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sopxhiea · 5 years ago

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Alfie Solomons X Reader

Prompt

“you obviously can’t be trusted to take care of yourself, so let me do it for you.”

a/n: I love Alfie...that’s all I have to say.

The pain wasn’t so bad at first. There was shuffling on the bed, the sheets were getting sticky even though the windows were wide open in every room in the huge house.

Your eyes met the wooden walls, you couldn’t move. The wind was gentle with your body, it would’ve been a wonderful day if you were able to go out but thanks to a bunch of gang territory bullshit, you were covered in bruises with fractured bones. It wasn’t all so bad, certainly not your first time - but it had been his first time seeing you in such state.

You still remembered the shock that was written on his face, it wasn’t of surprise but sorrow and worry. He had been worried sick the first week, the nurses allowed him to see you every two days since you needed the rest but he didn’t leave your doorstep, Ollie had to drag him out most of the days so that he would get some rest.

It hadn’t hurt so bad at first, there were cuts around your cheeks that didn’t go so deep but it had been your bones that took the damage. You couldn’t breathe properly the first couple of weeks, it was better now. Cyril shifted next to you on the bed, the large dog occupied most of the space but he was sweet so you didn’t mind. He took after Alfie.

You swallowed, realising just how dry your mouth had been. This was the way things usually went. You were doing business with some sketchy associates and this was just the beginning of things, it was gonna get even dirtier. You knew that when you took on the job, Alfie did, too. Being in the same line of business allowed you to see things eye to eye, he knew of the dangers and so did you but seeing his angel in such a state was a punch in the gut.

It hurt him.

It hurt him that he wasn’t able to protect you and that you had dealt with all of this on your own. He got the news a little later than he’d expected, it didn’t bother him that you didn’t tell him everything right away. His rage was an obvious reason for your doubts and he was aware of it all.

But you were still his angel, he had to protect you.

You heard him before he came into your vision. The loud thud of his feet on the floor woke the dog, Cyril was long gone downstairs as Alfie walked in. He was in his usual work attire, the cotton shirt was free of wrinkles but the creases around his eyes made up for it as he smiled at your awake state, you were getting better by the day.

“‘ello, dove.” he spoke, almost a coo as he walked towards you. You could get up on your own and dress but his help was very much appreciated, he also never missed a chance to see your naked form so it was a win-win situation.

“Hi.” you whispered, hearing Cyril move on the floor right below you while Alfie sat next to you on the bed, his weight shifted the mattress.

His hand found your hair, caressing the strands around your forehead while you leaned into his touch. He was a tender man before and after all of this went down, he started treating you like a piece of fragile glass. He was a man of many talents and the way he used his hands was one of them.

He kissed your temple, looking for a sign of a fever while you tried to keep your eyes open, you were always tired from the medicine you took for the pain and he almost liked this state of tiredness you seemed to be in sometimes. His eyes met the small bruises on your legs, you had killed the man who had attacked you but you had also taken a couple of good hits as well, worry was evident in his face as his hand caressed your leg.

You had talked to him about all this, even before it had happened. He got hurt constantly, there had been one too many nights when you had to put his pieces back together and it hurt you to see him in such a state but you understood the things that came with doing such business.

But it wasn’t the same for you.

He refused to accept the fact that it was just as possible for you to get hurt and when you had been, a part of him blamed himself even though he had nothing to do with any of it.

You had sat him down and talked to him about how these things work, about how you both should do the best you could do to stay safe but also accept the fact that there was a good chance you could, and would, get hurt.

You knew how to guard yourself, you had killed men before, tortured or even cremated one. This wasn’t unfamiliar territory for you and Alfie had loved it, he loved that you were able to protect yourself without anyone’s help but he had gotten extremely protective over time and it had turned into something that he didn’t quite like thinking about, he didn’t want to see you get hurt.

“Ya’ haven’ got a fever, yeah.” he spoke, watching as you drank from the glass he gave you with some assistance. You nodded. “..are ya’ hungry, luv?” he spoke, wiping your lips of the drops of water around your mouth, you kissed his fingers when they met his rough skin, it made him feel all giddy inside but he gave you a smile instead of kissing you breathless, you needed to get a little bit better for him to do the things he wanted to do.

“No.” you spoke, your appetite was long gone after what had happened.

It was mostly medicine, he knew that. It took your appetite away but seeing you eat nothing when before you used to devour the kitchen table hurt him a little, even though you were healing faster than the nurses said you would.

“Aye, I’ll make ya’ anythin’, right, anythin’ ya’ want...” he spoke, you hated how fragile you were.

You were usually the one taking care of him, the one to worry and after a while it had felt okay. You loved being babied by him, he’d carry you wherever you wanted, kiss you constantly and reassure that you were okay but there was always a hint of worry in his eyes that made you feel guilty.

“Did you go to work?” you asked, simply out of curiosity.

He had been going to work very early in the morning and even though you missed waking up with him all around you, he would return at lunch and never leave for the rest of the day, it was a big sacrifice he was making and you usually woke up around lunch anyway.

“Yeah, I did.” his voice was a mere melody to your ears as your eyes met his, he seemed happy today. “Had to check in with Ollie for the day.” he caressed your leg again, your hand found his and you heard him sigh happily.

“Alfie...” you spoke, he loved it when you said his name. “You don’t have to do this, you know..” you didn’t finish the sentence due to how furrowed his brows became, his hand left yours as he tugged at his beard, he was calculating something.

It had been hard for him to manage work and take care of you. You had your assistant to do yours, you had trained him well and unlike Alfie, you were able to take a breather every now and then but he felt the need to check everything, to make sure things were all okay and you didn’t mind, it was the man you fell for but he was pushing himself sometimes, you didn’t want to see him break.

It had happened once when he had overworked himself for a week straight. You had found him in his office, back given out as he grunted through his teeth while filling paper work. You had to force him out of the place with some excuse and made sure he stayed home for more than a week. You had given him baths, joined him for some and cooked for him, cared for him and massaged him until he was feeling okay and his back was dripping in essential oils.

It had been a wonderful week but it was only that one time.

He nodded, as if to say that he understood your point but he spoke back which meant that he didn’t agree.

“That, right, that’s a load of crap is what it ‘s.” he spoke, he was almost angry but it was hard for him to feel so blue about what you said when he knew the state you were in.

It wasn’t like you were the one to go out everyday, this wasn’t much of a restriction since you were a homebody and he knew that for a fact. What irked you is that you were used to being the one taking care of him, being taken care of wasn’t your strongest suit - he knew that.

His words managed to earn a chuckle for you but it was cut short due to the pain on your chest due to laughing - he hated seeing that.

“Let’s get ya’ up on ye’ feet, alright?” he spoke, holding you by the waist as you stood up. You could walk on your own, there was no problem with that but he insisted he would help, he wouldn’t miss a chance to touch you.

A small ‘oomph’ noise came from you as you walked down the stairs of the place, you had bought it together with him and had been living in the space for the past six months. It had become your favourite place a little too quickly after moving in.

Soon, you were seated on a cushioned chair in the kitchen, able to see what Alfie was doing as he got some ingredients out, he was going to make you pancakes. He was a great baker, not such much of a good cook but he would cook for you and that was all you needed anyway.

“Baby, I don’t need anything...” you spoke, you genuinely weren’t hungry and you knew he had already eaten. Cyril curled up next to your feet after you petted his head, he was a sweet boy.

He shook his head with a low chuckle, you were so careful with him but so careless with yourself. He turned around and pointed the large spoon at your direction, earning a smile from you at his childish behaviour before he spoke.

“You, right....” he shook his head again, amusement evident on his voice but he was also serious.

“..you obviously can’t be trusted to take care of yourself..” his voice got serious with a hint of tenderness. “.. so let me do it for you.”

There was a loving expression on his face, one that you saw on occasion. It wasn’t the usual heart eyes, the ones that made you all giddy inside but it was a look that made you feel safe, he was home for you.

You nodded, a hum escaping your lips as if to say that he was more than welcome to do so - and he was.

That morning, he made pancakes for you and helped you eat them, even accompanied you when you asked him to after realising he had made a little more than you were capable of eating for the given moment. He read for you while you rested your body on top of his, Cyril curled up next to your body as you caressed his head. There was laughter at the dinner table, genuinely happy laughter that made his heart jump each time he heard it.

You talked the night away, he told you about how he worried about you and the daily things of life. You nodded, listening intently before reassuring him that there was nothing to be worried about. You would be fine as long as he was next to you. He drew circles on your arms that turned into sluggish shapes as your eyes fluttered next to the fire place, you slowly drifted to sleep but he stayed awake for a little longer to savour the moment before he carried you upstairs.

He would be there next to you when you woke up the next morning.

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whentommymetalfie · 3 years ago

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Tommy x Alfie fic recomendation! For those in need of some fluff

One of my absolute favorite stories have just been updated and I thought someone else might need a good dose of lovesick fools and fluff. It’s the Art of Wooing and you can read it on Ao3 -I’ve linked it here.

Go ahead and read if you like me need some comfort today ❤️❤️

that’s it that’s the post

#tommy x alfie #fic rec #this fic has wrapped me in a blanket and given me a cup of tea #given me a hug and told me everything will be okay

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thewaynemanner · 5 years ago

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Wholesome BatFamily Fic Rec’s

Hey All, so here is my BatFam Rec List you all have been asking for! Lol jk no one has asked for this, but I made it anyways! So here are my All-Time Favorite BatFamily Fic Recs, for the most part these Recs are all rated either “G” for General Audiences or “T” for Teen and Up Audiences. So basically, all these fics focus on family dynamics and relationships rather than slash or anything like that. These are all truly amazing fics so give your Kudos and love to the authors! And remember to always read the tags before you read the fic!

And So This is Christmas by DragOnstOrm

Summary: It's not that Alfred isn't happy with his job. It's just that sometimes he really wishes that he had known what he was getting into when he signed up for it.

Rating: General Audiences

Word Count: 1,901

My Comments: Folks, stories don’t get much more wholesome than this fic. After reading this fic I was left warm and happy. Also, it stars my boy, Alfie, which is usually extremely rare for fics. Loved that we got to see Alfred’s perspective in this! Great fic!

Bedside Manner by @fishfingersandjellybabies

Summary: Sometimes Bruce forgot just how great his kid was.

Rating: General Audiences

Word Count: 2,985

My Comments: Anything @fishfingersandjellybabies writes is truly fantastic, but I particularly loved this one since it delved into the sweeter side of Bruce and Damian’s relationship that we don’t get to see often (especially in cannon). I love me a good hurt/comfort fic 😉

Bet on it by @lysical

Summary: Even Damian could admit that his older siblings occasionally had their uses.

"I need your assistance," Damian said, voice low and tense.

"No," Jason replied, and hung up.

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Word Count: 2,495

My Comments: Lysical writes some of the best BatBrother Fics out there, folks. So if you want some wholesome and hilarious Bat sibling bonding, then look no further! Bet on it, is one of my personal favorites of Lysical’s. Great writing and great characterization!

Blood in the Water by MishaBerry

Summary: We all do stupid things when we are lonely, and in faraway lands, we hardly expect the consequences to follow us. Bruce certainly never thought twice about an American woman in Jaipur after one night with her. He hardly expected to see her ever again.

The universe, on the other hand, had different ideas, and the tides of time and chance brought Tim Drake to Bruce's life over and over again.

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Word Count: 181,939

My Comments: FANTASTIC AU! One of my favorite Tim Drake centric fics, but still has plenty of the rest of the BatFamily. I also love that we get to see Tim as his sweet six-year self. This story has it all, great characterizations, good plot, angst, fluff, and BatFamily bonding 😊

Cracked Foundation by @cdelphiki

Summary: The last thing Damian expected to happen when he ran away from home was to spend a day crammed into a small space with Jason Todd. His father's second son was a black sheep. An outcast. An angry, insanity driven criminal who enjoyed screwing with the batfamily in every way he could. At least, that's what Damian thought. Maybe he was wrong about Todd.

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Word Count: 20,902

My Comments: This is a brilliant fic that examines the relationship between Damian and Jason. I absolutely loved this fic and never wanted it to end. I truly wish there were more Jason and Damian Fics out there, I think it’s a character duo that isn’t explored nearly enough. If you love Damian and Jason brother bonding fics, you’ll love this one and if you’ve never read a bonding fic between these two brothers, you may just find a new love!

Five Times Jason Todd Saved His Brothers, and One Time They Saved Him by laceymcbain, reena_jenkins

Summary: “Did you know I was in here, or did you just blow up the place for fun?”

Damian didn't need to see Todd's face to know he was grinning under the helmet.

“It's not really a rescue unless something blows up. But if Bats asks, it was completely necessary."

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Word Count: 6,923

My Comments: This fic is BatFamily feels to the extreme. Jason Todd deserves love and this fic gives it to him. LOVED IT <3 <3 <3

Fly By Night by @lysical

Summary: Damian is thirteen. Sometimes he even acts like it.

"This is an injustice," were the last words Damian had spoken to his father all day.

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Word Count: 2,889

My Comments: Another great Fic by @Lysical! This is just a plain ol’ fun Fic, y’all. Great Bat Brother love in this one and it also features my sweet summer child- Jonathan Samuel Kent. Trust me you will love this Fic, it is hilarious and all around good stuff 😊

A Good Place by @lemonadegarden

Summary: Damian Wayne is kidnapped and sent back years through time. Together, he and Father – who's only been Batman for a mere six months –must figure out how to return him to his own time.

