#alfie solomons x reader insert

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@zablife hadn't even started the story, and I was already ogling that GIF, Lee 🙈🥵!

Wait...is this my first Alfie Solomons, smut story 😳😱?? I think it might be! You always have me discovering new peaky characters in the most raunchiest of ways, Lee 🤭!

I'd be purposely late every morning if this is what awaited me when I arrived! A dominate Alfie as your boss, would certainly give any the encouragement to get her job done 😂.

You were held captive by the swirl of green in his irises and the strong pout present upon his ruby lips. Loved this line because I could totally imagine a pouty, all innocent Alfie toying with someone this way!

"Good girls don't need air, do they? Only need to serve. To please," uhm... 🥵. Lee you're killing me this one 😩. Does he not realise that saying things like this might have the opposite effect on a girl, maybe making her even later next time she shows up for work 😈??

"Add that to your list of morning chores, treacle. Before the tea," he clarified with a smirk" Loved how you finished this spicy Alfie fic! I have a feeling that might not be the only added chore to her list if she stays in his employment any longer 👌!

As always, thank you for sharing your raunchy imagination with us, Lee! I can never get enough of it 😍.

Hi lovin the sleepover. Can I please request a spicy fic for Mr Solomons if I'm not to late. Preferably with a shy lady🫣 maybe is maid or secretary or whatever you think. And I do love some dirty talk if your up for it. 💗💗

Hi lovely, I hope you see this reply despite the fact that it's quite belated! Ty for your patience!

Morning Chores

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, abuse of power, degradation, blowjob

Your heels clicked loudly against the cement floor of the distillery, hand gripping at your skirts to keep them from impeding your frantic movements. You were late again and Mr. Solomons had warned you what was to come if you continued to displease him. There were no second chances with a man like him. That much was clear the moment you rounded the corner to find him standing with arms crossed and jaw clenched in disapproval.

"M-mr. Solomons," you huffed out in one terrified breath. "Good morning, sir," you added quickly with a sharp nod of your head.

"Yeah, it is, innit?" he remarked without pleasure, considering the cane he held in his palm. A long pause lingered in the air between you before he added, "Except for one thing pet...I ain't had my tea yet."

You gulped, remembering that was your first duty of the day. "I'll see to it right away," you assured him, attempting to walk past him. However, a large hand gripped you in the darkened corridor ceasing any movement.

You struggled momentarily, Alfie's grasp only tightening, fingers curling in a menacing snare. "I didn't dismiss you," he growled lowly, hot breath ghosting over your face.

"Wh-what else did you need?" you asked in confusion.

Alfie turned you to face him and you took note of the storm brewing in his hazel eyes, a look that both intrigued and terrified you. Your chest rose and fell quickly before him, garnering his attention suddenly, eyes falling to your bosom hungrily before he spoke.

"I think an apology is in order," he finally stated.

You were held captive by the swirl of green in his irises and the strong pout present upon his ruby lips. There was little you wouldn't have done in that moment even if your job hadn't been at stake. "I'm...so sorry, Mr. Solomons," you whispered as you held eye contact with him.

The air between you became charged with electricity, the hum of the machinery behind you thrumming in your pulse as you waited to see what he might do next. To your surprise, he stepped closer, leaving no distance between you as his cane came to rest upon the backs of your thighs.

He struck your backside roughly as he hummed to himself, the whimpers you tried to suppress only making him breath more heavily against you. Just when you thought you might cry out in protest, he stilled, leaning in to brush the shell of your ear. "You're sorry, eh?" he asked in a hoarse whisper.

You nodded fiercely, the heat radiating between you enough to make you lose control of yourself. There was no need to speak when he tangled a ringed hand in your hair, forcing you to your knees suddenly.

"You're going to show me, little dove," he murmured, opposite hand flying to his belt buckle.

You scrambled before him, hands clawing at his thighs as he jerked at your roots possessively. "Behave!" he gritted out through clenched teeth before feeding you his cock, a low groan escaping as he entered your warm mouth.

Tears pricked your eyes instantly at the intrusion, his hips flush with your lips before you could register another thought. The curls of his pubic hair brushing your nose, you huffed, attempting to control your breathing, but it was useless amidst his relentless pursuit of pleasure.

You tried tapping at his broad thigh but he only scoffed, "Good girls don't need air, do they? Only need to serve. To please," he mumbled, already losing himself to the intense feeling.

Lungs burning and heart thundering, you accepted his challenge, working your tongue along his shaft like your life depended on it, gagging slightly every so often. "That's it, choke for me," he goaded. You could tell by his trembling thighs and labored breaths he was close and soon enough he was spilling down your throat.

You pulled off with a gasp, a trail of thick saliva connecting you to his dick. Alfie panted as he stumbled forward, hand stroking your head in a patronizing show of affection. "Such a good whore for me..." he praised. "Add that to your list of morning chores, treacle. Before the tea," he clarified with a smirk.

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

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Spoiled Brat

Pairing: Alfie Solomons x Reader Word Count: 4.2k words Warnings: Smut, p in v sex, cunnilingus, overstimulation, spanking, slight breeding kink, slight degradation (blink and you’ll miss it), language... A/N: I don’t know why this took me as long as it did but it’s finally here. I don’t know when I became a slut for Alfie Solomons, but I did, so enjoy this smut fic of him. Thank you.

Alfie Solomons was working late again at the distillery, burning away the hours of the evening as they faded into the late hours of the night. Alfie Solomons was working on some random paperwork he had no interest in as he ran his hand through his beard and grumbled about something trivial under his breath. Alfie Solomons was working away at God-knows-what while you slightly overstayed your welcome—although she insisted you hadn’t, even if her husband didn’t seem to agree—at your dear friend’s home. You left promptly, despite her invitation to stay and aggravate her husband even more (just for the fun of it, really).

You scratched her tabby cat behind the ears as he purred, resting its cheek in your hand and shutting his eyes. With a quick farewell to your friend, you were off onto the darkened street of Camden Town. Your heels clicked along the damp cobblestone as you wrapped your coat around your body. The moon was hardly present, a smile in the sky that showed little light to guide your way. You didn’t need it, you’d walked down that road a million times.

You could make out a few shadows in the dark, watching eyes that considered you for a moment before quickly looking away at the realization of who it was you actually were. They’d like to keep their heads fixed on their shoulders.

When you reached the building you knew all, you were greeted by the stragglers who usually stayed late, people who would also be leaving sooner than your husband. You regarded them with a little smile, and they returned it gratuitously.

You didn’t bother knocking on the door when you arrived at Alfie’s office. You twisted the handle and turned it open, stepping right through and hanging your coat and hat on the rack by the door. He didn’t have to look up to know it was you, as you were the only one who would ever think to let yourself in so boldly without permission from the big bad Alfie Solomons who kept a gun in his drawer next to the whiskey.

“Hello, love,” you greeted him warmly.

He grunted his reply at first before finally speaking after a prolonged silence. “How are you, dove?” he muttered, his face still stuck in the paperwork on his desk .

When you didn’t respond, he finally looked up at you. You stood in front of the door, your head tilted as you looked over at him through your lashes. He took in the sight of you and leaned back in his chair, watching your lashes flutter and your smile widen with a certain mischief he was all too familiar with in you.

“Uh, oh,” he said, setting his pen down and sliding his papers to the side. “She wants something.” His lips curled underneath his mustache with a grin he’d tried to keep away in the face of your pleading eyes.

“Alfie.” Your voice was small and gentle, raised a half step as you swayed a little with your hands behind your back. Your smile was that kind of smile meant to charm unsuspecting prey before they met their demise. Alfie knew it all too well, and has fallen victim to your hypnotic antics far too many times for his rough exterior and notorious reputation to handle.

He sighed deeply, holding his arms out wide to suggest one of his constricting bear hugs. “Come ‘ere, luv,” he requested. You gladly obey, walking over to him and taking your sweet time about it. You were just going to stand in front of him, tuck yourself between his legs and look down at him as he held your waist, but as soon as you were within arm’s reach, he pulled you down onto his lap and practically cradled you.

“Right, what is it?” he asked once you were situated, watching you with plenty of interest as his hand stroked along your back. You threw your arms around his neck, giving him your best puppy dog eyes—a look you and Cyril shared and only used for no good.

Then you bit your lip, and Alfie knew you meant only trouble.

“I’ve been thinking about things,” you began, trailing one hand to his chest and tapping your fingers there. He watched you like some sailor caught under a siren’s spell.

“What kinds of things?” he asked, humming deep in his chest. The sound buzzed underneath your hand, and he gave a little grin as he suggested, “Naughty?”

You chuckled lightly, “No.”

He huffed, his smile falling. “Right, then,” he said. “I dunno if I want to hear it now.”

You stifled your chuckle, granting him a large smile and using the full force of your pleading eyes. “Please?” you whispered, leaning in closer so your faces were hardly inches apart.

You were vividly aware of his finger tapping against your thigh as he held you in his lap. He gave in to your pleading with a sigh full of feigned exasperation. “Alright, alright,” he huffed. “Put them eyes away.”

You pressed your lips to his temple, buttering him up as you leaned your head on his shoulder and sighed. Alfie sighed, too. He knew every single one of your methods, and he still fell for them every single time.

"I know we already have Cyril," you began slowly, "and I love him to death, but I was just wondering… What if we…?"

"You want another dog, is it? Done." He looked at you, flashing a smile that had you rolling your eyes. He just shrugged. "See? Wasn't that 'ard."

You raised a brow at him, "I want a cat."

He stared at you for a moment, his brows furrowed slightly as he seemed to think over that. "Alright, forgive my language, luv, yeah, but that's a right fuckin' awful idea."

You looked back at him, your pout returning with a vengeance as you pushed your lip out, your brow crinkling. "Why?" you whined.

"We don't need no pussy cat," he shook his head, his hand patting against your ass as he smirked at you. "I'm fine with the one I've got."

"Alfie," you softly reprimand, the seriosity falling short with your giggle at his slightly crude joke.

He continued to refuse, much to your dismay. "It'll scratch everything up, break shit. Plus, they fuckin' smell like shit and they're jus' fuckin' mean."

You rolled your eyes, "No, they're not! I have a friend who has a cat, and he's brilliant!"

He lolled his head back dramatically, rolling his eyes. "Oh, so you've already been brainwashed, eh?"

You jutted your bottom lip out once more. "Alfie, please?" you begged.

Again, he shook his head, his word final as he pressed his finger against your bottom lip to push it back into place. "You can suck that lip back in, luv, 'cause it's still a no."

"I can take care of it," you pushed.

"I'll have Cyril take care of it."

"Alfie!" you scolded.

He shrugged remorselessly. "Yeah, no."

You pulled a desperate card that you knew had a very low chance at success.

"Don't you love me at all?"

Not only did it not work as Alfie fell completely silent, looking back at you with a face lacking any playfulness, but now you were sure you had gotten yourself in trouble. You hid your inhibitions.

"Right," he started out slowly, lifting a finger to point at you. "This is what we are not gonna do, yeah? We are not going to do that little manipulation thing you do, eh, like you're a pretty little pup who never gets what she wants." He popped the 'P' of pup, staring you down with an intensity that nearly had you shaking.

"You know what we're gonna do?" he asked. "We're gonna behave like a good little girl," he got in your face for the last few words, "and agree that we ain't gettin' no cat."

You slump, "But…"

He shakes his head, "No buts."

You huffed, removing your hands from around his neck as you moved to stand. As soon as you were lifting off of his lap, he pulled you down again by your waist and made you face him. It was the very last card you had as you forced a tear to slip down your cheek, staring at him with the biggest eyes you could manage and allowing your frown to deepen.

The way he stared at you was almost frightening. It was incredulous, almost frustrated as he watched you exaggerate your sorrow for being told a very simple 'no'.

"Right," he began, "I want that pout and that fake little tear off your little scrunched up face right now, or I'll wipe it off myself."

A tear fell down your other cheek, and you had to turn away to hide it from him. He grabbed your face by your cheeks, squishing them together to bring your attention back to him.

"You have to the count of three, luv," he warned, displaying his hand as he readied it to begin his slow countdown. "One."

Your expression did not shift, your pout remained and your two crocodile tears dropped from your chin.

"Right, then."

He did not finish his countdown. He grabbed you roughly, manhandling you onto his lap so that you were laying across his huge thighs. You yelped in surprise as you were folded over, your bottom on display for him.

He began lifting up your dress, adjusting everything to give him a clear view of your white, silk undergarments. Then he tore those off of you so he could see your precious ass.

"Since you want to behave like some spoiled brat," he said, "we're going to treat you like one."

He gave you no warning at all before his hand was coming down rather harshly on your ass. It burned, a bright pain blossoming over your skin and staining it with a deep shade that Alfie marveled at. A surprised cry slipped out of you. He grunted.

