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wandawiccan60 · 2 years

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Sharing An Umbrella & Pressing Their Foreheads Together- Prompts 25 & 28

***Lit SMUT***

Casual Affections: w/Alfie Solomon’s

Word Count: 1,927

WARNING 18+ ONLY!!!: Themes of Rape, Lit Graphic Blood, and Lit SMUT

A/N: Thank You for everyone who read my latest prompt Drabble I did of Thomas Shelby. I’m really starting to love doing these one-shots/Drabbles so I decided to make another one but this time with the big browsing beer himself Alfie Solomon’s. I hope you all enjoy this new Drabble I made up and again thank you guys for reading. As always please comment, like, and reblog it’ll mean a lot for the channel and I appreciate every single one of you all. You all have a good morning, afternoon, or evening wherever you are in the world. And without further ado Enjoy!!! And always catch you in the next one. See Ya!!!

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The gray clouds overshadowed the loud streets of Camden Town while the sound of Tatiana's clicking heels was heard underneath the gray pavement. Reaching the front doors of the rum distillery Tatiana was greeted by Ollie who gave a small smile at her.

“Good evening miss, sorry for calling you in such an unnoticed circumstance. Bella, unfortunately, decided to quit on the spot thinking that it was too much for her to handle Aflie’s requests. But we appreciate it very much for you to come over,” Ollie said walking beside Tatiana as the two walked to Alfie’s office.

“It's my pleasure so don't worry about it, the more money the better yea?” she said with a smile and wink which Ollie only nodded his head in agreement.

However, what Ollie didn't know is that both Alfie and Tatiana have been having a secret relationship together behind his back as well as the workers inside the distillery. Alfie hired Tatiana almost 6 months ago, looking for someone that could fit his needs and obligations as a tasting associate. And who made sure that the rums tasted right and had the right amount of flavor, which she didn’t mind doing such a hard job. That is when Tatiana saw a flyer that got her attention seeing that the payment and days fairly fitted her schedule. She also knew how to speak three languages including her native tongue from Germany which Alfie never expected to see from a woman like Tatiana. He liked her attitude, her honesty, and her will to go up for a challenge, but what mostly caught Alfie’s attention was the beauty that she was gifted with. Thinking how out of every woman in London Tatiana seemed different and unique which is why Alfie chose her. As time went by Alfie always kept an eye out for her whenever other men tried to get too close or tried touching her in any inappropriate way. Since being the only woman in the distillery there will always be eyes looking her way. Wanted to get a piece of her for fun and fucking than anything else which almost did happen to Tatiana after 4 weeks she got the job.

“If you dare scream out for help, I’m going to bash your head against these barrels you understand?” Said Morris, one of the workers gripping his right hand around her neck.

He rolled her onto her stomach now gripping her from behind her neck. Tatiana only managed to let out small quiet whimpers under her breath expecting the worst yet to come. She then felt Morris roughly pulling down her black panties exposing her buttocks and Morris felt his erection start to grow. She then heard him grunt in annoyance while having trouble unbuckling his belt with his free hand. Tatiana then saw in the corner of her right eye a small pocket knife. Slowly reaching out to it and in a quick flash stabbed Morris in his left eye letting out a painful scream.

“AHHHH, you fucking bitch!” He wailed out releasing her from his grip and she ran her way out of the building while pulling up her panties back.

Tatiana quickly made her chin way towards the exit passing by many rows of barrels daring to not look behind her back. She then saw the front doors of the distillery until she felt hands hoisting her back from freedom.

“NO. Let me go! Help someone please!” She called out while Morris now half of his face all bloodied up hit the side of her hide against one of the closeted barrels making her fall to the floor.

She was semi-unconscious, her vision form blurs in her eyes while hearing a ringing in her ears thinking that this was the end of her. She felt the warm blood streaming down the right side of her face. Slowly trying to crawl away from Morris but then gripped her black raven hair with his right hand. He was tilting her head back as she locked eyes with him.

“You got what you deserved and now if you would shut the hell up. Let me enjoy every inch of you that I have been wanting for so long,” he said slowly lifting her white shirt while her eyes started to doze off between being awake and passing out.

But from behind Morris two strong hands were placed between his shoulders until he was facing into the eyes of his own boss.

“Now that is no way in treatin’ a woman like that eh?” Alfie said as he gave a big sharp stab on the right side of Morris’s head his eyes went wide open as the last he saw was darkness consuming his body.

Morris' lifeless body landed in a loud thud on the floor Alfie made his way toward Tatiana. Who lay on her left side trying to keep herself awake but couldn’t. Without losing any more time Alfie took her to a hospital that was near the distillery. He tried keeping her awake while his driver pressed on the Gad as much as he could.

“Tatiana love, stay with me you're going to be fine love. Just a little further and you’ll get fixed up in no time yea?” Alfie said trying to make small talk to her which she found soothing just by listening to him speak.

After the incident, Tatiana was skeptical to go back to work with Alfie. Thinking at any moment other men like Morris would try to do the same thing to her. But Alfie tried to convince her to come back and reassured her that he would not let anyone lay a single hand again. She didn't believe him one bit that it made her leave the job for a good month or so. Tatiana decided to move back to her hometown thinking of starting a new life again than staying in London. She felt that it was the right thing to do at that time. Alfie begged her to stay when he came to visit her one night in the apartment where she lived.

“I promise to keep you safe if any of those fuckers ever think of being near you or lay a single finger on you. I swear upon my word, I’ll fuckin’ kill them without feeling no remorse. Please, Tatiana, stay with me, I beg of you darlin’. I… I love you.”

And with those three simple words, Tatiana has stayed with Alfie ever since until now. As they reached Alfie’s office’s front door, Ollie then softly knocked a few times hearing his boss call out for them to come in. Making their way inside Alfie was busy reading some work paper until he looked up to see Titiana removing his spectacles from his eyes.

“Ollie do me a favor and organize these papers for me yea? I would like to speak with Titiana privately. Your dismissed,” Alfie said as he handed over the pile of papers to his young secretary.

Once they heard the door close Alfie walked his way over to Titiana grabbing both of her small hands. She let out a small smile as both lovers were pressing their foreheads together.

“You don't know how long I have been wanting to see you all day my love. Now that you are here, I’m happier to finally feel and touch you,” he said wrapping his arms around her small waist until his lips clashed against Titiana’s thinly smooth lips.

The kiss became ever so tender and sweet, as it was more than just a simple innocent peck on the lips. Both Alfie’s and Titiana’s breathing became louder as he thrust ever so hotly inside her wet walls. The desk underneath them started to make creaking sounds as she kissed the side of his neck. Consuming his great hard manhood as he continued to go in and out of her ever so deliciously. Once they felt both of them coming to the fullest, Alfie gently bit down on her right shoulder. As his warm white semen filled the inside of her wet core, feeling her warm breath next to his left ear. They both regained their breathes as Alfie planted another sweet kiss on her lips

“I will never get tired of this with you my lovely pet, you are all mine to possess and to give my love to,” he said nuzzling his nose against Titiana’s while she caressed the back of his head knowing that he is also hers and nobody else's.