Over the course of the next week, Damian discovers that Mexican gangsters do not mess around, that social workers find Bruce annoying, that Bruce might be a little messed up, and that crystal chandeliers create the fondest memories.

Oh. And Alfred has hair.

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Word Count: 36,903

My Comments: LemonadeGarden is one of my All-Time favorite authors, so anything written by them is brilliant. But A Good Place will always be a favorite of mine, it is by far my favorite Damian & Bruce centric Fic out there and is something I have read over and over again. I love getting to see a younger Bruce interact with Damian and in turn, Damian interact with him. It’s overall great and has a fantastic plot!

Let There Be a Bruise by @audreycritter

Summary: Damian is a child who should not have the scars he does; Bruce is a father who has plenty of his own scars, but still wishes he could take his son’s, too.

The silver lining is where they find each other— a broken son and a broken father, putting each other back together.

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Word Count: 3,656

My Comments: Audreycritter is the master of Damián & Bruce Hurt/Comfort fics. I honestly would recommend all of Audrey’s fics, so check them all out! But this one will always be a favorite 😊

Life Happens by @cdelphiki

Summary: While walking home from an event at Wayne Enterprises, Tim and Damian are kidnapped and sent to an alternate dimension. In a world where superheroes are merely comic book characters and the idea of the multiverse is only a theory found within the pages of science fiction, how are Tim and Damian going to return home? How long will they be stranded on this strange Earth? And will the boys murder each other before they figure it out?

Rating: General Audiences

Word Count: 176,966

My Comments: Hoo-boy, folks. I don’t even know where to start with this Fic. I honestly get teary-eyed thinking about how beautiful it is and how much I loved this one. My favorite Tim Drake and Damian Wayne brotherly bonding Fic EVER. I would almost describe this Fic as a love letter to the characters Tim and Damian, in the sense that the author captures their characterizations beautifully and tells one of the best stories of growth and familial love I have ever read. It’s fluffy, angsty, humorous, and full of BatFamily feels. And don’t worry, there is plenty of Dick, Jason, and Bruce as well (If not a little later in the story). I would run to this Fic, if I were you.

Life, if Well Lived by CaptainOzone

Summary: Jason wakes up from a time-travel mishap to find Thomas and Martha Wayne hovering over him.

Just another day in the life, right?

...Not quite.

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Word Count: 10,758

My Comments: A Fic that destroyed me in the BEST way possible. Tears, so many tears were shed during this fic. The best Hurt/Comfort fic I have ever read. Extremely unique in the sense that Martha and Thomas Wayne are two of the main characters and boy did I love it! I can not stress how AMAZING this Fic is. I never knew I needed this fic in my life until I read it. I wish I could re-read it for the first time all over again. LOVE, LOVE, LOVE IT!

My Brother’s Keeper by Forever_A_Thief

Summary: The boy had two options, two roads stretching out before him: stay with Mother, and become the greatest assassin ever known to man, or go to Father, and become a masked vigilante fighting for justice in a city drenched in darkness. Damian looked at these two roads, these two lives he could lead, and decided on a third path for himself instead. He chose his own road.

Jason never let himself think about the kid he had left behind at the desert compound all those years ago. When Talia never got in touch with him after his return to Gotham, Jason had assumed he had just been forgotten like he had been in Gotham. But then that kid, his little brother, showed up one night and Jason couldn’t just continue to push him to the back of his mind. Not anymore.

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Word Count: 43,907

My Comments: Did I mention I love Jason & Damian fics? Well I do and this one is beyond FANTASTIC. Overall great Bat-Bros fic that I would recommend over and over again. This fic is Damian and Jason centric but it does involve the rest of the Bat Family too. I love seeing all the brother’s bonding in this fic and the overall family feels 😊

Of Owls and Assassins by Cirth

Summary: "Dick," Bruce says, not entirely sure how to react, "who is that?"

Dick blinks at him from his place on the workout mat. There's a broken plate with mac and cheese strewn all over next to him, as well as what seems to be Bruce's old G.I. Joe action figure from the attic. It looks like a child's imagining of a murder scene. "My owlet," Dick states.

Rating: General Audiences

Word Count: 853

My Comments: The adorableness of this Fic is off the charts. I love AU’s where Dick is a Talon, but this one will always hold a very special place in my heart since Dick is just so pure in it. Forever a favorite <3

Party Games by @lemonadegarden

Summary: I can't believe you got into a bar fight at two in the morning. And now you're all in prison. The night before your wedding. What the fuck kind of a family am I marrying into?” Selina said.

Bruce Wayne goes to a series of bachelor parties, each one worse than the last. Set in the same timeline as We, So Much Older, but can be read as a standalone fic as well.

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Word Count: 12,659

My Comments: Okay, so technically this is a Selina Kyle/Bruce Wayne Fic and even though the plot premise revolves around their upcoming wedding, I wouldn’t really consider this a “slash” fic. There is definitely more BatFamily vibes with this fic. It’s hilarious, fun, and oh so wholesome! I love this fic beyond measure and even if you aren’t a fan of the BatCat ship, I highly suggest you give it a shot for the amazing BatFam moments.

Second Chance by @cdelphiki

Summary: When Talia al Ghul watched her toddling son start his training, his awful, grueling training, she had an epiphany:

The League of Assassins was no place for children.

(Or: Talia realizes training literal babies is abuse and gets him out of there.)

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Word Count: 6,461

My Comments: This is the Talia al Ghul we deserve! This is the Talia al Ghul, Bruce Wayne deserves! THIS IS THE TALIA AL GHUL, DAMIAN WAYBE DESERVES! Loved this fic, great Talia al Ghul characterization. It’s the Talia that could have ben before DC slaughtered her character.

Running Headlong into My Arms by gleesquid

Summary: Bruce doesn’t like to credit one thing for saving his life, but if he did, it would be Haly’s Circus that Friday night in September, just as summer was beginning to die.

(He'll always be a sucker for kids with sad eyes, no parents, and more fight than the world knows what to do with.)

Or: in a universe where superheroes don't exist, Bruce Wayne finds his family.

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Word Count: 54,231

My Comments: I feel like this fic is a right of passage into the BatFamily fandom, so if by some chance you haven’t already read it, I highly suggest you move this straight to the top of your reading list. It’s a classic and has everything you could ever want in a BatFam Fic.

we are not alone in the dark by @audreycritter

Summary: Damian has a flashback on a family camping trip.

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Word Count: 2,218

My Comments: A BatFam camping trip, need I say more? One of my favorite hurt/comfort fics involving Damian. We get to see some super sweet moments between Bruce and Damian, and Damian and Jason. Loved it.

Where You Go, I Follow by @fishfingersandjellybabies

Summary: In some world, Dick Grayson was never revived by Lex Luthor, and was probably better for it.

Rating: General Audiences

Word Count: 1,427

My Comments: BROKE MY HEART, but in the best possible way. I cried both sad tears and happy tears for this fic. LOVED IT! I have read it at least six times (I’m going read it again after I post this rec). A fantastic Dick & Damian story. I also love the title; it captures the mood perfectly. I’m always a sucker for fics that are inspired by songs, this one was inspired by ‘I Will Follow You’ by Toulouse!

Video message incoming by helenabertinellis

Summary: The League are just wrapping up their meeting when a call comes through the Watchtower servers.

It's for Batman.

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Word Count: 1,228

My Comments: I consider this a classic BatFam fic, so I will be shocked if you haven’t read it, but on the off chance that you have not read it, GO READ IT NOW. It’s humorous and all so wholesome 😊

Yesterday’s Voices by @lemonadegarden

Summary: While trying to take down a drug cartel that deals with memory altering drugs, things go awry, and Batman wakes up with no recollection of the last five years.

As a result, his family must now race against time to find the antidote, while also having to deal with a Bruce who still thinks Jason is Robin. A Bruce who doesn't recognise most of them. A Bruce far less jaded and cynical than the one they're used to. A Bruce who still cares.

Rating: General Audiences

Word Count: 49,000

My Comments: Surprise, surprise another amazing fic by LemonadeGarden. I will be shocked if you haven’t read this fic yet, but on the off chance that you haven’t, I am telling you now, to RUN to this fic. It will forever and always be my MOST FAVORITE BATFAMILY fic out there. I honestly wish this fic never had ended, it’s one that will always hold a special spot in my heart. THIS IS THE BRUCE WAYNE WE DESERVE.

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big-wet-cas-eyes · 4 years ago

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AUs: day 2 of @starrynightdeancas 's 2k followers celebration ✨ (ao3)

I didn't know what I wanted to do for this AU prompt so I had @vaxilddan send me a random job and @pixelhanzo send me a random trope and thus the monstrosity "dog groomer + enemies to friends to lovers" was born

(wc: ~1700)

The little bell above the door dings right as Castiel hangs up the phone. Mrs. Tran is running a little late picking up her golden retriever, Alfie, but she assures Castiel that she'll be there soon. He doesn't mind much; Alfie is a polite dog, and he's been napping quietly in the corner while Castiel tidies up his grooming salon for the last twenty minutes. The front door closes loudly, causing the bell to ding again, and he looks up to see a tall man walking through the door with a scruffy ball of fluff tucked under his arm.

The man might be handsome if he didn't look so exhausted. Strong, stubbled jaw, sandy hair, green eyes… exactly Castiel's type. But the deep purple circles under his eyes make it look like the man hasn't slept in a week. He doesn't get a good vibe from the guy.

Castiel frowns slightly. Alfie was supposed to be his last appointment of the day. He glances down at his schedule, seeing nothing after Alfie. They do take walk-ins, but he was hoping to close up early. Business is business, though, so he pastes his customer service smile on his face.

"Hello, sir. How can I help you?" Castiel greets as the man reaches the desk.

"Hey, uh, you guys do nail trims right?" the man asks as the fur under his arm wiggles.

Castiel eyes the dog warily. It's filthy and matted. He can't even see its eyes. "Just a nail trim?" he asks, unable to stop the skepticism from dripping into his voice. He's trying not to judge, but if he just does a nail trim, this dog is going to leave his salon looking like it's never had a bath in its life.

"What?" The man looks up, surprise in his now wide eyes. He glances down at the dog and grimaces. "I guess she is pretty dirty. Do you have time for a bath? Or I could make an appointment for another day if you're busy?" He sounds unsure, looking around Castiel and probably noticing Alfie, who is awake now and watching the new arrivals.

"No, Alfie there was my last appointment for the day and he's just waiting to go home. I have time to do a bath." He watches the little dog wiggle even more, desperately trying to free itself from under the man's arm. "Who is this?" Castiel asks as he comes around the counter to get a better look at it.

"This is Baby. She's a, uh, pomchi," he replies, moving the dog to grip her under the arms, holding her out in Castiel's direction like she's a bomb. Castiel raises an eyebrow. The combination of dog breed and name don't exactly match this guy's rugged appearance, but he's heard weirder so he shrugs it off.

"Hello, Baby," Castiel says, reaching forward to pat her on the head. His hand snaps back immediately when the dog starts snarling.

"She's a little nervous around new people," the man says sheepishly.

Castiel frowns. He's seen a lot of nervous dogs, and they don't normally react quite this angrily. "I'll just go grab a leash for her." He grabs a clipboard from the desk and hands it at Dean. "Please fill this out."

He sends the man — Dean, according to his paperwork — on his way five minutes later with a promise that he'll call as soon as Baby is ready.

And that's how Castiel meets his least favorite dog grooming client.

Dean brings Baby into Castiel's grooming shop about once a month. She is absolutely, without a doubt, the meanest dog he's ever met. He's taken to muzzling her the moment Dean is out the door because he nearly had his hand ripped off one too many times during her first visit. She snarls and snaps and honestly just looks pissed the entire time she's there. And while she seems slightly more comfortable with Dean, he's caught the dog snarling at her owner a few times too. The dog is tiny, barely six pound soaking wet, but she's pure, concentrated evil.

This dog clearly got no training or proper socialization. He blames her Dean for that. He has no patience for irresponsible owners.

After six months of grooming the literal devil, Castiel finally decides to confront the guy. He doesn't care that it's unprofessional. He doesn't even care if he loses a client or gets a bad review. He's sick of this entitled dick bringing his asshole dog in. Baby has been snarling at him under her muzzle for a full hour, even now that he's completely done with her grooming and she's sitting in the bed in the corner. She sits and glares at Castiel, murder in her eyes. Castiel glares right back at her, and when the bell above the door dings, Castiel shifts his glare to the man walking in.

"Hi, I'm here to pick up B— woah, are you okay, dude?" Dean clearly takes in his glare and stops dead in his tracks, only making it halfway to the front desk.

"Your dog," Cas grits out through clenched teeth, "is the devil incarnate." He knows the anger is clear in his voice. He waits, eyes still fixed on Dean.

"I, uh," Dean stammers, hand rubbing the back of his neck, "I know she's a pain in the ass, but look man, I'm doing my best." He's looking at the floor now.

"I have to muzzle her. She's been snarling at me nonstop for an hour," he almost yells. He points behind him at the dog, not taking his eyes off Dean. "She's still snarling at me! I haven't touched her in fifteen minutes!" The dog growls slightly louder in the background, as if to prove Castiel's point.