"There we go. Let's give you something to cry about, sweetheart."

And he did. Smack after smack, he painted your skin the darkest shades of red as the pain bloomed along your ass and thighs. You bit your lip and, until he reprimanded you for it, tried to muffle your cries.

There was a sick kind of pleasure you were getting out of this, the both of you. Being bent over his lap like this, scolded for not being "a good little girl", It was a type of pain that was twisting in your gut and leaking out of your cunt.

By the time the punishment came to an end, your face was streaming with real tears as he wrapped his hand around your throat and lifted you to see your face again. "Look at me," he directed. "Have you learned your lesson yet, luv?"

You nodded quickly, propping yourself up as best you could so you could obey his simple command. "Yes," you breathed. "Yes, sir."

He examined your face, flushed and stained with tears. "Nah," he shook his head. "Nah, I don't think you have." He dipped his hand between your thighs. He wasn't even touching your pussy, but he could feel the wetness spreading along the inside of your legs, warm and soaking.

You closed your eyes, suppressing a moan as you nodded your head again to convince him. "Please."

He bit his bottom lip for a moment, a wicked grin spreading over his face as he nodded slowly. "Yeah, see?" he whispered. "Still askin' for things."

You would have scoffed or called him out for tricking you if you were so fucking frustrated right now, in need of his thick fingers to finally stop teasing your sensitive thighs and bury themselves in your waiting cunt. "I'm sorry, Alfie."

His thumb swiped over your cheek as he nodded. "I know you are, luv, but I'm not through with you yet."

Before you had time to respond to his words, he leaned forward and swiped everything off his desks. Papers flew in the air, pens shot across the room, plastic and metal miscellaneous scattered over the freshly swept floors scratched up from previous beatings and scuffings of shoes.

He tucked his arm under your body and picked you up easily, his biceps flexing and bugling out of the rolled up sleeve of his white shirt. He dropped you onto the cold wood with less sympathy than if he were not as angry with you. The coolness of the desks seeped through your dress and threatened to bring your nipples to a harder peak as you grasp at the edge of it, chest heaving with the anticipation of what he’d do. There was a stretch of silence where you heard nothing but felt the security of your dress lessen.

Alfie took a hold of your waist, clutched your sides with a tightening and loosening grip, as if he was testing out your stability, your strength. He came to a determination, choosing to flip you over onto your back with a rough shove. You moaned lightly when the table dug into across your shoulder blades and he tutted.

You looked up at him through hooded eyes, waiting for Alfie to make his next move as he stood over you, thinking, calculating. He nodded a little, quiet and staring. When he finally moved, his hands came up to clutch around your dress as he slipped it off your body and discarded it on the floor like trash. At least he hadn’t torn it, he liked doing that.

Layer by layer, he yanked your clothes away until you were so completely bare before him. He admired you for a moment, just staring, thinking. “Right,” he mumbled under his breath, just another grumble of a word spoken into the air. He bent down, taking your face in his strong hand and clutching, your lips scrunching into a pout. “Since you want a pussy cat so bad,” he said, his eye contact searing, “why don’t I just pay some attention to yours? That should cancel out, eh?”

He didn’t leave time for you to respond before he was finally pressing his lips to your bare chest. Your back arched into him and a stifled moan wormed its way from your throat. His kisses traveled sparingly down to your soaked cunt. He hummed, a deep sound that rumbled in his chest. A surprised yelp cut through the air when his hand came down on your folds, a loud smack accompanying the quick movement as your body jolted.

“Alfie,” you breathed.

He looked at you quickly, “Right, did I say you could fuckin’ speak, girl?” You shook your head, laying your head back on the desk a moment before meeting his gaze again. “That’s what I thought. Do yourself a favor and shut your mouth unless you’ve a pretty little moan for me. Alright?” You nodded quickly and he nodded back.

He gripped your thighs, kneading the flesh and spreading it wide. He blew some against your folds, testing your sensitivity and smiling to himself when your legs twitched. He leaned forward and pushed your chest back down when your back arched at his warm lips wrapping around your cunt. His hot tongue laved over your folds, licking up the arousal that coated your flesh and working his tongue into your hole.

You bit your lip as you moaned, eyes screwed shut as your mouth fell open. He worked you up and kept you there, making you climb higher and higher as he brought you to the cusp of pleasure. Your little mewls and moans were music to him, and you sang the most beautiful songs to him as he grunted into you. You made a mess of him with nothing but your slick arousal, riding his face as best he could when his strong arms held you down so easily.

And when you came, you did so with the broken moan of his name, gasping and clenching and arching your back off the table. But he didn't stop, even as you tangled your hands in his hair, he didn't stop. His insistent tongue continued to lick and his talented lips continued to suck.

You were reduced to a mess of tears and slick and rambling cries. You were so sensitive, the overstimulation was too much to handle as he tortured you.

He pulled back finally, granting you mercy as he watched you, face drenched, beard sticky with your cum. His kiss-swollen lips smiled as he loomed over you. "Oh, look at that," he marveled. "Now those are some fuckin' tears, right. Some big fuckin' tears."

You panted as you tried to catch your breath, ignoring the tears that tickled down the side of your face. "I'll be good," you whispered. "I promise, I'll be good."

He leaned forward and kissed your lips, you could taste yourself off him. "I'm sure you will, luv. I'm sure you will," he said. "But I am gonna give you some more, alright? Jus' in case." You whimpered pathetically, watching him descend your body one more to press his tongue against your oversensitive clit.

And you cried and moaned and promised you loved him until he finally let up and granted you pity. He kissed up your body again until he reached your lips. "There, there, sweetie," he cooed, moving hair from your face with a smile. "Alright, look at me. Beautiful, luv."

He kissed your cheek and dipped down to your ear, his voice deep and quiet and rumbling in his chest. "Now," he spoke, sending shivers down your spine, "I'm gonna fuck ya, and I want to hear your pretty little moans. How about that? Can you do that?"

You nodded quickly, anything to please him. "Yes, sir," you gasped. "Yes."

"Good," he smiled, straightening his spine again as he pulled himself out of his pants, hard and thick and red. "Right, spread your legs for me."

He set his hand on your thigh, squeezing and pushing it aside to open you up. Still breathless, you yelped as he pulled you a little closer to the edge. He licked his lips, lightly smacking his hand against the wet juncture between your thighs.

When he entered you, you gasped. Your mouth fell open and your eyes rolled to the back of your head as his cock, thick and throbbing, filled you inch by beautiful inch. "Alfie!" you moaned, reaching up to grasp his shoulders roughly.

When he was fully seated within you, he lingered there for a moment as he let out a heavy sigh. "Beautiful. So tight, luv," he breathed, eyes fluttering shut as a slight ramble fell from his lips. "That's a good girl."

After making you wait too long, he began to move again. His cock slid in and out of you in long, slow strokes as he filled you to the brim. You bit down on your bottom lip, your eyes closing as you breathed a heavy sigh.

His grip on your waist tightened as he eased himself in and out of you. A groan rumbled in his chest as he sighed. He was hardly slow or gentle as he rocked in and out of your squeezing cunt. He was paced, although his rough thrusts were not forgiving, and they left you pleading for more. You threw your head back as a stifled moan caught in your throat, and your hands shot up to wrap around his neck to hold him closer.

He pulled your arms away from him, and you whimpered pathetically when his cock slipped out of you. He grabbed you harshly, flipping you over the desk to lay on your stomach as he thrust back into you again. The new angle had completely different sensations rushing through you, and you welcomed them with desperate moans.

Alfie nudged your legs apart, spreading you wide for him as he continued to fuck you, building in speed as his rough thrusts filled you with him. The pleasure echoed off your bones just as your sounds echoed off the walls of the office. Your open mouth was unrestrained with noise of lust and passion.

The arousal was leaking down your legs, painting the insides of your thighs like a canvas, offering a generous lather of paint to the space. His cock spearing into you made the dirtiest sounds—skin on skin, wet against wet. Your mouth fell open and you let out breathless cries accompanied with their own pleasure tears.

He bent down over your back, nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck as he whispered into your ear at the sound of your whimpers. “Oh, is it too much for you, eh? You can’t take it?” he mocked. You responded with another pathetic moan. “That’s jus’ too bad, innit? You’re gonna have to, treacle.”

He seemed to go rougher after that, holding you close as he fucked into you from behind. You couldn’t control the obscene sounds falling from your lips. It was a mixture of “Alfie, Alfie, Alfie!” and open-mouthed moans that tore from your throat with the rhythm of the snap of his hips.

You were getting so close, driven to insanity by the passionate rock of his cock inside you. Your pussy fluttered as you grew nearer and nearer to your release. You could tell he was going to reach his peak too, with the way his moans become just a little bit louder, his thrusts become just a little bit more erratic.

“Alfie,” you gasped. “Alfie, please. Gonna cum!”

He sniffed, a little preoccupied but completely engrossed in your pleasure. “Yeah? You gonna cum all over my cock, luv? You gonna let me cum inside of ya and fill you up with our baby?” he whispered into your ear. A higher pitched moan squeezed out of you then, and he feels you clamp down around him. “Oh, you like that, don’t you? Like the idea of being bred by me, eh?”

You spoke between gasping breaths and a quivering smile. “I’m surprised,” a breath, “you haven’t done it already–Ah!” He interrupted you with yet another rough thrust. “Husband, I’m gonna cum.”

He reached around you, his fingers finding your pussy and shifting until he reached your clit. With an expert hand, he rubbed your clit and had you seeing stars. “Smart mouth,” he commented, shaking his head with a soft tut. A knot built in your gut until you couldn’t hold it anymore as your silent moans caught in your throat. “Go on, luv. Cum for me.”

As your orgasm came crashing down on you, it was loud and hard and you felt like you might have blacked out for a couple seconds as your body was overcome with this beautiful intoxication. You screamed his name, gripping the edge of the desk and burying your face in your arms.

Alfie groaned as you clenched around his cock, squeezing harder and harder until he couldn’t hold back anymore as well. His arm wrapped around you, pulling you close to him as he seated himself as deep as he could, coming deep within your hot pussy. “Fuck,” he groaned deeply in your ear, his voice a consuming rasp that prolongs your own mind-numbing release.

By the time you were both coming down, your body was limp against the now warm wood of the desk as you laid there, trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure sparking in your muscles. Alfie let out a deep breath and pulled out of you, looking down as the mixture of cum slipped down your thigh from your sopping cunt. He groaned deeply in his throat before finally wrapping his arm around you once more to ease you up.

He sat heavily in his chair, sighing loudly as he pulled you into his lap to rest against his chest. You nuzzled your face in his neck, wrapping your loose arms around him as you caught back up to reality. You both sat in silence as he rubbed gentle circles into your back, whispering soft praises and shushing you gently.

After a beat of silence, he sighed and pursed his lips as he thought to himself. Then he gave in.

“You can get a cat,” he relented. You pulled away from the comfort of his neck, your arms still wrapped around him as your face lit up with elation. He was quick to add his condition, “But if it doesn’t behave, I’ll have Cyril eat it, yeah?”

You gave him a bright smile, one of those looks that reminded him why you were his wife. “Thank you! I love you, Alfie!” you exclaimed, holding him again as you pepper his face in excited kisses.

“Yeah, yeah,” he sighed. “I love you, too, sweetheart.”

Alfie Solomons, one of the most dangerous men in London, proudly allowed his wife to cover him in kisses. Alfie Solomons, a Jewish gang leader, preened under the attention of his lover as he held her close to him, cradling her with all the affection in his heart. Alfie Solomons, a man from Camden Town, smiled like a lovesick fool as he and his wife shared one of those “I’d give you the world” kisses before they would depart to finally go home in the late hours of the night to make love again before retiring to bed and beginning another day of business and pleasure.

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[noforkingclue]

Hi!!! I saw you’re looking for some smut to write! How about a little something with Alfie and a praise kink? I’m a sucker for Alfie and being called a good girl 🤭

Of course! I love writing for Alfie and smut so I had a lot of fun writing this!

Hope you like it 😊

Title: Good Girl

Warnings: NSFW, praising kink

You knocked on the door to Alfie’s office and he looked up at the noise. He smirked and leant back in his chair when he saw it was you. He beckoned you forward and you slowly entered the room, shutting the door behind you. You slowly walked towards him as Alfie smirked and looked you up and down.

“You got it?” he asked

You waved the letter at him and put it down on the desk. Alfie read through it before tucking it into his pocket. You had leant against the desk and folded your arms as Alfie looked up at you.

“Good girl.”

Those two words. Fuck. Alfie probably didn’t know just what those two little words did to you. However…

You frowned and folded your arms. Alfie was smirking up at you and you felt the heat creep up your neck. Maybe, just maybe, he did.