Some hours later, nighttime concealed throughout the dimly lit streets along with some gentle raindrops pouring from the heavens. Alfie and Tatiana were the last ones to close up the distillery, Ollie bid them a farewell goodnight to the two secret lovers. Once the doors were tightly locked in, Tatiana extended her right hand out feeling the small cold drops of rain upon her palm. She let out a small chuckle letting her other hand out in front of her both hands held out. Tatiana, without noticing her movements, felt her entire body be one under the rain. She happily twirled in a circle enjoying the soft cold rain covering all over her face and body. Enjoying her little dance in the rain, Alfie found this sweet moment heartwarming thinking of how wonderful she can be in many different ways. Feeling her surroundings going in slow motion, Tatiana came to a full stop as she looked back at Alfie. Seeing himself now under an umbrella that was keeping him from getting wet from the rain. She smiled in his direction seeing him walking forward toward her as the shade of the silky material covered both her and Alfie.

“Why are you my beautiful treacle?” he said as they were both now sharing an umbrella together only for her to giggle at his admiration.

“I could ask you the same thing Alfie, why did you have to choose me over any other woman in this immense town?” she questioned him back placing her hand over his muscular hand that he was holding onto the handle of the brolly.

“I guess you could say it was fate that made us be together but what matters the most to me. That I love you so much, and my heart will beat for only you whenever you are present in front of my eyes,” said Alfie, placing his free hand against her left wet cheek and feeling her face flush red.

“I also think fate brought us here knowing how much of a loving, protective, and kind man you are to me. And I also love you more my Alfie Solomon’s like you don’t imagine,” she said, placing her left hand on top of his as they gaze into their eyes more deeply embracing the moment together.

“Oh, my treacle, how did I get this lucky with you eh? And what say you and I take a long hot bath when we get home now yea? What do you think about that love? Will you join me, my dove?” he said with a cheeky smile on his face that Tatiana knew the answer to his request.

“Then what are we waiting for my love, let’s go take that warm bath before it gets more late. After you my big lovely king,” she said as both lovers walked their way towards her apartment, tempted to already wanting to share that hot bath they both knew how it would turn out to be the rest of the cold rainy night.

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ninja-potato-shelby-solomons · 1 year

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#tom hardy #alfie solomons #tommy shelby #cillian murphy #peaky blinders #peaky blinders fanfiction #tommy x alfie #tofie #sholomons #tommy/alfie #tommyalfie #tommy shelby x alfie solomons #alfie solomons x tommy shelby #venom x eddie #veddie #symbrock fanfiction #symbrock #eddie x venom

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daemonsdarksister · 9 months

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NO FOOOKING FIGHTING

Tommy Shelby - Peaky Blinders

#peaky blinders #thomas shelby #tommy shelby #cillian murphy #peakyedit #cmurphyedit #love #tommy x may #otp #may carleton #charlotte riley #tom hardy #alfie solomons #arthur shelby #helen mccrory #thomasshelbyedit #tommy x grace #annabelle wallis

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sivyera · 7 months

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DATING MALE CELEBRITIES WOULD INCLUDE...

ft. tyler hoechlin, jacob elordi, tom cruise, jeremy sumpter, robert pattinson, cillian murphy, henry cavill, tom hardy, sam worthington, tom felton, rupert grint

a/n: i was focused on actors that doesn't get much attention but if you have any other celebrity in mind, please let me know in the comments! also i don't know if this is good because i included their favourite things, hobbies etc (with you ofc) just to make it more detailed and not boring... so i hope you guys like it:) if you want more detailed fic or just about one celebrity, let me know!

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⤷ Tyler Hoechlin

-Tyler writes you love letters. Pretty often. When he cannot be with you or is busy with his job, he'll sit down at night when he's alone and write you a letter about how much he misses you, how he's doing and about his job.

-Tyler loves sports, mostly baseball. So he'll take you with him to play baseball; he doesn't care if you don't know how, he will be happy when you just throw a ball to him. He'll take you to hockey matching or ice skating, if you don't know how to ice skate, don't worry he'll gladly teach you.

-He can talk a bit Spanish so he'll sometimes call you by Spanish pet names like cariño, mi amor or querida. And he'll be all cheesy about it which makes you laugh but it's also really sweet when he does that.

-Tyler loves his family so he was a bit nervous when he first introduced you to them, because their opinion mattered to him but he also loved you. But his nervousness disappear right after you and his family clicked. His family loves you which makes Tyler so happy.

-He plays guitar so he often plays to you. He loves how your eyes light up when he plays, he just loves making you happy and if he's making you happy by playing on his guitar, he'll gladly play all day.

-Tyler also loves traveling so when he has a week off, he takes you somewhere to the forest camping or to the ocean to relax, depends where you wanna go.

⤷ Jacob Elordi

-Jacob would post you on his instagram like ALL THE TIME. On his stories or just regular post because he loves to show you of. He will also post the most random photos of you that you didn't even know he took. But he loves every single one of them.

-Because of his role on 'the kissing booth' he learned how to drive a motorcycle so sometimes he takes you for a ride, it makes the both of you feel so free and you are with each other.

-No surprise that Jacob loves sports. His most favourite are basketball and surfing. Which means he takes you to play basketball with him or watch him how he plays with his friends, cheering for him ofc. When it comes to surfing he'll gladly teach you but again he prefers when you cheer for him or just watch him after that you two will have a playful fight in water.

-Jacob is a huge cuddle bug and he just loves when you lay on his chest so he can wrap his big arms around your tiny figure. When he cannot cuddle with you he will have one of his arms on your shoulder or around your waist.

-Jacob is actually a fan of poetry so you often find him reading it, but he will be over the moon if you read him his favourite poetries. You two will also have deep conversations about the true meanings of the poetries.

-He's a huge dog lover so it will be no surprise of you two get a dog, maybe two.

-He will get your name tattooed on his chest close to his heart. And you two will get matching tattooes.

⤷ Tom Cruise

-Tom loves skydiving which makes you a bit worried all the time since it's a extreme sport but if you are also a fan of extreme sports than he'll take you with him.

-Tom likes junk food like chips, fries, coca-cola etc. so you two have almost everything that comes to your mind at home. When you two watch a movie and cuddle on the sofa, he always has some chips or popcorn.

-He loves when you read to him and he really appreciate it because he loves hearing your voice and he has dyslexia which makes it hard for him to read. He usually lays on your chest while you read to him and play with his hair.

-He's a pilot and he own several aircraft so when you need to relax and he needs to take a break from his job, you just get into one of them and fly wherever you two wants.

-Tom loves under water scenes, which makes him love water. Like I said when you two needs to take a break from work and the fame, you fly in is aircraft somewhere and the 'somewhere' it's mostly somewhere where is hot weather or beach or ocean/sea.

-Tom is famous for doing all of his stunts because he's a adrenaline junky but it makes you sometimes worried because it can be dangerous. He always make sure that after a stunt he goes to you, tells you he's okay and kiss you.

⤷ Jeremy Sumpter

-Jeremy loves traveling and his favourite color is green, which leads you two take a trip to the forest, pretty often. Just walking around, listening to the singing birds, holding each others hands and having silly or deep conversation, depends on the day and mood.

-Jeremy is a dog lover. He has a dog named Bear and he takes him on the trips to the forest you two go. Bear absolutely loves you which makes Jeremy happy.

-He loves your cooking but he himself is a bad cook so he either helps you, but you have to give him detailed informations or he just hugs you from behind and watch you cook. If you make his favourite food he will be the happiest man alive, his favourite food are spaghetti.