Dean looks up, eyes wide. He looks horrified, and Castiel is actually starting to feel a little guilty. "Look, Cas, I'm really sorry, I had no idea. I can start taking her somewhere else. I'm not really a dog person—"

Castiel cuts him off. "Why the hell do you have a dog then?" He can tell that he's being too harsh, but he's just so angry.

The look on Dean's face shifts from embarrassed to sad. "She belonged to my neighbor. She passed away about six months ago, right before I started bringing Baby in to see you. She was always a little uneasy around people, but she seemed okay with me when I visited. That's why Mildred made me promise to take care of her when she was gone, but without Mildred around, Baby completely hates me." He looks Castiel in the eye, finally, eyes pleading. "I'm trying so hard to train her, but she's already eight years old and so, so stubborn. I have no idea what I'm doing."

And all of a sudden Castiel feels like a piece of shit.

He learns a lot about Dean in the next few months, and it turns out the guy isn't so bad now that Castiel doesn't feel obligated to hate him. He brings Baby in more frequently now that winter has come; apparently Baby makes a habit of walking through muddy, slushy piles of snow. Baby still hasn't warmed up to him, but he's more willing to work with her now that he feels guilty for yelling at a guy who was just trying to do the right thing.

Castiel and Dean start chatting more and more whenever Dean drops her off and picks her up, lingering a little longer with each visit. The conversation usually centers around Baby, but Castiel has learned a little bit about Dean's life as well. Dean clearly cares about Baby, even though the dog looks at him like she might kill him at any moment.

Castiel is starting to consider him a friend when Dean asks if he can help train Baby.

"I'm not a dog trainer, Dean," Castiel says, feeling sorry for the words when he sees the look in Dean's eyes. Disappointment.

"I know, but, and you're not gonna believe this, she likes you better than she likes almost anyone else," Dean says, holding up his hand when Castiel opens his mouth to protest. "I swear, it's true. And you're actually a dog person, so I thought maybe…" He sighs loudly. "You don't have to."

Cas takes in a deep breath. He ignores Baby growling behind him and says, "I'll do it."

The bright smile that breaks across Dean's face makes it instantly worth it.

That's how Castiel finds himself at Dean's house every Friday night after work. Baby actually is a little more bearable to be around when she's at home. The disdain she shows in the grooming salon shifts to mostly disinterest as long as Castiel keeps his distance. Dean's not sure that they'll ever get any training accomplished until she trusts Castiel, so they mostly just sit on the floor in the same room as her, scooting closer to her occasionally to get her more comfortable with his presence. Castiel figures that she doesn't need training as much as she needs to get used to human contact, so he's fine with the approach. Luckily, it gives them a lot of time to talk and get to know each other beyond the short conversations they've been having for months.

Things with Baby are slow-going, but after a few weeks she lets them sit within arms reach without snarling, at least until they try to pet her. It's not much, but it's progress. And he feels the progress in his relationship with Dean, as well. The first few times Castiel comes over are a little awkward, but eventually it feels as if he's known Dean forever. Maybe they had a rocky start, a slow progression toward friendship, but Cas doesn't regret how things played out. He doesn't mind that it took some time and effort to understand Dean (and Baby, for that matter). He doesn't mind that it wasn't easy.

And if sometimes Dean reaches across the floor and holds his hand, or kisses him on the cheek on his way out the door… Cas doesn’t mind that either.

#dailydestieldelights #destiel au #deancas au #deancas ficlet #destiel ficlet #my writing

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march fic recommendations

hello! so I think we all know that sometimes we don’t appreciate writers as much as we should here on tumblr. they are amazing people that write some wonderful stories for us (for free) and they put a lot of time and effort into doing so. to honor that, each month, I’m going to be posting a fic rec list with a whole bunch of stories I have recently read and loved, and that I want to share with you all. and if you find some you like? let that author know their work is appreciated!! (let’s all support authors more!)

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Hold My Girl by @captain-ariel-barnes - this one HURTS let me just tell you. it is absolutely beautiful and does a wonderful job at not only portraying bucky, but also the feeling that I'm sure a lot of couples who were split up because of wwii felt. like I said this story is amazing but it left me crying and my heart hurting - in the best way possible!

Soft by @chillingbucky - oh my goodness did this story hit home for me. for the most part, I’ve been pretty confident with my body but also have wanted to change to boost that confidence even more and then felt worse when I didn’t stick through with my new plan.this story perfectly encapsulates those feelings and it nearly brought me to tears over how incredible bucky was at comforting the reader. when I read this it was the first story I read that day and it put me in such a great mindset!!

Lifelong Love Song Series by @suz-123 - even though this is not a bucky x reader (it’s an oc), this story is beautiful and the way it portrays bucky just feels so right and so spot on. there is fluff, angst, hurt, comfort, love, everything in this story. you should definitely read this series!

The House by @softlybarnes - ahhhh!! that is what I have to say for this story because it is so darn cute! bucky just makes me swoon (as always) and there is a great relationship between him and the reader! also, now I really want to fall in love and buy a fixer-upper house with the guy I marry. overall, if you want something fluffy that is extremely well written, this is one of those stories.

Truth Hurts by @ussgallifreyfics - this story is so different than other fics that tackle this same topic, but it the best way possible! the beginning hurts, but slowly bucky starts to come into the story and it is so sweet. not only that, but there is a lot of power from within the reader, which is AWESOME! heck yeah we can rescue ourselves (but if Bucky wants to help as well, I won’t be mad lol)

Lemon Pie Series by @nacho-bucky - I have reread this series like three times already, and it is just perfection! not only do we get 40′s bucky, but we get a HAPPY BUCKY WHO SURVIVES THE WAR AND GETS TO START A FAMILY! Each chapter/snippet is just so beautifully written, and I get pulled into the story each and ever time. bucky just makes me want to swoon, and if I don’t find someone who treats me the way bucky treats the reader in this series, I do not what I will do. but, this and all cait’s stories are amazing so please go read this, it will make your day!

Thomas Shelby x Reader

If Only You Knew by @im-not-looking-for-forgiveness - while this is technically a tommy x reader story, it really focuses on the friendship between the reader and lizzie stark, which I absolutely loved! it is such a healthy change to see lizzie portrayed in a nice way instead of a bitch as she often is written in stories. we love girls supporting girls, which is this story!

My Dear Charlie by @kadwrites -again, another story that is technically tommy x reader, but focuses on a different relationship, and this time it is between the reader and charlie! what I love about this story is, it highlights the love that one can feel for a child that isn’t biologically theirs, which is just a reminder of how important it is to show our love to others and to demonstrate our appreciation to those who do love us. also, I love that this story focuses on an older charlie, which is something I haven’t really seen yet.

Matches by @rhxegals - now this one really does focus on tommy and the reader, and I adore it! we get to see the reader confront tommy and I love when the reader is his equal in the sense that neither of them stand for being lied to or being left out of things. not only that, but we also see a more vulnerable side of tommy, and we get to understand his protective side a bit more which I am also a fan of!

this drabble by @connerkennt - it is short and sweet but powerful! it really shows (again) how protective tommy is over those he loves and I adore protective tommy! (alfie also plays a role in this drabble, which is always a plus!)

John Shelby x Reader

Something Unexplained by @justauthoring - man do I love john shelby, and if you do too, this is the story for you. just the way that olivia describes how john loves the reader makes my heart absolutely gush! I don’t want to spoil anything, so you just have to read it! (and there are so many other wonderful stories on this blog to check out after you finish this one!)

Steve Rogers x Reader

Beauty and the Beast AU by @kayteewritessteve - I am so so glad I found this story when I did so that I can include it on this list! au’s are some of my favorite stories to read/write, and the fact that this is beauty and the beast and mob!steve is absolutely amazing!! kaytee does such a wonderful job with drawing you into the story and really making you feel the power and emotions of the scene! only the first few chapters are up now, but they are great!

Peter Parker x Reader

Moving On by @midtownpetey - my goodness, this one really hits right in the feels! I was tearing up throughout this entire story, because it is so beautifully written and really highlights the process of moving on when losing a loved one. it is not a graphic story, but the healing aspect, learning to move on when you feel like you can’t, that’s really what got me!

Harry Potter x Reader

Under the Stars by @lvmosity - this story is just pure fluff and it’s an actually harry potter story, which I feel like is so rare here on tumblr. anyway, I love how it’s just the reader and the golden trio worried about getting dates for the yule ball! there’s no underlying threat, just teens being teens, and harry being adorably awkward!

Scott Lang x Reader

Blue Dresses and Daises by @mypassionsarenysins - I just want to take this moment to appreciate the heck out of this story because it is absolutely amazing! not only is it a scott lang story (who is severely underappreciated! which why? he’s a dork and it’s paul rudd!) but this story is just filled with so much love that it makes me so happy and smiley. definitely a good one if you’re feeling down or you just want something extra fluffy!

Bonnie Gold x Reader

Ring Girl by @blinder-secrets - okay so I recently just got into bonnie gold stories, and man am I glad I did because this one is wonderful! bonnie is just so cute but he is also so protective over the reader, and it makes my heart swell! I love when you can feel how intense a relationship is through writing, and that’s what this is.

Roger Taylor x Reader

Hold Me Close Before I Go by @queenrogah - sobbing, just pure sobbing! well first of all, this story is slightly inspired by the song ‘so close’ from enchanted and I LOVE that song, so I was hooked from the beginning. but this story is very angsty but also mixes together so beautiful to tell this story of lost love between roger and the reader. it combines the past and the present so well, that truly tugs at your heartstrings for an emotional roller-coaster that is so worth it!

Long Distance by @dreamer821 - alright this is super long, but I promise it is so worth reading!! from the beginning, I was hooked and I got to witness this amazing story and all the love there is between roger and the reader. there is a bit of smut in this story, but the whole story really goes to show how powerful love is even when two people aren’t always near each other. it’s one of those stories that can restore your faith in love!

Laurie Laurence x Reader

Lost Love by @lotsoffandomimagines - ever since I saw little women in theaters, I have been looking for a laurie story, and this is the first one I found. oh my goodness, it is AMAZING, and I truly hope that there is a second part. but this story just draws you in and makes you fall for laurie, then comes there with that ending! I know I’m not describing this as best as I could, but trust me, the writing is beautiful and it wonderfully emotional. go read it! (also the gif of laurie is perfect!)

What I Wished I Said by @lillie-writes - do you want an angsty laurie story? well, here you go! this story is the form of the letter, and it made me tear up by the time I reached the end. it is so simple, but so heartbreaking. you can just feel how much laurie loves the reader and how much he wants to apologize, and I just wanted to find a way to hug him and comfort him. you will not be disappointed with this story!

Ransom Drysdale x Reader (Knives Out)

this drabble by @terry-perry- oh my goodness!! alright, first, I love knives out, and second, I love chris evans as ransom drysdale in that movie even though he is an asshole. however, this drabble does a wonderful job at showing a different side of ransom and how dedicated he and the reader are to their relationship!

Haunted by @et-lesailes = this is such a powerful story! now there is a trigger warning for this one so please be mindful of that but this story does a wonderful job at tackling such a difficult topic and how sometimes opening to another person can be exactly what you did. (and we also get to see more soft, non-asshole ransom which is always great!)

#march fic rec #fic rec #bucky barnes x reader #peaky blinders imagine #roger taylor x reader #peter parker x reader #laurie laurence x reader #marvel x reader #steve rogers x reader #scott lang x reader #ransom drysdale x reader #harry potter x reader

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hozier-mp3 · 4 years ago

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Chapter 9 is up! Above is Chapter 1 for those of you who haven’t read it!

Updates are Mondays and Thurdays. The times themselves will be sporadic, but usually from 12-8PM EST.

Probably one of my absolute favorites, this one! I’m super proud of it, and I hope you guys like it too!

Unfortunately, this is the last long one for a while, I think. Chapters 10-15 are a little shorter. I promise, it’s for a narrative reason. Hopefully it’ll make sense when you get there!

Summary: 26 year old Castiel has lived in The Sanctuary his whole life. He lives with two rare and strong powers in a world in which magic is illegal. His great grandparents founded The Sanctuary as a place where people with magic can live without fear of being arrested or worse. When he was 16, Cas took over The Sanctuary as its sole caretaker. Now, ten years later, he’s used to the work, and he loves and protects the people inside with a passion. One day, he’s talking with his best friend and right hand woman, Charlie when he hears a knock at his door. A man stands there, claiming to have the power of possession.

This man’s name is Dean, and when Castiel notices just how hopeless he is, he can’t help but let him into his home.

Rating: Teen And Up

Warnings: None Apply

Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Jessica Moore/Sam Winchester(mentioned), Eileen Leahy/Sam Winchester(mentioned), Kaia Nieves/Claire Novak(mentioned)

Characters: Dean Winchester, Castiel Novak, Sam Winchester, Gabriel Novak, Benny Lafitte, Anna Milton, Crowley Macleod, Michael (Supernatural), Lucifer (Supernatural), John Winchester, Alfie (Samandriel) (Supernatural), Balthazar Novak (Supernatural), Bobby Singer, Claire Novak, Kaia Nieves, Jody Mills, Donna Hanscum, Garth Fitzgerald IV, Eileen Leahy, Charlie Bradbury, Kevin Tran, Linda Tran, Amara (Supernatural)

Tags: Magic AU, magic is illegal, Technically criminals, slow burn but not, Fluff, Dramatic Irony, Angst, Lots of Angst, Descriptions of depressive episodes and mental breakdowns, Descriptions of minor panic attacks, Not a wingfic but wings are mentioned, Wing removal, Multiple Depictions of mental illness, Makeout Scenes, Angst with a happy ending, Alcohol, Alcoholic tendencies, John Winchester’s A+ Parenting, Abuse Mention(past)

Below the cut is my meager tag list. (Let me know if you want to be added!)