The cunt.

“You really are too fucking good to me,” Alfie put a large hand on your thigh and rubbed circles with his thumb, “don’t know what I’d fucking do without you.”

“I’m sure you’d find someone else.”

“There’s no one else like you, love.”

Alfie stood up and put his hands on his desk, boxing you in. You felt yourself get hot and looked away but Alfie grasped your chin. He forced you to look into his eyes and pushed his thumb against your lips. You instinctively opened your mouth and Alfie pressed his thumb into your mouth. He gently pressed down on your tongue.

“Such a good girl,” he said, “my good girl.”

He pulled his thumb from your mouth and sat back in his chair, taking you with him. You slipped off his lap, kneeling between your legs and moved to undo his belt but Alfie stopped you. You frowned in confusion and Alfie tugged you up and back into his lap.

“I want you up here,” he said, “I want to fucking feel you.”

“Yes, Alfie.”

Alfie gently pulled you into his lap and you straddled him. Alfie was always so gentle with you. You had seen what he had done to others, you would have to be blind otherwise, and yet he treated you as though you were the most precious object in the world.  Rough hands trailed up your sides as you made yourself comfortable, before slipping under your skirt. His fingers skimmed along your underwear and you bucked slightly as he pressed one finger against you.

“Easy,” he muttered, beard scratching against your cheek, “easy now.”

You let out a shuddering moan as he pushed your underwear to the side and put one thick finger in. Your hands curled into his shirt as you got used to the intrusion. Alfie swirled his thumb against your clit as he pressed another finger in.

“Easy,” he said, “I know you can fucking take it.”

He added another finger and you gasped and bucked against him. You could feel his erection pressed against you and you moved your hands down. Alfie’s over hand came to the back of your head and held it in place as he roughly pressed his lips against yours. You let out a strangled gasp as Alfie swallowed your moans. You slipped Alfie out of his trousers and gently rubbed your hand up and down. Alfie broke the kiss as he roughly added another finger. You let out a loud moan at the feeling and buried your head against Alfie’s shoulder. Alfie let out a chuckle and stroked your head.

“You think you can handle me, love?” he asked

“You know I can.”

“So fucking good to me.”

You let out a frustrated groan as Alfie roughly removed his fingers but not before pressing on your clit one last time. He gave a deep chuckle as you let out a yelp and glared at him. You raised yourself up slightly and hovered above his cock, teasing him. Alfie’s hands gripped your hips and you finally lowered yourself down onto him. You both groaned and you pressed your head against his chest.

“So fucking tight,” he said, “just for me. So fucking good and all for me.”

He pressed another bruising kiss against your lips as you raised yourself up and slowly lowered down again.

“Fucking-” Alfie gasped out through gritted teeth, “hell. My good girl. You know just how to fucking treat me.”

His hand moved down and pressed back against your clit. You gasped and arched into him. Alfie smirked at your reaction and circled his other arm around your waist. He thrust up into you and said,

“Fucking come for me.”

He kept circling around your clit and you came with a shout. Alfie thrust up a couple more times before pulling you tightly against him and spilling inside of you with a shudder. For a moment neither of you move. You were both wrapped up in each other’s arms. Eventually you raised your hips and Alfie slipped out of you. He kept you close against him, not wanting to let you go just yet.

“So fucking good to me.” he muttered

“Alfie,” you murmured sleepily, “I love you.”

You felt him stiffen under you and you realised that you might’ve gone too far. Yeah, what you and Alfie had was fun but maybe feelings weren’t meant to be involved.

“Shit,” you tried to squirm out of his lap, “sorry. I didn’t mean-”

You were interrupted by Alfie once against claiming your lips. You moaned and tangled your fingers in his hair.

“You fucking beat me to it,” Alfie said when be broke the kiss, “cunt.”

“You love me really.”

[pacifymebby]

You’re imagines are so good! Love the character accuracy. Imagine the peaky blinders boys having a s/o who is super into self care, and wants to pamper them as well. Like skin care, body/scalp massages, baths, etc.

This is so cute i love it, i did it as kind of modern au centered because i feel like self care is probably way more varied now than it used to be?

Tommy

🌿I feel like he looks after himself and isn't going to be as opposed to this as you might expect a bloody-minded toxic masculinity gangster to be.

🌿Especially not the candlelit baths, the back rubs and anything else which involves close physical contact with you...

🌿Both 20s Tommy and Modern! Tommy are very serious men, their brain is always set in overdrive, his thoughts buzzing and whirring like a broken machine at all hours. He never switches off and you worry about him.

🌿"Ain't good for you Tommy, you're always lost inside your own head... Driving yourself crazy, you need to switch off every now and then... Let me help you..."

🌿 You know exactly the tone to take to get him to leave his work and come to you, oh so slightly suggestive, tempting... And when it comes to you Tommy doesnt have much resistance...

🌿You probably have a really fancy bathroom with a sunken in tub, jacuzzi jets and all, which Tommy had built for you but which you always intended on sharing with him. I'm picturing this but with more house plants, more candles...

🌿 You put his favourite record on and soak in the tub with him, he holds you in his lap, definitely tries to take the vibe somewhere else

🌿But you are determined that this is going to be more than just a steamy afternoon of shower sex... You promised to help him relax and you're going to.

🌿 "Oh angel no... I don't need that..." he says when you present him with a facemask, its a sheet mask and he just looks at you all "we look like something out of a horror movie y/n" "yes but its going to make your skin feel heavenly..." "already heavenly love..." he smirks making you smile a little embarassed. "Well yeah, I mean you are..." you start but he just shakes his head, "was talking about you angel..."

🌿Tommys been through a lot and has a lot of pent up stress stored in his muscles, he doesn't realise quite how much trauma he's holding in his body until he starts to relax, and when he realises everything he's carrying with me, all these emotions he shuts out to survive, he panics a bit... He can't let himself unwind completely or he's sure he'll fall apart.

🌿So he tries to make up excuses to cut short your pamper session, standing up to get out of the bath, taking his face mask off with some excuse about having an important call that needs to be made...

🌿You're not stupid though, you know what he's doing and so with one puppy dog eye look at him, you beg him to stay just a little longer. And he can't say no to you when you look at him like that so he returns to you.

🌿You wash his hair and massage his head, you tell him to close his eyes and you treat him so delicately. He's never felt this kind of care before, this good goosebump feeling, the hairs on his neck standing on end at the slightest touch from you. He loves it.

🌿You give him a little face massage too, telling him to close his eyes, sitting in his lap and very gently, delicately massaging his temples, his cheeks and jaw. He didn't even know you could carry tension in your face like that but your touch is magic. And when you finsih it with a kiss pressed to his lips he pulls you in for a deeper one.

🌿 Tommy also likes to live the life of luxury, he always aspired to reach the levels of those higher social classes, he always wanted what they have and so when you beg him to go on a spa week with you he obliges. Its one of those things the rich do after all.

🌿He gets a taste for massages and takes you on many spa weekends. If he has a particularly troubling problem he needs to mull over he will often lie on his back in the sauna and think things through.

🌿Loves an ice bath/plunge pool because he's a fucking sociopath.

Alfie

🐻 Alfie has never had someone try to take care of him like this, he's not really used to having people take care of him at all but this is even more unfamiliar... As far as Alfie is concerned "self-care" is just "womans stuff ain't it"

🐻 "Well no Alf its not really, anyone can do it and well yknow... Youre always spoilin me aren't you," "rotten zieskiet, absolutely rotten," "well yeah, exactly... I wanna make it up to you, wanna look after you for once..."

🐻 He will argue, "But you see my little zieskiet thats just not how this works yeah, you and me yeah... You're my little girl ain't you," "yeah but..." "right, exactly right, you're my little girl and there ain't no buts about it zieskiet, I take care of you.. You don't want for anythin... You don't need to look after me, I do that myself right..."

🐻 "But Alfie," you whine fixing him with a pout and the most irresistible puppy eyes, "I want to look after you..."

🐻 So he lets you do it to make you happy... Of course he grumbles about it anyway, even if he's enjoying it. He can't drop his grumpy old man act now...

🐻 He lets you run him a hot bath, let's you use your essential oils, lets you wash his hair and condition his beard... On the condition that whilst you wash him you sing for him, something nice and sweet and low. When you're singing for him thats when he really lets himself relax, closing his eyes and feeling the heat from the water soak into him.

🐻He finds that he's able to relax and enjoy it but he can't actually admit to that, he rolls his eyes, tells you he's only doing it so that you'll stop hastling him about it, only doing it because it makes you happy...

🐻 But he secretly loves when you climb into the bath with him and massage his sore muscles, he loves feeling you comb your fingers through his beard and his hair.

🐻 Will not let you put a facemask on him, uses his beard as an excuse, also tells you he's got really senstive skin which is definitely another excuse... Five minutes ago he was pretending he didn't know what a skincare routine was, so how on earth he'd know whether he had sensitive skin or not you don't know...

🐻 You definitely teach this man the power and divine pleasure that is ✨moisturising✨ he gets dry skin and it gets worse when he's stressed so you teach him all about how to wash his face and how to moisturise properly, you make him promise he'll follow his routine every day, "happy skin means happy everything else..." you tell him and he just rolls his eyes and chunters away.

🐻 He will always insist you join him in the bath, he'll tell you he can't possibly relax if his little zieskiet isn't close by.

🐻 I feel like a lot of your self care tricks would be really good for his sciatica as well, relaxing when thats playing up, letting you take care of him. It's what he needs but it all has to be done under the pretence that its to make you happy and that hes the one looking after you.

🐻 At first he is definitely a little wary of letting you see him naked in a non sexual way, in a way where he is the vulnerable one and you're really paying attention to him... When you're not having sex being naked together makes him a little self concious, he thinks a massage will draw attention to his injuries ans scars, is worried you'll see him for the broken/breaking down man he really is

🐻 You tracing the ridges and lines of his scars, kissing them lightly when you're massaging him. Nuzzling into his neck and kissing him as your fingers trail the marbled scarring on his waist and his shoulder.

🐻 Theres one element of self care that Alfie really can get behind and thats meditation. He really enjoys sitting peacefully, letting his mind calm and settle, letting his thoughts wash over and away one by one. He believes it enhances his intelligence and insight, believes that by calming his mind he's making himself sharper.

🐻 He loves a hot stone bed more than he cares to admit but when his back is playing up lying on one of those feeling the heat relax his body slowly, its so soothing... He'll never go to a spa alone however, he always takes you as an excuse to be there.

Arthur

🍂 "You fuckin what? You're gonna make me feel better with some nice smells?"

🍂 Will not let you put "mud" on his face. "Darlin that's just fuckin wrong int it... Fuckin mud on your face? Like mud... From the ground..."

🍂 Arthur is completely baffled by the whole thing and honestly a little bit scared. It all just sounds like "girl stuff" stuff that his mates would take the everloving piss out of him if he admitted to trying it.

🍂 But you know Arthur, he might have that tough guy exterior, might come across as harsh and angry and well, rough... But underneath it he's hiding a delicate side, a side that you know would benefit from just a little self care.

🍂 You have to trick him into it, set some kind of trap because he won't conciously go near anything ylang ylang scented.

🍂 Is genuinely petrified of the shop Lush, crosses the street so he doesn't even have to walk past the front door. He's scared one of the shop assistants will lure him in with a polite hello and then drag him inside kicking and screaming, smothering him in all sorts of oils and bath shite. Once when you were just dropping in to buy a facemask he caught your hand and very very seriously told you to "be careful in there love, don't let anyone grab you" he even shuddered/had a nervous twitch as he watched you go in.

🍂 He doesn't know how to be taken care of, as the eldest son its always been his responsibility to take care of everyone else, he hasn't really been shown much love or care from many people. Most people are terrified of him, his brother who he should be closest to doesn't let him talk about feelings, and he's too embarassed about admiting "failure" to go to his aunt or anyone else for comfort.

🍂 From the first time you spoke to him you've been determined to show him that care. You looked at him, his nervous eyes, that lack of self confidence he was doing so well to hide, and you just thought "this is a man who needs a hot bath and a really good head massage"

🍂 But Arthur is so awkward and standoffish whenever you try to look after him. He hates it if you're "soft" on him because he thinks its imasculating and patronising. He finds it all so embarrassing and he'll go the most adorable shade of bright red whenever you so much as kiss his cheek.

🍂 The first time you suggest a nice candlelit bath he gets interested but thats because baths are literally just for fucking as far as he's concerned and he's dissapointed to realise that you have something else in mind.

🍂 Lots of protests, "y/n come on now we don't have to do this... This is just... I don't need to relax i am relaxed..." "Arthur you haven't been relaxed since your umbilical cord got cut..."

