#alfie solomons x gn!reader

[teddy06writes]

Whumptober Day 10 - Alfie Solomons

Alfie Solomons x reader

Prompt: "Shhh, I've got you now, I'm here."

Trigger Warnings: Typical peaky blinders level violence, swearing

Summary: Sabini's men kidnap you in a desperate attempt to get a leg up on your husband. When Alfie finds out, he's ready to burn the world down to get to you.

{Really unsure whether to tag this as Gn! or fem! because on the whole the readers gender is not brought up but the situation is something that i've only really seen done with fem! readers}

The building they were holding you in was dark and damp. You weren't sure how long you'd been stuck lying here, the cold concrete sapping all the warmth from your bones.

Sabini's men had left some time ago, but you swore you could still feel their hands on you. You could already feel the deep ache of the bruises forming at your sides.

How long had it been since the car trailing you on your way home was pulling up beside you? How long since you'd been dragged inside off the empty street? How long would it be until your husband realized what had happened?

Sabini had only shown face for a few minutes. Just long enough for you to learn who had taken you and why. Just long enough for you to give him a black eye.

Then he had angrily thrown you to the wolves that were his men, in the darkness of the warehouse. You had fought there too. Fought and scratched and bit, so that if you weren't leaving without a mark, neither were they.

Somewhere in the distance, you heard tires crunching on gravel. You dragged yourself to sit up, heart pounding. Was it Sabini, back again to continue your torment?

Outside, there was some sort of scuffle, followed by the echo of gunshots, as whoever was on guard barked out frantic orders. The fighting seemed to move closer, and you clamped your hands over your ears, silently wishing you back at home, safe and sound.

When the door of the warehouse slammed open, you flinched, searching desperately for the brave front you had put up in front of Sabini.

When you looked up to find a familiar figure in the door, you nearly let out a sob of relief, stumbling to your feet.

"Treacle!?" Alfies voice boomed out through the warehouse.

"Alf- Alfie-"

Before you could take more than two wobbly steps, he was at your side, catching you up in his arms. You buried your face in his chest, all of your emotions boiling over in great gasping sobs.

Alfie ran a hand over your back, "Shh, i've got you. I'm here, I'm here."

"It was- it was so- he-" You stuttered, taking another shuddering breath.

"They can't hurt you, I've got you, petal. Alfie's got ya," He started to pull away, to look you over, but you clung to him, and he sighed, scooping you up into his arms, "Come on, let's get you home, love."

He carried you out to the waiting car, settling in the backseat with you tucked safely against his side. Later, behind the safety of closed doors, he would check you over for injuries, and nurse you through every one.

[auroracalisto]

day #20: bonfires

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

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

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

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

Simple and effective.

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

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

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

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

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

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

[mx-pastelwriting]

Kinktober Day 23: Dry Humping

Alfie Solomons x GN! Reader

Summary: Planted atop of Alfie's desk as he attacks with kisses that lead to something much more.

Warnings: Established Relationship, Smut, Desk Sex, Dry Humping

Kinktober Masterlist

Minors do not interact!

Bearded kisses tickled your neck, sat atop Alfie's desk, being attacked by his love and longing to have you back in his arms. A longing that starts for him every morning when having to get out of bed.

Drawn to the edge of the desk by his hands, positioning you just right for his hardened cock to thrust against you. Hearing Alfie's sharp inhales with every planted kiss while fighting your own battle at the created fiction.

Keeping your volume down for only those in the room to hear, though not as loud as you would be back home, Alfie was satisfied, thrusting more roughly with moans that grew louder with every minute.

Feeling as Alfie fought with himself not to unbuckle his pants and take you right there—that would be the dream come true if his next meeting wasn't in five minutes.

Alfie's thrusts raced against the clock, keeping his eyes locked with yours counting down the minutes in his head so as to not have to peek at the clock that sat on his desk. Hearing his moan turned to gasps mixed with cures, knowing he was close to his own edge, leaving you behind.

Humping against you as his head dropped, landing right into the nook of your neck, moaning and calling for you, echoing out for all passersby to hear. Just as they calmed, a knock on the door came, telling Alfie Mr. Shelby was here.

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Hi! Hope you're doing well! If requests are still open, could I request a reader pairing for Alfie Solomons please?

A basic outline idea is that reader and Alfie meet at different moments in their lives, just crossing paths (they even meet during the war) but it's always as passing ships. They don't entirely come together until they both end up in Camden, some time after the war and it just seems as if the universe was finally ready to have them come into contact with the other. And when they do, it's like they've lived a thousand lifetimes with the other already. My apologies if none of this makes sense 😅. Basically, Alfie and reader have almost meetings, they run in similar situations throughout their lives but have never come close enough to actually come into contact with the other properly. Even during the war, it would be passing glances but time would seem to stand still, and both would feel as if they'd missed something important but could never place what it was. Then a fateful day they finally properly meet/see eachother.

Thank you and no pressure!

- 🥀

Destiny - Alfie Solomons x GN!Reader

Pairing: Alfie Solomons x GN!Reader

Word Count: 2792

Warnings: mention of war injuries (minor injuries)

Summary: the request

A/N: Thank you so much for the request, whenever I see your 🥀, it really does make me smile. I really hope I did your request justice because it sounded so fucking cute! 💚

On a rare sunny day in the heart of London, a golden warmth bathed the city, casting an unfamiliar but welcome glow over its bustling streets. Seizing the opportunity to revel in this unusual weather, Y/n found themselves at a pub with their family. The pub exuded a comforting charm, its walls steeped in the echoes of shared laughter and the clinking of glasses. The ambience mingled with the gentle hum of animated conversations, creating a backdrop for the familial celebration.

Around a rustic wooden table, Y/n's family gathered, their smiles illuminated by the soft sunlight streaming through the pub's windows. The clatter of cutlery and the rich aroma of hearty pub fare filled the air as they shared stories, laughter, and the joyous spirit of the day. 

As the calm atmosphere of the pub was momentarily disrupted by the boisterous entrance of a group of men, their laughter echoing through the space, an undeniable ripple of disturbance coursed through the patrons. The men, seemingly impervious to the annoance they stirred, found their way to a booth in the back, claiming it with an air of careless possession. The ambient noise level rose, but the pub's occupants, though mildly irked, continued with their conversations and revelry, determined not to let the intrusion dampen the celebratory mood.

Y/n's gaze was strangely drawn to the rowdy group, and in particular, to one man who stood out amidst the chaos. It wasn't until he glanced up that Y/n found themselves ensnared in a trance. His eyes, pools of indescribable beauty, held a captivating allure that defied explanation. The man felt oddly familiar, but Y/n knew they had never met before. The connection was visceral, mutual even, as if the currents of destiny had momentarily aligned. The pub's commotion faded into the background, and in that suspended moment, neither Y/n nor the mysterious man seemed willing to break the enchantment. 

Y/n's immersion in the captivating gaze was abruptly interrupted by a gentle nudge from their mother, a subtle reminder that life outside the spellbinding moment carried on. Reluctantly tearing their eyes away, Y/n found the mysterious man looking elsewhere as well, as if the enchantment had been momentarily broken. The air between them hung with a charged tension, the unspoken connection lingering even as they both redirected their attention to the surroundings.