@larandomfangirl @darianyunidi @destielwentcanonomg and @polkadotelephants @supernatural-gay-undertones @lilac-void (Let me know if you want to be taken off!)

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clairecrive · 4 years ago

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Fanfiction tropes ranked - Tag game

Hello everyone! I saw this on yt and I thought it would be fun to this with the mutuals on tumblr <3 You can find the site where I did this, here. You can either post a screen or write it down if you can’t. However you want!

I’m going to tag some people that I know will like this but of course anyone is free to tag along!

Disclaimer: I’m going to add some notes after the screenshot to explain some things.

I’ve mainly based my ranking of the fics of that trope I’ve read.

The “YESS” category:

Historical AU --> I love them! Of any kind, for every character/pair/fandom. If written well they are a dream for me to read.

Hurt Comfort ---> I’ve put this here because for me it’s the sum of angst and fluff and we all know I love to read it. Generally speaking, if the two are well balanced I like to read it in whatever mood I’m in.

ABO--> I feel like this refers more to the werewolf pack thing. I’m not really into that nor into furry but I do have a slight daddy kink. Especially if I’m reading Alfie or Bane fics.

Time Loop --> Time travels AU are my favorite kind of fics. Nothing more to say.

Enemies to lovers and friends to lovers ---> if played well and we, as the reader, can feel their relationship evolving up to the point of love before they actually admit it to themself or the other is *chefskiss* I think about Klaroline and I can’t help but absolutely love this trope.

Crack fic --> I’ve discovered them quite late into my fanfiction experience but damn, they are an absolute rollercoaster cause literally anything can happen. Generally they made me laugh and have a plot easy to follow.

Sharing a bed, in vino veritas, huddle for warmth ---> honestly? these are the most famouse trope but damn don’t we love to keep reading them? I love them because they’re basically expedients to move the relationship a step further.

“I’m sorry but the lady at the check in said there’s only a double room available.” Fuuck

Established relationship --> now, the majority of the fics I read are about two people who meet for the first time and eventually get together. I’m not going to lie though, seeing how an established relationship work in everyday life and through whatever hardships the plot is going to put them? Love to see. It’s not that common but I like it. (And yes guys, I am talking about domestic Alfie)

Fix it fic--> YES PLEASE! Most of my favourite characters are mistreated by writers or just have a shitty ending and I’m not going to stand for it! (Yet again I’m talking about Alfie-before s5 but also after ‘cause they treat him as a secondary character but damn he’s not- and Klaus Mikealsons but also Tommy Conlon)

The “like it” category:

Crossovers---> I especially love these if they happened between two worlds not so alike. Like idk tvd and greek mythology. In fact, unashamed self promo, I have written one of those as a testament to the fact that I love them lol.

I generally like all of this tropes but it depends on how they’re written. For example: arranged marriage? Yes, I do like them but only if it happens in a healthy way. Sure, we can all agree that forcing someone to marry a dude they don’t know it’s not cool and in real life I’m definitely against it of course. However, those I’ve read (mostly with Alfie) happened in a way that the two parts were somewhat aware of it and agree to do it. And, almost at the beginning of the relationship, they set some boundaries and give the relationship a try. Am I inclined to like this trope because I think of what marry Alfie Solomons would be like? Probably. But like I said, in the way I’ve described above, they don’t feel as toxic to me. Oh and they are all set in the early 1900s so basically every marriage was somewhat arranged. Maybe that’s another important factor that makes me regard them as okay.

College AU ---> it’s been a while since I’ve read any but when I did I remember liking it. I don’t read it anymore ‘cause I am in college and they all feel a bit fake and repetitive.

I am all for canon divergence if the canon is shitty.

The “depending on mood” category:

In real life, miscommunication is literally something that I actively try to fix or avoid. I know that in fics they’re functional to the plot but I feel like it’s said and done over and over again. I’d love to see a relationship dynamic whose problem is not miscommunication that leads to infidelity. this mainly applies to films and tv series but in ffs it’s okay. Like, especially for some characters. es: Alfie, Tommy Conlon. Ronnie and even Klaus.

is pretty self explanatory. I love everyone of these tropes but I tend to read them when I’m in the mood for it. Like I’d go and search for angst or fluff and the like.

The only thing I’m going to say about the “not my thing” category it’s for the “love triangle”. Please, please, please, stop putting useless drama in a relationship like the third guy that in a Netflix film is usually played by POC actor (and it’s always better than the main character) I just- I feel like it’s over done and I’m tired to see it.

Hope you liked this, friends (and that I’ve not bored you)! Can’t wait to read yours!

@mollybegger-blog, @br0ck-eddie, @of-love-and-of-the-sea, @evelynshelby, @ashesbelle, @blueyed-one, @sopxhiea, @onl-you, @kind-wolf, @littlewollff, @deaflikehawkeye, @shadow-of-wonder, @innerpaperexpertcloud, @hardyimagines @iamkatehardy

#tag game #fanfiction #tropes #fanfic tropes #tom hardy fanfiction especcially #alfie solomons fic #my preferences

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buttmano · 5 years ago

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Request: "Sjejdhhs how the allies feel about a so who calls them by short version of their names? Like alfie or artie... that sort of thing is my shit honestly... i love your blog"

A/N: not sure how you would shorten some of their names so they're left out 🤷🏼‍♀️

Rating: Fluff as heck my dudes

England: Arthur pretends not to like it but secretly he absolutely loves when you call him Artie. No one else is allowed to call him that so you should feel extremely special being able to call him by such a nickname.

France: Francis doesn't quite like the nickname Franny but because you're the one who gave him the name he cherishes it. It holds such sentimental value for him that when he hears you say it it makes him smile even if he was crying just twenty seconds ago.

America: Alfred is rather indifferent about the nickname Alfie. It's not his favorite nor is it his worst. But he thinks it's cute when you say it and should you stop calling him it for any reason he'd do everything in his power to get you to say it again.

Canada: Matthew absolutely loves being called Mattie by you. Others have called him Mattie as a means to force feminization onto him because he doesn't appear as "masculine" as the others. But when you call him that nickname he knows you mean none of those implications.

#hetalia #aph #axis powers hetalia #axis powers ヘタリア #quetalia #aph allies #aph england #aph france #aph america #aph canada #arthur kirkland #francis bonnefoy #alfred f jones #matthew williams #character x reader #hetalia x reader #x reader #reader insert #fluff

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beautifultypewriter · 4 years ago

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For the fanfic questions themed around time: how about 🍄tomorrow🍄 as a ✨sunday✨ in 🍂October🍂? Haven't checked in for quite a while, I hope you're doing good my friend, it always makes my day to see you on my board 🌻

Hi!!!! I feel like we haven’t talked in so long! I’m fine. Hope you’re doing well! And thanks for sending some in!

tomorrow: favourite ways to write fluff?

Not sure if I’m understanding this correctly, but I’m taking it as my favorite fluff tropes (for lack of a better word). I absolutely love anything with hands, like holding hands, tracing shapes on someone’s palms, kissing their fingertips. I love it. I also really love writing about characters pressing their foreheads together or placing kisses on the other’s forehead.

sunday: how frequently do you take requests or prompts, if at all?

Hmmm. I try to take requests as often as possible, but sometimes I get overwhelmed and I have to close them. Once my inbox is empty though, I usually reopen them.

october: name the darkest or angstiest fic you have written and/or posted?

Definitely my Alfie Solomons fic Your Side of the Bed

I don’t usually write angst (it’s not really my thing, I prefer the fluffiest fluff), but every so often something pops into my brain, which is what happened with this one. The plot line of this one is very sad, but I absolutely love it.

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boogiewrites · 6 years ago

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Choking On Sapphire 56

Title & Song: Knee Socks

Characters: Alfie Solomons x Genevieve (OFC)

Word Count: 6100+

Summary: After their grand night together of confessing their feelings and officially becoming a couple, we get to see the unfiltered Alfie and Gen simply being together. Flirting, praise and future plans all over a intimate breakfast and more time spent together in bed before Gen has to go back home.

Warnings/Tags: Language. FLUFF. Romance. Explicit sexual content: oral. Shameless flirting. Sweet talking. Them finally being together and letting themselves openly be attracted and like each other. Wearing Alfie’s clothes/shirt.

**Chapter song is Knee Socks by Arctic Monkeys.*

Click on my screenname then go to Mobile Masterlist in my bio for my other works and chapters. (Had to do this since Tumblr killed links, sorry.)

A knock to the door of the bedroom wakes you both. You barely flutter your lashes before keeping them closed again.

"Yeah. Fuckin'..." he clears his throat. "Yes Magda we'll be down." he shouts before laying back down behind you, both arms wrapping around your body as you smile. He pulls you to him. "Fuckin' c'mere." he grunts out, tone playful for just having been woken up. He murmurs into your hair, kisses soon follow with pecks to your neck and shoulders where he lingers.

You move your hands to his forearms, letting out a yawn, nails raking gently across the fuzzy, solid arms that held you tight. "Lemme turn to see you." you whine, pouting still when he finally lays eyes on your sleepy face. "There's my handsome man." you coo, shutting your eyes again before your arms finish wrapping around his neck, bringing your lips together for your favorite sort of kiss. So lazy and slow in the mornings, deep grunts and groans, bodies so warm and his hot hands roaming across your back and bum.

"Mornin' gorgeous," he purrs as you pull back from the kiss, leaving your fingers in his hair, combing through the messy crown as it'd gotten so long. "Never said it before, but now I 'spose I can.” he grins, eyes only half open, hand moving from it's firm grip on your bum to pushing back your messy nest of hair. "Your hair is particularly splendid in the morning, you know 'at?" he says in a sigh.

"Particularly large and unruly." you say with a soft laugh.

"'Ats what I like 'bout it." he grumbles before giving you another kiss. "Look like some sort of fluffy, long-haired jungle cat." his deep hoarse laugh makes goosebumps break out across your skin.

"You like the wild woman look?" you inquire with a loving tone.

"Mmmph." he nods. "Reckon so." he grins, eyes finally blinking open fully. "Suits you." he adds before letting out a loud groan and shaking with a stretch. You see the half curly and half kinked curls fall across your chest and stomach, you'd just have to take his word that unkempt was attractive on you. "Would you like breakfast, love?" he asks, scratching his head and looking down at you.

"Yes, I'm starving." you say, following his lead and taking a long, indulgent stretch ending in a squeak.

He rises from the bed and in the light of the early morning you get to see him move in all his glory. Tattoos across his arms and shoulders, shifting as the lean muscle moved, pushing himself off the bed and followed down to the bulky arse and thighs of him as he moved to pick up your dress from the floor, laying it across a chair before opening his wardrobe to put on pants.

"Should I wear that to breakfast?" you say with a laugh, pointing to your dress.

"Nah, nah." he shakes his head and hand, tossing your underwear at you, then one of his loose linen shirts. He shuffles through a drawer to throw a pair of thick socks at you. You lay back and shimmy into the clothing, only clasping a few buttons on the shirt as you rest of the end of the bed as he runs his fingers through his hair to slick it back in the mirror. "Don't get up yet, sweetheart." he wags a finger at you as you start to stand.

Your brows raise in question, watching him move to the door.

"Got a surprise." he says with a mischievous grin before opening the door.

It clicks open and you hear a snort from the other side. The huge wrinkly head of a mastiff pokes through much to your surprise. You both lock eyes and freeze. He doesn't seem sure what to do with this strange lady in his owner's bed and you don't know what to do with this gigantic dog in your boyfriend's bedroom. He looks to Alfie curiously for direction.

"Go on, say 'ello to Genny." he says, motioning his hand in your direction. The big pup's ears perk up at your name a soft snort coming from him as you lower your hand for him to sniff.

"Hello there." you say in a soft, friendly tone. You must smell slightly like Alfie, as he lets out a loud snorf sound, his big jowls puffing out before he started licking your hand. "You got a dog?" you ask with a smile as he moves closer to you for you to pet him. You gently start with his head.

"His name's Cyril." he says, his head tilted and watching the large beast start to lick at your knee as your long nails scratched his head.

"Oh he likes this just like his papa," you say with a laugh, now using both hands to give him a good solid scratch to both sides of his neck. "Hello Cyril," you say sweetly, his tail starts to wag. "Did you keep an eye on Alfie while I was away? Was he a good boy like you're being right now?" the magic words cause his back half to wiggle back and forth.

"He's happy to finally meet the woman I've been jabbering about I'd say." he huffs out with a laugh, crossing his arms and watching you both. Cyril lunges to put his paws up on the bed and you test his lack of personal space by giving him a kiss to the head. He seems to like it as he licks your face in return.

"Has he been talking about me?" you ask him in a baby talk tone, pouting your lips at him. "Nice things I hope," you say to the now rather content looking dog. "You're a very handsome pup Cyril." you compliment him, smooshing his face just slightly. "A little drooly but very sweet boy aren't you?" you coo and his lower half starts to wag back and forth aggressively and you laugh, giving him a kiss to the head again. "He's very well behaved." you return your eyes to Alfie who's looking at you with a content expression, similar to his dogs.