🍂 But once you're alone together in that bath he finally begins to relax. You tell him to close his eyes and at first he refuses or asks why. "Cause its better for relaxing..." "You're gonna do somet to me aren't you... Gonna use one of them fuckin mud potions..." "Promise I'm not..." you try to take his anxiety seriously but "mud potions" is a difficult thing not to laugh at.

🍂 He does his best to relax though and grows to love the feeling of your fingers in his hair, it really does feel like a weight being lifted.

🍂 His favourite thing is to close his eyes and lie back against your chest, the skin on skin contact, the steam and warm water doing wonders to slow his racing mind right down.

🍂 You give him hand massages a lot and he really likes learning how to give them to you too. You teach him where your pressure points are and he concentrates really hard on learning exactly how to take care of you too.

🍂 And sometimes when you're in the bath together you let your hand travel a little lower than usual, you let his idea of bath time win out.

🍂 You take him to a spa and he's so unnerved, he's worried he'll be recognised by someone and his reputation of being a ferocious gangster will be ruined. But he does like the sauna, trouble is it puts him in the mood for fucking...

🍂 Doesnt like a steam room, he feels too vulnerable in there because its dark and steamy and he gets claustrophobic not being able to see so well. If you go into the steam room he will stand guard outside so that nothing bad can happen to you in there.

🍂 You teach him lots of different breathing exercises and try to get him into stretching. They're such effective ways of relieveing tension and you know they'd do him the world of good. But he's not very flexible and he just grumbles. He is however astounded by how bendy you are and will often ask you to show him certain poses just so he can get a good look at you.

🍂 He does try to remember the breathing exercises and they do actually really help him with his ptsd.

John

🌼 I feel like John would be down for doing facemasks with you, you painting his face with some ugly green clay mask, him painting yours with a glittery gold one, taking silly selfies with you.

🌼 He definitely strikes me as a "splashes face with cold water and dries it on an old tshirt" kind of skin care routine boy but you're determined to change his primitive ways.

🌼 He also definitely loves a spa day and you two frequently dissappear to some fancy spa retreat for the weekend.

🌼 Loves a steam room/sauna combination, especially when you join him, theres something really sexy about watching you lie on your back in a bikini, lit up by the dim orange glow of the sauna. That musky essential oils smell lingering in the air... The little beads of sweat on your breasts as your chest rises and falls... "Lie down John, stop starring at me you're supposed to be relaxing..." "Oh I'm relaxed flower don't worry about me..."

🌼 Loves a massage, especially when you go all professional on him with the essential oils. When you get him to lie face down on the bed and climb on top of him to massage his back. Feeling your hands all over him, feeling your legs straddling him...

🌼 You know what else is a good stress reliever love? An orgasm.

🌼 You put cucumber on his eyes when he's in the bath and he immediately thanks you for the snack and eats it. You're speechless, how do you even begin to tell him thats not what thats for.

Bonnie

🍀 Perfectly happy to be silly with you and will let you do whatever you want to him if it makes you happy... So he lets you work out his skin type and prepare the perfect face mask...

🍀 Actually sometimes he'll acompany you out into the forest to find the berries and plants you need to make your little self care rememdies with, its a good excuse to spend time with you and he finds it incredible how knowledgeable about plants and herbs you are...

🍀Does point out that this facemask you've mixed up for yourself is just a really fancy overnight oats recipe... Does eat a spoonful and imediately regrets it wincing and spitting it out.

🍀 It does take quite a lot to convince him that self-care isn't the same as make up and stuff, he's always telling you not to "buy into all that wellness shite" because its just a new capitalist method of getting your money off you...

🍀 And you know, he's not completely wrong, but self care isn't just about buying stuff and you have to try and teach him that before he'll really let you show him stuff. Showing him how you make natural face masks, moisturisers and bath salts does help this process.

🍀 He has to take care of his body for his boxing and he's no stranger to a sports massage, actually more often than not he's the one trying to get you to let him give you a back rub... Whenever you offer he always starts on you, squeezing your shoulders, telling you you seem tense. He's such a smooth talker you don't even realise he's derailed your plan until he's smoothing warm lavender oil over your back, working your muscles skillfully. And when you do realise you don't want to ask him to stop.

🍀 After his fights you want to take good care of him and you always insist he spends the following day with you, relaxing... You spoil him with a hot bath to sooth his sore muscles, scented candles and nature sounds asmr music, massages, he even lets you put a hair mask in his curls.

🍀He's always been torn about things like spa days, hes always thought they were something for posh people, wives of men who play too much golf... But again, he'll do anything if you ask him enough times, so he comes with you one day and he's adorably awkward and hesitant about everything.

🍀 You pick his treatments for him and he really really has to trust you because he's not sure what an "all over body sugar scrub" is but it sounds, intimidating? Afterwards when you ask for his review he just grins, "I'd have liked it more if it was you in there with me..."

🍀 Ultimately though Bonnie's idea of self care is a day in the woods, or by a river with you. Somewhere peaceful, quiet. Lying back against a tree trunk with you in his arms.

🍀 "Really dove, takin care of my girls what makes me feel good, enough with your scented candles now eh, let me look after you, it's not like i ain't good at it..." he says whispering the last sentence in your ear, kissing your neck as he starts to massage your shoulders.

🍀 You're literally never winning this battle sorry.

Isaiah

🐀 Will roll his eyes when you suggest a self care night, calls it your "hippy dippy bullshit" teases you and asks if you're going to do his birth chart whilst you're at it... "Maybe I should Si, might find out why you're such a snide git eh?" You'll probably regret flashing him that cheeky smile.

🐀So aye, he's not exactly easy to convince, he has the same opinion on self care as most the other men... That its girls stuff, that it ain't manly to smell like lavender and camomile.

🐀But, a little wine, a few candles and a hot bath... You with your legs wrapped around his waist, your fingers massaging his scalp gently... Whats not to like about that... He really likes how close it makes you feel, the connection between you strengthening.

🐀Thats more to do with the fact he's being vulnerable with you and his vulnerability is being met with care and love, rather than down to the fact you've sugar scrub massaged his back and legs.

🐀He will let you do facemasks with him but it will come accompanied by many threats, "you tell anyone about this mousy and I promise you you'll regret it..." but you're not scared of him and so you tease him with the threat of telling his touch guy gangster friends all the time. You start getting your own way much more often.

🐀I think he probably enjoys the tension of letting you shave him with an open razor blade, i don't know if this counts as self care so much as just a personal hygiene thing but either way, its a very intense and intimate experience and you're the only person he trusts to do it because you're so gentle and delicate with it that you never cut him.

🐀He fancies himself a social climber and enjoys the status of being able to "treat his girl to a relaxing weekend away" he definitely enjoys taking you to spas and baths, but he tends to let you go off for all the fancy treatments and just enjoys swimming in the pool and relaxing on the stone beds or in the sauna.

🐀Another man who needs to be taught about the power of moisturising. His skin gets dry and you buy him moisturisers and give him little face massages. He's much better at remembering to do his little skincare routine than alfie is because he cares a lot about the way he looks.

🐀"Fuckin drop it with the meditation shit love, i go to church I say my prayers, I don't need to do deep breathing to cleanse my soul..." he just won't do it, won't try your stretches either because "I go to the gym don't I, yogas for girls love..."

🐀Pulls stupid faces at you when you put cucumber on his eyes.

Michael

☘️Out of all the men he takes care of himself the best. He already has a skincare routine, has several serums he uses too.

☘️ So it doesn't take much to convince him of other self care activities. However, don't you dare call it self care. "Look I'm all for lookin after meself like i just don't see why we've got to give it some soft girly name now..."

☘️ He really loves being pampered, kind of likes being treated like a king... His cousins take the piss out of him for it but he doesn't care... "Don't really see whats embarrassing about having my girl massage me back after work... Don't it make me more of a man that I've got a woman who's obsessed with me..." you never let it slide when he talks about you like that but you also know why he's doing it. He's just trying to get his cousins off his back.

☘️ Would probably spend every weekend at the spa if he thought he could get away with it. He likes to throw his cash around and receive special treatment.

☘️ He really really loves a salt scrub and he's a secret fan of a facial too.

☘️He's never the one to suggest that the two of you have a self-care evening together but you can always tell when he needs one and he never refuses your offer.

☘️You have a mini spa built into your house, a sauna and a hot tub, sometimes when you're having once of your self care nights you find yourself next to him in the hot tub, your mood changing.. Your mind drifting to other things, but when Michael is relaxing he's relaxing and theres no disturbing him.

☘️"Not now love eh, later maybe..." his little spa is sacred to him. You're astounded because he must be the first man to turn down the offer of a hot tub fuck.

[cosmic-crybaby]

Blue Skies- Tommy Shelby

Summary: Sparks fly when a self-sufficient, newly single mother meets the cold-hearted bachelor gangster of Birmingham. On their first outing, it was like everything in the world was asking for them to finally meet each other. But when fate intervenes, they soon find themselves suffering the reprocussions of their own decisions.

Rating: Mature, Minors DNI plz

Warnings: Warnings will be advised on each chapter. 

Story Playlist

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 | Chapter 13 | Chapter 14 | Chapter 15 | Chapter 16 | Chapter 17 | Chapter 18 

[padfootdaredmetoo]

Master Post VII - Completed!

Hey everyone! Please find all the new requests below! Hoping to be able to complete it quicker than the last one. Thanks again to everyone that writes in! - May 16th 2023

Sherlock Holmes

The mark of a kiss - Sherlock's other sister solves a mystery involving the notorious Tommy Shelby. - June 24th 2023

Irene - The Reader is not impressed with Sherlock's long-time friend. SMUT

Peaky Blinders

Teddy Bear pt 2 - Follow up to this story - About Alfie finding a little girl who lives on the streets - Alfie Solomons & Adoptive Daughter - May 20th 2023

Allergies - Thomas meets an unspeakable setback as he welcomes his new daughter into the world.

Come on Barbie - Thomas Sits back and wonders how girl manages her crazy lifestyle.

Not a child anymore - Tommy struggles with his daughter as she starts exploring the world of dating - After falling for Isaiah he catches them and all hell breaks loose

Enemies make the best lovers - Reader and Thomas are well-known rivals when a business trip from hell forces them to work together they must overcome their rocky past

Bullet Train

Values - Follow-ups to this series

First day of school

The wedding

Adopt a Fruit - A young girl falls into the hands of our two favorite assassins

Baby Girl - Tangerine and the Reader get caught in a sticky situation and he finally understands the effect he has on her - smut

Harry Potter

Peaky Magic - follow up to this story - where Harry is raised by the reader (a witch who was part of the marauders) & Thomas Shelby

Spidey-Pool

The Amazing Panic Attack - Peter has a panic attack after saving someone that looks like Gwen. After being MIA Wade comes to find him, and after a whole lot of comfort their relationship takes a new direction.

[imagineandimagine]

Satisfy your taste, chapter 3

Pairing: Alfie Solomons x You

Warnings: Slightly sexual content. 

You decided to visit Alfie the next day. It was late in the evening and there you were, in a pretty dress, standing in front of the distillery gate, as cute as a button with a cake in your arms. You stood out like a sore thumb among the rough looking men that passed you wondering what the heck you were doing there at this time of night. You were starting to wonder that yourself.

“Are you lost, little lady?” a bulky looking man with a ponytail approached you.

Before you could answer a tall thin man in a striped shirt looked you up and down and added. “She doesn’t look like a-”

The other man elbowed the tall man before he could finish.

“Mr Alfie Solomons is expecting me.” You showed the two men the card that Alfie had given you.

The two men exchanged looks, “Right this way M’lady” the man with the ponytail said with a dramatic bow and the two men sniggered before they led you through the distillery.

-

The man with the ponytail knocked on the door and made sure that Alfie wasn’t busy before he opened the door to his office.

The day before, you avoided the topic of kissing Alfie but it was starting to weigh on your mind more and more. You tried to convince yourself that if he was messing with you, you were going to mess with him too, but the truth was, every time you thought of that kiss it would send shivers down your spine. Should you say something today? Should you mention it at all? No. You were determined to act as unaffected by what happened at the club as possible. Which was going to be hard because when you entered Alfie’s office he looked good. Real good. Like an entire hot meal. He was sitting at his desk, writing something. His hair was messy but in nonchalant sexy way. His white shirt was open, revealing his tattooed chest and his sleeves where rolled up exposing his muscular arms. Ooooof! You’d run your tongue along that exposed chest of his any day. Wait. This wasn’t the plan! You hadn’t even spoken to the man yet and you were already fantasizing about him. Control yourself woman!

Alfie looked up from his work, for a split second he looked confused but his expression quickly changed when he realized it was you, “Miss y/n! Come in! Come in!” he said gesturing for you to sit down.