Throughout the night, stolen glances and shared glimmers of curiosity went back and forth. Y/n couldn't resist stealing moments to look in the man's direction, finding him reciprocating the silent exchange. The pub buzzed with life around them, yet in their mutual acknowledgment, a subtle understanding seemed to blossom. Each stolen glance held the promise of a conversation left unspoken, a connection suspended in the uncharted territory of the unsaid.

Despite the magnetic pull drawing them together, neither Y/n nor the mysterious man took the initiative to bridge the gap that separated them physically. The unspoken language of glances painted an intricate picture of shared curiosity and intrigue, leaving the possibility of interaction hanging in the air like an unresolved chord, waiting for the right moment to resonate. 

Leaving the pub with the echoes of laughter and clinking glasses behind them, Y/n couldn't resist stealing one last glance back at the mysterious man. To their surprise, his eyes were fixed on Y/n, an unmistakable connection sparking once again. It felt as if the moment hung in suspended animation, teetering on the brink of something unspoken. The man, seemingly on the verge of standing, was sidetracked by a friend handing him a drink. The mutual yearning lingered in the air, leaving both parties with a sense of unfulfilled potential. As Y/n and their family ventured into the London night, the unexplored possibilities of that chance encounter reverberated, a silent promise awaiting the right chapter to unfold in the tapestry of their lives.

-

Prior to the outbreak of the war, Y/n was acquainted with the sight of blood and the severity of injuries, yet nothing could prepare them for the overwhelming influx that ensued. As the conflict raged on, hospital ships became both a haven and a battlefield, with wounded soldiers arriving in escalating numbers each day. Y/n, undeterred by the relentless tide, navigated the crowded rooms with unwavering determination.

Their days were a blur of urgent activity, swiftly moving from one patient to the next, frantically gathering the necessary equipment to staunch the wounds and offer solace to the men in their care. The wartime hospital became both a crucible of suffering and a testament to Y/n's unyielding commitment to alleviating the agony of those who had sacrificed so much on the front lines.

In the midst of the chaotic triage, Y/n found themself attending to an unconscious soldier, their hands swift and sure as they worked to staunch an open wound on his thigh. Amidst the urgency, another nurse hurried over, seeking an assessment of the wounded man's condition. "How is he looking?" the nurse inquired anxiously.

"Fine, who's asking?" Y/n responded, their focus unwavering as they continued to tend to the injured soldier's wounds.

"A captain," the nurse replied, her voice betraying a sense of urgency and concern. "He's asking as a friend. He's sitting over there, a minor gunshot wound," she added, gesturing towards a nearby bed.

Y/n's gaze followed the nurse's gesture, landing on a man with a captain's insignia, his stomach wrapped in the telltale bandages that marked the aftermath of battle. The captain's steely stare met Y/n's, and an unspoken connection seemed to crackle between them. Neither could look away, caught in a momentary trance that transcended the cacophony of the hospital around them. The gravity of war and the shared intensity of their gaze created a bond that lingered, casting an unexpected spell amidst the relentless turmoil of the medical bay.

The captivating intensity of the captain's gaze held Y/n in a trance, an allure that seemed to echo with familiarity, as if the threads of destiny were weaving them together. Y/n hesitated to tear their eyes away, drawn into the magnetic pull. With an almost reluctant detachment, Y/n finally shifted their attention back to the unconscious soldier, continuing to wrap up his wounded leg. Tending to the injured man served as a grounding force, a brief respite from the magnetic connection with the captain.

"You can tell the man he's fine," Y/n spoke to the nurse, their voice carrying a subtle hint of distraction. "Only a small wound, passed out from shock more than anything."

The nurse nodded in acknowledgment and retraced her steps towards the captain. Y/n observed from the periphery as the nurse relayed the reassuring news, yet the captain's gaze remained unwaveringly fixed on them. It was as if an invisible force bound them together, an unspoken understanding that transcended the chaos of war and the confines of their roles in the medical bay. 

-

It had been a year since the war ended, and Y/n found themselves settling into a life that bore the marks of both resilience and recovery. The echoes of the battlefield had gradually faded, replaced by a newfound sense of normalcy. Y/n's days were no longer punctuated by the urgent chaos of wartime nursing; instead, they had transitioned into a semblance of tranquility.

Life, now, seemed to unfold in a gentle rhythm, allowing space for personal growth and the pursuit of newfound joys. The city around them had also transformed, shedding the somber shadows of war for the vibrant hues of a world that was rebuilding. Yet, even in this period of respite, a subtle restlessness lingered in Y/n's heart, as if an unspoken chapter awaited them, destined to be written.

Settling into Camden town after the war, Y/n discovered that the post-war reality was a maze of both opportunities and challenges. The once-booming demand for military nurses had dwindled, leaving Y/n in the throes of a job market that offered little solace. The skills acquired on the battlefield, while invaluable in the context of wartime, now seemed displaced in a society that was seeking a different kind of healing.

Today, Y/n was trying their chances at a secretary job their cousin had told them about. Y/n knew the work was dodgy, but didn’t have many options at this point. Y/n knew little about the job they were potentially applying for but was more than willing to try anything.

Walking into what they believed to be a bakery, Y/n was taken aback by the unexpected scent of alcohol that permeated the air. Led through the establishment by their cousin James, they were stopped outside what seemed to be an office by a tall, slender man. James, with an air of familiarity, introduced Y/n to the man.

"Hello, Ollie. This is my cousin, and they're interested in applying as a secretary," James stated, prompting Ollie to cast a discerning glance at Y/n.

"Previous jobs?" Ollie asked.

"I served as a nurse in the war, but I'm quite good in typing and desperately need a job," Y/n replied, their eagerness to transition evident.

Ollie paused, looking them up and down for a moment before nodding thoughtfully and gesturing for them to step forward. The office door swung open, revealing another man inside.

"Someone's just come in for the secretary job, Alfie," Ollie informed the man at the desk, introducing Y/n.

The man, Alfie, looked up from the files in front of him, his gaze meeting Y/n's. And like that, the world stopped. This time, they knew they’ve met before, or at least seen one another. It was a gaze neither could forget. Alfie stood from his seat immediately, not believing what he was seeing. It had to be destiny. God had truly blessed them. 

"Fuck off, Ollie," Alfie dismissed his employee, his attention undiverted from Y/n, who stood in the doorway.

Ollie, sensing an unexpected tension in the air, made a swift exit, leaving Y/n alone with Alfie. The atmosphere in the room crackled with unspoken energy, and Alfie's gaze held a familiarity that defied the boundaries of a typical job interview.

In that moment, Y/n struggled to understand the depth of their connection. It felt as though they had known Alfie longer than the years they had lived. It was a sensation that transcended mere memories; it was an inexplicable understanding that time had woven their stories together in a tapestry that stretched across lifetimes. The air in the room seemed to hold the echoes of their shared history, and the serendipity of their reunion resonated with a familiarity that defied logic.