"Eh." he shrugs. "He's showin' off 'cause there's a lady in the house I bet. After you leave he'll go back to being a pain in the arse I'm sure." he says grumpily but you know he's only kidding. "You wantin' to eat now, love?" he asks, pulling the door open further. "Oh yes please." you say giving Cyril one last scratch to his back before Alfie takes your hand and lead you down the stairs.

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"I knew when I saw you walk in that door you had to be the Genevieve he's been talking about." the older maid says with a smile and a little bow as you walk into the kitchen. Cyril moves to curl up next to the fire, entirely unbothered by your presence.

"Don't be selling me out so quickly Magda." he gruffs out with an easy-going smile.

"Oh, she knows how much you like her if you got her to spend the night. I'm not giving anything away she doesn't already know." she says dismissively.

"Seems you have an Aggie as well?" you smirk and say quietly.

"Aye. Magda was with me before me house burnt down." he nods.

"Ah. Then I won't feel funny saying my apologies for what you'll have to hear coming from that bedroom then." you say with a laugh.

She returns it in full. "I just want him in a better mood." she shrugs.

"I do seem to have an effect on him in such a way." you grin.

"Don't talk about me like I'm not fuckin' here. Bunch of cackling hens." he gruffs out.

"You're still the head of the house my dear." you say with an obvious and playful tone. "But now I'm the neck that turns that head." you giggle and Magda nods approvingly. You kiss the top of his head as he sits at the head of the table. "Where's the loo down here?" you ask, realizing with the cold of the open space sinking in and making you need to pee.

"Down the hall, on the right." she says cheerfully. As soon as she hears the door click shut she looks to Alfie. "I like her." she grins.

"Of course ya do. She's lovely." he says with a smug half-smile.

"I can see why you were so distraught over her. It'll be nice to have another woman around to keep you in line."

"You worry 'bout your own lines there." he wags his finger at her.

"She is very pretty." she lilts in approval.

"Fuckin' gorgeous that one is." he says proudly.

"And yours now I take it?" she smirks.

"She foolishly agreed to such an idea." he huffs out a laugh.

"Good. You need a wife with a good head on her shoulders. She's funny, that's rare in a girl so pretty you know."

"You think I don't fuckin' know that?" he says shaking his head. "There's a reason I've not married before ya know."

"All daft. Head in the clouds or up their arse. Helpless and hopeless. Gold diggers or spies." she says dramatically waving a spoon with her rather spot-on impersonation of him.

"You've been workin' on that impersonation innit ya?" he grins, looking at the paper.

"You caught me." she laughs.

You enter the room, smoothing the ends of the shirt down over your thighs.

"What ya think you're doin'?" he asks with an angry inflection, your eyes going wide and looking over the other side of the table at him.

"Uh...sitting?" you say obviously.

"Not there, no." he shakes his head, his hand reaching out across to you. You take it and he brings you around the table, patting his thigh with his hand. "Here's your seat." he says with a stern face. You're thoroughly enjoying this new side of Alfie. Pretending to be hard and serious but being an absolute darling.

"Oh but of course. How silly of me." you smirk and sit across his lap, he easily hoists you up and gets you comfortable, one arm around your waist.

"I'll forgive the first indiscretion." he says, eyes returning to the newspaper as your fingers play in the ends of his hair.

"You can't fault me for sin when it's acted out upon in ignorance." you give him a coy smile before he turns his head.

"Yeah you 'ave been studyin' innit ya?" he grins, grumpy facade breaking.

"Apparently not well enough after what I let you do to me last night." you whisper into his ear and he snorts out a laugh.

"Yeah that'll put a damper on some of your favorites won't it?" he grins, showing all his slightly crooked but somehow still proportional teeth.

"It'd take God himself to keep my mouth off of you darling." you coo, a cheeky smile, and a low chuckle rolls out of your mouth before you kiss him.

"Trouble. That's what you are." he scolds, looking up at you from under his heavy brow. You let out a laugh as he bounces you on his leg, a quick kiss to your neck before he thanks the maid for the plate of food. He hands you a piece of toast and jam, he takes a bite of a hard-boiled egg. After you finish your toast he hands you a fork and you pick away at the vegetables, him spooning away at the beans. You'd never eaten such a way with someone before but you found the experience rather bonding and you knew eating breakfast alone at home wasn't going to be nearly as enjoyable, or warm.

You sip at a cup of tea, him with coffee, both looking at the paper. "Oh look there's going to be a fashion parade in town." you say with surprise.

"Fashion parade?" he says with a wrinkle of his nose.

"Yes, designers have women wear their clothes, they show them off, it's like a party but you watch women walk around in different dresses. I've not been to one since Paris." you say tapping the section of the paper you were referring to. "You've seen the girls getting photographed outside the races in the big fancy dresses, prancing around the promenades and what not?"

"Yeah."

"Well, they're paid to be there to model the clothes. Draw interest in the pieces and the designers."

"Huh." he says, sucking his teeth with the realization. "I'd never given a second thought to it before. Had to be more concerned with what's going on inside the tracks."

"You stick to this section." you tap the list of upcoming races. "And I'll handle this section." you grin as he looks up at you and you tap the announcements. "And we'll have everything covered won't we?" you give him a charming smile and look back down to him.

"Proper teamwork there, sweetheart." he practically purrs as you lean down to kiss him. "We've been together not even half a day and you've already taught me somefin' new. Brilliant little bird." he gives you a cheeky smile and a small smack to your bum. "All them designers should just have you wear their clothes and they'd be swimmin' in money." he praises.

"On the contrary I've been told I'm too top heavy for the samples they have." you shrug, it wasn't an insult to you, merely a statement of fact. You had everything tailored and it'd never made much of a difference to you if you modeled clothing or not, you had other things to do.

He sits his cup down, nostrils flared as his brow lowers and he looks up at you. "Too fuckin' what? Too bloody top heavy? Fuckin' ridiculous!" he says offended enough for the both of you. "They are simply too light in the head if you ask me. Knob heads! Nuffin' wrong with these a'tall!" he defends you to no one and it would charm the pants off you if you were wearing any. "What's that even supposed to fuckin' mean? Who was talkin' out their arse 'bout you, luv?" he says with pouted lips to console you.

"Top heavy. Meaning I suppose I'm not delicate and slight enough for their standards." you shrug and make an indifferent face.

He's shaking his head in disbelief and you're trying not to laugh at his anger. "Bollocks to 'em darlin'." he gruffs out. "Absolute bellends, they are." his voice rumbles in his chest. "Why be delicate when ya can be drop dead fuckin' gorgeous?" his tone changes to the velvety smooth troublemaker that you adore.

"I'm not bothered by it now and I wasn't then." you smile and bath your lashes, seeing his profile as he huffs out his nostrils. "But you all mean and miffed... defending me is rather... titillating." you giggle and stick yor tongue out between your teeth just slightly.

"Mmmph." he grunts, twitching his nose, eyes narrowed and up to no good. He turns his face so it's level with your chest. His hand moves from the paper and cups his hand on your breast. "You think you're clever don't you?" he raises a brow at you and you grin, a laugh shaking your chest and his hand moves to unbutton the shirt to slide his warm hand underneath to soft fabric to reclaim its place on your body.

"I know I'm clever." you say with pouted lips and wide eyes that are playing innocent all too well.

A low laugh rumbled in his chest, a kiss placed to your chest. "And 'at's why I have to keep you all to meself." his voice more breathy now, another longer kiss to between your breasts as his thumb swipes across your nipple. "It confounds me as to how someone could think these weren't... aesthetically pleasing somehow," he speaks softly and shakes his head between your breasts in support of his statement. He hums, kisses moving onto the breast he held in his hand. He holds it firmly, kissing around your nipple and taking his time. "Didn't get enough time with these last night," he grunts. "Could spend all day with my mouth on these big fuckin' tits, Gen." his voice lowers, you hear that familiar thunder of need coating his words. He groans, lost in his own thoughts, you stroke his hair and he grazes your hardened nipple with his nose.

"I wouldn't oppose that plan of action." you let out in a breathy sigh.

"Mmmph." he grunts, lips placing light kisses to the nubs now. "I actually wanted to ask if you wanted to go out tonight." he doesn't stop his light teasing touches as he speaks.

"To where love?" you sigh out.

"My club." his voice is dark and even.

"A date?" your voice lilts.

"Take you out and proper court you, love." he looks up, eyes meeting yours. "What ya say? You can go home and get all tarted up for your Alfie. I'll pick you up and I can make every man in London jealous." he grins.

"You certainly know how to persuade me." you smile and kiss his forehead. "Of course I'll go. Lovely idea, that." you reply cheerfully.

"We'll get overpriced wine, we'll dine... we'll soixante-neuf."

You let out a laugh your chest covering his entire face as your press it together and he moans with you enveloping his face in it, letting his eyes roll back and shut. In the midst of this mild physical assault with his favorite body parts of yours, it couldn't be helped by him to remember his worry about someone else making you laugh like this. He sighs contently, your lingering lavender smell filling his nostrils, his arms wrapping around you. That was his laugh now and he got to be the cause of it. He'd adored the sound and look of it before but this has to be his favorite invocation of it. "I don't believe the rhyme works when you switch the language, Alfie." He's thoroughly tickled you and you kiss his head. "Although it is the proper version." you praise again. "You're funny, Fie." you coo and the praise goes straight to both of his heads.

"Innit nothin' funny 'bout my intentions." he gruffs out, words mumbles from the grip you had on him. You move your arms so you aren't smothering him but he whines, brow furrowed and putting your arm back where it was. "Leave me here to smother love, let a man die how he wishes." he jokes, you see the rising of his cheeks from a smile.

"Sounds as if you wished to smother between my thighs instead." you smirk, fingers moving through his hair.

"Also a death I would gladly accept." he starts kissing you again, pressing into the soft roundness of you. "Smothered by the soft lips of your cunt." you see his eyes roll behind their lids, you could feel him getting hard under your thighs as he was getting himself worked up at the thought. "That peach of an arse bouncin' and breaking' my fuckin' neck." his fingertips press into the body parts he speaks of.

"You don't have to wait until tonight to be buried in that soft, juicy peach you know." you smirk down at him despite his shut eyes. "You get to have me whenever you want me now, Alfie." you whisper into his ears and he groans again before moving his mouth to your nipple and sucking away at it. "And HOWever you want." At this point, you just want to egg him on. You'd missed his touch so terribly and you wanted more of it before you left. You could tell the idea of you being his was something that was really doing it for him and it didn't not do it for you, per se, but how much he was enjoying it certainly made you more open to the verbal restating of how you belonged to one another.

"Every way Gen." he pants out, tongue circling your nipple outside his mouth. "Any way." he moans before sucking hard again.

"Then let's go back to bed and you can take what's yours," you whisper, a deep grunt of approval huffed out against your breast. "And I can have what's mine." you move your hand to squeeze his thigh.

He kisses up your neck to your lips, your hand moving to his chest, fingers slipping under his shirt. "Get up before I end up taking you on this fuckin' table." he snarls playfully, biting your lower lip. You let out a feminine laugh as you quickly hop off him, and he moves after you. His hands grab at your thighs and bum as you scurry up the stairs. You turn with a smile and a laugh as he pushes the door shut behind him, not looking back.

He holds the back of your head, kissing you hard, a hand moving quickly to your thigh and hoisting it up, running up under the hem of his shirt. "What business you got lookin' better in a man's shirt than I do?" he gruffs out, moving you to the edge of the bed.

"I prefer to wear nothing at all... or you." you say matter of factly as he kisses your neck. He gives a sharp slap to your arse.

"Get on that bed and get in your favorite thing to wear then," he orders a playful bit to your shoulder to punctuate his point. You let out a low chuckle as you crawl up the bed, giving him a show as you take off the shirt, rolling to your back, feet in the air to pull off the wool socks first, then sliding your underwear towards your feet, your dark thatch of hair framed between your thighs as he licks his lips and sheds his clothes before stalking onto the bed after you. He bites and sucks at your legs before moving past you and you watch him lay on his back towards the head of the bed. "C'mere and let me wear my favorite thing." he beckons you with both hands and you crawl up his body. "Get up here, luv." his voice oozing with a gritty masculine nature. "and lemme wear ya like a fuckin' crown." he snarls slightly and you can feel the shudder travel down your body.

You give him a wicked grin, deciding to stand and give him a little show for how his words turned you on. You stand over his face, hands on your breasts and one moving between your legs. You can see his nose twitching, hands rubbing up and down your calves. "Should I have a seat on my throne?" you ask, same sexy smile in place, your tongue running across your teeth.

"My wicked little queen." he groans, hands pushing the back of your knees, dropping you to either side of his face. You push your hair to one side, the wild mess it still was. He huffs out his nostrils and kisses noisily and bites your inner thighs.

Your hands move to the hair at the crown of his head as nuzzles his way between your lips. Tongue wide and lapping, causing you to shut your eyes, a breathy exhale as you tightened your grip on his hair and he lets out a satisfied grunt. "Your hair is the perfect length for me to pull now Fie." you sigh out, giving his head a little shake and you feel his deep laugh rumble across your sex. "Queen's orders you can't cut your hair." you smile to yourself. "I like it too much like this."

"As her Majesty orders." he mumbles out, coming up for air before diving back in again. His hands held your hips tight, roaming over your cheeks and thighs, grasping and pulling tightly as his fingertips left white trails in their wake with their pressure.

"Fuck, I forgot how good you are at this." you whine, your hands on your chest and tweaking your nipples.