-Jeremy also loves sport and to his favourite ones belongs baseball and soccer. He used to play them when he was a kid so his mom shows you some of his photos where he is in a dress or something. He also takes you on matches and explains you all the rules.

-He also loves water and swimming, so when you two goes on some vacation is usually somewhere to the ocean.

-Jeremy loves the movie called 'The Deer Hunter' so you two watch it like all the time while cuddling on the sofa or bed. His face in your neck, his arms around your waist and your hand playing with his blond curls.

⤷ Robert Pattinson

-Robert is a music lover, he wrote few songs and he can also sing pretty well so it was no surprise when he wrote a song about you, then sing it to you while playing on the piano.

-He's fluent in French so when he's feeling extra romantic or just in a playful mood, he will talk to you in French or call you by some French pet names like Mon amour or Mon chéri, otherwise he calls you darling, my love or baby.

-Robert loves cooking and when is it with you, he's even more happy to do it. Sometimes when you are exhausted from job, he'll prepare you a nice dinner and visa verse.

-You two watch war, drama or horror movies together. For example 'The Exorcist' or 'Come and See' are the type of movies you two watch together, because he's a fan of paranormal same as you, which leads to deep conversations. Rob is hugging you from behind while still laying down on your shared bed. Him kissing the back of your head once in a while.

-Robert is a dog lover, he always helps the homeless dogs but he can never keep them. You two will soon get a dog and it will be one of the best decisions Rob could ever make (the first, best one was to start dating you).

-Rob is literature fan which means picnic dates. You two somewhere private, laying on a picnic blanket with some homemade food, reading books and then having deep conversations about them.

⤷ Cillian Murphy

-Cillian also loves music so it will be no surprise if he will made a song about you and he'll gladly sing it to you. He didn't write you just a one song, you have a full album of his songs that he gave you.

-At nights were you have a trouble to fall asleep, he will read to you. He will read you another chapter of your favourite book or poems he wrote (they are often about you). After he's done reading, he'll hug you tight with your head placed on his chest, rubbing small circles on your back with kiss on your forehead.

-Cillian is also a big fan of literature and he loves when you give him recommendations. He doesn't care what genre the book is (detective, romance, horror,...) if you recommended it to him, he will read it.

-You two end up getting a dog or a cat, maybe both. Because Cillian is an animal lover, you will do most of the job around the dog/cat because Cillian is often really busy but he'll always make a time for you.. and the dog/cat.

-He's big fan of a Liverpool football club so you two will often be seen on their games with matching t-shirts and caps.

-His favourite part of the day will be night (or every day time he can spend with you) because he can read to you, have you in his arms, cuddled up to his chest while placing soft kisses on your forehead, cheek, lips, neck (any part he can reach)

⤷ Henry Cavill

-Henry, to your surprise, loves playing games on his PC. When he plays he'll have you sat on his lap with his arms idly wrapped around you while still having his hands on the controller/mouse. From time to time he'll kiss any part of your skin he can reach (cheek, neck,..).

-He rides a motorcycle and he loves when you wanna ride with him. Your arms wrapped around his waist while just riding around with no care in the world.

-Henry can speak a bit of Italian, French and Spanish and if you will help him to get better in those languages, he'll be so grateful. But this 'learning dates' you two have never goes as you planned, because he is always distracted by your beauty.

-He also loves cooking so if you had a bad day, Henry is already waiting at your house with dinner and fresh flowers.And for dessert, a warm bath with soft kisses all over your face.

-Henry can ride a horse so one of his ideas for date is a picnic at beautiful meadow but getting there on horses. If you can't ride a horse that's fine, you will sat behind him, if you can ride a horse maybe you two will even race who's gonna be there first.

-He loves cuddling you, because you feel so small in his big arms. He loves having his arms wrapped around you because it makes him feel like he's protecting you but when you stroke his hair he absolutely melts into you.

⤷ Tom Hardy

-Tom LOVES motorcycles. And he LOVES you, which means that you and him are often seen by paparazzi on his motorcycle either just for a simple ride or with packed things ready to sleep somewhere in the woods in tent or something similar.

-Tom loves challenges, so on these trips on his motorcycle, he makes sure there are some adrenaline, challenging stuff like jumping off of a cliff to clear cold water.

-Going into the gym together, watching him workout OR workout with him, but if you do work out with him he'll make sure to have easier workout with you because he's much stronger than you and he doesn't want you to hurt yourself.

-Tom loves reading comic books and he has one special comic book with Venom placed in the living room.

-He has a dog named Woody and when he's busy with acting, you will watch after him. Taking him out for walks, cuddling with him, playing with him and when he comes back and makes time for you and Woody, he'll make it up to the both of you.

-Tom has many tattoos all over his body so it's no surprise when one night when you two were making out you find out that he had you name tattooed on his lower belly near to his dick.

⤷ Sam Worthington

-Sam loves rock climbing for two main reasons, it's a excellent way how to relieve stress (besides spending time with you) and he can show off his back muscles, because he knows you love it.

-He's a lover of extreme sports so you can often be a bit worried that something can happen to him, but he always calms you down a bit with a kiss on your forehead. If you wanna try some of extreme sports with him, he'll be so happy.

-He's also a nature lover so trips are usually somewhere quiet and in nature, forest, meadow,... he loves going on trips with you because you two can be alone in peace and he can have you all to himself.

-He's an australian so it's no surprise he loves surfing. If you never tried it he will teach you but he won't be much focused on teaching, he's focused more on you and your beauty.

-Sam loves music AND he can play on the guitar and drums. He will take the guitar on the trips you two have, playing some songs you love on the guitar to you at the campfire.

-He also draws a lot. Many of his drawings are you or for you or of your favourite things. Please don't mind him, he just loves everything about you.

⤷ Tom Felton

-Everyone knows that Tom never left the Harry Potter fandom and you love Harry Potter as well, so it wasn't surprise when Tom posted you and him in a Harry Potter merch (him in Slytherin colors and you in your own house colors) on his instagram.

-He has a dog named Willow so his wallpaper is you holding Willow in your arms with Harry Potter merch on you (Willow has his Slytherin scarf and you have his Slytherin sweatsthirt)

-Again Tom as many other actors, loves music. He writes songs, sings, plays on a guitar. Many of his songs includes you and Willow, your relationship or his emotions.

-He will have your name tattooed near to his collarbone with a little heart next to it.

-Tom will show off his skills on his skateboard. He can skate pretty well and he's always so smiley and happy when you compliment him. If you ask, he'll also teach you few basic tricks but prepare for some bruises from all the falls, he'll kiss you as many times as much bruises you will have.

-Tom loves when you give him back massages, doesn't matter if you massage him with some fancy oils and with you palms stroking up and down on his back with some gentle rubbs or he can lay on your chest and you can scratch his back with you nails.

⤷ Rupert Grint

-Rupert loves ice cream and at one time he bought a ice cream van and gave ice cream to all the actors from Harry Potter with you helping him. He'll often take you on a ice cream date or will cuddle you while watching movies and eating ice cream.

-One of his favourite actors is Jim Carrey, which means you two often watch movies where he played and you somehow managed to get him a autograph form Jim, which made him incredibly happy you can't even imagine.