As Y/n looked at Alfie, it became clear that their paths had been intricately entwined long before they found themselves in the present moment. The laughter, the glances, the missed opportunities—all of it seemed like chapters in a story that had been unfolding over the course of lifetimes, waiting for the perfect moment to reveal itself. The ordinary office, with its scent of alcohol and the weight of job interviews, now felt like a stage where the drama of their shared history was about to unfold in unexpected and extraordinary ways.

"You... I know you," Alfie finally spoke, his voice carrying a mixture of recognition and intrigue.

"You were a captain in the war," Y/n acknowledged, the shared history connecting them now laid bare.

"And you were a nurse.." Alfie completed the sentence, the weight of the past settling in the room like a silent revelation. 

The air hung heavy with the unspoken, as if the universe had conspired once again to bring them together, this time not as passing ships but as two souls navigating the currents of post-war Camden.

"Fuck me," Alfie laughed, the realization dawning on him. "You were the one at the pub too."

"Excuse me?" Y/n questioned, a mix of confusion and surprise crossing their face.

"It was about... fuck, bit over 10 years ago, I can't fucking remember. But I ain't never forgot that face," Alfie admitted, the years falling away as the memory resurfaced.

The air in the room seemed to hold its breath, charged with the revelation that their paths had crossed long before this unexpected reunion. The threads of fate, intricately woven through time and chance, now bound them together once more. The shared moment at the pub, the stolen glances, and the unspoken connection had left an indelible mark, waiting for the chapters of their lives to unfold and intertwine in ways they could have never anticipated. In the midst of the mundane—amidst job interviews and bakery offices—the echoes of the past whispered their shared history, breathing life into a story that had taken years to unfold.

"Well, it's nice to finally fucking meet you," Alfie exclaimed, the laughter still lingering in his eyes.

"You too," Y/n replied, a genuine smile breaking across their face. The room, once filled with the tension of the unexpected reunion, now seemed to exhale, as if the universe itself was acknowledging the significance of this meeting.

The weight of years and unspoken moments hung in the air, creating a bridge between two souls who had circled each other in the dance of fate. It was more than a job interview; it was a cosmic rendezvous, a meeting that had been written in the stars long before they found themselves in this office. 

"Fuck, you're beautiful," Alfie blurted out, the words slipping from his lips before he could censor them. 

Y/n, caught off guard by the unexpected compliment, felt a warm blush creeping up their cheeks.

"Uh... sorry 'bout that," Alfie mumbled, his gaze shifting downward in embarrassment. 

"Well... why don't we introduce ourselves properly then," Y/n suggested, a warm smile playing on their lips as they approached Alfie's desk.

As Y/n extended their hand, Alfie mirrored the gesture, their hands meeting in a handshake that felt like a connection stretching across time. In that simple touch, a cascade of images flooded their minds—snapshots of shared moments, fleeting glances, and a history that seemed to have unfolded in a different lifetime.

"I... I don't know how to explain this," Y/n confessed, their eyes searching Alfie's for understanding. "But I feel as if I've known you forever."

"Fuck, you felt that too?" Alfie responded, his eyebrows lifting in a mixture of surprise and recognition. 

As the pieces of their intertwined past began to fall into place, Y/n and Alfie found themselves standing at the nexus of something extraordinary, a connection that defied the boundaries of time and space.

"I suppose this is fate or something," Y/n mused, their eyes reflecting the wonder of a cosmic connection.

"Whatever it is, I'm fucking grateful for it," Alfie laughed, the sincerity in his words resonating with the inexplicable bond they shared.

Y/n returned his smile, a mixture of gratitude and anticipation playing on their lips.

"So... about that job?" Y/n asked, shifting the conversation back to the immediate present.

"Nah, you don't need no fucking job. You're with me now, yeah? I'll keep you living well," Alfie declared, his tone carrying a sense of unwavering determination.

"Oh, I can't let you do that for me," Y/n responded, a flicker of hesitation in their voice.

Alfie waved his hands dismissively. "Don't want to hear it," he said with a grin, cutting off any protest before it could fully form. 

"At least let me help you around here," Y/n suggested, not wanting to feel completely useless.

"Fine, how about you make us a nice cup of tea and tell me about yourself, hmm?" Alfie proposed, a playful glint in his eye.

Y/n's smile widened. "Of course."

As Y/n set about preparing the tea, Alfie leaned against a nearby surface, watching with a mixture of amusement and admiration. As the aroma of freshly brewed tea filled the room, Y/n joined Alfie with two steaming cups in hand. The exchange of glances between them held a silent promise of shared stories. 

In that office in Camden, the two souls realigned, as if destiny had guided them to this pivotal intersection. The gentle clinking of teacups became a melody marking the beginning of an unwritten chapter. As Y/n and Alfie exchanged sips of warmth and told tales from their past, an unspoken understanding settled between them, an unbreakable bond forged in the shared moments of laughter and revelation. In the quiet rhythm of their conversation, an implicit promise took root. Nothing could ever sever the ties that had come to bind them together. - A/N: I really hope you enjoyed this one because it just loved writing it. These babes are desperate for one another and they don't even know why, they are so cute! It's a bit shorter than I hoped for but family got me caught up and all sorts of shit, so finding the time wasn't the easiest but I'm glad I wrote it because it was truly fun for me. Thank you for reading and I look forward to more requests :) 💚

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Who/what I write for:

-Cillian Murphy/ characters: (Jackson Rippner, Tom Shelby, Neil Lewis, Jonathan Crane, Kitten Braden, Jim: 28 days later, Emmett: a quiet place part II, Raymond Leon, Robert Fischer, Tom Buckley)

-Criminal Minds: Spencer Reid, Aaron Hotchner, Derek Morgan, Emily Prentiss, Penelope Garcia, JJ,

-The Bear: Sydney Adamu, Richie Jerimovich, Carmen Berzatto, Sugar Berzatto

-Saw: Lawrence Gordon, Adam Stanheight, Mark Hoffman, Peter Strahm, Amanda Young, Jill Tuck, Lynn Denlon (for ships: I’ll do chainshipping, coffinshipping, and shotgunshipping/lynnmanda!)

-American Horror Story (All seasons up to Cult with the addition of 1984. Only ships if they are canon (by season, I mean)! i.e: I won’t do Kit Walker (s2) x Madison Montgomery (s3) or anything! And for canon relationships, I will do any season besides NYC and Delicate as long as they are already together. For example, I would do Montana and Richard from 1984.)

