrugged as he set the bag down on the counter. "Not fuckin' well, that prick'd want me to organise protection for him. Said he'd… ah, fuck it. Don't worry. It's all a bunch of bollocks that comes from his mouth anyway."
"Tell me," you told him gently. "Please, Alf? I begged and I pleaded for you to stay earlier, I don't wanna beg and plead for you to just speak to me."
Gently, he kissed your temple. His beard tickled your skin so softly, you had to bite back a laugh. "It's alright, it ain't nothin' to worry about… just pricks bein' pricks, innit?"
"Alfie."
"Don't look at me like that," Alfie growled. "Don't fuckin' look at me with they eyes. I ain't havin' it."
"Alfie," you sighed. "C'mon, I married you, I was your closest comrade… you can tell me instead of being a stoic knob about it."
Slowly, he started to smile. "Alright. He said he'd bust up the union your mate's're in if I didn't organise protection… I don't wanna do it, y'know I fuckin' well don't, I'd rather shoot meself in the fuckin' foot! But them lads mean a lot to you, I know that. So I can't say no."
"When does he expect you to go?"
"Tonight," Alfie huffed.
"No," you stated blankly. "I don't wanna be alone tonight, Mister Solomons, you're not going anywhere."
"Oh, yeah?"
"Yeah," you puffed out. "If Tommy Shelby has a problem with that, he can come here and tell me to my fucking face, and if he even tries to fuck with them union boys, I'll have his-"
"Guts for fuckin' garters," Alfie chuckled, shaking his head. "Alright, alright, you made your point Lieutenant, you got me all to yourself."
"At last!" You rejoiced. "Thank you, Captain."
"Oi," he warned. "Don't start that shit, now."
"Didn't you start it?" You pointed out with a teasing smile.
Shaking his head, Alfie sighed as he stole a quick kiss, humming softly under his breath as he closed his eyes. "I'm the boss, ain't I? Or am I not your fuckin' superior officer?"
"War's been over for four years," you mused. "You ain't my superior officer anymore, Alf."
"Under this roof I am," he growled, pressing you against the counter as he smiled. "You're under my fuckin' roof, sunshine, as long as you're Lieutenant, I am your superior officer."
"You're a terrible flirt."
"You married me."
"Fair point," you laughed, putting your hands on his shoulders and giving them a slight squeeze. "I'm sorry, Captain."
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Baby come close
Two mini stories for sunday fantasies | ❗smut |
Alfie Solomons
He watches you. He watches you so intense that it tickles in your nerves, that you can feel it in your bones. It makes you blush, doesn't it? His furious eyes on your face, and although you know you're in trouble now - it fucking makes you hot. It's his eyes, his intense eyes that follow every movement of your body. His sleeves are rolled up, a little detail that makes you dripping wet. You know he knows, and you get all shaky when he comes close to you.
"You've been a very, very bad girl, honey." His gaze gets more intense, his eyes are glowing. "You know what there is for bad behaviour?" His voice is rough, so damn rough, and it vibrates on your skin like burning lust. You breathe out, shaky.
"You'll punish me, don't you?", you whisper, and suddenly his hands are on your ass, grabbing a handful of the round tight flesh, and he hums angry when he gives you a small hit with the flat of his hand. He's hot, you can feel it in your body, and the way he presses his body close to you makes you all dizzy.
"Yeah, I will." More of those movements that hit your ass, and sinful hands and fingers that reach under your skirt, searching for the ohsosweet folds of yours...
Leo Demidov
In and out, in and out, oh so fucking wet.
It's all you feel, the soft and wet sounds of his dick inside you, while your hands claw into the strong joints of his shoulders. His rhythm doesn't stop, and you can't do a thing but moan. It's like a command, and you can feel how Leo intensifies the movement of his hips. He pushes them forward, right into your throbbing middle, deep into your pussy. You long for air, try to hold onto him. But he just goes further, thrusting and fucking you right to the brink of an intense orgasm.
"Leo, I-"
He bites into your lower lip, pulls you close to him, his cock in and out and ohsofuckingdeep. His thrusts don't stop, and his strong broad hands claw into the damp sheets.
"Come, Baby. Come." Magic, his words are always magic, and you try to hold onto something, his shoulders or his back - but you can't, your legs start to shake so hard it almost pushes you over the edge. But still he keeps fucking you, and it's only a few thrusts until you scream, until Leo pushes his hand against the headboard to fuck you right through this orgasm...
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Gripped - An Alfie Solomons/Reader Smut Drabble.
Absolute filth with Alfie? Yep. It’s here!
Words - 555
Warnings - Utter porn throughout. Under 18? This isn’t for you!