"It's easy when you taste so sweet." he grins, sucking a mark on your inner thigh. "You're so fuckin' French love... your cunt tastes like lavender." he smirks to himself, looking up at you with dark eyes.

"Stop being cheeky and get back to my flower, Fie." you bite your lip in amusement at him, pushing his head back into you with a firm grip in his hair. He laughs and licks against you. He gives a firm slap to your bum in appreciation for your playfulness. You close your eyes and put your hands into his hair, scratching down to the scalp and drawing long groans out of him. You rock your hips back and forth, feeling the delicious build as he circled, lapped, flicked and probed every bit of your warm pink flesh eagerly.

"Did you miss this little cunny Alfie?" you ask with a smug grin, a throaty moan, a firm slap and shake of your cheeks as he nips at your clit and you giggle and tense at the sensation. "I certainly missed sucking your cock." you purr, lip bitten in a mischievous expression, another spank, a broad tongue spreading you apart and licking hole to hole to clit, you can hear him panting, sucking and moaning and you let out a cry for his enthusiasm. You lean back, feet back to being planted on the bed as you swing your leg over him.

"Where the fuck do you think you're goin'?" he asks with what could be real anger, you weren't entirely sure, to be honest.

"Have some patience, handsome," you say softly, turning and facing the other way, as he huffs and moans at the sight of you bent over in front of his face. More firm slaps and grabs, open mouth kisses to the back of your thighs, over your now dripping center and back again. "Because I have none." your voice drops, hand wrapping around him and pulling him towards your mouth as you kitten lick away at him.

He grunts and bucks his hips. "Get yer fuckin' mouth around me so I can bury my face in 'is." he orders with another slap and you smirk, humming around his head as he shifts to pile pillows behind him to push himself up to bury himself in you. You didn't line up perfectly but that wasn't about to stop you two.

He feels you shudder, fingers holding you open as he targets your clit and you take him down as far as you can, his hips pushing to make up the difference. With both your mouths busy, broken moans soon start building between you. His hips start slower and work faster as you gasp for breath and swear as you pop off him to give him a few good hard tugs and give his balls a light squeeze. The rumble he sends into you as you makes you take him down again. You greedily slurp him up, hands working at the base of him and kneading at his thick thighs.

Your throat relaxes and he feels you let out a deep guttural sound, your thighs spreading farther apart. "Ya close love?" he asks between broad licks against your clit.

"Yes, use your fingers." you slide him out of your mouth, your hand picking up the slack. "Fuck." you let out in long drawn out groan as he does as you ask. You latch back around him, moving faster. His fingers fill you up and your eyes roll back and you push him farther back into your throat.

"That greedy mouth of yours is gonna finish me quick, Gen." he rests his head back for just a moment to moan out the words before burying his face again.

"Good." you say harshly, acting out of the accusations of greed he'd growled at you. You suck at him, hand tighter, tongue swirling, his hips bucking deeper.

"Fuckin' 'ell." his eyes squeeze shut, his thumb moves to circle your clit as he pants for air. You feel his exhales hot and fast against your skin. With his free hand, his gives you a hard spank. "Fuck yes, luv. Ungh." his hips stutter but you're already ready for him. "Yes... you fuckin'... unf... I'm gonna come." his hand grips your hips painfully tight and you relish in it.

You don't respond, you keep doing exactly what got you to this point as he strains and groans, grunts with every thrust as he coats your mouth with him. You swallow him down without hesitation, slowing your movements and gently raking your nails across his balls as he shudders, sliding your hands to his thighs and doing the same. His head is still back panting for air, his thumb barely moving haphazardly over your clit as he's lost himself. You sit up, holding the one hand of his that was already at your hip and reaching back and grabbing the other, holding them to you as you bounce your bum on his face.

"I didn't waste a drop like a good little girl now where's my reward?" you say in a bossy tone, wiggling your hips back and forth on his face as he moans again and gets back to work immediately. Tongue warm and wet, dragging across your swollen bud in indulgent strokes. His sounds of enjoyment don't cease, hand flexing and struggling at first, before accepting your dominance and giving in to thread his fingers through yours. It doesn't take him long to get you there with you only focusing on yourself. As your hands start to shake, your moans rising in pitch he breaks free from your grasp and reaches up to grab your chest, fingers quick and twisting your nipples, pushing you fully onto his face.

Being held in place you start to get the feeling in waves, "Fuck... Alfie yes... yes." you cry out, body tensing and thighs shaking as he murmurs something out in appreciation, giving your tits a squeeze as he makes you come. Your hands rest on his hips, raising up to not smother your new partner, hips still wiggling with aftershocks. He nips at your thighs, open mouth kisses to the creases between them and hands massaging your hips.

You'd like to collapse on him but you decide not to, throwing your leg up and letting yourself roll onto your back next to him, a hand placed on his calf, fingers lightly rubbing the fuzzy surface to show your appreciation despite your sudden but passing tiredness.

"And now..." he gruffs out, rolling and crawling over to you, holding himself up over you as you look at him with satisfied half-lidded eyes. "I'll still be able to give you a proper fuckin' seein' to tonight." he grins as you wick away moisture from his beard with a content sigh.

"Already planning ahead." you let out a soft laugh. "Clever lad." you smile and he leans down to kiss you.

"The thought of when I can get my hands on you again is never far from my mind, darling." you hum and smooch away at each other. "More importantly, I gotta plan so these old bones can keep up with you." he laughs, laying on his side and you turn towards him.

"Nothing old about that bone of yours, Fie." you chuckle.

"Nah but the knees... the back... the fuckin' hips... them's another story." he says with a raised brow and you plant another kiss on him.

"I'll just have to bring my oils with me tonight then." you coo. "Give you a nice long rub down, yeah?" you beam at him. "Been too long since I've done it anyway." your fingers play in his beard.

"I couldn't agree more. You keep me greased up and you might get another year or two out of me." he kids, a deep chuckle radiating out that makes you want to swoon.

"You're not even forty yet Alfie, don't sell yourself short." you scold gently. "Besides, you still make me quiver like a virgin when you're on your back. I think I'll get more than few years out of you."

"You plannin' ahead now, eh?"

"I am now." your shrug defensively. "I'm yours now Alfie." your voice turns softer, snuggling up to his chest. "I plan on having many years with you."

"And I you, love." he sighs out, a kiss to your fingers. Although longevity wasn't something he'd much considered before, he realizes he must now. He would have to work on his recklessness, his temper to dare others to kill him. Having you meant more than just having someone to fuck and care for now, it meant he had to involve you in his life. And so now was when the real work began. ------ You walk in the door to your home. Aggie was waiting with clasped hands and the biggest smile you've ever seen and Claire wearing a very smug smirk with her arms crossed. You stand in silence a moment, trying to hide the giddiness you felt, but your facade breaks and you start to laugh and they join you in mere seconds.

"SO?!" shouts Aggie, handing off your coat.

"I can smell the sex on you from here." Claire chuckles.

"Well there's a reason for that." you snort.

"Are you together? What happened?" Aggie interjects.

"Yes, Agatha, yes. We're together now. A proper couple." you say with a smile and roll of your eyes.

"Oh heaven's yes!" she says in a growly cheer and a strong head nod of enthusiasm. "I did it! I can't believe I did it!" she claps her hands.

"And now I need you to draw me a bath and put the salts and everything soothing and fragrant in it because I've got a date tonight."

"Hell, already?" Claire laughs.

"Yes, already. His idea. Wants to take me out and show me off." you say with a shy smile and raised shoulders.

"Look at you. Like a school girl." Aggie pats your cheek before moving to your room.

"Feel like a school girl, to be honest." you say with wide eyes.

"So... I see no ring... so he didn't jump the gun." Claire says with a low tone.

"Nah, no, nothing like that." you shake your head. "Handled it beautifully really," you say in a sigh. "Apologized, told me he wanted me to be his and he to be mine. Just... lovely."

"Speaking of love?" she tilts her head, wondering if he'd followed her advice.

"Oh no, no... 'i love yous'" you say with a sheepish look.

"What's that look for?"

"Well, I...I mean..." you shrug.

"Uh huh." she grins.

"It would've been too much, I think to have said it. I just wanted to enjoy it all. I love you is so... heavy." you say more seriously. "Not that I..." you look up and shrug. "I mean I..." you blush and let out a huff of a laugh.

"Yeah... you love him you little tart." she moves to hug you.

"Ah fuck. Here we go." you laugh and take a deep breath, tears hitting your eyes.

"Fucks sake." Claire laughs and wipes your cheeks. "Hopeless you two. You'll be married within the year. I'm putting my money down right now."

"You really think so? That's even heavier." you say with a low laugh and raised brows.

"It is but you love each other. And you're both loaded and crazy," she says only half joking. "Most would have been married already but you two are odd ducks."

"Me... married." you make an exhausted expression, blowing out noisily from your lips. "We live complicated lives and marriage has lots of consequences for even common people. But with us, I mean, getting married would be a lot of paperwork and lawyers and... ugh, the other men we work with. What would they think? Christ, what would they do?"

"Send over compensatingly large amounts of congratulatory flowers." she says dismissively, not wanting you to get worked up over something that hadn't even been set into motion yet. "There's only one person that you might want to think about, unfortunately, and how he'll react." she says more seriously.

"Who's that?"

"Your father."

"Ugh." you stick out your tongue in disgust.

"What's he going to do when he finds out you're marrying a Jewish man? And such a proud, outspoken one like Alfie Solomons? Of all of them to choose from."

"You know what Claire? I don't know." you say with a frown. "But more importantly, I don't fucking care."

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Raisin’ a Lil’ Criminal full of love. An AmeCan/CanAme Family series

Fandom: Hetalia

Gender: Comedy, Family, Fluff, Hurt, Comfort, Drama,slice of life

Rating: PG (Just in case)

Pairing(s): AmeCan/CanAme

Characters: America (Alfred F. Jones) Canada (Mathieu Williams) Molossia (Robert Jones)

Word count: 1029

Warning: aside of my humor none...maybe just maybe Mpreg

Notes: I tell ya i’ll post an history like this...this is the first chapter, next chapters may get angsty... Kid!Molossia likes mafia movies and is a cinnamon roll maybe Mpreg...maybe...Canon! AU More or less

Robert walked, more like run to his parents’ bedroom making sure to make absolute no noise, it was a superpower of his

He was wearing his Favorite sleeper, the ones with Mexican “Dia de los muertos” skullheads, his the godfather pajamas (black and red long pants pjs, his daddy adapted for him putting bullet holes prints all over the pants sleeves, and a picture of The soprano father on the shirt) that were his favorite, and with his excited expression, it was fair…today was his 10th birthday

Robert stepped next to the door, he learned long ago, the hard way to knock before entering his parents’ bedroom…no need to explain he was simply kockin’ before enterin’ from now on

He knocked…no answer…he knock again a bit louder, still no answer 5 min more than enough for him, he opened the door, with a hand covering his innocent eyes, no noises or anything so he looks…his parents were sleeping next to each other on their big bed. He walked by their side and knowing how important is for dads is to sleep he do what any intelligent 10 year old would do

He steps in the other side of the room, then runs all the way to the bed, gives a double jump and falls right in between his dads, now very awake

Good mornin’, Buddy.-Alfred said fixing his neck, his soft mane of hair all messed up, wearing a nothing but his superman Boxers his tattoos with Robert baby face, and his military tattoos where like a pair of sleeves a light Shirt

GRRRR.-Matthieu grunted from the other side of the bed, he was not a morning person at all…not even now that he was a parent

Oh come on Mommy wake up! Alfred teased with kid-ish voice

GRRRRRRRRRRRRR.- Matt was not on mood for this, it was acceptable and even adorable when his baby call him that way, yet when Alfred does it I was not funny…it was annoying

Matthieu raised and His lover and son (barely) hold their laughs, his feather like hair was all over his face and it was like having a Persian cat on his head, Mattie cracked his back, wearing Alfred’s oversized sweater and a Boxer with maple leaves

Good morning! Sweetheart, how are you?-he asked after pulling all his hair back

I’m great. You guys remember what day it is, right?

Let me see…Oh it’s the day your Father remembers to clean the garage? Matthieu asked

No! Is the day your “Mommy” does that thing with me…the one he does with no one else…when he opens his mouth and takes the full thing on?

ALFRED!!! Matthi thought he’ll die of blushing, and how his alfie could say those things in front of their baby

That’s right when he makes us pancakes with choco chips and ate like an anaconda eats a cat.-al said

No.- Robert said laughing.- is that time of the year again

Your father’s annual shower.- Matt teased annoyed

If you join me in…in fact let’s take a family shower.- Alfred proposed

No…Robert was having quite enough of this.- the day your sad lives turned good cause you found exactly what you needed…

The Toaster that also makes waffles.- the two joked

No, morons. My birthday, you so stupid.- Robert got enough

Oh well this morons, may not give ya your present you know ‘cause we’re so stupid.- Alfred said playing of course

Robert was allowed to said things like that from time to time, in his birthday more

No please, I’m sorry I swear

Fine now lil’ hero.- Alfred said

Happy birthday my baby…ten years already…oh my god you grew so fast.- Matt was simply moved

Happy ‘day son, Ten years you don’t reach there every day, at this speed soon you would not be my sidekick any more, but your own hero…Alfred added

Alfred analyzed his words, the last part was harder to said that expected…he was feeling old for his boy

So you want Birthday Breakfast, Champ-oo.- Matt asked

I want…but can I open my gift first?