-Nip/Tuck: Sean McNamara, Christian Troy, Matt McNamara, Julie McNamara, Liz Cruz, Eden Lord, Sophia Lopez, Kimber Henry

-DC villains (from the Nolan trilogy or Gotham tv show! I will specify from which one I mean. I’ll also write Batman but that’s the only “hero”/vigilante)

-Peaky blinders: Luca Changretta, Tom Shelby, Alfie Solomons, Finn Shelby, John Shelby, Arthur Shelby, Oswald Mosley

-Top Gun/ Top Gun: Maverick: any characters! (For ships, I only rlly know IceMav 😭 but I’m open to others! I’ll also do penny!reader)

-Bridgerton/ Queen Charolette: Daphne x Simon, George x Charolette, Anthony x Kate, Colin x Penelope (and all of these characters individually as well as Benedict, Violet, Eloise, and the Featherington sisters! *Edit for season 3*: Lord Debling, Lord Stirling, Lady Arnold, Lord Anderson, Francesca Bridgerton, Cressida Cowper)

-Community: Professor Ian Duncan, Jeff Winger, Abed Nadir, Britta Perry , Annie Edison, Troy Barnes

-Impractical Jokers: Joe Gatto, Sal Vulcano, James Murray, Brian Quinn

-Supernatural: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Castiel, Destiel (will not do Wincest or Wincestiel)

-X-files: Fox Mulder, Dana Scully, MSR

-BBC Sherlock (only JohnLock)

-Good omens (only Ineffable husbands)

-Hannibal (only Hannigram)

(Any other characters im open to! Just PM me to see if I know the fandom/media they’re in, or rec with a few options! I’ll ignore if I don’t know them <;3)

I will write: A bit ooc (depends on scenario 🤭), fluff, smut, small-ish age gap, AU’s, non romantic pairings, alternate endings, fem!/gn!/afab!reader, character x reader, character x character

I won’t write: Male!/nonbinary!/trans!reader (im a cis female so I will write gender neutral reader if requested, but most fics (unless specified) were written with a fem reader in mind :)), incest, underage reader (or character), dub/non-con

Thanks for reading! Feel free to PM requests if you aren’t comfortable sending them through the question button or want to work through the request :)

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Disclaimer: none of the below are my own work, they're just a few of my favourite pieces. If any author doesn't like their work linked here, please dm me and I will take it down.

Posted 14/03/2022

Updated 02/04/2022

Marvel

Matt Murdock

Memory

Appreciation

Moan for me

The devil of hell's shower

Lingered affection (series)

Rooftop rendezvous- part 1 part 2 part 3

Ghost of you

Amour sans fin

Billy Russo

Billy Russo fics

Billy Russo fics 2

Billy Russo fics 3

A woman scorned & A woman reborn ( series)

Love and war - Part 1 Part 2 ( series)

Imagine being a vigilante and occasionally taking small jobs for Billy Russo- part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5

Frank Castle

Slipping though my fingers

Liar- Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 (series)

Love in the art of flowers- pink yellow white lavender red (series)

Gentle Giant

I pray that you will see the light ( reader is Frank's oldest child, gn)

Ready? (teen autistic reader)

Over

The big, bad, punisher

After dark

Complicated

Kiss it better

Familiarity

Sam Wilson

Forever

Doctor Who

The Master (Dhawan)

Remastered series- the crimson horror nightmare in silver new earth the pandorica opens the halloween apocalypse the husbands of river song

In sickness and health

Missy

Our own

Call me missy

13th Doctor

You're bleeding

I'm not going anywhere

The doctor's wife

Hannibal

Hannibal Lector + Will Graham + Reader

Hannibal rewrite (Hannibal x Will x reader series)

Hannibal masterlist part 1

Hannibal masterlist part 2

Will Graham

Lonely

Stay away from Hannibal Lector

Hunger Games

Finnick Odair

Pancakes and promises

Hold you close

Riverdale

FP Jones

Oh dear ( series)

The whyte wyrm

Peaky Blinders

Shelby sister

Fearful

Poison

Little lady blinder (series)

Tommy Shelby

The woman on the boat ( Series 6 spoilers!)

My problem doesn't come home much (oc)

Tell me Promises

Seasonal love

Sweet creature

Arthur Shelby

Is this my shirt?

Alfie Solomons

Choking on sapphires (series very long)

Vodka veins

The little things

The Walking dead

Daryl Dixon

The beginning is the end is the beginning ( series)

Late in the day ( series)

In silence- part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4

Not this time

Plan A

Something found

Vanished - gone masks

Negan Smith

Lie to me

Rick Grimes

Frost

Bloodletting

Westworld

Logan Delos

Ex machina

Main street

Fight me you attractive stranger

Here comes the sun-iverse (series)

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KO-FI | COMMISSIONS 

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PEDRO PASCAL MASTERLIST

PEAKY BLINDERS 

Tommy Shelby x f!reader—Subject of interest

Your interview with Thomas Shelby for the secretary position at his office goes in an entirely different direction than you would’ve expected.

Alfie Solomons x f!reader—Do I wanna know?

Alfie’s drunken thoughts turn into a confession you’d never thought you’d live to hear.

Alfie Solomons x secretary!f!reader—In the eye of the beholder: part 1 | part 2 | part 3**

Working for the boss of Camden Town isn’t easy, especially when you find out you nurture feelings for each other.

Alfie Solomons x f!reader—Love is blindness

During a blackout in Camden Town, you and Alfie realize that the setting might be ideal for a wicked talk.

Alfie Solomons x f!reader—Feel something

Taking care of Alfie Solomons isn’t an easy task, especially when there are feelings involved.

Alfie Solomons x f!reader—sugar & spice

Being married to the infamous Alfie Solomons has its ups and downs. and so do your visits to his office.

Alfie Solomons x f!reader—time & place

Teasing Alfie Solomons is a dangerous game you love to play.

MCU

Loki x f!reader—Let me show you**

Working for the TVA has unexpected perks from the most unexpected variant, too.

Eddie Brock/Venom x f!reader—Promise

On one of Eddie’s worst nights, you’re there to comfort him - and to let slip something very important.

Eddie Brock/Venom x f!reader—Den of Sin**

Venom gets a little too close to you and Eddie feels like it cuts from the time he gets to spend with you.

Eddie Brock x f!reader—Downtown**

Eddie isn’t that fond of parties. But he might just start appreciating them more after this one.

Matt Murdock x f!reader—Lust for life**

After a victorious confrontation, Matt seeks to release his adrenaline in a surprising way.

Matt Murdock x f!reader—devil’s advocate**

You sure know how to get under Matt’s skin – and surprisingly, into his pants, too.

Frank Castle x f!reader—Baby doll**

Frank’s had a long day and so did you. He prioritizes you instead.

Miguel O'Hara—cállate la boca**

he’s so damn annoyed by you. he detests you. he finds you boring and uninteresting. except for when you’re alone with him at night.

MOON KNIGHT

Steven Grant x gn!reader—helping hand**

You decide to help Steven out when you notice he’s in a lot of stress.

Marc Spector x f!reader—Below the surface**

You quite like the Moon Knight attire, as Marc and the boys are about to find out.

Steven Grant x f!reader—dinner party

After attending the same book club for weeks, you and Steven run into each other at a dinner party and all of your curiosity and tension finally clash together.

STRANGER THINGS

Eddie Munson x f!reader—Tongue twister 

A dare gets taken a little too far.

Eddie Munson x f!reader—shut up & listen**

Weeks worth of tension, accumulated throughout your blossoming romance with Eddie, finally blow up one evening.

Eddie Munson x gn!reader—just friends

You’re somewhat oblivious to Eddie’s attachment towards you. Until someone makes it painfully clear what you’re missing out on.

Steve Harrington x gn!reader—Did (not) kiss you back

Steve swears he didn’t reciprocate your kiss from yesterday. Or did he?