-If you two are not watching movies with Jim Carrey then definitely MCU movies, because he's a fan of marvel.

-Rupert love Artic Monkeys so when you two bake together there is always one of their songs playing softly in the background. He will often mumble the lyrics without realizing and if you point it out, he'll blush.

-Rupert is a dog lover so you two often visit nearest shelters and play with the dogs there. Rupert and you fell in love with one of the dogs, dalmatian named Teddy, so you adopted him. After a year you bought another dog but this time not from a shelter but from a verified seller.

-He loves photographing and his favourite things to photograph is you and your dogs, no wonder that there are so many pictures of you two or the dogs around the house, but he keeps his favourite besides him on his night table.

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oscarwildebutwilder · 3 months

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#besties #it's a comedy actually #tommy shelby #thomas shelby #alfie solomons #tom hardy #peaky blinders #pbedit #peakyedit #cmurphyedit #tvgifs #tvedit #tvandfilm #cinematv #barbieaemondgifs

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darklydeliciousdesires · 3 months

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Say it Dirty - An Alfie Solomons/Reader One Shot Story.

For my babes @cillmequick and @zablife. Enjoy!

Words - 1,467

Warnings - Smut below the cut, minors DNI!

Alfie. One could never use the word tall to describe the gangster rum distiller of Camden town, but suffice to say, he is big. He takes up space. He has presence. Alfie is so wide in both physical width and the enormity of his personality, he fills whatever room he happens to be within.

Everything about Alfie is imposing. That is why you fell for him in the first place. What gets your blood tingling with desire the most, though...

“Next lad!”

Oh, that enormous voice. He doesn’t shout often, but when he does, it sends your knees to jelly.

“Next lad!”

He’s handing out the weekly wages, the precise count out of pounds, shillings and pence into a small paper envelope, handing them to each of his employees for their, ahem, “baking” endeavours. The smell of the rum within the large casks fills your nose as you walk past them down in the dingy distillery, moving past the line and entering Alfie’s office.

“Bear with me, sweetheart.” He doesn’t even need to look up from his desk to know you’ve arrived. He can smell the sweet notes of your perfume in a sea of rum and sweaty men a mile off. “Just gotta get these fellas paid, innit.”

You perch on the edge of his desk, his hand moving to stroke your thigh fleetingly. “Next lad!” God, you’ll melt off the edge of the desk if you’re not careful. “Is there a fuckin’ reason you’re gorping, boy?”

“Um, n-no, Mr. Solomons.”

Alfie lowers his spectacles, raising his eyebrows. “You seriously comin’ in here for your pay, and giving me missus the once over with your beady little eyes while you’re here, eh? Nah, son. Off you fuck, while you still have them legs to carry ya. Just know, though. If I ever see you lookin’ at her like that again, yeah, it’ll be the last fuckin’ time you have eyes, mate.”

The young man takes his wages with a stiff gulp. “S-s-sorry, Mr. Solomons.”

“Ain’t me you was lookin’ at like a slab of meat.” He folds his arms, jerking his head in your direction, a smile spreading beneath his beard. “Apology should be directed at me wife, really.”

“I apologise, Mrs. Solomons.” He’s steadier when talking to you, wringing his cap between his hands nervously all the same.

Alfie studies you, watching you nod. “Alright, fuck off outta here. Next lad!” He scurries from the office, your husband continuing to hand out each wage envelope and mark it off with a pencil strike in the ledger. With the last lad paid, he stands, moving before you.

“Now, how about I take my little turtle dove out for a bit of nosh, yeah?” Well, that’s the sole reason you came to meet him from work, after all. He goes for a quick wash and to change his shirt before you leave, yet when he returns, he finds you not quite as ready to leave as he is.

The double take at seeing you sitting atop his desk naked is priceless, eyes touring your bare curves with much interest. “My darlin’, I dunno what kind of fuckin’ restaurant you think we’re going to, right, but it ain’t the kind where the customers sit about naked.”

“Can’t help it,” you purr, pulling him close, hands smoothing over his fresh shirt. “See it’s when you raise your voice, Alfie, when you get defensive of me, too. It does things to me, that voice of yours.”

He looks quietly thrilled at that. You don’t quite know how one can raise an eyebrow with cocky intent, but Alfie nails it every time. “Yeah, that right, love? You like the sound of my voice? Why don’t you sit on my cock while I talk to you, then?”

Grasping his shirt, you pull him close. “That’s exactly what I had in mind, Alf.”

Your lips meet in a slow tempest, all heat and honey, his hands beginning to glide where his eyes have already roamed, touring your bare flesh keenly. When his mouth follows, you whimper, each kiss sinking into your skin, the soft of his beard coaxing tickles over your flesh. Hot hands adorned in cool gold knead at your thighs, fingers slipping between.

The sweet sting of him toying with your clit radiates, little pricks of pleasure trickling down your spine, puddling at those clever fingers, his teeth sharp at your neck. “Always did love my hands, didn’t ya, dove?”

You hum in appreciative response against his tongue, mouths locked, those fingers you do indeed love so much thrusting within. He opens you, pushing greedily, his raspy chuckle low and self-satisfied at each little mewl that pours from your mouth like wine, your cunt clenching around each rotation as he roots those thick digits, so inordinately deep.

“Fuck, get in the chair,” you pant, hands moving to slide his braces down, undoing his trousers. “I need to ride you. Now.”

He chuckles, his thumb rolling over your clit sending sparks to skitter wildly. “Ain’t half a demanding little mare tonight, aint’cha?”

“Yeah,” you breathe, Alfie letting his trousers and undergarments fall to pool at his ankles, sitting down in the chair and guiding you astride him. “But then I always did know what’s good for me.” Taking him, you squeeze the thick of his rigidity, pushing him to your glistening opening and dropping down until you’re full.

You can feel every inch of him pressing your soft walls, thick and heavy, his hand weaving into your hair and pulling until you arch for him, bending like a crescent moon. “Fuckin’ ‘ell, look at that body bow for me. Can’t wait to watch these pretty little tits bounce while you ride me, darlin’.”

His mouth devours you, nipples sucked and bitten, his free hand grasping your hip as you begin to roll against him, his girth sending sensations to flutter up your spine, fizzing like champagne bubbles, the hint of teeth upon the peak of your nipple sending glimmers to join them. “Ain’t even half started properly yet, and this sweet little cunt is like a fuckin’ lake. Yeah, look at you. So fucking pretty for me, ain’t ya? So pretty and sweet, split open on me.”

His words mist hot beneath your skin, rising like steam, the torrent of seductive filth unabating. “Think I could have you like this on me for hours, and I wouldn’t get tired of watching you gripping tight on my cock. And you would, wouldn’t ya? Yeah, you’d keep giving, my beautiful, cock hungry little doe.”

His thumb stretches, and it sends a rain of pleasure pelting through you when he brings it to your clit, circling, your bundle twitching against the stroke, your toes gripping on the floorboards beneath as you begin to ride him with more determination. “That’s it, sweet. Show me how much you love this cock.”

The moan seeps from your lips, sweet and slow, like thick syrup, the clasp of your cunt tight upon him, the sound of him punching into the very wet of you lewd, mixing with the slap of your arse smacking hard against his solid thighs. It’s a symphony of utter sin, his groans adding delicious baritone, your tits bouncing, his hands moving to clutch them as his tongue swipes your cleavage.