Of course, buddy.- Al and Matthie said at the same time

Robert’s daddies take him to the garage; Alfred carried him on his back. Matthieu opened the door

Damn! This place is dirty as hell. Al said

Ha-ha, Alfie I never regret marrying you! Matt said with a smile thought his voice sound a bit like angry

Ok, cover your eyes Baby bear!

Yes Super daddy.- Robert said to Alfred, super dad was the nickname for Alfred

Fine open then now.- Matthieu said

NO WAY! A new Bike

Robert smiled in awe marveled by a new and hot bike of big boy, black with red and fluorescent green, for mountain track and it was all his

Yes, you see super papa convinced mo---I mean daddy that your ol’ bike was kinda small for a ten year old boy

Wow thanks dads

Yes, Robbie, but how is it said I French.- Matt asked

Ah oh ok…Oh Merci Papa, Merci Mama for…le Biciclette…

Fine then I guess.- Matthieu allowed

Yeah, Gotta go fast to brag with my friends

B-but were your protections, they are here! Look.- matt said pointing out a fine set of helmet and protections pads

Do I have?

Yes, you have

He’ll look like a nerd.- Alfred said and with Robbie they put puppy eyes

No, you have to

OK Daddy…

He put then on, they weren’t so bad, they got broken bones on them

He jumped on his bike go take a ride through the block

Fine, We’ll make ya some breakfast.- Alfred shout

Yay, Chocochips Pancakes and bacon.- Robb screamed in between laughs from distance

Sure buddy, maybe some Scrammed eggs and Choco marshmallow cereal

He’s your son, No doubt.-Mathieu concluded

Yeah, he’s such a good boy, and handsome like me

We have the same face…

Yeah…

He makes our lives better

Thanks…alfred suddenly said

For what?

For givin’ me a son…

They hugged and take a look at the Micronation riding his bike at the end of the block with a huge smile and a sweet face…they were just so lucky no doubt of that

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whentommymetalfie · 7 years ago

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your recent story absolutely amazed me i loved it so much!! you are so talented i have no words, i loved so many moments in it, it was a lovely mix of angst and fluff, i mean the shouting match with the ‘because i love you’ and then alfie thinking he wanted to hit tommy (phew) but then the end bit with them by the fire and the blanket then the cutest ending with alfie carrying tommy up to bed, honestly just well done!! hope you’re having a good day

Wishing you a great Sunday, and thank you for the sweet message xxx

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boogiewrites · 6 years ago

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Choking On Sapphires 42

Title & Song: Dreams

Characters: Alfie Solomons x Genevieve (OFC)

Word Count: 5400+

Summary: Genevieve has another dream and realizes her feelings for Alfie and sees trouble on the horizon. She seeks out advice from the person she trusts the most. She receives bad news, but makes the best of it.

Warnings/Tags: Language. Angst. Fluff. Explicit Sexual Content.

**Chapter song is Dreams by The Cranberries.**

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My Masterlist. (Includes Parts 1-41)

You awake to the warm hands of Alfie on your clammy, sweat covered skin. He'd slept in your bed again after the usual Friday night of habit of sleeping together, which you welcomed now. And after waking up from a dream like the one you just had, you found yourself especially thankful he was there.

"Shhh, luv, it's just a dream innit?" you hear his voice soft and deep as his hand pushes back your hair, an open palm on your stomach, as your chest started to ease in it's heaving. But it wasn't always "just" dreams with you, was it? He forgets it was your dreams like this that are the reason he's still alive. Although this one was far easier to interpret than the previous ones you'd had about him.

You were standing on a beach. It was cold and you could feel the salty sea wind biting at your bare skin, feeling vulnerable and raw. You see your mother, your brothers, and sisters by the water together. Your heart leaps at the sight, as you hadn't seen them in so long and you start to move forward. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Alfie walking beside you, it was a lovely scene. You were excited to have him meet your family, you felt warmer as soon as you noticed him. But then appeared your father. He was like a great wall, a force that pummeled icy air upon you, separating you from your family. You want to scream and yell and attack, but you can't. He's in your face, teeth gnashing and spit hitting your skin. You feel small, frightened just like you had when you left home and you start to cry. He hits you across your face, followed by shoves and grabbing your hair and shoving you to the ground. Just like he had the night you left home. He shakes you and hits you against the wall he'd created with his appearance, separating you from Alfie. You look to the confused man and try to run towards him, the only thing besides your father with his hand around your throat that you can see, your head being knocked back against a hard surface. You call out for him and reach and fight and grasp at nothing but he's just out of reach. Your father turns, seeing that he's there and starts to pull you away by the waist. You can't get out of his grasp. Your fathers screaming at Alfie, throwing threats and telling him how you aren't worth the trouble, you're just a broken little girl who lives under his rule and he can't be with you. His insults then turn to Alfie himself and you fight back. You fight with all you have, but he keeps pulling you away from him. You think you might have hurt him enough to free yourself, feeling your body falling, and that's when Alfie's presence in real life snaps you out of the dream.

So you're gasping on your back, wide-eyed, face wet with sweat and tears. You hold your hands up to see them, they're shaking and Alfie takes them in his.

"C'mere, sweetheart," he whispers, pulling you into his chest, wrapping his arms around you as you come down from the trembling mess of a girl the dream had turned you into. He shushes you, face buried in your hair at the top of your head. You put your hands on his chest and feel his warmth, his heartbeat and you try not to cry. You're angry at yourself for the dream, for letting your father have this effect on you and your life. "I've got you, Gen, hush now, luv, nothin' gonna get ya while ya, while I'm here, is it?" he says in a warm, smooth voice that washes over you like a heavy blanket. You found yourself believing his comforting words. You move your arms around him, pressing your face against his chest, fingertips gripping into his back as you hold onto him like an anchor to reality. He continues shushing and cooing at you, kissing the top of your head as you settle, and eventually, you do. He asks no questions and demands nothing, just strokes your hair and bare skin lovingly until the both of you fall back asleep. ---------------- Alfie had gone out to the city, only after you gave him the go-ahead to do so after the state you'd woken up in. He said if you were too shaken he'd be happy to stay, it was only a few things that he had to do that'd help the workload of the next week move smoother.

His willingness to stay if you needed him and his reaction to the vulnerability you'd unwillingly shown make your chest ache. But not in the sorrowful way that you were used to. You watch his car leave down the drive, chewing your thumbnail in thought. This had gone beyond your original intention, hadn't it?

"Fuck." you swear out loud to only yourself in your bedroom, shaking your head. "You silly, silly girl. What have you done?"

You sit in the comfiest chair in your room by the fire, the autumn air starting to chill you even in the daytime. You pull your thick dressing gown around you and settle in, placing a phone call. There had only ever been one man previously in your life that you'd always trusted and you knew loved you and would never do you any harm. That was your uncle Altar. And seeing as you've found yourself in dire need of good advice, you call your favorite man in the world, the only man that had ever been a father to you.

"Surely the operator is lying, no way my little Lily is calling me out of nowhere?" you can picture his big grin under his beard, brown eyes so similar to yours shining with amusement as he spoke.

"She was not lying it's me." you say softly.

"Oh my favorite niece, it is a beautiful sound to hear you speak again my dear." he coos.

"And the most comforting to hear yours, uncle." you reply in earnest.

"What do I owe this pleasure my sweet princess?" he asks, getting to the point, just like he always had.

"I hate to admit that what I'm calling for is both, for you, seemingly good and bad news."

"Oh, Genevieve, my darling, what's happened? Are you alright?"

"That's debatable." you say with a bit of humor to your voice and you hear his warm laughter that makes you smile.

"Out with it, c'mon, who knows how long I've got on this earth, tell me before it's too late." he jokes.

"I find myself in need of some advice."

"And you've come to me? Oh, bless you, child, I'll talk the ears off your head, please go on."

"You're not going to believe this...I hardly believe it myself." you sigh.

"When it comes to you absolutely nothing could surprise me." he teases, it makes you smile. You missed him so.

"I've met someone."

"And I stand corrected." his voice goes higher pitched in surprise.

"And it's a man."

"Well fuck me, Lilly you've gone and got me all excited. Who is this demi-God, for he must be to have captured a demon's attention like yourself." his voice holds nothing but affection for you.

"I'm afraid it's more than a bit complicated. I'm not sure how to move forward, or if I even should...with my feelings for him I mean."

"If it's love how can it be that complicated?" he says supportively.

"I am very fond of the man but don't get ahead of yourself." you chuckle.

"No such words have been spoken. We're not even a couple really. I started sleeping with him out of convenience as he was a handsome friend and my idiot self has gone and started to go all doe-eyed and crave him romanticly and not just physically." your voice is grumpy now.

"Better to be friends first anyway. Don't be like me and jump into marriages over a great pair of tits and some tricks in the bedroom." you both laugh.

"I did learn that lesson from you." you chuckle, "Too bad you can't learn it yourself." you joke. "Although his tits and tricks are rather nice." you giggle.

"Oh don't try to change the subject dear, please, tell me who this man is so I may give this advice you seek."

You take a deep breath. "His name is Alfie Solomons. He's the leader of the Jewish Gangs in London." you feel your heart beat in the pause that follows.

"Fuck me girl, that is complicated isn't it?" his voice is still light. "Don't get me wrong, I'm elated at the news myself. You know I have no issue with that."

"I know you don't."

"In fact I prefer it." he chuckles. "A tough man that can provide and protect you." you can practically feel his chest puff up with pride over the phone. "Not that you require that darling."

"I know."

"So you have gone and gotten into the underbelly of London I see." his voice more judgey this time.

"I have." your voice flat.

"You said you weren't." his voice is still full of tease, he knew you too well.

"I know." you admit sheepishly.

"I knew you would, my child it is in your blood." he says proudly.

"Don't tell mum, please." your voice pleading slightly.

"I wouldn't! Wait, bought the crime or the man?" he laughs.

"Fucking both." he laughs again and you smile with it this time. You let out a heavy sigh into the receiver. He breaks the silence.

"Does your father know?" he asks, voice more serious.

"I've not been contacted but I've heard rumors he has. He wouldn't know of my feelings for the man, just the working together." you softly explain.

"Well that's a bit of good luck." he offers.

"If that's what you want to call it." you roll your eyes.

"Are you worried about him?" his tone more concerned.

"I'm afraid I was conditioned to be." you weakly admit.

"You've gotten rid of a lot of the things you were conditioned to be, dear." he says supportively.

"He's the hardest to shake yet." The dream come back into your mind and you feel the sting of tears. "What if he comes for me? Or what if he comes for Alfie? What if he tries to take away everything?" he can hear the choking in your throat from holding back tears.

"You've not been on his money for years, my sweet." trying to build up your confidence.

"I know but what if he tries. I've worked so hard." you rasp out, hand covering your mouth, eyes shutting as you begin to cry.

"I know that better than most anyone, love." his voice is so sweet and caring, exactly what you'd needed and hoped to hear. "Is this Solomons worth the risk?" his voice prys, and you let it.

You pause, sighing and looking into the fire as you wipe away a stray tear. "I don't know." he hears you sniffle and realizes this is quite serious for you. But otherwise, you wouldn't have called him about it if it hadn't been. "I've just..." you take a shaky inhale. "I've never met a man who would be and here I am...risking punishment from my bastard father over one who could be. Exactly where I said I'd never be. Afraid of my father and afraid of my feelings and-" he can tell you're getting worked up and cuts you off.

"Hiding." he interrupts, his voice sterner, but he knew that's what you needed.

He hears your sob despite how you move your face away from the phone.

"I've always told you, you can do anything, my little Lilly. I have always believed that. As soon as I held you in my arms, I knew you were different. I don't mean to come at you so hard dear, you know I hate to upset you... but don't you see the root of all that trouble?" his voice is more desperate, wishing he could hold his darling niece in his arms and comfort her like he used to.

"Me?" you say weakly, it hurts him deep in his soul that that was the answer you gave.

"No! No, no, absolutely not, cheri. Try again." his voice kind and warm again.

Alfie certainly wasn't the problem, just the side effect. So was it men? Were you truly weak to men? Also no. Then your father. "Father." you whisper out.

"You have always been smart my child. You do not need him to approve of you."

"I know that."

"Do you? Because you're still denying what you are and when you came to me that summer after you left home...."

"I remember."

"You said you'd never let another man tell you what you could or couldn't be. And what does he still do?"

Your anger surpasses your sadness with his words. He was right, but of course, he was.

"He did it to your mother. He's done it to your brothers and sisters. You are not like them. You know where your soul lies. You didn't have it trained out of you, domesticated like some beast. That's not you, is it Lilly?" he asks, voice harsh.

"No." your voice matches his and he is so pleased to hear the fire burning in you again.

"Then what do you have to do?" his tone is slightly condescending but warranted.

"Not hide anymore." the fire in the fireplace reflects in your eyes, burning down into your chest and possibly down into your very soul.

"That's my girl." he cheers. ------- You're in your office, chewing your lip at the ledger for Abeille. You hear a knock on the door.

"Come in." you say passively.

Claire says, holding one single letter in her hands. You can tell by her body language that something's wrong. "This came for you." she say softly, laying the letter in front of you on the desk. You shut the book and move your face to see what she's sat down.

"Fuck." you rasp out, hesitantly picking it up and rising from your chair. "I suppose this was inevitable." you say weakly, a groan to your voice as you move around your desk to the fireplace to get a good look at it. It was from the address of your father's office.