Jim Hopper x f!reader—Rules**

You made a promise to not even look at chief Jim Hopper in order to keep your relationship a secret. But after a while, you can’t keep it together any longer.

OTHERS

Boba Fett x hunter!f!reader—Movements**

You decide to pay a visit to your old friend Fennec Shand and someone unexpected sparks your interest.

Bane x f!reader—Do you feel in charge?**

Bane likes to tease you. How far can he push you though?

Aemond Targaryen x gn!reader—Matches & gasoline

Being the Queen’s personal advisor, your interests should lie with her and her only. Which means her children are off limits. Well, all except one but you.

[beneathstarryskies]

Key:

🥀 = Angst

💖 = Fluff

🔥 = Smut

💌 = Requested

🚫= Warnings Apply (Kinky)

☠️ = Character Death

Part 2 of my masterlist can be found here!

Star Wars

Arranged Marriage: Hux x OC 🥀

Fight Me, You Handsome Stranger: Obi Wan Kenobi x OC 💌💖

Quiet Moments: Obi Wan Kenobi x Reader 💖🥀

Kissing Obi Wan Headcanons 💌

Orson Krennic NSFW Alphabet 💌🔥

Obi Wan Kenobi NSFW Alphabet 💌 🔥

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Harry Potter

Only a Kiss: Severus Snape x Narcissa Malfoy 🔥🥀

A Bit of Studying: Remus Lupin x Reader 💌 🔥💖

Remus Lupin NSFW Alphabet 🔥

In the Morning: Draco Malfoy x Hermione Granger 🔥💖

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Evil Dead/Ash vs Evil Dead

Dumb and Arrogant: Ash Williams x Reader 🔥

Halloween with Ash Headcanons 💖

Striptease: Ash Williams x Reader🔥

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MCU

Five Stages of Grief: Tony Stark x Pepper Potts 🥀☠️

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DC

In the Night: Bruce Wayne x OC 🥀

Domestic Bruce Headcanons 💌💖

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Peaky Blinders

Hell Doesn't Freeze: Alfie Solomons x OC 🥀☠️🔥

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Cobra Kai/The Karate Kid

Waking up with Johnny Lawrence: Johnny x Reader 💌💖

NSFW Alphabet Johnny Lawrence (1984) 💌🔥

Fluffy Alphabet with Johnny Lawrence (Past and Present) 💌💖

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Breaking Bad/Better Call Saul

The Escort: Cinnabon Gene x Sex Worker!OC 🚫🔥

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Naruto

Wicked Lessons: Orochimaru x OC 🚫🔥

When You Got the Blues : Jiraiya x Fem!Reader💌🔥💖

Shikamaru NSFW Alphabet🔥

Sasuke NSFW Alphabet🔥💌

Do Not Disturb: Sasuke x Reader x Naruto🔥🔥

You Can Be the Medicine: Yamato x Fem!Reader🔥💖

untitled soft Itachi: Itachi x Fem!Reader💌🔥💖

Kakashi NSFW Alphabet🔥

Birthday Headcanons: Jiraiya x Reader, Itachi x Reader, Lee x Reader, Kakashi x Reader💌🔥💖

Don't Go Away Mad: Yamato x Reader🔥🚫

Squirting Headcanons: Jiraiya x Reader, Itachi x Reader, Kakashi x Reader, Yamato x Reader💌🔥

Squirting Headcanons Pt. 2: Naruto, Neji, Lee, Sasuke, Shikamaru💌🔥

Jiraiya with a Stronger Son Headcanons💖💌

Cuddly Shikamaru Drabble: Shikamaru x Reader💖💌

Kakashi Being a Terrible Cook: Kakashi x GN!Reader💖💌

Madara Uchiha NSFW Alphabet💌🔥

Tobirama Senju NSFW Alphabet💌🔥

Squirting Headcanons Pt. 3: Madara, Iruka, Obito, and Izuna💌🔥

Visiting The Hotsprings w/Shikamaru Headcanons💖💌

Madara Uchiha SFW Alphabet 💖💌

Losing Your Virginity to Jiraiya Headcanons 💌🔥💖

Izuna Uchiha NSFW Alphabet💌🔥

Jiraiya Body Preference Headcanons💌🔥💖

Polyamorous Relationship w/ Itachi and Shikamaru HC's💌🔥💖

Itachi Uchiha NSFW Alphabet💌🔥💖

Itachi w/ Stressed S/O Headcanons💖💌

I'm Your Painkiller: Rock Lee x Reader💌🔥💖

Teasing Jiraiya Headcanons💌🔥

Let Me Love You: Rock Lee x GN!Reader💖💌

[teddy06writes]

Whumptober Day 22 - Alfie Solomons

Alfie Solomons x gn!reader

Prompt: Chronic Pain

Trigger Warnings: Swearing

Summary: Getting Alfie to take a day off when his sciatica is bothering him is a full time job.

You woke to the sound of your husbands grumbling as he puttered around you bedroom, getting ready for the day. While it wasn't unusual for you to wake around this time, and watch the few peaceful moments he would have during the day, you could tell that something was off.

Propping yourself up on one elbow, you watched as he leaned heavily against the dresser, muttering a curse you couldn't make out. You recognized the odd shift in his stance in an instant.

"Are you alright love?"

Alfie startled at the sound of your voice, looking up and across the room at you, "Hm? What? I'm fine, treacle, you just go back to bed now, right?"

You sat up properly now, raising your eyebrows and crossing your arms, "Alfie..."

"'s just me sciatica, love, nothin' to worry about."

You let out a judgmental hum, and thinking that was the end of it, he went back to digging around in one of the drawers for whatever shirt he was looking for. Finally finding whichever one he was looking for, he straightened up, moving across the room stiffly, and muttering to himself, "Now where the bloody hell did I put..."

Without a word you slipped out of bed quietly, darting through the silent house to retrieve his cane from where he had left it in the study the night before.

When you returned, he was sitting on the edge of the bed, running his hand over his beard.

"You ought to stop leaving this around." You said, handing the cane over.

He sighed but took it gratefully, "Thank you, treacle."

You sat down beside him on the edge of the bed, nudging his shoulder with yours, "Maybe you should stay home today. I know you don't have any important meetings."

"Maybe not any meetings, but inventory is coming up, and I need to go over the adding before my next meeting with that fuckin Shelby wanker," He rubbed a hand over his beard once more, "And it really ain't that bad."

You tried to hold back a scoff, nodding seriously, "Oh yes, of course. And none of that could ever be held off till tomorrow."

"Well-"

You cut him off, pressing a kiss to his temple and standing up, "Right. I'm going to go make some breakfast."

A few minutes later, you were halfway through scrambling some eggs when Alfie lumbered into the kitchen, leaning heavily on his cane. You pursed your lips, but said nothing, turning to the stove top.

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Alfie reluctantly taking the pain medication he'd been prescribed for particularly bad days.

"Are you sure you can't just stay home, Alf? If it's bothering you that much-"

"Don't you go trying to tell me what to do-" He pointed a finger at you, "I am a grown man, I can take care of myself thank you very fucking much."

"That doesn't mean you should have to," You moved your pan off the burner, moving to wrap your arms around his waist, "Let me take care of you, darling."