You sat down in one of the chairs, “I brought cake as a thank you for yesterday,” you said placing the cake on his desk.

Alfie grabbed the box, “Oh, thank you, that’s lovely.” He opened the lid, “It’s very pink.” he added.

You felt a bit silly, “It’s strawberry.”

He casually stuck three fingers in the cake, plucked a piece out and put it in his mouth, “It’s good. Did you make it?” he asked licking the icing from his fingers.

You tried to tear your eyes away from his tongue, “No but I can make one myself next time.”

“Next time?” he asked with a smile.

Well that was FUCKIN AWKWARD! Why was he staring at you like that while he was licking his fingers?? Being at a loss for words you decided to get straight to the point, “You said something about a whiskey tasting?”

Alfie studied you for a moment, “Right. Of course! I just didn’t expect you at such a late hour. Is Tommy going to be joining us?”

Was that why he was so confused about your presence? Of course Tommy should be here. What were you thinking? This involved your business, or at least that’s what you were telling yourself. Then you noticed small splotches of blood on Alfie’s shirt, he tried to discreetly conceal the bloodstains by adjusting his shirt. You probably shouldn’t have seen that.

You looked to the side not wanting to make eye contact when you answered ”No. Tommy won’t be joining us today,” You felt a bit embarrassed. What will Alfie think you came here for then?

Alfie smirked, “I see…”Alfie walked over to the door and when he opened it, the two men from before almost fell inside, clearly eavesdropping.

They both looked petrified, “Sorry, Sir…”one of them mumbled as he got up.

The man with the ponytail pointed his finger towards his companion “It’s all his fault! I Told him not to eavesdrop but he wouldn’t listen!”

“You bastard!” the tall man shot back.

It looked like the two men were about to fight each other but Alfie raised his hand for them to stop, “Just bring me one of the blue caskets.”

-

The men returned a moment later and handed Alfie a big blue crate. Before the two men left, Alfie whispered something to them, they both looked horrified as they scurried away apologizing “Of course, Sir. Sorry, Sir.”

Alfie closed the door and placed the crate on his desk next to the cake. “Before we begin, I have a proposition for you.” He walked over behind his desk and took something out of the drawer, “Since we are business partners, I’d like to ask you would like to join me to a soiree. I think we should get to know each other better. Don’t you think?”

Your heart skipped a beat. It had been so long since you got to dress up, “Yes, I think that would be nice. It’ll be my pleasure to accompany you to this event.” You said calmly, trying to conceal how excited the idea actually made you.

Alfie leaned forward and handed you an invitation, “I’m glad you agree and the pleasure will be all mine.” He said smiling at you “Perhaps you could keep this particular outing to yourself…”

You understood what he meant, “I think that will be for the best.” After all, your ‘tell Tommy everything’ rule only applied to what happens at the club.

“Well then.” Alfie opened the blue crate to reveal several bottles of whiskey. “Lady’s choice.” He said as he tapped on the bottles.

-

You tried taking small sips but after trying several different variations of whiskey you could already feel that you were getting drunk.

“You’re wasting a lot of whiskey.” Alfie said as he looked at all the glasses of whiskey he poured for you that you hadn’t finished.

The whiskey was like a little devil on your shoulder urging you to be more bold in your actions , “Then perhaps I should drink from your glass.” You said grabbing the whiskey out of his hand and taking a sip. “This one is better than the last one. It’s a lot sweeter. I like it.” You handed the glass back to him and your realized that you left a smudge of your lipstick on it.

Alfie turned the glass over in his hand “Is that right?” he said right before he placed his lips on the spot where the lipstick was and took a swig.

The bastard knew exactly what he was doing and unfortunately it was working, you wanted jump on that desk and kiss him right then and there.

“Another one?” Alfie asked holding up a bottle.

“Are you trying to get me drunk?” you giggled.

“I would never,” Alfie replied with a hint of mischief in his eye as he poured you another glass.

If only Alfie knew the mental turmoil that he inflicted upon you every time he looked at you like that. It was such sweet torture, you could feel the heat rising within you, since the moment you entered his office he hadn’t even attempted to make any physical contact with you, that stupid desk might as well have been a wall that separated you from one another. He had already teased you with that kiss at the club, so if you wanted to move forward with your flirtation you’d have to give him something in return.

You stood up, grabbed a glass and walked over to him on his side of the desk. Standing over him you stared intently at him.

He turned in his chair to face you, smirking, like he was challenging you to continue whatever you were planning and he was looking forward to it.

You wanted to be audacious and sit on his lap but he had his legs spread wide apart. Maybe he guessed what you wanted to do and he was intentionally making it difficult for you? Whatever you were going to do, you had to do it quick because at that point you were just staring at his crotch for far too long. There was no other option, you turned around and you sat on the bit of chair between his legs, as you leaned back against his chest. “Maybe we can try it this way,” you said as you dipped two fingers in the whiskey and you slowly ran them along his lip, leaving a wet trail on his mouth.

Alfie leisurely ran his tongue along his lower lip maintaining eye contact with you the entire time. You glanced at his Adams apple as he swallowed, “My turn” he said as he dipped his fingers the same way you did. He intended to do the same to you but you caught him by the wrist and you put his entire finger in your mouth and you started to suck the whiskey off his finger while you looked up at him over your shoulder.

Alfie’s pupils dilated as he watched you with a burning desire, his entire body seemed to tense up and you felt something growing against your lower back.

You took his finger out of your mouth with a pop as you continued to look at one another with hunger in your eyes. You dipped your fingers in another glass and ran them over his lips again. Before he could do anything, you leaned in and you ran the tip of your tongue over his lower lip.

You could feel every muscle on him strain as he dug his fingernails into the armrests, you knew that he wanted to touch you and it took every ounce of his willpower not to.

You weren’t giving up so easily though, you pressed yourself into him even more and you started to slightly grind your ass against him from time to time, as if by accident, “It’s really warm in here,” you teased as you undid a few of your buttons, giving him a peek at your cleavage.

“What are you doing,” he breathed.

“What do you mean? I’m just making myself comfortable,” you replied.

Alfie squirmed and twisted but he had nowhere else to move except against you, he buried his face in the side of your neck as he let out a muffled groan.

“Hmmm? What was that?” you teased.

“Do- you- intend to kill me, woman?” his breathing was heavy and each word that came out of his mouth sounded tense. The man was at his limit.

“What do you mean?” you asked smirking at him.

He looked at you with his mouth slightly agape and watery eyes. He licked his lips as he looked at your mouth, he started to lean, your lips mere centimeters from each other…

When you heard a commotion outside. Somebody shouted “Hey! You can’t go in there!”,  and then suddenly the door swung open and Tommy barged inside.

“Apparently you’re having a meeting without me,” Tommy said coolly but when he saw all the open whiskey bottles and the state you were in while sitting between Alfie’s legs, with your dress half open, Tommy’s face fell. Tommy  knew exactly what happens to you after one too many.

[lostgirlfandom]

Peaky Blinders Masterlist

Thomas Shelby

Affection

Shorty

Unrequited

Unrequited Part II

John Shelby

Arthur Shelby

Alfie Solomons

[ryuzakemo128]

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Chapter Six: Don't Tell Me The Odds Part 2 Pairing: Alfie Solomons x Red (Female Reader) Genre: Modern, sci-fi, fantasy, fluff, mystery

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Trigger Warning: Implication of smut

[Alfie Solomon's Point of View]

Red was all I could think about, I only met her once and she left an impression on me. One I couldn't shake off. Her fiery red hair, her piercing gaze, her charcoal grey eyes holding a lifetime of secrets. During my search to find more information about her, the more I looked the less I found, she was like ghost or a phantom somehow. It only fueled my desire to know more about her, to uncover the secrets and mystery around her.

Days turned to weeks, those weeks turned into months, there was no trace of her history or background anywhere. It's like no one knows anything about her, her real name or her history before she came to England. The dream I had last night was vivid, almost real. In the dream, I woke up next to her in her home. We were lying in bed, our bodies entangled, and she was smiling at me. I reached out to touch her face, but then I woke up.

This dream was almost real, by the time I sat up I was awake. She wasn't there and I was alone in my bedroom, breathing heavily, feeling a mix of both disappointment and longing. The dream was my safe way of getting to know her without the fear of being rejected, without any risk of losing her or her disappearing like ash in the wind.

I continued to think of the dream I had throughout the day, it was so intimate and tender. The warmth of the embrace still lingering as if it actually did happen that morning. In my dreams I have found solace in the dream world where Red and I were together. Unbothered by the risks and uncertainties the world had outside.

I couldn't help but wonder what her life must have been long before she came to England, what she did before and how she manages to move around so fast. As the days go by rumors of her being a spy to being an assassin started to occur.

Aleksandr her younger brother, he usually helped out when it came to work and business matters. Even he didn't know much about her and their mother is the only person that does.

"My mother knows more than I do, whenever I asked her about her past she never said much about it. Although I can tell you one thing, her real name is Oksana Volkova." Aleksandr stated one afternoon.

[justrainandcoffee]

Heyy girlie! I’m just wondering if you still take requests?

If so I was wondering if you could write one for Alfie Solomon’s? Like where Alfie is head over heels for his business partners sister ( because she is the one to check in on her brother clients) but secretly she’s head over heels for Alfie aswel but she’s like extremely shy , sweet & kind 🥺🥺

But please do not feel pressured into writing it!! If you are not comfortable then please drop me a private message!!!

Hi!! ❤️

No, I don't write requests anymore unless it involves some of my oc. I stopped writing reader insert over a year ago and I'm not going to write 'x reader' ever again.

I know @muneca-lemon-steppa is one of the very few writers that writes about Alfie. But I don't know if her request are open.

Either way thanks for sending this ask! And I hope someone else can write your request! ❤️

[brummiereader]

@zablife those devils *plural 😱!

What the fuck 😳😱!!! You should have seen my face, each time my mouth dropped further and further with each line a read until the end. Oh my god, Lee! This has to be a new fave of mine 😍👌🏼!

Did I read this once? No. Twice? No. Three times, he'll fucking yeh I did! And I think I will again after I finish this reblog. Superb, absolutely, incredible!

You ran from your seaside home in only your night dress, no possessions or money to your name. It was fear that drove you from him that You know how much I love a damsel in distress running away from her wicked husband 😈. And not only that, but the song you so cleverly intertwined into the story, echoing the lyrics until the very end, gave me shivers. The good kind 🥴😍.

As Tommy lightly stroked your hair, you felt compelled to share the threat against him as well, quietly explaining Alfie's plans to crush Shelby Company Limited with his uncle's connection to the opium trade in America. Ahhh no! I wanted to shake her through my phone when she did this. This is corrupt a wish, girl! You've just brought yourself a one way ticket back to your husband 😭. But to be fair, she doesn't know that, only we do 🤭. We're so evil 😈.

Don't worry, Mr. Shelby will set it right." And you couldn't help but believe the promise in her voice. *Scoff...he sure did Frances. Settled it and took advantage of it!!

You'd exchange my wife for access to Boston, would ya?" Alfie sneered with a knowing grin. - "I would," Tommy answered without hesitation. Speechless...I'm speechless 😦. You've taken Tommy's canon attitude towards his business priorities and without mercy, increased it ten fold. I love it 😈.

"Run," Tommy urged you under his breath, waiting for Alfie's men to give chase. - "Run for your life," he whispered, knowing it was already too late. These two lines right here, my god...👌🏼. Possibly the most chilling most spine tingling reaction I've ever had reading a story. When I say this was perfection, i mean it. A dark girly could not ask for more when it came to how you superbly ended this story. You installed the fear in me, I felt like I was Y/N, desperately try to flee as Tommy watched on 😳.

Absolutely incredible, Lee! Can you lend me your dark imagination 🙏🏼?? I'm in awe of your talents 😍.

Run From Me Darlin'

Tommy Shelby x female reader (Alfie's wife)

A/N: Taking shelter requested by @thomashelbyswife. Song is "Run from Me" by Timber Timbre. Prompts "I didn't know where else to go." Part of my Corrupt a Wish challenge.

Divider credit: @wethairjoel

Warnings: language, mention of infidelity, betrayal Corrupt a wish reminder: If you think this story has a happy ending, you haven't been paying attention. Proceed with caution!

The servants at Margate had long since retired when they heard their master's voice echoing throughout the house, along with an eery melody from the ancient piano in the parlor.

"Run from me, darlin' Run, my good wife Run from me, darlin' You better run for your life"

And so you were in that moment, escaping a mad man who had made your life a misery from the moment you said I do. You ran from your seaside home in only your night dress, no possessions or money to your name. It was fear that drove you from him that night as he threatened to kill you.

That's how you found yourself on the doorstep of Tommy Shelby's manor the next morning, your shivering form but a memory of the woman he'd come to know the past five years.