"I've been on edge waiting for it honestly. Or a phone call or God forbid he show up here." she shudders at the thoughts.

"I've been worried as well." you let out a heavy sigh. "Let's see what threats the jellyfish bastard has for me then." you roll your eyes and open the envelope. "From the secretary-" you scoff loudly. "Not even signed from him." you shake your head."Couldn't be arsed to write a letter to his daughter...fucks' sake." you clear your throat. " From the secretary of George Greene III..." you scan over the letter. "Your father has asked me to write to you to express his distaste for the news of you working with the Jewish gangs that he's received from London. He would like to remind you of the family's agreement and orders that you cut off your ties with them. In his mercy, he is willing to forgive this oversight in your judgment. If you do not cease and follow his demands, he will be forced to take further action against you." You swing your head to Claire, a deeply annoyed look on your face.

"Sounds about right." she says with a stiff face and angry eyes.

"I don't know about you Claire...but I'm about fucking tired of his bullshit." you say with vigor.

Claire smirks, happy to see some fire in your eyes. She hated your father almost as much as you did. "You know I prefer to not live in anyone's shadow. Especially those I do not respect." she gives a single controlled head nod.

"I fucking hate him." you say with absolute certainty. You roll your eyes and let out a heavy sigh, "I spoke with Altar..." you begin.

Claire grins, she loved your Uncle. "This should be good." she smirks.

"Oh it is!" you give her a bright smile. "After giving me a much needed talking to about who I am now, and where I've come from. How I don't live on his money and I rule without hate, unlike him, I believe it might be time to give 'ol daddy the big, fuck you that I've longed to my entire life."

"Oh." her eyes wide, not expecting this."Really? And he supports this?"

"You know he hates him more than anyone." you speak with passion. "Perhaps it's time to expose George for what he really is." your eyes narrow. You give a single strong nod, balling up the letter and throwing it into the fire.

"Never thought I'd see the day but I can't tell you how equally happy and fearful I am." she offers with an unsure smile.

"Me too Claire." you move to her and place your hand on her shoulder.

"But isn't it time we got out of that monsters shadow? He doesn't deserve the sunlight on his skin, we deserve it on ours instead." you speak with certainty, back straight and eyes bright.

"I"m with you no matter what Genevieve." she puts her hand on top of yours.

"And to celebrate a small victory, to indulge in a bit of childish rebellion, I'm going to go and fuck the leader of the Jewish gangs in London." you say with a warm laugh.

"I can't even argue with it at this point." she grins. "The man's growing on me, I'll admit."

"He's growing on me as well." you say with a coy smile, a mischieveous smile on your face as you both look at each other.

"Don't think I haven't noticed." she says with a tilt of her head.

"Can't hide anything from you, can I Claire bear?" you lilt out, looking at her over your shoulder before crossing into the hallway.

"I know you better than you know yourself, Genevieve. Go have your fun." she smiles and waves her hand for you to go on.

She never thought letting Alfie into the house would end well. She never thought that he would bring on what she'd always wanted for you. Peace of mind. She knew that cutting the cord to your father, letting go of that hate for him and the hate he'd put of yourself into you, that even if it all crashed and burned that the weight off yours, hers and Aggie's hearts might just be worth the trouble. ----- "Alfie!" you lilt out, a devilish smile on your lips, and an exaggerated sway to your hips as you enter the study to find him seated on the couch.

"What is it Genny?" his eyes raise from the papers in his hands, head still facing downward.

"You've been working all day and night, darling." you say with a pout that makes his eyes narrow.

"That's because I got a lot to fuckin' do, luv." his faces raises, a small smirk on his face.

You stand over him, one hand in your hair, twisting a curl around your finger, the other reaching out to run through his hair. "Why don't you take a break, handsome?"

The touch is welcome but he hesitates, he really did have a lot to do. "Eh..." his mouth opens in a gruff stutter, shoulder shrugging slightly. "Didn't want to lose me focus."

You sit next to him, one leg bent up on the seat, torso facing him. "You're stressed, sweetheart."

"Of fuckin' course I am I got all these fuckin' leeches tryin' to bleed me fuckin' dry 'n that's not even the worst of it, I-" he begins, he sees your eyes narrow at him from under your thick lashes and he knows to stop his complaints. "Right." he groans out, eyes narrowing back at you mouth hanging open for a moment. He huffs noisily out of his nostrils and sets the papers down on the table in front of him. "Get that fuckin' look off ya face." he says as if he's angry with you, but you know it to be false. The sly smile you give him makes him more certain of the decision not to run you off. "'Ello luv." he says, resting a hand on your knee. "How are you this evenin'." his lips pout at the delivery of the words, his body and attention now on you.

"Wet, Alfie." your eyes grow dark, your teeth grazing over your plush bottom lip as you say his name.

A low groan comes from his throat, eyes now looking you up and down.

"I wanted to help you clear your mind..." you say sweetly but it's entirely a front as your fingers walk their way up this thigh. "And your balls." your eyes swing up to his, your tongue peaks out your grinning lips at him.

"I wunnit lyin' 'bout bein' busy." he says, almost as a warning, chin pushing into his chest.

"Then I'll just have to be quick about it, won't I?" you whisper against his lips. You ignore his tone and move to push his back against the sofa with your hands on his shoulders. You continue speaking as you lower yourself to your knees in front of him, between his legs. "I find myself craving you very specifically and strongly tonight, Solomons." you say as your fingers work to undo his belt and buttons to get to the twitching length of him. "And I'm not going to take no for an answer when I really....really want something... am I?" you quirk a brow up at him, a wicked smile on your recently licked lips.

"No you are not, pet." he groans out, his hands resting at his sides, just soaking up the attention and the need he saw in your eyes.

You take him out of his pants, not all the way hard yet and you purr at the opportunity. You take him into your mouth with no verbal response back as you hear the hiss escape his lips. You press your nose into his stomach, tongue swirling and lips sucking away at him, feeling him grow hard in your mouth. One of your favorite things, and something you rarely got to indulge in with him. You moan around him, you feel a groan grow as you run one of your hands up under his shirt to drag down his broad chest, the other around his back to firmly grasp at his bum.

Once he's back to his usual diamond level hardness, you slide him out of your mouth, saliva still connecting your lips to his tip as you pull away, wrapping a hand around him to work him as you spoke. "Feeling you get hard in my mouth like that gets me so wet, Fie." your eyes burn into his, tongue out of your mouth and lapping at him in an exaggerated way, cycling from licks to indulgent sucks of his now red tip.

His sexy half smile, a huff of laugh that moves his chest at your words makes you moan around his head again. "You like 'at do ya?" his confident and cocky tone back to where you desired it.

"I love it." you say, your mouth never leaving his cock.

"Fuck Gen." he rasps out as you work him with your hand and your mouth simultaneously. "If it's a ride you're wantin' you better hurry the fuck up before the train leaves the fuckin' station." he laughs, hand moving to hold back your hair.

You give him a big charming smile as you let him pop out of your mouth. "Wouldn't want to miss that now would I?" you whisper against his lips, leaning over him, quickly removing your silk underwear, hitching up your skirt and straddling his legs.

His hands grab at your thighs, smacking their sides at the sight of your stocking and garters, pinching the soft flesh just so in the most appealing way. HIs nostrils and brow twitch watching you reach down to rub yourself for a few breaths time, his hands now firm on your arse and kneading away. You lean forward to kiss him, a firm slap to your arse in response as your tongues mingle among your crashing lips. You raise up your hips, and being the gentleman he is, he holds himself so you can lower onto him. You rise up away from his face, hand yanking down the neckline of your dress, exposing your breasts and his hands move quickly towards your heaving chest, and just like a baker he gets his strong, ringed hands kneading on you again.

"Oh, fuck Alfie." you whimper as you take him into you completely, now resting hip to hip against him. You waste no time as promised, running your hands up his chest. Your back arched to kiss him as you rest one hand on the back of the couch, gripping the hard wooden trim for support, the other, sliding up his neck, fingers nesting in his beard as you feverishly kiss him.

You move slowly at first, drinking in his moans as a hand moves under your skirt to hold you by the hip, guiding you along. You set a steady pace, the heavy thud against him gives the pressure you crave, feeling the pleasure building now, you break the kiss and rise up, placing your hands on his shoulders, moving up and down at a steadily increasing rate, your breathing matched in passionate panting as you look into each other's eyes. The first moan from you breaks the eye contact, your head falling back as you move to grind back and forth against him.

"Ah, that's it now, luv." he groans out, one hand still on your hip tightly encouraging the movement from you as he knew it'd bring you closer sooner, watching your hips drag and swivel, he licks his lips at the feeling, eyes fluttering shut for a moment. You take his other hand, placing it on your hips as well, drawing his attention back to your undulating body on top of his.

"Hold me tighter," you command with a gentle nod of your chin. He obeys and his white-knuckled fingers squeeze, pushing you down harder onto him as you whimper out with growing need. "That's it, good boy." your eyes shut but the wicked smile remains. "You feel too fucking good I'm getting close." he knows this position can finish you off quickly but your slower paced approach surprises him once again. "Keep hold of me." you whisper, leaning up, hands on the back of the couch as you rise and fall with a pounding force on him, still slow, steady steps to get to your destination together. Your chest now directly in his face, your tits knock about on his cheeks and he snakes his head around to suck one nipple into his mouth, causing your mouth to drop open and your chest to bounce as you let out a small, helpless sound gasp. He moans as the pace grows quicker, both hands still held onto your hips, slamming himself up into you as you crashed down against him, a moan knocked out of you each time with your deep breaths.

His lapping tongue is distracting, panting and roaming against the hard nub, taking it between his teeth and nibbling with taunting pressure the louder your sounds together became. You can feel the throbbing grow more intense, him moving inside you just so with the direction of your swiveling hips, "How do feel so fucking good inside me, Alfie?" you whine, your whole back now twisting as you gave over to the feeling.

"It's these fucking serpentine hips of yours you wicked thing." he huffs out, hand reaching up to pull your lips to his, he needed you. He needed your breath mingling with his as he bites and sucked away at your mouth that cried out for him. His other hand disobeys orders, reach up to grasp your breast tightly, thumb and index fingers pinching and rolling your nipple. He plants his feet firmly on he ground and bucks up into you hard, making you loudly cry out his name. He responds with a growl. "Fuckin'g take it Gen. You know how much I love making you come all over this cock." he huffs out in an intoxicatingly dominate voice.

"Oui." you whine out against his lips, resting your bobbing forehead against his when you had to catch your breath. Your eyes are tightly shut. "Fuck." your chest stutters as you let out the prolonged cry for him. His teeth hold your bottom lip with a pinch. "You're going to make this little cunt come for you, Alfie." moan out helplessly, your body being pumped into fiercely underneath with the full power of hips. You couldn't have stopped yourself if you'd wanted to. Your ears ring and your hands tremble against his shoulders, a high pitched, sharp gasp of breath is the only sound that leaves you as you give him what he asked for with open, trembling lips.

Once the tremors have mostly passed, you can open your eyes, another sharp gasp of breath against him. His teeth now gnashed together, his jaw tight, heavy, masculine grunts and growls fill the space between your bodies as his hands move to your hips to hold you and fuck up into you to finish himself off. You tighten yourself around him, your head swinging to the side, mouth and tongue moving fast against his neck and up to his ears and back again, moaning into his thick beard and pouring dirtyy words into his ear to finish him off. "Come for me, 'Fie. I want you to fill up this little cunny you magnificent beast. I'm absolutely soaked from that thick cock of yours. Make it even wetter for me, would you? Make a fucking mess of me, darling." you hiss and rasp into his ear, your tongue working its' way into its grooves and panting as you wrap your arms around his neck to hold him close. He lets out a loud and guttural moan, a hand slapping your arse hard. "That's it," you say in a condescending tone, your hips pounding back into his. "This tight little cunt's going to make this cock mine, do you understand?" you growl, hand tugging at the hair at the back of his neck. "You're going to fucking come because it's what I want. And you'll give me anything I want won't you Solomons?" your voice is dark and directly antagonizing and his eyes roll back in his head. Fuck he loved your filthy mouth.

"Fuck!" he growls, eyes meeting yours as your lick the sweat from the side of his face. "Anything." he helplessly moans out into your smirking mouth.

"Then fucking come for me, Alfie." you growl, biting down onto his thick bottom lip. You know the strangled sound that squeaks out of his throat, how his fingers press into you, nails breaking the skin that he's giving you what you want in that moment. Holding himself inside you, before finishing off with a final few hard thrusts to finish the job.

As his soul falls back into his body, his eyes focus, hand moving to the back of your head, pushing you against his mouth, a deep and passionate kiss builds, despite your hips powering down. As you move to a slow and wet pace, lips smacking together, broken with smiles and happy hums between the two of you, you lean to kiss the tip of his nose.

"That's a good boy now, hmm?" your smile isn't condescending like the words would suggest. Your fingers wipe the sweat from his forehead gently, smoothing his hair back and gazing down at him.

The look in your eyes doesn't go missed by him, in combination with the warm smile and the soft tone you praised him with, he basks in the heavenly sight of you looking down on him adoringly. That's what it was, wasn't it? A sparkle that hadn't been there the last time he looked. What had he done to deserve a woman like you looking at him like that? He didn't know, but he didn't want you to look at him any other way again.

Pt 43 Daddy Issues

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