Almost automatically, his arms were wrapping around you in return, but he kept up his grumbling, "I've got things, treacle, right, that I need to do, and I'm fine anyway. Just making a big fuss over nothin."

"Mhhhm. What if I just go call Ollie myself and tell him not to let you into your office, hm? What then?" You asked, pulling away enough to look at him.

He wagged his finger at you again, "Ah, but Ollie's to scared of me to keep me out all day."

"He might be scared of you threatening him, but I think he'd be more scared of disappointing me." You said gravley.

Alfie locked eye with you for a long moment, and a battle of wills commenced. You would keep this up all day, even if it meant following him all the way to the bakery, sitting in his office all day, and not letting him get one ounce of work done, for your begging him to take a load off.

You knew that, and he knew that. It took a few long moments before he finally looked away, conceding.

"Right, fine. Since you put it that way."

You beamed, pressing a kiss to his whiskery cheek, "Wonderful. Now, you sit right down there, and after breakfast I will run you a nice, hot bath."

[charliehoennam]

faults of the father

A/N: requested by itisjustwhatitis. Sorry I took such a long time to finally get to this, I hope you enjoy! If you like it, please reblog it for support. Sharing is caring!

Warnings: Language; hardly any, just fluff

Word count: 1,275

Pairing: Alfie Solomons x gn!reader

SHARING IS CARING, SO PLEASE REBLOG

There was no denying that Alfie transformed into someone completely different from the barbarian brute he had to be at work. This transition was never really hard for Alfie; he had already had much practice once you started living together.

Sure, there were some nights here and there where he came home a little more stressed but it was never anything too intense to become hurtful. The patience he purposely lacked with his working men was intentionally doubled the second he set his foot inside. You were his world, his love and now with your growing family, he’d become even more careful with his temper. Of course, you always talked about the worries you both had. Communication is vital after all.

 Alfie never really cared about what people thought of him. Until he met you. Until he met your daughter after the most anxious and longest 9 months of his life. And now that she was here, he would make she was treated like the princess she was and ensure that you and she would never see him less than a loving and respectful father/husband.

On your daughter’s first birthday, he wouldn’t be any different. Not even the blessed profanity spewing mouth he had on him. You would like to think he tried to contain himself; that he made the effort to turn his swearing into more acceptable words since your daughter was gradually becoming more vocal. But you knew it would take time to change deeply rooted ways and adapt to the newest member of the Solomons family. Hell, even you were still adapting to the intricate path of parenthood.

You had decided to have just a small get-together with a few members of your families to celebrate. They had traveled quite a long way to see your baby; the last time they had seen her was when she was born so they were very excited and more than willing to travel the distance when they received your invitation.  

The darkness of evening had fallen over the large oceanfront estate; your relatives already tucked into the warm beds of the guest rooms. You and Alfie, however, were decided to extend the day a bit longer and lounge in bed with a couple of slices of cake you had sneaked downstairs to indulge in private.  

“Apparently, we’re not the only ones sneaking cake in the bedrooms.” 

You giggled closing the door quietly with a bump of your hip against the wooden door; tip-toeing to your bed topped with Alfie and your sweet child who was babbling in a language incomprehensible to adults, being nothing more than random vowels and sounds strung together with occasional ‘mama’s’ ‘and dada’s’ here and there. A rag doll held tightly in her chubby hand, thrashing in random bursts of emotion.

“Well, they should be. This cake is worth every cent.” He stated just before cramming a forkful into his mouth.  

“Told you it was a good choice. You can’t go wrong with chocolate, love.”

“No, you most certainly cannot.”

It also didn’t go unnoticed by your daughter. She was already tossing her rag doll aside and smacking her lips as she crawled towards the decadent chocolate dessert, anxious for a taste of her father’s food. She grunted and moaned, cooing for a bite as she tried to tug his arm down. Much like your husband, she refused to take no for an answer. Alfie was definitely a push over when it came to her. Spoiled her rotten and always caved in her desires, especially when it came to food. If his princess wanted it, he’d be damned if he didn’t give it to her. 

“You wanna taste, princess? There you go.”  

He cautiously held his fork to her mouth; her arms now propping herself up against his semi-clothed belly. The waist tie of the robe he wore was loose enough to let the garment open to expose his furry chest. An innocent smirk grew on his lips as he watched her eyes widen and glimmer with joy; mouth hanging open. Tasting the cake, she wasted no time to smile and so, opened her mouth even wider in hopes of a bigger bite.

“You can’t always give her what she wants, you know.” You smiled watching your husband melt at your daughter’s smile; smacking her lips as she giggled in excitement and overall appreciation of the sweet dessert.  

“Look at that face, love. How do you expect me to say no to that?”

“Don’t you know the message you’re teaching her, Alf?”  

“I know, it ain’t right. But fuck... She’s only a baby.”

“Alfie! Language!” You laughed.  

“She don’t know what it means, y/n. No need for a fit.” He chuckled as he continued to feed her a few more small bites, taking short pauses between to give her time to chew and swallow but the longer he took to offer another bite, the more impatient she grew; whining and tugging his wrist towards her mouth. Barely any teeth in and already she had a sweet tooth.

“She may not know bu-”

A string of curses spewed from your husband as she tugged hard enough to wobble the slice of cake off the plate and rolling down his chest; chocolate frosting staining everything it touched. The hairs on his chest, the silk fabric of his robe, the linen that dressed your bed. She didn’t seem to mind the mess at all. In fact, she seemed quite pleased since she was able to grab handfuls of the slice and plot back down on her backside to munch on the handfuls; grinning at her accomplishments and laughing as Alfie cursed about the mess. You, on the other hand, couldn’t hold back your laughter. It was rather perfect timing; maybe just what Alfie needed in order to recognize the consequences his style of parenting – lack of it – had on her attitude.  

“See? You can’t even get angry at her for that. That’s your own doing, my love.”

“My doing? You saying it’s my fault? How exactly is this my fault?”

“That’s exactly what I’m saying. You’re conditioning her to let her have whatever she wants without setting limits, Alfie.”

“Well, I want her to learn she can have whatever she wants, yes.” He agreed, hardly trying to defend himself.  

“What you’re doing is being a bad influence.”  

“I’m not that awful as a father... Am I?”

“Not in all aspects. There’s always room for improvements, right?” No. He's the best father. That’s what he really wanted to debate, even now that he was covered in frosting. But that would be a war that would wage on forever between you if he had spoken his mind freely.  

“Well, fuck, love. When you put it like that....”  

Another obscene word slipped out, but before you could rebuke your husband for using profanity in front of your child, you realized the voice didn’t belong to him. It was her.

“Fuck!” She giggled proudly as she caught both of your attention, clapping her cake-coated hands like she’d won a prize.  

Truly, deep down inside, Alf tried to contain his laughter – no matter how poorly he managed - to avoid enabling her to speak like that. She wasn’t old enough to understand it was a bad word or why it was unacceptable. But it was evident that you were right, although Alfie hated admitting it. What was worse was the fact that he actually felt proud of her, feeling his heart swell with delight as he watched her take what she wanted. The apple hadn’t fallen far from her paternal tree.