"Y/n, what's happened?" Tommy asked as he ushered you inside and draped a blanket over you.

"I didn't know where else to go," you cried in despair, breaking down the moment you saw his sympathetic sapphire eyes staring back at you.

"You're going to be alright," he assured you, looping a strong arm around your waist for support. "Tell me what he's done," he urged, guiding you to sit on the sofa in his office.

He poured you a drink to steady your nerves and you confided everything. The periods of time you'd been locked in your room because of his suspicions about the two of you, followed by angry and often nonsensical tirades. Your chest heaved with pain and your voice faltered with hiccuped gasps at the horrendous treatment you'd received for over a month.

"How did you manage to escape?" Tommy asked.

"A door left ajar by a new maid," you replied.

Tommy nodded solemnly as he listened, then drained his glass of whisky without answer. He didn't have to because you knew he didn't believe in hurting women, having agreed many times before that his friend's behavior was crossing a line.

As Tommy lightly stroked your hair, you felt compelled to share the threat against him as well, quietly explaining Alfie's plans to crush Shelby Company Limited with his uncle's connection to the opium trade in America. Though you sensed his frustration as his fingers curled into your shoulder, you tried to soften the blow by proposing this as a time of new beginnings. "Run away with me, Tommy," you urged, gazing hopefully into his eyes.

"Leave it to me," he assured, placing a chaste kiss to your temple.

You settled back against him, covering his hand with yours before giving way to exhaustion.

Feeling your body grow heavy with sleep, Tommy called for the housekeeper to look after you. "Frances, take Y/n upstairs and draw a bath," he instructed carefully. "Then prepare the guest room for her. She'll be staying with us tonight."

"Yes, sir," the woman replied, taking you by the hand with such gentle ease, you began to weep.

"Oh, my dear," she gasped as she guided you upstairs. "Don't worry, Mr. Shelby will set it right." And you couldn't help but believe the promise in her voice.

Downstairs Tommy paced his office in agitation before finally tossing his glass against the fireplace in anger. As the shards of glass fell at his feet, he tried not to picture your beatific face crumbling. In fact, he tried not to think of you at all as he raised the receiver to his ear.

"What the fuck do you want?" Alfie grumbled.

Tommy traced the phone cord, thinking of all the times his so-called friend had betrayed him and how fitting it would be to humiliate him by stealing his wife forever. However, the notion of partnering together to control the opium trade abroad was far more enticing.

"How is your uncle in Boston?" he asked.

Alfie huffed out a laugh as he asked, "And why are you so concerned about the state of my family this evening?"

Tommy didn't have to say your name, it was implied the moment he began to negotiate. "You'd exchange my wife for access to Boston, would ya?" Alfie sneered with a knowing grin.

"I would," Tommy answered without hesitation.

And that's how the deal was made late one September afternoon as you soaked in the bath, quite unaware you would be reunited with your husband the following morning.

You had one last peaceful slumber before realizing you'd been sold out, exiting Arrow House kicking and screaming against the men your husband sent to punish you.

"I thought you loved me. How could you do this?" you cried when you glimpsed Tommy's somber face waiting in the drive.

Motioning for the men to let you go, Tommy welcomed you into his open arms as he whispered, "It's not personal, it's business."

You wanted to fight him, but instead you pleaded for your life. "Have mercy," you begged against his lips when he offered one last passionate kiss. A glimmer of promise was restored in that moment as you swore you felt his muscular frame give way into yours. However, you underestimated the strength of his resolve. One look into his icy blue eyes told you, he would never claim you as his own.

"Run," Tommy urged you under his breath, waiting for Alfie's men to give chase.

As he watched you flee toward the open field where he kept his horses, he hoped your swinging gate would prevail. Swallowing hard at the sight of his betrayal, he loathed the man he had become.

"Run for your life," he whispered, knowing it was already too late.

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[angelofthenight]

Tommy: Your husband Alfie’s a lunatic, Arthur and I both agree.

You: You do?

Arthur: No, uh-uh, I did never call him a lunatic!

Tommy: Sorry, I think I’m the one who called him a lunatic.

Tommy: Arthur called him a clown.

[anonymooseforever007]

WIP List :)

Hi y'all❤️ Here's a list of my current (long standing) WIPs if anyone's interested.❤️ *Note all my reader insert stories are written with the use of she/her for pronouns* KEY: (x) indicates romantic relationship --- (&) indicates platonic relationship --- (+) indicates character is mentioned but may not be physically present ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Ready and Waiting- Stuff that's finished but unpublished:

Ice Cream Scoops (John Shelby x Reader)-A brief introduction to how John Shelby and Y/N L/N met and why John ended up dying every pair of his older brothers' boxers pink because of it... (1.8k)

Lost (Platonic Morpheus & Child Reader)- A quick imagine I wrote when watching The Sandman a few months ago, about a child Morpheus meets during his captivity. (598)

When You Left (Michael Gray x Reader)- ⚠️⚠️There will be a number of possible warnings in this one so please read them⚠️⚠️ This story in the form of headcannons is about when Michael runs into a girl he loved back from his village. Even though it's been years since he's seen her, he still loves her and wants to try being with her again. But what he didn't know was what was happened after he left.... (3.3k)

Remember Last Time (Alfie Solomons x Reader)- An interlude during Ring Around the Roses: On the way home from Tommy's party, Alfie's question to his wife inadvertently brings up a memory they'd both forgotten. And while Y/N can't stop laughing, Alfie is left to question all his life choices ... again... (1.4k)

Note: I don't put my little "hey what do y'all think about this" blurbs on here so there are usually a few of those in my drafts too.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ In The Works- Ideas that aren't complete but I have started writing (I.E: what I'm likely stuck on like super glue):

CATastrophe (Alfie Solomons x Reader)- Alfie said the kitten could stay on ONE condition: It couldn't make a mess of anything. And you promised him that the cute little fur ball wouldn't even dream of spilling a drop of milk.... Unfortunately, the kitten made no such promises....

The History of Herstory (Alfie Solomons x Reader)- Technically a prelude to His Aunt's Stories, but this could be read as a stand alone about how a pre-war Alfie met his wife and why it wasn't love at first sight.

The "Hor" Man (Tommy Shelby x Reader & OC Child)- When a small boy takes his hand and asks for help getting home, the big brother in Tommy can't help but emerge. The only problem is the child already expects Tommy to know his address... even when Tom's never see this kid a day in his life.

Something New (Finn Shelby x Reader)- When looking for a surprise, Finn remembers the first time he meet his girl so many years ago. My favourite Finn mini trope where he falls for the person who teaches him to read.... After he embarrasses himself of course.

Glasses and Glasses (Finn Shelby x Reader)- After a fearsome storm forced the Shelby family back to their old betting shop on Watery Lane one morning, they are surprised to see someone who is absolutely not Finn comes down the stairs. The only question is.... it's been ten minutes, why hasn't she seen them yet?

Witness Protection (Alfie Solomons x Reader)- (POSSIBLY HEADCANNONS?) After seeing a crime that was not in fact his fault, Alfie's now stuck under the “protection” of the most infuriatingly positive "copper" London has, and no matter what he does, he can’t seem to get rid of her.

Try My Drink (Finn Shelby x Reader)- Having dated in secret for a few months now, the truth may all be revealed when Y/N's friends notice something odd about her drink...it is her drink right? Or is is someone else's too?... (if you notice a similar scene in "Thinking of You, I Live, that's because I wrote the idea here first and liked it so much I added it in there w/ a few changes....and forgot to finish this....but hey! GO RECYCLING!!!♻️

Daydreaming of Us (Alfie Solomons x Reader)- The Second Part of "Man of My Dreams" where Y/N once again begrudgingly finds herself face to face with her "True Love". Only this time it's on his terf...But it's ok because she's getting married soon and Alfie will be in the past.....At least thats what Tommy claims...

Take My Photo (Finn Shelby x Reader)- Last week Y/N and Finn went to get their photo taken by a professional photographer. There wasn't any specific reason for it. Finn just said he'd like a nice photo of them both for the apartment. But when they get the pictures back, Y/N sees something she didn't notice before....

Three Letter Story (Probably Finn Shelby x Reader, maybe Bonnie, Isaiah, or Michael too)- A intricate 3 part series I forgot I fully planned out a year ago about a love filled relationship that evolves over the course of WWII. It's set to be told over the course of three different letters from different young soldiers witnessing the event. Full of hidden messages and double meanings, you should know how this story ends by the time the last letter begins. (I wish I hadn't forgotten about this one, I'm super excited about it there's a rhyme and everything)

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On Deck- Things I haven't stared writing but I have a desire to make and want to start next once I get it out of my brain:

Finding the Finn in Funeral (Finn Shelby x Reader & Shelby Family)- Well, the Garrison Blew up again. And unfortunately it wasn't empty this time. The youngest Shelby was caught in the blast and has been blown to bits .....Though in a typical Shelby manner, no one told him.

Like A Good Neighbour (Bob Floyd x Reader & Jake Seresin)- A second look into the life of Y/N Floyd, set after she surprises her husband. After injuring herself on a run, Y/N is luckily saved by one very helpful neighbor. And while waiting for her husband, she may learn a few new things about the khakied crusader. (In which I finally find an excuse to make more insurance puns :D...)

The Final Chapter (Alfie Solomons & Arthur Shelby + Reader)- The concluding bit after His Aunt's Stories where the truth comes to light for everyone... And it's finally time for a beloved story to end.

Help Wanted (Finn Shelby & Reader + Alfie Solomons)- Another snippet into the relationship of Finn and Alfie's Step Daughter. This one will be about how they first met and how they became a friends before it was something else.

He Pasta Way (Luca Changretta x Reader & OC children)- Luca has mixed emotions upon seeing the present his children just made for him. Sure he loves them, but did his wife really have to give the good pasta for their crafts?

I Changed My Mind (Alfie Solomons x Reader)- The second part of Ring Around the Roses, after Tommy receives at letter that Alfie isn't dead, Y/N is left with a choice to make....But which one will it be?

Rollin 'round the Bend (Tommy Shelby & Daughter Reader)- Part 7 of the My Girl series, where we see how similar to her father Y/N is when Kent invites the friend group to his family's farm. And on the way back to the university, Y/N finally steps foot in the streets she was born on again. Darling we've made it to Birmingham... maybe?

No Return (Address) (Finn Shelby x Reader & Shelby Family)- Like he did when John wanted to marry Lizzie, Tommy decides to put his brother's girl to the test. Only this time, it may be a lot harder to get this message across...

The Eyes of Love (Michael Gray x Reader)- Upon his return from New York (which was a completely voluntary trip) Michael is excited to introduce his love to his family and she's excited to meet them....But that doesn't mean they're prepared for every question thrown their way.

The Boxer Competition (Bonnie Gold x Reader)- Y/N is completely in love with Bonnie Gold. The only problem is....She hasn't ever spoken to him. She's seen him yes, quick glances across the pub and endless teasing from her friends, but that's never been enough for her to get over he nerves of actually speaking to the golden boy. Though with one simple announcement and a overly eager sister that may all change...

Untitled (Luca Changretta x Shelby!Reader)- After the disaster that began your "engagement" to the man, Luca still isn't sure why he's here and playing your silly little courting game (threat). He's not sure why he didn't let you win the first time and end the arrangement. He's not sure why someone setting such a bright dress has so many weapons. And he's not sure why it annoys him that you are so fixed on the movie before you. The actor isn't even than handsome, he meant talented, anyway...

*Note: I don't write or post these in any particular order. They just get done in whatever manner I can finish one first in. I sometimes jump around a lot when writing. A good number of the In the Works ones are over a year old and I got stuck on them or lost motivation at the time but I don't want to give up on them yet. I have no set time line for any of these either so.... I hope y'all enjoy some of them though, even if it's just a quick idea!*

UPDATED: July 8th, 2023

[noforkingclue]

Loyalties Chapter 17 (Tommy Shelby x reader x Alfie Solomons)

Alfie Solomons tag list: @hp-howartsexpress

“What’s wrong,” Harry slung an arm over your shoulders, “aren’t you happy to have your favourite brother with you?”

“You’re my only brother,” you said, shrugging off his arm, “and I don’t need looking after. Is that why Alfie sent you?”

“I know that,” said Harry, rolling his eyes, “and Alfie does as well.”

“Then why are you here?”

“I think we both know the answer to that.”

Silence fell over the two of you as the train hurtled towards Birmingham. Harry sighed and moved from his seat next to you to the one opposite you. He looked out of the window as he drummed his fingers on the seat.

“Don’t you wish,” he said eventually, “to leave this life behind?”

You glanced up from your book before sighing and putting it away. Harry gave you a brief glance before quickly looking out of the window again.