His touch has lightning forking from nerve to nerve, your ministrations greedy in desperate need to come around him, wet his cock further with the dew of your orgasm, your hands fisting tight in his hair, a shift of his hips sending him deeper into the flutter of your cunt.

You sob his name, and he pushes even deeper, so heavy and overwhelming within you. “Come on, my beautiful little darlin’. Come pretty for me on this cock.”

Oh, how you do, the pleasure burning neon through your nerves, a sky of colours painted over you as it topples you completely. The scream it pulls from you has him twitching, and he becomes caught in the tide of it, cock pressed filthily deep into the rhythmic clasping of you, spilling hard, everything tense undoing and softening to fluid bliss. You both swim in it, adrift on the endless ocean, panting against one another.

“Fuck, that worked up a right appetite,” he finally breaths, kissing your neck as you roll your eyes.

“Do you ever cease thinking about your stomach?”

He chuckles, low and dirty. “Yeah. I often think about how good me wifey feels when she fucks me like she just did. And you can count on it, treacle, that I’ll be thinkin’ about it for the rest of the night an’ all.”

The way he keeps stealing heated glances at you all the way through dinner, you’re left in little doubt of that, too.

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angelofthenight · 4 months

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

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imaginesmai · 11 months

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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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charliehoennam · 2 months

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A/N: fulfilling @j23r23's request made here. Happy reminder that requests are open!!

Summary: Alfie comes homes late at night and finds his pregnant wife sleeping on the couch and confesses his fear to his unborn child

Pairing: Alfie Solomons x F!reader

Warning: sexual connotations towards the end, language, pregnancy themes

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Alfie was never one to be easily scared. He had a tough upbringing and, being the man of the house to his two older sisters, Rebecca and Debora, and their divorced mother, he had to grow up fast.

His father had left before Alfie was even born, leaving his son to become the only man of the house.

Sure, his mother was quite the mama bear herself. But there had always been resentment from Alfie towards his unacquainted father for leaving his mother to fend for her children on her own.

Alfie vowed that, if he ever became a father, he would support and help the mother of his child however he could, no matter how unconventional.

You felt like the luckiest woman in the world to be married to him. Alfie was nothing like most men. Most men would participate very little in these affairs, believing them to be limited only to women, but not Alfie. And if anyone dissed him for it, he'll tell those cowards to fuck right off because he wouldn't leave you alone in one of the most painful moments of your life.

It wasn't very common for you either. Part of you was so worried about just having him present for the birth. You worried he wouldn't want to go anywhere near you after it - obviously after you've healed - or have another child.

"Love, after the war I've seen, there is no amount of blood that can scare me away. Now, I won't pry if you don't want me to, of course. I'll respect whatever boundaries you have. But I would like to be there to hold your hand at the very least," he'd say.

He was hellbent on getting you all the best doctors and only the most experienced midwives to assist with pregnancy and the labor.

He didn't avoid making love to you because you were pregnant. It surprisingly turned him him on, made him certain about getting a baby back into you as soon as he could.

Every night, he came home to you with your favorite sweet and treated you to a warm bath together entitled to a foot rub and back rub just before bed.

Every afternoon, he'd meet you exactly at 3 when the weather wasn't too sunny or cold for a walk around the square or the block.

Every morning, once it became harder for you to bend over, he'd kneel down every time to get your heels on for you and compliment how beautiful you looked.

Regardless of the arguments you'd have, he was always consistent with his help. It didn't matter how he felt, he put his feelings aside as he reminded himself that they were nothing compared to the human growing in your body.

Your unborn child had reminded him of his sisters struggles during their terms. Crying over their husbands' affairs, neglected and alone, desperately wondering how they would raise the child. He was only a boy at the time, but he made sure to remember their names.

Once older and stronger, he tracked down all the men responsible for breaking his sisters' hearts and punished them with a beat-down they'd never forget. He considered offing them, but he figured the very least they could do is provide financial support. So, before they could even speak right or breathe through a healed nose, he put them into jobs his contacts proposed especially to him in order to keep a close on them.

That was simply Alfie's nature. Protective and vengeful.

Despite barely having to lift a finger for anything ever since Alfie hired an entire team to assist you, your body still felt exhausted and heavy from the weight of the growing baby in your belly.

You found yourself sat on the couch with Cyril snoring peacefully at your feet, warmed by the crackling fireplace before you.

You wanted to lie in your bed and rest your swollen feet in the comfortable warmth of your cotton linens, but Alfie still wasn't home. You worried when he got home late.

It took one look at the winding wooden stairs to convince you to swing your legs up on the couch, stretching them over the plush cushions.

Closing the heavy book in your hand, you tucked it snug between your side and the back of the couch for a quick shut-eye.

When Alfie arrived home, he tried to be as quiet as possible. He wasn't sure if you'd gone to bed, but he did know you had trouble sleeping without him. Your limited sleep positions were nothing as comfortable as snuggling up to his side.

Locking the door, he hung up his coat and hat. Just before he could make it to the first step of the stairs, he heard Cyril's snoring coming from the living room. That's when he noticed the light radiating from the fireplace, dancing against your skin as you slept soundly.

He stood in the door watching you for a moment, basking in the image of your sleeping frame. The warmth of the fireplace could not compete with of that which spread through his chest.

Alfie smiled to himself as he gazed upon you, his eyes admiring every crevice and hair on your face. The line of your nose, the eyelashes you'd bat at him, the shape of your lips and the faint curve of your smile lines. He loved knowing he'd been the main cause of those particularly.

But, as his gaze moved down to your protruding belly, he was reminded how close the day was. He wondered how the months flew by so fast.

He felt like he had so much time to prepare for fatherhood, but he felt just as hopeless as when you first told him about the baby.

Stepping into the living room, he walked over quietly to join Cyril on the floor in front of the couch.

He stared into the fireplace as cyril shifted to rest his head on Alfie's lap - his laziest greeting yet.

Alfie sat on one side, leaving his opposite leg bent to rest his arm over his knee. Your belly was just inches away.

Moving his gaze back your clothed bump, he sighed heavily.

"You know, I never met my father, right," he whispered to the unborn child. "I think it's wise you know that now, 'fore you come out. Didn't have one growing up, see? So I 'avent got the slightest idea of how to be one."

Lured from your nap by Alfie's voice, you slowly blinked your eyes open. Although Alfie's head of hair was all you saw, you realized he wasn't talking to you and he couldn't see you were awake.

Eavesdropping wasn't very polite, but you couldn't help yourself. You didn't want to stop him, but hearing him to the baby in you was quite heartwarming so you decided to let Alfie have a bonding moment of his own.

"Truth is you got me downright scared," he continued. "Even after months, I still am downright terrified and you ain't even 'ere yet... I know it's a lot to ask, yeah, especially since you're still in there, blissfully unaware of the horrors of the world. But I give you my word I'll try my best to be the best for you and your mum. I hope you can understand that even when you decide to hate me whenever I give you an earful. Though I doubt I can do it. Think your mum will have to sort you out," he mumbled with a playful smirk. "I'll try my best for you, yeah? I just hope it's enough."

Alife's smirk faded as she gazed at your belly. He felt pathetic, venting to an unborn child as if that would solve all his problems. Alfie hated admitted, and he would never admit it to anyone but you, but he was terrified of becoming a father.