“Alright. I think I see what you’re saying, love.”  

[mx-pastelwriting]

Kinktober Day 25: Double Penetration

Tommy Shelby x GN! Reader x Alfie Solomons

Summary: Being the part of the deal that you gladly agreed upon.

Warnings: Smut, Riding, A top & T bottom

Kinktober Masterlist

Minors do not interact!

Two pairs of hands grab to steady your hips and thighs with nothing but you filling their minds; in return, they fill you, making you take both of their cocks, sinking slowly, ensuring every moan had a stage for them to enjoy.

Only watching and hearing Tommy and Alfie taking great pleasure in sharing your body, seeing as Tommy, who was under you, leaned his head back into the bed as breathy moans left him, Alfie had no shame nor filter moaning in your ear then calling your name.

Leaning back into Alfie's chest, he gladly takes you in his arms, still pants to your hips, as he starts to thrust, making all moans rise in volume, filling the second floor of the house.

Tommy gripped your thighs before thrusting up, causing another wave of pleasure through your body. Eyes water to your inside being taken in and fucked raw only in the matter of minutes you agreed to the deal you couldn't remember to their cocks fogging your mind leaving your body and moaning to their will and enjoyment for the night.

Hello, I hope you enjoyed if there is and grammar mistakes or misspellings sorry about that feel free to let me know in the comments, have a great day/afternoon/night!

Taglist: @zoexme @memphiscity69 @christynalou @secrets2004 @roguevenus @k3nmakyan @delusional-13s-blog @nataliewalker93

[butterfly-lies-chase-them-away]

TOM HARDY MASTER LIST

REQUESTS CLOSED

Fics under cut

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Alfie Solomons

The Boogeyman 🎃Halloween Special🎃 

- Monster!Alfie Solomons

Summary: "Do not misbehave, be a good girl. And no matter what. Never! enter the woods. He will get you."

In a small village plagued by the ominous presence of the Boogeyman, you, a young and curious woman, find your world forever altered when you cross paths with Alfie Solomons, an enigmatic and older man. Instantly captivated by his mystique, you're drawn into his intriguing world, but as your connection deepens, you can't help but wonder if your newfound association with him will lead to unforeseen danger and consequences.

(UNEDITED)

Soulbound Scars (ONESHOT)

Alfie Solomons x Fem!Reader

- Soulmate AU

Summary: In a gritty world of crime and secrets, Y/n, marked by shared scars and pain with feared gang leader Alfie, takes an unexpected punch to his face.

(UNEDITED)

Brave Little Protector (ONESHOT)

Summary: Following a night on the town, Alfie and Y/n's evening takes an ominous turn when a menacing group of men attempts to intimidate them. Despite Alfie's leg issues, the men foolishly believe they have the upper hand, oh boy, were they mistaken.

(UNEDITED)

Mine to Kill (ONESHOT)

Alfie Solomons x Gn!Reader 

Summary: When Alfie finds himself on the brink of death yet again, it's Y/n who drags him to an unexpected safe haven. Even with the hate between the two, they can’t deny the connection between the two of them. 

(UNEDITED)

Spoiled 

Alfie Solomons x Fem!Reader

Part One

Summary: Y/n is looking in a dress boutique when a strange man comes in and pays for her dress. This forms a strange friendship between Y/n and Alfie. 

Part Two

Summary: Alfie and Y/n had been friends for a while now and Y/n started catching feelings.

(UNEDITED)

DestinyAlfie Solomons x Gn!Reader

Summary: The story follows Alfie and the reader, who repeatedly cross paths throughout their lives but never truly meet until they both end up in Camden after the war. Despite numerous near-miss encounters, a fateful day finally brings them together, and their meeting feels like the culmination of a deep, unspoken connection.

[finecole]

Masterlist

BALDUR’S GATE 3

Astarion:

- Spawn!Astarion x GN!Tav - Counterweight

HARRY POTTER

George Weasley:

- George Weasley x Reader - back in no time

RED QUEEN

Kilorn Warren:

- The fish boy and his bucket (au)

PEAKY BLINDERS

Michael Gray:

- Michael Gray x Reader series Intertwined masterlist (on hold)

Finn Shelby:

- Finn Shelby x Reader - Someone you need to meet

Alfie Solomons:

- Alfie Solomons x Reader - Intrigued

MCU

Peter Parker:

- Peter Parker x Stark!Reader - Pieces

- Peter Parker x Stark!Reader - ‘’Stark can’t fix doorbell’’

[teddy06writes]

Tired...

Alfie Solomons x gn!autistic!reader

Trigger Warnings: Swearing, me struggling to describe my headspace accurately

Summary: You're not having a great day. Alfie does his best to remedy this.

{This is so incredibly self indulgent its not even funny}

{Also send alfie requests?}

"Treacle I'm home! Where are you love?"

It took two tries before your mouth caught up to your mind and you were able to call out, "'m in the den."

You could hear his footsteps drawing closer, with Cyril's plodding alongside him. Alfie took one look at you, lying out on the floor in front of the sofa, and knew that something wasn't right.

"What's going on my dove?"

"I-" Your voice faltered, and you craned your neck to look up at him, desperately searching for some answer you could give him without saying 'everything'.

"That's alright, you just take your time, eh lovey?"

Cyril padded over to you, sniffing at your outstretched hand for a moment before settling down beside you. You ran a hand over his fur letting out a saddened sigh.

Alfie moved over to the sofa, plopping down with a grunt, "'scuse me, for not joining you, treacle. 'S just with me sciatica I might not be able to get back up again."

With your free hand, you reached up, grabbing for his hand. He gave it to you easily, running the rough pad of his thumb over your knuckles.

You stayed there for a few long minutes, staring up at the nothingness of the ceiling and trying to arrange your thoughts into something coherent enough to share with your husband.

Eventually, you clambered up onto the couch, tucking yourself under Alfie's arm. He squeezed you tightly against his side, pressing his lips to your hair for a long moment, waiting patiently.

"I just- I feel so slow today... like I have to build up every thought letter by letter. And I couldn't get any of my work done cause I'm so tired.... and and my brain doesn't work right cause I know it's all my head but I can't get it to go away-"

"Now hang on one second, petal," Alfie said, interrupting your rambling, "Your brain is not wrong."

"But it doesn't work right!"

Alfie shook his head vehemently, "No, no, no, it just works different- and that ain't your fault treacle, eh? It's just them fucking worms fault, yeah?"

You let out a huff, thinking back on the conversation you'd had with Alfie so long ago now, where you explained that sometimes it felt like there was something else in your head, poking around and making you think differently. He'd taken the metaphor and ran with it.

"I'm just tired of it- of all of it," You let out a sigh, trying to worm your way further into his side, "'s like the only thoughts I don't have to work for are the ones that are making me feel worse..."

"Listen to me, petal," Alfie said, threading his fingers with yours, and squeezing your hand to invite you to do the same, "All them lies those bloody worms are tellin' you, just ain't true. Right? So listen up you in there, you fuckin hitch hikers, you stop tellin' my boy your fuckin lies or I'll- I dunno, evict your sorry asses. yeah?"

You let out a huff of a chuckle, "Alf..."