“Where has this come from?” you asked

Harry looked at the door and leant forward. He lowered his voice and said,

“Maybe I’m sick of the killing. For King and country and now for Alfie. Don’t you just want a normal life?”

“Since when have we ever had a normal life?”

“You know what I fucking mean.”

“Harry,” you said with a sigh, “Alfie’s been good to us. We owe him.”

“I know,” Harry ran a hand over his face, “is that why you’re with him? Because you owe him.”

You looked over at him sharply and Harry winced. He gave you a guilty look and said,

“Sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.”

“Damn fucking right you shouldn’t have.”

“But I need to know- you and Alfie…”

“Yes?”

“Are you?”

“Are we what?”

“Y’know.”

“I’d rather you say it.”

Harry grunted and looked back out the window. You smirked and settled back in your seat. It was funny, Harry could kill people stone dead without even batting an eye but as soon as you mentioned your love life he got embarrassed.

“What about you?” you said teasingly, “and that corner shop girl? Oh what was her name again? Ah yes, Rachel!”

“Shut the fuck up!”

“Am I going to be a bridesmaid when you two eventually marry?”

“Only if Alfie makes me best man when you marry him.”

*

It was a quiet night as you settled back into your lodgings. Once again you had the place to yourself. Alfie had stuck Harry in some hotel somewhere in the city and gave him strict orders to keep a low profile. You took a sip of the tea you had made as you started getting ready for bed. It had been a long journey and all you wanted to do was go to sleep.

“I thought I told you that I didn’t want snipers in my city.”

You glanced over your shoulder and saw Tommy leaning against the wall. He lit a cigarette and you said,

“And who might you be talking about, Mr Shelby?”

“Mr Shelby,” he gave you a small smile and pushed himself off the wall, “I thought we were past that.”

“You thought wrong then. Even the leader of the infamous Peaky Blinders makes mistakes although I did think that you were more the kick the door down instead of picking the lock type of person. I see there’s still a lot to learn about you, Mr Shelby.”

“And you’ll soon learn that I seldom make mistakes, Ms L/n.”

Tommy stopped directly in front of you. He blew a stream of smoke into your face and you closed your eyes and inhaled deeply. When you opened them again you found yourself locked into his blue gaze. You really hadn’t seen anyone else with eyes like his. Tommy flicked the now gone out cigarette to the side and cupped your face. You knew you should pull away but you found that you couldn’t.

“I told you that you’d come back to me.”

Then he pressed his lips roughly against yours. You let out a squeak of surprise as Tommy sunk his teeth into your bottom lip. He pushed you against the kitchen counter and you tangled your fingers in his hair. You sat up on the counter and immediately Tommy stood between your legs. When the two of you broke the kiss he remained close, pressing his forehead against yours.

“Stay.” he said

“I can for now.”

“And then you’ll be back in London.”

“Yes.”

“And there’s nothing,” his hand trailed down to your waist, “I can do to persuade you to stay.”

“No,” you grabbed his wrist and pulled it away, “you can’t.”

“You weren’t saying that last time.”

Once again he captured your lips. However, there was less of the bruising possessiveness that you had come to expect from him. He ran his tongue against the seam of your lips, wanting you to give into him. Part of you was tempted. To give into those dark desires that Tommy so skillfully pulled out from you.

But you couldn’t do it.

You couldn’t do it to Alfie.

You broke the kiss and Tommy grimaced at it. He remained close and you could feel his breath fan across your face.

“I’m not going to take no for an answer.” he said

“And you know what happened to the last person who ignored that word. Mr Shelby, may I ask you something?”

“You may.”

“Why do you want me to stay here in Birmingham?”

“I thought I made that perfectly clear last time we met.”

“So it’s not just to,” you paused as you looked for the right words, “spite Alfie.”

“You think that I’d be doing something this dangerous just to spite Alfie, love?”

“Possibly. You seem like the petty type.”

“Pettiness has nothing to do with this.”

“Then what does?”

Tommy stroked your cheek with the back of his hand. You resisted the urge to lean in. Tommy smirked, almost as though he was guessing about your temptation.

“You will stay.” he said

“Alfie has asked me to,” you said, “of course I’ll stay.”

“Because he asked you to or because you want to.”

“Because I-”

You didn’t finish your sentence as Tommy pressed his lips against yours. He pressed his tongue down against yours, a sign of his domination over you.

Or his apparent domination.

You pressed your teeth down warningly on his tongue. However, Tommy just moaned at the action and your hands flew to his shoulders. You wanted to push him away. You knew that you should. Instead you found yourself slowly returning the kiss that you knew could ruin everything.

“I want you to stay,” said Tommy, when he broke the kiss, “here.”

“In this house?”

“In Birmingham.”

“Why?”

“You want me to spell it out for you?”

“I’d like for you to admit it.”

“And will you admit the same thing?”

“It’s complicated.”

“Why?”

“Because-”

You cut yourself off and pressed your head against Tommy’s chest. Tommy wrapped his arms around you, the both of you knowing the truth.

You loved Alfie.

And you… had feelings for Tommy.

“Love,” Tommy’s voice dragged you out of your thoughts, “I’m going to be having some business going on in the next couple of days.”

“Business with Alfie?”

“Not necessarily.”

He pressed a kiss against your forehead.

“I want you to lie low until it’s over.”

“I’ll go back to London-”

“No,” Tommy interrupted you harshly, “no, you’ll stay here where I know where you are. When this is over,” he walked towards the door, “we’ll talk about why you should stay in Birmingham. With me.”

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Choking On Sapphire Pt. 6

Title & Song: Stop The World

Characters: Alfie Solomons x OFC

Word Count: 4300+

Summary: Genevieve Durand is a force to be reckoned with. An intelligent, independent and brutal businesswoman. When she moves to London for a new chapter in her life, she finds herself very interested in the friends the father of her godson has found himself in business with. But where does the line go between personal and professional?

A/N: Every chapter of this story will have a song to work as the title and as a soundtrack. Chapter 5 song is Stop The World Because I Want To Get Off With You by Arctic Monkeys. All text in italics is spoken in French.

Part 1: Thieves & Kings.- Pt. 2 Conquest - Pt. 3 Nail In My Coffin - Pt. 4 - 60 Feet Tall Pt. 5 I Bet You Look Good On The Dance Floor Pt. 7 Making A Fool Of You

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Warnings: Language. Threats of Violence.

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You're perched on a stair at the bottom of the red carpeted staircase, leaning on the huge marble columns with matching decorative banisters. The stairs lead up to a grand bar, spanning the width of the staircase, impressively carved from stone. You were correct in your assumption the place would have the smell of money in the air tonight. 

The inside of the grand London hotel, surrounded by the lit monstrous exterior, was warm with the heat of the bodies within it. The heat from the day still lingering in the air within the stone walls. Everything was covered in filigree, velvet, and elaborate embroidery. You looked around, seeing the grand paintings moved out onto massive easels and podiums, littered across the grand rooms each with its own clusters of people dressed in some of their best. You floated with the tide of moving bodies around the paintings, speaking to the students and artists of the pieces, they were much more interesting than most of the dinosaurs in the room. They were here to show off their money and pretend to be deep intellectuals. You hear their musing through their cloud of intoxication with their elementary understanding of color theory. You'd bought a lovely painting of cherry blossoms from a sweet girl that had made you ache for Paris this time of year.

You’ve finished a general sweep of the place, having gotten there a bit early purposely to do such a thing. You'd not been in this building before and you liked to know your entry and exit options if you were to be confined for the evening. You'd been approached by older gentlemen, as you almost always were at these sorts of events. A woman alone at such things was a beacon, telling them you were single or a whore and it didn't matter which. You'd politely ducked away and hidden to avoid their advances before returning to a high spot to watch for the arrival of Mr. Solomons. Your arms are crossed under your chest, hip jutted out on the stairs, your eyes continuously scanning the large room.

He sees you before you see him, as you'd had to make a circle around the staircase to avoid another man. You've perched again on the bottom of the stairs, peering far out to see him coming in, you weren't looking among the faces already in the crowd and noticing your attention was elsewhere, he gets to take a long look at you uninterrupted.

You didn't compare to anyone else in the entire room. Your dark blue floor-length gown shimmered in the light. He thought the sequins made the curves of your body reflect like the moon off the sea at night. The low V neckline mirrored in cut by the back, showed your chest shamelesly, your pale skin glowing from the oils you use, your arms exposed. The night chill hits your bare skin and you shiver, pulling tighter against you the long black fur you're wearing draped down your back and across your forearms. The sun falling and the rise of the night makes the dimmed light of the room reflective off your large sapphire and diamond necklace. Your teardrop shaped diamond earrings, to match the shape of the stones on your necklace, are nestled into your dark curled hair, falling down the center of your back and framing your face. You're the only woman in the room in your age group without the short haircut that was popular among your peers. You'd always found great pride and pleasure in your femininity and chose not to change what you already liked about yourself and your style as the trends changed, merely adopting the bits you liked as you knew they'd be out by next season anyway. Your eyes lined with makeup, big and dark connect with his as he gets closer. Your red lips smile in acknowledgment as you slink down the few stairs the floor to greet him.

His hat immediately created an intimidating silhouette as his large shoulders made people part to let him through. His cane was just as elevated as his choice in jewelry. His rings, bracelets, necklaces, and cuff links all attracted your eyes like a magpie. You see the ring you gave him, the solid square shape of it easily recognizable to you. You choose not to mention it, but it does look as attractive on him as you thought it would. His top button on his shirt, undone in what you felt was a rebellious gesture to the black tie code of dress. His layers of necklaces settled in his chest hair just visible at the base of the hollow of his throat. Without his usual large coat you'd seen him in, covering his form, you got the see the breadth of him, impressive as he gets close enough for the deep hue of your dress to darken his blue eyes.

"Mr. Solomons." you say with a playful, welcoming tone, holding out your hand.

"Miss Durand." he says with the same underplayed excitement in his voice, his noticeably just groomed beard presses with his lips against your hand. "I don't think you're supposed to try 'n upstage the art, Genevieve but here you are." he grins and you roll your eyes but a laugh bubbles out of you from between smiling lips. You move in closer to him to speak more privately.

"You and your canny words, Alfie." you taunt with a warm soft tone, resting your fingers on the smooth fabric of his suit jacket for a fleeting moment. "I have to say that you look both powerful and expensive tonight," you say with a raised eyebrow, shrugging your shoulders to fluff up the fur around your shoulders in a playful gesture, swatting the end of the fur at his jacket. A reserved, closed mouth smile with big bright eyes and raised brows greet you as you pester him. "If there are two aesthetics I enjoy more I'm afraid I have not learned of them yet." you grin, your nose scrunching up with it to show your sincerity but also put him at ease with your typical level of affection. He tips his hat at you in acknowledgment. He looks around the room behind you as his tongue rolls across his teeth, as he lets out a low rolling laugh. His eyes return to you, the corners crinkled in a genuine smile down at you.

"I would say the very same of you tonight." he leans in slightly, his eyes away from yours.

"You like it, Alfie? I got it from Paris." you say, opening the length of fur in your arms to show him the full front of the gown. You give a slight back and forth with your shoulders as you watch him suppress that masculine, predatory look that sat behind his eyes.

"The blue. It suits you, dunnit?" his lower lip partially reveals his bottom row of teeth as he drags out his last words as if he were still considering his opinion. His expression shifts into a much lighter message, he moves his hands with is words. "You look like a million pounds, ya do." his fingers run over his trimmed beard as he nods, enjoying the invitation to look at you although he's quick to not overstay his welcome as he changes the subject. "I hope you've not been waiting too long for me to arrive." he says, leaning away, his eyes still on the necklace before he breaks the connection to gaze over the crowd as he stands back up straight. His face falls into that raised brow visual stalking expression when he was surveying a space.

"I haven't." you shake your head, "I've bought one painting and three gentlemen have approached me since I've been here so I suppose I've not been here that long." you say with a low chuckle.

"Only three? With you looking like that I'm surprised to see you not turning down proposals at this point in the evening." his straightens his posture, his voice a bit gruffer and teasing, inflecting in a sarcastic way as his ringed fingers hold the lapel of his coat.

"The night is still very young though, isn't it?" you kid, your chin moving as you speak.

"It is young, Genevieve, but let's not keep ya out too late now. Shall we try to enjoy ourselves before we shake these drunken, pompous wigs for their secrets?" he holds his arm out to you and you happily accept it, locking your eyes with his as you hide the girlish, dimpled smirk that threatened to stay on your face. You were entirely too excited to be out tonight back into the plush, lavish lifestyle people who attended these things lived. You had this entertaining gentleman on your arm for the night, talking of art and your fondness of it. You shared laughs that traveled all the way up to your eyes, even if you didn't look into each others during these moments because you were trying to repress your laughter and not build and continue it. Which only made you both want to not only laugh more but louder against the expected politeness from you at these sorts of events.