You didn't blame him; you had your own fears as well, so you could understand why this precious and fragile life had him so frightened.

He still hadn't noticed you were awake or that you had heard his confession. Until you lifted a hand to stroke the hair on the back of his head.

" 'eard all that, did ya?"

He didn't exactly blush, but he did feel warmth racing around his face with embarrassment.

"You're going to be a great father, Alfie" you answered. "I know you're scared. I'm scared too. But as long as we're together and we have each other, we can get through anything."

"Yeah, I know, love," Alfie nodded and sighed. He hated talking about his emotions, even if it was to the only person he could trust blindly. "I just don't want to be a disappointment like my father, if you could even call 'im that much."

"You won't be, and I'll tell you why. You're nothing like him," you smiled, carding your fingers through his brown locks. "You're a good man, Alf. I know you do what you have to do out there, but what matters to me is the man you are in here. And in here, you're a good man. And I wouldn't want to be carrying anyone's child. I'm honored to be the mother of our babe."

"You really mean that?" he smiled trying to look over his shoulder at you, as far as his neck - and age - allowed.

"Every word. You're worried enough to ask your sisters and the midwives for help, Alf. Not many men care to even worry about that sorta thing."

"I'm not like most men," he smirked feeling a sense of pride. "How'd you know about that though?"

"Becca told me you been meeting her for tea every week for advice."

"I fucking knew it. I knew she'd blabber off to you," he chuckled shyly.

"It's nothing to ashamed of, love. I actually find your level of concern and willingness to help in whichever way extremely attractive," you smirked stroking the sensitive skin on his neck with your finger.

"Do you now?" He grinned mischievously knowing exactly where this was headed. One of the perks that came with your pregnancy, in the later stages of it, was the sharp peak of sexual desires.

There were no more worries about you getting pregnant - too late for that now - and seeing your belly swollen, with his child that he put inside you, only made him wish he could put more and more.

"I think I like where this is headed."

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wandawiccan60 · 1 year

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The Witch of Camden Town: Part 16

***Lit SMUT***

Alfie Solomon's X Jovonka(FemOC)

A/N: HEYYYY how's it going everyone I am back with another chapter to my Alfie story. And I want to thank you all again for following my story and reblogging and liking it. I also want to point out that for any of my future projects I've decided to make a tag list every time I post a new short drabble, One-Shot, or any story that I'll be writing. So if you guys are interested in being in my tag leave a comment. But without further ado here is Part 16 and as always please like, reblog, and I appreciate every single one of you for reading my story that I am so happy to share it with you all. But again you guys rock and asl always good morning, afternoon, or evening wherever you all are, and take care. Enjoy!!! and catch you later. See Ya!!!!

Word Count: 4,073

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WARNING 18+ ONLY!!!: Some Graphic Blood, Some Cussing, Some Themes of Torture, Mentions of Puke, & Lit SMUT

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The Next Morning

A silent ocean breeze blew across another morning day in Margate. Jovonka and Alfie slept ever so between their naked bodies. Jovonka mumbled silently in her sleep while hearing the steady heartbeats of Alfie’s heart against her right ear. She tightened her eyes together; her left hand turned into a fist, and her breathing began increasing, frowning her eyebrows together. The thumping turned muffled in her ear and she suddenly saw in her eyes a darkly lit room that only contained a dirty-looking bed. The smell of rotten sewage around her, an empty fireplace, and behind her a raspy voice was heard. A small groan then came out of whoever or whatever was breathing in such an uncomfortable way.

Jovonka… you… you must get out… of this place…

She anxiously turned her head around to the voice that knew her name. Once she faced the grating voice, her eyes grew in horror at who the person was showing before her.

“Oh my gods,” Jovonka said, feeling a breath stuck against her throat seeing a bloody disarray Novel tied up in a wooden chair with his hands wrapped on each side of the chair.

One eye was swollen shut while the other had a purple bruise. His mouth was dripping watery blood, trying to balance his head up. He looked towards Jovonka with his good eye as the groaning breaths continued to be heard.

He… he is coming… for you… and he will not stop un… until he gets his revenge…

Before he could speak any further, a black-gloved hand aggressively pulled onto Novel’s brown locks. Making him jerk back, letting out a painful groan and exposing his white neck. Behind the dark shadows, a face appeared. Jovonka recognized the same devil face that has been haunting her slumber for many months.

“You’ll never see me coming without you ever realizing it. I’ll have you in my arms and you will be my slave forever,” Sabini said, taking out a sharp knife with his other hand and cutting open Novel’s neck as black blood gushed out of it.

“NO, NO, NO!” she screamed out in between wails, her forehead glistening with beads of sweat. Alfie called out her name, trying to wake her up.

“Jovonka, Jovonka babe look at me,” he said softly holding onto her arms her eyes opened wide exhaling in and out for air, “it’s alrigh’ my love you just had a bad dream try to calm your breathin’ down yea?”

“No, nothing is alright, my beloved. I saw him again. I saw Sabini in my dreams again, but this time he… oh no,” Jovonka’s voice broke in between her words, remembering the new terrifying vision she had never thought to see until now.

“What is it tha’ you saw of him, my rose?” Alfie asked, caressing her left cheek with his thumb. Jovonka leaned her forehead against his, her tears streaming out of her eyes.

“There was… oh gods… Novel was in my dreams, but… he looked bruised and tortured in every way you could imagine. Sabini then appeared, telling her she will be in his arms and be his slave forever. Could it be possible that Novel is in terrible danger? Or he is already in his doom like I saw in my dreams?” Jovonka let out a shaky sigh, and the tears continued to shed.

Alfie hugged her tightly in his giant arms, resting his chin on top of her hair. She returned the gesture, hearing his steady beating heart against her right ear.

“I’m sure he is back in the hotel with your sister Isabel and is safe. I’m very sure of it, love,” Alfie reassures his woman, but deep down in his soul, he feels the same way.

Suddenly the door from the bedroom knocked, interrupting the couple’s moment.

“Who is it?’’ Alfie called out, reaching down on his black trousers while Jovonka covered herself with her king’s white long-sleeve shirt.

“It is I, Mr. Solomon’s I’m sorry for bothering you both at these hours, but Isabel is here. And she wants to see you both. She says it’s urgent,” said Edna from the other side of the sodden door, making Alfie stop midway from buttoning his trousers, and so did Jovonka.

They both gaze into each other’s eyes. Jovonka felt a strange and uneasy feeling. Thinking back to the dream, she had wondered if this could be the reason her older sister wanted to see her in such a hurry. Once Alfie adjusted his pants, he then made his way to open the door, revealing Edna next to Little Elena and Cyril.

“Let her know we will be down in a moment and prepare some tea in the meantime please yea?” He said Edna nodded her head while Elena and Cyril made their way inside to greet Jovonka.

“Elena, good morning, why are you suddenly up at these hours?” Jovonka said, hugging her little sister tightly in her arms Cyril then got him up on top of the bed wagging his tail.

“Isabel came in to wake me and asked if we were alright. She sounded worried, but she is now downstairs waiting for us all,” Elena said, sitting crisscrossed above the bed, Cyril cuddled against Jovonka, making Jovonka smile.

Alfie closed the door behind him and made his way to sit down on the edge of the bed, still only in his black trousers showing his upper body.