You could practically feel him beaming into your hair, proud of himself, "Right, i think they got the message, don't you love?"

"Loud and clear." You nuzzled into him once more, giving his hand three rapid squeezes.

Alfie pressed his lips to your hair one more time, "I love you too, treacle."

[teddy06writes]

Hi! I hope you're doing okay! I say that you were taking Alfie requests and was wondering if it would be alright for me to ask this from the “i’ll keep you safe” prompts list you reblogged:

⋆ “either go to bed and get some rest willingly, or i will drag your ass down the hall kicking and screaming. you know i’ll have no problem with either option.”

I don't know why, but to me this seems like a very Alfie thing to do. Especially if he sees that his partner is overtired and yet too stubborn to get rest.

No pressure either way! Love your writing and thank you 🖤

"Either go to bed and get some rest willingly, or I will drag your ass down the hall kicking and screaming."

Alfie Solomons x gn!reader

Prompt: “Either go to bed and get some rest willingly, or i will drag your ass down the hall kicking and screaming. You know i’ll have no problem with either option.”

Trigger Warnings: Somehow only one (1) swear, (does that imply ooc alfie? Whos to say)

Summary: Lately, you've been overworking yourself, stretching yourself thin in an attempt to prove yourself to your new bosses. Alfie wants you to rest, and will have none of your excuses. Reader works at Ward, Lock & Co, a real publishing house based in London that opened originally in the 1850s and still functions as a member of a larger publishing group today.

{Look at me putting my degree work to use :D Reader is meant to be an editorial assistant}

{Thanks so much for requesting!!}

You'd been working for hours. The stack of folders you had brought home with you for the weekend, stuffed full with unread manuscripts, had barely seemed to shrink. The editor you reported to had all but dumped the stack on your desk in the office, asking you to sift through the slushpile to find something worth while.

You'd only been at this job a month, and you wanted so desperately to prove that you were worthy of staying with the company. To prove that you had what it took to become a senior editor one day.

The manuscript in front of you was by far not the worst thing you'd read today, but as the hour grew later and your eyelids grew heavier, it only got more and more boring. You found yourself reading the same sentence over and over again.

You underlined another particularly well written piece of dialogue, hardly even noticing as footsteps made their way down the hall toward you.

"Treacle?"

You nearly jumped out of your skin at the sound of your husband's voice, looking up from your work to find him leaning against the door frame, "Jesus- Alf you scared me half to death!"

He let out a quiet chuckle, venturing further into the room, "You comin to bed love? It's gettin late."

You nodded absently, already focused back on the pages before you, "Mhhm."

Alfie surveyed the scene in front of him with knowing eyes. From the dark circles gathering under your eyes, to the long since abandoned cup of tea he'd brought you earlier in the day, forgotten and threatening to be lost in the midst of your so called 'controlled chaos'. He knew you had been working hard, he understood why you felt you needed to prove yourself so desperately.

Still, it hurt his heart to see you pushing yourself like this. You, who always badgered him into taking breaks and staying home from the bakery on the days his sciatica was bothering him.

You stifled a yawn, rubbing at one of your eyes with the heel of your hand.

"Treacle?" He tried again, hovering at the edge of your desk.

You looked up at him, blinking owlishly, as if you'd almost forgotten he was there, "Alfie?"

"Are you coming to bed or not?"

You glanced back down at the pages before looking back up at him, "I've got to get this done. Just this one more and then I'll be in, okay?"

"Just the one?" He raised an eyebrow. It was never just one.

Still, you nodded seriously, "Just the one."

Alfie sighed, but moved to make himself comfortable on the sofa the two of you had chosen to furnish your study with, so long ago now, for when you needed company while you worked.

From there, he watched as the hour grew later and later, and your head drooped lower and lower. While you were making some progress, it was clear that you wouldn't be finishing that submission tonight.

Eventually, Alfie stood, making his way back to your desk, and put a hand on your shoulder, gently, "Treacle, come on, give it a rest love."

"I need to finish this, Alfie!"

He let out an exasperated sigh, "Petal, you're worn out. Let's get to bed, and you can finish this in the morning, yeah?"

You crossed your arms, "You don't understand! If I can't handle this- If I can't get through this, they'll think I'm no good for the job! Alfie-"

"Ah, ah, ah, none of that now, love," He cut you off, grabbing your hands and gently pulling you up out of your chair, "That's just your being tired talking yeah?"

"Alf..."

Alfie's voice stayed gentle and calm, "Listen to me, sweetness, yeah? Either go to bed and get some rest willingly, or i will drag your ass down the hall kicking and screaming. You know i’ll have no problem with either option.”

You sighed, leaning into him, "Fine."

He beamed, "That's more like it."

Alfie was quick to guide you back down the hall, and within a matter of minutes, you were tucked safely within his arms, fast asleep.

[teddy06writes]

Win Win

Alfie Solomons x autistic!gn!reader

Warnings: none other than this was written on mobile

Premise: None of Alfies many, boring meetings with Tommy could ever be as important as you

{I just know this man would be the best to info dump to. Ten points to whoever gets what book reader is talking about}

{Much Ado AU is incoming, hopefully within the next week}

Alfie sat behind his desk, chin propped in his hand as you rambled on about the book you'd just finished, seemingly unaware of the meeting you had interrupted.

From where he sat on the other side of the desk, Tommy looked between the two of you; Alfie with a soft, adoring look on his face as he watched you, rocking back and forth on your heels, fingers tracing the edge of the cover of the book you carried, over and over.

Tommy signed, catching Alfie's eye and raising his eyebrows. He glanced at you, silently asking, or maybe judging.

Alfie fixed him with a death stare for a long moment, shaking his head, before his gaze shifted back to you, softening instantly.

"And then he said that he was proposing against his better judgement and-" You cut yourself off, finally seeming to notice Tommy, "Oh! Mr Shelby! I'm so sorry, I didn't realize I was interrupting..."

Tommy opened his mouth to speak, but Alfie was quicker, beckoning you closer as he spoke, "That's alright petal, we were just about done, weren't we Tommy Boy?"

At the second death glare in two minutes, Tommy sighed, starting to get up, "Right. I'll be in contact, if anything else comes up."

Alfie nodded dismissively, already focused back on you as he pulled you down into his lap, "Right, yeah, sure, bye mate."

As Tommy disappeared, you grinned down at your husband, and he chuckled, "You did that on purpose, didn't you, you cheeky thing."

"Ollie said you looked bored...." You reached forward to gently set your book on his desk.

"And you were all excited about your little story," Alfie added, gently poking at your sides.

You grinned again, taking one of his calloused hands in yours and tracing the lines of his palms gently, "It was a win win."

Alfie smiled up at you fondly, squeezing your waist with his free hand, "So, Mr what's his face proposed but he insulted her while he did it?"

"Yes! And was a huge ass about it- but he redeemed himself later- don't worry...."

You launched back into talking about the book as though you'd never been interrupted, and Alfie listened happily, occasionally asking questions that prompted another burst of excitement every time it seemed like you might stop.

With Alfie, you never had to worry about boring him, or taking up his time, anytime you wanted to talk about something you enjoyed. He was always there to listen.