He picked a more secluded spot to sit together towards the back of the crowd for a presentation from one of the schools the funds benefited. Your legs are crossed towards him at the knee, your elbow on the arm of your red velvet and gold chair, your arms touching from his placement on his chair arm, next to yours, not feeling awkward now due to being on it on all night up to this point in the evening.

You sit together, close but not too close. You speak in a soft voice, talking about how you couldn't believe how one of the young artists had used a technique you'd never heard of to compose his landscapes, but you see that he's fallen still, his head cheated forward but his attention not in that same direction. Upon closer inspection you see him chewing his cheek, his eyes in full focus on the sapphires around your neck.

"Here," you mumble, moving your arms up to unclasp the heavy necklace."Would you like to see it?" you mock rhetorically, presenting it to him in your hands.

"Yes, please." his words polite but his voice dark, taking it delicately into one hand, pulling a loupe out from his coat and you want to laugh at the fact that he just happened to have the magnifying eyepiece in his pocket if you hadn't found it so endearing in it's own obsessive way.

"You've been eyeballing it all evening, just don't drool on it, please." you instruct, rubbing the place where the stones sat on your skin.

"She's beautiful," he says quietly but enthusiastically. "I didn't think it could look more so, anywhere but around your neck but I find myself disagreeing upon this closer inspection." he says, almost mumbling to himself. If you weren't leaning so close you might've missed a few words. He was clearly having a moment with this piece and you didn't blame him in the least. It was one of your favorites.

"Very complimentary of you," you say with sarcasm. "I spent a long time looking for such clarity in gems in such a grand necklace." you express fondly, seeing the teardrop-shaped gems slip over his fingers like stone tears as he fusses with it.

"Time well spent." he says in a groan of jealousy, placing the eyepiece back into his pocket and so effortlessly moving, placing the piece back around your neck and clasping it for you. In the moments his fingers manipulated the clasp, his arms steady on your shoulders, you can't help but notice how he doesn't smell of rum tonight but of something masculine.

"Wonderful taste in jewels tonight, Genevieve." he says in a polite toned, gruff voice. He's quiet for a moment, his hand hovers over yours, he taps your finger that wears the simple but sizable sapphire ring. "This one here would assure a body sank right to the bottom of the canal, yeah?" You let out a low huff of a laugh.

"Yes and she's a personal favorite of mine so don't suggest she'd be on any sort of hand that would let itself end up in the bottom of the canal." you hold it out, your arm outstretched, shifting your hand to see the facets shine, admiring the ring.

"I'd never suggest such a thing about her. Merely an observation." he grins and sits back in his chair. "Now, I'll let ya when someone of interest comes in, yeah?" he says softly, his head tilting towards yours for the duration of his words. He looks around the room, his brow furrowed. You nod in response, glancing over at him in acknowledgment.

"I've only recognized one person here tonight." you whisper.

"You rubbin' with some big shoulders if you're friendly with these types."

"The woman in the mauve dress, red hair." you point with your foot, hidden from view from everyone but him. "I met her groundskeeper at a farmers market and ended up helping her produce business with some of my bees." you explain.

"It's funny how those bees have been takin' you all sorts of places, innit? Those bees become more and more interesting everytime you talk about 'em" he looks over the couple you're referring to.

"That's because they are interesting, Alfie." you say obviously. The corner of his mouth hidden from you pulls back at your no-nonsense tone with him. He continues looking around the room, his hand rubbing his beard, he was in thought. He's pulled out of it as he feels the soft skin your hand against his cheek as you whisper into his ear. "Do you know the man with the lavender tie? With the salt and pepper hair?" you try to say as quietly as you can while still being heard. He swallows and clears his throat, shifting in his seat and subtlely motioning in the direction of the man. You see you'd made him react from your touch. Although it had been subconscious at the time, you now feel the tiny thrill of the acknowledgment from him, although unintentionally so, that your touch could affect him. The troublemaker inside you delights. You hurried to shut her up.

"I've done business with him before, yeah." his voice gravely, his mouth frowning slightly.

"That did not end well, I will assume." you say smugly. Alfie side eyes you, his lips pursed. "Although I couldn't tell which of you tried to turn on the other because I can see he has some dark tendencies."

"You can see darkness in people, can ya?" he says quietly, his voice with less teasing than you'd expect to come from him.

"When someone wears it so proudly, yes." you could've gone over how you could tell he was a powerful man who did bad things by his body language and those around him. Although there was something about his hooded almost white blue eyes that had made your insides twitch with a warning when they'd glanced over yours. Perhaps it was the way his eyes fucked every woman he looked at, with no light behind his eyes on the subject.

"And what about the drunken Lord near the front in the blue and gold?"

"I would suggest he learn how to hide how he's fucking his wife's..." you tilt your head and narrow your eyes. "Cousin? Sister? Hmm." you hum to yourself in thought. He chuckles and pats your arm, telling you without words that you were correct.

"Some of these poor women," you sigh, shaking your head. "I wonder how many know they're husbands prefer their nights within the secrecy of horse stalls with stable boys to their own feather beds with their affection starved wives." you pout your lips as you shrug your shoulders. The genuine enough hurt in your voice strikes him as you hadn't been one to show much sympathy to these other people so far tonight.

"You are impressive, Genevieve, ya know that?" Alfie lets out a small amused sound, he knocks your arm with his elbow. You look at him with wide-eyed innocence and a soft face, one it might bother him to scold publicly. He looks down at you in a mischievous way. "Now there's no way you can know those sorts of things now, can ya?" he says with a touch of grit and taunt. "Even if your tales are very entertaining, yeah? Ya somehow manage to be poignant yet humourous." his words complimenting you but sounding scolding.

"I’ve seen some wild things in my life, Mr. Solomons. Believe me when I soberly muse on these sorts of subjects." you deepen your voice, your eyes still matched with his. "You'd be smart to place a little more faith in my words." you retort, your inflection up at the end, a playful warning.

"Well I did invite you here tonight to do exactly that now, didn't I?" he says, thinking he's made your criticism look incorrect.

"Yes and I wasn't implying you weren't smart." you say, another casual and obvious statement from you as your lips warp into a quirky smile, showing your hand and letting him know you did not misspeak. The speaker rises to the podium and begins. As names are called, he whispers in your ear bits of information about them and what he'd like to know about them.

You switched into work mode, your face back to a stoic neutral pose as you walk on his arm across a ballroom after the presentation. You mostly smiled politely and nodded, as the majority of questions were addressed to Alfie, but you watched and listened, people showing you their true intentions. You were given the distinct advantage of being the only sober two in all the conversations you had. You've been giving Alfie his money's worth work wise as this continued for what felt like hours. Having to giggle and touch your chest in flattery every time a wife interrogated you after being shooed away to let the boys talk, suggesting how you and Alfie looked so complimentary to each other. You hadn't appreciated the beauty and the beast comparison one gentleman made but you weren't really in the position to retort.

"Not that I'm not enjoying your company, Mr. Solomons. But I'm finding myself tired at this point in the night already due to the combination of sobriety and these people's painful personalities." you rub two fingers on one of your temples, and he pats your forearm. "After tonight I am reminded why I left Paris and the people in it behind." you roll your eyes before you wiggle and stretch your face to invigorate yourself.

"If I could find the man I wanted you to meet, as he's alluded us since the presentation, we could end this night before we both go cross-eyed from having to interact with these bloated fucks, yeah?" he motions with his hand, not lowering his voice and you lower your head to hide your face against his jacket arm, not touching it but grazing it as you hid a laugh at his words. He sees your shoulders shake and he pretends he doesn't know that the memory how your upper lip raises to show your front two teeth when he makes you unexpectedly laugh with his crass words would be making its way into his thoughts at a later date.

"I find relief in knowing you are as miserable as I am." you whisper in a reassuring tone. "Who are we looking for? If I know what I'm looking for I can find him." you suggest politely.

"'Ol lavender tie." he says low, voice groaning a bit as his neck stretched to look past the room you were in and into another. Your nose scrunches at the news.

"The one I didn't like. Wonderful." you say sarcastically.

"Well it's never all fun and games, is it?" he says obviously. You purse your lips together and scan the room as he plants you both by the bar. Eventually, the man comes to you. 

The closer he gets the more uneasy you get. You try to charge yourself up to protect yourself against how this guy tried to throw his bad energy around. You could tell immediately these two men were only being civilized because they were in public.

The man manages to disrespect you with a look without even opening his mouth. You know Alfie feels your body stiffen against him in your attempt to ground yourself and work through this without emotion.

You're telling the man partial and incorrect information of your farm at his adamant request.

"And you feel safe out there? Little sweet thing like you all alone out there in the wilderness?" he lights a cigarette as he speaks.

"I've been given no reason to feel unsafe so far. I do take precautions, of course, living with the woods creatures so closely with civilization, I must." you state, your face purely informative in expression.

"Oh, there are animals in the city that you have to protect yourself against too, darling." he exhales smoke towards you, glancing between the two of you before settling back on you.

"Yeah, I seem to have introduced her to one." Alfie snarks, his back straight, shoulder and feet planted wide, chin up in defiance. You quickly interject.

"Men mustn't lower themselves to act like unevolved beasts, mustn't they?" you state with more insistence, looking to Alfie out of the corner of your eye before returning them to the other man, who was returning Alfie's glare, while his fingers fuss over the box of matches in his hand.

"That's where you're wrong, honey, some men MUST." he says, looking you over predatorily before snarling his lips while he brought the cigarette up to them while doing everything but snorting and stomping his feet to try and assert his rather pitiful need to show dominance with fire in his eyes. 

You're waiting for your car, you pull your fur piece over your shoulders as the wet night air hits your bare skin. It wasn't just the dropping temperature that was making you feel chilled and unusually jittery. Alfie is looking at his pocket watch, he mumbles something about it being late, you only half listen as you're distracted by the man with the eerie eyes.

"Alfie..." you say softly as your car pulls up and he moves you towards it with his arm hovering over your back. He opens your door for you and you turn to him. The surprise in his face isn't hidden, even on the dimly lit sidewalk as you take one of his hands into yours. "This will sound very cheeky of me and it isn't meant to be," you say with your eyebrows raised. "But if you find yourself in need of a place that no one would look for you, I offer you space at my home to ride out the storm I feel coming for you." you insist, even using a weaker tone to see if you could appeal to his masculine energy.

"Genevieve." he says with a sigh, his head lowering, his eyes disappearing under the shadow of his hat brim.

"I know you think my concern to be based in exaggeration but I do feel like that man intends to do you grievous harm." you say, leaning in, looking up at him, he raises his other hand to cover yours, now rested against his chest.

"It's part of the job, you know this, yeah?" he tries to comfort you with a dismissal. "Your kind but displaced worry is appreciated but not necessary." he says with a slightly scolding tone. He uses your grip on his hand to turn you to the car, you hesitantly get in with a heavy sigh you know he hears.

"I told you to put faith in my words, Alfie." you say, your eyes wide, your face serious. The moon hits your eyes, there was no doubt to the truth of your words to be seen. He wishes he didn't find your insistent nature on your correctness to be such an endearing trait at this moment. You, armed with nothing but a gut feeling, telling him he was wrong so certainly.

"And I do, Genevieve, I do, yeah?" he says in a hushed voice. "But I can take care of myself and your work is over here. Go home, forget about me as you should until you find a purpose for me again." he gives you a charming smile, under normal circumstances, it would ease your nerves as was the intention of the gesture. "Goodnight, Miss Durand." he says definitively, letting you know the conversation was over.

Your face frowns and you look at him seriously. "Let Claire know which flowers I should send to your funeral, Mr. Solomons." you say, feeling the lack of a personable nature in the use of your last names from him. You shut the door and turn your face to the front windshield, not looking back to him before your driver pulls away. He stands there, his head shuddering back and forth his eyes blinking quickly at your words. As usual, he finds himself affected by your parting words. 

Alfie groans and lets his body sink into the large back seat of his car. His sciatica thankful for the end of the night, but not so much the rest of him. He's looking out the window, the way the streetlights reflect through the glass remind him of how your gemstones would catch the light whenever he'd look away from you, always shining in his peripheral vision. His mind was turning your words over and over in his head, his hand gripped the handle of his cane and he sighs loudly.

"Ishmael? Take me to the warehouse instead of the house for the night, yeah?"

"Of course." he responds with a subtle shrug.

He resituates himself in the seat, brow drawn down tightly, lips pushed in together tightly. He found himself wishing your words hadn't been proven true and trustworthy up to this juncture. He found himself hoping you were wrong, but his own intuition was telling him you weren't.

Pt. 7 Making A Fool Of You