“I think we should all head down Little Elena, go run along with Cyril to greet your sister, yea? Jovonka and I are going to get ourselves ready. We won’t take long,” Alfie said, giving a small smile as she nodded her head and made her way out of the room Cyril followed behind.

Jovonka didn’t say a word as she lifted herself up from the bed and opened the closet doors. While looking for her dress to wear, Alfie got up from the bed, making his way in her direction. He then hugged her tightly by her waist, resting his chin on top of her right shoulder and placing a small gentle kiss on her neck.

“There’s a reason Isabel urgently wants to speak with us. And it’s possible because of what I saw and possibly she has seen it too,” she said letting out a small shaky sigh and gripping the wooden doors with her hands, “we should hurry, I don’t want to keep my sister waiting.”

Alfie grunted and nodded in reply, giving her one last kiss on her right cheek. Jovonka looked at him sideways, placing a hand behind his head, caressing his short locks.

“I’ll follow you, my love, no matter what we will talk about. Just know I’ll be there with you by your side as long as I live,” Alfie promises while feeling her small hand massaging the back of his head, wishing to be in this state forever.

“I know you’ll always be here, my darling. I already know.”

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A splash of cold water was thrown onto Novel’s face, waking him up from his deep, conscious slumber. He was sitting on a creaky wooden chair. They strapped his wrists in a hard rope behind him.

“Wake the fuck up lad, we have lots of talking to do with you,” said Sabini, smoking his long brown cigar and sitting in front of the young man, adjusting his vision and surroundings.

“Where the fuck am I? What is the whole meaning of this, eh? There must be some mistake to all of this-.”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP!” yelled out Sabini, slapping hard across the young boy’s face and letting out a low grunt, trying to not feel the hard sting.

“Now you listen here, you freak. I’ll be the one doing the talking while you give me the answers I want you to give me. And once you do yea, I’ll let you go free, is as simple as it sounds,” Sabini continued on giving a slimy smirk at Novel furiously breathing in and out from his nostrils.

“Whatever you're asking, I will never give you what you want, so fuck you piece of shit. And instead, burn in fucking hell,” the young boy threatens the Italian gangster as he spits right on his face, making Sabini chuckle at his action.

“Very well my dear boy,” says Sabini getting up on his feet while wiping away the spittle with a white handkerchief as he continued, “I had a feeling you will act this way. You got some strength in you boy I could see it in your eyes. But you won’t be so strong after I bring out my little friends.”

The Italian gangster nods his head towards Bob as his henchman squishes Novel’s cheeks with his right hand. Jack restrained the boy’s shoulders down with both of his hands, and Sabini let out a long drag from his cigar.

“Let’s see here what could be the least painful tool to use on you first. Hmmm ah yes,” said Sabini opening a medium size wooden box filled with his torture instruments trying to decide which tool to use on the helpless frightened the boy.

Novel tried his hardest to release from Bob’s and Jack’s grips, but it was no use. While he continued to struggle, the Italian then took out what looked to be a sharp dagger. Glistening upon the only light that illuminated the dark, putrid room. Novel saw this from the corner of his eye. His heart pumped uncontrollably.

“No… no,” Novel said between mumbles as Bob gripped his hand harder, keeping him as still as possible.

“I told you Mr. Novel, you won’t be so fucking tough after this, will you eh?” said the sinister devil, giving him an ugly smirk and gently placing the sharp cold dagger against Novel’s left cheek.

Without a single moment to lose, Sabini cut the side of the boy’s cheek. Novel let out a mumbled groaning pain, feeling the deep cut going down. The young lad struggled ever so, but Bob and Jack were clenching him. As the now bloody line mark that Sabini placed on Novel was shown. The Italian looked at his gruesome work of art as the dagger was filled with red blood. Bob and Jack let the boy loose, taking a few steps back away from the boy as Sabini continued with his talk.

“Right then, are you ready to answer my questions now, Mr. Novel? Or do I have to make myself clearer than before?” Threatened Sabini pointing the red-covered dagger at the boy, he breathed in and out through his nostrils, only giving him a glaring gaze at the sick man.

“Fuck. You. Whatever it is you’ll be asking me, you will never get your answers,” Novel said, giving a hard, menacing stare while the blood on the side of his face streamed ever so slowly.

The Italian only chuckled. His henchmen just smiled at what the young boy said.

“You’re a good one. I’ll give you that,” Sabini said while fiddling with the dagger between his hands, “but I will break you and I will get my answers even if I have to cut it out of you.”

Novel was quiet. His hot breathing became increased with fury, thinking how badly he wanted to hit the wop’s smug face.

“On second thought,” the Italian spoke again, “I think he might need one more cut on that pretty little face of his, don’t you think, gentlemen?”

The two grown men nodded their heads in agreement and their boss directed them to restrain the helpless boy once again.

“Get your fucking hands off of me!” yelled out Novel, but it was too late as Bob squeezed his cheeks with his large hand. Jack held his shoulders down.

The Italian man made his way towards Novel, and the young boy groan and struggled to fear the worst.

“This is just only the beginning for you, my boy, scream all you like nobody will hear you down here. But right now, my little friend here would like to have with you,” he said and once more the sharp material plunged onto Novel’s cheek, giving him another ugly bloody scar on his cheek while screaming at the top of his lungs.

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3 Weeks Later

“I’m sorry Isabel.”

Her oldest sister stopped her knitting mid way, eyeing her little sister and seeing her head down in shame.

“Jovonka dear, I have told you a thousand times none of this is your fau-.”

“OH SHUT UP!!! Then why haven’t we found Novel yet? It has been 3 bloody fucking weeks and you still want me to believe that none of this is my cause?” said Jovonka furiously breathing in and out from her nostrils while Isabel’s eyes were wide in fright never thought of seeing her middle sister burst out on her.

Ever since that morning when Isabel came to talk with her and Alfie Jovonka knew from the beginning, it was what she expected. She could sleep for days thinking about nothing else but Novel wondering where he was. Or more obviously, who took him away and where they might have taken him? Jovonka’s first thought was mostly targeted at Sabini. Since he came by Margate unexpectedly that day when they went to the marketplace. Knowing that he causes her best friend’s disappearance and, more oddly enough. It turns out that the owner of the restaurant Lars suddenly vanished at the same moment as Novel. And horrifyingly though a week later, the body pieces of the restaurant owner surfaced on shore on the beach. An innocent family found him while they were walking on the beach. One of the younger children went up to it until he let out a terrifying scream at the top of his lungs. The family informed the police about this gruesome discovery, while the officers were trying to know who would do such a heinous act to an innocent civilian. Especially a man who has been nothing but helpful and kind towards Novel and was killed mysteriously. Alfie from that day forth increased his bodyguards to look after the girls, especially Little Elena. He also demanded Adam and Vlad keep a secure eye on Isabel and Jovonka while they were working together at the job Isabel got offered. Alfie sent his best tracking men to find high and low for Novel, even to where he was last seen, which was at Lars’s restaurant. Jovonka, however, while the search was in session, had more terrible dreams that were half about Novel and herself. The same things were seen over and over since the beginning, the bruises, Novel’s tortured face, the blood, the baby, the gunshot, Sabini, everything that she has seen. It was just a never-ending madness of nightmares, but there was one in particular that stood out the most for her. It was Alfie covered with blood that was oozing from the top of his head. But behind the dark shadows, the monster that she couldn’t seem to escape from appeared behind her beloved. Sabini in his hands had a blood-stained cane, as Alfie mumbled some words that she could barely hear.