“Yeah, like that don’t you, treacle? Like it when I fuck this pretty little cunt hard, eh?” He growls in your ear, his thick fingers plunging in and out of your soaking core, his other hand grasping your neck, holding you firm as you pant, wailing for him. His thick, gold rings pound against your delicate flesh, his teeth nipping at your earlobe, his voice gone to gravel completely. “Fuck, you’re so fuckin’ wet, darlin’. Literally gushing all over my hand, just the way I like ya.”
Pleasure skitters through you wildly as he assails your walls with each dagger of those two relentless digits, the evocator of your ruin, your big, hairy beast of a man making you feel good, like you’re gilding all over, sat on the hallway table. He couldn’t even wait to get you up the stairs, he was craving you so badly. “Look at me, sweetheart, open those pretty eyes. Yeah, that’s it. You’re my good girl, ain’t ya? Always take it so bloody well.”
He hits you deep, thumb moving to your clit and stroking softly, groaning against your neck as he scatters a constellation of kisses there at your throat, your wails making his cock stiffen, your tight little hole widening more as you tingle for him, glossing his hand further. He literally has you open, dripping and ready for him.
“Alfie, please fuck me. I need you so badly,” you pant, your mouth breaking on a cry as he thumbs your bundle more thoroughly.
“You need my cock, eh, darlin’? That what you’re craving, for me to split you in half and fuck your brains out, yeah?”
“Yes!” you gasp, just the thought causing little pricks of pleasure to melt down your spine. He pulls himself from his trousers, tongue gliding your cheek as he removes the fingers within you, urgently plunging in something considerably bigger and thicker, parting your walls perfectly, evoking a carnal whine of desire.
“Yeah, that’s what you wanted, ain’t it, petal? A nice fat, hot cock. Fuck, you’re so tight.” He grunts, hand holding your neck a little tighter, kissing you with feral longing. Pleasure skirrs through you, immediate, biting, overwhelming, his rigidity filling you entirely, your body lifted from the table with every long, greedy thrust. His hips snap against you sharply, his free hand grasping your thigh, nails digging in, rings cold against your hot flesh as he fucks you, so deep, so damned hard.
Your body is at the mercy of his completely, his bulk encompassing you, hand clutching at your throat a little tighter. “My pretty princess, yeah, you take me well, really love it when I give you a damned good seeing to, eh?”
“Ahhh, fuck yes!”
“Mmmm, I love it when you swear for me.”
“What, when I tell you how I love every inch of you and your perfect, big cock? How it feels when you destroy my cunt with it?” His groan is saturated in lust, your dirty talk making him shudder as you share filthy, open-mouthed kisses, tongues battling, breaths ragged, the swell of euphoria upon you both as it blooms, beautiful and brutal, taking you both, lightning striking home.
Sex like that is always too ferocious to last for a long time, but with Alfie, you’re always guaranteed of a good time.
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The Spice of Alfie pt. 5 1/2:
"I've been gone too long pet, I know. I've almost lost your sound, your smell, your taste. Seeing you laying there, yeah, wrapped up in my old coat. Sighing in your sleep. Rippin' me heart apart and lacing it back together at the same time, love. That's it, wake up baby girl, it's time for your big man to suck the life right out of that cunt then fuck right back into you. Mhm, got my smell all over you. Mixed with the sweet scent coming from your pussy. Dreamin' about me, were ya? What'd you miss more, hm? Me or this big cock? Don't matter none, does it? Both'll be pinning you down until the entire room smells like fuck."
"Look at you on your knees before I even walk in the door. Greetin' me like the filthy good girl you are. My pet, yeah, my sweet pet. Stand up. That's it, lemme see how red they are. Hm, barely pink. Back down. I said, back down darlin'. The boys had me listenin' to bullshit all day at work. Fuckin' children, they are, dove. All that tension built up and now my cock's hard as a rock. Look at me. Now here's what's gonna happen, right. You're gonna take that pretty tongue of yers and trace every single vein, ridge, and inch. Then that mouth better drain these balls until I have to fight ya off, yeah? They're as heavy as the day was long. And maybe, just maybe pet, if you're good I'll tongue fuck that tight pussy until they fill up again. This night ain't over til every last drop of me is deep in that sexy ass of yers. Now, undress me."
*more tomorrow*
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Tommy sets up a meeting to discuss a three-way alliance. Alfie is not happy about it, for Reasons.
Total self-indulgent silliness/plot bunny that would not die
#peaky blinders fanfiction#peaky blinders#tommy shelby x alfie solomons#tommy x alfie#sholomons#fluff/humor/companionable snark#mentions of other canon characters#canon? never met 'er#one-shot#i'm sorry and/or you're welcome whichever applies#yiddish SO much yiddish#canon-typical slurs and profanity
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