Say goodbye to your precious love one…

In a fast swing, Sabini gave a hard hit behind Alfie’s bloody head and this made Jovonka wake up while letting out a screaming and painful “No!” at the top of her throat. She told none of this to her loving sweetheart, which hurt her very much knowing it was for the best to not speak of such a thing. Jovonka afterward insisted she would sleep with Isabel for the next few days, which Alfie didn’t really like the idea at first. Fearing if she woke up from her nightmares, he feared she might not open her eyes ever again or even hurt herself

“Please Alfie, it’s for a couple of days and I just…”

“Just what, my love?” he said some nights ago when they both lay on the bed, caressing his fingers against her right cheek.

“I’m just causing you to not have any proper sleep, and these dreams are worse than I have been seeing. But Isabel could help me and tell me why I’m having these new visions. I promise you, my love, it’s only for a few days until my sister figures out why. I hope you know that I always love you very much, with all my heart and soul,” she said, placing her hand against his scruffy left cheek as she leaned toward his lips, their foreheads touching against each other.

Their kiss became more passionate and more loving as always while Alfie’s and Jovonka’s moaning and breathing increased ever so erotically. She gently plunged her nails deep against his red scared back, where she has left a few red lines. This made Alfie pound into her ever so harder inside her wet core.

“Fuck me babe… please that feels so… Oh gods,” Jovonka loudly moaned out as her king continued railing her ever so delicious.

Suddenly, without losing a beat, they both came collapsing between each other, catching their breaths.

After that night, the next few days, it has been nothing but horrible headaches and continuous night terrors. Isabel didn’t mind being awakened during the middle of the night when Jovonka had her episodes. She felt awful in seeing her middle sister in these conditions. Never thought how badly these visions would affect Jovonka in a troublesome way.

“Jovonka, please calm yourself-.”

“Calm myself down? Are you that blind to see what it is we are going through, Isabel? Don’t you get it? I had to leave Alfie behind because of me. I can’t sleep for days because of these constant fucking nightmares that you and I know something much worse will happen to us all. And I fear for the safety of Little Elena, for you, for me, Alfie, for all of us. It feels might go mad at any moment and what if these visions I’ve been seeing will be my unfortunate fate? And if it’s possible… I’ll end up… end up dead.”

Jovonka’s eyes filled with tears, letting out a few sobs covering her face with her hands. Isabel made her way toward her sister, hugging her from behind trying her best to calm her down. As her middle sister continued her low whimpers, Mia came into the room.

“Is everything alright ladies? What is going on?” Mia questioned while carrying a basket full of white clothes, making both sisters look up.

“Mia… it’s nothing. I just had a moment but I’m fine now really… oh fuck,” Jovonka cut her sentence short as she swiftly dashed out of the room, leaving both Isabel and Mia behind.

Jovonka made her way to the closest restroom she reached too and before long she made groaning noises. She placed a hand against her stomach and for a moment she gag out onto the toilet. After what felt like moments later, she stopped purging as she heaved some heavy breaths through her nose. As she flushed the toilet on the other side of the door, Isabel knocked and called her name.

“Jovonka, are you feeling alright now?”

She steadily held the side of her head with her right hand, feeling as though she might pass out. But once she found her balance again, she looked at herself in the sink mirror. She noticed seeing two somewhat heavy eye bags, knowing fully well she had none proper sleep. And that isn’t the only thing she has noticed about herself. Jovonka’s body, oddly, has been feeling quite different from she usually would normally feel. There have been twice when she had to go to the restroom several times and, more weirdly, her chest has felt sore.

Could it be???

“Jovonka, may I please come in?” Isabel said, making Jovonka come back from her train of thought.

“I’ll be out. Just need a moment. I won’t be long,” Jovonka said back as she splashed some cool water on her face, letting out an inaudible sigh of breath.

Once she wiped her face with a white cloth, Jovonka adjusted her hair here and there. But yet again she thought of so many things in her mind which led to thinking of Alfie. Wondering and hoping he is doing alright at Camden Town and if he is coping well without her presence from day to night. Hoping that he will not stop loving her, thinking of her, and that their bonded souls never tear themselves apart. Even if they are both not next to each other, Jovonka’s heart beats whenever she thinks of her beloved king. Knowing that her heart belongs to him and will never give it to no other man.

I miss you so much my love… you can’t imagine how desperately you need me at this moment… I’m sorry for being a ghost…

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“Alfie, sir, are you even listening to me?” Ollie said in an irritated tone, losing himself in his thoughts while his workers unloaded new deliveries from a gray truck.

“Oh yes, Ollie, I’m listenin’ my apologies just was thinkin’ of something but what was it you said again?” Said Alfie trying to not sound out of place

The secretary man just let out a low sigh, not wanting to repeat what he just said a moment ago. Ollie knew his boss hadn’t been entirely mentally and physically present business-wise, that is. The last days were nothing but stress, anxiety, chaos, and silence since Jovonka went back with Isabel. The business has been booming high mostly, but Ollie knows Alfie hasn’t been that same old King of Camden Town that he knows. Once the truck was unloaded, Ollie finished scribbling the last few counts down on his record sheet. Alfie, in the meantime, silently made his way back inside the distillery, leaving his young secretary alone outside. Making his way through the rows of run barrels and the smell of the alcohol rising in the atmosphere. Alfie entered his brown-lit office, closing the door behind him. After slowly sitting down on his desk chair, he let out a long, inaudible sigh, placing his hands against his exhausted face. Tilting his head as he looked up at the wooden ceiling, his mind wandered back to his beloved woman. How he wished to have her closed in his warm arms, feeling those lovely lips of hers against his, her eyes he has grown to love so much, her persona, her everything that he has found lovely and a gift. He only hoped that whatever she was doing, she was being taken care of and looked after by Vlad and Adam. Suddenly there was a knock on the door making Alfie come back to reality and he let out a low groan.

“Come in,” he called out as Ollie came inside. He had an uneasy look on his face. “what is it now Ollie? Can’t I just have a moment by meself for once?”

“Sir, I’m sorry for the interruption, but… ummm.”

“But what spill it out will you yea?”

“Is that your dear old friend knows the truth about why that witch dancer and those other runaways haven’t been found for months,” said Sabini appearing behind Ollie pointing his pistol behind his lower back and leading him slowly inside the office while three of his henchmen followed behind.

Alfie stood still under his chair, trying to not show a sign of panic on his face and body. His hands slowly gripped against the edges of his chair, giving a deadly stare towards the person he has called “friend” since they were young.

“What’s the matter Solomon’s? Have you got nothing to say or are your just afraid to admit that it is all true that my only loyal, trusted friend. Has helped these people for a very long time and have kept them hidden behind my back. And you, yea, you’re the mysterious fucker that knocked me out that same night at my house. And your little witch whore was the one who put that false memory in me to keep you safe and out of harm. Is that true also true?” Sabini said, directing the pistol toward Alfie’s way, he showed no fear toward the Italian scum, but in his mind, he was in a state of panic.

No… this cannot be true… it’s impossible…

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